#most of it is like. again why did no one seriously consider until my sexually harassing manager 😭😭😭

[chereus]

Oblivious Boyfriends | D. Winchester

Summary - Dean had been neglecting his boyfriend bedroom duties and you were getting frustrated [set in season 10ish, they’re fully moved into the bunker]

Pairings - SoftDom!Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Dom Dean, daddy kink, if you squint there’s angst before the blinding smut, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, hot angry Dean, sexual tension, talk about love and marriage??? Kinda??? It was done tastefully though I promise!!!

Cherry’s notes: Whew! That was spicy—in honor of my new phone I decided I’d post this as a thanks to people who’ve supported me throughout my writing journey <3. I’m still getting used to this writing format that tumblr has so pls be nice!!!

P.S ~ This may have been sorter than intended due to tumblr deleting half of this while I wasn’t looking. Still upset about that. Also sorry for the time delay because of said tumblr issues, had to rewrite most of it + an ending -_-.

Word count: about 1.2k

You were kind of being a bitch today. But in your defense, your boyfriend Dean had been so busy with work that he hardly had time to satisfy your in the bedroom needs. When you’d try and communicate that this was becoming an issue you’d been brushed off every. single. time. So naturally you started to get frustrated and decided to take control into your own hands for the time being.

“Y/n, have you seen my gun?” Dean announced himself as he stumbled into the library. You just continued to sit there and do your research without so much as a morsel of acknowledgment.

He cleared his throat and tried again, “Y/n have you seen my gun?” only this time he got a small clench of the jaw and a silent flare of the nostrils. Still with no response he decided to try a third time when you suddenly just got up and left leaving him completely alone in the library.

Wondering what he did he promptly followed you, but once he realized he wasn’t getting far by just following in your footsteps he bravely spoke, “Okay, seriously, is this how we’re acting today?”.

This immediately caught your attention but you showed no signs of making a huge scene so you quickly and calmly stopped while turning around to face him while replying with, “I don’t know Dean, is it?”.

He really didn’t like the passive aggressiveness in your tone. It hadn’t helped that you’d quickly spun around and once again resumed ignoring him. Being ignored was one of his top ten pet peeves and you knew it. That’s exactly why you chose this method to piss him off. Get him all worked up, he’d have to take his frustrations out on you then.

“What the hells’ that supposed to mean?” He countered, following you into the kitchen.

“It means that if you don’t know then it’s not worth talking about.” You said truthfully. Suddenly Dean found himself recalling the days to see if he’d missed a birthday, a dinner, an anniversary, anything that would constitute this type of treatment and he came up empty.

As you noticed Dean sitting there dumbfounded you took it upon yourself to grab one of his beers from the fridge and march back out successfully initiating phase one.

You’d been toying with the idea for quite some time but never had the means or justification until now, you were going to go around the house and dump all of the alcohol.

This was seemingly easy considering after your and deans little spat, he’d decided to give you some space to cool off seeing that you were angry with him. It gave you the perfect opportunity to do what you needed to do. This was phase two.

Phase three was to just sit back and watch the anger seep from deep within Dean Winchesters veins until he couldn’t see anything but red.

Sam had been on a hunting trip for the last couple of days and you were thankful because the things he would’ve heard…

“Y/N! Where is all the beer?!” Dean hollered as you passed him in the kitchen.

“I dumped it.” You simply said. Deans face went slate.

“You-you…dumped it.” He said as both a statement and a question. You could see the vein on the side of his neck start to pop and you knew he was close to blowing a gasket at how he had been treated.

“Yup. I dumped it. Decided that we’re now alcohol free. Have fun with your green juices and detox tea.” You were beginning to walk away when he grabbed you and spun you back around so that your chests were touching and he was holding your wrists on both sides of your head.

“Is there something that needs to be sorted out? Cause’ I’m getting’ real tired of the way things have been going around here.” He seethed. He probably just wanted a nice cold beer after working a long hard case all day but you weren’t about to let that happen. You were horny and determined to do something about it.

You got closer to his face and begun to look into his eyes while simultaneously brushing your lips together with his. Nudging your nose against his you whispered, “if there was a problem you’d know.” And you ripped yourself away from him and swiftly dropped out of the room beginning to feel yourself getting wetter by the instant.

Not even ten seconds later Dean came marching out of the kitchen behind you demanding that you work this out by pushing you against the hallway wall. You responded by grabbing him by his belt loops and smashing his hips against yours. He’d finally gotten the hint.

“Is this what you wanted? Was my pretty baby just horny and desperate for her daddies attention?” He said as he grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. You whimpered at the gruffness of his touch, desperate and craving more.

“I need you to answer me, y/n. You know daddy doesn’t like it when you go silent.” Dean enforced. You let out the tiniest little ‘yes’ lost in your own world of pleasure and fulfillment.

“Louder, y/n.” He commanded putting slightly harder pressure onto the sides of your throat that were sure to bruise later but you didn’t care. The feeling of his body on your body was enough to drive you wild.

“Yes!” You deeply moaned wrapping your hands around his hips and flushing your pelvis’s together. Dean leaned down and planted an earth shattering kiss on your lips, tongue swirling around with your own while he still held the position of holding your neck firmly in place without making you dizzy from the lack of air.

“Up.” Dean forced. Slipping his hand under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his torso. When you were situated your hands found their way to his hair to gently tug at the roots.

Hiking you up by your ass you were looming over him with every adjustment. Your hands made their way to either side of his face while you ferociously kissed him. He started to stumble his way down the hallway, careful not to drop you. You moaned as his grip on your ass got tighter the more aroused he was getting.

The warm smell of cinnamon from your hair, the combined scent your vanilla bourbon perfume and your honey body lotion, it reminded him of home. Although you’d been getting in spats and arguments all day you’d still somehow made him feel loved and cared for by the way you’d responded to his touch.

It was at this very moment he decided that he wanted to marry you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, or hell— maybe not even next week, but someday If you’d let him.

Finally stumbling into your shared room dominant Dean was back in action. He gently put you down and then shoved you back onto the bed signifying the fact that he was done playing the game you’d been playing all day.

When you adjusted yourself on the bed he immediately ripped your pants off annoyed at the extra fabric keeping the two of you apart. Dipping down he gently put his right hand to your jaw and repeated what you had to him earlier. Brushing your lips together your noses tenderly touched and he gave you one last affectionate kiss before looking down at your tank top and ripping it in two.

Your eyes widened with desire, you’d never seen Dean like this and it was extremely sexy. The mix of softhearted kissing and rough manhandling was driving you insane. Kissing down your stomach the torn shirt was quickly discarded never to be seen again.

Only in your bralette and underwear you start to feel cold with Dean still fully clothed. Grabbing him by his hair you pull his head up from your panty line. Giving him a single peck on the lips you start to peel off the layers of flannel and cotton until his top half was fully nude.

Reaching down to undo his belt buckle he stops you with a questioning glare. He shoves your hands away and moved away from the bed and to the closet where a medium sized black box was laying on the top shelf. Getting that box down you knew that something freaky was about to happen.

Pulling out four long black ropes he looks back at you with a smirk. You gulp and back away slowly, however he was faster and started tying your left wrist tightly to the headboard. Positioning you in the middle of the bed he ties your right to the other side of the headboard.

Deciding to discard the last two ropes, he resumes your playful foreplay now teasing you at the fact that you can no longer touch him in the way you wanted to.

“M’ gonna fuck you in this pretty little bra. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Been walking around all day getting on my nerves so I’d have no choice but to fuck the aggression out. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.” He says menacingly pulling off your underwear.

Leaving your bare pussy in the cold Dean jumps off the bed and begins to slowly undress. And I mean slowly. You thought you were about to combust when you finally saw Dean unbuckle his pants and slowly drop them.

Getting back on the bed Dean slides his hands up and down your curves on your sides, trailing down to your hip bones and finally your throbbing heat. It really was no surprise that you’d gotten worked up so easy considering you and Dean hadn’t had really any sex in almost four months. Orgasms, yes. Sex, no.

It was killing you not being intimate with Dean like you used to. So when he finally put his cold hands on your warm aching pussy you could’ve cried in relief even though it was only through your panties you could feel his fingertips rubbing up against your clit causing you to softly moan in delight.

Gripping the tightly tied ropes Dean tormented you by pulling off your panties and just sat there. Staring. It would’ve made you insecure had you not known that Dean would’ve loved you no matter what you perceived your vagina to look like.

“Would you let me put a baby in you?” Dean asks out of the blue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched, “In the future of course. Your still on birth control, right?” He thought out loud. You were speechless so all you could do was nod and let out a small ‘uh-huh’.

Dean could tell you were now really tense after that question so he took his hands and smoothed them over your stomach and said, “Don’t worry. Not until your ready. But until then, I’d like to practice.”

Your muscles were slowly untensing as Dean assured you there would be no baby making until your ready. “If we’re practicing, do you mind going in raw? I’d like to be closer with you.”

Dean was now blushing but tried to hide it through dominance. He spread your knees apart and quickly dove in licking and sucking your clit. Pulling at the ropes, you moaned and groaned until you were so close to cumming that you could cry.

Dean could tell how close you were so he sped up his tongue motions and hooked his arms around the base of your thighs so you couldn’t move anywhere.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as your first orgasm took over you. Dean wasted no time in sliding his manhood into you with great force.

Putting his hands at your hips he began roughly thrusting into you at an angle that kept hitting your g-spot over an over again. As you were getting louder and louder with your moans Dean reached down in between your legs and rubbed your clit. He was fucking you so hard at this point you were seeing spots.

“Yeah. Your such a good girl. Taking it so good for me. Gonna be doing this to make a baby one day, huh sweetheart. Look at me.” He said as your eyes were starting to droop. Your eyes tiredly opened and you seen Dean look at you like your the queen of the world. His world. With adoration and love.

“Gonna let me fill you up, hmm? Gonna let me take care of you while your carrying our child? Gonna let me go out at three am to fill some ridiculous request of bread and butter pickles from that grocery store half an hour away?” Dean asks with a fond smirk on his face. Like he’d be so excited to be able to do those things for you.

Just hearing how happy it would make Dean to be your caretaker in your time of need makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not just because he’s still fucking the life out of you.

Once you get close enough to the edge Dean starts to get greedy. He wants you to cum and he wants it now. “Give it to me y/n. Now.” He says wrapping his hand around your throat and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Seconds later it felt like fireworks had been let off in your stomach with how hard you were orgasming. At one point you were certain that you were seeing stars.

“Fuck! Dean!” You moaned as you made other noises that you had no idea you could even make. Before you could even come down Dean slipped out of you and was undoing the ropes.

“All fours. Now.” Was the command. Still a little dizzy, you comply wanting to see where this was going.

Upon getting on all fours dean was already behind you thrusting upwards at a new angle. Letting out a deep groan you dropped to your elbows and grabbed the sheets.

“Having that attitude all day really drove me nuts all day, y’know that? Now I get to fuck it out of you and I couldn’t be happier.” He said slapping your ass hard. You yelped and tried to go forward but his hands at the crease of your hip and thigh bone wouldn’t let you.

“Your not going nowhere. Your gonna sit here and let me breed you like a good little slut.” You couldn’t deny hearing those words made the sex ten times hotter. When you leaned your head back to moan deans hand was there to grab you by your hair and continue fucking your pussy until you exploded.

Pulling your hair was the final step in your third and final orgasm. Pulling away slightly at the overstimulation Dean speeds up, chasing his own climax. With one last grunt Dean came spilling into you with force.

“Oh God,” you shuddered, suddenly very cold. Goosebumps lining your skin, you get off the bed leaving Dean to fend for himself.

After you cleaned up you got back in bed with Dean. “Did you really mean what you said? Do you really want kids with me?” You asked as you lifted up the covers where Dean currently resided.

“Well yeah, I’d also like to put a ring on your finger too whenever you’ll let me.” Dean said shyly playing with the edging on the covers.

You quietly smiled and kissed Dean as you settled down. “I love you, and I want to marry you. But kids are out for a while. At least until I’m sure one of us isn’t going to end up dead with the shit we deal with on the daily. I won’t put another generation of kids what we went through. I just won’t.”

Although Dean was disappointed, he understood. His childhood sucked and he’d do anything to make sure that his kid didn’t live the same life.

“But we can still practice though, right?” Dean asked cheekily. You laughed, “yes Dean we can still practice.”

You both chuckled when you heard a voice booming from the kitchen, “Dean, where is all the beer?!” It was Sam.

“You were kidding though about the beer weren’t you?” He asked and you laughed harder.

“No, I wasn’t. I was committed. I really dumped all the alcohol in the house. Sam will understand given his healthy lifestyle.” Dean groaned and sunk into the mattress. You were still cracking up at the whole situation now that you felt better after your release.

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural smut #dean winchester smut #jack kline #team free will #sam winchester #spn crack #the empty #sam and dean #kevin tran #deancas #dean and cas #castiel winchester

[slovoricbutbetter]

Anarchy Class for Subs and Bottoms: Justice

[slaps chalkboard with spanking paddle repeatedly, trying to beat out the muttering] class! is! in session!! oh my god, letting you lot sit without gags was the worst mistake of my life. we'll be talking about justice today! [looks sternly over the class]

[satisfied with the silence, corrects glasses]

so, the justice system. we all know of it, and some of us have had the misfortune of interacting with it, either as a victim or as the perpetrator. that is NOT what we'll be talking about today! today- [groans, slaps the chalkboard violently] shut up! blumming chattering whores- [takes a deep breath, and corrects glasses again]

today, we'll be talking about the more abstract concept of justice, the theoretical and philosophical meat of it. i won't be mentioning any particular schools of thought, because i'm not a nerd no matter what the glasses may tell you, but i will mention a concept or two that i did not come up with because i am a thief.

[picks up chalk, turns to the desk] first of all! [longhands something, loopy and fancy and completely illegible] the current idea of justice is predicated on a higher authority, be it god or the state, dishing out punishment for unsightly behaviour! what is that, class? that, is hierarchy. and what is hierarchy? [writes B A D in big stamp letters] dumb!

[turns to the class] more seriously though, this idea goes firmly against the tenant of responsibility i have outlined in our previous class. sure, people are punished for what they do, but, first of all, far from always, and second of all and more importantly, they are punished rather than given consequences.

what's the difference, you may ask? well, it's largely about how we approach it- a punishment can be one size fits all, like incarceration, while consequences are always tailored to the case. a consequence, to be effective, needs to have three things! [returns to the chalkboard]

[longhands something which may not even be written in english] specificity! to give a proper consequence to someone, the community or the victim or what have you must consider what it is they've done and carefully tailor their response to the case, so that it sticks!

for example, if you have been jacking off despite your dominant's rules against it, the most fitting consequence would be removing your ability to do so and/or your access to sexy times with the dominant since you apparently don't need them.

[longhands what might just be 'pikachuu' with a little heart at the end] proportionality! that's where the 'justice' aspect comes in- whatever consequence is being given, it must be proportional to the infraction, or what people will remember will not be the infraction or the lesson from it, but the asshole consequence. not to mention it'd be unfair.

for example, if you jacked off once and your dominant removed all sexual contact for a month, that's probably not very fair or balanced.

[longhands 'tee hee' and doesn't even hide it] flexibility! if the consequence is not teaching the perpetrator what they need to learn, that is a shit consequence and it needs to be reevaluated and reconsidered.

for example, if your dominant decides to punish you by putting you in chastity but all that does is make you miserable and dreaming about the moment you can jack off again, they should invest in figuring out why you broke the rule in the first place, and if you can adjust it for the time being until you figure out how to help you follow it- if that's even feasible. yes, this does mean sometimes the perpetrator was misunderstood or mistreated and the rule is what needs to be changed, not them- such is life.

[twirls back to face the class and puts arms akimbo] and that's the meat of this taken care of! next class will be on alienation and dehumanisation, as the topic is linked with justice somewhat. who's giggling- it's not the fun dehumanisation, i swear to god, you guys have your minds irreparably in the gutter.

if you missed last class, here's the lecture recording! your homework is reading up on restorative justice, i'll be handing out keys to your cuffs now and we'll have a q&a. you've been surprisingly behaved today! gold star stickers for everyone <3

#bd/sm classroom #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #anarchism #anarchist #anarchy #anarchocommunism #socialism #leftism #anti capitalism #politics #justice #long post #roleplay #school #slovo talks

[sweetmoogirl]

I'm curious as to the psychology of your kink. For someone so young, it seems like a pretty full on and specific kink. I am wondering firstly, what is the connect between fantasy and reality, if any, are you just engaging in fantasy purely for horny reasons? Does your fantasy and kink ever enter your reality and if so to what extent? Secondly, how did this kink begin for you - were you traumatised, did you simply explore the internet until stumbling across something that you explored further because of the sexual excitement it gave you, do you have mental illness or are you a fully functioning person? I think there's a lot to learn from you so please, the more detail and clarity, the better.

im pretty flattered that you seem to think im so interesting lolol

i dont know which kink youre specifically talking about though since a lot of my kinks can fall under this line of questioning. ill answer this for the three "worst" kinks i have: detrans/misgendering, cnc, and misogyny. if its not one of these three then lmk and ill answer again.

for detrans/misgendering, it really not that specific tbh. theres a lot of trans people who have a kink like this or similar to this. (forced) feminization is also very common, especially in masculine spaces. theres absolutely a psychological aspect to this, as well as a societal one. trans people are oppressed and often discriminated against in many ways, including being misgendered. this kink allows for a SAFE and CONSENTUAL space for someone to cope through their traumas in a healthy way.

theres also a VERY strict gender binary often forced on trans people by cis people, and sometimes others in our own community, that force a lot of us into a box. if you dont keep your hair short, wear boy clothing, like masc hobbies, and transition medically then youre not a real trans man. if you dont do makeup and wear dresses with long hair, tuck, get surgery or use padding for breasts, or act feminine then youre not a real trans woman. if youre too masc or fem or you dont fit into nonbinary stereotypes then you must be lying.

this kink is a very easy way to explore masculine and feminine sides to ourselves as trans people that we wouldnt be able to irl because of these harsh gender roles that we HAVE to adhere to otherwise no one takes us seriously (obviously trans people are valid NO MATTER HOW THEY PRESENT OR CHOOSE TO DO but this is a very common mindset we have to deal with).

i got into this kink bc my gender dysphoria is awful. its made me miserable for most of my life and it, alongside my adhd and possible autism, is why i struggle so much with depression and anxiety. im always worried about how ill be seen, if ill pass as male, and remembering my own body makes me sick. i started joking over half a year ago, saying "well i cant get dysphoric if i pavlov myself into getting horny everytime i get misgendered. haha checkmate t3rfs!!!" and then it became less of a joke.

i wrote stories of trans men exploring this kink in my writing and it really helped. im still dysphoric. i may joke about how this kink is the way to cure gender dysphoria but thats not how it actually works. i still have days where my body is unbearable and the thought of being feminized makes me want to hide away forever. but it genuinely did help to break out of those boxes i put myself in and play in a safe space with terms and mentalities regarding my gender.

in terms of fantasy and reality, this is purely fantasy for me. i have no desires to detransition, nor do i have any want to be misgendered outside of horny purposes. i am a man, i will always be a man, and thats not going to change just because tumblr user xyz called me babygirl. im almost a year on testosterone and im considering getting top surgery as we speak. this kink doesnt affect me on any other level than horny.

for cnc/noncon, this one is probably a bit more in depth. i dont have any specific trauma in this field. ive been touched inappropriately against my consent a handful of times (as in someone touched my chest or my hips) but nothing that spawned this kink.

however, there are studies that show that a LOT (as in over half) of afabs get fantasies regarding cnc and non consensual situations. this DOES NOT mean that they want to taken advantage of. for the most part, this kink derives from the idea of being wanted so badly by someone that they would take you no matter what. its also the idea of POWER PLAY, of being helpless and not having to make any sexual decisions.

theres also a lot of trauma involved and, as stated before, kink is a SAFE and HEALTHY place to cope with that trauma as long as safe words, aftercare, and proper communication is enforced. there are many people who like being in a cnc scene and knowing that, unlike their trauma, they now have CONTROL over the situation and can stop it whenever they want and have their wishes be RESPECTED. in this area, i am the wrong person to ask so i implore you to do more research on your own with this topic if youre truly curious.

for ME personally, i like noncon/cnc bc of that power dynamic. i am a submissive who could NEVER dom in any sense of the word. i like being completely submissive and i like having my dom take control and do anything and everything for me. i dont want to make decisions and i like being overpowered and taken care of. its just hot to be forced to do something, whether that be manhandled into the next room or be good.

this is a fantasy that ive had for years, even when i was a kid. i dont know WHY that is, but i do know that a lot of my friends who have childhood related trauma also had fantasies like that as a kid. i also discovered hardcore porn and noncon scenes when i was WAY too young to even know what sex was and im sure that exposure affected me in an unhealthy way too. again, id implore you to look for educational resources on the nature of forceful and violent fantasies, both sexual and not. its a fascinating subject and bdsm and kink psychology and etiquette has been a fixation of mine for years.

and it is just that, a fantasy. in real life, i am extremely sex repulsed and borderline identify as asexual because i dont want to do anything like that with anyone. im also, as mentioned before, extremely anxious and socially awkward so i dont like being near people at all. the idea of anyone hitting on me or not respecting my boundaries makes me feel ill, even if its hot while im horny.

for misogyny, ill keep it short bc its related to everything above. basically combine my reasoning for cnc and detrans and youd get my reason for this. its basically me, as a trans person, going from one extreme of being so masculine it was toxic and exploring the other extreme. its once again just me exploring a taboo subject in a safe and consensual space.

misogyny kink is rooted in strict female gender roles, as well as the forcefulness and disrespect you get from cnc. thats why its my favorite kink, it combines everything i like but specifically utilizes WHY i like those things. i discovered it when i made my first detrans/misgendering tumblr account and made a side account dedicated to it, and then when i made this account i just combined the two.

i grew up super fucking feminist and i still am a major feminist who is all about supporting women and their choices. i love women and think theyre cool as hell and much, much stronger than i am lolol. this is just a fantasy for me, nothing more. this is another kink that is heavy on the dom/sub dynamics, as well as giving people who experience trauma at the face of their oppression a place to take back those experiences.

anyways thats my super long post!!! tysm for asking, anon, i love answering questions. if you have any further questions then you can shoot me some more anons or you can message me directly, i dont mind :D

i hope i answered your question and it all made sense!!!!

#asks #im not gonna proofread this though so im sorry if theres anything fucked up #its 3 am for me lolol

[batmanego]

"At worst it's shipping a serial murder with the father of his victim" yeah that's why it's FUN, they're both fucked in the head and only deserve each other! Bruce knows exactly what he's doing and the drama if/when resurrected Jason finds out has such delicious "lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship" vibes but with EXPLOSIONS

maybe it's my bubble of fellow "lives have been wrecked by infedelity" fanfic writers but i don't know anyone who actually sees it as healthy or anything but either one-sided or big cheating-on-his-mission-for-Justice vibes. Batman doesn't deserve a healthy relationship because he's ruined his loved ones lives. So he's stuck with the creepy stalker that's obsessed with him. I know like 3 other writers w this viewpoint, not every ship is all UWU, sometimes toxic ships are fun. It's not flattening Bruce, it's adding complexity and inner turmoil, but it also assumes you're working with a view of Bruce most of the fandom doesn't share because everyone loves Batdad, idk. Just tossing in my 2 cents.

I also wrote a whole thing creating Jeannie as a fully fleshed character outside of "Mrs. Napier" so don't say it's something about erasing women, maybe on some subconscious level that I need to work on, but I do try to counter it with fleshing out other female characters. I enjoy Talia & Selina but Bruce is fundamentally a fucked up guy and he rlly only deserves a fucked up ship. Idk.

Thanks for reading this or skimming and deleting it idk im mostly shouting to the void

i went back and forth on whether or not i wanted to respond to this jokingly or seriously or even at all, considering theres So Many Other Things I Could Do With My Limited Time On This Earth, but honestly you as a person seem infuriating in a very specific, Jerking Off On The Page Never Read A Comic Donated To AO3 Harry Potter Fan-type way and im sort of diametrically opposed to you because of this so i will formulate a "brief" response.

putting it out there first and foremost: i really don't care all that much because i'm an adult and i have other fucking shit to do, but comics is an industry that i am both passionate about and want to work in, so i think i'm granted a little bit of bitching about misinterpretation of characters, considering i want to Actually Write Them For A Living at some point.

for starters i notice that you changed what i said about joker from sexual predator to serial murderer. hmmmmmm. could it be that that is a line you realize shouldn't be crossed?

that aside, the reason i bring up jason ties into why your approach (an approach shared by many) to bruce wayne is fundamentally flawed. bruce wayne is a man who had nobody, and then gradually accumulated a network of strong support systems that are more important to him than anything else. i mean that. really, from a character standpoint, bruce died in that alleyway with martha and thomas - everything from there until meeting dick was him going through the motions. living death. but dick changed things! it gave him a person to care about! it gave him responsibilities outside himself! it forced him to be a caretaker! albeit, in the early years, he wasn't a very good one, but he did try.

and we can see that attitude continued in his relationship to jason - when jason dies, bruce changes. i've talked before about how death in the family changed not just batman, but batman comics tonally and thematically, but jason's death really marked a point where bruce closed himself off from people again. all of this reinforces the fact that for bruce, he is fundamentally a man that claims to work alone while actually being surrounded by friends and family.

to bruce, compassion is key. compassion in EVERYTHING. with your family and with your criminals.

you want drama between bruce and jason? their story is already rife with it. literally just read under the red hood and you'll see, nothing there needs to change or have Drama inserted.

also, this comic is really funny and antithetical to your They Belong Together point because bruce explicitly says he fucking hates the joker so much.

and man, i dont even know where to start with this paragraph, it's just so goddamn funny. hey. you know you sound insane, right? you know that? you know you're shooting yourself in the foot? i didn't say a goddamn thing about erasing women. you said that. that's an issue you recognized in yourself. it's not one i won't say is there - i could go on for hours about the discarding of canon female love interests (canonically bisexual female love interests in the case of selina and canonically love interests who are both woc! hmmmm) out of misogyny, but i won't because it seems like you've kinda got that front covered.

and, again, cause i can't say this enough: bruce's friends and family are the most important thing to him and he will always prioritize them. he loves them.

just as an afterthought, framing bruce as "fundamentally fucked up" is kind of weird to do. i mean, i have my problems with framing any hero as "what if they were evil, actually" (the least of which being that i think it's pretty fuckin boring) but this post does a pretty good job of summing up "is bruce wayne really a good guy?" (the answer is yes)

anyway, you want to ship bruce with a sexual abuser who murdered his son and ruined his life? i can't stop you. but i do urge you to think critically about the character decisions you're making there and step outside of your fanfiction echo chamber and into the wonderful world of comics for once. if you need recommendations on where to start for good bruce characterization, i've got plenty.

ps. you want bruce to kiss one of his villains? harvey dent's right there. xoxoxo ferris

#batman meta #good morning all #dc #long post

[sakuraaachan]

Just Gold - Izuku M. - Part 3

☆.｡.:*"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭." ･ﾟﾟ･｡ Y/n L/n loved the sparkle of a jewel, the reflection of gold, and the icy feeling of heavy diamonds on her neck. She always wore gloves, black silky gloves that comforted her hands perfectly. With her sexy body and ruby red lips, she could have any man she wants. With just a few flirty looks, and a couple of sly words, the gloves slide off easily once they make it to the hotel room, and once her bare hand touches the man's chest…he'll freeze and become gold. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭. ｡･ﾟﾟ･

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: mature, abuse, criminal activities, some sexual mentions

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Make sure to check out part 1 - here

Chapter Three

Tsutsumi Children's Home

“Give it back Y/N! I found it first.”

You sprinted down the hallway, kicking off every step in order to make distance from the two boys chasing you. In your hand was a shiny rock. Nakata had found it during outdoor playtime. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, and so did you.

The two boys chasing you, Kono and Mase, were Nakata little tools. Since she was considered the prettiest girl in Tsutsumi, she had a lot of boys willing to do anything for her. It was also because she was beginning to blossom.

Unfortunately for you, the boys were faster than you. As soon as they caught up, you were pushed down to the ground. You hit your nose first upon impact. Letting out a small groan at the pain. You recovered quickly though and attempted to get up but Kono pushed you down onto your butt.

“You guys know you're not supposed to hit girls,” you say. Glaring at Kono and Mase who looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter.

“Like you're anything near a girl.” Mase says between giggles, “maybe if you acted more like a girl, we’d treat you like one.”

As Mase continues to laugh, Kono climbs onto top of you to pry the rock from your hand. He’s careless with the amount of strength he uses. You had a good grip on the jewel, so Kono slams your hand into the floor until you let go.

The jewel slips out your grasp and Kono grabs it. “As if she could,” he snickers. 

“Did you guys get it?” You feel your frown deepen as Nakata appears. “Aw c'mon, you guys were way too rough with her!” Though she grins at the sight of you on the floor. She holds out her hand to help you up, but you’d rather fall again than accept her help.

Nakata notices your refusal and forces her hand in yours. She yanks you up and leans to your ear. “You’re seriously pathetic,” she whispered. With a smile, she dusts off your clothes before turning back to the boys.

Their eyes were all over Nakata's boobs. With the dress she was wearing, the little bumps that were coming in were poking out. Your not sure if Nakata knows the boys were staring, or maybe she liked the attention

“Thank you so much for getting my rock!” She said, her voice all high-pitch.”Now, who wants to help me with my chores? My delicate fingers might get hurt if I do it all by myself.” You decide that she just likes the attention.

:”I’ll help!” Mase shouts and Kono follows suit.

“Come on then. If we finish fast we’ll have a higher chance of going to the festival.” As she walks away the two boys trail behind her like dogs on a leash. You're left standing there. A bruise starting to form on your arm.

Before you could run off, your name is called from down the hall “Y/n? Y/n why are you just standing there-?” Mrs. Kamiko comes up behind you. Her hand on your shoulder to force you to turn around. She sighs immediately at how battered you looked, she asks. “Were you rough-housing with the boys again?”

“It’s not my fault!” You defend, “they’re the ones always pushing and shoving.” You reach into your pocket and grin, “but it’s all worth it for this beauty.”

Mrs. Kamiko takes the rock from your hand quickly. “Did you steal this from Nakata?”She asked in a hushed whisper, “Y/n you already know what Mrs. Yamazaki said!”

“I know, I know. “ You roll your eyes, and try to grab your treasure back, but Mrs. Kamiko keeps it out of reach. “Come on, I already took the beating for it!”

“It’s not yours!” She shoves the jewel into her pocket, “I’m taking it back to Nakata. I am very disappointed in you.” Mrs. Kamiko walks out the same way she came in, leaving you alone once again, this time treasure less.

With a rough huff you followed behind her, but made a right turn instead. Down this hallway was the Dean’s office, as well as many storage closets. But at the end of the hall was a sprial staircase that led to the bell tower. It was your hideaway. 

It gave a view of the whole courtyard, as well as the highway nearby. Many of the younger kids were playing in the courtyard. It was common to find you sitting on the ledge of the tower, so many of them waved when they noticed you. With a friendly smile you waved back. You weren’t very liked within your age group, but the younger kids were always happy to have you around.

“There you are!” With all the attention being drawn to the bell tower, your best friend comes out into the open. She crosses her arms and shakes her head at you. “Stay right there, I’m coming up!”

Sakuma Takara, probably one of the only people in here that actually liked you. She was able to withstand your mischievous behavior. You let out a humorous huff, and watch Sakuma uses her quirk to climb up the tower.

She was born with the quirk of a spider, it allowed her to stick to things and shoot out webs. You’d never forget when her quirk first manifested, she accidentally stuck herself to you. She was well known around the orphanage, her reputation was way better than yours. Mainly because she as well as the other kids had a quirk. You did not.

“Stealing from Nataka again?” Sakuma climbed up to the top quite fast, she had been getting better at using her quirk lately. ��I told you it wasn’t a good idea. I know she deserves it, but she’s got everyone in here wrapped around her finger. You're powerless.”

You pull the rock out from your pocket and toss it to her, “not so powerless I guess.”

Sakuma's eyes widened. “You actually got it?” She said.

“You can have it. It’s not pretty to me anymore.” You lean onto one of the pillars. You were lying. The rock was still as gorgeous as when you first seen it, but Mrs. Kamiko’s words would echo in your mind every time you looked at it. ‘I’m disappointed in you’

“Really? But you went through all that trouble!” Sakuma protests. “I’m sure the boys really gave it to you this time,” she said, staring at the marks on your cheeks. 

You turn to the side so she can’t see them anymore. “It’s fine, really. Besides, I’ve got my eyes on something else now.” Sakuma's face drops, and she slaps a hand to her face. 

There was a beautiful jewelry case in the Dean’s office, it was made out of see through crystals, and they were gorgeous. It was lined with silver to complement the pink and blue glow that reflected on it. And it was just sitting in her office, collecting dust.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come up here!” Your friend groans out, “just when I thought you were sulking! You were just planning your next attack.”

“You should know by now I never sulk,” you say with a champion’s smile. “And that box is just too good to resist. We’ll meet here during lunch tomorrow, just lower me into her office. We’ll be in and out before anyone notices were gone.”

“I know I say this every time, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” Sakuma was always the responsible one between you too. She’d always express her concerns about something, even when she knew you’d never listen. “Seriously, I have a bad feeling about this.”

You grab your friends hands, “it’ll be fine, and most importantly, it’ll be fun.” The moment is interrupted by the calls of the caregivers down at the courtyard, it was dinner time. “Meet you down for dinner. Gotta wash up or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You share goodbyes with your friend, and you head down the stairs. The Dean, Mrs. Yamazaki, was always a sickler for making sure everyone in the orphanage looked good. She had a reputation to withhold. People from all around the county would come adopt kids from her children’s home. 

There was a bathroom left of the hallway, and you washed all all the dirt from your hands and face. Some parts of your body were red but you were clean enough to stay off Mrs. Yamazaki’s radar. 

“So, you gonna show me?”

You toss your paper towel into the trash can, and look down to the air vent in the bathroom. The voices were coming from the storage room next door. You dismiss the conversation since it was probably some boys showing off some cool things they found in the courtyard.

“I’m not so sure.”

You freeze at the sound of a female voice, sounded like Nakata. You crouch down to look inside the vent, getting a clear view of the room. Kono and Nakata were standing very close to each other. Kono grabs Nakata's hands, “I love you Nakata, and if you loved me too you’d show me.”

“Okay, I will.” The girl sighs, before she pulls away from Kono and starts to lift her shirt. 

Disgusting. You repeat in your head. But, that was their business not yours, so you’d stay out of it.

©LuvloveUni

#izuku mydoria #izuku x reader #izuku x you #midoriya izuku #anime #izuku midoriya x reader #mha #bnha deku #deku #deku x reader

[detroit-grand-prix]

tag game: what are seven cool/random facts about you?

Was tagged by @gordiemeow!

I was in marching band for eight years, including doing it competitively one summer in DCI (which I hated). That means doing it in high school AND college. It was one thing I always treated with so much seriousness but looking back it just feels like it was kind of ridiculous? I don't regret it but it's like, "why did I take this so seriously and invest so much time into it?" Like, I was even the equipment manager! I did really enjoy our uniforms in my college band, though. Our "mascot" was the Britons (because the college was founded as a Methodist seminary by British settlers), so our uniforms were modeled after the Buckingham Palace foot guards (that's me on the left). They were surprisingly comfortable, too.

2. I taught myself how to crochet, in high school. I had a friend that did it and I wanted to learn. Nobody in my family is crafty or handy. My mom doesn't even like sewing buttons on things. My grandmother used to knit but pretty much only knew how to do washcloths, and only did it for a brief period when I was a kid.

3. Despite growing up in Michigan and being the definition of a Midwestern Hayseed, I was born in California. My parents were both in the Navy, so I was born in the San Diego Naval Hospital. They got divorced when I was two, and after things settled out in court with custody and whatnot, my mom and I moved to Michigan when I was five. I grew up where she was originally from.

4. I was in a sorority in college. (That's me with my roommate + bestie to this day). It wasn't really like the movies, probably because we didn't live in a sorority house at my school, but I enjoyed it, for the most part.

5. I grew up as an only child, but got five stepsiblings when my mom remarried, and a new half-brother when my dad remarried. I saw my brother once when I was like... 8 or 10 years old and then not again until I was almost in my 30's. We're pretty close now after not growing up together, which is nice. We talk about hockey a lot. (As far as my stepsiblings, they're all the worst people on planet earth.)

6. I briefly came out as gay during my junior year of high school, but by the time I got to college, I had convinced myself that it was just a phase and that I was straight afterall. I married the first man I dated seriously, we married after ten years of dating and then got divorced after six years of marriage when I realized it wasn't a phase after all. (There was a five-year period where I thought I was bisexual as well). I always feel like I owe the me from junior year an apology, or something. But it was 2005 and sexuality wasn't really something one discussed. When I first realized I was a lesbian, I cried for days about it because I thought that meant my life was over. I didn't know ANY lesbian women so that was like, it for me.

7. I played soccer... football, whatever, all through childhood. Basically from when I was six until I graduated from high school. I was being considered for my college's team. They wanted me, but DIII schools couldn't (at least back then, I'm not sure if it's different now) give athletic scholarships, and I didn't want to spend that much time doing one singular thing in school. I was a keeper though, and I loved it.

I'm picking the number five - five facts about yourself! I tag @totowlff, @russell-63, @russilton, @fuckyeahhangman, @prienova, @firstliner, @formula-niall, and @grussell63

#ask games #these pictures were taken when some of you were literal infants and that is absolutely buck wild to me

[lilgynt]

i think it’s fun looking at my old stuff or like any of my childhood or teen years and being like. hm. hm. should have clocked the autism sooner

#personal #some of it i’m like ah. embarrassing. #others i’m like aw. im fond of younger me #most of it is like. again why did no one seriously consider until my sexually harassing manager 😭😭😭 #seriously consider autsim #no but this was triggered by seeing a dvd for an old special intrest and i distinctly remember #my brothers girlfriend calling DIBS and buying the movie like #a month or two before my bday #and my family was soooo mad bc everyone was like that was my fucking plan #my eldest brother is so cute he bought me this likec #canvas print of one of the scenes in the movie and it’s still hanging in my room #i kinda hate the movie now bc of reasons but like the memories of the dvd and print i’m like #i’m a little embarrassed but mainly just feel loved #but very funny every holiday or birthday everyone has to text my brother like hey what’s the thing graham’s obsessed with this year or is #is it still the last thing

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Nephophilia pt. 2

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3

Aizawa x POC! Reader

Synopsis: You're a 20 year old sophomore university student from NYU. All your life you've wanted to be a hero , but a law in the US has banned the use of mind control quirks in the hero field and labeled them as too dangerous and "violate the concept of free will". To pursue your dreams as a hero you move to Japan and enroll in an international mentor ship program to get your overseas hero license. On your first day you meet your mentor, Shota Aizawa: he's aloof, rude, and irrational, but what starts of as a clash between two polar opposite personalities turns into a romantic relationship that you didn't expect.

Quirk: Servant Hero name (Maestro) Y/N has a second voice with a hallucinogenic rhythm, when ever you speak to someone while using your quirk they instantly fall under your control for 15 minutes or until you say "stop". The only problem is you can only give them one word commands (Example: retreat, sit, freeze, jump, cry etc.) On ONE occasion you can give a person a multiple word command. If you tell them "obey" they will follow anything you say for the full 15 minutes or until you say "stop". But you avoid saying "obey" whenever you can because it can become too dangerous if the directions are not specific enough.

Warnings: Smut, bullying, strong language, attempts at sexual coercion and other forms of manipulation, racism, descriptions of violence and blood

A/N:Long chapter. Sorry!

Why did you cry? You weren't supposed to cry. FUCK why are you still crying?

You cocooned yourself in the puffy sage colored duvet cover and buried your screams into your pillow. The events of today replayed over and over again in your head like a broken record: the way you couldn't perform well without the help of someone stronger, the way Aizawa made you feel inadequate all day long, how you ran away from it all in tears like a kid throwing a tantrum. It was un-hero like, but not only that it was utterly pathetic and you knew it. In the end you didn't bother to wait for your Natsuo, a person could only spend so many hours in a high school bathroom before they start to realize how disgusting it is. Instead you abandoned your book bag and belongings in Aizawa's class and left on foot towards your shared apartment. A normal human being would have considered the chances of being kidnapped or assaulted on the streets, but your mind was too full of mush and a post-sob headache for it to even register.

The door opened and you heard the familiar and firm footsteps of your boyfriend, your Shiba Inu barked with excitement as she greeted him at the front door.

Natsuo: "Y/N? Are you home? I brought noodles from that Thai place you love—

His words and body stopped at the sight of you emerging from the bedroom with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. You wore one of his oversized sweaters— something you only wore when you needed extra comfort, so he knew something was seriously wrong.

Y/N: "N-Nat, can you hug me please?" You nearly begged

He nodded and rushed to your side, fear washing over him as he felt your petite frame shake and crumble in his arms. Natsuo hadn't been around long enough to see the worst of your mental breakdowns, the ones where you neglected to take care of yourself or convinced yourself you weren't good for anything. So when you let out one of the most heartbreaking sobs he had ever heard he felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom leaving the now ice cold food on the countertop. Using one of the clean washcloths that you guys kept under the bathroom sink, he dampened it and wiped your eyes, kissing them after each stroke.

Natsuo: "What happened? I thought today was a good day for you?"

Y/N: "No it was awful. Nat, I'm never going to be a hero! Aizawa hates me and he treats me like I'm an idiot. God, he embarrassed me in front of everyone today I wanted to slam my head in the fucking pavement!" You buried your head in the crook of his neck and continued your cries while clenching the fabric of his cotton sweater, "It was so stupid of me to think I belonged here!"

Natsuo grabbed both sides of your face and lifted your head so your eyes met his

Natsuo: "Don't. Don't do that to yourself. I won't watch you stand here and tear down everything you've worked so hard for. You deserve to be here just as much as any other hero. You belong here...with me." He pulled you in and met your lips with a deep and passionate kiss and pulled back meeting your eyes once more, "I love you Y/N..."

Y/N: "You...you love me?"

Natsuo: "Of course I do, ever since I saw you at Hosu University and you told my dad to go fuck himself", the memory made you both chuckle, his soft hands caressed the back of your neck as his lips made their way from your mouth to your neck. Your eyes began to roll back with pleasure, you swear you saw the back of your skull.

Y/N: "I...I love you too Nat. I love you so much." He removed the baggy sweater and pleated skirt with such speed and dexterity, exposing your breasts and black underwear. You whimper as the sudden cold air hits your naked chest.

Natsuo: "Fuck. I love that sound"

His swollen cock pulsed against your bare thigh through his denim jeans. You begin to slowly grind your sex against him, aching for some type of friction to satisfy your need.

Natsuo: "You want me that bad baby? You can barely keep yourself together"

He slips his hands down into your panties, parting your folds to make room for his index and middle finger. In one swift motion he plunges both inside. They curled immediately, hitting your sweet spot a little to harshly for your favor, but still managed to send some pleasure to your bundle of nerves

Y/N: "AaaAgh! Fuck!...yes Nat... I need you in me, please!" You screamed desperately, secretly wanting to get his overly rough fingers out of you without hurting his feelings

He lets out a low needy groan, the stiffness in his pants now becoming unbearable. Your moans and whimpers alone made him want to cum in his pants right then and there, but he wanted to see you come undone first. He wanted to feel your body spasm with pleasure in front of him.

Natsuo: "Use your words baby...tell me what you need... if you want my cock...then I wanna hear you BEG for it."

Your stomach coils tightly, you feel your release approaching as he wraps his hand around your neck. His angelic gray lust filled eyes pour back into yours like a feral animal.

Y/N: "Please Natsuo! I want your cock so bad!...I NEED YOU!" You scream as your quivers with overstimulation and muscles tightening around Natsuo's thick fingers. His fingers retreat from your pussy and find their way into his mouth, his tongue working to sop up all of your juices.

Natsuo: "I'll never get tired of the way you taste...Fuck...Oh fuck Y/N, I can't take it I wanna feel you!"

He grabs your small waist and flips you around to face the bathroom mirror. His right arm pushes you down against the counter as you feel your thin panties being ripped apart like writing paper. You can hear his belt unbuckle and his pants hit the floor, freeing his throbbing member. You scream as he slams into you and begins to thrust at an ungodly pace.

Y/N: "OH GOD, NAT! FUCK!" You yell as your cunt flutters around him with a mix of pain and pleasure

Natsuo: "FUCK! Good girl...you're so pretty...Aaagh...and so fucking tight!" You're head drops as your body squirms. Natsuo wasn't having it, he takes a fist full of your long H/C hair and pulls your head back, making you look at both of you in the mirror. Your face is flushed red and both your bodies drenched in sweat.

Natsuo: "You watch me... watch me fill you up." He whispered in your ear before quickening his pace. The tip of his cock hitting your g spot over and over again, you could feel the knot in your stomach building up again.

Y/N: "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes! Please Natsuo!"

Natsuo: "Take it, take it like a good fucking girl!...Fuck! You belong here..." The manner of his voice deepened to a more serious tone, "You belong with me don’t you ever fucking think of leaving me, I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me, I'll smash their head in the pavement." His sudden aggressive and possessive tone started to scare you, it wasn't clear whether he meant it or said those things just to help himself cum but it started to turn you off and you felt your orgasm fizzle away, "...FUCK! SAY IT! TELL ME WHO YOU BELONG TO!"

Y/N: "Y-You Nat!" You muttered with hesitation. You're response didn't please him and earned you a hard slap on your ass, making you scream out

Natsuo: "LOUDER!" He demands

Y/N: "I BELONG TO YOU NATSUO! MY BODY, MY PUSSY, EVERYTHING! IM YOURS!" You feel his thrusts become sloppy and his heavy pants turn into low whimpers signifying he's close. He moans out your name as his cock twitches against your walls. You clenched your muscles tightly around his shaft making his hips jerk in desperation.

Natsuo: "FUCK! Y/N! I'm gonna cum!...I'm gonna...I Oh! Fuck Aaaagh!" The warmth of his hot cum floods your lower half as he releases deep inside you. A string of curse words and praises leaves his lips, your hips rolling against him making him shiver with overstimulation. The bathroom is filled with your heavy breathing as you both come down from your highs.

Natsuo: "You're so perfect Y/N." He whispers. He pulls himself out of you, watching the cum slip out of you and drip down your legs.

Natsuo: "Did you cum princess?"

Y/N: "...Of course I did." you lied, bringing him into a soft kiss. Of course you wouldn't tell him you didn't cum, that would crush him, truth is you never really did but you kept that to yourself.

You both made your way into your shower, Natsuo grabs a washcloth and starts to slowly wash your body and then his own. He got out the shower before you so you spent the rest of the time enjoying the warm water

...and helping yourself finish...

Natsuo: "Ready to go babe?" He smiled at you holding the car keys in his hand. You two were on your way to the store to pick up some snacks for movie night. You threw on your oversized NYU sweater with a pair of shorts and switched your blue crocs into sports mode.

Y/N: "Yeah lemme feed Coraline first and then I'll be right out!" You smiled before pouring a nice helping of kibble for your pup.

After your shower Natsuo could still sense how down you were, he thought the events of today probably still had an effect on you but deep down that wasn't it. Yes, today made you angry but right now you just wish Natsuo had actually talked to you. You never blamed him for not knowing how to handle tense situations since you already knew his past and everything he went through with his father and siblings. All those years of neglect made him unable to handle his own problems so how on earth was he supposed to fix yours? You accepted that fact from the very beginning and you were more than okay with waiting patiently for him to open up. But was it too much to ask that you two just sit down and talk about your issues every once and a while instead of fucking the stress out of each other?

Still it was nice of him to suggest a movie night to cheer you up, you two always loved watching terrible movies and making fun of them the whole way through. Tonight you guys were watching a new one that Fuyumi recommended and you were so excited to completely wail on it. You both arrived at the grocery store and started filling your grocery basket full of candy and sodas and any other groceries you were in need of.

Natsuo: "Stay here I'm gonna go to aisle 6 and get some buttered popcorn."

Y/N: "Ew no! Get caramel corn instead!"

He laughed and made his way to the other aisle while you stayed behind to find your favorite plant based milk.

Y/N: "Almond breeze. Silk. Rice Dream. Cashew milk? Who in fucks name would drink cashew milk?" You thought aloud to yourself before grabbing your favorite unsweetened Soy milk. You turned around to make your way back to Natsuo until a weight pushed against your shoulder, knocking the milk and candy out of your hands. An arm snaked around your waist preventing you from falling to the ground along with your other groceries. You scrambled to the floor to pick up the milk that was spilling everywhere.

Y/N: "Shit! I'm sorry sir! I wasn't watching where I was going—

"L/N?"

You looked up to see a tall familiar figure with all too memorable ink black eyes

Y/N: "Aizawa?" You said, your breath catching in your throat making his name come out shaky

At first he wasn't recognizable, he was without his scarf and his usual messy black hair was pulled back in a bun exposing his full face. He had obviously just come back from some type of workout seeing as though he was wearing workout pants and a tank top and his cart was filled with protein shakes. You gulped slightly as you took in the view of his muscular arms, with all the baggy black clothes he wears you never expected him to be so toned...dare you say, handsome? But that still didn't hide the fact that he was unbearable.

Aizawa: "Here let me help you..." he bent down beside you and helped you pick up all your belongings, "That's a lot of candy, movie night tonight?" He chuckled awkwardly

Y/N: "Yeah..." you deadpanned, not bothering to make eye contact with him even though you could feel his eyes on you

Aizawa: "You um…you left all your stuff at the class today. I could bring it by your house tonight if you want—

Y/N: "It's okay, I can get everything at school tomorrow morning. I have to go now someone's waiting for me, thank you." You got to your feet trying to flee the situation as quickly as possible but you were halted as Aizawa grabs your wrist.

Aizawa: "Wait L/N I...I want to apologize for my behavior today and for every day since we met. I humiliated you, I know you may not believe it right now but i was only trying to teach you how to be independent with your quirk but I went about it the wrong way. It was unprofessional, I know that now and I'm sorry."

At first you were stunned by the apology, it was the last thing you were expecting for Shota Aizawa. The man who expelled children for no reason and wouldn't hesitate to ridicule you for grading with a purple pen instead of a red one.

Y/N: "It's fine Aizawa I really don't care anymore." You snatch your arm away but he steps in front of you

Aizawa: "It's not fine with me, I'm not fine with making someone that I'm supposed to be mentoring cry...I feel that you've lost respect for me as a teacher and as a person and that's not how it should be...I hate it that you hate me now." He mumbled out the last part. For a second it almost looked like he was sad but you couldn't tell, he was so hard to read.

Y/N: "I...I don't hate you Aizawa." You muttered, a little louder than you meant to. His eyes widened slightly as they stared back into yours. Your heartbeat quicken, it made you feel guilty for some reason, as if the way his look made you feel was an act of adultery.

Aizawa: "L/N—

Natsuo: "Is everything okay Y/N?"

Natsuo stepped in "accidentally" ramming the basket into Aizawas ankle making him cuss under his breath in pain

Natsuo: "Oh shit my bad dude, these things are hard to steer!" He laughed, "Ready to go home princess?"

Aizawa cringed internally hearing that name leave Natsuo's mouth

Y/N: "Y-yeah, I got everything I needed babe! I'll see you tomorrow at school Mr. Aizawa thank you for the apology..."

You reached your hand out to interlock with Natsuo's as you both turned away to the store checkout, Natsuo looking back at him with a mean glare. Aizawa watched in annoyance as Natsuo wrapped his arm around your waist, then moving his hand down to grope you're ass. It was so obvious he did it on purpose just to make some type of point to Aizawa. His heart ached with a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time, seeing Natsuo handle you like that made him angry to his core. Sure he was just a kid but he wanted to punt kick the shit out of him.

“Who was that baby?”

Aizawas left side dipped in extra weight as his fiancée placed a large pack of ground beef into the basket. A wave of involuntary annoyance hit him at the sound of her high pitched voice, it made him realize how much he appreciated low, courtly voices like yours.

Aizawa: “No one Emi, just my apprentice. I got everything on the list, let’s go before the milk spoils…”

Today was Friday, meaning it had been 4 days since the night Aizawa apologized to you in the grocery store. For the most part everything was back to normal except for the fact that you didn't engage like you used to. Aizawa would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed how you'd ramble on about your life, it was similar to Hizashi. Whether it was plans for the weekend, why you preferred sacramento green over olive green, or articles you found interesting— he'd listen to it all, even if he didn't respond to you he'd still pay attention to every word that left your mouth. You were so animated and colorful, it reminded him of someone he once knew.

But now it was dead silent. Unless it was him giving you instructions or advice, you two barely looked at each other for most of the day. If he wanted to hear you talk he'd have to initiate the conversation and even when he did manage to get a word out of you it was short , bland statements...just like the ones he would give you.

Soon enough noon passed by and the two of you were sitting in the teachers lounge along with Present Mic, enjoying what little time left you had left in your lunch break before you all returned to the classrooms. Aizawa listened intently while Mic teased you about your quirk, saying there's no way he'd fall under you spell cuz he's just "built different". It made Aizawa smile behind his coffee mug, he was finally getting to hear your voice today...

Present Mic: "COME OOOOOOOON! Try it out on me I bet I could resist!"

Y/N: "Nooo! Cuz then you'll say or do something you don't want to and you'll be mad at me."

Present Mic: "OOOOOH I GET IT, LADY Y/N IS A CHICKEN, YOURE AFRAID THAT MY TITANIUM VAULT OF A MIND IS STRONGER THAN YOUR QUIRK!" He proceeded to bust out in laughter. You clicked your jaw, something you always did when you were getting frustrated

Y/N: "Dont ask for something you'll regret Mr. Yamada." You eyed him attempting to match his playful intensity

Hizashi: "OoooOOooH! Ya got me shakin in my boots Y/N, I might just—

Y/N: "c o n f e s s"

Hizashis eyes turn all black and out from his mouth comes a plethora of hidden secrets

Present Mic: "I know all the songs to Frozen by heart, I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was 21, I'm afraid of the dark, I got a handjob from Best Jeanist at a New Years party—

Aizawa: "Jesus christ make him stop!"

Y/N: "s t o p! OH MY GOD THATS ENOUGH PLEASE STOP BEFORE I THROW UP!"

Present Mic: "NOT COOL YO!" He shouted as his eyes faded back to normal, his cheeks burning bright red as you and Aizawa hunched over in uncontrollable laughter, "I DIDNT MEAN ANY OF THAT YOU GUYS, HONESTLY!"

Aizawa: "Wow, I didn't know you had a thing for blondes Hiz" he smirked as you continued to die in laughter

Present Mic: "IT WAS A ONE TIME THING. HE AND I HAD TOO MUCH TEQUILA! LADY Y/N HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I THOUGHT WE WERE HOMIES HOMIE!"

Y/N: "You asked me to do it! This is on you Mr. Yamada! But Best Jeanist? That's not bad, he's no 10 but I'd still put a ring on it."

Aizawa: "Unless Hizashi beats you to it." he chuckled behind his coffee cup

Present Mic: "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

For the next five minutes you and Aizawa continued playfully teasing Mic while his face burned red with embarrassment. He wouldn't show it, but your smooth and slightly squeaky laugh made him a little happier inside. Seeing you so comfortable around him again and talking to him brought a smile to his scruffy tired face. That was until your conversations were interrupted by an incoming phone call from Natsuo. Why did seeing that contact name make his skin twist so much? "Snowball"? What a stupid fucking nickname. "I wonder what she'd save my contact under if we ever exchanged numbers?" he thought to him self, shaking his head shortly after, wondering why he was having such childish thoughts.

Y/N: "I'll be right back I have to take this." You said as you stood up, smoothing the sides of your maroon skirt and walking out the door. Aizawa didn't notice his intense gaze on you until it was too late.

Present Mic: "She's a sweetie isn't she Sho?" Mic whispers softly, glaring at his friend

Aizawa: "Yes she's very kind. Hard working and diligent as well..."

Present Mic: "You know that's not what I meant...I saw you eyeing her...She's pretty cute Sho-bro I can understand why you picked her as your apprentice—

Aizawa: "For your information, we were assigned at random for the international program, I didn't pick her" he snaps, "and besides...she has a partner and so do I so let's keep it professional Hizashi."

Present Mic: "Yeaaaah but how long is that thing with Emi REALLY gonna last??? You two have been engaged for over 5 months and you can barely stand being around her, you're always crashing at my place and drinking all my Hi-C's. When's the last time you two even fu—

Aizawa: "That's it I'm leaving" he stood up, taking his coffee cup along with him

Present Mic: "What?! But there's still 10 minutes left of lunch Sho!"

Aizawa made his way out the faculty room, his mind asking a million different questions at once. Why did Hizashi talking about all those things make him so uneasy? Was his instability in his relationship that obvious? It's true, he and Emi hadn't had sex in nearly 3 months and they barely saw one another and honestly she pushed for the relationship far more than he did, but he was content right? He wanted to be her husband…right? His head felt like it was spinning, so much so he didn't notice you sitting on the hallway stairs as he passed. You spoke on the phone with your arms shook slightly in an all too familiar way...were you crying?

Y/N: "B-but you promised you'd go with me Nat—

Natsuo: "I know I know I promised, but I already told the guys I'd go to Tokyo with them this weekend. Don't you want me to have fun with my friends from time to time?"

You sniffled and wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your grey cardigan. Somehow the whole conversation managed to flip and put all the guilt onto you.

Y/N: "Yeah…yeah I guess so..."

Natsuo: "Okay good, I'll see you Sunday!"

Y/N: "Okay, I love y—

The dial tone clicked before you had a chance to say another word, not that you wanted to though. These were the times where you wished you were bold enough to make new friends like Nat was, but he was all you had. It looked like it was going to be another outing you spent alone.

Aizawa: "Everything alright?" His sudden deep voice made you jump in suprise. If it were any other time, you would have been angry that he intruded on your conversation but his eyes looked like they had genuine concern.

Y/N: "Everything's fine, I was supposed to go to the Osaka Aquarium with someone, but I guess they had more important things to do..." you pulled your knees into your chest as Aizawa took a seat next to you. You tried your best to turn your head away in effort to hide your tears but you failed miserably. Aizawa could clearly see your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes while you mentally cursed at yourself for crying at everything so easily.

Aizawa: "I've been to the Osaka Aquarium..." he mumbled, barely allowing you to hear

Y/N: "Hm?"

Aizawa: "I said I've been to the Osaka Aquarium, Hizashi and I go there every month with his niece. We can take you today if you'd like. Of course if you're uncomfortable going with us I'd underst—

Y/N: "I'll go." you're quick response took Aizawa by surprise, for some reason, the way you're eyes lit up in happiness made his heart warm, it's was as if you'd forgotten about how much you couldn't stand him.

Aizawa: "Okay then, meet back here outside the front of the school at 5:00."

The two of you stood up once the school bell notified you that it was time to get back to class. As usual you walked ahead of him since you were naturally a very fast walker, which he was thankful for. That way you wouldn't have to see the small smile that spread across his face. Aizawa quickly pulled out his cellphone...

Aquarium today. Meet back at the school at 4:45.

Hizashi

FUCK YEAHHHH! LETS GO SEE SOME STING RAYS MOTHER FUCKAH!!! 🐙🐠🐟😤😤😈

It was about 4:30 when you started to get ready, your apartment was only 10 minutes from the school so you didn't need that much time to get ready. You picked out an outfit consisting of a plain gray lounging hoodie and denim jeans to match with a pair of mushroom earrings your little sister made for you for Christmas. After throwing on some lipgloss and light perfume, you checked how much time you had left before 5:00

Y/N: "Shit it's already 4:47 I better start walking!" You said to yourself and hurried out the door.

The whole walk there your heart pounded with excitement... then fear. You were starting to realize everything now, that you had actually said yes to going somewhere other than school with Aizawa. It's as if you lost your mind for a second and completely forgot the guy has been nothing but brash to you.

You made your way to the front of the school and waited...and waited...and waited. Your clock now showed 5:22 and you were convinced that they forgot about you until a loud voice from behind made your entire body shake.

Present Mic: "LADY Y/N!!! WELL DONT YOU LOOK DAPPER!"

Getting out of his deep blue mustang was Present Mic with Aizawa coming out of the passenger seat. Both had their hair tied back in a bun, Aizawa dressed in a dark grey button up and black jeans while Yamada had on denim jeans with a white 'I ❤️ USA shirt' and a cowboy hat. It made you giggle to yourself he looked so adorable.

Y/N: "You don't look too bad yourself, I'm really digging the ensemble!"

Present Mic: "I KNEW YOUD LIKE IT! I wanted to pay a tribute to your American heritage!"

Aizawa: "Which is also the reason we're late since he went to 7 different stores looking for this shirt, so let's get going before the sun goes down." he said, his usual grumpy mood seemed to creep back around

The aquariam closed at 8 and it was an hour drive to Osaka so the 3 of you got on the rode as soon as possible. You were fully prepared for the entire drive to be filled with awkward silence but surprisingly you and Mic had a lot in common. You both fangirled over the new episode of Sk8 the Infinity and cracked jokes left and right. You swear you even saw Aizawa crack a smile.

When you pulled up in the parking lot Mic hurried around to open the door for you. He even offered his arm for you to link on to— to which you gladly accepted. Shota kept quiet as usual, not that you were complaining. To say you weren't having fun would be a lie because you were having a blast. More fun then you've had with Natsuo since you moved to Japan. Every exhibit was so mesmerising and even Aizawa chimed in every now and then to make jokes, he had a beautiful smile that definitely needs to be shown off more. You couldn’t help but imagine what it’s like waking up to a smile like that every day. He had a delicate side that was finally starting to creep out, at one point you even convinced him to feed the sharks with you and Mic. Time felt like it was moving so fast because the next thing you knew it was already 30 minutes to closing.

Present Mic: "So where to next Lady Y/N, it's your day so you choose the last exhibit!" he said tipping his cowboy hat towards you

Y/N: "Uuuum...can we see the jellyfish tank?

Present Mic: "HELL YES! I was hoping you'd say that! I'm gonna go use the bathroom and I'll meet you guys there!" He shouted, running around the corner to the bathroom

It was silent between you two as you watched the tank, but what else was new. So you took it upon yourself to make small talk

Y/N: "Hey Aizawa...did you know jellyfish aren't really fish. They're gelatinous zooplankton." You said while flashing a goofy smile

Aizawa turned to you and felt his body fill with unexplainable warmth watching you get so excited over something so small. It once again reminded him of someone he used to know, someone he lost…

Aizawa: "Kind of contradictory isn't it?...You really love this stuff don't you? The ocean..." you feel his full attention on you, he looks so relaxed and so caring. And it's doing something to your heartstrings

Y/N: "Eeh love is a strong word, it’s kinda just an interest but it is pretty cool. I just like how unexplainable it is...it looks simple on the outside but there's a lot more complex stuff underneath." you looked at his dark eyes for what seemed like an eternity

Aizawa: "Tell me more..." he muttered in a deep husky voice that made your spine shiver. You giggled and proceeded

Y/N: "You know some jellyfish can live forever, the Turritopsis dohrnii is one of the rare species of jellyfish that can revert to an earlier developmental stage. They're practically vampires", you turned again towards the tank, "If I get reincarnated I wanna be a Turritopsis that way I don't have to worry about leaving this world again."

Aizawa: "So...you'd willing live a life of watching the people around you die before you? You don't care about that, about ever seeing them again? Seems kinda painful to me." he snapped it caught you off guard at first but you brushed it off as just one of his little "mood swings"

Y/N: "Well yeah… I mean of course I would care, but people just die sometimes. It’s painful but that's life y’a know? it's not like I could control it."

"People just die?" he thought to himself, disgusted at how someone can be so unappreciative and dense.

Aizawa let's put a harsh scoff which makes you go straight into defensive mode. It's like you two were destined for this, no matter how good things can seem like they're going, you two always fight in the end

Aizawa: "So just fuck your mom and dad right? Fuck everyone you care about because they'll die eventually? Do you even appreciate the people you have in your life?"

Y/N: "Stop putting words in my mouth! Of course I fucking care about them I LOVE them but I'm not gonna torture myself when they're gone! People dont stay forever Mr. Aizawa it's a part of living!"

Aizawa: "That's the most naive shit I've ever heard, I should have expected a child like you to think so immaturely." he spat, "It's not torture to give a shit about something when you lose it that's called having a goddamn soul something you clearly don't have." He crossed his arms in annoyance

Y/N: "...What the FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! YOUR GETTING YOUR PANTIES TWISTED OVER JELLYFISH! FUCKING JELLYFISH DUDE!" you boiled over with anger, the nerve he had to attack you like this for no reason and over something so trivial. Who the fuck does he think he is?

The shouting soon caught the attention of the security guards, along with Mic who was just now exiting the bathroom.

Aizawa: "No! It's upsetting because YOU have no concept of the importance of life and death. And if that's the case then you shouldn't be a hero!..."

Present Mic: "You guys calm down we're all friends here let's act like it—

Y/N: "IM NOT HIS FRIEND, HE'S GIVEN ME SHIT SINCE DAY ONE, ALL HE'S DONE IS MAKE THIS HARDER AND HARDER FOR ME. I WISH I GOT MIDNIGHT TO BE MY MENTOR!" you screamed with tears rushing from your eyes

Present Mic: "Y/N stop it—

Aizawa: "And I wish you stayed in America, you’re doing nothing but wasting time and money being here because you'll never make it as a hero ..." he deadpanned, having no emotion or noticeable regret behind his eyes. His words felt like they stabbed you, of course you already had an idea that Aizawa doubted your abilities but hearing him, your teacher, say it out loud poured salt on the wound

Security: "You two need to leave RIGHT NOW. Ma'am do you need me to call you a ca—

Y/N: "s t o p" immediately they all came to a halt, standing still with dead black eyes

It was becoming too much. You ran out leaving them there, you sobbed and sobbed until you felt like you could throw up. Eventually you found yourself in a sketchy diner at the edge of Osaka scarfing down a mountain of pancakes. You took advantage of the fact that they didn't check IDs and ordered one Long Island iced tea after another until you were shamefully intoxicated.

You'll never make it as a hero

His words rang in your head until you finally passed out...

All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

A/N: Also for those who don’t know POC = person of color (Black, Asian, Pacific Islander, etc.) I will make ALL of my stories tailored to POC readers since I don’t see enough out there. Of course you are still free to interact and perceive my characters as white if that is what fits your race/OC characters race, but all story suggestions and requests will be written from the perspective of a person of color :)

#aizawa x poc!reader #aizawa smut #aizawa angst #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #shoto aizawa #my hero academia hawks #hawks fluff #mha #mha smut #dabi todoroki #bnha #mha headcanons #midoriya izuku #bakugo katuski

[emmyhem]

everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do. 

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good. 

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub. 

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing”  and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought). 

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake. 

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,” 

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded. 

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood. 

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down. 

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. 

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together. 

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips. 

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.  

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified. 

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated. 

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then. 

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated. 

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.” 

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously. 

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped. 

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.” 

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart. 

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm. 

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again. 

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.” 

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad. 

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine. 

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug. 

“And?” he spoke flatly. 

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him. 

“Fucking dick.” he hissed. 

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair. 

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. . 

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back. 

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist. 

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere. 

“Thank you, Cal.” 

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.” 

“M’used to it.” you mumbled. 

“You don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace. 

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee. 

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.” 

You let out a breath of exhaustion. 

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what. 

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you. 

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.” 

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him. 

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.” 

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.” 

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks. 

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table. 

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could. 

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. 

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.” 

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back. 

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond, 

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly. 

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours. 

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up. 

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke. 

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room. 

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself.  He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached. 

“Hungry?” he questioned. 

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both. 

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,” 

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper. 

But of course he did, it was Calum after all. 

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate. 

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out. 

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?” 

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you. 

“Then what’s got you all flustered?” 

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner. 

“I’m not flustered.” 

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you. 

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other  completely empty side of the couch. 

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?” 

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side. 

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.” 

 “I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast. 

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy. 

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale. 

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead. 

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear. 

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact. 

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee. 

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat. 

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing. 

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips. 

“What’re you thinking about, love?” 

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes. 

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you. 

Fuck it. 

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed. 

That you weren’t expecting. 

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed. 

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now. 

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed. 

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh. 

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?” 

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it. 

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.” 

He could’ve came then and there. 

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours. 

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Want it off?” he teased. 

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone. 

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?” 

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion. 

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you. 

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe. 

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly. 

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.” 

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend. 

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties. 

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy. 

“Cal, please.” you begged. 

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.” 

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited. 

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream. 

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction. 

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch. 

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly. 

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down. 

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full. 

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more. 

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you. 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones. 

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit. 

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease. 

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits. 

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants. 

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness. 

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face. 

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process. 

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe. 

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?” 

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you. 

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” 

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you. 

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you. 

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this. 

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him. 

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.” 

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in. 

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound. 

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him. 

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.  

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out. 

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again. 

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him. 

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high. 

  His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters. 

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin. 

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction. 

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself. 

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?” 

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes. 

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured. 

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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[angelsdevils]

Aomine x Chubby! Reader

Title: Squishy and Soft Fluff Warning: Slight sexual mentions but nothing extreme

You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, and you knew exactly who it was. It was your best friend, Aomine Daiki. You both had been close friends since before Momoi joined in, and met her through Daiki. You and Momoi were close friends, and did all the girl things together. Though Daiki always got slightly jealous because you spent most of your time with her instead of him. 

“(Y/N), since you completely ignored me last week skip class with me today.”

“I can’t…”

“Please, you have like perfect attendance, plus I want to sleep.”

“You don’t need me to sleep.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Dai-kun…” he had picked you up and carried you over his shoulder to the roof.

“O-Oi, put me down.”

“No…”

“Daiki set me down now…”

“No….”

“I am heavy put me down, this is embarrassing.” All you heard was him clicking his tongue and waited until you both were on the roof before he set you down.

“Heavy my ass.” 

“Oh shut up, you are annoying.”

“Says the one that always says the same thing when I pick her up.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you to sit down before he settled himself into your lap. 

“It’s the truth though, anyway you just want me to skip so you can sleep on me?”

“Yes, I like laying on your thighs.”

“I am not your pillow.”

“That is debatable.” 

“Daiki~I am… wait what are you doing!?” He had laid you down on your back and placed his head on your chest. 

“Using you as a pillow.” 

“Seriously!?”

“Yes, not even god himself lays on a pillow so soft.” He buried his face into your breasts and nuzzled them. Your face turned a bright red, and you tried to push him off.

“Dude, stop being a pervert.” 

“I can’t help it, I enjoy laying here,” you sighed softly before running your hands through his blue hair. He sighed softly, before he rubbed your sides gently. You closed your eyes deciding to fall asleep with him, you didn’t notice but Aomine was working up a scheme. He smirked slightly before turning his head and bit your boob, causing you yelp and smack him,

“What the hell Daiki.”

“Sorry, it was tempting.”

“Tempting my ass, you are suppose to go to sleep.” You growled but he lifted himself up and hovered over you. You blinked and blushed when he stared down at your face before his eyes trailed down your body. You began to feel a little self cautious of his eyes. He then met your eyes again, and leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You blushed as he slowly began to kiss you. He kept it slow and gentle to test the waters, but once you started to kiss back he began to get more rough. 

His hands trailed down to your waist and trailed up your skirt. You gasped as he gripped your thighs slightly, and squeezed them. He then broke the kiss, and began to kiss down your neck. You gasped and gripped his shirt slightly and he began to unbutton your school shirt.

“Wait, Aomine, stop…” 

“Why?”

“We are at school, we shouldn’t do this here. Plus on top of everything, doing this as friends can change everything.”

“So what… on both of those.”

“I-Idiot, stop.” He pulled away completely and stared at you as you sat up.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I don’t mind ruining the friendship.” Your mouth dropped open and you slapped him across his face, and Aomine froze. You had never slapped him and you huffed slightly.

“What do you mean you don’t mind ruining our friendship!?”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I meant if it means we can date, instead of being friends I don’t mind tossing the friendship away if we get into a relationship.” He said in defense, and it took you a few moments before you blushed.

“O-Oh, sorry.” 

“Geez, you never slapped me in the face so hard before.” He grumbled and you gently placed your hand on his now throbbing cheek.

“Sorry, I misunderstood.” 

“I will consider forgiving you, if you let me lay on you again and go out with me.” Aomine said and you blushed but nodded your hair.

“That is a fair request.” You said with a smile and laid down and he laid his head on your chest again. This time he had ever intention of falling asleep, and it helped that you started to stroke his hair.

“Mine…” He mumbled and you chuckled softly.

“Soft and squishy the way I like it, every part.”

“Watch it…” He cracked a smile, and you soon heard him snoring. 

#chubby reader #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine #aomine daiki x reader #aomine daiki x chubby reader #fluff #kuroko no basket #Kuroko's Basketball

[relaxxattack]

hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

-

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

-

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

-

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

[mayaflowerxs]

hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.

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for science | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok hears through the grapevine that you give one of the best blowjobs ever, and he needs to test it to be sure. 

— contents and warnings; blowjob (duh), dirty talk, praising and stupid pet names, cum eating, deepthroating (the oc has no gag reflex), Hoseok finds heaven, kind of crack? Idk don’t take this seriously, college!au, hoseok x reader (with a mention of past Jimin x reader), studying sessions being interrupted in the name of science 

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Requested by anon! 

Hoseok could be kind of clueless when it came to some science-related things (and his high school biology teacher could attest to that), but one thing he knew very well was the scientific method. All that hypothesis-testing-stuff, or whatever the hell that was (okay, maybe he didn’t know it that well) had taken him out of some trouble in the past. It helped him see some of his decisions in a more experimental light, avoiding the terrible Olympic-somersault-into-conclusions that had gotten so many of his friends into awkward situations. And it shouldn’t even be said that he took quite a bit of pride in that — it made him feel very intelligent and he would take any stroke to the ego that he could get. 

So, when Jimin got a bit too tipsy and started babbling on about how you gave him the best blowjob of his life, Hoseok was, at the very least, cautiously skeptical. 

“You’re such a drama queen.” Hoseok rolled his eyes before chugging down a bit more of his beer. He was nowhere near as intoxicated as Jimin was, and he wasn’t planning on changing that. It was a Wednesday night, for fuck’s sake. He had to leave some thrill to the end of the week. “It probably was like… alright. Good, even. But the best one ever? Please.” 

“It was so much more than alright, dude.” Jimin threw his head over the couch’s back, looking like he just got washed up on the shore. His hair was a mess of clear strands, exploding on his head like a failed science fair experiment. “It was the best suck of my liiiiife. I wish she didn’t hate me so I could have that again.” 

He scoffed. Hoseok had enough filter left in him to avoid telling Jimin that the reason why you hated him was entirely his fault — what did he expect from three weeks of ghosting? Besides, if the head was that good, he would surely stick around for just a bit longer than two months. “Sure. Like the time that you almost died riding a roller coaster.” 

“Hey. I almost did.” Jimin’s eyes opened, presenting his friend with a dazed-out, unfocused brand of frustration. He was getting tired of not being taken seriously — didn’t Hosoek know that alcohol makes you more honest? He wasn’t making things up. Not when they were as serious as the well-being of his dick, or actual death. “It was some Final Destination bullshit, I’m telling you. Pieces of metal flying and everything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved it off, leaning closer to Jimin so he could take the almost-empty can of beer from his clumsy hands, and placed it on the center table. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, man. You have a class at ten tomorrow.” 

“I’m serious, dude,” Jimin pressed on. It was past eleven and Hoseok only wanted to sleep, but the other boy was clearly clueless about the lack of mutual interest in that conversation. “Aren’t you two friends or something?”

“Kind of. It’s weird,” Hoseok answered. You two had lingered in a hazy friendship space for a long time now, and he didn’t know exactly how to explain your relationship. He didn’t really consider you two close by any means, but you weren’t strangers or casual friends either. To be honest, he hadn’t thought too much about it until that very moment. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?” 

Jimin sighed, fumbling against the sofa. Much to Hoseok’s delight, he was starting to get sleepy as well. “You could ask her to suck you off,” he mumbled, “then you can feel it for yourself.” 

He laughed at that, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind if you think that’s not gonna backfire.” 

He blinked heavily. “Hm? Why?” 

Hoseok blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We aren’t that close, and we haven’t done anything remotely sexual before this. It would be super creepy.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin spoke lazily, as if the words were starting to get hard to find. There was a pause so long after his sentence that Hoseok thought his roommate had fallen asleep. “I know you guys made out like at the beginning of the semester. Taehyung told me so.”

He was going to murder Taehyung. “It wasn’t like that. We were both drunk and it was super awkward afterwards.” Hoseok got up from the couch, leaving Jimin to groan and spread out his legs over the cushions. “Listen, I’m glad you two had fun, and I’m sorry you ruined it. But I’m not gonna ask ____ to suck me off just so I can know if you’re being dramatic or not.” 

Jimin smirked wickedly — or at least tried to, because his lack of facial control wasn’t doing him any favors. “Whatever you say,” he teased, “but I think you’re curious.” 

Truth was: Hoseok was beyond curious. The cogs in his head had started to move, and his brain was evoking lewd images of you so fast that he could barely follow. He would be pretending if he said that he never saw you under that light before, but, after the mess that was your makeout session, he had forced himself to jump into the friendzone before he managed to make things worse. 

Hoseok liked you very much, even if you two weren’t particularly close. He enjoyed spending time with you, he found you funny, smart, and way out of his league. But he wasn’t delusional enough to believe that you would actually say yes to sucking him off, especially so out of the blue. 

“I’m not curious,” Hoseok lied through his teeth, and he wanted to change the subject so much that his head was starting to hurt. “You’re gonna sleep here?” 

“Hm… yes… the couch is very comfortable.” Jimin closed his eyes and adjusted his body on the furniture. His baggy shirt was already halfway through his stomach and his pants had ran up to his waist, but the man didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, moving towards the door. He needed to get Jimin some blankets, because the other was surely not getting up for the rest of the night. It was bad enough to babysit him for those few hours of intoxication, but infinitely worse to make him chicken soup if he got sick. Been there, done that. “I’m sure the couch is great.”

Jimin’s voice was soft and sleepy when he spoke up again. Hoseok was already in the corridor, and he almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I’m not talking about the couch.” 

Hoseok went to Jimin’s bedroom and grabbed his pillow and the blanket from his undone bed. Meanwhile, scenarios ran wild inside his head, having you as the main star. He didn’t know what was taking over him, but he wasn’t so quick to ignore Jimin’s story. Hoseok was faced with a fantastic scenario of a perfect blowjob, and the idea that it was so close to him was making his pulse quicken. Again: it would be absurd to ask you to do that, regardless of the motive behind it, and he knew that it would be awful for your already-strange friendship. 

No, he could never do that. He would not. 

But like… what if it worked, and you magically accepted his request? And what if, by some wonderful moment, some millennial alignment of planets, Jimin wasn’t actually being hyperbolic and you actually had the ability to give incredible blowjobs? Could he really let it pass without giving it a shot? 

He could see it as a scientific experiment, Hoseok thought, as a way to prove a hypothesis. It couldn’t hurt if he just— 

Oh my god, dude, shut the fuck up and forget about this. 

Coming back to his senses, Hoseok strutted out of his roommate's bedroom and walked toward the living room. By the time he came back with the blanket and the pillow, Jimin was already deep asleep.

~ 

Against his best efforts, that conversation remained stuck to the back of his mind for the next two weeks. Hoseok would find himself going back and forth on the idea of you having some strange, Marvel-worthy superpower when it came to sucking dick and, worst of all, the idea that his skepticism was making him miss out on it. Jimin was exaggerated when it came to, well, pretty much everything, but that didn’t mean that he would be wrong about that specific subject. That would be a logical fallacy, and that was also something that Hoseok knew very well. Bless his late nights on Reddit for that. 

Yet as the days moved along, and his curiosity was slowly turning into desire, he was forced to revisit the infamous night between the two of you, the one that Jimin had so mercilessly mentioned. Thinking back on it, it wasn’t surprising that your overconsumption of alcohol, added to the way that you two had grown close (both physically and mentally) had ended up with Hoseok laying on top of you, kissing the soul out of you and fondling your breasts in the middle of a party. It wasn’t the most dignified moment of either of your lives, but, well, it happened. 

One way or another, the night didn’t move forward. Even if Hoseok already had a tent in his pants, you two were far too intoxicated to consent, and were quick to fall asleep before the situation could escalate. Bottom line: Hoseok woke up with your tit in his hand, a nightmarish hangover, and the decision that the You-Subject would have to stay on hold for some time. 

And on hold it stayed. For an entire semester. And it would’ve remained that way if Jimin’s stupid mouth hadn’t started talking. 

So after two weeks of self-inflicted psychological torture, Hoseok slipped a hangout invitation amidst your texts. If you saw any second intentions behind his “haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna hangout? ;)” you didn’t let it show. The problem was that you weren’t really in the mood to go out, especially since you had a big exam coming up, so Hoseok ended up convincing you that he would stay quiet if you let him go over to your place. 

It was a bit harder not to notice the desperation in his proposal that time, but you ended up agreeing. Your thought process was that the boy would eventually realize that his hangout attempt was ridiculous and that he would leave you to study by yourself, and the two of you would reschedule that odd friendship session to when you weren’t drowning in textbooks. 

The problem was that you had been stupid enough to believe that your friend would actually keep his mouth shut. 

Hoseok was seated on the edge of your bed for so long that he was sure that his asscheeks were permanently imprinted on your sheets. Because he hated himself, he kept eyeing the digital clock to your right, and he was certain that he had spent the last fifty two minutes and thirty three seconds staring at the back of your head and trying to come up with a casual way to ask for a blowjob. 

He had tried a few times already, and each one constituted of him being unable to finish his sentence, instead looking at you like BooBoo The Fool until you turned back around to face your disorganized desk, sighing and trying to concentrate on your work. 

All things considered, he couldn’t actually believe he had escalated Jimin’s sailor tale to that point. He was out of his mind, that was a fact, and he had absolutely no clue how you would react once he (if he) found the words to ask you to sacrifice your mouth for science. 

God, he was an idiot. 

He cleared his throat and got ready to try one more time. “So… I…” 

You sighed heavily and turned around on the chair. “Hobi, this is the fifth time you’re starting a sentence and not finishing it,” you said, annoyed. “Can you tell me what the problem is? I have a test in two days and you promised you wouldn’t interrupt me if you came over.” 

“I’m sorry,” he didn’t like feeling like a kid being scolded, even if he kind of deserved that. Hoseok guessed it would be better to just take off the band-aid before he made an even bigger fool out of himself. “Let me just, like, explain the context of this. Otherwise it’s going to be even more strange.” 

Dropping your pen, you fully swirled the chair around, crossing your hands over your legs. He wasn’t expecting your complete attention anytime soon, and the seriousness in your stare made his courage falter for a second. It was such a stupid idea, you’d just end up hating him like you did Jimin. “As long as you make it quick,” you told him.  

Hoseok hesitated, running one hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay, so… like, a few weeks ago I was talking to Jimin,” he started, watching your face for any signal of an expression — confusion, disgust, anything. But he found nothing. “We were drunk, and he started talking about the time that you two were together. Like, sexually.” 

You blinked, unfazed. “And?”

“And… he told me that you give, like, the best blowjobs in history,” the words left his mouth before he could fully digest them. This time, he got a reaction out of you — a light raise of your eyebrows. “And, no offense, but I didn’t believe him. You know how extra he is about some stuff. Most stuff.” 

There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to go on, but Hoseok was too busy swallowing his thoughts down and feeling like he would collapse at any given moment. You sighed. “So what? You wanted to tell me that you don’t believe in my blowjob abilities? That’s all? Can I go back to studying now?” 

“No, that’s…” Now, things were starting to get complicated. Just take off the band-aid, Hoseok, don’t chicken out now. “I wanted to know if you could show me. Like, if you could suck me off. So I could... confirm that hypothesis.”

Every part of his brain was suddently hyperaware of how fucking stupid he just sounded. He had expected that another thick silence would follow, but his heart almost leaped out of your chest when you started laughing at him — like, full-chest, eyes closing, head rolling back laughing. “Are you serious?” You asked, taking one hand to cover your mouth before, at last, bursting out again. He felt like his ego was being stabbed with a rusty nail. “I can’t believe you, Hoseok. Took you all this time just to ask me if I could suck you off? For science?”

His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and he had to clear his throat before he found the force to answer you. “Yeah, I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he struggled to say, each word morphing into the next. His stomach had frozen up and the flight or fight response was starting to kick in. Had he really been that much of an idiot? When did his cock start dictating his words? “I… I know this is like, super creepy. I’m sorry. We can forget this ever happened and I’ll never talk to you again. I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

Suddenly sad, he waited as you settled back on the chair, wiping a small tear from the corner of your eye before you stared at him. There was still a smirk crawling up your lips, and he felt like the world was collapsing all around him  as the silence expanded around the two of you. He looked at the digital clock: it had taken him precisely three minutes to ruin everything. 

He sighed, shoulders falling. “Do you hate me? Why are you so quiet?” 

You bit down on your lip, your eyes narrowing as you took his form in. Hoseok was hot: point blank. He was also nice, and respectful enough to realize that he might have overstepped a few lines with his request — and, even if you couldn’t really understand it, you also weren’t bothered by it. And you certainly didn’t hate him. In a way, you were almost flattered. You would’ve been more if the comment had come from anyone else but your Danny Phantom ex. But that was a different story. 

The entire situation was just too funny to let it go. And, besides, you really wouldn’t mind sucking Hoseok off. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about that before. 

“I’m... considering it,” you told him, watching as his face lit up in a mixture of confusion and joy. He looked like a kid seeing Santa for the first time. “If you promise to shut up and let me study, I’ll do it. And if you agree to never talk about it again.” 

Hoseok blinked profusely, his mind short circuiting. “For real?” 

“Yeah.” You raised from your chair, walking closer to your bed. Hoseok swallowed hard and leaned back, placing his hands on the mattress for support. “But do me a favor: if it’s not that good, don’t tell me. It’ll hurt me.” 

“Yeah, alright.” He swallowed dry, every neuron in his brain trying to grasp what the fuck had just happened. His mind was the Spongebob office being set on fire, and he suddenly didn’t know how to deal with the anticipation booming in his chest. “I’m... not hard yet, though.” 

“It’s okay.” You kneeled in front of him, placing your hands on his inner thighs and slightly pushing them apart. Hoseok quickly got the cue, and opened a bit more so you could comfortably place yourself between them. “Just... relax,” your voice was almost a whisper then, and he felt his soul trying to leave him. That was insane. “Let me take care of you.”  

Your words managed to make him relax a bit, then he tensed all the way back at the feeling of your hands fumbling with his button. His breath hitched as you pulled the zipper down, fingers hooking on the edge of his pants before tugging them down his thighs. 

He felt exposed as his pants fell like a puddle around his ankles, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as you leaned in. Hosoek felt like he was dreaming when you started nibbling at his skin, kissing and licking his inner thighs as you slowly made your way closer to his aching member. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he barely got out before sighing, the tingles of your caresses on his skin shooting directly towards his cock, already semi-hard. 

You flicked your eyes up at him, humming against his thigh muscles. You were now so dangerously close to his underwear that he thought he would lose consciousness. “Were you daydreaming about it or something?” You teased. 

Maybe in a different position, he would’ve lied about it. But the truth came out before he could hold it back. “Ever since Jimin told me that, yeah,” he said. 

“Hmm… hope I live up to the expectation, then,” you purred, looking up at him with those doll-like eyes. Hoseok suddenly felt like he was losing his balance, his entire body burning in desire and expectancy. You looked like another one of his horny daydreams, but you were kneeling right there, in arms reach, and he didn’t know how he would deal with what was about to ensue. 

Your mouth was hovering above his clothed cock before he could notice and, delicately, you leaned down to place a kiss on it. The touch was tender, almost numb with the fabric standing between you two, and yet Hoseok shivered, biting down on his lip as one of your hands enveloped his erection. He watched, mesmerized, as you started lazily stroking him through his underwear, leaning your head to the side so you could place heavy kisses on him, at times giving his tip a few kitten licks until it was covered by a thin layer of your saliva. 

The sensation left him on edge, silently begging for more. By the time you moved back so you could undress him, Hoseok was a mess of shallow breaths and heavy swallows; his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as pleasure started to build up at the corners of his perception. Biting back a moan of relief, Hoseok raised his hips as you slowly pulled his underwear downward, allowing for his cock to spring free from its confinement. You had done a good job teasing him, because it was already fully hard when it bounced against his abdomen, red-tipped and leaking. 

His gaze oscillated between your face and his cock, watching for any reaction as you took one hand to his length, squeezing him firmly. “Fuck,” he let out a grunt, his overwhelmed body responding to the smallest of touches. 

You smirked at his reaction, taking a quick glimpse at his devastated features before moving back to what you were doing. Hoseok was so cute, you thought, liking the way he was so responsive. 

A shudder ran up Hoseok’s body when your tongue came out between your lips, placing delicate licks on his base. He loved the feeling of your warm muscle against his hardened member, his mind growing eager as you began tracing a path upwards, flattening your tongue against him. His breathing was ragged by the time that you reached his crown, a hum escaping your throat as you lazily swirled your tongue around his tip, covering him with your saliva. 

You took your time caressing his slit with your mouth, waiting until he was cursing and panting before you finally wrapped your lips around him. At first, you only took his tip in your mouth, sucking so slowly that Hoseok whined and buckled his hips from the bed, trying to make you move faster. 

Wordlessly, you simply placed your palm against his thigh and pressed him back down. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do, Hoseok accepted your order and settled back against the mattress, grunting as you continued to tease him. 

“Please, put it all in,” he begged, starting to lose his trail of thought. “This is torture.” 

And maybe another day you would have taken a bit more time torturing him, but, that afternoon, you were kind of in a rush to finish studying. So you complied. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” His eyes shut and his head was thrown back as you fully sank down on his cock, your tongue flat against him. Before he could stop himself, his hand flew to your hair, yanking at the strands as you moved back up, your hand pumping the parts of him that you couldn’t reach. 

“God, your mouth feels so great…” He moaned, back arching as you reached his tip once again, licking it before sinking back down — you took him just a bit deeper that time, and the motion didn’t pass by unnoticed. He was really starting to believe Jimin, and he wondered if maybe he should’ve been more worried about the entire rollercoaster situation. “Ah, that’s it. Just like that.” 

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him cry out, desperate. Hoseok couldn’t hold himself back from moving closer to the edge of the bed, his other hand clenching your bedsheets between his fingers as you continued to swallow his cock like it belonged in the hot confinement of your mouth. 

“Oh— oh my god, baby,” he grunted, pulling at the strands of your hair. His mind was starting to get hazy, his chest fluttering in a mess of sighs and heavy breaths every time that you sank down on his member; every time you flicked your tongue against his sentitive slit or pumped his base. “That’s really good, you take my cock so well.”

You looked up just to see the mess that Hoseok had turned into. With his mouth parted and eyes glazed over, he looked like he was about to fall apart at any second. He was watching you in complete awe, his eyebrows falling to form a beautiful frown of concentration; tongue coming out to lick his lips. He was so fucked out that you felt yourself getting riled up by his image, a pool of wetness accumulating between your thighs. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He exhaled, unaware of his own words. Hoseok was too busy following your swollen, redden lips as they wrapped around his member, your cheeks hollowing after you sucked him with all that you had. Even the small amount of droll around your mouth was enough to make him throb in your hold, a grunt escaping him. “With these — fuck — those pretty lips around my cock, shit. I could watch you forever.” 

You hummed around his member again at his words, the vibrations shooting directly at his core, where a rising heat had dangerously grown stronger, signaling his upcoming orgasm. Hoseok loved the way you actually looked like you were enjoying yourself, moaning and whimpering around his cock as you took all of him in your mouth, eyes closing every time he throbbed inside you. The eagerness in which you took him in, like you were starving for his cock, was one of the filthiest images that Hoseok had ever seen, and it was one that he knew would haunt his dreams for the years to come. 

When you removed his cock from your mouth with a dirty wet sound, Hoseok was about to complain before he saw you licking down his length, one of your hands holding his cock away from your face as your tongue started to play with his balls. It was an odd feeling, but not an unwelcomed one, and it kept him on edge for a little while longer while you played with him. 

With a timid whimper, you looked up at him as you licked your way back up to his tip. The image was so hot that he almost fainted, a deep moan escaping his throat when you took him back inside your delicious mouth. 

And the truth was clearer than Hoseok had ever expected: Jimin was right. 

“Fuck, babe, how did you get this good?” Hoseok grunted, trying his best to focus on the picture-perfect image of your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. He could tell that his release was starting to build up at an alarming rate, his thighs growing weaker every time you took him inside you. “Oh my- Ngh! Fuck! Oh my god!” 

Hoseok’s mind was wiped clean when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat, his hips buckling up as your throat clenched around him. He was pretty sure he was in heaven then — if he focused, he could hear angels singing all around him — , his pleasure overtaking every cell of his body as you continued sucking the soul out of him. 

“Holy fuck, do that again,” he begged, his voice much higher than before. You didn’t need to be asked twice, because, within a second, he was crying out at the feeling of your throat wrapping around his cock one more time; his hands holding tightly to the roots of your hair. The only reason why Hoseok hadn’t started fucking your mouth yet was because he wanted to have you in control, giving him the best head of his life without any interruption. “Fuck, fuck— Baby, you’re so fucking good at this, fuck.”

There was a vague raising of his hips to meet your movements, making him hit the back of your throat again and again, the lewd sounds you were making filling the room. Nothing in his life had ever compared to that instant, he had ever felt a pleasure as great as he did at that point, and he knew it was about to snap. 

“God, I’m gonna cum,” he sobbed, finally closing his eyes and letting the pleasure take over. “Fuck, you’re so good, I’m gonna—“ 

Hoseok filled your mouth with his cum, dripping down your throat when you swallowed around him. His head was spinning and his muscles were trembling, and that time he was unable to hold himself back from thrusting up against your mouth, trying to prolong that divine sensation for as long as he could before, at last, collapsing against the mattress with a final, shaky moan. 

He barely heard you when you got up to your feet, his mind floating above his body as he tried to get himself back together. With the little force that he still had inside him, Hoseok leaned on his elbows and stared at you like you were made of gold. “Fuck, ____.” He breathed out, and the only thing he could say was, “What the fuck?” 

You giggled at his reaction, thumb cleaning a bit of cum that had painted the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate your feedback,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder, to where your desk stood, forgotten. “Now that you have your answer, can I study in peace?” 

“Y-Yeah, sure,” he struggled to say. “I’ll... stay quiet.” 

You smiled brightly. “Thanks!” 

He thought about thanking you right back for giving him the best orgasm of his life, but he thought that would make everything much more pathetic. So he didn’t. 

Hoseok eventually found the motivation within him to put his cock back inside his underwear, clumsily pulling his pants back up. He found himself in the same position he was before everything went down: dumbfounded, staring at the back of your head as you worked on your textbook. The red numbers on the clock told him that just ten minutes had passed, and yet his life had completely changed. 

All that he wanted was to return the favor — it was the fair exchange, after all. Hoseok sat up at the edge of the bed and spoke up, filled by a newfound courage. “Wait. Don’t you want me to take ca—”

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok.” 

His mouth fell shut and his courage deflated just as quickly. Maybe another time.

#hoseok #smut #hoseok smut #bts #bts fic #bts smut #bangtan boys #jung hoseok #pwp #drabble #smut drabble #x you #x reader #reader insert #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #college au

[arvinsescape]

Last orders.

A/N: This idea came to me so randomly! I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: Y/N and Tom have a lot of sexual tension that finally snaps.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Fingering, unprotected sex(wrap it up, practice safe sex), slight dom! Tom). Minors do not engage.

W/C: 3.1K

It was 9 o clock on Thursday night and like every Thursday night at 9 o clock Tom walked through the entrance to the pub, brother’s in tow. You bit your lip as you watched him approach his usual table, right next to the bar, you in his eyesight. You were the have they haven’t they of the pub, people assumed you’d slept together, assumed you were friends with benefits. You flirted constantly, you were incredibly touchy feely with each other but you’d never slept together, the sexual tension was there but neither of you had ever acted on it.

You liked him, you really did and you weren’t sure whether he was just a flirt or whether he liked you back. Your friend insisted he liked you back because he didn’t flirt with anyone else who worked there, nor did he flirt with any of the women that came in. You just weren’t sure and didn’t want to assume and make a fool of yourself so you never acted upon it, waiting for him to make a move in that direction.

“Lover boy’s here as usual.” Annie whispered to you as she continued to pull the pint for her customer and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“So he is.” You muttered.

“Seriously, when are you guys gonna fuck?” She laughed, talking a little louder than you’d have liked.

“Annie.” You hissed and she only laughed louder.

“You know, it’s hard to watch you guys. You pine after each other so much, just make a move.” She said again and you were about to respond until Harry approached the bar.

“Usual?” You asked and he nodded.

“Please.” He said as he smiled at you and you started filling their pint glasses. “You working late tonight?” He asked and you nodded.

“As I always do on a Thursday. Locking up is my job tonight.” You laughed and he nodded with a smirk.

“What?” You asked carefully. You knew that look, he was planning something.

“Nothing, nothing.” He waved off. “Annie what time are you working till tonight?” He suddenly turned his attention to your best friend.

“10 why?” She said, she liked Harry, that much was obvious.

“Just curious.” He said again with a smirk as he payed for the drinks and headed back to their table.

“What was that all about?” You asked Annie bewildered.

“No idea.” She said and you smirked.

“Maybe, he’s gonna ask you out.” You said and she scoffed.

“I don’t think so. Why would he want to know when you finish?” She said and you shrugged.

“No idea.” You said and you felt Tom’s eyes on you as you tried to hold back your smile.

**

It was a slow night, Annie had finished early because it didn’t need two of you, the only people left being three regulars, two women and Tom’s table. You were currently sat chatting with Tom’s brother’s, eye on the bar as you sat close to Tom, thighs touching and it made your heart hammer in your chest as you tried to stay invested in Harry’s story.

You were listening as intently as you could with Tom so close until you felt his hand brush yours under the table a few times, you were about to move your hand when you felt him slowly lace his fingers with yours, testing the waters and your heart hammered harder in your chest at the contact. No matter how many times Tom touched you it still had the same effect. He held your hand for ten minutes before you had to move to clear the table the women were sat on after they’d left.

“Cute.” John said as you served him again, he was your standard barfly, always sat at the end of the bar, observing everything, he was a lovely man but he didn’t miss a thing. “You guys finally together?” He whispered and you shook your head.

“No, just friends.” You smiled as he handed over his money.

“He needs to grow a pair and ask you out.” John whispered as he laughed lightly and sipped his pint as you sat back down, Tom’s hand instantly finding yours under the table again.

An hour later and it was just Tom and his brother’s left.

“I’m gonna do last orders, you want anything?” You asked and Harry and Sam shook their heads which was odd, they always stayed for a last pint. You looked at Tom and he nodded as you stood up to make his drink.

“Only if you’re gonna join me.” You heard him say and you turned to look at him.

“Only if you’re buying.” You teased and he smirked.

“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t?”

“On that note, I’m heading home.” Harry said as he finished his pint.

“Yeah, see you at home Tom. Maybe.” Sam smirked as they both said their goodbyes and left.

“How come they didn’t stay?” You asked as you started cleaning the bar down.

“No idea.” Tom said as he sipped his pint. “Can’t say I’m complaining though.” He said and you tried to fight the blush making its way onto your face. You locked the pub doors as you sat back down next to Tom, every intention of finishing your drink before you finished cleaning up.

“Then there were two.” You said and he hummed.

“Then there were two.” He agreed.

Your flirting became more bold then usual, on both sides as you finished your drinks and you moved to take the nozzles of the taps so you could clean them. You were stood when you saw Tom move in your peripheral, you wondered where he was going until you felt him snake his arms around your waist.

“You arse looks amazing in those jeans.” He said as he placed a kiss to your cheek and you smiled, you’d worn them on purpose, Annie said he stared more than usual when you wore them.

“You’re very bold tonight, Tom. Had too much to drink?” You teased and he placed a kiss to your neck, you shivered at the contact.

“No, I’m not drunk princess.” He said, you knew he wasn’t, you knew his limitations considering you served him on his most drunken nights in the pub, he was nowhere near. “Do you want me to stop.” He whispered as he placed a kiss onto the skin below your ear and you shivered again.

“Tom, I need to finish up here.” You said in a shaky breath, he well and truly had your full attention. Your tone entirely unconvincing. He hummed as he placed a string of kisses down your neck and then moved away from you.

“Okay darling, you finish up and I’ll walk you home.” He said. You finished up as quick as you possibly could, the only job left being cleaning down the table Tom had been sat on. You were leant over the table, wiping it down when you heard Tom mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath. You smirked to yourself as you took longer to clean the table than necessary.

“You doing that on purpose darling?” He asked as his hands found your waist and you bit your lip as you stood and turned in his arms to face him. “Because it’s working.” He said and you looked up at him innocently.

“I don’t know what you mean Tom.” You said and he groaned slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer to him, head dipping so his lips where ghosting yours, hands on your hips. You were breathing harder as you felt him grow hard, the arousal between your legs growing. You placed your hands on his chest as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” He whispered and you swallowed hard in response, mouth dry. “Can I kiss you princess?” He whispered, voice full of lust and you felt weak to the knees, thankful for his firm grip on your hips. This was it, the months of flirting and sexual tension had reached its breaking point and you were growing wetter with the anticipation of him finally taking you.

“Please.” You whispered and the small gap between your lips was non existent as he connected your lips, you almost moaned as your eyes fluttered shut. You grasped his shirt between your fingers in an effort to pull him even closer to you, you felt the table against your backside as one of his hands made its way into your hair, removing the bobble that had been keeping it up. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance and you granted it, tongues fighting for dominance which Tom ultimately won.

The hand that was in your hair moved to grab your arse as he squeezed slightly making you gasp, your hands moved to his hair as you deepened the kiss. You pulled slightly at his hair and he groaned in response. You both pulled back for air, breathing hard as he stared into your eyes, the lust in them both evident.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He said as he reconnected your lips, hands moving to your thighs as he hoisted you onto the table, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He moved his hands to the hem of your shirt as he removed it, breaking the kiss again. You were thankful the pub didn’t have any cameras. He placed kisses onto your chest as your hand slid into his hair. He unclipped your bra and discarded it somewhere.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He muttered as he took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned as he flicked his tongue over it, hand tightening in his hair and he groaned. He moved his hand to roll your free nipple between his fingers and your arousal grew further, the need for him growing with every flick of his tongue and roll of his fingers.

“Tom.” You moaned as he moved your back further onto the table. His hands moved to unbutton your jeans, moving them down your legs slightly, hand dipping into your underwear to run a finger up your slit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet princess. All for me?” He groaned and you moaned as he slid a finger into your heat. “Sound so fucking pretty.” He said as he moved to kiss you again, finger curling towards your g spot and you moaned into his mouth. “Wanted to fuck you for so long baby.” He whispered against your lips.

“Please Tom.” You almost begged and he hummed in response.

“Please what? What do you want?” He said, kisses moving to your neck and collarbones. “Want me to fuck this pretty pussy with my fingers, tongue? Tell me what you want princess.”

“I want, fuck, Tom, I want your fingers.” You moaned out and he hummed in response as he removed his finger from your heat.

“Open.” He said as you opened your mouth and he placed two fingers into it, you instantly wrapped your lips around them, sucking and licking at his fingers, tasting yourself. “You’re so fucking hot. Get my fingers nice and wet darling. Gonna fuck you with them so get them wet for me.” He said and you moaned as your eyes rolled back into your head at his words. He removed his fingers and placed them back into your underwear, rubbing your clit as you moaned out.

“Fuck Tom.” You moaned and he moved his fingers into your core, fingers curling up towards your g spot. “Feels so good.” You panted out as his thumb found your clit. You clenched around his fingers as he bit your neck.

“So responsive baby. So good for me. No idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You felt your high approaching as he kissed, licked, and bit at your neck between his words. “Can’t wait to get my cock inside this tight, warm pussy. You want that princess? You want my cock?” He said and you nodded in response, words escaping you as you felt the pleasure consume you, all that was on your mind was him.

His fingers worked you further towards your high as you became a moaning mess for him, his name leaving your lips as if it was the only word you knew. He knew he’d found your sweet spot when you moaned louder and clenched tighter around his fingers.

“Found it.” He whispered as he sucked a mark onto your skin, your walls clenching further around his fingers. “Come on baby, come for me. Come all over my fingers.” He whispered and you did, you came hard as pleasure consumed you and he fucked you through your high. “So perfect.” He mumbled against your skin as you came down from your high.

He removed his fingers and looked you straight in the eye as he licked them clean, humming as he did so. “You taste amazing.” He moaned and you felt your arousal grow again. “I don’t have a condom.” He said as he placed a kiss against your lips.

“I’m on contraception. You clean?” You said and he nodded.

“Haven’t slept with anyone since I met you and I did a test just before that, I’m clean.” He said and you smiled, you hadn’t either.

“Me too.” You said and he nodded again before making quick work of discarding all your clothes. He looked down at your naked body and the look in his eyes had you feeling anything other than self-conscious.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled you to sit up on the table, legs wrapping back around your waist as he slid into you. You both moaned in pleasure, almost as if to say finally. “You feel so much better than I imagined. Fuck.” Tom said as he gave you a minute to adjust to him. “So fucking tight.” He said and the need for him to move reached its breaking point as you spoke.

“Tom, move please.” You moaned as you gripped his back, he groaned as he buried his face into your neck. Hips moving against yours as you both moaned, his thrusts were hard, fast, and deep. You cried out as he sucked your neck and fucked you like your lives both depended on it. You clenched around him due to the pleasure and he moaned your name.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna come.” He said and your nails dug into his back as the pleasure took over again, never in your life had you been fucked like this, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk when he was done. “So fucking snug around my cock princess.” He said as he thrusted harder into you and you moaned louder with the pleasure. His name was back on your lips.

“Sound so hot baby. Fucking sound so perfect. So fucking amazing.” He moaned out and you felt the coil in your stomach wind itself up for the second time that night. “Close princess? Gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?”

“Feel so good Tom. Gonna come on your cock, you fill me up so good.” You moaned out as he placed his fingers back on your sensitive clit making you cry out. You were close to the edge as Tom continued to thrust into you, fingers rubbing your clit, both of you moaning. Tom connected your lips as his thrusts grew sloppy, both of you falling over the edge, one after the other. He fucked you through your highs, it took you a few minutes to compose yourselves as he placed lazy kisses to your shoulder, stroking your sides as he calmed you through your aftershocks.

“Wow.” Was all you said when you’d composed yourself and he laughed lightly into the skin of your shoulder.

“Wanted to do that for a long time.” He said as he continued to pepper your shoulder with kisses. You stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and cleaned you both up, you got redressed, making small talk. You finished up your jobs and set the alarm to the pub, locking up as you both stood outside.

It sunk in as you walked towards your home that the sexual tension had now been broken and you didn’t know where that left you both. You stopped in your tracks.

“Tom?” You asked and he spun around to look at you, confusion evident on his features.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly panicked at your change in mood, he stood in front of you as he studied your face.

“Is that it?” You asked vaguely and he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed as you ran a hand through your hair. “What are we?” You went with instead. “What happened back there, is that all it was? Just a hook up?”

“Darling,” he sighed as he took your face in his hands, making you look into his eyes. “I have liked you for so fucking long. No, that wasn’t just a hook up for me, I want it to be more, if that’s what you want?” He asked and the look in his eyes was so genuine that you smiled, he really wanted you the way you wanted him.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.” You said and he grinned as he connected your lips in a swift kiss.

“Thank fuck for that. Come on, let me get you home, it’s freezing.” He said as he held a hand out to you which you happily took as he laced your fingers together. “I really meant it Y/N, I really really like you.” He said as you walked and you smiled.

“I really like you too Tom.” You confirmed and it felt good to have it in the open.

“Want to go out tomorrow night? There’s this really nice Italian I want to try.” He asked and you laughed.

“I think we’ve done this the wrong way around. Aren’t you supposed to take me out to dinner before we sleep together?” You teased and he laughed as you approached your door, he turned you to look at him, back lightly pressed against the door.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6?” He asked as his lips ghosted yours, you nodded as he connected your lips in a sweet kiss. It was much more innocent than the last one, his arms around your waist as yours were around his shoulders. He disconnected your lips as he placed his forehead against yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow princess.” He said as he kissed your cheek, stepping back from you and you instantly missed him.

You grasped his shirt in your hands again as you pulled him back to you, lips finding each other’s again. The kiss grew deeper and you found your back pressed into the door as he placed kisses down your neck.

“We are definitely doing things the wrong way around.” He mumbled into your neck as you felt your arousal grow again, a light laugh leaving your lips.

“Stay?” You asked and he pulled back to smile at you.

“If that’s what you want princess.” He said as he placed a quick kiss to your lips. “I like you, I really fucking do.” He said as he placed kisses down your neck as you spun around to unlock your door, giggling as you practically fell through your front door.

“Hold on.” Tom suddenly said and you whipped around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed, waiting for him to carry on. “Will you be my girlfriend? I realise I didn’t actually ask.” He said and you laughed as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“I’d love to be.” You said and he grinned as he kissed you again.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut

[infernal-fire]

five types of love.

what to expect: smut, swearing, friends w/ benefits arrangement, mention of Imposter syndrome, fluff, angst, heartbreak, overstimulation, implied creampie, rough sex

a/n: a little warning; you will be choosing your ending - there is a happy one and a sad one. a huge shoutout to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ and @angrybirdcr​ for talking to me about the fic and offering such amazing advice! and @tuiccim​ was so damn lovely, even offered to beta this (though all mistakes are my own).

summary: you once heard that there were eight types of love. you only knew of five; the five that caused you to fall for one, blue-eyed menace.

Ludus: uncommitted, casual love that can attribute to a flirtatious and fun conquest. Not to be mistaken for Eros.

“I think we’re forgetting the reason why the mission failed in the first place. If the older fellow took a suggestion once in a-”

“-Tony, you know damn well that there were civilians in there.”

Steve and Tony glared at each other from across the briefing room. The tension in the room was exorbitant, but then again, it had been that way since Bucky joined the team. 

“This is exactly why we need the new girl. You super-soldiers and billionaires are getting tangled up in each others’ asses and forgetting about what it’s like for the normal people,” Rhodey sighed.

“The last thing we need is another trainee fucking up orders,” Tony snorted and began messing with his tech. The projector flipped through random screens, FRIDAY most likely filtering out the irrelevant news. 

“If you have a problem, maybe you should say it to his face,” Steve seethed, now standing up to match Tony’s stance. Usually, this type of jab at Bucky wouldn’t rile him up, but the super-soldier was at his wit’s end following the events of the latest mission.

Beside him, Bucky lightly tugged on his friend’s hand, signalling him to disengage.

“You’re with them?” Tony incredulously questioned Rhodey. 

“I’m with the idea of calming this room down.”

“Besides, she’s already been prepped for her first mission,” Natasha piped up. “We’re supposed to have a sit-down in 5 minutes... that is, if you boys can get your shit together.”

The room broke out into a chorus of muttering and everyone settled in their seats again. Captain strode to the front of the room and pulled up his game plan, fiddling with the map FRIDAY was projecting. 

You, on the other hand, could not decide how to act in front of the Avengers: Laidback? They wouldn’t take you seriously. Know-it-all? No, that was Stark’s play. Timid Tiffany? If you wanted to seem secretly conceited? Sure. That would work for now.

When Vision floated out to bring you in, you didn’t even flinch at the unforeseen phasing. Impressed at your lack of a reaction, Vision faltered before ever-so-courteously introducing himself. 

Could this sentient being laugh of his own volition? You gave him your name and dramatically curtsied to test your theory; he could laugh, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was not at all robotic. 

You felt the room intently eye you as you ambled to your seat beside one, blue-eyed menace. You half-expected the team to introduce themselves, but who were you kidding - anyone could hear the argument from three corridors away. There was no point in pretending like they wanted you here, but that wouldn’t deter you.

You glanced at your neighbour, met with the pleasant face of the one and only. James Buchanan Barnes was known to be a handsome devil, but the reputation of the Winter Soldier often precedes him; that, unfortunately, does not stop you from eyeing him. 

When he caught your stare, you scolded yourself. You’re such a creep. 

When he smirked at your ogling, you praised yourself. Oh, hello there. 

This is gonna be fun.

Eros: sexual, passionate love that is fueled by lust.

It didn’t happen after the first mission; he had the decency to wait until the fourth mission to knock on your door. 

You had been putting away the last of your belongings, finally adjusting to the grandiose living conditions the Avengers Tower provided.

As soon as you unlocked your knob, the door flung open; Bucky's stare was partially inhibited by his hooded eyes. He hadn’t always looked at you like that. 

Like what?

With unadulterated craving. 

That day, he strode in like he owned the place. You didn’t expect the shove that caused you to land on your bed with an oomph. Bucky wasted no time, climbing onto your form, straddling you. By the time you understood what was happening, a single finger was pressed into your lips.

“Either tell me you don’t want this right fucking now,” he leaned in, close to your face, “or shut the fuck up and let me use you.”

You whimpered in response.

“Not good enough.”

“Use me.”

That’s all the affirmation he needed. 

You pushed off the bed to try and meet his lips but he firmly pinned you down by your shoulders. Bucky reached into your panties and circled your clit without hesitation. It only took some swivelling, his intense gaze and the unexpected plunge of his fingers in your channel to make you see stars. Bucky had made you come before kissing you.

When he finally slotted his lips against yours, it was nothing short of all-consuming; you hadn’t even realized the absence of clothes on your body. Had it been ten minutes? Or thirty? It was hard to tell when you were being ravaged by another.

He made you come twice more: once with his fingers’ repeated dipping and pressing into the soft, spongy part of your cunt. The second time was with the talented sucking and flicking of his tongue. Technically, it was the third time.

None of your past partners had been this steadfast in their duty to pleasure you. You were already putty in his hands, ready to be moulded according to his needs. Part of you was ready to tap out, unable to fathom the likelihood of coming over his cock again, but the better half of you needed it.

In your orgasmic haze, you failed to notice that his clothes were being discarded - if you did, it would have given you the opportunity to gawk at the body that you so desperately wanted to see shirtless. When you finally registered his naked person, your hand involuntarily traced the connection between the metal arm and flesh. He threw his head back and groaned before kissing you again. 

He pulled off, just enough to get a good look. 

“Look at you, all fucked out. I didn’t even put my cock in.”

He pumped his shaft with fervour before pushing the blunt head against your slit. You winced at his attempt to put it in.

“Made you cum three times and you’re still too fucking tight,” he muttered and ran his length up and down your folds. Once he had accumulated enough slick he tried again, this time, successful.

You moaned as he slowly sunk in and buried his cock to its absolute limit. If the walls of your pussy had a voice, it would be absolutely hoarse. You also realized that he only bestowed the three orgasms in hopes of reprieving the pain of the stretch. Without the preparation, he might have torn you in half.

When he began moving, the only thing that was slow or soft about him was his lips against your skin. The thrusts were punishing; if it wasn’t obvious that he was angry before, this made it clear as day.

You screamed and moaned, alternating between keening and arching your back; the pleas did nothing to falter his furious pace. The smacking of your skin was only heightened by the slick that your cunt produced in attempts to accommodate his length. Every time he pulled out, his balls were connected to your sex with a string of come.

If someone told you that you could come five times within forty minutes, you would have face painted and dressed them up like a clown.

Now you laid in bed, being used like a rag doll, begging Bucky to stop you from coming a sixth time that session. It was usually the dirty talk that got you off, but he hadn’t said anything aside from the occasional ‘shut up’ or ‘shhh’. His movements alone had you convulsing around his length.

His thrusts didn’t get sloppy. Rather, they increased in force, as his cock sought space beyond your cervix. You tried to scream, but all that came out was more broken tears and cries. At last, he let out a pornographic moan as his load flooded your insides. Sure, you had let past boyfriends come in you, but you never actually felt the liquid shoot up inside you, until today.

Following the pop sound that his cock made as it pulled out, you whined again. You could feel your heartbeat throb down there. 

He flipped you onto your stomach and smacked your ass, laughing at the way you sobbed in pain before disappearing from your room altogether. 

He was gone as fast as he showed up. 

And he ruined everyone else for you.

In all fairness... you asked for it.

Philia: the deep, virtuous love that is formed in a good friendship. Lovers share a strong bond when Eros and Philia feed into each other.

What started as a release from the frustrations that accrue on the battlefield turned into a deep connection that neither of you had anticipated. Sex had only been used as a tool in the act of psychological detachment until that day. 

It was a failed date of some sort: either you had been stood up or the guy was a total moron. You could wrack your brain for the memory, but in any matter, it was all irrelevant now. 

You were upset, not just at your lack of a love life, but at the imposter syndrome that had weaselled its way into your liveliness. Feeling like you weren’t enough was catching up to your daily life and even Bucky had noticed the hesitation during your post-mission escapades. 

Before you knew it, your hand was knocking on Bucky’s door at the ripe hour of 1 AM. 

You heard the muffled thumps of his footsteps and considered booking it out of there, but before you made up your mind, the door opened.  As you had predicted, Bucky was wide-awake. 

“What?” 

You had wanted to sass him for his tone but decided against it since you were the one who interrupted his 1 AM activities. You shook your head from the clouds and mumbled incoherently, starting to walk away. The coldness of his metal arm abruptly gripped your wrist.

“Are you okay?”

You hated that question. You could be doing so good, holding in the burden of a horrible week, but the moment someone asks you that question, the dam would disintegrate into dust, only to be washed away by the inevitable waterworks. 

The sob you let out didn’t loosen his hold. He let you cry and watched as you tried to wipe away the unrelenting tears, still refusing to close the gap between your bodies. Finally, you shuffled into his arms where he bear-hugged you, cupping the back of your neck and holding it to the junction of his neck. 

"You smell nice,” you sniffled. 

He lightly chuckled before dragging you into his room and seating you on the bed. He ordered you to stay there and rummaged around his cupboard before pulling out a bottle with red liquid sloshing around. 

“You keep that in your room?” you snickered, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, before blanching at your state. Hell, he had seen you naked, how you look right now is the least of your concerns. 

“In case of emergencies,” he winked. “This seems like a real emergency.”

A fresh wave of tears pooled in your waterline as you peered at your hands that were picking at each other. 

“I don’t have wine glasses, so we can just chug.”

Bucky stuck out the bottle and you grasped it firmly before gulping one-fourth of it. That’s all the coaxing it took to get you to spill. 

You don’t even remember what you talked about, but before either of you realized, 3 AM blinked on the digital clock that hung above the bed frame. You were almost asleep, now resting on Bucky’s lap while he occasionally hummed or offered his two cents. Right before you drifted off, the super-soldier lifted you, placing you under a cover. He climbed in from the other side, one hand cupping your face, the other snaking around your waist.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay,” he whispered.

Your eyes drooped but swiftly opened as Bucky leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. His lips barely touched yours, grazing their presence, but you moved, tenderly catching them. He returned the movement, the delicacy of his actions reflected in the softness of his eyes. 

You pulled away and the two of you wordlessly bore into each other’s eyes. At last, you succumbed to the fatigue, as did he; both of you resting in the others’ possession. 

Mania: an unhealthy, obsessive love that plagues the mind.

It was the third time Bucky didn’t show up at your door after a mission. Three missions, each of them ending in something that would have indubitably pissed him off - after all, they were HYDRA bases. That’s when you first suspected it.

The second was when you noted his intentional avoidance of your presence. Whether it be the kitchen, the gym or the hallways, the stealthy ex-assassin didn’t have trouble actively dodging you. Initially, you chalked it up to wanting space or simply taking a break.

Then you heard it.

Why was it that your gut told you to go right then? All this time you had been biding, yet it was at this precise moment that your hunch asked you to speak to him. It could’ve been the duration of the month that it took you to prepare yourself, but it had to be now. You raised your hand, prepping to knock on the door, but stopped.

Your hand froze mid-air. The elegant laugh of another girl sounded behind the door. It was faint, the noise slightly suppressed by the wall between you. 

It could be anyone. 

But it wasn’t. Your intuition, the one that told you to come here right now, was wise enough to know that this wasn’t just anyone. It was her. 

You cupped your mouth to stop the sob that threatened to liberate itself from the confines of your constricted airway. You fell forward, onto your knees, as if to pray to the gods to not let it happen. But it already did.  You let go of your mouth, gasping for air from holding your breath all this time. 

Shoulders sagged and spine bent, you stalked back to your room like a zombie. Face devoid of all emotion, you fell onto the corner of your bed and crumpled into a ball.  For twelve hours, you laid there. Sometimes sleeping, other times letting the tears leak out of the corners of your eyes. Memories of his fingers weaving through your own, the pleasures that chilled you to the bone. Most of all, the way you held his head to your chest as he whimpered about the nightmares that invaded his nights. It felt like those things happened to someone else. Nothing more than a distant memory.

Your heart clenched, tugging on the heartstring that you once thought was connected to him.

-

It was as if he knew you stood outside his door that day. There was an unspoken agreement to never speak of it. Yes, yes, don’t ever speak of it. The dam that you built so carefully will come crashing down.  He stopped avoiding you, but you wished he didn’t; it was crueller to be reminded, easier to pretend he didn’t exist. 

Be honest with yourself.

You didn’t pretend like he didn’t exist. 

In fact, the first thought after waking up? Bucky. Last thought before going to sleep? My Buck. Every time he wasn’t around? James Buchanan Barnes.

Please, don’t act like every waking moment isn’t spent loving him. Because deep down, you know what’s true.

He never did introduce the mystery girl to anyone at the Tower, but you knew his disappearance after missions could be credited to her. Did he take out his anger on her as he did to you? Or were you nothing more than a toy?

Guilt was one of the few emotions you could make out from the rare occasions you caught his stare. Longing was there too, but you couldn’t be sure that you weren’t projecting.  Months went by, waiting for thoughts of him to abandon your disturbed mind. The time never came.

As promised, he ruined anyone else for you. 

Pragma: the type of love that endures all shortcomings. Committed relationships that stay in love have an element of significant Pragma to them.

a happy ending.

That relationship may have ended but it didn’t mean he would come back to you.

He did come back. But he wasn’t yours.  Bucky made that clear when two more relationships ensued the last. Each time, the buffer period between them was filled by you. 

His back-up plan. That’s what you had been reduced to. 

After the third time he brought a new girl, you’d think you would be used to it, maybe even uncaring. Unfortunately, the opposite would always prevail.

Steve caught your fist and tutted, commenting on the bad form. You stopped, shook your shoulders and began hopping on the balls of your feet again.  Jab, jab. Swing.  At first, you’d imagine the faces of those girls. Nowadays, it was easier to envision the pads Steve held as his best friend’s face. 

“Bucky’s girl broke up with him.”

“Oh,” you made out, focus slightly wavering. 

“You know what happened?”

“Are you asking me ‘cause you wanna know or because you already know?”

“I already know,” he sighed, lowering the hand pads. 

He exhaled your name, shaking his and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “When are you two gonna stop playing around?”

“I really don’t understand, Steve.”

“You know why she broke up with him?” You blinked, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in anticipation of an answer. 

“He moaned your name during sex.” 

“God, that’s so corny,” you huffed, now beginning to make your way out of the boxing ring. 

“So what, you’re gonna do nothing? Keep letting him use you?” Steve jogged to catch up to you.

“No,” you faced him, “I’m not letting him use me as a fallback anymore. I’m putting an end to it.” 

Steve pursed his lips and shot you and exasperated look before shaking his head.  “Don’t let something good go to waste.”

It used to be something good.

You wondered if you could hold up the promise you had just declared to Steve; in the past, you failed every time he showed up at your door. Bucky knew exactly how to play into your emotions, how to say the right things every time. And just like that, the next morning you’d end up in his arms. That stops today.

Determined, you practically punched the button to go up on the elevator and impatiently tapped your foot. As the doors slid closed, you took one look at yourself and turned away, fighting the urge to fix your appearance for him. The doors opened again and you check the floor number, ready to step out, but stopped at the sound of your name.  His ex. You almost ran off, unwilling to put up with an angry ex, but she called on you again. You sheepishly stood there, as if you were the one who did something wrong, until she stepped in and pressed the button to go to the lobby.

The silence stretched on, much like your patience. Does she even know who you are?

“We were both fooling ourselves.”

You turn to check if she was speaking to you. Her stare was unwavering and she maintained eye contact that almost made you squirm.

“We both love different people.” She smiled, an obvious melancholy tainting her face. You stood there, absolutely clueless as to how you should respond.

“It’s too late for me, but it’s not for the two of you. Just... don’t let him go. He’s one of the good ones.”

You turned again, now looking down at the ground. Even if she expected you to say something back, it was impossible, at this point. Your mind was in shambles, everything she said contradicting the choice you made five minutes ago. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and she stepped out. She turned one last time and nodded as if you knew what to do now. 

Bucky’s door was unlocked. You called out his name, barely above a whisper and sauntered with hesitation lining your every step.  Nothing. Empty. He wasn’t there. 

It was a sign. You almost ignored the advice his ex gave, ready to walk into his room and end things. Your shoulder slumped as if your bore the weight of the world on them as you slunk back to your room. Now it would take another outburst or another month to prepare yourself to talk to him again.

As the days went by, you barely saw him around. It reminded you of the times he intentionally ignored you, except this time, you weren’t sure it was intentional. When you did see him, it was clear that he wasn’t doing good; his beard was unkept and scraggly, the bags under his eyes heavier than any trauma he carried. You pretended as though you didn’t notice and went about your routine. 

1 AM

A knock sounded at your door. You knew who it was, how could you not, but hoped it wasn’t him anyway. The encounter would most likely end with tears or sex and you didn’t favour either outcome. 

You waited a minute. Maybe he would leave if he assumed you were asleep. The knock sounded again.

You cracked the door open.  Whatever you were expecting, surely, it wasn’t this. Eyes red and puffy, it was clear he had been crying and most definitely not sleeping. 

He held up a wine bottle, and chuckled pathetically at himself. 

“Maybe this is bad idea,” he sniffled and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his left arm. 

It didn’t feel right to say anything. Rather, you opened the door wider and beckoned for him to step in.

“Emergency?” you asked with a little smile. God, you were so close to crying and he hasn’t even said anything.

“Oh yeah. Big emergency.”

He sat on your bed and felt the sheets, trying to remember the feeling of it on his knees. The days he would buck into you while you clutched them like a vice. The soldier pursed his lips and watched as you settled beside him.

“You don’t have to talk... if you don’t want to,” you said. Your voice cracked and you almost smacked yourself for being so weak around him. 

“But I do. I should talk. I have so much to say... Can I explain?” He turned to face you, reaching out for your hands, holding them in his own. You didn’t say anything, opting to return his request with a pleading look in your eyes. He knew what the look meant: just don’t break my heart. Again. He took a deep breath in acknowledgement, trying to form the words that would help you understand. 

“I can’t believe I hurt you. I swear, I didn’t know I was doing it, at first.” You mustered your best unbelieving look, almost scoffing for good measure. “No, really,” he hastily added. 

A few tears streamed down your face and you frantically tried to wipe them. Bucky took one look at you before he began breaking down, tears slipping down his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry... I just- I don’t understand? I thought things were good?” you questioned. You had given up on trying to wipe your tears, as did he.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall for you. And by the time I realized, we were so far in. Then I found a distraction... and I really thought I was over you,” he paused, wondering if he should continue or not. You showed no sign of speaking up, so he went on.

“I didn’t think you cared. I didn’t think you felt the same way. I was so convinced that you wouldn’t blink twice but then... but, I-... I heard you at the door that day. I wanted to kick her out and hold you, but I-...”

“But you what? You what, Bucky?”

“I thought it was too late for us. I thought I ruined everything.”

“Then why are you here now?”

“Don’t be mad,” he murmured, retracting his hands and fiddling with his fingers.

“I don’t think anyone can ever replace what we had. Maybe... still have? Because you’re it for me. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize that. I was on the brink of losing myself.” He looked up at you, eyes brimming with a new wave of tears. He mumbled your name weakly, croaking out a please at the end.

You curled in on yourself and fell into his arms, hoping that was enough of a answer.

“I can’t promise you that everything will be back to normal by tomorrow morning... but with some time, I can learn to trust you again.”

Above you, Bucky hurriedly nodded. At the state he’s in right now, you suspected that you could ask him to sell his soul and he would agree.

“And if you ever break my heart again-,” 

“-I would die before that happens,” he finished for you, kissing the top of your head for good measure.

“I love you,” you whimpered, “so fucking much.” 

“I love you too. I really love you too,” he affirmed and encased you with his arms again.

Though there had been some rough patches on the road to happiness, with Bucky by your side, you felt as though you could make it through anything; for that, is the power of pragmatic love.

an unfortunate ending.

The tears that would’ve been shed during the ceremony have dried on your pillowcase about five hours ago. Now, you sat beside the team, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. 

Bucky looked nervous, as if he were reconsidering his life decisions. The little devil on your shoulder was holding onto every little thing he did: the wrinkle of his forehead, his repeated tugging on the suit and his flustered glancing around. Oh lord, and when he accidentally locked eyes with you? You may have bitten your lip and looked away in contempt but the shoulder-devil was as persistent as ever.

He secretly still wants you.

Shut up.

He wants to call it off.

Get a life.

At last, the lucky girl stood at the end of the winding path and you couldn’t help but sneak a look at the groom. His tension and nervousness crumbled at the sight of her; it was difficult not to feel happy that he had found the one that made him feel this way. 

It may have been him for you, but that notion was long forgotten, a nuisance of memory at most. Your love for him, regardless of the storms it has endured, is no longer respected or wanted by either party.

If he loves her, why does he come to you when things get bad?

You shook your head at that, having no answer for the nature of his secret infidelity. It was nothing more than taking out his frustrations on you - much like the old days.

Your reminiscing was cut short when a voice asked everyone to rise for the bride. You stood and straightened out your outfit, flicking off the little white petal that clung to your maroon dress. A hand grasped your own, and you turned to see Steve smile reassuringly. You squeeze his hand in appreciation and turned your attention to the white-clad figure walking down the aisle.

And that’s all you remember. You wish you could recall the rest of the wedding. You really do. Too preoccupied with what was going to happen after the event, you disassociated from the ordeal altogether. No matter how hard you grilled yourself, nothing would come to mind - dissociative amnesia only occurs as a protective coping mechanism during traumatic events; was that what Bucky’s wedding was to you?

What type of question is that?

For once, you agreed with the little red beast that sat on your shoulder. Long ago, the first time you saw someone else Bucky’s arms, the devil pierced the pitchfork right through the angel’s heart. These days, it was all you could think of. 

After the bride and groom exchanged ‘I do’s’, you willed yourself to stay a while longer. Your only companion, Steve, slow danced with you in silence, knowing that whatever he says would be of no consolation. Bucky did have half a mind to ask you for a dance, but he saw you leave. You didn’t think anyone did. He waited for you to turn and look at him one last time, but you never did. It’s okay, he thought. I didn’t deserve her anyway.

No one saw you after that.

On your bed, Steve found a single note that didn’t explain anything more than what he already knew. If anything, it simply affirmed that you were gone for good. Your things packed up, no trace of a person ever having lived there. Even if he pulled some strings, it would take years to find you again. 

After all, you had already been lost for quite some time.

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I enjoy reading character analysis to understand them more and I've also noticed that some insert fics are like too exagerated and their personalities are far from the canon twst. I think some writers are just basing their fics to others and and makes conclusion about it and ignore important details or text on their cards?* And as a reader, I do sometimes think that "this" character are like that. Like Vil, being portrayed as narcisstic and beauty obssessed charac, I think he isnt like that and theres more to him than we think. Sorry for the long ask✌️

You're totally valid anon and I see your point, you know while I agree that each idea and interpretation on characters is worthy on its own and no one is bound to having a specific opinion or belief, getting too wild with personal fantasies and ignoring the originals can totally ruin the writing. Characters are often mischaracterized especially in reader insert fics and the most annoying part is that almost everyone is making the same mistakes about him-! Like some of the noticable mistakes would be:

(1) Femininely has nothing to do with Vil's terms of beauty

Oh lord what can I say- It's even against what Vil himself directly said through chapter five and how he cleared his point on male and female equal, and you can tell he is pretty strict about it.

Like did you just forget what he told Epel when he complained that he doesn't want to act like a girl: “a boy getting embarrassed about ‘acting like a girl,’ -- what year is your head stuck in??? did you take a time machine from 100 years ago??”

He doesn't seem to be one to appreciate the concept of labeling beauty as a female-only thing and on the other hand, he doesn't really seem to like the way women can be looked down on while being compared to men either. He seeks equality, and beauty wasn't ever defined as a feminine act in his dictionary; while there are tons of requests asking for: Vil forcing their trans s/o to wear more feminine clothes/ Vil asking their fem! s/o to wear more feminine stuff an look cuter/Vil complimenting s/o's appearance for not being feminine enough/... And literally TONS of requests like this. Please, you're forgetting one the most important parts of his personality, he considers male and female to be equal and it's so hecking important to show that he holds respect for all genders nonetheless.

(2) Vil's maturity is often ignored

Honestly, within all twst characters Vil's maturity on its own really impresses me. From the way he speaks to how serious and sincere he is all I gotta say is this man is waaay different from the way he's charactetized in most of the fics. Idk why but, he's sometimes charactetized as a guy who's ready to boil you alive if you dare touch any of his expensive make up pallettes or eyeshadows. Oh please, Vil isn't an angry child.

Also he often decides to keep his anger in, though you can tell when he's mad by just looking at his face. Clinching fists, trying not to talk and most likely, walking off or asking people to leave him alone until he calms down a bit is most likely his usual way of expressing his anger, but I've seen him being described as a loud, feral figure like Riddle is! Oh god no- Are you just ignoring how calm and collected Vil often tends to be?

(3) What's with the potato fetish?

While it's canon that Vil can sometimes call people around him potato. You may like to know that in some languages, potato is translated as "Apple of the ground", which can be an interesting reason of him using this nickname for people.

Watching Vil call students potatoes can be as entertaining as watching Malleus play with his tamagotchi, but again, it's important to realize that you don't have to only use potato when you're thinking of what Vil might say in a reader insert/situation!

Come on there are hundreds of different statements and sentences you can use other than just 'potatoes' and it'll get boring to read him saying the same nick name over and over in a fic. Good lord of course this isn't the only word he uses in communication so please try to avoid using it too much. This, is NOT the only word that he knows to use! (Seriously though I've seen being used like 6 times in a 500-word drabble)

(4) Please avoid spreading false information about him and his personality

Funny how I'm saying it here, but don't forget that you do not own him! Vil Schoenheit is a property of Disney/ Aniplex and all, which means that no one can certainly decide on his sexuality/ background/ unexplained character details unless it's officially announced.

Why am I saying this? Because some people are seriously going to far! I've seen people attacking others saying that Vil's pronouns are She/Her and not He/ Him like: EXCUSE ME...???

I don't want to get into details explaining how this drama is going but I've got to say something anyway, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE ON HIS PRONOUNS! None of us do!

It's totally okay to have your personal preferences on his pronouns or anything else, but you must avoid spreading such information and forcing them on others as long as they aren't confirmed! Please keep your headcanons for yourself and don't confuse the fandom with them. Everyone's free to have their own headcanons but it's never okay to force them on others!

(5) Vil has a LOT to talk about other than just beauty!

Man... sometimes I feel like the fandom is just doing him dirty. Most of the reader inserts, fics , and even Vil memes have something to do with beauty while it's important to try and look through his personality as well instead of just sticking with the beauty aspect.

For example, through the Halloween event, I couldn't be any more surprised when Vil found the crying child who had lost their parents through the crowd and instead of just leaving them to headmaster or asking someone to take care of them he actually started to play with the child and entertrain and confront them on his own! That was probably one of his sweetest moments through the whole game and it really changed my mind about him! It was great to know that Vil as well can have a softer side when it comes to children, just imagine how good this can be used while writing a father AU for him!

His talents on the other hand need to be recognized, for example: his acting skills back in the ghost marriage proved how much of a great actor he can be and this can also give us lots of ideas to use in writings. On the other hand he's much of a celebrity on his own ( Woop- he's also got 2m followers on magicam) which gives us another great plot to write for him.

The way he is around close friends, how he compliments them and gets complimented by them in return, the way he manages Pomefiore and tries to put the students into doing their best in using their skills and lots of more interesting details that can be found through his stories are there to tell you that he's a lot more than just a beautiful Queen. A considerable part of his background as well is going to be released at he end of chapter 5 (Yes baby after the overblot Vil) and I hope that gives us all the opportunity to come up with stronger personalities and plots next time that we're describing or even, characterizing Vil!

Lmao I kind of rushed to finish this so I didn't get to talk about him as much as I wanted to, but hope that this is useful anyway.

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