Ms.Moonlight🌙✨

You hear him shuffle around the room, your cats meowing at him as he takes off his clothes and goes to the bathroom. You see the light under the bathroom door, hear the shower turn on. You sigh tiredly, grabbing your phone and turning it on. You go to your blog, looking through notifications, new posts, just trying to pass the time. You’re responding to a mutual’s post when the shower turns off. You hear your blow dryer shortly after.

You wonder if he’ll be up for anything tonight. You can’t remember the last time you two had sex. Granted, you’d both been busy, and your schedules hadn’t been matching lately. It was still hard though. There were nights when you were alone that you had resorted to using your vibrator to please yourself instead of him. It wasn’t the same: the orgasms were never as intense or satisfying. It was no wonder that you were aching for him.

The bathroom light turns off and the door opens, Aizawa walking out, his hair in a loose bun and boxers over his hips. He sees your face illuminated by your phone and sighs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” you mumble, reaching for him. He finds your hand in the dark, kissing the back of it before leaning over you. He presses his lips to yours tenderly, lovingly, making your heart swell. You’re prepared to deepen the kiss when he pulls away, moving up to kiss your forehead.

“I’m gonna eat something real quick and then I’ll come to bed.”

“Okay…”

He squeezes your hand before walking away, leaving the bedroom. You sigh when he’s gone, laying down on your back and staring at the ceiling. Another attempt at initiating sex failed. You felt like such a loser when it came to these things.

Maybe he’s just not interested in you anymore. Maybe he met another hero that he finds attractive and he just doesn’t think of you that way anymore.

You cover your face with your hands, silencing your thoughts. You were just pent up. Yeah, that must be it. You were so eager to cum that you just weren’t thinking straight.

You turn to your nightstand, looking at the drawer, thinking.

After a minute, you get up, opening the drawer quietly and taking out your vibrator. You tip-toe to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, turning on the light. You find the floor of the bathroom, moving the bath mat beneath you as you settle in the limited space you have. You spread your legs open, finger moving to your cunt. You move your finger between your lips, finding your clit and brushing against it, sighing softly. You hadn’t touched yourself in, what was it, two weeks? You kept hoping that Aizawa would make a move during that time, but he hadn’t, and you were tired of waiting. You turn on the vibrator, biting your lip as it shakes in your fingers. You spread your lips and move it down to your cunt, gasping when the toy presses against your clit.

The sensation is nice, but you know it won’t fully satisfy you. Your best orgasms had always been pulled out of you by your boyfriend, toe-curling, back-arching orgasms that made you think you were on the brink of death. He always comforted you so well after them too, kissing you sweetly, reminding you how wonderful you were. You didn’t get all that with masturbation, but you were desperate and this would have to do.

You dip the vibrator towards your entrance, collecting your slick before taking it back up to your clit. The friction is okay at best, but it’ll do for now. You turn up the vibrator again, spreading yourself wider.

You think about your boyfriend as you focus on an orgasm. You think about Aizawa’s big, strong hands squeezing at your waist, molding the fat there as he pumps into you. You think about his thick cock filling you up so well, hitting the sweetest spots, making you see stars with each thrust. You imagine him laying you on the bed and kissing over your body, worshiping you, whispering praise as he tastes your skin. You don’t know if you’d rather cum on his cock or his mouth; either one would be wonderful, if only you had the chance to. God, and his voice, so deep and gruff: you think about him muttering sweet nothings into your ear as you wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him close, making him cum inside.

You can feel your orgasm approaching, slowly but surely, but your hand fumbles and you drop the vibrator. It rumbles on the tile floor, and you scramble to pick it up, turn it off. You wait, fear building as you worry that Aizawa heard. When he doesn’t call out to you, you sigh, feeling relief.

Suddenly, the door handle jiggles, and you jump.

“Y/N, why is the door locked?”

“I-I’m naked!”

“I’ve seen you naked a million times. You sleep naked. Why is the door locked?”

“I… I didn’t want Suki to jump and open the door!”

“You’ve never locked the bathroom before. What’s wrong?”

“I… I just wanted some privacy.”

He grunts, and you hope that you’re off the hook.

“I heard the vibrator, you know.” Your heart sinks and you curl into yourself. “Would you please open the door?”

You sigh, defeated as you stand up slowly, going to the door and unlocking it, opening it to peek out at him. He’s standing there with an unreadable expression.

“Why were you masturbating in the bathroom?” You squirm under his gaze.

“I… I just wanted to cum real quick.”

“And you didn’t want me to help you?”

You look up at him, throat closing.

“I… I didn’t want to bother you…”

He sighs, blinking slow. He pushes the door gently and you step back, letting it open. He stares at your face before his eyes glaze down your body. He looks back up at you and closes his eyes, sighing, reaching out his hand. You pout sadly, handing him the vibrator.

“No, not the toy, silly. Your hand.”

“Oh! Sorry.” You take the vibrator back and give him your hand. He turns the bathroom light off with his opposite hand, leading you back into the bedroom. He turns on the bedside lamp before crawling into bed with you.

“Come here,” he says, opening his arms to you. You feel tears well in your eyes as you worm your way into his arms, letting him wrap them around you and guide the both of you to the bed. “Why would you think you’re a bother?” You swallow hard.

“I know how hard you work, how tired you get. I wanted to let you go to sleep.”

“So you’d rather deal with it alone than let me help you?”

“I… I just don’t want to bother you when you’re exhausted.” He sighs.

“You know I’m never too tired to help you.” You hum, too upset to believe him right now. He holds you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. “You’re my girl. You’re my baby. I want to take care of you and make you feel good. I don’t care how tired I am: if you need me, I want to be there for you.”

“I… I don’t want to—”

“Stop it,” he insists, turning your face towards him, looking at you seriously. “Don’t think like that. You are not a bother. You are the love of my life and I will do anything to make you happy.”

The tears well and fall, and his face drops.

“Oh, baby, please don’t cry, I’m not mad—”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, hiding your face in his chest. “I-I don’t want to be a burden to you. I want to be perfect for you. I want to be easy-going and sweet and not bothersome—”

“Y/N, you’re already perfect.” He cups your chin and makes you look up at him. “Do you really think I would have spent all this time with you if I didn’t think you were perfect for me?”

You blink, then shake your head.

“No…”

“Exactly. I love you the way you are, Y/N, not the way you could be. You’re already the most wonderful person I’ve ever met; I can’t imagine anyone being better than you because it’s not possible.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Please believe me when I say that I love you in every sense of the word. You are my reason for living. I can’t lose you.”

You scoff, wiping your eyes.

“I’m worried about losing you.” He scrunches his face.

“What? Why?”

“What if you find someone better, hm? Someone smarter who’s skinnier with a better quirk or—”

“Okay, enough.” He holds your face with both hands now, looking at you sternly. “Don’t think about stuff that’s never going to happen. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re the one I want.”

“But what if someone else comes along and loves you and gives you everything you want—”

“Who is going to do that? And why should I care?” You huff, squishing your cheeks into his hands.

“You might realize how awesome Ms. Joke is and leave me for her.”

He groans, rolling his eyes and falling back onto the bed.

“I’d rather die than choose her over you. Being with her would be worse than hell. Jesus, even just talking to her for five minutes gives me a headache. What would make you think I’d go for someone like her?”

“I mean, she’s pretty and she makes people laugh—”

“You’re prettier, and you make me laugh just fine. I don’t need her dumb quirk to feel joy.”

“But—But maybe you’ll find someone else who is even prettier and funnier and—”

“What has gotten into you?” he asks, sitting up and staring at you. “Is it because I’ve been neglecting you? You haven’t cum properly in so long that you’ve forgotten your worth?”

“N-No, it’s—”

“Or are you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’ll try to prove you wrong?” he asks, moving over you, a hand resting on either side of your shoulders. “Is that it? You just wanna make me mad so I’ll take all my frustration out on you?”

“N-No, I—oh!”

His hand is on your cunt, squeezing your plush mound before dipping his fingers between your lips, prodding at your entrance.

“That dumb little toy barely made you wet. Is that what this is all about? You’re just so needy and neglected that you can’t help but think those bad thoughts?”

“I—no, I just—ah!” His finger finds your clit, rubbing circles around it. Your legs clench together instinctively, trapping his hand.

“Now, don’t do that,” he mumbles, pushing your leg open. “We both know you need this.” You whine, grabbing his other wrist and tugging against it.

“I need kisses,” you pout, giving him doe eyes. His lips twitch.

“Oh yeah? My baby girl needs kisses?” You nod, humming in response. His lip curls and he leans over you. “Well, I should give her what she needs, shouldn’t I?”

His lips press against yours gently, and you moan into him as you kiss back. You greedily open your mouth and nip at his lower lip, making him groan.

“Naughty thing,” he mutters, opening his mouth to lick over your lips. Your tongue meets his, swirling around each other hungrily. It’s wet and sloppy, but you need it like that right now. You need it messy.

His finger dips down towards your entrance, collecting your slick and bringing it back to your clit, rubbing it faster.

“That’s more like it,” he whispers against your lips. “This is much better than that stupid little toy, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan, hands massaging his shoulders. He hums.

“What does my baby like about it?”

“I like when you touch me,” you sigh, curling your hips up into his touch. “I like when you kiss me.”

“It’s better than some vibrator, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. I like making my baby girl feel good.” He kisses your cheek, down to your ear. “What else would you like me to do?”

“I… I want your fingers inside me.”

“That sounds more like it.”

His hands moves, his thumb pressing against your clit as his middle finger goes towards your entrance. He circles it for a moment, dipping the end in before taking it out. He huffs when you whine, kissing your temple.

“Hush, baby. I’ll give you everything you need.”

His middle finger pushes inside you, filling you up pretty well. You’re slick enough that there’s no strain. He curls his finger and you sigh in relief, resting your head back against the bed.

“Feel good?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Could be better?”

“Yeah…”

“I know. I know you like it better with two fingers.” You gaze up at him sweetly, resting your hand on his neck.

“Can you give me two?”

“What do you say?”

“Pretty please with cherries on top?” He chuckles, nodding.

“That’s better.”

He removes his middle finger, adding his ring finger and pushing them in slowly, making you hum in delight.

“Better, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” He hums, pressing his nose to your neck and breathing in deep.

“You smell nice. Did you shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you put on that lotion I like?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s why you’re so soft and smell so sweet. Fucking knew it.” You giggle, your voice hitching when he curls his fingers inside you, pumping them up into your sweet spot. Your legs clench as his fingers pick up speed, his thumb pressing into your clit roughly. Your stomach tightens, sinking in before stretching out as your back arches. Your orgasm is approaching quickly; he can tell.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, your breath quickening. “So close so soon: you must’ve been pent up for a while, huh?”

“Y-Yeah.” He hums, suddenly frowning.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you, Y/N. I won’t let it happen again.”

“I-I forgive you! Just make me cum!”

“Of course, precious.”

His fingers pump faster, your body jiggling with the force. You gasp, hands grasping anywhere they could, Aizawa’s body, the sheets. You could feel that familiar tingle within you growing closer, building up. It swelled within you swiftly, climbing fast, higher and higher until you hit your peak. You gasped, and suddenly you fell over the swell, moaning loudly as your cunt clenched around his fingers. He pulled you through it, slowing his movements to draw out your orgasm, massaging your sweet spot and pressing your clit rhythmically. You slumped to the bed, chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Satisfied?” You scoff.

“I’ll be satisfied when you fuck me.” He huffs, pulling out his fingers, sucking them clean.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that.” His hands brush against your knees, pushing your legs wide. “Just let me have a taste.”

He leans down to kiss your knee, pressing his lips to the side of it. He makes his way along your thigh, leaving soft kisses here and there, opening his mouth to lick at your supple skin. He introduces his teeth, nibbling gently before he unhinges his jaw and takes a bite. You whine unhappily, squirming as he holds you still, sucking your flesh into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. You see a faint bite mark left behind. He stares at you as he kisses it lovingly, licking over the small indents he made.

“You’re an animal,” you mumble.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He noses his way down to your mound, pressing himself into your hairy upper pussy. You cringe slightly.

“Sorry; I should have shaved.”

“You say that like I care.” He presses a kiss to your soft mound, looking up at you. “I love your bush.”

You roll your eyes, squeezing your legs against his cheeks, making him grunt. He responds by latching his mouth onto your opposite thigh, sucking a spot into it. You whine, pulling your legs apart, making him release you. He smirks victoriously, moving back to your mound. He presses another kiss there, his hands moving to your cunt, thumbs hooking over your lips and spreading you open. He sighs, his eyes hooded.

“You look so good,” he mumbles before diving in, tongue pressing flat against your clit. You suck in a breath, hands clenching the sheets as he licks the length of his tongue over you. He uses the tip to swirl around your clit before pulling his tongue away completely. He brings his lips to your cunt and kisses it sweetly, tonguing your labia, sucking them into his mouth. You moan, bringing your hands to your breasts and squeezing them, pinching at your nipples. You hear him groan, feel the vibrations against your clit, and you gasp. He pulls away, his fingers flicking your clit.

“You look so good when you touch yourself.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Mm-hm. Love watching you.” His fingers move from your clit to your entrance, pushing inside slowly. “Did you want to get kinky tonight? Should I get the nipple clamps?” You giggle, bending forward to push some hair out of his eyes.

“Nah. I’d rather just cum with you and go to bed. But you,” you poke his forehead, “gotta be extra and make me cum before you give me your cock.” He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your palm.

“Can’t help it. I like making you feel good.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You slump back to the bed and wave your hand. “Do what you gotta do.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Well, thank you for giving me permission.” You’re about to snap back with a remark, but his fingers curl and his mouth finds your clit again, lips wrapping around you and giving a hearty suck. The feeling makes you swoon, legs falling further open as he pleases your cunt.

“Can I tell you something?” you sigh, glancing down at him. His eyes glance up at you and he gives a grunt in response. You give him a sweet smile. “I love that you like giving me head.” He chuckles low against your cunt, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you. He pulls back for a breath, licking over his lips.

“It’s not my fault you taste so good,” he replies, staring at your cunt hungrily. “Best tasting cunt I’ve ever had.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“You know I never ‘just say’ anything. If I say it, I mean it.” You hum, inhaling sharp when his mouth goes back to you.

“Regardless, I’m grateful. Never met a man that was so eager to lick a cunt.”

“Must’ve met a bunch of shitty men,” he mumbles into your cunt.

“Yeah.” You reach for his free hand, tangling your fingers together. “I got real lucky with you.”

His eyes soften, but he works harder at your cunt, licking and sucking your clit swiftly while his fingers move faster. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him, your stomach folding. He pushes your mound up towards your stomach, giving him better access to your clit. He slobbers over it, sucking up his spit before pulling back and spitting on your clit, going back and slurping it up again. It’s positively lewd, and it makes your cunt clench around his fingers.

“I know you want it,” he mumbles into you. “Just give it to me already.”

You huff, biting your lip and focusing on the sensations he’s giving to you. His strong, firm fingers, his warm, wet tongue: it was making you unravel. You wished he could be hit with a quirk that multiplied him, made exact copies of him that could all ravish you at the same time. You wish one of them could fuck you while another licked over your clit, another kissing you passionately. You wished they could fill all your holes at once, praising you all the while, telling you how good you were being for them.

The thought of being devoured by multiple Aizawas has you keening, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself get closer. He can feel you clench around him, so he curls his fingers tighter, massaging your sweet spot with each thrust, lavishing your clit with licks and kisses. It all feels so good, so delicious, pulling you closer and closer until you’re gasping, reaching the precipice and falling over, cumming on his fingers. You feel yourself sinking, falling back to Earth.

But he doesn’t stop.

“Shou,” you call out to him, putting your hand on his head. “Shou, stop, I came.”

“I know,” he mumbles, looking up at you. “Give me another.”

“What?” You push at his shoulder, but he won’t move. “No, I’m being serious—”

“And you think I’m not?” he asks, pulling away, licking the slick smeared across his lips. “I’m telling you to cum again.”

“Shou—” Your voice hitches when his lips go back to your clit, sucking it hard. “Shou, I can’t—”

“You can,” he moans into you. “Just one more, baby. That’s all I need.”

“Shou—” you cry, legs tensing as another climax quickly approaches. “Shou!”

He groans, the vibrations hitting you and making you gasp, falling back to the bed. You bite your lip, moaning, back arching as your orgasm creeps closer. You reach above your head, clawing at the sheets, chest heaving as you reach the edge. His fingers pump into you fast, almost aggressively, and his mouth is working hard at your pearl, urging you closer to bliss.

It doesn’t take long. You’re already wound up from your previous orgasm that within just a few moments, you’re falling over another peak. You slap at the bed, letting out an almost pained moan as you cum again. Your legs threaten to close, cunt tingling as he slows his ministrations. You’re twitching as he leaves little pecks against your clit, sliding out his fingers before he pulls away completely.

“See?” he says, sucking his fingers clean. “I knew you could do it.”

“You’re a madman,” you pant, eyes hazy as you look at him.

“I’m not mad. Lustful, passionate, horny: yes, but not mad.”

You scoff, shaking your head. Aizawa crawls over your form, stopping when his face is above yours.

“You want to keep going? Or are you all done?” You wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his loose hair around your finger.

“I wanna make you cum.” He huffs, leaning down to peck a kiss to your lips.

“It won’t take much,” he admits, sitting up on his haunches.

“Good! Less work for me.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, standing up from the bed. He pushes down his boxers, his dick bobbing as he steps out of them. He puts his knee back on the bed, grabbing his pillow, before pausing.

“Let me get a towel,” he mutters before getting off the bed again, leaving the room to go to the hallway closet. You hear the door open and close before he comes back with a towel, shaking it out. He returns to the bed, kneeling in front of you, grabbing the pillow again.

“Lift your hips,” he commands, and you do as he says, planting your feet and pushing your hips upward. He places his pillow beneath you, situating the towel under your hips before patting your thigh. You lower your hips to the pillow, elevated now. He inches closer, positioning himself in front of your spread legs.

“You ready?” he asks. You nod in response, and he nods back at you. He grabs his cock, shifting forward to press the head against your cunt. He breathes in slow and deep as he smears the head of his dick over your slick covered pussy before lining himself up with your entrance. He holds his breath for a moment, letting it out as he pushes in. He groans, moving in slow, hanging his head as he does so. When his hips meet yours, he’s breathing heavy, not looking at you. You instinctively clench around his cock and he puts a hand on your hip, squeezing.

“Don’t,” he warns. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

“You’re that close?” you ask, in awe. He nods, loose hair hiding his face. “Wow… You must really like me.” He barks out a laugh, finally facing you.

“We’ve been dating for two years.”

“Yeah, isn’t it crazy? Two years and I still make you like this. That makes me feel really special.”

“You are really special.”

“Aww,” you wave your hand, the opposite one touching your cheek. “Stop, you’ll make me blush.”

He snickers, lowering himself over you until your chests touch. He stares at you with a soft smile, knuckles brushing your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“You’re like a little kitty cat,” he mutters, pinching your cheek gently.

“Is that your way of saying you love me?” He huffs.

“Yeah.” He brushes his nose against yours. “I love you.” You smile, sincere, cupping his face with your hands and kissing him on the lips. He kisses you back tenderly, eyes hooded when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “Now, make love to me.”

He inhales shakily, smashing his lips to yours again. He pulls out, pushing back in with such force that you dig your nails into his shoulders. He starts a steady pace, hips thrusting into you rapidly, smacking against you. His hand sneaks between the two of you, fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it quickly.

“Mm-mm,” you pull away, grabbing his hand and removing it from you. “No, baby. Enough for me. It’s about you now. I wanna make you feel good.”

He exhales, nosing your cheek.

“Making you feel good makes me feel good.” You hum, hands trailing along his back, scratching lightly, making him shiver.

“But doesn’t it feel good to just let loose and chase that sweet release?” Your hands smooth over his sides, along his abs and over his chest. “Isn’t it nice to focus on yourself and making yourself cum?”

“It’s not the same,” he sighs, but he’s still thrusting fast. “It’s not as good if you don’t feel good too.”

“Aww,” you coo, leaning up to kiss along his jaw. “My big, strong man just wants to make me feel good, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, bucking his hips quicker.

“Such a sweetheart,” you curr, moving your lips down to his neck, nibbling and sucking the flesh into your mouth. “You’re so, so good to me.” He draws in a quick breath, stifling a moan.

“If you keep talking like that, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“That’s the plan, baby,” you purr, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Now, why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed cumming for me?”

He grunts, tucking his face into your neck before slamming his hips into yours, making you squeak in surprise. His arms snake around you, holding you close as he thrusts wildly into you. You moan with each thrust, dragging your nails over his skin, leaving red trails behind. He hisses at the sensation, groaning low in the back of his throat. He pulls back, holding himself up with his hands, staring down at you.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes, fucking you harder. “So fucking pretty.”

“You’re so hot,” you moan, running your hands to his shoulders. “So handsome. I got so lucky with you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” He tosses his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, looking back down at you. “You’re so perfect.”

“C’mere,” you whine, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. Your tongues press into each other, swirling around one another before you pull his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. He lets out a broken moan, his hips stuttering. You let him go, and he’s looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“I’m close,” he whispers.

“Good,” you breathe back, pressing your forehead to his. “I want you to give it to me. I want you to fill me up.”

He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. He grabs your hip with one hand, the other holding him up as he fucks you ferally. You gasp with each thrust, holding the hand over your hip, the other pressing into his shoulder. His eyes open slowly, falling onto you, his lip sucked between his teeth.

“I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” you urge him. “Cum for me, Shou. Cum inside me.”

He chokes on a moan, his jaw going slack. His hips falter, slowing, and you feel warmth bloom in your cunt. The two of you still, breathing heavy, staring at each other. He squeezes your hip, pulling out, his eyes flickering to our cunt.

“Shit,” he curses. “That’s a lot.”

“Lemme see,” you say, propping yourself on your elbows, trying to look over your mound unsuccessfully. He leans over towards the nightstand, grabbing his phone. He clicks on it for a moment before pointing it towards your cunt, taking a picture. He turns the phone towards you, showing you the photo.

“Damn,” you say, taking the phone and staring at the picture of your cunt oozing with his cum, spilling down between your ass cheeks and onto the towel. You analyze it as Aizawa wipes you with the towel, cleaning you off. “That’s pretty impressive,” you say.

“Good thing you’re on birth control. That would’ve definitely gotten you pregnant.”

“Does that turn you on?” you ask, giving him a mischievous grin. He shushes you, turning and tossing the towel towards the hamper, sighing when it hits the edge and flops onto the floor instead. He pulls his pillow out from under you, dropping it back at the top of the bed. He starts pulling at the sheets, tugging them down halfway before he reaches for you. You grab his hand, rolling and shimmying over until you’re on the fitted sheet, worming your way under the comforter. He lays down in bed beside you, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Immensely,” he sighs, pulling his hair tie out and putting it around his wrist. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his form. “You ready for bed?”

“I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

“I just wanna cuddle and chitchat for a bit.” He hums, laying down on his back and pulling you into his side. You throw your leg over his hips and he grabs it, tugging you ever closer, his other arm around your waist. You sigh, curling into him, smiling softly and closing your eyes.

“So,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “what do you wanna talk about?”