#Battle Royal High School

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Battle Royal High School ~ Ichirō Itano ~ 1987

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Battle Royal High School, Ichirō Itano, 1978

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Can we please go back to anime looking like this?

Battle Royal High School (1987), dir. Ichiro Itano

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"Who's Hotter?" Battle of the Anime Twins

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Bigender Swag Battle: Redemption Round 5 (Match 2)

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ohhh thanks for letting me know that the au is already taken. then can i request again for ouran high school host club and battle royale/hunger games (your pick)?

No problem at all, my lovely anon! Though this comes to you very late, I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons for this really fun, if angsty AU!

Okay, but this was actually a really hard AU for me to really decide upon ideas for and in the end, it kind of ended up being a combination of several different kind of battle royale type universes and ideas, mixtures of things influenced by various pop culture hits.

So, I did stick with the one general consensus among most battle royale type medias. This is definitely treated as a game of sorts, a game that is advertised and watched by everyone. it occurs once yearly and the contestants are always teenagers. Once you turn thirteen until the day you hit nineteen, you are eligible to play the game. The game is used to both keep citizens of a very dystopian society in line and under the power of the ruling monarchy and as a sick type of entertainment, the only televised thing other than news broadcasts, emergency bulletins, and daily reminders from the government on the weather and the expected role of each citizen within this dystopian world.

Needless to say, this game is a big deal. Now how are people selected, you might ask? Now, despite not being a huge fan of The Hunger Games (as in, I really don't like the books or the movies at all), I really am a fan of the district set-up, and I decided to incorporate that into this AU. So a champion is selected from each of the twelve districts that make up the world and, much like The Hunger Games, the districts are each responsible for one sole part of the world's economy and each districts champions really come with that specialized knowledge and skills.

The game does offer fame, riches, and good fortune to not only the winner but their entire district so, while you would assume that nobody would volunteer for the game, given that it is literally a life or death situation, a winner-take-all, kill or be killed game, there is always at least one champion who willingly volunteered to play the game each year.

And volunteering - actually a necessity. Each district is required to have someone 'volunteer' each year to be the champion. The government decided, after the first couple games, that randomly picking people made the government look like the bad guys, no matter the outcome, and so they make each district volunteer so that it looks like there's more widespread support for the game than there is. And how can you force someone to volunteer to potentially be slaughtered or to have to commit mass murder to survive? Easy…each district is given 24 hours notice of the selection date and they must, in that time, come up with a volunteer for champion. If the district refuses or cannot come up with a volunteer, the government helps them decide…usually by starting to kill off citizens until a volunteer comes forward. But all that is ever publicized and shown to the other districts is edited footage showing the champion supposedly bravely and confidently volunteering themselves for the game, all a PR spin.

This year's champions? From District 1, which makes luxury items and expensive jewelry, is Tamaki Suoh, who willingly volunteered for the games to prevent any slaughter in the district.

From District 2, which manufactures weapons, comes Mitsukuni Haninozuka, who prefers to be called Honey. Honey is a strong contender and one of the favourites to win the whole thing, especially with his immense strength despite his tiny stature.

From District 3, which manufactures electronics, comes Renge Houshakuji. A hardcore fan of the game, she also willingly volunteered. She has watched the games obsessively throughout her life, studied the strategies and is sure she can win this all.

From District 4, which specializes in fishing, comes Mei Yasumura. Mei was bullied from the time she was a child, rather friendless and very much a loner, despite her brash confidence and outgoing nature. It didn't exactly shock her or her family when she was told she was to volunteer or face death from her own neighbours.

From District 6, specializing in transportation and infrastructure, comes Kyoya Ootori. The son of a well to do family, it's always been expected that he would someday play and win the games, like his brothers had before him, and he has been training for this since he was a child.

From District 7, specializing in lumber, comes Ritsu Kasanoda. Despite his terrifying appearance, Ritsu is scared shitless of the games. He only stepped up and volunteered because he'd heard among the townfolk that his best friend had been decided amongst the district's citizens as this year's volunteer. Ritsu really does love his friend and though he is sure that volunteering will spell his certain death, he's just happy knowing he allowed his friend to have a future.

From District 9, which produces all the grain used, comes Umehito Nekozawa. A strange boy with an aversion to sunlight, he hides under a big cloak and seems to keep his distance from everyone, mostly speaking to a cat like puppet he wears on his hand. If his behaviour in the games is any indication, it's safe to say his district thought he was nuttier than a fruitcake and decided to make him volunteer to be rid of him.

From District 10, which specializes in raising livestock, come Akira Komatsuzawa. Though he knows his future will be decided for him based on where he was born, Akira is jealous of those lucky enough to be born in the most well-off districts and yearns to win the game and get the money and fame and fortune. He definitely volunteered before anyone else could.

From District 11, responsible for agriculture, comes Takashi Morinozuka, who prefers to go by Mori. A quiet and serious boy, Mori tends to disappear into the background of the game, something he does learn to use to his advantage.

From District 12, specializing in coal mining, comes Haruhi Fujioka. Haruhi is vehemently opposed to the games and had no intention of volunteering. Then again, neither did anyone else in her district. It took a full day of the government slaughtering civilians before Haruhi sacrificed herself as a volunteer to make it stop - she would either die in the games or die avoiding volunteering, and by volunteering, she could save many other people. Responsible and determined, she chose the path that aligned most with her moral compass and is walking into the game sure of her decision.

It's a funny story about the champions from District 5, which produces all electricity, and District 8, which produces all textiles. In a 'coincidence' orchestrated by the government, who thought it would make the game even more entertaining, the two champions are not only brothers but twin brothers, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Though they are both originally from District 5, Kaoru had been in District 8 at the time of the selection, visiting his father as their parents are divorced and living in separate districts.

The game itself is brutal. But, being the biggest source of entertainment, there's no shortage of funds for it and the champions are decked out in the finest of battle outfits, each representing some aspect of their district, and are provided with the best of weapons fitting their districts. On top of that, each year's game setting is completely different, unique and totally new each year. This year's playing field? It is a secluded area, largely without trees and with no obvious sources of water. It kind of resembles a dystopian city, bleak, desolate, but with lots of buildings to hide in and take shelter, maybe find supplies to keep you going.

In between the deadly game of hide and seek each player must play against the other, four times a day, an alert goes off and one area of the playing field is set for destruction, with everyone in the area only having thirty minutes to escape the area before it is destroyed. Anyone left in the area is almost certainly guaranteed to die.

On top of this, throughout the course of the game, there comes additional 'mini-games', challenges that the players must participate in and beat. These challenges can, of course, be played and won alone, theoretically at least. In actuality, it's far easier to win these games if the players either group up into small groups or all cooperate together to beat the challenge. At the end of each challenge, the group of players must all choose a 'weakest link', the player who was the worst at the challenge or provided little help in beating it. That player will then be executed.

The first player to die in this game was Kaoru. He had immediately partnered up with his twin from the beginning, a strategy that worried Kyoya greatly, especially that early in the game. Single players are far easier to eliminate than groups working together, something all of Kyoya's training for the games had taught him from an early age, and Kyoya pulled some trickery. He pretended to want to form an alliance with the Hitachiin twins, which the twins bought…kind of. The twins are, after all, suspicious of anyone that isn't each other. They did hold Kyoya at arms length, didn't take any food or drinks from him, and held back a lot of their plans and game strategy. What they didn't take into account is how physically exhausting the game would be, especially the terrain, and it was when they needed to take a break that Kyoya attacked, without warning. He had honestly meant to kill both of the twins…however, by the time he had swung the crowbar and hit Kaoru hard enough in the head to kill him, Hikaru had definitely noticed what was going on. Enraged by his brother's sudden and gruesome death, Hikaru went a little crazy and was prepared to taser Kyoya to death. Kyoya proved too quick for the remaining twin though, running away.

Hikaru refused to leave Kaoru's body…to him, it was more a priority that Kaoru's body be given as proper a burial as possible. Kyoya could would and Hikaru swore to himself that he would survive the game long enough to kill the boy who took his brother from him. Kasanoda was the next to die, his quick temper getting him into an altercation with Komatsuzawa, who was itching to prove himself in the game anyway. Komatsuzawa played dirty during the fight, something Kasanoda could not bring himself to do with his strong moral compass and unfortunately, Kasanoda met his maker. His death was quick and painless though, a small blessing considering that Komatsuzawa figured out after that first kill that he rather enjoyed the thrill and rush of murder and that such a short death wasn't really satisfying - he wanted that pleasure to last a little bit longer each time he did it.

Nekozawa is the next to die and not even at the hands of another player. Nekozawa fell victim to his own habit of avoiding people. He had figured it would be safest to hide out and avoid everyone, letting them all kill each other while he and his cat puppet stayed safe, out of sight, and kept each other company. He had honestly had a really good plan, but he wasn't the smartest when he came to picking hiding places. While the building seemed in relatively solid shape, a rotten bunch of floorboards collapsed, sending Nekozawa plummeting down from the fourth level of a building to the basement. He was dead upon impact.

Haruhi is the fourth to die, a lesson in how serious those area alerts are. She died helping evacuate the area, saving Tamaki, Renge, Mei, and Honey's lives by getting them out of the area. Doing so, though she would have regretted not doing so, meant that she left herself no time to escape in the end and was caught and killed in the blast as a preplanted bomb detonated to destroy the block.

Renge kills Komatsuzawa after he attacks and almost butchers and assaults her. She was badly wounded in his attack, brutally so. Akira had not held back, emboldened by his previous kill and wanting so badly to experience that high, but in that desperation he had gotten sloppy and Renge used a piece of jagged, broken glass as a weapon, shoving it up through his eye and into his brain. She, however, bled out from her wounds within a matter of hours, making them the fifth and sixth casualties of the game and bringing the game's participants down to the halfway point.

It was at this point that one of the mini-games happened. To complete the challenge, Tamaki really did manage to convince almost all the players to work together. Mei, Mori, Honey, Hikaru…and supposedly Kyoya. However, Kyoya refused to really work well with the group, sabotaging the others if it meant a chance to weaken them, playing cut-throat and dirty like his father had taught him all his life to do. Kyoya's plan backfired when he found out how very easy it is for a group to vote you the weakest link, though all the other players hated to do so, even with Kyoya's cut-throat strategy. A lot can be forgiven, after all, when you know it's motivated by the desire to live.

Having seen so much death at this point though was starting to really take its turn on everyone and there was definitely some sanity slippage starting for several of them. None more so than Mei though, who reached a point where her mind just could not take anymore. She opted out of the game via suicide, jumping off a very tall building.

Honey and Mori had teamed up from the word go, much like the twins had. They'd also included Tamaki in their group and now the three of them are so close to the end of the game. It's no wonder Hikaru was the next to die - a group of three against one player? Not even the very confident and crafty Hikaru can survive those odds.

Honey is another casualty, much like Haruhi, of the area limits. And exactly like Haruhi, he died protecting someone. In Honey's case, it was his best friend Mori, someone he really loved. The moment was made even more tragic and touching by Honey's last act, putting Honey's prized pink bunny plush into Mori's hands, just as Honey pushed Mori out of the area range before the area was filled with a downpour of sulfuric acid that Honey was unfortunately caught in.

And then it was down to two…but Mori, after Honey's sacrifice, had a little bit more to live for. All he had to do was look at the pink bunny in his hands, after all, and he knew exactly what he had to live for. He had to live to win the game. And once he did? He swore to himself as Honey died that once Mori won the game, he would devote all his remaining life to figuring out a way to overthrow the government and dismantle the game for good.

Tamaki does die, making Mori the winner. Does Mori ever succeed in destroying the game and its legacy?? Who knows?

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Host Club Member #07: Shuya Nanahara [Wild Seven]

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Round 1: Group G Match 3

Masterlist of polls can be found here

Submissions are open until the end of Round 1!

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Don't you hate it when this happens, ladies?

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so here’s my first drabble! interpreted from a very fun dream i had. it’s definitely a fantasy, so if you don’t mind suspended reality a little bit with me.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve finally convinced yourself to go back to school and get your degree, you’re late to your first class and your professor doesn’t take too kindly to tardiness. or, does he?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aaron pierre as dr. pierre & the black!fem reader as you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy smut, power imbalance, daddy kink, crude language, a bunch of grown folks things. minors do not interact.

Going back to school was your greatest accomplishment to date. At thirty, it wasn’t easy to take the leap and register for classes. You were terrified of being seen as the old freshman, but your dreams held more weight than your ego. You were proud of the life you’d built, sacrificing your own education to work and save so your younger brother could have the college experience he deserved. At just eighteen, you stepped up for your family, getting a full-time job to help fund his education. Now, ten years later, your baby brother was well on his way to earning a master’s degree. It was finally time to center yourself for once.

“Shit!” you yelped, bolting upright in bed. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, and the panic was immediate. You were supposed to be up an hour ago, but now you were going to be late for your very first college class. The one everyone told you not to take because it was at 8 a.m. You’d brushed them off, thinking, I used to wake up earlier than that for work. I got this. Clearly, you didn’t. It was 7:15, and you had 45 minutes to pull yourself together and get to Magnolia A&M University, your local HBCU.

Luckily, you’d picked out your outfit the night before. You had work later at the country club, and tennis lessons were on the schedule. That meant your Nike tennis skirt and matching top would have to do. After a rushed shower, skincare routine, and throwing your hair into a curly pineapple, you grabbed your keys. It was a ten-minute drive to campus, but with your luck today, who knew if you’d make it on time?

Magnolia A&M wasn’t just a school; it was a deliberate choice. Your family had always valued community and Black excellence, so an HBCU was a no-brainer. Every time you stepped on campus, you wished you’d started right after high school. Now, at thirty, you felt too old for frat parties or the Battle of the Bands, but you still loved the sense of unity. The royal blue and orange school colors? You wore them with pride.

You sped to campus like you had a getaway driver’s license, thanking the ancestors you didn’t get a ticket. After finding the right building, you made it to the lecture hall only 15 minutes late. African-American History was your first class of the day—and your minor. It had been the first course you registered for, the one you were most excited about.

As you pushed open the lecture hall doors, all eyes turned toward you, including those of your professor. You couldn’t see him clearly from the back of the room, but his posture alone radiated disapproval. Your stomach sank as you scanned the rows of seats. Of course, the only open spot was smack dab in the front row. Middle seat.

You braced yourself for the walk of tardy shame. Muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” at least ten times, you maneuvered your thick frame between tables and chairs. The awkward ordeal felt like it dragged on forever, but finally, you slid into the empty seat, heart racing.

The professor’s voice was what caught your attention first—deep, rich, and laced with a smooth British accent. You froze mid-search in your bag for a notebook and pen. When your gaze finally lifted to meet his, you nearly forgot to breathe.

Goddamn.

The word echoed in your mind before you could stop it. Beautiful wasn’t a word you usually reserved for men, but no other word fit. His sharp, masculine features contrasted with a pair of thick lashes framing aquamarine eyes. His neat facial hair outlined full, pink lips, and you couldn’t stop your thighs from pressing together as a very salacious thought crept into your mind. one that started with his wet duo on your first set of lips, and ending on your second.

Focus, girl. Eyes off the man and on the syllabus.

You forced yourself to listen, trying to ignore the low hum of his voice that made your spine tingle. Curiosity bubbled up as you wondered what a man from London was doing teaching African-American Studies in Texas. Almost as if reading your mind, he began explaining.

He told the class how reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X in middle school ignited his fascination with race relations in the West. That fascination led him to pursue a bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate in African-American Studies. The name “Dr. Aaron Pierre” on your schedule had conjured an image of an older, graying professor who had more experience than book knowledge. You weren’t expecting a thirty year old Adonis who looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ.

The class went on like normal, an introductory first day of school. The hour ticked by as you gawked at your professor’s arms in the fitted black polo shirt he wore. It wasn’t until everyone around you had gotten up that you realized class had been dismissed. You followed suit, only to have your name called out in that deep baritone. How had he remembered it? Your introduction was one of the first of at least seventy-five.

“Can I see you in my office? You missed the first few minutes of class, just want to make sure you’re up to speed.”

Your throat was suddenly rivalry for the Sahara desert, your stomach hollowed. You were about to get kicked out of your first college course, all because your stupid alarm didn’t sound. You followed him to his office in silence, he opened the heavy wooden door for you and you ambled inside. Once the door closed behind you, you turned on your heels with an explanation at the ready. Until you realized his eyes were scanning your frame.

“The outfit… it’s different.” His comment caught you off guard, making your brows knit together. Was he picking on you? You glanced down at your tennis skirt. It hugged your curves, sure, but it wasn’t like you’d rolled out of bed in pajamas.

“I work after class,” you explained, tone sharp but polite. “I’m a tennis instructor.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of interest flashing across his face. “Tennis?” He asked as he walked past you, to the other side of the cherry wood desk.

“Yeah, tennis.” You straightened your back, meeting his gaze. You’d been playing since elementary school. Your parents always joked that you could’ve been the next Venus or Serena, but you were realistic. You weren’t that good, just good enough to teach seven and eight year olds the basics.

Dr. Pierre leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. “Let me be clear. Lateness will not be tolerated in my class. I take my work very seriously, and I expect my students to do the same.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He really expected a room full of teenagers and young adults to be on time for an 8 a.m. lecture? Cute, and delusional. “Dr. Pierre,” you said, softening your voice. “I apologize. My alarm didn’t go off, and I worked late last night. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

His gaze lingered on you, and then he said, with absolute confidence, “I know.”

Your head tilted slightly, trying to figure out what he meant. He didn’t know you. And he sure as hell wasn’t your daddy. “Uh, okay. Whatever that means,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him.

He smiled—a slow, deliberate curve of his lips—and then, to your utter shock, said, “You’re beautiful.”

“Tha-thank you,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Pierre’s expression remained unreadable as he began to close the distance between you. Each deliberate step sent a jolt of electricity racing down your spine, rooting you to the spot. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—completely stunned by his actions. By the time he was within arm’s reach, your breath was shaky, uneven. His hand reached out, wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. The warmth of his touch sent a spark up your arm, and before you could process it, he pulled you closer.

Your chest brushed against his, and the faint, intoxicating scent of teakwood and cedar enveloped you. The combination was rich and grounding, but it wasn’t just the cologne—he smelled good. Too good.

He leaned down slowly, his aquamarine eyes locking onto yours, heavy with intent. You were hyperaware of everything in that moment; the way his grip lingered, the heat radiating from his body, and the way his lashes framed those impossible eyes. Your faces were so close now that your noses barely brushed. The faintest touch, but enough to make your heart race like you’d run a marathon.“Can I?” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-smooth, like a secret meant only for you. The words hung in the air, and without hesitation, you gave him what he needed, your consent.

The moment his lips met yours, the world seemed to fade away. His kiss was slow, deliberate, and impossibly soft. He moved with care, as though savoring every second, every touch. You felt your knees weaken, and for a fleeting moment, you feared you might melt into the floor right where you stood. The scent of him, the warmth of his lips, the way his hand slid down to cradle the small of your back—it was all-consuming. Time slowed, and the only thing that existed was him. When he pulled back, just enough to let your noses brush again, his eyes searched yours as if waiting for a sign. Your lips still tingled from his kiss, and your heart thundered in your chest.

“I-I’m going to be late for work.” You stumbled, he laughed, amusement of the irony coming from the depths of his diaphragm. “You didn’t give a fuck about being late to my class, am I not just as important? Hm?” He inquired, tilting your head up so that you were staring in those oceanic orbs. He subtly pushed you backwards until the bend of your knees collided with his desk. With ease, he picked you up and sat you on top of it. He kneeled down before you, as if your body was an altar he would pray to. “You smell so good.” He uttered as he leaned in and pressed his nose to the center of your now soaked panty, taking in your aroma. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to you.

“I can’t believe this…” You meant to keep that inside, but clearly your mind had other plans.

“Believe it.” He responded with a laugh. “I wanted you the moment I saw you walk in my class, baby.” Skillfully he pulled your panties off completely, opening the drawer next to him and dropping them in there as his own personal souvenir. He pushed your skirt up onto your body until it was damn near a belt, balling up the pleats in his hands as he devoured your center, lick by lick.

He feasted on you as if he would never be nourished again, sipping your waters as if they came from the finest of natural spring. hell, clearly they had. “Oh my fucking God!” You squeaked as his lips wrapped around your pulsating clit, giving it a sweet, sloppy french kiss. His middle and index finger grazing your drenched slit as he slipped both inside. his thick digits filled you up, causing your muscles to tighten around him. He grunted against your pussy, imagining how tightly you would grip his manhood.

“That’s not my name princess, I’m not God.” He was to you, in this moment. he had sucked your free will right out of your coochie. What was his fucking name? “What’s my name?” He inquired as if he was reading your mind once again. His fingers continued to please you, grazing his smooth tips against your ribbed g-spot. This nigga had a Ph.d in more than just some history. “Doctorrrrrrrrr….” You whined out, dragging out the profession as he pressed sweet kisses right above your gushing mound while you smothered his digits in your sweetness.

“Doctor��.daddy!” You cried out, hoping that there was no one in the near vicinity that would’ve heard your outburst. Another laugh as he slowly slid his fingers out of you, now covered and dripping in your cum. “Doctor daddy..I like that.” He retorted before slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning you off of him one by one as you watched in awe. Stunned by his insistence of eye contact. Removing his fingers, he used the same two to beckon you to come close to him, once you sat up he leaned over you, his lips ghosting yours before he spat the mixture of your cum and his saliva into your mouth before engaging you in a messy lip lock.

The kiss was the distraction. You had completely missed the unbuckling of his belt, the sound of his zipper or him removing his hard inches out of his dress pants. Before you realized it, he pulled you to the edge of the desk and slipped inside of you. Your walls reacted before your brain could, gripping onto him for dear life. So surprised by the intrusion that it felt like you would push him out all together. Your breathing hitched, in a way to relax your body so that he could continue exploring the depths of you.

“Augh!” You groaned out as he worked the first few inches of himself in and out of your throbbing center. He pressed his lips to yours repeatedly, whispering for you to hush every now and again. “Be a good girl, take this dick…if you can be late to my class, surely you can handle dick.” He mumbled, his accent causing a chill to run up your spine. He was gentle, despite his rough approach. He fed you little by little until your pelvises collided and you were completely full of him. He laid you on the desk, hands on each side of your head, eyes connected as he began to stroke, deep and powerful. “Look at you, such a pretty girl. Wrapped around me like you love me.”

‘I DO.’ You wanted to scream. But instead melodic moans escaped your warm lips, words were inconveniently absent. You can tell your lack of verbal participation was bothering him just a bit, by the way the swing of his hips picked up with every new thrust. After a moment or two, he was fucking you relentlessly. His thick crown had found your spot and was no longer caressing it with care. He was beating your shit.

“Are you gonna’ be late again?” he asked, every syllable being drilled into your guts. Your stomach twisted and turned with each pump, but he peered down at you like he expected an answer, like your brain could comprehend what he was even saying.

You parted your lips to speak, but failed once again, a moan being the only verbalization you could produce. the strokes came to an abrupt stop, he pulled out of you without so much as a warning. “Wait!” you called out, desperately, holding your hands out like you could put him back in your damn self. he chuckled darkly. “You think you can ignore me and cum?”

You couldn’t realistically promise you’d never be late again, you didn’t control traffic, or flat tires, or bad hair days but you would’ve said anything to feel him again. “I’ll never be late again, Doctor. I promise. Just please…let me cum all over you.” You purred, making empty promises.

“I don’t believe you.” He added curtly, slapping the head of his massive erection against your clit, watching his pre-cum glaze your bulb. “But your pussy feels too good for me to argue.” He concluded as he entered you again, continuing his euphoric pillage of your body. The knots in your belly felt permanent, your toes curled as your legs wrapped around him. Your climax approaching with the volt of a thousand watts. His wood throbbed inside of you, pulsating with the same intensity. He was meeting you at your peak. “Fuck…” He grunted, proving your theory right. You draped your arms across his neck, leaning in and pressing your lips to his jawline, placing kisses until you reached his ear. “Cum with me, Dr. Pierre…I wanna feel you dripping out of me.” Your salacious words seemed to do the trick as both of you unraveled at the very same time.

You should’ve felt shame, or even disillusioned. But you felt nothing short of satisfied and empowered. Your legs were shaking and you were full of a strangers seed, but dammit was your first day of school memorable.

“8:00 AM, Wednesday. Don’t be late…” He spoke as he buckled his belt, looking up at you with those piercing orbs. “Oh, and that seat in front of me is now your assigned seat.” He added, prompting a laugh to fall from your lips.

“See you Wednesday, Dr. Pierre.” You concluded as you exited his office and back into the real world.

Fuck, you were late for work.

[spenceragnewfics]

f!reader losing virginity to spencer ? maybe as "just friends" to help her "get it out of the way" but they really like each other.

So...this was supposed to come out on Spencer's birthday but work and life got in the way...sorry.

WE’RE JUST FRIENDS? | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

(also, yes the girl in the photo has a certain skin color but it's not indicative of the reader. I try to make these open to everyone as possible.)

TW: Smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, cursing, two idiots in love

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

DESCRIPTION: You have told you're best friend Spencer everything...well except two things. You're in love with him and you're still a virgin. Two things you never plan to tell him...until you do.

She never understood why people couldn’t just be friends. Opposite genders can be friends and not have any romantic feelings. Is it kind of hypocritical coming from her…yeah, but not totally. 

You see, Y/N has feelings for her best friend since college but is purely platonic with all her other male friends; Chanse, Shayne, Tommy, Ian, Anthony, and all the other guys at Smosh. She knows the main reason she’s attracted to Spencer and has been for years, he’s himself. It’s hard to explain unless you know Spencer but what made her fall for him…is him.

It’s not like her feelings are so intense she couldn’t date anyone else, in fact, she’s dated a couple of guys but they haven’t lasted for vastly different reasons. One thing has been one of the constant reasons for the break up, you don’t want to sleep with them.

She doesn't know why, but she has yet to date anyone who has made her feel comfortable enough to lose her virginity to, not wanting to regret it later on. That’s something she hasn’t told anyone, not even Spencer because she doesn't know how to explain why she hasn't yet. It’s something she never thought she would tell him until one night of drinks, pizza, and gaming. A semi-regular night for the two of them, especially after a long shoot week.

It was barely midnight, the two of them had been hanging out for like four hours at this point just talking, eating, and trying to beat the other at Mario Kart or play duos on Fortnite.

The night had gotten away from them after an epic Battle Royale about an hour ago where they celebrated with an extra drink and chatting. Like everything, somehow they got onto the topic of dating, both of them being single for almost, or over in Spencer's case, a year. That then delved into talking about more intimate stuff, “Honestly, I’m so fucking happy that I lost my virginity in high school. I could not imagine still being a virgin now. Too much pressure.” He quips after he makes a joke about the movie 40-year-old Virgin.

Y/N looks at him confused and lowkey, panicking, “Why do you say that? I don’t think it’d be that bad.” She confesses, sipping more of her drink. “Dude, when you’re in high school or college it’s all just part of the experience. You barely have dated anyone so there isn’t much pressure. Now though, fuck dude!” He says, rubbing his face in frustration at the thought and she looks down.

“There would be so much pressure at this point. You’ve dated so many people and at this point, it’s probably just you being in your head.”

“Or you’re scared to give it away and regret it. Guys losing their virginity is a lot more different than girls. You have to remember that, Spence. A lot more at stake too.” She looks at him, trying to show a stoic face but Spencer isn’t buying it.

Y/N is always someone who tries to show both sides of the coin but is usually more silly about it. Now, she’s being very serious and trying to act stoic, like she’s hiding something. It’s not something he wouldn’t have noticed unless they had been friends this long.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve. I know you’re all about being things neutral but this seems like a bit more than usual. What’s up?” She looks at him confused, trying not to get embarrassed and say something she doesn’t want to. “Nothing, I just think that sometimes this whole thing is oversimplified.” He raises an eyebrow, “You’re acting like you’re still…” He trails off when she looks down and squeezes her eyes shut.

“Oh my god! Y/N! What the fuck! I thought you and-”

“We were but I changed my mind. Every time I thought about possibly losing it to him I felt nothing but dread. Same thing with the other guys. I don’t want to regret it.” She plays with her fingers, not wanting to look him in the eye.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She looks at him shocked, “Why would I need to tell you? It’s personal but also how the hell do I bring that up?” She says before speaking in a silly voice, “Oh, Spencer, I gotta tell ya, buddy. I’m a virgin because I get major anxiety and overthink it to where I just haven’t done it.” She does a silly laugh that sounds a lot like Goofy.

“Okay, I get it. This is a sensitive topic, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, looking at her sadly and she feels her heart pinch. “It’s not that. I just…I want to. I want to so badly but I just get so anxious and overthink everything. Sometimes I think that it’d be easier to find someone to hook up with or just get an escort or something.” She looks at him, “Or someone I have been friends with forever basically and I trust more than anything.”

Spencer looks at her confused until she raises a brow and he gets the message, “Oh, you mean me? Really?” She nods, playing with her fingers again as she gets nervous. “Yeah, I mean. I know I wouldn’t regret it with you because you’re my best friend. I don’t think there is a guy I trust more than you.” She confesses, making his face light up.

“I would be honored. Holy shit, you won’t regret this. I promise.” He says, sounding like an excited young kid who just got picked first for baseball. She giggles at his silly antics before letting out a shocked yelp when he pulls her close. “So, are you more dominant or submissive or…” She shrugs her shoulders. Spencer shrugs his as well before putting his hand on her cheek, pulling her in gently before connecting their lips.

She puts her hand on his as her other moves into his hair. He sighs into the kiss as her nails scratch at his scalp, sending chills down his spine. Gently, he lays her down on the couch as his lips move to cheek then to her jaw, and landing lastly on her neck.

He feels his pants tighten as she lets out soft sighs from his lips on her sensitive neck. His tongue licks a long stripe along it before he sucks on her pulse point. Her hand pulls at his hair in response as she mutters out his name softly, the sound making him harder by the second.

Unknown to Y/N, Spencer was slowly coming to the realization of his own feelings for her. What he would always brush off as anxiety of her dating someone new and unknown to him has turned out to be jealously. Jealous that these random guys would take you out and not him. He finally has his chance to test the waters…well test a little more than the waters.

His lips continue to work on her neck but stop when she starts to giggle. “What, what’s so funny?” He asks, moving back a little and chuckling himself. “Your beard tickles a bit. I like it though.” She’s coy about her words, he smiles at her shyness before going back to kissing her neck as she giggles again.

This is nothing he’s felt before. The other girls he had dated and slept with were all serious about sex. They didn’t want or think that sex could be playful and fun but in this moment Spencer feels his heart soar. He’s pulled out of his trance as she tries to pull off his t-shirt, he helps her take the article of clothing off before slipping his hands under her shirt.

He holds back a moan just at the feeling of her lace bra, not even seeing it in person. She giggles before slipping the shirt over her head and swears his eyes are popping out of his head. “I knew you had awesome tits, but holy fuck!” He groans as he puts his face between them.

His warm breath fans over them, sending chills down her body before his warm tongue licks her lace-covered nipple. She bites her lip as he does the same to the other before pulling her bra down to expose the flesh fully.

A strangled moan falls from her lips when he wraps his around her right nipple. His thumb and forefinger play with her left, rolling and gently tugging it. She feels herself getting wetter with each tug as her hands tangle in his hair. He continues to stimulate her nipples for a while before moving down with open mouth kisses.

“Spence, you don’t have to-”

“I want you, now sit back relax and enjoy the show.” He jokes with his sassy smirk before kissing her plush thighs. She sighs comfortably at the feeling before laughing when he playfully bites her thigh. “Sorry, you just tasted too good not to have a bite.”

Her eyes stay on him as his beard tickles her thigh before he moves to be face-first with her pussy. His finger come up to spread her lips as she feels her cheeks heat up, not used to having someone see so much of her. Her thighs start to close but Spencer stops them before they can. “Don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful.” He assures her as he licks a long strip up her slit.

The new feeling makes her eyes roll as she breathes shakily. He continues to give long licks before moving to suck on her clit. “Holy fuck!” She moans, her hands quickly finding a place in his hair as she relishes in the new feeling.

She had used vibrators and other toys but nothing had felt like this before. His tongue swirls around her clit a few times before sucking again. He moves a finger to her entrance, “I’m going to put a finger in. It might feel weird at first.” She nods, moving a hand down to his arm. She releases a breath at the uncomfortable feeling, her hand squeezes his arm.

“Are you okay?” He asks his finger fully inside. “Yeah, just feels… different.” She confesses as she starts to feel embarrassed. “It’ll feel better in a bit, just gotta get you warmed up a bit.” His finger thrusts in and out for a moment before he adds a second. She moans softly when adds a second and whimpers as they move. “Is it feeling better?” He asks, she responds with a sweet moan that makes his cheeks heat up.

His fingers continue going in and out, stretching her out slightly. His fingers graze the spongy spot inside her, “Oh my, do that again! Please.” She begs. The feeling made her see stars, who is Spencer not to please? His finger rubs the spongy spot as she starts to feel herself get close.

“Yes, yes, just like that-Fuck!” She screams when his lips wrap around her clit again. He licks and sucks intermittently while still playing with her G-spot as she screams his name. “Spencer! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” She yells as the knot in her stomach snaps.

He licks and sucks her clean before sitting up. Pulling off his hoodie and pants. He aligns himself with her leaking hole, “This will probably hurt, but it’ll subside. I promise.” She nods as he slowly pushes in.

While the tight feeling makes him moan loudly, having been a while since he slept with anyone, Y/N bites her lip, the feeling being intruding and uncomfortable. Noticing her discomfort, he leans down and kisses her sweetly, trying to distract her as he continues to sink in.

Spencer is just a bit above average in length but more girthy than most. The stretch is something Y/N will come to love but for the first time, it’s a different feeling than anything she’s ever felt. Her face unconsciously skews in a bit of pain when he’s fully inside.

Leaning down, he locks their lips. His hips are still as he gives her time to adjust, the feeling of her wrapped around him is making it hard to keep still though. Her hands tangle in his hair once again and gently pull when she’s adjusted, giving them the okay to move.

His thrusts start out slow, letting her body adjust to the new sensations and the starting pain slowly melts away. He intertwines their fingers as he thrusts at the same pace. The gesture is small but is enough to make her feel safe and loved by the man on top of her.

It takes about a minute before Y/N starts to moan, “Faster, please Spencer.” She begs needing to feel more. It takes everything in him not to smirk as his hips pick up speed. “Oh god.” She moans, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him close.

Spencer keeps a steady fast pace, his tip hitting her G-Spot as he moves his hips a little. The only sounds in the room are skin-on-skin, moans, and heavy breathing. The two are eye-locked, watching the other’s face and expressions.

“Shit, I’m close.” Y/N moans, feeling the familiar knot forming. “Me too, shit,” Spencer groans as his hand moves to rub her clit. “Fuck, Spencer!” She practically screams with the added sensation.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please cum all over me.” He moans, his thrusts getting sporadic.  She screams his name as the knot bursts in her stomach and she cums on his dick. He groans as she clenches around him, making it hard for him to not cum inside her. He continues to thrust through her high before he starts to breathe very heavily.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He struggles to get out, feeling very close. “I don’t care.” She says, her voice very breathy. He pulls out and only strokes himself a few times before he cums on her chest.

Coming down from his high, the two look at each other and then laugh. “Oh my god, that was amazing. How the hell are you still single?” She jokes as he lays on top of her. “Just haven’t found the right one yet.” He says, his eyes looking at her softly as she runs a hand through his hair.

“Maybe you just haven’t been looking in the right places.” She smiles at him and he leans in, “Or maybe I just have been overlooking a certain someone.” he says before kissing her.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

i have a question can you describe Raverne personality and character

Here is all that we currently know about Raverne Draconia, aka Malleus's father:

Raverne is also known by his aliases as the "Left General" (Lilia is the "Right General") and the "Dragoneye Duke".

Lilia states that Raverne serves as an envoy. He describes the man as vital in diplomatic missions and as "her highness Maleanor's eyes, hands, and feet."

Raverne went missing ~400 years ago from modern day Twisted Wonderland. He was in charge of heading to the Silver Owls' western fortress to deliver a message from the Briarland royal family, but never returned. Lilia went on an expedition to the same destination hoping to find clues as to what happened to him.

People speculate that Raverne faced the Dawn Knight in battle. He is presumed to be dead by Lilia and his wife, Maleanor, but no one knows for sure what happened to him.

He is an aristocrat and is considered highly skilled.

We do not know what kind of fairy he is, though it is presumed to be some sort of nocturnal fae.

Raverne is described as kind and incapable of cruelty.

Maleanor is confident that her unborn child will take after her husband and grow up to be very beautiful.

Maleanor says that Raverne spent more years working with Lilia than he has being married to her; it seems that Raverne and Lilia were very close friends.

Before leaving on his mission to the Silver Owls' western fortress, Raverne entrusted Lilia to protect their princess and her egg while he is away.

Lilia says that both Raverne and Maleanor are in the habit of giving him extra work ever since they were young.

Raverne acts like "the paragon of good behavior" but still hid vegetables he did not like under the tablecloth.

Lilia, Raverne, and Maleanor have known each other since they were children.

Unlike his wife, who holds little love for humans, Raverne appears to be more patient and understanding of them.

He learned the common language and was the one responsible for teaching it to Lilia so they can communicate with humans. (The language of nocturnal fae is very animalistic and has sounds which are difficult for the human ear to perceive.)

Ravern may be credited as the first to encourage Lilia to open his heart to other races and cultures. For example, he would often tell Lilia, "We fae must learn more about humans, and teach humans more about ourselves.”

When Lilia first hears/sees OB Malleus, he mistakes Malleus's voice for Raverne's so we can asusme that Raverne has a deep, resonant voice as Malleus and/or may speak in a similar manner. However, Lilia then sees the horns on Malleus and realizes he is not Raverne; this would imply that Raverne does not have those horns.

Lilia received an invitation to Night Raven College 500 years ago but at the time he had no interest in enrolling and actually tore it up and tossed it out. However, “a certain someone picked up all the torn pieces, carefully put them back together, and stored the letter in the royal archive. For a nobleman he certainly had no qualms about digging through the trash." When he is asked who did that for him, Lilia says "an old friend" did. This friend is implied to be Raverne, as Lilia then follows up with, “Did you perchance envision the future and see that your son would go to school one day...?”

Maleanor says that Lilia “loved” Raverne and herself. Some fans speculate that this implies Lilia is bisexual for his friend Raverne (since Lilia confessed romantically to Maleanor), but it can also be read platonically since Maleanor says Lilia is capable of (platonically) loving their son. It is not clear one way or another.

[zoe-oneesama]

The game has an appropriate age range? Sorry, i never watched Angelic Layer

Adults DO play (particularly in the anime) but for the most part players are in high school, maybe middle school. Though the youngest confirmed aged player is a 5 year old in the original, but she's a CLAMP 5 year old, so she's fully mature mentally despite being in actual Kindergarten.

lmao the series likes to put a great emphasis on Misaki being "smol" for her age while a literal 5 year old wipes the floor with everyone she encounters.

Point is, IN GENERAL, it's kids playing, kids Marinette's age. Obviously anyone can play, but since this is actively participating in an expensive Battle Royale against other children, I can't just take Any Character Who Has an Akuma and have them play - it has to make sense.

Like, Jalil would probably play, so a Pharaoh Angel makes sense. But I don't think Andre the Ice Cream man would play. That's what I'm trying to get at.

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