#you aren’t accountable if you genuinely didn’t know about any of these things or did try and speak out about them

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

like, genuinely. taking accountability for your actions in perpetuation of abuse and rape culture is the first step to changing that culture. it doesn’t make you a bad person just because you did a bad thing (unless you were intentionally trying to cause harm) but you have to admit you are not immune to accidentally supporting the bad thing and take accountability for that. if you supported george's statements on sexual harassment, or dream's sexual jokes towards minors, or sapnap getting paid money to stream on a platform which openly harbours rapists and sex abusers, you've been a part of keeping the environment that makes it hard for victims to have come out. if you started believing in anti-victim sentiments and harassed other abuse victims for talking about how it made them uncomfortable, you’ve supported this environment. if you assumed anyone uncomfortable with your streamer or trying to talk out against them was inherently lying solely because it was your streamer, you helped support an enviroment that fostered abusers.

and that sounds harsh, and I’m sorry. but it’s true. and to a degree, I think everyone in this community has done that with people at one point in their lives. it's very easy to be manipulated, but it’s also very easy to be wilfully blind, and that’s not something irredeemable or a permanent stain. you can change, but you need to identify in yourself what caused you to act like that and make a conscious change. it’s healthier for you and it’s healthier for the environment. if we want to avoid this in the future, we need to be proactive in calling out actual potentially harmful behaviour, even if it’s from someone you like. or we will continue to harbour mass amount of abusers.

most content creators are not abusers. most, to be honest, are awkward introverted nerds with social anxiety. at least, that’s what i've got from the ones my brother knows (and that includes some big ccs). but while they’re a huge part of it bc being in front of a camera instead of people is a huge draw, there’s another draw that attracts a less savoury crowd- and that’s the position of power. and unless you’re willing to listen and be kind to genuine, serious criticism of harmful actions, and ccs are willing to do the same, abuse and sexual assault WILL continue to be normalised in these spaces. it is not your sole responsibility, but it IS a responsibility to make sure to avoid that now you know the possibilities aggressively attacking any criticism can hide. caiti had to deal with people with her abusers face threaten her for speaking negatively towards him. do not let that happen again.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairings: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: BEWARE: LONG SMUT. GO TOUCH GRASS, SLUTS. Love y'all. -Jazz

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER FOUR

After some much-needed encouragement and a drink of water, Mina walks you back downstairs to meet with Kiri and Bakugou. 

It’s more like the walk of shame as you travel downstairs, becoming hyperaware of how quiet it is now. Once you’re in the living room, you find that the movie is paused. Kiri and Bakugou sit on the couch you once occupied, their eyes are trained on you as you stand in front of them. 

Mina sneaks a hand behind your back, rubbing it gently. “Speak your mind, babe,” she whispers encouragingly. “You have nothing to be ashamed about.” She then clears her throat, smiling at the couple. “What’s up?” 

Bakugou and Kiri aren’t smiling, their expressions quite serious as they make room for you. “Sit down with us,” Bakugou orders though his tone is softer than usual. Mina takes your hand and leads you over to sit with them in the same order you were in before–you and her in the middle, Kiri and Bakugou on either end of the couch. 

Kiri fixes both of you with his ruby eyes, making your stomach jump. “Now be real with us,” he gently says. “Are we making you uncomfortable?” Mina shakes her head. “Not at all,” she answers, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad to be here with you all.” 

“What about you?” Bakugou asks, ticking his intense gaze over to you. Now that everyone’s eyes are on you and you’re facing your issues headon, you find yourself unable to look at any of them. Instead, your stare at your hands. “I feel the same way, but…” You trail off, gnawing at your bottom lip. 

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” Kiri asks worriedly. “Did I go too far earlier?” 

“No, no!” you hurriedly protest. “It’s just…it’s me feeling awkward.” You sign exhaustedly, finally getting the courage to look both men in the eyes. “You guys have been amazing to me, but this is just very new to me and I’m trying to not feel so…weird.” 

Kiri puts a hand on yours, squeezing it gently. “You know, this is new for us too,” he soothes,  “but we couldn’t feel as comfortable acting like this around you if we didn’t feel like we knew you or liked you so much. You know that, right?” 

His words coax a smile out of you, glad to know the feeling is mutual. “We want you to be comfortable, babe,” he continues, “and we’re more than happy to just watch movies and cuddle if you’re not comfortable being sexual.” You can tell his words are genuine and that makes you feel even worse. 

You squeeze Kiri’s hand back, the heat of embarrassment rising in your face. “But…but you all went through so much trouble and–“ 

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou growls, rendering you speechless. He glares daggers at you from across the couch. “Tonight wasn’t about the fuckin’ sex. It’s about us being together finally after all that flirting and tease shit. We’d do all of this again for you, whether you like it or not, dumbass.” You flush at the sweet, considerate words, especially since they’re coming from Bakugou. 

“He’s right, y’know.” Kiri presses his thigh against yours. “We wouldn’t have agreed to this if we weren’t crazy about you as well as Mina. You’re all we could think about since we met at the reunion.” 

You blink at Kiri then stare at Bakugou. “Really?” you exhale. 

Mina giggles from beside you, nudging you with her elbow. “I told you,” she sing-songs. That she did, but you hear it come from Kiri’s own mouth and be clarified by Bakugou’s intense stare makes it feel real. Knowing that the two of them care so much about you and Mina’s safety and comfort washes all of your fears and insecurities away. All you want now is to be with them tonight. 

Kiri grins sweetly at you. “So it’s your call, sweetie. Anything you decide, we’ll be happy with.” He releases your hand, leaving it feeling empty without him. “So what you want? To watch the rest of the movie? More cheesecake?” 

“I want to kiss you.” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. But now that they’re out, you can’t and won’t take them back. And you don’t want to. You’ve been studying Kiri’s lips all night now, wondering how they would taste and feel against yours. “Is that okay?” you shyly ask. 

The redhead blinks at you, not expecting that at all, and his cheeks flush a light pink that makes him even more attractive to you. A big, bright grin stretches across his mouth as you take his hands in his again. “Baby, that’s more than okay!” he replies, laughing in joy. “I’ve been imagining what your lips tasted like for weeks now.” 

Feeling bold by the pet name and knowing his mutual feelings, you slowly lean in and press your lips to his. Your eyes flutter closed, falling into the bliss of the small, innocent touch of his lips against yours. The kiss is just that at first–innocent. Just getting to know his mouth against yours, relishing the prickle of his stubble against your face and how soft his lips are. 

Then it gets a little more heated when Kiri runs his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access. You grant it to him, opening your mouth to let him explore your mouth. You practically moaned at the sweet taste of cheesecake and wine on his tongue as it swirls with yours, the kiss quickly becoming wet and less than innocent. His hands find your hips and your lower back, stroking and teasing you there while yours grasp his forearms, finally feeling up those muscles. 

He softly moans into the kiss, pulling away to stare at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, you taste good,” he whispers breathlessly. “Like wine.” You want to agree, but your head is too clouded by the intoxicating kiss to do so. 

His ruby eyes glance behind you and he grins. “Hey, look at those two.” He juts his chin at the couple currently making out next to you. You find yourself watching, liking how Mina cups Bakugou’s face in her hands while Bakugou’s hands ran up and down her hips and legs, his lips moving greedily against hers. “Was she needin’ some attention to, Bakugou?” Kiri chuckles. 

Bakugou pulls away from Mina, a string of saliva slightly shining between their lips. “Brat wouldn’t stop squirming her ass around in her seat,” he growls at Kiri. “Plus, you were hogging Y/N for too long.” 

“Whoops!” Kiri laughs. Guess that slipped my mind.” He pecks your cheek, nodding at the grumpy blonde who currently has his eyes set on you. “Why don’t you show Bakugou how good of a kisser you are, hm? Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of your girl.” 

The idea of switching from him to Bakugou and watching Mina at the same time arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “I know you will,” you whisper against Kiri’s lips, pecking them. 

You and Mina don’t have to move a muscle. Instead, Kiri and Bakugou switch places, and once Bakugou is next to you, he can’t keep his hands off you. “’Bout time to finally stopped playin’ and let me taste you,” he whispers before his lips are on yours. 

His kiss is slightly rougher and more demanding than Kiri’s who was gentle and curious yet wanting to give you everything you wanted. Bakugou demands your pleasure, his tongue pushing into your mouth to explore yours, barely allowing you to come up for air. 

You moan into the kiss as his hands circle around your back to cup your ass, bringing you closer to him until you’re nearly sitting on top of him. Your hands fall to his arms, your fingers running over his impressive forearms before moving to his broad chest. Feeling the hard planes of muscle under your hands dampens your panties that feel uncomfortable to you now. 

It only gets worse when Bakugou pulls away from the searing kiss by gently pulling on your bottom lip. You softly moan as he does, earning a chuckle from him as your lip lightly pops back into place. “Oh…you like that,” he hums, pleased with your reactions. His vermillion eyes darken, lust deep in his irises. “Now I wanna see you kiss each other.” 

He nods at Mina who has just ended her makeout session with Kiri who has her lip gloss all over his face. “That can be arranged,” she purrs, giving Bakugou a wink. Slowly, she turns to you and you do the same, the both of you facing each other now. “I love you,” she whispers before her lips are on yours. 

Her lips dance against yours, tongue swirling with yours and emitting soft moans of pleasure from the both of you. “I love you, too,” you coo to her between the kiss. “And I love this.” The way Mina’s lip gloss makes your kiss sticky turns you on more, as does the feeling of Bakugou and Kiri’s eyes on you. Soon, you’re gushing all in your panties. 

“Cut that shit off,” Bakugou snaps. “I wanna watch the movie right here.” You totally forgot that the movie was still on. “Say no more,” Kiri chuckles, the couch shifting as he moves to get the remote. Once the sounds of the TV are cut off, all you can hear are your and Mina’s soft moans and the sound of your lips moving together. 

“Can we finally see what’s underneath these dresses too?” Kiri cheekily asks, his fingers toying at the hem of your dress. “I don’t think my cock can take much more of this teasin’ shit.” Bakugou groans in anguish. “You ain’t kiddin’.” 

Mina pulls away and stares at you, silently wondering if it’s okay. You turn to the boys and give them a nod, burning with anticipation. Bakugou and Kiri both pull up the hem of your dresses over your waists, finally revealing what lies underneath. “Oh, my God,” Kiri groans at the same time as Bakugou hisses out, “Shit!” at the sight of your asses in two thongs that make your cheeks look plumper and appetizing to the men gawking at them.

“You like?” Mina giggles, wiggling her ass around. “Had to force this one to put these on.” Her hand grazes across your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

Bakugou is incredibly interested in your ass, moving closer to get a better look. “Tried to act like you ain’t want this and yet, lookie here,” he grunts. His hand trails down your ass between your thighs, earning a small gasp in response. “And you’re wet,” he chuckles. “You’re a fuckin’ mess, babe.” 

His index and middle fingers press against your panty line, stroking you through the dampened cloth. You clench your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. “K-Katsuki,” you whimper, biting your lower lip at the wonderful feeling of his fingers stroking you. 

Kiri is like a hawk on your other side, looming over you with all the hunger of a predator. “I wanna taste how much of a mess she is,” he purrs before looking at Mina for the go. “Do you mind?” Mina laughs in response. “Hell no!” she guffaws. “But only if you give me the same treatment later.” 

She gives Kiri a wink and he sends one right back before moving onto his knees behind you. You flush at the fact that your ass is right in his face now, but your embarrassment is quickly overcome with need when you feel his hands trail down your sides. He travels all the way to your ass where he proceeds to move your panties to the side, revealing your soaking wet pussy. 

“Fuck, baby!” he gasps, not believing his eyes. “You have the prettiest lil’ pussy I’ve ever seen…well, next to Mina’s.” Beside you, Mina giggles before Kiri decides to dive right into your cunt, starting with soft suckles on your clit before moving on to long laps of his tongue. 

A low moan leaves your lips as your head falls onto the back of the couch. “Kiri,” you moan. “Please…keep going.” Your entire body begins to relax the more Kiri eats you out, his tongue and lips doing wonders along your clit. He is so attentive and careful yet he doesn’t hold back either. He listens to your body and pays close attention to how you react to each roll of his tongue or suckle of his lips. 

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, only hearing Bakugou and Mina’s voices beside you: “Greedy fucker,” Bakugou cackles. “You want the same attention, brat? Ask nicely.” 

You can tell he’s talking to Mina, and probably touching her too by how breathless her voice sounds. “Please, ‘Suki,” she whimpers pitifully. “Taste me too.” When you hear her moan loudly from beside you, you turn to her, wanting to watch the erotic scene in front of you: Bakugou is right behind Mina on his knees too, his hands spreading her thighs apart as he laps at her pussy. 

Mina is a moaning, writhing mess, her back arched and tits spilling out of her dress. Her eyes are closed, black lashes fanning across her cheeks, and her plump lips are parted as each unabashed moan passes her lips. You’ve never seen her look so pretty. 

Bakugou stares up at her with hooded, crimson eyes, drinking her in. “Just like old times, right?” he growls through each stroke of his tongue. “You taste so much better though now.” 

Kiri moves away from your count to spank you, his hand colliding with your asscheek causing you to let out a choked moan. “And these asses!” he exclaims loudly, humming in delight at the way your ass jiggles from the impact of his hand. “I can’t get enough of ‘em.” 

He reaches over to give Mina the same treatment, giving her ass, taught from years of training, a hard spank. A loud moan leaves Mina’s mouth, bouncing off the mansion walls. Bakugou pulls away from her pussy to laugh at her, eyes gleaming mischeviously. “Look at her arching that back after one spank. Such a little slut, aren’t you, Mina?” 

Mina whimpers in response, instinctively pushing back into him so he can continue. But Bakugou smacks her hard on the ass. “Tell me you are, or I’ll stop,” he growls. Mina whines pitifully, gripping the back of the couch. “Please don’t!” she begs in desperation. “I-I’m a little slut!” 

You’ve never seen your girlfriend so needy like this. So submissive. So slutty. It turns you on more than words can describe. Bakugou, too, because he immediately goes back to slurping up her pussy and making her whine like a cat. 

Kiri’s hands squeezing your ass brings your attention back to him. “See how good your girlfriend is for Katsuki, Y/N?” he coos. “I bet you know how good she is, don’t you?” 

‘Yes,’ you think immediately, watching as Mina grinds her ass back into Bakugou’s mouth. ‘Yes, I do.’ 

Kiri presses a kiss to your clit, making you jump slightly. “You’re a good girl for me, too. Just look at how pretty this clit is.” He then proceeds to suck at your clit and swirl his tongue around your pussy hole, making you see stars. “Fuck, Kiri!” you shout, toes curling into the couch. 

You’re shocked by how quickly you reach your peak for your first orgasm, but combined with Kiri’s magical mouth, Mina’s moans, and the sound of Bakugou eating her pussy, of course, you’re close to nutting. Kiri moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your ass more. “I wanna make you cum,” he exhales, his hot breath making your clit twitch. “Is that okay?” 

“Uh-uh!” Bakugou suddenly growls. You turn to him, finding his lips shining with saliva and Mina’s juices. “No, the fuck you’re not! I get first dibs on everything.” Kiri glares at him, irked. “Says who?” 

Bakugou glares back at him, just as intimidating. “Says me. You’re not the one running shit around here; I am.” 

Kiri scoffs at his boyfriend, rolling his eyes. “Only because of your God complex.” Steam practically shoots out of Bakugou’s ears, but before he can bite Kiri’s head off, Mina stops them. “Hey, are you two gonna fight or make us cum?” she impatiently asks. “I’m dying over here!” 

You can’t help but giggle at them, though your pussy is aching for release as well. Kiri defeatedly leaves you, pinching Bakugou’s cheek as he does. “Fine, Mr. Bossy. Get your ass over here. But you’d better make her cum her pretty brains out.” 

A playful fire ignites behind Bakugou’s eyes as he switches places with Kiri. “And you’d better do the same to pinkie…or I’ll do ‘em both.” Their competitiveness makes you even hotter, especially when it’s directed toward making you and Mina feel good. Bakugou ducks down in front of you and spreads your thighs apart. “Wow, babe,” he coos raspily. “You’re so, so pretty. Your aftershave smells good too.” He cheekily grins up at you. “Coconuts, huh?” 

You kick at him, hating how he loves to tease you. “Shut up,” you whimper as he cackles. He then drags a finger along your pussy lips, making you quiver. “Such a pretty pussy deserves some extra attention. Don’t squirm too much, yeah?” 

Before you can respond, the man is diving into the wet depths of your pussy. And damn, is it hard not to squirm. Unlike Kiri, he isn’t as gentle or careful–he is rougher and hungrier, his tongue flicking in the right places and being completely merciless with every lash on your clit. How is it that both of these fools are so good at eating pussy? 

Bakugou has an iron grip on your hips, keeping you still despite yearning to grind into him. He makes you take all of it. “Oh, my God!” you gasp as if seeing the Heavenly Father himself. 

“Fuck, Eji!” Mina moans from beside you. “S-so…so good!” You turn to her, watching as Kiri laps at her cunt eagerly while Mina throws her ass back into his face. “Mmm-hmm,” he encourages her, his voice slightly muffled. “Grind those hips into me, baby girl. Give me everything.” 

You’re so into watching them that you don’t even realize you’re squirming in Bakugou’s iron-like grasp. “Stop squirming,” he growls in a warning. “Or I’ll have to pin those legs down.” You look back at him then, a boldness flooding through you that you didn’t have before. “Oh, yeah?” you challenge him. “You can if you want.” 

The pro looks up at you then, raising an eyebrow in surprise at your request. When your playful smile doesn’t leave your lips, his eyes darken. “Oh, you’re just begging for me to fuck you up,” he chuckles. 

Before you realize what’s happening, he’s flipping you onto your back and moving between your open thighs that he pins far away from each other. 

“Hope you stretched, mama,” he cackles before diving into your pussy again. You saw the stars before, but now you’re seeing the entire fucking galaxy with the way his tongue twirls and swirls in your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit. “Oh, s-shit!” you shout, losing your shit. “Katsuki, fuck!” 

Bakugou chuckles into your pussy, each word punctuated by the flick of his tongue. “Yeah?” he teases. “Feelin’ good now, right? Make you not wanna leave.” He keeps his hands on your thighs, pinning them back despite your body screaming to be free. Being completely at his mercy and Mina at Kiri’s brings you to your peak again and your moans become higher, louder. 

Bakugou takes notice and moves his mouth away from your pussy only to begin rubbing your clit. “You wanna cum?” he growls. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let your girl and Kiri see how good of a girl you are for me.” 

“Oooh, I think this good girl is close too,” Kiri chuckles from behind Mina. “Think we can make ‘em cum at the same time?” He gives Bakugou a mischievous look. Bakugou returns it, a smirk on his face. “We could damn well try,” he laughs before sticking his tongue inside you again, giving you a long lick from your asshole up to your pussy. “Cum all over my face, baby,” he coos to you. “I fuckin’ need it. Do it now.” 

They must be sharing the same mouth because you and Mina successfully cum in unison, a chorus of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you gush all over Bakugou and Kiri’s faces. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes your body, leaving your pussy aching and your clit throbbing. Even so, Bakugou continues to lap at your cunt, cleaning you up. 

You pant heavily and whimper at the sweet torture. “’Suki, wait,” you protest weakly, grasping at his shoulders. “Please…t-too much! Can’t…can’t…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your tongues curling around Bakugou’s head. 

Finally, he pulls away, lips shining with your cum. “That’s what you get for wearing that damn dress…and this thing here.” He proceeds to take your soaked thong down your shaky legs, giving you a grin. “I’m keepin’ this, but if you act right, I’ll buy you a new one.” 

You’re too tired to argue or lecture him, the after-effects of your orgasm setting in. Mina lies beside you, just as spent. “Wow,” she sighs. “That was amazing!” She turns to you, eyes loving. “You were amazing.” You smile and bring her hand to your lips, pecking it softly. 

“You both were amazing,” Kiri groans, still on his knees. “You both looked so good cumming for us like that! Fuck, it made me so hard!” Your eyes trail farther down and you can clearly see that he’s begun to stroke himself underneath his briefs, his jeans unbuckled and unzipped. 

Bakugou cackles at him. “Needy slut! Can’t even stop himself from stroking himself off.” Kiri pays him no mind–his attention is all on you and Mina. Seeing his muscular arm moving up and down over his dick excites you, and you find yourself wanting to see what lies underneath for yourself. 

Slowly, you sit up and give the redhead a less-than-innocent smile. “Need some help?” you purr. Both your girlfriend and the pro couple stare at you, shocked at your question and the seductive undertone in your voice. Your personality has completely flipped a switch, going from unsure and hesitant to a full-on sex siren. Even the sudden switch surprises you, but a good orgasm will do that to you. 

Kiri stands up, his pants still unbuckled. “You sure, babe?” he asks, sounding unsure. “You don’t have to do this just because I pleased you. I could just…oh, fuck…”

His words turn into soft, surprised moans when your hand reaches out to cup him through his briefs. And damn, he’s big! You can feel how thick his shaft is through the thin Calvin Klein underwear, and you desperately want to see how your hand looks wrapped around it…or maybe your two hands in this case. With how thick and fat Kiri’s dick is, you can barely fit your hand around it now. 

Mina giggles as she watches you stroke the redhead, sitting up on her knees now. “There’s your answer, Eji,” she coos, hunger in her eyes. “Does her hand feel good?” Kiri is staring down at your hand, absolutely losing his shit at the sight. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters out, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Really, really good.” 

His eyes close and his head leans back, exposing his thick neck that you just want to pepper in kiss. 

Bakugou stands too and tugs on your hair twice. “Damn perv,” he growls. “Didn’t even get his shirt off yet.” 

You’re now realizing that yes, you didn’t even strip Kiri out of his clothes before going straight for his cock. ‘Shit, maybe I am a slut,’ you think, shook. Mina cuddles up next to you, putting her juicy lips to your ear. “Grumpy pants isn’t naked either,” she purrs into your ear, nodding at Bakugou. “Wanna help me change that, pretty girl?” 

You gnaw at your bottom lip and nod, doing your best to soothe the throbbing of your pussy by clamping your thighs together. Without another brief minute of hesitation, the two of you coax the pros forward and begin to help them strip. Kiri lets you take the reins, watching you through hooded eyes as you strip him of his shirt. Meanwhile, Bakugou is impatient and growly, snatching his shirt off as Mina watches, laughing. 

You can’t help but admire their bodies once they’re completely bare, all of their clothes now tossed on the floor. Kiri is by far more buffer than Bakugou, but both men have their fair share of impressive muscles–nothing but abs, biceps, and muscular, thick thighs that look like they could all be carved from stone. Tanned skin inked in tattoos stretch across their muscles, glowing in the warm lamplight that adorns their brown nipples that your mouth waters to suck. 

Speaking of suck, you’re aching to suck on two other things that swing between Kiri and Bakugou’s thighs that could definitely crush watermelons. Your eyes drift down their smooth, toned stomachs and V-lines to their dicks, drinking in each intricate detail. 

Bakugou’s cock is a bit longer and curves upward, the shaft a toasted brown compared to his normal skin tone. He keeps his pubic area smooth, including his lower stomach and heavy balls that swing below his dick. The pink head of his cock dribbles with precum that your tastebuds are dying to try. 

Kiri’s cock is much thicker and veinier, some of which you want to run your tongue along. In contrast to Bakugou, Kiri has trimmed pubics and a happy trail sinewy in fine, black hair that you think is all so unbelievably sexy. His cockhead is a little bit darker than Bakugou’s in terms of color, but the way it drips in precum is all the more appetizing. 

You stare at both monsters in awe, unable to take your eyes off them. Excitement and fear mix together in your stomach. How the fuck are you going to fit either of them in your mouth? Or what about your pussy? Could they even fit? Mina giggles beside you and playfully tickles your chin. “Wipe your drool, hon. Save that for Kiri’s cock.” 

Your eyes flick from Kiri’s dick to his face, finding him smirking down at you. “Go ahead, baby girl. I’m all yours.” Your eyes flicker back down to his cock, pulsing and throbbing for you. His smirk fades, replaced with a concerned expression. “You good?” he asks softly. “Think you can take it?” 

Your eyes stare back down at his third leg presented to you like a present. You haven’t sucked a dick since you met Mina, but you can’t be that rusty with your skills. So you give Kiri a reassuring smile and a wink. “Absolutely,” you purr. “Come here, daddy.” 

The nickname causes a switch to flip behind Kiri’s eyes. He wastes no time coming closer so you can get a better grip on him. After giving your hands a generous lick (because stroking Kiri’s dick takes two hands), you begin to slowly stroke him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth. 

You start off slow, giving kitten licks along his dickhead and hollowing your cheeks as you suck around the head, stroking the rest that you can’t fit into your mouth. Kiri is feeling good, his eyes hooded and his hand in your hair. “Ah, fuck, yes!” he groans, loud and unabashed. “Just like that, baby. Ease into it, nice and slow…” You pop off of him with a wet pop! Before sticking your tongue out for him, slapping his dick on the flat part of your tongue before sucking him back into your mouth. He watches you, the lust in his eyes making you wetter. “Think you can take me deeper, mama?” he breathlessly asks. “Can I please fuck your pretty face?” 

You nod, his dick still in your mouth. The vibrations of you bobbing your head make him moan. “Just tap my thigh twice if you need to breathe, three times if you want me to stop, okay?” You nod once more, committing the meanings to memory. “Open your throat for me then,” he grunts, already sliding his dick in farther. You do as you’re told, opening your throat like you’re about to yawn. 

Oh, my God. The man is thicker than thick! Your mouth and throat stretch around him the farther he goes, making your jaw ache and your eyes burn with unshed tears. “Just like that, baby girl,” Kiri grunts through gritted teeth. “Just…a little…deeper…” You don’t know how much deeper he can go until he finally hits the back of your throat. You feel him there and gag, your throat constricting around his girth. 

“Good girl!” Kiri coos before he slowly begins to bump his hips into your face, his balls lightly hitting your chin. Your hands go to his thighs, ready to tap him if necessary. But already you’re getting used to him in your throat, even beginning to breathe through your nostrils with every thrust. 

Mina watches you in awe, her hand slipping between her pink thighs to play with her even-pinker pussy. “Wow, babe,” she sighs. “You took him so well.” Bakugou stands before her, dick lightly slapping her face. “Hey,” he growls impatiently. “Stop gawking at her and take care of the dick you got right in front of you.” 

He slaps her chin again with his dick, earning a slutty little giggle from her. “Yes, daddy,” she purrs before taking him by the base and wrapping her lips around him. Though you’re conscious of Kiri still fucking your throat, you can’t take your eyes off of Bakugou and his hand wrapped in your girlfriend’s pink curls as he fucks her pretty mouth. 

“Take me deeper, c’mon,” he growls down at her. “You wanted this, right?” A gurgling sound leaves Mina’s mouth as he sinks in deeper, groaning at the feeling. “That’s a good slut. Bet you were fiending for this dick, hm?” As he begins to rock his hips into Mina’s mouth, he glances at you, his eyes hooded and lust-blown. “I bet you were too, baby. Don’t worry; you’ll get a taste of it soon.” 

Kiri cackles breathlessly above you, still thrusting into your mouth. “Fuck if you will,” he huffs. “This cutie’s throat is just too good! I could get addicted to this shit.” Pleased that you’re making him feel so good, you begin to gag on his cock, his cockhead gliding in and out of your throat as he thrusts. 

Kiri throws his head back, showing you the column of his throat. “So…fucking…good!” he whines to the ceiling. “Keep this up, babe, and you’ll make me cum.” Your stomach jumps in anticipation for that moment, wanting to take every ounce he gives you. 

But when he suddenly slides his dick out of your throat, leaving it slightly raw and your jaw aching, you realize he has a different plan. “But not yet. I still need to try Mina.” He smirks at Bakugou, his hard cock wet with your saliva. “Wanna switch?” 

Bakugou still has his dick down Mina’s throat when he turns to Kiri, eyeing you as he weighs his options. Then he slips his cock out of Mina’s mouth. “Move out the way,” he demands as he pushes Kiri over, taking his spot. Suddenly, his thick, veiny cock, wet with your girlfriend’s saliva, is hanging in front of you. “Open up, mama,” he coos, taking his shaft into his hand and feeding you his cock. 

As his head touches your lips, your mouth opens instinctively. He slides in slow but doesn’t give you time to adjust either. You gag and choke around his cock, trying to take his girth as much as you can. “Breathe through your nose, baby girl,” he breathlessly coos. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.” 

The praise ignites a fire in you, and you find yourself moving your hand to trail up his thigh to his heavy balls. Bakugou notices, scowling at his thrusts in your mouth pause. “What are you–” His question is silenced when you begin to gently fondle his balls, a gasp leaving his lips. 

Kiri laughs from beside him, his cock deep down Mina’s throat. “Took the words right outta his mouth, babe. Listen to those flustered lil’ moans!” Bakugou growls, flustered. “Shut up!” he barks. “I-I’m not…oh, fuck!” You have begun to suck on his balls instead of his cock now, taking your time to curl your tongue around the heavy sacks. 

“He loves it when I do that too,” Kiri snickers off to the side. “You’ll make him cum in no time.” And you want to. God, do you want to make him explode! 

But Bakugou isn’t having it. He rips himself away from you, his dick and balls wet with your spit. His vermillion eyes are filled with lust and a heated promise that makes your stomach flip. “Now you’re really gonna get it, you little tease. Get on your back. Now.” His tone is strict and deep, not up for the BS. 

It takes your brain some time to process what he just said, the fog of gagging on dick beginning to clear. Bakugou fixes you with a stare, looking impatient and daring you to refuse his order. You have no choice but to do as he says. You begin to move out of your position on your knees, but Bakugou takes a hold of you and positions you onto your back instead, making you squeak in surprise. “You were too slow,” he says matter-of-factly. 

Kiri slides his dick out of Mina’s throat, making her gasp. “Oooh, you girls got him riled up,” he snickers teasingly. “You ready for the main event now? I promise we’ll make it last.” Mina stares up at him, looking winded with spit all over her mouth. Still, she gives him a nod. 

“Lay down right here then,” Kiri instructs her, helping her lie horizontally on the big ass couch so her legs are thrown over the arm. Bakugou does the same for you, laying you down next to Mina so you’re now lying side by side. “Now you can see your girl getting fucked,” Kiri coos, a mischievous, lustful twinkle in his eye. 

Bakugou’s hands shoot out to wrap around both your and Mina’s throats–not enough to hurt, but just enough to feel it. “Our girl,” he corrects Kiri but looks dead at the both of you. “You sluts are ours now. I hope you know that.” 

A delicious shiver runs through your body. You want to be their girl, for however long they want you. 

“So why don’t you show us, daddy?” Mina purrs, batting her lashes up at the blonde. “Make sure we don’t forget.” 

Bakugou smirks down at her, running his thumb over her plump bottom lip. “Oh, baby girl, I’m planning on it.” Kiri suddenly jumps away from the couch, moving towards the steps. “Shit, we need condoms.” 

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt, practically trembling in anticipation. You don’t want to waste any more time. You want them now. “I’m on too,” Mina adds. Both pros gape at you for a moment, not believing their luck. 

“Say no more,” Bakugou softly growls. “You’re wet enough, too. Staining up my couch…” His fingers trail across your quivering, wet pussy lips, making you whimper. “Needy slut. You’re gonna pay for that and that shit you pulled sucking my balls.” 

You smirk up at him. “You liked it,” you giggle only to be silenced when Bakugou throws your legs wide open for him. “And you’ll like this,” he promises, lining his dick up with your entrance. Kiri does the same to Mina, her pink legs thrown over his broad shoulders. “Let’s do it at the same time,” he softly growls. Bakugou nods, waiting for the count. “On three…two…one.” 

And then finally, they’re easing into you and your girlfriend. They go slow, taking their sweet time to allow you to get used to them. As soon as Bakugou’s head enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid Bakugou feels snuggled up in your pussy. 

The ash blonde looks down at you, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay, mama?” he asks, caressing your cheek. “Can I go a little deeper? Think you can take more of me?” 

He doesn’t move without your permission, staying still despite you feeling him tremble from holding back. You nod, bracing yourself by gripping his forearms. “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” you assure him. Taking that as a yes, he begins to enter you a bit more, giving you inch after inch of his cock. 

Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into the couch cushion. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched and you’re glad for the first orgasm you got because it makes it easier. 

Swallowing, you adjust your hips and moan weakly at the friction. “O-Okay,” you softly stutter out. “That’s good for now. You can start moving.” 

Bakugou nods and begins to slowly rock his hips into you, his eyes drinking in your body’s language. Gradually, you begin to adjust to his size and the pleasure starts to build. Especially when his pelvis rubs against your clit. “That feel good, baby?” he asks you, grinning cheekily at your embarrassing facial expressions. 

“So…so good,” you breathlessly reply. “You’re stretching me so…oh, my god, Katsuki!” You can’t even focus on one coherent thought because he’s so deep, touching every single tingling, sensitive part of your insides. Sparks of pleasure from your clit course through your body every time he thrusts, his pelvis rubbing up against the sensitive little bud. 

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he snickers, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he rocks and grinds into you. His pretty face is screwed in ecstasy, brows furrowed and skin glinting in sweat you want to lick off. “You feel so good, baby girl. So tight…so fuckin’ wet…” 

“Fuck, Eji!” 

You turn to look at Mina, finding one leg bent up to her chest as Kiri pounds into her, his red locks of hair falling around his face. “That’s what you get for tryna tease me,” he huffs, smacking her outer thigh. “Little slut. You think you can do that in my house, hm?” 

He smacks her thigh again, making her whine and writhe against his merciless hips pistoning into her pussy. Kiri is so big on top of her, practically covering her as he fucks her into the couch. Combined with the sounds of her moans mixed with skin slapping against skin, this sight is better than porn to you. 

“Hey; eyes on me, sweetie.” Bakugou forces you to look at him by gripping your chin and turning your face to look up at him. “Bet you like seeing your girlfriend get fucked by my boyfriend. Think she’d like seeing you get fucked into the couch by me?” He takes both of his big hands and spreads your legs wider, causing him to sink deeper inside of you. A loud moan leaves your lips once he bottoms out, your pussy clenching around him. 

“Bet you’ve dreamed about this,” he growls to you. “Bet you wanted to get slutted out on my dick for so long. Bet you couldn’t wait for tonight. All that shy shit was just a front, wasn’t it?” He leans down toward you, his nose grazing yours. “Wasn’t it?” he repeats, his hand circling your throat. 

“Yes!” you choke out, gone from the pleasure. “Fuck, ‘Suki, yes!” You’ve never felt like this before: so gone. Your eyes are closed and your mind is completely blank from the blinding pleasure you feel, each wave much bigger than the one before and washing over you. 

Kiri chuckles from beside you, still fucking Mina into the couch. “Look at how pretty your girl looks on Katsuki’s cock, babe. Look at that face! She’s loving every minute of this.” 

You wish you could muster the strength to look dead into your girlfriend’s eyes, but you can’t. The pleasure is just too good, and it’s starting to reach a deafening crescendo. You can feel it building in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. “Gonna cum!” you practically sob, your head thrown back against the couch. 

“Me too!” Mina whimpers near your ear. “Kiri just feels too good inside me.” You can hear the squelches of Kiri’s cock pounding into her wet pussy, egging on your oncoming orgasm…or is that sound coming from you and Bakugou? You can’t tell anymore. Your mind is dizzy with ecstasy. 

“Already?” Bakugou chuckles in disbelief. “Needy cumsluts. Can’t resist cumming on some good dick.” He presses his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick is hitting that spot that has you seeing the entire galaxy behind your eyelids. “Fuckin’ cum for me,” he demands. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Cum all over that dick.”  

And you listen. Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that chord snaps. You unravel, cumming all over Bakugou’s dick. “You sound so good, babe,” Mina gasps, reaching her peak too. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” When she finally does, it’s high-pitched and loud, the sound equivalent to a Mariah Carey high note. 

She cums right alongside you, both of you losing your minds as you cream all over Bakugou and Kiri’s cocks buried deep inside of you. Bakugou talks you through it, telling you how good of a girl you are as he strokes your outer thighs. When the orgasm finally fades, it leaves you breathless and tired. 

“How was that, hm?” the blonde coos. “Speechless?” 

You weakly nod, unable to speak. Bakugou cackles down at you, giving you a kiss on your chin. 

“Well, find your words quick ‘cause shitty hair still needs some too.” Your eyes pop open, staring up at him in shock. An evil smirk curls onto his lips. “What? You thought tonight was done? No, no, cutie. My dick ain’t the only one here.” 

You look over at Kiri who is still just as hard, his cock coated in Mina’s cream. “I’ll let you recover first. Katsuki’s so rough, isn’t he?” He tuts in disapproval at his boyfriend’s antics. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll only be as rough as you want me to be.” 

Mina’s content sighs are a testament to this, her entire face coated in satisfaction. “That was amazing, Eji,” she sighs. Bakugou sucks his teeth as he and Kiri switch spots. “Not as amazing as I’m gonna be,” he promises, fixing Mina with a lust-filled stare.   

Kiri eyes him up and down. “Oh, is that a challenge, baby boy?” he hums, a twinkle in his eye. “I’d like to see you try to one-up me. Maybe we can see which one cums the hardest.” Bakugou doesn’t have to verbally respond to let his boyfriend know he’s got himself a challenge. The gritty look in his eye says everything. 

Which means you and Mina are in for it. 

Kiri moves between your legs, his gaze adoring but hungry, like you’re the cutest cake he has ever seen. “Lay back, mama,” he coos, gently pressing you down onto the couch. “I wanna see you watch your girl get fucked into oblivion. Look into her eyes…look at that pretty face.” 

You turn to look at Mina, finding her already staring at you. She looks so beautiful to you now: her eyes hazy and hooded with pleasure; her pink curls a teased mess from being gripped; her lips plump and kissed raw. Warmth zips through your stomach to your cunt as you picture what is about to come. You don’t get a warning when Kiri suddenly slides inside of your sensitive, aching pussy at the same time as Bakugou does Mina. 

Both of you react with long moans, the fact that you’re both experiencing the same pleasure that much hotter to you. Kiri stares down at you, his lips parted and eyes starved, as he fills you to the brim with his cock. Your pussy quivers and trembles around him, signaling that it won’t be too long until you reach your end. 

“How’s Kiri feel?” Mina breathlessly asks, her legs pinned up to her chest by Bakugou. He is buried to the hilt inside of her, his pelvis pressed thrush to her stomach. He begins to rock his hips into her, not even giving her enough time to hear your reply as she starts whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. 

“A-Amazing!” you stutter through a gasp, earning a proud giggle from Kiri. “How’s he feel?” You tick your eyes up to Bakugou who is currently railing your girlfriend. “Can’t you tell by that stupid ass expression?” he cackles, earning a whine of protest from your girlfriend. “I’m fuckin’ her brains out.” 

And he is, judging from Mina’s face. Her eyes are nothing more than slits and her mouth is parted on breathless gasps and moans that slip from her pretty, plump lips. With every thrust Bakugou gives her, her gorgeous, pink tits jiggle and her painted toes curl. Your girl is gone, and you’re loving every minute of it. Seeing Bakugou and Kiri–such big, big guys–fuck the shit out of your petite girlfriend and absolutely turn her out is a fantasy you never knew you had. 

“You’re so cute,” you whimper pitifully. “I love watching him fuck you.” A smile curls onto Mina’s lips. “And I love watching him fuck you,” she giggles. “You’re such a good girl, taking them so well, stretched out on those dicks. Just look at this pretty little pussy.” 

Her eyes trail down to your pussy stretched out around Kiri’s cock that is stroking your walls so good. Kiri must agree from the way he’s gripping your hips and wailing in pleasure. The guy won’t shut the fuck up about how good you feel. “Fuck!” he whines, his noises making you wetter. “You’re making me so good, babe! You feel better than I ever dreamed you’d feel!” 

Bakugou smirks at his boyfriend, a devious look on his face. “Getting loud, hm?” he chuckles. “Guess I’ll have to quiet you down.” He takes hold of Kiri by his neck and yanks him in, smashing his lips against the redhead’s.

You and Mina watch in awe as the two pros make out above you, their tongues swirling against each other’s and muffled moans slipping from their mouths. Mina touches herself at the sight, pinching the dark pink peaks of her nipples. “Fuck, that’s so hot!” she whines. 

Bakugou pulls away from a blushing Kiri, a strand of saliva between their plump bottom lips. “Don’t think you two don’t get the same treatment, cutie,” he huffs before swooping down to plant one on Mina. 

Kiri does the same to you, planting the same passionate, rough kiss on your mouth that bruises your lips and gives your chin rugburn from his stubble rubbing against your skin. “You’re ours now,” he murmurs against your lips. We’re never, ever gonna let you go now.” 

You whimper pitifully at his words, your pussy gushing and clenching around him. You want to be theirs. Everything inside of you is screaming “yes, yes, make me yours!” 

Bakugou pulls away from Mina and holds her down, proceeding to rut his hips into her again, and again, and again. “Only we get to fuck you stupid like this,” he huffs. “Fuck you in every fuckin’ piece of furniture in this bitch until you get that you’re ours. No one will ever make you feel like this, you hear me?” 

“Y-Yes!” Mina shrieks in ecstasy, her eyes screwed tight as a third orgasm begins to reach its peak. “Fuck, ‘Suki, I’m gonna cum again! Gonna cum all over your dick!” She starts grinding her hips up into Bakugou’s, desperate to meet that end. Watching her makes you want to cum too. You can feel that knot in your core about to snap. 

Your pussy walls clench around Kiri’s dick as your orgasm begins to approach like a rollercoaster cart quickly approaching that hill on the track before the dramatic and thrilling drop. The handsome redhead swoops down to your ear, the scent of wine and mint on his tongue. “You close too, darlin’?” he coos into your ear. “C’mon, don’t tell me that voice is shot now. Let out that voice for me, mama.” 

His hips snap against yours again and again, turning your quivering pussy into absolute mush around his cock. You grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the couch, determined to make your orgasm come even quicker. Gasps and moans leave your lips, your breath catching in your throat from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. “F-Fuck, K-Kiri!” you stutter in time with his thrusts. “So…s-so good! Gonna cum!” 

Kiri is sweet with his words, coaxing you to finally cum rather than ordering you to do so: “Cum all over this dick, baby, c’mon,” he coos. “Be good girl for me and cum all over me. I’ve got you.” 

Meanwhile, Bakugou is rougher, ordering Mina to finally come undone with his hand still around her throat: “Cum for me, you pretty little slut!” he demands loudly. “Fuckin’ give it to me!” 

Like you share the same body, you and Mina cum at the same time once again. You clench around Kiri’s cock at the same time she clenches around Bakugou’s and cream all over them. Your voices echo across the large living room, probably alerting neighbors and people miles away of your orgasms that hit you like tidal waves.

You see the galaxy behind your eyelids as you dig your nails into Kiri’s shoulders, warm waves of pleasure rolling through your body that don’t stop as Kiri continues to pound into your pussy, chasing his own release. “I-I’m close, gorgeous,” he softly warns you. “Where do you want me to–?” 

“Inside me!” you beg, looking into those pools of treasured rubies that stare right back down at you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Eji!” Mina cries over Bakugou’s loud grunts and moans of ecstasy fom beside you. “Me too!” she shouts, gripping Bakugou’s forearms as he jackhammers inside of her. “Cum deep inside of me, daddy. I wanna feel you.” 

Bakugou and Kiri share the same devious, lustful expression, still fucking you and Mina at the same merciful, breakneck space. “You’ve fuckin’ got it then,” he grunts. “And you’d better take all of it.” 

And you do. When Kiri finally reaches his climax with a loud whine of the word “fuck” that makes your clit jump, you take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy.

You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. Bakugou does the same, holding Mina’s legs up as he shoots his load deep inside of her, filling her to the brim with a whine that sounds so unlike him. 

Kiri’s hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. His cock is still hard and he pumps it above you, staring down at you like he wants to eat you up. Bakugou does the same, standing on his knees over Mina, his dick in her face. “Not done yet,” he growls. “C’mere. Eyes on me, tongue out.” 

Kiri crooks his finger toward you, smirking. “You too, pretty girl. Let me see that face.” 

You and Mina slowly move onto your knees like obedient, good girls, though feeling tired and spent from being fucked into oblivion. As Bakugou instructed, you both lift your chins, stick your tongues out, and stare deep into the eyes of the pros as they pump the rest of their nut in your face. As soon as Kiri’s cum splashes onto the skin on your face, you instinctively close your eyes. His nut also coats your tongue and tits, marking you completely as his now. 

Bakugou does the same to Mina, coating her mouth and pretty face in his cum until she’s dripping with it. Once they are finally drained of everything they have, Bakugou and Kiri move quick with beginning the process of aftercare. First, they fetch some towels and water for you and Mina to wipe the cum off of your skin and quench your thirst. 

Then it’s oil massages. They use a specific type on you to soothe aching muscles that smells like passionfruit and mango. The scent relaxes you, making you feel like you’re drifting away to a tropical island, as you find yourself on your back with Bakugou’s fingers caressing your skin and massaging your calves and feet. Kiri does the same to Mina, taking his sweet time and paying attention to her reactions to every move he makes. “Just relax, ladies,” Kiri coos, smiling at Mina’s content expression. “Fall asleep if you want to. I know it feels good.” 

Mina hums in agreement as your eyes flutter closed, too drained from the sex and relaxed from Bakugou’s careful yet wonderful hands. You can just about drift off to sleep as he continues to massage every part of your body, his eyes trained on your face and drinking in every single soft moan, mewl, or gasp you make.

When the massage is finally over and you’re slick with oil, your muscles feel heavy and sleep is invading your space. Mina looks like sleep is kicking her ass too as she snuggles up next to you, her perfume mingled with Kiri and Bakugou’s cologne.

 The mingled scents radiating off of your girlfriend’s skin remind you of what just transpired: your very first foursome. And it’s indescribable how amazing it was.

“That was…oh, my God,” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Mina giggles beside you. “Agreed,” she hums happily. She picks her head up to stare down at you, her fist propped up under her chin. “Was that everything you dreamed it’d be, babe?” 

You gaze up at her and are reminded of how deeply you love her. The fact that she went out of her way to plan all of this for you makes you want to give her all the orgasms she deserves. You lean up to kiss her, taking her by surprise. “Everything and more,” you murmur against her hips. 

“We’re so happy to hear that, honey,” Kiri sighs from beside Mina, sounding happy but exhausted. “I’d ask for a round two, but shit, you both tuckered me out.” He stretches his big arms and yawns, making Bakugou snicker from beside you at the end of the couch. “Weak,” he cackles. 

Your own yawn exits your mouth, signaling your need for sleep too. Mina is practically out of it, her eyes hooded. “Looks like you both could use some shut-eye,” Kiri chuckles. “Come here, girls; I’m sure this couch is big enough for a group cuddle.” You hum in contentment as Kiri sandwiches Mina between his and your bodies, one of his tattooed arms slinging over her to reach you. He looks over at Bakugou, smirking. “Don’t act like you don’t want in on this good shit, Kats. Or would you rather I have these two cuties all to myself?” 

Those teasing words are enough to get Bakugou to bite the bait. He grumbles as he scoots in next to you, his warm, muscular body pressed to yours. You turn over to press your face into his chest which he welcomes, even kissing your forehead. A sleepy, happy smile grows on your lips at the warm, fuzzy feeling curling inside of your core. It’s happiness. 

“I love this,” you sleepily murmur. “I could get used to this…all of us bein’ like this.” You’re so out of it that you don’t even realize what you’re implying until Mina brings it up. “You mean dating?” she curiously asks. “All four of us?” 

His utter confusion makes you open your eyes and embarrassment sets in. This isn’t something you talked about with them or even brought up. Tonight was just about sex. Now you’re bringing up dating?

“Would you want that?” Bakugou asks, looking down at you. His eyes tell you not to play any games about it either. 

Silence settles upon you, making you feel even worse. Of course, you had to go and ruin such an amazing moment of bliss with your stupid fantasy. But you also know that these three don’t deserve the BS, so you sit up and conjure the willpower to be real with them. But before you can even speak, Kiri beats you to it. 

“I know I certainly would, and I can definitely vouch for the hothead too when I say that we’d want nothing more than to have you cuties all to ourselves.” 

Your eyes widen at him, shocked at his response. “R-Really?” you stutter, shocked at how easy this is. “So you wouldn’t mind if we all dated? It wouldn’t be weird or–” 

“Shut up,” Bakugou firmly interjects, pulling you back down to lay next to him. “We wouldn’t have invited your ass over here if we didn’t want that. It ain’t just a booty call for us. If it was, you two would’ve been out the door as soon as we finished.” 

“And there’d be no cuddling,” Kiri snickers, nuzzling Mina’s shoulder. “But i’s all up to you two girls. If you want us, we’re all yours, but if not–” 

“Are you kidding me?” you gasp, a joyful laugh leaving your lips. “It’s like you all stepped right out of my wettest dreams! Why wouldn’t I want you three?” Mina laughs at your words, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Well, that’s an enthusiastic yes if I didn’t know any better,” she giggles. “Don’t just lay there, boys: give your girls some love!” 

Bakugou and Kiri don’t need to be told twice. Both of them plant kisses all over your and Mina’s faces, their arms wrapping around you and squeezing you both until you’re squealing with laughter. You’re filled with so much happiness that you could burst. The rest of the night goes on with soft touches and caresses from all four of you across each other’s skin, chaste kisses shared between you. 

Finally, when sleeps comes for you, you snuggle into Bakugou’s chest as he snores, one arm thrown over his eyes while the other lies above you and Mina who is deep in sleep, her lips parted on tiny mewls that slip from her pink lips. Kiri lies on Mina’s side, his muscular back facing you. Both of your men sandwich you and Mina, protecting their girls even in slumber. 

You smile to yourself in the darkness as you drift off into your dreams of your three amazing partners, thanking your lucky stars for such a wonderful turn of events. You don’t care what happens tomorrow or what comes next. Because whatever it is, whether it be good, bad, or somewhere in between, you’ll have them. And that is all you’ve wanted. 

And so you sleep. 

THE END.

[vemuabhi]

Hello!! Do you mind doing Sanji with love language of quality time please? Have a lovely lovely day/night!!

(btw, I absolutely adore your blog, and I agree with so many things you’ve said about Sanji!!! Seriously I adore the way you think about Sanji <3 and actually, I’ve been holding this in since I first watched OP and I came across your post about your fav Sanji scenes, just never had the courage to tell you, not to mention I didn’t have tumblr account back then, but: I couldn’t have agreed more with you when you mentioned your feelings about Sanji and Pudding’s kiss. The only difference being that I knew I was already genuinely in love with him, so I felt it hit me quite strongly. And then I started making up all kinds of unrequited love angst scenarios in my head with him, where reader’s are unrequited. Though, I’m genuinely shocked by how similarly we think and simp for the man. I thought I was a crazy idiot until I saw your post. So thank you for sharing all your thoughts :))

Always a Priority

Hey love,

I am so so happy that you have read my favourite Sanji scenes work before and agree with that. I hope you have also read my fav Sanji outfits hehe. And yes, Sanji is someone who has captured my heat from a long while and I haven’t left him since. I am… a bit similar to Sanji when it comes to love. I adapt and make sure that my lover stays happy when they are with me. I… I haven’t been given a proper chance to make someone fall in love. It sucks that It’s always been me who falls in love fast, harder and deeper. So, maybe at some point I realised how Sanji would love his S/O and wondered how beautiful their life would be with him. He is Fictional. I know. I am aware of that. But, when real life just hurts continuously, I found a bit of relief in these fanfics. Getting way too personal here, aren’t I? Hehe, I hope you continue to read and enjoy my writings. Thanks for being here.

This is one of my pieces for the mini event. Please enjoy and let me know what you think about this. Please forgive any mistake, it isn't proofread.

Listen to Earned it by Weekend

Prompt taken from here.

Quality Time

After a long shift of work, you noticed him on his bike outside your work, waiting to pick you up. Even though he was tired, he was everyday waiting for you. As if it was a medicine, your fatigue was gone after seeing him.

As it has been only 3 months since you have been going out, so this was the only time of day you both could meet. Sure, you both went on dates on the weekends but, he wanted to see you everyday just like you did. You sat behind him and hugged him, that was the only thing he wanted from you. Just to feel you beside him. Comfortable. Is how he wanted to make you feel.

You were grateful for him being there to take you home. Especially during the times when you told him to go home as it was getting late. Which was more of the reason he stayed to drop you. The smooth ride with him was all you wanted. Valued. It was what you felt with Sanji.

Before you met Sanji, he would go straight home after a long shift to just crash for the day, sometimes dropping his female colleagues or friends. Too tired to even eat after the day. While you would also go home. Thinking about your life choices. The mistakes you made.

Now, it was different. You both had something to look forward to everyday. Meeting each other even though the time you meet was less, it was all you needed to boost up your oxytocin levels. Everyday, after he dropped you, you made sure that make him eat with you at your house. Then he could go and crash at his place. If you let him go, he would be too tired to make himself something and would not eat. Well, he wouldn’t say no to you, especially since all you wanted was to him to be healthy. Not only he dropped you, he would always eat if he was with you. Always a Priority. For each other.

While he ate with you, he would never look at his phone. Unless if it was urgent call. You were so shocked at how you were being treated by this man before you. Your house was small, but it never felt so warm, like a home until he arrived. You were desperate for love and now, he pulled you out of it. Providing you with the love you never received.

Sanji on the other hand felt his home to be where you were. 3 months. How was his life before he met you, he didn’t want to experience it again. Longing for someone to love him, like he does. He would love to move in with you but, it would be too soon.

You noticed that Sanji was far more patient than you were. He would think a lot. You don’t even know how many times you were impressed by how calm he behaves in the most hectic situations. While Sanji loved how you don’t filter your words with him. Always honest. Straight to point. No mind games. No need to worry, because you’d say what you felt. Making it very easy to understand you.

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[avvail-whumps]

ok so i just saw the prompt that you reblogged on your other account and.. i was wondering if you ever had the time would you write something about a hypnotized whumpee?

content warnings: intimate whumper, hypnosis, conditioned whumpee, non-con touching (not explicit), mentioned non-con (not explicit)

“Aren’t they just so pretty?”

The caretaker says nothings. It’s obvious by the grim expression on their face that they don’t particularly want to encourage the whumper’s behaviour.

The last time they had seen the whumpee, they had been kicking and screaming. Putting up a fuss any chance they got, making life as difficult as they could for their captor. They had this fire in their eyes that didn’t seem to be dying out any time soon.

But now?

They’d almost been surprised by the quietness of the house. The whumper would usually have them restrained in some way, and they’d be writhing and kicking up a fuss, making lots of angry noises.

Instead, they observed their quiet, stiff form on the sofa. There was something eerie about their eyes; blank, unfocused, hardly even blinking. Even when the whumper carded a hand through their head, there wasn’t even a flicker of emotion on their face.

The caretaker was in awe at how complacent they were being.

“What did you do?” They find themselves asking absentmindedly, unable to tear their eyes away. Because they are genuinely shocked.

The whumper hums softly under their breath, scraping the hair away from the whumpee’s forehead. They’re devoid of usual cuts and bruises - the caretaker wonders how long they’ve been like this.

“I tried a new method,” the whumper answers vaguely, steely eyes staring into theirs. “This way, I can’t get bored.”

The caretaker doesn’t realise their confusion flickers in their expression, but the whumper notices it, as observant as they are. They gently run a finger under the whumpee’s chin, who still has that blank, half lidded gaze. Like a China doll.

“If I want them to be an eager little thing that serves to please me, then I can make it happen with just one word,” they hum, snapping their fingers in front of the whumpee’s face, as if to prove a point. They don’t even blink. “I like it when they put a fight, too, but too much noise, and I can simply admire them like this.”

They tilt the whumpee’s head back, just enough to admire their slack expression. “Isn’t it perfect?”

The caretaker’s mind swims. “So, you hypnotized them?”

A cruel smile appears on their face, squeezing the whumpee’s shoulders.

“Yes,” they answer. “Yes, I did.”

They slowly nod. That explained the sudden change, but seeing the whumpee like this, so dazed and so relaxed, they can’t help but shudder. There’s something really eerie about it. That the whumper holds their mind in their palm of their hand, triggered only by simple words.

“Was it hard?” They find themselves asking. The whumper smiles.

“They’re a stubborn thing,” they chuckle, tilting their head. “You know that. But I can programme them to do whatever you or I want.” Their voice drops dangerously. “You can take them to the spare room, if you really want.”

The caretaker immediately cringes, and they shake their head. They feel more disgust towards the whumper than ever before, and they don’t want to imagine what the poor whumpee’s been through already. If they remember it...

“No, thank you,” they grumble. The blank stare is unnerving them. “I’ll pass.”

The whumper chuckles, still running their fingers through the whumpee’s hair. They stop to observe their face, before a crooked smirk spreads across their lips. They tap their nose gently, cupping their cheeks as though they would with a lover. The whumpee does nothing back.

“Your loss.”

[sunshinediaz]

I saw your tags on the poll about 911 characters to gate keep, where one of your tags said, "half the stuff he deals with is partly his own fault; he's never held accountable." *waves white flag* Genuinely asking, what are things Eddie has done he's not been held accountable for?

should’ve said ‘held accountable *by fandom’ my bad 😪 i mean it in the sense that he’s placed as blameless in his relationships. shannon left him and chris, but he did it first + he inadvertently isolated her from her mother (and im assuming the rest of her family too if she had any?) and he didn’t listen to her when she was talking (which he was also dealing w recovery and discharge and such but still). the way he treated her when he got back into contact with her wasn’t the best, either, but i understand why. he also wasn’t the best boyfriend to ana either and it took buck pointing that out for him to do anything.

he’s a very gray character because he’s so complex & simple at the same time, and he’s had his reasons for the way he’s acted but those aren’t excuses you know? fandom tends to excuse him of his faults, especially when it comes to the women in his life because it makes it easier to hate on them for whatever reason, but eddie himself has talked about how he wasn’t a good partner and i think instead of babying him we should listen to what he’s been saying and that’s that he is not a perfect blameless man but instead a dude that’s trying his best and learning from the mistakes he’s made and doing better from it.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Sadist

- order 6 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul, Pomefiore + Idia

Gender neutral

Sadist (noun) — A person who derives pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Note: Personal headcanons again! I did characters that I think would pair terribly (or perfectly depending on how you see it) with a sadist. Also this is sfw, I just think sadist characters are funny.

Small warning: You’re picking on all of them and making some of them cry. Also a bit of slapping

Riddle Rosehearts

You seem so normal at first glance. He truly believed you were a normal person, actually he thought you were kind. But, he was extremely mistaken. He found out by when you began teasing him. It’s Floyd all over again! He saw how you giggled and smiled in genuine satisfaction in seeing him frustrated. He would thrash endlessly when you would lock him into place by grabbing his wrists and making him face you. You would make comments about how red his face was.

“Aw~ are you blushing? Do you enjoy me teasing you?”

“I AM NOT BLUSHING.”

Though after the first incident, you acted so different than the person that teased him almost to tears the other day. You offered him your slice of the tart at the unbirthday party.

“Trey’s tarts are tasty. Have some of it!”

It scared him how you acted so sweet and caring one time, but the next time you would go out of your way to make things harder for him. It was be roulette everytime he spoke to you. Was he gonna get a sadistic jerk or a loving friend?

He thought it was some sort of alter ego or someone was controlling you.

Though, he was always too scared to ask you or tell anyone about it.

Trey Clover

He is also a sadist. Though compared to you, he’s nothing. He can see your thought process and try to make you loose interest but in doing so, makes you more eager to see him get angry. He tries to hold himself back from showing any negative reactions around you. You would go as far as to sabotage his cooking.

“Trey—! Why is the tart—?!” Riddle coughed and covered his mouth, “Spicy?!”

He immediately turned to you as you waved a half empty hot sauce bottle in the air with an accomplished grin.

Yet, you can be an angel. Like the time he ran short of money at Sam’s mystery shop. You paid for his items out of pure kindness. You also praised him for his cooking skills.

“Trey! Your pastries are always so delicious. I’m jealous of your skill. Could you teach me sometime?”

It always threw him off. He didn’t expect you out of all people to be a secret sadist. Well, it’s always the people who you least expect.

Cater Diamond

Definitely not prepared for it. He was so caught off guard. Luckily, he did not have to experience it first hand. But he saw how cruel you could be.

“My, my it appears neither of you have gotten anything done. Are both of you so pathetic you can’t solve one question?”

“I-I’m sorr—“

“Awww you’we sowwy, aren’t you? Continue to apologize, come on I’m waiting.”

You slowly moved the two poor freshmen to tears while Cater listened pitifully from another room. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Are you really the same person? You’re the one that asked for help when creating a MagiCam account? You didn’t even know what to put for a username or bio!! You were so lost and innocent (in his eyes).

“Cater, someone …DMed…? Me. They said that they want me to be a model?”

“Yikes, that’s a scam! Don’t reply to it!”

It was rather sweet seeing how unaccustomed to were to the internet. But just to make sure… He made you take a sadist test.

“Just answer the questions!”

“Wait what is it about?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see.”

He handed you his phone and watched as you tapped the answers.

Do you like seeing someone in physical pain?

Yes

Do you like seeing people cry?

Very much yes

Do you like seeing people frustrated?

Yes

Do you like being the cause of somebody’s pain?

Extremely so

Needless to say, you were officially deemed a sadist no matter how much you protest it.

Ace Trappola

He’s one of the unlucky subjects that saw your sadistic side at its peak. He thought you were light hearted and easy going when he first met you, you didn’t even bat an eye when he insulted you and mocked you.

But he found out otherwise after inviting you to study. He thought he could mess around a bit and drew something on the side of your paper. Your eyes spotted his pen on your paper and you immediately flicked your hand at the pen, sending it flying into the air. You raised up your hand and slapped his hand, a smack noise went throughout the room. The pen you flicked fell back down and hit his head as he withdrew his hand.

“Ow! How did you do that?” He squeezed his hand.

“Quit messing around. You look totally pathetic.” You said with a glare. He swallowed and continued on with his work.

After about an hour or so, you decided to see how far along Deuce and Ace have gotten. Deuce was doing fine, even though most of his answers were wrong, but Ace hardly had anything done. Ace brushed you off as you scolded him for his laziness.

“You’re the one who invited me. Don’t you dare waste my time.”

“C-Chill out—“

“Kneel.”

“What are you tal—“

“On your knees, Ace.”

He reluctantly complied and you stared down at him. “Now, I want you to explain how within one hour and 27 minutes you only got 14 questions done. What were you doing the whole time? Deuce is on question 28 and I’m already done.”

“Errr… I was—“

“Goofing around, I know that.

Let’s see, there’s 45 total questions. So how would you like 31 slaps on your wrists?”

Ace shuttered and rapidly shook his head. “N-No please!”

After that lesson, he strongly believed someone was influencing you with magic. It has to be. You’re too chill to ever to that!!

Deuce Spade

He should know from experience that appearance doesn’t always match personality. But you looked so polite and nice! You were very nice too! At least that was until that one study meet you he had with you and Ace.

He knew you were serious about studies but you took it to another level. Ace’s wrists were as red as the roses he painted by the time it was over. Deuce saw you the next day and you were acting completely normal.

You smiled at him and Ace and gave him an extra eraser.

“This eraser is in the shape of a flamingo! Ace, here’s a hedgehog one!!” You said enthusiastically. Ace, still resentful from last night, took it and stuffed it into his pocket. You smiled all the same. It scared him. When was gonna be your next out burst..?

He was always in his toes around you. He tried to decline every study meet up that you suggested but when you’d ask, Riddle would be right there saying “you could learn a thing or two from them.”

Leading up to where he’s at. It’s not even his fault! It was Ace who started it!

“My, my it appears neither of you have gotten anything done. Are both of you so pathetic you can’t solve one question?”

“I-I’m sorr—“ Deuce was quickly cut off before he could explain.

“Awww you’we sowwy, aren’t you? Continue to apologize, come on I’m waiting.”

“I-I! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time b-by messing around. But it was only because Ac—“

Deuce yelled as he felt his wrist burn bright red after being slapped by your tough hand. Tears slowly started to form in his eyes and he looked down in defeat.

Vil Schoenheit

Your beauty was one of an emperor, it was the best way to describe it. You took authority if needed and kept up appearances. He tolerated you. But, he really didn’t expect to hear all these rumors flying around.

“Have you heard, that magicless prefect is a total sadist! They even have enough guts to mess with the housewarden!”

“Rosehearts?! And he let them get away with it?!”

Vil was disappointed in Riddle for that but soon came to an understandment after witnessing your odd tendencies up close.

“P-Please, where did you find that?”

“In the classroom, you don’t happen to know who it belongs to, do you?”

“It’s mine! Please return it.”

“Hmmm… Should I? Maybe I will if you get down on your hands and knees and beg. Go on, beg for me to return your precious little journal.”

Vil watched in utter disbelief as you made this poor boy plead with you while on his hands and knees.

After that, he was unsure what to think of you. Your caring attitude became sickeningly sweet and unnerved him.

“Good morning! Thank you for the skin product suggestions, everyone has been saying I look a lot better!”

“No problem at all..”

“Anything wrong?”

“Not at all. Get along now, I have duties I must attend to.”

Rook Hunt

Ah, the beauty you possess is ethereal. He wishes nothing more than to see every part of you. He enjoys the way your personality can flip like a switch and you can conceal how you really feel so well. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, you are. He praises your every presence and loves the way his compliments throw you off.

“Ah~ please use those words on me, Roi du Sadisme!!”

“P-pardon? What do you mean?”

Simply because of that, you never break character in front of him. You are an Angel around him. You even talk to him and converse about many things (He’s a bit handful but he’s interesting). He wants nothing more than to see your show your sadist side, preferably towards him. He makes small comments about it and you act oblivious.

“I don’t call you Roi du Sadisme, for nothing.”

“Hehe I sure hope not!”

The thought of him being so utterly obsessed with being talked down by you intimidates you. Enough so you want to avoid him. You sometimes drop by other people he’s also infatuated with and then flee when he’s distracted.

“Good morning, Leona!” You said as you felt Rook’s beaming gaze on you avert.

“What do you want herbivore?” He said with a tired voice.

“You ought to get more sleep.”

“Are you just here to waste my time?”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving now.” You spun around and ran away.

You looked behind you and there stood Rook.

“AHH!!”

“Oh? Did I spook you, Roi du Sadisme?”

“S-Stop calling me that!”

Epel Felmier

Oh no, you’re one of the many people Epel would like to avoid. Not only are you the type to make fun of his appearance, you’ll physically pick on him. You know exactly how to push his buttons to make him react the way you want him to.

“Your hand is so very small, isn’t it?”

“Grrrr…”

He didn’t bother hiding his true personality around you considering you didn’t make an effort to hide yours. He gets to see the worst of you, you get to see the worst of him. Sometimes it gets to the point where Epel can’t control himself. Not even Vil can tick him off this much.

“Wouldja just’ stop?!”

“Why would I ever do that—“

SMACK

You froze for a second and held your cheek. “Oh wow, you really just did that.” You said with an amused smile.

But when you two aren’t showing aggression, people say you’re a good combo.

“Epel and MC are a perfect match!”

“True, they look like really good friends!”

Epel’s soft, quiet boy appearance and your nice, angelic personality makes it appear so, apparently… (Yall can be enemies to lovers if y’all would just work it out)

Idia Shroud

Eek! He’s officially scared of you. He is naturally distrusting and suspected your kindness was nothing but an act but for once he was right? It even shocked him. But no matter what you say, it can’t hurt him. He already degrades himself.

“You never leave your room, how does a robot have more a social life than you?” You snarled at him. But no response. You were put off by this and crossed your arms.

“Yes…”

“Huh?”

“You’re right. I don’t have a social life. But… please say more!!”

“W-What the?!”

He actually loves the way you speak to him. He admires how you can so confidently talk down on people. People also tend to like you even with your rude personality. Teach him your ways!

“Sadist, please teach me how to be like you! Teach me how to be confident but likable!!”

“I-I-I have to go.” You said as you ran off. You nearly tripped.

People are difficult, and he ends up being rude because he doesn’t know how to react, leading to people disliking him. But you’re rude and people still love you!!

He sometimes finds himself stalking you. He’s painfully obvious about it and always makes you stop what you’re doing.

“I studied all night and still only got a 55/60… What did you get Ace?”

“I got a 55 too, Deuce here got 47!”

“Hey! I studied hard too!”

“Maybe next time we should study together?”

“N-No that’s ok. We’ll get Riddle to help us!”

“Aw that’s uh— uhhh…” You quickly cut yourself off as you heard someone muttering loudly behind you. You didn’t want to turn your head but you already knew who it was.

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Operation Croissant

Dear Mr. Hauser,

Hi it’s Robin Buckley, you know your favorite student, or well I guess you probably already knew that based on the envelope. I get it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken on account that I graduated four years ago, and I refuse to be the student that can’t let go of high school. I barely tolerated it when I was attending. 

The reason I’m writing to you is that I fulfilled my promise, I actually made three friends from good ol’ Hawkins High (bleh) and you would never guess who they are. Are you sitting down? If not you really really should before you continue reading. Okay back to what I was saying, I made three friends for Operation Croissant. 

Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, and um… Steve Harrington. 

You better not be looking smug Mr. Hauser, why do I feel like you’re definitely smirking right now? So yeah, somehow against all my best efforts Steve Harrington is my soulmate. Strictly platonic soulmate. The four of us (and I got permission to reveal this information I promise) are fellow friends of Dorothy. It’s okay take your time to process that, I sure did. I have a sneaking suspicion that you may have already known about me, and Eddie insists that you must have known about him. Subtle isn’t really his style. 

There was so much stuff about high school and life I was missing, and I never cared about until our lunches. For a long time I thought I was going to live this life alone. I didn’t think that this little group was an option for someone like me, like us. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I’m dating the girl of my dreams, she’s so smart, doesn’t care that I ramble a bunch of nonsense when I’m nervous, she is the most badass, beautiful woman in the world, and I found her here in Hawkins of all places. Then there’s Eddie who I know looks like that but he genuinely is the sweetest dude ever, I really wish he could’ve been there for our chats, the kid just needed anyone to confide in, to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he wasn’t alone either. He’s smart too, smarter than what those teachers ever gave him credit for. Now for my Stevie, yeah he was an asshole back in school, but I watched him turn into the biggest dork of the twentieth century. We became reluctant parents to seven feral children together. I’m sure you’ve been acquainted with Dustin Henderson and co, for that we are all very sorry, we are working on them. So yeah Steve and I found out we practically share braincells, trauma bonded for life, we’ve both saved each other like at least seventeen different times at this point, but legally I can’t talk about any of those (trust me you don’t even want to know) so yeah Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, sisters for life. We aren’t even the strangest duo in our group, Eddie and Steve are literally boyfriends and it is the weirdest thing that makes the most amount of sense if you saw how they look at each other. Nancy and I on the other hand are classy about our love (this is a lie, we are probably even more disgusting then the guys. But don’t tell Nancy.) 

Whew that was a long winded paragraph, hope it wasn’t too wordy and got my point across that I love these idiots, and if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I ever would have been comfortable enough with myself to find and trust them. I hope you keep finding those kids who don’t feel like they belong. Most of all I hope you are just as happy and fulfilled as the way you helped me to be. Thanks for everything Mr. Hauser.

Eternally grateful,

Robin Buckley

[thatanimewriter]

GUARDED.

➳ request: May I please request headcanons for the Style Five falling in love with a snarky woman who's cynical about love and relationships due to being betrayed and abandoned?

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, hazuki nagisa, ryugazaki rei, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks (rin)

➳ notes: MMMMMMMMM some lovely self projection for me-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

──  𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

honestly, kinda same-

he’s not usually interested in much ROMANCE either

because he’s aloof and unaware

for a while, he thought you guys were on the same page

it was chill, easy to get along

and then the topic of romance came up one time cause nagisa asked

an inward :(( when you said you thought they were a waste of time and that your partner will inevitably leave you, so don’t bother trying

also an inward “who hurt you???”

tried to get closer to you to figure it out 

it does work, because you thought he was similar in thinking 

but he failed to account for the fact that he’d fall in love with you while getting to know you-

so... he’s in a lil bit of a predicament

any advances he thought about making, he just assumed you’d shut him down

but if he didn’t make any moves, then he was worried you thought he didn’t care about you

so how does he find the middle ground???

started with smiles, which you found to be incredibly bonding, because bitch doesn’t smile around anyone else other than makoto

and when he told you he felt free around you

you just knew what he meant

to his surprise, you accepted (after years of friendship) and his weird cryptic way of saying “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU >:((” worked

the happiest you’ve ever seen him in your life

but honestly, it’s the happiest he’s ever seen you and he wanted to take a photo to keep forever

──  𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

i can fix themmm

he wouldn’t say it like that

but his motive is genuinely the whole ‘they deserve love, i’ll show them love’

he noticed you were kinda icky with love

and he thought it was just the usual sorta “love is gross, i’d rather die alone” type of thing

but then he slowly started figuring out that there was another reason

and he felt the intense urge to try to show you that not everyone will rip your heart out if you date them

it was normal for makoto to be sweet, but you were kinda weirded out when he didn’t stop after a week

people aren’t like this, at least the people you’ve been with aren’t

you warmed up to him eventually because you realised makoto had not a single bad bone in his body

and the first time you smiled at him for real, he was a goner

soul has left the building because it just suits you so much, it’s cute ;v;

he continued to act normal because you’d only just gotten used to him being nice

and he wanted to gradually get you used to being cared for, because only then did he think he could confess and you would take it seriously

when you found that out, you were very shocked, but also it was touching

you asked him why it took so long if it’d been years of pining and then just stood in silence by his answer

he could see the gears turning in your head and he was a bit worried you’d reject him

but you gently took his hand in yours awkwardly

because a healthy relationship is new and super foreign to you

but it’s ok

he’ll wait for you no matter what :))

──  𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

he doesn’t realise

he’s oblivious to this fact

he just knows he wants to give you all his love

and he never took your initial rejection to heart

because haru’s like that too

until he saw you practically death staring this couple across the yard

and he asked about it because he has no filter

gave you a big hug when you said somethin really negative about love and relationships

probably cried for you

that probably gave you a bit of a wake up call because no ex of yours had felt that much empathy in their lives

you got closer after that because that sure was a way to show that someone cared-

and nagisa is a very touchy person, so he inevitably got you used to the feeling of being loved again by total accident

he never showed it

but he was nervous to confess to you in case you’d rope him in with your ex or exes

he wanted you to know he was there for you and he wasn’t going to leave any time soon

but his impulse control is so small he ended up blurting it out anyway

you looked at him like ._.

and he just stared back like :))

he reached into his bag and gave you a little plushie that you knew he had that you’d said you really liked

and that was when you knew he was serious serious because he GAVE YOU HIS PLUSHIE???

also you have no clue how nagisa managed to get into your life so much, but you wouldn’t take it back for anything

──  𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

love is INCOMPREHENSIBLE to him

so while you’re closed off

he’s just having his first ever crush and he doesn’t know what to do-

of course he picked up on the fact you werent a fan of romance

but he thought it was more of an “i don’t need to see y’all make out in front of me” 

and less of a “relationships are nothing but pain and misery.”

awkward blinking

because he’s had absolutely no romantic involvement with anyone, and now he’s got a bit of a challenge

mission: make you believe in love again while also try to figure it out for himself has begun

anddddddd

he’s confused

your colder opinions of love really struck something in him for whatever reason

a lot of it in a way helped him realise that you’d been majorly hurt before

and he knew he wasn’t the most romantic person, so a lot of research had to be done to make you understand his feelings were genuine

it didn’t go the way he wanted to though

he borrowed books from the library about romance

they were very clinical, but the thought was there

and then you caught him reading them and you were about to ask what they were for until you saw one about abusive and toxic relationships

and you knew what they were for, or rather, who they were for

rei was very embarrassed and was going to ask if you would accept his feelings, but you quickly pecked his cheek and promptly ran away

guess he got his answer (he was smiling like a madman the rest of the day)

──  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

well suck it up, i guess

that’s not gonna stop him

he’ll continue to shove himself where he doesn’t belong until he inadvertently belongs 

found your thoughts about romance really weird

because as much as he’s such an edgelord, he’s a hopeless romantic

he wants to fall in love, do cutesy things like stargaze on the roof of his house, cuddle

because lord knows he needs the cuddles

so he just gave you cuddles to maybe make you feel better about romance

which was an odd move considering you weren’t dating and weren’t even on first name basis

and he wasn’t shocked at your negative reaction to the affection

but at the same time he was like >:(((( at the person or people who made you like this

and he also felt the intense need to be the one who would prove you wrong

this was now a COMPETITION

he was gonna fucking DESTROY your ex or exes (metaphorically) 

and he was gonna be the one to show you what love actually is

he had planned a massive thing to confess to you, but guess what the bitch did when you got there

he cried.

bawled his eyes out while telling you everything he loves about you and everything he feels about you

it was funny in hindsight, but you also cried because you just weren’t expecting the honesty

you gave him a hug first after he finished

and that’s how you got roped into a cuddling session on the school lawns-

[saltminerising]

re: post/734821757300686848/

i'd like to state that there's also a difference in content having racist themes / tropes / negative stereotypes / etc. in it, vs. the people themselves being racist. i feel like that is an important distinction to make. you can absolutely accidentally write in racist content without being racist yourself. mistakes happen. staff is doing what they can to fix their errors; in fact, they're being very good about being transparent, and trying to amend the problematic content in their story/lore. but calling them "racist" seems a bit too far, and people insisting that they're still just awful people no matter what they do is an unhelpful and dismissive mindset.

yes, they should own up to their mistakes. yes, they should fix or rewrite the lore. this isn't about being "coddled," it's about realizing that perhaps not everyone's intention is to be directly hurtful, dehumanizing, or othering to any type of group. their content can be unintentionally harmful without them being a terrible person who condones racism and the horrible things that ideology stands for. there are people genuinely acting as though staff cannot redeem themselves from this offense, and that's such a negative, vitriolic mindset that does not allow growth, that does not account for the fact that they are people too, who can make mistakes. let people learn without tearing them down in the process. that doesn't help. if anything, it discourages it. positive reinforcement truly goes a long way.

there is not a single person who hasn't accidentally hurt someone else in some way or form. there's nobody who is perfect. does that make you a bad person, who can never recover from what you've done, not ever, despite how hard you try to, despite any effort you may give in rectifying that? i'm not here to say "staff didn't do anything wrong, uwu why are you all bullying them." no. they did do things wrong. but what matters is that they're making efforts to fix those things to the best of their abilities, with the feedback they have gotten from poc voices or those representing them. in light of that, shouldn't we give them the benefit of the doubt, rather than acting like they are the "villain" in this story, some faceless, greedy corporation who cares nothing about the feelings of their userbase? that all they want is money, that they do not take into account criticism? that they meant all that harm and hurt? it is very clear it was not their intention or their goal.

yes, people have every right to be upset and hurt over the story. that is so fair. it is so extremely valid. but... can we advocate for just a little more empathy on both sides here? i just think that calling them "racist" is an oversimplification of a very complex topic. it's not so black-and-white. it's grey, and it's okay to navigate those waters with a critical eye. but it is unnecessary to throw out terms that are so accusatory, and influence people to get riled up. you cannot claim "racist" and "racism" aren't loaded terms that don't immediately cause upset from both sides of the equation when these words are used.

again, i'm not advocating for censorship. or sugar-coating, or coddling, or what have you. i'm personally advocating for empathy above all else. only by fostering open communication can we really understand and grow as a community, rather than doing what we can to dismiss others, throw blame, tear each other down. respect and compassion is the best way to move forwards, from both sides.

for instance, i very recently came across someone on the forums who was using an ableist joke. and so i took the time to privately message them, informing and educating them. no blame. no anger. merely pointing things out in a civil manner in the case they did not know. they took it very well, they edited their post, because they really were just ignorant that it was something hurtful after all. sometimes, a situation can be solved with escalating it further. how would that person have reacted, if i had immediately jumped to calling them ableist instead? it is one thing to say their content is ableist. it is another to point fingers and blame, and say that they are, too. it would've done nothing but hurt them, shut down their want to be better, discouraged them from even trying. perhaps they still would have, even so. but you cannot deny there would have been an amount of hurt that was unnecessary to create in such a situation. does that make sense? (/genuine)

that is all, really. thank you for reading if you did. and if not, that is perfectly fine as well. apologies if i've upset anyone with my words, genuinely. because again, people are right to be hurt and upset. and really, this is my own two cents on the matter, and you are perfectly free to disregard what i've to say. after all, although i am poc myself, i'm but a single person in a sea of many, so i don't expect my words to hold that much weight. it just makes me sad to see everyone so angry and divided on this topic, rather than us all coming to a mutual understanding, as a community, but most of all, as people.

regardless if you disagree or not, i thank you anyways. please, take care of yourselves. and stay safe.

[neon-moon-beam]

I've lost any interest in Submas because of what the fanbase did to Volo, stripped him of all his redeeming qualities to turn him into a Ghetsis clone. And yet no matter how many times I see it, my heart inwardly screams "LOOK HOW THEY MASSACRED MY BOY".

Oh my god yes. Volo has been done dirty so badly by the Submas fandom and other people who enjoy him to the point of it being the default.

Volo is a fairly complex character. He can’t be reduced to “unhinged and will hurt people when given the chance lol” or whatever else the fandom likes to do all for the sake of making things angstier, especially when it comes to Submas. In-game, he’s in more of a grey area and comes off as a character with issues having a bad moment, not an overall bad person. I'd put him somewhere around the same level as Archie and Maxie in terms of how much of a villain he is:

-Not entirely a bad guy, just bad ideas, bad solutions to problems (that might only be a personal problem for him or a select few, we know he had a rough life but we aren’t told how or why, but it has created his entire worldview and motivation)

-Might not have actually followed through with his plan anyway (he does have things he genuinely cares about, and say what you will about salty and rude Togepis in Hisui but he had high enough friendship with one to get a Togekiss)

-His feelings of being wronged in life and wanting to hold someone or something accountable, get answers, maybe an apology or to make things right is a fairly common human experience. He just lives in a world with magical monsters where confronting one with the ability to instantly change things is a definite possibility.

-Unlikely Arceus would have listened to him, Giratina did not want to listen to him (and Giratina is the failsafe when Dialga and Palkia are out of commission), so even though he appeared to have the means to reshape the world, he really did not

-Accepted the player character defeated him, stopped antagonizing, and probably left Hisui to sort out his issues

-Also is NOT responsible for Ingo being in Hisui (I did make a huge in-depth post about how he could have gotten there, and the evidence does NOT stack up in favor of Volo being the cause)

Sometimes it feels like people didn’t interact with PLA in any capacity and just go with whatever the fandom says about these characters, or else just don’t care about canon whatsoever, and that can be really alienating to other fans. Especially when other fans do like the canon characterization and all they can find is ooc depictions, bad takes, and anything else where it's essentially Volo in appearance only.

I know some people have said they never want to see Volo interact with Submas ever again, and I agree. Cr*zytr*inshipping and tr*inwr*ckshipping are built on ableism, the idea that mental illness is “scary”, and grossly mischaracterizing Volo, and at least Emmet (not sure about Ingo because I refuse to bother with content containing these ships or even interactions between these characters).

Volo deserves so much better. I’m sorry fandom spaces are not kind to him.

[marginaletchings]

Personally I feel like the rushed pace of Hazbin is more of an indictment of The Industry of making shows, especially animated ones, rather than of Vivzie and the crew.

There are also some issues I have with some interpretations and expectations people are having, like… Media also has its logistical limitations, especially “alternative” (subversive) media and media spearheaded by women. I personally would much rather they use their time wisely, even if payoff and key character moments aren’t always earned, than waste multiple episodes doing slice of life in an 8-episode season. (Looking at you, Steven Universe.)

I also don’t think y’all understand the limitations of the process of animating (in terms of time, manpower, budget, etc) —but also of how they may not have been able to get signed on with A24 and Amazon if they didn’t have big name actors going with it.

Y’all act like this is just Vivienne stomping around being a mean old Karen, when in reality, that is not how creative productions work. There is so much we don’t know but everyone is content to condemn the series largely based on emotional reactions, assumptions and too often, bad faith. It’s not even done airing yet.

Hazbin Hotel has its flaws—cram packed pacing being the main one—but as a huge fan of animated shows, who grew up in the 90s, to me it is a damn breath of fresh air. Do I wish they’d stop and just let us feel something more often? Sure! I’m sure Viv and the crew do too, if Helluva Boss is anything to go by.

Criticism of a creative work is valid, but only when it takes into account how that thing is actually made and most importantly, the context in which it exists. If you ignore those two things, your criticism is always going to ring hollow and come off as shallow and uninformed.

Shockingly, opinions aren’t always constructive criticism, and some folks seem to have missed that distinction.

EDIT: Would also kindly like to add that as a survivor of SA, abuse, depression, Husk and Angel’s song in ep 4 did not come across as victim blaming to me. Self pity and self hatred lie at the root of self destruction, and no matter how much you’ve earned the right to sit in that mire, admitting that you’re in a fucked up place is the first step toward acceptance and the path to healing. When you’ve been hurt, you grieve, and Angel was in a stage of denial and depression.

Sometimes, the only way to break through that powerful fog is for someone to tell you, yeah, shit is fucked up and you’re an absolute disaster, but you are not alone and I am here with you. I personally would rather have someone just be honest with me instead of spouting some saccharine nonsense. People always talk about how there’s a better place beyond what I’ve walked through, but I hated that, because it offered no honest assessment or comfort for me while I was still in the thick of it.

You can be so hurt that you’re lost in the pain and misery and you lose the perspective you need to hold onto any kind of hope. Husk offered him that hope, and without engaging in the Suffering Olympics. He was open and straightforward and genuine. No more bullshit.

And Angel doesn’t need bullshit, he needs honesty and people that care about him, who will be there through whatever comes next.

But that? That’s just my opinion.

[heterochromicnachos]

Serious post, please respond appropriately and respectfully in comments, tags, and reblogs.

The treatment of autistic people on the internet and autism in general is something that has been bugging me for months, and I am entirely disgusted with how people treat them.

Important things to know

Autism is something you are born with, and is not something that develops. It is not a disease, a virus, or anything contagious. It cannot be corrected, as there is nothing to correct. The development happens in the womb, and it is not the parent’s fault that their child is autistic. Main point, it CANNOT. CAN. NOT. be caused by vaccines.

Autism is a spectrum. Autistic people are like snowflakes, as no two are alike. Each autistic person is unique in their own way.

Autistic people can experience sensory overloads, where they are so overwhelmed that they shut down. How they shut down varies. This can occur in going nonverbal, having a meltdown, and much more.

Autistic people are not always disabled or unable to speak. Remember, autism is a spectrum. The people with the abilities to talk and speak are referred to as a high-functioning Autistic. The people who have difficulties with the previously mentioned things are not high functioning, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t autistic.

Now. Let’s talk about why this post exists.

It has recently come to my attention that a tiktok account is posting their daughter’s breakdowns to the platform. You heard me correctly, they are putting their child’s sensory overloads and vulnerable moments ONLINE. and they are essentially painting their child as a bad kid, when in reality they’re just autistic.

One such TikTok occurs on a Christmas, from the looks of it. The captions claim the child is upset because they didn’t get what they wanted for Christmas. While yes, that can warrant a meltdown, it’s a difference from a breakdown. Thw mother is sitting and recording this while the father antagonizes the child, taunting them. The child then goes to start hitting the adult, which causes them to THROW the child into the couch, from where the child begins to violently hurt themselves.

This is not the effect of an unruly child. This is the effect of a child being overwhelmed to the point of not understanding what’s happening anymore and is trying to take out their emotions in any way possible. And the reactions of the parents, recording a child SELF HARMING HERSELF and did NOTHING. I am genuinely livid, and I have the overwhelming urge to find that child’s parents and literally beat sense into them. (I will not act upon this urge, however.)

Upon further investigation of the video, every single adult present is recording this child having an overstimulated breakdown, and no one is doing anything to help. This isn’t dealing with an unruly child, this is borderline ABUSE.

These videos aren’t spreading awareness, they are demonizing their child and their mental difference all for the purpose of clout.

The next topic is the use of autism as an insult and a slur.

People have begun use the phrase “autistic” to essentially the same effect as the word “retarded.” They believe they can use a word to entirely make an opponent’s argument crumble because “they don’t know what they’re saying, they’re stupid.”

It pisses me off that people think this is okay. But the minute I make fun of someone’s depression to the same effect achieved with the “autistic” argument, I’m suddenly the bad guy. Yes, making fun of their depression is not nice, but the fact that making fun of someone’s autism is perfectly fine makes me want to scream.

Finally, the representation of autism in media and online.

Autism is basically the laughingstock of mental differences. People use it as an excuse to not get vaccinated. (Even I, with a severe fear of needles to the point of growing faint thinking about them, has to get vaccinated. We are attempting to find a way to get me vaccinated anyway) They use it to make others irrelevant, and they use it to make the younger generations look stupid, claiming it didn’t exist until we made it up.

Autism has continued to get a bad rep, and I needed to get all of this information into the world. The more people know about this mental difference, the better we can help he children with autism.

Thank you for reading.

[sillystardew]

I haven't seen this before but I thought it was a cute idea, so if you like it i'd love to see it written

My prompt is the farmer being good with kids and genuinely enjoys spending time with Jas, so they agree to keep an eye on her when Shane is out of town for therapy or something (and for sone reason Marnie can't).

Cue Shane coming back and seeing Jas curled up on top of the farmer, both of them asleep on the couch after watching a movie or in a blanket fort or something, and Shane instantly having a "Fuck, I love them" moment.

The scenario could take place while they're dating, already married, or while they're still friends and this is the moment he realizes he's in love with them, i'll leave that up to you.

I'm usually an angsty mf living for the pain but tbh I just want Shane to be happy lol

Thank you!!

AGHH yes i love this prompt!! I think i saw it once or twice over on Ao3, its such a cute one!!

Gender neutral reader 🦇

-Shane spends a lot more time with Jas than he did before he started going sober, which now includes picking her up from school and hanging out with her on the weekends and during festivals

-He wants to make sure this kid has a good life. She had a rough start, and he doesn’t want to be another reason for her to feel miserable.

-so, when the day comes that Marnie’s busy and he can’t take care of her, he’s a little stumped.

-normally he would have left her with Vincents mom, but he knows she’s busy today, so who else can help take care of her?

-Well.. the farmer’s not too busy today, right? Maybe she can hang out on the farm? After all, she always talks about all the pretty plants the farmer is growing.

-He asks her, and Jas is ECSTATIC. Jas was super shy when she first met the farmer, but now she loves talking about all the fun things they do and how she wishes she could hang out with them. And now she CAN?!

-She’s hopping and skipping the whoooole way there.

-He knows you wouldn’t do anything stupid with a kid around, so he trusts you to watch her while he heads into the city for his therapist appointment.

-He decides he’s probably going to pick something up in the city to bring back for you two, like food or a game

-anyway! You and Jas are gonna have so much fun :))) I imagine she probably likes to make jewelry (kandi-style or rainbow loom!) so you guys can just hang out at the house and make cute little crafts

-She really likes movies, so you also watch a few of those. You aren’t really sure how long Shane will be gone, so you pick out quite a few

-You two eventually fall asleep on the ground in front of the tv, surrounded by blankets, pillows, and any other soft thing you could find. Your pet is curled up right alongside you two in a big cuddle pile :)

-When Shane gets back and nobody answers the door, he guesses you probably took her out to explore somewhere. He knows you keep the door unlocked though, so he walks in to set down the things he bought, and-

-Oh. My. God.

-He thinks he can feel his pupils dilate when he sees you two passed out on the floor in a little puddle of blankets. Is he crying? Are those tears?

-Takes a moment to compose himself - he literally can’t handle how adorable this is. Why is his heart fluttering? What is going on??

-He turns the tv down since it’s still running, and in the process accidentally wakes up Jas, who immediately glomps him.

“Uncle Shane!!”

“Yoba, kid, keep it down!”

-Her jumping around wakes you up, obviously

-He immediately starts thanking you and apologizing for taking so long

-You’re like, half asleep. You dont process any of it

-after you wave them off and they start heading home (with Jas rambling the whole way about what you two did) he kind of just feels a dawning “oh, shit.”

-lets just say he didn’t get the recommended hours of sleep that night

(If anyone wants this turned into a proper fic and not just this bulletin-style type of writing, let me know! Im thinking of starting an Ao3 account for a shane fic I’ve been working on, so I need other things to post on there too ❤️)

[afloralrib]

Look, I love Alastair, I really do, and I hope he gets everything from life, because that’s what he deserves. However, I’m not fond of the way some people in this fandom use Alastair’s past and traumas as an excuse to bash on Thomas. Because, guess what? Not only does Thomas deserve everything from life too, but he’s also a fucking human being.

I’m sorry if this is going to upset people, because I know it all comes from a genuine place of love and care for Alastair, but it really needs to be said.

People like Alastair and Grace have objectively had the most difficult lives, which makes it easier to sympathize with them. That’s great. But it shouldn’t stop us from considering how their actions affected other people.

In Grace’s case, it’s easy to sympathize while still holding her accountable because her actions were far more severe. In Alastair’s, it’s difficult to hold him accountable for anything - I really don’t - because his actions weren’t meant to have any consequences, and he only intended to protect himself.

He made up and spread some very nasty rumours, sure. But he did what he did to survive the abusive environment he was in, and he didn’t mean for anyone to be hurt.

Plus, it’s not like Matthew and James didn’t do much worse with all the insults and jibes they threw at him, literally for no good reason.

That’s what the whole ordeal at the Academy was about. It’s not what Alastair and Thomas’s relationship is about, though.

What happened in CoI broke me too, especially because we’re used to Thomas being the only person to get Alastair. To have that taken away was honestly heartbreaking. But while Thomas generally gets Alastair, he doesn’t know everything about him. Understanding that Alastair was hurt because his father didn’t show up at the Academy only gives Thomas one part of the picture.

If that isn’t enough, we’re literally talking about an eighteen-years-old who’s just lost his sister. Context shouldn’t act as a justification, but it is important. 

And I mean, how would you react if, on top of everything else, you just found out that the person you love was responsible for something that hurt your family? What if you already thought that you should’ve prevented your sister’s death, and suddenly realized this was yet another thing you couldn’t shield her from?

Cut Thomas some slack.

He still needs to make amends, and I get being worried about that because CC’s track record with this kind of thing is bad. But just like Alastair’s personality, intentions, and feelings aren’t into question, Thomas’s shouldn’t be either.

So, stop holding my son to impossible standards that apply just to him, please and thank you.

[rafesmuse]

I don’t get why people hate on people who don’t deserve it Elaine has done horrible things and pretending like she hasn’t is insane to me not only is she racist said the n word plus played Nazi vs Jew beer pong shes also made cutting her wrists jokes she’s been exposed on all social media accounts expect maybe ig actually no ig as well for being racist Pinterest showed her liking slut shaming photos and pro life photos on her she would comment on fics about jj and get mad when people would say they were uncomfortable both her and Rudy block and unadd comments about her being racist on ask.fm account she was exposed for being a bully she still acts like a mean girl also I really don’t care but what people think videos of her and Rudy that have come out looks like she’s pulling him and if you think that man doesn’t look drained asf now it’s not about thinking they have a chance with him at all cause they know they don’t it’s about how her actions effect people and all the people defending her saying treating her like a normal human we are normal people get called out all the time proof is all over social media also the whole Madison and Elaine thing that happened Elaine posted the your confused I’m fucking confused on ig then deleted it after people saw it and posted a pic pretending she was in nc then someone did the thing where you can see what day it was taken and it was taken weeks ago and Odessa is a Zionist so if these two girls are people you willing support that says more about you then then the “pick me girls” who are actually just calling them out on what they’ve done no one thinks they have a chance with any of those guys plus proof of how horrible they are is all over the internet

gonna reply under the cut. bear with me.

you obviously did not get my point. i was talking about the girls thinking they know rudy and drew and everything about their lives and think they have a say in who they date or not, acting like they’re their mothers and taking it way too far with invading their privacy.

yes, i completely agree with calling people out when they do horrible things. but acting like you’re in their inner circle saying that they’re a bad influence or ‘draining him’ like please. he is not a baby, he is a grown man. if there was something bothering him in the relationship, i’m sure he would communicate that with her like a mature person, and that’s not up to anyone else, especially not outsiders they don’t even know. i genuinely do not understand why people base their entire relationship off some videos and pics. like how do you even think that is a real representation of them

what i also don’t understand is why people are so obsessed with them. if they’ve done bad things, fine call them out and hold them accountable, but be for real, aren’t there bigger problems in your life? it just baffles me that the people saying they hate them are also the ones following them and keeping track of them 24/7 like how does that work. that’s just an obsession. move on with your life. they’re not gonna break up because some random person on the internet told them to

and please, you’ve got to admit that there are plenty of girls hating on elaine and odessa just out of jealousy. we can all see it.

also, i am not defending their actions, at all. i didn’t even know about them, actually. why? because i have better things to do than obsess over every single part of rudy and drew’s life.

all in all, there’s a difference between holding someone accountable and hating and obsessing over them. besides, drew’s and rudy’s private lives is just a line you shouldn’t cross, in my opinion. like i said, they’re actors doing their job. that does not mean their private lives are any of your business.

edit: also i dont know why you think i support them. my whole point is, why are people so obsessed with their lives. i never said i supported them or their actions, because i simply don’t care.

[eggbunni]

Hello! You can call me Eggbunni. It’s nice to “meet” you. 👋

TL;DR: People have been spreading disgusting rumors about me and trying to make you believe things about me that aren’t true. I do not stand by racism, bigotry, do not want to completely erase innocent groups of people from the planet, and anyone who says otherwise about me has never had a personal conversation with me to verify my truths. Anyone who hates entire groups of innocent people can, as the French say, suck a dick. And anyone trying to convince you that I’m one of them, or support that ideology, can also suck a fat one, as they are part of the cyber bullying problem.

I don’t know where to begin. I guess I’ll start with … I’m Asian American. I’ve been internet famous for most of my life. And I’m a 35 year old wife, artist, and writer. I helped pioneer the blogosphere back when I was just a teenager (y’know, back before the internet was “cool”, and we could say whatever we wanted online with zero consequence because our parents had no idea how to use computers). Back then, I didn’t go by Eggbunni. And even back then, as a 14 year old girl with access to a computer and Xanga, manic cyber bullies obsessed with terrorizing people online existed. And those same mentally unwell cyber bullies obsessed with me then continue to obsess over me today, trying to strip me of my livelihood, my friends, gathering people against me as part of their own twisted enjoyment, and genuinely hoping I kill myself.

My cyber bullies, for years, have created multiple fake accounts to stalk me, try and befriend my friends to get more information about me, follow everyone I follow to seem like a normal person before saying, “Did you hear about XYZ” to slander me, and work tirelessly to ruin any livelihood I try and carve out for myself. They’ve doxxed my address, have reached out to my now-husband’s extended family, stalked both my siblings and my parents, and have been writing disgusting things about me online for well over a decade now — and I’m done being silent about it. I’m done being their quiet punching bag.

This is my story. I shouldn’t need to defend myself against cyber bullies. No one should. But this is the unfortunate reality of the internet. Please stand with me against cyber bullying and the people who do it.

My Story:

I’ve always created content about whatever I’m interested in at the moment. Art, video games, makeup, fashion, tech; my interests, like any normal person, continue to grow and change. And because my focus has always been to create beautiful things no matter the topic, my “influence” in whatever sphere I chose to tackle always grew with me. My cyber bullies attacked me for that, too. They called it “redefining myself” and rolled their eyes whenever I discovered something new and exciting, gate-keeping anything I felt eager to explore.

Career-wise, phew.

My history is long.

My blog work was discovered by an internet dating company when I was 20-something. I was immediately hired to work full time covering love and relationships in the city. I then moved on to tech reporting and journalism covering social media in the startup world of Silicon Valley, and I used that experience to transition into Marketing and PR. This lead to me heading Communications and Advertising teams, launching several successful companies (many of which went on to raise millions), and garnering several awards for my creative work. My cyber bullies, of course, addicted for years now to tearing me down, worked tirelessly to spread lies about the truth of my work, attributing my success to me being “pretty”, while in the same breath, picking apart the way I looked and calling me “ugly”.

During a low point in my life and swayed by the “free the nipple” movement, I table-flipped on my career and started modeling. If so many people were offended by me being pretty, I thought, I may as well embrace it. Photographers (not always professional or innocent) were quick to work with me, validating my mindset. Eventually, (and regrettably), this lead to me having an OnlyFans. Now … I made some amazing modeling friends during this time who I’m still close with today and who I support (and cheer on) in their choices. Not because I would do them myself again, but because I believe everyone has the right to do what they want with their life as long as their actions aren’t hurting others. And also, because they are genuinely some of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and I think of them fondly and with love. Obviously, during this time, my cyber bullies enjoyed tearing me down for this as well.

This is where my politics come in. Politics are something I’ve never brought up as a stationery content influencer because it’s not something I feel matters in the world of washi tape and stickers, which I go to as an escape and as something that makes me happy. However, as it is the most recent source of hate-fueling fodder for my cyber bullies, I feel I have no choice but to discuss my short foray into political journalism.

I used to be liberal. I was especially liberal during my modeling days. But today, my politics lean conservative libertarian, and I’m technically registered as an Independent.

Challenged by conservative friends and family to independently research the things I’d been told by the news about how “all conservative people are racist bigots who hate gays and support Nazis”, I felt compelled. Compelled as a blogger, a content creator, and as a journalist/writer. Mainly because, as someone who’d developed an internet following and spent more than half my life facing unfounded attacks by cyber bullies spreading lies about me and convincing random people that I was somehow evil or not to be trusted, I empathized with this group of people who I’d admittedly never met, never spoken to, nor bothered to try and understand. I was just as bad as my cyber bullies, I thought, if I didn’t even attempt to understand these so-called “Nazis”.

Let me preface this by saying, because I’m certain some of you must be clutching your pearls in shock: I do not stand by racism, bigotry, do not want to completely erase innocent groups of people from the planet, and anyone who says otherwise about me has never had a personal conversation with me to verify my truths. Anyone who hates entire groups of innocent people can, as the French say, suck a dick. I am not a hateful person. And I’d argue, this lack of hatred in my heart is what lead me to approach these people to begin with.

Like any other hobby or exciting new thing I was eager to learn about, I donned my academic hat and began to research. I spoke directly with the “Nazis”. I spoke directly with the “Bigots”. Was I scared? Oh yeah. I thought, as a person of color, they’d immediately hate me. I thought, these people hate immigrants (my parents are legal immigrants to the United States), and this terrified me. But when I discovered that most of these people (many who, shocking for me to discover, were immigrants, people of color, or LGBTQ themselves) were being bullied by the government and news cycle, slandered despite their own lack of hatred, and used as pawns in a disgusting game of politics, I was incensed. Mostly because I’d been lead to believe that anyone who wasn’t a Democrat was evil. And from the several sought out personal interactions I’d actually had, I knew this wasn’t true.

During all this, my cyber bullies had a field day. They stalked and attacked my friends, my family, reached out to companies I’d worked with, people I knew, slandering me and building on the manic list of falseties they’d already pinned to their psychotic stalker wall of Eggbunni photos.

I became a journalist again. This time, in my own right. Rather than relying on the news or the internet to tell me how to feel about people I’d never met, I gathered the equipment and experience I’d amassed creating content throughout my long creative career and set out to publish the truths I was discovering. I attended “dangerous” activist events and interviewed the people there, asking them why they’d come, how they felt, and published their stories for my following. I spoke with elderly immigrants as bombs and bottles of glass were being thrown at them by leftist extremists who deemed them “traitors”, young people of color who came to these “dangerous events” to experience them for themselves, and trans political activists. Everything I created was with the intent to unite people and show that we don’t have to be a divided populace, and my work (and the understandably polarizing nature of it) grabbed attention. Eventually, supporters of my work sent funding that helped fly me around the United States to cover more events in person and expose the lies the media had been feeding us about innocent people.

Let’s pause.

None of this is to say that all people on the right or left are innocent. This isn’t to say that there aren’t violent extremists on both sides that we should be wary of. And this isn’t to say that only good people exist in the world and we can all hold hands la-dee-da. Merely that there is a peaceful middle ground, on which I happily walk, that accepts people of all beliefs and tries to bridge the divide.

Of course, nowadays, we’re not allowed to take the middle ground. We’re not allowed to hear from both sides and find things in common. We’re not allowed to speak to the accused. Why, when cancelling is so much easier? But, and this should be obvious, anyone who preys on your emotions and bullies you into taking sides should always be questioned before they are given free reign over your thoughts and reactions.

I share all of this with you not because I think everyone deserves to know my story, one I find deeply personal and hurtful, but because I feel I deserve a part in my own narrative. Because I deserve to have a voice. Because throughout the years, lies have been spread about me, my family, and everything I’ve literally ever published online, no matter how innocent or well-intended. And I know I’m not the only one.

I challenge you to ask yourself before you believe any rumor that has been spread about me: Has something ever been said about you that isn’t true? Have we ever personally had a negative interaction? Have I attacked you personally in any way? Is it possible that innocent people are slandered every day, sometimes to manic extremes, by people not always with the best intentions?

For my part, I will continue to explore this world with a hope-filled and childlike heart, because I’m not a victim, and I won’t allow other people to define me. And yes, I will continue to try and bridge the divide so many sinister bad actors are pathetically working to widen.

And please. Can we keep politics out of fountain pens, inks, and stationery? I don’t care what your beliefs are. And just because people like my photography, or enjoy my content, doesn’t mean they support every single thing I believe, and vice versa. Any brand I work with isn’t saying they support everything any influencer discusses (although again, for the third time, I do not support racism, bigotry, or hatred, regardless of how anyone wants to twist my words).

Mostly retired from a public lifestyle, I’d simply like to politely continue enjoying my fountain pens, stationery, washi tape, and art, free from all the ugliness I’ve witnessed. Although I’m sure my cyber bullies will enjoy freshly gatekeeping these things and find a way to twist that around as well.

Thank you for reading, and have a blessed day. 🙏

My DMs are open.