#but it is so genuinely not their problem it’s mine & it’s pissing me off. can i be normal

[callixton]

i am really romance repulsed to an irrational level rn and i feel bad abt it bc my friends being romantically affectionate with each other in front of me literally is not my problem At All and yet even thinking abt it rn makes me feel so uncomfortable

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

can you make one where rafe showed his friends a private pic between and reader and she gets all pissed

do you think i deserved it all?

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — explicit picture, manipulation, gaslighting

summary — you overhear your boyfriend and his friends talking abt a certain photo.

authors note — i’m writing with nails so this may have some typos but please ignore that. this can be read as a standalone but is apart of my mean!rafe series that is listed in order on my rafe masterlist under au's. if you guys have any longer requests, please send em in so i can make these a little more detailed cause my creativity is not flowing for some reason.

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

you weren't paying attention at all to what was going on around you. rafe, topper, and kelce always talked about stuff you couldn't care less about and that is exactly what they were doing now. the four of you were sat in the living room of the thornton mansion on the couches. your boyfriend was sitting beside you with your feet in his lap as you laid across the soft cushions and his friends were sat across from you two on the other one.

you were currently just mindlessly scrolling through instagram as you plotted your next post. you could faintly hear the boys talking about a variety of things along with the tv playing in the background. you sighed in annoyance when you couldn't find enough pictures and decided you'd be needing to go take some more. you swiped out of the app and began listening to whatever rafe was saying so you could let him know that you'd be needing a photoshoot soon.

"you guys gotta see this shit," he said as he scrolled on his phone and sat up a little straighter. "it's like fuckin' heaven, i'm tellin' you. 'nd she just doesn't care. none of those tantrums about privacy and all that other bullshit. i do whatever i want with 'em."

he leaned forward to show the two whatever he'd pulled up on his phone and their jaws immediately dropped. "holy shit, dude," topper mumbled, completely mesmerized by the screen.

kelce had the same look, leaning in a little to get a better look. "goddamn man. you got her all to yourself?"

your ears perked up at that and you shut your phone off, eyeing rafe wearily. "all mine," he stated with a smug grin. "i've got hundreds jus' sitting in this album. they just keep gettin' better every time i add one."

you felt your heart drop to your stomach and bile begin to rise in your throat. "you're one lucky son of a bitch," topper said with a laugh before sticking his hand up for a high five. "i'll be right back. y'all want any drinks or anything."

rafe looked at you momentarily. "jus' water," he replied, knowing you didn't care for anything else too much.

"i'll take a beer," kelce said while standing along with the blonde. "i gotta take a piss. be back in a minute."

topper let out a hearty laugh and slapped him on the back playfully. "yeah right."

as soon as the two left, you were quickly crawling over to rafe and snatching his phone from his hands. "what the fuck is your problem?" he snapped.

you stared down at it in shock. it was a picture of you from a few nights ago. one taken from a higher angle with your ass propped up in the air, you hair disheveled all across the pillows, your hands gripping onto the sheets by your head, and his cum coating your cheeks and mid-back.

your lip began to tremble and you dropped the phone into his lap rudely. "are you serious? why would you show that to them? do you know how embarrassing that is?"

he laughed. genuinely laughed in your face. "are you serious? it's not that big of a deal. you always blow things like this way out of proportion. you say you want me to show you off and shit and now you're pissed when i do?"

"i didn't mean in a disgusting way," you spat back. "i didn't expect you to go show off a vulnerable picture of me and have you and your friends talk about me like and object as if i'm not sitting right here!"

you could see the frustration building inside of him. he grabbed your wrist harshly and used it to pull you closer to him. "don't you dare fuckin' talk to me like that. before you ever even think about raising your voice at me again, think about who runs this shit, alright? cause it sure as hell isn't you. just remember, i wasn't the one begging for a chance, you understand me?"

a deep red blush creeped up your neck and onto your cheeks out of embarrassment. "I didn't mean it like that rafe," you said quietly. you didn't like when he was mad at you and you definitely didn't want him to leave you. "i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking."

"thats what i thought," he said cockily as he let go of your wrist. "you think i was gonna make a cute little instagram post or somethin'? that what you wanted?"

yes. it was. it was what you were dreaming of. but you knew better than to upset rafe. you were meant to say what he wanted to hear in times like this. you began to convince yourself that maybe he was actually right. maybe it was better this way. "no. i don't want that."

he smiled and chuckled. "good," he replied. “now get your shoes on and get your ass to the car."

your brows furrowed in confusion. you had only been here for and hour or two. "but rafe--"

"do i need to repeat myself?" he was pissed. you didn't need to hear anything else to know that. "get in the fucking car. we're gonna go home and you're gonna sleep off this bratty fuckin' attitude. then when you get up, you're gonna drop all this bullshit and apologize to me the right way. got it?"

you nodded shyly and began to move quickly to find your shoes. you were in for a long, exhausting night.

[prettystylinson]

An ex-Louis Discord mod recently put out a statement about their demotion, and I have some thoughts. I’ve linked the post here for anyone who wants to read it themselves.

To my understanding, Emmett was (or still is) a Larrie. I don’t know the full extent of his involvement — I don’t know him personally — but it’s been mentioned more than once that he held Larrie beliefs. So basically, we had a Larrie mod in a Louis server, and frankly, that was always going to stir up discourse. This is a server where the word "Larry" is automodded, where even mentioning it is enough to get you attacked from every direction. I watched it happen in real time just last night — friends of mine were getting absolutely torn apart.

But there’s one part of Emmett’s post that I just can’t stop thinking about:

"I was removed from my volunteer mod role on the Louis Discord server after leadership told me the environment had become ‘unsafe’ for me. They said it was for my ‘protection.’"

That line sticks with me. Because if a Larrie moderator — someone who’s literally volunteering their time to support this space — has to be told that the community has become unsafe for them, then how is that not the clearest sign that we are not the fucking problem?

I don’t know every reason Emmett received hate, but from what I do know, a large part of it was simply people discovering he was a Larrie. And that pisses me off. Why is the environment only unsafe for us? Why are antis and solos allowed to speak freely, joke, speculate, antagonize — and still be protected — but we get labeled a certain way for just existing? You can technically be a Larrie in that server, sure. But if you say it out loud? You're a monster.

And this is someone who was a moderator. The fact that a mod — someone who’s supposed to help keep things fair and in order — was told he needed to be protected from the very people he was helping moderate for… that’s insane. I’ve seen people in that server refer to us as “those kinds of people” or even say there should be a “mass extinction” of us. And let me be really clear: that’s dehumanizing. We’re real people behind our usernames — regardless of what corner of the fandom we fall into.

Emmett also says in his statement that he wasn’t forced to hide his beliefs, that it was his own decision in order to remain unbiased while moderating. And honestly? As someone who’s modded in multiple fandom spaces myself, I believe this. At least in his case, it seems like he genuinely tried to separate his personal views from his role — and still, that wasn’t enough.

So maybe it’s time we ask the real question: if a Larrie can't even quietly exist in peace — let alone contribute and help keep the space safe — then who exactly is the problem here?

[ineffectualdemon]

Shang Qinghua was 17 when he met Mobei Jun and Wei Qingwei, Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu all were already head disciples and had their courtesy names at that point

Which since 16/17 is I believe roughly the age when Shen Qingqiu joined the sect and Shang Qinghua took at least 2 more years to get the head disciple position that means that it's reasonable to assume that Shen Jiu is at least roughly 2 years older then Shang Qinghua because he wasn't at the sect long before becoming head disciple. I suppose he could have done it in a year but being named succeeding disciple after two years make the most sense to me.

It's still quick and but it's more believable

Which is just something to keep in mind because I see a lot of disciple fics that have Shang Qinghua intervene and warn Yue Qingyuan or something or help him out but realistically that couldn't have happened.

If Yue Qingyuan was 13-14ish when he got accepted to Cang Qiong (let's say he was a little old but not too much) and Shen Jiu was 12 then Shang Qinghua couldn't have been older then 10

If you give minimum of 4 years of separation then Shang Qinghua wouod have been at the oldest 14 when Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan met again. So it's not sensible to believe that he might not have even been at Cang Qiong when that happened as he was an "older than average" outer disciple when he met Mobei for the first time

Also things to note about Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan

1. Yue Qingyuan is constantly telling Shen Jiu to stop being a dick

2. He also thinks it's cute when he's being a a vicious little gremlin because the man is a freak.

Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn't scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids he'd fight dirty . He'd gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile.

SVSSS Vol 4 Pg 82 (bold is mine)

Yue Qingyuan is always in between stopping Shen Jiu from destroying his interpersonal relationships and thinking it's awesome

3. Shen Jiu is absolutely to blame for his feud with Liu Qingge. Yes he is unjustly accused of trying to kill him during he thing with Shang Qinghua but he has screamed "I am definitely going to kill you" multiple times in public and after losing to him once in a proper tournament, where people were impressed by how long he held out, he took to regularly ambushing Liu Qingge

On top of that yeah the guy from Bai Zhan did follow Shen Jiu into the brothel to insult him which was rude but Shen Jiu beat him up so viciously that he had serious wounds which is why Liu Qingge was pissed off about it in return

Liu Qingge is absolutely also a dick to Shen Jiu and needles him about his cultivation but Shen Jiu created the initial problem

4. I really don't think Yue Qingyuan can tell Shen Jiu why he couldn't rescue him. And not out of guilt or because he thinks it's an excuse. I genuinely think at the very least trauma makes him incapable of describing it until Maigu Ridge. And even then he said it's the only time he'll be able to say it. I think it's also possible it's related to his sword and he can't talk about unless it's drawn but that's more nebulous. The trauma one is real.

5. Shen Jiu wasn't popular with his peers at Qing Jing but he wasn't Binghe level of hated. He couldn't sleep in the communal areas because trauma but he wasn't chased out or unwelcome in those spaces. Also he liked his Qing Jing Peak Lord and had a a good relationship with them

He got into Qing Jing via Yue Qingyuan but he made Head Disciple on his own merit

[flightyalrighty]

no offense but the fact that the first thing i ever saw you say about your own comic was that an ai wrote it has permanently turned me off of it even if you decided to go and edit that first post of yours to say it wasnt. like, wow. what a way to introduce a comic

Well, I made it clear for the sake of transparency that the original story was written alongside a character.ai bot, though it seems you missed the part where I said I don't use AI anymore -- And that, to quote my own FAQ;

"All of AI Shadow’s “additions” will be rewritten so he’s less stiff and more himself. Meaning everything in this comic was written by me. All of it."

You also seemed to miss the many times on my blog that I've advocated against ever using AI. Of course, I suppose I can't blame you. You did, after all, admit to me (on anon) that you basically just glanced at my comic, didn't pay attention to WHAT I was saying here:

And then jumped to the conclusion that you did. But I guess I shouldn't expect much from the "pissing on the poor" website. Allow me to clarify: Yes, the original story was written as an RP I did with a chatbot. I have admitted this for the sake of honesty. I didn't want to lie about this thing's origin, even if I regret having done so at all now.

At the time, being someone who used to mess around with chatbots as a kid way, way back in the late 2000s/early 2010s like Chomsky, I thought this website was just another one of those sorts of things. The chatbot itself, however, was bland garbage and I was basically tugging the thing around an entire elaborate story of my own creation while the thing just went "wow" and "oh no" at everything. The ENTIRE plot, EVERY line from EVERY character that wasn't Shadow was mine. Now, in its comic form, turning that plot I had rattling in my head into a script, and turning that script into a comic, obviously I'm much more involved in the one element of the story that was once, and is no longer, AI.

Shadow is written by me as well, just as I had once written literally everything else.

Use your eyes. You can see how much effort I put into this comic. Now use your head. Why would I cross out that section in the first page instead of deleting it outright if I actually wanted to hide it. I clearly value honesty and genuine quality in what I do. So when turning The Thing I Did For Fun into a REAL story to tell others, obviously I pushed away all the AI stuff because, beyond all of the other problems with AI, it's not of the high quality I want Infested to be.

Okay? Okay.

[rekino2114]

Stella Hoshinari and Emma Magorobi fighting over who you love more, but you love both equally

Emma magorobi and stella hoshinari fighting over you

Pairing:Emma magorobi x gn reader x stella hoshinari

A/n:This was requested way before the prompts, but it gave me the idea for the 17th prompt on my list, so thanks. This is also my first dangan/fangan crossover post, and I'd like to do more (maybe something with chiaki and Cassidy or kirumi and akane) so let me know if you want to see more. Also, please request more of this I genuinely loved writing this so much

You'd never thought you'd attract the attention of a girl, much less two, much less two incredibly rich and famous Hollywood actresses that just so happened to go to the same school as you but life has its surprises

It all started simple enough. Both Emma and stella started to hang out with you. Sometimes, one of them would eat lunch in the cafeteria with you, and the other walked with you after school, you became good friends with the both of them.

Little did you know that they both were actually crushing on you super hard and were testing the water before starting to actually flirt with you, those compliments that you interpreted as them just being nice were actually the first signs of those crushes.

Eventually, they were ready to finally ask you out and had the same idea. They were going to invite you on the set of one of their movies

Stella was about to approach you to ask but saw you were already talking with Emma, so she raised her sunglasses and got closer

"It's gonna be great so what do you-"

"Oh pardon I wanted to talk with y/n"

"......well I already am so......"

"Wait a second I know you, aren't you that other actress from the other class?"

"The ULTIMATE actress, Emma magorobi pleasure to meet you"

"Oh well that's a coincidence, I'm the ultimate actress too, stella hoshinari, it's nice to meet you too"

"Really? I wasn't aware of another actress attending Hope's peak, you must have been in some pretty niche movies if I haven't heard of you"

[Even if she didn't show it, still keeping her smile on her face, stella was really pissed off by Emma's passive-aggressive remarks]

"Oh I wouldn't say so, but anyway I'm here to ask y/n something, so if you wouldn't mind moving"

"I wanted to ask them something too, if they wanted to come to the new set of a movie I'm in"

"Wow really? Me too"

"......I.....see, well I'm sure y/n would much rather come with me than see whatever second rate movie you're in"

"I disagree. In fact, I think they'd like mine way more"

"Then let's do a little bet, we both bring them on a date and whichever girl they like best gets to keep them"

"I like that, after all, a bit of competition in this industry never hurts"

[They shook each other's hands while you stood there confused]

"..........wait that was a date?"

During the movie date, both actresses tried their best to show you how great and attractive they were. both wearing very revealing clothes and showing off their assets at every occasion

They also made sure to show you how much better they were than the other, making comments about how "emma/stella could never, she's just way too confident in herself if she thinks she can bag a cutie like you~"

After the dates, you told them you needed more time to think about which one you liked more. They actually took that pretty well and gave you time to think

The actual reason that they took it so well was because they understood it just gave them more time to court you, a thing which became apparent when the following day you opened your doorstep to see a pile of roses with a note signed "Emma magorobi" with a stain of lipstick

And also when the next day you received a box of very expensive chocolates with a note this time signed "stella hoshinari" with a similar lipstick mark

And it was with this that the second phase of their fight for you started, absolutely spoiling you rotten with gifts

Both of them were rich and had absolutely no problem spending all of their money if it meant to get with you and beat her competitor

They brought you everything you could think and more, flowers, sweets, videogames, clothes, and way way more, they subtly asked your friends for what you wanted and the next day it suddenly appeared on your front door

One time you brought them to a store in hopes of getting them to hang out and maybe become friends.....it didn't help

"Hey y/n, do you like this shirt? I've seen it and I think it will look adorable on you"

"Not as adorable as these pants I picked out"

"Oh, I suppose they do look cute. You don't mind if I buy them too, right? After all, I doubt you can afford them"

"I can indeed, in fact I think I'll buy these pants and that shirt too for y/n"

"Well then I'll just have to buy this entire section, y/n does need spare after all"

"W-well than I'll buy the entire store!"

"........And I'll buy th-"

"...girls please stop"

While all of this was happening, you were thinking about them too, and which one you liked more. They were both incredibly beautiful and equally rich it seemed but not only that

You noticed how.....nice they both were, not only to you but also to the staff or just random people they met, they never declined autographs or selfies when they were recognized and thanked their fans with such sincerity in their voices, they were so sweet and kind, like the opposite of those stereotypical celebrities, and you couldn't deny that that was probably what made you love them equally

And one day you finally told them just that

"I'm sorry but I can’t choose between you two, you're both so beautiful and nice, I love both of you equally, I know it's dumb and so feel free to just leave me alone, I'd much rather stay alone than break the heart of one of you"

[They both started thinking for a while before Emma spoke]

"I understand so you like both of us equally?"

"Yeah"

"Well then the solution is simple, just date both of us"

"W-what!?"

"Oh I......never thought of that, that's actually a good idea"

"R-really? Like.....you'd be sharing me?"

"Yeah, since you love both of us the same, it shouldn't be a problem"

"B-but are you OK with that?"

"I suggested it so why wouldn't I?"

"As long as I get to stay with my darling I don't mind, plus getting to know Emma more will be nice, you can tell me all those tricks for the make-up"

"Oh I'd love to as long as you tell me where you found that super cute top"

".......I tried to make you friends this whole time and now you're doing that?"

"Well I guess competition gets the best of a girl sometimes"

"Yeah, but don't worry now that I know you love me just as much as stella i'm totally fine with her........just don't think I'm going to let you hog y/n all to yourself"

"Of course, the same goes for me"

"........wait a second so now I'm dating two girls......no wait....two incredibly hot and rich and famous and nice actresses.....AT THE SAME TIME"

"Oh is that what you think of us?"

"Darling, we're flattered, and you are absolutely right. You are dating both of us, so you'll get double the love"

"And the gifts and the kisses"

"Oh yeah speaking of"

[They both got closer and kissed both of your cheeks]

"I was planning on going to a cute Cafe tomorrow, wanna come too Emma?"

"As long as y/n is there absolutely"

"Then it's settled, see you tomorrow cutie~"

[They walked away as you stood there still in complete disbelief of what happened]

When they confirmed their relationship during an interview the news went absolutely wild that a random person was dating both of the ultimate actresses

[tokkiwrites]

more deadpool smut! you write him really well, i’d love a dom wade again with loads of uses of pet names

summary: sometimes wades jobs don't always go as planned, and it drives him mad. good thing he has a way to release all of that pent up anger and stress.

tags: afab reader, established relationship, unprotected p in v, mean wade (kind of), cream pie, a bit of hair pulling.

>____< note : omg ty so much for this request and so sorry it took so extremely long!! uni is kicking my ass rn 😭😭😭😭 i hope you enjoy this short fic!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

The warehouse smelled like motor oil, damp wood, and clearly dog piss. The flickering overhead lights buzzed like they were seconds from giving up—much like Wade was right this moment. He ducked behind a rusted-out forklift, gripping his gun with one hand and pressing the other against his temple like he had a raging headache. (Spoiler: he did.)

"This was supposed to be easy!" he groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "One guy. One bullet. Quick in, quick out—like my prom night!" A hail of bullets slammed into the metal beside him. Wade peeked around the corner just in time to see his target (let’s call him Mr. Oh Shit He’s Getting Away) sprinting toward the exit. "Are you kidding me?!" Wade shouted after him. "Dude, this is so rude. I put time and effort into this! I even picked a special murder playlist! You know how hard it is to find the right balance between high-energy gunfight and melancholic introspection?" More bullets whizzed past him and he sighed. "Jesus, hold on, let me deal with these fuckwads first!" He popped out of cover, raising his gun, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

One of the goons dropped instantly. Which was great! Except for the tiny, tiny problem that the guy he just shot was not the one he was hired to kill. The entire warehouse went dead silent. Even the guy he'd been aiming at looked genuinely offended. Wade blinked, then let out a long, slow whistle.

"Shit. That is not the guy. Wrong dude." He turned to the remaining henchmen, raising a hand. "Okay, listen. Before anyone gets mad let’s just acknowledge that mistakes happen, right? We’ve all sent a text to the wrong group chat before. We've all thought the bread was gluten-free when it was, in fact, gluten-full. And I clearly shot the wrong guy. Can we all just take a deep breath and—" Cue another hail of gunfire.

"Okay, not breathing, got it!" Wade shouted, diving behind a stack of crates. Mr.Oh Shit He’s Getting Away was Officially gone. Wade groaned, thumping his head against the crate. "I hate when they run. It’s like, dude, if I wanted to do cardio, I wouldn’t wear a mask that literally makes it harder to breathe."

With a resigned sigh, he pulled out a grenade, chucked it in the general direction of the remaining bad guys "Buh-bye!" He turned on his heel as an explosion rocked the building. "And that’s my cue to leave!"

The door to Wade’s apartment swung open with a bang. You barely flinched. You were used to Wade's entrances being theatrical. He stomped inside, still wearing his blood-splattered suit, mask slightly askew. His hands were clenched into fists, his whole body radiating pure frustration. "Hey, babe," you greeted casually from the couch, not looking up from your book.

"Hey, babe," he mimicked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "How was your day? Oh, mine? Well, thanks for asking! It was a shitshow! Not only did my target escape, but I accidentally shot some rando who was not on the list. Do you know what that does to my Yelp reviews?" You snorted. "Pretty sure the people hiring you don’t check Yelp."

"Well, they should!" He ripped off his mask, tossing it across the room. "You know what I don’t get paid for? Collateral damage! Unless I start invoicing for my emotional trauma, which I might!"

He throws his hands up before he stormed over to you, flopping dramatically onto the couch with his head in your lap. He lets out a loud groan. "This job sucks, babe. Sucks more than a vampire on a juice cleanse."

You hummed, running your fingers down his back. "But now you’re home."

"Yes, I am home," he sighed, eyes fluttering shut as your touch melted away some of his tension. "Where my very hot, very patient, very understanding girlfriend will make me forget all about my terrible, horrible, not good, very bad day." You raised a brow as he smirks. "Oh? And how do you expect me to do that?" He sits up, pulling you closer by the hips so that you are almost sitting on his lap. Wade’s smirk didn’t just widen—it twisted, dark and dangerous, like a predator. And he seemed quite ready to attack his prey.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. He tilted his head, eyes dragging over you. He was deciding how he was going to ruin you. "You always know how to fix me, don’t you, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice low, edged with something sharp. His lips hovered over yours, teasing, taunting. "Always sitting pretty, waiting for me to come home, looking like you want me to take all this shit out on you."

His fingers trailed up your sides, slow and deliberate before he suddenly gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His hold wasn’t painful, but it was firm. Possessive. "That why you’re so quiet?" he continued, cocking his head to the side. "Hoping I’ll lose my patience? Hoping I’ll break you a little and fuck out all of my frustrations on you?" He huffed out a sharp laugh, shaking his head as he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip. His other hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it hard. "W-wade..." You manage to whisper out.

"You should be careful what you wish for, baby," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement like he was mocking the state you were already in. "I’m in a really bad mood." His lips finally crashed against yours, desperate, ruthless. He wasn’t asking. He was taking. You had to give in.

He throws his lips at your neck, your soft whimpers filling the room. Wade wastes no time and pulls the blouse you were waiting over your head, the warmth of hia body so close kissing your exposed skin immediately. He was staring at you as if it was the first time he'd seen you like this. "Look at those..." he groans and deliveres a harsh slap to your breasts making them jiggle slightly as you let out a pained whine. "That hurt?" and you not shyly. "Good." he replies, coldly.

"Wade, please.." Another faint smirk broke through the fatigue on his face. "You're gonna be good for me, aren't you? Gonna be a good little girl?" he asked, his voice a low rasp, like gravel scraping across your skin. His words were sinking deep into your bones. "Yㅡyes." you say, voice quiet, buried under the arousal and the sudden want for more.

"Yeah..." his large palms start to grab and pull at the rest of your clothes, undressing you slowly, savoring and drinking you up with his eyes. Your naked body was shivering, you didn't know if it was from the temperature or because of the anticipation playing with your heartstringsㅡ you just knew you needed to give everything you had to Wade right this moment and make him forget about all of his problems. He leans in, trailing soft kisses down the curve of your neck all the way to your shoulder, and you try to bite back your moans. "Let me hear you, baby, don't hold back." He doesn't sound pissed, just a bit disappointed you would try to hide something so beautiful from him.

In mere seconds he's naked too, but you don't have much time to notice what he's done once you're pushed face down onto the cold couch. His rouch hands lay over your trembling hips. "You're gonna let me use you now. So don't ask for anything in return. Just gotta let me fuck you." Gosh, he was mean. You bite your lower lip, humming a soft 'yes' as the tip of his hardened cock asked for entrance. "Please..." he tuts in annoyance and lands a hard slap to your plush skin. "What the fuck did I tell you? Don't ask for anything. Are you that dumb? Didn’t even fuck you yet and you're acting all stupid." you whine. " 'M sorry..."

He drags the pulsing tip up and down, up and down as if he didn't make you wait long enough. truthfully, you never wanted it to end, so maybe him teasing was his way of saying "I want to fuck you forever." After some time, he starts to push inside, and godㅡ your breath gets stuck into your chest from the feeling laden with needles, but every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of needing more.

Your tears fall down onto the mattress under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "Shhh. It's okay. Don't act like it's the first time you take my dick raw" he laughs at you, as if asking you to surrender. "There we go... Hah, nice and full, right?" he laughs as he pats your lower belly, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. He moves gently at first, each stroke hitting deeper within your pulsing core. The pain soon twists and is replaced with ecstasy right as he alerts the movements of his hips.

He dives down with force, one of his palms trailing up and wrapping itself tightly around your hair, pulling harshly at it. He was destroying you. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you, and you were out of breath, barely seeing straight. "That's it, baby" his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, you're too in it to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around his thick shaft. "Shit, baby. That's what I seeded, fuuckㅡ"

"Oh m-my god, Wade..." you manage and he snorts. "What? Can't take it?" he taunts.

You can taste your own tears on your tongue. You shake your head violently as he gets faster with his moves. "Gonna come nice and deep, yeah?" followed by a trail of shameful 'yes, yes, yes'. Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your hair slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. the room spins around you, body floating, ready to plummet back down at any second.

"Come." Wade demands, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much, Wade!" you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you ruthlessly. He buries himself deep into you as you come down from your high, body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slaps your ass a few times, maybe trying to keep you awake, and watches you writhe under him. With a few more snaps of his hips you know he's close, nails digging roughly into your skin as he finally paints your velvet walls in white ropes. "Holy shit." He laughs through soft moans as he slips out of you. You fall onto your tummy, clutching your lower tummy from the sudden pain. "I think you bruised my cervix..." you groan and he places a soft kiss on your neck.

"Sorry, hot stuff. Remind me to never come home mad." you let out a small giggle, before turning around to face him, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. "Let's get cleaned?" and he frowns. "Oh, no. You didn't really think we were done, right?"

[httpsdana]

hi sorry I’m an anon but can you do one for Gavi from the prompt 7 in jealousy . “I don’t like sharing what’s mine, and you, my love, are very much mine.” Where she was talking one the phone to her ex because they’re still “friends” and Gavi gets really really jealous also like if you can make her she’s quite soft and nice and quiet like she doesn’t talk much so the fact that she’s talking to her ex like with passion pisses him off even more and then when she’s crying after because he yelled at her and she’s quite sensitive he feels really really guilty and bad then can we turn it into fluf from promt 7 also. “I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.” And he goes out with her and buys her a gift and stuff even though she only wanted ice cream

(I’m sorry for the bad English it’s not my first language)

Can't Help It~Pablo Gavi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

7- “I don’t like sharing what’s mine, and you, my love, are very much mine.” (jealousy)

7- “I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.” (fluff)

Her quietness and shyness were the things Pablo loved the most about her. He loved how sensitive she is, how her soft laugh fills the room with happiness instantly, how she had a different personality when she was with him, one that only he gets to see.

But as she sat on her phone talking to one of her ‘old friends’, one Pablo wasn’t particularly a fan of, he wondered if that friend got to see this side of her more often than he did.

She was laughing effortlessly, talking with such passion he had never seen before. Maybe he wouldn’t have thought about it too much if he didn’t know who that was. But this one person was the only person who knew her more than he even did. Her ex.

In other times, Pablo would’ve been smiling so widely at her genuine laugh, but this time he was getting mad, too mad. She had been sitting there for what felt like hours just catching up with her childhood best friend, her first love too.

And the jealousy was boiling in Gavi at how easy it seemed for her to talk about everything and nothing with him.

“You’ve been talking to him for hours. Aren’t you done?” His rude voice caught her attention, making her look at him confused.

“I have to go. It was nice catching up with you. Bye” she said quickly, hanging up before putting her phone down and looking at Gavi

“What’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand over his except he snatched his hand away from hers, making her even more confused, even a bit hurt.

“Pablo?” she said, her voice barely above whisper.

“What y/n?” he said through gritted teeth, his anger and jealousy evident in his voice. “You’re just gonna act as if you haven't been sitting there for an hour catching up with your ex? Your fucking ex y/n” 

She flinched at the aggressiveness of his voice, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“What do you mean? You know me and him are still friends” she said, blinking away the tears that have started to form in her eyes. She hated how this was going to end because she knew it was gonna lead to an argument, and that’s the last thing she wanted.

“That’s the problem y/n” he said, standing up angrily from the couch as he started pacing across the room. “That’s the fucking problem. And what’s worse is that you can’t even see it!”

She let out a shaky breath, standing up to stop him from walking around the room.

“Pablo I love you. I’m yours, you know that” she stated in a soft voice, unable to hold back her tears

He stopped his movement, stepping closer to her. He looked down at her, his eyes full of anger, jealousy, and something else she couldn’t point out.

“I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he murmured, “and you, my love, are very much mine.”

“You’re not sharing me with anyone Pablito” she whispered.

“Then why does it feel like I’m competing with a guy from your past y/n? Huh, tell me?” he raised his voice once again, making her step away from him immediately.

The tears streamed down her face faster, as she watched his angry expression, the jealousy in his voice and the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Pablo please” she said in a low face, her cheeks stained from her tears.

He turned to look at her, his anger melting into guilt as he watched her broken state. The tears on her face, her shaking hands, and the desperate look in her eyes.

“Oh baby” he whispered, walking closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her quickly, cradling her head against his chest, brushing a kiss over her hair.

“lo siento amor…lo siento mucho bebé” he whispered against her hair, swaying their bodies slowly. (I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry baby)

As she sobbed quietly in his chest, he couldn't help the guilt eating him up. He hadn't meant to make her cry, his jealousy and anger got the best of him and now he regretted every second of it.

After holding her for a few minutes, her sobs died down and she pulled away to look at him.

“Pablo…I love you” she mumbled, making him smile weakly at her.

“I know baby I know” he said, brushing her hair away from face.

“He's really just my friend. I don't like him anymore. I have you now.” she said, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve.

Pablo's smile widened, yet he couldn't shake the weight of blaming himself for turning her happiness into tears.

“I'm really sorry amor,” he cupped her cheeks in his big hands as he gazed into her slightly red eyes. “I know I shouldn't have been mad at you but I couldn't help but feel jealous at how you were laughing and talking so passionately to him”

“but that doesn't mean anything. i told you he means nothing to me anymore” she said back, putting her arms gently around his waist.

He smiled with a nod, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead.

“I trust you, amor. Let me make it up to you” he said, making her raise her eyebrows.

“How?” she asked with a smile

“Put a jacket on. we're going out”

As the two walked hand in hand around their neighborhood, the silence took over them. That was until Pablo stopped in front of the ice cream shop by the corner, looking down at his girlfriend.

“let's get some ice cream” he nudged his head towards the shop, making her grin widen as she tightened her grip around his hand

“This is so good” y/n hummed, as they stepped out of the shop, each one of them a cup of ice cream in hand.

Pablo smiled at her, humming in response. While they were chatting as their walk continued, a flower shop caught Pablo's attention. He smiled to himself before turning to her.

“Wait for me here,” he said, and without letting her say a thing, he rushed to the shop.

After about two minutes, he came back. A huge bouquet of red roses in his hands, and a wide smile on his face.

“And these pretty roses are for my pretty princesa” he handed them to her, watching how her face softened with a pout on her lips.

“for me?” she said in awe, while he nodded proudly.

“I’m sorry” he said, making her look up at him. She smiled widely as she looked at the gorgeous roses in her hand.

“These are so pretty. Thank you” she said, unable to hide her smile. He couldn’t help but smile as wide as her

“I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.”

Her face softened at his little confession before one of her hands reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. She kissed his soft lips so gently, while his hand wrapped around her waist, and the other one steadied the bouquet in her hand.

“te amo mi niño precioso” she mumbled against his lips, making him smile. (I love you my precious boy)

“te amo más mi vida” he whispered back. (I love you more my life)

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[styluswritesdc]

What would do the rogues if a small child jump and attack them ? 100% attack and 0% damage. When the little one realise their attacks do nothing, they stand back, ready to defend themself, trying to looks scary. But, the small child looks like a kitty, a cute, scared and very grumpy kitty. Probably homeless.

Okay I took this in a silly and very honest direction and i hope you don't mind hehe!

Riddler/Edward Nygma

"eww eww!! it touched me!!"

genuinely will poke them with his cane like; dude where did you come from?? who owns you??

Grossed out. he sprays antibac on his suit, face entire body, gloves and even his cane.

he does feel some sense of pity once they get defensive. he used to look like that in front of his father he supposes...

does try and figure out if they're a street kid or if they do have some form of guardian... he's not THAT heartless..

don't get it wrong though they're not "cute" to him. he's the cutest after all...

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

so sorry but this is the type of bitter old man who likes to spook babies and children at Halloween.

this child is no different. he has to consciously stop himself once he sees the state of the child.

he can spot forms of neglect easily from his own childhood.

will also grill them about their origins and whether you have any guardians

if not he will guide them to some resources or a police officer and wipe his hands of them. completely uninterested past this point.

not the guardian type unfortunately

Bane

all this kid sees is a hand coming towards them and suddenly they're being lifted into the air by the scruff of their neck, being studied by probably the scariest and biggest man in Gotham.

frankly, he's fascinated by the fact they saw a man as imposing as him and went "oh yeah I can take him." like what??

will ask them outright if they have family or guardians.

if not.... they're his now.

he sees fight and willpower in this one... mine now!

will want to train and hone this passion if the child accepts. not that there's much choice since they're already thrown over his shoulder and being taken for a good meal and bath.

Killer croc/Waylon Jones

first thought is "come on man" like all he wanted to do was sneak up to the surface and buy/steal some food and supplies and now he's got this kid to deal with. great.

doesn't ever hurt kids. not even batman's sidekicks.

his instinct when this kid looks frightened is to make himself look as small and unintimidating as possible.

its times like these he hates how he frightening he looks.

will try and assure the child that he wont hurt them and that they should probably go talk to a police officer if they're lost or need help.

he's not exactly in the best situation to house and take care of himself, let alone a kid.

so they'll be pointed towards a police officer and he'll be on his way.

Two face/Harvey Dent

"what the FUCK-"

actually pissed that this kid attacked him. like mind your business you little twerp!

they're in two minds over how to handle this.

Harv wants to spook the little bugger, but Harvey wants to try the gentle approach. lets say fate blessed this kid and Harvey gets control of the reigns.

Will gently ask if the child is alright and that they didn't mean to scare them. will offer to walk them to the police station or their house if the child has one.

that's it though. Twoface doesn't give hand outs.

Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot

"get off you dirty little blighter!"

genuinely shocked this kid doesn't know who he is or how his bodyguards didn't notice their approach.

will either leave his body guards to deal with them or if necessary will just tell you to scamper off elsewhere.

has no care for the situation. doesn't care enough to ask about parents, guardians or anything.

will maybe point in the kid the way of the GCPD. Its their problem now!

[itscorvusss]

My thoughts on RadioApple 📻🍎

In honor of S2’s release date and #RadioAppleWeek, here is my analysis of RadioApple that no one asked for!

Let’s discuss canon first: 

At first glance, this is a really difficult pairing for me to imagine having any genuineness to it, mainly because we still know next to NOTHING about Alastor. Obviously, what’s interesting about his character is that he works very hard to ensure that nobody knows his true intentions or feelings. He’s an enigma wrapped in an enigma. (Is he actually sociopathic, or is it an act?) I think we really have no idea how their relationship will develop (if it even does at all) until we know more about the Radio Demon. 

It’s clear that Lucifer pisses him off more than anyone, but we still don’t know why exactly that is. It could be that Lucifer was an unplanned variable; his presence makes it more difficult to manipulate Charlie, and even worse, he’s undisputedly more powerful than him. Alastor is smart. He knows Lucifer could kill him without even trying, and he HATES not being at the top of the food chain.

But that doesn’t really explain why such a tactical sinner would intentionally provoke the king and challenge him. It would seemingly make more sense to gain Lucifer’s trust and influence. To manipulate him as well, rather than going against the grain and directly trying to one-up him. This could just be a flaw in Alastor’s judgement (?) 

Finally, we don’t know who Alastor is under contract with. Is it possible that he doesn’t even know? I know it’s highly theorized that it’s Lilith, so what if Alastor knows only that his soul belongs to one of Charlie’s parents, and he assumes it’s Lucifer. If Alastor thinks he’s intentionally feigning ignorance, that would explain the provocation and why he’s so pissed.

Now, let’s get into the fanon!

Even if I don’t expect this ship to canonically happen (I may be proven wrong!) I do love a lot of the RadioApple content that people have made! Here are some of my favorite and least-favorite portrayals: 

HURT/COMFORT 

5/5. I really like this theme in general, but I can also see it happening in the show, to an extent. Al begrudgingly having to comfort Lucifer if he’s anxious or despondent. Lucifer INSISTING on healing Alastor’s hidden wound, not because he wants to, but because he HAS TO. He doesn’t care if something happens to Alastor, but he knows that Charlie does, and that she and the hotel need him. 

ENEMIES TO LOVERS / ENEMIES & LOVERS / LOVERS

3/5. This is probably the most common dynamic that I’ve seen, and it’s easy to see why! It’s a really fun trope, and would allow them to be competitive while still having a relationship. The problem with this concept is obvious: Alastor’s asexuality. As someone on the aro/ace spectrum myself, I admit that it’s just that, a spectrum. And granted, Al hasn’t explicitly stated how he feels regarding romance. But I think that he has a long way to go before he can even have a real friendship, so a relationship based SOLELY on sexual attraction wouldn’t make any sense to me. BUT, I can see an enemies to friends, or an enemies to it’s-complicated!

POSSESSIVE / MANIPULATIVE 

0/5. Honestly, I just really don’t like this trope in general. Without the characters ever being friends in the first place, it seems to just sexualize toxicity. It also just doesn’t seem very in-character for Alastor to be jealous over a partner, but this is all just my opinion! It’s fine to enjoy this idea.

CO-FATHERS / “FOR CHARLIE?” “FOR CHARLIE.” 

4/5. Another favorite of mine, and one of the slightly more realistic RadioApple portrayals that I’ve seen. This seems to be the direction that they’re already going — which is begrudgingly accepting each other’s presence for Charlie’s sake. I think they could maybe expand on this dynamic, because it looks like Alastor is (slowly) beginning to care about Charlie, and I think it’d be sweet and funny if literally their ONLY mutual ground was her. 

“FUCK EVERYONE.” / “FUCK EVERYONE!” 

3/5. This isn’t that deep, but I think it’s funny that Lucifer literally invented temptation and successfully married the first baddie in existence, while Alastor couldn’t give less of a shit about attraction. On top of this, Lucifer is a social mess around people he genuinely cares about, but is powerful and confident around everyone else. Alastor, on the other hand, navigates social interactions like a chess match. I want to see them navigating a function together!

SIBLING DYNAMIC

1/5. I’m ALL FOR platonic RadioApple, but “siblings” seems to be pushing it. That implies a level of power equality and familiarity that they just don’t have. A lot of close relationships can be interpreted as either romantic or just affectionate, and only the people in said relationship get to define that. But, at the end of the day, these are fictional characters, someone’s OCs, so what Vivziepop says, goes. 

If she says they’re friends, they’re friends. If she says they’re enemies, they’re enemies and so on. But she’s also indicated that she doesn’t really care if people ship her characters or not. So, really, we’re free to rotate them in our mind like a rotisserie chicken all we want, even if it’s “out of character.”

[rapunzelbro]

Velvette x reader, with another disigner! Reader, you have a rival like relationship with her and reader gets on her nerves but one day they meet a show and things happen from there that make Velvette want to seek out reader for comfort pls.

Fashion designer! reader comforting Velvette

I so gotcha! Sorry this took so long. Wanted to make it perfect. Enjoy!

Masterlist Taglist Velvette

You and Velvette have always been rivals, ever since you made your appearance as a fashion designer

There was something about your designs that contrasted Velvette’s entirely. Instead of the bold colors her outfits have that match the aesthetic of hell, you’re is on the more softer side of colors. Pastels, hot pinks, yellows all that

And believe me, you weren’t sure at first it would do well considering how hellish hell is, but holy shit it did amazing.

It pissed Velvette off that people have no taste these days, scrolling through your social media platform, disgust being evident

You tried to get along with her but girl was NOT having it and would refuse to get along because you were her competition

Like maybe you saw her at your first show with other fashion designers and she snapped at you for thinking you’re the shit, when you genuinely didn’t.

You couldn’t give one less fuck about her behavior, and it fueled you to work harder, to become better

And it soared you even closer to besting her, and you were getting even more on her nerves

It would be a while until you two see each other face to face, it was at another fashion show with very select fashion agencies invited.

You and Velvette were both well aware of the other agency invited, they were mean, brutal and determined to surpass you and Velvette.

You two begrudgingly decided to keep close eyes together on them, which meant you two having to put up with each other.

The threats being made to both of you two tonight were going to an extremely dangerous length

You had security high on your models for the show, and Velvette did as well, but no one knew what was going to happen to Velvette

You were making sure your models were getting their makeup up to your standards, when you would hear Velvette screaming at one of her models

“Are you fucking serious! Which one of those fuckers did that? No one drink the water someone drugged it! Those absolute pricks!”

Velvette was pissed, grabbing one of the security guards screaming at them for not doing their job

You don’t think you’ve ever seen her lose control like now. She was frantically making calls and you just kept quiet trying to calm your models, as you check to make sure their water bottles haven’t been tampered with

One of her models were down, she was on last but she couldn’t find anyone in time to fill that position

She locked herself in her dressing room . The first agency went on while she was freaking out internally, while you had to watch your models but you were concerned for her.

Your phone buzzed, and when you checked it you didn’t expect Velvette to message you. Considering how she only texted you regarding the threat of the new company arising

“Get your ass in here”

“Please”

You never heard her say please so you instantly yelled at your security to not fuck anything up and quickly made your way there, knocking as she opened the door, her usually perfect hair slightly frizzed, her eyes slightly puffed from crying, most likely out of frustration

“Those assholes sabotaged me, drugging one of my models! Mine! Who do they think they are!”

She would walk away from the door in a panic as you walk in after her

“I.. I don’t know what to do Y/N, I usually don’t have this problem but of course this had to happen”

You’ve never seen her so vulnerable to you, or anyone, it genuinely shocked you

“Velvette, you can use one of my models if you need to”

“I don’t want your sloppy seconds! I need someone new!”

“Then have me go on”

The way she turned her head so quick it must’ve given her whiplash

“You being fucking serious?”

“You need a new model, I’m new. That bitch won’t back down and if they see you like this? Shit they’ll think you’re weak. What’s more intimidating hm? Seeing you having a breakdown, or seeing their two competitors working together for once, consider this being a collaboration between us. They’ll cry of embarrassment”

You walked up to her with a smirk. She returned the smirk almost instantly

“You’re not so useless now are you? Then so be it, tonight we collaborate”

After your models walked it was Velvette’s turn. All of her original models came out, all the designs had last minute changes, pastels and lighter colors suddenly being adjusted to fit with the dark style as well that lingered in the design.

You came out last with Velvette, wearing one of her designs and she wore yours. You both had shit eating grins on your face as Velvette made the official announcement of your collaboration

And when you saw your competitors face? You two had to physically stop yourselves from laughing your ass off

Dude was so panicked at that information they instantly left.

Oh how it was to be the most powerful of the fashion industry

You and Velvettte might not of been close

But oh how revenge can bring two stubborn people together.

[neallo]

WIP week day 2: your newest WIP

this one is new enough that i don't yet have a title for it!! it's just in my oneshots doc under trip.

When he first starts to read the letter, he thinks Mello must be kidding.

You’re coming to visit me in Paris, the dark, cramped writing says. You need to get out of your lab and I am not taking No for an answer this time Near.

It would be a strange joke, certainly, but Mello is a strange boy. Near loves this about him. He reads on, waiting for a punchline.

The air here isn’t any worse than in London and the place I’m staying is clean, no mold. I have an air purifier even, your lungs will be fine. Plus its not like I’m asking you to find your way around by yourself or anything, I’ll even tell you what to pack since you’re probably hopeless at that. Bring enough clothes for 4 days (don’t forget socks and underwear or you’ll hate yourself) good pair of sneakers, a debit or credit card or whatever (money basically) and passport. Plus your inhaler and enough meds for 8 days (just to be safe). We’ll get you a jacket when you get here if you need one I don’t trust you to pack or even own the right kind. 

Near frowns. This sounds improbably earnest and practically-minded for a jest, but the alternative— Mello sincerely asking for a visit, genuinely wanting his company abroad— seems more outlandish still. Their correspondences have been friendly over the last year and a half, but Near has been careful not to read into this. It is important to not hope for things he cannot have.

Look this isn’t hard at all just go to St. Pancras on the 21st at 11AM and show your ticket to someone so they can point you in the right direction. People a lot stupider than you travel without any problems at all and if you take a taxi and arrive early like I say you cant fuck it up. Actually you could probably fuck up the taxi, ask your landlady to call one for you or something. Get off at Gare du Nord in Paris and I’ll meet you there okay?

It is at this late point that Near realizes Mello is being genuine. He’s asking Near— telling him, really— to come visit. A spark of thrill flares brightly in his chest and sinks to his stomach, curling pleasantly as it morphs into something soft and warm. He feels the corners of his own mouth lifting as he reads over the last lines.

Do NOT write and give me some halfass excuse for not coming. I know you’re months ahead on whatever research you’re doing and I already bought you the ticket (look in the envelope dummy) and you have no seminars this summer and I’ll be REALLY pissed if you waste my money since I actually work for mine. I’ll see you in three weeks at Gare du Nord or else I’ll come to London and kill you and claim your apartment and research for myself.

— Mello

[soppingwetlegs]

MHA HeadCannons x fem reader (AgedUp!MHA guys (early 20’s))

Jealousy jealousy jealousy

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*********Katsuki Bakugo*********

soooo handsy, the moment he sees literally anyone looking at you he’s grabbing your waist, your ass, your hands, anywhere he can touch.

he will definitely full blown make out with you while making direct eye contact with the person looking at you.

“do you wanna die?!”

“the fuck are you lookin’ at, extra?!”

death glares every person you walk passed to make sure their eyes stay where they should be.

“I will obliterate you with you no hesitation.”

“You know you’re mine, right?” Of course you do, you smile and kiss his cheek.

“I’m gonna make you wear a bag over your head next time we go out.” he’s joking obviously…kinda..

absolutely NO hesitation to blow up on some rando in your Instagram comments. “WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING ON MY WOMANS STUFF?! I WILL FIND YOU I PROMISE!!!”

loves to post himself on your social media stories, whether it be pics of him kissing you, holding your hand, his hand on your ass, you sleeping on his chest, etc. he’ll always caption it “just reminding her followers to stay in their fucking place. 💣”

definitely gives toxic vibes but he means well, wouldn’t be bakugo without a smidge of toxicity.

“I love you, woman…but dammit I wish you were ugly sometimes..”

**********Izuku Midoriya*********

honestly it takes a lot to make Deku jealous, he’s very comfortable with people looking at you because he sees it as admiration and takes it as a compliment.

sometimes people push his limits though.

“oh wow, that man has been staring at you for a while.” He’ll say as he moves to block you from the strangers eyes.

“excuse me, sir. you’re staring at my girlfriend, i know she’s beautiful, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that anymore, please.”

handsy but not too crazy about it, he’ll rest his hand on the small of your back or take your hand in his when he sees too many wandering eyes.

will always stand in front of you if you have to adjust any part of your outfit.

doesn’t hesitate to grab something for you to prevent you from bending over. “oops, no need to give anyone a show, they don’t deserve. I’ve got it, beautiful.”

ensures that the waiter at any restaurant you two eat at talks to him the most, he has no problem ordering for you.

“I feel like he hasn’t said a word to me since we got here. I’m still gonna tip him 20% of course, but I am not happy about it.”

always encourages you to wear his clothes when you go out by yourself. “I’m not jealous! I just think you’d be more comfortable in my shirt is all!”

prefers to stay in on date nights.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m starting to think it’s a curse.”

**********Eijiro Kirishima*********

genuinely finds humor in his own jealousy.

“what the hell is that guy looking at?”

loves PDA and will sometimes take it a bit too far and piss you off. only for a sec though. “sorry, babe…too much?”

he will absolutely walk over to the person checking you out and talk with them about how hot you are, encouraging them to flirt with you before walking over to you with them and laughing in their face when you tell them he’s your boyfriend.

“HAHAHA dude you totally fell for it! now keep your eyes to yourself, perv.”

love love loves when you wear revealing clothes for a date night just so he can be mean to strangers.

smirks at people checking you out before pulling you into a kiss.

“hey man, MY eyes are up here. got something to say?”

Denki is truly his biggest opp. “Dude I promise I will break every bone in your body if you keep looking at my girl like that.”

will carry you over his shoulder when there’s too many people looking at you. “alright, shows over everyone! let’s get the hell out of here”

“man how did i bag such a babe like you? it’s kinda infuriating.”

*********Denki Kaminari*********

literally doesn’t get jealous. just agrees with everyone that compliments or flirts with you.

“I know dude, she IS so hot.”

will purposely point at your cleavage and give a thumbs up to anyone looking.

everyone tries to mess with him but it just doesn’t work out.

“she’s way too hot for you, sparky.” he laughs “man, tell me about it!”

posts you all over his social media, treats you like an actual prize.

“how did i get so lucky?!😍🔥” “guys look how hot my girl is!!!” “she is unreal”

makes sure everyone looks at you at least once when you wear a dress or anything slightly revealing. “have you guys seen her?! I mean look at that!!”

he’s literally the biggest green flag ever.

loves to shower you with compliments and affection at any given time.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine…”

not jealous of literally anybody…except Shinso. “dude don’t smirk at my girl…”

***these were so fun to do omg. sorry if they don’t seem super accurate but they make so much sense in my mind lmfao***

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[genderqueerdykes]

"How to deal w a longtime friend that at some point became a radfem?" anon here, thank you for responding Equinox, ur awesome!

Im sending this since someone asked in the comments: we were friends and I did genuinely enjoy her presence, she just had certain behaviors at times that I didn't really like. But due to her being the more upfront type than me, and due to me being more passive and conflict avoidant, I figured I needed to keep a balance, or often pushed my own feelings to the side.

I figured she didn't consciously mean anything bad by the things she said, which is true. She acted more direct in some ways because she had that type of personality and partially due to being autistic/having a different understanding of communication (i later on realised i was autistic too), and since I knew I had been more sensitive my entire life, I didn't want to take it personally.

She was supportive of me and never outright bullied me or anything, it was mostly the smaller things that ended up bothering me, that she didn't notice as a problem. Partially because I never told her, I didn't tell her because I didn't want to make a big deal out of something small, and because I didn't want to start conflict with her. I also often doubted myself.

She was at some point my only friend outside of immediate family (due to us at school)

She currently isnt constantly present in my life and I've been keeping a distance from her for some time.

Throughout the years after the school where we were together, I have constantly had longer amounts of time when I didn't have the energy to text her back. This is partially due to my adhd, and its something I felt quite guilty about, but I also noticed because our texting styles were different (she was fast, and i was slower), and she was sometimes impatient or texted "?" despite being able to see me typing, and at times was annoyed at me for taking so long to respond to certain questions I wanted to answer in a more thought-out wall of text way. Also very occasionally she'd try to read into my texting speed to tease me about a topic, despite that there wasnt any correlation.

Basically almost every time I started texting her we'd end up texting for like an hour or two real time, which tired me out and I ended up procrastinating texting her back.

I currently have other friends, some that are really close and I love, and I dont have this texting issue with them. It also just feels different with them in general than with her. Though I did share my interests with her and we did have them in common, it felt that I sorta needed to cover up or protect some parts of myself when with her, or that I had to defend myself in some way, like there's a "wall" of some sort with her compared to with my close ones.

I was understanding of her, and I listened to her vent and talk about her problems, and she appreciated that very much, but when it came to myself I didn't feel she was as understanding of me, and I didn't really like to talk about my issues or certain aspects of myself, because it felt she just outright didn't understand me.

Like ie, we both have abusive parents, though they are different from one another. Hers are shitty and more neglectful, mine are also shitty but more clingy/controlling. I understand that we have differences and its what I kept in mind when on this topic, but when I talk about my own she was like "when they yell why dont you just walk away? They cant do anything about you just leaving" but like... They literally keep you in place and doing so would piss them off even more? Maybe even lead to physical violence? They can barely handle slight attitude. It's fine if you have a different perspective, but why cant you understand it on the most basic level? And even if you don't understand, why do I have to justify and overexplain myself here, why cant you show basic decency and understand different perspectives? I never do this towards you?

I didn't like to bring up certain topics about myself since I felt I needed to justify myself or convince her, even when she wasn't even being reasonable or actually listening to me.

The more I think about our relationship, the more I realise how many issues we had that I brushed off. Without realising, I have had problems throughout my entire life with seeing myself as inherently broken, and so having to make myself palatable to the people that liked me, as if they were doing me a favour. When I think back on myself and her hanging out, it felt like I was more the "me" that she wanted or thought of me as, rather than who I actually was.

After realising and accepting I was autistic and surrounding myself with people that understand and love me unconditionally, I felt much better and confident about who I was, who I get along with and what I stand for. I realised that this people pleasing isn't sustainable nor healthy.

I am currently trying to distance myself, as I don't really want this friendship anymore. I'm not sure about reaching out to her suddenly and just giving her a wall of text, I'm more thinking about, once we inevitably start texting again, being more upfront and firm in my beliefs and what I'm comfortable with. It'd probably cause conflict, and I don't feel she would change her beliefs about it. We'd likely break off that way, and I much prefer that over having to continue upkeeping an image of constant tolerance.

Anyways, I really appreciate the work you do, Equinox! You really helped me feel more comfortable in my own queer identity, and understand the spread of radfeminism and other harmful stuff in the current queer community! I know you got a lot of asks, so please don't overwork yourself! ❤️ Take care!

im so sorry you had to deal with that, but im proud of you for realizing you deserve better. thank you for giving us some more info, take care of yourself

[mangionismo]

(part 2 bc i’m doing everything BUT creating my own blog lol. also love you mangionismo 🖤 i’ll forever mention gi with a dick in his mouth)

he doesn’t mention it at all after that. not when you take him to your apartment, let him use your shower, get dressed in your brother’s clothes, or when you two decide to order from that thai place right opposite your building. and neither do you, bc you’re used to this thing. it /is/ your thing.

you’re kinda expecting him to. you’re waiting for the moment he decides to finally say that he has something in his mind, that he starts questioning it, somehow. that moment when you’ll need to tell him that he doesn’t need to start regretting it, or question his sexuality just because he sucked dick.

that never happens, but you know it must trouble him. must keep him awake at night, worrying whether or not he’s “less of a man”, or whatever thoughts he could be having. which is why /you/ decide to do so, one night on the balcony of your apartment, when the two of you are sitting and looking at the stars, sharing a blunt (courtesy of luigi) between the two of you.

“lu,” your voice is soft. it grabs his attention.

he doesn’t turn his head to look at you. he simply nods in acknowledgment as he takes a drag, silently saying that he is listening. he passes you the blunt.

you take it, “does it… do you think about it?” you take a drag. you pass it to him.

he knows what you mean. he’d be really dumb not to know. “sometimes,” he answers, voice a bit rough. he takes it, but he just holds it. doesn’t take another drag from it. “when i’m in bed.” he adds.

you lick your lips, “does it bother you, at all? ‘cause, i don’t know, i feel like i should’ve given you a heads-up or—”

he cuts you off.

“it doesn’t, not anymore.” he says with a shrug, “it used to, the first three days after. but that was it.”

you don’t know if you should relieved, or start questioning yourself whether or not he’s lying. nevertheless, he beats you it.

“i had a good time, really, as far as it goes. i mean, sure, an orgy’s an orgy, but at least you were there so it was a decent first time. but it got me thinking about us.”

you furrow your eyebrows at the last part, confused by his words.

he finally turns his head to look at you. seeing your face, he gives you an answer to your confusion. “how can you do those things with me and not want a relationship with me? because we didn’t just kiss — I fucked you until you couldn’t even wrap your legs around me, i ate that pussy of yours like it was my last ever meal, until you squirted all over my tongue and fingers. that doesn’t mean anything to you?”

you’re about to open your mouth, but he continues.

“and it’s just not the sex. we spend most of our time with each other, hanging out at either your place or mine. we travelled together. you met my fuckin’ parents, i met yours. hell, i gave you my clothes on more than one occasion, and you gave me your brother’s. you were the one taking care of me when i had the surgery and genuinely wanted to kill myself, j couldn’t piss without any help, i couldn’t bathe. you were with me through it all, and you still spend your nights having orgies with a bunch of strangers?”

what do you even say to that?

“i—” you struggle to find your words. “the orgies are the problem?” you finally ask after a moment of stuttering and choosing your words.

“no,” he shakes his head, finally taking a drag of that blunt — a long drag. “the orgies aren’t the problem. the problem is that you’re not letting me love you like you deserve. you deserve more than just endless sex, endless pleasure.”

you scoff. you’re actually being called out. by luigi, of all people. “luigi, i’ve doing this since i turned legal. i love the sex, it’s love, too.”

“no, it’s not.” he’s quick to disagree. “that’s a fucked up coping mechanism.”

you roll you eyes, “okay, genius. whatever you say.”

he raised his eyebrows, “oh, yeah?”

you nod, “uh-huh, yeah.”

it’s silent after that. there’s the occasional car driving down the road, and that one lady that walks her dog late at night, but neither of you speak now. instead, you’re back to sharing the blunt.

luigi can’t stand too much silence, though. he just /has/ to open his mouth.

“didn’t know you were bi.” he says, almost quietly.

you shake your head, “i’m not. i don’t use labels. they’re stupid, anyway.” then you add, “it was surprising to see you take a dick in your mouth.” you almost smile a bit, at the memory of him having a stranger’s cock in his mouth, trying to take most of him in his mouth, gagging in the meantime.

“it was… out of the moment,” he says, “i was like, “fuck it, why not?”. i can’t believe i actually swallowed it afterwards.”

“it was really hot, though,” you say, starting to feel your panties stick to you as you’re mentioning it, “a straight guy with a cock in his mouth? i seriously couldn’t believe my eyes.”

he laughs, his shoulders moving with the action.

“don’t mention it again. it was crazy, after that.”

you laugh, too. “alright, alright. i’ll let you preserve your dignity. but again, it was just so hot, lui.”

he turns his head to look at you, at the expression on your face — you’re biting your lip, and you don’t notice it yourself because you do feel high, but not to the point you’re out of it. he places a hand on your thigh. oh, those hands of his.

as if subconsciously, you spread your legs a little bit, enough for him to take the hint and move his hand from your thigh, to between your legs, rubbing over the material of your denim shorts.

his fingers are skilled, knowing exactly where to touch. you wrap your fingers around his wrist, but you don’t move his hand. you keep it there.

“right there, right there,” you’re attempting to buck your hips in order to get more friction, but he stops.

“not here, beautiful,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your jawline. he pats your thigh, “inside. strip, and then get on the bed.”

OMG?anon this is so fucking good I’m gonna cry 😭

I seriously love your writing,I need to hear more from you!

i thought I was the only one who thought Lu sucking dick was so hot 😩

[mywitchyblog]

Can someone please explain to me who the hell is so upset with me that they’ve resorted to going into other shifters' ask boxes as an anonymous user and started bullying them in my name? It honestly baffles me that someone would stoop so low. If you have an issue with me or something I’ve said, be direct. I’m not one to hide behind anonymity or drag innocent people into something they have nothing to do with. If I had a problem with you, trust me, I’d say it to your face. I don’t need to hide in the shadows.

Now, there are only two possibilities for what’s going on here, and neither of them reflect well on the person responsible:

The first possibility is that this person is intentionally creating drama by sending themselves an anonymous ask. Maybe they’re looking for attention or trying to stir up conflict where there is none. It's sad, honestly, if that’s what’s happening because it just shows how far some people are willing to go to manufacture chaos.

The second possibility is that I’ve managed to piss someone off to the point where they’re now impersonating me, using my name to spread hate and start fights in spaces where I’m not even involved. If this is the case, I can’t say I’m surprised that someone would go this route rather than confront me directly, but it’s still frustrating. I don’t hide from criticism, and I won’t shy away from addressing issues head-on. But to use my identity in such a toxic way? That’s crossing a line.

To the person this happened to (I found out about this through a mutual, and I want you to know that I’m aware), I am truly sorry. I hate that this situation has dragged you into something you didn’t ask for, and I genuinely wish it hadn’t happened. But let me be absolutely clear: it wasn’t me. I did not send those messages, and I would never engage in that kind of behavior. It’s not how I handle things, and it’s certainly not how I treat others.

You are fully entitled to your own opinion, just like I’m entitled to mine. I’ve never denied that right to anyone, and I wouldn’t start now. We don’t have to agree on everything, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to attack you for your perspective or allow someone else to use my name to do so. That’s not how this works.

And just to set the record straight for the final time: I am not a pedophile, nor do I endorse, encourage, or support anything related to that disgusting behavior. It’s beyond insulting that I even have to keep repeating this, but here we are. In fact, I went out of my way to age myself up by a few years or to completely discard the DRs that felt problematic or uncomfortable. I’ve always been mindful of the spaces I navigate, especially when it comes to shifting, and I’ve made conscious decisions about what I’m comfortable with.

If you’re unhappy or confused about something I’ve said or done, talk to me like a human being. Bring it to me, and let’s figure it out. Don’t jump to conclusions or, worse, involve other people who aren’t even a part of the conversation. It’s cowardly and completely unnecessary. This whole thing could’ve been avoided with a little bit of maturity and honest communication.

At the end of the day, it’s honestly pathetic to bully other people just because they happen to have a different opinion than yours. Why are you so bothered by someone else’s perspective that you’d go out of your way to hurt them or cause unnecessary drama? We’re all individuals here, and our experiences with shifting, our journeys, and our beliefs are going to vary. No two people will see everything the same way, and that’s okay. It’s actually something to be embraced. What’s not okay is tearing each other down because of those differences. That only reflects poorly on you and shows how little respect you have for other people’s paths.

So, let’s try a little harder to be civil and respectful. You don’t have to agree with me, and I don’t have to agree with you, but at the very least, we can treat each other with decency.