#i didnt expect to go that direction but it fucking slaps

[closeted-ramblings]

Help I meant to write a guitar song based on the phrase "you can lead a horse to wate but you cant make them drink" as way to bitch about job frustrations and it turned into a "fuck facism" anthem

[pure-oddity]

First time with simon is probably really rough

Like he's not trying to hurt you or anything(unless you ask nicely) but this dude needs to be taught gentle hands. He doesn't know them anymore, could have known them - was learnin to use em when news about his nephew surfaced. But now there's no soft baby skin he's gotta be worried about , just hard metal and Kevlar.

So when he sees you the morning after and finds bruises he DIDNT intentionally place he gets a lil. Upset? Definitely not happy, tries not to think about the marks he'd see on his mom. But it's not like you're complaining! He did take care of you in terms of orgasms, and he did grab you a wet rage for clean up so all in all not the worst. But still. Your reassurance does little to quell the twisting in his stomach.

So he experiments, stares a lot while he does. Goes the opposite direction - from handling you too roughly to not at all. Takes on a less hands on approach though you can see he's fighting himself on that.

Perched all pretty ontop of him while you bounce on his cock. His hands fisted in the sheets at his side, utilizing all the discipline he can to not just grab you and fuck you down onto him. He lasts a lot longer than you'd expect but at some point the man breaks, and then he breaks you.

And youre still into it! But he's lowkey grumpy because he's gone and left a handprint again. You suggest maybe the gentleness can come in the after first and then be incorporated during? Baby steps.

And the routine changes. When all's said and done, he whipes you down with a warm wet rag himself. Hands you a water bottle, even unscrews the cap. Maybe even a snack that won't leave a mess in the bed - you almost laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of seeing this naked hunk walk up with his plastic baggie of orange slices, but he went and peeled you an orange so you shut up.

And it gets easier, youre cuddled to his side while his arm cradles you closer. He sometimes turns on his side and nuzzles into your hair.

Won't ask if what he's doing is helpful or any good, much rather watch you and see how you react. But sometimes you'll get a "good?"

It's only one word but it means a lot. It means: did you enjoy that? Was I good? Was I soft enough? Did I make up for any of the aches and bruises?

Being well versed in reading between the lines you answer all his questions in one go, and chirp a happy yes. You then further snuggle into the sparse patch of hair on his chest - feel his big sigh of relief.

After that sex changes with him too!

So when he's got you on all fours seeing stars, pace brutal - he'll gently skim a broad palm up your back.

Thrusts slow and deep, more of a gentle grind against your sweetspot - while he pinches, twists and pulls at your nipples.

Balls slapping your chin, cock buried so deep in your throat you swear its in your stomach- while he tucks your hair behind your ears.

Tongues your hole until you're a sloppy crying mess, leagues passed overstimulated- and holds your hand so you have something to squeeze on.

He's learning how to make the closest thing to love he's capable of.

[evansonlylove]

he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain

[devine-star]

okay hear me out, reader is a streamer and during that stream they had forced the boys to play a horror game, but half way through the stream reader left to get water and when he comes back he creeps in and scares the absolute FUCK out of them

it's up to you if all three are separate or it's like a conglomerate

<3

Sam/Colby/Seth x Streamer!Male!Reader!

Note: Ima do them separately! Hope this lives up to your expectations! :)) Seth's is different! He scares the reader :)

Colby:

It didn't take much convincing to have Colby join you on stream.

He LOVES streaming with you and interacting with your fans

But the one thing he didn't know, was you were gonna force him to play OutLast.

Starting the stream you greeted the chat along with Colby

"Chat! So! I have a little surprise for you guys AND Mr. Loverboy here," Colby looks over with raised eyebrows

"You!" You pointed at Colby "are going to be playing OutLast!"

Colby's eyes widdened for a moment before nodding with a growing smile "okay! Okay! I can do that!"

You quickly loaded up the game and swapped seats with Colby so he was in front of camera

You then quickly turned off all the lights and sat next to him

Colby was surprisingly good at this game

About half way through the game you leaned over to press a kiss to Colby's cheek telling him and chat that you would be right back

From downstairs you could hear Colby start screaming "NO! HE'S CHASING ME!"

You couldn't help but chuckle as you climbed the stairs with a water bottle in hand

A little plan hatched in your mind at that moment.

Colby was wearing a good headset, he wouldn't hear you come in..

So you clicked the hall light off and creaked the door open slowly.

From where you were standing behind Colby you could see the screen, he was hiding from the dude chasing him.

Quickly you grabbed onto Colby's shoulders and screamed

Flinching, Colby also screamed and threw the mouse causing his character to climb out of the cabinet and get caught

"NO! I WAS SO FAR!"

You were still laughing as you plopped back into your chair

Sam:

Sam was harder to get to play a horror game

He said he'd only do it if he chose the game and you agreed.

He chose the classic horror game, Slender Man

The stream started with you two putting off the game for a while because you knew Sam was nervous, he may be a ghost hunter and an explorer but he didnt like horror games much

Eventually you loaded the game and swapped places with your lover and pressed a kiss to his head as encouragement.

The both of you got scared multiple times and swapped seats multiple times before you left to get some water

When you returned Sam was on the 5th note and feeling good

He was SO into the game, it was adorable. You could watch him play games all day because of how into he gets

An evil plan popped into your head, you'd probably feel bad about it but you went through with it

"BEHIND YOU SAM!!" You screamed pointing at the screen

"WHAT?!" he screamed panic filling his eyes as he spun around to try and see where the tall white figure was

"OVER THERE! RUN!!" You continued slapping his shoulder causing him to jump and slap your hand away

he lets out a panicked scream and runs in the opposite direction but sadly that was RIGHT into the arms of Slender Man

The headphones were thrown off his head and he quickly reached over to hug you and hide his face in your shoulder as he laughed

"You got me killed!"

Seth:

You were VERY tired

You were doing a sub-athon stream

The more subs you get, the longer you stream.

It was going on hour 34 and you hadn't slept much because people kept donating loud videos to scare you awake

Now, you were sitting in your chair staring at the screen playing FNAF

The one with the nightmare animatronics in the house.

You were a few rounds deep and had died a few times and getting more and more into the game as time went on.

Seth was sitting in the living room and was growing more and more concerned for how long you'd been streaming

Jogging up the stairs he paused outside of your room to listen into what you were saying

"Chat, Im SO scared like...this isn't even a joke at this point!"

Seth debated on the idea of scaring you for a hot moment

Weighing the reactions you'd have from being angry to laughing it off

Deciding he'd take whatever reaction you'd give he crept into your office

The timing of his scare was amazing

You had been jump scared by an animatronic right as he grabbed your chair and pulled it back

You let out scream loud enough to make the neighbors dog to bark

"SETH!!" You yelled turning to look at him as he laughed

Laughter soon bubbled out of your throat, throwing half hearted punches at your boyfriend

"I originally came to check on you cause you've been live for almost two days straight but Decided to scare you," he shrugged pulling up a spare chair to join you in the stream for a while

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

. 

[freckledbeom]

Hello my love. Can I pls have a kyun car sex fic. Can b like friends who have a thing for each other but neither of them know or established relationship

hi love, i wrote this fic while i was feeling a little blue so im sorry if it’s a little drawn out. hope this is what you wanted! ~

car sex w/ kyunnie [18+]

side note before you all read this fic, i just wanna say how grateful i am. sometimes i go on hiatuses or don’t update in a timely manner but i still get so much love & for that im truly grateful. it’s all love here, ill be here for you all like you’re here for me <33

warnings; 18+ content, suggestive scenes

listening to outta time by bryson tiller ♪

it wasn’t unlikely for changkyun to call you at late hours of the night, he was usually studio bound at this time anyway. what was unusual lie in his simple, but daring request.

“come downstairs.” he barred a monotone voice through the phone.

his puzzling request struck curiousity in your bones; you couldn’t not meet him downstairs now. grabbing nothing but a spare pullover and sliding into your house shoes, your heart fluttered in your chest. what could he possibly want?

after finally reaching your destination, changkyun turned around, your eyes meeting.

he almost looked the same as you, dressed in not much but a pair of sweats and a loose hoodie. although you would probably never tell him, his appearance was one of the many factors that drew you in.

stepping foward, changkyun cracked a slight smile. “you didnt take long.” he joked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“neither did you.” you replied, smiling back at him. “are you here to just look at me or did you have something you wanted?”

he paused a little before responding, licking his bottom lip. that was enough to fuel the fire between your legs.

“what if i wanted to just look at you?” his breath hitched a little.

your heart was beating so fast you were sure changkyun could hear your excitement ready to leap out of your chest. you were even more sure of this since the dialogue between the two of you had ceased.

“kidding.” changkyun hit your arm a little, as if he was knocking you back to reality. “i do miss you though, you wanna go for a drive?”

right. he didn’t see you in that way. of course, this was expected since he had many other things in his life; you would be the last on his mind.

the walk to the parking garage was a brisk, but quiet one. your interactions weren’t usually this awkward, today was an especially off one. from kyun suddenly showing up at your apartment, to this odd tension that appeared, you could hear the silence.

opening the door for you, changkyun walked around to his side and got in.

“your car smells nice.” a pathetic attempt to crack the silence.

“it smells like me.” changkyun answered affirmatively, looking directly at you.

rolling your eyes, you gave your attention to the moon in front of you.

you could feel his eyes drawing in on you, lasered into the side of your skull. turning so you made eye contact, you tilted your head a little.

"staring contest?"

changkyun scoffed jokingly. "i'll win but sure."

you didn’t know what was stranger about this night; the way he looked at you or the way his looks kindled the fire between your legs.

"why do you keep looking at me like that?" you choked out, palms growing sweaty in the process.

"it's a staring contest." changkyun retorted.

"no i mean-"

his lips didn't allow you to give further explanation, his tongue lay bait for you to fall under. your breaths hitched and stilled. his hands wandered every which way until one landed on your chin, tilting it upwards.

if this was bliss then the second he pulled away was sudden death, leaving you puckered & red.

leaning back in with your noses just touching, changkyun bit his bottom lip. "i can kiss you like that right? is that ok?"

this time you opted out of verbal response, answering him the same way he did you.

changkyun's hands moved from your face to your bottom, pulling you over on the driver's side so you could sit on his lap. instinctively, you reached to the side and lowered the seat back.

his hands wandered underneath your sweater to fondle your breasts. the friction from your lower bodies and the way he touched you was enough make you bellow out a shallow moan. you could feel him growing beneath you, leaving you soaked.

bringing you down towards him, changkyun lifted away your top to give him full access to your nipples. unknowingly, your hips ground against his crotch.

changkyun let out a breathy moan, latching harder onto your breast.

“changkyun...i want you so bad...” you whined out, his brows raising at your request. tilting his head with his mouth now removed from your chest, changkyun bit his bottom lip.

“say it again for me.” his breath hitching a little.

with no hesitation, the words stuttered out of you. “i want you so bad.”

a part of you imagined that he got a kick out of hearing your desperation crawl out of itself. so much so that every reedy whine from you earned a bite at your neck or a grope to your backside.

this time you had earned the feel of his manhood, not a cushion but a slab of pure concrete, stiff under you.

playing with the hem of your shorts, changkyun met with your eyes for direct contact. “we don’t have to take these off.”

and you didn’t, with him pushing them to the side just enough to give access to your bare middle. finally, you could catch a glance of his lower. it sat up high, thick & gleaming with precum; it was as if it was waiting for you.

steadily, you sunk down onto changkyun, biting your lip carefully to not cry out. changkyun pulled your upper back forward so that you were chest to chest, keeping another on your bottom. slowly, you rocked your lower half on his throbbing member. the two of you kept eye contact, while his hand that was once on your upper back was now on your face.

out of the many faces changkyun had showed you, the one he was giving me at this particular moment had you ready to climax then and there. cheeks flushed, changkyun bit down on his lower lip, never breaking away from you.

a harsh slap to your ass made you whine even louder. “right there....it feels so good right there...”

speeding up your pace, you sat up a little so that both hands could sit flat against his chest. with one hand on his shoulder and the other on this chiseled chest, you bounced on his lap, sounds from your sopping middle filling the air.

changkyun reached a hand up to steady your thigh, with his mouth now agape. “fuck, did i get you this wet? huh?”

in a shallow attempt to conceal your moans you bit your lip, only for changkyun to catch on rather quickly.

his palms took grip of your ass, giving him full access to thrust himself into you. you only cried out, falling back onto his chest while he took you from under

times like this there was nowhere else your mind wandered except how he made you feel.

“mmm…changkyun…” every time you began a sentence it seemed as if you blacked out.

joining his rhythm, you brought your your hips back down onto him. it only took a few more strokes to have you, once again, calling out to him.

“i think im gonna come.” your grip on his shoulders tightened so that you could straighten up and look at him.

“yeah?” he answered, his eyes saturated with eagerness.

“mhmm.”

changkyun gave a harsh slap to your rear while biting his lip.

“go ahead…fuck…go ahead and come on me.”

you surrendered, riding him until your legs and core gave out. trembling, you stilled your movements only when you heard changkyun announce his orgasm.

panting, you look at the mess you made of him. although the garage was dimly lit, you still could share gaze with him.

“is this what you called me out here for?” you questioned.

he chuckled, licking his bottom lip. “does this count as a confession.”

“not at all.”

[kashikore]

nahoya , mikey , mitsuya with a s/o that looks all sweet n shit but she can fight or sumn shit idk mane 💀

“I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD FIGHT LIKE THAT”

Characters: Mikey, Smiley, Baji

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED

Fandom: Tokyo rev

Genre: crack

TW// Fighting, Cursing, Being Catcalled

Sani side note: Nigga please WHY DID YOU REQUEST LIKE THAT 💀 oh and I didn’t do mitsuya because I still need to get to know his character so I gave you Baji 🤞🏾🤞🏾

꩜ BAJI

Baji would be shocked as hell. Who new his girlfriend who he thought was the nicest person in the world could throw hands?

He was just walking from class waiting to skip the next one watching the hallways clear out more and more. Then he heard some voices, and him being the nosy ass bitch he is of course this nigga went to check it out.

“So you think you the shit because you’re dating Baji huh?” A feminine voice said.

“No I was the shit before I was dating Baji” you responded

Baji immediately recognized your voice and started walking toward your direction and started sprinting when he heard “YOU LITTLE BITCH” followed by what sounded like a punch. Now Baji didn’t expect to find you on top of the girl beating the FUCK outta her. He thought you kinda looked like smiley the way you were beating her ass. When you finally finished whooping that hoe you got up and got yourself together and just walked off like nothing happened.

You and Baji would definitely have a talk about this after school.

꩜ MIKEY

You were walking to mikeys house just to hang out when you noticed someone following you.

You didn’t have time for this shit, you absolutely hated being followed especially by creeps.

“Hey Ma, where ya off to”

You remained silent

“Hey! Ya know it’s rude to not answer someone when they’re talking to ya”

“Leave me the fuck alone” you said

“Such a pretty lil thing you should smile more”

Little did you know Mikey was watching the interaction and was going to do something, until you ran toward the man and bitch slapped him and started punching him repeatedly cursing him out and all.

Mikey was very amused watching you beat his ass, and then you got up and walked toward the direction of his house. You knocked on the door little did you know Mikey was behind you.

“So, wanna tell me what happened back there”

꩜ SMILEY

Smiley was walking home from school (let’s pretend like he actually goes 💀) when he was cornered by a rival gang

They claimed that smiley beat up their leader and they’re back for “revenge”

Smiley thought they were pussies because they came in a group instead of a 1 on 1 but it’s whatever

But one thing he wasn’t prepared for was a girl to emerge from the group of men, visibly confused smiley asks

“So what’s going on is it a one on one orrr?”

“It is a one on one” the girl responded

Smiley is a gentleman he doesn’t hit girls so when the girl lounged at him unexpectedly it’s not like he could do anything because he doesn’t hit girls

So he just sat there and took it like a champ

3 minutes later he feels the weight of the girl disappear. Assuming that she was done he opened his eyes.

Only to see you whooping shawty’s ass with no remorse either

You had already called the rest of toman beforehand so they were taking care of the rival gang

And when you were done you went to go check on your boyfriend to see if he had any major injuries but when you went up to him you noticed his “signature smile” was gone

Nahoya was astonished, he didn’t know you could fight like that so when you guys went home and you took care of his wounds he asked you hella questions like “how did you do that” or “who taught you that”

How we feeling bout this one ?

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[blkgirlcafe]

Throw It In The Trash

Florian x Bella (Black OC)

Word Count: 1.1k 

TW: SMUT!, Jealous BF, choking, oral (Male reciving), spanking, name calling. 

Porn with very little plot. I am rusty and haven’t written in a while. 

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“Babe, I am home!” Florian yelled into the empty condo. He dropped his gym bag by the door, instantly kicking it to the side so his girl would trip on it. 

He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, water and a protein bar for a post workout snack. Bella usually beat him home, especially on her days off, that was if she left the house anyone. 

No one ever expected them to be a couple, the quiet bookworm and the gym junkie who liked to box, but they were made for each other and Florian didn't want any other woman to call his. 

Florian plopped on the couch, turning on the highlights for the Jake Paul VS Askren. He still wasn't sure if the fights were legit or being thrown for social media clout, either way Jake Paul was in for a rude awakening when he fought Floyd. 

He didn't turn when he heard the keys in the door, or the rustling of bags. 

“Hey Babe!!” Her sweet voice ranged out. 

“In here baby.” Florian got up to greet her and stopped in his tracks. 

“So I know I said I was going to stay home and finish that book, but Mia wanted to go to brunch, brunch turned into window shopping, and then we had to stop at the bookstore, and I may have spent like a few hours there. Florian, what are you staring at?”

“You wore that?”

Florian's eyes traced up and down his girlfriend's curvy figure. Bella is a full figured woman, at 5’7 she was mostly legs that ended at very plump thighs. A pudgy stomach that Florian loved to grab on, and breasts that were the best pillows. 

“Yeah, cute right.” she did a little twirl, not realizing that he was angry. 

“You wore that skirt outside, where other men can see you?” 

The skirt in question did nothing to hide her figure, it gripped her like a second skin, almost looking like a tulip at the end to him. 

“Well I am not invisible Florian, what's your problem?”

“My problem is you wore that out Bella, showing everyone what's mine.” 

Bella rolled her eyes, before turning away from him to take the books she bought out the bag. 

“Anyway, I also picked you up a magazine..”

“Bella dont ignore me, take it off, throw it away or I will rip it off.” 

Bella turned and gasped, “You wouldn't dare, I just got this.”

Florian stalked over to her, pushing Bella against the wall. One hand went around her throat, softly gripping her. He gave her a peck on the lips, his other hand coming down to grip her hip. 

“Do you really wanna try me babygirl.” 

The smirk on her lips, told him all he needed to know, she wanted to play. 

“But I like this…”

“I didn't ask if you liked it, I’m sure you like you, you bought it, then wore it outside for everyone to see. Just because Mia is single and a slut dont mean you have to act like it too. You belong to me, right?”

Bella gently nodded her head. 

“Words.” he growled. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Good, now take it off before I rip it off, either way, you are throwing it in the trash and I won't repeat myself. 

Florian took a step away from her, giving her enough room to maneuver the tight skirt off. He shook his head when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

“Where the fuck is your underware?”

“Pantylines.” was all she said as if that was a good of enough reason. 

Florian pulled her over to the couch, across his lap. 

“You are getting 10 for being such a slut today.”

“But…”

“15, want to keep talking? Count each one and I better hear a thank you Daddy.” 

Florian took a moment to admire her plump ass, hands gently rubbing the soft skin, before striking for the first time. Bella ass jiggled with each slap. She followed his directions not wanting to get into more trouble than she already was. 

“On your knees baby.” 

As Bella was between his knees, he gently tipped her chin and gave her a kiss. 

“Still my good girl even if you like to act up sometimes. Take Daddy out.” 

The pout on her face was instantly gone as she grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling out his thick cock. 

“Apologize to Daddy for hurting his feelings.” 

Looking through her eyelashes, “I’m sorry Daddy for hurting your feelings and wearing that skirt out with no panties, won't happen again.”

“Yeah cause I am throwing it away.” 

Bella soft lips wrapped around him and he let out a happy sigh. Bella's mouth slid up and down his hard cock. 

“Be Daddy good girl, no hands.” 

Her hands came to rest on his thighs, nails gently scratching against the flesh. Florian rested his hand on the back of her neck, knowing how particular she was about her hair. He gently pushed down until her nose rested against his pubic area. 

“Fuck babygirl you feel so good.” 

Florian let go and she came up gasping for air, eyes slightly watery as she looked up at him and smirked. 

“Again.” he growled. 

Florian toes curled as his cock hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging noises coming for his baby Bella. 

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” 

Florian pulled her off, already about to cum. Florian pulled Bella into his lap, his cock pushing at her inner thigh as he worked her shirt and bra off. Her heavy breast pushed against his chest as he moved her into place, sliding her down his cock. 

“Miss me today baby?” 

“Yes Daddy.” Bella moaned into his mouth. 

Bella started to bounce on his lap, Florian’s cock wrapped in warm, wet, velvet walls. Florian grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly as he pushed his hips forward, matching her strokes. 

“You better cum on my cock baby, make a mess on my lap baby girl.” Florian whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck. 

Bella moans were driving him crazy, “Shit, I’m about to cum.”

“Cum with me baby, fuck I need to fill you.” 

Bella walls tightened around him as he flooded her with cum. Florian didn't move, holding her tight against his chest as they both caught their breath. 

“I’m glad you didnt rip my skirt, I like it a lot.” 

“I’m not ripping it cause you are going to throw it in the trash.” Florian laughed as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom for round two.

[uweresaying]

final goodbye - Shouto Todoroki x reader

In the dorms of UA high school, class 1-A had settled into their rooms for the night. Deku was probably up practicing his quirk, while Katsuki and Iida were probably fast asleep, like most of the class. It had been a long day of vigorous quirk training, pushing the limits of how far they could go. But here you were, wide awake, sitting out on the balcony of your dorm. You had a cig in one hand, and in the other, you held your worn copy of Fahrenheit 451. You had problems with falling asleep, especially since the LOV attack at summer camp, so most nights you would just end up in this exact position. As you read, you caught a glimpse of your door opening, and the air was knocked out of you when you saw the heterochronic eyes of one of your classmates looking back at you. You raised an eyebrow as you took another drag, watching him close the door behind him, and shuffle over to the glass door in front of you, taking his time to take in the scenery of your room. There he stood, the same plaid sweatpants he'd worn the first night in the dorms when Mina insisted you guys all hang out in the common room to celebrate "moving in with one another". That had been 2 years ago, so you had wondered whether or not they were the same pants, but let that thought exhale from your mind along with the cig smoke. "I thought you quit that shit." the boy said, inviting himself to lay down on the mini couch across from where you were sitting. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "I did. for about a year and 5 months." you said, taking another drag and turning your attention back to your book. Shouto let out a heavy sigh, turning away from the sky to look at you. "You know, I didn't give that key to you. It's pretty rude for you to use it." you said, not looking up from your book. "What are you talking about y/n, you did give it to me. plus, you never asked for it back. It was a gift." You let another half-assed laugh escape your lips, looking over to him with a look of surprise. "No, I didn't give it to you. I gave it to the person that you used to be. You're a stranger to me." As you met his eyes, you could see the hurt your words had caused. if you weren't about to take another drag of your cig, you would have probably smiled, but your drag was cut short when a firm hand grabbed the smoking stick from your mouth and put it out with his right hand. "Hey! What the fuck, do you know how hard it is to find a pack of-" "menthols around here?" he cut you off to finish. You felt your cheeks warming up as he sat down on the floor against the railing, looking up at you. Words were swimming in your head. You were angry. You wanted to slap him. But you also wanted to jump into his arms. Hold him close and let his strong form wrap around you and indulge in the safety only he could provide you. But instead, your muscles were stiff, water forming in your eyes, your face betraying you by letting him see a hurt expression start to cross it. "I don't know what you want from me." you finally uttered out, looking down at your chipped toenails that were crossed in your chair. "I want you to lie to me and tell me that the person looking back at me wasn't created because of the hurt I caused." he said, drawing your eyes back to him. You laughed a little, rolling your eyes before licking your lips and looking up at him again. "Well, I'm not a good liar, so I think you're shit out of luck." you said, making him smile a little. "Yeah, a good liar has never been high on your resume. I remember when you came to my dorm reeking of whiskey, thinking you had convinced me you hadn't been drinking with Mina and Ochako." he said, letting a small smile cross his lips. You smiled too, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, and you bitched them out for encouraging me to drink on a school night while all three of us were hungover." you said, watching a plane fly by in the distance. You both sat in silence for a bit, in fact, you had let your eyes fall shut, just enjoying the sounds of nighttime. "I never meant to act the way I did." he

said, causing you to look at him, a lazy look over your face, before rolling your eyes and looking back up at the sky. "It's all water under the bridge at this point. It happened. I let it, and you go." you lied. "It honestly surprises me you feel anything about me, let alone remorse for how you treated me." you said, beginning to feel fed up with this surprise visit you knew shouldn't have been allowed in the first place. "Y/n, I felt a lot of things, I just didn't know how to express them, I didn't know-" "How to communicate your feelings. Look, I know okay. I preached that shit to everyone who tried to talk shit about you when I was sobbing my eyes out to them, trying to figure out what the fuck I had done wrong." you said, your mind not able to stop your mouth before it was too late. Shouto looked at you, and he looked hurt, but he also looked, to you, pathetic. "And you know what, I treated you fucking amazing. I got clean for you. I stopped smoking weed and cigs and stopped drinking, I worked on my quirk that you insisted I was 'throwing away', and worked my ass off to get good grades that I didn't give a shit about until you. I had gotten better. I was doing amazing. and then out of nowhere, you break up with me." you said, letting your words sink in before continuing, "And you know, at first, I was sad, but figured we could have somewhat of a good friendship. I fully intended to continue to get good grades and be the little perfect angel that I expected myself to be to feel like i was enough for you, but then you pretended I didnt exist. You acted like even looking in my direction would kill you. And don't even get me started with you saying you had been thinking about leaving me for two weeks before you actually did it." you said, tears spilling from your eyes, but you kept your voice and face stern. "So don't. just please don't. Just let me live, Shouto. You had no right to come here tonight. You should have thrown that damn key in the trash just like you did with me." you spat, not even bothering to look at him. You knew you'd regret everything you said if you saw him hurt by it, and you didn't want to apologize. All you had wanted since he broke up with you was for him to feel even a fraction of the pain you had felt. But your eyes wandered to him anyway. He was looking at you, dumbstruck. "What?" you spat, more hot tears streaming down your face. He said nothing as he stood, and pulled the key from his pocket, a chain attached to it, with a familiar locket clanking against the key as he held it out to you. Your eyes were blurry from the tears, and you were frozen as he set the chain in your hand. Before he left, he choked, saying, "You're right. You deserve to be allowed to move on. I'm sorry I came." He then kissed the top of your head, before walking back in, leaving you alone once more. You pulled the necklace out from under your shirt, the same locket from his key necklace around your neck. You poped the two of them open and out them side by side. Inside were pictures, in his, was your smiling face with his arms around you, and in yours, the same picture, only the other half, with him smiling with your arms around him. on the opposite side, carved into the gold medal in small letters, the words "私の愛" stared back at you.

*bonus*

only 10 minutes after Sho had left, you found yourself curled up in your bed, sobbing into your pillow, tugging the sleeves of the old sweatshirt he had given you months prior, closer, before eventually drifting off.

[shlutnutt]

𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 5.

this is my first ever smut and probably any writing in general so dont expect it to be the best loll.. hope you enjoy though :) !!!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!! : 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

ight so boom.

Mr. March continued staring at your pretty face, analyzing and tracing every single one of your soft unique features with his gaze, completely mesmerized and in hunger. You weren't in the mood due to some hotel customers ding dong ditching every door they'd lay their eyes on causing lots of complains. The feeling of annoynce started to rise within you causing you to attempt to snap him out of his dreamy fantasy. His room dark and quiet, the chat you were both having, was soon ready to turn into an avalanche.

"What the fuck, James. Stop staring at me." you snapped raising your voice slightly with confidence. His mesmerized stare quickly transformed into a deep frown, feeling absolutely disrespected. His goal was to intimidate you, to make you beg for forgiveness as he got up from his creaky antique sofa heading behind his work desk carefully leaning down opening one of the bottom drawers. Fully invested you follow his every move, eager to find out what's in his creative murder mind this time.

"Listen to me Y/N... Didn't we talk about disrespecting daddy? I thought we did. Didn't we?" James questions in pure elegance and lust, jingling the heavy handcuffs he had in hand. Your breath got caught in your throat, immediately regretting your previous outrageous comment, predicting what were to happen next giving the best to your ability to not make a single comment, facial expression, or nervious body language to prevent giving him any sort of satisfaction. Making James upset was one of your many favorite hobbies, knowing the effect it has on him and will most definitely have on you also, its like going on a never ending roller coaster, only that this roller coaster is full of teasing and is absolutely stunning. Silence filling the room with an unbreakable stare you both hold, you slowly press your legs together feeling your innocence get wetter by the minute. "Get up" demands James, scanning your every move as you get up from your seat and slowly walk towards him nervousness filling every single flesh in your body. "Yes, daddy?" You automatically innocently question, remembering how much he loved that word slip out of your lips.

The two of you now inches away from eachother, a small seductive smirk appearing on his delicate pink lips. Leaning down to your ear James sassed "You think you can go 5 rounds today, my dereast?" Unsure you responded to his rhetorical question "Of course I can why would you thi-" James smashes his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless. Carefully and discretely putting your hands behind your back as he handcuffs you. He chokes you, hard. Making sure he leaves marks for days, you squeeked in shock realizing that your hands had been handcuffed and your under James' harsh chokehold. March breaks the kiss only to pull your chin down slightly opening your mouth spitting on your tongue and going back to kiss you, tasting him in your mouth, your lips feel painfully numb from the harsh kisses you two shared, shifting slightly from his lips you feel a harsh stinging from James' harsh touch against your cheek, you groan in pleasure loving how aggressive he's gotten with you.

"Get on your knees, my pretty little slut" Still handcuffed you drop down to your knees almost immediately, soaking wet and ready for whats to come next.

"Listen to me, beautiful. You are not to make a single sound. Okay? If you do, I'll make sure I bring everyone from this entire hotel into this room and let them watch how I fuck you." You look up at him totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty ignoring his comment for a second, you pause a little just to admire the man who's soul you were about to suck. You open your mouth signaling James that you were ready for his hard member. He begins grinding his hips lightly against your tongue, you grew in desperate need as his clothed member brushed up and down your tongue. You've been doing a great job following James' intructions until a delightful deep groan slipped out of James, making you want to orgasm in that instant. He was aware of the effect that had on you so he proceeded his deep groans and began taking off his buttoned up shirt, revealing his sweaty toned chest and abs. You were driving crazy and attempted to unzip his pants with your teeth in which you failed miserably, "So needy.. hm?" James exhales, his cock still rubbing on your face completing your attempt for you allowing his member to spring up lightly tapping his stomach and back down to your forehead . You didnt think twice before slipping his tip into your mouth, teasing him lightly as a result from him teasing you beforehand.

"Oh fuck, Y/N.. You're doing so good." James praises. You now sucking him fully and uncontrollably, his deep lustfilled moans traveling through the dullness of his room. You groan slightly to his moans completely forgetting about his previous warnings, you feel him pull out of you and harshly pulling you up by your throat. Without a word leaving his lips he harshly throws you onto the bed and uncuffs you, searching for another pair of handcuffs as he aggressively handcuffs you again onto the antique bed frame this time that sat behind his bed. A smirk not leaving your lips as you teasingly exclaim "Come on, daddy. Let them watch how you fuck me." James seem to be distracted with something which you paid no mind to but immediately teleports your way and rips all of your clothes apart throwing every item of your clothing to their own direction, leaving you butt naked. Your wetness now leaking onto James' bed who doesn't stop staring at your innocence for a second.

"You're so wet for me already, gorgeous?" James teases as he swipes two fingers through your folds collecting your juices making you clench in pleasure. You watch him as he sucks your juices off of one of his fingers, leading his other one to your mouth allowing you to taste yourself as well. You sucked his finger dry, as he carefully watched you. "Mmm, I would like some more" You hear James groan as he leans down to your leaking innocence and shaky legs, slowly opening your thighs allowing him to have full access to whats been needing him the most. James licked your cunt once causing you to moan pathetically not caring about his previous demands. The pulling on your handcuffs and James' tongue ultimately exploring your sweet insides, driving you closer and closer to your high giving you a huge feeling of ecstasy sending shock waves through your entire body it was unbelievably astonishing.

"Knock, knock! I gathered everyone... Mr. march. We're ready for the meeting.." You hear a familiar feminine voice say in utter confusion as they hear your helpless moans from the other side of the hotel door. Your eyes opening wide in shock, knowing exactly what the psycho eating you out had just done. You feel him get up, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds in pure embarrassment knowing what was to come as you see James unzipping his pants once more, sneaking his hands under your sweaty naked body to flip you over all in one swift motion. You were now faced down on the humid bed, your back arched in natural tradition. You look back to James slapping your ass.. hard. Causing you to close your eyes tight feeling the harsh sting as he kissed it afterwards. You later hear shifting sounds from behind, making you look back once again. You encounter James with a sharp classic knife in hand, pure lust in his eyes as you see his chest moving up and down aggressively. James had a knife play kink. He loved to see your body quiver in fear as he traced the blade down your body lightly cutting you at times, he admired licking your blood clean as you cry under his touch. He's James Patrick March, nothing too surprising coming from him.

"Are you ready for our guests, my pretty little thing?" Another rhetorical question drops from his lips. Your body aching in eagerness for James, you hear footsteps and whispers from behind you. You don't dare look in pure embarrassment. Closing your eyes tightly in discomfort you feel a familiar thick touch against your folds, making you softly whimper in need. James smashed himself into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, rapidly thrusting and groaning against your powerless self, your orgasm soon approaching to the experience you were feeling. The crowd watching, James fucking you nonstop and pressing the blade up and down your back softly while you're handcuffed to the bed frame made the desirable experience surreal, making you cum. Your juices coating James' member as he pulls out to lick you clean and go back in. A few people from the crowd had left in disbelief and shock as a few others stayed to enjoy the show such as Mr. Wu and the pornstars, taking mental notes. James fucked you again and again, making you cum again and again until he was on his last round.

Round number 5.

Your body completely exhausted melting to James' aggressive penetration into your now sensitive warmth, made you beg for him to stop. Causing him to thrust a couple more times, before pulling out and nutting on your back. The warmth of his cum on your back giving you a feeling of relief. "Uncuff m-me.. plea- please.." you suggested barely even being able to speak. "Of course sweetheart, you should've asked before" he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn't going to punish you for if you asked such thing. He uncuffs you, wrists red and nearly bleeding, you collapse onto him and hug him tightly tearing from your exhaustion. James realizes you've begun getting vulnerable under him and asks everyone to leave.

"Bath?" James asked innocently, as if he didnt just made you cum 5 times all in one night.

"Yeah.. bath" you answer. Smile forming on James' soft cheeks, dimples appearing.

"Hey, can we not do that again?" you ask. James looks up from his blade which he had been fidgeting with to your face in confusion. "The everyone watching me thing." you specify. Causing a chuckle to fall from his lips. "You told me to, dear. Remember?" You then laugh, remembering that you in fact did tell him to, pushing him playfully which causes him to look up at you, serious expression on his face. You look at him also, breaking the eye contact quickly realising you've fucked up.

"Round 6?"

"Oh God, no James."

[strawb3rryw00]

macchiato pt. 6 ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> rlly cheesy lol

synopsis -> y/n confronts wonjae in his studio

uh fluff? angst to fluff?

~♡~

You shoved open the doors of the AOMG building, surprised at the lack of security or secret codes to enter. You’d expect it to be a lot harder to get into, but you weren’t complaining as it made this situation less stressful than it already was.

“How may I help you?” The woman up front greets you. She is absolutely gorgeous and has a bright, welcoming smile.

“I need to get to Woo Wonjae’s studio please,” you say, trying to hold back you tears.

I don’t even know what i’m going to say to him.

You almost want to leave, but you’ve came this far. “Oh are you here about the outfit fitting?” she questions after looking at the clipboard in front of her.

“Yes ma’am,” You lie right through your teeth, hoping she doesn’t realize you are far from being fashionable right now.

“Ok, his studio is on the third floor on the right. You’ll see his name on the door.” She gives another kind smile and you make a beeline for the elevator, quickly pressing the button to get to the third floor.

Once the door opens you step out and you hurry in your direction. You take a right out of the elevator and begin walking down the hall, looking for his name on the door. As you walk, you pass famous rappers under the label, their eyes watching you as you rush down the hall.

“Who is that?” You hear someone say, but you finally see Wonjae’s name on one of the doors. You knock aggressively, shoving open the door before anyone can get to it.

He stands right in front of you, arm extended like he was about to open the door. His eyes widen once he sees you, his mouth opening to say something, but closing once he sees your tear filled eyes.

You slam the door behind you, frowning at him. “What the fuck Woo Wonjae?!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “Why’d you go ghost? Whyd you break your promise?” You shove the gift bag in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for two weeks to give you this dumb gift and you just had me waiting for you, wondering why you stopped coming!”

You quickly wipe the tears that fall down your cheeks. “You promised i’d get to listen before you released it.” You sigh, watching as his features soften and his mouth forms into a frown.

“I, I just,” He stutters, eyes searching anywhere but you for an answer. “I was just busy,” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Bullshit!” You scoff. “I haven’t known you long but I know you well enough to know that was a god damn lie.” You shake your head, feeling more tears stain your cheeks.

“Tell me the truth,” You snap, feeling your heart beat against your rip cage. Wonjae is silent the moment, as if he’s mustering up the courage to speak. You look at him with a frown etched on your face.

“I-I saw you with Ash,” He mumbles, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “And I thought you guys were dating.”

Your jaw almost drops to the floor, your blood boiling from anger. “So that’s why you stopped showing up and broke your promise? Because you thought I had a boyfriend?!” You feel like screaming, how could someone so cute be so stupid?

“Well I was jealous,” He begins, looking at the ceiling to avoid eye contact. You watch him gulp and take a deep breath before he speaks again. “And I didn’t want to fall harder for someone who probably had a boyfriend. So I just, you know, stopped coming.”

You stare at him for a moment, blinking your tears away before putting together what he said. You groan in frustration and slap his shoulder to gain his attention. “Why didnt you just ask Wonjae?!” You roll your eyes at him, watching his mouth fall into a frown once more.

“I’m just not good-“ He stops himself from speaking, setting the gift bag in the ground before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles into your hair. “Please forgive me, I’m not good with words”

You wrap your arms around his torso, inhaling his warm scent. “Your album says otherwise.” You retort, your lips tugging upwards slightly.

Wonjae holds you in his arms for a seconds before speaking. “You listened?” he asks, smiling when you nod in response. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

He’s silent again before he pulls away and looks at you. You can almost see him trying to say something, battling with himself to find the right words to say. Finally he take a deep breath and rests his hands on your shoulders.

“You’re what inspired me to finish the album, youre my muse.”

You feel as if someone knocked the breath out of you after he speaks, your eyes filling up with tears once more. Wonjae’s expression becomes panicked as his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay, why are you crying?!” He pulls you to sit down on the couch against the wall, placing himself next to you.

“I’m okay,” your voice breaks, giggling softly when Wonjae uses his sleeve to wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry y/n, realizing I was starting to get feelings for you scared me and I didn’t know what to do,” Wonjae blurts out, sighing once more. “It hurt me more to not show up than it did to think about you having a boyfriend.”

You laugh at him, shaking your head. “It’s ok, I just missed you.”

“I-I m-m-missed you t-too.” He stutters, visibly shocked at your words.

“Are you gonna come see me tomorrow?” You ask, finally looking at him.

“I’ll come see you every day for the rest of the year, as long as you come see me too.” He says, seeming more confident in his words, yet still shy.

Once you both calmed down and caught up, you let Wonjae open his gift, not being able to contain your excitement. He pulls out the green crew neck sweater, eyes meeting yours.

“Is that a hairless cat?” He flips the sweater around to show you, pointing to the embroidery on the center of the sweater.

You grin and nod. “And it’s green, like Dave’s. I got myself one too but I had to get you one because he likes you more than me for some reason.” You roll your eyes, faking a frown.

“Let’s go see him then,” He slips the sweater over his head. It fits big, despite him already wearing another sweater underneath.

“So you must be y/n,” You turn around to the sound of your name and your eyes meet with none other than Jay Park.

“holy fuck?” He laughs at your response, a tall man following him inside the studio. You recognize him as Code Kunst.

“I was wondering when we were finally gonna meet you,” the taller one says, shaking his head at his friend who sits next to you. “Cute sweater.”

“she doesn’t need to know you guys, cmon y/n let’s go.” Wonjae seems embarrassed at their entrance, face redder than a tomato.

“No I think i do,” You tease, swatting away his hand that grabs at you. “How often does he talk about me?” You ask, giggling once you hear Wonjae gasp.

“No I really think we should go. Don’t you have a cafe to run?” Wonjae seems frantic, laughing nervously. “She’s really busy, she’s a business owner, you know how that is hyung? Shouldn’t you be at Higher Music right now being their boss?”

Jay and Sungwoo laugh at their friend. “Actually a cup of coffee sounds nice. Didnt you say she made the best macchiatos?” You find yourself blushing at this point.

“Well why don’t we all join you for a cup of coffee? I am a busy man who works late.” Jay chuckles, patting Wonjae on his shoulder.

“I hate all of you.”

~♡~

I hope you enjoyed <333 more chapters coming soon!!!!!!

[ssamie]

seven. do a flip!

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry 

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"haha yeah, im with the others right now" reki said to the phone as he wiped a table clean. 

"really? are you at S?" y/n asked from the other line 

"oh no, we're at joe's restaurant." reki replied with a laugh "everyone's eating right now." he then covered the phone with his hand and sent them a nasty glare "everyone but me.. " he grumbled bitterly 

miya stuck his tongue out at the redhead and tauntingly bit into a piece of steak. "not our fault its your shift right now" he said. reki playfully rolled his eyes and brought the phone back against his ear. "anyways, y/n what're you up to?" he asked 

"i remember you mentioned joining a club right?" he said. "is it one for skating?! i didnt know schools even had those!" 

from the other line, y/n chuckled sheepishly. "ah no.. its a club for volleyball" she said "although im just a manager" 

reki furrowed his brows in confusion "volleyball? i didn't expect that" he said 

"me too reki. but it's really fun! if you ever come here we can try playing with my friends" she said excitedly 

"sure! im actually coming th-" before reki could finish his sentence, joe quickly covered his mouth and snatched the phone. "hey rookie!" joe greeted with a laugh "little reki here is busy at the moment but why don't ya chat with me?" he mused 

"oh, hi joe." she greeted him "why is reki busy? i thought you were just eating?" 

"ah well-" 

"are you lying? does reki not wanna talk to me? is he with someone else? or did something else happen?" she bombarded him with a chain of questions 

joe sweat dropped and looked over to the rest for help. "ah no, none of that happened, rookie" he reassured her "reki here is helping me out in the restaurant so he's a bit occupied" he explained 

"oh.." y/n mumbled in response "okay then" 

"dont spoil it, you slime!" miya scolded him "our visit is supposed to be a surprise!" 

"i was just excited!" reki defended himself with a huff "whatever, dude! y/n's gonna think i don't wanna visit her" he said 

"then make it up to her when you get there" shadow said as he ate . "good idea, old man shadow!" reki exclaimed "i'll do just that, but for now let me talk to her again-" 

before reki could reach for the phone, miya has already sprung up and snatched it. "y/n~" he cooed with a smug cat-like grin "how's it going?" he asked as he clawed reki's prying hands away 

"oh hi miya!" she greeted him cheerfully "everything is fine. though i miss you and everyone else" she said 

miya smiled in delight and his face exploded into a bright red hue. "you miss me?!" he asked excitedly. he then cleared his throat and scoffed. "how cute. you like me or something?" he said 

reki, along with the others watch with a deadpanned expression as miya shyly fiddles with his hoodie with a blush, although his tone of voice seems quite different. 

"of course i like you" y/n said 

miya splutters and throws the phone at reki's direction. "take it! i'm done here!" he shrieks as he turns his back at them and slaps his red face repeatedly. 

"you're my friend. why would i hate you?" she continued, although he wasn't there to hear it anymore. 

"hi y/n" reki said 

"hi!" she shrieked, followed by a loud thud, as if she had fallen. 

"hey, sorry about earlier! we can talk now if you want" he said with a chuckle 

"oh sure! lets--" 

reki's brows furrowed in confusion as the call suddenly disconnected mid-sentence. "hello?" he called out 

"huh? she hung up!" he exclaimed. "maybe she didn't want to talk to you" miya teased him. reki faced him with a look of distraught. "you think so?" he asked in panic 

"dude" miya sweat dropped "of course not. its y/n we're talking about" 

"REKI!" y/n shrieked out as she reached for the phone that was snatched out of her hands "why'd you take it?!" she exclaimed as she tried to reach for the device 

the class sweat dropped as they watched her try to reach for the phone in the teacher's hands

"i don't know who reki is, but you can't use your phone. classes are about to start" he said 

"but-- but i was on a call with reki.." she sulked 

"you can call each other after class." the teacher sighed. "i won't take your phone since its your first time doing this, but let it be the last please" 

"okay.." y/n replied as she took the phone from him "i won't call during class. sorry." she said as she bowed her head 

"good. anyways-" the teacher cut himself off as he caught sight of her hunched over and rigorously typing on her phone. "hasegawa y/n! you can't text either!" the teacher scolded her 

"but i'm not making any noise.." she reasoned with a confused tilt of her head 

"it doesn't matter. you have to stop or i'll take away that phone." the teacher said. he then narrowed his eyes threateningly and said, "along with that skateboard of yours" 

the whole class sweat dropped as they watched y/n shudder in fear and quietly place the phone into her bag 

"sorry." she muttered as she placed her hands on the desk and tensely kept her eyes on the blackboard. "apology accepted." the teacher said. "anyways, let's start.." 

oikawa side eyed her, watching as her eyes and hands twitch , as if she was itching to pull her phone out again. the brunette leaned over iwaizumi, who groaned in annoyance, and poked her shoulder 

"yahoo, y/n-chan~" he whispered quietly 

"oikawa-san, please go away. if i make noise he'll take my phone and my board." she said 

oikawa frowned and poked her again. "don't be so cold to me, y/n-chan~" he cooed "i just wanted to ask you to join me for lunch later." he said. "lunch?" y/n hummed. "yup. let's do something fun together" he replied. 

"okay, oikawa-san" she agreed with a curt nod. "i'll join you" 

"hasegawa." the teacher called on her. y/n jumped and shakily faced the man. "yes?" she replied. "answer the question on the board." the teacher said 

"i can't!" she quickly denied. 

"why not?" the teacher said with a sigh "this is english class. you're from canada right? all im asking is for you to say something in english." 

"sorry!" she replied in english. "please don't take my phone and my skateboard away." 

"good job." the teacher gave her a nod before moving on 

"sorry" oikawa chuckled sheepishly "lunch later, okay?" he cooed. y/n simply nodded and gave him a thumbs up, refusing to speak a word. 

"shut the fuck up, shittykawa." iwaizumi grunted as he pushed the brunette away. "you're causing everyone problems" 

"ow! just for that, you're not invited to our lunch" oikawa said, to which iwaizumi simply replied with an eye roll 

"you didn't even plan on inviting me anyways, didn't you?" iwaizumi huffed

"duh!" 

"so why did you want to have lunch together, oikawa-san?" she asked him

"i see" y/n hummed. "im glad you enjoy my company, oikawa-san" she grinned

"no reason~" he cooed in response. "i just wanted to be alone with you, that's all" he said

oikawa nodded along as he transferred some food from his bento onto hers. it was placed on top of her board as she lightly rolls it around. "tell me about that reki guy, will you?" oikawa said with a curious hum. "i always hear you talking about him.." 

y/n peered up at him with a look of confusion, but nodded nonetheless. "i don't know why you'd like to know about him but okay.." 

"reki is my best friend. i met him when i moved to okinawa with my mom. he was my first ever friend and he was the one that taught me how to skate" she explained 

oikawa watched as a fond smile lightly grazed her lips, followed by a distinctive glimmer in her eyes. 

"reki is really amazing. i admire him a lot." she muttered 

"i see." oikawa hummed. "i'll love to meet him one day" he said. y/n perked up at the statement. "really?" she asked "don't worry, if you ever met him you'll get along just fine! reki is very friendly" she said with a smile 

oikawa simply nodded and quietly ate his food. she did the same, and they both sat in silence. "hey, y/n" oikawa muttered "you really like skating huh?" he mused 

"oh well... yeah, i guess so" she said. "can you teach me how?" oikawa asked with a cheeky grin. "teach you..?" she cocked her head to the side. "why?" 

"no reason." oikawa huffed "but will you do it?" 

"sure!" 

"put your foot here, and push with the other" she demonstrated as she explained. "then you just have to keep your balance" 

oikawa watched with calculating eyes, nodding along from time to time as he listened. "usually, tricks should come later on when you've already mastered the basics. but it was pretty easy for me, so maybe you can do it too, oikawa-san" she said 

"that was an ollie. reki said that if you got that down, you'll be able to do other tricks." she said. "it should be easy enough to learn" she grinned "just watch videos like i did!" 

she did an ollie and skated closer to him. 

oikawa sweat dropped and timidly placed his foot on the skateboard. "i don't think it'll be that easy, y/n-chan" he chuckled 

"yo, what the hell are you two doing?" 

they both looked back to see hanamaki, matsukawa, and iwaizumi walking towards them. hanamaki laughed and pointed at oikawa "are you learning how to skate?" he snickered 

"do a flip!" matsukawa hollered 

"i can't do a flip yet!" oikawa exclaimed "and don't laugh at me. you're probably no better than i am" he rolled his eyes. "but y/n-chan could probably do it" he said

"oh y/n?" matsukawa mused. "can you enlighten us with your skating?" he snickered 

"you always carry that around but we've never actually seen you skate" hanamaki chimed in 

y/n blinked at them and looked down at her board. "i guess i can do that" she said "but we'll need a bigger space than the grounds" she said as she motioned to the outside of the gym, where they were standing

"something like..." she trailed off as she looked around the area "like the roof?" she muttered 

the boys sweat drop and look at her in concern and confusion. "the roof?" they simultaneously asked 

"yeah. i'll jump and do a flip like you asked." she said with a shrug as she makes her way to the stairway leading to the rooftop 

"hey hey! hold on!" matsukawa interjected "are you trying to kill yourself?!" he exclaimed 

"no im trying to jump off the roof and do a flip." she shook her head 

"exactly! it's the same thing!" hanamaki shrieked out "you'll die!" 

"i won't die" she reassured them, thought it did not work in the slightest. "i've done this numerous times." she smiled at them 

"is that supposed to be comforting?" iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his temples in distress. "shittykawa. do something about this" iwaizumi said as he sent oikawa a glare 

"ahaha, right right" oikawa chuckled sheepishly. he then turned to face y/n, only to be met with thin air. "y/n.." he muttered "where is she.." he spluttered and looked up, eyes widening as he spotted her on the rooftop preparing to jump off "hey! y/n-chan get down! this feels like a crime scene in the making!" he rambled as he tried to persuade her to come down 

"oikawa-san, please watch carefully!" she yelled 

"no way! get down here right now!" oikawa yelled back at her 

"jump down?!" she yelled "okay! im gonna do it now!" 

oikawa paled as he shook his head and made an x with his arms "no! i said get down! but use the stairs! don't jump!" 

she simply ignored him and jumped anyways, much to the boys' horror. "this feels nostalgic" she muttered to herself with a smile as the wind made her hair fly around 

she spun around and grinned as the adrenaline started to make her heart pound. she placed her hand on top of her chest and kept her eyes ahead, although her mind was wandering back to her moments back in s

"holy shit" oikawa muttered as they watched her maneuver through the air as if it was no big deal 

"y/n is fucking amazing" he blinked his widened eyes and watched in bewilderment as she lands on the ground with a loud thud, followed by the mild screeching of the wheels against the concrete. 

"oikawa-san, this is called 'siderail slide' miya taught it to me." she said as she kicked her board around and let it land on its side by the edges of the concrete 

(WAIT IDK IF THAT'S THE NAME LMAO I MADE THAT UP I TRIED TO LOOK IT UP BUT I CAN'T FIND WHAT IT'S CALED SORRY CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG PLS LOL) 

her feet landed on the side of the deck as she maneuvers her way around to turn. "stop explaining and get back here!" iwaizumi scolded her "are we going to let the fact that you jumped off a roof slide just like that?!" 

"and this is a kick flip." she said as she ignored iwaizumi and did the trick as told. "it should be easy enough to do if you know how to ollie." she said 

"hey, what's going on here?!" 

her eyes widened as she heard the same teacher's voice and desperately tried to halt her movement. although she wasn't fast enough and she was now frantically ushering the man to move away 

"ah! sensei! move! im gonna hit you!" she shrieked as she tried wobbled around 

"what the-- hasegawa-san you shouldn't--" 

he couldn't finish his words as her board suddenly got dangerously close to his face. the whirring wheels and the snow monster design almost slapping him right then and there. 

"SORRY!" she shrieked as she jumped over him and fell on the ground, rolling around, along with her board until she hit a wall nearby 

"y/n-chan! are you okay?!" oikawa shrieked in distress as he pushed the man away and sprinted to the girl. "im okay, oikawa-san" she said with a wince 

"but my butt hurts from that fall" she pouted "and my hand-- BLOOD!" she shrieked in fear. she holds the bleeding hand away from her as her expression turns into dread. "wipe it off.." she gagged as she looked at it in horror

"this is what bothers you the most out of everything that's happened?!" oikawa sighed in exasperation, though he did as he was told. 

"i don't like blood." she shuddered. "broken bones are what im used to" 

"im starting to worry for your well being if broken bones is something you consider 'the usual'." oikawa sweatdropped

behind them, the teacher glared and held his hand out expectantly. "i was wondering what the screaming was about." he said "but i didn't expect to walk in on whatever that was" 

"give me the skateboard, hasegawa-san." he demanded, making her whole body go ghostly pale 

"no uh.. i'll take detention instead" she bargained with a sheepish smile. "nope. give me the skateboard." the teacher shook his head as he went to grab the deck 

"NO! you can't take that!" she panicked and quickly grasped the other end "i can't skate without it!" she exclaimed 

"exactly." the teacher said. "you need to learn your lesson." 

"but -- but reki made that! i can't lose it! what if it breaks?!" she shrieked, now starting to gradually get more desperate 

"its not gonna break. and i don't know who this reki boy is, but you have to stop including him in everything." the teacher sweat dropped "and let go of the damn skateboard, kid. im not gonna throw it away, im just confiscating it" 

she shook her head as she peered up at him with exaggeratedly teary eyes, each looking like a pool of water waiting to just overflow. 

"will i get it back tomorrow?" 

"no." 

"then im not giving it!" 

"kid, cmon. your making this job harder for me" the man sighed in exasperation ."just give it." he said as he pulled it away from her and walked away. "hope you learned your lesson, kid. you'll get this back soon enough" 

y/n watched his retreating figure with a deadpanned look. she slowly faced oikawa and grabbed his hand. "should i break into his office and steal it?" 

oikawa sweat dropped and shook his head. "you shouldn't. you'll get into more trouble" he said 

"y/n!!" matsukawa and hanamaki yelled as they dove in to check her for injuries. "are you okay?! that was sick as hell but be careful!" hanamaki exclaimed. "you're bleeding!" 

"and your board got taken! don't worry, that teacher's nice. he'll give it back to you soon" matsukawa reassured her 

y/n drowned their voices out as she laid back down on the concrete, looking absolutely lifeless. "i crave death" she squeaked out as her eye twitches in horror 

"cmon now" iwaizumi sighed "it's not that bad" 

"yes it is. i just lost the only thing i have left of reki. it's over" she sulked 

"someone make the pain go away" she pleaded 

"which one? the heartbreak kind or your injuries?" 

"both please." 

a few buildings away from the school adam sat by the balcony of his newly rented hotel room. he held a binocular by his eyes as he watched the scene go down with a wide grin

"my eve hasn't lost her touch i see" he mused as he took a sip of his wine. "her skating is still as immaculate as ever" adam said as he let out a sigh of pleasure

"it makes my skin crawl!" he exclaimed

"and she.." he trailed off as his vision averts over to her, who was being helped by the boys. "is frowning. my eve is frowning." adam muttered as his grip around the device tightens, causing a soft snap to be heard.

his smile then fell as he watched the teacher walk away with y/n's skateboard through his binoculars. "but that nuisance is taking my little y/n's skateboard..?" he muttered

"you, dog." he called

"yes, mr.ainosuke?" tadashi replied

"get that skateboard back." he demanded as he threw the binoculars away, not caring that it had broken due to the impact. "and give it back to her as soon as possible" he said. 

"but.. are you not worried she'll know you're here?" tadashi asked him with furrowed brows 

adam snapped his eyes towards him and glared. "what was that? we're you about to disobey my orders just now?" he scowled through gritted teeth 

"do you have something to say? tadashi?" 

tadashi slightly bowed his head and replied. "no sir. i have no opinions." 

adam scoffed, followed by a grim laugh. 

"yeah. as always." 

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<

[staycult]

[2:07]

you were never a fan of sports. more specifically, basketball. not that you hate it for all it's worth, it's just not your forté. watching people play basketball never really gave you any amusement. okay, maybe a little annoyance towards the arrogant jocks, but that's about it.

but why the fuck are you wearing min yoongi's, the basketball captain of your school's varsity shirt?

you huffed with your arms crossed as you watch him run across the court while dribbling the ball, spinning around with a jump, then shooting the ball to it's ring using only one hand. a loud cheer boomed all over the court that made your ears ring.

yoongi is at his peak right now. as usual your school is scoring ahead, thanks to him.

you leaned over to the barrier that is separating you from the court, the cold metal making your arm ache for a moment. you sighed as yoongi yet again shoots you a wink after scoring a point.

how did you end up here anyway?

well, being the competitive person you are—you started provoking yoongi that he wouldn't be able to win against you in a game of mario cart.

whoever lost, gets to follow what the winner wanted. in that case, it's making you wear his varsity shirt and watch him play.

you and yoongi werent necessarily friends or enemies. sure, he pissed you off most of the time with his cockiness, but you're not the type to hold any grudges.

you both agreed to be civil. unfortunately for you though, the party you attended to was boring as hell which resulted to you and yoongi ditching to play mario cart.

look where it got to now.

you then again observed what yoongi was doing inside the court, since you had nothing better to do anyway.

he sat down for a moment to drink water and stood back up to meet with his team, so you guessed they were given a short break. he listened attentively to his coach while wiping off his sweat using his shirt, giving the crowd a good view of his abs.

high pitched screeches from the girls behind you peirced your ears. why the hell are they screaming over a muscle?

you shot those girls a dirty look, making them shut up almost instantly. you faced the court once again, hoping to watch the game in peace when whispers from behind you prevented you from doing so.

"must be yoongi's girlfriend, see, she's wearing his shirt!" was the comment that stood out to you the most. how did they know that this was his shir—

right.

his name was written in the back of the shirt, along with a number 9. you were about to protest when a whistle rang from across the court.

this is the last round, if your school scores more, the victory is ours. you decided to let the girls be and just focus on the damn game.

you watched as the game started to get more intense. the opposite team is slowly keeping up with the scores. with each shoot of the ball in the ring, the crowd is getting rowdier and rowdier. and you notice yourself getting into the game too.

at this rate, the scores are too close to eachother, making you hold onto the barrier too tight. the timer is less than 20 seconds. yoongi held the ball tightly, the intense atmosphere inside the court is overflowing. you were too into the game to even think straight.

"go yoongi! you got this!" you screamed on top of your lungs, making the crowd join with their own chants as well.

from far away, you swore you saw yoongi smile. he picked up his pace and did a cross over to the player from the opposite team, making him trip on the floor. yoongi took this as an advantage to get to the ring. despite having the other players blocking him, he managed to shoot the ball right before the timer beeped.

shouts and cheers are all over the place. your side of the court is basically going feral. but that's okay because you were too.

you jumped up and down realizing that your school won. yoongi tried to help the guy who tripped after shooting the ball, which just resulted to him getting rejected. the guy is clearly bitter for losing.

after screaming with happiness, you ran over to the court and went straight into yoongi's arms, making him yelp at the sudden intimacy.

"congrats! you did so great!" you smiled while swaying him around. "thank you" he said while flashing you his famous gummy smile, hugging you back with his hands lazily rested on your back.

it feels good. hugging yoongi with his happy aura all over him. even with sweat, you could care less.

"wow yoongi, i didnt know you had a girl!" a manly voice spoke from behind you. realizing what the guy said, you noticed your position with yoongi.

you quickly detached yourself from the hug and saw people glancing at your direction. you looked behind you to see the guy who spoke, "what? i am no—"

"yeah, i do, isnt she great?" yoongi stated, draping his arms over your shoulder, pulling you close. you pinched the back of his hand that was near your face and removed his arm from you,

"shut up?! we're not even friends!" you scowled, crossing your arms. he gave you a laugh and made you face him properly. he lowered himself down to your height, "oh? we can change that" he smirked, his face unbelievably close.

"get a fucking room!" the guy watched in disgust as he gave yoongi a slap on the shoulder, leaving you both. the court was almost empty at this point, which draws yoongi's attention to you only.

the least expected happened and he gave you a hug. with his arms all over your waist, he pulled you closer as he rested his cheek on top of your head, circling his palms on your back in the process.

"thank you for cheering me on today, i appreciated it." he smiled, a real one. you couldnt help but smile back. this really felt good. you wanted to stay here forever.

"no problem, i wasnt expecting to be so into the game" you laughed as you relaxed yourself to his chest.

you both break off from the hug while yoongi placed both of his arms on your shoulder, "friends?" he smiled, hope in his eyes.

"friends." you smiled back, holding the back of his palm that was on your shoulder.

"more than friends?" he asked, half teasingly.

"you wish, yoongi." you replied, earning a laugh from him, a laugh that you want to hear more.

"maybe next time though" you whispered as he pulled you in for another hug.

maybe basketball isn't that bad if you're cheering for someone, right?

[frenchphobic]

long fucking post on why a c!dream is a shitty person and probably should not have a redemption because it is unpog

honestly i just want to refute dream apologists thats why im making this post. i think that dream as a villain is interesting but i think that trying to make him out to be secretly a good guy is just bad ngl. also /roleplay and all

tw for abuse and mentions of suicide

dream as a villain

dream is a villain. he is chaotic evil according to wilbur, deliberately does not stream to appear less sympathetic (and yet), and is set up as an antagonist to tommy who bears the title ‘hero’. dream is not a good person, no matter how you look at it or try to justify his actions.

‘but he wants to unite everyone to be a big family :((’ the ends dont justify the means believe it or not. having a vaguely positive goal does not excuse the actions you’ve done. it also goes hand and hand with saying dream is correct for punishing tommy the way he did because he acted up. if i socked you across the face and then suddenly said ‘sorry there was a roach on ur face’ does that make it okay? probably not i still punched you, enacting an unnecessary amount of violence. thats a very simple analogy i will admit and there are more complex comparisons. another example off the top of my head is say a child just scribbled all over you walls with crayons. would hitting them be a justified answer? if u said hes thats really fucked of u go seek help u loon. violence as a punishment is very toxic, just because it gets the job done does not mean it is okay. at the end of the day, you still committed this act and the harm you caused is real, having a good motive doesnt suddenly make it okay.

‘but tommy causes all of the conflict’ the disk war wasnt even caused by tommy, it was sapnap and then tommy got involved. and the reason why tommy even caused conflict was because of the discs, because he wanted them back. and most of the time there was a level of antagonism from another party, such as schlatt exiling him, dream taking the disks in the first place, dream threatening l’manberg. and if dream wanted to end the conflict so badly, why didnt he just give tommy back his disks? tommy upfront said everything started with the disks, so he wants them back so he could end the conflict. notice how after tommy got his disks back he has been staying out of conflict, apologizing to everyone, and the only bad thing hes done is try to scam people but everyone does that. this would have been the most peaceful option, yet dream chose the path that would further antagonize tommy which then draws everyone else into conflict. why did dream need to have leverage over tommy so badly? why did he want to hold power over tommy so badly? its because of control, and that’s ultimately dreams end goal. sure he wants a big server family, but would said family have a free will?

‘but dream is sad’ the thing is dream is completely at fault for everything that happened to him. he pushed away sapnap (and george ig). he tried to take control over the server and their possessions. literally everything that happened to tommy. literally everything involving ranboo. villains can be sympathetic, i am not arguing against that. but it does not mean that they should be left off the hook. that doesnt mean u should ignore the shit theyve done because ‘oh no theyre sad’ because it doesnt make anything better. dream had this shit coming for him.

now people also skirt around calling dream an abuser. which is fair ig, its a very loaded word. its much easier to say manipulated. that being said, dream can classify as abusive. and no, tommy is not abusive. abuse is about control and a power imbalance. dream has power over tommy, but tommy does not have power over dream, at least not in the way dream does. he’s taking back power to stand up for himself, dream uses power to control.

the reasons i listed for why dream is from the Domestic Abuse Intervention Project so if u want a source on that, there you go.

using coercion or threats: dream often threatened tommy, such as the pit thing and often employed violence on him. while normally this could be attributed to Normal Minecraft Player Go Smack. minecraft mechanics cannot always translate to real world since violence is pretty normal in minecraft however we also need to consider the context of the scene. dream gave an order, tommy refused, dream applies violence, tommy submitted. thats why its a threat, it has tangible effects that can correlate to real life.

using intimidation: dream blew up logsteadshire as a punishment. dream also destroyed tommys items anytime he visited. dream also hit tommy with his axe i believe. he killed mushroom henry, one of tommys pets.

Using Emotional Abuse: dream guiltripped the shit out of tommy for just hiding things and pinning the blame on tommy for just wanting his own private items. he definitely played mind games on tommy, pretending to be his friend. honestly i probably dont even need to go as in depth because it was so obvious.

Using Isolation: putting him in exile in the first place. destroying the bether portal so no one could visit tommy anymore. i really dont think i need to expand upon that.

Minimizing, Denying, and Blaming: dream in tommys stream when he got trapped said that exile wasnt that bad. he does shift the blame onto tommy for logsteadshire being blown up, even though dreams reaction was entirely unjustified for not listening and hiding.

Using Economic Abuse: see this is where i attempt to parallel minecraft mechanics to real life. obviously, there is no monetary system in place, so when i mean economic, i will use valuables such as armor, food, etc in place of currency. the idea behind economic abuse is to limit the victim’s resources so that they are dependent on the abuser and cannot escape. dream only really allowed tommy to have the armor he gave him while not giving access to armor so he does not regain a sense of power, and in the prison stream, dream holds all the potatoes which puts him in a position of power over tommy. this argument is more ambiguous i feel cause the whole minecraft mechanics thing is kinda weird so u don’t necessarily have to take this part in.

i feel like i need to emphasize this very strongly because dream is not a good person. abuse cannot and should not be a response to someone. its an awful mentality to have. i just want to prove the point that dream is not a good person, his reasons absolutely do not justify his actions.

what makes a good redemption

redemption arcs are tricky. when done right they are great. when done poorly, its a slap in the face. rn im going to establish a formula to what makes a good redemption with an example.

the most well known example of a good redemption is zuko from atla. first, its the magnitude of what theyve done and why. zuko did commit some shitty actions, since he was in a position of power in the fire nation but its because he is a child being abused and wanted to regain honor. zukos real awful acts was season 1 and the whole betrayal thing. thats not to say that zukos actions suddenly are okay, he did shitty things. but its something that can be traced to a higher entity or seem less malicious then the other villains. the thing also about the magnitude of actions is that there is a certain point of atrocities that there is no redemption. some people simply cannot be redeemed because the actions they commit are so ingrained in their character or the action itself has serious moral issues that it would just be wrong.

the next is acknowleding what they did was wrong. a genuine reflection on the self and analyzing what they did and why it was not okay. zuko realized what he did to uncle iroh was bad for example. he turned his back on his father, realizing he didnt and shouldnt seek acknowledgment from someone as heinous as him. its pointing out your actions and going ‘hey, this wasnt right i should not have done this’ and not even excusing ur actions. its also going straight for the root of the problem and figuring out to stamp it from the source. just because a character is sad does not mean they are reflecting, sometimes they are attempting to garner pity. it has to be direct and clear acknowledgement of the injustice.

and finally, an important part about redemption arcs is the actual redemption part. its when you make amends. zuko made amends with katara by trying to help her get revenge, he fought against the fire nation and tried to make things more peaceful in his rule. he apologized to iroh. an important part of the amends section is that it does have to be a genuine desire to change and become a better person, not to change a person’s perception of you. the thing is u cant expect a person youve hurt to forgive you. you cant expect people to be sympathetic towards you nor should u attempt to make urself sympathetic. u shouldnt be expecting a pat on the back or an award. redemption is about internal and character change.

why dream should not be redeemed

ive already established the key points to a good redemption (imo) but heres where dream falls short. his actions are extremely heavy so redemption may not even really be possible. abuse is not something you can wave off so it does cross to the point of fucked up. acknowledgement of what he did was wrong? all he said was that he changed, yet never explained why he changed or was too vague. he needed to label specifically what he did and bring it up. attempting to make amends? he’s been doing the exact opposite in fact he continues to manipulate tommy and ranboo. its not a genuine change. he is still repeating the cycle and has given no indication of ceasing. at the moment he does not have any signs of redemption.

and the thing is most of the attention around a dream redemption comes from either justifying his motives (which i do want to emphasize does not make anything suddenly okay) and because he is sad in prison sad face. these are not good reasons. its gonna pain me severely to bring this up but snape from harry potter does have some form of sad character ig yet he very much abused his authority to bully children as old as 11 just because he said ‘aight gonna die’ doesnt suddenly make his general bigotry and abuse suddenly okay there is a threshold. again im so sorry for using harry potter as an example none were coming to mind and i needed a popular one i do not like harry potter please dont say i do i would pass away.

and the last thing to consider is the audience. keep in mind that the audience is composed of minors and while yes there are adults, minors are the main component of the fandom. keep in mind that there are quite a few people who can relate to tommys character because they might be in the same position or have gone through his experiences. tell me what kind of message does it send to that audience that abusers can be redeemed. this is not a narrative u should push to this audience in these situations and the writers are seemingly aware of it. remember how in exile tommy spiraled into a suicidal mentality? consider how fucked of a message it would be if he just committed suicide instead of escaping abuse and attempting to recover from his experiences. tommy did an excellent job in not going that route and having a message of ‘it will not get better’. its the same thing here. victims are not obligated to care for or forgive their abuser, and portraying an abuser as sympathetic might fuck with the message a lot, even change their perception in that ‘oh, maybe my abuser was right, maybe they had a reason for treating me the way they did’. this is not to say that every victim watching this will internalize this message, but people also look up to these characters. there can be a degree of influence from the story onto oneself and thats the dangerous part.

conclusion

all in all dream is a shitbag asshole and probably shouldnt get a redemption because it would not be pog thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[teeth-and-tea]

ANIME & MANGA I HAVE BINGED IN THE LAST MONTH: May 2021

I've Been Hunting Slimes for the Past 300 Years and Now Ive Maxed Out My Level: incredibly long name aside, cute af slice of life that suffers Same Face Syndrome. I'm still happy to watch it because of how feel good and fluffy it is though, Im probably gonna forget about it in two or three years tho. 8/10.

Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro: I found out this was a webcomic first and suddenly all the HORNINESS made so much more sense. A Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, Dacryphilia Bullies to Lovers story disguised as a high school rom-com which, I'm not going to lie, misses SKEEVY CITY by mere inches on a regular basis. However, I'm a Dom/Switch and this entire relationship sets off my dom brain center like New York City just shy of midnight. So if you're into that sort of scene, this anime is for you. If not, it's still fascinating but you're probably gonna be a little put off by how mean the Girl!Bully is to the guy MC. Unless you find out something about yourself, in which case, congrats! Stay safe, sane, consensual, and learn about the traffic light system on top of safe words, I promise you'll have a better life in general after that. Still Ongoing, currently 10/10.

Fruits Basket: IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH???? The original anime came out when I was in... I think middle school and my parents were really strict on what I watched so I never got to experience the first wave and I never bothered to watch the show ever after I moved out of the house years later. However, now that I'm much older I honestly can say this is one of my favorite anime to date, and all the characters are charming, lovable, with their own problems that I can connect to or sympathize with, and I love the MC which is always a treat tbh. Except Akito. Akito can suck a sandpaper dick. I'm only on S2 tho so no spoilers! Anime 11/10.

Monster Girl Doctor: went in thinking it was gonna be a monster girl who's a doctor with a homoerotic assistant (her name is SAPPHY okay sue me for thinking it) and ended up watching the entire dubbed harem series. Honestly, I've seen worse and this one has consistent follow-through on interesting characters and backstory enough for me to shove aside the blatant under-monstrousness of the female monsters and the harem-ness of everything else. Dubbing is honestly really good, which is a treat, and the monster designs are not the worst and the MC is tolerable. Honestly, I don't mind having watched it! The mix of cgi and the traditional animation together work pretty strangely though, and it often doesn't flow super well. 7.5/10

So I'm a Spider, So What: Dubbed version which honestly isn't that bad. Took me a bit to get into it, but after realizing that it's got a mismatched timeline a la The Witcher, it made so much more sense. Heavily done in cgi, and you can definitely tell between the 2D and 3D animations, but not the worst in the world. I went in not expecting much but it ended up being an Issekai I can stand and even enjoy. On god has a decent story... with the spider. I'd be a liar if I didnt say I skipped some of the human parts just to get back to the best part of the show. 8/10.

Somali and the Forest Spirit: I'm so fucking nostalgic for this thing it makes me want to go and hug my dad. About a human girl under threat of being eaten with a monster-dominated world. Very obvious "humans fear what they don't understand" message but instead of the humans learning tolerance it's what happens when they get annihilated first so like, kudos for the mangaka for having the guts to do that. I cried like a baby regularly. It's really good, I watched the dub and ID WATCH IT AGAIN!!! 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Oh my god. O h my g o d. Fell in love on the first episode, ngl. About if an immortal being learned how to be a person from scratch. I love it. HOWEVER. Keep a box of tissues on you at all times because you're gonna need them. I'm only on EP7 because that's all that's out right now but just know. I love it. Not for everyone but certainly for my "what do we define as human and the human condition" ass. 12/10.

Those Snow White Notes: A sports anime without any sports. About shamisen playing which is cool because I never realized how cool this instrument was??? Its neat af. OP1&2 are by Burnout Syndrom so know theyre fire. Gonna be real, its pretty alright, but not extraordinary. You can tell they were using the characters as archetypes rather than actually characters which kinda kills a lot of the emotional value you could've had, but I'm still gonna watch it. It doesn't make me cringe as hard as other sports anime tho so I consider it toptier in that regards but if you're a big sports anime fan you might be bummed out by it. Every single musical performance is INCREDIBLE tho. A solid 8/10.

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun: THE ART OMFG IT'S SO GORGEOUS. Listen, if you took coptic markers and gave them an animation budget with some manga panel direction thrown in there, that's this anime. It's beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm in love with the aesthetic every second. Story? Really good. Characters? I love the MC and his evil little twin brother asshat. Demons? Not super imaginative but I'm carrying on happy as can be anyways. Dubbing? A bit shaky at times but I found the voices charming if a little off for some of them. I'm already waiting for the second season with popcorn at the ready. 10/10.

Prison School: I watched this directly after Hanako-kun and it was like I got slapped in the face by sweaty unwashed titties and some fedora wearing schmuck's piss kink. No character is likable or redeemable. I finished it, but at what cost? 2/10 and only because a character shit his pants and I laughed.

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle: watched this right after Prison School and it was NECESSARY tbh. Its so CUTE and honestly, im not even kidding you, the fucking funniest anime I've seen in months. I watched the dub and the VAs are having the time of their lives working on this anime not just giving it their all but literally just going ham. Its great. If I read this im sure id be bored outta my mind but the VAs giving it a joyous performance make it an insta fave for me tbh. 9/10.

Sk8 the Infinity: i watched the dub with my bro and I can confirm that its a spectacular show because we both loved it and we have vastly different tastes. Incredibly SUSPENSFUL AND STRESSFUL for an anime about skateboarding but we finished it in a single sitting tbh. The last episode is not dubbed for some reason but we still loved it. Like if Free! was less obnoxious but the only fan-service here is Joe ♡ a beefcake who owns my lesbian heart. I think there's exactly one named female character tho and I legit couldn't tell you what it was if there was a gun to my head. So, over all, 9.5/10.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: I'm going to be entirely honest, I went in thinking it was going to be a boring isekai of no value. I was right about the Isekai part. It was honestly pretty interesting and focused on nation building like you're playing civilization rather than the usual "Get Stronger" narrative or "Get Some Pussy" narrative most isekais take which is delightfully refreshing. Granted there are flavors of that in this which means it doesn't alienate the big isekai watchers out there, but it's not the whole dish and it doesn't make me want to cringe the same way others do. You've got a slime MC just vibing and building a nation of monsters nbd. Does lose points for making the female monsters more humanoid than their male counterparts but makes them back by only doing perfunctory fan-service and nothing that makes me want to cry... except the butt sumo episode but in fairness it was all a terrible dream. Literally, the MC refuses to dream anymore after that. solid animation, decent voice acting, decent story, made me realize how HUGE this is in the Light Novel community???? There's like 18 fucking novels and that's WILD. 8.5/10.

MANGA:

Spirit Photographer Saburo Kono: a one shot special by the mangaka of The Promised Neverland! Honestly a really delicate touch of both super creepy and really touching, and I'm not gonna lie I'm bummed that this isn't a bigger project but the single chapter makes it a good taste for their style. I've been wondering if I wanna read/watch The Promised Neverland and now I think I will. 10/10

Deranged Detective Ron Kamonohashi: from the mangaka of Hitman Reborn comes this Sherlock and Watson derivative! Not even 20 chapters out yet with a sort of spotty schedule, I honestly love it even thought it's exactly as you expect. HOWEVER. Kamonohashi the "Sherlock" character uses mental pressure to kill all confirmed murderers and it's up to Toto the "Watson" character to save all those people before Kamonohashi kills them! It's just recently introduced a "Moriarty" family of crime lords (not a big spoiler don't worry it was obvious) so the tension surrounding Ron's past is amping up rn. Personally, I think the art is GORGEOUS, the characters engaging, and the story quick enough to keep my interest. Most mysteries are solved within a chapter or two so you're not stuck 20 chapters into one locked room mystery which is just peachy tbh. RN, 10/10. If this gets an anime, I anticipate a legion of fangirls who ship the two main characters along with their many friends. I've been alive too long to believe otherwise.

Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro: Yeah I read the manga after I watched the show. A slower build than the anime, but it works for the format, if theyd done the same with the show then I don't think it wouldve done as well. Honestly? Cuter tbh but just as horny. You dont start really LEARNING about your character until like, chap 65 tho and no real "drama" happens until like 75. A good chunk of the chapters are like 8pgs so its a breeze to get through. I love these slow burn idiots of the century. 9.5/10 because you can DEFINITELY tell the mangaka does hentai too.

Yugen's All-Ghouls Homeroom: one-shot by the mangaka for Food Wars, it's no wonder there's this constant perviness from the MC, a guy who can see and exorcise spirits. Takes place at an all girl's finishing school with KICK ASS monsters tbh, kinda bummed its not longer. The MC? Blatant monsterfucker who is also a CONFRIMED monsterfucker???? Idk i vibe with that single emotion. Everything else is hit or miss. 7/10 for monsters and cool concept, lost points for the MC very pointedly being okay with admitting he'd wait for the teenagers to be adults tho. Creepy af. Could live without that.

Hell's Paradise: I finished the entire 127chps in 3 days and I was really enthusiastic about it 90% of the time thinking about how deep it was and then I actually thought about it and I ended up being very neutral about the whole thing tbh. The art is fantastic tho, but DEFINITELY deserving of the M rating. Tits. Tits everywhere. But not tits to be ecchi over, no, monster hermit tits on beautiful women-ish figures. Now generally I give that a pass but a huge theme in the story is that men and women are "no better than one or the other" but like, lady tits are what you see 99% of the time. Men tits are few and far between. I call bullshit on most of the "deep" themes is what I'm saying, so it's like the mangaka was trying for those deep thoughts but missed the margin a little too far for my preference. That being said, the MC is a married man who loves his wife which automatically makes him my favorite character so like... idk so many good things, so many misses, but overall really spectacular themes and imagery. Unique but classic all at once. It's getting an anime and I have NO IDEA how much censorship they're gonna be doing but they're going to be doing SO MUCH. Oh yeah, and one guy is a plant/human hybrid who fucks a 1000 year old plant-hermit which makes him a canon monster fucker. And one canon non-binary character who I, a nonbinary, actually like. So like... gosh I've got mixed feelings. 8.5/10.

Choujin X: From Sui Ishida, mangaka to the mega hit Tokyo Ghoul comes this brand new manga!... Of one chapter, lol. Not really binge-y because it's just the one chapter out right now but I'm already keeping my eye on it. The grasp on anatomy in the art is PHENOMENAL and you can see Ishida flexing his art skill which is great. Can't give a true rating but I'm giving it a tentative 9/10 because I'm excited to see more.

Shag&Scoob: technically not a manga, its an ongoing webcomic I binged an subscribed to in one day and I just think it deserves more attention. Starts off funny with "what if Scooby Doo had a gun" and has been led to "what if all cartoons are aliens that survive and receive their powers by the humans that love them in an epic war with Martians." On god, its good. I finished the current series in a couple hours so it's a breezy read, highly recommend it. 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Yeah I watched the anime and then finished all current 143 chapters in like 3 days. GOD IM WEAK. I don't buy physical manga unless I know I want to remember the story forever and I'm already budgeting for the current books out. Yeah, this is a good series. That being said, definitely not for the faint of heart or those who suffer under common triggers like suicide, molestation, death, etc. It's all framed as bad and necessary to the story don't get me wrong, but it's there and has lasting affects on the characters. Incredible story telling by the creator of A Silent Voice. Keep tissues nearby at all times. 12/10.

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i wanna throw u a curveball ; pokemon XY specifically

have some bad takes <3 | accepting!

The first character I first fell in love with: valerie.... i love her overall aesthetic and vibe and laverre was just the cherry on top. i still love her 😭

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: i already answered serena so i will go w my second choice. korrina. i fucking LOVE HER SO MUCH and i honestly didn't expect to when i played the game originally

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: i dont rly think there is anyone! ive come to like all of the characters i previously didnt care for much. i didnt vibe w shauna much in the beginning originally but now i would Kill for her

The character I love that everyone else hates: not sure if i actually have one?? i do love trevor/tierno to bits but i feel like people dont hate them.... they just arent rly remembered :(

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: diantha probably?? like just looking back on the games more since ive had this blog and the fact that like. u kno. she didnt do anything compared to the champions in the previous game. hello?? girl where were u lol??

The character I would totally smooch: siebold hello i am doing cartwheels towards him. noodly lookin ass

The character I’d want to be like: i dont know if i wanna be like anyone tbh kalos went THRU IT i dont need that trauma

The character I’d slap: LYSANDRE ITS TIME FOR ROUND TWO MOTHERFUCKER IM GOING FROM THE TOP ROPE

A pairing that I love: it's cheating if i say red and serena again so. siebold x malva is a cute concept to me and i dont even know why. also of course xerneas x yveltal but im totally biased <3 big win for the faes and the gays!!

A pairing that I despise: I PERSONALLY DIRECT MY STARE TOWARDS LYSANDRE x SERENA. people ship the HELL OUT OF THEM and i do not understand. please someone help. why the hell would u ever ship her w him. why. even if u think she's 18 in the game (which i personally dont, i feel like THAT is an unpopular opinion in of itself) THATS STILL FUCKING WEIRDDDDD AND GROOOOSSS BLEGH BUHEHGB I HATE IT HERE. also ive seen ppl ship her w siebold which i cant fucking stand either. LEAVE HER ALOOOONE STOP BEING WEIRD