had the absolute stupidest idea for an au and now it's y'alls problem. im lazy so im gonna steal the explanation i put in discord instead of explaining it in a brief, succinct way:
ok so. monster in lethal company, the maneater(???) thing, the one that looks like a harmless lil baby bug creature at first and cries a lot and when u don't b nice to it it turns into a monster and gets ur ass.
so monster sun/moon that start off in a very vulnerable tiny baby state but r actually just like healing or smthn and Reader is the only one of a team of ppl thats nice and protects them and then later one of the ppl tries to/maybe accidentally almost gets Reader hurt and sun/moon go full angy and yeet a mf and then reader is like 'oh my god i have been letting those monster things sleep in my BED what if they have been planning to EAT ME' and sun/moon are like 👁️👁️💕💕 hi we love u
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everytime i think about ex!bakugo, i get so emotional thinking about how he carries on with his day-to-day like the breakup didn’t happen.
he doesn’t even give himself time to mourn the relationship, to process the loss of you. he throws himself into work, practically drowning in it because he can’t bear staying idle.
you’re everywhere, still—
in the picture frames scattered around his home, in the decorative pieces that each hold their own memory. some of the clothes you returned to him smell like you.
when kirishima asks him how he is, he never answers, always redirecting the subject back to work. deku notices longer bouts of silence during joint patrols, and when he pries, bakugo’s only reply is, “s’not a concern.”
it’s unusual, because bakugo is loud and rough, he barks and barks and barks, but with this, he stays quiet.
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thinking about how the moon knight system are probably such gentle partners. the way they would love would be crafted especially for you, each of the men adding their own differences to their approach to love. one thing’s for sure, days off would be spent wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch as you watch television. they would be able to feel a sense of normalcy, one that would begin to heal old wounds and wash away worries of the past. a sense of belonging, warmth, and the ability to live in the present moment would wash over them just by having the chance to be a gentle lover to you.
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interacting with unfamiliar people or strangers. attending parties or social gatherings. going to work or school. starting conversations. making eye contact. dating. entering a room in which people are already seated. returning items to a store. eating in front of others. using a public restroom.
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i cannot stand the fact adap Chishiya is a Hearts player, sowz. it's clear to me the adap writers completely misunderstood what makes someone a Hearts player in the first place and ran with it.
Chishiya can read others emotions to some extent, sure, but not in-depth enough to sympathize.
you wanna know why Chishiya (and Niragi) are Diamonds players? because they don't care enough to truly understand the hearts of others. they manipulate situations, not (usually) out of desperation, but because it's all they know. they lack a genuine understanding with others.
(adap) Arisu being a Diamonds player also completely misses the point: Arisu is so similar to Chishiya and Niragi that if, at any point prior to the Borderlands, he had one more thing go wrong, he could've ended up like the two of them; but he didn't because he refused to be like that.
Arisu is a Hearts player because he's both smarter than he gives himself credit for, and emotionally mature enough to take to heart (wink wink) the emotions of others and actively put himself in their shoes to get through a game.
that last reason is why Matsushita Enji is such a lousey Hearts player, because, like Chishiya and Niragi, he isn't emotionally mature enough to truly be good at Hearts. he has great setups, sure, but he's too proud to acknowledge other players and their inteligence, which is why he was ultimately defeated by Yaba and Banda.
Yaba and Banda both come from backgrounds where they need to read others to some extent: Yaba, a CEO who climbed the corporate ladder by reading others and using those emotions to his advantage (as we saw happen with Arisu when he was confronted by the militants), and Banda, a misogynistic murderer who got into the houses of women he killed, needed to be agile enough to get them to trust him by manipulating the situation in his favor, all while keeping in mind the emotions of those he killed.
Hearts games are not won by sheer manipulation, as we saw with Enji and Urumi; there needs to be a level of connection with others if you want to survive, which is also why Mitsurugi's defeat was so upsetting; ideally, he did everything right, but ultimately was a bit too confident in his plan and thus, refused to acknowledge the power the other players had. he was too good of a person.
Mira is a bit of an outlier, not because she was bad at the games or anything, but because she's the perfect mix of both understanding and master manipulator; if she went up against any other player in the Borderlands, they would easily lose. Arisu almost lost too, but as we've established, Hearts games are built off connections with others and Usagi was needed in order to make it.
I'm sure Mira was well-aware of that fact, especially with Arisu, but her ulimate failure was the same as Mitsurugi's: she ended up downplaying the connection between him and Usagi. Hearts games need love, level-headedness, mild manipulation, and an open mind if you intend to win.
going back to my main point, that's why Chishiya either avoids Hearts games all together, manipulates people during them, or turns to violence; he lacks the emotional maturity and agency to clear one the way they are meant to be cleared, why Arisu is a much better Hearts player than Chishiya will ever be, and why the adap writers completely misunderstood that point.
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thinking about… jason todd!
18+, NSFW, Minors DNI
mention of teasing, black!fem!reader
i know jason is an absolute asshole in bed. he watches you with low lidded eyes as he pushes each inch of his cock into you. just slow and teasing, and there is no begging with him at this moment, you’ll just have to take it. and he knows how much he’s stretching you out — he’s so girthy and long and it feel like he’s hitting every inch of your cunt.
and it’s not until you’ve let out a, “ ‘s too much…” as you push at his scarred chest, that you realize he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. with a dark laugh, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow tight circles over it.
“you got it pretty girl, just open up for me,” would be his response. he’d ease his way in until he hit the hilt, his body becoming one with yours, “see, I told you. my good girl always does so well.”
it wouldn’t be long before he’s pulling out of you just to push back in, his strokes slow and nerve wracking at the start. but what would make it worse is the way he’d lean over you with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower abdomen pushing down on you and rubbing over your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every push and pull. but that wasn’t enough, he’d know he was teasing you, not giving you what you need.
he wouldn’t even hit that one spot that had you turning into a bumbling mess yet, on purpose. he’d be so mean about it too as you whine under him. “what? not enough now,” jason would grin as his slow movements continue. “but ya’ told me it was too much just a minute ago.”
“m’ sorry, jayyy,” you’d call out a fleeting apology, “please…just a little more…”
that was all it took for him (sometimes). he’d flip you onto your stomach with ease, a pillow placed right under your hips. he’d give you a whole lot more. jason would waste no time sheathing himself in your warm sloppy cunt once more, but the slow movements would be long gone. if anyone were to stand near your door the plap plap plap of skin meeting skin over and over would be evident. your pretty brown skin would meld over him as his heavy hips would press flush against your ass, his balls slapping quickly and roughly against your clit in the process.
you’d be dripping onto the sheet’s below you, making a sticky mess on part of the pillow that lay under you. your face pressed against the mattress and perked up dark brown nipples rubbing against the duvet.
“how ya’ feelin’, pretty girl?”
you’d somewhat hear him, but no words would form in between the jumbled mess of moans and cries you’d let out. that is until you feel one of his large hands glide up your back, as roughly as ever as he would grab a hold of your braids. forcing your knees to dig into the bed as he’d pull your head up from the mattress.
“i asked you a question. now use your fucking words,” he’d demand while his free hand traveled between your legs to play at your neglected and swollen clit. his hips rutting into you, the head of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot so deliciously as he’d split you open. it’d feel like you couldn’t make sense even if you tried. your brain would fogged over at his request.
still you’d attempt to listen, a flood of what sounded like beautiful nonsense to jason leaving your mouth before you’d be able to push out a chopped up sentence.
“feels…oh fuuuck, feels so good…jasonnn,”
with a ‘good girl’ uttered by jason he’d let go of your hair, your upper body dropping back onto the bed. your ass in the air, forcing you into an unforgiving arch. he would ruin you in every way possible, he enjoyed turning you into a stupid mess. he’d love every moment of it. your cunt clenching and gripping at him as it would warn him that your unraveling is near, something you couldn’t just announce with your words.
and as his movements never ceased he’d call out, “now cream all over me. cum on my cock, princess. show me how good you really feel.”
and of course you’d listen.
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