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neoraso · 4 months

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riize when they're jealous

shotaro

is a little oblivious at first- for example: tries to make friends with the guy

then as the conversation drags on and taro realizes this guy is barely acknowledging him,, and is literally only talking to you he gets pretty uncomfortable

you are also getting uncomfortable and shotaro notices so he finds a way to quickly end the conversation (pretending you had somewhere else to be or smth)

he doesn't get too down about if afterwards and definitely doesn't blame you for anything he just tries to make jokes about how attractive you are "people just can't stay away from you! you're like the flower to a bee （⌒▽⌒）”

but honestly, it still irks him a bit. pls make sure to give him at least one kiss and remind him he's ur shining star

eunseok

def not the type to be worried about you around his friends or your male friends.. but random guys actually hitting on you in real.

he would never admit to being jealous, he tries to tell himself he's just annoyed with the guy or like.. worried for your safety which- um ok wtv

that being said ,, when he does get this way he goes completely cold. hard frown, glaring eyes, clenched jaw etc. etc.

he's very confident in your relationship but something about the highly unrealistic possibility that you could be swayed to leave him ruffles his feathers to say the least

i hope no one would be bold enough to try to hit on you WHILE you're with him because he'd immediately get in front of you and confront the guy "who even are you? what do you need to talk to her for?"

sungchan

oh dear lord.... it's not good. like he wont hurt anyone but sometimes wants to. like,,,

ok it depends if you were far away talking to a guy he would immediately come over and wrap his arm around you and goes "who's this." and ur like PLS don’t do anything embarrassing 😳

it’s to the point he does not want to hear about your past relationships (unless it was like a serious conversation) bc it makes his skin crawl thinking about another person touching his girl

he trusts his friends but it will take a bit of convincing to trust your friends. not bc he doesn’t have faith in you he would just get pissed at other people thinking they had a chance

i’m making him sound like a freak but he’s very open and vocal about how he feels and wants to work on it with you - but he’s always gonna be protective like a guard dog

wonbin

he’s like ., quiet possessive (?) he's just like " ur only my baby right?" wants you all to himself, near him as much as possible

jokingly says you can’t watch other groups but is like ..half joking he lowkey doesn’t want you thinking other guys are cooler than him

it really just comes down to the fact that he doesn't want to lose you.

if there was a real situation where someone was like actually flirting with you, he would get soooo sulky. - like comes over to you and puts his hand on your back, smiling at you like everything is fine 🙂( 😐)

but when he hears you say "yes, this is my boyfriend i was telling you about." his chest puffs up and he’s like jumping for joy inside T_T needs extra kisses too afterwards

seunghan

you are his baby and is very clear about it in public . always has his hands on you so it would be insane for someone to hit on you but if he walked away and someone approached u…

hhhhh lowkey gets an attitude … mostly with the other guy like tongue in cheek “is this guy serious…”

honestly kind of confrontational “can i help you? what do you need from my girlfriend?” can be intimidating when he wants to and makes sure people know he is NOT playing around

first makes sure you’re ok and then he’s like “wtf.. do i have to give you an ‘i ♡ my bf’ shirt or smth”

with his and your friends he doesn’t have a problem he trusts you all the way he just gets offended when people don’t get the hint that you’re taken

sohee

surprisingly, gets more jealous than you’d expect like sometimes ur like ???

he really just wants all your attention and if other guys try to take it he’s like . abt to start barking

that being said he trusts you 100% but when you notice his smile is like 10% less bright than usual and you ask what’s wrong he’s like “OHHH nothing -_- i just can’t believe i’m up against the whole city bc you’re so pretty. what am i to do ?”

ur just like 😭my sweet boy !! give him a kiss he’ll be cured and recovers pretty quickly

kind of is one that doesn’t really like you having male friends but he doesn’t want to control you so he’s doing deep breathing exercises if you’re really involved in a conversation with someone that isn’t him.

anton

ohhh sweet sweet anton. honestly ! doesn’t get too jealous

like he gives u your space if you’re talking to another guy but if they start subtly hitting on you he’s like ?

will bring it up to you later when you’re sitting with him like stroking your arm and he’s like “sooooo that guy ..” and ur like oh 🙄that was so annoying. did it upset you? :( and he’s like “um . i mean… well not really it was just weird ..”

will appreciate your reassurance more than he shows you

might be one to be insecure with you around the members just because you would get so close to them he’s like ha…. what if they got even closer … but then he remembers none of you would ever do that then he just hugs you a little tighter

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doki-doki-imagines · 3 months

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Hello :3 I have an idea for a request.

Mk1 boys (Bi-Han, Kuai liang,tomas, liu kang, kung lao, Raiden, johnny, kenshi, syzoth and shang tsung) with wife pregnant reader (Any month, depending on what you want) wake up in the middle of the night craving something and scared to wake them up Because they are already tired and streets from their work and she start sobbing silently and the boys will wake up , what their reaction will be what will they do?

And what will they do when the reader says something like 'I'm fat I look big'

I know it's random and stupid But I read it from a manhwa and I really liked the idea

Soooo please 🥺🥺🥺

author note: the please with teary eyes got me. Also pregnancy cravings are "only" in the first three months, so reader is in that stage.

Bi-Han:

-He is a light sleeper so he heard your first sigh clearly.

-Bi-Han already doesn’t sleep much so go straight to the point or he’ll just go back to sleep (probably in another room).

-You do, and now he is in the kitchen in the middle of the night preparing milk and cereals.

-“Here you go.” He sits in front of you, eating his own bowl.

“Mh, Bi-han?”

“Could you put ice cubes in my milk?”

-He looks at you like you just said some crazy stuff, but he knows better and just does as you asked him. A happy smile now on your face pulling the corner of his lips upward.

-But then, while you are both enjoying your bowls in silence Bi-Han hears you sniffing again, fat tears rolling down your face.

“Now you’ll leave me because I’m fat and have terrible taste in food.”

-His spoon hangs in the air, mouth still open, hair resembling a bird nest. Bi-Han faces drip with annoyance.

-Then he pushes your spoon in your mouth, icy milk and cereals hitting your tastebuds.

“If you have to open your mouth do it to eat and not to say dumb shit. Now go back to eat, I’d never thought icy milk could taste this good…” He replies, pinching your cheek after you gulped down.

Kuai Liang:

-When he comes home and hears you cry, Liang runs to you worried for both you and the baby.

-“What happened fireball?”

“You were out working and-“

“And??”

“And I’m here crying like a whale because I want some marinated and grilled squid.” You let out in a single breath, before going back to sighing and crying.

-The breath of relief Liang let out moved continents.

-Liang isn’t a great cook, but he knows his way around the grill, so his chefs are lucky that Liang didn’t have to wake them up in the middle of the night.

-He looks at you eating with joy, his face laying on his fist, raising the apple of his cheek up.

-But then you get teary…what is happening?

-“You’ll leave me, right?” You say after you let out a sob.

“No, why?”

“Look at me eating like a pig! I’ll get fat and we won’t have sex anymore!” Tears roll down your face and Liang really doesn’t know what to say.

-“Even if you get fat I’m sure you’d be pretty cute.”

“Okay, then-“ You stand on your feet, chopsticks thrown at the table while Liang looks at you with the widest eyes ever. “Fuck me now!”

-…Liang? Hello? Are you still there?

-He can’t really understand what is going on, but Liang decides not to rack his brain over it, his warm hands already on your hips.

Tomas Vrbada: -He was already awake when you started crying, so he asks immediately what’s wrong.

-“I don’t want to bother you, you always work so hard but-“

“?”

“I want smoked salmon.”

-Ahhh Tomas' first experience with his partner’s cravings.

-He searches in all the fridges of Shirai Ryu but can’t find anything. Tomas is ready to catch a salmon with his teeth like a bear and smoke it himself to make you happy.

-And that’s exactly what Tomas does.

-The sight of him shirtless, mauling a salmon with the moonlight making the water droplets on his chest and back shine…was a sight that sadly nobody witnessed.

-“Tommy this tastes so good, it is so juicy and…fatty.”

Tomas feels the storm coming.

-“You’ll want me even when I’ll become as fat as a salmon?”

Tomas nods and gulps, knowing full well of the doom incoming.

-“Why are you lying?! Men are all the same!”

-If something, seeing his partner belly round with your offspring can just make Tomas hot under the collar. But it’s not like you’ll listen to him.

-He just waits head in hands for this outburst to calm itself, tiredness knocking you out. Tomas hopes sooner rather than later.

Liu Kang:

-You know what is the best part of defending the hourglass? Looking into it to anticipate his partner’s cravings!

-So you’ll never have to cry because Liu Kang is always ready to give you the craziest food ever.

-“Ohh Liu, you really are the best. Always ready to give me the food I crave…” Bad silence, Liu Kang starts to have goosebumps. “I know the game you are playing, bastard!” You push Liu Kang away from your arms, running away from him.

“What are you talking about, dear one?”

“You want to make me fat so you’ll have me all for yourself! You egoist! You selfish bastard!”

-Yeah, Liu Kang is a bit selfish. Yes, he wants you all for himself kilos more or kilos less. But he has to admit that it wasn’t his plan.

-“You are mistaken, dear.”

“Mh??”

“I always want you all for myself.”

“Ah! Even now!?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then take this-“ You finally run back into his arms, lips smashed against his ones. You try to pull him off, but now there is no way that Liu Kang will let you go.

- It’s time to show you how hot he finds you.

Kung Lao:

-Good luck with him because Lao is a heavy sleeper.

-He’ll notice that there is a problem the next morning when you see your puffy and red eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you, but I had insane cravings last night.”

“Next time wake me up. I don’t mind.” He says hands on your shoulder before going to work.

-So, when the next night you try to wake him up, the need for cabbage stew is making you insane.

-Keyword: try.

-World could end and Lao would still be snoring.

-Next time is better to have cravings during the day because at night you’re on your own.

-Meanwhile, during the day Lao becomes more or less your butler…at least.

Raiden:

-“Hey sweety, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Raiden turns around to look at you, index finger stroking your wet cheek.

“You must be so tired.”

“Yeah, a little. But I want to listen to you. What’s wrong?”

“I want to eat dango.”

“At this hour?”

“Please, Raiden.”

-He chuckles but lifts himself from the bed. But now Raiden thinks “Where I can find dango at this hour??”

-Raiden has a guardian angel; Madame Bo, with her insomnia problem for once being useful.

-And the lady will be more than happy helping Raiden's pregnant partner to fulfill one of their cravings.

-Not for free, tho…

-You won’t cry about weight with him. Even if your mind is hazed by hormones it still works well enough to know that he’ll always love you.

Johnny Cage:

-Another heavy sleeper, but if you push him around enough he’ll wake up.

-“Ehi babe, what’s wrong.”

“Johnny-“ He hears you sigh and finally wakes up, worried that you may be hurt.

“I’m in the mood for cream and strawberries, but at first I didn’t want to wake you-“

“Shhh babe-“ He presses his index finger on your lips “I’m here to help you.”

-He comes back soon, a cup filled to the brim that makes your eyes shine with joy.

-“Oh look, you have some cream here.”

His thumb brushes the corner of your lips. Then Johnny wanted to lick it, already smiling at his next action.

-But you move faster, your lips circling his thumb and licking it clean.

-Johnny looks at you, doe eyes looking back, your lips on his thumb, your nice and soft body next to him…

-The cup of strawberries will be soon forgotten.

Kenshi Takahashi:

-He comes back home from a mission and hears you crying. Kenshi is terrorized.

-Kenshi already has anxiety about leaving his partner alone at home, pregnant. Hearing you cry made him crumble.

“Are you fine!?”

“Oh, Kenshi!”

You run to him and hug his middle, he keeps you tight in his arms.

-“Please tell me, what happened!?”

“I’m sorry I don’t want to worry you. It’s nothing serious.”

Kenshi still isn’t calm.

“I just have a crazy craving for takoyaki with honey.”

Okay, his breath is calming down.

-He just returned home, every muscle screaming in pain, but for his partner, he’d do that and much more.

-Thankfully you always liked takoyaki so Kenshi had some ingredients at home, the others got bought in a nearby combini.

“Kenshi you are a real life saver.”

“It’s just my job.” He replies kissing the crown of your head, hands sliding down to massage your tummy.

“But next time just tell me you had a craving, I lost some years of my life.”

-Are those sniffs he is hearing? Oh no…

“I-I’m so sorry Kenshi-“

-He’ll never get used to mood swings.

Syzoth:

-His wife didn’t suffer from cravings, but Syzoth is ready for anything.

-Syzoth more or less always knows when your hormones are gonna hit, so he tries to put limit the incoming “damage”.

-The real problem is that Syzoth doesn’t know anything about human food! You are on your own. Ask your friends, you will have better luck.

-“You search for someone else when I’ll get fat, I know it!”

“You just want to knock me up!”

Syzoth knows your mind isn’t working well, hormones going crazy.

-But he also knows how to calm you down!

“I’d love you even if you became a worm, firefly.”

“The idea of you carrying our baby always fills me with joy.”

-Syzoth will also become more touchy-feely, his hands like to wander…

-Unless you get a crazy mood swing you’ll never doubt his love for you.

Shang Tsung:

-The diva won’t stop being a diva even if now you are pregnant and need his help.

-“Shang Tsung, please can you bring me orange juice.” You sob out, finally giving in into your cravings.

“I also want to conquer the world, but nobody will do it for me.” He replies back, eyes still closed.

-He gives in at the nth sigh. Shang Tsung may not be so unaffected by you.

-He returns soon, a glass filled with orange juice. But he doesn’t sit next to you.

“Anything else before I go back to sleep? You know I don’t like my sleep time being interrupted.”

“No Shang Tung, thank you.”

-He sighs and lies down, you soon follow him.

-“You don’t love me anymore, right?”

A heavy breath leaves his nose.

Damn you.

-“Are you trying to make me laugh? We both know who is the good liar here.”

“That’s why you may not love me. You lied the entire time!”

-Shang Tsung isn’t ready for this conversation.

-His lips end on yours, tongue intruding into your mouth, a moan escapes your throat.

-You may not trust his words, but Shang Tsung hopes he’ll fuck you good enough that his emotions will be understandable through your thick skull.

Bonus:

Tell us about the manwha!

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annymation · 4 months

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I changed the song “I’m A Star” to fit with my rewrite of Wish

Soooo yeah… I don’t have any song writing background so please be nice 😅

But I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Think of it as “You Never Had A Friend Like Me” kind of song but sang by Star Boy from the concept art to Asha, explaining to her he’s there to help her out, but he can’t exactly make her wishes come true just with the snap of his fingers, because her wishes can only come true through her own actions

Hope you like it!

Lyrics in orange are said by Star ⭐️

Lyrics in purple are said by Asha 💜

The song has the same rythm as the original, but I recommend listening to the demo when comparing

I’m A Star (rewritten)

[Verse 1]

Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

Or blow dandelions in the wind? Asking them to better your chances

Why throw a coin down a well? Knowing well that's no spell?

Things passed down generationally, to you (yes, I hear)

And to some unbelievers those are simply fallacies

But have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

[Chorus]

Well, you don't have to look too hard

I'm here for all your question marks

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

Don't look far

In the sky, and your front yard

In your heart and in the scars

If you really wanna know just who you are

You're a star…

[Verse 2]

What! You just said YOU'RE a star! Uh-huh

Well, yeah, but you're up to par

Cause' while I do bring that sweet magic intervention

Only you can reach your own desti-nation!

See I'm more of that lil voice that suggests

Whenever you don't know how to handle all your quests

So even though I can't do the work for you

I can sure always help

You get it through!

[Verse 3]

A wish is a dream that comes from your heart

See, I’ve dropped in just to do my part

With my magic I'll make that dream go just as planned

But I'm sure that by now you already understand:

My wish coming true, depends on me?

EXACTLY! huh

[Chorus]

For you don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

Do you know you're a work of art?

Even in the deepest dark

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star!

[Verse 4]

Some say that's just too ordinary

Like us stars just ain't necessary

Cause’ I’m no genie legendary

Granting wishes one, two and three

Well friend, just between you and me

I think I'm more fun cause, you see

I'm here to guide and make you believe

YOU can write your origin story!

[Chorus]

You don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

No matter where you end or start

We're both each other's counterparts

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star (Wooh)

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh, I'm a star

Watch out world here you are (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

Me, I'm a star! (Wooh)

Oh, you're a star

Watch out world here you are! (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

You! You're a star

[Outro]

Ha-ha-ha, wooh

Yes, wooh

Ah-ha-ha, ho-ho

I had a lot of fun experimenting with this song! Please do send suggestions on how to improve it if you have any. Also I’m curious, if we had gotten Star Boy, who do you think should voice him?

#disney wish #wish asha #wish star #wish #disney #song rewrite #wish concept art #Spotify #star boy #wish 2023 #disney wish star #wish star boy #wish rewrite

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smallestapplin · 9 months

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The schedule

🔞Me and Zed spoke of a reverse harem with the castlevania men, so kinda modern setting but this is purely porn.🔞

Also reposted from my deleted side blog.

🔞18+Only!MDNI🔞

Cw : reverse harem, with main Belmont’s (Richter, Trevor, Leon, Juste, Julius, Simon, and Jonathan.) and then Dracula and Alucard. Everything is 100% consensual, waking up to oral, ‘just the tip’, spitting, semi public, pegging, and fourway, free use kinda vibes. Afab reader. Womb and cervix are said a bit. Some degradation in Trevor’s part.

9 am

Your morning starts are usually. You’re awoken by gentle licking and pleasure shooting through your body. You sleepily moan, squirming at the suction on your clit. Tossing the covers you’re greeted with long blonde hair and a very attentive vampire between your legs.

“Good morning, love.” Alucard purrs against your skin, kissing your bitten-up inner thigh, before delving his tongue back into your pussy.

Your body is still sensitive from sleep, you can’t stop the whine that leaves you. You tense up, your thighs snapping shut around his head

“Yes, squeeze my head! Use me!”

He mumbles against your cunt, as you grind against his face, coating him in your juices. You fall limp against the bed, twisting the sheets up in your fist.

He’s not stopping!

“Adrian! I-mmm!”

Alucard moans, humping the bed at your addictive taste. He’s so close to cumming, just a little more!

You arch your back, realizing he’s going to keep you here as long as he can, you aren’t sure when you’ll be free from the vampire’s grasp.

10 am

You always like watching tv with your beloveds, you like showing them new shows that they never heard of from their times. But something tells you Simon isn’t paying attention at all to the show, his minding seemingly elsewhere.

His cock resting right in front of your bare pussy, grinding against your wet heat, wetting himself with your slick. Simon’s arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Please, please let me fuck you! I’ll be gentle, I swear!”

You huff, trying to ignore how good he’s making you feel, and he’s not even inside you.

“I’m trying to watch tv, hon.” You reach back, running your fingers through his red hair.

“P-please! Please just the tip? I’ll be good!”

You sigh with a smile, “I suppose it can’t be helped, but just the tip.”

Simon nearly weeps, babbling useless ‘thank you! as he lifts you up, sliding the thick head of his cock into your welcoming hole. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that want to come out.

He moves your hips, shallowly fucking you while the tv plays ignored in the background. But the Belmont can’t last long, not with how your cunt is squeezing around his tip.

“M-M’sorry! Sorry! Soooo good, fuck!”

You're near screaming as he slams into you, pounding his fat cock into your cervix. He’s crying out into your shoulder, his eyes cross at such pleasure!

He’s fucked you stupid in a matter of minutes, you aren’t sure when he’ll stop, or that you even want him to.

11 am

Your body feels so tender after cumming so much, needing one of the others to pry Simon off of you and get you cleaned up. But that’s where your favorite time comes in! You needed to reward your beloved, after all, he’s such a good boy for you.

Richter grips the sheets below him with his ass in the air, muffling his cries into your pillow while inhaling your scent. He only brought you to your room to get clean clothes, but he’s not complaining one bit!

“Such a pretty boy, doing so well for me.” You coo, chuckling at how he whines.

His body is trembling, his mind gone, unable to focus on anything but you. You slide your hand up his toned back, gently taking a fist full of his hair, and yanking him up.

Richter squeals, raising his ass up allowing you to slam your strap-on deeper inside his clenching hole.

“I wanna hear you.”

His mouth hangs open, as his cock throbs, but he can’t hold back!-

“Cummiiing!”

You quietly shush him, running your fingers through his long brown hair as his cum coats your sheets.

“Such a good boy for me, you did so well!”

You make a noise of surprise when he starts fucking himself on your strap, moving his ass back to shove the toy deeper.

He looks back at you with tears shining in his eyes.

“Please? Can we go again? I need you to fuck me more, please!”

How can you say no to him?

12 pm

After getting Richter settled, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. You know who’s next, knowing he’s been watching you since Simon had you on the couch. But now it’s his turn.

You get some bread out and reach to make yourself a sandwich, when arms wrap around you, holding you close. You chuckle as Jonathan rests his chin on your shoulder. Only to gasp when you feel him tug your baggy shirt up, exposing your bare ass to him.

“My, aren’t you eager?”

“I can’t wait anymore.” He kisses your neck while pulling his cock free from his pants. Jonathan swears under his breath, feeling just how wet you are, making it easy to slip into you.

Your time with Richter left you hot. You can’t help but stick your ass out a little more, partially bending over the counter and letting his long dick rut into you.

“Oohh! You feel so fuckin good! Ah!”

“O-Oohh shit!” You shakily continue making your lunch, pausing to grip the countertop to mewl at how well he's fucking you.

Your legs shake, threatening to give out from his quick thrusts.

“Can I cum? Oh go,d let me cum!! Lemme fill you!-“

He pants into your neck, biting your skin to silence his cries.

“Yes! Fill me.” You nearly cry as he pumps his load into you at a moment's notice, triggering your own climax. You’re left shaking with Jonathan being the only thing holding you up.

“You’re the best, sweetheart!” You can feel him smile against you, kissing your cheek as he helps you finish making your lunch, only leaving you to get some water.

You don’t know you can even walk to go shopping with Julius.

1 pm

You didn’t need to worry, as Julius was more than happy to help you out. You can never get over how sweet he is to you, always so gentle, even now.

You aren’t sure where he pulled over to, but the place is deserted, which is perfect for you and his tinted windows. You’re in the back seat, spread nicely on his lap. Your clothes had long since been abandoned, tossed somewhere else in the truck, while Julius was still clothed.

“You certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”

You shake, your pussy clenching at the sound of his southern drawl. Julius takes a sharp inhale, sighing at the pleasure. You gently roll your hips, grinding his cock deep into your womb. His calloused hands resting on your hips, watching you with a lustful expression as you fuck yourself on his dick.

“J-Julius..!” He always presses against all your sweet spots, making you feel too good. You tilt your head back, feeling his hands slide up your body, caressing your tits, and rubbing your nipples.

“Such a stunnin’ sight for me, darlin'. All needy for this old man.”

You whine, your hips losing rhythm as you get closer to that edge.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little thing for me.”

“I’m- I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh just cum for me, coat my cock like a good pet.”

His hands move back down to your hips, steadying you before bucking up to meet your thrusts. Your hands slam down on how shoulders, gripping his coat tightly as you cum, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.

And he’s happy to give you all of his spent. You’re gasping for air when he leans down, kissing your chest.

“I hope you ain’t tired after that, are you really gonna let this old timer out do you?”

2 pm

You’re finally back home and ready to rest. But you’re pleasantly surprised to see Juste in your room, the black-out curtains are shut, while he reads a book, only perking up when he sees it’s you. Putting the book down, he rushes over to greet you.

“I was wondering what was taking you two so long.” He leans down, kissing you tenderly.

You pull away, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Juste gives you a soft smile “Nonsense, I simply cleaned up your room to keep myself occupied, I hope that was alright.”

You aren’t sure what came over you, but something about him at that moment overwhelmed you. Maybe it’s just how considerate he is, or how pretty he looks with a smile on his face, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Juste found himself on your bed, legs hanging off the edge.

You’re sitting on your knees between them, licking from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving his leaking cockhead a kiss. One hand stroking it while the other plays with balls.

You coo at him softly, laughing at how his legs twitch and shake.

“So sensitive, I’ve always loved how messy you are. Especially for such a pretty man.”

You lick up any leaking precum before taking the tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Juste arches his back, crying out from all the euphoria. How you caress and toy with his balls, to how you suck his cock, he isn’t sure how he could ever last.

“S-so good! Please- please keep milking me!”

You chuckle around his dick, making his hips buck. He’s sobbing; it feels too good! Oh to be used by you, he loves it!

You don’t take your mouth off of him, only taking in more and more of his throbbing shaft. He tosses his head back, pulling at his own silvery hair. He doesn’t need to tell you, you can feel his balls clenching in your hand.

You pull back up, keeping your lips on his tip and sucking harshly. Juste howls, nearly thrashing as his thick cum fills your mouth, more so when he feels your swallow all he has.

Looking down, his eyes meet yours, only for his to widen when you open your mouth with your tongue hanging, showing you swallowed all of it.

You watch his face burn bright red, and for his dick to be twitching again, ready for more.

3 pm

Despite as much as he denied it, Trevor was quite needy for you, always wanting your attention and affection in any way he could get it. Even if he meant pinning you against the outside wall of your house, in your backyard.

“What’s the matter? You said you could take it.” He growls into your ear.

He’s holding you up, your legs resting in the crooks of his elbows. He has you folded, your chests pressed together, while you’re trying to keep quiet.

His thick cock slamming into you, and heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll back, your drool seeping between the fingers trying to keep you quiet. He’s so deep! Fucking his way to your womb! Trevor glares at you, not liking how you’re not screaming for him.

He drops one of your legs, letting it dangle so he can grab your hand and yank it from you.

“I wanna hear those pretty sounds, want ya to sing for me, Angel.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opens.

Your eyes are focusing to watch him slowly open his own mouth, letting his tongue fall out to let a thick glob of spit drop into your awaiting maw.

You whine, making him swear under his breath at how your walls tighten around him.

“What a filthy cutie you are, perfect for me to ruin.”

Picking your leg back up, he resumes pounding into your cunt. Smirking as your sob echoes, uncaring if the neighbors see him fucking you like a slut.

“Trevor! Haaa- t’much!!” You shriek, feeling his hand rubbing rough circles on your clit.

“Gonna cum me for? Gonna milk my cock like a cum hungry whore?”

He tosses his head back, moaning at your cum coating his cock, but he isn’t done, far from it!

4 pm

Leon was more than happy to help you bathe, especially after how rough Trevor was with you, and how filthy he got you. He prepared a nice warm bath for you, even sliding behind you to help. You lean back against his chest, while the blonde hums softly as he scrubs you down gently.

He kisses your temple, while massaging the soap into your skin, making sure not to leave a single patch untouched. His hands shake for a moment, before going over your chest, washing your tits. He bites his lip, trying to stay calm, but you’re just so soft! Fitting perfectly in his hands, perfectly against his chest, he just wants you.

You squirm, feeling his thumbs rub over your nipples, keening when he pinches them, pulling on them lightly.

“Leee.” You whine, making his breathing shudder.

You sound so beautiful.

“Just making sure you’re clean, beloved.”

One hand slides down, under the water, and to your pussy. Your breathing hics, as he rubs your clit, going over it in slow, gentle circles. You grip his thighs, trying to ground yourself as you tremble. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out at how sensitive you are.

“Shhh you’re doing so well for me.”

His own breathing shakes, looking down and faintly seeing through the soapy water, your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. ‘Two can play at that game.’ He thinks, gliding his fingers down, gently fingering your cunt and lightly grinding his palm against your pulsing nub.

“Leon…oh god! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m- I can’t-“

“There you go, easy now, cum for me.”

He nearly chokes while you squeeze his cock, and cum with a loud whine. His blue eyes flutter back, keening at the gorgeous sounds you make.

He’s so close-

5 pm

You finished your bath just in time for dinner, and just in time for Dracula’s turn. He always likes having you on his lap, where he can keep you close for him to love you. And that’s just where you sit, at the head of the table, on his lap.

You can hear everyone talking, hear the forks hitting the plates, but you can process what they are saying, or what’s going on. Your womb has been breached with Dracula’s cock, your stomach slightly bulging from the large size of him.

“Come now, Dear, you need to eat.” The older vampire purrs, holding the fork up to your lips.

He’s happy to feed you, even if he is getting occasional glares from the others, he doesn’t care. He can feel every twitch and every clench from your body, he can feel your juices dripping down to his heavy balls.

You shakily take a bite, trying not to shriek when he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach. He purrs when you clench.

“Very good, you deserve a reward for being so good.”

The others at the table look over when you squeal, only to see you leaning half over the table, trying to hold yourself up. Tears fall down your face as your body bounces at the heavy thrusts Dracula is giving you.

His balls smacked your clit with every wet slap of his hips against yours. You scream, gushing around his cock.

Dracula chuckles, letting you lean back against him.

“So soon, dear? We haven’t even finished dinner.”

“P-please, m’so sensitiiive! Fuck!” Your eyes cross, as he pistons his hips, making sure everyone can see what a mess you are for him.

And these runts made a nice dessert too, he will use it to keep you here longer.

8 pm

It’s almost bedtime, yet you can’t sleep, even after being fucked as you have all day today, sleep just won’t come easy to you. When some of your lovers find out, they are more than eager to help you rest.

This is how you ended up with Alucard below you, his face buried into your chest and nipping at your tender buds. Fucking into you, while Juste stands behind you, rutting into your same stuffed hole as Alucard.

And Richter is in front of you, crying out as you let him fuck your face.

Your eyes roll back, and your wails are muffled by Richer’s thick cock. You aren’t sure how Juste and Alucard managed to share a hole, but it has you sobbing.

Neither of them is in sync, making sure you always stay full, none wanting to leave you empty or leave your addicting holes.

“God, what a perfect cunt!” Alucard growls, burying his face back into your chest, covering you in his bite marks.

Juste whines, his drool dripping onto your lower back.

“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!!” He’s losing his mind, you’ve ruined him.

Richter covers half his face with his free hand, trying to keep some modesty, but your throat feels divine! Sucking him so greedily!

Your mind has gone blank, only thinking of the intoxicating cum they are going to fill you with, you want to be their cum dump! Their perfect hole to use!

You’re going to be sleeping easy tonight, though your coworkers will be concerned as to why you can hardly walk, or stand straight.

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cerseis-fav-maiden · 1 year

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A/N: I’m feelin some angst comfort today soooo I’m gonna write this tho no one asked for it lol

Oh ok….going home?

Melissa Schemmenti x FemReader

(Not my gif)

You and Melissa had been dating for about 5 months now but this was your first Valentines with her you were so excited you were gonna take flowers to her at Abbott and some pasta you made…plus you decorated the whole house…she always loved that you enjoyed cooking as well you get all dolled up and get onto your car heading to Abbott then you text her about your arrival because she hates surprises and she has a new kid who’s really rowdy so she’s most likely stressed

You: Hey mel I brought you lunch I’m almost there your in the kitchen right?

🩵mel🩵 : I am.

You: okie!!

You begin to think you shouldn’t have done this by her response..but to late now your already flowers in your purse and pasta in hand… you walk in immediately greeted by Barbara who adores you “awe you brought her food on Valentines how sweet y/n!” Melissa sits grading not even acknowledging your presence you really thought she’d be excited…you slowly walk over “hi mel…” you say timidly putting the Tupperware of food next to her on the table “hm?” She responds “oh thanks you gonna go home now? Cause I have my hands full right now and I don’t need you here right now” You’ve always been sensitive but that really hurt you you being to tear up “um yeah sorry to bother you” you practically run out of the room as soon as the door shuts behind you everyone’s eyes turn to Melissa

Then out of silence barb says “Melissa Schemmenti what in gods name is wrong with you?!” Melissa scoffs “nothing? Just busy why?” Barbs turn to scoff “PLEASE LIKE YOU DIDNT JUST ENTIRELY DISMISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHO DID SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU ON VALENTINES?!?” Melissa starts to think and goes “oh please I’m sure she’s fine” barb laughs “ok lemme call her” she calls me I answer clearly stuffy nose and wobbly voice “what’s up barb?” “Are you ok hunny?” “Sure, yeah it’s fine maybe she just didn’t want to talk to me on Valentines I get it it’s ok” I say crying again Mel tears up and signals for barb to hang up “ok well I’m taking her class for the rest of the day and she’s coming to you” Mel is quick out the door and in her car…

You meanwhile are at your shared home sobbing on the couch flowers on the floor in front of you you hear a car pull up and panic you don’t want her to be even more mad so you run and lock your self in the bathroom she comes in seeing all the decorations and she feels so horrible “where you at sweet girl!?” She yells into the house walking down the hall hearing you in the bathroom she stop’s outside the door “hun?” You choke out a response “yes? Are you ok?” She sighs “come out here please I’m sorry” you cry a bit “your not mad?” She tears up “no hun I’m not I promise I’ll explain I just want to hold you please I’m so sorry” you stand opening the door standing there shyly tear stained face and say “hi” she chuckles sympathetically “hi pretty girl” she reaches out but doesn’t hug you yet asking silent permission in which you nod she repeats over and over while hugging you “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pull away walking to the living room picking up the flowers and half heartily handing them to her she takes them “thank you baby” I smile lightly “um I hope you liked the pasta there’s more in the fridge” she tuts at you “nu uh dearie we are talking about this you can’t just let people hurt you hun” i sigh “I know Mel I just can we change into pj’s and lay on the couch first” she smiles brightly “anything you want darling”

We both change and I beat her to the couch she quickly follows pulling me into her lap “ok love I’m sorry I know I’ve said that a lot I snapped at you over stress at work something I should never do none the less on Valentines” I nod accepting her apology burying my head into her neck “ok so wanna bake together after a well deserved nap?” she asks trying to cheer you up “yes Mel that sounds perfect thank you!” You forgive her understanding her reasoning and the rest of the day is perfect…

#wlw crush #middleagedwoman #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #angst to comfort

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soc69 · 2 months

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Okay, so I’ve somehow fallen back into my eraser mic family addiction so here are some back stories that I’ve recently been theorising about and can’t let go of:

(Also I fully intend to make another post about specific Headcannons of how each of their dynamics with one and other work. This is pretty much entirely for my own enjoyment but hopefully other people will get something out of this too)

Yamaha Hizashi:

I’m pretty sure it’s canon that when mic was born he deafened both his mother and the midwife so I have a bit of a dark background headcanon for him based on this.

Basically, I think that mic’s mother tried really hard to raise him for a few years but I don’t think his dad was ever really in the picture (or if he was he left pretty early on) so it was just a newly deafened young women dealing with a bit of postpartum depression and a huge law suit from the doctor who delivered mic for his loss of hearing. She couldn’t work and was trying to get by on subsidy and disability checks until, eventually, she just couldn’t take it any more and handed him over to the state when he was about 3 or 4. He doesn’t remember much about his early years and luckily he was only in the system bouncing around different foster homes for a year or so until he got adopted by his moms who loved him so hard and taught him how to see the best in people. He has never once questioned their roles as his real parents and credits them with his becoming a hero for giving him the best life they could.

That being said, he grew up knowing the story behind him being placed in the system and never once held it against his birth mother either. When he was a teenager, she saw him in the UA sports festival and decided to reach out. Despite it feeling slightly awkward for hizashi at the start and his mother battling feelings of guilt when she first met him, they got past that and these days they meet up once or twice a month to check in on one another. Nowadays, mic just counts himself as really lucky to have not one, not two, but three moms in his life who all care about him and want to do what they can for him and his family.

As mic gets older, the early reckless use of his quirk as a crying kid and pre-support-gear-hero-wannabe starts catching up to him and he begins to loose his hearing. By the time he’s in UA he’s already considered hard of hearing and these days he can’t hear much of anything without hearing aids. Of course, Aizawa learned sign language at the same time hizashi did when he was first warned that he might go deaf one day and they’ve been teaching eri since she moved in with them. Hitoshi, however, already knew sign, as I will get into next.

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Soooo, we all know how fond this fandom is of giving Hitoshi the most tragic story ever and I’ve really struggled to break that cycle, so here we go.

I headcannon that Hitoshi’s mom died when he was very young, maybe even in child birth, and his father was absolutely heartbroken by this. He really did his best with Hitoshi but he was so much like the love of his life in so many ways that he could hardly look at him without wanting to sob. They had the same hair, eyes, smile - everything in Hitoshi was inherited from his mother and when his quirk manifested it was, once again, directly inherited from her.

I think, contrary to popular belief, Hitoshi’s dad didn’t see this as a curse. He loved his wife and everything about her, including her quirk, but it was just so painful for him to see it when he couldn’t see her. He turned to some less than healthy coping mechanism and, after a DUI, realised that he needed to get his life back on track if he was ever going to do right by his son.

He ended up relinquishing some of his custody to the state when Hitoshi was around 6 but retained visitation rights and would come and see Hitoshi every weekend, giving updates about his job search and making promises that he could come home soon. However, the visits gradually became fewer and further between until one day, after he had taken Hitoshi out for what he, at the time, considered the best day of his life, his social worker delivered the message that he had emigrated to US and wouldn’t be coming back. He left Hitoshi a letter apologising for not being a good enough man to take care of him and truly believing this was for the best. Hitoshi held onto that letter until he was 13 when, in a fit of rage after being fostered by the worst family yet, he tore it to pieces. Sometimes he still remembers the letter and cries that he doesn’t have it anymore because for the longest time it was the only evidence he had that someone had loved him. Nowadays though when he feels like this he knows he has three people waiting to prove that’s not the case anymore.

Since Hitoshi had been un-fosterable for the first couple of years in the group home, what with his dad still being in the picture, he basically wasted what are affectionately termed the “cute years” in the system, meaning that, as a preteen, he was pretty undesirable to potentially families. He bounced around different group homes and foster families that took in troubled youths since most people were scared of his quirk and didn’t take kindly to him trying to talk to them. He ended up learning sign language form a deaf kid in one of the homes he was in and used that to communicate to most adults so as not to scare them out of taking care of him to the point that it was put in his file that he had selective mutism.

When Hitoshi got into UA and started training with aizawa, aizawa noticed that Hitoshi was a little malnourished and seemed more skittish than the average teen ought to be. He took it upon himself to start taking him out for meals after their training and keeping a close eye on any signs or abuse or neglect in the future. By this point Hitoshi was living in a group home as it was the closest place to UA and, although there was no current abuse happening, Hitoshi had experienced some maltreatment in the past that made him cautious around authority figures and it was still all too easy for him to accidentally be neglected in such an anonymous home life.

Taking Hitoshi out for meals after training eventually turned into inviting him back to his house for meals which turned into quality family bonding for the entire erasermic clan. Eri starting calling Hitoshi ‘toshi-nii’ and asking where he was whenever aizawa came home alone after the first month, hizashi started insisting he stay the night whenever he was there past 6pm, and shouta subtly converted their home office into shinsous private bedroom by adding a fouton, removing one of the desks, and gradually clearing the bookcases so Hitoshi wouldn’t notice the added effort.

Pretty early on hizashi and shouta have a conversation about how much they both want Hitoshi to join their family but they’re equally scared of overwhelming him or putting pressure in him to say yes to them because they’re his teachers so they agree to wait for the right time. The right time eventually comes during a breakdown after Hitoshi has a nightmare when he’s staying over about his birth father. When he wakes up he goes looking for his letter before he remembers he doesn’t have it anymore and cries to erasermic that he’s all alone. It’s then that they tell him how much they want him to join their family. Cue the entire family ugly sobbing.

Aizawa Shouta:

I actually headcannon Aizawa as being the only one with a relatively trauma free upbringing. He’s just a grouch by choice.

He was, however, raised entirely by women. His dad left when he was about three so it’s been just him, his mom, and his two older sisters ever since. The oldest is 6 years older than him and the middle is 4 years older than him so he really is the baby of the family and they all treat him as such. He pretends to hate it but when they all show up for him after he gets banged up in hero work and fret over him he secretly loves the attention and it means the world to him every time they make a trip to see him.

His mother is an incredibly sarcastic women and it’s where he gets all his sass but she’s also very no nonsense and will put anyone in their place if they dare to talk bad about her family. His oldest sister is a lot like him but his middle is criminally similar to hizashi so they get along like a house on fire. That being said, everyone in his family adores hizashi and they had bets on when the two would finally confess their love for each other ever since shouta brought him and oboro over in their first year for a group project. (What they don’t know is that oboro was the one who snuck off downstairs that day and started the betting pool). When it come to eri and shinsou however, my god, ‘adore’ is not a big enough word. They would all die for those children and make sure to visit as often as possible.

Eri:

So we all kinda know eri’s history already so I’m just gonna talk about how she responded to each of her new family members.

So obviously she immediately latches onto Aizawa as her hero and Aizawa adores her. He is biologically incapable of ever saying no to her (not that she really asks for much) and spoils her rotten, so, within a few weeks of moving in she has a new everything in every color. But that much we know already so onto mic.

I think it takes her a while to get used to hizashi as she’s instinctively very cautious around new people so, as much as it breaks mics heart, he has to spend the first couple of weeks of eris adjustment period staying with nemuri and visiting every other day until she’s more comfortable around him. The change happens when they’re having a bonding day at home and eri takes a tumble and nearly falls down the stairs from the top of the landing. On instinct, mic gets between her and the stairs and pushes her back up to safety but ends up falling down the stairs in her place. Eri immediately runs down to check on him apologising profusely and is absolutely terrified of how he’s going to react but mic just immediately pulls her into a hug and starts asking if she’s okay saying he was terrified she might of been hurt and from that point on eri realised that this man would never hurt her and so when he goes to leave that night she asks him to stay instead and he’s never spent the night at nemuris since.

As we’ve already established, she very quickly accepts Hitoshi as her brother but the exact moment it happens isn’t as easily pinpointed as it is with mic. One day she was shy and reserved around him and the next she was choosing to sit closest to him over everyone else on movie nights. It was such a seemless transition that no one even really noticed (except Hitoshi of course who clocked the change immediately and had no idea what to do with the fact that this little angel wanted him as a brother and definitely went to bed and cried about it the first time she chose to sit with him instead of her dads).

#erasermic family #eri mha #erasermic #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shinsou hitoshi #hcs #bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #family #found family

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gemilee · 1 year

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lovesong.

this will probably be spilt into 2/3 parts. also this is my first time writing so im sorry if it sucks😭(how do i turn comments on)

warnings: talks of being abused and cheating.

summary: after your last relationship 2 years ago, you didn’t want anything with anybody until you met him.

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after spring 2020, you never wanted to be in a relationship again. your ex trevor was perfect when you first met him and you would die by that. he took care of you, helped you whenever you needed it and always made sure you were alright. that was until things changed for the worse. the nights he would yell at you, hit you and come home with a distinct smell of perfume that definitely wasn’t yours all made you realize that everything was different.

FLASHBACK:

he stumbles through the door again with that perfume smell you recognize every time after his long night out.

“where were you” you asked walking over to the door with tears in your eyes.

“i told you i was gonna be out all night, you fucking knew this y/n”

you stood there in silence thinking silently, finally deciding you knew what you had to do no matter hoe bad it hurt.

you walked away into his room grabbing all your things as he follows behind you.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing y/n”

“im leaving trevor. im sick of the way you come home every night with the smell of another woman, im sick of being hurt everyday and i can’t stand around for this fucking shit anymore.”

trevor looks at you in shock and tries to grab you but you raise your hand and slap him as hard as you can leaving him mouth opened.

END OF FLASHBACK.

ever since then you’ve never been interested in romance but that all changed today.

OCT 17 2023

every year around this time, there’s a big fall party along the streets of your city so you chose to attend today.

as your taking pictures for your instagram, you hear a voice that melts you speaking to you.

“you know if you zoom out on the camera the pictures will come out less blurry and better” the boy laughs.

you turn around and you’re met with the cutest boy you’ve ever seen and all you could do was stare.

“you okay?”

“oh yeah sorry haha thank you”

“you’re soooo welcome” he says, pitching up his voice.

you start to walk away feeling completely embarrassed after that encounter until you hear that sweet voice again.

“excuse me, i never got your name” he says walking up to you staring right into your eyes.

“and why would you need my name”

“maybe i think you’re pretty and i wanna get to know you”

you stood still for a second and all you could think about was how everything played out last time but that definitely didn’t stop you.

“y/n. it’s y/n.” you said with a hint of sass.

“what a lovely name y/n” he says with a bright smile on his face. you swear the way he says you’re name could make you fall to your knees.

“well now that you got my name, what’s yours”

“i’m jack champion. now that we know each other’s names, would you like to walk through this with me” he asked with a teasing smile and a glint of hope in his eyes.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

#jack champion #ethan landry #avatar way of water #beabadoobee #lovesong #jack champion x fem!reader #jack champion fluff

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story & all my other works! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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ELEVEN.

You’ve never been so happy to hear the lunch bell ring. That allowed you to finally get this perverted, little grape out of your office and chow down on your ramen.

You plaster a kind smile on your face as you stare Minoru Mineta and his lecherous eyes from across your desk. The kid is so tiny that he has to sit on two of your textbooks–one being on how to deal with children with behavioral problems and the other on the history of UA High.

“Looks like we’re out of time, Minoru,” you announce sweetly. “I hope our talk helped you in some way. Just remember what I said.” You sit back in your chair, patiently waiting for him to regurgitate your advice.

“Even though turning me into a human football isn’t permitted at school if I look at a girl’s breasts, it’s her right to defend herself for my inappropriate acts,” he recites to you. “Oh! And no more trying to crash girls’ study nights pretending to be a new girl on campus.” He sighs, looking saddened at the loss. “That wig cost me $20,” he mutters.

You smile, happy with this progress. “That’s right. Thank you, Minoru!” You wait until he jumps out of the chair and bounces out the door to your office to finally let your smile drop. “Jesus,” you sigh, yawning and stretching your arms high over your cat ears.

It’s been a long day and it’s only mid-afternoon. You know your day is not over yet, and it won’t be for a while, so you decide to head to lunch early without Nemuri.

As you gather your lunch from your mini fridge behind your along with your bottle of Kombucha, you shoot a quick text to Nemuri saying you’ll be waiting in the break room for her and Mic to arrive. Several minutes you get a text back:

Muri: Hey hon! Gonna show up to lunch a little late today. Mic ran into some trouble training some of the kids & now I’m pretty sure half of them are deaf

*Read at 1:05 PM*

You giggle despite the seriousness of the situation, knowing it was only a matter of time until Mic caused the destruction of dozens of students’ ears.

You: No worries! I’ll save y’all a seat in the break room

*Read at 1:07 PM*

After Nemuri shoots a heart emoji back to you, you lock up your office and venture down the hallway to the break room which is empty when you arrive. You decide to sit on the cozy-looking yellow couch in the back by the window that overlooks the UA campus and the blooming cherry blossom trees that line the windows and walkways outside. You can’t believe that April is already here! You swear that March was just a week ago.

Once you’re finished setting up your lunch, you get up to eat your plastic bowl of ramen in the microwave near the coffee machine. As you do, you hear the sound of boots thudding across the floor and into the breakroom.

You turn to greet whoever it is being the nice person you are, but your words lodge in your throat when you find Aizawa standing there. When his eyes lock with yours, everything in the room seems to disappear and all logic flies out the window. No matter how many times you see him, you can’t help the way your heart pounds and your pussy throbs at the sight of his muscular body under his tracksuit and those alluring, tired eyes.

It’s stupid, really, especially now since the two of you are on better terms now since you ran into each other at the gym. You can’t believe that was a month ago. You still can’t even believe he asked for your number. You were all smiles and your tail stood straight up the whole day. Since then, the most he’s texted you are reminders about staff meetings and telling you to make it back to your dorm safely after every day you clock out.

Though you yearn for more, especially after learning he has a thing for you too, you don’t push it since you know Aizawa isn’t exactly the “people” type. Socializing just isn’t his thing. And you certainly don’t block the blessing you have with texting him, to begin with. You know that all of this could be taken from you in an instant if he were to ever find out your secrets.

You have hope that you’re good with your vigilante secret. You haven’t seen much of Aizawa in the late night hours when you take the streets as Night Claw. Though it disappoints you, you also know that he’s a busy guy and he doesn’t owe you his time that he should be giving to his job and his daughter. That isn’t even what you’re most worried about.

Over the past month since March, you’ve been visiting Aizawa and Eri at their dorm every night in your cat form and sneaking out before morning. You make sure to leave before Aizawa heads home after work so you’re waiting for him at his door, meowing and purring for him. You have come to love his touches and Eri’s joyful laughter as she plays with you.

Though you know it’s all because they think you’re a normal, four-legged animal, you still allow yourself to feel that little piece of joy every time you sit in Aziawa’s lap while Eri is curled into his side, a movie playing on the TV on a regular night before bedtime.

You’ve made this your routine and new job, so you’ve taken extra precautions to make sure no one finds out about your nightly visits, especially Nemuri and Mic. You send both of them texts every night now that you’re going out, ensuring that they only know about Night Claw and nothing about you pretending to be Aizawa’s adopted pet.

Though it is taking its toll on you physically to the point where your sleep schedule is fucked up and you’ve had to sleep as soon as you get back to your dorm before your shifts (that’s why you love the weekends; you can sleep for days), you take all of it gladly, just wanting to see Aizawa and Eri smile. You feel like it’s your duty to make them happy, especially Aizawa. You’ve grown accustomed to his smile, hooked on the comfort he feels around you. You want it every day, all the time.

And you don’t plan on stopping this anytime soon…until someone finds out. But no one will. You’re sure of that.

Realizing you’ve been staring at the man for too long, you flush and plaster on a smile. “Hey, Aiz– uh, Shouta,” you greet him. You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name now that you’re…friends? Acquaintances? Friendly coworkers? You’re not quite sure, but you refuse to put a label on it. You’re just glad you’re closer than you were a month ago.

Aizawa gives you a nod as he walks into the room. He stands next to you at the coffee machine and begins to move in silence as he prepares his coffee. He’s so close that you can smell his cologne, and it’s doing things to you. You can feel the body heat radiating off of him in waves along with his dizzying scent of eucalyptus and mint. Your pussy throbs in need and you have to clench your thighs together as you stiffly stand there, waiting for your ramen to finish heating up.

The air in the room shifts with him near, turning into something that is tense with heat. Could it be desire? You wouldn’t put it past you. Aizawa is the damn definition of desire with his rugged, handsome face and capable hands that haunt your dreams.

“How’d the talk go with Mineta?” he suddenly asks, his gruff and deep voice filling your ears.

You glance at him questionably, wondering how he knew this. He smirks down at you as he pops a dark roast coffee pod into the top of the coffee machine and presses a button. “He came from my class for starin’ at Yaoyorozu’s chest and got the boot from Ashidou. I sent him down to you.”

You nod understandably. You knew someone had to have sent Mineta to your office today since he never would’ve come willingly. “It, uh…went,” you carefully answer. Aizawa raises a brow. “He’s never been in my office before, but I’ve heard the kid has a thing for the girls and their body parts. Guess you see that a lot in boys these days.”

You sigh tiredly as the microwave finally beeps and you take your piping hot ramen out. Aizawa’s coffee finishes too, filling the air with the scent of roasted coffee beans. “He looks like he was a handful. I can practically see the exhaustion in you.”

His dark eyes roam down your form. Despite the modest white blouse and pencil skirt you’re wearing, you still can’t help but feel naked under his intense stare.

You flush, biting back a goofy smile with a smirk. “You look like you could use a nap yourself,” you giggle. “Classes beatin’ you up?”

Anyone who is anyone will be able to see the dark shadows under Aizawa’s eyes which are more intense than usual. He sighs into his mug, leaning against the counter as you proceed to take a seat on the couch. You’d ask for him to join, but you’re unsure if that is too much.

“It’s Eri,” he admits tiredly. “I tried to get her to go to sleep last night and that didn’t happen until 1 AM. She kept wantin’ to play with her new cat even though she’d be right back with us tomorrow.”

Your ears twitch excitedly at the sound of Eri and the mention of her cat. You quickly hide your immense excitement with a questionable stare. “Back with you tomorrow?” you question curiously. “What do you mean? Where the hell does she go if she’s a housecat?”

Aizawa chuckles to himself, still leaning against the counter. He looks so relaxed despite still being in a school setting. It’s a nice change. “She’s more of an indoor/outdoor cat, I’ve realized. I found that out when she jumped from my dorm window the morning after I brought her home.”

Your eyes widen in shock, playing the part, and he snorts. “No lie; she bolted across campus and almost gave me a heart attack. Eri cried like I’d never seen her cry, but the cat ended up coming back. I think she just likes the outdoors.”

Hearing him sound so baffled by your behavior in your cat form makes you want to scream with laughter, but you hold back. “Totally understandable,” you reply as you twin a heaping amount of ramen around your plastic spoon. You can’t keep an independent, single city girl like her cooped up in a room.” You finally slurp up the noodles and broth.

But as soon as the ramen is in your mouth, you immediately spit it into a napkin, alarming Aizawa. “Ugh!” you shout in utter disgust, pushing the bowl away. “That’s disgusting!”

“What is?” he curiously asks, a cute little scowl on his face. You motion towards the ramen you bought a day ago from the vegan supermarket Nemuri told you about. “This trash they have the nerve to call ‘ramen’. I should’ve never let Nemuri talk me into trying the substitute noodles. Supposedly, they’re better than egg noodles because they’re made with tofu.”

Aizawa snorts at your angered rant. “Rule number one: never let Nemuri talk you into trying anything she likes. Her tastes are…” He trails off, searching for a word. “Deplorable?” you scoff. He cracks a smile. “Eccentric,” he decides before sipping his coffee.

You exhale exhaustively as you stare down at your shit ramen. You weren’t planning on spending money today that you need for grocery shopping and paying utilities next week, but you suppose you could spare something for a good lunch from the sandwich shop across the way. You pick up the ramen bowl and dump it before packing up the rest of your lunch. “Guess I’m headin’ out for takeout again,” you sigh.

Aizawa silently watches you, his expression unreadable. You feel slightly scrutinized under his gaze, but maybe that’s because of how awkward you feel right now under the intensity of his eyes. Does he do it on purpose? Does he like seeing you squirm?

Biting the inside of your cheek, you weigh the outcomes of your next question before finally blurting,

“Do you…wanna come with? If you’re hungry, that is. I’m just goin’ to that sandwich shop across the way.” You can already taste the mayo and sweet yellow onion on your favorite sandwich, making your stomach rumble. The thought of walking with Aizawa and sitting down with him for lunch, alone without Eri being a filler, also makes your tummy flip.

Aizawa doesn’t look like he was expecting this question. “Uh…” The word drifts from his lips as he stares at you, making you feel even more awkward. He scratches at his chin, looking sheepishly suddenly. “I’d definitely like to, but I’ve got some tests to grade.”

Disappointment makes your tail droop, but you ignore it. You have no right to feel this way. You two aren’t even dating! You’re not even sure you’re friends yet. You plaster on an understanding smile. “That’s okay; I get it. Those kids need your expertise.”

Aizawa nods, still giving you that unreadable stare. “Yeah.”

“I’ll see you later?” you ask as you hook your lunch bag over your arm.

Once again, Aizawa nods. “Yeah.”

The air suddenly becomes awkward and tense again, all of the easiness before gone. When one of the janitors comes in to whip himself up some iced tea, Aizawa leaves and you finally feel like you can breathe. When you head out to pick up your lunch, you let the warm sun and spring air wash over you, caressing your hurt feelings.

You feel greedy and desperate, trying to push Aizawa into something he may not be ready for. You haven’t exactly hinted that you want something more with him either or that you even feel the same way.

But how can you? He’s not only a pro hero and a professor, but he’s also a father. How can you be so sure this would work or that you wouldn’t be just a booty call for him?

‘You’re lying if you say you wouldn’t like that,’ a sly voice in your head hisses.

You groan inwardly, staring up at the clear, blue sky for answers to your dilemma. Because the truth is that you’d come running to Aizawa if he ever wanted a piece of your pussy.

Since the night you caught him masturbating in the privacy of his bedroom, your dreams have been haunted by his dick and the way he said your name. You want him in your bed or to be in his, trapped under his body, his lips on yours and his cock filling you to the brim.

But with your secret habits looming over you, you know this could never be. Even if you were to date Aizwawa, you know that eventually, you’d have to tell him the truth about everything. You just can’t face that. Call yourself selfish, but you just can’t let this go. You can’t let him or Eri go.

You shut your intrusive thoughts off for the remainder of your break when you finally pick up your sandwich and head back to the school in time before your shift starts again. When you walk into the breakroom, you’re shocked to see Aizawa there again, standing by the sink.

“Oh, back again?” you ask, attempting to sound like you’re not hurting on the inside. “Did you forget something?”

You look for his mug that perhaps he’s cleaning out, but you see nothing. What else could he be in here for? You notice how tense he looks and your ears perk up in alarm, reacting to the tension radiating off of him. “No,” he huffs. “I-I mean, yes. Shit.” He sighs and looks down at the floor, shoving a hand in his pocket.

You blink at him, wondering what’s gotten into him. You’ve never seen him like this: so insecure and nervous. It is quite the contrast to his usual confident and intimidating aura. “Listen, what are you doing later?” he asks softly. “After work, I mean.”

You blink dumbly at him again, your heart picking up speed. Is he…? He couldn’t possibly be… “U-um, just goin’ home to do laundry for this week. Why?” Stupid hope blooms in your chest, making your tail swish excitedly behind you. Aizawa doesn’t notice, his eyes still on the ground.

“I mean…if you’re still up for some good ramen instead of that crap you had earlier, I know this really good ramen shop downtown that’s owned by a friend of mine. If you want, we could go together…” His suggestion turns into a mumble at the end as redness grows in his cheeks, causing him to hide behind his scarves in embarrassment.

You’ve never wanted to suck his dick more. “F-For dinner?” you softly stutter. “Like…as a date?”

Aizawa ticks his eyes up to you then and the entire room falls away, leaving you only with him. “If you want it to be,” he softly answers.

You know that if he asked you to take a trip to space, you’d say yes. You’d say yes to anything he wanted. A smile stretches across your lips, happiness exploding within you. The realization that this could be real is almost overwhelming; your secrets be damned. You want him. You want all of him.

“Sure; I’d really like that,” you giggle. “I can meet you there. Is seven an okay time?”

Aizawa’s shoulders droop as he sighs in relief. Did he think you’d say no? “It’s perfect,” he replies, his own smile stretching across his handsome face. “I’ll, uh…I’ll see you later then?” That shyness returns, making him look almost like a little schoolboy.

You nod excitedly and move out of the way for him to leave the breakroom. When you sit back down on the couch, you’re smiling from ear to ear and feeling like the world is one big, shiny place where nothing bad exists.

“Oh, hello, Shouta!” Nemuri’s sweet voice fills the air as her heels click toward the door. She sways her hips into the breakroom, smiling at you. “Hey, you!” she greets you as she plops down next to you on the couch, opening her bent box. “Sorry I’m late. Luckily, the kids weren’t deaf. I had to use my quirk on a few that were afraid to get checked out by Power Girl, but…”

She suddenly stops and takes one look at you before her red lips curl into a knowing smile. “Ooooh…what’s with that face, hon?”

You turn to her, fearful of her reaction. “What?” you ask. She giggles, poking at you. “You look like you just got stuck in your cute little tail by Cupid’s arrow. Did Aizawa talk to you?”

You can’t help the dreamy, dopey grin that curls onto your face again. “He did more than that: I think he just asked me out on a date.” Nemuri’s eyes widen as big as saucers and she practically jumps from her seat.

“Seriously?!” she shouts, earning a harsh shush from you. “What did he say? When are you going?” Her questions are like rapid fire, excited by this new information. You have no doubt she’ll be telling Mic too.

"Tonight at seven,” you proudly say. “We’re gonna meet up for dinner.” Already you can feel those nervous butterflies swarming your tummy. What will you wear? What will you talk about?

“Then before your date, you’re coming right over to my dorm so I can help you pick out an outfit,” Nemuri says with conviction. You go to protest, but she presses a finger to your lips. “No buts! We need this man so uncomfortable with how hot you look that he has no choice but to take you back here and love you down.” She winks at you suggestively.

Your mind drifts back to Aizawa’s hand wrapped around his wet cock, the moonlight hitting his face screwed in ecstasy. “You’re ridiculous,” you mutter to your friend, turning away to allow yourself to calm your horny ass down.

“And a seasoned hot girl,” Nemuri giggles. “Now onto more important things!” She nudges her hip with yours, looking at you in all seriousness. “You’ve got condoms?”

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A half an hour before your date with Aizawa, you sit on your bedroom with your stomach feeling like it’s about to push up your lunch right out of your mouth.

You’ve spent the afternoon since you got home primping for tonight after Nemuri did your makeup. She went for a soft glam look that made your lips look plumper in the peachy Fenty Beauty gloss she applied to them and your face look like a glazed donut. That was the most you allowed her to do, refusing to step into one of her sexy little numbers for your first date with Aizawa.

Instead, you settled for a simple bodysuit that slims out your body and accentuates your curves, hip-hugging jeans, and flats to make catching the bus easier. You aren’t due to catch it for another twelve minutes, but your feet are itching to get moving as if you’re keeping Aizawa waiting. But you can’t even bring your body to stand up and check your hair or spritz more perfume on your collarbone.

You’re so utterly nervous. You thought taking a shot of Moscato and a sniff of your stash of catnip would’ve to help curb the nervous butterflies in your stomach, but nothing has helped. If anything, you feel even more paranoid.

You’ve had to keep your phone charging in your bathroom just to keep it out of sight so you’re not constantly waiting for Aizawa to call. He said he’d be there, so why are you so apprehensive?

Maybe it’s because you still can’t believe he asked you out. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been on an actual date and you’re afraid you’ll fuck it up. Or maybe because of the possibility it could end in a one-night stand. You don’t want anything to do with that, no matter how hot Aizawa makes you.

“Ugh!” you groan, dragging your painted nails through your hair. This couldn’t have been the worse time to start having a breakdown. “Get it together,” you hiss to yourself before standing, planning to walk to the end of the block to catch your bus a little early.

But as you do, your ringtone begins to blast from your bathroom. With your heart lurching into your throat, you hurry to the bathroom to grab it. Disappointment floods you when you realize it isn’t Aizawa. However, that disappointment is soon replaced with concern. On your screen, the news app is open and an alert is flashing of a hostile situation taking place downtown.

WARNING: There has been a report of a robbery where several suspects wielding firearms are currently holding the overnight bank staff hostage. The police are currently working to defuse the situation and to find a way inside of the bank which the suspects have forcibly locked. All citizens living near the Bank of Musutafu are highly advised to stay clear of the bank’s premises and the surrounding area. Please stay in your homes if possible or leave the area IMMEDIATELY.

You gently place your phone down and look in the mirror. Above you is your clock which clearly shows that your bus will be here in ten minutes. How long were you sitting on your bed? You have no time to ponder that as you look from the news alert to your reflection. The girl with the cat ears, glossed lips, and lashes thick with mascara to frame her brown eyes stares back at you, silently asking you what will you do.

What will you do? To miss your first date with Aizawa, the very man you’ve been crushing on since you started working at UA, just to play hero would haunt your nights.

But the thought of at least not trying to help those poor bank workers and the police when you have the ability to do makes you sick. How selfish would you be to not be Night Claw tonight just because of a date with Aizawa? How is tonight any different? Crime doesn’t stop just because you’re desperate for dick.

Adrenaline begins to pump through your body, making your heart pound and your tail swish rapidly behind you. You can feel yourself being pulled in two different directions, each half of your subconscious screaming at you:

‘Just leave it alone!’ one side hisses. “Those people don’t need you! You’re not even a real hero. Imagine if this chance with Shouta never comes around again!’

‘No,’ another side firmly says. ‘You have a duty to the public. This is your city; your home. You need to protect it.’

‘What you need to do is finish getting ready for your date! Shouta will hate you if you show him up. He’ll never talk to you again.’

But the other part of you, the one that has values and morals, stands firm in her opinion, hitting you with encouragement and motivation to do what is right. ‘If Shouta admires you and your passion as a counselor, he’ll admire your passion as a vigilante. You have lives you need to save! Otherwise, why’d you never start this night job in the first place?’

You grip the sink counter. Tears begin to prick your eyes, threatening to ruin the mascara and light eyeshadow that Nemuri did a fantastic job on. ‘You haven’t even told him the truth yet. How can you date him and you’re still lying to him?’

Your eyes flick up to the clock. One minute left. The bus probably has left by now knowing how this shitty public transportation system works. “Shit,” you mutter.

Then, again, louder, “Shit!” as you slam your hands down onto the counter. Your claws suddenly protrude from your fingers, wanting desperately to claw at something to release your frustrations. Especially when you know what you must do.

With a lamented sigh, you take your phone off of the charger and click on Aizawa’s name from your contacts. When you put your ear to the phone, one lone, stubborn tear drips down your face. You quickly wipe it away, willing yourself to cut the bullshit and be a grown woman. This is the right thing to do.

“Please leave a message after the beep,” the automated voice says before a beep rings out in your ear, signaling the beginning of your sorry-ass voicemail.

“Hey, Shouta,” you sigh defeatedly. “It’s me. I’m so sorry! I lost track of the time!” You walk out of your bathroom and into the bedroom, kicking off your shoes as you do. “Listen…we might have to take a rain check on tonight.”

You stare at the open window where your curtains billow in the spring breeze teeming with nightlife and adventure. “Something came up.”

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b4tasquad · 10 months

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Could you write a few points on how you think niko would be when jealous?

Niko Omilana being jealous:

Authors note: This was actually so fun to do😭 also why does he look soooo biteable in the picture🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Would never say it. It was pretty obvious when Niko got jealous, the way he acted being a clear indicator. But never would he ever utter “I’m” and “jealous” in the same sentence. You couldn’t understand why exactly he didn’t just admit the obvious, but guessing it was from a place of pride you shrugged it off anytime. Both of you knew he was a very jealous person anyway.

Being Bipolar. Whenever Niko got jealous at other guys being too close to you or hearing of stuff you might’ve done in your past, he instantly got cold towards you. It was infuriating, because things out of your control interfered with your relationship so much. He liked you basically begging him to talk to you, but still upheld his cold exterior. At some point you’d be so done with his behaviour and give him the same shit back. That’s when he’d suddenly get all “lovey-dovey” again. Saying stuff like “babe why are you being like that” when he started it first🙄

Communication problems. Usually, Niko was a good communicator. Whenever he felt as though there was something the two of you needed to work out, he was both quick and thorough when telling you. That didn’t imply when he was jealous. The place of communication you had reached would mean nothing when he was blinded by jealousy.

Touchy in front of others. One thing about you and Niko was the fact that the two of you had a big social circle, which meant often being at events together. There had been incidents where he’d step away from you to talk to someone and he’d turn and see a guy shamelessly try to rizz you up. Excusing his conversation, Niko would instantly walk over to you and wrap his hands around your body. Given his height, he’d stare down at the other guy who would leave shortly after. “Really?” You’d ask him, laughing. And he’d just smirk, giving you a peck on the lips.

He’d throw petty remarks at you everywhere. One thing about jealous Niko was that he’d stay petty. If you had been “too friendly”, which in his definition meant actually just talking to another guy, he’d be sure to mention it. Niko was one to take things and run with them. One example was that one time someone at the grocery store had stricken a conversation with you as Niko went to grab something. You had answered the questions the guy asked, being too nice to just walk away. Well, that didn’t sit right with Niko. When you later met up with Niko’s best friends and also your close friends, he couldn’t stop taking jabs at you the whole time. “I just can’t help but hate this shit.” Chunkz had said at something entirely different. “You should ask Y/n, there are many things she can’t help but do,” Niko replied which you hit his head at.

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texas-writes · 1 year

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Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

#dilftaro #jotaro kujo #stone ocean #smut #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 11 days

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No bc vampy and Niall going to eat where bb works would be soooo funny 😭😭😭😭

They’re at each other’s throats the majority of the time but whenever they team up for a mutual cause, it’s chaotic 💀 They’d ask her about every single item on the menu.

“What about the sweet potato fries? How are those?”

“They’re good. People substitute them for regular fries all the time.”

“Are they carb free? I’m on a diet.”

She can’t keep the edge off her voice— not when they’ve been purposefully tormenting her for the last ten minutes. “Potatoes are carbs. And we both know you’d rather drink piss than go on a diet, Niall.”

“Fair enough. What’s your best beer?”

“You literally have the menu in front of you with all the descriptions.”

“Harry, tell me: did I ask for the menu’s opinion?”

Her boyfriend tuts disapprovingly from across the booth, doing his best to fight off a shit-eating grin. “No, I believe you asked for hers.”

“Yeah, I believe I did.”

Y/N’s features drops into a flat expression, but she obliges nonetheless. “Blue Moon is really popular—”

“While we’re on the topic,” Harry intervenes, “I’d like to know your go-to suggestion for wine, as well.”

“Okay, well—”

“Oh, and can I do a Caesar salad?” Niall chimes in, tapping his fingers across his lips pensively. “But hold the cheese, croutons, and dressing.”

“You want…a plate of plain lettuce?”

Niall rolls his eyes at her dramatically, reiterating his point slowly just to grate on her nerves. “No. I want a Caesar salad, hold the cheese, croutons, and dressing.”

Y/N can feel her left eye begin to twitch. “Fine. For the drinks, do you still want—”

“Can we sample them?” Harry interrupts, lazily flipping through the menu with barely any interest.

“Sure. Which ones do you want?”

“All of them.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow spitefully. “You want to sample the entire drink section?”

“Why not?” Harry glances at Niall over the laminated pamphlet, quirking his eyebrows jestingly. “We have time.”

Niall hums in amused agreement. “An eternity, actually.”

Harry snorts at the joke, swimming in the sheer irritation pinching his girlfriend’s face.

She inhales deeply, releasing the air in the form of a measured sigh. It’s taking every ounce of her will power not to pummel them with the menus.

“Okay. I’ll see if you’re allowed to sample the whole drink menu, but I highly doubt it. Drinks aside, for Niall, I have an order of sweet potato fries and a Caesar salad with no cheese, croutons, or dressing. Harry, you’d said you wanted a southwest chicken wrap in a spinach tortilla—”

“I never said that.”

Y/N’s grip on her pen tightens to the point where it cracks. “Yes, you did.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I’m literally vegan.”

“Since when?”

“Since right now.”

Her nostrils flare, and she drops her voice into a tight hiss. “You two shitheads better order and get the hell out of here before I spit in your food.”

Harry’s eyes slink over to his friend, his tone dripping with insulted disbelief. “Niall, tell me: did our server just threaten us?”

Niall tsks, copying Harry’s fabricated offense. “I believe she did.”

“I want to speak to a manager.”

“Yelp will be hearing about this.”

“I’m going to skin you both alive.”

#ysijwa!ask

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todomemolesta18 · 4 months

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Oh perfect timing to drop my moxxie finally snaps and threaten blitzo and loona thing because I want him to not be the butt of the joke anymore and actually be a character

blitzo was doing his usual making of fun moxxie jokes but this time he was going to far today constantly throwing insults and jabs at him moxxie who was sitting across the table with millie with a very angry and annoyed expression

“ok sir that’s enough I’m not in the mood to hear your cruel jokes today”

blitzo was taken back at first but then a smirk slowly started to creep on his face

“Woah seems like somebody didn’t get PEG last night is that why your cranky today”

moxxie face changes into a disgusted look

millie looks at blitzo

“Blitz please leave him alone moxxie doesn’t want to deal with your jokes today-“

millie words gets cut off by loona

“Well maybe if he go on diet and lose a couple of pounds he would be more happy”

Blitzo starts to laugh

“hah! I agree with you he does looks like he’s getting FAT I’m surprised he can still wear his su”

moxxie slams the table

“ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH!”

he pulls out his gun and points at blitzo

he jumps back with a shock expression

“m-moxxie what the hell do you think your doing!? get that gun away from my fac-“

Moxxie puts his gun closer to Blitzo face

“Shut up! I’m sick and tired of dealing with you and your daughter bullshit ever since I started working for you I been treated like crap the whole time you stalked me and my wife you threaten to RAPE us your ex girlfriend crew sexual assault me and to make things worst you ruined our anniversary date at Ozzie because you couldn’t give me goddamn peace for one special night!”

Blitzo looks down with a sad expression but then turns into anger and he looks at Moxxie

“Ptff you not gonna shoot me or loona you know why because you are a pussy and you don’t have the balls to pulled the tigger-“

BANG

the bullet missed one inch from his face hitting the wall

Moxxie moves his gun to loona face staring down at Blitzo

“You wanna say that again sir”

tears slowly falling down on blitzo face

“Moxxie p-please don’t killed my daughter PLEASE I’M SORRY DON’T HURT HER PLEASE”

Moxxie looks at him for a couple minutes he sighs and put his gun away and began to walk the door he turns around and gives Blitzo a cold stare

“You know what you and stolas are perfect for each because both of you are horrible people that only cares about your self and by the way I quit”

he slams the door and the room goes silent and Blitzo looks at millie

“millie… what the FUCK WAS THAT!? have your husband lost his goddamn mind!? he pointed a gun at me and loona and you let him do it! don’t you sit there say something!”

she looks at Blitzo and loona

“You know what everything Moxxie said about was true we have been dealing with your shit long enough ever since you started fucking that owl prince for the book you put me and my husband life in danger he doesn’t even bother to called us are actual names!… I quit to”

she gets up from the table and walks to the door

“FINE GO THEN ONCE YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU AND MOXXIE CAN’T NEVER COME BACK I GAVE YOU TWO AN OPPORTUNITY TO BE SOMETHING BIG AND THIS HOW YOU TREAT ME?!”

millie looks back at him

“don’t feel to bad besides your stolas little plaything I’m pretty sure he will let you and loona stay in his mansion as long as you be his sex slave”

Slam

Soooo what did you think:D

I LOVE THISSSS 💕✨️

#ask #anti blitzo #anti stolas #helluva boss rewrite #moxxie deserves better

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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HELURRRRR I hope ur having a wonderful day!!!! Or night BUTTTTTT now hear me out I was listening to hellfire from hunchback of Norte Dame what if the riddler(Dano) felt that way of the reader 👀👀👀 but the reader also felt the same way? If yk what I mean but if u don’t or can’t write that’s fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope you have good day/ night :))))

Hellfire | Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count | 893

Author’s Note | I need him to pine over me. I need him to feel the most eerie obsessive possessiveness over me. And I need him to feel soooo guilty. Edward Nashton is not a want anymore he’s a need. Also, even though my requests were closed by the time I got this, I listened to the song and got such a little burst of inspiration so I couldn’t just be like “ahaha no.” So indulge in my fantasy and pretend this boy wouldn’t absolutely die over having a one night stand lol.

Warnings | allusions to smut near the end, Edward is unhinged and possessive, nothing else I can think of!

How dare you look at him like that. Like he could ever mean anything more to you than what a fraction of a night could offer. The way you sway hypnotizes him. The bleary eyed glazed over, weary haze that seems to hold everyone in Gotham hostage. It's a look he's become so familiar with since you started working in his building. If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

He might’ve allowed you to escape. But you had luck on your side. Or perhaps a curse. Depends on your persuasion.

Either way, creatures like you cannot possibly comprehend the darkness that engulfs this city; the darkness that he will eradicate. He will set you free.

You don’t go for guys like him. Can’t tolerate nervous little outcasts who stare from across bars at pretty people, imagining what they’d do instead of just doing it. Maybe if daylight were peeking through the windows and he was at his day job, he’d stay like that. But it seems the shroud of night gives him courage to properly approach you.

“Could I get you a drink?”

“No,” your smile is tight and close lipped. It signals to him that you’re smart. That he’d need to work a little harder to see the real grin that he bets is right underneath the surface.

Edward muses, “Good choice.”

“Hm?” You heard him make some sort of sound. Of course he mumbles to himself. Even if he'd had a drink or two, he was still the same nervous Edward you'd barely spoken to more than a handful of times in the break room.

He clears his throat, “Nothing. I was just thinking…it’s a good choice.”

You laugh once, not finding an ounce of amusement other than in the way he fidgets with the hem of his jacket. Still as clueless as ever.

“Why? Were you planning on doing something to said drink?”

It’s a morbid joke that Edward waves off ferociously. His face pinches up in disgust, “I would never hurt someone like you.”

As if there’s a spirit behind those thick rimmed glasses that could hurt someone. And you were simply fortunate enough to not be considered a target. His tone sends a chill up your spine and inspires a fluttering flame deep in your belly.

The Edward you knew from the accounting department wouldn't hurt a fly. He simply hunched over his desk, working through numbers you were sure you'd never understand. He's not exactly a threat. But still unknown enough to you that you weren't sure which psychical sensation you'd let take over.

“If you’re trying to pick me up…I’m not sure if that’s a good reason for me to actually trust you.”

“Then all I ask is for your time.” The words come out like a promise. Curled around the edge of the sweetest little smile you've ever seen. Colored lights flashing off his glasses and staring right through you, Edward looks almost boyish. A shadow of some sort of child you may have recognized within yourself.

It has you following at his feet as he drags you to a bathroom. Has you clenching your teeth through a wince as he lifts you on the countertop and pushes you all the way back against the wall with the sheer weight of his body. No matter how much he had towered over you, it had never once struck you that he could be this strong. But you bend at his will and submit to the fire igniting inside as he kisses you.

The rough pad of his thumb holding your chin in place, it allows the warm muscle of his tongue to take control of the situation. He's obviously inexperienced; dry lips only being helped by the spit he can't control. Yet he's nowhere near nervous as he paws at the most hidden corners of your being under the dingy bathroom light.

His frantic mouth pauses long enough for him to whisper, “You have a choice.”

You miss the lingering taste of alcohol as he pulls away only slightly, “I do?”

Edward's voice shifts into something different. Firm and eager to pry into your darkest secrets. “You can choose the pyre of this city. Or you can choose me.”

It's an intensity that only fans the flame; turns it white hot and blistering. This single bathroom is far too small to hold all the energy that has built between you and him. The air depletes so quickly, your brain won't even let you second guess how this will snuff out in the end. Because, surely, it will. Connections like these rarely leave their subjects unscathed.

Would it be so bad to submit to his untamed power? To let him wrap himself around you entirely? To feel him suffocate you with all of the love he can possibly manage to give? Put it that way and it sounds as romantic as it does dangerous.

Still, you reply breathlessly, “You. Only you, Eddie."

This time, he is clear as day as he says, "Good choice."

As his mouth returns wetly to your pulse, all you hear is him giggling, the jangle of his belt being unbuckled, and the relentless pounding of a roaring hellfire consuming you.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman 2022 #the batman #edward nashton #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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firstkanaphans · 1 month

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hi! if you don't mind me asking, i was wondering if i could ask you about how you're able to write at the speed/output that you are able? i'm always so impressed with the rate at which you're able to update and was hoping to ask for advice 😅

because one of the hardest things for me is speed...i write soooo slowly, and so as much as i want to write multichapter fics, i feel like it would take me months between updates because of how slow i write. i think one of the reasons is that i am also constantly live editing as i write maybe? which really does slow me down, but i'm not sure how to bypass that.

i was curious if you had any tips/advice for how to write at a steady pace? do you set aside time every day to write regularly, or only when the mood "hits"? and how do you tackle those scenes where you just have no idea what to write (if that's something if you've experienced?)

of course no need to answer any of these questions - i hope i didn't overwhelm! i'm just always so impressed with your writing output that i'd love to hear any advice if you had any. thank you and can't wait for the next update of BLP 🫶

This probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, but the honest truth is that I just have a very easy day job. There are probably only about three days a month where I have to put in an eight-hour work day. The rest of the time, I use any excess work time I have to write.

It wasn’t always like this for me, though, so I understand the frustration of working a full-time job and then coming home exhausted. The last thing you want to do is write because as much as we try to pretend like it’s fun, it’s still work. It’s not mind-numbing. You can’t do it if your tank is already empty. The main reason I’m able to write quickly is simply that I have the time and the mental energy to do so.

Like you said, one of the biggest tips I can give you when trying to write faster is to turn off your inner editor while writing your first draft. It took me a long time to learn how to do this, but it has been immensely helpful. I will obviously correct typos while I’m writing, but other than that, I really don’t go back and edit anything until the whole first draft is complete. The only exception would be if I get halfway through a chapter and just know something’s not working. At that point I will stop and at least figure out what the problem is so that I don’t waste time writing scenes that may need to be cut depending on what I have to change. But other than that, I largely ignore correct grammar and even good writing in favor of just getting words down on the page.

If you’re a perfectionist like me and the thought of doing that is just completely off-putting, I’ll sometimes trick myself by pretending I’m not writing anything important. In all of my documents, I put the word START where I’m meant to start writing for the day. If I know I’m going to be writing really rough, I just don’t move the START from where it is and that tricks my brain into letting me write bad because I know the next day I’ll start from that same place. So essentially, I’m writing very badly one day and then going back to edit it into something readable the next. I cannot stress enough how much difference even just a day makes in your ability to edit more objectively. I never post chapters on the same day I finish them because I want to give my brain at least 24-hours to mull it over before I start editing.

As for writer’s block, I have pretty much eradicated that from my life simply because I outline everything so thoroughly beforehand. For instance, today I’ve been going through my outline for Chapter 4 of Best Laid Plans so that I can start writing it. One of the bullet points says, “Akk, Aye, Kan, Wat, and Thua eat lunch together.” My job today is to figure out what they’re going to talk about during that lunch so that when I get to that scene, I won’t draw a blank and spend days trying to figure it out instead of actually writing.

Now, that’s not to say that there aren’t days where I just don’t want to write, but for me, those days are few and far between. I don’t, however, believe in forcing yourself to write even when you don’t want to because your output is going to show your frustration with the task. I would never encourage someone to set a goal to write every day because I believe that’s just setting them up for failure. In the end, this really is just a hobby and you should work at your own pace and comfort level. If you’re bored with a multi-chapter fic you’re writing, take a break to write a one-shot. Or add something to your outline to spice up the next scene so that it re-energizes you.

It’s funny because I think output numbers get wildly skewed in fandom because some of us are actually insane. It’s not odd to see 20K-word chapter updates or fics literally longer than the Bible (773K words). If you write 1000 words a week (less than 150 words a day), that’s 52K words in a year, which is very nearly novel-length—and longer than any multi-chapter fic I’ve written. You would never expect a published author to write more than one novel a year, so don’t expect that from yourself either.

#asks #writing advice

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collegeoflore · 3 months

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What is Xarrai and Ieriyn's speech like? Do they have distinct accents? Or any other notable ways of speaking, like using particular phrases, slang, or terms of endearment?

Bonus question: What do their voices sound like?

i typed half of a answer for this earlier but the draft didn’t save LMAO let me try again

ieriyn is very much a prim proper noble boy early on. it’s just so ingrained in him to speak like a proper noble when addressing unfamiliar people that it’s just natural for him. his formality does slip from time to time (when he’s panicking or upset for example) but generally he’s pretty stuffy in his speech until like mid of act 1. he starts to loosen up after defending the grove, and by the time they get to the shadow-cursed lands he’s way more relaxed. this also coincides with him starting to be willing to tell jokes and get cheeky with people. :3 the first time karlach hears him say fuck she’s soooo proud of him and he’s just looking at her like “…did u think i had never said fuck before????” (she did) (so did wyll tho). some of his slang is like very specifically athkatlan which tends to throw people off, but it’s not all that unusual or anything. he’s not a huge terms of endearment boy except for with gale, but idk what ones he uses most often yet. also he has like. the quintessential transmasc gay boy voice. the exact intersection of “been on t for a few years” and “i really like men.” :)

xarrai has two distinct modes of speaking. it’s either the flowery and dramatic (and generally pretty posh) Bard Mode or it’s something more relaxed. think like, casting vicious mockery vs just insulting someone. there’s definitely a lot of variance in there (matching the style of someone’s speech is helpful when you’re manipulating them after all lol) but those are the general vibes. when they’re not trying to schmooze with the upper city elite they curse like a sailor and have no qualms about saying something uncouth as long as it will be funny (or sexy. depending.) their accent is very distinctly baldurian, though they’re able to bend it a little to sound more like they’re from the upper city or the lower city if they need to. however, every now and then you can catch a hint of smth Not Baldurian to their accent as a little holdout from growing up in mulmaster. the fr wiki tells me the language they speak in mulmaster is meant to be a baltic language so i suppose that’s how the accent would lean? i’m not sure tbh. it’s def smth that only comes out in little ways - some spell incantations they pronounce weirdly maybe. just a little something they can’t shake no matter how hard they try. their accent was definitely stronger when they first returned to baldur’s gate, but it’s 95% gone now. xar is similar to astarion in that they’ll throw a “darling” or “dear” or “sweetheart” out to just about anyone; they’re fairly liberal with their terms of endearment lol. they and astarion definitely competed for who could come up with the worst/stupidest terms of endearment early on (which drove the party crazy.) the only significant term of endearment that’s exclusively for astarion (and they only started using it for him around act 3) is “dearheart.” :3 he’s the first and only person they ever use it with. in terms of general sound, i think the in game voice i have for them (voice 6) is spot on tbh i’m kinda obsessed with it

#漫言 #oc. xarrai #oc. ieriyn #i’ll edit this tomorrow if i missed anything but :3c

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how comfortable i would feel with different stranger things characters

Argyle

8/10

he would be 10/10 but i’d be scared he’d mention what i’ve told him when he was high

i’ve got no idea if being high works like that tho???

but i’d be panicking very hard

like he’s probably use my preferred name instead of my deadname and i’d be like 🧍

would offer me weed to help with my skin picking problems or my mouth pain

fuck you braces and nails

Robin

10/10

we can ramble to each other :)

my best moments with my friends is of us rambling to each-other and getting off topic every other sentence

she’s very funny we could laugh about anything it’d be great

and i’m also queer so like..yeah, gay people flock together type shit

Eddie

6.5/10

the cafeteria scene scared me, i’d constantly think he’s about to..like..jump on my sandwich

also he’s too extroverted for me im sorry

i can’t handle that type of attention anywhere near me

he’d probably look at what i was drawing or something and show everyone 🧍

and i’ve got too much anxiety for that soooo…

Steve

7.5/10

i can’t really explain in

like, yes, i’d be comfortable, but constantly tense, expecting something, at the same time

like i said, can’t really explain it, sorry lmfao

Jonathan

13/10

would make me feel good about myself

between my fashion, music, general interests, being trans and gay, i’d be the Hawkins high punching bag

i already was at my middle school some? like nothing physical but constant shit, it was this group of kids constantly coming over to the tree i hung by and shouting slurs and jesus blah blah

plus the usual barking and being called emo in the halls

anyway

he could tell when i’m about to have a breakdown, whatever i’m feeling honestly

the only person i think i’d EVER be comfortable sharing how i actually feel with

he would never judge me

i think he’d like my stupidity and chaos, i usually get really insecure about it but he’d be nice :))

the only way i can interact with a movie/show is to vocally talk about it and my family (reasonably) gets mad but i think he’d enjoy hearing what i think and how i perceive whatever we’d be watching

even outside of movies, they don’t really like hearing me ramble or talk

and if one person did like it, another one would interrupt and they’d forget about me

even my general family issues, he’d be there to listen, and relate on a lot

i also love photography so we could have fun with that!!!

overall he’d be the biggest comfort ever

Nancy

2/10

i’m sorry but i wouldn’t be all that comfortable

i think the biggest thing was how she treated robin

and since i act like robin with the rambling and such, i really think she would not like me

opposite of Jonathan

she’d only get annoyed and i feel like she’d just act like my family when it comes to how i express myself, and would make me feel like shit

maybe she’d actually be really cool once i got to know her

but everything that the shows given me is her pushing away barb, the love triangle, being rude to robin, and supernatural stress, so not quite sure :p

Jason

-3/10

i don’t even need to explain

i would be called slurs and beat up

he was ready to break Gareths fingers

which i guess me just being casual vs him hunting a guy are definitely different situations

but i feel like he’d break something

i’d definitely be a suspect of joint murder forces with eddie lmfao

Billy

-3/10

same thing with jason

but pretty sure he’d also body-shame me

unless if we were around people

but still -3/10

Will

12/10

Same thing as Jonathan

but i’m closer to wills age so i think it’d be better :)

plus he at least used to play with legos and i fucking love legos

also we could draw DnD characters together!!

he’s gonna love my literal dragonborn himbo that wears sunglasses

i’d love to be in a byers-hopper family campaign with him :))

gays flock together again

Lucas

11/10

he’s super duper fucking nice and would always be considerate of everything

would not judge me

except in a funny way

he could help me out if i ever had relationship issues

he can climb trees i think? i feel like he climbed one in season one or two

if he can, i’d love to go tree climbing with him

i used to play basketball so we could play together!!

he’s awesome

Dustin

8/10

i can’t really explain why he’s only 8

i would, however, love to go and open curiosity doors and do random shit

i’m gonna train demodogs with him

would love to tease steve with him

8/10

nothing really special, just chill :)

again, would love to do a whole family campaign

i’d like making fun presentations with her like she did for the school project

would enjoy doing stuff like how she and max did, i love clothes shopping, because i can express myself- and that was the whole point for her clothes shopping!

i’d absolutely love to do that with her :))

Max

7.3/10

would maybe make fun of me a little bit?

sometimes in a funny friend way but sometimes in an actual way

i don’t think i’d be able to tell which is which so i’d be sad each time🧍

would love being chaotic with her and torturing mike (i’m sorry mike)

pulling pranks on everyone definitely

Mike

depends which season

1-2 is 10/10

3-4 is slowly declining…

i’m very childish (although i am a child so doesn’t really count) and i love doing thing how will does, and i’d too, be asking to play

would feel the worst feeling if he ever yelled at me like he did to will :(

although that’s on byler drama, so he wouldn’t yell at me like that

would make me feel both appreciated and highly judged

it switches every day honestly

but season 1-2 would be great <3

after he gets his byler drama sorted out he’d be back to 10/10

Erica

depends if she’s insulting me or not

but if she’s insulting me then i probably did something first so it’d be my fault

but overall she’d be super cool to hang with!

and she’s super smart- if i pay her, maybe she’ll do my math homework 😭

i haven’t nt watched my little pony in years (and obviously not the 80s one she watched) but i think i’d watch it so we could talk bout it

and talk with dustin too about it

cause he watches my little pony too

Joyce

6/10

As great a mom as she is, she barley ever payed attention to Jonathan

like, never

i would trust her to save me, yeah, absolutely, she’d do anything

but like i said with Jonathan..

overall though i suppose really good, she’d be fun to hang out with

Jim

4.5/10

dudes SCARY

yells too much

i’m generally spooked by older people, especially older men sooo yeah 🧍

that wouldn’t help

would constantly feel like a disappointment even if that’s not what he wanted

every so often a really good moment

maybe a heart to heart that’d boost him up a few numbers

Murray

4/10

as funny as he is, if he started talking about my relationship, i’d punch him

not actually i’m a coward but i’d mentally punch him

if he never talked about relationships then he could be a good 8/10 or something

nothing too special even then, just casual

Bob

9/10

gets -1 point because old men scare me lmfao

other than that i’d love to play his brain games and learn about the radios and such

great guy :((

would love to have him as an uncle :))

would like to listen to me ramble!

he jon and i can have camera sessions

Owens

7/10

again, -1 point for old man

but specifically during season four i kinda wished i had a dad a lil bit like him

i think the food got to me

and him trying to go against brenner

“kiddo” hit me hard

would not enjoy in the other seasons tho, no trust, thus no comfort at all

Mr Clark

9/10

once more, -1 for old man

but he’s super nice to the kids 😭

and always helps them solve the Upsidedown mystery of the year

where was he this season????

only teacher i could actually go up to and ask for help

would LOVE to have him as a dad

he’d also definitely enjoy to hear my ramblings, especially if they’ve got anything to do with science

i ramble about time travel and mythological creatures a lot (especially dragons and how they would have been) and i’d think he’d enjoy ny special interests of curiosity doors

Alexi

9/10

would love to go to the fair with him and get all the stuffed animals

and watch cartoons and eat slushes i think it’d be great fun

wanna have murray deal with both of us

harhar the old man will never know what hit him

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