#whatever yoh make of it really

[bonbonly]

No bon its fine, i do also see oscar as the sweetest thing, thats why i maybe thought he always forgives you for not paying him with sex, until one day, after like 6 months of not doing anything, snaps and just comes to you and gives yoh an ultimatum either you ride his cock or leave entirely

anon you absolute slut i love you for this, because for the longest time i couldn't even see oscar as a sugar daddy and now im seeing the vision, you genius i am going to pull you onto my lap and make out with you for this ;alsdkjfasldkfja;sldkfjasd;lf LMFAO bon's thoughts (18+)

sugar!daddy oscar piastri who really isn't that entirely older than you. he understand how university life is, and he helps you sometimes. he asks some of his buddies for opportunities for you, and he definitely sends you big checks to help you buy whatever you need, and whatever you want. but there are some days where he really really wants to touch you, just to know what it's like to be inside you. you're absolutely stunning, you're always smiling at him and so he feels awkward bringing this up into a conversation because you seem content, everything's working out fine and he feels a bit too selfish for wanting to ask this of you. so he lets it slide. he's not your boyfriend, necessarily, so he keeps his boundaries and nods his head whenever you talk about sex to him. it's a normal topic, you say, but you're unaware that he's biting his knuckles not because it's a habit of his, but because his cock cannot stop craving to be inside your sweet cunt.

and you can imagine months later when he overhears a phone call with your friends about how one of your classmates invited you to the library to study only to eat you out, oscar's standing there in shock because all this time he was waiting and waiting only to realize that you had just completely ignored him. if you wanted to have sex with someone, he was right there for you! you're in his bedroom, giggling with your friends about masturbating to some porn videos you found online and that's his final straw. when you come down to tell him that you were heading back to your dorm, you see him sitting there with crossed arms and a glare on his face.

"what's wrong?" you ask.

"i'll tell you what's wrong," oscar scoffs, "here's how this is going to work, because i've lost all my patience. either you come over here and ride my cock that's been aching for you for months, or you step out this door to get back to your dorm and you never come back. everything stops between us."

and you raise an eyebrow, a grin on your face when you realize your sugar daddy's feeling jealous that you weren't giving him the attention he deserves. so like the good girl that you are, you straddle him, taking off your clothes and sinking down onto his cock which causes the both of you to moan out loud. all restrain is out the window, the man has his arms wrapped around you just in case you try to leave him without having his cum inside you, and he's thrusting his hips upward to meet your bounces. he's having you cum again and cum, relishing in the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock that just keeps gifting you wave after wave.

"fuck, from now on, you wanna fuck someone you tell me," he groans, "and when i want to have my dick inside you, you better have your cunt spread wide for me. oh my," he throws his head back, slapping your ass as you continue to ride him. you nod your head, telling him that you'll never leave him unattended ever again. he's wrapped around your finger, permanently.

[sevsbunny]

fingering!!! r receiving, slight public sex (in a booth alone by the end of the night) eighteen plus!!!!

hehehe catching her gaze like this staring at you as she crosses the bar

her cocky ass stride up to the bar, throwing up a single of two drinks to the bartender, her gaze looking back over at you with a smirk

and you’re fiddling with your already watered down gin and tonic you had ordered when you first got here. it wasn’t your first time at the bar, but it was without someone to have on your arm

you decided to go out, how fun and MAYBE find someone to help you get laid. you weren’t expecting anything, honestly. you didn’t really think you’d turn any heads — let alone sevika’s

shit she’s coming over here, you scramble with your hair, pressing it flat to fix it even though you don’t know what you look like with the lack of mirrors

she smirks, raising an eyebrow loosely as she puts both of the glasses on the table, the dark amber liquid splashing a little over the lip of the cup.

“this seat taken, princess?” her voice is low, rough like sawdust making you tremble in your spot. you shook your head, sliding over a bit in the booth to give her space - she needed it

she huffed an amused sound, sliding your glass over to you as she sat down in one smooth movement and suddenly her thick thighs were pressed up against you.

she was much larger than you anticipated

“haven’t seen you ‘round here,” she says as she lifts the cup up to her lips, your eyes watching her lips brush against the cool glass wishing they were your lips instead

she caught your gaze, smirking a bit more before sipping the drink. she gestured towards you to take a sip, and you did quickly coughing as it brined your throat. “good girl.” you feel a warm blush spread on your cheeks at her praise, feeling your thighs clench a little in repsonse

“been here before,” you respond, taking another sip and the warm amber liquid falling down your throat with a slight burn. it was getting more comfortable being able to drink. “just here for the first time alone.” you admit, crossing your ankles and looking over at her

“is that so?” she muses, mixing the alcohol in her glass in a circular movement with her wrist as if she was in thought. “what are you looking for?” she asks, draping her left arm across the back of the seat and behind you. you could feel the slight coolness of the metal from her arm radiate onto your skin

“a good time if one permits,” yohsaw with a little dry laugh, but she just smirks as you, leaning her head to the side a bit in curiosity. you feel her gaze under your frame and it makes you feel small, like you’re just her prey.

and in some ways you were

she had gotten you five drinks in, maybe a few blunts rolled in between there — she wasn’t paying attention. she was about as fucked up as you in this moment and she could not keep her hands off of you

it was getting late, you knew that, but you couldn’t deny that the way sevika’s hands felt on your skin didn’t make you wanna stay out a little later. you leaned into her touch, her fingers playing mindlessly with the ends of your skirt as she listens to you ramble about whatever the fuck yoh were into

she swore she cared about your interested, a pretty thing like you, you had a big beautiful brain that she had started to pick apart in mere three hours of meeting.

but she wanted something else to pick apart.

you stopped mis sentence as you watched her eyes flicker briefly from your gaze down to your lips, a soft hitch of breath in your throat as she brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it.

“am i talking too much?” you don’t really care for the answer, honestly. as long as she closed the gap in between the two of you.

“yes,” she breathed out lowly before pulling your head towards her and pushing her lips against yours. you let out a soft sigh as you felt her lips against yours, your hands finding their way to wrap around her neck to close the gap in between tour bodies

she groans as she pulls you into her lap, your legs straddling hers, your cores pressed against each other.

her lips tasted of weed and whiskey, a hint of mint form the peppermints she’s been ‘snacking’ on all night. she was intoxicating, roaming her hands under your shirts and pressing her palm firmly against your back, making it arch just a bit

“so responsive,” se purrs softly against your lips before trailing her lips down rhe side of your jaw, towards the curve of your neck. you move your head towards the side to let her and she chuckles.

“easy, hm?” you blush darkly at the truth, your hands holding onto her shoulders as she takes her flesh hand from your back and brings it around the front of your hips, right to cup your core over your underwear and under your skirt.

“sevika..” you gasp softly, suddenly remembering you were still in the bar.

“no one will bother us.” you whine softly as she presses her two fingers against your clothed entrance. “not unless you keep quite, okay sweetheart?” she murmurs against your neck you gulp shyly, before feeling her teeth nip at the skin and suck

a breath one escapes your throat before she starts rubbing you slowly though your underwear, feeling your slick dampen your underwear making you feel more embarrassed at how turned on you were in this moment

“so wet baby. this for me?” she teases as you whine, digging your nails into her. she knew the answer, she just met you but she couldn’t let go of you now.

she gets impatient before pushing your underwear to the side, and teasing your hole with her middle finger. “what do you want?” she noticed how you were slowly starting to grind onto her for direction and release, but she wasn’t going to give it to you that easily

“you please,” you beg softly, her nose nudging up the side of your neck, nipping the skin on your jaw before she takes her other hand that was on your back, to the front — gripping your chin roughly making you look at her

her pupils are blown out, a dark slate grey gaze swimming with desire pools back into your own eyes, making your core throb at just how much she wants you looking at you like this.

“be specific, baby. what do you want, hm?” she squeeze your cheeks a bit, your lips puckering softly as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“fingers, please sev..” you whined her name softly? through puckered lips before she grins with a satisfying smile

“good girl,” she purrs as she slips her middle finger into your hole, a soft moan escaping your lips as she takes her grip off your chin. “mm, perfect pussy baby, you know that?” you let out another soft whine at the compliment, your rain feeling fuzzy from the alcohol and weed she overloaded in your system

exactly what she wanted for you. she wanted to have you perfectly palatable in her lap to play with as she desires, to make you feel good and to keep you under her for as long as you’re willing to let her

“more,” you whine softly, moving your hips on her finger as you dig your nails into her. she curses under her breath as she slips a second finger into your cunt and picking up the pace of her hand

the wet sounds of your pussy was flooding your brain, your eyes never leaving face as she watched the way your pussy took her fingers so well. how slick they were with each stroke and every single gaps and whine falling form your lips

“so fucking pretty,” she leans back a bit, moving you so she can see move of your pussy taking her fingers. they stretched you out, a subtle sting turning to pleasure as she curls her fingers into your cunt

“fuck, sev just like that …” you arch your back a bit, moving your hips against her ministrations and she lets out a pussy clenching growl at the sight. she grips your hip with her bionic arm, moving your hips against her

“atta girl, ride my fingers like it’s my cock baby.” her words are filthy as they make desire pool at the bottom of your stomach, her thumb coming to press firmly against your clit in circle. you squeeze around her fingers, huffing our soft moans.

“close baby?” you nod, biting your lip and not trusting the sound of your voice. you knew that if you opened them, you’d let out a loud moan and you’d for sure get caught

“being so fucking good staying quiet sweetheart,” she groans as she feels a wet spot seep through her own pants from your cunt, her own pussy throbbing watching you ride her like this

you were not going anywhere after this.

you let out a soft whine as you looked at her with a quiet pleading look. she smirked, pressing hard on your clit as she pushed hire fingers sloppily into your cunt as your hips met her movements

“oh baby, you wanna cum?” you nod desperately, hips rocking back and forth as the booth slightly creaks, a soft grunt coming from sevika’s lips as she nods . “go on then, baby. cream around my fingers.” you let out a soft moan at her command as you cum, gripping onto her and digging your nails deeply into her

she groans at the pain of your nails in her, igniting a deeper feeling inside of her as she feels you cum around her fingers

“good girl, fuck you look so pretty like this.” she moans out softly, her lips hanging open as she rides you through your orgasm, before slowing your hips

she keeps her fingers in you for a moment, her bionic hand coming to up to cup your cheek and you lean into her touch.

she takes her fingers from your cunt, before pulling them up. “open.” she commands and you do as she says. you taste yourself on your tongue instantly as she pushes them into your mouth. you suck on them, suck them clean she felt her cunt throb widely.

“cleaning them before i even ask. good fucking girl.”

[theancientpaganism]

HIIIU i really loved your bob, void and sentry head canons, i was just wondering if you could do them again and what they think of a chubby gf? also pls if you can a little smutty

-🎀

As a chubby bitch id love too.

The boys and their chubby girlfriend headcannons

First bob

Bro loves it. Having a chubby girlfriend? Hells yeah

His favorite thing is eating you out and you squeezing his head with your thick thighs. Makes him want to cum in his pants.

He'd love feeding you and keeping you chubby. He doesn't want you unhealthy he wants to make sure you keep the meat on Your bones.

He'd love cuddling with you especially if hes having anxiety just having you lay on his chest and weigh him down relaxes him

He also if you have hip dips loves grabbing those when having sex. To guide you.

He also likes sleeping on your stomach

He'd also probably drool over you

He'd randomly grab you and massage you.

Your like a stress ball to him.

Got new lingerie? And you got a slight or regular muffin top from it? Hes leaking precum

You just got out of the shower? Leaking more.

He loves showering with you, everything being wet just makes your curves pop more. Especially cause its so easy to feel all over your body

Due to his new found strength he can lift you up easily and loves doing so

Sentry

My guy doesn't care. Skinny, fat, chubby, whatever

But he does like giving yoh hickeys all over you

He loves standing uo in the middle of the room while fucking you and your weight soley on him just to prove how strong he is.

He loves carrying you around

Again he loves grabbing your hips or hip dips to pound into you harder

He doesn't like your thighs squeezing his head but he does love leaving hickeys all over them

Depends on what your okay with but will gently slap your but it jiggling turns him on.

He also loves chasing you catching you then fucking you

He likes throwing you around consensualy but still manhandling you and showing you to him it does not matter what your weight is, it is no match for his strength with literally says stupid shit like

"If your 'chubby' how come im able to throw you around so easily? Hmm?"

As if hes not God like

Anyways he doesn't care much unless you care alot

Like if you say one bad thing about your body his putting a gag in your mouth and tying your hands together just so he can fuck you into the mattress to prove how good you are

Void

He doesn't care. He'd treat you the same.

Literally could not give a fuck less.

But this goes for any body type hes like sentry

If you talk badly about yourself hes fucking you in to the mattress to prove a point

Does live how big your boobs are though they turn him on.

Don't get me wrong voids a slut in bed. But your weight means nothing. Unless your supper skinny. Like anorexic, then they are all worried.

[aninipanin1]

I love your manager reader fics 💕💖💕

I'm curious about adult manager reader first interaction with the world 5 tho 👀 you only write them a bit in passing but I love to read more about em

MISS RIGHT

Notes: I am so glad you asked for this AHAHAHAH and thank you so much for the support

"You all will be staying here until the matches start, which is scheduled until the end of the second selection. You will be alerted of when this is, so as of now, you all can do whatever it is you wish, even heading out of the facility if ever."

Anri nodded her head at the five players from all over the world, trying her best to make sure her English was atleast understandable. The players did not seem to pay attention to her words all that much, just nodding off at the brief explanation. After all, they were just after the check and well, a few of their own personal agendas. Not anything serious. And well, Anri did not mind at all, leaving them the moment all was said and done.

The facility was rather big, well it was big from the outside but on the inside, it was definitely bigger. Especially since they heard it housed more than 200 teenagers, who all lived here. Well, surely it has to be really big to be comfortable, or it's not and its conditions are inhumane which would definitely get the authorities involved, especially since most of the participants were minors. So that means it was the former.

And with that, each of the 5 foreign players headed somewhere to quell their boredom.

LEONARDO LUNA

The Spanish player found himself resting in one of the lounge areas of the separated stratum for the staffs to work on to avoid any of the players seeing him and finding out the second plan for their second selection.

He scrolled through his phone mindlessly, finding it a tad bit boring since there was really nothing new about the topics that he liked in general. And he would have continued to be bored until he heard a minor 'thud' hit the floor near him. He admitted, it made his heart jump, and his head whipped in the direction immediately.

Thankfully, it was not as bad as he thought it was, seeing the thud was of a huge pile of papers instead of the person themself slipping on the floor. Like the supposed gentleman he was, he walked to yoh and helped with gathering the scattered paperwork.

"Thank you so much! Sorry for the bother!"

You said, continuously bowing her head while scampering to pick up the paper. It was in Japan's native language, so Luna had no way of understanding what the words were. However, understanding the apologetic tone and the many bows that he knows are respect of some sort in the culture of Japan, he had a vague idea at least.

'Must be something like thank you in Japanese...?'

"It's nothing, Miss-"

He cut himself off, though, when he looked down at the contents of the papers in his hands. It was printed with different japanese texts, all he could not understand, but there are drawings and sketches about some sort of strategy for a real 11 vs 11 match, probably for practice sessions.

But, the placements of the positions were definitely... interesting and even unconventional, to say the least. But, it peeked his interest enough for him to ask you about it.

"Hmm, may I ask Miss. Did you make these?"

Realizing that you were talking to THE Leonardo Luna made you nervous. Clearing your throat, you nodded and spoke in English to try and hopefully cross the language barrier.

"Yes, I did, Sir. Um, I'm the manager and a helper of Ego-san when it comes to training the players."

"Hmm."

He hummed, and that only made the nerves worse. You knew he was judging the positions of the practice sheets you made, which were all just theories you made and have yet to test out. But, here it was, being looked at by a world class player.

'Out of all my work, why this one?!' You panicked in your mind.

However, instead of the scrutiny you thought it would face, he looked to be impressed. Eyes moving about the paper and his mind seeming to run about how each scenario may work, and needless to say, he was impressed with how you formed such a creative way of arranging players with differing talents and skills.

He then looked at you. For someone who does not look like much, you exceeded his expectations. He'd give it to you, you have a creative yet logical and sound mind, a mix of opposing characteristics but meshed well in the sport.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Luna?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. Just continue being creative, Ms. I like the way your brain works."

He said, leaning close to your face with a smirk filled with mischief and a hint of amazement. Huh, looks like this place is not that bad. He thought the people in here either ranged from crazy to idiotic, but, there are still some people here that is worth the attention.

Needless to say, your first impression on him was more than good.

ADAM BLAKE

It was a few days before the end of the second selection was set, and you were as busy as ever. Stopping by a water fountain set up around the facility, you stopped for a moment to refill your water tumbler while balancing your tablet.

It did not take long before you finished the small task, but before you left the place, you felt someone behind you, his closeness apparent from the way you felt his breath touch the nape of your skin and his body slightly against your back as if your sixth sense themselves felt the pinch of the person's presence.

"Well, well...I did not know there was a beautiful manager around here."

You stopped typing on your tablet before turning around to find yourself face to face with the infamous English player. He was almost twice the size of you, having the advantage of playing a sport professionally and all.

And that fact intimidated you, gulping at the flirtatious smirk on his face as he leaned even more to you while you pulled back to try and avoid his face as much as you could.

"Um, pardon, sir-"

"Adam is fine, sweethcheeks. Damn, you're even prettier up close."

'What is even happening...'

The proximity made you even more nervous and confused. Out of all the people, it was you that he had to approach? And besides, does he not feel shame that there are cameras around the facility or the fact that someone may just pass by and walk in on you two like this? Oh, the scandal that might ensue will ruin your whole career!

And you being quite responsible, knew that the only way to avoid that was to avoid the man himself. So you did just that, calm and sweetly letting him down as best as you can without having to anger him or potentially your and his career.

"Um, I'm so sorry, Mr. Blake, but I have to go and do my work." You tried to walk to his side and escape, only for him to slide in front of you again, the smirk on his face growing wider.

"Hey now, there's no need to be scared. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

He used the fact that he was double your size, trapping you to receiving his flirtatious words and gazes. Truthfully, before he saw you, he was starting to get bored due to the lack of entertainment in the facility. So, when he heard there was a female manager walking around the facility that was his age, he wanted to see what you were about.

And well, at first he was disappointed. You looked...plain. Not bad looking, in fact, you were pretty, but very much like a plain Jane. Maybe it was because he was used to seeing the most beautiful of actors and models that he is a bit insentivized with appearances, and that was how he felt.

But, the moment you did catch his attention was when he heard Luna start to talk about you. The Spanish player would always mention you in passing conversations about football and just general topics, he seemed to genuinely love to talk about you and about how you were supposedly smart and unique in your own ways.

At first, he was annoyed at this. He just could not shut up about you, can't he? But, he wanted to look at this from another perspective. So, here he was now, trying his best to find out what was so interesting about you in the best way he knew possible. He was bored too, so why not?

"Um please, I really have to go."

"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. Why not stay here for a bit? I can-"

But to his surprise, you were not taking 'no's seriously, only your job was serious in your mind and at that current moment, you really needed to continue it. So, you crouched and ran out of his hold before scurrying away like a skittish animal.

"I'm so sorry, sir! But I really needed to go. Bye."

You kept the politeness before vanishing through the many halls of the facility, leaving him starstrucked. In all his life, there had been many instances of him being rejected. Sure, most of the time the girls were more than willing to flirt with him, but that does not mean there have been a few share who immediately turned him down.

So why was this different?

It was probably the way your eyes looked. Instead of the usual flushed expression followed by an annoyed tone, instead he was met with only a distracted haze in your eyes. Like, your mind did not even set in the fact that he was flirting with you, that you were too focused in whatever you were about to do.

Like you were close to clueless about his intentions. Or maybe, you just did not care at all, finding your job much more fulfilling and important to pay attention to.

And this ignited something in him. He always did love a bit of a challenge in everything, especially women. He'll take on the challenge of making you start to pay attention to him, to the point that you will be distracted by him.

'Hm, let's see how much you interest me even more as time passes, Miss Y/n.'

PABLO CAVAZOS

"You mean, I don't look good in green?"

The Argentinian frowned at the advice, not in a malicious way that he disregarded your opinion, but in a disappointed way that one of his main favourite colors to wear clashed with his bright hair.

"That doesn't mean you can't wear it anymore though. I think a muted green would look really good, just not neon green."

You added with a smile. Out of all the players in World 5, you became the closest with Cavazos a lot (with a few exceptions), and this was due to how in some strange way, you two had a lot in common. From your likes in food and entertainment to the love of cute things and even some of your habits.

And that all started with this certain conversation when the player walked out of his room wearing a neon green sweater, and you being you, started to talk about possible combinations of color that may fit him as well as color theory for some reason.

"But, I think monochrome fits you the best. So your eyes and hair can pop even more!"

Now, Pablo was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he did not care for what other people usually told him. Due to his eccentric looks, he was always the point of attention, someone people would pay attention to immediately in a large room whether it was for good or not.

He has been told most of his life how to present himself. What are the best ways to suit his features with something. To wear something that would get the attention off of his hair and eyes and instead have it mix in with the rest of his outfit, or to even cut his hair so he won't be as distracting. But, one moment, it's as if he had some sort of epiphany.

He realized that those people, were not looking out for him as he thought they initially. Instead, they wanted him to stop shining because of who he really is. They wanted to take his star quality and shine away, the things that made him unique out of everyone in the world.

So he stopped listening to what everyone said, and instead, he tried to try and stand out more, to take more space in the eyes of the people, strangers or not. To reject any type of rejection towards his true self.

Atleast, that's what he should do with you. To tell you to stop giving him opinions that just take away to who he truly is. But, instead he listens intently, nodding and even sparing a smile at some lighthearted jokes you'd mix in.

Why? He doesn't know why, either. Maybe it was the tone of your voice. One filled with happiness and genuineness, not that of condescension. You just gave genuine advice, not force them unto him, the shine in your eyes telling him there was no malice or want to suppress him, but instead a longing to find him succeed in even something so small like clothing choices.

So, he listens to you ramble about color theory and takes into mind what you were telling him, even at the expense of changing his fashion choices.

And you continued your mindless chatter, until you realized that you did not have any position to tell a man of his fame and standing what to do, when everything he currently did seemed to work.

On reflex, you tried covering your mouth, gasping a bit at the realization.

"I'm so sorry for babbling too much! I-"

But, he only cut you off. Taking your wrist in his hand, his face remaining emotionless and cool as he just shook his head.

"No, no. I like all your advice. Please continue."

DADA SILVA

"How am I even going to carry all of these?"

You mumbled as you looked at the large boxes that were in the storage room, all stacked upon each other. You can already feel the strain on your back and bones at the prospect of carrying the heavy boxes and transferring them to another room.

The current storage room was deemed a bit big to just be a storage room, so to make use of the space, everything in it will be transferred in a different and smaller room. Unfortunately for you, you were the only one currently available to make the move.

Not complaining anymore, you used your brain to make the move a bit easier. Using carts and other contraptions to move the heavy boxes. But of course, even with this, moving dozens of heavy boxes was not an easy feat for one woman.

"Ugh, just a few more...and then maybe, I can get some rest."

But to your surprise, the box in your hand that was a point of struggle for you was taken out of your hands gently. Blinking at the sudden predicament, you looked up to find a familiar figure standing tall, his arms carrying the boxes with ease as if they did not have any significant weight to them.

"Pardon for the sudden intrusion, but I can't just let a lady continue struggling."

"Oh, Sir Silva, you didn't have to-"

"It's nothing. It's only a few boxes."

He shrugged and continued the walk, you led the way, hand still pushing the rest of the boxes on the cart now that your hands were free. If you were not gonna lie, you definitely felt somewhat nervous.

Why would you not be? You let someone like THE Dada Silva help you out in something so miniscule. Sure, he offered, but he was legit being paid millions by the facility and the JFU, and you were letting him do peasant work? Oh, how the heads will kill you if they find out the stunt you pulled.

Nevertheless, you gave a bright smile filled with gratitude.

"Thank you so much for the help, Mr. Silva...I am REALLY sorry for inconveniencing you."

The man could not help the soft smile that pulled on his face. The look in your eyes, even the fidgety look in your figure, definitely showed how genuine you were about the gratitude and apology. Not that he wanted one. It was just common sense for a man to help a lady that he could see was in need.

But, it did feel a little lighter and more fun when you gave him the sweetest thank you and smile he was ever given by anyone.

You had been the talk between the rest of his fellow players. From Luna's neverending praise for your intelligence and creativity, to Cavazos' rain of appreciation and mentions of your open and kind personality, and even Blake's nonstop plans of wanting to impress you himself, and supposedly redeem himself in your eyes, whatever that meant.

So, naturally, he got curious, too. All the words they threw about you were all a jumbled mess, different perspectives of different people towards one individual. And so, due to this, he cannot really make out who you really were or what type of person you were.

So, he went to investigate himself, not wanting to rely on hearsay. He approached you, finding it a good moment to see you struggling with the boxes. It can be less awkward when he has another reason to talk with you other than his own curiousity!

And, he can safely say he can definitely see what each of them talked about. Your words carried hidden intelligence to them, your words being softly spoken yet had a sharpness to them that only someone with a deep understanding of the topic can ever hold.

He can also see that you were sweet to the core. Just your aura alone exuded that same kindness your voice did, making him ease to you. When was the last time he had a very innocent interaction with someone, especially a woman, like this again?

Now, it was not that he villainized everybody around him. No, he knew some people who were genuinely good. But most of them were only good to him due to some sort of agenda that hid deep in their hearts. Whether it is a professional relation filled with nothing but serious countenance and formal conversations, or a more give and take relationship, one that was a bit more intimate, but not something genuine. Instead, it was all about what to receive off of pretending to be in a more personal relationship, either supposed friendship or romantic relations.

But with this, it feels so much more freeing. So much more chill and flowy, like the careless waves of the ocean. One that was there just because of mutual respect towards each other as human beings who have complex emotions and feelings.

"Thank you for the small conversation, Mr. Silva! It definitely cured my boredom in moving these boxes."

"Like I said, it's nothing, Ms. Y/n. I had fun too."

For now, there was nothing much to it. Just two people having fun talking to the other, finding the difference and similarities between the other entertaining enough for the genuine laughter.

But, who's to say this moment filled with a barrage of kaleidoscope colors is a one-off thing that can never repeat in this supposed monotonous facility?

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Y/n: *Accidentally rizzing the four World 5 members.*

Meanwhile, Y/n with Loki: You're really cute. I can adopt you too like the other 300 under boys I already adopted-

Loki: ...pardon?

I hate school so much, but your girl has to keep her honour student shebang cause why not?

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[vickyyoon]

Pretty boy

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Genre : smut, fluff

C/w: smut, roommate hyunjin, pervy! Hyunjin, jerking off, sub!Hyunjin, softdom! Reader, fluffy smut, unprotected sex ( don't do it guys), masturbating

Paring : sub!hyunjin x fem!reader

Synopsis : you moved in with that pretty boy who you liked for a long time only to find out he has the same feelings for you.

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He caught your eyes the first day you saw him at the party. You were really never a party person but when you do go there, you're always the life of the party, until him.

Your friends knew him and you got in contact with him through other friends. You two never really hung out and he never really seemed to be sincere with you, he would just act like he knew you.

Up until university you realize the distance from home and uni is alot more, you couldn't afford to wake up 5 in the morning just to travel there by 8 am so your friends set you up with hyunjin.

He rented an apartment and since he had trouble paying the rent, he decided to split it with someone. There you were moving in with him. Your room right next to his.

By this time yoh already realized he was never gonna be yours, such a pretty boy, so out of your league so you gave up trying to catch his attention. Keeping the distance and just being a good roommate to him.

He often kept the house clean and you were pretty surprised, he was heard working too, always reaching home from work shifts and studying late until he fell asleep.

You realised he cant make time to take take of himself. So with out directly telling him you would do small things for him like make breakfast and his lunch. Often taking care of his house dog kkami.

He did notice and you could tell he it got much easier for him. He started to open up to him, you would listen to him ranting on and on, he loved talking and was more extroverted than you thought he was. He would always tell you his problems.

" sometimes it's just great to have someone to tell these things about."

You too started seeing him nothing more than just a friend, and as time flew by you two were like best friends. He would hang out with you most of the time. Going on dates, planning things with you, ordering for you, anything he thinks you'll like or want he'll get it for you. Whatever he receives he saves some for you.

Suddenly you became his ideal person, his everything, and he was growing alot on you. His heart burns when hes near you and it feels so good. Just to be with you, just to have you next to him. He's lucky he gets to see you everyday.

When ever you two get in to arguments which is rare he'll immediately apologize when he realizes you're getting mad. But on days when you would lock yourself up from him he would be crushed, he didn't know why you mattered so much when you were just his roommate and someone he's never really cared for before.

Whenever you would go out for holidays, he would call you and if you don't pick up he'll be upset the rest of the day, he just misses you so much.

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This little innocent love of his turned into obsession. When you were gone he would steal you underwear and jerk off to them.

He would often 'borrow' your hoodies and never return them, only wearing it every wear and smelling you. Until the smell is gone he won't give it back to you.

He was getting alot more clingy, always asking for hugs and holding onto your arm where ever you went out. Alot of people tell you that you two make a cute couple but you would correct them.

He was just so afraid to confess his feelings for you, that you won't feel the same way about him and push him away so his only resort was this.

And soon enough you noticed it too.

You would often wonder where you new pair of underwear went or how your favorite shirt you put in the laundry just dissappear or how you lost a whole goddamn pillow.

Things from your room suddenly just went missing and no trace of them would be found, you never suspected him because he didn't seem like that type of person.

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One day you came home from work a bit early when you notice your newly bought shirt missing, you were about to ask hyunjin for it but you thought he was busy with something important so instead of harshly shouting his name, you slowly peeped through his door to see what he was busy with.

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There he was on his bed, head on the head board, sweating.

You looked down to see him rubbing your shirt against his cock, smelling it. His eyes rolling to the back of his head in immense pleasure. He was jerking off with your shirt?

" hnng- please p-please y/n"

Did you hear that right? Did he really just say your name?

His head was spinning thinking about you riding him. He has the best orgasms thinking about you. Whimpers and pants escaping from mouth. The way he sugar coats your name everytime he says it.

He was about to cum, chanting your name over and over again. Face red and sweaty.

That's when you barged in, "is that my shirt?"

He froze covering his lower half with the blanket beside him, his orgasm was pushed far away now. His was embarrassed and fearful of what you would think of him now.

" I-it's not what it seems like, y/n plea-"

" I saw everything hyunjin, no need to hide it anymore."

He was shaking at the verge of crying, you pitied the boy, dispite him being much bigger than you, he looked so small and red now. He looked so pretty

You sat on his bed facing him.

" so thats where all my underwear and shirts going?"

You said looking at the peeping shirt you lost in his drawer. That had him even more embarrassed. You sat down in the edge of the bed. Tugging the black strand of hair behind his ear taking him by surprise as he gazed up at you.

His chest and face so red at the moment, what were you trying to do?

" I never knew you liked me that way. You could've just asked me out and I would've said yes."

" but I thought maybe you don't feel the same way and you'll leave me when you find out."

" what? Leave you? Why would I leave you? I mean you're such a pretty boy who would say no to you? Wouldn't everyone want to be with you?"

" p-pretty?" he asked asked confused and embarrassed, everyone's called him manly and tough but no one's ever seen him so soft and called him pretty.

" mhmm. So do you still want to jerk off with my shirt or let me help you?" you asked breaking his daydream.

" y-you"

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His flushed red face tried to stare at you through his lust filled eyes and hooded lids trying it's best to take in what he's seeing.

You in his dick eyes rolled to the back of your head and back at him with the same expression on his face. Soft whimpers and moans leaving the both of you. Wet sloppy sounds echoing in his bedroom walls.

" mhmm."

" what are you saying? Use your words."

" k-kiss, can I please get a kiss?"

You smirked at his babyish whiny tone filled with desperation, you leaned down over him enveloping his lips into yours as he moans out so loud as you swallow them. Only stopping when you're breathless.

" S-so ahhng sweet"

" my lips?"

"mhmm, I've always wondered how they t-tasted ."

You smiled kissing the tip of his nose. Melting him with all your love, it was so overwhelming. He's been waiting to have you for such a long time. It feels so good to have you in his arms.

" what else do you think about me when I'm gone?"

" S-sometimes I think it would be great to wake up next to you every day but I wasn't even your boyfriend."

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Your hands guide his under your shirt, letting him grope your boobs.

"S-so warm"

"my boobs or my pussy?"

"both"

You leaned down on him practically hugging him softly pecking his cheeks, taking your pace up a notch. Having him moan uncontrollably almost screaming in pure pleasure.

"c-can I get kiss? P-please?"

You smirked at him from the side. Kissing him intently, swallowing his moans and whimpers.

His hands on your hip pretending to be in control when he can't keep up with your pace.

Gosh you hadn't realized how submissive he really was behind that dominating cover.

"m'gonna cum. Can I please cum?"

He asked so politely you couldn't help but agree and both of you came crashing. Both panting mess.

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[mrentrapta]

Jax definitely had a falling out with ragatha and Zooble and idk what it is but I do feel like Pomni is going to have a dispute with him. (This is not hate to jax btw)

Jax is definitely a little bit of an asshole but other than Gangle he clearly knows these mfs really well, ig he just likes to mess with people as effectively as possible but whatever.

He also wanted Ragatha to crash out btw idk why anybody got anything else from that scene he was clearly amused and messes with her all the time for that purpose. He was playing in her face that entire episode.

Also btw Gangle didn't say that she thought ragatha was a bad/fake person. Jax also did not say that. They both said that her positivity is hard to take seriously because she acts overly cheerful everyday . It's like Pomni when she 1st arrived, they are kinda annoyed in a way idk.

She isn't evil because of that. Neither of them said she was being malicious. There is a huge difference between what she's doing and manipulative behavior . It's not exactly the best behavior tho don't get me wrong.

Also, Jax is chronically online and a big ol nerd . He doesn't like slice of life anime bcs it's boring and "embarrassing" which implies that he watches other genres of anime. He also made a reference to breaking bad and to me when someone can make references like that it means they are a nerd through and through. He also acts in a very theatrical way. Like all the time, he speaks acts and moves in a very over the top fashion

And to Segway into my next point, he knows way too much about Zooble being gay + the less negative stereotypes of it(the batista and tattoo artist combo)

Jax is ALWAYS clocking Zoobles tea about them being gay, and idk maybe it's just the fact that Zooble is they/them (if their not please tell me bcs im actually getting confused about that) but it's so weird that he has so managed accurate jokes locked and loaded😭😭

"And Zooble turns straight." A funny ass joke but why does he know that Zooble is gay in the 1st place😭

Zooble only expressed disliking their body to Caine, and it is a reoccurring issue, but Gangle and ragatha don't seem like they know anything about it. So it's not like Jax knows it's because of that😭

He also says " Wait You're giving away parts now" and like idk it just seems as if he really gaf in that moment chat😭 like I swear he clearly has some kind of messed up affection for them both.

Also I would like to articulate that Zoobles problem with Jax is more about how he is as a person, but whatever tf is going on with ragatha is some deep shit. Cause Zooble stays on his NECK all the time. But ragatha is..... yoh honestly their dynamic gives me stress

Ragatha might have a uncomfortable and complicated relationship with him but Zooble certainly does NOT 😭 they don't gaf 💀

Zooble is like the only person who seems to be viewing jax from a very objective standpoint, so I have a feeling that if Pomni spends time with Zooble in the next episode she might not like Jax as much .

Zooble is actually the only person Pomni has had basically no interactions with so it's a possibility that the next episode is going to either be about Ragatha or Zooble and Pomni. Honestly I want another Zooble episode bcs they're cool as hell

It also could be an episode where we learn more about jax / his relationship with the others bcs so far the only episode Jax wasn't a main character in was episode 3 so he's clearly important.

Overall at this point I'm just wary of jax but really interested in him. He is definitely a complicated dude

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Hi, saw you were looking for request I was thinking of asa Emory with an s/o just wanted to or out of nowhere called him ace (like a cute little nickname ) how do you think he would react ? I’m thinking he might shut it down or be like BITCH WHO?!

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[send requests guys !!]

written on my phone + not proofread lolsies

TW: kidnapping, reader experiencing stockholm syndrome, mentions of torture, some physical violence towards reader, implied necrophilia / dismemberment of corpses, abuse obviously

lets face it, youre his pet. you have been for quite some time too. first you were a specimen, a pretty beetle that asa liked to poke and prod and play with. overtime, your obedience and strength intrigued him. you quickly became his favorite. as asa's favorite, you were treated more like a pet, treated softer like a tarantula rather than a lesser weevil. this led to you being given a better home. a room higher in his hotel away from the others. your room was still barred, secured, and you were chained to it, but you had room to walk and things to do. he'd occasionally bring you books or puzzles or, if you were really good, coloring pages. one day, as you sat beside your bed, the many locks and chains on your door began to jingle and shift, a sign that your captor was entering. captor, lover, owner, whatever you chose to call him based on his niceness that day. as the door began to open, you scurry on your knees to the center of the room, beside the bed and not too close to the door, but in his line of sight. he walks in and closes the door behind him, the usual routine. once in front of you, he crouches, reaching a gloved hand out to gently pat your head. he never spoke, but sometimes he permitted you to. and right now, he gave you the nod you learned was that permission. you start slow, not speaking to fast or loud or too much, and when he listens as you speak, doing whatever it is hes doing around your room, you keep going. at some point in your soft and brainless barking, you called him ace. he stiffened, and you immediately felt your lungs punch themselves in. air left you and you stayed on your knees where you were, so still you could pass as a ststue. you only call him sir and master, youre aware of that. so when you called asa something new, something so close to his name, and something so out of line with what youve established, he had to take a moment to choose how to respond.

asa turned, slow and calculated. it send a painful shiver down your spine. you felt as small as you had nearly a year ago when he had caught you. or a year and a half... or.... god, you dont know how long. he stepped slowly towards you, those familiar boots making those familiar thuds on the carpeted hotel floor. you sat, trembling, breath coming in shallow heaves as you tried to control yourself. he crouched and you stared at the floor. he didnt quite like that. the warmth of his hand would've felt like bliss had it not been covered in latex and holding your chin so tightly. he forced you to look up at him, and a low purr started in his throat. its never made sense, the purring. hes human, you think anyways, and he never purrs when youd expect it. the purring is white noise as his grip on your chin tightens. it aches your jaw, starts a dull headache almost immediately. after a few excruciating moments of anticipation for more, he throws your head to the floor and stands. without any more discussion or suffering, asa walks past you without so much as a glance. the door sounds, and yoh recognize the sound of the open and shut then the multiple locks being put back into place.

the room is silent now, as hes left to go play with another pet, and you feel your body go limp on the carpet floor. the mixture of exhaustion from the fear and the trembling from anticipation leaves your muscles throbbing with an ache youve become all too familiar with. once youve pushed down your emotions enough, once youve decided to be a good dog again, you lay at the foot of the bed on the floor and wait. and wait. and wait. you dont know what time it is, whether its day or night, how long its been. as you lay, stomach growling with hunger and body shaking with the sake anxiety youve become accustomed to feeling every moment of every day, you think back to your slip up. its walking on glass with asa, and you never know what you can and cant do or how he'll react. this time, the nickname was the issue, that was obvious. the less obvious thing was the lack of punishment. no needles or knives or chemicals or roaches or staples or rope. he just left. maybe he was building something, something that will make needles and knives look like lollipops and crayons.

as you ponder this possibility, an indefinite amount of time passes. one hour, then two, then three, then... you dont even know. you didnt know from the beginning to be fair, you were just guessing and hoping. as that time passes, you start to hear the click of the locks when they arent there. you start to hear the thud of his boots and hope that when you lift your head from the dirty carpet, your eyes will be met with the leather of them. but that doesnt happen, and it pains you that it doesnt. it takes a long time, a long time of missing asa and curling in on yourself before you realize what this is. this is the punishment. the leaving you alone. the isolation. the hope for something thats not coming. the wishing for asa to appear. this is what his punishment is. and it makes you start to miss the needles and the knives and the ropes and the roaches, because at least he was there. and at least you knew when and what would happen. you would hurt, you would suffer and you knew that. but here, in this cold room, in this silence, you had no clue what would happen to you. would he come back? would he wait a little longer? was he going to let you die here?

luckily for you, he only left you in there for 3 days longer alone. asa was calculated and controlled, but he missed the way his favorite pet behaved at times. so as much as he would have loved to let you rot in there, use your corpse for other various methods, he knew you needed to live for this all to continue. so once the time had passed and he had fed you and you begged him to stay, it was the usual routine until you fucked up again.

[gojos-fr-bae]

Okay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Shouting. Levi is kinda ooc ig, not proofread

Word Count: 821

A/N: YOH, this was kinda draining to write. idk why but recently I've not been feeling my writing, I still hope you enjoy

(Requests open)

It had been almost an entire month since Levi did so much as speak to you. He had been cooped up in his office doing God knows what and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Everytime you would bring for him a meal or cup of tea he wouldn’t even bother to look up from his work and you were sick of it.

“Levi, honey please, take even a small break.” you said in worry. No response.

“Levi, please stop ignoring me. I’m worried about you. You barely eat, you haven’t been sleeping and you’ve been completely ignoring me. Enough is enough.”

He was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t you just leave him be?

“Please Y/N, let me just do my work, you're only distracting me.” he said coldly, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

“Sweety, this isn’t healthy, It wouldn’t hurt to even take one break.”

“Y/N I beg of you-”

“No Levi, I’m not going to take no for an answer”

“Y/N ju-”

“No, I won’t allow you to sit here and watch you push yourself to the edge!”

“Stop interrup-”

“Levi I’m just trying to care for you and you but-”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, SHUT UP YOU INSOLENT BITCH!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table.

“I AM TRYING TO DO MY JOB! THE JOB THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LIVE SO COMFORTABLY!  SO PLEASE JUST DO ME AND FAVOUR AND ALLOW ME TO DO MY WORK IN PEACE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I’LL REGRET. I ALREADY REGRET YOU, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!?!”

Regret.

He regrets you huh? Well that fucking stings.

You could tell from his face that what he said just dawned on him and he was beginning to regret it. But then again, he also regrets you so what does it matter?

You stormed out of his office and made a beeline to your room. The one you shared with Levi in which you shared so many fond memories with. You no longer cared though, rushing to your bed and burying yourself in your blanket before releasing the floodgates. And so you cried, and cried and cried. 

Completely and utterly helpless.

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He fucked up. He completely and undoubtedly fucked up. He knew that, and he was freaking out. But, rather than going after you and risking snapping at you. He just sat back down and went back to burying himself neck deep in his work, trying to block out the negative thoughts running rampant through his mind. But he couldn’t push the thoughts away forever. He was going crazy thinking about what happened and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He rushed off to your shared room and took a few calming breaths before entering. He made his way to your bedroom (ik I called it a room but it’s more like a mini house. Allow it.)

He stared at your disgruntled figure. Your face was just barely visible from under the blanket and he looked into your swollen eyes. He was so guilty he felt like he would throw up. He climbed onto the bed, getting under the sheets and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against him.

“Y/N?” he whispered into your neck, but you just ignored him. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Sweetheart, I apologise…I lost myself and said things that I didn’t mean and I am truly sorry for that.” 

“I thought you regretted me..” you replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Darling, I didn’t mean a word of what I said. You are the light of my life, the reason I wake up each morning. It saddens me to think that I made you believe otherwise. I promise that if you give me a chance, I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

You heard what he was saying, and as much as what he said hurt, you still loved him more than anything. You didn’t want to let go, not just yet.

“Will we be okay?” Levi questioned, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Are you really sorry?”

“Deeply”

“Then yeah…we’ll be okay.”

“Thank you darling.”

“Uh huh” you said, turning to face him, “But if you making it up to me isn’t you saying sorry one thousand times, I love you four thousand times, and dinner, then I’m sorry but this won’t work. I also want flowers, breakfast in bed, and you have to do whatever I say for a month. Oh, and infinite kisses.”

“You’re really going to milk this aren’t you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you’ll do anything.” “And I will.”

“Good” you replied, smiling brightly and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Woman, you will be the death of me” he said before pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

You’ll be okay

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I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

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Rewatching My Personal Weatherman

So...I'm depressed and still in a watching rut, so I decided to start rewatching My Personal Weatherman because someone commented on a TT I made about it over a year ago and anyway... I watched the first 2 episodes today, and it was probably the first time in a year that I've watched the show.

It's always interesting to go back and watch something after a long time. You generally can't remember every aspect of the show you watched, and your perspective will always change as you grow. So much of what I kind of connected with in my first (and second and third) watches, was being frustrated with Yoh for not speaking. We follow so much of the show from his perspective, we're privy to his thoughts, we know how he feels about Mizuki, but he won't fucking say it. And even when he says something, he doesn't say EVERYTHING, he kind of defaults it to their physical relationship. He dumps those sheets on Mizuki, basically saying I would like to have sex with you more, but holds back all of the emotional. And as the viewer I'm practically screaming "You dumb idiot, can't you tell Mizuki is head over heels for you and has been this whole fucking time?'

And that's still true. But, at the time a lot of my feelings about the show were kind of based around theoretically what I would do. I identified with Yoh more easily because I fall into the same position as him within the D/s dynamic. So in a 'if it were me situation' I would always be Yoh, not Mizuki. And there were moments of the show that truly shocked me. One being the moment in episode 5 where Yoh throws the pillow at Mizuki, which is the moment that I was reminded of making me do this rewatch. But watching the first two episodes...I'm not necessarily seeing it more from Mizuki's perspective, but I'm kind of giving more attention to him and his behavior. And I'm still as frustrated, because they are both idiots in love, but part of me feels like Mizuki is almost more to blame. Well, not necessarily to blame, but perhaps a smidge more responsible.

There's a thesis worth of threads and thoughts that lead here, but to try and condense it: by virtue of their predispositions (ie inherent dominance or submission) and the societal norm through which they were socialized, it is Mizuki's responsibility to lead. Because he's older, he sets the tone for everything, especially in their early relationship. As things progress and they fully fall into this organic dynamic, things flip into what is natural for the dynamic, meaning that Yoh as the submissive is the one truly in control. It's why Mizuki makes that dumbass rule of only fucking before a sunny day, because YOH has concerns. When you watch the two dinners in episode one, the first, because of the asinine rule, Mizuki and Yoh both know it's not going to become something, Mizuki makes no overtures. In the second, everything about Mizuki's demeanor is anticipatory. Today is a day where it's okay, he doesn't have to rein himself in. In episode two, when he comes home to find Yoh drunk, he pushes his boundaries, tests them, but at the end of it all respects what ever boundary is set, regardless of how frustrated he is.

Because Mizuki doesn't make his expectations clearly known or understood, he basically speaks in half-sentences, and so no matter how attentive and attuned Yoh is to his desires and quirks, he simply doesn't have all the information to "suss out' what Mizuki really thinks or feels. And so in the end both are dissatisfied, but neither want to 1. be the first to say it, but 2. risk voicing that dissatisfaction and have it result in the relationship ending. They're both determined to be happy with whatever they can get, when we know that both are willing to give everything.

IDK, does this ramble even make sense? Maybe not. But whatever.

[universaln0b0dy]

A dozen roses. (Twisted wonderland first years x reader

《Characters》 Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek

《Summary》: You and him had a fight. For whatever reason and the other would only be forgiven if they would be brought a dozen Roses, handpicked.

《Note》: This was requested by @cyn-write , it's the second part to the housewarden one! Hope you enjoy! established relationship. Also romance. (And maybe it's a bit ooc)

Ace Trappola:

Ace could be a bit of an asshole and not just a slight bit, sometimes his whole personality seemed to just exist to make him an asshole and that's exactly what you said after he dared to pull a prank on you that got all your clothes wet and your homework ruined.

He even had the nerve to laugh when other students started to point at you and whisper, telling you that you should calm down, but you simply walked out of the room telling him that he shouldn't talk to you unless he brought you a dozen of Rose's and slammed the door shut.

To say Ace was baffled was an understatement, he was shocked and littarly sat through the whole history lesson mouth open, trying to process just what had happened.

During lunchtime you refused to sit on his table, rather sitting down with Floyd instead. Ace was baffled and Deuce confused.

"Did you two break up or something?" Deuce asks worried, but Ace shakes his head, explaining to Deuce what had happened.

Deuce sighs. "Well Ace, you have a mission!" Deuce jokingly says, watching Aces fall...

Its officially been a week and Ace hasn't brought you any flowers, not even a single one. You sigh, maybe you should have looked over that prank like you always did. You sigh, leaning back hearing a knock on the Ramshackle door. You walk towards it and open it, only to see Ace hold a bouquet of flowers into your face.

"I really want to apologise prefect. I really behaved like an ass the past few weeks, I hope you can forgive me." Ace mutters and you smile prying the flowers out of his grasp.

"Thank you, I really appreciate your apology!" Yoh mutter giving Ace a kiss on his cheek.

Deuce Spade:

You messed up big time. You knew that Deuce was sensitive about his past and you still teased him about it. Maybe Deuce wouldn't have reacted that way if he hadn't been stressed out before by Riddle, but well it was your fault and blaming someone else would not help you or Deuce.

You sigh starting to walk around NRC thinking about what to do as an apology, since you didn't want to just say: "hey I apologise for teasing you that day!" No that didn't feel right nor correct, Deuce deserved a very good and nice apology.

Deuce on the other hand was thinking about everything being his fault, he walked up and dow the dorm, annoying Ace. Deuce wanted to be a top student and a better person than he was in middle school and the first thing he did was snap at you.

He looked at Ace suddenly grabbing both of his shoulders and shaking him. "ACE, HOW DO YOU APOLOGISE TO YOUR PARTNER?"

Its officially been a week and both of you had been spending time to prepare the perfect apology, anxiously asking yourself if the other would not like the apology and in the worst case scenario break up!

You decide to catch Deuce on his way to class and he planned the same time and as the both of you came to a halt in front of eachother both of you yelled: "I AM SORRY!" And held out the Rose's to the other.

You look at Deuce in confusion. "What are you sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong!" You mutter while Deuce sighs.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you..." He muttered his shoulders slumping. You place your hand on his cheek with a soft smile, causing him to look up at you.

"No Deuce, you haven't done anything wrong! You had every right to snap, I shouldn't have teased you the way I did." You exclaim and Deuce started to chuckle, the flowers pointing towards the floor.

"Ace was right, we both are truly over complicating things!"

Jack Howl:

You felt horrible. You shouldn't have annoyed Jack, causing him to loose focus during training, having him end up in the infirmary. You felt really horrible, he wouldn't be able to take part in the game he had trained for so long all because you had to come annoy him.

You sigh, sitting in Ramshackle looking around to find ideas that would help apologise but no avail and you really didn't want to go to him without a proper apology.

Jack on the other hand was a bit confused on why you didn't come visit until he remembered you were you. He knew you would beat yourself up over everything thinking that everything was your fault and he was angry.

Well he was angry but not at you, the other student had send a disk flying his way that knocked him out almost, that was against the rules!

He was bed bound for now and he really wanted to see you. He watched the clock, asking himself just how long it would take you to talk to him.

It was now the end of the week and Jack hasn't been able to talk to you. He was allowed out of the infirmary a while ago and had been actively trying to search for you, but you were for some reason avoiding him.

He was sad and his ears and tail pointed downwards, his whole demeanor showing that he really felt sad. Until he sees you running towards him with a bunch of flowers, your hands slightly bruised from picking them.

"I am really sorry Jack! I shouldn't have come to the training and-and now you can't take part in the game you trained really hard for...." You can't continue because Jack had already started to hug you, his tail waving around.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, the other student shouldn't have thrown the disk that hard."

Epel Felmier:

Vil looked af Epel in confusion, usually the lavender haired male would complain about everything, but Epel just sat there with empty eyes, lost in thought.

Rook chimes in with a shocked face. "You have problems with monsior/mademoiselle trickster?" Vil sighs, that explained quite a lot, of course only his partner could make Epel look so sad.

Epel didn't want to be the bigger person! You and him had thought about the fact he got into a fight for you and you were mad at him for that, after all he could have gotten seriously injured. But what did you take him for? Some fragile flower?

He sighed, now he realized that he was in the wrong. You didn't even once say that he was weak, or frail. No, you were genuinely worried because he fought so recklessly.

Epel thought about how to apologise, remembering what his grandmother once told him: "The best apology I was ever given was when my husband brought me a dozen of handpicked roses. Picking flowers, especially taking the time to pick many of them is something everyone should appreciate!"

Epel nodded, he knew now how to apologise to you. With a dozen of handpicked roses, it wouldn't even matter if he pricked his hands, because he could handle a few scratches.

A week later you heard a knock on the Ramshackle door and you littarly run towards it, managing to trip and fall flat onto the floor, before standing up again and running towards the door.

Opening it you see Epel, holding flowers in his hands. Je scratched his neck akwardly before looking at you.

"I wanted to apologise for being so rude that day, I shouldn't have acted that way!" He mutters and holds the flowers out towards you. You take said flowers with a smile.

"I also wanted to say sorry, Epel. I completely forgot to thank you!"

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek was sad and everyone could tell. He had gotten into a fight with you about his devotion for Malleus, simply because you told him that he could leave him alone for a few minutes.

After that Sebek said some stuff that he couldn't take back, like calling you a weak and useless human. He felt horrible, especially after seeing the way you had looked at him, tears in your eyes, before running away from him.

Lillia noticed Sebeks mood immediately, the fae having known the boy for a long time. Like the father he was hs asked what was wrong trying his best to comfort Sebek, who was trying his best not to cry.

Lillia hadn't seen him like that often and the way Sebek looked right now, full with anxiety of accidentally ended the relationship he felt his heart throb.

Sebek had been so happy about getting together with you that he even turned his volume down once in a while, or talked about something other when Malleus. Lillia was set on helping Sebek apologise....

Its been a week and you still hadn't heard anything from Sebek. You had kinda hoped he would apologise to what he said, but maybe he didn't even care.

You sigh letting yourself plop into the grass before noticing someone walking towards you. It's Sebek!

"I really apologise for what I have said last week human. You aren't useless nor weak! You are someone that needs to be respected!" He loudly says and you smile taking the flowers, hugging Sebek out of the blue.

"Thank you and I apologise for getting frustrated. I know how important Malleus is to your country and you. So continue to do your best protecting him!"

(Finished! I hope you will enjoy this!)

[pinkiepie20000]

Tje amount of men I see on this app making Arlecchino into their submissive waifu or whatever is genuinely baffling like PLEASE look at this woman and tell me she's not a lesbian. I'm SICK and TIRED 💔‼️‼️

Arlecchino kisses women end of discussion 🫶

you are literally so right 😔😔 nit only does she kiss women, she kisses ME. that woman looks like she makes the look of disappointment that your mom gives you in the store after yoh start actin up. like how can anyone look at her and go "heh.. yeah.. that's my little soft uwu waifu rught there 🤓!" like does she not kill people... is she not called insane by other harbingers.... like wdym "she definitely gives the best head!" if she were to give you head it'd be the decapitated head of your grandpa?? like im SICK and TIRED. of seeinv people mischaracterize EVERY SINGLE ONE of the female characters in ANY anime, game, or literally anything?? like raiden, even if she does pull a swordnout from her tits, i still think its pretty weird people call her booba sword like SHUT UPPPP your parents DONT love you AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!! like her lore is something i love considering how it is and the fact people ignore the fact the raiden ei hadn't seen the world jn over 500 years, so obviously everything is going to be different, so of course she'd be oblivious to the current world, they make her seem like some clueless waifu or some shit, and i hate the word waifu because of these people, like why not just say wife? do you have to say waifu? do you have to be weird? theres so many characters they always water down and i dont get why?

like eula, she's a genuine knight, she technically kills people, and she has a deep history with her familys past, so i just wished people would focus on what the characters good traits are, like not their boobs, ass, thighs, or basically all of that, j wish they could focus on how her childhood was and how it lead her to be the way she is now? people hate her because of her family

and shenhe too, she's actually really good lore wise. i think the fact the only thing holding her back from slaughtering someone are those red ropes is really cool, and the fact her dad treated her like that and how he thought she was curse or something, but NOOOOOO. FAN SERVICE. it ruins everything.

i could go on abt this and i WILL.

not only them, lisa too, the fact her vision is fake and she doesn't even get to live her full life is cool? like wtf?

CLORINIDE OR WTV. isnt she like a cop or smt idk but either way its crazy how she actually does a lot of near death shit and people still think she's not who she is

nit only is that an issue with women, its an issue with men too.

most of the time its ALWAYS. sterotypes, like big men, they get turned into these big, possessive, sex hungry dudes when in reality its fucking NEUVILLETTE. like no he wouldn't make you ride it till gr back breaks hed braid yr hair or some shit then go talk with melusines or wtv? same with wriothesley, hes a cool guy, he owns a prison and hes nice to the prisoners

i sound like a fucking nerd rn wtf

[heretherebedork]

Curious to know your feels about the 1000 Years Old finale. You didn't post much about it. Maybe that's a commentary in and of itself LOL.

Part of the answer is that I struggle with watching things out of my usual schedule and had a very busy weekend so I'm just getting around to actually watching the finale episode after knowing all kinds of spoilers. I am actively writing this response as I watch the episode. So enjoy my live thoughts on your ask.

And, so far, my entire reaction is that they crammed way too much here in the end. They needed to spread this out more than they did and I get parts of it, I like having the soulmates reveal only at the very end...

But there's a lot of plot and seriousness that they just didn't touch on enough and that I think including in the rest of the show would have improved it greatly as well as helping with the pacing struggling most people had.

If more of the Janja plot had been genuinely spread through the show and more of these serious moments and the understanding of their agreement and relationship had started earlier I might care more about this. But I don't care about Janja at all! I just don't! I wasn't given reasons to care until the very end and that's not enough for me.

Also, having Yoh not fight for any of it really did disappoint me but the director of this show, as seen in multiple other shows they've done, seems to have a thing for one very passive character in the main relationship who will just Allow Things To Happen To Them without ever fighting back. And I never like that, frankly.

Yes, they dropped a few hints here and there but it just isn't enough to tie it all together in this show itself.

It's not a bad finale, it's not the worst, but the end of the show feels so rushed compared to the rest and us not getting all the fluffy times together only to be shown a single scene at the end of a long happy life instead of the time together that I want to see.

I like domesticity, not the end of domesticity.

I get why people liked this ending. I see how people who rewatch things, especially, will enjoy the recontextualization of the show.

But for me? It made everything feel rushed and the rest of the show feel almost empty and slightly worse in comparison. Either we needed more plot or less episodes for this to work.

(Every time I see Somchai I am sad we did not get Somchai and Shin. Every single time. Come on. You crammed this much into the final episode, you could have given me more of them somewhere else!)

Also, I love his random bodyguards, whoever they are. Love them.

Also, this year long time skip is stupid.

Seriously, I am deeply frustrated by Yoh literally finding out they're soulmates and then just... completely abandoning Pun and leaving entirely. It's not interesting to see him just give up and it makes him the most passive character ever. Which we also had in I Will Knock You and, frankly, in 2gether. That's just The Style.

JANJA LITERALLY TOLD YOH SHE WAS GIVING HIM PUN BECAUSE PUN WILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE. Whatever, at least the confession and whole thing is done and now they can be soulmates together.

9 minutes of happy ending is not enough. Absolutely not enough. Yes, it was cute. Yes, it was a happy ending. But it's just not enough and it leaves me wanting more and wishing that the show were paced differently.

(Still sad we couldn't get any more Somchai and Shin, we deserved more.)

Edit Okay, I didn't mention this originally but I actually hate that the soulmate/reincarnation line takes away the power of Yoh's gift to Pun being his first birthday present. It really bothers me because that moment was one of the my favorite moments and the finale just made it not matter at all and turned it into something much less important and takes away a lot of the importance away of Pun wearing the cross and it BOTHERS ME A LOT.

[cepheusgalaxy]

Do you ever get like. Anger impostor syndrome. "Should I really be angry?" "Am I being irrational?" "But doesn't the other side make sense?" "Are you REALLY sure you have the right to be angry if so and so and whatever" and honestly, sometimes this questioning is helpful, I'll give yoh that. Reevaluating your beliefs every now and then is good for you. It's worth a shot, I tell you.

But other times it's just. We've rehearsed this dude. We've already thought this over multiple times and reached the same conclusion over and over again. Can we not.

[27vampyresinhermind]

What if the first curry Yoh made was a pork curry and that’s why Segasaki got disappointed when he asked for curry and Yoh made a seafood one because all he said was that he wanted curry for dinner? Like, he wants Yoh to make him the thing that made him fall in love with him and to him, that’s the most important curry. But Yoh doesn’t know that so he just makes curry out of whatever they have or whatever the store has and then gets (rightly) upset when Segasaki is disappointed that it’s not pork curry.

The baby is bad at communication dude!! You gotta spell it out for him, and then say it real slow, and then maybe use some pictures and diagrams to really drive the point home. Baby Yoh can and will dodge your brick of feelings because all he sees is a brick.

[singlenessofaim]

So how does the Super Jrs manage to get better and better?

You had the straight brawling style of Connors versus Robbie X. The amateur wrestling class that was Fujita versus KUSHIDA. The triumph of technique between Titan and Ishimori. The insanity of El Desperado and MAO's match. And...whatever Taguchi and YOH's match was supposed to be. 🤭

This really summed up what I love about NJPW. The fact that you can go all over the place with styles and tone...sometimes in the same match....and it still somehow makes sense and holds together. That it isn't just any one thing. It's a whole bunch of things mixed together to enjoy.

Honestly, I prefer that so much. This is why I cringe at the idea of wrestlers having to learn a particular "company style". It's far more interesting to have this kind of variety.

Are there some things you see in a lot of New Japan matches? Oh sure, certain motifs show up. But honestly though, I do prefer that the wrestlers are able to put their own stamp on their matches even within certain frameworks.