#so I don’t know yet but I fucking will if it kills me

[makeyoumine69]

Can I make a request for the Batbays plsss can you one where like the scenario is that they are making out with there s/o and they want to take things further and this is like there first time and it leads to the most magical intimacy of there lives

Hello!🌻

Thank you for your request. I kept it mostly SFW with just a hint of NSFW, since I’m still getting a better feel for the Batboys before diving fully into smut. I hope you enjoy it!

The Batboys: First Time Intimacy HCs

All characters are considered adults.

Dick Grayson

When it comes to you, this man's motto is, “Loving you feels like flying.”

You're kissing under the stars—rooftop mattress, soft music, his laugh in your mouth.

He’s warm. Safe. His hands are everywhere but never rushed.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But you're ready. So damn ready it hurts.

“I’ve been ready since the moment I met you.”

You say you feel the same.

“Then let me take my time with you.”

And he does.

He undresses you like you’re fragile silk, lips following each revealed part of your body. He murmurs praise between every kiss, fingers dancing down your spine like a slow melody.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes as he sinks into you. “God, you’re everything.”

He holds eye contact. He whispers your name over and over. He makes you laugh mid-thrust, then leans down and kisses the sound right out of your mouth.

After, you fall asleep wrapped in him—his nose buried in your neck, his fingers tracing circles over your hip.

“I think I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.”

Tim Drake

"He was quiet until he wasn’t. Gentle until the storm broke." This is how you can describe him.

He kisses like he’s overthinking it—at first. Careful. Shy. Like he’s scared of messing up.

But when your fingers slide under his shirt?

When you whisper his name like that?

Tim snaps.

“I’ve never done this before. Not like this. Not where it meant something.”

You smile and whisper: “Then let’s mean it. Together.”

You strip slowly, both trembling a little, both touching like you're discovering constellations in skin.

Tim kisses your neck like it’s sacred. He explores. Watches your face like he’s studying you. His hands are shaking—but his thrusts? Deep. Desperate. Like he’s chasing something he never thought he could have.

“You feel so good,” he groans against your shoulder, “I don’t want this to end.”

After, he tucks you into him like a blanket. He’s quiet, breath steady.

And then softly:

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after tonight.”

Jason Todd

Jason is very dramatic. For example, when he gets really emotional, he might say something like, “You're the first person to ever touch me like I'm not a weapon.” It's a pretty rare thing, you know?

It starts with him kissing you like he always does—all tongue and tension, hands tight on your waist, like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

But tonight, he pulls back. Breathless. Shaking.

“We don’t have to—”

“I want to.” You reply shortly.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs back, looking at you with his big, doe-like eyes.

“I’m sure. Jay, it’s you.”

And then he loses it.

Clothes hit the floor one by one. His mouth traces every inch of your skin like he’s mapping it, tongue dragging over scars and soft places alike.

He goes slow. Painfully slow. Graceful. Worshipful.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he whispers against your throat, “and I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

He holds you after. Tight. Like letting go would kill him.

And just before sleep pulls him under, you hear:

“Please don’t disappear.”

Damian Wayne

Maybe it’s the Wayne genes at work, but Damian would come in with this kind of energy: “He only asked once—because when Damian gives his heart, it’s once and it’s forever.”

He’s composed. Dangerous. Magnetic. And yet—when he kisses you tonight, it’s not about dominance.

It’s about devotion.

“You do not understand what this means to me,” he whispers, voice low, accented, curated. “You are not a fleeting desire. You are… mine.”

You nod.

He doesn’t smile—not fully—but something in him softens.

He undresses you like a ritual. Hands slow, lips deliberate, murmuring Arabic against your skin.

“So beautiful. So brave.”

When he finally pushes inside you, it’s with complete control—hips steady, pace deep and grounding.

But beneath that?

You feel it.

Unraveling.

He makes you unravel with his name on your lips and his hand over your heart, head buried in your neck like he’s praying.

After, he doesn’t move. Just holds you.

Then quietly:

“I will only ever give this to you.”

And he means it.

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[lanabuckybarnes]

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨."

Bucky didn't think relationships were ever on the card for him. So when you appeared, seeking release without the strings of love, he accepted. But now there was a big issue.

-°❀.ೃ࿔*-

🇵​​🇦​​🇮​​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F) ​🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇳​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​: Friends with Benefits, Oral (F), Facesitting, Poor love sick Barnes- Any I've missed lemme know. ​🇼​​🇴​​🇷​​🇩​ ​🇨​​🇴​​🇺​​🇳​​🇹​: 936 ​🇳​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​: So here is the slop. please forgive the amount of time I have been gone I have a lot going on irl and with trying to write about my own characters my boys have fell into second place. I will upload when I have something I feel like is good enough to share.

Oh.

Oh shit,

“Oh my god, Buck–”

He chuckled from between your legs, heavy hand swatting the flesh of your ass. His tongue is on you, in you. It draws soft, teasing circles over your clit, teeth grazing it lightly sending shocks of sheer pleasure quaking down your thighs.

It had never felt like this.

Sex. With the man before Barnes it was rushed, tongue flicking in a way that left you overstimmed in all of the wrong ways.

This. This made you forget how you were supposed to feel. So needy yet so complete at the same time. Your fingers tangle in his sheets, using them to keep yourself grounded.

“You like that, Princess?” He swiped from the entrance to your clit again, arousal glistening in the scruff atop his lip. That fucking nickname. 

“Tell me how much you love it.”

Your neck arched as you threw your head back, desperate sounds falling from kiss bitten lips. 

You fucking loved it.

You craved it.

A belonging. Like you were something to someone. Even if that something in this moment was his toy, you’d die happy with that.

His head tilted, five o’clock stubble scraping against your raw pussy. Your thighs threaten to close around his head again, trap him between them.

Bucky’s teeth sink into your inner thigh pulling a squeal from your lungs, hips bucking. His tongue soothes over it a second later. 

“You’re a damn brat. When I speak, you answer. Got that?” He growled with a ferocity only a man starved could create. He was starving. He had told you as much, that waiting was killing him but he’d do it for you. Now that you were over tiptoeing he finally let himself loose. And you had to make it difficult for him.

You liked it. Frustrating him.

“Princess.”

“Yeah, James?” You said, breathless, cheeks mottled. His government name wasn't something that slipped from your lips often, he much preferred Bucky. He didn't believe he was that man anymore, James. But he shivered every time you purred the syllable, Only you could make him enjoy that name again. Make him feel like him.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

Your hips rocked over him again, soft sighs escaping. “I love it, James.”

He smacked your ass again, harder than before, his other hand firm on your upper thigh keeping your pussy right on his mouth.

“Love what?” his breath aired along your slit, lips brushing over the mess he had made. He teased you. Like he didn’t already know. Like you weren't dripping down his goddamn chin.

“Love your mouth on me, James. I-I’ve never felt so fucking needy.”

“Good.”

The world blurred as he manhandled you upright, his mop of dark hair and those ocean blue hues, almost obsidian from how wide his pupils were. 

You were his drug.

He was addicted. 

His fingers tightened around your hips, pulling down. You grabbed the headboard suddenly, eyes wide, breaths heaving as you hovered over him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He was losing his patience, cock straining painfully against his jeans. You wanted to reach over and help but he wouldn’t let you touch him. Not before he left you satisfied first.

“Buck, I don’t think–”

“Sit.” He demanded. 

Your body obeyed, thighs giving out. His mouth ravaged, teeth and tongue devouring everything you could offer him. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Whenever you did it was him in your mind, in your lungs.

James Barnes was taking over your sense of being, your control. Using your body as it was his own.

And you loved every moment of it.

“Shit, baby, you’re fucking dripping. Taste so fucking good.”

You nodded, mouth unable to form words, it hung slack letting everything else fall free. Mantras of his name most of all.

He was your god to pray to. 

Your end was close, belly tight with a coil that had you doubled in two, forehead against the cold wood, eyes pinned on him. His hair slick with sweat, lashes fluttered over his rosy cheeks.

His fingers found their place between your folds, curling over your g-spot.

And you exploded.

“James!”

“That’s it baby,” He said, drawl thick, honeyed. His fingers pistoned harder. “You better gimme it all, right on my fucking mouth.”

Bucky kept his movements against you, till your hand pushed on his head, hips bucking up away from him.

He pushed you to sit on his hips, foreheads plastered together. His mouth on yours.

You could taste your spend and him. Sex brewed with sandalwood and leather, and utter dominance. That was Bucky.

That was the man that had ruined you for anyone else with just his tongue.

“You still with me?” He smiled once you had both parted, clean fingers carding through your hair. You nodded, tongue too heavy in against the bottom of your mouth for a response.

“Good.” He slipped from under you despite your protests. His warmth was replaced by his sheet a second later.

“Get some rest. I’ll be back soon.”

Humming, your lids slipped shut, consciousness fading.

The last thing you remembered was his plump lips against your temple, soft unintelligible words vibrating against your skin.

Then sleep overtook you, with a smile on your face.

What you didn't see was Bucky, slid to a slump on the other end of the door, his head in his hands. He was stupid. He was playing a dangerous game, allowing himself to indulge in the fruits you offered him even if nothing would come of it.

Because he needed you

He lo– he loved you.

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[petalborn]

guys i just can’t stop thinking about baron lamram.

“you sure?” he asks again, voice all shaky and low like he still thinks this might be a joke. his palms are sweating where they rest on your hips, and he can’t stop blinking, like maybe if he closes his eyes for long enough, you’ll vanish.

“look at me, puppet.” you cradle his face in your hands, thumbs brushing that stubble soft jaw. “do i look like i’m kidding?”

he swallows hard. “no, ma’am.”

“then stop askin’. i wanna ride you. s’that alright?”

he nods fast, face going scarlet, the tips of his ears burning hot. “y-yeah. yes, ma’am. it’s just—i ain’t never—I don’t wanna mess it up.”

you smile, slow and sweet, dragging your fingers down his bare chest. “you won’t. just sit back. be good for me.”

his cock’s already hard, straining up against his stomach, flushed dark and angry red at the tip, glossy with precum that’s smeared across his skin from how twitchy he’s been. thick, too—fat enough to stretch you good—and when you wrap your hand around it, he whines, hips bucking clean off the mattress.

“goddamn,” you mutter, giving him a lazy stroke. “this what you been hidin’ from me? no wonder you’re so shy.”

“don’t say stuff like that,” he breathes, voice high and tight with embarrassment. “you’re gonna make me—i’m gonna—”

“not yet, baby.” you hush him, move slow as you tug your panties to the side, already soaked through. “you’re not gonna cum till i’m sittin’ on it.”

he watches, starry eyed, as you line him up and start to sink down, inch by inch. his mouth drops open—“ohh, f-fuckin’ christ”—and his whole body goes stiff beneath you like he’s being electrocuted.

you’re wet enough that it takes him easy, but god, he stretches you wide, thick and heavy and deep, and by the time you bottom out, your pussy’s making the filthiest sounds, hot and soaked around him, all slick suck and squelch with every slow roll of your hips.

“s-so warm,” baron stammers, gripping at your thighs like he’s scared to move. “feels—feels too good, i cain’t—I don’t know what to do—”

“don’t gotta do anything, baby,” you breathe against his ear. “just let me fuck this perfect cock if yours, alright? you just lay there and take it.”

his breath catches, lashes fluttering as you start to move—grinding slow, dragging your cunt up till just the swollen head’s inside, then sinking back down with a wet slap that knocks the wind outta him.

“you hear that?” you whisper, fucking him slow and deep, letting your pussy get real messy around him. “you feel how wet i am for you?”

he whimpers, actual tears in his eyes, and nods so fast you think he might break his neck.

“so sticky,” you murmur, picking up the pace. “so hot and full. fuck, baron—you’re fillin’ me up so good, baby. stretchin’ me just right.”

his thighs are shaking under you. his hands are clutching your hips like lifelines. and his poor cock—swollen and flushed, twitching deep inside you, dripping so much precum it’s leaking out where you’re stuffed full of him—is already throbbing like he’s right on the edge.

“p-please,” he begs, barely coherent. “please, i cain’t—please, i’m gonna—”

“go ahead,” you moan, nails digging into his chest. “go on, baby. fill me up. wanna feel it, wanna be your first.”

he breaks under you—lets out this raw, wrecked moan and jerks his hips up hard, cock throbbing deep inside as he spills in thick, hot spurts, so much of it it leaks right back out around the base.

you don’t stop moving. ride him through it slow, make him feel every second of it while his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open in a filthy little sob.

when he’s done, he’s gasping under you, fucked-out and trembling, skin flushed pink and slick with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead.

“…i think i blacked out a little,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering.

you grin, leaning down to kiss him. “that’s alright, sugar. you’ll survive. maybe.”

he groans, breathless. “you’re gonna kill me.”

“mmhm,” you hum, grinding your hips just once more for good measure. “but you’ll die happy.”

and judging by the pathetic whimper that spills from his throat, he’d let you do it.

[musaa34]

✩“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ?“✩

The train had barely left the station, and Y/N had already ditched her friends to hunt for coffee like her life depended on it. The hallway was bustling, students settling into their compartments, and she, still in her skirt and oversized cardigan, barefoot in her slippers, marched with purpose and a sleepy pout.

She passed by a half-open compartment—and paused. Inside, sitting alone, was him. Draco Malfoy. Of course she knew who he was. Everyone did. Though she was surprised by the sight of him alone. He was always with his friends so that made her stop for a moment.

Hair like he was in a shampoo commercial, that annoyingly elegant posture, and a reputation for being exactly the kind of cold she secretly found fascinating. But right now? He was reading.

A real book. Paper. Ink.

That was it—curiosity won. Without thinking (she never does), she slid the door open like it’s her compartment and not his.

“Hi” she smiled politely. He blinked, looked up, visibly confused. Did hogwarts include the attendance service this year ? No way, Dumbledore would sooner pour galleons into castor oil for his beard than spend a knut on this school..

“…Hello?” He said, opening his eyes like a creature got into the compartment.

The ‘why-are-you-here’ practically echoed off the walls. She didn’t even flinch. Just plopped herself down beside him as if they were lifelong train buddies.

Comfortable.

“I’ve read that,” she said, gesturing at his book. “What did you think when the guy tried to—”His hand was suddenly over her mouth. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he said, deadly calm. “Respectfully, please.”

She blinked, her eyes wide…then giggled. Like he was the most adorable little grump she’d ever seen and not like she almost got killed politely.

“Oh my god—I’m sorry! I was gonna spoil it, wasn’t I?” She smiled. “Yes.” He dropped his hand and sighed like he aged ten years. “Tragically.”

She tucked her legs under her, sipping her coffee as if nothing happened. “It’s so good though, right? The pacing in the middle’s a bit slow, but the ending ?-“she caught herself. “I’m not saying anything. Promise.”

He side-eyed her like she was an unpredictable storm cloud made of caffeine and spoilers.

And yet… he shut his book.

Set it down.

That’s when the real chaos began.

She talked.

And talked.

And talked.

About book covers, café aesthetics, the tragedy of fictional men, how she cries over characters but not real people, and whether Hogwarts needed a better espresso machine. Draco just stared for a while a bit stunned also slightly offended.

But maybe..maybe..a little entertained.

“So… who’s your favorite author ?” she asked brightly, chin in her hand. He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t have one. I read what looks interesting. I’m not obsessed with books or anything.” He said by, clearly aiming at her.

She nodded like he hadn’t just committed a crime. “Fair enough. Do you like the one you’re reading, though?”. He smirked, eyes narrowed. “I was enjoying it… until I was ambushed and nearly spoiled in my own train compartment.”

“Fair” she grinned, completely unbothered.

He blinked again.

“…Do I know you?”

She sipped her coffee, smiling innocently. “Nope.”

He stared.

She winked

And for the first time in a while, Draco Malfoy didn’t mind being interrupted. Not if it meant something could make his day interesting like this. Draco blinked, still mildly disoriented by the fact that someone had willingly walked into his quiet space, chattered non-stop, spoiled his book and was now treating him like an old friend she had coffee with every Tuesday.

She was halfway through rambling about another book she loved when he finally interrupted, voice low, a bit cautious:

“…What’s your name ?”

But she was on another planet, a totally different one..“Oh, but before that ! You have to read this one I just finished last week. You’ll adore it. Like—it’s heartbreaking in a good way. You’ll hate me for making you love it. I’ll lend it to you if you want.”

He blinked. “Adore it?”

“I swear,” she insisted, eyes wide with excitement. “Even if you’re not a book guy..which, ew, by the way—you’re going to fall in love with this one. Promise.”

He had never been this aggressively recommended something before. He wasn’t even into books like that..but… she was. And instead of stopping her, he leaned into his palm, eyes trained on her animated face. Her hands moved when she spoke. She had a spark in her eye.

She didn’t just like stories..no..she lived in them.

He didn’t get her name. But suddenly, he really wanted it. Just then, the door slid open with a chaotic clatter. Blaise, Regulus, Theo and Lorenzo strutted in like the train was their runway.

Y/N stood up in a soft little rush. “Oh-sorry!”

In her attempt to step aside, she accidentally stepped on Blaise’s foot.

“OW—” Blaise yelped dramatically, hopping like he’d been hexed. “My foot, woman ! I need that to walk !” He scowled and his expression dropped when he saw her face. Wow

She gasped “Oh my god-I’m so sorry !”

Her cheeks flushed. Not bright red but soft pink, like morning light. Draco sat back, amused now. Regulus raised a brow, Theo just… stared and Lorenzo blinked, clearly trying to figure out if they’d just walked into the middle of a moment.

Y/N smiled politely, the charm still glowing off her without trying. “Have a nice…lecture—I mean, journey !”

She gave them one last smile before slipping out like the scene had never happened, leaving behind the scent of coffee, vanilla, and too many unanswered questions.

The compartment went quiet.

Blaise turned, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

“…Why was that pretty girl sitting here like you two were discussing your wedding playlist?”. Draco just exhaled through his nose, biting his bottom lip, gaze still on the door.

“…I don’t know.”

But he wanted to.

What’s her name ?

[pureasdrivensnoww]

1x1x1x1 x masochist reader

genre: slightly(?) suggestive at the end, read tws!!

character: 1x1x1x1

word count:

all pronouns used on 1x

tw: swearing, describing the feeling of being stabbed and blood, nausea (it’s just like “you feel nauseous” and that’s it)

an: this is what I was talking w @mika-thexd about in my recent posts/reposts

I thought I knew how to write blood but shout out to reddit and pinterest for pulling through!

also this is betrayed 1x bc I love their hair like need that need them

and this will be edited either tomorrow morning or night bc I think it’s a bit messy or confusing or smth

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

You felt the stab deep in your gut. The blood trickling down steadily and slowly as they stabbed you again and again.

You didn’t really react other than trying not to laugh or smirk at her pure and utter frustration.

They let out a guttural groan. You felt your heart stop beating as fast, calming down from the thrill of running. 1x shoves you back against the wall and stabbing you again. You did this every single time they were the killer without fail.

At first he thought you just wanted to distract them to help your teammates so they would ignore you but they couldn’t help but notice that when you were last-man-standing you didn’t fuss as much and didn’t seem as scared compared to the others. It intrigued them a tiny bit to say the least.

But, it was still their job to kill your sorry self.

You feel nauseous, like you always do just before you black out for the rest of the round.

But you’re smart. You just won’t piss them off as easily this time, pissing him off means they’ll kill you quicker and that means no talking to her so you’ve got to think.

You didn’t really do generators in hopes the timer would deplete slower and defiantly didn’t throw yourself at them to get their attention this time.

Eventually, you do see 1x. They hit you with their mass infection before running off to target the survivor they were originally targetting. You turn to look at him.

“Do it again!” You call out, trying to mock her into chasing you.

They, begrudgingly walk over to you to your surprise.

“What does such a stupid person like yourself want this time?” They spit out, their voice filled with vitriol but you’re too surprised they haven’t killed you for even attempting to talk with him to care.

“You.” You intentionally pause for a second or two, letting your words hang in the air before you finish your sentence, “to stab me,”

They pause at that. You don’t know whether they’re considering it or extremely confused. “What a foolish request, I don’t see why you’d want that.”

You shrug. “Do it.” You urge him.

They stare at you for a good couple seconds, probably thinking ‘what the fuck? Is this person okay?’ But she eventually complies and knowing you won’t move or react he reluctantly rests his hand on your shoulder to get a better grip and angle to stab you at.

To inflict pain! Obviously, you’re such a foolish person, why would you let them do this knowing it’s gonna hurt you?

He pauses to look at you for a second and you swear the undying hatred burning in their eyes falters for a moment, you lean closer as her hair brushes and scratches at your face.

“Do it.” You hum.

She leans closer as well before hesitantly leaning back. They stab you, deep into the stomach, the pain throbs as it courses through you yet you hardly react.

“This isn’t over.” He says begrudgingly, letting your body drop to the floor for the last couple seconds of your life, his voice still laced with that bitterness that has since grown familiar to you.

an: why aren’t there more fanfics like this, I love this prompt 💔

[starlightshadowsworld]

I don't mean to break us further after this chapter but am I he only one who immediately went "why the fuck is this Oda and Dazai WHY IS AKINARI BEING HELD BY ATSUSHI THE SAME WAY ODA WAS HELD BY DAZAI"

Like literally my first thought.

Also I can't be the only one seeing the brief parallel, with Oda's death pushing Dazai to make the right choice and Atsushi being told to kill Akinari and then doing the right thing and instead freeing them (he I guess considering we finally saw it was a yukata they were wearing)

Like...even though there isn't a bond I'm just drawing parallels like the weirdo I am

Oda saying Dazai was a burnt cat and Atsushi seeing his little self being punished for the tiger next to Akinari

Oda and Akinari both being ready to die for something they/someone else brought upon themselves

Atsushi and Dazai having to hear the final words of people in a situation they haven't seemed to fully process yet

Atsushi and Dazai being thrust into said situation without any warning at all in general and watching someone die in their arms

Also there begs to question why Akinari was killed so quickly

I've always wondered about Atsushi's connection to the Book. Do you think Amenogozen and Tsukinogozen were connected to the Book and therefore Akinari as well?

also there begs to question what they meant by leaving the rest to SSKK

And it might just be me but I swear on my life in Chapter 26 Kouyou says something similar, something like she's leaving Kyouka to Atsushi. "I'll leave the rest to you" and "I'll leave Kyouka to you" WHY DOES ATSUSHI ALWAYS GET RESPONSIBILITIES HE ISN'T READY FOR YET???

And the thing is their bangs are on opposite sides and literally the first page I ever saw of Akinari I immediately clocked that they were good due to that little character detail, unlike Kouyou with her bangs on the right side due to Japan believing that right = evil and left = pure

WHICH ALSO IS A REASON ATSUSHI'S BANGS ARE ON THE LEFT INSTEAD OF THE RIGHT EVEN WITH THE BLACK STREAK BECAUSE IT PROCES THAT TIME AND TIME AGAIN NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY DESERVE IT ATSUSHI WILL ALWAYS BE SWAYED TO CHOOSE THE MORALLY RIGHT THING TO DO EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE CAN DO IT THE WRING WAY HE STILL ACTIVELY FIGHTS AGAINST THAT PART OF HIM BC HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE LIKE THE HEADMASTER

ANYWAY I'm so sorry if you doing want stuff about 124.5 yet in your asks 😞😞😞

First of all, you’re fine it’s fine don’t worry about it. My only thing about people sending me stuff about new chapters is just to wait till I’ve read the chapter.

After that you know go nuts I love talking about it with people.

As for your ask, ow owwwwie! I didn’t even think about the Odasaku and Dazai parallels to Akinari and Atsushi. And now that you’ve mentioned it yeah I can see it.

While of course not having the same bond as they did, both Odasaku and Akinari have been used to push Dazai and Atsushi to end the cycle of torment. You could argue Odasuku saw himself in Dazai and wanted to save him the way he couldn’t save the kids and himself.

And Atsushi saw in Akinari himself and wanted to save him in the way he couldn’t save his friends and himself.

Good eye for that.

Atsushi is definitely the one who keeps getting hit with the “I’m leaving the rest to you” sentiment. In fact going back Fukuzawa said the same thing to Atsushi (chapter 120.5) when he was “killed.”

Unfortunately Atsushi is the one everyone knows is the one who can defeat the threat…and frankly one of the only people left too do so.

Alas no rest for him.

So the way I see it is that the swords are able to respectively manipulate the fabric of reality and those that dwell within it. The Book as we know it (Bsd Beast) has created other worlds that exist outside this original universe.

And so because of the swords, namely Amenogozen being able to manipulate the worlds the Book has created that is what ties them together.

I don’t think that they were intended to be created this way, it’s just a consequence of the power that they wield. Like Akinari was sealed within another realm of existence using the sword that they created. But they didn’t create the 4th dimensional plane as it already existed because of the Book.

All Akinari’s captors did was use the sword to open a door they knew already was there.

That’s my understanding of course I could be completely wrong but that’s where I stand with it for now.

So to me they are all connected but it’s just by virtue of how they work individually. Kinda like how Mori runs the Port Mafia but it existed as an organisation before he was around. It’s a power he used for his own benefit even if he didn’t create it.

I hope that makes sense 😅

The bangs are fun detail I hadn’t noticed that but yeah no it also serves as another similarity between the two of them.

[average-yaoi-enjoyer]

"Why are you making it so angsty, it's a kids show-"

NO. WHY IS NICKELODEON WATERING THIS DOWN?? WTF GUYS.

The shit that goes down in Danny Phantom is batshit insane, and no doubt bone-chillingly painful too.

For the sake of my sanity, l'm not gonna get into the actual show material. How about we just take a second to look at the theme song instead?

"Young Danny Fenton he was just fourteen(14)"

Right off the bat, we got an age. Fourteen? Sounds like he’s still a kid to me, yeah? And I know I said I wasn’t getting into show material, but I do want to mention something. It’s a running joke in the show that Danny hasn’t hit puberty yet. That is a child. Okay? That’s a prepubescent little boy. Keep that in mind for me.

“When his parents built a very strange machine”

so, what I’m hearing is, his parents build things, which would mean they likely have some tools or machinery that should be kept away from Danny(and Jazz for that matter), right? Well apparently not, because this is literally happening in their fucking basement. Child endangerment at its finest, folks. (Side note-do they have permits for this??? Is this even remotely legal???)

“It was designed to view a world unseen”

okay, so not only did they build a “strange machine” in their BASEMENT, this thing is supposed to be a portal to another DIMENSION??!? AND THEY JUST LET THEIR KIDS AROUND IT, AND EVEN SHOW IT OFF TO THEIR YOUNGEST????!! I’m sorry, I just. Somebody call CPS holy shit.

”When it didn’t quite work, his folks, they just quit”

and they just. Left him in there??? ALONE??? I mean yeah, Sam and Tucker were there but those are ALSO fourteen(14) year olds. They don’t count. I mean cmon it’s like you’re asking for him to do something stupid like-

“But then Danny took a look inside of it”

-like that…seriously guys? I mean obviously Danny should have known better than to do that, but his parents definitely hold just as much blame. At the very least get the kids to leave the basement with you. Or hell, just tell them to stay away from the giant portal to the ghost world. I don’t CARE if you think it doesn’t work. Basic lab safety guys….

“There was a great big flash, everything just changed”

Ok, Danny, dude, I love you, but come ON. If you have to go inside the big scary ghost portal could you ATLEAST watch where your hand is going?? Also how did you not feel that button before you pressed it?? Were you just continuously putting weight on the wall as you walked??😭😭

“His molecules got all rearranged”

OW?????? Obviously I have no idea what it feels like to have your molecules rearranged but that HAS to be painful??? Science tumblr, if y’all could possibly back me up on this I would owe you so much.

“When he first woke up, he realized he had snow-white hair and glowing green eyes”

ok so now we have a potential identity crisis on top of everything else. Great. He’s gotta be atleast a LITTLE freaked out about this

”He could walk through walls, disappear, and fly! He was much more unique than the other guys”

Oh sweet, something to make him an outcast from the rest of his peers. That’s gonna be just AMAZING for this still-developing teenager.

”it was then that he knew what he had to do, he had to stop all the ghosts who were coming through”

ah yes, the child warrior. A tale as old as time.

“He’s here to fight, for me and you”

so we’re just…putting the weight of the entire town on this fourteen year olds shoulders??? I’m not misinterpreting that?? Yeah? We are? Okay, great.

I also wanted to add-on top of the whole “molecules being rearranged” stuff, the visuals included him being electrocuted. Not to mention, it LITERALLY KILLED HIM?? And the ectoplasm leaking out from the Ghost Zone brought him back?? So not only did this thing mutate his dna, it also killed and resurrected him😐

still think it’s “just a kids show”?

Anyway, I just needed to yap. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

[willsmithsbitch]

Best friend or Sister-in-law?

Will Smith x fem!reader

Wc: 1.9k

Livvy talks- not proofread at all and probably sucks but oh well. Enjoy!

Pt.1

Being the best friend of Grace Smith you were obviously aware of her brother, Will. In fact you’ve met him a few times as you and Grace live together on the outskirts of San Jose. The both of you decided if we best to move there as she would be closer to her brother and you would get better job opportunities in San Jose.

Will comes round quite often as you guys are not far from his and you have gotten to know him a little more each time he comes round. You get on really well with him, he is a great guy after all.

As much as he is there to see Grace, he always makes sure to include you by things such as inviting you out to lunch and giving you the same hello and goodbye hugs as he would his sister. All was well with the three of you: except one thing.

He’s hot as fuck.

You’ve been attracted to him the moment he stepped into your house and it’s starting to be a problem. You think of him day and night. The way his eyes shine in the sun, the way his hair is always so perfect, even after he’s just woken up. And that smile; it was gorgeous.

But it can’t happen. What would Grace say? She would probably kill you for messing with her brother. But love happens in mysterious ways, right?

You can help but think he thinks the same about you. Maybe he does; or maybe it’s your delusions. But every time you notice his stare lingering for a bit too long or the way his hugs get progressively tighter everytime you see him, you can’t help but wonder…

Waking up to your aggressively loud alarm clock after getting only a few hours of sleep is just cruel, but only until you realise it’s a Saturday and you don’t have to do any work at all. Standing up from your bed you make your way into your on-suite bathroom to brush your teeth, hair and make yourself look slightly more presentable before going downstairs to find the source of the pancakes you can already smell. You have a guest in the house after all.

With the cold wooden floor hitting your feet at each step you look up to see Will, at the source of the pancakes. He’s clearly gotten up early to make them. God he just gets more perfect every time.

“Hey Y/n. Pancakes?” Will says when he noticed you coming down the stairs. “Of course” you say back to him, giving a sweet smile. “Is Grace up yet?” You ask him, already expecting the answer to be no as you have never seen her ever be close to a morning person. “Nope. Just you and me” Will replies as he puts some pancakes onto a plate for you.

Oh. Did I mention he was shirtless?

You walk over into the open kitchen where the half dressed god is standing and thank him for the pancakes. His were always the best despite him not being the best cook. You take yourself to the dining table to eat, and Will follows.

“Any plans for today?” He asks you. Wills quite an active person, always wanting to do something so you didn’t really feel like saying you were planning on slouching on the couch and watching The Summer I Turned Pretty. “No, nothing. You?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing much, just maybe going for a walk after breakfast. Do you wanna come?” He asks with no hesitation. He wants you to come.

“Yeah sure” you reply, trying to ask like you didn’t just nearly spit a mouthful of pancake onto him. You have no clue how you are going to control yourself being alone with him. You were like a rabid dog. Being with him and Grace was fine, you knew how to act cause there was someone else there, his sister, so you obviously couldn’t act on your teenage hornyness that hasn’t yet gone away yet at that point. But now? What if you pounce on him or something?

Eating the rest of your food while chatting with Will and getting ready for your walk went quick. Now all that is left is to walk. With Will. And try not to fuck him in the woods or something. Shit. If Grace could read your mind you would be publicly executed.

Chatting with Will is one of the most simplest things in your life. He’s so easy to talk to and he makes you laugh more than anyone you know, so it’s not like the walk was hard. You loved being around him and you hope he thinks the same. The walk was filled with smiles and laughter but you couldn’t help but think how close he was to you the whole time. It was like he was trying to be as close to you as possible. Was he? Every one in a while you would make eye contact that made your heart skip a few beats. He just has the most gorgeous eyes you have ever seen. He really is just the most wonderful person.

You two ended up walking near some riverside that was just outside San Jose and it was outstanding. The mountains of flowers and trees surrounding a flow of water was just surreal to look at, it was crazy that you’ve never been here before.

“It’s so beautiful” you tell Will as you stare in awe at the view before you. “It is, isn’t it” he says staring with you before looking at you.

You were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He loved looking at you, talking to you, making you laugh or even just being in your presence. But he can’t do anything about that. What would Grace say?

Snapping away from the trance of the beautiful scenery you look over to Will who is already looking at you. The eye contact was cinematic. You were standing close, hands almost touching as you both gazed into each others souls, like you could read everything about each other though your eyes. You never wanted it to end.

But it did, of course. It ended when Grace called you and both of you jolted away like two teenagers who had been caught by their mom making out. Grace was calling you, probably to see where the two of you had run off to, so you answered and the two of you made your way home.

As the sound of the front door shuts, Grace shouts through from the kitchen where she’s eating the leftovers of you and Will’s breakfast. “Morning guys!” The both of you reply with smiles on your faces and the silly usual chatter between the three of you begin.

The whole of the day seemed to fly away from you as you didn’t do much. Will had went to the gym, Grace went to visit one of her work friends and you think she is planning of staying the night. You sat on the coach in your phone like you have been for the last hour and a half when the front door opens and by the sound of the footsteps coming your way you know exactly who it is. Will is back.

“Hey. How was the gym?” You ask, creating a normal small talk between the two of you. “Alright. What you doing? Just chilling?” You turn off your phone and place it on the coffee table that sits in front of the massive L shaped sofa. “Yeah. I was actually planning on watching a movie but I just don’t know which one.”

Will’s practically perks up like a dog. He loves watching films. That was one of the first things you knew about him and it’s become a regular thing to watch one when he’s round. “Can I join? I accidentally discovered Grace’s secret chocolate stash that could come to great use” He says making you laugh. You knew she hides food from Will because he always eats it all. “Sure. You are picking the movie tho” “I won’t let you down, I will pick good.” He says.

The movie felt like the longest thing you have ever had to endure in life. You were sure that it would be interesting, if you were paying attention, but you weren’t. All you could pay attention to was the man that looks like he’s fallen from heaven and carefully crafted by god himself, who was sitting right beside you. The only thing you could do was stare at the tv like you know what’s going on cause it’s that or shamelessly staring at the way the man’s muscles flex every time he goes to put a big of popcorn in his mouth.

Every move he made was with caution, it was soft. He was aware of the woman next to him and was almost trying to be careful with his movements, like you were a soft and skitterish animal. He tried so hard not to stare at you, to make it awkward, but all he wanted to do was stare at you. But reflexes caught up and he found himself staring at you with admiration without even knowing it. He only realised when you turned her head to look back at him.

“You’re really beautiful y/n. You know what?”

It took you by surprise. The man you don’t stop thinking about was sitting next to you and calling you beautiful. What the fuck.

“Will” you reply, voice almost denying what he says as you close your eyes for an elongated blink. “No I mean it. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out.” Everything was so surreal, you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything.

Taking his jaw into your hand and shifting closer to him, you kiss him. You kiss him in a soft loving way and he does back. No lust was felt between the two of you in the moment, all you could feel was his soft lips intertwining with yours.

When you release yourself from the kiss, your forehead rests on his and you close your eyes, taking it all in. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life y/n. I want you to be in it more.” He quietly speaks, head still against yours. It was a soft whisper, like you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t inches from him.

Moving your hand to the back of his head to play with his soft waves, you kiss him again and as your lips simultaneously move you feel his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, so you open your mouth and let him in.

Okay, there’s maybe a little lust now.

The next morning you are woken by the opening of the door to your bedroom. When your alarm doesn’t go off Grace often comes in to wake you. Opening your eyes to face her -cause you didn’t really fancy her jumping on you as she usually does when you don’t wake up quick enough- she seems off, and you quickly realise why.

You look to the left of you as something in your bed shifts and you see shirtless will, back facing you, sleeping like a baby.

Fuck. Sake.

[bulletforprettyboy]

I want to know everything about you. Fuck small talk and base level questions. You know I hate that, don't you? I don't just want to know your favorite color, or how you take your coffee. I want to know what your face looks like when you’re still drowsy and quiet, when you haven’t put your guard up yet. I want to know what side you sleep on, which songs you skip, what you mutter when you think no one’s listening. I want to know what your hands do when you’re nervous and how your voice shakes when you’re lying. I want to learn the shape of your silence. I want to memorize the edges of your mood swings.

I want to know what makes your breath hitch. What you sound like when you cum. What name you say when you're not thinking. Is it mine? I bet it is. I hope it is. Where do your hands go first, sweet thing? Do you tease yourself? Do you get greedy and need it all, right then and there? Are you tempted to text me during? Call me? You should. Tell me what breaks you. What does it for you? I need to know what your face contorts into when I tell you to stop just as you're on edge.

I want to ruin you soft and slow just so I can watch the shift in your eyes when it stops being sweet. I want to crawl so deep into your desires that you forget which ones were yours and which ones were mine. You’re in my head like a sickness. Every thought circles back to you. I don’t want space. I don’t want peace. Don’t keep any of it to yourself. I want it all.

You don’t get to keep secrets. Not from me. Not when I’d bleed just to hear you whimper my name again. Not when I'd kill to be inside you. Not when I’d set fire to every part of myself just to worship you properly. To be on my knees with your sins on my tongue, praising every broken, filthy, perfect inch of you. I’d ruin myself gently, slowly, just to prove you’re the altar I was meant to crawl to. Let me pray with my mouth open and your taste on my breath. Let me prove I was made to serve.

[no-you-are-not-kris]

I know this is indeed a lot to read, but please rate ts💔🥀

this is… way too much to rate so I’ll give some individual thoughts as a scroll through all of this

Yes, Player exists in Undertale, it’s just way more subtle than in Deltarune because it’s not necessarily the main focus.

“they’re a representation of us” no, not representation, but a reflection of sorts. i’d say (though with little confidence) that they are supposed to represent your actions or the result of such actions, not you as a person

also, this guy literally acknowledges Chara is seperate from the player, therefore should not be up for interpretation.

what other RPGs do with their characters don’t effect what Toby Fox chose to do with his. it’s “yeah but Toby Fox isn’t Shakespeare” all over again.

well, your parents named you, and i’m sure they didn’t decide for you that you would be so annoyingly stubborn about erasing non-binary representation on what looks to be tiktok.

they acknowledge the character is non-binary, but then treats it as a placeholder identity. pro tip: don’t fucking do that. non-binary is its own completely valid identity.

“Toby said so!” “where? send me the link” “ummmm actually i cant open the app right now oops hehe” just say you made it all up dude.

and this last comment regarding the photos will be a few separate paragraphs but people using Chara counting down the monsters as proof that they are evil pisses me off to no end

because nobody ever says shit about Flowey, who arguably does WAY MORE to help you by doing all the puzzles for you, as well as actually killing Asgore.

but no, because Chara does some basic math and makes some edgy commentary, suddenly they’re to blame for all the horrible things.

Chara is a child. they’re impressionable enough to believe that humanity is nothing but evil based purely off of their own experiences

and so they’re impressionable enough to be taught that violence is the answer, life is meaningless and that they must’ve been revived for the sole purpose of helping you kill.

Debunking this entire comment thread is as simple as the screenshot of Chara saying “you and I are not the same” but yet some of these people are so dense that the image does the visual equivalent of going in one ear and out through the other.

[trollprincess]

Me: I wonder why I get so distracted from writing in my time off.

Me also:

[girlfailurefelix]

thinking about how while we all make the “doomed by the narrative” jokes about tony, it’s so much worse than that. the narrative tries so so hard to save him multiple times throughout the novella and yet his tunnel vision with the ggy mystery always leads him to doom himself

[catwouthats]

I’m researching all the animals wolverine gets compared to so I can see which ones are most like him and to which degree they are like him.

Bro this shit is fueling headcanons…

His love language is definitely gift giving, but he wouldn’t usually say the gift is from him. It would just appear at the person’s place. Like randomly, his friends get random tiny things, and they have no fucking clue where they come from??? And things they thought they lost appear again?? They must just think they are lucky at first.

[thisperfectmonsoon]

i wish i was better at making friends.

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

thinking about rereading words of radiance… i miss the moash downfall and the epic kaladin moments

[crushed-oranged-angered]

Teen Wolf Motel California

So many thoughts about Teen Wolf Motel California