#Male!Burnin

[eliseuocscreator]

GENDERBEND MODEL AU(Burninkah, Kamukah= Burnin x Lukah).

First Meeting

Location: Enko Todoroki, modeling agency(Japan), Time: 1:30PM

It was half past one in the afternoon, after lunch, and Moe Kamiji, The secretary of the modeling agency of Japan's most famous model, Enko Todoroki, had just arrived from his lunch break upstairs, he then sits at his desk, he was typing for about approximately 15 minutes, until he was expecting a phone call, what was common were phone calls from big names wanting the model Enko to pose for some magazines or even for her to go to a modeling meeting outside the country. Moe heard some footsteps, coming towards him, Moe who was answering the phone, about a friend of his, he then turned to see who was standing in front of him and decided to answer the person.

Moe: I'll talk to you later Usagi. Hello Sir, sorry for the inconvenience, but if you want to schedule something for the model Enko Todoroki, you can talk to me and I will be very-

The "sir" then seemed to have changed "his" expression, looking like he was "irritated", but the "sir" sat in the chair across from Moe, and spoke in a somewhat serious voice.

Lukah: Firstly, I am a woman, and secondly, I would like to talk to my mother, if she is here, otherwise, if she is not here I will come back later.

Moe for a moment, felt chills in his body, first because he mistook a woman for a guy, it wasn't his fault, because this woman, she looks a little like a man, due to her appearance athletic and Her face looks a bit like a man's, plus her hair is short, and another thing is that she is Enko's daughter? How is that possible? His boss hadn't told him about such a beautiful daughter, However, Moe then decided to stop thinking too much, and decided to answer the woman.

Moe: My sincere apologies, Miss Todoroki, I didn't know you were Enko's daughter, I mean, your mother, is a very amazing model, I didn't know she had such a beautiful daughter, sorry...

Lukah: Okay, you're forgiven, you can stop using it, and try to drink some water to calm down, because it wasn't your fault, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Lukah, Lukah Todoroki.

The young lady stood up, and Moe wondered, how could a woman so tall, so strong and muscular (like his mother Enko) be so beautiful? How could she also look like a man? Is she a tomboy or an androgynous?

Lukah: Are you okay sir... Kamiji? Is that your name?

Moe: You can call me Moe, Miss Todoroki, and your mother is at the agency if you want me to Call her...

Lukah: It's not necessary, because I'll come by surprise. You can call me Lukah, by the way.

Moe: Okay, nice to meet you Lukah.

Lukah: The pleasure was all mine, Moe.

Lukah then walked in, heading towards her mother's office, She walked gracefully (according to Moe), and Moe is thinking, wondering if he is in love with his boss's daughter, is that possible, in just one conversation?

[epickiya722]

Thinking about how some of the fandom actually bashed on Burnin during the Final War Arc without even thinking on her side of things here.

(Just another example really of the fandom not wanting to deep dive on the side of a female character's perspective.)

For one, when she spoke about Endeavor's work as a hero, she didn't deny that he was an abuser. In fact, she insulted him.

Oh, what happened to "you can acknowledge someone is talented and that they're a bad person"? That couldn't be applied here?

It's not like Burnin is the only one who thinks Endeavor's work as a hero is great. Oh, was it forgotten that Endeavor did have fans despite being an asshole? Was it forgotten that the man was the second best hero after All Might before taking the number one spot after the latter retired?

Or did that all just fly out the window?

Did that all not matter the moment a female character spoke up because I didn't see any hate for that pink haired fan boy? Mind you, he liked that Endeavor was a jerk. Hell, some of you even give Dabi an excuse to being an ass sometimes.

So Burnin going "Endeavor is cringe, but his hero work is good and he trust me to have your back so I'll do that" is terrible?

Yes, Endeavor is an abuser. And guess what?

No one denied that.

Burnin didn't deny that, I say again. All she did was acknowledge his work as a hero, that's it.

The Todoroki Family situation is a can of worms, there is a lot to unpack... when you're on the outside. Burnin is an outsider. She didn't witness the abuse. She is aware though that he is an asshole.

Keep in mind, she didn't sit down and have a conversation with anyone in the family about their turmoil. Not because she didn't want to. Because it just didn't happen. Especially, when the abuse came public just before everything went to shit. While Endeavor was recovering in the hospital right after Dabi came public with the abuse and being his son, Burnin as well as other sidekicks and heroes was out trying to stop villains and keep the peace.

Question: why no one bashed Bakugou for telling Fuyumi and the others to not talk about sensitive topics (their whole family issue) in front of guests despite them being in their own home? Why no one said "but they should talk about it because people have to help them" or anything like that, huh? That was the one time I didn't see people hate on Bakugou for something.

Just like with Bakugou, Burnin's words came from a sense of the timing and the current situation at hand. Burnin jumped from one war and into the next.

Ooh, wow, how shocked I am.

Let's also take in account that Burnin is an employee of Endeavor's. She never was a fan of his, but chose his agency because one, quirk compatability and two, big opportunities for her line of work.

Not only she is an employee working for a someone who writes her paycheck, but she is also a FEMALE employee.

I know it's not explicitly clear in the story, but the female heroes (in fact, female characters in general) don't get as much leverage as the male heroes do. Note that there's not a lot of female sidekicks shown in Endeavor's agency. Note that there isn't a lot of female heroes and sidekicks in general. Most are grouped with other female heroes and sidekicks. Burnin? She's in a male dominated place.

She doesn't have a lot of room to actually be a voice here.

Like, honestly, when it comes to certain characters it's like some of you don't care to actually think as to why they say or do things. Even worse when it's a female character because countless times I have seen excuses for the male characters or they don't get as much slack but the moment a female character even moves, just have to come for her neck.

Let's be real though, Burnin definitely said a couple of things behind Endeavor's back and you cannot convince me she didn't take over the agency after the story.

[butterfly-writer]

OTHERS (Heroes)

Shut up, just shut up. BURNIN’ X DETECTIVE!FEM!READER TW: NONE Contents: ANGST Summary: Burnin’ had enough of Y/N’s rants and theories and decided to shut her up… Big mistake.

Compliments BEST JEANIST X PRO!HERO!READER [They/them] TW: Blood (?) Contents: FLUFF, a few bloody moments but it’s mainly reader’s Quirk. Summary: They tried flirting with each other but had to stop because a villain came but they can’t stop thinking about the compliments. Shapeshifter! KEIGO TAKAMI; SHOUTA AIZAWA; TOSHINORI YAGI X PROHERO!HUSBAND!READER TW: NONE Contents: FLUFF Summary: A character is married to a scary looking hero who’s actually a sweetheart. How does the media react? How did they meet?

[bakugoushotwife]

gym partners

a/n: this was a hot hot hot request! i hope you gojhoes love it as much as i do <3

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

cw: pining lol, pervy gojo, scheming gojo, blowjob, mentions of oral fem receiving.

wc: 4.3

He knew exactly what he was doing. Inviting you over to work out in his private home gym after hearing you complain about the facility you had been attending since graduation. Satoru Gojo wasn’t subtle in the slightest, you were convinced he didn’t know what that meant. He’s been shamelessly flirting with you since your first meeting all those years ago in the classrooms of Jujutsu Tech, and it seemed graduating from school wouldn’t stop him from trying to impress you out of your pants. Maybe it was because you were so nice to him, never faulting him for his arrogance or annoying tendencies. It didn’t hurt that you were ridiculously beautiful, and your techniques were truly awe-inspiring. Maybe it was because despite all this, you played hard to get with him for some reason. 

It was fate that made you both teachers at the same school you used to attend, for it gave him ample opportunity to pester you more. He  overheard you telling Shoko about the athletic facilities being inadequate and the amount of male attention that you earned. He wasn’t so fond of the latter statement, though he knew it to be true. You were a total smokeshow, any man would be winning the lottery to cart you around on his arm, the perfect duo of insane talent and looks. He almost thinks it’s unfair until he considers that he himself is also the same way, selfishly enough. Though ever since that day, he can’t help but let his brain go wild thinking of all the ways he could make you his in his home gym, if only you’d jump on the opportunity. 

Your relationship with Satoru was…complex at best. You had been friends and training partners since you met in your first year at Jujutsu Tech, seemingly the only person other than Suguru Geto who could not only withstand–but enjoy–his presence. And then Suguru was gone, so it left you as all he had. Boy was he determined to prove it, to keep you as his person for life. He was the closest thing to a friend you had, aside from Shoko now that you’ve started teaching. 

There was definitely something more to the connection, at least you thought. Banter was seamless, working together on missions only showed the sorcerer world the best team imaginable, and he tirelessly worked to spend more time with you. You were only apprehensive because of your own massive crush on him. It may seem counterintuitive, especially if you think he could like you too, but you kept convincing yourself that it was your own brain playing tricks on you, making you see more to the story when there really wasn’t. He was probably trying to be friendly with you, and as badly as you wished you could have that, you know you could never settle for it. You would always selfishly desire him in more ways, not that you’re the only one. You know every man, woman, and everyone in between or outside of those definitions did a double take anytime he walked by. Anyone who’s anyone wanted him, and you would never be able to blame them. So you shot him down at every invitation to spend time together one on one, avoiding him anytime you knew that you would be alone. 

So imagine your surprise when he knocks on the door of your classroom and slides inside before you can respond, just the two of you. Alone. With Satoru Gojo. You look up from your papers, your focused gaze meeting the familiar, friendly, and fiery blue gaze of the one and only strongest man alive, even with the blindfold obscuring your view of him. He grins, and you look back down at the stack of History of Jujutsu Technique assignments. He chuckles, pulling a wooden chair away from a desk and dragging it behind him as he struts to your table. The sounds of the wooden legs screech along the tile floor until you can detect his frame towering over your desk, feeling his snarky eyes burning holes into your head. 

“Miss Y/N! Long time no talk. If I didn’t know any better–” He says, the amusement in his voice evident as he spins the chair around to straddle, leaning his lanky arms over the back. His blindfold kept the emotion in his eyes guarded, but his smile was bright white–and clearly teasing you. “I would think that you were avoiding your dear old pal, Satoru!” 

You hum in fake confusion, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. “Avoiding you? Oh no, never. I’ve just been so busy lately. All these papers, decorating the apartment, I got a cat recently and I–”

“Started going to the gym, a little birdie named Shoko told me. She says you hate the one you go to, though. How unfortunate.” His features are as smug as ever, and you know instantly that Shoko didn’t tell him a thing. “I imagine she told me out of the kindness of her heart, for our dear friend knows that I happen to have a state of the art, top notch, extremely expensive, home gym!” 

You narrow your gaze up at him. You may not be able to see his eyes through the blindfold, but you knew that he could see yours. He could see everything about you, except for  emotions, thankfully. “Shoko did not tell you that I started working out.” 

“No, she didn’t!” He admits without shame, leaning forward on his propped up hand, his smile unfaltering. “I just happened to overhear, but the fact remains! I can help.” 

“I…work out pretty early, you know our schedule, I just don’t think I could impose.” You smile at him politely, shifting your weight in your seat. He was bringing you dangerously close to revealing the truth. You yearned for him so bad, he had to feel it. Knowing Satoru, you wouldn’t put that past him. An invitation to come to his home every day and work out was nearly too good to pass up, yet you knew that if you jumped at the chance, you wouldn’t be able to deny yourself from crossing other boundaries as well. 

He tilts his head at your reasoning, his jaw tightening and the corners of his mouth twitching. “So do I, like you said, Our schedule. Really, it’s no trouble! I’m sure you’d feel safer in my home, anyway. No pervs, except for me of course.” He chuckles so boisterously that you almost think he’s genuinely joking. You start to nervously chuckle with him when he leans his chest against the chair, his face sneaking closer to yours. “I’ll even get us breakfast on the way to school. C’mon, Y/N…that’s an offer too good to refuse.” 

So you don’t. You find yourself driving to Satoru’s ridiculously expensive penthouse in Tokyo on a Tuesday morning, in your best workout attire and a nervous fluttering heart. You had to admit yourself at the gate via pin, one that he bestowed upon you the other day in your classroom. The house sat atop a secluded hill, and even from the bottom of the driveway, you could see a bright light shining in these early hours of the morning. It seems that he wasn’t lying, he really did work out early. To most, it may seem a bit extraneous to work out on top of training and running missions alongside being a teacher, but it was something that cleared your head in the mornings and allowed you to take some peace in your day. Though it seemed that idea was far abandoned. You park your car and stare at the expensive home. You knew the Gojo heir was loaded, but you didn’t know it was to this extent. He told you to just come in when you arrived, so you did, even though the house was shrouded in darkness, you squinted to let your eyes adjust, gasping when the light is flicked on all of a sudden, revealing a shirtless and blindfold-less Satoru Gojo leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. He was grinning, beefy arms folded across his well defined chest, all enticing your eyes to trail downward. You could only hope your eyes didn’t bulge from your head or that you were openly drooling at the sight of his carved out abdomen, easily sixteen indents rippling through his midsection. You had to shift your weight, thighs rubbing together without even a word. 

His grin grows and his eyes shine brightly, the chlorinated-pool gaze of his zeroing in on your skimpy little outfit. Your sports bra barely contained your chest, and by the way those yoga pants got sucked into your ass…you weren’t wearing any underwear. He licked his bottom lip, pointing behind him with his thumbs. “Good morning, Y/N! Gym’s this way, I’ve been waiting for you to get started.” 

“Good morning Satoru.” You gulp, approaching the staircase. You keep your eyes trained on the steps, unable to look at him for too long. He stifles his chuckle as you grow closer to him, his form partially blocking your way on the steps. He likes to make you nervous, so he doesn’t move out of your way. He stands his ground, humming excitedly when your bare skin brushes against his. 

“Oh Y/N~” He coos seductively, enjoying the blush that creeps up your neck and colors your ears. “Right this way. What type of workouts do you like? We can do anything! Yoga, weight training, cardio, you name it, sweet lady.” He says, the upbeat tone of his voice making you feel like he knew something that you didn’t. He shows you into the room that was already well lit. Your eyes do bulge from your head this time, his home gym was the size of your entire home. He snickers at your reaction, strolling ahead of you and sitting on a bench press chair. He holds his arms out, as if telling you to behold the beauty. “Welcome to the Gojo Dojo.” He jokes. 

You snort a little, nodding as you step into the room. “You know this is bigger than most people’s houses, right?” You ask indignantly, letting your bag fall from your shoulder and into the floor as you survey all the equipment, weights, and mats Satoru had at his disposal. 

He nods proudly. “It can’t be helped, really. I give to charities!” 

You giggle at his defense, shaking your head as you make your way over to a few stretching mats spread out for the two of you. He watches you of course, wondering if you were impressed by his facilities. He can’t help but admire your physique as you set your water bottle down. He hadn’t ever been so enamored before, not even when he really tried to be into other people just to stop thinking of you. You were perfect. Mind, body, and spirit. You really didn’t need to work out at all, and he certainly hoped you weren’t doing it to lose any weight…my god you were absolutely delici—

“Satoru? Did you hear me?” You ask, waving your hand in front of his face with a soft laugh.

He shakes his head. “No, I was fantasizing about how good you look.” He admits without shame, blinking his focus back to your looming frame in front of him. Even when he was sitting, you were only a few inches taller. He lets his eyes skirt over your frame, smirking without pause. 

Your cheeks heat up, and you’re sure you just didn’t hear him correctly. “R-right. I was thinking I’d do some stretches,then work my core. What are you gonna do?” 

He wants to say something else clever to fluster you further, but he decides to take the passive route. You should be able to feel how bad he wants you at this point, his incessant attempts to get you alone, the way he nags you at work and blows your phone up with memes and reddit posts he wanted your opinion on should all be enough aside from his very obvious flirting. Anyone else would have given up, taking you for not being interested, but Satoru knew you better than anyone. He knew that if you weren’t interested in him, you’d say so. You wouldn’t just widen your eyes and brush him off, you must think he’s joking.

Which is why he’s wanted to get you alone for so long. If only he had some one on one time with you, then he could be as bold and vulnerable as he may need to be to win you over. That would come later, for now, he had to let you complete your workout. He nods at your agenda, thinking of the next step in his own routine. 

“Chest. Watch and weep.” He winks, and you quickly turn your back to him to go to your mat. He was too much for you, as anticipated. You could feel your body warm, and you knew he would see it if you turned around. What made you think you could make it through a workout session with Satoru when you could hardly stomach him being in your classroom with no supervision? He just chuckles at you. Maybe his affection was just a bit overwhelming for you, you couldn’t discern if he was messing with you or not, and didn’t want to embarrass yourself in any event. He supposes he could understand, if only you weren’t so stupid. You were the only person he held on a pedestal, the fact that you couldn’t understand how much you meant to him at this point was bordering on clinical insanity. 

He stands up to put his weights on the barbell, not bothering to conceal his watching you. You could feel it, but you figured it would be more embarrassing to stop and confront him over it. So you just continue, folding in half at the hips to touch your toes. He sighs at the sight of your round ass, your poor excuse of a sports bra nearly betraying you here, your fat tits almost spilling out into the floor. He packs the 45 pound plates on, four on each side, clearing his throat loudly. He doesn’t miss the way your head snaps up, shyly averting your gaze once you realize he set a trap for you.

You lay on the mat, you start with some leg raises, tilting your head back far enough to watch Satoru lay back on the bench. He hums to himself, feeling along the bar for his best grip. Once he’s satisfied, he lifts the 405 pounds without any of the effort you’d expect to see from such a heavy weight. He hardly even grunts, though you notice the sweat start to bead on his forehead  as he sets into reps. You’re not sure when your legs fall down, but you can’t help but be mesmerized. The bright lights of the room make the layer of perspiration shine, his chest and abs glistening like he’d been coated in a layer of coconut oil. You bite your lip at the sight, trying to fight the naughty thoughts raiding your consciousness right now. He does eight, ten, twelve reps at that weight before he racks it again, grinning as he senses your eyes on him. He takes about thirty seconds as a little break, deciding to show off a little for you. He starts another set, maybe forcing a few grunts to elicit a soft gasp from you. He’s sure you think he can’t hear you, but he does. He even hears the shakiness of your breath, though he denies himself the simple pleasure of looking at you. 

You’re a mess, and it’s horrifically embarrassing. He hasn’t touched you, he’s hardly looked at you, and he hasn’t even done anything inherently erotic, but you can feel your slick sliding down your thighs as we speak, and your nipples are hardening under your bra, which of course doesn’t conceal a thing. You watch him lift without doing any exercise yourself, embarrassed by the way he works you up without doing a thing. 

“Impressed by this strength, little thing?” He sighs out in between reps, finally racking his weights and standing up to remove them. He smirks at you, trying to pretend like you’ve been doing bicycle kicks the whole time. You’re effortlessly seducing him, just by being here and wearing that. He feels like he’s trying so hard to get your attention. Maybe this is all for naught, he thinks, wiping his face off with the towel hanging around his neck. He hadn’t even planned to work out today, mostly just wanting to be with you in every form of the word. He sighs out when you just groan out an ‘mhm!’ in response. 

“Okay..well.” Satoru says, his voice still pitched to be cheerful but definitely not to the same excitement you were used to hearing. It makes you pick your head up to check what’s wrong, you’re just about to speak on it when the words die in your throat. He’s slid out of his shorts, just standing there in his Hollister underwear, the ones with the short inseams. They make everything about him look even bigger, his broad thighs and long toned legs, and of course, his massive bulge. You nearly moan just from the sight, he’s literally walking sex and rubbing it in your face. “Since you’re noticeably not impressed or into me, I’ll.. stop embarrassing myself and go get showered. I can still take you to school if you want–I owe you breakfast.” 

Your eyes widen. He’s gorgeous, you’re sure you could wash your laundry on his stomach, the light coating of sweat covering his muscles made your mouth water—and what did he mean about you not being impressed or into him? Has he really been flirting with you all this time, and meaning it? You sit up quickly. “Satoru–wait.” 

He stops, the panic in your voice makes hope bubble up in his gut again. He turns on his heels. “Yes, Miss Y/n?” 

Now that his eyes are back on yours, you don’t know how to say what you want to say. How could you possibly put into words how bad you’ve wanted him for years, how you’ve yearned to be more than just the passing and whimsical friendship that you have. How could you tell him that you’ve desired him in your bed since the moment you met him, though how profound was that? Most people did. “I–I’m…well, I just, have…had..” You fluster again, looking down at the yoga mat you’d been laying on. He folds his arms, grinning at your bashfulness. Your confession was coming, it was on the tip of your tongue, he could feel it. 

“You’ve what, baby doll? Been tirelessly in love with me for years? Dreamed of me every single night?” He chuckles at your expense, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall just like he was when you came in. 

So that confirms it. That’s exactly what he wants you to say, what he needs to hear from you. He loves you, wants you more than anything. All his elaborate schemes and shitty pick up lines have been for real, and you’ve neglected them for years. You still don’t know how to communicate this need, this carnal desire you have to be his woman. So you don’t. You huff in embarrassment at yourself, at your inability to ever come outright and say how you feel. It’s going to be the death of you here, the reason you lose the man of your dreams. 

No. No, you tell yourself. If Satoru can be so bold with his declarations of desire for you, then you would return the favor. From head to toe, your body erupts into flames and your body moves on its own. You get to your feet, eyes trained on Satoru’s puzzled blues. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and shyly look away, sitting back on your knees once you stand a few inches away from him. You look up, blinking thick eyelashes up at him. Your hand reaches up for the waistband of his underwear. 

“I dunno how to say it. So let me show you.” You offer with a shaky breath, cupping the bulge that slowly grew before your eyes. 

It was his turn. His eyes widened in shock, though his hand found itself knitted in your hair immediately. The feeling of your soft and slender hand holding him over his underwear was only driving him crazier. He needed to have your touch, the real one. He nods, pulling your face a little closer. 

“By all means, darling girl. Show me.” His grin is growing closer to the devilish side. You lick your lips and nod again, tucking your dainty fingers under the waistband and tugging them down. You try to contain your excitement as his length slaps up into those gorgeously defined abs of his, but you can tell by the look on Satoru’s face that you fail. He chuckles, your eyes widening in anticipation and your thighs rubbing together like you’re trying to start a fire. 

He was gorgeous, down to every ridge and vein decorating his perfectly arched cock. You were salivating, he was trimmed immaculately, just some short white pubes there to focus on. You sigh, feeling the heat pool between your legs at the same time you lean and reach up to grasp him. He lets a choked gasp go just from your slender fingers wrapping around his base. He has to consciously think about making himself look down at you, not wanting to miss a second of your beautiful face taking him in. You pump him slowly a few times, still taking in his massive length and the pretty bead of precum gathering at his slit. 

“Don’t tease now, god knows you’ve been doing enough of that for six years now.” He groans, pushing his hips forward so that his pre was spread all along your lips. He giggles at the obscenity of it all, and the way your tongue darts out to lick it all up. Goosebumps prickle along his flesh as you bat your eyes up at him and guide his shaft into your waiting warm mouth. He gasps softly at the feeling of your wet walls swallowing him in, the shocking way you swallow him down your throat was enough to have him fighting the urge to cum down your throat already. You were the girl of his dreams, and he’s been having fantasies of you on your knees like this for years. He groans as you start to move, his back falling more flush against the doorframe. 

You moan at his taste, willing yourself to take him all at once. The weight of him on your tongue was comforting and satisfying, and looking up at the way his face contorts in pleasure, you wonder why you did delude yourself for so long. His fingers gently scratch at your scalp, urging you further down his length, his load rapidly approaching at your gags. 

You let go of his base, forcing him down your throat even though tears spring to your eyes from the action. You move your hands to his hips instead, deepthroating all he had to give you. “Such a nasty girl, swallowing all this dick so good.” 

You moan softly at his talk, actually swallowing around him and choking just a bit. He loves it, the sounds you make and the eager way you bob up and down. “Y/N–I’ll cum soon if you don’t stop.” He warns, though you don’t take it as a warning at all. In fact, you only take it as encouragement to keep going, to make up for all the years you could have had together if only you weren’t so scared. You increase your pace, not minding the ache in your jaw as his hands slide down to hold your face. His features are all worth it, his mouth parted in pleasure, eyes scrunched tight as he fucks his hips into your mouth, pubes rubbing against your chin. His load is huge like the rest of him, the hot liquid sliding down your windpipe. He leaves his dick in your mouth for a minute, still grappling with the aftershocks of his nut, realizing this wasn’t a realistic fantasy of his and you were actually on your knees, sucking him dry. He grins down at you, knowing that your lives together were forever changed. You’d have a while to sort that out, all he cared about now was returning the favor, making you feel as good as you just made him feel. His hands gently stroke your cheeks, and you slide off him with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your eyes never left his, and he couldn’t tear himself away either. 

Your heart pounded in your ears, and you knew this meant big changes for your previously platonic relationship. “Pretty girl, god I’m so glad you did that…let me make you feel good too, please?” He asked, the whine at the end so desperate you could hardly believe Satoru Gojo was begging you to eat your pussy. 

“I–I’m sweaty, it’s not as bad for dick..” You giggle shyly, unable to look at him and say such a thing. 

“I have a shower. C’mon. We have time.” He wiggles his brows, stepping out of his underwear entirely. His hands pull you back to your feet, keeping his hold on you as he directs you to the shower.

[sapphic-agent]

A little rant here but I honestly hate enji apologists so much.

Iam talking about the type that try to justify his abusive behaviour towards shoto and deny any abuse occurred even though we see shoto on his knees vomiting due to over exertion at age 5.

Or the same fans that say that rei was never abused or 🍇 because she consented to all of this while blatantly ignoring that she didn't have a choice and the one time she tried to deny and say no we see her have natsou and shoto

Or the same fans that would insist that dabi was born evil somehow even though a child doesn't simply inherit sexist beliefs when born or ignore the fact that all dabi wanted was his father's love and attention

Or the same fans that say it's somehow all okay because he feels bad now like he didn't only start to recognise the wrong of his actions AFTER achieving his dream and causing all of that damage

And I can go on but I can seriously never understand people who would say that they like enji at all.

There's a lot of rationalizing among Enji fans, I've noticed.

It's kind of similar to Bakugou, though I've noticed that most Bakugou fans hate Endeavor and most Endeavor fans hate Bakugou. It's really ironic because both characters have similar issues.

But similar to Bakugou fans, Endeavor fans latch onto the notion that Enji is such a "complex" and well-written character because that's why Horikoshi attempts to shove in our faces.

The issue is, Endeavor's canonically done some irredeemable shit. Human trafficking, spousal abuse, marital rape, child abuse, severe child neglect, etc. That's worse than most of the LOV. Compared to him, Bakugou isn't nearly as bad which is why it's way easier to defend him canonically.

But Endeavor fans (most of which are male) know that he cannot be defended for some things. So they would rather pretend they didn't happen because the story doesn't outright say it. They're, to put it lightly, being willfully ignorant, sticking their heads in the sand to avoid the obvious.

But even disregarding all of that, these things wouldn't make him a bad character if the series actually properly addressed them. But literally heroes just don't give a fuck, some even praising Endeavor (looking at you Burnin). It's not like Bojack Horseman where everyone turned on him when his shit came to light.

Endeavor got off nearly scot-free. He's a bad character and Endeavor fans can die mad about it

[flightrising]

Credits

Bad, Strong. "Trogdor." Homestar Runner. https://homestarrunner.com Spotify. https://open.spotify.com/track/0BKff4ep1uCe50TMyzfqDO

Video description and information below the cut!

Dragon Information:

Trogdor Dragon: Male Coatl; Genes: Avocado Laced/Leaf Basic/Fire Firebreather; Apparel: Intense Attraction, Fire Aura

Peasant 1: Female Pearlcatcher; Genes: Copper Petals/Spruce Butterfly/Caramel Scales; Apparel: Poet’s Tam, Meadow Apron, Meadow Dried Tea, Budding Garden Trousers, Weary Focus

Peasant 2: Male Banescale; Genes: Pumpkin Cinder/Pink Blaze/Pumpkin Fans; Weary Focus overlaid in Photoshop

Video Description:

A video that opens with the text "Hey you might want to turn your volume down in" and a countdown of 3, 2, 1 happens, followed by the text "Here we go!" The video transitions to the chorus of the metal song "TROGDOR THE DRAGON" by Strong Bad. Trogdor is represented a green Coatl fire dragon with the Intense Attraction Marva eyes (a round eye with heavy eyebrow) and Flame Aura apparel. Trogdor is shown in a series of lush green scenes and villages throughout the video that slowly turn orange as Trogdor burninates everything, including two "peasants", a Fire element Pearlcatcher and a Fire element Banescale dragon who are shown to be very annoyed with Trogdor's antics. The final image is Trogdor burninating a cottage scene.

[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : his hand on his ankle (12)

one piece x male reader

i think we're like fire and water. 

i think we're like the wind and sea.

you're burnin' up

and i'm coolin' down 

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“oi, pervy cook, stop harassing women!” [name] shouted from across the market stalls, “look this guy has a good deal, give me the bag of beri nami gave you!!”

sanji’s eyebrow quirked up in annoyance, new angry tick marks spawning all over his forehead as well. due to [name]’s shouts, the two beautiful women in front of him ran off.

he didn’t pick up on the fact they just ran away from sanji as a person, not because of [name].

grumbling under his breath about skewering [name] alive, he walked over to the stall and looked at their selection of ingredients. pretty quickly, sanji got over his anger and began bargaining with the sales rep.

[name] looked around as sanji took care of collecting all the ingredients, sighing as he felt himself grow immensely hot at the island’s weather. he had already stripped off his shirt, now donning a pair of knee length shorts while his torso was exposed.

he should get some more breathable clothing soon because the looks the townspeople were giving him were obviously laced with disapproval.

“i really can’t take you anywhere, your manners are nonexistent,” sanji said, backtracking to how [name] yelled earlier.

“they weren’t gonna get with you anyway,” [name] teased, throwing an arm around sanji’s shoulder. sanji easily shrugged the heavy limb off, scowling as [name] got too up close and personal.

the two continued on shopping and as soon as things began piling up, [name] looked around in wonder, “where’s chopper?” he asked, mentally hoping that the chef kept an eye on their newest crewmate.

“ah, i thought he was with you?” sanji said mindlessly, browsing through more selections of clothing for nami and vivi.

“hm, he probably is fine- hey! sanji, don’t buy those clothes, that’s not appropriate attire for the desert, idiot,” [name] said, slapping sanji in the head to rid him of his sudden heart eyes.

the blonde was looking at a beautiful piece of clothing that was definitely not actually made for the desert heat. “get them something more…not flashy,”

“flashy is the best!” sanji cried out, making [name] slap him on the head once more.

“idiot!”

[name] took care of buying actual clothing for the women, and the men — since sanji definitely wouldn’t care about them enough to spend beri on them, and made sure he snagged the whole bag of beri away from sanji. he didn’t need the chef wasting any more money on useless things.

after what felt like hours of shopping, the two rejoined with their group that was in hiding.

“huh? where’s chopper?” nami asked, noticing their missing reindeer.

“well, we don’t know, but!!! before you hit me, he’ll be able to find us with that strong nose of his, if anything we just lost him in the crowd,” [name] said, not really putting nami at ease, but it did stop her from hitting him on the head.

sanji quickly threw food at zoro and usopp, who jumped at it to ravenously eat it since they were starving. then he politely handed the share to vivi and nami. lastly, he didn’t even think twice in throwing a skewer at [name] — who easily swallowed it in one second.

“at least savor it, [name],” vivi said, worried as she saw [name] spit out the wooden stick that went through the meat skewer without a care in the world.

“i did savor it, your country’s food is yummy, vivi,” [name] approved, a thumbs up given to the princess who could only hum in delight.

“and, nami-san and vivi-chan, please put on the gowns i bought you!” sanji said, once again love struck as he spun his way over to nami and vivi. at that cue, [name] rummaged through their newly bought goods and brought the actual clothes out.

he laid them out to zoro and usopp first, the two nodding quickly in thanks before going back to devouring their share of meat. and then he walked over to nami and vivi, giving them an apologetic smile.

“here's some more clothes if you want to change into this instead,” vivi didn’t seem to hesitate in grabbing the cloths. she saved him a thankful look, patting him on the head as well. nami kept sanji’s choice of clothing, telling [name] to put the other robes into the bag for safe keeping in case.

everyone changed into their new outfits, [name] gagging as he felt it become even more suffocating with the layers he put on. the moment he emerged from behind the wall where he was changing, they all stopped and stared at him.

“does it really look that bad? because i feel like shit right now,” he said, not thinking much of their stares.

and there was nothing to make of it anyway as they all erupted with their own comments.

“yeah, you fit the part of a bandit,” sanji insulted, taking a drag of his cigarette.

”don’t have such a pathetic look on your face, [name], it makes you seriously look miserable,” nami advised, sweatdropping as [name] dropped in front of them in exhaustion from the heat.

“you’re gonna eat shit in the desert, aren’t you?! haha!!” zoro laughed at [name]’s personal hell.

“come on, [name], get serious! you need to be in tip-top shape in order to protect us, this isn’t a joke!!!” usopp cried, shaking [name] back and forth by his collar.

meanwhile, [name] was slumped over right next to chopper as they were both suffering immensely from the heat.

“[name], are you going to be alright? you look really, really…” vivi trailed off, seeing the sweat that was practically soaking into [name]’s headpiece. “hot.”

“i’m terrible with hot weather! first we go to drum island, as fucking cold as it was, then we end up in the middle of the desert! i might as well jump into a boiling tub of hot water!” [name] shouted, kicking into the sand in frustration, “i can’t deal with this!”

“you’re awfully affected by the weather, just make sure you pack some water,” nami huffed, shrugging her shoulders, “or take off a couple of layers.”

[name] easily did as told, eager to get the suffocating clothes off of his person. he kept the headpiece on, tying the arms of the robe around his waist to leave his torso bare. he threw the sword over his person to rest on his back, breathing a sigh of relief.

with his muscular back and torso exposed, nami eyed him in interest. something had caught her eye on [name]’s back and she stopped him from moving around when she finally made out what it was.

”you have a tattoo, [name]?”

[name] turned around to look at his back, grinning when he saw the ink that permanently was etched into his skin.

“yeah, you like?”

it was a big tattoo, honestly. the crew was surprised they’d never seen it before. a pair of wings were running the expanse of [name]’s wide shoulders, going on until the ending tips of the wings were a little bit exposed to his deltoids.

“what’s it mean?” nami asked, gently trailing a finger over [name]’s inked skin, flinching back when she felt that the skin was slightly raised as well, “wait…what’s this?”

her hand flattened against [name]’s back, making sanji seethe where he stood, to get a better feel. [name] sighed in content feeling her cool palm cool him down, but then perked up at her actual question.

“what?”

“it’s like, you’ve got a map…of scars,” she breathed out, eyes widening in realization. just as she said, there were linear scars that were trailing over [name]’s back. she looked down and realized that they continued on until his hip, which was as far as her eye could see.

she abruptly turned him around, shock gracing her features as she saw that [name] was thoroughly scarred all over. the lines of his raised marks were very, very thin, and small. very precise work, it looked like.

but no doubt, it was there.

“how have we never seen?”

“well, they’re small, so it only really noticeable when you’re up close,”

in intrigue, usopp leaned in closer and was shocked to see that there really were marks all over [name]’s torso, “woah, they kind of look badass, how far do they go?”

“from my face, all the way down to my feet,” [name] said, shooting a look to chopper, as if a warning to not say anything. the reindeer dropped his head and obediently stayed quiet.

before nami could ask any more questions regarding the scarring, vivi abruptly asked about the tattoo on his back.

“so what is the significance of the tattoo?” she asked, feeling a sense of pressure put on [name] to explain the scarring that even made her uncomfortable. the marks themselves weren’t making her uncomfortable, but rather the incessant questions that [name] may not have wanted to answer.

nami and usopp probably didn’t mean for it to come off as invasive, but either way that was what it felt like, to vivi at least.

“to make me fly!” [name] childishly grinned. his smile was purely innocent, as if he truly believed he could. it was a smile that could easily mirror that of their captain. he looked so carefree as he referenced the large tattoo. and it was easy to miss the longing look in his eyes as he smiled, but a certain few picked up on it.

vivi smiled sadly at [name], sensing there was a deeper meaning to it than just that, but she left it alone. as did everyone else on the crew.

“sounds stupid, humans can’t fly idiot,” everyone besides zoro, as he was always eager to rile up [name]. and it worked as he knocked the swordsman on the head.

“but are you sure you want to walk around like that, [name]? the sun might get to you even more with your skin exposed,” vivi said worriedly, but [name] shot them down instantly.

“i’ll be fine,” [name] said, waving off the worries. “if anything, i’ll put the clothes back on if its really getting too much,”

“put them back on now, no one wants to see it,” sanji and zoro said in a monotonous voice, making another fight between the three of them break out. nami and usopp could only sigh at their antics, chopper watched on in admiration, and vivi couldn’t help but feel secure.

she had such strong people on her side.

well, she still had to ask them to assist her…she swallowed the lump in her throat, looking up with a fierce glint in her eyes.

“everyone, please, i want to save this country. and the journey is going to be treacherous, especially across the desert, there’s no saying what will happen. but, please!! if you could lend me your help, please!”

it was silent for a couple of seconds. nami was the one to break it with her mischievous giggle, “you finally said it! we were waiting for you, of course we’ll help you!”

[name] grinned along with her, throwing an arm around vivi’s shoulder, “you remember my promise, don’t you?” he asked, mindlessly leaning into her. she felt flustered at the close contact with the half naked [name] that her ears and cheeks started burning almost instantly.

sanji took care of her “problem” by kicking [name] down on the head. and with his foot still resting on top of [name]’s head, he grinned at vivi, trying to look charming, “of course, we will help you, vivi-chan! anything to help you my beautiful princess.”

“pervy cook,” [name] said in a strained voice in unison with zoro’s bored one.

“we gotta go through yuba first, right?” usopp checked, earning a hum of confirmation from [name] and nami.

chopper, despite feeling the heat most sensitively, was more than excited to see the vast desert.

everyone raised their marked arms into the air, ready to set themselves out for adventure. but then they all faltered as they realized they were missing someone…their captain.

“where the fuck is that idiot?!”

the only resolution they had to their missing captain issue was searching in the nearest town.

“i’m gonna go check the restaurant,” [name] said, his head held down. just as he was about to walk off, nami grabbed ahold of his ear.

“only to look for luffy!!! do not, i repeat do not!!!, go in there to eat for your own appetite. we have a whole country to save, [name]! don’t even think about getting distracted now!”

“i won’t, now let me go!” [name] whined, running in his spot as nami had a hold on his ear. when she finally let go, he mimicked a rocket taking off with how fast he made a beeline to the restaurant up ahead.

‘coffee!! meat!!! sorry, nami!!!’ he thought in his head as he ran into the restaurant. not waiting a second, he took a seat at the bar’s counter and got ready to be served.

“cup of coffee and three plates of meat, please!” [name] said, grinning from ear to ear at eating a proper meal. he had only eaten that one skewer sanji had secured for him, that piss blonde didn’t pity [name]’s endless stomach one bit!

“[name], we gotta stop meeting like this, it’s feeling a little bizarre,” a voice said from next to him.

[name] turned his head to the side, tears coming into his eyes as he recognized that grin from anywhere, “ace!!!”

he jumped out of his seat, completely tackling ace out from his seat. this landed them both on the floor. he peppered kisses all over ace’s face, whose cheeks dusted pink very quickly at the action, “my ace!!!”

“alright, alright, i get it,” ace said, holding onto [name]’s shoulders to push him back a little from his suffocating attitude. “i missed you too,”

[name] broke free from ace’s grip on his shoulder, leaning back down to press his forehead against ace’s, nudging the freckled nose with his own. even if he was already burning up from the climate outside, he couldn’t help but press himself further into ace’s warm chest.

“we saw each other a couple months ago, [name], get ahold of yourself!” ace said, tired of fighting against [name]’s need to be pressed against him. [name] was stubborn and didn’t let up his pushing at all.

“come on, ace, i never knew when i’d see you again!” [name] said, nuzzling into ace’s neck, a devious grin on his face, “i can be selfish on the affections,”

“i think you were plenty selfish last time we saw each other,” ace mumbled with red dusting his face.

the two got up, or rather, ace sat up and since [name] had all of his limbs wrapped around ace, he too came up with him. ace sat back down on the barstool, [name] sitting on his lap.

it was definitely a sight to see for everyone in the restaurant. [name] wasn’t some small guy, he was tall and imposing with his strong build. to see him so childishly (trying to) fit himself onto ace’s lap, who was significantly smaller than him, made the customers blink a couple of times to make sure they were seeing right.

��i can’t eat with you on me like this!”

“hm, i’ll just feed you,”

ace looked at him in annoyance, “that’s not my point, idiot,”

rolling his eyes, [name] propped himself up on the bar counter, off the side of ace so that the man could eat his food perfectly fine. [name] kept his legs resting in between ace’s, squeezing every now and then around ace’s thigh to keep the skinship.

“you’re oddly clingy,” ace grumbled, not flinching backwards when [name] pressed their faces close to one another again, “you act too young, man up a little,”

“i think we both know you wouldn’t prefer the cold shoulder, though,” [name] smirked, referencing the last time the duo had seen each other, ���weren’t you the one who almost started crying when-”

ace shoved a spoonful of rice into [name]’s mouth, “shut up.”

[name] happily ate the food and grinned in utmost pleasure, “say, ace, join luffy’s crew!”

“no.”

“you always were so heartless,” [name] sighed.

“i think it’s obvious why i can’t join,” ace said, scarfing down more food. one of his hands wrapped around [name]’s ankle, the one that wasn’t in between his legs, and he squeezed it gently.

[name] looked up at the action, ace’s firm and warm grip around his foot knocking him out of his daydream. he was greeted by a smirk from the freckled man, “why don’t you join the whitebeard pirates? they’re more in your league anyway,”

“nope,” [name] grinned, putting his fingers in front of his face to form an ‘x’ shape.

“see, that’s what i thought,” ace said, rubbing his thumb up and down [name]’s ankle as he spoke. neither of them paid the action no mind. ace did it to reassure himself [name] was really in front of him and [name] always welcomed skinship with ace, so he definitely didn’t mind.

“well-”

then ace’s grip on his ankle became loose and a loud slamming onto the table made everyone in the restaurant look their way.

“he died mid-chew!?” they cried out, looking at the ravenette who collapsed.

[name] sighed, taking ace’s hat off and placing it on his own head. he buried his hand in ace’s hair, happily taking more food off of his plate and eating to his heart’s content.

“he doesn’t even care!!!”

“eh? he’s not dead,” [name] simply said, looking at the crowd as if they were crazy, “how’d you guys come up with that conclusion?”

“he obviously looks dead, don’t play dumb!” the crowd shouted in unison once more.

suddenly, ace shot up again, looking dazed. wordlessly, he snatched his plate back up from [name] and continued eating.

“he didn’t die?!”

“i told you he didn’t!”

“ah, [name], my hat looks good on you,” ace said cheerfully, a stunning smile on his face.

“ew, ace, you’ve got food in your mouth still,” [name] grimaced, “also around your entire face, hold on,”

[name] grabbed a stray napkin and wiped ace’s face clean, the man presenting himself prettily to [name]. that made him laugh, gently tap his cheek at his obvious posing, and ruffle his hair.

“all clean.”

“you’re so reliable [name], that’s why you should join old man’s crew,” ace said, once again slipping an invitation into the conversation.

“nope!”

ace’s warm hand went back to resting on [name]’s ankle, continuing to finish plate after plate.

”you two are bold to be eating out in the open like that,” a voice said behind ace, making [name] look up in interest.

he saw a man with two thick cigars resting on the corner of his mouth, eye twitching at the sight. the man continued on, “second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace.” his eyes then trailed onto [name], looking even more angered, “and you, cursed orphan [name]. are you aware that your bounty had shot up?”

[name] sweatdropped, “but i didn’t even do anything,” he said in exasperation, nudging ace, “these guys hate me for no reason, i swear,” this made the freckled man burst out laughing.

“you’re a wanted man, a bounty of 250,000,000 million,” the man announced, making [name] pout, “that’s not even much higher,” and that was enough to send the entire place into an uproar.

“whitebeard pirates?! over 200 million bounty?!” they all shouted in fear and realization. these two men that were casually cuddling up with each other in the middle of the restaurant were fearless, deadly, and intimidating pirates.

“what are you two low lives doing in this country in the first place?”

as ace turned around, [name] leaned his entire body against ace’s, resting his chin on his shoulder. the two grinned devilishly, and the occupants in the restaurant genuinely did fear for their lives. the two answered easily, “i’m looking for my little brother / i’m here to kick some warlord’s ass,”

the marine, [name] assumed, flinched at their confessions, averting his eyes to [name], “you, what did you just say?”

[name] grinned proudly, twirling the ends of ace’s hair with his finger, “i’m gonna beat up some asshole,” he grinned, enjoying the confused look on the marine’s face and laughing in delight.

tension in the room seemed to only fill, almost at its brim.

“so? what do you want from me?” ace asked, biting back laughter as he felt [name] attach to his back as if he were a backpack. if [name] wasn’t sitting on the bar counter, ace would have had to uphold all the weight of him on his back. his legs were wrapped around his torso and his arms were lazily thrown over ace’s front.

[name]’s chin was resting on ace’s head, the orange hat still on top of his h/c hair.

the two looked so casual and comfortable, not to mention smug, for smoker’s liking.

“to capture the both of you quietly,”

“nope, i think i’ll pass. how about you, [name]?”

“i just said i have important business, marine man, i got places to be so no can do!”

“well, i figured,” he sighed, a puff of smoke trailing out of his mouth, “i’m busy trying to find another pirate at the moment. to be honest i have no interest in taking either of you in,”

[name] gave a thumbs up, “great, so leave us alone!”

”can’t,” the marine said in a strained voice, “so long as you’re a pirate and i’m a marine, i can’t let either of you out of my sights,” smoke began to erupt at a much faster pace, this time coming from his fist and [name] already knew that the man in front of him had some sort of devil fruit power.

“that sounded too much like a confession,” [name] hummed in disinterest, leaning into ace’s back even further.

“that’s a pretty bland reason,” ace said, hands turning into clenched fists, “don’t go threatening us, either. you should know - i like showing off in front of [name], so i won’t go easy on you,” ace leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow as he felt nothing but completely relaxed, “so let’s have some fun!”

[name] squinted, seeing past smoker and sensing something very, very, very rapidly approaching. unfortunately, his innate abilities weren’t even fast enough to dodge, so he only took a tight hold on ace, acting as the man’s human shield and braced for impact.

in a second, the front door of the restaurant welcomed a crashing figure — who was shouting about food. ace and smoker were knocked off of their feet, [name] as ace’s backpack, as the mystery person crashed into both of them.

[name] felt several walls break down behind him from the impact, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. he’d kill luffy for sure! moving the rubble surrounding them aside, [name] sat upright with a frown on his face.

“you alright, ace?”

“yeah, just pissed off, who the hell is causing all that trouble?”

”i think we both know the answer…” [name]’s voice trailed off as he stood up and began walking through the many holes his captain caused inside people’s homes and establishments.

as he walked ahead, he could only think of so many ways to make luffy understand he was dead meat.

as [name] and ace came to the restaurant, ace’s eyes widening as he realized who it was, they were about to rush forward, but were slapped down to the ground by the marine that was pestering them earlier.

“you’re fucking with me right now,” [name] cursed into the bricks he got a face full of, feeling nothing but annoyance seep into his bones. “i’ll kill the both of you bastards!”

“straw hat!!!” the marine called out, rushing forward and chasing luffy out of the restaurant.

in a second, luffy was running out of the place, followed by smoker, who was then followed by [name] and ace.

“wait, luffy! it’s me!!! wait up, luffy!!!” ace desperately shouted, running after luffy’s fast figure.

”luffy, come back here so i can kill your dumbass! i’ll send you flying!”

the chase happened for much longer than it needed, but eventually [name] caught up to his captain. and the first thing he did was sucker punch him. ace disconnected from him to stop smoker, who was very close to actually catching luffy.

when luffy finally got up from being punched, he looked up at the scene in wonder.

“ace?!”

“that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, idiot, idiot, idiot!!” [name] said, knocking some more sense into his captain, “we’ve been running after you like mad men, don’t you have ears to listen!?”

“[name], i was running from that guy there, give me a break!” luffy whined, holding onto his head in fear of getting hit once more.

“luffy, you really never change, do you?” ace asked, smirking at the sight of his little brother and the crew he acquired.

“ace, did you eat a devil fruit?! you have powers now?!” luffy asked in astonishment.

“yep, the mera-mera no mi,” ace easily answered, the smirk on his face not going away for even a second as he stared at the marines ahead, “anyways, we can’t chat like this! i’ll catch up! you guys run!”

that was enough for [name], as he still wanted to knock some sense into luffy, who dragged their captain by his ear and ran off.

”aren’t you a bit too ready to run away from a fight?!” usopp shouted, never seeing [name] so eager to get away.

“come on, don’t fall behind now!!” [name] shouted, smirking at the still crew, “ace’s got it all handled, let’s run now!!!”

“is he an acquaintance of yours, luffy?! [name]?!”

luffy laughed happily, looking back at his crew with that notoriously troublesome smile, “yeah!! he’s my brother!”

the crew would’ve stopped running in shock, but seeing as the marines were hot on their tail they had no other option but to continue rushing forward. the looks on their faces said it all though.

they thought that learning [name] and luffy grew up on the same island was shocking, it still was, honestly but just now finding out luffy had a brother? and the fact luffy and [name] were so casual on the fact, made their faces freeze in shock.

what else was their captain hiding?

[ miniature : BONUS ]

“why are you protecting those two, fire fist?” smoker snarled, watching as the entire strawhat crew got away from him.

“it’s normal for an older brother to worry about his bungling little brother,” ace smirked, the heat that was dancing on his skin becoming flames.

”your brother-? then you mean to say…” smoker’s voice trailed off, but before he could delve too deep into the new information, he demanded ace move once more.

“i’m afraid that’s a no can do,” ace said, the flames growing stronger with each passing second, “i did warn you though, i said i like to show off in front of [name]. so you understand where i’m coming from even more, right?”

“hardly,” smoker grunted, still not understanding how ace was related to both [name] and luffy.

“come on, you wouldn’t wanna put in some extra effort in impressing your lover?”

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[callmeoncette]

Hobie s chubby reader

I can just imagine him going crazy for someone with a fuss

Thickums

Hobie x black!chubby!reader

There’s some implied sex but like there’s no actual smut

I love a good chubby reader idc idc!!!! And I love the arach-kids and imma always love them!!! Those are my nieces and nephews fr y’all I just got cut out the movie😔

You stood next to your boyfriend and your honorary nephews and nieces as you got chewed out about something during a mission. You couldn’t care less about whatever Miguel was shouting about. You were burning up and your Spidey suit only made it feel worse. Like a wearable sauna.

Your mask was off and you started to fan yourself with your hand sighing loudly. Miguel cut his eyes at you making you return the attitude. He relented and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing he didn’t have the energy to argue with you, “dismissed…” he grumbled walking off as Lyla popped up to tell him something.

“Thank the lord! He see me sitting here burnin’ up and just keep talkin’ bout absolutely nothin’ like…” you tapped away on your watch. When the portal opened you turned to the others, “hey y’all wanna go swimming? My apartment complex has a pool but like nobody be out there cuz it’s full of old people.”

Margo, in person instead of her hologram, agreed quickly, “I love me a good pool, girl!” She said pressing buttons on her watch. The others also agreed excitedly. “I haven’t been swimming since I went with Gayatri.” He said in a love sick tone. Miles quirked a brow, “why’d you say that like it was forever ago it was just last week?”

You laughed, “just get changed and head to my dimension!” You say starting to step through.

Once through you quickly started pulling off your suit revealing your plush, chubby body. You let out a sigh of relief as you bend down to get the suit.

“Enjoying the show Bee?” You pop back up and turn to see him sprawled out on your bed. His eyes low as they study you with a familiar glint in them, “very much so.” His tongue running over his lip ring. You smirk and go to your drawer pulling out your swimsuit. You make your way to the bathroom and hear your bed quietly creak. Once inside you turn around and smirk up at the tall dark skin male leaning against the doorframe.

“Is there somethin’ you need sir?” Your arms crossed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. His head dipped and his lips brushed over yours as they traveled to your neck where he peppered kisses. He then went and kissed your jaw and then your cheek before eventually moving back to your lips. He pulled back his thumb pulling at your bottom lip as you looked up at him with excitement shining in your eyes. His hand gently went around your throat to hold you in place, “gimme lips, yeah?” he pressed your lips together. Your giggles and mewls bouncing off the wall as he closed the door.

———

You and Hobie had a certain glow after your shower. Both of you smiling without actually smiling.

You were dressed in a white bikini when Margo and Gwen came through bickering. Margo wore a violet and teal one piece with a cut out on the stomach. Gwen wore black and white swim shorts with a teal top.

“[name] doesn’t she look like a girl kisser? She keeps tryna deny it!”

“I never said I wasn’t a girl kisser I just said you kiss girls too!”

You snorted at them and went to record a few videos of yourself in the mirror looking good.

The boys came at the same time with Miles gracefully tripping as he came in when he saw Margo and Gwen who giggle. His red swim trunks had small anchors on them that were black and gold. Pavitr was very smooth with his entrance as he flipped hair and showed off his blue and gold trunks, “you guys like? They match with Gayatri.” His smile practically blinding.

“You two have matching swimsuits?” Gwen asked with a quirked brow.

His expression fell, “well no. She said it was too cheesy, even for her…” he then perked up, “but I bought them and that counts for something!”

You pouted at ‘your’ kids, “awww so sweet Pav! Now come along children. Come get in your favorite parent’s video so I’ll have memories!” You say opening Snapchat and starting to record you all in the mirror. As soon as you started you noticed your pudge stuck out a bit more than usual, “hmmm my fupa really fupa-ing today.”

Just then Hobie strolled into the room dress in patriotic trunks he stole and made his own with tears and safety pins here and there. He got in the video and looked in your reflection in the mirror. He licked at his lip ring and shrugged.

“Good pum pum deserve shelter.”

You could hear a pin drop as everyone stood frozen, except for the punk who went about getting a towel. The video then stopped recording and continued to replay what he said, taking up the silence.

Everyone stared wide eyed. You broke the silence first.

“Hello???”

He looked at you and shrugged, “did I lie?”

You sputtered and Pav started laughing in the back.

“Honestly you’re lucky I didn’ say tha first thing I thought.”

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok now that got me thinking. Endeavor stressed out with the #1 title asks Yagi over for some advice. A paparazzi snaps a photo and the next day a tabloid article goes viral.

"Former #1 hero now Endeavor's mistress!?"

And obviously everyone at UA is gonna tease Yagi and Shouto is gonna be mortified. (It's his dad and his future father in law for heaven's sake!) Endeavor doesn't even know about the article until Natsuo demands answers at dinner. Rei finds the entire situation hilarious.

Ha!

Honestly both of them are so used to the tabloids accusing them of sleeping with literally anyone they're seen with so they just. Ignore it.

Like part of the initial 'PR Team' nonsense is that Enji gives them too much free reign because he's tired of seeing tabloids accuse him of sleeping with his sidekicks that he just says 'fuck it, handle this yourselves, don't bother me with it!'. (which contributes to him somehow not knowing gay people exist because he never sees when he's 'shipped' with male sidekicks or even male Heroes like Hawks)

So yeah Enji just kinda shrugs it off and when asks he elaborates and Toya agrees that yeah he did get a bit of that during his initial Hero Era and don't worry Shoto you'll get it too and Fuyumi is low-key googling to see Mikro's tabloid results.

Then you get Burnin adding fuel to the fire by saying "Yeah the tabloids switch up every week on whether they think I'm your mistress or your secret affair child".

[deusvervewrites]

I don't really know a good set up for this but it would be awesome if, somehow, in Blaze of Glory the topic of what Endeavor would have hoped Touya would have turned out if he had gotten to grow up came up and he ended up saying it would have been nice if he ended up like Burnin. (Male pronouns used because the people talking would be using male pronouns)

I think she'd appreciate that

[gluri]

i know its popular for sebastian in s6 glee aus to just place him in karofskys place dating blaine but in my ideal glee season 6 universe he comes in post klaine marriage and specifically post dalton burning down. the situation here is that blaine observes that the warbler expats are not engaged with any of the lessons that theyre doing. so his idea is to take a page from the new directions book and invite warbler alumni. but the thing is. most and all the warblers are busy with their own very successful lives. except for maybe hunter who is probably in jail or dead. he goes through his contacts and calls every single other warbler he knows but somehow he cant get a hold of any of them. except for one. but no. he cant do that. what would kurt think? but for the sake of the club he unblocks sebastians number anyway. sebastian notices his number is unblocked because he is just weird and disturbing like that. so in return, S shoots B a text saying he's in town and heard about the fire. B leaves S on delivered.

anyways at this point in this hypothetical glee episode one of the gay looking warblers has an outburst in the club room and then like 2/3rds of the warblers threaten to leave. rachel kurt and schue all agree that an intervention is needed for the new dewarblers. blaine tells them the whole deal with Operation W and they all get into an argument. "why in gods name would we invite someone who resorted to blackmail and assault to be a guest for glee club! that's antithetical to EVERYTHING we stand for" "well..... maybe he's changed 🥺" "its not like we have any more options. and we need the warblers" (LOL). eventually they agree and blaine contacts sebastian again.

Its boyband week (<- which im actually surprised they never did..?). Sebastian does the Jonas Brother's "Burnin' Up" showing off that classic Head Warbler Stage Presence™️. Stand O from the warblers. Jane scoffs and says this lesson is stupid because coddling the warbler's fragile male egos should be low on ND's priority list (she's right). Kitty alludes to the steroid plotline from season 4. Spencer is starstruck because he's never met a gay man more homophobic than him. General consensus among ND's coaching team is "well it couldve gone worse." okay thats all i have i ran out of ideas

[jedzeb]

Why "Dance the Night" by Dua Lipa is the perfect song for The Barbie Movie

Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" is the ideal piece for 2023's highest grossing movie: Barbie. Being a mezzo-soprano with upbeat and high energy songs, Dua Lipa is a pleasure to listen to. Moreover, she has a voice that is on the side of being sultry or dark. This attractive voice and the "hot girl pop" style of her songs is what has made her so popular.

In terms of The Barbie Movie (for the sake of clarification, I will refer to the movie this way, and the character as just Barbie), Dua Lipa as a musical artist portrays the character "Barbie" to near perfection. But first, a little about The Barbie Movie must be known to understand this. The run-down of The Barbie Movie can be simplified into two parts. The first part is that our society is run by men, creating what many agree to be an unfair environment for women. In today's culture, women are empowered in various ways. One of these ways is with independence from a man. This is precisely what Barbie Land is about; a society where women are the ones on top, with men existing only for the sake of women. Finally, this is where Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" comes in.

Throughout the duration of the song, we can see the conflict of this perception of being perfect vs. how life really is. While Stephanie Long makes good points with this example, I believe there is more to be said about its reflection on the movie as a whole than something as cliche as "nothing is perfect". Of course, there is still much to say on this idea. This idea being that women have to be perfect in order to enable themselves to be above men in this male-ruled society. Possibly the thing I hate the most about our generation is how SPLIT we are. Everyone has different political views, but I can't go a day on the internet without seeing men saying they are better than women and vice versa. Mainly, this seems to stem from women being provoked by these toxic men, but still it feels like modern politics is a fight to the top between genders. To me, most who partakes in this are silly and usually spouting nonsense(especially from the side of toxic men, but there is silliness everywhere).

How does this all relate to Barbie? Well, the idea of Barbie is to be the perfect woman. Not needing a man in your life and living your best is what it means to be "Barbie". While empowering women is a phenomenal thing, this creates a new sort of pressure point on women today: they have to be independent, have a good body, mentally strong, etc. I am male, but from any woman I have talked to about this, they would all agree this is the point of pressure they feel in society today.

There are more than a few lines in Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" that portray this very pressure.

"My heart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face

...

I'll still keep the party runnin', not one hair out of place

Lately, I've been moving close to the edge

Still be lookin' my best

I stay on the beat, you can count on me

I ain't missin' no steps"

Striving to be the best you can be is something highly encouraged in society today, on the side of both men and women alike. In this case, there is one very noticeable aspect of these lyrics: she comes off as POWERFUL. There are no obvious hints of weakness or a cry for help either in her voice or the lyrics themselves.

You may not remember, but earlier on I stated there were two parts of The Barbie Movie. Well it is finally time for the second part: the perfect world of Barbie Land is not perfect. This world where all the women are independent, powerful, and doing what they like is not the ideal land it is supposed to be. On one hand, the Kens(the men/Barbie's boyfriend) are all solely living for the sake of Barbie. This is an extreme flip on how gender roles are in the real world. Obviously this is problematic because once again, an entire gender is being treated unfairly. Furthermore, this act of perfection can't go on forever. "Dance the Night" abruptly ends in The Barbie Movie when Barbie says "do you guys ever think about dying?". At a single display of outwards weakness, Barbie's entire life started going to shit. This is precisely why the concept of "Barbie" is so unrealistic; life is all about making mistakes and learning from them. No person has ever lived their entire life without making a mistake or feeling something negative. Not only that but The Barbie Movie itself clearly shows how self-destructive the divide of men and women is to society. Nobody should be silenced, nobody should be treated unfairly or have to live a life below someone simply due to the gender they were born as, and nobody should be forced to live by the unrealistic standards of society.

The Barbie Movie should really touch anyone who watches it, men and women alike. That fact plays well into the entire purpose of the movie, which is that everyone can relate to one thing, be it from different perspectives or for differing reasons. "Dance the Night" did the movie's purpose justice, and between the instrumental and Dua Lipa's voice, it will be a song to remember for a long time.

[epickiya722]

Why is none talking about the woman in mha and what they did for the final arc? Like HUH, the fans are so caught up on the possibilitie of Horikoshi going a way on the manga that is HIS story, that you are ignoring the amazing story Uraraka went through, multiple woman help in the war, and multiple woman who have died in the story.

Shoot, right now I'm on watch for the status of Miruko! Mt. Lady, Burnin, Ryukyu, La Brava, Camie, the A & B girls, Nejire, Yuyu, Hatsume! THE NEWS CREW! Those ladies risk themselves to report on what the Heroes are doing! CATHLEEN BATE AKA STAR AND STRIPE KICKED IT OFF FOR THEM!!

Like, don't get me wrong, I love the male characters, too. Y'all know Izuku is my favorite. (Tied with you know who.)

But the ladies? I need their awards handed to them today!

I'm anticipating for the next chapter because I want to see more of how Ochako is feeling.

I know some people are like "Horikoshi can't write women", but let's not act as if all the male characters have full backstories and great writing while the female ones don't.

At this point, I feel like sometimes it is just on some of the fandom not wanting to see the female characters as characters and what they're worth. If y'all can come up with headcanons for background male character #72, you care at least a little for someone like Ryukyu.

Like, did people forget that Ochako had an already established character before her "crush" on Izuku was even brought up?

Knowing there are "fans" who read 428 and immediately jumped to housewife Ochako turns my stomach.

Horikoshi ain't never said she wants kids. He wrote her as someone who just happens to be a girl who wants to be a hero because she has a good heart. That's why she's clutching her stomach while thinking about Himiko! She's human, she has feelings.

[therealmofamorus]

Prompt

Original Male Crossover Stud Fusion: Celebrity: Actors + Agents AU

Shouto is the agent of famous actress Ren. They are very close to the point that many think that they are together... of course Ren denies it since she is a professional and she teases everyone . However when a new up and rising actress in Moe comes to seduce Shouto in being her agent and more... how does she take it?

(Flirting) (Seducing)

Shoto Todoroki is the agent of the famous actress/stuntwoman/internet personality Ren Amamiya known by her statge name "Joker" and leader of the worldwide group "Phantom Thieves". He had been her agent as long he could remember, faithful and dutiful to her and helping her build her empire from the ground up with nothing but their sheer determination, charisma and cunning in the cutthroat celebrity culture.

He wasn't just her agent but her best friend and confidant to her deepest secrets. However, it didn't stop people from assuming they are more than friends to the ire of Ren who kept on telling people they are agent/celebrity/close friends and there is no romance or sexual action going on.

She wanted to keep it professional...

"Ready to feel the burn, Mr.Todoroki~" A flirty voice echoed across the room where she was at. Ren narrowed her eyes as she stare at the new up and rising actress Moe Kamiji better known as "Burnin' was flirting with the stoic agent who was staring at her with a blank look on his handsome but scarred face.

"No."

"Ah~ Don't be such a cute tease to me~"

Clenching her fist, Ren was going to talk to the young star about professionalism.

[laurelslegacy]

More rough draft on Clarazeb and Kallus, male or female Zeb is a troll

—-

Kallus gave a snort “the environment is far more dangerous than Yavin 4. Indeed there are only a few predators but the exsposure to the elements; speaking of, are your feet alright?”

“Yeah, thick skin keeps the toes from burnin on sand and likewise freezing on the snow.” She paused and lifted her nose sniffing “ya said predators… like what kinda predators?”

“They’re called Wampas, large white semi intelligent. They do appear to travel alone but have been know to live in family groups. The main source of food are tan-tans, which havebeen easily domesticated and ridden in the past as quite a few vehicles have the ability to travel properly on the planet’s surface.”

“Karabast yer a walking holonet of information arn’t ya” she tapped the floor with her unlit staff, then hit the wall, ears turning and rotating as she listened.

The sigh was exasperated “it was in the mission report I handed you once we were on the Glimmer, I *assumed* you had read it!” Ire was as icy as the cavern about them.

“Got you, why’d I read it?” She put a hand on the wall tapping her claws on the ice wall slowly moving her taps across it listening. At a second indignant sound Zeb smirked over at Kallus “I’m just the brawn, remember?” She gave two long wide swipes of her claws before slamming her first into the wall the ice only splintering in spiderweb like patterns “Karabast, that wasn’t as impressive as i’d’ve liked.”

“Ha, not as impressive as you think Rebel.”

Zeb shot him a slicing glance and with a growl and slight fang she gave one heavy punch to wall allowing the wall to crumble, large enough for her to duck through.

“Zeb wait!” He could see how dark it was on the other side of the wall trying to scramble for a light as he dashed to the maw of the hole she created seeing the edge slide off into black oblivion “CLARAZEB!”

[deanjohn]

♡ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 (𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨𝟑) 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

1. praise you like i should

rating: E / word count: 2k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: John discovers that Dean has a praise kink.

Tags: established relationship, stanford era, praise kink, daddy kink, bottom dean, top john, aftercare

2. burnin’ for you

rating: M / word count: 1k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: Dean wants John to burn him with a cigarette while they’re in bed.

Tags: established relationship, stanford era, pain kink, pillow talk

3. hold me just like the morning paper

rating: E / word count: 6k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: Dean falls into a depression after Sam leaves. John finds a way to help him and it goes farther than he expects it to.

Tags: stanford era, case fic, getting together, first time, touch-starved, cuddling, oral sex, developing relationship, mutual pining, sharing a bed, huddling for warmth

4. choking on flowers

rating: E / word count: 7.5k / chapters: 2/2

Summary: John decides that Dean and him deserve a bit of a break from hunting after getting together. He reserves them 3 nights at a honeymoon motel.

Tags: established relationship, stanford era, marathon sex, pillow talk, choking, daddy kink, spanking, rimming, aftercare, breathplay, top john, bottom dean

5. in framing

rating: T / word count: 4.9k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: Dean's an adult now and thinks he can get away with sneaking out for a night. He's wrong.

Tags: child abuse, child neglect, physical abuse, pre-canon, pre-relationship, alcohol abuse, unresolved sexual tension, unhealthy coping mechanisms, character study

6. his

rating: E / word count: 4.6k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: “You grow up hearing the phrase daddy’s girl lobbied in your direction. Daddy’s, that part you can agree with. Yes, I’m his, you think to yourself. That part feels true.

Girl, that part not so much.”

Tags: pre-canon, trans male dean, transitioning, domestic, unplanned pregnancy, abortion, getting together, first kiss, first time, dead dove: do not eat, hurt/comfort, bittersweet ending, character study

7. made your bed, now lie in it

rating: M / word count: 3k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: John comes home from a hunt to find Dean sleeping in his bed. He can't help but join him.

Tags: pre-canon, mutual pining, sharing a bed, first kiss, hurt/comfort, tenderness, pillow talk, pre-relationship

8. catch you

rating: E / word count: 5k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: "He swallows hard before he says, “I want you to fuck me. Would you wanna do that?”

His heart is beating so hard he hardly hears himself over the sound as he replies, “Yeah, yes. Can I right now?” There’s the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, his mouth is dry in anticipation. It’s not a desire that he’s had before, not even a thought spared for it, but now he can’t think of anything he wants more. He visualizes his father laying out, ready for him, and he’s hard already."

Tags: established relationship, stanford era, bottom john, top dean, praise kink, cock worship, face-fucking, hair pulling, rimming, comeplay, tenderness, daddy kink

9. where the evening splits in half

rating: E / word count: 4.9k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: “Sam says, "I know how you felt about the man."

No, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t know that Dad was a pig. He has no idea how far down Dean was in the mud with him. How dirty they both were, how much Dad ruined him.

Sam doesn’t know how he hated him almost as much as he loved him, how he wanted him close always and yet wanted him to get the hell away from him at the same time. How disgusting their father was, how he was everything, how he longed for him and still does. How there is a secret part of him that is relieved he’s dead. How he would bring him back to life if he could and kiss him until his beard burned his skin, how he misses that familiar sting.”

Tags: episode: s02e02 everybody loves a clown, grief/mourning, childhood sexual abuse, dead dove: do not eat, character study

10. let’s pretend this song won’t end

rating: m / word count: 6.5k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: Dean asks John to teach him how to slow dance for Prom.

Tags: slow dancing, unresolved sexual tension, feelings realization, affection, first kiss, getting together

11. working for the knife

rating: e / word count: 5.3k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: After rescuing John from a hunt gone wrong, Dean can’t stop thinking about how he looked tied up.

Tags: stanford era, established relationship, rope bondage, knife play, consensual kink, submissive john winchester, oral sex

12. visitation

rating: e / words: 3.3k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: John surprises Sam with a visit at Stanford.

Tags: stanford era, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, implied/referenced child abuse, cheating (sorry jess), hurt/comfort, rough kissing, oral sex

13. pretty in pink

rating: e / words: 1.8k / chapters: 1/1

Summary: John sighs when he reaches him. “Look at you.” He reaches out and hooks a finger in the apron string where it's tight against his side. “My perfect little wife.”

Dean sucks in a sharp breath and John pulls him closer, loosening the apron enough so that he gets a peek at what’s underneath. He groans and kisses him, mumbles into his mouth, “Jesus. You kill me, baby.”

Wife. The word is the echo of a church bell in his mind, a dull and encompassing sound. He’s felt like one to him for as long as he can remember but it’s never been said. He thinks yes, I’m your wife. I am, I am, I am.

Tags: domestic, panty kink, breeding kink, rough sex, established relationship, stanford era