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reeve being anxious about one thing or another but vincent and cid (and yuffie and shelke, sometimes) are always there to help him
always catching when he's overthinking something
dragging him away from wro hq to go out with them for dinner
being with him after some sort of scare, so he knows they're all okay
helping him get through panic attacks, if and when he has them
yuffie sends him updates when she's away in wutai, or on a mission
shelke updates reeve on cid and vincent, since neither of them are technology experts, and she's with them all the time anyway.
cid likes to have reeve "help" him bake (reeve just sits there, and they talk, mostly.)
vincent takes naps on reeve when he's home, since reeve always seems to worry the most about vincent.
just met paul and crashed out
MomNight and Eri HCs!
This is my corner of the internet where what I SAY GOES. SHUSH.
Midnight never wanted kids. She had an image to maintain.
THAT ALL CHANGED WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED Eri moved into the teacher dorms
SHES THE COOL WINE AUNT. YEAHHHH
As the only female in the staff, Midnight INSTANTLY was determined to be Eri's role model (before you say 13- I've never seen such a nonbinary character in my entire life dawg. 13's gender is literally void.)
She is the babysitter. Aizawa, Mic and All Might are all exTREMELY BUSY with their fuckin schedules so Midnight fills in!
Midnight gives the best gifts! She understands what Eri likes best without needing much explanation
She buys so mANY CUTE ACCESSORIES FOR HER!!!
Eri thinks she's so pretty but doesn't exactly know how to talk to her after being basically only exposed to dudes up to this point
Eri attaches herself to Midnight when she sees her genuine smile- like the small closed eyed one
It reminds her of her mom :,)
Its also the one of the reasons Eri doesn't smile like Aizawa or Mic. Imagine this 6 year old with either of their smiles- I dont know which would be scarier tbh-
She's got colored nails! SHE ALSO WANTS COLORED NAILS!!!
Eri learns so much and ends the day with pastel pink fingernails with small stickers on them. She spends a lot of time just looking at them, a small smile on her face.
When they spend time together, she tells her funny stories about Mic and Aizawa when they were students
Eri just sits quietly and listens- brO SHE FEELS LIKE A DELINQUENT OR SOME- liKE THESE EMBARRASSING ASS STORIES ABOUT HER GUARDIANS- SHES NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT MIC DEAFENING THE WHOLE CLASS CAUSE OF AN ANT THAT TURNED OUT TO BE FUCKING LINT BUT SHE DOES NOW-
These stories help her laugh more- she was previously scared of laughing at adults, yknow?
Aizawa and Mic are glad for that but goddammit Kayama- SHE DID NOT NEED TO SEE THEIR YEARBOOK PHOTOS-AUSDHAOUH
PLEASE NOT THE HALLOWEEN DRESSUP PHOTOS
Midnight calls her sugar(cube) or like other sweet nicknames
WHEN ERI GROWS UP MIDNIGHT IS MOM MODE x 10.
SHES IN THE FRONT FUCKING LINES.
Someone fucks with Eri, bro-
Midnight is known to knock people out with her quirk.
Not this time.
Hands are f l y i n g.
She's just- "hold my earrings, my shoes too- thank you, sugar"
Midnight basically helps ALL the girls feel comfortable about their body, Eri is NO DIFFERENT.
Midnight also will also make sure Eri doesn't feel self conscious about her scars. Eri isn't because of Aizawa and Midorya but she appreciates it none the less!
IF ERI IS INTERESTED IN MAKEUP- YOU KNOW DAMN WELL MIDNIGHT IS HELPING HER GET READY.
For every event. Midnight helps her get ready.
Imagine Eri having a date. You have to get vibe checked by ALL the teachers but when I say Midnight gets serious. She gets serious.
Just as terrifying as Mic. I honestly think Aizawa trusts Eri's judgement and doesn't bother getting involved in this so yeah!
Eri goes to her for the best advice on life being a girl in general
Sometimes that means telling the truth but Eri admires the realness Midnight brings to the table.
DID SOMEONE SAY GIRLS NIGHT????
Midnights taking her away from the teachers dorm so that they can have a spa day or something
Be financially irresponsible for a good day
"Um- Kayama-san... I love this but- I don't know... This dress is really- expensive..."
"SUGARCUBE- DARLING, NO, YOU LOOK GORGEOUS. TAKE IT- I'LL PAY." Midnight says holding 5 more dresses she thinks suit Eri
Straight up when Eri comes home from school one day, there's just a pile of bags on her bed and a note "Little something from your favorite aunt ♡"
Eri still kept that handheld mirror Midnight gifted her at her first Christmas :D
part two, you dirty birdies. go read this first to catch up! summary: A city-wide blackout leads to some questionable decisions on Eraserhead's part: for four nights in a row now, Aizawa Shouta has been watching you get yourself off. Is tonight the night he joins in? pairing: aizawa shouta x citizen!reader wc: 2.4k (oops) content warnings: SMUT mdni, dark content, stalker!aizawa, voyeurism, dubcon, power imbalance (pro hero/civilian, ya know), obsessive behavior, voice kink, dirty talk, blindfolds are involved, piv sex, oral f!receiving, spanking, dom/sub elements but not explicitly stated, aizawa's big dick, creampie, unprotected sex (do not do this!!! especially with strangers!!! this is fiction!!!)
Aizawa knows he shouldn’t go back.
It was already enough of a risk to hear your voice; that he's considering confirming his identity with you should have alarm bells blaring in his head.
But logic abandoned him hours ago.
Your message, come back tomorrow <3, blinks in his head. At this point, he’s just waiting for the city to fall asleep so he can slip out along the ledge and head straight to you.
Part of him is bizarrely nervous to replace the distance with reality, but the thought of never feeling your weight on top of him erases all arguments.
As soon as night falls, he winds his capture weapon around his neck and slides out into the dark.
All day long, you’ve been aching and hot, sliding your thighs together under the desk at work to relieve some of the pressure.
There’s no guarantee he’ll come back. You’ve told yourself this ever since you woke up gasping for breath, rocking your hips against a pillow.
It’s like he possessed you, you muse on the train ride home, the force of the train cars rattling your already frazzled head. You’ve never felt this way in your life, desire snapping and fizzing under your skin.
Your apartment looks exactly the same as when you left, straight down to the kicked-over coat stand you’d jostled on your way out the door. It’s all so maddeningly ordinary that it takes everything within you not to scream.
It’s almost like last night didn’t happen at all.
“No need to sigh like that, sweetheart.”
His voice comes from behind you. Fear zips up your spine like dynamite sparking, your stomach bottoming out in one fell swoop.
He’s here.
Something winds around your wrists and face, obscuring your vision and tugging your body back. You collide with someone who smells like cedar and books and black coffee.
You breathe in his scent as the fear melts to excitement, to anticipation.
He’s here.
“Miss me, sweet girl?”
You’d think huffing him in like a fucking croissant would be a dead giveaway.
“What’s with the blindfold?” you ask instead. Angling your head in various ways does nothing. He made sure you can’t make him out, only confirming your previous hunch. He’s a pro, and he sure as fuck doesn’t want anyone to know he’s sneaking into girls’ apartments and fucking them stupid.
“You’re smarter than that.”
His voice is even better in person; you can feel the rumble of it against your neck. He loosens his hold on the cloth binding your wrists. Your hands naturally settle on the broad expanse of his chest.
He says the next thing nice and soft, “We don’t have to do anything.”
You understand the out for what it is, but you’re willing to sacrifice your sight for a taste of what he offered you yesterday.
“I’d like to do some things,” you say, and he huffs a laugh. “I don’t know what you did to me, but if you don’t touch me in the next few seconds, I feel like I’ll pass out.”
You don’t even realize you’re grinding yourself on his thigh until his hand splays across your hip, stilling you. Flipping you around, he cages you against the door, teeth scraping down the side of your throat.
“You don’t know what I did to you?” He punctuates the ask by kicking your feet apart with the heel of his boot. Your pussy clenches around nothing, a keen high in your throat. “What about what you did to me? Feels like I’ve got you floating around my fucking bloodstream.”
With a growl, he scoops you up and pins you against the door with his hips, mouth bracketing over yours.
“Can’t get your pretty little noises out of my head,” he says against your lips, sounding like a man at a confessional. His hips jerk, the length of his erection pulsing between you. “Can’t stop thinking about that pretty picture you sent me.”
He laves at your collarbone with his tongue, hand resting in the hollow of your throat. The gentlest squeeze elicits your softest sigh. He grunts at the sound, thick fingers applying more pressure before falling to your waist and locking you in place. His breath skates over your cheek; you feel the rasp of stubble on your skin.
“Let me take you to bed, sweetheart.”
God, his voice makes your knees fucking buckle. His forearm is tight around your back, holding you close.
“Please.”
You don’t recognize that whine as your voice; you’ve never sounded this eager, never felt this aching pulse in your core the way you do now. You need him to mold your insides to the shape of him, to pin you down on the mattress and take you.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. You don’t know him, not really, but you like this aspect of his personality. He makes his want for you tangible, so sharp you can practically taste it in the air. It’s like he’d rather die than leave you unsatisfied, and honestly, you don’t think anyone’s made you feel like that.
You can’t help liking it.
He taps open the door to your room with the toe of his boot. Lips slanted over yours, his tongue presses behind your teeth, licking into your mouth in the filthiest kiss you’ve ever shared with someone. It’s a sloppy clash of teeth and tongues; your hands fist in his hair as he caresses his thumbs over the skin of your hips.
“Take your clothes off.”
You obey just as you did on the phone, the rush to do so shooting a wave of heat over your face.
“That’s my girl, fuckin’ eager for it, huh?” You wish you could see his face; you want to match the feral snarl you hear with an expression. He sounds like he’s enjoying it, standing in front of you fully clothed while your arousal drips down your fucking legs.
You cross your legs together and he laughs, the hot span of his hands splaying over your hips as he tugs you to him.
“I know you’re needy, baby; you’re already doin’ so good for me. You listen just a little longer and I’ll make sure this pretty little pussy of yours gets the treatment she deserves, okay?” He cups your cunt in the palm of his hand; immediately, you rock against him, the meat of his palm bunching over your clit. He spanks your ass sharply. “Get on the bed and spread your legs open.”
Your muscles are shaky; your thighs tremble as you settle on the bed. You’ve never wanted to be able to see more than right now, spread out and vulnerable underneath a stranger’s gaze.
Before doubt can blare in your head, you hear him, “Fucking Christ, sweetheart, look at you. Absolutely gorgeous.”
His knee dips the mattress; his hands pry your thighs apart obscenely.
“She’s prettier up close,” he says, and then sucks your clit into his mouth.
You buck your hips into his face. He holds you down with his other hand and sucks harder. The sound you make has pre-cum spurting from his cock.
He’ll fucking cum like this if he’s not careful, rutting his hips on the sheets with your thighs choking off his air supply.
Worse ways to go, all things considered.
“You’ve been pent-up for a while, hmm?” He turns his head to kiss at the soft skin of your inner thigh, slick shimmering in the moonlight. He almost wishes his stubble were longer so he could capture more of your scent.
You smell so fucking good; he inhales and runs his teeth up the inside of your thigh, biting and sucking, grinding your clit on his nose. You whimper and lock your hands on his hair, silently begging for more.
He runs the flat of his tongue over your clit before breaking away. His dick jumps at your growl of frustration.
“Let’s stretch you out on my fingers first, pretty girl. I wasn’t just talking myself up yesterday.” He coats his fingers in your arousal, inhales the musky sweet scent of you like a drug. “You’re gonna need a little prep before you can take me.”
He sinks two fingers in. Your cunt sucks him in, gummy walls immediately clamping down. He drops his forehead to yours, thinks wildly about ripping away the blindfold, of forcing you to hold his gaze while he makes your pussy gush on his hands.
“More,” you cry out, and he obliges, working three fingers in, twisting and pressing and stroking, listening to your small gasps, waiting for the breath in your voice to catch. "Sho, please—"
Aizawa bites down on his lower lip when your back bows, fingers scrabbling at his forearm, holding his hand in place as you rock back and forth on his fingers. One little pinch of your clit and you’re sobbing out his name.
He lopes an arm under you and pulls you to him. Your breath comes out in shuddery little gasps.
“All good, sweetheart?”
You nod against his neck, already nosing at his throat for a kiss.
He doesn’t know what possesses him.
“I’ll let you take off the blindfold if you get on your hands and knees.”
The noise you make is so embarrassingly eager you almost cringe.
You might see him.
You arrange yourself as he asks, wiggling your ass and arching your back. You gasp when he palms your hip, pulling you back against his clothed cock.
"Can I take it off now?" you try to ask as coy as you can, but you just sound like a fucked-out mess. He feels big. You saw the picture but it's nothing compared to feeling the ridge of his shaft pulsing along the cleft of your ass. You choke on a groan, undulating your hips in a desperate move to calm the ache in your lower belly.
He grunts behind you and palms the back of your head. “Eyes forward, or you aren’t getting fucked. Understand?”
You nod into the mattress, not trusting your own voice.
"Words, princess, didn't we talk about this last time?" His tone is between condescending and tender and it's making your insides turn to fucking goo.
"I understand."
"Good."
You hear the clink of buckles, the rustle of a zipper.
"I'll only keep my eyes forward if all your clothes come off, though."
You know you're pushing it, pushing him, but fuck, you need his skin on yours so you can sear him into your fucking brain.
You squeal at the crack of pain when his palm collides with your ass.
"Mouthy tonight, honey?" There's his hand again, collaring the back of your neck. You throw your hips back at him; he spanks you again. "Fuck, you know what you're doin', don't you? My little cocktease want her pussy stuffed that badly?"
No one's talked to you like this. No one's ever said exactly the sort of profane filth you've longed to hear.
"Yes," you sob out.
"The clothes come off then, you little brat."
When he settles behind you, the hot ridge of his dick slides between your folds and you jerk back into him. The blindfold falls away.
"Goddammit," he growls out, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. "Fuck, you're soaking wet, baby. Can already feel her trying to suck me in, isn't that right?" He palms your lower belly. "You're gonna feel me right fuckin' here. I'm gonna be so deep inside you you'll forget about everything but me, you understand?"
His cockhead tips into your fluttering hole. Fuck, he is big. You peer back between your tits at where he's disappearing into you. The girth and length of him makes your stomach bottom out.
His hand pushes down on your lower back, bowing your ass up.
"Don't run away, let me work my way in, huh? Make my pretty girl feel so fucking full." Another inch of him slots inside you. The stretch of it burns slightly, but the pain recedes when he rubs little circles on your clit. "Fuckkkk, baby, you have any idea how perfect this tight little pussy is? Feels like you're suckin' the life out of me."
The drag of his cock inside you makes your eyes cross. With every thrust, he rubs the head of his dick on your g spot, hand locked in a possessive clutch on your lower belly.
"Put your hand here, feel where I'm fucking you." With one hand on top of yours, he presses down hard. You buck, the sensation almost too much. "No one else is ever gonna have this pussy, you hear me? It's fucking mine, sweet girl, mine to fuck, mine to feast on, mine to fill up with cum—"
The heel of his hand grinds down on your clit and that's all it takes before your orgasm collapses your lungs and shorts out your brain. Everything detonates, star-bursts of pleasure exploding in your core until tears stream down your face.
His rhythm barely falters as he fucks you through it, mouth hot on the back of your neck. "Keep goin', princess, you can cum again, can't ya? One more time, just for me. There's my fuckin' girl, milk every fucking drop out of me, fuck—"
You can only imagine the milky ring of cum and arousal coating his cock as he wrenches another orgasm from your tired body. His dick pulses inside you, a guttural moan reverberating from his throat so deeply you practically feel it in your gut.
He stays inside you for a few more moments, both of you catching your breath. When he slips out, you groan at the loss.
"Be right back, sweet girl. Blindfold goes back on, too."
He laughs when you pout, cloth obscuring your vision once more.
When he comes back, he dips a warm cloth between your thighs, swabbing away the gooey mess. You're so sensitive you hiss out a sharp breath. He presses a glass of water into your hand. You gulp it down with gusto.
"I already blocked off where I came in from," he's saying, and you can't help but roll your eyes even if he can't see the motion. You wonder how he chalks up this whole excursion in his stupid pro hero head.
"Don’t want anyone else getting to me or something?"
He clears his throat. "Or something."
The scrape of your window sounds. "I'd start locking these if I were you."
You know he's gone when the cloth whips away from your face, the flutter of your gauzy white curtains the only proof he was there.
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questions I think would be fun to be asked
what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
show us a picture of your handwriting?
3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
what made you start your blog?
what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?
what scares you the most and why?
any reacquiring dreams?
tell a story about your childhood
would you say you’re an emotional person?
what do you consider to be romance?
what’s some good advice you want to share?
what are you doing right now?
what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?
what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?
if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
name 3 things that make you happy
do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?
favourite thing about the day?
favourite things about the night?
are you a spiritual person?
say 3 things about someone you love
say 3 things about someone you hate
what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?
fave season and why?
fave colour and why?
any nicknames?
do you collect anything?
what do you do when you’re sad?
what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?
are you messy or organised?
how many tabs do you have open right now?
any hobbies?
any pet peeves?
do you trust easily?
are you an open book or do you have walls up?
share a secret
fave song at the moment?
youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?
any bad habits?
(this post was stolen from @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak, since it couldn't be reblogged anymore)
I like how awkward and unsure of himself Saru is and how confident and soft T’Rina
And she is assertive in her own way and this is EXACTLY what he needs
They are such a perfect couple!