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lovinkiri · 2 years

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Ok since you enjoyed the question of how loud kiri would be, I got another one for you. And no this isn't a question. This is a full request if you're up to it. Hang on for this ride!

So we all know kiri would be a sweetheart to us. Always taking care of us. And being his very best as a hero protecting the public with all his might. So I want to return all that and take care of him. Ready?!

I would gladly learn how to do massaging just for him to help him relax after a long day. Of course he thinks that's all I'm going to do. Oh, oh no love. After that when he thinks I'm done I'll make it clear I'm not even close to being done with him. I'll insist he stays right there.

After I've done that part, he's relaxed and loosened up here comes the next part. I want to worship him and that body of his like he deserves. I want to not only pleasure him but make him so sensitive and overstimed by cumming again and again that all his brain can process is me and the overwhelming amount of pleasure he's feeling. That by the end of it all he can do his whine and moan and babble incoherently because he can't even form a proper sentence anymore. This will be the most amazing, overwhelming peak of pleasure in his life I will make sure of that!

After I'm done and made him into a boneless human puddle that's so high up on cloud 9 that it may take him a few to come back down to earth.

And again he doesn't have to lift a finger. I will take very good care of him afterward. In fact I can be stubborn when I want to and will insist he stays right there while I do and won't take any other answer but him agreeing.

Have fun! Kisses! 😘

You Deserve It

Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Author's Thoughts: Baby I'm warning you- He WILL marry you 💍

Warning: Oral (M Receiving), Cussing, Overstim, etc.

Eijirou has got to be the best boyfriend you could ever have. He's funny, he's strong, he's driven, and you're bound to have a good time with him.

He spends his entire relationship doting on you. Everyone said it was the honeymoon phase, but it wasn't a phase. He did a lot for you.

He was never interested in driving, although he had his license. Despite that, he bought a car just to pick you up from work.

He could listen to you talk and vent for days, and he's very attentive. He watches you, nodding his head, and giving his opinion when he feels as though it's okay.

He's so considerate, he tells you everything. Whether he's going to the store, having friends over, or going to the bathroom. Because he wants you to know where he is at all times, in case you need him.

And when you guys move in, he has no problem bringing in whatever you like. You could hang up curtains that are the brightest shade of pink, and he'll give you an honest grin and a thumbs up.

But he doesn't just treat you good in the streets. He's just as generous in the sheets.

Eijirou would spend an entire day with your thighs wrapped around his head if he could. Nothing beats the taste of your folds or how sensitive you are after your third orgasm, how you gasp and twitch under his lips.

You were a goddess to him. A panting, squirming, messy goddess. And he treated you as such.

It wasn't long until you started to realize just how well he treated you, just how good of a man he was. And when you commented on it, you were frustrated with the small shrug and the humble grin he gave in response.

He really didn't think he was as great as everyone thought he was.

So you decided you were going to show him.

When he comes home one night, the lights are dimmed and some random romance music iz playing faintly.

There red petals leading upstairs and he follows, blushing dark from the effort you've put in.

The petals stop at the bedroom door and now he's excited. His heart had been beating faster and faster, excited for what might lie behind the door.

When he opened the door, he was in awe.

The bed was covered in petals, candles lit beautifully around the bed. On the nightstand sat different types of oils. The mood was set just right, and Eijirou now knew where the music was coming from.

But none of that is what left him starstruck. It was you.

When he walked in, you'd been leaned over, lighting the last candle. And when you saw him, you sat up, setting the lighter down.

A simple silk robe was draped over your figure, but that was all. Your robe was loosely tied, Eijirou figured it wouldn't be long until it came undone itself.

You were so gorgeous, he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep you like that or rip it off.

"Welcome home, Eiji." You sauntered over to him, placing your hands on his chest.

Eijirou leaned down to meet your lips for a kiss and he was thankful for it, having had no idea what to stare at first.

It was a sweet kiss, full of nothing but love and affection. The two of you sharing your adoration for each other wordlessly.

When you pulled away, you grinned. "I've decided to give you a massage. So you're gonna choose your oil, get naked, and lay down." You took him by the hand, pulling him over to the nightstand.

"Awe man.. You didn't have to do all this, babe. You're so sweet. How about I give you a massage instead?" He suggested, the thought of touching your body all over making his cock twitch.

You quickly shook your head. "No, no, no. Let me touch you, okay?" You start to undress him yourself. "Just choose your oil."

Eijirou couldn't tell the difference between any of the bottles. He could if he read them, but he just couldn't stop looking at you. He chose a random oil in the end, unable to focus. Especially because the last thing you removed was his pants.

Did you really expect him to make a decision with you kneeling in front of his half hard length like that?

You giggled at the sight, placing a kiss on his v-line. "Not yet, Eijirou."

He couldn't help the whine that fell from his lips, and you smiled teasingly.

"In bed, Red Riot."

He slowly got onto the bed, laying on his stomach. You weight pressed into him not too long after.

"Are you sitting on my ass?" He laughed, pulling laughter from you.

"Mhm. It's nice and comfy. Don't worry, I'll massage that too."

He shook his head, grinning at the remark. "You're so cute."

You simply smirked and grabbed the oil, beginning your massage.

You knew Eijirou's body like the back of your hand. You knew exactly how to make him sing for you, pulling every type of moan and groan from him.

"Oh fuck, babe.." He moaned, laying his cheek against the pillow.

You bit your lip, unable to help getting wet from the sounds leaving his mouth. "You deserve to feel good, Eiji. You're such a good man, such a good hero."

He groaned at the feeling of your slick running against his skin with every movement of your hand. "Oh God.."

Soon, you lift yourself from him and tell him to turn on his back. He slowly does, looking up at your lovingly.

His half lidded gaze doesn't leave your eyes, even when you glance away to look at his fully hard cock.

"Sorry.. I know it was just a massage, I just.." He trailed off, a hand finding its way to your hip.

You shook your head. "Just a massage? No, it isn't baby." You positioned your dripping folds over his cock, taking the shaft and rubbing the tip between them.

He sighed in pleasure, eyes fluttering for a moment. "Let me-"

"I'm taking charge today, Eiji. Let me take care of you."

He wanted to protest, to flip you over and make you feel good. But he couldn't think straight with the head of his cock buried in your pussy.

"Okay, just.. Please. Give me more. I need more of you." He relented breathily.

You nod, slowly sinking down his length. Your mouth fell open, a weak whine leaving you. You could say Eijirou was big, but that would be an understatement.

"Oh fuck.." You whispered, tilting his head back as you fully took him as much as you could. "Eiji, 'm so full.."

Eijirou had been watching you take him inch by inch, his eyes not leaving where the two of you connected. "Shit.."

You slowly began riding him, lifting your hips before letting them drop against his. Your hands found his chest and you began to praise him.

"So good, Eij, you make me feel so good." You moaned, closing your eyes. "Make me feel so wanted, so loved."

"Shit, Y/n.." His hands slid up your body abs found your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers.

Despite wanting to take of him, she knew Eijirou had to hand his hands on her. He couldn't help it. Thinking about it, she considered cuffing his wrists to the headboard next time.

With every minute, you worked against him faster and faster. Rather than bouncing, you began frantically moving your hips back and forth. You shuddered every time skin stroke your clit the right way, the friction pulling a whimper from you.

"I love you Eiji, love you so much!" You cried out. "Such a good hero, 'n such a good partner!"

Eijirou began gripping your hips tightly. "I-I love you too, but s-slow down, you're gonna make me-..!" He cut himself off with a groan.

You exactly what he was going to say, but it didn't stop you. Placing your hands over his, you looked down at him. "I want Eiji, please!" You whined.

He certainly wasn't in any position to deny you. Moaning, his hips bucked up against yours, muscles in his stomach flexing as his cum painted your walls.

This continued for a while, you pulling orgasm after orgasm from him. Whenever it became too much for you, you'd simply get between his legs and use your mouth.

By the end of your fun, all of your senses were filled with him. It was almost intoxicating how he sounded, how he smelled, and looked, and felt. How he tasted.

Placing kisses from his stomach to his lips, you took his hands in yours. "You did so good, Eiji.."

He whined, and now he was the once squirming. You'd drained him, giving him pleasure until he was cumming dry.

Lazily, he flipped you both over until he was lying on top of you, nuzzling his face into your chest.

You smiled, stroking his hair gently. "I'm gonna start taking a lot more care of you, Eiji. But soon, I'm gonna need to run the shower water."

"Mm. It's okay, Y/n, I can-"

"Nope. Not gonna happen, Eij. Not gonna happen."

#eijiro kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima smut #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #x reader #eijirou kirishima #eijiro kirishima #Smut

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missroserose · 1 year

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Wincest Wednesday: Who do you think initiates first? What’s that first time like? - unholyroad 💕

Oh, Dev. Come on, now. You know me well enough by now to know perfectly well that if you ask me an either/or question, almost without fail, my answer's going to be "both!" Depending on the day, the phase of the moon, which species of butterfly flaps its wings in Antarctica...it all just depends, really. There are as many potential beginnings as there are moments these two are alive. But here's one that comes to mind—

It's maybe nine months since Dean broke Sam out of Stanford (that's how he thinks of it, broke out, it sounds less dramatic than rescued and he privately enjoys the implication that Stanford was a prison holding his baby brother hostage) and Dad's disappeared from their lives again as quickly as he appeared, despite Dean practically begging him to stay. Dean's upset and angry and secretly, guiltily relieved because he won't have to play referee between Sam and John; and, being Dean, he's acknowledging exactly none of it.

He pushes on, until he and Sam are on some D-level hunt barely worth a mention, dispatching a couple of vamps—only there's more than a couple, there's a whole nest, and Dean just goes berserk. Kills several vamps, but leaves himself wide open, would've been killed if Sam hadn't managed to machete the head off of the vamp behind him. They get back to the motel, strip off their shirts, patch each other up as usual, and Dean's hitting the medicinal whiskey a little harder than strictly necessary when Sam takes it and throws the bottle against the wall, demanding to know what that was all about. Dean's shocked, maybe, and a little scared—it's probably the most emotion Sam's shown since Jess, certainly the darkest, and he's taken aback at just how quietly terrifying Sam can be, something about his size and presence that's grown in the years they were apart—and he mumbles something incoherent, but honest, something about Dad leaving, and how Sam's gonna leave, and everyone leaves him eventually.

And Sam, not above using his strength to advantage, hauls him up bodily against the wall, and says no. Not now. Not when we've just found each other again. Dean's confused, half out of his mind on endorphins and pain and alcohol and the rush of Sam's face being so near his, he knows Sam will leave again, that was always part of the plan and he's resigned himself to it and if he dies protecting him it's all right, it's the life, it's the fulfillment of his mission, take care of Sammy—but Sam's not letting him off that easy, he's too full of anger and grief, I put my girlfriend in the ground already, I'm not losing you too, and Dean swears he doesn't know where the impulse comes from, or who moves first, just that Sam's so close and real and alive in front of him, they're both alive, and who knows how long that'll last with demons gunning for them—all he knows is, they're kissing now, and he's clinging to Sam for all he's worth, clinging to him like he clung to him the night of the fire, like Sam used to cling to him in the backseat of the car during thunderstorms, like they've clung to each other for years and it should be wrong but it's not, it's the only way the two of them have ever been right, as close to each other as they can be—Sam's skin is sweet against his lips, Sam's fingers fumbling at the waist of his jeans is sweeter, but sweetest of all are the words Sam's whispering hot into his ear—you idiot, can't you see how much I need you, and for half a moment Dean wonders if the vamps did kill him, if this is heaven, because hearing those words from Sam flushes his skin with heat, flushes the world with light, flushes his entire body with euphoria, his heart and his cock both swelling beneath Sam's hands, Sam's fierce gaze, because Sam is his and Sam needs him and everything in the world is good and true and right—

#wincest wednesday #wincest #supernatural #my writing

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owo--bot · 3 years

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Loyal as a Dog // Sanzu Haruchiyo x FemReader

Chapters 1-3

wc: 4k (ish)

Tags: slowburn (the literal slowest), friends to lovers, coming of age, hurt & comfort, fluff, light and dark themes, plot heavy

TW // codependency, they're both semi toxic, underage drinking, obsessive behavior, untreated mental health issues,

A/N: 1. the beginning of this is rough, writing wise but it gets much better PROMISE, but if you see any mistakes in the beginning—no you didn't. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

A/N: 2. This was started before final arc canon / backstory was released so it won't be completely compliant with TR since they keep throwing me Sanzu based curveballs

Chapter One: 0

Loyalty pledged to the right cause equals a meaningful existence. Loyalty in healthy doses, knowing your own boundaries and how far they should be taken.

Where it should start and where it should end.

But that doesn’t exist here.

I will follow you blindly until the end, no matter where you go or what you become, I’ll always follow.

No matter what.

2004

“Hey Mr. Sanzu, would ya be sad if I died?” you asked, delivering black words merrily.

Side by side you're accompanied by a tattered boy whose prominent scars rested on either side of his mouth. The blonde walking beside you didn’t appear phased by the strange question, but this is to be expected; he’s been like this as long as you could remember.

“I won’t know until you’re dead.”

Painfully short he offered the worst answer, not breaking eye contact with the bustling streets of Tokyo.

Extending an arm out you shot him a thumbs down, displeasure dripped down your features, “well ya know, my heart would probably fall out of my chest if you died.”

“You’re exaggerating again.”

You answered with a grin as you trailed off to the edge of the sidewalk attempting to keep your balance as you walked. It only took a few moments for you to trip.

“Watch.”

Sanzu snapped, grabbing your arm until you could regain your footing. Your eyes widened watching a car fly by.

“Thanks Boss, nice save.” You clapped.

“Pay attention.” He scolded, flicking you on the forehead before he continued walking.

You brushed off the slight sting before following behind him. “See I knew you cared.”

Sanzu ignored your statement as you began rambling on, “Hmm… But now that makes two.” You spoke, scrunching your brows.

“What are you going on about now?” He asked, sounding as though he’d been at his daily limit with you.

“Ya know. Two people that I owe.” A grin crept to your face as you looked towards the blonde. “Don’t worry, I'll repay ya one day.”

“We’ll see.” Sanzu answered doubtfully.

It's only fair, I'll save you.

Chapter Two: Forever and a Day

I wanted things to stay like this forever.

There was a chill in the air as the floorboards creaked beneath a tattered futon. Arms and legs poking out beneath an assortment of blankets, every so often shifting your position. Incoherent words fell from your mouth, drowned out by a yelling neighbor who could care less about the thin apartment walls. It was only a matter of time before the room was filled with the clitter clatter of remaining neighbors readying themselves for the day.

Light filtered through the blinds basking over the shabby living space— currently occupied by two. One of which was not pleased by the current situation. Shoving a hand off of his face he let out in a low voice.

"Can we go one night without you ending up on top of me."

But the voice met deaf ears as you continued snoozing away, taking up the space of two futons messily shoved together.

"Hey, wake up."

The voice barked, leering down at your groggy expression.

"Early riser, as usual, Huh Mr. Sanzu." You yawned.

Propping yourself up and shooting a guilty smile at the sight of your sleeping arrangements, you felt the familiarity of blue eyes piercing into you.

"Ah, I'm sorry I'm sorry! I don't know how this keeps happening." Your hands shot up defensively, guarding yourself against the annoyed gaze of your roommate.

"Well, you know the penalty."

Sanzu stood up dismissively as he vanished into the bathroom.

"Okey-dokey!"

You shot up eagerly folding the futons, attempting not to inhale the abundance of dust being released. Upon hauling the mattresses into the closest you turned to rumble around in what minimally resembled a kitchen. The appearance of rust had begun coating the exterior of the refrigerator some time ago, you tugged on the handle revealing– not much. It was barren other than the presence of a few eggs left in a carton.

"This is… Fine!"

You smiled pulling out the remainder of food, this was a penalty that you wouldn't mind carrying out forever.

"Hey, your hair's getting kinda long. Want me to cut it?"

You stared at the blonde strands of hair that'd begun draping above Sanzu's shoulders. A smile took shape on your face, cutting his hair was something you'd always loved doing–

"I'm letting it grow out."

Sanzu answered, pushing his empty plate across the table signaling for you to clean it. You sat perched upon your seat, your typical silly demeanor fell from your face while pushing his plate back over to him.

"Ya don't like the way I cut it anymore?"

Push

"I didn't say that I just want to grow it out."

Push.

"Are ya gonna to tell me not to cook anymore next?"

Push

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Push

"And then once I'm not useful anymore you'll leave me."

"Don't make it short."

Sanzu shoved his plate over towards you one last time.

"'Kay! I'll just trim it."

A smile returned to your face, finally picking up the dish and hopping to your feet.

"You get stubborn about the weirdest shit."

Sanzu rolled his eyes as his gaze fell to a clock fixed upon the wall.

"It's almost time to go."

"Okey-dokey, time how fast I can get ready."

Setting down the dishes to dry, you zipped into the bathroom, closing the door with a bang.

The entire walk had been a balancing act, as your heels clicked with each step upon the black asphalt. You took baby steps in the unusual apparel, the dress you'd been wrapped up in just barely met the requirements of 'clothes'. With streets seeming to grow thinner as the pair approached their destination.

"Do I look cute?"

You giggled, as your legs continued to wobble; feeling as though you were relearning how to walk. You'd fallen several times by now to which Sanzu noted 'if you didn't want to fall you shouldn't have put them on until we were closer to the meet-up spot'. But by this point, you'd seen the shoes as a game more than anything.

"You're not supposed to look cute."

"Sorry, sorry, then do I look mature?"

You smiled in hopes of being praised.

"Not when you're walking around like that."

Sanzu directed his eyes at your legs, once again pointing out how you couldn't walk in them.

"I'll get it eventually, besides! Next time I think you should be the bait. You're pretty enough to."

"Not possible."

He answered, pointing to the scars that tugged at either side of his lips.

"But I think they're cute-"

Thud

You fell forward, feeling a slight sting trace along your hands.

"Are you okay?"

Sanzu looked down at you, reaching his hand out.

"I told you to take them off."

Nodding, you unclipped the straps taking hold of them in one hand as you reached out letting Sanzu help you up. After brushing yourself off, you began picking out the small pieces of asphalt from your palms before you began walking again.

"I'm gonna to be able to walk in these things one day."

You smiled holding up the pair of heels. It wasn't an over-the-top goal but it was a goal nonetheless. Truthfully you'd hoped you could've figured them out by now but–

"They're probably just too high for you," Sanzu pointed at the heel. "Try a shorter one next time."

"Okey-dokey!" You beamed.

Coming to a stop, Sanzu reached his hand out and pointed:

"There."

Of all the seedy motels you'd seen before, this one took the prize of: this-is-where-you-go-once-your-life-loses-all-meaning. A tackily lit sign reading: Red Pansy, a paint job that needed to be done ten years ago, a worn-out banner reading: low daily and weekly rates.

Yeah, this definitely seemed to be the kind of place you'd take a middle-aged man to get one-off for a cheap buck, or that's how he'd interpret it at least.

"Oooh, good pick!"

"I'll be here."

Sanzu looked over towards an alleyway, bags of garbage were sprawled out within the close walls. Reaching towards his back he gripped the handle of a wooden bat he'd kept stashed in his bag.

"Ya got it, boss!" You saluted.

Choosing to ignore your last statement Sanzu ducked down among the piles of garbage. You wouldn't say you were envious of the hiding spot he'd chosen.

You rehearsed your lines, thankful that your destination was a straight shot there and back. Putting your poor sense of direction into account, that alone could've had the potential to derail the entire plan.

It wasn't long before your gaze fell upon a man in his mid 40's, not breaking eye contact with the watch slung around his wrist. You checked the street sign above his head, which indicated without a doubt: it was him. Taking one last deep breath, you raised your free hang and called out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

"No, no I only just got here."

The man's manner of speech was formal, so much so that you wouldn't be surprised if he tried selling you something on the spot. You also found it odd he was wearing a suit. Do guys always wear this kind of thing when meeting sex workers? Or maybe he just got off work?

"If you're ready I have our reservations booked." You smiled, bowing your head slightly before guiding the meal ticket behind you.

"Did something happen?"

The man smiled, pointing at the pair of heels interlocked with your fingers.

"Oh yeah that... One of my heels snapped on the way over, sad right?"

This is an act.

"I'll pay you for new ones once we're done, how does that sound?"

"Wow you're so kind, I'd love that."

This is an act.

"How old did you say you were again?"

"Eighteen."

This is an act.

"Eighteen you say? You look much younger than that, not that I'm complaining."

"Night night."

You smiled, waving your hand at the man.

Crack

Chapter Three: I Don't Know You

I don't know you, I'm not quite sure if you're a good person or a bad one. The version of you I know makes me sick. I could even say you asked for this. But the version of me that you know must be on a whole nother level, huh? Cursing a person you don't even know the name of, maybe in the moment you even wished death upon me. But that's okay.

Your wife may love you, your parents may love you. Do you have children? I guess you could say they love you.

But at this moment I can't help thinking.

You deserve this.

"Night night."

Crack

Meeting his gaze, the man's eyes became clouded with confusion as his brows hitched. Sanzu emerged from the alley, weapon raised above his head. In a matter of seconds; the bat came down hard, making contact with the back of the man's skull.

Shock spread throughout his body as he tipped forwards clutching his head. Your body moved before your mind as you brought your leg up, launching your foot into his stomach. There was an ear-piercing silence that filled the air, before hearing the man slam down into the asphalt.

"Hah…"

You let out a faint laugh mixed with a sigh of relief as you looked down upon the incapacitated body. No matter how sure the methods had been, going through with something like this was incomprehensible to the typical civilian. But that wasn't to say you were absolutely confident things would go as planned. There was always the risk that the victim could be equipped with a gun or weapon while factoring in adults undoubtedly won in the strength category. So yeah, it felt pretty damn good to come out on top.

Adrenaline continued flowing through you as you knelt, guiding your trembling hands to search the man. Sanzu accompanied you as his hands made quick work of sifting through every pocket. The only noise to be heard was the sound of rustling fabric and the hushed inhale and exhale of each breath. Attempting to break through the silence, Sanzu pulled out a leather wallet from one of the pockets.

"I got it–"

Is what he tried to say but a firm hand reached up violently grabbing him by the neck.

No.

It took you a moment to process that this incapacitated meal ticket just woke up. Sanzu winced, feeling the man's nails dig into his skin.

The man just barely conscious slurred out, "you scrawny mother f–"

Desperately clinging to one of the heels laid out beside you, the shoe made splitting contact to the side of his face. Immediately you latched onto Sanzu's hand, yanking him up and taking off down the desolate road.

All you were capable of was trying to level out your breathing, shifting into a random alleyway that seemed far enough away from the previous location. Your feet stung from the abundance of gravel and stones you'd treaded on along the way.

"Hurry up and get changed."

Sanzu ordered breathlessly, placing the backpack on the ground next to him, turning away as he slipped the wallet out of his pocket.

"Okey-dokey!"

You answered still in the process of catching your breath, you began pulling the extensions, fake eyelashes, along with the other various accessories you had equipped stuffing them all within the bag.

"Is your neck okay?"

You asked as you began slipping out of the dress, feeling immediate relief being freed from the suffocating clothes.

"Yeah."

Sanzu answered as he began pulling out wads of money from within the wallet.

"All done!"

You crept over Sanzu's shoulder checking how much money the two of you had secured. It was… Wow. Was this guy insane? Who carries this much cash on them? Your eyes widened at the sight of bills in Sanzu's hand.

"We should be good for a while. Here."

Sanzu stuffed the wallet back into his pocket as he turned towards you, wiping your face off with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Hey!"

You squirmed as he continued pressing his sleeve down along your face.

"You're bleeding, and it looks like your nose is broken. Take a deep breath."

Your shoulder stiffened as Sanzu brought either side of his palms around your nose.

"Breathe out."

"Wait!-"

Tears formed in your eyes as you felt his hands tighten, bringing them down in a straight line, you bit down on the inside of your mouth trying to breathe through the pain.

"That should be good for now."

You were in too much pain to reply, but you knew it didn't make sense. When could you have broken your nose? During the fight, that man didn't so much as lay a finger on you so when did-

"Don't think too hard about it, everything happens pretty fast."

Sanzu rubbed his neck, marked up by evident bruising.

You nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes, your face was still left with a throbbing sensation as the two of you re-emerged from the alley.

Sirens could be heard in the distance as you continued walking, feeling the cold pavement beneath your feet.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want sushi!"

"Too expensive."

"You're a cheap date huh, Mr. Sanzu."

You put down the takeout on the table, heading straight to the bathroom as per Sanzu's orders. Sitting on the edge of the tub you winced as the boy bandaged your face, lastly giving you two cotton balls to stick up your nose.

"And to think I looked so cute earlier."

You spoke sounding somewhat nasally, staring in the bathroom mirror at the splint partially covering your nose.

"What a pain in the ass."

Sanzu tsked, as he began cleaning out the scrapes around his neck. As you watched, the idea of pressuring him into taking up the occupation of a back-alley doctor floated around in your mind.

"At least it was worth it right."

You leaned forward with a grin, recollecting the amount of money that'd fallen into your hands; even if it was by force.

Politician beaten and robbed: suspects are a woman estimated age of 18 along with a male likely similar in age. Details of the woman's appearance are listed below, while there are still no specifications on the accomplice. If you have any information please call the number below.

#sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #s:loyal as a dog

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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KAME-HAME FORGET ABOUT IT!

I would like to say thank you to mod taichi, mod rantaro and mod komaeda. I am the anon who was desperate, the one who struggles with academic issue, keep sleeping past midnight because of extra chores, and struggling with executive dysfunction. I don't know how to refer myself haha

It's funny, I saw the notification from your blog about my ask when I was REALLY in need of comfort unexpectedly. it was one of the worse day, I failed the selection to go to college I'm aiming for. there is an alternate way by taking a test but it was a huge and important thing for me, because other relatives would talk (or possibly brag) about how their children are doing wonderfully in academic stuff to my parents. I don't want my parents to feel embarrassed because of me. so of course, it gives me a LOT of anxiety. my heart is beating rapidly that my chest hurts so much.

Then I receive your response to my ask. It's very comforting, it calmed me down. I may teared up a bit. I really appreciate the advices, encouragements, and hugs. (I love hugs) Especially mod komaeda's advices. Thank you so much, I appreciate them. They really mean a lot to me. I didn't realize how much I needed all of these. To be honest, when I was re-reading my ask, I almost can't believe I typed all that. I didn't realize how much I struggled and desperate I am. It was truly a moment of weakness lmao

I've been struggling to respond your response because,, well. I'm still struggling haha. Unfortunately, after I send that ask, things are getting hella rough for me. It was one of those unlucky phase of time, where your days get worse each day, except this time is WAY worse because I'm going to graduate in a month and I have an important exam in two days. Then I got hit by other problems too like a member of my group project doesn't corporate so we were late to submit and it was even half done (it happened just a hour ago and it gives me an emotional breakdown because it was an important one but I'm fine now), I got blamed for something I didn't do (this happens a lot anyway but I'm very drained mentally and physically), I accidentally spat something that I've been keeping to myself to my parents and made them angry (I don't want to talk about my true feelings to them bc they only make me feel worse or worse, they get upset), more homeworks to catch up and more stressful stuff .

Basically anxiety is on my ass 24/7. It's the worst time of my life.

But whenever I hit rock bottom I would re-read your response and it lifts me up, you know? It always cheers me up reading your kind words about me, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes me feel hopeful haha. But I never felt this hopeful before. So I'm very thankful for it, and thankful for the other mods who work hard helping other people too who come to this blog. Because even though I'm still struggling and facing the worst time right now, I'm not doing as bad as before.

Is it alright if I ask for another hug? Sorry, this whole ask ended up with me venting again haha. But I really am doing not as bad as before... I guess I'm doing better. Step by step maybe. Again, thank you so much!!

( By the way, this is out of topic but... hopefully people who know me don't recognize me on this blog for this question haha (if they do then oh well. shrugs): which one does look scarier for you, Once-ler from Lorax or the character designs from the movie called Cats (2019)? I'm not hating the movie, my friend and I are having a lighthearted discourse about it. u_u )

(Neither. Neither one is even that scary at all, for I fear nothing ~ Mod Hajime 🍊🌈)

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O-Oh, welcome back, kiddo! Whoa, that’s quite the ask you got here. But it’s more or less an update, i-if I’m correct, and a decent one at th-that. Like you said, it’s all step by step progress, wh-which is still progress no matter how you look at it.

I-I hate to hear that there’s been a few extra bumps along the road since your last ask, b-but I’m at least glad to hear that you’ve been making some sort of progress. Progress is still progress, no matter what. I-I’m just glad that you came to us. I-I’m just some average programmer, but I will agree that Nagito and Rantaro did amazing. Nagito’s... quite the interesting kiddo, but he means well, and Rantaro’s a brotherly figure th-that everyone likes, one way or another. Me? Ah, well... I-I can at least give good hugs, I guess?

S-Speaking of hugs, I’d love to give you one. I-I can at least do that right, heh. I’ll give you as many hugs as you want, kiddo. I personally don’t mind at all.

Hey there anon, you don't have to worry about referring to yourself, I remember you just fine! Hey, how's that for awesome timing huh? I'm glad you could read our answers when you needed it. I'm sorry to hear that you were having a worse day, but hey, it sounds like there's a way to make that test up a different way, so I'd give your all to trying that route. Don't give up just yet ok? Damn, yeah, I'm no stranger to the whole family bragging thing, that's a whole lot of pressure I think both of us can do without. It's really thoughtful of you to worry about your parents in this scenario, but you can worry about yourself too ok? Regardless of what you do, they should still be proud of you, and if they aren't, they're completely oblivious to your intelligence level and the amazing things you can do. Aw, I'm smiling real hard hearing how much our response helped, I'm always worried that I didn't help, or I somehow made it worse. Not gonna lie, this did give me a confidence boost. Hey, it's ok, you were in a more emotional state. It wasn't a moment of weakness. Everyone breaks down like that from time to time, and I'm happy that we were here to help you at the time. So don't feel bad about that, you're only human, and it's ok to get like that.

You don't have to worry about having the perfect response either. As much as I wish we could, we can't automatically fix any anons' problems, we can only toss our two cents in and cross our fingers that it helps. The good news is that you came to us with your struggles again, so we can try to help some more. Eesh, yeah, those periods are never fun. Pretty sure Komaeda knows more about them than I do, but I can understand at the least. First of all, congrats on graduating! That's real impressive all by itself, so hopefully you can take some pride in that. Ugh, ok, wow, the second part of that. Damn I got hit with all the feels. I hate it when group projects go like that. I'm usually stuck with all the work, or the one who's up at one am trying to finish the damn thing. I think I'm getting kinda incoherent, so sorry about that. I'm glad you're doing better on that end though, hopefully things work out with that. Aw man, I'm really sorry to hear about the blaming thing. Is there any way to prove your innocence? I'm not saying go all class trial or anything, but is there any way for you to argue your case? Even if it happens a lot, that doesn't mean it's ok. You shouldn't have to get used to things like that.

Yikes, yeah I can totally relate to the last part too. I'm also the type to clam up about my feelings because I don't wanna make anyone mad, but that happens some times, and honestly you had every right to say how you feel. You're keeping this all in, and it's gonna take a toll on you. Yeah, that's a whole lot of stress for one person to carry. I'm really impressed you haven't crashed and burned under the weight, seriously, you're an amazing, strong, resilient/ person, and it just blows me away. Trust me, you're gonna get through this stressful time. You're getting close to the end of it, and I know that you're gonna make it through. Damn, I'm smiling and blushing now. I'm really really glad we were able to help you out that much. Good! It's not cheesy at all! I'm glad you're feeling hopeful! The little steps are just as valuable as the big ones, and the fact that you're at least doing a little bit better is fantastic. Of course you can have another hug! It's ok, we're here to listen to vents, so say whatever you want to, no one's gonna judge you, I promise. Yeah, step by step, that's how you do it.

Oh damn, that's an interesting question. Honestly, I unironically love the Lorax movie, so the Oncerler ain't scary to me. Cats however...that was a trip. I don't have a better way to describe it, it was just a trip. So the Cats designs are way scarier. Like if I met the Onceler in a dark alley, I'd be just fine, but if I saw a cat-human-thing in a dark alley, I'd run for the hills. However, if I met the onceler fandom in a dark alley, that's a whole other story. Ok, I think I'm rambling again, so I think I better stop talking. Keep making those small steps forward ok? You got this.

W-wow... my advice actually helped someone? Please tell me your joking, or better yet pinching me. I can’t believe my little words could affect you so much.... I think I’m tearing up... hehe. I gotta admit, Rantaro and Taichi did a better job than me! What else do you expect from two amazing Ultimates! Anon, I’m terribly sorry to hear that some things have turned up and made your life a bit more harder, but I want you to keep your chin up ok? You’re doing amazing Anon, I can truly tell! Having a partner that doesn’t help with group projects stinks too! It’s ok that you vented again, it’s always good to speak your mind when you feel bad! Helps to let other people hear to so they can help you! And hey, compliments from Taichi? So nice of you! Never heard myself being called an “interesting kiddo” it’s cute!

I thought you’d never ask! I’d love to give you another hug! As long as you’d let me, I get worried when people want to hug me since I’m utter garbage, but if it makes you feel Hope, then I’m happy to oblige! Ah, and the Onceler or the designs of cats? I’d say the cats, I remember everyone having the hots for the Onceler once, so he can’t be that bad, right?

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #taichi fujisaki #rantaro amami #nagito komaeda #mod hajime #mod rantaro #mod nagito

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turtlepated · 4 years

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Pate I'm drunk I want PateDew HCs pleeeeease

@pastelnacht

Oh are you now? Lol, well I will do my best to provide!

Let's see... PateDew is pretty open-ended so hows about I hit you with the half-formed vaguely self-insert WIP that’s been sitting in my Google Docs for weeks now:

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You’d been stressed out at work lately, stressed enough that two days simply wasn’t enough time to fully decompress. So when a couple of your coworkers invited you out for drinks after work, you decided to tag along. Why not?

The Roadhouse bar was a bit more… rustic than you’d expected for a bunch of office workers like yourselves, but it seemed like the perfect place to lose yourself and unwind for an evening. It was loud, both from the rowdy patrons and the jukebox in the corner, smelled strongly of cigarette smoke and cheap booze and greasy food. Not somewhere you’d ordinarily venture on your own, but it was a nice enough distraction.

After a couple beers you had a pleasant buzz going. Somebody at the jukebox set Don’t Stop Believin’ to playing and a cheer went up. Grinning widely you swayed back and forth in time to the piano overture and belted along to the first verse about the “lonely girl livin’ in a lonely world”, emboldened by the alcohol and the giggling of your colleagues.

You spun around, startled, when another voice chimed in just as loudly behind you, picking it up with the “city boy, born and raised in south Detroit”, meeting a pair of brown eyes barely discernible under a mop of messy brown curls.

And that was how you first met Dewey Finn, both of you belting along to the Journey favorite while other patrons booed and shushed you, pelting you with peanut shells while you both just laughed.

It didn’t take long to learn pretty much all there was to know about Dewey Finn: he was easy going, funny and energetic and sweet, practically lived at the Roadhouse, and he loved rock music more than anything else. Even when sitting down he was always tapping his foot or thumping his hand against his knee, keeping rhythm with the song playing in his head.

The two of you were fast friends and the Roadhouse became a regular watering hole for you. Dewey was fun and fascinating, so passionate about whatever topic happened to be under discussion that you couldn’t help getting excited right along with him.

You bonded quickest over your overlapping tastes in music. While Dewey considered himself more of a purist (classic rock being the pinnacle of human achievement as far as he was concerned), few things seemed to thrill him more than sharing his music with you. The two of you sat across from one another in “your” booth at the Roadhouse, tipsy and giggly, having swapped phones to compare playlists. As expected, Dewey’s phone was full to bursting with AC/DC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Van Halen, Guns n Roses, Rolling Stones.

“Oh my God,” he laughed, turning your phone around to show you the screen. “Are you serious?” You flushed, embarrassed, covering your face with one hand.

“Okay, look,” you began. “I didn’t get to have a Britney phase when I was a kid because I didn’t have any money to buy albums! And by the time I did Britney was considered cringey and I was too young to know that there’s no such thing as cringe! So I have to have my Britney phase now!”

Your rebuttal only made Dewey laugh harder, his cheeks rosy and his eyes glittering both from the mirth and the drinks. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Ah, I’m only messin’ with you! Though I’m impressed that you had like a whole defense just ready to go!” He turned his head, glancing around conspiratorially before leaning towards you over the tabletop, crooking a finger at you invitingly. Giggling, you folded your arms and leaned in on your elbows.

“Not like Britney needs a defense,” he admitted, grinning, rapping the flat of his palm on the table between you to keep the beat as he started singing. “My loneliness is killin’ me!”

Without missing a step you chimed right in, “And I, I must confess, I still believe!” By the time you got to “Hit me, baby, one more time!” you were both almost incoherent from a fit of laughter, ignoring the vocal annoyance of the other regulars seated around you.

Looking back, you considered that to be the moment you fell in love with Dewey Finn.

If you were honest with yourself, that moment was probably when the two of you first sang along with Steve Perry, but you couldn’t help feeling a little silly and even cliched. The whole “love at first sight” schtick.

In an ideal world, you could simply pluck up your courage and come right out and tell him how you felt. In an ideal world, he would tell you he felt the same way. The two of you might even exchange a tender kiss, if the romance in movies was anything to go on.

But the world was not ideal.

He did eventually tell you about the bizarre circumstances that led to his current job, which he so clearly loved and talked about constantly. Hearing the whole surreal tale, from start to finish, was a rollercoaster of subterfuge and deceit, plus a dash of identity theft and sprinkled with heartfelt personal growth. You joked with him that he ought to sell the story to a producer, get a movie deal. Jack Black would make a very believable Dewey Finn, you said, and he snorted into his drink.

So many unexpected things had come about for him as a result of his improbable plan; not just a job but a career, one that he was passionate about, that excited him every day! Reveling in the talent of his students, their eagerness to learn and explore, seeing them progress and get better and better… It was a feeling that he’d only ever experienced before when playing a show, but now he got to feel it almost every day! In his wildest dreams, he’d never have even thought of where he was now in order to have wished for it. If the kids, his amazing, talented, face-shredding students had come as a shock, then their uptight, pencil-skirted, no-nonsense, secret rocker principal had thrown him for the biggest loop.

It wasn’t until after the two of you had been friends for awhile (and after Dewey had thrown back a couple shots of tequila on top of his two and a half pints of beer) that he told you about Rosalie Mullins beyond “she’s my boss. Sort of.”

Even Dewey was willing to concede that he took her out for drinks initially as a ploy to get her to agree to let him take his “class” to the band competition. The kiss that followed their conversation at the Roadhouse had been impulsive on his part, he hadn’t even thought about it at the time, there had been more pressing matters on his mind. In the aftermath of his unmasking; between the threats of arrest and homelessness, his adolescent band rallying his spirits and delivering a powerhouse performance; so many highs and lows in such a short expanse of time, it wasn’t until Rosalie Mullins grabbed his face afterwards and kissed him that it even dawned on him that there might be something to it.

They’d gone out after things returned to normal, but after a few months of on-again-off-again they decided they were better as friends, as colleagues. Or rather, Dewey admitted a tad bitterly after finishing a third pint and another shot of tequila, Rose had decided they weren’t a good fit romantically and didn’t want to jeopardize their working relationship.

“I really liked her, though,” he said with a sigh, slumping in the bench seat across from you and toying with the empty shot glass. “Smart, classy, beautiful.” You sat with your arms folded on the tabletop, trying not to let it show that each word struck you like a knife in the heart, wanting to be supportive in the midst of his disappointment because that’s what friends did for one another. Regardless of what you were feeling, it was clear he was still carrying a torch for the principal and when he showed you pictures he had kept on his phone you could see why.

She truly was very pretty, very put -together, as stark a contrast as she could be in her perfectly tailored blazers and skirts to you in your jeans and T-shirts. You couldn’t help but feel ridiculous and petty, jealous of a woman you didn’t know, had never even spoken to just because the man you loved was still hung up on her.

It didn’t matter anyway, because whatever your feelings may be, Dewey obviously didn’t feel the same about you, not when his heart was still set on Miss Mullins.

You put it out of your mind, willfully ignoring it because at least you could still be his friend. No matter how heartsick it made you when his laugh or his smile made your heart swell and you wanted so much to kiss him but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t do that, it would ruin everything.

As the weeks passed it got… maybe not easier to bear, but you grew used to the gnawing ache inside and you learned to ignore it. You barely even noticed it anymore. Things began to change when Dewey left you a very boisterous and excited voicemail, telling you to meet him at the Roadhouse after work because he had “huge, unbelievable, amazing news!” You had no idea what he could be talking about but whatever it was he met you at the door, practically bouncing like a puppy.

In between corralling him into a booth and placing your drink orders with the waitress, you finally got him to calm down enough to tell you what he had to say.

“Every year the country club crowd throws this big charity fundraiser for the city, and since a lot of em are Horace Green parents or alums, this year the school is hosting the charity and School of Rock is lined up to play the whole event! Isn’t that awesome?!”

You beamed at him, his elation contagious. In the year since their formation and debut, Horace Green’s official student band (led by their music coach, Dewey Finn) had garnered a fair bit of publicity with their electrifying performance at the battle of the bands competition. Despite losing the contest, they had been the unequivocal crowd favorite and the school had enjoyed some very positive press in the midst of their growing popularity.

But a gig like this would elevate the band to a whole new level, Dewey animatedly explained. You couldn’t help getting swept up in his mounting excitement, almost giddy to see him so wholeheartedly invested in the project. Naturally, you offered to be of whatever help you could to help him pull off such an important show. The band deserved it, and so did he. And if it meant you’d be seeing a whole lot more of Mr. Finn in the coming weeks, well… that would just be a bonus.

#dewey finn #dewey x reader #dewey x self insert #school of rock #post cannon #if I decide to keep going with this it's gonna get angsty lolol #but I hope this is sweet enough to scratch your itch!

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I seriously super enjoy all these guys being hairy af, but just because i'm curious, and I've been obsessed with this in porn lately, can you write something about them being smooth? Specifically Derek? Or Sterek? If you don't find smooth guys very attractive, I completely understand!

While I do always write hairy men, and they are my preference, I don’t discriminate against my smooth guys out there-I went through a phase of shaving my legs for a while, and that alone was suuuuper nice, so I can see the appeal. It just so happens that I came across a photo that gave me an idea similar to this, so I’d be more than happy to give you a taste of what you’d like!

“Hold still.” Stiles mumbled, razor between his teeth as he smacked at Derek’s thighs, and spread him open again. Wider this time, fascination taking over for the fifth or so time since they’d started. Stiles wasn’t very hairy by nature- a quick passes over his fuzzy nuts, and deep in his crack, and he was good to go. Derek though…well. Derek was another story. His body hadn’t seen a razor since high school, and he swore by the fact that the hairy werewolf thing was bullshit, but Stiles would never buy it. You weren’t covered in thick hair from head to toe like that unless your werewolf genes were at play, he refused to believe differently. The point being here, that when he and Derek became curious as to what it would be like to have sex shaved, they hadn’t quite touched on how hard it would be to get that way.

Derek had flat out refused waxing, and was even apposed to a razor until Stiles suggested he do them both. Even then, the older man had been hesitant, until he’d seen the sure way he’d shaved himself- hand steady, lip between his teeth, long legs spread as he bent over in front of their wall length mirror. He was equal parts aroused, and appreciative that at least Stiles could have steady hand here. Grumbling incoherently under his breath, and hitching his legs back higher-grip on the backs of his knees slipping slightly, because no hair meant being as sweaty as he was made him just as slippery- Derek sighed, already over this entire situation. He hadn’t so much as thought of a razor touching any part of his body for so long, but then they’d come across that damn porno. Two men fresh from a wax, worshiping each other so intensely, the focus of it all being their smooth bodies, it stirred something in both he and his partner. He couldn’t imagine it would be something he’d want forever, and Stiles had already vehemently explained that if Derek so much as trimmed his massive bush once after it grew back, he’d have hell to pay. So this seemed harmless, and fun. Not so much anymore.“It’s so weird how much of your stink went away.” Stiles whispered offhandedly, so close to Derek’s now smooth sac- the peach sized balls jumping at the chill of the others breath, before dropping low again as they were licked-Derek letting out a soft moan as Stiles kitten licked them, the salty taste of the sweat literally dripping from them plumping up his own now smooth cock, as he angled himself the best he could to finish shaving Derek’s ass. Having to clean the razor a million and one times, but he was finally as smooth as the day he was born. Stepping back to admire his work after wiping the man down, Stiles smiled. Stepping back up to rub his small cock against Derek’s smooth hole, flushing at how easy it was to /see/ everything. They’d prepped a bit before doing all this, so there was no reason to pretend like they hadn’t done this for sex. He loved his mans fat hairy ass, but even Stiles could admit, it was so fucking hot watching his cock sink into that dark musky hole, holding one of Derek’s feet to the side of his face to breath in the sour smell of his foot funk as he fucked into him- his few inches working to tease Derek as it always did. His foreskin wet and sticky when he slipped a finger in to tease his slit, clenching around Stiles’ cock and grunting when the boy twitched and picked up the pace- just barely punching into his prostate on every other thrust, and Derek couldn’t take it. He was weak when it came to Stiles’ cock, so cute and so hot at the same time, and god did he know how to use it. But he wasn’t allowed to cum yet, apparently, as Stiles tugged on the wolfs nuts- wrapping a fist around them carefully and pulling them away from his body as he sped up even more- balls tightening up as his mouth fell open, and he panted, hunching over Derek to lick into his mouth as he filled the mans ass with his cum. Whole body twitching as his cock was milked of every last drop by Derek’s expert hole- softening to the point where there was no way he could keep him plugged. So he dropped to his knees beneath to man to eat his load back out. Even urging Derek to push, nibbling at his thighs as he watched the mans hole sputter and fart out his load. Fingering it back in, only to have Derek do it again. Twice. He got around to slurping it up eventually, and then it was Derek’s turn. He let Stiles do as he pleased, riding him happily for a while, before his blue balls were becoming too much, and he turned them on their sides, lifted their legs-growling at how Stiles’ cock spit when the older man let out an involuntary fart, loud and full of stink- and fucked into Stiles hard enough to make the boy loose his breath. Only when Derek came, was he able to take a full breath- relying on tight gasps and huffs of Derek’s armpit while his boyfriend fucked him to keep him alive. And his cock. Derek’s cock could keep anyone alive, and he counted his blessings every day he’d decided to gift it to Stiles. ((Ehehe this got a bit outta control I feel, but I like it, a lot actually, it was cute and fun! So I hope you like it nonnie, whoever you are!))

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #Sterek #asks

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