#I'm not trying to say this to intimidate people away from applying also

[bastionbibi]

Question if it’s okay to ask: what is it that made Akai one of your favourites? Or at least someone that’s cool in your book

Man.... This is like asking why I love soup.  Ok, I'm not sure if I can stay coherent but I'll try, 

Ive been reading detco on and off since I was a was a wee child and even back then he was already one of my favorites because I like mystery, and he was the definition of that. 

And this way before the revelation that he was a good guy too. There was this moment of 'yeah, okay, this is it, he's the one (that im not gonna be normal about)'. Specifically, I fell in love in that one scene where he met ran on a snowy night, something about that scene was just so striking, especially something about him that, despite how intimidating he sounded or looked, didn't set off any alarms in Ran, that was the point where I knew there's more to this character, and that I love him. 

On another lighter note. I like his shinigami aesthetic, his one liner and lack of facial expression, I like his lonewolf tendency, how weirdly dependable he is and yet, he's not, in any way shape or form, charming. 

Like that time where he confronted Gin for the first time, he could've told Jodie and Conan that he had a plan to elude the BO but he didn't, he acted alone, he's extremely slow to trust but when he does, he pledge to them his true loyalty. I mean, Conan was just a child in his eyes (even though now he knows him as Shinichi), and yet since he decided to trust him, he never dismissed his words or treat him like a liability despite his 'age'. 

When he trust people, he cherished them in his own ways, and that's what I find commendable. 

He's ANNOYING. An asshole 75% of the time, we never got more backstory about him and Akemi because I refuse to believe this man with the personality as hard to love as the taste of blue cheese could land not 1 but 2 amazing ladies like cmon now. I hate how he treated Jodie but I have no doubt he would take a bullet for her if need be, I guess that’s why Jodie still likes him too to a degree but he didnt deserve her tbh (<- says the girl who will still reblog redstarling fanart whenever it crosses my dash). 

The same can be applied to his ‘rivalry’ with Rei, it doesn't matter what his true reason was, he decided that night, when he was holding the bleeding gun of a man he failed to save, he would keep the truth away from Rei and he stick by that decision till now, Rei did everything in his power to literally hunt him down over a misunderstanding and he didn't care, come hell and high waters and he will still keep Rei away from the truth because that's what he decided to do and he keeps his promises, especially ones made to himself. 

I suppose I like him because outside of 'work', while he keeps people on a distance, you don't have to second guess on where you stand, there's a sort of ease in that. 

As the story progresses, we get to see reasons as to why he ended up this way and that was pretty entertaining, seeing how affectionate he can be to his siblings and what happened in his past to make him go the extreme lengths of being an agent to another country and infiltrating a deadly organization etc, it fleshes him out, it makes me excited to see where he'll end up next. 

Also, he looks kinda handsome ngl 

ON ANOTHER NOTE!! He's also just- Really weird?? 

Like ok, sure, he faked his death like one would do but he came back from the grave as a guy 5 years younger with pink hair that's taking his masters?? Hello???? Has he even been to college before like I legit wonder if he knows how hellish a masters program is AND, I know this is based on a situation that's out of his control, out of all the personalities he can embody, he chose to be a milfy malewife who's always ready to babysit others?? Dedication to the bit is unmatched. 

(Also bc i hc him as conans dad and made a whole series about it, thats fun!)

(Anyway if youre in the gc dont u dare call me a simp i am not . ) 

[sunwukongssuccessor]

You have a very good understanding of Sun Wukong and Macaque, I can tell by how amazing your writing is! Have your ever thought about doing a character analysis of those two? I’m asking because I have ideas for LMK fics and wanted to try and keep them as in character as possible and something like that would help me and a lot of other writers out there!

Anonymous asked: Sorry for not being specific! If my request is too intimidating please don’t push yourself to do it! As for specifics in the character analysis of the monkeys I guess maybe a dive into their surface level personality versus true personalities, their relationship with each other and MK, and their moral compasses? I hope that helps! You can take those as you will. If you don’t want to do all of that just do what you do want to do. Thank you!

It's no problem, I'm sorry that I took so long to answer and even then it still feels kind of vague.

I think the first way of getting to understand a character is getting a grasp of how they speak, both Wukong and Macaque speak pretty casually (one of the first things that Macaque says is "Your staff kind of gives you away, dude."), as well as clear and confident. I think it helps that I can memorize and hear voices in my head so that helps in me finding a way for them to stay in character and pick what sounds most accurate, but I know that doesn't apply to everyone.

Wukong, despite how he tries to play the role of retired goofball in the beginning, being somewhat indifferent about stuff like MK's training, but he actually cares to the point it's almost self-destructive. He doesn't want MK to worry about the Lady Bone Demon, so he lies about searching for a way to defeat her as a vacation of all things. He doesn't want people to get hurt from his mistakes and such so he wants to take the brunt of it but because he didn't try asking for help/support it kind of blows up in his face and makes it worse in the long run.

Macaque is opportunistic, something of a snark about it too. ("Also, side-note: How did you not know it was me? Shadows, kinda my gimmick isn't it?") He's not just dramatic, he's downright theatrical given the shadow play episode, he didn't have to keep doing more than one show after capturing MK's friends and even points out that MK went to multiple shows with saying "Ah, you again. You must be my biggest fan." but he still took it as a chance for the attention as well as be heard in his past as indirectly as he tried to play it off before the reveal. He craves the acknowledgement and probably more.

An interesting thing I noticed with Wukong in his interactions with MK is that he's the one usually initiating physical contact with him. (Sure, some of it is a bit of invading his space but that's just kind of how he is considering he's a monkey.)

Anyone else is kind of unwelcomed(?) in the space if he doesn't really like them or know them that well, he's even surprised by the affection from MK in the episode "Destiny Fulfilled" for a hot second until it settles.

With Macaque and his interactions with people from conversation to touch, something I noticed in the split second he meets MK, he sees him up close with admiration of all things as if shocked by it before settling back. After agreeing to mentor MK, he's starts initiating physical contact as a way to seem all buddy-buddy with him, almost like they're on equal ground despite the newly formed mentorship.

After what's probably a few weeks into the training, the physical contact is less soft, almost holding MK down instead of being a support to pushing MK into a losing battle until literally punching the Monkey King's powers out of him. Physical touch was used on his terms and for his gain.

When he does a similar arm hold on Tang in "Benched" when trying to appeal to Tang in giving up and letting him get a Ring of Samadhi, he even projects his relationship with Wukong onto the whole group before acting out when it doesn't work.

Their moral compasses are pretty different, Wukong trying hard in helping MK as well as the world with it, Macaque being that he looks out for himself since that's all he has. Wukong has many enemies but that doesn't mean the world is and tries to act sweet with Ao Guang like he's a bud and totally didn't steal the pillar to his palace and made it a staff.

Macaque has to look out for himself, sees himself as the only one he can trust, all others be damned. ("Look out for number one, because if you don't, no one will.") Even if Macaque has a soft spot for someone (see MK) ("This is the thanks I get for checking in on my favorite student?" and "Hey kiddo, ya miss me?") he doesn't even see him as a potential ally, closer to amusement at best and enemy at worst. Macaque has far more enemies than allies (probably since he doesn't have any) and that reflects in how he practically hisses at the Mayor for giving him off vibes before even getting caught in the Lady Bone Demon's lackey's hold then taken hostage.

I'm sorry if this isn't the best analysis since it feels kind of all over the place but I hope it helps you in someway.

[shortfanficstories]

Chokehold - Video Shoot

This little fantasy has been on my mind for quite a long time, finally got to write it down. Vessel x reader during a very naughty video shoot.

It's 6am, I just threw on a black pair of legging & a black cropped Tshirt, my long ice blonde hair is in a messy bun on my head, I grab my boots in a hurry. Today is a big video shoot for the band Sleep Token, my agent worked hard to get me that job cause I was begging him for weeks to do everything in his power. The band wanted a young woman with loads of tattoos & a "dark gothic look". I fit that description perfectly, I'm covered in tattoos from my neck to my toes, I only wear black, my nose, lip & ears are pierced. Most people are kind of scared of me, I look like your local drug dealer with a sexy twist.

When I arrive at the location, I'm greeted by a friendly woman. "You must be Alexandra, nice to meet you, I'll show you around & get you to your makeup artist." she says. "Hi, just call me Alex, very nice to meet you too." I say, smiling from ear to ear. I follow her through a long hallway into a studio with black walls, a black floor, red dimmed lights hanging from the ceiling. Immediately a middle aged man approaches me, he shouts from far away: "Darling, you are perfect for this shoot, I can't wait to doll you up & transform you into a dark sexy angel. My name is Christian, I'll take care of your styling today". He asks me tons of questions about myself while painting my face. "I'll just warn you, Vessel is a little .. special." he giggles. "He's a good man but he can be intimidating as hell. This shoot is also new for him, we have never worked with him & a woman being touchy & stuff. He was hesitant to do it but we want a shocker, something we have never done before. Just don't let him scare you off, you look tough, you can handle this ice brick of a man." he giggles again. Ok, ice brick, noted. When Christian is done with my makeup, he straightens my hair. Then he shows me my outfit. A black bodysuit with a deep v neck line that almost reaches down to my bellybutton, it's high cut revealing my hip bones, the neckline, straps & bottom are covered in black lace. Wow, very naughty. I get dressed quickly & look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair reaches down to my waist, it's almost white with soft brown roots. My lips are dark red, smokey eyes, my face is pale. I look like a sexy vampire & I love it. It matches the red & black snake tattoos on my small boobs. 

As I step out of the bathroom, I spot a tall man wearing a black cloak, black tight jeans & leather boots. He is at least 6'2, his shoulders & back give his body a v shape. Even in my high heels I'm still shorter than him. He turns around, facing me. His face is covered by his mask, I try to keep my breath slow & steady but my heart starts racing. Vessel is standing a few steps away from me. An assistant is applying black body paint on his stomach, his soft abs poke through the paint, I need to focus on not staring at the little hair line leading from his belly down to his v line. This man is hot & looks scary, very scary. I feel my confidence decrease rapidly which leaves me confused, no man has ever made me feel weak in the knees, it's the opposite usually. I collect myself & walk towards him, he signals his assistent to stop & reaches out for my hand, squeezing it quite hard. He smiles, showing me his bright white teeth. "Hi Alex, I'm Vessel, we'll have a lot of fun today." he says. Oh yes we will, I think to myself. I look directly into the holes in his mask around his eyes & say: "Hi Vessel, I'm super excited, this shoot, looks like it will indeed be a lot of fun". I just now realize that I'm dressed in lingerie only. I feel my cheeks get heated, I hope I'm not visibly blushing. He gives me one more grin, then finishes his body paint.

A few minutes later his assistant guides me towards the black walls, telling me to stand with my back to the wall. Vessel stands across from me. Then the casting director, a blonde tall man in his thirties, positions himself behind the cameras & says: "Ok guys, hi Ves, hi Alex, I'm Peter & we are ready, I'm pretty sure we can do this one take, it would be the best outcome but don't feel pressured we can always start fresh. Neither of you know exactly what the plan is, that's the vibe we want in this video. We want raw human emotion & actions. I will tell you what. to do, you will follow. Check?". We both nod. Vessel takes a deep breath & sends a small smile my way. I smile back. He isn't as icy as Christian said. 

The music starts playing, Peter says: "You just stay in your places, when the singing starts, Ves takes one step towards Alex, then wait a few seconds, then take another step, waiting again, until you stand like half a step away from her". Vessel nods.

When we were made

He takes a slow step. Then pauses. His dark brown eyes are fixated on mine.

It was no accident

Another step. I can smell his perfume. It's sweet with a herb note, he smells kind of like cinnamon.

We were tangled up like branches in a flood 

He is half a step way from me. My eyes wander down to his lips.

"Ves, touch her right hand with yours, tangle your fingers, then when the bridge starts, lift her hand up to the wall behind her & lean into her".

I come as a blade 

His hand touches mine.

A sacred guardian 

He softly strokes my hand. Drawing circles on my palm.

So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood 

His fingers tangle with mine.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He slowly lifts my arm up, pressing it into the wall behind me.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He takes another slow step towards me until his mask almost touches my face. His other hand gently brushes over my breasts, every touch leaves a burning sensation on my skin. 

"Ves, now you choke Alex roughly, Alex acts shocked for a second, then chokes you back. Ves you then let go of her & she pushes you back two steps. It should look like a fight about who chokes whom."

You've got me in a- 

As the guitar sounds come in, Vessel roughly chokes me, pushing my head back against the wall. I keep my eyes locked with his & count 2 seconds before I reach for his neck, grabbing it with both hands & squeezing it as hard as I can. Then I take a step towards him so that he has to step back. I can see the surprise in his eyes, he probably didn't expect me to be this strong. I had taken tons of self defense classes, I know how to choke a man. 

"Perfect, now let go of him. Ves, sing along with the lyrics up to the chorus & walk towards her, push her against the wall & scream the lyrics at her".

I let go of him, Vessel immediately regains control. He clears his throat & starts singing the lyrics. His voice is hauntingly beautiful. I feel my eyes get watery. 

Beneath the stormy seas Above the mountain peaks 

My body is pressed against the wall. He is insanely close to me, his body pressing against mine, he sings right into my face never breaking eye contact. I feel a tear slipping down my cheek.

It's all the same to me It makes no difference 

"YES. Ves, lick the tear from her cheek, don't ask me why, just do it! Then sing again".

Vessel stops singing, instead he breathes against my neck, then he softly licks my cheek. This is so weird & yet so hot. I start getting all tingly.

I've seen my days unfold Done the impossible I'd turn my walls to gold To bring you home again 

He continues singing. His forehead resting on mine. I can feel his raspy voice in my bones.

"Alex, get on your knees, look up to him & roll your eyes back".

Ok wow, that's naughty.

So show me that which I cannot see

I drop to my knees, looking straight up into his eyes. 

"Ves, touch her chin, lift it up".

Even if it hurts me 

My dirty thoughts take over, I roll my eyes back & imagine Vessel fucking the shit out of me.

Even if I can't sleep 

His breathing is heavy. 

"Ves, after the last line pick her up, thighs around your waist. Kiss her roughly, all tongue action, Alex you fight it first, then kiss him back. Give us an enemies to lovers scene".

Oh shit, thats going to kill me. This is so out of my comfort zone but I want to feel this man's lips on mine. 

Oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake

You've got me in a chokehold 

He drops down, picks me up, I wrap my thighs around his waist & just as the chorus starts, he crashes his lips on mine. I pull back, he licks over my lips, his tongue is begging for access to my mouth. So I give in, I sink into the kiss. He kisses me hungrily, his hands are in my hair, wrapping strands of it harshly around his fingers. 

You've got me in a chokehold 

One hand finds its way to my throat, choking me harshly while pulling my head back with the other hand. I dig my nails into his back, grinding my hips on his abs.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He sighs, we both lose control. I feel heat building up between my legs. He lowers my body slightly to have me grinding on his dick & I feel a massive bulge in his pants. Vessel has a boner because of me. You've got me in a chokehold  I bury my hands in his hair beneath the cloak, trying my best not to pull it off. I feel the sweat dripping off his face. His mask rubs against my nose. I have black paint all over me & breathe in his smell.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He sucks on my lower lip, biting it harshly.

"Ves, let her go. Hands on the wall behind her face. Sing the last few lines. Look into er eyes".

Even if it hurts me

He leans into me again. His voice is shaky. His eyes are on my lips. I bet he is fighting the urge to kiss me again.

Even if I can't sleep

His face is inches away from mine. I bite my lip. I just want to taste him again.

"Ves, after the last line, get on your knees. Head against her stomach. Alex, hands beneath his hood into his hair".

Show me the waaaaaay

He drops down. He is completely out of breath. My stomach flinches when his cold mask touches it. I let my hands sink on his head, behind his hood, gently playing with his curly hair. His arms are wrapped around my hips. His long fingers touch my back, also gently stroking it.

The song ends. We both breathe heavily. The red lights flicker & I finally snap back into reality. I immediately blush, we just grinded on each other in front of 10 people. I look down at Vessel, he is still on his knees, locking up to me. He has red lipstick smudged around his lips & a subtle grin of his face. 

"Alex, I must say you are amazing, I want no one but you in every video we film. This was fantastic, one take! The chemistry between you two is great, this was exactly what we wanted." Peter shouts & claps loudly. I smile at him, still a little embarrassed about losing full control over my body. Vessel slowly gets up again, he turn to me & gives me a subtle kiss on the cheek. "Alex, you taste like heaven. I will forever replay that image of you kneeling in front of me in my head." he whispers as he brushes my ear with his lips. I fail to respond, my brain isn't working anymore. I fight the burning desire in me to crash my lips on his again. Luckily, Vessel lets go of me & walks away to get a bottle of water. "I'll be right back, I just need to touch up my lipstick" I say & sprint to the bathroom.

When I'm done, I push open the door & find Vessel waiting for me. "We have max 15 minutes, follow me." he says. I don't even hesitate. He takes my hand & pulls me into a room next to the bathroom, it's a little office. As he closes the door, he pushes me against it & grabs my neck, his face is so close to mine, I can taste his breath. "Do I have permission to kiss you again?" he asks. I nod. "Say it, Alex!". "Yes, I want to taste you again, vessel. Please kiss me." I respond. A relieved breath escapes his lips. I feel his warm lips on mine again, his tongue waiting for access to taste me fully. I rip down his hood, pulling strands of his hair, I need him closer. I feel his dick harden again & grind my hips against it. A growl leaves his mouth. "How far do you want to go?" he asks. "I need to feel you inside me. I NEED you." I beg. I never beg for men. Men usually beg for me & I reject them but this time I can't control my desires. He kisses my neck, down to my breasts, licking away the drops of sweat on my skin. He kisses me again, his hand wanders down my stomach until it lays dangerously close to my pulsing pussy. I arch my back signaling him to keep going, I want to feel him, I want him to touch me. He accepts my signal & gently brushes his fingers over the fabric of my bodysuit. I hold my breath when he starts rubbing my clit, sending heat waves through my body. "The fabric is drenched, you are so fucking wet for me," Vessel growls. He pushes away the fabric, exposing my pussy to the cold air. He slides two finger inside me, keeping his thumb on my clit & starts slowly moving his hand. I can't hold in my moans, no man has ever made me feel like this. I have never even orgasmed with a man before. they just can't find the right spots to please me. Vessel's touch builds up a burning hot sensation, I feel my muscles tense as he fastens his movements. My legs shake, I see stars, my moans are uncontrollable. "I'm going to cum." I struggle to even say these words out loud. Just as I finish the sentence, my orgasm hits me. I bite into Vessel's chest, trying to stay as quiet as possible. When I come down from my high, he catches me because my legs give in. "Has any man ever made you cum in just 2 minutes?" he asks cheekily. I look into his eyes, his face is still covered by his mask which makes this whole thing even hotter. "No man has ever made me cum." I admit. "Well, then let's do it again but this time with my dick inside you" Vessel says. his voice is even deeper than before. He turns me around, pushing my hips against a desk, bending my body over it. I hear his belt unbuckling. "I hope you are ready to take this, I'm not particularly gentle, especially not after having you tease me for a whole song." he says. Just as I'm trying to answer, I feel the tip of his dick against my pussy. He rubs his dick over my sensitive clit, making my legs shake again. "What a view" he growls. "May I?" he asks, pushing his dick against my hole. "Yes, please, fuck me!" I beg again. I finally feel him pushing inside me, his hand is back on my clit, rubbing it again the way he did before. This man's touch is something else, his dick isn't even fully inside me yet & I'm almost ready to cum again. He feels my muscles tensing as he pushes deeper into me. "Hold on your a bit, your tightness is making me almost cum already." he says. I hold back my second orgasm but as I feel him stroking me harder I lose control. I tense up, screaming out his name, cumming with his dick pumping into me. He pulls out, turns me around & commands me to open my mouth. I taste his warm liquid on my tongue while he moans. 

"Now let's go finish the paperwork, my sweet angel Alex" Vessel says.

[xjulixred45x]

This request is a bit detailed but if it's okay can I please ask for a scenario with a yandere Gojo with a kianna reader

Where he finds out that like her sister Yui her blood can make others stronger and she's pissed off about it because she already had to deal with blood sucking vampires and now she has to deal

with Wizards and Sorcerers and that want her blood so they can make themselves stronger

And so in a fit of rage she

becomes a sorcerer to defend herself and uses a sledgehammer with cursed energy to kill cursed spirits that want her blood or sorcerers and Wizards

because in her eyes she's not going to give some random stranger her blood and if they want it they would have to take it from her when she's dead

And Gojo is impressed that she's able to kill a sorcerer and he understands her reasons so

He protects her from sorcerers and wizards and cursed spirits that want her blood or curses and he is aware that she can fight by herself but what if a sorcerer manages to kill her or she gets kidnapped and

So he takes her under his wing as his daughter

And makes it very clear to any sorcerer that he works with that if they lay a finger on her or try to take her blood that he will kill them without hesitation

And I'm sorry if this is a bit too much

Not at all! Actually i already have some kind of serie(? Of Yui Komori in Jujustu Kaisen(Even Gojo is a posible love Interest Lol, Here is) so, if You don't mind i Will use ir for reference.

PLATONIC!YANDERE!Gojo Satoru x Komori! Reader(+background Yandere Gojo x Yui Komori)

Gojo Satoru:Brute End

Warnings: YANDERE, UNHEALTY MINDSET, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, menor intimidation, OOC Satoru Gojo.

ok, this will be a bit different, it won't be Headcanons, but detailed writings/scripts, I hope it works.

Let's assume that this is a possible branch of the "Satoru x Yui Route", that is, not only do we have a Yandere Romantic Gojo on Yui, but eventually it will also turn on Kiana as well.

Gojo is not a yandere who turns like this out of the blue or right away, although I would say that he developed the typical tendencies of one more or less at the same time both romantically (Yui) and platonically (Kiana).

For some context, Gojo was the one who saved both Kiana and Yui from the vampires. We already know Gojo and his philosophy that protecting the weak "is exhausting" and for this reason he would be very interested in the sisters from the beginning. In Yui for her mental strength and sweet personality, while with Kianna he was impressed by her great willingness to protect herself (and Yui) even becoming a Sorcerer in record time.

They are two types of taste that complement each other. at first.

To Gojo, Kianna is like a wild cat in a "cute way." He thinks he can easily erase her trust issues like he does with his students, overestimating himself what a surprise. when he realizes NO IT'S NOT THAT EASY, he gets confused, he looks good with kids (and he is in a way, he's as immature as one--) but he realizes pretty quickly what's going on and that he has to do something different if he wants to reach Kianna's heart.

he can (and will) use his position as a teacher to encourage Kianna to spend more time together and teach her powerful techniques (even inviting Yui to watch to show off a bit, two for one!), though at the same time he's like a slight intimidation, since although Gojo would NEVER use those techniques against Kianna or Yui, he definitely shows more than he should. it's scary.

As you said, it's pretty explicit that Gojo is willing to kill not only people who are willing to try to hurt Yui (or god forbid, kidnap her again) but also applies to possible threats to Kianna. I feel that with her the levels of overprotection skyrocket due to a purely cultural issue. with Yui he is much more possessive like a romantic Yandere and with Kianna he is much more overprotective like a platonic Yandere.

is surprisingly paranoid (I haven't seen the second season so sorry if I'm wrong), we could say that the whole situation reminds him a bit of what happened with Riko and, by extension, Geto, the idea that Yui and Kianna, the The new two most important people in his life, whether they are torn from him like that, whether by the big shots or by curses, it doesn't matter, IT EATS HIM FROM THE INSIDE OUT.

does a decent to mediocre job of hiding these thoughts, Yui tries to get him to talk to her thinking "venting it out might help me deal with it in a healthy way" though it only ends up generating a higher level of Satoru's obsession over her.

while Kianna has mixed feelings, on the one hand she is somewhat afraid of Satoru, afraid that he will hurt her as Seiji has done in the past, but on the other hand she is doing something that she never thought she would do, showing herself vulnerable (something like that). , ends up in a certain way empathizing with him and even accepting his company more. again only increasing the level of obsession over her.

it all ends with Kianna officially being a member of the Gojo family, even if she doesn't quite know how they got to this point, she can't even go on as many missions as before (or even GO OUT as much as before). although at least they don't have to worry about the people who were chasing them before, they're already gone, she doesn't know how, but they're gone, and everyone knows better than to question "the strongest". Yui seems happy tho, finally having the "peacefull life" she always dream of.

Even if it's the way she want it.

Satoru is more than pleased with this turn of events, no Sorcerer dares even look at Yui or Kianna the wrong way, Yui is his wife, Kianna is his daughter, he has everything. Absolutely everything at hand, under control, safe and sound.

What more he could ask?

[switch]

if you're someone like me who has never found consistent success with yooyuball following other guides before, but also doesn't want to just turtle in a corner for 2 minutes, here's what i've been doing. i get anywhere from 5-11 goals per game with an average of 8. babby's first casual yooyuball cheese guide. not intended for pros.

use mouse controls. pick whatever formation looks like the leftmost one for you. beeline towards the ball, then run straight down as soon as you grab it. you're faster so you should always grab first, but try to get away asap. some guides say to let the opponent grab the ball first, but i've found post-flash stealing very finicky and if you get your angle right, stealing immediately can let you score within about 3 seconds. generally the AI will extremely rarely if ever get in your way if you take this lower path, but keep an eye on them.

run down along the field and then curve back up and try to throw the ball in from the bottom while approaching at roughly this distance and angle. i don't charge my shot when i do this, i just tap as i'm walking. the AI goalie has trouble handling this. it's a bit finicky, too far in one direction and it'll either get stuck on an invisible lip just below the bottom of the net or the goalie will just grab it. if you stay on the bottom, though, the goalie will usually throw at a consistent upward angle that you can learn the trajectory of to quickly grab and try again. this shot becomes significantly easier to hit if you get a wide net powerup. i don't hit it first try every time but you get a feel for it.

this applies for pretty much every ball except darigan and mutant. faerie will be a bit more finicky but it's still doable. mutant you'll usually get a normal throw eventually. darigan is a waste of everyone's time. if a freeze powerup spawns and time isn't too close to running out, try to save it for a darigan ball (or maybe robot if you're afraid you won't get it in one shot) if you can, as they'll usually give you enough time to get a proper shot- powerups not picked up don't despawn between matches.

some people make their own goalie score on themselves with a darigan ball to just quickly end the round and try to get a different ball in order to make up more points than the one lost by doing so, i don't like this strat because half the time i just get 3 darigans in a row anyway. otherwise, if you just keep fucking around with the darigan ball in front of the enemy goalie it'll usually go in eventually, because it won't go in the direction the enemy wants either.

if you're having an absolute bitch of a time with a darigan or mutant ball, you can turtle in the upper corner. wiggle your mouse back and forth to kind of wedge your guy up there and wait. the AI will either go extremely prolonged periods of time without stealing, or won't steal at all. i recommend not looking away or taking your hand off the mouse, because they can still steal, but usually you can just tap your mouse if you see the bar pop up to yank it back from them.

however, i strongly encourage not doing this strat if you can absolutely help it unless you've already had a pretty good game. doing a bunch of 0-1 games because you turtled immediately every time will bring your team's average down for everyone. if an ice powerup spawns, stop turtling and go try to score.

anyway the most important thing to remember is that the game is less intimidating and complicated than it looks. you move faster, you're the only one who can grab powerups, the game is very weighed in your favor. it beats grinding slushie slinger or make some noise any day of the week.

[lexosaurus]

Hi! I follow Imekitty on Fanfiction and Tumblr. I loved your fic, Danny's struggle to re-adjust to life after revelation and plighting against the trauma of GiW is brilliantly executed! I read your chp 18 "Everything Was White" DP fic. I wanted to say that if you're writing the fic under real-world or semi-real world rules, then Operative O verbally intimidating Danny should count for as some kind lawful restraint/victim intimidation violation. Sure, they can't physically engage with him, but verbal, especially is words/statements' contents is or implies threats or emotional trauma provocation, are a thing that maybe could be explored. Just my two cents.

Hi! Thanks for the comment! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far, and yes I am writing under semi-real world rules (starting with real world rules, and bending as I please haha). And I absolutely LOVE that you're pointing this out because it gives me an excuse to ramble about my writing decisions! Sorry, you've basically unlocked a monster lmao.

I didn't think O's interaction with Danny worked in the legal sense because O was just there on—as he said—a routine inspection. Danny was the one to confront him in the hallway, and Danny was the one who acted aggressively. O's response was careful to not include any (apparent) threats, and his intimidation tactic was hidden (this becomes apparent next chapter).

Now you and I both know that O was actually threatening Danny, and that the only reason why he showed up to the school was to see and intimidate Danny. But it doesn't look that way from the outside. I mean, if a student took a video of the incident, they'd just see a very angry, glowing-eyed halfa Danny storming up to a government agent, the agent saying something the video can't pick up, and then the angry ghost backing down and being escorted away by a teacher. That's not really anything concrete enough for the courts to go off of, ESPECIALLY remembering that no one knows that O has a personal connection to Danny! And yes, even though it's very obvious that there was some foul play between the GIW and Danny (aka he's disabled), not only was experimenting on ghosts legal to do, but O and his team could have very easily lied about what really happened in the reports. Honestly, I don't think anyone in the government or judicial system would care enough to dig deeper.

One topic that I really like to compare Danny's situation to is Gitmo because it has a history of torture and basically acts outside of US government "oversight". When you dig into it, there have been cases of ex-prisoners trying to sue for damages, and the US basically went "lol fuck off you can't sue us for this." Or they went "We don't condone what happened, but we're not gonna see your case because of national security matters." And I could TOTALLY see them doing a similar thing to Danny to shut him down.

Now of course, the irl prisoners weren't suing for intimidation, but I think that sort of history of people in power 'protecting the abusers' is really relevant to the fic. And we see cases like this not only in Gitmo, but also just in the general criminal law too. I mean, there's a reason why cops are so famous for abusing their wives. They can get away with it, plain and simple. The laws don't really apply to them because they stand together above the law.

It's all very complicated and messy. So yes while you're ABSOLUTELY right that O did go after Danny here and yes he should never be allowed within 100 yards of Danny again, I don't think that one interaction alone is nearly telling enough for Danny's family to get any sort of protection for him. Especially since Danny hasn't said a word about O specifically to...well...anyone.

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[a-tale-of-legends]

Okay so I promised an analysis of Geeta's team so here we go!

Espathra dex entry:

Both Espathra and it's pre evo, Flittle, are both seem to be pretty violent? Flittle is said to enact revenge on those who steals from it and now we see that Espathra has nasty temper. This, 1) makes me wonder how much Geeta is concealing underneath that poise nature of hers. This is not me saying Geeta is "eViL" since I rather not have a poc woman who is presented with flaws to become the villain of the dlc or something. If it does end up being the case then WELP. Anyway, going back on topic, this also makes me think 2) of how ruthless Geeta can be in the work space. It's no secret that she's disliked for how she operates things. Just going off how she talked to Penny during the post game ( which I haven't finished so I don't know what she says there), she doesn't exactly take no for an answer. She intimidates you with a smile.

Next up, Gogoat!

I'm putting both dex entries up here because both definitely apply to Geeta in such an interesting way. Let's start with Violet. It's basically restating stuff from old entries, I believe. But even then , I feel like this does give some insight to Geeta as a character. We know that Geeta's goal is to cultivate strong trainers across Paldea. Despite her less than great work ethics, she ultimately is trying to help others. Gogoat is a great representation of that, who has said to have helped humans for 5,000 years. Side tangent: if I'm being honest, I really think Geeta is carrying the whole league on her back with how messy it is. Kinda similar to how Gogoat carries its rider! .......yeah, okay, anyway.

Going onto the Violet Dex entry goes into this hierarchy structure of Gogoat( I....I don't think that's the right word but I'm rolling with it). There isn't much for me to say here, other than Geeta pretty much asserting her dominance as Top Champion. She's the leader, and probably has beaten the elite 4 at some point? I dunno, but Gogoat represents that.

Moving on! Veluza!

Admittedly an odd choice. Also very disappointed by it's stats, why is it so slow. Anyway.

This is going to be a case of me looking far into too it and trying to make up something that isn't there but I don't care. Let's talk about Veluza shedding spare flesh. Both its Dex entries mention how doing so causes its psychic abilities and agility to hone and increase. Spare flesh, in the context of Geeta, would apply to how her pokemon team should have worked. I don't think she disregards her pokemon, not at all, but for her Kingambit to work, she needs death foder. The spare flesh helps one of her pokemon become even stronger,which could equate to honing one's skill.

In terms of personality/ backstory, and this is where I really go off the walls, it makes me if Geeta has ever discarded some things in her old life pre league, to get to where she is now? That isn't exactly uncommon, so to speak. Giving up some things to better another is something I feel some people relate to. It's still interesting to think about however.

We aren't exactly getting into Kingambit juuuuust yet. Before then we have Avalugg!

What I take away from this dec entry is how kind and peaceful Avalugg is. I say kind, mostly in regards to how the Dex entries always mentions how it carries Bergmite on its back ( lmao, Geeta carrying the league on her back), and going out of it's way to avoid conflict. I choose to see this as another example of Geeta's good nature, her wanting to better the Paldean league, even if she isn't a great boss. While she is demanding, and doesn't always take no for an answer, she isn't cruel. At the point of where I am in the post game, Geeta has given strict orders that Larry doesn't work overtime and takes a break. This is the same person who is said to dox his pay if he stays idle( or is that another boss? He is working 3 jobs...). Geeta doesn't like Larry, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care for his well being( imo). I think Avalugg is a good pokemon to showcase this kindness and dependency ( as people who can depend on Geeta to get things done).

Now we get into Kingambit

This follows the trend that Gogoat and kinda Espathra set up. Ruthless pokemon( okay Gogoat isn't ruthless per say) that are said to have a distinct dominance over their kind through brute force,again alluding to Geeta being the top champion of Paldea. I like how this pokemon is said to not be a good strategist, which is funny since I think Geeta's team could have been great if the composition was better. But another way of looking at it is Geeta being able to command a King herself, being the one to strategize for him and ultimately make the king her knight. And another way of looking at it is Geeta trying to handle so much at once. Her best strategy towards keeping the league in shape is being a bit nosey, demanding etc. And it works, yes, but there's always room for improvement, which I think she knows.

There's also Kingambit's ability Supreme Overlord. The ability honestly works similarly to how the elite 4 is structured in a way. The challenger defeats the 4 members, going up to the strongest that is Geeta.

And finally.... Glimmora

Glimmora strays away from the theme (imo) of Geeta's team ( half are ruthless while the other half is kind) completely. The dex entries all relate to it's petals and how it relates to tera jewels. Glimmora is only found in Area Zero. Glimmlet can be found outside of area zero. So this begs the question: did Geeta get her ace as a Glimmora or raised it from a glimmlet. I've always thought Geeta has some connection to Area Zero, personally. Her theme just reminds me of the place, it doesn't have the same twinkle that the E4 or Nemona has. Again, it sounds similar to Area Zero to me more than anything. I think she has some sort of connection to it, especially since ( if I'm getting the timeline right) Geeta would have been the one to give the yes on the tera balls. If not her, then someone else. I don't remember if this was stated in the game.

And that's all I have! There's one other thing that I noticed about Geeta compared to other champions but that's for another post ( hopefully). If you read this far, thank you for indulging in my silly overanalysis of this character! I genuinely think Geeta is cool and interesting, and I'm really hoping she isn't a villain. If she is one.....well I just hope they do her well.

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Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (798): Thu 23rd May 2024

Checked out last night's Dynamite. The opening match was a very entertaining encounter between Will Ospreay / Orange Cassidy vs Trent Beretta / Roderick Strong. I know WWE do a lot of matches featuring two people involved in separate feuds teaming up to face their opponents but there's a reason: it adds intrigue to a feud (as Ospreay/Cassidy vs Beretta/Strong proved) and in my opinion AEW needs to start doing them more. During the Bryan Danielson vs Satnam Singh match Sonjay Dutt went to clear the announce table so that Satnam could slam Bryan through it but he accidentally caused the table to fall to bits and I'm sure at this moment Maffew from Botchamania's eyes lit up as he knew he'd have guaranteed material for the next installment. Never thought I'd say this but Satnam Singh put in a good showing against Danielson. He can't do that much but he's more agile than most giants. I think they should book him like WWE booked Braun Strowman during his crazed monster phase The 3 way match between Hook / Shibata / Keith was good but the crowd was dead mainly because there wasn't an ounce of build so they didn't care. Also what was with that finish? Hook had Bryan Keith in RedRum while Shibata had Keith in a figure four which caused the ref to declare Hook and Shibata co-winners. Surely the ref should've asked Keith whose submission was hurting him more and he should've won. We got a match between Konosuke Takeshita and Matt Sydal where Sydal didn't even get an entrance. They could've justified this by having Sydal protest Christopher Daniels' firing and the Bucks respond by taking away his entrances. Afterwards Jon Moxley came down and hit Takeshita with the microphone to build heat for their up coming IWGP Title eliminator match. After Mox hit Takeshita they should've had Takeshita assault and bloody Wheeler Yuta or intimidate Rene backstage to add some extra heat for their match at Double Or Nothing. Good match between Black and O'Reilly but again crowd was dead because there was no hype. What made it worse was the guy in the crowd trying to start a "This Is Awesome" chant out of the dead silence. The blood at the end of Black v O'Reilly was cool but the crowd was dead because there was no build. They should've had Black cut a promo in the barbed wire cage then get drenched in blood & then have Black challenge O'Reilly to a match on Collision to exact revenge. After the match Black was stood alone in the ring and was drenched in a stream of blood from the ceiling. This is actually how Taz has his fake tan applied. We got a segment where Christian tried to escape from Swerve in a car but was blocked by a returning Prince Nana which was magic. Hopefully Tony is starting to realise that you can't expect to grow an audience with JUST great match after great match, you need to have this extra stuff too. Also the recurring story throughout the night should've been Swerve taking out each member of The Embassy and The Patriarchy before his match with Nick Wayne in the main event…instead of just him having a match in the middle of the card like he has since becoming champ. I still don't get why Tony Khan is being portrayed as the face in this AEW vs Bucks storyline. Surely the story should be the Bucks & the AEW originals are angry at Tony for bending over for CM Punk and Tony should be going "Punk & the ex WWE guys are money not you!"

[badarthistorian-blog]

4/14/24

I'm back.

Well, I guess I shouldn't say I'm back - really, what I mean is that I went back to my alma mater yesterday (undergrad, not grad), sat in the crowd while current seniors presented their final BA thesis papers, reminisced about how much I miss the art world, and left the presentation feeling like I just had to do something to scratch that "why did I ever leave art behind, I need to get back to it right now!" itch.

What hasn't happened in the eight years since I was last here? The 2016 version of me who wrote the few posts that follow did have it rough, yes (it's hard not to look back at those entries and remember how lonely that time of my life was) - but little did she know that she only had a few years left of calling herself an arts professional. Years that I don't think I would redo necessarily, but I might have sunk my teeth in a little more if I could predict the detour my career path would take.

I only lasted in NYC for another month after my last post. I experienced some of the best times of my life in the four months I was there, but damn was it lonely. I was lucky enough to have a very good friend who lived in the city just a train ride away and who was there for almost every one of those best experiences, but my job sucked; my living space sucked; my boss sucked. If even one of those things was better it might have made all the difference, but it wasn't meant to be.

I packed my two suitcases and moved to New England on December 23, 2016. If it wasn't for the friends I'd made in grad school (and, let's be honest, my boyfriend at the time), I'd have no doubt ended up back at home in the Midwest. But I also had an opportunity I couldn't pass up - managing a photography gallery, essentially my dream job.

In the three years I was at the gallery, I saw, matted, framed, shipped, and catalogued some of the best works the history of photo has to offer. I worked a week-long photo show back in NYC and, again, experienced some of the most standout moments of my life (clearly NYC has that power over me; as my uncle would say, "that city has jazz in the air").

I stayed at the gallery for almost three years before one owner retired and the other decided to shift to an at-home gallery - aka, I was out of a job.

And that's how I landed in fundraising. A series of subsequent steps led me back to the Midwest and into a more suitable fundraising position for my personality (research-based, behind-the-scenes, and a bit more covert than asking for gifts). The boyfriend I had in New England is now my sweet husband. We travel, see family often, and are very happy.

But.

Yesterday, I caught up with one of my old professors. My history of photo professor, to be exact. He remembered what I'd shared with him during my last update - from 2017, when I was just learning the ropes of photo gallery management. When he asked what I was doing now, I told him and tried not to sound too bashful about no longer being in the art world. His response was, "That's great, but you were so close - you had your foot in the door." Polite, but disappointed. A not-so-subtle way of reminding me that I was there! I was doing it! I was a successful art (photo) historian!

But then... I left it behind. And I left it behind for all the reasons I started Bad Art Historian in the first place.

I found that the people who worked in the art world full-time weren't much better than the students who went through my grad program with me. Often, they were standoffish. I fairly consistently felt like I wasn't in on the joke, or that I wasn't doing art "right" because I wasn't high brow enough. I was intimidated by the people I indirectly worked with, and as someone who very much thrives on connecting with others, this left me feeling rejected.

That's not to say I didn't try. When my boss told me the photo gallery would be closing, I applied for plenty of art jobs. Assistant curatorships, gallery sitters, program coordinators. None of them worked out. Fundraising fell in my lap, and I wasn't in a position to deny it.

Honestly, It felt like a good change - welcome, in fact, especially when I very quickly realized that the people on my team were my kind of people. Friendly, outgoing, social, and supportive.

Which makes my photo professor's comment all the more rattly, because I had to remind myself that I left for a reason. I still hope that life will lead me back to the arts - but I don't think I betrayed myself by leaving in the first place. Accepting - and being okay with - that choice is difficult, but a worthy endeavor nonetheless.

Anyway. I'm back - maybe? We'll see how long this renewed energy lasts. But in this moment, I'm glad to be here.

[ayosu-itsuki]

Entry #52

I can't sleep tonight.

When I came to this world, I honestly thought I would be able to see it as an escape from reality. And, i mean, that is partially true. It's not like I've been hit by a truck (lol) but I can definitely feel that this new life is separate from the one I used to have.

The weird thing is, eventually I will have to go back to my real routine. I will be home, living with my mom, walking among humans like me, and... not having a job. I won't be able to carry my money with me, most likely. And even if I do, I don't think bomis exist on Earth. Is there an ATM for exchanging bomis for yen? Yeah... thought so.

It got me to think of that question, again. What do I want to do with my life? The same force that brought me here will spirit me away back to Earth when we're done with this... adventure? And, when I wake up from this very real dream... if I'm alive and well, then... what next?

Should I apply for a job as a cashier at a konbini? We have those by the dozen where I live. I remember one time I asked my Tokyo relatives. They told me to learn how to make takoyaki. Because naturally they only come here as tourists... Ah, that's a little cruel. But it's true...

I can't believe I'm even remotely considering the possibility of going back to high school. Is that even a thing? I feel like I'm tainted. I already chose my fate... I dropped out. I wouldn't exactly say I'm a failure, but I know to some people I might be. I'll be the oldest in my classroom by two years.

I barely even got to know Bruno tonight. And yet, I feel so moved by his story. Panuk is also absolutely thrilled to start his middle school. I would argue middle school was the best time of my life, since I managed to make friends for once. But I feel like Panuk's determination will survive all the way through high school. That kid is so hardworking, so earnest and yet so kind.

I feel like part of the process of becoming an adult involves understanding that you can learn new lessons even from people who are younger than you. And... I want to stay around Lydia, Briana, Panuk... I want to learn from them, get inspired by their energy. It's a good influence for me.

Ah, high school is still so intimidating... I could study other types of things, something more specific instead of drowning in subjects I don't even care about. But again, what do I even want to do? Being a cashier is so boring, and I don't think I'll ever adapt to the constant exposure to so many people every day...

It's so ironic. Tonight, I saw my own plight reflected not only on the gloomling we were trying to save, but in Greta. It's embarrassing, but she really got me. And I feel like she resents structures education even more than I do. But... I just never thought I'd find myself relating to her. We're almost opposites in every way. It was also the first time she's ever yelled at me. She seemed very mad. Although I feel like she was actually yelling at Panuk.

It's easy to say "they're just kids, they'll figure it out, I shouldn't intervene" but, is that really the right thing?

...

Arguments that end in silence are the worst, because it means they're unresolved. They usually foreshadow another argument unless one reaches out to the other and yields.

Should I tell Lydia about the diary? I don't want my father's memories to be shared so easily... what would he want? I wish could ask him.

...

I wonder what she's... No, I shouldn't think about that. But... I hope she's okay.

Good night, both worlds...

[scriptlgbt]

hey i saw that youre not taking mods under 18 but i think i could do a good job. im 17 in one month and i am really ok w seeing asks abt sex, considering that this is a writing advice blog i dont think there will be anything bad. i feel like 17 year old ppl and exactly 18 yr old ppl dont have that much separating them, and the ability to handle Sex Stuff really doesnt have much to do w age. u could make a sideblog for sex questions too. anyway can i still apply

In the kindest possible way, we are not going to budge on this. We are not making a sideblog for this purpose either (aside from it being not part of the ScriptFamily protocol to do something like that, it would not be enough, as this transcends even separating minors from sex questions). 

It matters that you understand why this matters to us.

When I posted the application, explaining that the issue is about sex questions was a convenient summary that didn’t require TWs. The fact of the matter is that nearly every time we have made a statement that should be universal and obvious (like: necrophilia and pedophilia are bad), we get asks in retaliation that we ethically cannot post. That aren’t warned for and can be traumatizing, and are triggering sometimes for some of us.

A minor does not have the same level of support that people above 18 do. Even though I was paying my own rent and supporting myself in full at 17, I still wasn’t legally allowed to do most things without my parent signing off on it. Even with things that I legally had a right to access, they were still frequently barred from me because most people didn’t understand that. And I didn’t have the kind of power or sway in the world I would have needed if I’d had to deal with getting some of the asks that we get here.

This has also been discussed with the mod team and was a unanimous thing. Because this is a new rule, we had mods in the past who were under 18 when they started on the blog, who have since retired (for an array of reasons), who agree that we shouldn’t accept minors as moderators. While being 17 and 18 don’t feel very different for you, it matters for a lot more reasons than just psychologically. If it were just about psychology, I might even suggest raising the number higher.

Along with this, one of the qualifiers for people to be able to join a ScriptBlog is that we would be confident in our ability to answer questions on the topic as an expert witness in a court of law. (Think like, a scientist being asked to take the stand to explain the nuances of certain drug interactions, studies on the subject.) And being able to be cross-examined and have your research and expertise be questioned. Being able to answer questions with the quality of an expert in the field.

In this case, the field is LGBT+ topics and studies. Including our histories, medical issues, sociological determinants of health, subcultures, intra-community issues and dynamics, legal issues, prominent figures, how colonial forces impact gender, how to research LGBT+ historical figures (and what kind of coded language to look for and sometimes why that language was used), etc.

Being LGBT+ alone qualifies you with a lot of expertise, but we often get asked the kinds of questions that most researchers at the front of these topics haven’t even looked into yet. Sometimes, I have to use translators to access textbooks from 1920s Germany (bless the Hirschfeld Institute for having repatriated books online) just to answer a given question. It’s finding firsthand documentation, it’s reading textbooks and understanding what those textbooks say, and being able to develop your own independent idea of something because you’ve taken enough references (including your own firsthand experience) into account. It’s feeling qualified to write textbooks, even if just in theory.

Not that one person can know everything, but just as an example, I can list a bunch of names of Two-Spirit activists who I have learned certain things from, so I can refer people asking on certain topics where to go. I know that binarism is a colonial force of asserting a white colonial gender binary. That knowledge isn’t something that comes up on the first page of Google. (*cough* This was in the application and most people who answered it, got it wrong! But if you know this was you, you can totally go back to the link and edit your answer.) I know these things because I’ve done relentless research, over the course of years. I’ve been interviewed by Xtra (a gay paper, the gayper if u will). I’ve had a Medium article on my trans body experience selected by the editorial team at Medium as an article they wanted to hire someone to do a voiceover of.

These are just accolades. We don’t ask about accolades in the application, we ask what you know. We’re not asking what awards you’ve won for activism, we’re asking what you can advise on.

While I understand that young prodigies exist, that’s just not the norm. The majority of us are not experts in any field at 17. Or 18.

But we have to draw a line somewhere, and 18 is a minimum that falls in line with a lot of other important things. So it is the line we draw.

- mod nat

[almadelsur]

A frank castle idea, I'm rewatching daredevil and his colonel was saying how perceptive Frank is of people's body language, personality and behavior. And he was able to read karen easy. So how do you think that applies to our dear reader!

Oooooh ok ok starting off strong here. !! 18+ below !!

So I think that from the moment Frank meets you, he knows that it ain’t gonna be an easy ride. As ever, the aloof observer that he is, he watches you from a few barstools away through horizon line that is his beer glass as he brings it up to his lips. You’re on a date with some boring fucker who uses too many hand gestures and is clearly intimidated by you by the way that his knee keeps bouncing up and down anxiously. Even from a short distance Frank can tell that you’re bored, you stay quiet listening to whatever nervous rambling your date keeps spewing whilst trying to swallow down the ridiculous pink gin drink that he had bought for you. Every now and then you let your eyes drift over to Frank. He catches you in eye contact a couple of times, your gaze daring him to go over, make a move, anything. So he does. He walks over to you whilst your date is in the restroom and doesn’t even bother introducing himself, instead he sits himself down where your date had been and shoves the glass of gin gently towards the bar before asking the bartender for a “Jack on the rocks for the lady, I think she’s suffered through enough of this.” Your short satisfied response of “Hmm” tells him that he’s met his match.

To no one’s surprise, you’d left with Frank that night. As your relationship progressed, he came to realise just how right he’d been in his initial impression of you. He’d always thought he was stoic and undemonstrative until he met you. Of course the base level of open communication had been there, especially as you were getting to know eachother.

Where did you grow up?

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your story?

All questions he knew the answers to, it was the emotion you reserved. The day-to-day how are you feeling? why are you angry? are you upset with me? Those were things you shut off. Frank was smart though, he read your eyes like a children’s picture book. He knew when you lied and why usually, he knew the difference between your “im worried about you anger” and your “im pissed at you anger”. Most importantly, he knew when you were sad, that was the real kicker for you. You’d never admit it but, despite your rooted issues in the matter, it was important to you and you were thankful that he’d just know without you having to surrender and explicitly say it out loud. Ever since you were little, you had hated other people seeing you upset. Irrationally, and mainly due to your upbringing, it made you feel weak. But as well as knowing the when, Frank also knew the how. He knew how to accommodate to your moods without you having to say a single word, he knew that when you felt particularly upset the best thing for him to do was take you to bed and hold you close to him with the television playing for some numbing background noise whilst he grounded you with his top of the head kisses, or his back strokes. Sometimes, in those moments, you would even benefit from a slow fuck, you on your back under Frank’s engulfing physique, fucking the bad thoughts out of your head until the only thing you could think about and feel was him.

Speaking of which, the way he can read body language is also something you’d come to realise was a large factor in Frank’s ability to give you knock-out orgasms each and every single time. Because whilst yes, all his qualities are amazing and his dick is big and yada yada yada, it’s not the size of his cock or his primal nature that gives him the edge in bed, it’s his extensive knowledge of your body and what you like. The way he knows when to slow down or when to lift your leg over his shoulder to hit deeper, or how he knows that if he eats your pussy out before sex then you’re usually more riled up for a hard fucking and if he makes you ride him then you won’t need a second orgasm through penetration but won’t ever be too overstimulated so as to not be able to cum from him rubbing on your clit. Basically all in all, Frank knows each and every part of you, both internally and externally, and it’s truly a blessing just as he is as a partner and a person !!

Send me your Frank Castle concepts, asks, and thoughts !!

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.