#i’m an enabler <33

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I don’t know if This is the place where people make requests but I was thinking Katsuki and y/n have been friends since childhood but as they grow up Katsuki takes the hero path and y/n chooses the villain path it’s like the 2nd year of UA Katsuki knows y/n is a villain and keeps it a secret she’s also in the class. I don’t know how much I’m aloud to ask but hiiii and if this gets picked thank you

ouuuu this is such an interesting request ! i luv me some angst once in a while ! this is also probably the angstiest fic ive written rn lmfaoo ! i tried to honour your request as best i could and i hope you like it ! (also yall keep enabling my katsuki friends to lovers addiction its not me its yall sooo🤥..) also here, reader’s family is part of a crime syndicate sorta like the chie hassaikai !

fem reader, blood n injuries, kinda angsty but i cant bring myself to fully write angst so take the bittersweetness <33 katsuki claims he hates reader but he doesn’t, reader has a sorta traumatic backstory but if u squint HARD, reader feels guilty, slight miscommunication trope, lemme know if i missed something !

"how long are you gonna keep doing this ?"

you're rolling up your bloody sleeves when you hear the question you'd been expecting fall from your best friends lips.

"what do you mean ?" you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

he narrows his eyes at you, you ignore him "don't give me that shit." he all but growls at you "how many more times are you gonna come to me all fucked up like this ?" you'd expected him to be louder, but you blame that on the fact it’s so late. angrier isn't the term you're looking for, you've known him long enough to know he's trying to hold back his anger. for you. you feel your stomach twisting at the thought.

"as long as you'll have me" you jest, smiling at him. you never took anything seriously. from the time you were kids until now, katsuki hates that about you. "you'll keep taking care of me, won't you suki ?"

you're spoiled, you think everything is a fuckin' joke. katsuki hates that about you.

he huffs, grabbing your outstrechted bruised and bloodied arm "i won't if you keep wakin' me up so late. we've got school tomorrow, you dumbass." his actions are softer than his words, like they always are. he cleans at your injuries with the med kit he has stashed away in his room for emergencies, emergencies being you. you snort and katsuki can barely cover the smirk growing on his face at the sound.

"you're such a goody two shoes." you sigh playfully, but your tone is more loving than playful like you'd hoped.

you'd been hiding your lifestyle from kastuki until you no longer could. coming to him one night heavily injured because you thought he was the only one you could come to, a decision you regret to this day, even as you sit here in his bedroom again.

you'd never meant to get him involved in your mess. katsuki, who's future was so promising. katsuki, who since the ripe age of 5 with starry eyes and bandaged cheeks proclaimed he would be the best. katsuki, who had wanted you to be together when that moment came.

but you had to ruin it. and you're sure that even as he sits there with you and cleans up your wounds, a part of him hates you for it. you don't blame him, how could you ?

you ruined everything. you always do—

you feel a finger flick against your forehead and when you focus again katsuki's eyes bore into yours.

"don't go zoning out on me, idiot. don't go falling asleep on me either. 'f i can't sleep, neither can you." you huff out a laugh at his petulant demand. you hum as he bandages your arm up carefully. " i think i can do that." you sigh.

"i wasn't asking." he retorts, looking up at you seriously "don't go knocking out on me."

you're left speechless at his words. because despite what he says, you know what he means. you've known katsuki for too long not to.

it’s stupid that such a simple sentence has you blinking rapidly, sniffling away the tears forming in your lash line. katsuki sighs. even when you tried acting tough, you’ve always been such a crybaby.

neither of you say a word as he finishes bandaging up your wounds. he insists on rewrapping up your hand and your heart squeezes because you know he’s stalling and it would be time for you to go soon.

it’s for the better, you think. despite your heart tying itself in knots, you won’t allow katsuki to get caught up in them.

he finishes and no words are exchanged. he stares at you, pleading for something you’re not quite sure about, or at least that’s what you tell yourself (you’ve known him way too long not to know what he wants). you avoid his gaze, your eyes growing misty again when you hear him sigh in defeat before he gets up from his bed and leaves the room.

while you’re throwing your jacket on and tugging your dirty boots back on (katsuki was a stickler about keeping his room clean) you can’t help but look around his room. it makes you giggle how he hadn’t really changed that much at all.

he’s thrown out most of his action figures but it seems he just couldn’t separate himself from the all might one’s. he’s still got the all might poster, his pride and joy that he never stopped showing off when you were kids. and then you see something on the shelf where he keeps all his manga.

katsuki walks back into the room and his shoulders visibly sag when he sees you ready to go. you don’t see it though, you’re focused on something on his shelf, he raises a brow.

before he can ask you anything though, you turn to him with a sly little grin, the grin he knows you have when you’re about to say some dumb shit. he hates that about you.

you’ve got a small rubber band looking thing pinched around your finger and katsuki feels his stomach drop.

"you still have this ? " you twirl the braided friendship bracelet you’d made for him when you were kids around your thumb and index finger, giggling when you see katsuki’s expression morph from curiosity to embarrassment. faster than you could blink, he’s already stomping over to you. he wobbles around a little on his bed to reach over your shoulder to snatch the bracelet back.

“don’t go snooping through my stuff !” his fingers are inches away from the bracelet when you switch it over to your other hand. a struggle breaks out where you push and shove at each other. you end up underneath him with him trying to open up your hand tightly clutching onto your bracelet.

“s’not snooping—if it’s just sitting out in the open !” you giggle. he finally manages to snatch his bracelet out of your death grip with a huff and a pinch at your thigh. you don’t miss the way he inspects it carefully before deciding it was unharmed and placing it right back where you’d found it. your heart squeezes despite yourself.

“either way, don’t go puttin’ yer dirty paws on my stuff. you’ll get your germs on them.” he snickers childishly. you’re just as if not more childish because you blow a raspberry at him. katsuki squishes your cheeks out with his hand in response.

you realize you feel a little too comfy, then realize you’re laying in katsuki’s bed and suddenly spring up to try and leave but a hand pushes at your chest, stopping you from doing so. “where the hell do you think you’re goin’, huh ?”

“home ?”

“don’t think so.” he utters simply, pushing you down onto his bed harshly “you’re not going anywhere.”

“katsu—“

“shut up. none of that bullshit you spout all the time” he leans down until your noses almost brush against each other, you inhaling sharply and katsuki grips the sheets next to your head “ if you get yourself in trouble again, i’m the one you’re gonna come bother and i’m trynna sleep. you’re staying.”

the asshole knows exactly what to say to make you feel bad, even if he doesn’t mean to. so you swallow the lump in your throat and concede “okay, fine” you nod “but i gotta leave super early, so don’t be surprised to see me gone when you wake up.”

“s’less trouble for me if you are.” he quips. he’s mean, he’s always been mean. yet his eyes tell a different story. there he goes again with those pleading eyes. the ones that make you want to spill your entire heart and more, to give your life and soul to him. you turn your face away from him.

“stop that.” he whispers, nosing at your neck, your heartbeat picks up and his does too.

“stop what ?” you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

“stop trying to act all hard. you know i won’t fall for that shit. those other extra’s might, but i won’t.” he’s awfully quiet. it almost gives you whiplash how he’d went from wrestling you to doing..whatever this was. you don’t mind, despite yourself. “known you too fuckin’ long, unfortunately.”

“yeah” you choke out “yeah, unfortunately.” you feel tears burning in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, that’d be unfair. you’re not allowed to be upset over something you’d caused.

“for fucks sake’s, yn” katsuki goes from gripping his sheets to gripping your wrists, you close your eyes. “ just—fuckin’—“

“i’m sorry.” you whimper, he pauses.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have come tonight, or any other night” you sniffle “i should’ve—you should’ve forgotten about me.”

you’re babbling, you always do when you get in your own head. when you refuse to tell him what’s bothering you, determined to do everything yourself, katsuki hates that about you. though it’s something he can’t really get too angry at you for, cus he does it too.

you’re babbling and you’re crying like you always do because you’re a crybaby despite acting like you’re not, and katsuki hates that about you. that’s why he sighs and flips you both over so you’re laying on top of him. immediately despite your better judgment, despite claiming he should’ve forgotten you, you cling to him like he’ll disappear if you don’t.

you’re clingy. you’ve always clung to him. you’re annoying, spoiled and bratty. you make dumb jokes and you never take anything seriously and you cry easily and katsuki tells himself he hates all of that about you.

because it’s easier to say than admit he’s hopelessly in love with you.

he doesn’t care about waking up late to treat your wounds, he’d stay up all night even if it meant fucking up his sleep schedule just to take care of you. he’d give everything he has just to hear you giggle at your own stupid jokes and he’d offer up every limited edition all might figure he has just to stay here and bicker with you over nothing. he’d always comfort you cus you cry easily and he wants to breathe the same air you do constantly, he’d swallow you whole and keep you safe right next to his heart if he could.

you’re clingy, annoying, spoiled and bratty and all of the above but katsuki would do absolutely anything for you.

so he comforts you as you lay crying into his chest. apologizing about something he has no idea about. he’ll ask and he knows you won’t answer him, but he doesn’t care. as long as you’re here.

you fall asleep soon after and you’re still clutching onto him. he reciprocates by holding onto you just as tightly, hoping it keeps you safe as you dream. it’s a stupid thought, he thinks. but it seems you’ve gone and wiped your germs onto his heart.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy.” he whispers into the air. you’re still wrapped up snuggly in his embrace and his black sheets. in his room where you’d spent the majority of your childhood together. until you came to him with a snotty nose and big wet eyes and told him you weren’t allowed to come play at his house anymore.

fate must think it’s so fucking funny, because despite you not coming over anymore you’d ended up going to the same school every year afterwards, even now ending up in the same class. and with you sneaking into his room almost every night to have him clean up your injuries.

he knows you’ll be gone in the morning, somehow untangling yourself from his snake like grip. with tired eyes and some treat from that coffee shop you know he likes, your stupid way of apologizing to him. katsuki wants to tell you you don’t have to do that because he’d forgive any crime you commit. he’ll turn a blind eye to whatever you do even though he’s studying to do the exact opposite because it’s you and he loves you. but you’ll get in your own head and start assuming stuff. so he accepts your chocolate covered croissants and splits both with you.

you must’ve hit your head extra hard during your late night excursion to think katsuki would ever forget about you. you’re stupid that’s for sure, and katsuki wants to say he hates that about you. but that’d make him stupid too.

[junicult]

contains ; entirely fluff! sfw! budding relationship. fem!farmer. sam teaches u how to skateboard <33. drabble.

note ; it breaks my heart that it doesn’t seem obvious sam is one of my favs. i need the world to know.

a new farmer moving into town didn’t mean much to a few neighborhood ears.

there was chatter about how eager the older residents were to meeting the person who would clean up the old farm. people were interested in seeing a new face, but it wasn’t like anyone was pleading for it.

overall, everyone was a little bit surprised when the new farmer happened to be a pleasant, youthful woman taking her grandfathers old cottage.

especially with how eager you were to introduce yourself.

spending the majority of your days wandering around town, trying to catch any new face and at least learn enough about them to be use it as an excuse to see them again.

it might’ve been viewed as a bit irresponsible at first, especially to some. this was the person who was trying to fix up the old farm?

it seemed like a waste. but you were sweet enough that it was only a passing observation to a few.

which is probably why it came as a shock when you’d be seen in the weirdest of places—crawling from the mines covered in soot and rock, lugging large fish around in the smallest backpack, eating seemingly inedible items found off the ground.

and although you started to become quiet chatter to the town, you didn’t seem to care. maybe you didn’t even notice.

you were a nice sight to a few, at least.

sam liked you pretty quickly. he’ll like anyone if they’re kind to him, that’s for sure.

you were special though. the first time you met, it was beyond comprehension to step outside of his room and see a stranger laughing with his mom and little brother in his kitchen.

“oh, sam, this is the new farmer. this is my son, sam.” jodi so kindly introduced for you, catching the blonde in a bit of a shock so soon after he woke up.

and despite that short interaction, you’d still go out of your way to say hello any chance you had.

“what kind of fish is that?” sam called as he approached you calmly, finding you at the river on his way home from work.

you turn, a little startled from the sudden voice that caused you to flinch, losing your grip, and send said fish back into the river out of your hands.

your shoulders slouch while your eyes following it, swimming down the stream, a little frown on your cheeks that enabled his quick apology.

“oh! i didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles for just a second, “i’m sorry, i owe you a fish!”

you face the blonde who approached your side, shaking your head. “you owe me a sunfish, actually.” you give a small smile, “good quality too. lost some precious gold on that bad boy.”

“then i really owe you a sunfish.” he rubs the back of his neck with a laugh. “sorry about that, though.”

“it’s fine. i’m super tired anyways, and it wasn’t that good of a sunfish.” you sigh, bringing yourself to your feet and reaching for your bag you left resting beside you, slipping it over your shoulder.

your eyes glance to the man beside you, a quick once over and the question falls from your lips, “what’re you wearing?”

he looks down at his shirt like he doesn’t remember, before he perks up. “oh! this is my work shirt—i work at jojamart.”

“oh really?”

“mhm! just finished, actually.”

“what do you do there?”

he straightens his posture just a little, keeping eye contact on you with the same boyish grin on his cheeks. “i’m a janitor, usually.”

“ah, so you’re good at cleaning?” you hum.

he laughs. “my mom might disagree.”

his reply earns a small laugh from you, one that makes his smile only grow after hearing.

after which you shoot off a couple goodbyes, turning around to head back through cindersap to make your way home. he’s still smiling after he manages to sidestep his mom’s curiosity, the fleeting interaction on his mind just a bit longer.

and the next few days were full of the same quick interactions; all of which he was looking forward to more and more.

you were always doing something, he would always ask a question about it, and it’d move on from there.

quick, but enjoyable. might’ve even started to become his favorite part of the day.

“you can skateboard?”

the familiar call of your soft voice, slightly raised only to catch his attention quicker made him around in surprise.

just by chance, he happened to be mid-failed kick-flip.

it felt like deja vu when you tease, “oo, maybe not.”

“you caught me at a bad attempt!” he justifies, painting the grin you’ve become acquainted with when he pauses to face you.

you came walking from the forest beside his house, catching him in the middle of his hobby, asking him a question instead of the other way around.

your backpack characteristically rests on your shoulders, large and full just as similarly. it’s almost distracting just how heavy it always looks, but still, you’re rarely seen without it.

he keeps his foot resting on the board just so it doesn’t roll away, yet his attention was now entirely focused on you.

“and for your information, i can skateboard.” he boasts properly, in a way that doesn’t scream douchey, only deserving.

you click your tongue, approaching him. “i dunno…from the looks of it, it seems you don’t really know what you’re doing…”

his jaw drops, feigning offense. “if you’re so good, why don’t you give it a try then!”

he picks up his shoe, taking a step back as if to say, “prove it.”

your eyes flicker to the board, mouth twitching as you formed the words to counter, only to then just stop when you realize you definitely can’t prove it.

your hesitance did nothing to falter sam’s inevitable smile. instead, it turned into a faint smirk, and a short chuckle that lead his arms crossing over his chest.

“you can’t skateboard?” he says more so then asks.

his words could sound condescending, but there’s nothing rude in the tone he uses to speak to you. in fact, it’s all just genuine curiosity.

“…maybe. who’s to say i have the time to learn?” you shrug, pursing your lips.

he unravels his arms, stepping over his board once again to slide it back in front of him.

“well, do you?” he word-vomits.

no. you don’t. you have an actual job that requires a lot of attention, and time-management. you’re lugging around a backpack full of supplies that probably need to be given to someone before their shop closes, yet here he is asking if you can spare just a few extra minutes of your day to stand on his skateboard, of all things.

it’s only when you give him a look that causes his smile to falter. it’s a short one, one he can’t read, yet it somehow gives him enough time to feel his heart drop just a few inches, and enough time for the nevermind to form on his tongue and nearly fall out before—

“alright, why not?”

he could sigh of relief when you slide the bag down your arms, dropping it just a couple feet away.

“but i gotta know i’m in safe hands, first. do a trick or something.” you easily ask as a joke, but he doesn’t take it as such.

he’s already prepared to hop on the board. the tip of his foot presses against the back, pausing for a moment before he quickly bends his knees, and jumps a couple feet in the air, the board following just under his feet before he lands within seconds.

and by the time he does, he’s grinning like he accomplished something huge, opening his arms in a silent, “ta-da!” manor.

you laugh. “alright, i shouldn’t of doubted you.”

“that’s right! you’re in the safest of hands, that’s for sure.” he takes a step off, leaving the board vacant just for you.

it’s obvious you’re only a little bit nervous; and frankly, that upsets you a tad.

why? you’re not sure. you explore caves like it’s nothing, kill monsters like it’s a regular day. falling off a little skateboard won’t do much besides a little bruise on your butt, or scrape on your knee.

yet you look down at the board like you’re intimidated by it. like it has the ability to purposely knock you off, make you look like a fool in front of the guy you spend a bit too much time thinking about.

“don’t worry, you won’t fall. i promise, i won’t let that happen.” he sweetly reassures, almost like he can read your mind.

you glance into his eyes, scanning for sincerity despite knowing it was already there.

you take one step closer, close enough that you’re both nearly sandwiching the board on the ground.

you can blame it on instinct—because it actually was—when your arms reach out for him to latch onto.

he can do the same when his hands grip the undersides of your forearms, using minimal strength to ensure your safety. both of your eyes fall to your shoes, waiting for you to raise your leg and press against the board.

it takes you just another few seconds to lift your stabilizing foot off the concrete, instantly tightening his hold on you.

you start to wobble, and the height plus the instability makes it easy for you to latch onto him too.

“you’re okay! see, it’s not too bad!” he continues to reassure.

despite your gaze never leaving your feet, he’s finding his focus to be glued to your face.

whether he’s scanning for any sign that you’re uncomfortable, or using that as an excuse to look at you so up close, his gaze remains soft and understanding.

“do you want to try to move?”

you nod, silently scanning the concrete for any minor obstructions that could potentially get in your way, clog the wheel, and send you flying.

he takes one small step to the side, appropriately accustomed to your liking, and because of your solid grips on one another, that short step has you moving with him.

“why can’t i stand still?” you frown, almost sounding annoyed at yourself.

“because your feet are too close together. you gotta balance on the weight of the board. like this,” he demonstrates by showing you exactly what you should be doing, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach when you hold on even tighter (like that was possible) to recreate his exact stance.

you start to grin when his advice works.

“see, there you go. you wanna move a little further?”

you nod almost instantly, the elation of how well this is progressing for you making you eager.

he repeats the same action as before; this time taking a few more steps to the side to drag you along—each of which you let out a noise of excitement.

your grip calmly loosens the further he walks you, while his does nothing to falter. he picks his speed up when you show a bit more confidence, and slows down when you show hesitation.

he works with how you’re feeling, even if you don’t say anything. and although you’re silent, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“you think i can let go?” he asks softly, glancing up at you.

instantaneously, your eyes widen in fear nearly the same second you feel bold enough to nod your head.

“okay, you’ll be fine. i’ll still be here.”

there’s something so shocking at how gently he speaks to you. it’s peaceful, his tone perfect to calm and ease you, like he’s done this before.

which shouldn’t be such a surprise. sam’s a sweet guy, who clearly cares for the people around him. you’ve spent enough fleeting moments together to know that already, plus how much jodi will talk your ear off about him. vincent too. it was one of the first things you noticed about him.

he’s so delicate when he takes a step back, slowly removing his hands from your arms, even after you nervously clutch him for just a fleeting second.

and when he’s fully let you go, you turn into a deer in headlights, frozen on the board that’s ever so slightly rolling to the side.

his stifled laugh makes you purse your lips, glaring over at him.

“see, you’re a natural!”

you both know he’s lying.

“how do i move?”

“you have to kick your feet.”

you don’t do that. instead, you reach both hands to the side, and grip the air like you’re tugging on a rope, moving one inch forward.

and even then you lose your balance just a tad, unattractively allowing your arms to flail forward like you’re begging for him to hold onto you again before you fall.

the laugh he lets out falls louder then before, sounding more like a wheeze as he emphasizes, “it’s okay, i got you, i got you,” while your nails dig into the fabric of his jacket.

“what do you mean kick my feet?!”

he’s still laughing, “you have to drop one foot off, push against the ground and hop back on.”

it sounds easy enough, but for some reason the simplest task makes your eyes widen, jaw fall ajar like he just offended you personally.

he takes a second to explain it, slower this time. his patience was another thing that’s adding a little tally of interest in your mind.

you carefully step off when he offers to show you, making room for him to hop on almost like it was second nature, kick against the concrete, and skillfully swings back into place while he glides like he’s showing off.

he does the same thing to bring the board back over to you.

“easy peasy. anyone can do it!”

you slouch, pursing the tiny frown on your cheeks once you realized it was showing.

you reach out just like before, waiting for him to help, which he does. you align your feet just like before, waiting a few moments before you give him a nod that tells him he can let go. even though he’s not holding onto you, he still keeps his hands out so they’re easy to reach just in case.

your trial and error only takes a couple tries, both of which ended with you nervously hopping off before you could hurt yourself, despite sam’s watchful eye and the fact that he’d never let that happen.

but by your third attempt, blood flowing with determination, you take a slow deep breath like you’re preparing for an important race.

you give yourself one short push off the ground, swinging your leg just like he taught you back onto the board while you slide across the ground.

before you even stopped, your eyes lit up, an immediate smile widening on your cheeks at the realization that you finally did it.

“you’re a pro!” sam loudly cheers, clearly just as ecstatic as you.

both of your reactions match up—squealing before you even hop off the board, throwing your arms up triumphantly.

you didn’t even go very far, less then 10 feet away. but he’s still jogging towards you like you won an olympic gold metal.

“told you you could do it, what did i say?” the way he animatedly moves his arms makes you laugh.

and maybe he was reaching his hand out for a simple, measly high-five, but you fall further then that.

still giggling, grinning till your cheeks ache in pain, your arms swing around his neck.

yet he didn’t even hesitate to wrap his own around your torso.

you hardly did anything. you hardly moved. you’ve only been learning for about fifteen minutes. it’s not like you deserve this much praise, but there’s no way he would agree.

his constant expressions of how proud he was fell straight to your heart, because you knew he meant it.

it takes another moment before you pull away, allowing your plump cheeks to be his main focus.

“that was really fun. i need to get back to work though, clint’s closes in less then an hour.” you sigh, shooting a short glance over the blonde’s shoulder to check your if your bag had somehow disappeared.

“i’m glad you spared some time.”

“me too. maybe next time you can teach me that little trick you did.”

his eyes follow as you walk towards your backpack, reaching down to once again slot it over your shoulders as usual.

his plump, flush cheeks widen.

“looking forward to it.”

[boozenboze]

Hello it me again ^^ i would like à smutty fic about dom price x sub M reader were like the reader have a collar and a leash and price use it as à choking "tool", and can you put praise kink, gentle degradation kink like *your a good little whore* type of things, sir/captain kink, and knife kink. If you dont feel comfortable with anything feel free to remove it (and dont forgot the color code and the consent it important <3) (the color code is in general "green=evrything is okay, orange=slow down and red= stop evrything. In casse you dont know) english isn't my first language so if you don't understand anything you can ask<33 have a Nice day/night

John Price x Male reader

Summary: Price bought a collar and leash and wanted to test it on his husband.

Warnings- Smut,gentle degrading, sir kink, praise, choking kink

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Remember the colors darling?” Price asked as he hovered over his husband that was fully naked. His eyes couldn’t peel off of is husband who blushing underneath him with the collar he had ordered off of Amazon.(They got everything)

“Aye aye Captain~” He responded as he felt the captains hand travel across his thigh. The collar on M/n’s neck was connected to a leash, and the male moaned when he felt the other man tug the leash. John chuckled as he flipped the male over, propping him on all fours. He had a good grip on the leash and tugged it which made M/n let out a chocked moan. Price ran his calloused hand across the males s/c skin before moving to his hole. He grabbed the small bottle of lubed and pored some onto the males hole, before guiding one of his fingers in.

“Ah~....-shit that hurts.” M/n moaned out in pain as Price moved his hand that was holding the leash and began to massage his scalp. M/n let out a noise of satisfaction as another finger was added to his tight hole. The pleasure finally seeped in as M/n began rock his hips back into Prices fingers.

“You like that eh, you want me to stuff this hole with my cock?” Price asked in a teasing tone as M/n whined, nodding his head. After a few more moments of preparation Price pushed himself inside the h/c haired male. M/n moaned out into the sheets, clenching on to them as he tried to adjust to his size.

“What color darling?” Price asked as M/n turned his head to look back at him.

“Green sir!Nngh~....can you move now, i’m r-AhH~.” M/n was cut off as Price began thrusting in and out of him. Price managed to hit his G-spot without fail, but stopped abruptly when he saw M/n slowly inching away from him. He gave the leash a firm tug which slightly enabled the males breathing. M/n whimpered under the pressure that was put around his neck.

“Don’t run from it muppet, you can take it.” Price spoke as he ran his free hand across the males ass. He pulled out his cock just enough so that he could see the males rim clasp onto his cock head.

“Well ain’t this a sight, just can’t get enough of me eh? Such a good little whore for me hm?” Price said in question as he tugged the leash a bit harder which made M/n moan. Without warning the blue eyed man thrusted back into him at a brutal pace that made the bed rock.

“Orange sir-Ngh~!” M/n whined as Prices pace slowed down drastically. Price admired the beauty beneath him that he found himself lucky enough to call his husband.

M/n’s moans and pleads were so loud that anybody could’ve heard them,though niether of them cares enough. The sound of skin slapping was the highlight in the room as Price pulled the male up by the shoulders.

“You wanna cum, hm? You want me to fill this tight hole with my cum?” Price spoke in a husky tone, the same tone he’d use if he himself was getting close.He nuzzled his face into the males neck, beard tickling the e/c haired males neck as he pleaded.

“Yes sir! Please fill me up.....augh~!” M/n moaned as Price thrusted into him one last time before they came together. M/n let put a string of moans as Price kissed his neck, occasionally sucking on it which was sure to keave hickeys. Price gave the leash in hand one more tug as M/n giggled in response which led to Price letting out a chuckle of his own. He gave the h/c haired males ass a firm squeeze before pulling out.

M/n fiddled with the collar around his neck as Price unlocked it with the small key he was given.

“We should do this again some time eh?” Price asked as he pulled off and tied up the condom he was wearing.

“Yeah we should, maybe I should make you wear this thing next time.” M/n said as Price gave him an amused glance.

“Very funny seargent.”

“Who said I was trying to be funny?”

[pastelsnowcat]

Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 1

» [3 - Britney Spears] «

1:25 ─〇───── 3:33 ⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Hello everyone!! This is my first Drabble sooo I’m super excited to be posting this and some more stuff in the future <33 this will be a three part series :)

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space and this is also a smutty Drabble so shush shush , away with you!

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

I don’t really have a clear direction with this, but it does include a lot of lesbian filth, established polyamorous AND lesbian relationship and lots of filthy kinky lesbian sex:) barely any plot!! Also filming ;)

Three part series of Yuki and Shoko with female reader and all the different ways they fuck you. First part will be centered on Yuki, second part on Shoko and then the third part- you guessed it, both of them ;)

10.34pm.

10.35pm.

10.36pm.

The minutes kept passing by, but there still wasn’t a sign of your girlfriends. Yuki was on a mission- and no one can ever really tell for how long the special grade sorcerers will be gone for when they’re sent against a special grade curse. And your other girlfriend, Shoko, is a doctor at the Jujutsu Tech. Who knows? There might have been an incident, and maybe she needed to stay there just a little longer.

But none of those potential explanations changed the fact that you were already home and that it was late. And sadly you’re just so lonely and so needy.

The moon illuminates the spacious apartment, casting a soft shadow across the couch you were sitting on and the soft moonlight enabling you to fix your gaze on the door. Silently you were waiting for it to open.

Like a wild animal- hunting, stalking, waiting for the slightest movement to pounce at your prey.

Who would be the first one to return? Shoko, or Yuki?

Sweet, loving Yuki? Strong, incredibly strong, Yuki?

Your mind starts to wander, now reminiscing and fantasizing about prior occurrences.

Your strikingly beautiful girlfriend with her long blonde hair, molten gold flowing down her back, is like a dog- loyal, affectionate, protective, strong. Strong enough to manhandle you into all of her favorite positions, her insatiable hunger ever so slowly getting its fill as Yuki would fuck you and Shoko, your pretty Shoko, for hours on end.

She also fucks like a dog.

Rutting into you from behind, her favorite clear silicone strap covered in a milky sheen of your arousal, as Yuki would pant and groan at the sight of you below her.

And she could swear that she feels the way you tighten around her silicone cock when she howls and snarls pretty things into your ear, her raw strength capable of snapping you like a twig- nothing more but a chew toy for her.

But the special grade sorcerer is aware of her immense strength and - at least potential - mass, which is why she might fuck you like an animal in heat just pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing into your dripping cunt over and over, but also the reason why she keeps talking to you in that sweet voice. Her voice, dripping with honey and trapping you between her fangs.

“Atta girl, such a good job f’me, just like tha’, good girl..” the blonde pants, her mind dizzy, foggy even with the sight of you arching your back for her, pushing your plump ass up against her crotch as she entangled her long fingers with your hair to push your pretty face against the pillow.

“Yu-Yukiii..” you whine and whimper and gasp, eyes rolling back as the clear silicone hit an extraordinarily deep spot, dragging along warm walls and the tip getting caught on your pretty hole when Yuki pulled out almost entirely.

Almost.

But Yuki never pulled out entirely, always needing to have her strap buried snugly in your cunt, slick and hot and gripping Yuki so tightly.

“Shh, I got’cha Princess..” your lover coos, her sweet voice comforting you while she’s destroying you and drilling into your pretty pussy feverishly. Fucked out of your mind, you didn’t even notice that Yuki had grabbed her phone a few minutes prior.

Yuki likes to record.

Her phone camera is pointed at the filthy, perverted view in front of her- wet cunt wrapped around her strap as it kept dis- and reappearing out of the tight hole, only the thick tip never exiting and snagging at the entrance of your cunt.

“Fuck baby, so pretty all f’me..” you can hear her groan in ecstasy, slow pumps stretching you out and making you see stars. Her large hand was wrapped around your plush, full hips, gripping them tightly and now only moving you up and down her strap as she makes sure to get a nice angle of your cunt.

“Yeah.. just like that.. so pretty, ‘m sure Shoko’s gonna enjoy that..” she mumbles to herself, not caring if you heard or not. With nimble fingers, fingers that never failed to make you cum and drip down your thighs, she sent the video to shoko with a quick message ‘look, our little whore is dripping. Enjoy ;)’

“Alright pretty, let’s make you cum, hm?” She teases with a snap of her hips and lewd smirk of her lips, dragging her favorite cock along your walls and giving your ass a playful smack.

Y’all please be nice I haven’t written in years and this is my first attempt at smut, your honor 😔 going down memory lane with shoko in the next part and then.. who knows?👀

[cat3ch1sm]

MIYA CHINEN X READER WHO SKATES AND THEY TRY THIS TRICK TOGETHER https://youtube.com/shorts/WsLWhOEaZtE?feature=share

🏹~ this video was so cute omg😭! thanks for the request, ily<33

🐻✨☘️♡📺 gn!reader

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

“Okay, okay, okay, I swear I’ve got it this time,” you managed between giggles, scrambling off the ground for the millionth time and hopping back onto the skateboard beside Miya. Miya rolled his eyes at you as you came back up beside him, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh himself.

It was dark outside, and you and Miya were the only ones at the skate park with just the streetlights enabling you to see around you. Despite both of you telling your parents that you were just staying at each other’s houses and of course you wouldn’t go out after dark, here you two were and had been for the last half hour, trying over and over to land a trick you’d begged Miya to do with you.

“Yeah, whatever, sure you do,” Miya scoffed, hiding his smile beneath his trademark neon green cat hoodie. “Let’s try it again.”

You nodded, and Miya started the countdown to flip the skateboard both of you were standing on. “Okay. Ready? One, two, three!”

Both of you jumped at the same time, but when you came back down to turn the skateboard, it moved slightly beneath your feet, sending both you and Miya flying to the side. You stumbled and almost hit the pavement yet again, but Miya grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back up before you could fall, steadying the both of you again.

You burst into giggles again, and Miya finally laughed himself, trying to suppress his smile but failing. “Oh, my god, why are we so bad at this?” you asked between giggles, and Miya just shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Quit your giggling already, stupid,” Miya told you, playfully pushing you before grabbing your hand and pulling you back up onto the skateboard. “We’re trying this again until we land it.”

You took a few deep breaths to try and compose yourself, just barely managing to hold yourself together. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this.”

“Right. Three, two, one, go!”

Again, you both jumped, but the skateboard slipped from beneath Miya’s feet, darted in your direction, and sent you tumbling to the ground again. Miya just barely caught himself this time, arms swinging to steady himself. When he came to you, who was still lying on the ground, to help you up, he found you in another fit of laughter at your own failure to land the trick. Miya let out a joking exaggerated sigh upon seeing you like this again before simply yanking on your sleeve to pull you back up.

“You good?”

You had to take a few deep breaths before you could respond to him. “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

Miya scoffed. “You’re impossible, Y/N. Let’s try again.”

You smiled at him and he offered a half-smile back as you two got back up on the skateboard. “Okay. Pull yourself together already, Y/N!”

Of course you were laughing again, already anticipating how this would go wrong for the hundredth time, but you swallowed your laughter and nodded resolutely. “I’m together, I swear! Okay, I wanna do the countdown this time.”

“Go for it.”

“Alright- ready? Three, two, one, jump!”

This time, though, Miya jumped slightly sooner than you did, and when you landed at different times it sent the skateboard flying behind you both, making both you and Miya topple to the ground in the same direction. When you were able to sit up, you realized Miya had fallen straight on top of you.

Of course, you burst into laughter again.

Miya, on the other hand, was flustered, scrambling to get off of you but repeatedly stumbling because of how he was rushing. You could see his cheeks burn red even in the dim streetlight.

“Y/N, why- why the hell are you laughing so much?!” Miya demanded, still struggling to get upright. You only smiled and sat up slightly to kiss him briefly on the lips, which made him freeze. “Come on, let’s try again. We’re totally gonna get it this time, I swear.”

“Hey, don’t just kiss me out of nowhere, dumbass!” Miya snapped, but the darkening flush on his cheeks and the way he stumbled over his words clearly said he wasn’t mad about it in the slightest.

You shrugged in response, shooting him a grin, and you both got back up on the skateboard. “ Let’s count at the same time this time, okay?”

“Okay, yeah, sure. Are you ready? And I swear if you start laughing-“

“I won’t, I promise! Let’s do this.”

“Fine. Three-“

“-two-“

“-one-“

“Go!”

You and Miya jumped at the same time, Miya flipping the skateboard with his feet as he went up, and you both came down at the same time, landing on the upright skateboard. You’d finally pulled off the trick.

You gasped. “Miya, we did it! And we didn’t fall this time!”

“Jesus Christ.” Miya let out a sigh of relief before abruptly hugging you, catching you by surprise, before letting you go after a second or two. “Next time, we’re doing a trick that I choose, because that took way too long. Which was your fault, by the way, because you kept laughing. Got it?”

You nodded happily. “Fine with me.”

Miya bent over and picked up his skateboard, tucking it under one arm and grabbing your hand. “Okay, idiot, let’s get to my house before our parents start suspecting anything. You ready to go?”

With a nod, both you and Miya took off into the night just as the streetlights flickered off, leaving you both in just the moonlight to guide you.

[paloma-ascends-into-hellfire]

mutuals! (alphabetical order)

sorry in advance for the tags, love you all

@ace-of-pussy - monday - just a cool person i admire from afar, i feel blessed that she follows me

@akari-is-sleepy - my irl, they never post or rb anything but i love them so much

@archerestarcher - archer - we don't really interact but he's super cool and is one of my oldest moots

@auroraofthesun1 - aurora - she’s so so cool and i’m so honoured to be her mutual

@awful-amateur - everett - we don't really interact but i think they're one of my pjo mutuals?

@a-wondering-thought - julian - julian is my cool mutual and they have an impeccable vibe

@barblarvernour - an enabler of my starkid brainrot

@book-girl4eva - bea - i want to adopt her, she's so amazing and sweet and she just- UGH

@caked-rainbow - have we ever interacted, like ever? idk but i like the shitposts they reblog

@casperwazhere - casper - every time i see one of his posts i'm like, "oh yeah, so real"

@cavernfullofexistentialdread - dread - we are the same person, prove me wrong.

@closetnerd62 - very cool person

@dafantasyqueen - shree - literally one of the coolest people i follow

@despisinglight - i find their blog extremely entertaining

@dingus0401 - gen - my internet bestie fr

@duckgens - starkid/tcb

@erikasnothungry - erika

@evenbiggercat - cat - my irl, love her, i’m gonna make her watch more musicals with me :)

@finleyforevermore - finn - activism and musicals, he's supremely cool

@fulllighttrash2

@gonna-live-just-to-spite-you - caesar - pretty sure the most interesting posts i find through him

@hungergameswho - nox - I LOVE NOX THEY'RE SO COOL

@iam1withthepeggy - kate - fellow band/choir/theatre kid

@iloveeverythingwaytoomuch - emz - when emz starts posting, it's time to get out the popcorn because their brain is truly unhinged

@im-on-crack-send-help - riyana - most relatable person on the planet

@ketsisnotok - kets - SO COOL OMG I'm so honoured to bee your mutual <3

@leaskisses444/@oceanbby555 - lea - she's so nice omg

@leonard-martin - one of my hatchetfield moots

@louissatturi - louis - again, don't really interact but occasionally his stuff comes up and i'm given an update on what he's up to

@luvuanaxx

@marvelmaniac715 - katie - obsessed with david tennant and other things i don't really understand so I just kind of do an awkward thumbs up, like, "oh cool you're into this"

@mimmmyyy - mara - the sweetest person ever, she is literally the coolest

@musical-dash-trash - *points at you* GAYYY

@mylittlevsoldier - sage - sage is so aesthetic and i'm shocked that they ever followed a mere peasant such as myself

@my-mind-is-frozen - willow - definitely one of the nicest, most chill people i've ever met and i need to meet her someday

@paranormaltheatrekid - elliot - feeds my insanity

@sondheim-girly - jean - AMAZING PERSON AND IM SO GLAD WE MET, musical theatre <33

@st4r-fire - star - she is absolutely insane and i love her

@sukiram - suki - never active but when they are i love talking to them

@tharealamelialuvsfrasier - mel - feeds the rent brainrot

@thehyperfixationspeedrunner - bea - AMAZING EPIC THE MUSICAL PERSON

@therealkaidertrash21 - ema - fellow latine and lunar chronicles stan

@the-slowest-turtle - turtle - truly incredible human being

@thezachy - epic the musical stuff and shitposts

@wants-to-marry-sirius-black - ara - genuinely so cool and nice and amazing i love her sm

@wlinixy - linn

@xxxmiaxxx

[kitten4sannie]

No thoughts rn only sannie holding it in all day not being able to go to the bathroom and you dont understand why he is all whiny today until you notice him moving his legs together trying to hold it in as best as he can and you realize why he has been all squeamish and whiny so you step on his cock until he relieves himself bc it hurts so good uwu (u dont have to post this btw, im on anon bc i am slightly embarassed)

- jenna

jenna im gonna lose my marbles !!!! subby masochist san makes me wanna eat my fist AND you snuck the piss kink in there?????? youuuuuu 🫵🏼 you’re the enabler not meeeee anyways don’t hold me personally responsible for what happens underneath this cute little barbed wire <33 also please don’t be embarrasseddd this ask was so hot dude 😵‍💫

(warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, piss kink obv, mommy kink, small cock san agenda, foot play)

As your boyfriend sat down on the couch next to you, you couldn’t help but notice that he cracked open yet another water bottle and brought it to his plush pink lips. “You’re still thirsty?” you perused, watching your boyfriend take long, deliberate gulps, eyeing the way he gripped one of his thick thighs, his fingers squeezing into it through his thin gray sweatpants.

“What do you mean, baby?” San questioned aloofly, wiping the liquid away from his mouth and letting out a small groan, his legs tensing up.

You tilted your head to the side, looking him in the eye. “That’s the third water bottle you’ve drank and it’s only been a couple hours. Aren’t you full?”

San’s eyes dilated in real time, licking at his bottom lip, before slowly sitting back against the couch, automatically spreading his arms along the top to appear as casual as he could. “I’m pretty full now, yeah.”

Not thinking much of it, you turned back to the TV screen, your attention staying on the show you were watching until you began to hear small whimpers coming from beside you, concerning you enough to break concentration.

San was sitting with his legs pressed together and his back slightly arched off of the couch, both hands on his upper thighs and clutching them. He felt your gaze and returned it, his cheeks rosy pink and his brown eyes glossy.

“What’s wrong, Sannie?” you asked softly, biting at your bottom lip, feeling your heart begin to pick up the pace.

“N-nothing, baby,” your boyfriend replied, weakly shaking his head, strands of his parted golden hair beginning to stick to his forehead. He squirmed around a bit, gritting his teeth. His tummy felt so full, like he was about to burst, and it didn’t help that you were staring him down. He swore he was about to fall apart in front of you. Make a mess all over himself and the couch. It made his cock twitch.

“You have to pee, don’t you, Sannie?” You turned your body to face him completely, lifting one of your feet up and resting it on San’s knee, slowly sliding it up along his thigh, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath the sole of your foot. “You’re being a naughty boy and holding it on purpose, huh?”

“N-no, I swear, I’m a good boy,” he whined, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’m just–aahhh…!” San couldn’t think all of a sudden. All he could focus on was the weight of your foot pushing down onto his small soft cock and balls, sending a zap of pleasurable pain into his lower abdomen. He had to go. Bad.

“Oh, you’re a good boy, huh? Then why are you getting so wet for Mommy already?” you challenged, sliding your foot up and over his cock, covering it completely due to how petite it was. Pre-cum was already staining the material of his pants, making you beam with pride.

San let out a small whimper, unable to keep himself from lowering his sweatpants and revealing his twitching cock, his lower abdomen visibly distended. “I cant help it, Mommy. Please take care of me.”

“I’ll take care of you, Sannie. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing,” you reassured him softly, despite the pressure you were putting on his slick cock, the pad of your foot moving upwards and pressing downwards into his pelvis.

“Oh my god,” San moaned, tossing his head back into the couch, pressing his own hand against his tummy when you went back to stimulating his cock. He reached over for your hand, your fingers interlocking, looking up at you past his wispy eyelashes. “I-i’m gonna make a mess, Mommy. Let me make a mess for you.”

“Oh, yeah? How bad do you want it?”

“I wanna pee so bad, Mommy. Please step harder,” your boyfriend begged, a bit of drool slipping past his lips, squirming more and more underneath you, his breath growing ragged. He was so close to feeling complete and utter bliss that he lifted his hips up from the couch, continuously rolling them into the bottom of your foot.

Stepping down harder and moving your foot back and forth like you were trying to get something off of it, you noticed San’s moans and whimpers starting to crescendo, a look of bliss in his watery eyes. You reached forward and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt, stuffing it into his mouth to watch his abs grow taut against his sweat-covered skin as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, the muscles in his upper arms straining the closer he got to relieving himself.

“Isch schpilling out, Mommy…!” San cried out in a muffled voice, biting down into his t-shirt, his back arching painfully as a fountain of almost clear liquid began to shoot out of his reddened cock, slowly covering himself in his own release. Once the heavy flow turned into a slow trickle and eventually stopped, he collapsed down and sunk into the couch, panting heavily, his sweatpants now dark gray and heavy with his piss.

“My messy boy,” you cooed affectionately, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. When he looked over at you with a clouded gaze and flushed cheeks, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss onto his lips. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

[usafphantom2]

German Eurofighters Make Record-Breaking Flight With Help From Private Aerial Refueling Company

Three of the German fighters were airborne for more than 10 hours during a flight between Japan and Hawaii with the help of Metrea aerial refueling company.

Posted on Jul 27, 2024 1:34 PM EDT

Three German Eurofighter EF2000s have completed a record-breaking endurance flight for the multirole fighter. Remaining in the air for a total of 10 hours 31 minutes, the trio of combat aircraft flew from Japan to Hawaii today, supported by aerial refueling tankers that included KC-135 Stratotankers operated by private aerospace firm Metrea, a contractor-owned and operated aerial refueling business that recently acquired of 14 KC-135s from the French Air and Space Force.

Luftwaffe

Three German Eurofighter EF2000s have completed a record-breaking endurance flight for the multirole fighter. Remaining in the air for a total of 10 hours 31 minutes, the trio of combat aircraft flew from Japan to Hawaii today, supported by aerial refueling tankers that included KC-135 Stratotankers operated by private aerospace firm Metrea, a contractor-owned and operated aerial refueling business that recently acquired 14 additional KC-135s from the French Air and Space Force.

The long-distance flight, part of the Pacific Skies exercise, which you can read more about here, began with the three Eurofighters taking off from Chitose Air Base in Hokkaido, Japan — where they had been taking part in the Nippon Skies 24 drill — at 9:02 a.m. local time.

Multiple refuelings were required to get the aircraft to Hawaii, including tankers flying from Guam, according to the official account from the Luftwaffe.

While eight refuelings were planned, the fourth scheduled refueling wasn’t required, with sufficient fuel already having been delivered by the first tanker. The sixth refueling rendezvous was also not required, due to a good tailwind.

“Never before has a Eurofighter been in the air for longer than this,” the Luftwaffe live-blogged, as the mission came to its conclusion. “After 10 hours and 31 minutes, the fighter jet touched down at Hickam Air Force Base in Pearl Harbor at 12:33 a.m. local time. Naturally, we toasted this with a Guinness.”

The three Luftwaffe Eurofighter pilots at Hickam after completing their long-duration flight. Luftwaffe

Now they are in Hawaii, the three German Eurofighters will take part in this year’s Rim of the Pacific (RIMPAC) international maritime warfare exercise alongside ships from the German Navy, and ships and aircraft from other nations.

Reportedly, the previous longest-duration Eurofighter mission involved an eight-hour and 36-minute flight by U.K. Royal Air Force Typhoons, when they were engaged in operations against Islamic State in the Middle East, on September 23, 2017.

It’s unclear how many tankers were involved in supporting the latest Luftwaffe mission, although at least one was provided by Metrea. We have also reached out to the company for more information. A video published by the Luftwaffe shows the Eurofighter flown by the detachment leader taking on fuel from one of Metrea’s KC-135s, using the probe-and-drogue method.

Metrea’s Jon “Ty” Thomas, head of the company’s Air and Space Group, did provide The War Zone with the following congratulatory statement about its Luftwaffe clients:

“We are proud to support our partners in the German Air Force as they executed this complex movement from Japan to Hawaii. 10.5 hours is a new record for the Eurofighter. Long flights over the Pacific are never simple, with few divert options and challenging weather. Ausgezeichnet, Luftwaffe! The German Air Force did an excellent job. I’m equally proud of our team at Metrea, who prepared and executed this mission with excellence. We look forward to more support for the German Air Force as part of Pacific Skies 2024.”

While the duration of the mission itself is an impressive achievement, it’s just as notable that it was enabled, at least in part, by contractor-owned and operated aerial refueling assets.

The mission comes in the same month that Metrea announced it was to dramatically expand its business with the purchase of 14 KC-135 tankers from the French Air and Space Force.

Transfer of ownership of the KC-135FR tankers to Metrea took place on June 26, according to a company press release, and the company said it planned to have the first of these aircraft flying under its banner “within weeks.”

Private aerospace firm Metrea has bought France's entire fleet of KC-135 tanker in a major new bet on contractor aerial refueling services.

One of Metrea’s ex-Republic of Singapore Air Force KC-135R tankers. Metrea

Metrea

Metrea currently operates four KC-135Rs it previously acquired from the Republic of Singapore Air Force.

With the French tankers now added, Metrea’s tanker fleet is by some margin the largest in private hands — in fact, it owns more aerial refueling aircraft than all but four air forces worldwide.

Providing refueling support to German Eurofighters underlines the thinking behind Metrea’s business model.

Earlier this month, “Ty” Thomas told The War Zone that the KC-135 had been “very deliberately chosen… as our platform of choice.”

Thomas continued: “From the perspective of a receiver, whether it’s a U.S. military receiver, or a NATO or an… otherwise allied receiver aircraft, if they find themselves in a position where they need help from the United States… and it includes help in terms of air refueling, what is the most likely tanker that’s going to pull out there in front of their receiver? It’s gonna be a KC-135. Why? Because the vast majority of tankers in the USAF inventory still remain KC-135s. And will even for probably the next 10 years or so.”

A KC-135 from private aerospace firm Metrea refueling Warthogs during an exercise in October 2023 marked the first time a contractor-operated tanker had ever linked up with U.S. Air Force tactical jets. Metrea

For Metrea, supporting the Luftwaffe’s long-distance flight is just the latest in a series of milestones.

These include the first use of a contractor-owned and operated tanker to refuel an aircraft via boom, the first commercial aerial refueling of any U.S. Air Force aircraft, and the first-ever use of a private tanker to refuel Air Force tactical combat jets (A-10 Warthogs) in April, June, and October 2023, respectively.

Nevertheless, as is so often the case with supporting tanker assets, it will be the German Eurofighters and their pilots and maintainers that win the plaudits for today’s record-breaking flight.

Of course, that is hardly undeserved, especially as the mission puts a spotlight on the German Armed Forces’ increasing focus on the Asia-Pacific theater, a reality that’s now reflected across several of Europe’s NATO nations.

Once again though, today’s long-distance flight reinforces the old adage, “nobody kicks ass without tanker gas,” and it’s increasingly the case that those tankers are being provided by private contractors as well as air forces.

Contact the author: thomas@thewarzone.com

[princessbrunette]

im sorry the thoughts just KEEP coming. like john b can def sit there and listen to your pretty self ramble for hours but when he's busy n driving the boat or analyzing maps but needs you there -- he's def just like 'mhmm i know baby.' 'uh huh and what else?' to just keep you going. like he'd baby you sm get out. definitely an enabler with you like cmon im just a girl??? - 🍓

THISSSSSS !! like that’s his baby wdym !! nothings gonna touch u when he’s around bc mr “its okay, i’m here.” will scoop u up so fast and make sure ur comfy and safe and cared for <33

[dailyanarchistposts]

I wanted to share some thoughts I’ve been having recently about the idea of a “Universal Basic Income” or UBI that has become an important topic of discussion in the US recently.

This January, a Silicon Valley venture capitalist firm called Y Combinator issued a “Request for Research” to explore the idea of a guaranteed income. [1] In the proposal, the firm requests applications from researchers interested in examining what happens when you give a set of people a basic income for a five-year period. The underlying assumption is that they want to know if people will blow free money on heroin, basically.

Paul Graham, founder of Y Combinator and its “philosopher king” according to the Awl, summarized his interest in the problem of income inequality in an essay called “Economic Inequality”: “when I hear people saying that economic inequality is bad and should be eliminated, I feel rather like a wild animal overhearing a conversation between hunters.” [2] After facing criticism for saying this, Graham removed this language in an updated version of the text. [3] The essay is a gripping read. Graham begins by acknowledging himself as a “manufacturer of income inequality” and “an expert on how to increase income inequality.” Graham strikes me as an important, articulate figure explaining how contemporary robber barons in the early 21st century understand the capitalist system.

So UBI is an idea that’s floating around and it’s no surprise that it’s coming from an economic sector, venture capitalists, who make money by investing in companies which are exploring ways to eliminate jobs on an enormous scale. The idea is emerging at the outset of what bourgeois economists are calling “Industry 4.0.” [5] This fourth industrial revolution (after mechanization, water/steam power; mass production, the assembly line, and electricity, and computers and automation) will involve cyber-physical systems, the “Internet of things” and cloud computing, according to its contemporary prophets. But in addition to the enormous profits capitalists hope to make from this transformation in the foundations of the contemporary economy, they are also recognizing the political problems it might produce, in particular the very real possibility of substantial increases in unemployment as new technology enables companies to eliminate jobs once previously considered untouchable.

Truck driving is an important example of how this transformation might take place. Auto companies, as I’m sure everyone knows, are actively pursuing partnerships with Silicon Valley in order to bring computers into cars. In spite of all evidence of the problems of global warming from carbon-based fuel consumption, these companies are actively pursuing self-driving cars. [6][7][8][9]

The problem with this technology, which relates to truck driving, is that driverless technology is actually extremely expensive. Recently, a company called Otto launched with a view toward migrating the technology for driverless cars to trucks. In an interview I heard on the radio, one of its founders noted the expense associated with driverless technology, something like $50,000. For a consumer vehicle, such technology would effectively more than double the cost of a car. But for a semi-truck, that might only add an additional 33% to a truck that would otherwise cost $150,000 or so. The article cites the public health risk that trucks pose — they account for 5.6 percent of miles driven while causing 9.5 percent of the country’s accidents. The article also notes that driverless technology could allow drivers to nap, allowing the trucks to stop less frequently. But the article also notes that there are over 4 million trucks on the road, transporting over 70 percent of the country’s cargo. Let’s face it: there is a real chance that some ambitious trucking companies will seek to eliminate jobs by implementing this technology. Even that modification — sleeping and never stopping — would eliminate jobs. Initially developed as a palliative to long, lone commutes by individual workers, driverless technology can be almost seamlessly converted into an engine of massive job loss. [10][11]

So what is at stake with a Universal Basic Income is that capitalists are recognizing the potential to automate through “Industry 4.0” and want to pursue it. But they also recognize the enormous social dislocations automation on this scale would unleash. And, as Graham says, they would like to not be hunted in the streets and eaten.

The left, as ever, is divided into thousands of competing camps on this issue. One Jacobin article distinguishes between a “livable basic income” (LBI) and a “non-livable basic income” (NLBI), arguing that a UBI would need to be established on a level “high enough to eliminate the need to work for a wage.” [12] I’m not convinced by this, and it also seems, in the context of this article, to support the Jacobin’s interest in reviving not so much a basic income but full employment. The Endnotes collective has criticized this approach as the “primary contradiction” of the labor movement, that is, “that the generalization of one form of domination was seen as the key to overcoming all domination.” [13] Or, more pithily, “Everyone is being proletarianized, and so, to achieve communism, we must proletarianize everyone!”

This approach, Endnotes claims, understands the factory “as the foundation of socialism, not as the material embodiment of abstract domination.” Endnotes demurs on providing strategic guidelines, however, and that vacuum ends up being filled by thinkers like Nick Snick and Alex Williams, authors of Inventing the Future: Postcapitalism and a World Without Work and the #Accelerate manifesto. The latter argues for unleashing “latent productive forces” in technology that a capitalism economic system holds in check. [14] The manifesto suggests that technology has no politics, basically, and the authors want to explore its expansion as a way of creating an alternative to capitalism. I’m not entirely convinced, however, that this technological accelerationism won’t ultimately result in a Matrix-style scenario in which the working class basically functions as batteries fueling a “clean” or environmental future for a few capitalists.

Anyway, I hope this provides some basis for future discussion on another important aspect of contemporary transformations in capitalism, alongside our discussion of the emerging “green” economy.

Footnotes

[1] blog.ycombinator.com

[2] theawl.com

[3] paulgraham.com ; paulgraham.com

[5] en.wikipedia.org

[6] www.freep.com

[7] fortune.com

[8] www.seattletimes.com

[9] www.brookings.edu

[10] www.cnbc.com

[11] medium.com

[12] www.jacobinmag.com

[13] endnotes.org.uk

[14] criticallegalthinking.com

[blue-boulder]

allison cameron. lesbian. go

i absolutely will go 😈😈 you’re enabling me sm mona & i can’t thank you enough for it

i think that in your cameron analysis post you made a lot of really good points that i fear i might be reiterating here in slightly different words, but oh well. comphet cameron! so many thoughts!!

one thing about cameron that sticks out to me a lot is her criteria for entering a relationship being, essentially, a hopeless match. she married a man she knew would die within a year, was attracted to house because of her “i fix him” mindset even though they both new she really couldn’t, and started dating chase despite the fact that she (at least in my interpretation!) wasn’t very into him. it could be construed as a fear of commitment, but i don’t think that’s fully it—i think it arguably could also be because she was forcing herself into these relationships, but wanted a way out. that feels super comphet to me!

i think with her weird relationship with house in season 1 that could be attributed to the fact that he hired her for her looks as well; she figured he must be attracted to her, and so she became attracted to him. that kind of feels as though she did so out of expectation rather than actual attraction, idk.

her relationship with chase also started (aside from the first EXTREMELY dubious consent hook up) as something she clearly was not as committed to as he was. she really had no interest of being in a romantic relationship with chase, only getting with him after the team all underwent significant life and career changes—it’s been a while since i’ve seen that episode so i could be wrong on her motivations there, but that feels as though she got with chase in trying to find stability again, not necessarily out of attraction to him. ofc, we know that their relationship didn’t exactly end well, and while it clearly upset her, cameron seemed to accept the divorce easily… hmm!

this is all mostly an argument for cameron being comphet as opposed to her being a lesbian, and even though i’m still very much a lesbian truther, i don’t have much of an argument for that off the top of my head at the moment. HOWEVER, if i got to have a sway on the house md writer’s room then i would have heavily advocated for a relationship between cameron & thirteen. it would be so on brand for her: you realized you’re gay, but you’re still scared of commitment! congrats!

but yeah, that’s my thoughts for now!! i would absolutely love to talk about this more, & now i feel like i’ve got to go back and rewatch more of the cameron-centric episodes. she’s got so many issues that don’t get discussed enough, i love her sm <33

[ssplague]

Chapter 18

Masterlist

⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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“This is so exciting! I can’t believe we’re here! That I’m here! That you guys really brought me with you!”

Your arms are spread out as you twirl around, marveling at your new surroundings. The Bakugou’s observe you with amusement as you look around. Katsuki grabs hold of your hand to drag you inside the hotel you guys were staying at. Mitsuki hands each of you a key card, “You two are on floor six and we are on floor three-“ “Okay bye” Katsuki replied, heading towards the elevator. “Meet us down here at 7 so we can go to dinner, ungrateful brat!” “We will!” You call out with a wave as the elevator doors slide shut. “I was worried our room’s would share a wall, but with three floors between us we’re free to fuck as much as we want” You find yourself being pressed against the wall of the elevator, caged in by a muscular arm on either side of your head, as Katsuki continues whispering a tirade of dirty things in your ear.

By the time the beep announces your floor being reached, you can feel your face burning from embarrassment. You slip out from beneath his arm and begin a brisk walk down the hallway. “Hey! Come back!” You don’t, you break out into a sprint instead. “Y/N! Don’t ignore me!” You turn the corner and hurry to unlock the door, squealing once he comes into view and once inside, try to shut the door on him. He’s able to get his foot in and you know your in trouble now. So you start backing away as he stalks towards you, only to end up getting body slammed onto the soft bed in the center of the room. “Got cha now”

“It’s our first night here, why do we have to go to some stupid party?” Katsuki complains as the two of you follow his parents inside some upscale venue. “You didn’t have to come! I told you that you could go back to the hotel after we finished dinner!” Mitsuki snaps back at him. “Hell no I wasn’t going back alone and letting you take my girlfriend somewhere without me!” “You guys-“ Masaru tries to intervene but his wife whips around surprising the bespectacled man as she starts in on their son, “Knock it off Katsuki, we’re here on vacation, Im not interested in hearing you bitch and moan the entire time, so either suck it up or I’ll make sure you sit your ass in the room by yourself for the rest of the week, understand?”.

The anger burning inside her crimson stare wasn’t even directed towards you, but that didn’t mean it was any less frightening. You’d heard and witnessed her getting onto Katsuki many a time but this time was different…The aura surrounding the older woman had began to effect the atmosphere of the entryway; The light hearted, jubilant buzz of the gathering out on the veranda was silenced by the growing tension, was that your heart beating loudly in your ears? Your mouth had gone dry, you thought better of attempting to fan yourself as you broke out in a sudden sweat. It was as if the surrounding air had adapted to that crimson hell fire and rose from its once cool temperature to mimic the stagnant inferno. You feel bad for your boyfriend as he mumbles a quiet “Yes”, you attempt awkwardly rubbing his back, but he’s quick to shrug you off as the two of you follow behind his parents once more.

Of course you hadn’t been too thrilled to come out either, jet lag combined with getting drilled by Katsuki for an hour was enough to put you out. Thankfully you were able to sneak one of your pep pills before dinner, without them you wouldn’t have managed to keep a smiling face on while you were forced to meet so many industry people. Unfortunately, they seemed to have given you an increased feeling of anxiety along with that energy boost. Standing in a group of well dressed people much older than you, you couldn’t help but think; Who would have known the Bakugou’s were so well connected outside Japan?

“Mitsuki you never mentioned you had a daughter!” a voice exclaims from behind you. An eccentric old man in a paisley suit seems to materialize out of nowhere as he hugs the blonde woman. “She might as well be! This is y/n, my prodigy and Katsuki’s girlfriend, c’mere sweetheart” the warmth radiating from “mom” was welcoming as she reached out to pull you closer to her side. A stark contrast to the terrifying display you’d witnessed earlier…God forbid you ever disappoint or anger her. After introductions were made and Masaru had reappeared with a drink for his wife, you seized the opportunity to slip away into the crowd.

So many people were crowded together around the large veranda; Too many conversations abuzz in your ears, the muscles in your cheeks were cramped from the continuous smile you wore. Your pulse sped up with each step you took, sweat begins to form on your brow. You need to keep yourself grounded, you could not have a freak out right now! That’s when you realized something was amiss, or rather…someone.

Where was Katsuki?

Wide eyes shift back and forth as they scan your surroundings in search of a familiar slouched figure, that brooding expression, but neither were anywhere to be found. Seeing a passing waitress you quickly stopped her to ask which way to the bathroom? She directed you with a gentle smile and a quiet voice. Re-enterting the building you walk quickly down a short hallway, make a left turn, and just as you are about to make a right, you hear it, the gruff snarling and crackling pops that could only come from one person.

“-The fuck you followed me here for?! I’m not interested you weird bitch, get your hands off me!”

The shift from fear to fury had come so easily it was like flipping a light switch. You made your presence known as soon as you realized what was happening.,”You have two seconds to get the fuck away from him”. Seeing Katsuki against the wall being felt up by some middle aged stranger had you seeing red. Your heels echoed as they struck the tiles below your feet as you reached the duo in a few short steps. The women turns to face you, keeping your lover hidden from your sight as she sneers at you, “Mind your own business you foul mouthed little tramp, I’ve known blondie here since he was a little boy, we’re just catching up”. Flashing what was supposed to be a seductive wink over her shoulder, Katsuki let’s out a growl of disgust as he shoves her aside to pull you into his arms.

“Get lost, before I tell Mitsuki that you were groping and propositioning her son in an empty hall way like some disgusting back alley predator” you spit vehemently, narrowed eyes locked on the mystery woman as her’s widen upon mention of the Bakugou matriarch. You aren’t able to see the smirk Katsuki wears behind you but you can pick up on his growing arousal as he squeezes your hips, “You heard her, take a Fuckin hike you nasty broad”. The furious female scoffs at the two of you, her gaze briefly falling to the hands on your hips. Teetering on her chunky heels when you stomp your foot, faking a lunge forward. She nearly falls on her face as she stumbles around the corner, muttering curses under her breath.

“I could of dealt with her myself Y’know…” The words have you rolling your eyes, the spike in adrenaline you’d felt was quick to cycle through and send you crashing back into elevated anxiousness. “Gotta say, it’s a hell of a lot sexier how you did it though” you allow Katsuki to turn you around to look at him but his smug smile immediately falters “Hey, what’s wrong?”. Seeing your hands trembling as they clutch at his dress shirt, he’s quick to usher you into the bathroom and lock the door. It’s fancy, with marble floors and a granite countertop, a plush chair is stationed near the door and as he sits down you’re pulled along onto his lap.

“Shhh it’s okay, I’ve got you now princess”

A pathetic whimper escapes you as your head rests on his shoulder, one hand coming to rest atop his chest. Katsuki was here now, you can relax, you aren’t in charge of yourself anymore. The mindless feeling of being controlled had become comfortable now, it just eased the stress that comes along with living in your head. The sugary musk of his scent had become like aroma therapy as you feel the anxiety begin ebbing away. The steady beat of his heart beneath your palm and softly reaching your ear gave you something to focus on. Your breathing soon evens out and you realize how easy it would be to fall asleep like this.

“Who was she?”

Curiosity got the better of you and soon your shifting around in his lap to get a better look at his face. “Nothing you ever need to worry about, I assure you of that” The reassurance was kind, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now, and it was evident by the sudden frown on your face. “Just some model that was at a lot of the shows my parents dragged me to as a kid….she was 18 back then and I was only six” Katsuki pauses, but only for a moment as apparent disgust and disdain for that woman began to sink in, “She’d try to get me to sit in her lap and always make comments about how I was so handsome for such a little kid, it pissed me off to no Fuckin’ end”.

“It’s been years since I’d last seen her, I’d never have noticed her if she hadn’t of clung to my arm squealing like she did, I kept trying to shake her and get back over to you and I’d thought I did when I came to take a piss, but lucky for me you showed up before I had to experience anything too heinous” The two of you share a chaste kiss at the end of his explanation. Your eye lids growing heavy as you go in for another, repeating the action for a few more minutes. Reluctantly the two of you know you need to leave your little safe haven and rejoin the gathering, you are more worried about possibly upsetting his mother than he is.

When you spot the two adults still caught up in conversation, Katsuki squeezes your hand muttering a soft “Fuck this”. You allow him to lead you out of the venue, noticing him typing something on his phone quickly, before returning it to his pocket. The two of you venture off into the night, your hand clasped in his much bigger one. Eventually you find yourselves near a large waterway and mutually decided this was a nice place to sit. The silence is comfortable and your normally agitated lover seems to be at ease.

Who knows when you might get another opportunity like this?

“Would you be disappointed in me if…if I said I don’t think I want to become a hero after graduation?”

You don’t look at him when you ask this, the fear of seeing disappointment reflected in his crimson eyes is too great, “At least not right away I don’t…Now that Ive had the opportunity to explore what I’m truly passionate about, and I realized that I’m no longer limited to pursuing what my parents forced me into”.

The weight he’s been carrying with him since you battled that villain evaporated instantly, Katsuki was elated. He wasn’t going to have to come up with a plan that involved forcing you to quit hero work, you were willingly doing it yourself! “I could never be disappointed in you over pursuing your ambitions princess, you have to promise me two things though…” he pauses and finally you’re looking at him again, eyes expectant, lips parted slightly, urging him to continue. “You do your best at whatever you choose to do and be willing to admit if things get to be too much for you to handle, I won’t have you overworking yourself, got it?” He was being stern but you could see it was just out of love, so you agreed and gave him your word.

It truly was a beautiful night; The city lights were dimmed, bathing the streets in a romantic orange glow, it was all so perfect. Staring out at the calm waves and letting the breeze caress your face, you became lost in the sea of your own thoughts. You hadn’t noticed the way that your lover stares you down; Memorizing every inch of your beautiful face and cementing this moment into his memory for the rest of his days. Katsuki’s positive he’s worked up enough courage now, one hand gripped the box carefully hidden in his pocket. It’s now or never.

“Y/n” You instantly look his way, suprised by how close he is to you. The look in his eyes has you wanting to shy away, all you can see in his expanded pupils is a reflection of your face. Why did it feel like this one moment in time would forever change your fate? It’s as if time stops, the world has ceased its rotation and all the living beings around you are holding their breath as they wait for…what exactly? This is exciting, how thrilling it is to be forced to face the great unknown!

“I’m shit with words, you know that already so…just let me try and get out what I need to say…I love you, from the moment you came into my life you slowly became the center of my entire world…You mean everything to me, I want to treasure you like a most Prized Posession I hold onto and cherish for the rest of my life…So…will you marry me?”

My entire world… For the rest of my life…

“I want someone to come sweep me off my feet and spoil me so much I wouldn’t ever have to even lift a pinkie again!”

“I’d rather meet someone and we both instantly fall head over heels for each other! They would shower me with all the love and devotion in the world!”

The other young girls in your class are so quick to agree with the two air heads voicing their childish fantasies. You sat at your pint size desk contemplating; Would I want someone to take care of me? If true love is involved, than it technically couldn’t be considered giving someone “Ownership” over my mind, body, and soul right?

Thoughts far to complex to be on the mind of a child…

Even though it had only been mere seconds that it took you to answer him; Katsuki was sweating profusely, terror had gripped his very soul, and doubts forced any sort of confidence from the forefront of his mind.

She’s going to say no… She’ll reject me and then probably want to break up afterwards… I fucked everything up, I-

“Katsuki…you.. I…YES! A thousand times yes!” At a loss for words you begin to blink back tears. The man at your feet wasted no time in placing the ring on your finger, refusing to let go of your hand as he stood back up. “Geez shitty woman take some more fucking years off my life why don’t you?!” The aggressive blonde snaps as he pulls you against his chest. You smile as you look up at him, and he couldn’t possibly scowl, not with you grinning so wide flashing your pearly whites at him, “C’mere and Gimme a kiss pretty girl”.

As your lips meet both of your mouths open, intent on deepening the meaningful lip lock but then- “Oh you two are just too damn adorable!” “Honey, let’s not intrude upon their special moment-“ You felt Katsuki stiffen in your arms, while your body went rigid against his muscular frame. Having heard them before actually seeing them, it was no surprise that your now soon to be in-laws come out from behind one of the large pillars holding up the over head walk way.. “How the hell did you even know where to find us? Dammit!” Your irate lover shouts, gripping you a bit too tightly before letting go. “You left your location on, anyway we recorded the entire thing so we’ll be able to share it with everyone back home! Your grandmother’s are going to cry!Both of them never thought you would settle down with someone”Mitsuki replies dismissively as she approaches both of you, immediately pulling you both into an awkward hug.

“Oh no, I hope I don’t look stupid just standing there gawking like I did for a bit…” you laugh nervously, rubbing one of your sleeves once the teary eyed woman releases you two. “No not at all, you both looked great…I’m so happy for you two” Masaru says coming to stand beside his wife, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing his streaming eyes beneath his glasses. “Okay we’ll get out of your hair now, go enjoy the rest of your night kids” Mitsuki smiles at you and Katsuki once more before dragging her sobbing husband back the way they came.

“That reminds me, turn around baby, got one more present for ya” You do so immediately, feeling something rest on your neck, the Weight of what undoubtedly was some kind of charm, rests right above the valley between your breasts. Figuring out what the gift is has you instinctively lifting your hair up and out of the way. “There we go” now that the chain is fastened, the blonde comes to stand infront of you again “Looks Fuckin perfect, knew it would…but still”. Using the front facing camera on your phone you were able to see the jewelry adorning your neck; Instead of one large charm there was two, a golden gernade, and a heart shaped lock with KB elegantly etched into it. The chain was small and thin but it had to be gold, rubies made up the inside of the heart and it had to be emeralds that sparkle around the gernade. “Katsuki…this had to of cost a fortune…I can’t-“ “Well turns out that accidentally stopping a jewelry store robbery has it perks, you’re mine and now everyone’s gonna know it”

As if they didn’t already.

While you two continued your stroll around the city, you realized that the weight around your neck, and especially weighing down your ring finger, were something you’d have to get used to…A constant reminder.

A most prized possession.

When you found yourself outside the door of your hotel room, you couldn’t decipher these jittery feelings in your gut. It was easier to express yourself to Katsuki when he was all you could see; While he was looking down at you, demanding all your attention, all of your affection, and never ending devotion. You followed his commands and occasionally interjected your own, he was always open to your requests. When you could see your own reflection staring back at you in his enlarged pupils, you knew that you were all he could see too. “I dont fuckin’ get it…” Confusion is evident on your face as you stare up at the man knelt between your legs. Clothes had been shed and lay on the floor in a trail towards the big bed in the room, “How one girl came into my life and fucked up all my plans, I’d had for years…I never thought I’d fall victim to any of that mushy love stuff and just Fuckin look at me…Actually, look at you…Yeah, I didn’t stand an ice cube’s chance in hell”. His hands outline your curves, stopping to squeeze at your hips, “So beautiful, you’re perfect…” he breathes, slowly leaning his face down towards your’s. Just as you think he’s about to devour you whole, lips so close they touch when he lets slip a whispered confession, “M’fuckin obsessed with you baby, tried resisting it at first, but I couldn’t get over you even if I tried”.

“I guess it’s a good thing I agreed to marrying you then isn’t it?” You tease, returning the sneer he gave you with a bop to his nose, “I love you Katsuki”. “You too princess” he replies as the tip of his cock breeches your clenching hole “- and this tight Fuckin pussy, tell me who it belongs to again, I must have forgot”. With a heavy sigh you play along “It’s your’s Suki, only yours”. “Damn right it is”

The rest of your time on vacation passed much too fast for your liking. By the time you boarded the flight home your suitcase was much heavier with all the new clothes and other things you’d gotten. Once in the air you couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger. It gave you butterflies to think about what your classmates and friends would say. As if reading your mind, Katsuki leans over to whisper “All those harpies back home are going to be jealous of you princess, I’m going to get a good laugh at the looks on each of their faces”. You laugh quietly, turning to kiss him, “That makes two of us”. Lifting the arm rest up and out of the way you Cuddle into your fiancé’s side, snuggling against him until you’re both comfortable enough to get some shut eye on the long ride home.

[anonzentimes]

hi zen!! o/

i am coming into ur inbox purely to tell you thank you for making an effort to become more active about your interests despite being scared bc it kinda helped push me to do the same thing? and i’ve been doing it for the past few months and OHH my god it’s so scary but also i’m having crazy levels of fun and i probably would not be nearly as far along with it as i am bc i’ve seen you do the same thing. it’s really cool to me !! um so i’m Being Brave and sending you a little appreciation ask off anon bc it is 2 in the morning so i do not have the energy to be scared !!! and also i think it’s really really good to celebrate being authentic in our interests and such :3 so thank you <33

to include something on-theme with the blog um um i !!! am also a big nagito komaeda fan !! he’s my favorite little guy !! hajime too but in an “ough he’s just like me fr” way. i enjoy komaeda so much that i’m going to be playing him in my next dnd campaign and nobody knows it’s him except for my DM who is complicit in keeping it a secret from my party members >:] i want them to realize at some point mid-campaign i think it’d be really funny. also that same DM has made an npc who is secretly just izuru kamukura and i’m gonna get to have a romance arc!!! and i’m very excited about it :] MORAL OF THE STORY share your interests with your friends bc they’ll happily enable you lmao <3

ok that is all. have a nice day or night or afternoon \(//∇//)\

HELLO???? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HEARTWARMING THIS IS AHHHHAHA <33 I'm so touched by the fact I can make a positive impact I'm really happy to hear it. I think unlearning shame or just becoming less anxious with even small things like interests is one of the best things you can experience in life, or at least it has been for me. It's really relieving and being able to just simply enjoy things is an entire major reason to live for me. It's sort of funny I never really expected or intended on having audiences, other than Youtube because well yeah, but I get attention for being authentic and unapologetically myself which apparently I've been told is contagious LOL. It's just kind of how I am and to know people can be positively impacted by that is really nice. I've always been like this but now I have the words to express myself and the mentality to not feel much shame or anxiety over it, again, it's incredibly relieving. Anyways, mostly just being sentimental and saying thank you for sending a little appreciation thing haha! I have trouble understanding I can have an impact sometimes, it's definitely a snap back to reality when something undeniable confirming my presence happens Lol.

HELP IT'S REALLY FUNNY TO ME THAT I SOMEHOW ENDED UP JUST MAKING THIS THE NAGITO BLOG.... IT WASN'T EVEN PLANNED I JUST CAN'T CONTAIN MY THOUGHTS... but I mean, guess that just goes to show how much he IS my thoughts lol. Anyways, totally agree Hajime's definitely a "oh he's so me fr fr" type of character and GOD. GOD I WOULD DO THAT IF I PLAYED DND TOO HONESTLY.... LMAOO THE IDEA OF GETTING STARTLED BY NAGITO IS SO FUNNY... a Romance Arc sounds really cute too!! I hope you have fun with it, sounds like a great experience! Sharing interests with friends is wonderful, and overall I think if loved ones don't enable your interests that's like a red flag to me a bit.

[angeart]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dead? dying? what? scar dead? scar actually dead?

nonono it’s okay I can fix this surely uuuuhhhhh

grians just panicking! scars actually fine! there is no blood in that picture actually!

uh uh uhmmmm this is on hermitcraft??? and scar can respawn? maybe? totally doesn’t have anything to do with the death bonus under the vex arc? right? right?

uhhhhh totems? totems are a thing? could they get their hands on something that valuable? do they even exist in this world? vexes and pillagers and woodland mansions go together yes?

I’m grasping at straws here lol

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

-burny pic anon

love this onslaught of desperate ideas :3c

(especially the pure ✨denial✨ of the blood in the art pff <33)

this is not on hermitcraft :3 .... i cannot confirm nor deny anything else, it is not time for that yet and i like you having hopes and ideas.

all me and link can do right now is tease, and believe me, we're going to use that privilege fully. (because we're a li'l bit evil and we enable each other—)

let me tell you, i will have three four drawings for this mess! and i'm very happy with the linearts so far!! the cropped one i showed was a little preview, that was one of them!

[leprosycock]

ok ok I just read papillon and god. I never thought I'd be attracted to starving kink but you brought out the twisted romance of the abuse so well..... there's just something about him becoming so weak through enabling(/enforcing) by lud and also his own convincing himself that he wants it (that fucking "thank you I couldn't have done it without you " at the end!! Jfc!!) That is so alluring and erotic so thank you very much for introducing me to a new fetish I guess lol. I love your writing so much genuinely fr, honestly it's like you could make even the kinks that I hate seem appealing. So hauntingly disgustingly beautiful.

thank you so much 🥹💕💕 i’m so glad you liked it!! really the main reason why i like it so much is the idea of j surrendering complete and total control of his body and offering it entirely to lud, who abuses that control and that trust and intimacy and twists it into something impure and sick just because he’s a very, very selfish little boy whose curiosity will and does hurt those around him. it’s soooo <33 yeah i like it. i’m super pleased that that angle came across in the fic and i definitely wanna toy with the concept more!!

[enpr-ss]

The world border, forced to record at the same time, and proximity mod rules are actually so good lol.

What an unfortunate looking starter house.

He gave scar the flint and steel…. Grian you are the source of all the chaos.

“A village wide trading hall would be great” - famous last words

Him leading that creeper and then scar getting exploded…. The beginning of the end.

“Put your clothes back on!”

I am with Grian in the sheer disbelief that Scar has somehow managed to scam people out of their enchanted armor and items.

He made the sandcastle in under one hour? Incredible. And the endermen security / insurance is genius.

Cleo scamming scar out of his stuff for pizza’s location is genius and hilarious.

SCAR DIED TO A RAVINE LOL. He died for nothing lol.

Scar using his red to intimidate everyone. Finally a series where scar dying first just makes him more powerful. Grian’s just trying to do damage control and it’s just not working. AND GRIAN’S FIRST BOW SHOT WAS AT SCAR WHO JUST TOOK HIS ARMOR OFF. THE NARRATIVE JUST WRITES ITSELF. but Grian’s just indulging him and enabling him.

“We’re going to give him back his enchanting table.”

“You are FULL OF IT!” -skizz

Bro somehow that trap worked. Scar played his part perfectly, grian messed up the trap but jimmy of course set it off.

And then they all went to laugh at jimmy’s red name.

Grian is so transparently using scar as an excuse for chaos and murder.

I also can’t believe they were the first and ONLY to get netherite. Why.

The crastle siege was just clown music the entire time. But hey etho! And hilariously that his traps never woke the first time.

Grian just carries two spare flint and steels because he knows scar.

Everyone in disbelief as scar tries to swindle his way with etho

It’s always pets on servers. They’re the true martyrs.

IT WAS GRIANS IDEA TO ARSON ETHOS CASTLE!!!! OH MY GOD.

Grian: there’s a 33% chance he’s going to die.

Ironic that Grian is the one who mined the most sand. He just wants his traps to work :(

How does he always find his way into shenanigans. How. He eavesdropped SUCCESSFULLY on impulse. The half heart clutch multiple times!

“I’m yet see these muscles do the work they’re supposed to”

Etho’s Mary poppins looks so dumb from Grian’s POV but it puts the fear into them.

Bdubs would do anything for a clock LOL

BIGB NOOO

how is scar somehow the ringmaster. How. And their inventories were full. Of course.

“We’re going to win 3rd life using slow falling arrows and potatoes”

Of course Scar will betray you over a piece of paper. And of course he’s willing to do a Ren for grian. And of course he’s going to drag it out by burning the renchanting banners and tables.

And grian just casually punches him into the cactus and takes like 2 punches at most.

The final duel at pizza’s grave, grian jumping off it…perfection

He got the most kills on the server too.