#(I do know and it’s that I’m too attached to rebels lol)

[mintmentos]

Baby kanan baby hera and baby chopper? I’m obsessed

[rivatar]

First ever post!! 🫶🏼

Hey y’all!! I’m wanting to start writing Avatar fics, mainly smut (lol). Please don’t be too harsh but I’m open for suggestions and tell me what you think!! I don’t really know what I’m doing haha. And also I wanna start doing requests so lmk!

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Pairing: Dilf¡Jake Sully x omatikaya reader (22)

Warnings: MDNI 🛑, SMUT, age gap, getting caught in the act, p in v, cursing, dirty talk, virgin reader, i think that’s it?

Synopsis: you’re urged to ask your best friend Neteyam to be your mate since the pairing seems beneficial, he denies you and his dad shows you what you deserve ;). Porn with plot.

Word count: 2.6k

Next part!

You were Neteyam’s best friend ever since childhood. For as long as you can remember, you and him were attached at the hip practically. Born on the same year and the first child to your families, you two had a lot in common that resulted in a very close bond. You could tell him anything and he could tell you anything. It was nice having someone to relate to who also happened to be funny, smart, talented, and charming. You’ve always loved Neteyam and he loved you, as friends.

However, as time went on and the two of you grew up, expectations became harsher and duties were falling in line. You’re now both 22 and things have changed now that you’re adults. Taking responsibility in the Omatikaya clan is a right of passage, it’s about showing that you now agree to give your all to the people around you just like all Na’vi are expected to do once they reach a certain age.

Neteyam is going to be the next Olo’eyktan, the most important duty of all along with the Tsahik. You were decently good at hunting and could hold your own, but you were also best friends with Kiri and spent many hours with her and Moat, learning healing skills.

You always knew Neteyam would have to chose a mate once the time came, but you never thought much about it and you were both platonic and never looked at him in a romantic way. You know he didn’t look at you that way either. But once you both turned 21, you had to admit to yourself that he was quite breathtaking in his fully grown adult form. He’s now grown into a strong and healthy man, with broad, muscular shoulders and is as tall as his dad, the present Olo’eyktan.

Today, as you were chopping some food in your hut, you heard a knock by the entrance. “Come in!”, and with that Jake, Neytiri, and Moat approach you with smiling faces. You didn’t expect to see them so you stop what you’re doing and bow your head, signaling “I see you” to them. They return the gesture and Moat speaks up, “My child, we have a very important proposition to bring you.” You nod as in saying to continue, then Neytiri joins in, “Y/n, we know you are a very responsible and nice girl. We also know that you have been steadily learning Tsahik duties with Moat and Kiri over the past few years. We have come here to say we think it would be best for you and Neteyam to be mates and the next leaders for the clan.” she beams.

You don’t know what you were expecting them to say but it wasn’t this. You chuckle nervously and shift in your place. “But Neteyam is my best friend. And anyways I don’t know if he would agree to this, have you brought it up with him?” Jake steps up and says “No, he doesn’t know yet because we were hoping you could tell him and it could be more natural. So it doesn’t seem like we’re forcing you guys or arranging it. It we try to force it, he might rebel. You think you could talk to him? He needs to pick a mate as soon as possible and we know you two get along great.”

You began to feel a bit dizzy and held onto the table beside you. You didn’t want to tell them no, how could you tell them no? So you meekly nodded and said “I will talk to Neteyam later when he gets back from hunting.” Neytiri hugged you and said “I would be honored to have you as my daughter-in-law!” You returned the hug and gave her a weak smile. You felt sick. They said they’re goodbyes and left you with your thoughts.

After 2 hours in your hut thinking on this, you decided you were actually really lucky to be chosen to mate with Neteyam. He was handsome and of course you loved him, so why not? All the girls in the village talk about how much they’d love to mate with him, but only one can be chosen. You had butterflies in your stomach and a newfound confidence as you left your hut, setting out to find Neteyam.

After a few minutes, you rounded a corner and seen the man himself. He looked tired and worn out, but you knew this had to be discussed now. You walk up to him and put your hand on his arm and say “can we talk for a minute? In private?” He lifts an eyebrow but nods his head, slightly concerned something was wrong. You two walk over to the forest, where the chatter of the village can only be heard in the distance. You take a deep breath and just say it, “Neteyam, it’s time for you to chose a mate. I don’t know how you feel about the other girls in the clan but I’ve been practicing Tsahik duties and we already have a bond…” you look at him like he should be able to get your meaning but he just gives you a confused look. So you spit it out, “Neteyam, I think we should be mates.”

His eyes widen and mouth drops a little. Your heart is pounding but you understand the initial shock. He nervously lets out a chuckle and says “But y/n, we are just friends… did you think we were something more?” Your heart drops and mouth dries up. Hot anger boils up in your blood at the embarrassment and denial. “N-no, I know we’re friends now but our duties are changing. We have to do what’s best for the clan’s future.” He looks around and says “but I can’t mate with you, I don’t see you in that way”, he gives you a look of pity and now you are livid. “Why not? Am I not pretty enough for you??” “No, I mean you could make yourself prettier but that’s not the only reason why…” he trails off and your mouth hangs all the way down. Tears flood your eyes and you bolt off. In the background you hear him yell, “Y/n, don’t do this!”

You run through the village, covering your face while crying. You felt so much shame and hurt. You burst into your hut and fling yourself onto the bed, wetting it with your tears. You couldn’t believe he outright denied you. You weren’t the prettiest girl, sure, but you most certainly weren’t the ugliest either! You should’ve never agreed to this or even dreamed it could happen. He could get any girl he wants, why would he pick you?

Night was closing in and you shivered under your covers. You dried up your tears but still felt the sting in your heart at the betrayal. Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door. You’re facing the wall and muster out “who is it?” with no enthusiasm. Much to your surprise, it’s Jake. You scramble out of the sheets and sit on the edge of the bed to then stand up and bow your head and gesture your hand, “ma Olo’eyktan”.

He throws his hand up as if brushing that gesture away, “no need for all the formalities, sweetie.” You nod and slightly smile to be polite. You loved his fatherly way of speaking. You then remember everything that happened earlier and that he probably found out about you being rejected. “I heard what happened and I just want to apologize on behalf of my son. He’s a dumbass” he says bluntly. The human curse catches your attention.

He sits down on the bed next to you. You choke out “I’m so sorry. I thought it could work but I guess I’m not good enough for him. He is probably so used to me by now that he sees nothing special.” A single year rolls down your cheek. Jake slowly shook his head and touched your thigh and your eyes meet his. His eyes are filled with pity for you but also something else, something like hunger. You tingle under his touch.

“You’re a special girl, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, the stupid skawng. If it were me and I were your age, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you…” he purrs.

The atmosphere changes and you heat up all over. You’ve always thought Jake was a hot dad but you assumed he wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, especially since he has Neytiri.

He slowly rides his hand up your thigh to your most sensitive area. You gasp at the sudden intrusion but don’t stop him. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Let me make you feel better, honey. I can make you feel real good”, he smirks. You look up at him with doe eyes and can only manage to nod. “I’ll make you forget about Neteyam, that dumb bastard. You’ll only be thinking about my name now, how’s that sound?”

You feel his voice vibrate down to your very core. And quickly you feel needy, with no shame. It had been a terrible day and you wanted nothing more than to just feel better. “Yes please”

That’s all he needs to hear to start going at you. His calloused hands feel heavenly against your soft skin. He rubs you all over in desperate need like he doesn’t know where to even start. Then he crashes his lips on yours. You greedily open your mouth to let him come in and explore. You’ve never felt anyone’s touch before but he was guiding you though it. You started whimpering and whining and he groans to this.

“Have you ever done this before?”, he asks. You slowly shake your head no and feel a bit ashamed that you have no experience. His eyes get wide and he searches your eyes for answers, “you’re telling me no one has loved this pussy before?” and you simply shake your head again, blushing.

“My God.” He’s painfully hard and can’t believe the sweet prize he has in front of him. He reaches his hand down your loincloth and feels your sopping cunt. His eyes dilate and he realizes how pent up you must be. “Baby girl, you should’ve asked for my help a longgg time ago, you need a good dickin down”, he lowly growls.

You bite your lip and clearly look in distress from needing some relief. He kissed your neck and grazes it with his fangs, while kneading on your breasts under your top. Then he finally takes off your top and reveals the precious sight. He just stares, practically drooling. “Look at these perfect tits, all for me.” You whimper in response.

He starts kissing and sucking on your nipples, greedily tasting them as fast as he can. “Jake!”, you whine.

“Yeahhh, that’s right. My name on your pretty lips.”

He then rips off your loincloth. He marvels at your pretty pussy, wanting to open it like a Christmas present. Then he starts lapping on it. He sounded like a starved man, moaning and groaning on your heat like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. “Ohhh my Eywa!”, you moan out.

He sticks one finger in your needy hole and you throw your head back. “Holy fuckkk”, he groans, “such a tight little pussy for me, gonna have to stretch you out, girl.”

You’re a whimpering mess and he adds another finger in. You cry out in ecstasy and move your hips against him to get more pleasure. “Yeahhh baby, that’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, use me for what you need.”

His words only edge you on as you start to feel the coil at the bottom of your stomach. You’re seeing stars and his pace is relentless, he coos at you, “gonna cum for me? I know you want to. Let it out, all over me baby.” And that pushes you over the edge as you spill out moans and a slew of Na’vi curses, to which his ears perk up to.

“Didn’t know you had a dirty mouth? I thought you were a good girl?”, he teases. “Won’t you be a good girl, and take my cock, hm?”

You’re still coming down from your high but you get a burst of energy once he takes his loincloth off and his massive, swollen cock springs up to slap his stomach. You can’t believe how big it is, lengthy and girthy. He just grins at your expression and how you can’t take your eyes off it.

“You like it, huh? You wanna get fucked silly?”, he degrades.

“Mhmmm” is all you can manage to get out.

He towers over you and flips you on all fours. You feel his dick at your entrance and close your eyes, anticipating sharp pain. He slowly goes in and let’s out a long groan, “Shittttttt, feels so fucking good”. You only feel the pain for a minute and feel so full. He bottoms out and slowly slides back out and you moan at the sensation. Then, he starts to pick up a steady pace.

“OHHHH, Jake!!! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can and you are”, he pants. “Taking it so well for me. Keep being a good girl”.

He is absolutely rattling your shit, the sounds of skin slapping and your combined moans and pants filling the small room.

“Such a needy little slut, ain’t that right? Look at you, taking it like a champ. That’s right”, he praises.

He then grabs your braid and pulls you up against him, both still on your knees. He puts one hand on your clit and starts rubbing relentlessly, and the other hand around your mouth because you’re getting loud.

“As much as I love you screaming because of my cock, you don’t want Neteyam or someone to find us like this, hm?” he grunts, still fucking the daylights out of you. To be honest, it gives you a thrill to think of Neteyam seeing his dad fucking you after he rejected you.

You only whimper and bite his hand, as tears are falling out of your eyes now from the overwhelming pleasure. You feel the same coil from earlier rising up, as if you’re about to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing on me, shit you’re gonna make me cum” he pants throwing his head back in pure bliss.

Suddenly you hear shuffling steps at the door like someone just snuck up. You both snap your heads in it’s direction and are faced with Neteyam.

“Dad?!? Y/n?!?”, he shouts.

You freeze a little but are so close to your high you can’t be bothered enough by him. His dad just laughs and says “you see son, this is what you’re missing out on. And boy, does she feel gooddd.”

Neteyam looks horrified but can’t take his eyes off the scene, as if he’s frozen in shock. The blood drains from his face and he just stands there dumbfounded.

“Now watch your old man make a pretty girl cum on his cock. Look at her, she’s cock drunk and just needs that final push.”

He speeds up on your clit and pounds your cervix HARD. “OHHHHH!!!” you moan out.

Jake whispers in your ear, “come on sweet girl, cum on your first ever cock, it’ll feel real nice”, he coos.

And just like that the coil snaps and you feel a hot white rush all over your body. “I’m cumming, cumming, fucking cumminggg” you whine out.

“Yeahhh, that’s it. Making such a pretty mess everywhere”

He lets you ride out your climax and he finishes inside you, “fuckkkk” he moans. You’re both panting trying to regain your breath and strength.

Neteyam still stands at the entryway in shock, unable to get a word out. So much just happened that he can barely process. Seeing you naked and needy under his dad was not what he had planned for today.

“Well son, I can honestly say you fucked up, good luck finding someone better than her.”

[lxmelle]

Gojo Satoru Q&A thoughts.

So these leaked early on X/formerly Twitter, but some of the Japanese are sensitive to spoilers (it’s rather frowned upon) so I didn’t have anywhere to dump my thoughts but here 😅

Spoilers for the GIGA special Gojo Satoru book ahead. (Only a few I wanted to comment on - I’m sure someone would’ve posted all 33 questions and the answers already 😆)

Apparently Gojo looks like he is a cat person but he probably likes dogs. Gege uses a lot of vague/uncertain language here. (I guess he’s making it as if Gojo is a character of his own right and not that he, as the creator, knows everything about.)

My HC: to me it seems, like on the surface, he may appreciate an aloof character, but he probably likes someone loyal and won’t leave him.

Maybe that’s what he is like as well; he as a “dog personality” would be doggedly loyal to one person and, uh, he has a good nose too. Y’knowww… Good nose … for sniffing out the specific cursed energy of his friend Geto Suguru, lol. ����

Honestly, I’d like to think that after this life, they both learned how to be more sensibly and healthily codependent for their next life / in the afterlife.

So: Don’t let Geto run away again Gojo… Geto isn’t the kind of person you can just leave alone. 🥺

And Geto, don’t leave Gojo behind again, he doesn’t think you’re replaceable, so don’t think you’re unwanted or that you need to save Gojo & leave on your own again.

Gojo was born special and was both feared and revered in equal measure. Separated from his parents from a young age he likely didn’t know of friendship and companionship or unconditional love until Geto came along. He didn’t interact with friends because of his status / background. He was brought on missions and his education was pretty strict. Because he was clever, it was probably dull pretty quickly.

He was likely treated like there was always a barrier around him and that he needed to be nurtured as a talent/resource/figurehead without much love as a human being.

Geto was probably one of the first people to see him as Gojo Satoru as well as who he was as a sorcerer. This was probably new to him, and he experienced / felt it enough to feel very attached to Geto. His ease was shown in his carefree, happy attitude and smiling expressions throughout HI.

Gojo probably got away with many things in his childhood as he tried to rebel and have fun. Didn’t have anyone he could stand head to head / toe to toe with until he met Geto.

Gojo was wealthy. Had a salary too. And, very likely didn’t know of loss or poverty. The former, until Geto left. The latter, never did. My HC is that it made it difficult for him to sympathise with strife / struggling to achieve something... seeing as he never knew what insecurity could feel like? It made things more challenging for him to develop empathy. Further, as a talented genius who grasped things easily, it’s true that Gege described him as a talent from birth and Geto was more of a talent through hard work. Gojo could not relate to others until he experienced suffering and loss himself. 😢

His only complex was probably being unable to stop Geto. For the first time he wanted something but he couldn’t have it. To be given everything but being able to do nothing. Realised people have pride and wills of their own and their lives ought to be respected.

After Geto left, Gojo became more aware of his responsibility for the next generation of sorcerers. This was thanks to the wound... I guess.

“To be given everything, but be unable to do anything.” comes to mind - this is in reference to his DE unlimited void. Doesn’t it encapsulate what Gojo was? He, on the surface, had everything... and yet, it also bound him. Trapped to be this person that fulfilled a role. The latest chapter with Yuji and Sukuna touches on that. Riko’s life paralleled this to some degree too - treated as special from birth to fulfil some purpose.

Gojo probably only ever really wanted one thing and it was his friendship with Geto, but he couldn’t have it. He could not save his best friend. He was supposed to be strong - but it wasn’t enough just to be strong. Alone.

It is no wonder he had a complex. He hung onto remnants of his best friend for years. I’ve read some Japanese twitter users lamenting on how it’s strange to change their first-person pronoun just because a friend mentioned it. Gojo became a teacher because of what happened. So it really cut him deep to have witnessed Geto leaving and him being so helpless.

That’s all I had to say. Sorry for the abrupt end. 🫡

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 15

HI. So, Daisy had a bad bad day (week... month...) in this chapter. What do you think about Inez? And mommy Holly? I admit I'm a little upset about Holly lol.

MASTERLIST

«You really think this is good for you.» You know your mother means well, and you honestly love her so much, but something shifted when you came back.

After a week you can sense it. She doesn’t get that in the games, and before the games, you had to do things you didn’t want to because you wanted to protect the people you cared about. She still thinks Clark’s death has been unfair. She blames you for this, even if she never tells you that. And she blames you because you changed, you get along with a Capitol girl, basically because you survived.

And to think she doesn’t know what you had to do with the orders of President Snow. She would hate you. She already hates you because you managed to get black eyeshadows from ashes with Effie.

«Yes, I think he is good for me and I’m good for him.» You deadspat, and you are sure of it. Well, you are sure he is good for you, because there’s no feeling matching when you are in his arms. The other part… not so sure. It is a fact you only gave him problems. He didn’t want to be attached to you, he didn’t want to like you, you forced his hands. You forced his hands by being adorable and incredibly sexy, but it doesn’t change the result.

«Of course you are good for him, you are twenty four, he must be on cloud nine.» She spat. Holly has to stop the urge to close your door and ground you, you can see it on her face. She wants to behave like you are sixteen.

«He doesn’t care about those things.» If you have to be sincere it’s you the one who always wants kisses and cuddles.

«Like hell he doesn’t.» 

«Mom!» You yell, exhausted. You don’t push a hunger games tribute this way, not even your daughter. It is dangerous. You only want to get out, have some fresh air you can’t have in Thirteen, or at least speak with someone who is not sure you are the devil reincarnated.

«And that woman! Are you friends with Effie Trinket? The woman who reaped our children? A woman from Capitol City? Hell, the woman from Capitol City!» You feel the urge to scream at her again, even if she’s your mom and you never did it before. But Effie is the most precious person after Haymitch, and she’s being incredibly unfair.

«Holly, Effie is a good person. She protected me.» You try to tell her, but she doesn’t want to listen to you, she is so sure she is right. You used to think it was a miracle you looked so alike when she adopted you: both with brown hair, same height, heart shaped face. Now it just irritates you.

«After she said your name in the reaping?» 

«Mom! When I was there she made sure I got out alive! If it weren't for her… she was just a girl who decided on a career when she was too young and then got trapped. She is here, right? With us, with the rebels.» 

Holly only scuffs and eyerolls. She’s insufferable. 

«It is okay if you are friends with the girls from your games, because you shared a traumatic experience, but her-» At this point you snap. You can’t take it anymore.

«You don't get to decide who I talk to, who my friends are or the man that I like! Stop it. I’m not a child.»

«Then stop acting like one! And clean your face, you are ridiculous.»

With that she tries to take your arm and push you to the sink, probably to wash your face, but you resist her. It’s not District Twelve anymore, hell you are not twelve anymore and you won’t let her treat you this way.

«Get off of me!»

«What is going on here?» The door is open, and at that moment Perla must have been near your room. Her room is close to yours, she is with Lora.

You are spending a lot of time together, the three of us, usually with Effie and Finnick. Sometimes even Katniss, but she’s with the oldest Hawthorne boy most of the time.

The tears from the moment don’t come, because you need to be your best self. Today is the day they let you see Haymitch. You wanted to put on a pretty dress, but of course the grey suit is what they permit, so grey jumpsuit it is.

«Nothing.» You tear up, but you don’t want to cause a scene. «My mom was just leaving.»

The nurse is not Inez, it’s an old woman who seems sweet, but she gives you a look before leaving. You only imagine what she must think of you, these days you figured people have two sides of you: you are either a victor slut who used her body to seduce a poor old guy, or a naive little girl who fell in love. 

«Don’t tire him.» She recommends. Maybe she's right about that.

«I promise.»

You turn to Haymitch, who’s apparently sleeping. It’s not his best form, he is tired, sweaty, he has dark circles around his eyes and his hands are shaking when you reach them.

«Ehi.» You whisper. 

«Ehi gorgeous.» He strokes your hair. He’s clearly in pain even doing this. How could they do that to him? «So gorgeous.» 

«They told me you are the perfect patient.» You sound proud. You expected him to be an asshole, but he’s behaving and that means this hell is going to end soon and you will have your not-boyfriend back.

«The hallucinations are gone, they told me.» He reassures you. «I’m just… so tired now…»

«Sleep!» You suggest, and you climb into his bed to be closer to him. «If you want to sleep I’ll stay here with you. I’ll watch over you.»

He manages to bring you even closer as he pulls you in a hug. Nothing feels good like his hugs, even when he is trembling and shaking. «I missed you.»

That’s a big thing. He never admits things like this. He can say things like “Hey sexy” or “Gorgeous”, but he is not sweet. He doesn’t admit things, because things you say out loud could go wrong.

«I missed you too.» 

«How’s Katniss?» Katniss is a wreck, she doesn’t have Peeta and that is torturing her. She spends all her time with Gale or Primrose, which is a good thing but she is a sixteen years old who doesn’t deserve all of this madness. The poor kid.

«She’s surviving.» You tell him the truth. There’s no point in saying “She’s good!”, he knows when you lie. 

«She’s a survivor, that kid.» He has a violet shake, which he suppresses almost immediately. You can’t see him in such pain. «And you?» 

«I’m okay. I stay with Effie, she’s incredibly strong. And I’ll begin a class for the kids.»

He just hums. You hope he is calmer now. 

«Mh, this thing we have, you know…» His hands reach for your ass and you can’t help but giggle. «Does that mean I get to do this whenever I want?»

«Yeah.» You nod. He changed the subject with something lighter, of course. But you think it could be a confirmation too, that you are not tired of him, of waiting, that you didn’t meet a cute boy from district thirteen and decided you didn’t want him anymore.

«And this?» He kisses you, and you are a little embarrassed that you are so assertive to his touch, but you feel like heaven. 

«I’m yours, Abernathy. Every inch of my body. Can you please get out of here soon?» You caress his hair, and you wonder if they have showers there. Did they change his sheets? Washed his face? Or he is left to his destiny?

«I’m trying.» He kisses your cheek. «I really missed you. The hallucinations were hard. They tied me up.»

«They told me I couldn’t come.» You feel guilty. They tied him up, you repeat in your mind. These bastards. 

«Yeah, not a pretty sight. I really had a crazy thought… but now you are here.»

«I’ll always be here if you want.» You whisper against his lips. 

«I want it, yeah.» 

There’s a moment of silence, and you really believe everything is going to be okay.

«Do you have any alcohol?» He murmurs in your ear, but you shake your head. 

«Haymitch, you know if I could… but they won't let me.» You try to make him resonate, but you feel his grip become stronger. 

«Please, love, you have to.» His body is on yours, his hands on your wrists and you begin to feel threatened. In his right mind, Haymitch would never hurt you, you are sure of that. Now he is not in his right mind. «You don’t understand, they are killing me.»

«I don’t have any alcohol, Haymitch please! Please, you are hurting me!» 

You can see the realisation in his eyes. He immediately let you go, and you see red signs on your wrists. You are both exhausted and terrified, your eyes are watering now and his are the image of the shock. 

You are the one who shakes it out first. «It’s okay, it’s okay we knew it was going to happen.» You caress his cheek, and you even try to smile. It doesn’t work.

«I hurt you.» He states, still upset. 

«You didn’t want to.» And it hurts, but it’s not his fault. You get that. He just slipped, he was going so well. This is wrong, a rehab facility is not supposed to be like this. You know it exists in Panem, in Capitol City and District One mostly, but you can bet it’s not this violent.

«I hurt you.» He repeats. You can’t say anything else, because Inez comes into the room. Maybe it was a change of turn. 

«Time’s up, little lady. Oh, you are not supposed to be in the bed.» She points out, a little annoyed. 

«Don’t go with her!» Haymitch suddenly shouts, and this time it is you who are shocked. You don’t expect this kind of reaction. «Don’t, she’s not real.»

«She is real, she’s the nurse.»

The hallucinations again. You shake your head, but he is hugging you and shaking you and you are not strong enough. Fuck, it hurts. 

«She has broken ribs, she can die!» 

«You stay away from her, you demon!»

You are a little lightweight, but Inez must have a lot of strength because she pulls you out so quickly you almost don’t know what happened, it’s all a blur. The next thing you know is that you are crying your heart out, curled up on a chair, and Inez is patting your back.

Inez seems like a good person. She has blonde hair, with just a few white strands, and sweet green eyes. She must have been beautiful when she was young. 

You don’t want to admit it, because you just had a fight, but part of you wants your mama. 

«We have to check the bandages. If you don’t feel okay you must tell me immediately, do you understand me?»

You nod, but you don’t feel so bad. Not physically. 

Oh, cut the crap, a voice tells you. Your voice. He is not in his right mind. He has been captured and he has an addiction. He was hallucinating, for fucks sake, he didn’t want to hurt you. 

You don’t know if the voice is right, or is simply too used to a world where violence is justified. He isn’t in his right mind, but you still don’t deserve it. 

«He didn’t want to.» You feel the urge to defend him.

«Still did it.» It’s the only comment the nurse makes. 

«He is a good man.»

She pauses, she’s clearly conflicted, but then she speaks again. «That is how your life will be. I’m not saying he is a bad man, for what I’ve seen on television he is… well, he is problematic at least. And okay, he may be a good man, but are you ready for this?»

You try to stop her to defend him, but she seems very determined to go on. «You are young. Too young for him and he should know better. You won’t want to spend your evenings cleaning his vomit because he had a bad day.»

You gulp. The memories of that particular day in the penthouse return. But then again, he was trying to save your life, he was desperate because District 13 didn’t want to risk the mission to save you.

«You seem to know a lot about this life.» You whisper. 

The speech succeeded in something your mother failed to do: giving you doubs. You return to your room puzzled and confused and at dinner you watch Perla and Lora giving you gossip about the new district, Finnick so upset about Annie, and Effie glued to your side (because all District 12 hates her, you admit) but you can’t participate in the conversations.

She just chuckles. «My father, my boyfriend’s father… It's a habit in our district, girl. And you have the chance to get out. Get. Out. Don’t trap yourself in something you want because he behaved like Prince Charming for five minutes.»

It is little Primrose who wakes you up. «Tomorrow you will give us lessons?» She asks. She is very polite, but you can hear incertitude in her voice.

«Yes, Prim. I’ll be your teacher.»

«I don’t want to sound rude…» She begins and you smile at her.

«I don’t think you could even if you wanted to.»

«…What for?»

You stroke her hair before you answer that. She is just the sweetest person alive. «This war will be over, and I want you and your classmates to be able to read, count and write. You want to be a nurse, right? You’ll need maths. Plus, books are a joy to read. They really could bring happiness! I don’t want you to miss that.»

Her face lifts up. «With that I could be a good nurse?»

«From what I’ve heard you already are a good nurse, but you can improve.»

She looks a little happier now, and after she nods and go away, at her table with Katniss and Mrs. Everdeen, Effie sighs.

«What’s wrong, Effs?» 

«Nothing, she is a wonderful kid, isn’t she?» 

Oh, guilt. She was the one who picked her name, she was the one who started all of this, and she was the one who grew fondly of Katniss and now she loves her like her own daughter.

She has a soft spot for Primrose too, you can see it.

«They know you are a good woman. Maybe not Mrs. Everdeen, but Katniss loves you, and Prim recognizes a good heart.» You squeeze her hand. «You are as a rebel as I am, Effie Trinket.»

«You are so good with her. You are wonderful with kids. Tomorrow will be a great day, and you know, maybe you’ll want some of your own too.» 

You swallow but try not to make it clear. Yes, kids Haymitch, so safe, such a great idea. 

«Let’s go to sleep, I’m exhausted.» You declare, and you get up. «Goodnight.»

[buff-electra-truther]

(I don’t have a ton of photos of him onhand ao here’s some really random ones)

Stex Appreciation Month Day 3: Greaseball

Fav actor: Honestly I’m not very picky on Greaseball in general so I don’t have strong preferences.  I just like as low, rich, and powerful a voice as possible for him.  Vocally I like Andreas Wolfram on the 2013 cast recording (being great at rapping in German with an Elvis inflection is one hell of a statement) and the very brief Megamix footage I’ve seen of Lashane Williams as him.

Fav song/scenes: Pumping Iron, One Rock and Roll Too Many and clowning around with Dinah in the megamix.  Honestly I liked basically everything he was in onstage irl last year, he was probably my favorite of the main characters since his numbers are almost more fun if you don’t know what he’s saying and view Elvis Train as the real protagonist for saving us from the REAL big bad: romantic ballads.

What Time Is It? is offensively bad as a song but I just love the concept of him and Electra having a rap battle and wish it was longer/more intelligent and more about beefing with each other vs fighting over some girl they both barely know. 

Fav costumes: I’m content with pretty much all of the replica ones, since they don’t vary too much

Ships/Friendships: Him and Electra as enemies with benefits especially if it plays up the irl arguments of diesel vs electric. It’s not a very deep relationship, they just want to kill each other but also make out violently.  If they joined as comrades maybe they could beat their real shared nemesis (automobiles, and Trucker Caboose as a minion of them) once and for all.  I’m way more invested in the potential of their rivalry vs the actual main plot tbh.

He doesn’t deserve Dinah (and she deserves better than him) but I don’t see them separating, they just seem too attached to each other. I definitely prefer their more recent dynamics where she’s way more assertive because it’s funny to watch her boss him around (I love Dinah harassing engines in general) 

Headcanons:  He’s practical and pragmatic, if perhaps a bit too dismissive of doing things in newer/smarter ways vs past proven ones.  Electra thinks he’s disgusting the way nonsmokers view smokers (it’s how he is about most combustion engines) but finds something alluring about his diesel clatter and how he feels alien to someone who mostly works in urban environments where it’s electric-only.  

Unpopular opinions: I’ve been haunted by the thought experiment of “what if Mykal Rand played him in another timeline?”.  He’d probably pull it off but has SUCH an un-Greaseball face that you have to just forget about him looking like Elvis and find what else works with the general vibe and themes of the character.  Which opens the door to “what else could they have done with Greaseball if he varied as much as Electra visually/character-wise?”

I think he’s fine as is and doesn’t need changing because he just works (there’s a looot of things that need fixed in Stex before even thinking about that).  But if I had to modernize him slightly, I’d make him more like Gene Simmons/KISS in general to scoot him forward about two decades.  Still a VERY visually iconic inspiration and it would barely change the vocal style, over the top macho character, and “rebel” turned rock establishment aspect.  You’d even have a free excuse to finally give him some fun makeup for once!  It would also be relatively easier to genderbend him because Gene sings a bit higher and his costumes have always tried to make someone lanky/soft look bulkier so you wouldn’t have to struggle to find actual Chadettes with the right look already. 

In a similar vein, I also like the idea of cat facepaint Greaseball the longer I think about it.  It’s such an ironic animal motif for a macho character but it suits the “cat whisker” livery of a lot of midcentury locomotives and the diesel engine purr/growl. Also ties into the KISS thing in a way that won’t lead to copyright issues lol

(I can’t really say much on Wembley Greaseball other that I’m intrigued by the concept and will draw my own idea of female Greaseball eventually (metal-leaning design based on Floor Jansen and Noora from Battle Beast).  From what I’ve seen just doesn’t seem to look/act tough enough for me and the costume is too narrow/glossy for my liking but I think the idea has potential.  I am always in favor of randomly butchifying male characters because it’s fun.) 

[rebelssscum]

umh hi hey i thought i was the only one at the 'the party ended 5 years ago but i'm just finishing rebels' club,, have you finished it?? i did last week and. died. thoughts on the end?? (if u want to yap ofc dw if not) ^^

i did finish it! i finished it last weekend and i was blown away.

at first i was very wary about starting it because it is a children’s show (which most Star Wars cartoons are but this one is specifically targeted towards children) and i wasn’t completely sold on the animation of the characters, but that mindset quickly diminished.

it took until season two for me to actually enjoy it and i think it’s because i loved how mature and vulnerable Ezra became as he got closer to the Ghost Crew.

i knew that Kanan died but when i tell you i was not expecting how he actually died. when his vision was restored for a few seconds so he could see Hera, i absolutely sobbed. i also appreciated how the rest of the crew allowed themselves to grieve and not immediately jump back into the fight. i love that each character was able to grieve in a way that felt right for them.

i’ll be honest, i didn’t watch Rebels before i watched Ahsoka because i “hated cartoons,” so when i got to the last few episodes of the season, everything that was happening in Ahsoka made so much sense so i’m very excited to rewatch it!

now to answer your question 😅

the very last episode left me speechless and i was so proud of Ezra for realizing that his lesson wasn’t finished and he did what he knew he needed to do. he left. of course i was very sad to see him leave and i was so sad for the Crew, but just knowing that his family loves him and is so proud of him (and that we see him again in Ahsoka), is enough for me.

(i’m talking as if these characters are real life people, ignore me. i get too attached lol).

after every Star Wars cartoon my sisters and i finish watching, we always rank them.

my rankings before i watched Rebels:

- The Bad Batch, The Clone Wars, Rebels.

my rankings after i watched Rebels:

- Rebels, The Bad Batch, The Clone Wars.

when i tell you i was shocked when i realized i loved Rebels more than The Bad Batch?????? i was very shocked because you’ll have to pry TBB out of my cold dead hands.

i’m so sorry this answer got out of hand 😅 but thank you so much for asking!! How did you like the show and the ending?

- L

[bikananjarrus]

i rewatched episode 4 of ahsoka (bc i wasn’t super focused the first time) so here’s a little review in bullet point form!

(this got kinda long i’m so sorry. i love complaining lol)

starting with things i liked:

-finally seeing sabine actually fighting in her mandalorian armor! it felt like the sabine we know and love

-the ghost!!!!!! THE GHOST MY BELOVED!!!!!!! prettiest ship in star wars fr

-seeing jacen again! literally he is my baby boy 💚 (also the “mom…I’ve got a bad feeling” like yeah 😭)

-ahsoka pulling the ‘obiwan dealing the killing blow to maul a la twin suns’ move on marrok was good and the fight choreography with baylan was solid i thought. you could feel the weight behind him and ahsoka’s moves

-baylan and shin’s outfits are so cool

-i like sabine’s move to go with baylan and shin a lot

-the wbw looks quite pretty in live action, i will admit. like how the path glitters like stars and that fade in shot from the water to the stars? very good

-anakin!!!!!! HAYDEN ANAKIN HI BESTIE HELLO HI! also hearing hayden anakin say “snips” 😭😭😭

things that i didn’t like and am here to complain about:

-ahsoka telling sabine that if they can’t get the map back they should destroy it, and thus destroy the chance at finding Ezra ever. Now. This is practical, and I don’t really dislike it for that reason. And I think as far as it goes for Ahsoka’s character, trying to fall back on old jedi ideals of not choosing attachments, choosing the greater good, this also makes sense. it just, idk. there’s something about it that is irking me

-the absolutely terrible writing for hera’s role as general. there was that whole line about “i’m a general, nothing’s classified to me” in ep2, and now with the disobeying orders and telling that lieutenant to cover for her and telling jacen that when he’s a general he can disobey orders too. that would literally just not fly in a military organization. and character-wise, hera is all about protocol and setting a good example in the rebellion, this is NOT hera and it just makes her look bad.

-baylan’s random “witchcraft” comment towards morgan. a) wouldn’t it have made more sense to put a line like that in ep2 when she first showed him the sphere? and b) just felt like a weird comment in general? the nightsisters have a relationship to the force too, and baylan is old enough and seems old school and sentimental enough to respect that, not look down on it. Just odd.

-the dialogue in general this ep just felt so clunky and shallow to me. There was no depth to hardly any of the conversations, even ones that should’ve had depth. I thought ep3 improved on the dialogue slightly, actually putting emotion into, and making it feel like the characters had relationships with one another. and in this ep it just felt so rehearsed again.

-relatedly, sabine kept saying things in her dialogue that gave away key information (“go get the map”, hera’s name, etc.) and it was so frustrating! on a character level, sabine is smarter than that. on a technical/craft level, the dialogue is just not thought out.

-also related to the lack of emotion, it was written in a way that we get almost no reaction from sabine when ahsoka says that they may have to leave ezra behind for good (despite the fact that we find out later in the ep that ahsoka let sabine down in some capacity when it came to sabine helping her family). And when it came to sabine’s family, almost no reaction there either! absolutely no shade to natasha, i think she’s doing a fine job. i just don’t think filoni knows how to write sabine. Or women in general.

-not sure how i feel about the rest of baylan and ahsoka’s confrontation. i feel like we’re supposed to feel more, especially with the “anakin spoke highly of you” / “everyone in the Order knew anakin skywalker” and baylan mentioning ahsoka “abandoning” anakin (which, starting to beat the dead horse with that one filoni. that theme has come up before and been done better, ie when it was done in rebels!). like maybe if baylan and ahsoka had talked more about being masters themselves or the end of the clone war (since they’re both survivors), something! we could maybe establish more of a connection, since it seems like they’re supposed to be fools (like sabine and shin are being set up to be).

-marrok. The move ahsoka pulled on him was cool, but otherwise, why was he here? Also reanimated nightsister or some other dathomir ghost?? I’m guessing that’s what the green smoke was? weird. fine, i guess. But just like what was the point of having marrok around when we already have baylan and shin and morgan?

-“your legacy, like your master’s, is one of death and destruction.” ???? i’m not sure exactly what this is supposed to mean????? any harm ahsoka has caused (intentionally or unintentionally) in her lifetime is nowhere near, oh idk, the fucking child murder???? and murder of all the jedi???

-the dialogue in this ep is just SO baffling.

-ahsoka automatically assuming sabine was dead when she saw shin (like girl can’t you sense that sabine isn’t dead??) and then getting all angry when she fought back at baylan again. it’s giving copy-pasted kanan (briefly) thinking ezra was dead in fire across the galaxy, but the worse version. kanan did it better <333

-called this before the show even came out, but i fucking knew filoni was just going to write off Sabine’s family as dead (if he mentioned them at all, which tbh i’m a little surprised he didn’t forget about them entirely). i knew it was coming and YET. still disappointing bc i know they’re not going to address the deaths of her family or Sabine’s trauma in a meaningful, well-written way 🙃🥲

-hera being told that the enemy has a giant hyperspace ring and then flying right in its path and then not moving or telling her pilots to take evasive action when it was powering up. fucking ooc she’s a better pilot than that

[secretly-of-course]

hi amanda!! i’ve been wanting to ask—what sparked your interest in shipping steve/katya, and what about their dynamic keeps you coming back? i’m not typically a rarepair person (bc i can’t do the lack of canon content 😭) so i’m curious!

❤️maybe

Hi Maybe! I’m delighted to answer 😃

I started first thinking about them around the time season 2 ended. I was planning on drawing raeda’s wedding reception (which I still never drew—rip) and was thinking about where everyone should go—Gwen and Dell watching fondly along with Lilith and Hooty and King, Willow dragging Hunter onto the dance floor, Gus and Mattholomule goofing around together, etc etc. Then I thought about the CATs and I went hm! wouldn’t it be cute if Steve and Katya were dancing together! After all, they officially know each other and are technically coworkers! Why not, I thought!

That was supposed to be the end of it. (It wasn’t).

I just couldn’t stop thinking about them. I think what intrigues me most about their dynamic is that they are two people who wear masks for opposing reasons, one a scout for the Emperor and one a rebel against said empire. I’m a sucker for dramatic irony, and what’s better than lovers on opposite sides of the law? As far as we know they met for the first time in canon in O Titan, but I love thinking about the possibilities of them knowing each other beforehand. There’s just something so fascinating to me about that that I wish I could put it into words.

And for what it’s worth, from the little we have seen of them, they do actually have things in common. They both like food (which yeah I know who doesn’t lol) and they both like love and romance (Katya with her fan fiction and Steve crying at the old ladies in love) They’re both extremely loyal and they both have a bit of a silly side too. And they’re both non-conformists in a way (Katya is more obvious for this one but for Steve too, even as a scout he was the only one who we saw try to express his individuality with his t-shirts, and he was the only scout shown to be still loyal to Lilith by the time of her party). Also they’re both hot and make a good looking couple At this point too I’ve written so much fic about them and dove so deep into their characters I’m pretty much past the point of no return lol

So yeah! I just really like them a lot! Honestly I’ve never gotten this attached to a rare pair before but I’m certainly having fun! Thanks for asking!!

[noddytheornithopod]

The most interesting reveal of the new Ahsoka ep was actually the stuff to do with Sabine, specifically the confirmation that Clan Wren died in the Great Purge. I had suspicions, but it's nice to get confirmation. As Baylan said, no wonder she's so attached to Ezra.

And like, sure, she has the rest of the Ghost crew, but losing Kanan, Ezra and her biological family in such a short span of time is a LOT. Meanwhile, Hera, Zeb and Chopper continue to serve the Rebellion so they're not around to support her.

Of course, we don't know exactly what happened, but if what Baylan says is true, Clan Wren died because Ahsoka didn't trust her. This feels like what caused their falling out, but given the timing of the Purge, that also means Ahsoka reemerged not long after Rebels.

I currently have no reason to doubt Baylan, especially as Sabine doesn't object, so I will say... this tracks for Ahsoka's current state. I think Ahsoka would've assumed Sabine wanted to return to Mandalore to help liberate it because attachment to family/clan/home.

And well, if this is what happened, this is one big fuck up on Ahsoka's part, where she's become so afraid (hah fear) of attachments based on her own baggage she didn't trust her apprentice's rightful desire to help her people, because attachment is Dark Side or whatever.

This does lead me to more questions though... so if Ahsoka reemerged before the Purge, it seems like as mentioned, she resurfaced not long after Rebels. That just asks the further question... what the fuck has she been doing all this time? This might be another reason why I didn't like this ep as much as everyone else, I'm so tired of Filoni constantly teasing Ahsoka's larger story but leaving only breadcrumbs. Granted, next week should finally resolve this long wait for answers, but still. 

The other thing is... wow, I hope Bo-Katan doesn't know about this. She showed no animosity to Ahsoka in Season 2, but if Ahsoka COULD'VE helped her world again but refused... I feel like her tone would be different. Maybe it happened between Season 2 and 3 and it's why she's even more defeated, IDK. But yeah, I wonder how Ahsoka had Bo-Katan as a contact without mentioning this. :v Once again, Ahsoka's way too mysterious and cryptic since Malachor for my liking, lol.

[stillyour-sweetheart]

Dear Annie,

What have you learned from your past relationships?

WARNING: LONG REPLY AHEAD (lol)

[also, ofc none of what I say applies to abusive relationships. If you find yourself being abused in any way, shape, or form, PLS discontinue the relationship!]

Really listen to your partner, usually a breakup isn’t just one big event that’s happened but a lot of micro events that leave your partner feeling rejected

The importance of childhood trauma and attachment styles 

I don’t believe in ‘falling’ in love but more like ‘growing’ in love. To me ‘falling’ sounds too fast and too uncontrolled. I think growing is more intentional, it’s slower. Aim for something that’s sustainable, not something that’ll fizzle out because it’s not built on good foundation. 

Love as a choice and not as a feeling. Another way to say this is: feelings are not facts. What I mean by this is that you can feel anxious and stressed out in the relationship (ever heard of relationship anxiety? Well, now you have! And I have it LOL) but just bc you may feel negatively at times doesn’t mean there’s actually a reason for that. Sometimes (depending on your personal traumas) your nervous system will go into hyperdrive in order to help protect you from some perceived danger. You’ll start to try and find reasons to leave or to justify why you’re feeling a type of way. Feelings are not facts. Don’t self-sabotage. Take it from me, please. 

How wonderfully scary yet beautiful it is to share your life and yourself with someone. I never wanted to marry or have kids growing up. But when you find the right person, suddenly all these things become more of an adventure and a challenge you’re willing to take because you feel supported in doing so. You feel like you’ll have someone to make the journey worthwhile. It’s a really beautiful feeling to change your mind/perspective like that.

To cherish every moment bc you never know if/when it’ll end

Love without holding back. If you love someone in this moment, on this day, show them. Let them know. 

Small acts add up and become big, loving feelings. 

The importance of having values and morals align. Interests aligning really helps too and makes things more fun imo haha. I think it’s because I’m kinda niche (? Does that make sense?) so there are specific things I like doing. My ex and I liked the same things so it was fun to go around and have someone to do them with. We never fought about how we would spend our very limited quality time. It was fun, it felt natural. But even with this being said…

Try out new things together because that puts both of you on a neutral playing field, no one is more ‘in control’ or has more ‘power’ when you do something new together. Plus, creating totally new memories with someone you love is just super lovely!! 

It’s really important to respect who your partner is at their CORE, not just who they are as a partner towards YOU. Does this make sense? In the same way, they must also respect you at YOUR core and who you are as a HUMAN FIRST. 

Tbh... it’s so much easier when your circle (friends + family) like your partner. I know you can’t always find this.. but honestly… it’ll take away so much unnecessary drama and stress. Get the opinions of the people you hold closest to you. Try not to find someone who everyone dislikes lol it’s not cool (or worth it) to rebel (I say this bc I used to think it was cool LOL but hopefully you guys are smarter than me hehe). 

Fighting hard (and even often) isn’t necessarily a bad sign or a sign the relationship needs to end. I think of a relationship as two people trying to fight their inner demons, but together. Get through the fights. Learn what works and what doesn’t. Learn how to communicate through them. Learn if it’s best to solve things RIGHT NOW or to give your partner space and revisit the topic later. Learn what triggers them, learn what triggers you. Not to sound like a weirdo, but I personally like fighting with my partner. I want to see them in ‘every season’ of their being. I want to see what they’re like when they’re REALLY mad. Are they rude? Do they make me feel small? Do they stonewall me? Would they call me names? These are things that are scary but you need to see. Fighting styles are always evolving the more that you fight. You CAN fight productively and soon your ‘fights,’ which would fill you with dread and exhaust you, are now serious conversations that you can manage. Remember, winning isn’t the goal. Coming back to that person and showing them that you love and care for them are. (Honestly I can go on and on about fighting/communicating. These were actually 2/3 reasons my ex broke up with me- granted… he didn’t have the patience nor determination to figure things out with me. But it’s a long and convoluted story). 

You will make mistakes. You will hurt the person you love. On days, you will even dislike them and they will dislike you. That’s okay. If they’re worth it, keep choosing them and be gracious to yourself.

When you go through hard times, both your and their character will come out. One of the reasons why I am so upset and saddened by my ex leaving me is because he was so good to me in the beginning when things were easy (no fights, everyone got along, all the people in our circle also got along, my family liked him, his family liked me, etc.) but when things got tough, and we had a rough season of a lot of fighting and pent up resentment (on his end, bc he didn’t communicate a lot of how he was feeling towards me), he up and left rather than stay to try and figure things out. Even though he had proclaimed how much he loved me all the time, would say how he’s going to marry me, how he felt ‘so good’ about this relationship and could see it ‘going all the way,’ would pretend to get on one knee and propose to me bc he was ‘practicing’ … all those things fell through the cracks when things got hard. Was he a good boyfriend? Yes- but in the beginning. Could he endure what an actual relationship takes when things get hard and rough between us? No. Real love stays to mend, it doesn’t leave when things get dark. (I am going to brag about myself rn bc I feel that it’s deserved): What did I learn about myself when things got hard? That I’m someone who stays by the person I love. I’m someone who loves hard and true. I love tenaciously. If I say I love you and I want things to work, I’ll do the work. I’ll stay. I’ll fight the fight. I’ll love you the way you are RIGHT NOW, NOT who I hope you’ll be in the future. Relationships are NOT easy , tbh I think being in a relationship is the hardest thing I’ve ever done (and I’m not being dramatic!) but it’s one of the most rewarding and beautiful things you can do. Remember, nothing worthwhile in life comes easy. I feel proud knowing that I didn’t give up and that I gave it my all, even when things got messy. Even when my ex was breaking up with me. I was sobbing and he was extremely emotionally charged, rather than worry about myself I tried to give him water to calm him down, I asked if he wanted to take a 5 minute break from the conversation so he could cool off, I kept asking if he was okay even tho I was the one clearly breaking down. I put him first even when I was hurting- bad. Looking back at how lovingly I acted not only in that situation, but in many where things were going poorly, I know I’m someone I can be proud of that would leave others in awe if they saw how I acted in times of great distress. I wouldn’t have known this about myself had I not been in a relationship. 

Give up your ego. There's no worth in keeping it. You'll hurt the person you love. In the same way, try not to be with someone who won’t give theirs up. It’ll just be hard for you, trust me. 

Being vulnerable is scary, but it’s worth it. The right person will accept all your flaws and the story that has made you who you currently are today- warts and all.   

Even if a relationship ends, there is only one you - and that is your superpower. 

Tbh I can go on and on... but I had to stop it somewhere! >.< I’m so sorry my list is so long!

I don’t know what you’re going through or why you asked me this question, but I hope there is something you can take from it.

Thank you for stopping by and for reading. I hope you’re okay. ❤️

[weixuldo]

Never Forgotten//Ch 7

Vader x F!Reader

(a/n: this one is kinda angsty? umm yeah, i kinda have an idea where i want this fic to go but i’m still thinking lol)

Vader unexpectedly comes back early from a mission looking worse than when he left.

KENOBI FINALE SPOILER?

warnings: cursing, description of injury, emotional trauma, anxiety?

Wc: 2537

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Slowly, Vader was letting you in.

Anakin was letting you in.

That was a big deal. You promised him you wouldn’t betray his trust, you promised to be there for him, regardless of what happened. And for that he was thankful.

Vader had been off base for about two weeks, attending to plans of a new base as well as pursuing some rebels who had a former Jedi amongst their ranks. You didn’t really know and honestly It didn’t have anything to do with you.

You spent those days cleaning the med bay, making more medications, and wandering around the fortress. It was so lonely being there, but even more so now since your only friend was out. You tried conversing with other workers and guards, but none of them had any interest in interacting with you. You had not pledged yourself to the empire and apparently that was unacceptable to many imperial workers.

Oh well.

You were not loyal to a government or organization. You were true to yourself and helped those in need. __________________________________________

You picked up a habit of telling the aloe plant in your room about your days, since you had no one else. You finally brought in the fern you tried smuggling.

The two plants were sitting side by side on the desk. You were messing around on a holopad at your desk as you talked to them.

“I know I shouldn’t be getting attached, but I miss him.”

You sighed.

“I want to tell him how I feel, but what if I become just another annoyance to him. What if he replies how I always thought he would?”

You put your hands on your waist band and did a Vader Impression, “F/N, while I appreciate your interest, I simply do not see you that way.”

You groaned and rested your head in your hands, “I’m such a mess.”

Your thoughts were disrupted by the dinging of the small holoprojector Vader gave you before he left. You quickly grabbed it and turned it on, hopefully you didn’t seem too eager. The blue projection light began to appear. There he was. Hands rested on his belt and helmet gazing into the projection.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything,” he said.

You shook your head, “I have been bored out of my mind, so no, you’re good.”

He nodded. “Well I was finally granted a moment alone, and I thought I would check in with you.”

A smile appeared on your face, “That's really sweet Vader. Thank you. How have you been?”

“We have located the Jedi.”

You had some understanding of his thoughts on the jedi council. You knew he was once a Jedi knight but something happened where he could no longer follow their teachings. You supported him because of what they put him through, but you had objections to his desire to kill them.

“Well, I wish you luck then.” you said

He detected the somber tones of your voice and decided to switch the topic.

“I have been taking those pills that you created, they seem effective.”

“I’m glad they are making improvements! But remember they work long term, so they will only work if you consistently take them.”

He nodded once more.

“When do you think you’ll be back?” you asked.

“I am hoping soon. I would very much like to be back.”

“I hope you're back soon too… I miss you” you said, blushing a little as you did.

You watched as he took a quick glance around him before he looked back at you, “I miss you too, F/N”

Your heart swelled. That small phrase just made your whole month. You wanted him to be here, you wanted to hug him. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him. You wanted-

He received an update and broke your thoughts, “I should only have one more duty to attend to before I can come back. Seeing that it goes smoothly, I should be home in about another week.”

Home.

He never referred to this place as home before. But on the other end of the line he knew exactly why he called it home. It was home because you were there.

You were glad to hear he only had one more assignment for this trip, but you were disappointed that it would be another week. “Ok, I hope it goes well”

“As do I. I will contact you the next time I have a chance. Goodbye F/n”

“Goodbye Vader” you waved as the projection dissolved.

Looking back at your plants you made a face, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not blushing.”

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Two days later you found yourself once again in your room talking to your plants as you got ready for bed. You were getting into bed when someone bangged on your door. You jumped and turned on the lights as you walked to the door.

The door slid open to reveal not one, but five stormtroopers waiting on the other side.

Shit. What happened?

“You are needed in the med bay immediately.” one sternly spoke.

What was going on? “What's wrong? Is someone injured?” you asked, trying to process why these men were outside of your room so late.

“It is an emergency. Lord Vader asked for you.” one said.

He asked for you? He’s not even here. “Um, ok, is Lord Vader ok with someone in his med bay?” you questioned.

“Lord Vader is in the med bay.” Another trooper spoke.

Your eyes widened and you pushed past the troopers racing to get to the room. You entered the code and the doors opened. Two Black suited troopers were helping Vader onto the exam table, he didn’t look too good. His robes were disheveled and there were scrapes and burns all over his suit. His breathing was labored and he was stumbling over himself. And he had some sort of veil over one side of his helmet.

You ran over to them and helped them lift him. “What happened?!” you demanded.

“We’re not quite sure, he insisted he went in alone” a trooper panted out.

Went in alone?

Shit. This was not good.

“I'm going to need to take off your helmet”, you said to Vader. He mustered up all the air he could before saying “Leave, now”, to the troopers.

“But my Lord-”

“Now.”

They nodded and quickly exited the bay.

You shouted some commands so the room would become pressurized. You took the makeshift cover off of his helmet to be met with his

Face?

There was a large crack on the side of the mask exposing his face, it looked like it was almost melted or cut through.

You began to take off his mask, he squinted at the sudden brightness of the lights above him. There were cuts on his face and his nose was bleeding, probably from the decrease in his oxygen intake. You quickly snapped into work mode, you needed to assess his injuries before your feelings could get in the way.

You looked into his eyes, they were pained, defeated, and

Scared.

You looked into them before proceeding treatment, “You’re safe now Ani, You’re ok.”

You placed an oxygen mask over his face and began to manually take off his suit. He was far too weak to stand on the platform. He clenched his jaw and let out a pained groan every so often. As much as it pained you, it needed to be done.

Once you had him all out of the suit you hooked him up to a machine that did all of the duties his suit did. You looked over his battered body, he had a lightsaber burn across his shoulder blades, cuts, bruised, but more importantly his vitals were devastatingly low. He was in pain, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You could tell.

You took off his artificial limbs, they were pretty beaten up, they would need some repairs. Plus, the skin around the attachment ports was irritated from the friction of his suit.

You held his face and ran a thumb over his brow as he focused on regulating his vitals. After a while he fell asleep and you began disinfecting and patching up his wounds. The only one you couldn’t reach was the one across his shoulders, that one could wait til later though, the burn of the saber seared up most of the open wound.

You pulled up a chair and sat to monitor him for the rest of the night.

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Hot, suffocating atmosphere enveloped Vader’s senses. Where was he? This definitely was not the rocky planet he was battling his old master on just hours ago. He looked down, he had his arms, (well one of them) and his legs.

“Don't try it”

He knew that voice, he snapped his head up and saw him.

Obi Wan.

His body moved without his permission to jump at him. With the swipe of a saber he was cut down and found himself lying on the shore of the lava banks.

This was a memory.

But.

He could feel the pain. His limbs were severed, he was struggling to breathe. He was panicking.

“You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the sith, not join them!” Obi Wan shouted.

Why was he here? Why?

“I loved you”

His heart began to race as flames began to lick at his body. Soon he was enveloped in fire. The pain was searing, he couldn’t escape.

Soon he was hit with pitch black, then he saw someone coming towards him.

Kenobi.

He was smashing his life support system. Vader stumbled back and grabbed hold of a boulder to steady himself.

This was the present. He struggled to his feet and Kenobi slashed him across the back before slicing his mask.

Vader was struggling to stand, his body ached from being pummeled by rocks, and his lungs were burning. Still, he looked up at his old master.

“Anakin?” Obi wan spoke softly, tears swelling in his eyes.

“Anakin is dead… I am what remains.”

Obi wan was silent for a moment, “I- I’m sorry……for all of it”

Vader felt conflicted inside. He once loved Obi-Wan, they were brothers. But he put him in this suit. He turned Padme against him. He wanted to destroy him.

“I am not your failure. Obi wan.” he choked out, his scorched lungs trying desperately to work.

“You didn’t kill.. Anakin Skywalker…I did”

Kenobi backed up and shook his head. “Then my friend really is dead. Goodbye Darth.”

Vader screamed for him to come back, to fight him. But it was of no use. Soon Vader’s vision went dark and he was out.

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You woke to the vital machines going crazy. You shot up and went to Vader’s side, his eyes wide open and frantically searching around the room, his heart rate skyrocketing as he struggled. You placed your hands on his shoulders and laid him down.

“Anakin! You’re ok, you’re safe! You need to calm down, I don't want you to hurt yourself more.”

His senses came back to him as he looked into your eyes. You were worried.

He began to relax and you nodded at him, “there, it's ok.”

He drew in a breath and laid his head back down. You gave him a moment to rest before you got up to grab some supplies from the other room.

Before you could get to the door you felt this pressure holding you back, you turned around to see Vader extending a limb out to you.

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Ok” you whispered, coming back to him. This time you sat closer to his side and lightly caressed his cheek.

“You know this is not what I had in mind when you said you’d be coming home soon” you quipped.

He let out a small laugh. “Me either.”

You took a deep breath, “You scared me, Ani”.

He flinched at the name remembering what he said to his old master. But you were not him. You were F/N, his first love. You truly knew Anakin Skywalker.

“I’m sorry”

Your eyes softened, “Don’t be sorry, just be more careful. Who did this to you?”

He shut his eyes and began to speak.

“Kenobi.”

It had been years since you heard that name. Obi Wan Kenobi. He was the reason Anakin left Tatooine. He was the Jedi who brought her to your home. He was against your feelings for Anakin. But he was supposed to be Anakin’s master, he was supposed to protect him. You couldn’t understand how they could come to hate eachother so much.

“How could he do this to you? Wh-”

“He was the one who put me in this suit.”

Your eyes widened. “How could he?! He was supposed to protect you! Why would….How…I don't understand.”

“He was once my master, but no longer. I needed to destroy him, make him pay. He took everything from me, my childhood, my body, my wife.”

Wife.

You knew he secretly built a relationship during his Jedi days. You knew he settled down, got married. But what hurt the most was you knew who he experienced that with. Padme Amidala. You felt like an incredibly shitty person right now, Kenobi took everything from him but you were still hurt that he married someone. Someone that wasn’t you.

Vader was beginning to break down, “He took everything! I advanced so much but I still failed to beat him! I couldn’t do It! I was too weak”, He said, a few tears falling down his face. You wiped them away and helped him sit up.

You embraced him and he leaned into your touch.

“I was too weak,” he whispered.

You ran your hands up and down his back to soothe him. “You are not weak. That man did so much to you and yet you still went to face him. By yourself.”

His crying began to slow down. You comforted him and let him work through his emotions. Once he had himself under control he apologized to you for his breakdown.

You held his face and told him “You never have to apologize for your emotions, Anakin.”

He nodded and you asked him if you could work on the wound on his back.

You resumed the position of him leaning on you instead of having him lay on his chest because that could affect his breathing even further. So he rested his head on your shoulder as you worked on his wound. Once you bandaged him up you helped him lay back down. His bright eyes focused on your face. You were so beautiful, inside and out. You were always so kind, even when you didn’t need to be. You were truly the purest soul in the galaxy.

“You’re an angel, F/N” he said softly before slipping back into the realm of sleep.

You were stunned. Angel? You remembered all those years ago in Watto’s shop he asked Padme if she was an angel. You always wanted him to call you that, and he just did.

But not just Anakin, Darth Vader too.

All of him.

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(a/n: AHHH sorry if this was cheesy i’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort lol, i love this guy so much he deserves all the love)

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[stancy-simp]

An underrated aspect of the Stancy dynamic is how it deals with Nancy’s desire to rebel against whatever is expected of her.

At face value within the story this is mostly shown by her outright refusal to end up as a stereotypical housewife in a loveless marriage with no personal ambitions to drive her, like her mother did.

But from a more meta perspective, this could also mean something to us. Because we, the audience, have our own expectations which we project onto Nancy. And these expectations were mostly born of tropes and cliches from certain media properties made popular during the 80’s.

The typical coming of age high school romantic comedy—you know how it goes. The plucky young female protagonist dumps her meathead boyfriend and ends up with the sweet, soft-spoken social reject.

A Stancy endgame would be a middle finger to both of these traps that female protagonists often find themselves in.

Steve would never make Nancy fill the role of a meek little subservient housewife, no matter how many psychos online try to force that narrative. Like many others have said, he would probably fill the role of the stay at home mom lol

And it would artfully subvert the expectation that just because a male character is from a lower middle-class family and is shy, sweet and creative that it’s a forgone conclusion that he will end up ‘getting the girl’ in the end

Nancy Wheeler shouldn’t give a shit what anybody wants her to do, in her world or in ours.

People in the Stranger Things universe want her to watch the kids all day and have a hot meal ready for her husband when he comes home from the office? Because that’s what the girl is supposed to do? She’d tell them to fuck off.

Real life people on social media don’t want her to hook back up with her lunkhead jock first love? Because they think it’s sweeter of her to stay with her broody, artistic wallflower boyfriend? Because that’s what the girl is supposed to do? She’d tell them to fuck off too because it’s none of their business. Hell, she’d probably tell me to fuck off too lmao

Regardless of what you or I think, the only person who can decide who Nancy Wheeler loves is the character of Nancy Wheeler. But claiming that Stancy in particular ‘doesn’t make sense’ is stupid. Romantic feelings often operate outside of ‘what makes sense.’ Relationships aren’t coldly calculated programs that are optimized for convenience. We’re people with feelings, not computers.

I don’t think they even realize it but I’ve seen a lot of post-season 4 hardcore Jancy defenders on other sites keep saying that Jonathan is more relatable than Steve, and that is their primary reasoning for preferring a Jancy endgame.

No disrespect, but I think a lot of people have some heavy attachment to Jancy because they see themselves in Jonathan, and maybe they’ve had a Steve in their own life that threw a wrench in their plans…And they just wish everything could be like in the movies where the dweeb ‘wins.’

And I’m not saying that all Jancy fans are like that — it’s not even most of them — but there is a sizeable group of people who do appear to feel that way. And I don’t think the story should be compromised to appease them.

Sometimes a more realistic approach is the best one, and do you know what’s realistic at this point in the show’s canon? Nancy and Jonathan are shown to he growing apart, and Nancy and Steve are shown to be growing closer — possibly closer than they ever have been, even back when they were dating. They’ve evolved to the point where they’re practically different people, and those people are very much into each other.

People are all “Stancy doesn’t make sense! Nancy would never leave Jonathan for Steve, that doesn’t make sense!”

Why not? Because you say so? Because you have an English major and know the way stories are supposed to go? If she ends up loving Steve more than she loves Jonathan and Steve loves her back, then that is literally all that is required for them to want to try to make it work, and all signs are pointing towards that being the case.

“They’ve been building Jancy up since season 1! It’d be stupid to change course now!”

Why? Because that’s the way stories are supposed to work? Because she’s been dating Jonathan for a couple years and now it’s unthinkable that two teenagers could split up at the ripe old age of fucking seventeen? Talk about sunk cost fallacy. Remember that thing I said about Nancy not wanting to end up stuck in a relationship with someone she doesn’t love?

Folks act as if writers subverting expectations comes across as cheap or disappointing. I think in this particular instance it would be refreshing and satisfying. In a show that is essentially a love letter to the eighties I think Nancy going her own way to oppose popular tropes from that era could be very meaningful.

I hate to break it to some of you, but sometimes the dumb jock turns out to actually be a really great guy. Sometimes people fall out of love. Sometimes the girl of your dreams catches feelings for someone else.

Sometimes love is more complicated than a straight-to-DVD romcom

[cayofdreams]

Down with the Monocracy

(Bratty!Fem!Reader x Bakugou)

Summary: Reader has had a FWB relationship with Bakugou for the past 4 months due to her monstrous sex drive. This relationship however, comes to a brisk end when reader seems to get a boyfriend. Frustrated at your now weird behavior towards him, he decides to get to the bottom of it...in his own way. 

Words: 7.5k

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut

Warnings: cursing, bratty/stuck-up reader, implied cheating, heavy orgasm denial, fingering, dirty talking, spanking, degrading, slight breeding

Notes: Hello! This is the first fanfiction I’ve wrote in close to ten years. Its much longer than I intended for a first fanfic but I was desperate to get this out of my brain. I’ll probably chill out and do drabbles for a bit lol. Feel free to give me feedback as I’ve become more-so used to writing research and analysis papers, I wouldn’t be surprised if my fanfic writing is a bit wonky. Anyways, enjoy :-).

*H/N – Hero Name

 Harsh pants filled Bakugou’s dorm as the both of you tried to stay quiet.  Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were in the next room playing video games. You could occasionally hear them shouting at one another, a signal that one of them had lost or died in the game. Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu were in the commons watching some sort of K-drama. You’d hear one of them let out surprised gasp or a giggle in reaction to whatever romantic scene transpired on the screen.

But these outside noises would leave your mind just as quickly as they’d come in due to the pleasure that was currently surging through your body. You were seated in Bakugou’s lap, faced towards his desk, grinding away at his cock trying to chase that pleasure to the maximum. Your hands clutching at the notebooks and flailed papers on his desk. A reminder that once again you guys could not study together for 10 minutes without needing to exhaust the filling sexual tension. Bakugou’s hands were grabbing at your hips, his grasp getting tighter as he got closer and closer to his climax.

“Oi…hurry up and cum..I have somewhere I need to-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Bakugou suddenly thrusted upward into you. Immediately you clasped your hands against your mouth to stifle your moans. He smirked at your weak attempt of rushing him.

“Surely…you’re not rushing me.” He lifted you up by your hips so that only the tip of his cock was inside you, before slamming you back down. “When your insatiable pussy is the one who started this.”

You didn’t know if he was talking about your lewd relationship in general, or just today’s scandalous activities. You assumed the latter. Waiting until you could stifle you moan enough to make a sentence, you responded. “…wasn’t me. You kept-“. He slammed into you again. You paused as you held back a groan that so desperately wanted to escape from your throat before continuing. “Kept…feeling up my t-thighs.” You flattened your palms tighter against your mouth as Bakugou increased his pace.

“Hah? So a little graze against your thighs…” He began as he traced his fingernails up and down your thighs. “Gets you like this?” A chuckle escaping him as he watched you struggle to keep your voice down as his cock continued to roughly glide in and out of your trembling walls. You didn’t respond. If you opened your mouth now, there’s no doubt that your classmates would hear the voice that represented the erotic things Bakugou was doing to you in his dorm.

“If your highness wishes me to cum, you better fucking start putting in better work than what you’re doing right now.” Bakugou slapped your thigh as if he were slapping a horse to get them to go faster. You winced as you gripped at the edge of Bakugou’s desk to better stabilize yourself. As soon as you started riding him at a more fierce pace his hands slip up to cup your breasts under your bra. He pinched at your nipples, making you let out a lewd noise that had you worrying if your neighboring classmates heard it.

Bakugou noticed you shoot a glance toward his door, listening to see if you’d been found out, and sucked at his teeth. “You worried about those dumbasses hearing you?” He got up, still inside you, and pressed his hand on your back so that you’d be face down on the desk and ass up in the air. Jutting his hip toward yours, you grunted behind gritted teeth as he leaned over so his lips traced just over your ear. “Hearing what I’m doing to your pussy?” His fingers massaging into your scalp before gripping tightly into your hair. “Fuck those extras. Let them hear.” Moving the hand that was on your back toward yours that were still tightly pressed against your mouth. He pried them away from your face, bringing your arm back so that he could use it as a reign when he began to fuck you. He straightened back up to steady himself firmly on the ground.

“Wait- Baku-! Hnngh!” Bakugou started to rhythmically jam the entirety of his cock inside you. Laughing at you as you struggled to not add on to the lewd noises your sopping mess was making.

“Fuck! L/N!” A hard slap came down on your ass cheek. The pleasurable pain causing your slippery walls to quiver against Bakugou’s cock. Your free hand roaming around the surface of the desk, now crumbling up homework papers under your fingers. “You like this? You like almost being found out by those shitty extras? Fucking pervert. Why don’t you just scream like you want to? I know you’re about to fucking cum.”

Your lips curling in under your teeth, grunts becoming louder and louder as your orgasm approached. The growls of the man behind you adding on to your auditory pleasures, drowning out the yells and cheers of your neighboring classmates. But it was getting harder and harder to hold your voice back, and Bakugou seemed to not give any care as his thrusts got deeper and more forceful.

“Fucking scream, L/N. I want to hear it. Imagine those dumbasses’ faces when you walk out there. Knowing what lewd shit you were doing with me.” He let go of your arm and reached around to wildly circle your clit. “And you portray yourself as some kind of princess. Fucking bullshit.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Even as your hand quickly went back to cover your mouth, it wouldn’t be able to hold back the suppressed groan you’d soon let out. “I said fucking-“ Before he could let out his demand the loud exclaims from the adjacent room poured into Bakugou’s. Another loss. Or win. Who gives a shit? All you knew is that those yells allowed you the opportunity to loudly moan Bakugou’s name to your heart’s desire as you finally reached your orgasm.

Bakugou would’ve called you out on cheating if the quivers of your orgasming walls wasn’t forcing him into his own intense wave of pleasure. “Oh shit…L/N…gonna cum. Fuck-“. He let out a couple more rough thrusts before spilling his seed inside the condom. You felt his cock pulsating, a weirdly pleasurable feeling as you were winding down from your own orgasm. Bakugou slipped out of you and slumped back in the chair and you soon followed, falling back into his lap.

Seeing that you were exhausted, he lifted up your leg so that he could reach down and slip off the used condom. Tying it in a single knot at the end and tossing it into the trash nearby. He let his hands softly feel up your thighs and squish your stomach, comforting you as you regained your breaths.

“You imbecile. We could’ve been found out, for real.” You said, pinching his thigh, too tired to hit him.

“Shut up. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“It WILL matter if there’s ever a headline of us. ‘Upcoming pro-heroes, Ground Zero and H/N CAUGHT fornicating in the dormitories.’ You waved your hands in the air, mimicking a hysterical news reporter.

He chuckled into your back. “You fucking wish you could be in an obscene headline with me”. You sucked your teeth at him.

“Whatever.”

“Are you still going somewhere”

“Are you sane? Like I can move right after that.” You turned to look at him. “Make me some ramen. And don’t add a deadly amount of spice to it, either.” You got up and grabbed some tissues and started to wipe away the seeping wetness off your crotch and thighs.

“Like I’m making you shit! Make it yourself!” Bakugou got up and repositioned his shorts around his waist. Before he could grumble anymore, you placed a kiss on his cheek causing him to turn a deep shade of pink.

“You shouldn’t rebel. It just takes away from energy that’s better spent making that ramen.”

“Honestly, just shut up!” He turned away towards the door but you could still see the pink on the back of his ears.

You chuckled at the slam of the door, your smile widening as you heard him fumbling around in the kitchen.

But the time Bakugou returned with two hot bowls of ramen, you were knocked out asleep.

“…Fucking stuck-up vixen”

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You sat in the karaoke room with Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Jirou, making you the 5th wheel. But only temporarily, as your friends had supposedly invited a cute guy from a rival hero school to be your date for the evening. You loved being courted by attractive guys, you were a queen after all, so naturally you didn’t turn down the blind date. Though you must admit, since starting your friends-or rather, rivals-with-benefits relationship with Bakugou, you didn’t go out with guys much. You didn’t really see much of a need since your sexual appetite was being satisfied. Bonus points in that since it was no-strings-attached you didn’t have to frolic in romance, leaving you time and energy to concentrate on your hero studies.

“Are you excited, Y/N!? He texted me saying he’s on his way!” Mina was definitely more excited than you were, but you were waiting in anticipation none-the-less. Apparently Kaminari knew the guy, which worried you a bit since Kaminari was a dunce when it came to most things. But after Mina and Jirou reassured you the guy was definitely your type, you became more okay with date.

“Yeah, I suppose. Tardiness deducts points, though.” You playfully declared as the door to the karaoke room slowly opened.

“Aww…don’t be so strict with me, L/N. I’ll cry before I even properly meet you.” You heard a young man say as he entered the room. As soon as you looked at his face, you felt heat rise to your own. He was nothing less than exquisite. You’d never seen hair so soft-looking and flowy, skin so smooth and obviously baby-soft. A piercing pair of eyes that you were scared, or maybe hoped, could see straight through your clothing, into your soul.

“It’s okay if you cry. I like seeing cute boys cry.” You smiled with an obviously feigned innocence as you picked up your drink and sipped from it. He smiled seductively as he sat down right next to you, not leaving any space between your bodies.

“Seijirou!” Kaminari exclaimed, reaching over to fist pump your date. “Glad you could make it, dude!”

“Kaminari, long time no see. We need to have another jam session before we graduate.” The boy named Seijirou cooly stated, returning the fist bump. “Of course with L/N now joining us in the studio” He returned his gaze toward you. “I’m sure her alluring beauty and energy will inspire me with some great melodies”.

God, his coy smile could lead you straight into hell. How hadn’t you met him yet? You almost wanted to curse Kaminari for not introducing this stunningly attractive man to you before.

“Kyaa!! What a natural romantic!!” Mina shouted slapping her hand excitedly on Kirishima’s thigh. “Right, Eiji?!”

“Haha, yeah, babe.” Kirishima replied, taking Mina’s hand in his own to keep her from bruising his thigh.

Jirou reached over to grab the tablet that connected to the karaoke room’s TV screen. “Okay, guys lets get down to jamming.”

“Yeah!” Kaminari wrapped his arm around Jirou, pulling her into his chest as she picked the first song.

“I sure hope your voice is to the same standards as your face, Seiji.” You seductively challenged, looking him right in the eyes.

“I hope so too, I need to earn those points back.” Seijirou replied, his finger tracing slowly on your hand. You chuckled, holding his hand in yours now.

Jackpot, baby

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After a long and tiring session of belching out everything from cute idol songs, to screaming death metal, it was time to head back home. Everyone was laughing and joking with each other as you all walked back. Everyone was also hand-in-hand with their respective partners, including you and Seijirou’s. In fact your hands had never left each other’s grasps since they first joined at the beginning of the karaoke session. You and Seijirou walked a few steps behind everyone, wanting to mimic any kind of privacy in order to soak in each other’s presence. Kirishima looked behind and noticed this, squeezing Mina’s hand to alert her as well. She grinned ear to ear at the lovely display of romance unfolding.

“Hey, F/N! Are you going home or….will you be continuing your date in private?” Mina winked at you, not at all trying to be discreet about her intentions.

“Oh. I guess I didn’t even think about it”. A total lie. You’d been strategizing how you’d cleverly get into bed with Seijirou since you first heard his pretty voice sing.  You wanted to know how he’d moan. How he’d make you moan. If he’d be better than Bakugou.

Woah, how did he cross your mind? You hadn’t even thought about him all night until the potential for good sex crossed your path. But thoughts of him dissipated with the sultry voice of Seijirou.

“I surely don’t mind the extra company. I’ve been dying to share my tea recipe with a worthy guest.” He squeezed your hand. “It’s a special recipe. Made especially for when my throat is sore from an awesome jam session..or when…” He looked directly at you. “When anyone’s throat is sore from using it…extensively.”

Your panties were drenched at this point. Not that they weren’t a bit damp the entire evening. You needed this mysteriously seductive man’s cock inside you. Now.

“Sounds like some delectable tea.” You bit your lip. Seijirou chuckled at you.

“Shame I didn’t bring my car, I’d hate to make you walk all the way back to my place”.

He has a car, too?!

You could throw your panties at him this very moment.

“I don’t mind walking with you, Seijirou.” You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand back.

Catching the mood, the group separated from the two of you, but not without the cheers of Mina encouraging you.

Of course, the two of you didn’t make it to his place. It’d take too long. You needed each other now. So you opted for the love hotel that was only a couple blocks away. As soon as you and Seijirou stepped into the erotically designed room, you jumped on him. He caught you, and you wrapped your leg around his waist. You drowned in each other’s kisses, wanting desperately to become one with each other. You for one, could not wait to see how Seijirou could maneuver his away around your body like he did with your mind.

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Tapping your pen away on the notebook in front of you, you struggled to digest the information in the textbook. Not even knowing what to highlight anymore, words became more jumbled and muddled as you tried to continue reading. You couldn’t concentrate at all.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up from the common room’s table and went to make something hot to drink in the kitchen. Everyone was most likely asleep by now, but since you couldn’t seem to do so you decided to force yourself into exhaustion with some late-night studying. But unfortunately, despite feeling wide awake, it didn’t seem to help you focus any better in regards to studying. You were never a “studier” anyways.

As you waited for the hot water to boil, you scrolled through phone trying to find an entertaining distraction, settling for the digital magazine of your favorite fashion designer. You didn’t even notice Bakugou stroll into the kitchen

“Oi.”

So startled you almost dropped your phone, you turned around to see the owner of that voice.

“Fucking, hell, Bakugou. You scared the shit out of me.” Clutching at your chest, you tried to ease down the erratic beating of your heart. He always found a way to get an expletive out of you. Bakugou slightly pushed you against the counter to  get a better view of your backside.

“Nah, you’re good” Smirking, he went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water as you rolled your eyes at him. “What are you even doing up anyways? Taking some dumbass selfies?”

“Well, if you’re so interested in the affairs of L/N F/N, I’ll have you know that I was actually studying, like the non­-dumbass that I am”.

“Sounds like something a dumbass would say.” Taking a swig from the water bottle, Bakugou took a glance at your side profile, also noticing how revealing your pajamas were. Your pajama shorts were barely covering your plump ass, and the flesh of your thighs slightly spilled over the tightness of your thigh high socks. What the hell were you doing walking around the common area like that? Surely you were waiting for him.

He took a last sip of his water and pinched at your upper thigh.

“Gyah! Bakugou, what the hell?” Your annoyed face being 110% worth the cute noise he was able to force out of you.

“Why are you studying out here? You know you could’ve asked me for help.”. His fingertips still lingering over your thigh, faintly tracing over your skin. You sucked your teeth and lightly pushed his hand away.

“No, I couldn’t’ have.” Your phone buzzed at seemingly the right time; before temptation would get the best of you. You smiled at the recent text message you received, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou.

Raising an eyebrow, he watched you with suspicion before he made another attempt. This time, he made a squeeze at the squish of your waist. “Oh yeah? And why is that?” You grabbed at his wrist in protest but it only made him dig his fingertips deeper into your flesh. “I know you have needs, Y/N. You haven’t met up with me in the past few days, either.”

The fluster showing on your face didn’t help your denying, but you still tried to step away from him; a fail. He completely closed the distance between you and leaned down toward your ear.

“…Baku-“

“It must be so hard to contain it right now. Those slutty impulses of yours.” He grinned at the way you bit your lip trying to fight off the urges his voice was erupting in you. He knew his effect on you. “So how about you just accept the favor I’m so greatly offering to you and drop those soaked panties and bend over the counter so I can ram this cock into you like-

“I’m seeing someone!” You exclaimed, possible a bit too loud. Bakugou glanced at you as if trying to see if you were really telling the truth or not. You met his gaze with a stern expression. “I’m seeing someone.”

Slowly Bakugou let go of his grasp on you and stepped back. “You fuckin’ serious?”

Slowly nodding your head yes, you straightened back up to continue fixing your drink.

“What fucking psychopath would want to date you? Are you sure he’s real?”.

“I know this may come as a shock to you.” A sly grin appeared on your face. “That I could humble myself enough to share my precious time and energy with someone-“

“Oh, just shut up, already.” Bakugou sat his water bottle down on the counter, looking at it as if thinking deeply about something. There was a momentary silence before you broke it.

“Are you mad?”

Bakugou scoffed at you. “And just what exactly is there for me to be mad about?”

“Well this commences the end of our relationship. You’re no longer a concubine. Perhaps you’re wondering what more to life there is? Oh, maybe depressed is the word I was looking for.” You put your hand to your chin, feigning concern.

“As much as I’d love to shut you up right now with a cock down your throat, I’m quite happy this is over.” He moved to put his water bottle in the refrigerator. “I can finally put my stamina towards training instead of wasting it on that monstrous sex drive you have.”

“And with that, the counsel dismisses you.” You smugly took a sip from your drink.

“Oh, shut up. I’m going back to bed before I commit regicide.” Bakugou put his water bottle back in the fridge and walked past you towards the hallway. “Good luck on your ‘studying’, your highness”.

When Bakugou was long out of your sight, you heaved out a long sigh.

“…Fuck.”

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A couple weeks had went by and honestly Bakugou was beyond frustrated. He didn’t really think you had it in you to avoid his presence for so long. You usually couldn’t go 2 days without coming at him with some kind of ‘You agreed to be my concubine…so fucking perform!’ bullshit. With his pride, he’d pummel someone like you into the dirt. But immediately after saying something like that you’d palm against his growing hardness before lowering your head to his crotch. And you’d  adorn the most lustful gaze. A gaze that told him that he was the only one who could satisfy you.

‘You’re supposed to be pleasing me, but I guess queens have duties too…’

Honestly you were such a fucking brat. Acting all high and mighty and then becoming a filthy wench only moments after having a cock shoved up you. But he lived for it. The challenge of getting you to finally submit to him during sex would drive him crazy. That blissful face of pleasure. Those lips that would call out for him to go faster.

Maybe he’d be willing to let you go if you weren’t being so goddamn strange around him now. Not only were you being more distant around him, whenever he so much as brushed up against you your face rose with obvious arousal. Your lips would slightly part as if you’re about to let out a moan- but then you’d scold him for being so close to you.

‘Can’t you back up? I can barely hear my own thoughts with your vulgar presence around me’

That sort of thing would happen multiple times and especially during training sessions with him. Whenever you were opponents and Bakugou had successfully won and had you pinned to the ground, you looked as if you were on the verge of orgasming. And then as soon as Aizawa blew the whistle to end the round, you’d quickly run away with an annoyed look.

One time he had approached you, asking what the fuck your deal was, but you quickly dismissed him.

‘Maybe I’m just so pleased with my boyfriend that I literally can’t go a minute without thinking of him. I can’t help that you’ve never made a girl feel that way.’

Bullshit.

Were you teasing him? Did you even have a boyfriend? If you did, why did you have a face that seemed as if you hadn’t been fucked properly in years? If this boyfriend of yours was so bad at sex, wouldn’t you have dumped him? Before the start of this rivals-with-benefits agreement you’d told him of the time you kicked a guy out in the middle of fucking because he had “no idea how to fuck his royals”.  

He’d really think your boyfriend was fake if it wasn’t for the fact that one time while sitting beside you, he saw you receive a message from someone with a heart by the name. And then you’d smile to yourself before pocketing your phone.

Fuck. Maybe this guy really was that good.

No.

Impossible.

No one could please you the way he did. He knew it. It was an irrefutable fact. He’d get down to the bottom of this. He’d make you realize who you really belonged to.

Bakugou grumbled at the unfinished homework on his desk. He couldn’t concentrate due to your stupid antics. He pulled out his phone to send you a text.

“What are you doing?”

Five minutes had gone by and he was already starting to regret his act of impulsivity. You usually took a while to respond but for some reason this time it was really irking him. He got lost in senses of regret before he heard his phone vibrate.

“Getting ready for my date.”

He scoffed at your reply.

“Oh, with that fake boyfriend of yours, huh?”

A couple minutes went by before Bakugou received another reply. This time it was an image. Opening it, It was a selfie of you in what he assumed was your date outfit. You always dressed exquisitely outside your school uniform and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate your sense of style. But right now, that appreciation was manifesting into lust.

Fuck, you didn’t have that big of breasts but why were they looking so plump, now? The dress you were wearing teased your collarbones and Bakugou might as well had been drooling at this point. Not replying after a couple minutes, stunned by your posh appearance, his phone vibrated again.

“I don’t get dressed up like this for any commoner. Now why are you disturbing me?”

He wanted to reply with a “Fuck you. Nothing, dumbass”, but he held back.

“I want my fucking manga back.”

A silly demand, he knew. But it was the only thing he could think of to get you back within his grips. Hopefully you weren’t too suspicious as it had been a few weeks since you borrowed his manga to read.

“Ugh…I suppose I can take time out of my meaningful getting-ready time to drop off your little comic. I’ll be there in 20.”

A smirk shaped the lips of Bakugou’s before he brisked his way to the shower in preparation for his plans.

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Bakugou had finished putting on his clothes and was now tidying up his room in waiting for a knock at the door. But you were always so rude so instead he was alerted by the sudden swinging open of his door. Before he could yell at you he became entranced by your appearance.

The dress you were wearing hugged you in all the right places and came to a seductive stop slightly below the round of your ass. The plush of your thighs were teased as the start of the top of your opaque socks once again molded erotically around your flesh. It seemed you also had a bit of makeup on as your e/c popped out beautifully from your dark eyeliner.

But you were also entranced by his appearance. You could tell he just took a shower because the smell of his soap traced provocatively under your nose. He wasn’t even wearing anything special, a black long-sleeve top that perfectly fitted his biceps, and a pair of black shorts. But fuck, it was driving you crazy right now.

“Your comic.” You coldly tried to hand it to him, trying to not appear as aroused as you felt.

“Can’t you fucking put it back on the shelf. That’s where you got it from, isn’t it?”

You clicked your tongue at him. “Troublesome.” As you walked past Bakugou to get to the little bookcase above his desk, he watched you. The stride of your hips as you walked had him licking his lips behind you. As you put the manga back on the shelf, he walked up to you so there was no distance between the two of you. Before you could protest his proximity he interrupted you.

“Put it in the right order.”

“What?” You looked back at him confused and irritated. Why was he getting so close to you? Why did his voice sound so intoxicating?

“I have my manga in order. If you pay attention, you’ll see there’s a number on the cover. I believe they teach little princesses how to count, don’t they?” Bakugou once again took notice of your look of arousal spreading across your face. You sucked at your teeth as you hurriedly turned your face away from him. Even after you put the manga in his preferred place, he hadn’t moved away from you. You were starting to get antsy.

“What are you trying to-“

“Where are you going?” His red eyes were fixed on your face, more specifically your lips.

“I told you, a date.” Your fingernails scratched slightly against the wood of his desk. You were overwhelmed with frustration. With desire. But you couldn’t give in.

“Yeah, but where?”

“A restaurant.” Still avoiding his intense glare, it was becoming clear to you that Bakugou had plans as well. And that those plans would involve you.

“Oh. Must be fancy. Considering you look pretty good right now.”

“Hah! I don’t need you to tell me something so obvious. Only someone with my caliber of beauty could make a cheap dress like this look so go- Mmmph!” Suddenly Bakugou had his lips smashed against yours. Damned be your libido, your tongue wasn’t denying him. Your desires were beginning to take over you as you swapped saliva with your rival.

After a few moments, your hands pressed harshly against his chest to get him off you. A chain of saliva still linked the two of you. He licked away the connection with a smirk before pulling you back close to him. He turned you around slightly so that your back was pressed against his chest. One of his hands holding you in place by squeezing at your waist, the other rubbing against your inner thigh.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“I don’t fucking get it.” His slipped under your dress to rub against your now dampened panties. His palm rubbing slowly against your wetness. “You say that your boyfriend is good at fucking you, yet here you are drenched from a measly kiss from me.”

A moan escaped you as your hands gripped tightly against his wrists trying to pry away from him. You wanted to give in so bad, but you had something to prove. You couldn’t disappoint your ego right now.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you haven’t been fucked at all since you ended things with me, your highness.” You whined at his sarcastic nickname of you before your pride came back.

“You’re wrong. I’d say that I hadn’t started getting properly fucked since ending it with you.”

“When was the last time you guys fucked, then?”

“Last night! He pleasures me every night! More than you to say the least!”. You were losing your dominance quickly, assuming you had any right now. The slow stroking of Bakugou’s palm against your covered folds had you letting out whimpers.

“Oh? Is that so? How about this? If you don’t beg for me to make you cum within the next-“ Bakugou paused. “When’s your date?”. You bit your lips between your teeth ignoring him. Not pleased with your silence he dug his fingertips into your waist. You shut your eyes and let out a loud hum in your masochistic pleasure. “I asked you a fucking question. When is your date, L/N?”

“Seven! Fuck, its at seven!”. He loosened his grasp as he checked the clock on the desk.

6:28 P.M.

“Oh that’s not that far away, but I like a challenge.” His voice rumbled against your ear. “Then if I don’t have you begging to cum within the next 20 minutes, I, Bakugou Katsuki, will get down on my hands and knees and kiss your feet.”

He was being completely unfair. 20 minutes? That’s a long fucking time to hold back an orgasm, especially when it’s this guy trying to get you to reach one. But the thought of him kissing your feet flared your insatiable ego. You’ve lasted without cumming before, and you’d do it again to see Bakugou be put in the place he so rightfully deserved.

“So what do you say, your highness?”

“-my whore.” Your breaths settled as Bakugou looked puzzlingly at you. “Say you’re nothing but a whore for the royal L/N F/N while you kiss my feet and I’ll agree.”

“Tch. Fi-“

“And! I’m going to record it.” You were testing the waters now. But if Bakugou could handle any of the game he was talking right now, he’d surely agree.

“Fine. Then we start right now.”

You nodded in a rare display of compliance. Slowly, Bakugou began to rub his fingers against the crotch of your panties. He was going achingly slow, but you weren’t going to complain. The slower he took, the more time would be ate up. Was this his plan? To just go achingly slow for 20 minutes hoping you’d ask for him to speed up?

Imbecile.

You tried to focus on other things while Bakugou slowly rubbed away against your now wet panties. Looking away towards the desk, you thought about math equations. Complicated math equations. Math equations that could help solve the mysteries of our galaxy. Bakugou noticed your attempts of distraction and grinned, placing a soft kiss on are the area that your shoulder met your neck.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” The coarseness of his voice vibrating against your neck, taking you out of your mathematical universe.

“Your face after I upload that video on the internet…” You gasped at Bakugou’s sudden increase in pressure against your clothed vulva. He was still going pretty slow but you could feel the pressure cause your clit to swell. “And how…everyone is going to see how pathetic you really are.”

“Tch. You sure are good at acting sadistic. Too bad I’m the only one who knows what a fucking pig you really are. I’ll be making you admit that in just a few minutes.”

Before you could retort, Bakugou’s fingers started making increasingly faster grinds against your underwear. It was starting to become a challenge for you to not give in to the pleasures.

But then it suddenly clicked. He only said you didn’t have to beg, not that you couldn’t cum. Smirking you let your pleasure take over you, now softly moaning into the air. Waves of an encroaching orgasm began to fill your stomach and when you were about to finally go over the edge, Bakugou retreated his now slick hand away from you.

You quietly whined at the lack of pressure before steadying your breaths again. You stayed silent, adamant about not begging to the man behind you to finish the job.

“Oh…you’re pretty tough, huh? Lets see, it’s-“ Bakugou took another glance at the clock. “6:33. You only have 14 more minutes to go, princess. I believe it’s only fair that we kick it up just a bit.”

You smugly chuckled at his challenge. “I was wondering when you were going to make this diffi- Hnngg!”. Bakugou had moved the hand around your waist to tightly grasp the locks of your hair, turning your head to face him. Taking a moment to look directly at your grimaced face he smothered his lips onto yours, ravaging your mouth once again with his tongue. The fingers at your drenched panties increasing to a much faster pace.

You moaned loudly inside his mouth as you felt immense pressure build up inside you once again. You tried to wiggle your hips away from him but he placed his leg between yours, locking you into place. Struggling to breathe, you gripped his bicep in preparation for the orgasm once again approaching you.

Bakugou released your mouth as he once again removed his hand from between your hips. You now whined louder in protest.

“You got something to say?” He asked as he nibbled against your ear. You shook your head profusely. “I guess you really do like challenges, eh? Probably more than me.”

Bakugou lifted up one of your thighs so you’d place your foot on the edge of the desk. You hadn’t yet came down from your first failed orgasm before he sunk his hand into in your underwear and viciously circled around your clit.

You were moaning uncontrollably now, not caring if classmates outside Bakugou’s room could hear you. Chuckling, Bakugou bit down on your neck before licking away at the bite marks.

“Fuck! Bakugou! I-I’m gonna-“ You whined loudly at the repeated lack of friction between your thighs.

“You’re gonna what now? I don’t fucking think so. You haven’t let out a single beg. You know the rules.”

Your eyes watered as you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together trying to get yourself off. Failing, you had no choice but to let your body come down from its high.

As soon as your panting softened, they picked back up again when you felt Bakugou slowly stick two fingers up your sopping pussy. His fingers curving just right to lightly massage against the sensitive sponge inside you while moving them up and down in a quick motion.

“Hahh… Bakugou…”You groaned in pleasure. Too lost in trying to chase an orgasm, you hadn’t cared when Bakugou used his other hand to rip open your pretty dress. He roughly massaged at your breasts while burying his head in your neck.

“No bra? No fucking way you weren’t prepared for me to fuck you today.”

Your constant moans prevented you from replying. Bakugou pinched at your sensitive nipples while sucking harshly at your neck, leaving a bruise.

“You wanna cum, princess?”

“Yes! Yes, please!! Please let me cum! Fuck!” You gave in to his challenge, but it’d be worth it. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of your life. So what if you sacrificed a bit of your ego?.

Just when you thought you were about to enter heaven, the fingers that were inside you slipped out.

“Hnngh- Nooo!! Please, Bakugou. I’m begging, I’m begging!” The tears that were settled at your eyes, trailed down. Your thighs trembled as you once again tried squeezing them together to satisfy you.

Bakugou smirked silently. Instead answering you by dragging you to the bed and pushing you down. He ripped off the rest of your dress before he spread your thighs apart to take a good look at the mess he created between your hips. The way not only your voice, but your pussy was begging for him made him want to give you everything you wanted.

But, no. You needed to learn a lesson. You’d remember what happens when you fuck with him- or don’t fuck with him, rather.

His gazing taking too long, you called out for him again. “Please, Bakugou. I want to cum. I wanna cum so baaad…”. You placed your hands on his that were digging into the flesh below your knees, trying to get him to take pity on you.

“I heard you the first time. How do you want to cum? With my fingers, my tongue, or my-“

“Your cock! Please, I want your cock!” Your hands now gripping tightly onto his. “I’ve never wanted something so bad before, Bakugou, pleeease…”

“You’re begging for my cock, huh”. He pulled down his shorts so his cock could spring free.

You nodded with no hesitation. Deciding not to tease you for now, he sunk inside you in one swift thrust, thanks to your abundant juices.

“Hnngh, yes! I’m gonna cum so hard! Gonna cum all over your cock. Oh baby… Gonna cum so hard for youuu…” Your moans turned into gutteral groans as he plunged deep inside you with every thrust. He made sure the tip of his cock was stroking right at your g-spot.

As he picked up the pace, you swear you could sense your pupils dilating as an orgasm approached. You could see the pearly gates of heaven and then-

Bakugou slipped his cock out of you. Leaving you a whining mess.

“Whyyy?! ? Y-You said I could cum. You said if I begged I could cummm…”. You were sobbing at this point. “What do you want? I’ll do anything, Katsuki…”

His cock twitched at the first time of hearing you say his name.  “Say you’re a whore.”

You looked up at him as you hesitated. He coerced you with the teasing of his cock against your entrance. Sniffling, you did what you know your pussy would want you do to.

“I’m a whore.” Your eyes shut trying to hold on to the last bit of dignity you had.

“And? Fucking look at me when you speak.”

The intensity of looking into his vermillion eyes made you want to cower away. But you did as demanded. “I’m a filthy whore for Bakugou Katsuki.”

“And only me?” He dipped the tip of his cock into you and you forgot what even the meaning of dignity was.

“Yeess!! Only you! Only Katsuki! I swear it! I swear it on everything, I swear…”

“Your boyfriend?”

“I-I…” You trailed off and Bakugou started to slip back out again.

“You know I could do this forever. I made sure to jack off a few times in the shower. Let’s find out how long I leave you in this state.”

“Nooo! I don’t have a boyfriend! Fuck! Damn you!”

“Ahh…so he was fake?”

“He wasn’t fake…He was real. But h-he broke up with me after a week or so. He said he couldn’t keep up with my sex drive. Told me I was a-a nympho… So I yelled at him about y-“ You paused, hesitating to keep going. Bakugou just stared at you, not afraid of leaving you like this if you didn’t finish. “About you…”

“Me?” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, praising you for telling him all this. “And just what did your highness say about me?”

“I said if a rugged commoner like you could satisfy me, then he should be able to, too. So he called me a slut and left.”. You turned your head away, too embarrassed by the sharing of your breakup. “How dare he speak to me like that…”. Bakugou took hold of your chin to face him as he leaned down and kissed you on the lips. He wiped away your tears with his thumb and continued to stroke your cheek.

“You’re not a slut, F/N.”

You chucked. “I’m a whore but not a slut?”.

“I didn’t say you were. You did.” He slipped back inside you, making you moan once more. “Besides, you’re only like this with me, right? I doubt he was making you feel the way I do, anyways. Not with how pathetic he sounds.”

“Yeah…no one can make me feel this good.” Your mouth gaped open as Bakugou began steady thrusts inside you. Your ribbed walls clenched around him begging for more. “Lets cum together, okay?” You placed each of your hands on his cheeks. “I wanna cum with you.”

Entranced by your sudden displays of sweetness, he plunged his cock deeper and faster into you. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged as you felt your high approach. Your moans sounded more high-pitch and angelic as Bakugou leaned down to kiss your neck. He could better hear your beautiful sounds in this position and it was pushing him closer to his own climax.

His thrusts became more erratic at his impending orgasm. “F-fuck, F/N. I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so deep in your pussy.” He layed multiple kisses along your neck. “I might just give you a little prince.”

“Oh fuck! Katsukiii…Katsukiiii…” You tugged his hair tighter. Your long-awaited orgasm finally washed over you. It seemed like it could never end as your walls twitched violently against Bakugou’s cock, making him lose himself even more.

“Me too, F/N- me too. Fuck!” Bakugou pumped his milky seed deep inside you and you could probably cum again just from the hot feeling of it. When it seemed his cock was drained, he allowed himself to collapse on top of you.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, caressing your fingers along his back as you regained your breathing. “You didn’t cum exactly when I did. I’m deducting points.”

He chucked beneath into your neck. “Fuck your point system. I’m rebelling against your shitty monocracy.” You gasped, feigning offense. He kissed you on the lips before turning his body to lay beside you.

“We should..uhh…probably go get a pill, right?”

You sent a confused look at him. “Bakugou, I’m on birth control.”

He shot up from the bed with shock. “Hah?! So why had we been using a condom?” He frustratingly gripped at his hair. “I could’ve been fucking you raw this whole time?!”

“Well I figured you used them because you didn’t trust me.”

“What?” He looked at you before turning his face away trying to hide his blush. “Of course I’d trust my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?! This hasn’t been discussed with the counsel!”

Bakugou leaned over you, his forearms resting on either side of your head. “I believe I said I was rebelling against your shitty monocracy, F/N.” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “Who else is gonna put up with your stuck-up attitude and inhuman sex drive?” He layed back down beside you and pulled you into him, kissing the back of your shoulder.

You twisted your body to face him, looking directly into his eyes. “So you fell in love with the enemy?”

“Yeah, your highness. I fucking did. Gonna execute me?”

You shook your head and kissed his nose before burying into his chest. The up and down motions of his chest relaxing you, beckoning you to sleep.

“I did too.” You whispered softly, Bakugou had heard you though. Holding you tighter against his chest, the exhaustion and your comfort drifted him to sleep.

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Please go on a tangent on the love you have for Kanan and Ezra’s relationship. The book boys, the one with the most healthy and wholesome father-son relationship

I know not who you are, nor what you mean by book boys. But may I just say…

…I’ve started quoting Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider way too much. Thanks, @kanerallels.

Ahhh!! their father-son dynamic is easily my second favorite dynamic in Rebels.

Kanan never necessarily wanted to be a teacher. Hera’s the one who wanted to recruit Ezra at all—Kanan was all like “nooo we don’t need to pick up another stray” and Hera responds by listing off reasons why they should adopt him and turning everything the kid does into a reason to add to the list…and eventually Kanan comes around and gives Ezra the choice to join the crew as his Padawan after making sure that he’s Force-sensitive. Basically, Kanan was being dramatic about Ezra stealing from them. Which is fair.

Kanan’s reluctant to teach at first. He only had six months of training, after all, and he wants Ezra to have the best master possible. He’s insecure; he’s too hard on himself, but Ezra misinterprets that in S1 E5. But they talk it out in the end—that’s one of my favorite things about them. Yeah, they misunderstand each other sometimes, but they always end up talking it out and reestablishing their bond.

Ezra has trouble letting himself open up to Kanan or letting himself get attached because he’s just so scared of losing someone he loves again. He has moments where he shuts down; where he needs to be alone; where he needs to cry. And Kanan never once invalidates his feelings. He’s understanding; he’s caring; he’s respectful. These two males communicate, deeply love those around them, and let each other know how much they mean to each other. Yeah, Kanan often facepalms and dramatically sighs because of his space son’s antics. But he’s also such a Proud Dad. Exhibit A:

This is his face in S1 E10 as he gazes at his Padawan. All the little moments when he smiles at Ezra, jokes around with him (“kid, you worry me sometimes” lol), fights with all his might to protect him, then learns in S2 E18 to let him go. He teaches Ezra about the value of sacrifice in S1…and in S4. He’s always looking out for his boy, seeking to help him become the great Jedi he knows he can be. And their HUGS?? SO sweet. Kanan lets Ezra cry into his shoulder on multiple occasions, and you can see how much of a comfort Kanan is to his Padawan, how he’s become the boy’s safe place. How he’s been for Ezra what he desperately needed at his age.

Ok, I should focus on Ezra a little more before I shut up, shouldn’t I?

My boy is so SWEET. He adopts Kanan as his dad so early on—see S1 E5 (“I want you!”) and when he’s taken away from him at the end of S1, Ezra will not rest until he’s rescued his Master. He truly does learn from Kanan. Even when they distance themselves from each other at the beginning of S3, Ezra ends up apologizing and hugging Kanan, choosing to trust him and be vulnerable enough to reach out for him in his moment of need. Kanan’s is the first name he calls when he’s afraid, the person in the crew Ezra bonds the most deeply with. They make a GREAT team, and Ezra brags on his Master so much—see S1 E10 (“the best master!!”).

I could go through and make this into some eloquent, well-constructed thing, but I’d rather keep it all-natural. We’re not on AO3 here. Anyway, I love them, your honor, and they have this amazing father-son love for each other and it’s BEAUTIFUL. (Fun fact: S2 E11 is a GREAT Kanan & Ezra episode!)

Thanks for the ask, anon!! Anon asks are fun; I haven’t had very many! If you end up feeling like revealing your identity, please do. If not, that’s all good! Have a great day & I’m sorry this took me forever!

[swampyswan]

Horde Prime and Individuality in Horde Clones

One thing that a lot of people have noticed about the Horde Clones’ is that the ones who get a few moments of screen time all display little hints of individuality. Hordak and Wrong Hordak are obvious examples, but there is also a few others; that one clone that yelled at Catra and then got all possessed like the goddamn Exorcist, and then there was that other one that Adora and the gang tied up who absolutely would not shut up on how great Horde Prime was. We see two unique traits with these two; a bad temper and talkativeness. And these two have virtually no impact on the plot, which leads to the precedent that ALL clones have a degree of individuality that’s been suppressed.

However, I disagree with people who say that Horde Prime doesn’t want this individuality, because I would argue that it’s exactly what he wants.

Now, he doesn’t want the clones to be individuals from him, and he does enforce the idea of them being nearly identical, but I think that Prime’s entire set-up definitely allows for clones to show hints of personality, if only to set them up for further failure.

Prime shows a lot of traits of a stereotypical narcissist (not that he has NPD, because having NPD doesn’t inherently make you evil or anything, but he demonstrates a lot of traits of a malignant narcissist personality type in the most stereotypical sense). One of the biggest indications of this type of person is that they simultaneously believe themselves to be superior to others but still crave validation from others. It’s a contradictory idea; the narcissist believes they are amazing, but they also need others to reinforce it constantly, or else they feel inferior.

If all Prime wanted was efficiency and servitude, he could have all of the clones replaced with robots (kind of like Entrapta’s kingdom) with only as many clones as needed to repair them. If all he wanted was complete obedience, why not have the mind control chips active at all times with the clones, like it is with the Etherians? In some areas it makes sense to have clones, but in terms of more complex tasks (like running the ship) why bother with using a person when a machine can functionally do the same (or better of a) job?

If you think I’m looking into it too deeply, just keep in mind that Hordak’s betrayal would not have occurred had Prime either A. Shot Entrapta himself B. Had Hordak’s mind control chip already activated so he couldn’t stop himself, or C. Had a robot do it. So why doesn’t he make stuff easier for himself?

Speaking of that, why accept Hordak back at all? Why not just kill him after he showed so many moments of deviancy from the Horde after reading his mind? If Hordak’s actions are so blasphemous, why not kill him outright for the sake of the Horde’s efficiency? Or to prevent Hordak from rebelling a second time?

Well, it’s because it’s not about efficiency. It’s about showboating. Having a bunch of living breathing people who devote their whole existence to you is Prime’s dream. Taking such a rebellious member as Hordak and transforming him into another “perfect” servant is WAY more satisfying for Prime than killing him.

The clones, despite being aliens, are still people. And people make mistakes and can screw up in areas where robots wouldn’t, and when that happens, Prime comes in to “save the day”, like he did when that clone yelled at Catra.

Prime wants his clones to be subservient and reflections of him; after all, they don’t tolerate any identity outside of their attachment to their leader. And yet, Prime seems perfectly content with having flawed individuals running every corner of his ship simply because they give him validation and supply for his narcissistic habits. Having clones with little hints of individuality gives him more of an excuse to “reprimand” them and show off just how “amazing” he is.

Basically, I think Prime wants his clones to be so similar to knock down any ideas that they can function separately from him, but allows slight deviations because it gives him excuses to flex his “superiority”.

I can imagine that stuff like this happened pretty often; a clone shows a moment of deviancy (AKA having a personality), Prime inevitably finds out, makes a great show of reprimanding him (likely in front of other clones), shows “mercy” by “cleansing” him in that weird Jell-o bath thing, and makes it clear that he would do the same to any other blasphemers he finds. And the clones will try their hardest to follow his rules, but “failure” is inevitable, because “failure” literally means anything from “showing a preference” to “having a certain emotion at a time Prime decides is wrong for some reason.” I don’t doubt that Prime himself doesn’t even know what he doesn’t want the clones to do, especially since Wrong Hordak even says that FACIAL EXPRESSIONS are off limits (even though the Horde clones are all very expressive). It wouldn’t surprise me if he changed the rules on a whim.

Clone: *smiles because he’s happy about something*

Prime: Why are you smiling? How dare you treat this as some kind of joke!

Same Clone: *acts serious because he remembers last time*

Prime: Do you not feel any happiness for our accomplishments? How ungrateful!

TL;DR Horde Prime sucks lol

[shepherds-of-haven]

I'm obsessed with this dark!Shepherds AU?? Could you tell us more about it? Or in a head-to-head fight, which Shepherds would win against their evil counterparts or vice versa?

Hi there, good question! I haven’t really given that much thought to the dark!Shepherds AU, but I imagine (if we’re making it very similar to the Justice League scenario) something happens to make the majority of the Shepherds snap, and they turn against the Autarchy and instate a form of governance based solely on power and domination. They think they’re doing what’s right by preventing conflict and protecting the world from demons, just like the Justice Lords felt when they took over the world. That being said...

Dark!Blade: Dark!Blade isn’t all that different from teenage/young adult Blade, who was perfectly comfortable with the idea of assassinating and killing people for his cause, and because he firmly believed it would lead to the greater good. Dark!Blade would be like that, but even colder and more ruthless than his past self. He would rid himself of all personal attachments, such as friends, family, and romance, believing that such feelings made him weak and hesitant, and made himself vulnerable to his enemies in the way that the Autarch was made vulnerable through her sons. 

In a toe-to-toe combat situation, it’s hard to say who would win. Both have razor-sharp killing instincts and battle tactics, but I’m probably going to give it to Dark!Blade, because he would be willing to fight dirty (taking loved ones hostage, threatening kids or bystanders) and Blade would sacrifice himself willingly for others while Dark!Blade wouldn’t. So I’ll give it to him 90% of the time!

Dark!Trouble: I really can’t imagine a dark version of Trouble, not in the whole “bad Justice League” sense. I suppose he already walks a fine line between light and dark as it is; his relentless good, altruism, courage, and compassion make him a hero, but there’s that edge of temper, rage, and darkness (especially in his past--he was a criminal and killer-for-hire too, after all) that colors it as well. Like, now it’s fine for him to beat the everloving shit out of an asshole like Lazu Reen, but that could tip over to someone who’s not so black-and-white bad, too--he could turn that hatred towards an enemy who is more nuanced, like a politician who ultimately serves the people and does good, but who happened to make Trouble an enemy by personally slighting or hurting a friend, something like that. Trouble’s sense of loyalty tends to override his desire for justice in some ways, and I could see him supporting someone like Blade or MC to the end if they framed their endeavors in a way that could still be read as “good”. Like, yeah I had to kill this group of people, but it was for the greater good! And he’d be like “alright, I trust you!” He’s got your back even when the whole world turns against you, until there comes a point when he just can’t stand it anymore--but by then, he probably already did a lot of bad out of love of his friends.

If it were a death match between Dark!Trouble and our Trouble, I’m betting our Trouble would win, purely because Dark!Trouble’s desire to live would be just slightly lessened by the weight of all the deeds he committed. I don’t think he’s truly cut out to be bad, so our Trouble would probably win... 

Truthfully, though, if we’re following the Justice League formula, I could see Trouble being the one dying to trigger the domino effect that leads to the Shepherds turning bad. Like the Flash (I’m pretty sure it was Wally West in JL), in a way, he’s one of the hearts of the Order that bridges them to the civilian population and vice-versa. If he were killed, I could see them falling into the path of darkness (with a lot of other factors involved, too).

Dark!Shery: we already know that Dark!Shery and Shery are one in the same, lol. I don’t think Dark!Shery would be so much like the bad Justice League; I think what would be dark about her would be her indifference, her total passive indifference to their quest for domination “for the greater good” and their thirst for revenge. Dark!Shery is more just personally angry, aggressive, loud, forceful, and selfish, but I don’t see any world where she sets out for power or world domination. If anything, I see Dark!Shery (in that AU) being petty and mean, ripping lollipops out of kids’ hands because she feels like it and not batting an eye at seeing a beggar collapse in the street. 

That’s not to say drunk Dark!Shery is like that, I’m just taking her badness to an extreme in an AU where all of the Shepherds are bad!

In a fight, Dark!Shery would absolutely win, lol. She doesn’t have any better combat abilities than our Shery, but her sheer rage would be terrifying and would lend her crazy strength, lol.

Dark!Tallys: Tallys, too, already walks the edge of the path to darkness a little bit, I think. Obviously she’s chosen the good side, but in a different world where a demon promised her revenge for her fallen family and an opportunity to burn the Autarchy down, I think the younger her would have taken it. In a dark!AU where Trouble was killed or something, I think she would be like, “okay, fuck it” and give in to that doubtful, vengeful side of herself and just go apeshit on the world. She would be one of the people spearheading the plan to take over the world. She’d give lip service and say she was doing it for the greater good, but another part of her would revel in the blood and chaos. It wouldn’t heal the wound in her heart, though, and would only make her even more twisted and angry. 

In a head-to-head first, I’m going to give it to our Tallys 60% of the time. Part of the thing that makes Tallys so effective in battle is her ability to sever herself from her emotions and maintain a cool head; she can detach herself from personal feelings and analyze combat with cold clarity. I feel like dark!Tallys would be easy to taunt into a rage, or she would let her hatred and thirst for blood cloud her mind, so I feel like our Tallys would have the advantage most of the time!

Dark!Riel: I say this in complete seriousness: in a world where Riel decided to turn evil or fall to the dark side, everybody is already fucked. He would absolutely be the most effective and terrifying villain out of the entire cast. He will rip, slash, and burn entire countries with the easy ruthlessness of an accountant making budget cuts. He knows a dozen ways to starve, lay siege to, and lead public campaigns against the enemy. He would be the scariest Autarch the world has ever seen. If you think he’s mean to his enemies like Ebert now, wait until he has no moral code holding him back...

It’s difficult to imagine a battle between Dark!Riel and our Riel, but I’m going to guess the utter dispassionate cruelty and lack of compassion in Dark!Riel would win 90% of the time. Our Riel has a little less edge than Dark!Riel, so for that reason, I think he would lose. And so would the world...

Dark!Chase: I feel like Dark!Chase is very similar to our Chase, just colder, more ruthless, and bloodthirstier. He’d take genuine pleasure in torturing and killing his enemies, and I think he would cut out the flirtatious aspect of his personality in favor of a crueler and more sadistic sense of humor. He would also probably be batshit insane, like, somewhere on the Joker’s level but not obnoxious; in fact, quieter and calmer and deadlier, like you could never really know what he was thinking. People would be afraid to look into his eyes. I think it would take a lot more to push him to that point than the others, though; but once he tipped over that cliff into darkness, there’d be no going back or remorse for him. He’d love to kill his enemies with a kiss and a smile.

In a fight between our Chase and Dark!Chase, I feel like it would be 50/50. Dark!Chase would be more reckless, unpredictable, and have even less of a fear of death than our Chase does; our Chase would have the edge in terms of strategy. So yeah, I think it would be 50/50!

Dark!Red: I can’t even imagine what Dark!Red would be like, lol. I just can’t imagine him being truly evil or ruthless without feeling guilty about it. I guess I could only imagine it if, like, he messed around with some spell and it robbed him of the ability to feel love or empathy?? But even then, I feel like he doesn’t have any inclination to go around conquering the world or hurting people. He mostly just wants to chill and read his books. I feel like he’d be the only one out of the group (besides probably Trouble if he’s not already dead) to be like uhhh guys what’s going on here, this isn’t like us?? He’d probably defect and lead a small underground rebel force with Pan and Neon. OMG and he’d be the one to figure out worldwalking and travel to our Blest to get our Shepherds to fight his because they’d be the only ones to stand a chance at taking down the evil versions of themselves!!! OMG!!! IT ALL FITS WTF. 

Dark!Ayla: I could see Ayla Hulking out and becoming full of rage, but it’s difficult for me to imagine her doing something like supporting the death of innocents or using dirty-handed maneuvers to conquer the land. She’s also among the most independent of the Shepherds, so I feel like she’d be the most vocal of their opposition... it’s realllly hard for me to imagine her casually killing anybody except for scumbags who hurt other people, like murderers and kidnappers. In a war between different political factions or a bid to conquer the world, I just don’t think she has it in her--no matter how angry and aggrieved she was at whatever turned the rest of the others bad.

I think she would either be on the good side, such as supporting Red’s rebels, or vocal enough among the bad guys to have been killed as a dissenter; she might not be around by the time our Shepherds made it to the dark dimension. But if she was, I’m pretty sure our Ayla would win against her 80% of the time. Our Ayla still has the courage of her convictions and the scrappy desire to survive no matter what; dark!Ayla probably wouldn’t. 

Dark!Halek: Also hard for me to imagine Halek turning truly evil; I feel like, if something bad were to happen to turn the rest of the Order bad, Halek would give himself more to grief instead of rage and revenge. He most likely would remove himself from the situation rather than try to take over the world; they would probably have to go hunting for him in the wilderness, kind of like when Luke was a hermit on that blue milk island in Star Wars (spoilers I guess?). I guess dark!Halek would be sort of tired and indifferent Halek, not able to go up against his old allies; our Shepherds might regard him as a coward, but he wouldn’t be evil like the others. 

Our Halek would definitely beat that Halek in a fight, but they’d probably have no reason to fight in the first place!

Dark!Briony: did any of you ever watch the Flashpoint Paradox (another DC movie about the Justice League--well, the Flash--finding out about a really evil parallel universe)? There’s a scene in it where Dark!Wonder Woman--Queen of the Amazonians and waging a war against Aquaman and the Atlanteans--like, beheads Aquaman’s wife Queen Mera and holds her head up to Aquaman like “fuck you”. I won’t link the gif because all of the violence in that movie is pretty gruesome, but that’s how I feel Dark!Briony would initially be. Super strong, running through the enemy army like a knife through paper, annihilating whole forces and landscapes with just her fists, and not giving a shit just how many people she’s killing. I feel like there’s already a tenuous grasp on her emotions in our Briony; beneath the happy-go-lucky, sweet exterior, she feels so much and loves so much that there’s also the ability for her to snap. It wouldn’t take that much (a few more Nathes) to unhinge her and decide to hurt the world as much as it has hurt her. I think she would sort of black out into an all-consuming, heartbroken suicide run where she just decided to do everything in her power to create as much destruction as possible, to somehow soothe the destruction in her heart. 

When that wouldn’t work, I think she would come back to her senses a little and start to slowly realize how fucked up and evil the things she’s doing (and the people around her) have become. It would be slower than someone like Ayla or Red, but gradually I think she would start to nurse a secret doubt in her heart, and if someone like Red was still around, he’d be able to convince her to start working for the good guys in secret, as their mole within the dark!Shepherds. However, I feel like cleverer minds like Blade, Lavinet, Chase and Riel would find her out, and she’d probably be executed for her treason.

In a fight against Dark!Briony and our Briony, I feel like it would depend on what stage of her development she’s at. If it’s still full rage mode, Dark!Briony probably wins like 80-90% of the time!

Dark!Lavinet: I could see Lavinet turning evil, but it’s sort of hard to imagine because she takes her duty to serve the people so seriously--it’s difficult to imagine what would need to happen to make her forget that, or to make her think she knows what’s best for them, even if that means doing bad things. It would already be so easy for her to do that in our world that she’s very conscious of it, so it would take a lot for her to fall into darkness. However, it’s still possible, and I could totally see her agreeing to be installed as a figurehead Autarch in order to maintain order and peace, slowly becoming more callous and ruthless over time. She would totally execute the old guard loyal to the previous Autarch and make their heads roll publicly to instill fear and respect for her reign. She does have that streak of ruthlessness in her; in our world, it’s reserved only for her enemies, but in that world, she’d slowly start to view everyone as her enemy--even past friends!

In a fight between Dark!Lavinet and our Lavinet, I would guess that our Lavinet would win 90% of the time. In that AU, I feel like Dark!Lavinet would let others do the fighting for her, and she would get used to ruling and being behind the front lines; in a way, she’d lose her fighting edge, something our Lavinet still has in spades. So in a direct combat situation, I think our Lavinet would win! In a game of wits and politics, I’m not sure--I would give that one 60-40 in favor of Dark!Lavinet!