#and were being a hateful ass about a perfectly reasonable boundary

[eydi-andrius]

Can you keep it up? [Miguel O'Hara x Reader]

cw/tw: flirty reader, bashful and irate Miguel, reader doesn't know boundaries, other spiderman/woman used to it and she's 100% supported by them, Lyla being her supportive AI ;)))), Unedited. Written on mobile. I just wanted to write this out of my system.

summary: Just you flirting your way to Miguel's pants' attention.

a/n: very self-serve fic. i understand if some lines would be cringey but that wasn't the point. the point is for Miguel to notice you or idk be tired of your antics. getting his attention is a win-win whether it was positive or negative. 😆

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Does he know he's so hot when he walks that way?

You pouted as you watched Miguel walk towards Miles. Sitting leisurely on your makeshift web hammock, you watched how his firm muscle moves on his tracksuit and how it fits him perfectly. The tight leather wrapped his tempting body so beautifully and deliciously. His hips so small for a burly man, which you liked.

And please, don't get started with those sinful huge chests of his. It's so full, that you know if he cuddles you, he will swallow you whole. Not that you mind though.

For you, he is the perfect definition of tall, dark and handsome.

The only thing that was a turn off about him was his irate attitude. Yet, it's all right, you like your men with a bit of a challenge.

You know you should focus on whatever the reason why you were called by Lyla. Miguel never calls for you unless he is in a pinch. In fact, he called for everyone so it must have been an emergency. You kinda envy Lyla because she probably asked Miguel to say the word, "please" and teased him for it when he did admit he needed help. Maybe you should ask if she recorded it?

Well, the most important thing was, you're finally close to him again! It has been a while since you were allowed to be near him. When was it? Who cares really. He’s hotter now though. The temptation to climb him is back again. Well, the idea never left you in the first place.

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“You are staring way too much, girl." A static voice suddenly appeared near your left ear and you couldn't help the sigh of longing you have been holding out for quite some time.

"I know right? I'll do everything just to touch it. But we both know he will throw me away if I do something drastic again. Just like last time." You blinked and pouted as you watched how the fat muscle of his ass moved so hypnotizingly.

"Yeah true. I still wonder how you liked the guy though. His attitude is way less charming now compared to before." You two sighed in agreement.

"'Can you two, please stop talking about my behind when I'm literally just in front of the two of you?" He grumbled in annoyance as he showed his fangs in your direction.

"Can you say "Please" one more time, honey?" You gave him your best spidey puppy eyes. If he’s trying to intimidate you, well, it is working. Obviously, not the way he intended to.

All he replied was a disgusted, frustrated groan and marched away while dragging Pavitr. Probably to talk somewhere you can't look freely on his package.

How selfish, Mr. O’Hara.

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You wonder if Miguel will agree to princess carry you if you pay him a hundred bucks? Paying more is an option too. You’re not that stingy.

Maybe you should try asking him about it. Later? Tonight? Or probably after the mission?

Little did you know, Miguel has been calling your name while you were inside your head thinking of many ways you can make Miguel agree with your requests.

Your brows furrowed, eyes looking from afar. The spiderman with fangs can’t help but facepalm.

He can’t help but think that maybe it was wrong of him to request your assistance for this mission.

However, even though you were weird. And way into him, especially, his back and his ass. You worked way better than the other spiderman and spiderwoman. He used to hate you for being lazy and way too lax.

Yet, your method of working is 100% effective and easier than how he does his stuffs.

He has no choice but to do it.

He walked towards you until he was standing in front, less inches than he usually allows you to. He coughed to get your attention one last time, but you were way preoccupied and busy with whatever was inside your head.

He breathed in and with full strength held your shoulders and shook you. A normal person would probably die. However, doing it this way was the only effective way he knew to wake you up from your fantasies.

You screamed in terror and he was obligated to stop when you punched his hands holding your shoulder.

He was worried that he might have overdone it and he scared you. He just needed your attention and not scared you to death.

But little did he know that you screamed not because of terror but of surprise.

Miguel is in mere inches in front of you, holding your shoulders. You can practically smell his rich smell.

You are such a lucky girl.

Maybe he shook you way too hard but the only word you blurted out after a pregnant pause was……

“You are so fucking hot.” You uttered without blinking.

The collective of spider people sighed in relief. They were also worried that Miguel had made you stupid after that shake but you seem back to normal and functioning quite well.

“Gwen, you’ll go with me.” He grumbled and jumped without further ado.

Gwen was confused for a second but followed suit.

“Hey wait! Did you ask me to go with you!? HEY!” You followed closely behind them but failed when the entrance closed just after they jumped.

“Oh girlie, sometimes you gotta get out of your head when the prize is literally mere inches of you.”

Jessica shook her head and said those words with a grin. You were left flabbergasted when you realized you soiled your chance to work closely with Miguel because you daydream way too much.

[kakushigotofanclub]

Saneoba friends with sfw benefits fic still real but I come home from work every day completely drained of all energy (in a good way, but still) and I don’t foresee myself finishing this fic for quite a while. Which is why I’m cheating and posting another piece from it~

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Despite the chill from the cold still seeping into his bones, his face felt like it was on fire. He stared straight ahead over Obanai’s head to the opposite cave wall. God, this was humiliating. Would they ever be able to look each other in the eye again after tonight? What if Obanai hated him now?

…So? So what if Obanai hated him? Why would he even care about that? Sanemi liked Obanai because he was a good demon slayer; that was all. There was nothing personal about the way he regarded him. They were co-workers. And they were both freezing their asses off, and sharing body heat was a perfectly reasonable thing to do right now. It didn’t mean anything. They were just trying to stay warm.

Even though he tried to assure himself, Sanemi’s thoughts were racing. What if this ruined his relationship with Obanai forever? Was he really going to lose his only friend for the sake of being a little less uncomfortable for one night? Sanemi tried to tell himself this didn’t matter. He needed to stay warm, because if he got hypothermia he would be useless. He was only using Obanai to stay warm. That’s all this was. There was nothing intimate about this situation at all.

But it sure felt intimate. It felt uncomfortably intimate. It felt like a level of intimacy Sanemi didn’t think he would ever experience again in his life. It was like the nights when he was a kid, when he and his siblings would sleep like this when it was cold.

But now, compared to the years he’d gone without exchanging displays of affection with another person, that warm, fuzzy feeling he remembered just felt hot and uncomfortable, sitting in his chest and the pit of his stomach, as if it were pretending to be dread. It was like eating something with such an excessive amount of sugar it made him nauseous.

Even so, Sanemi shakily and hesitantly wrapped an arm around Obanai.

Obanai immediately stiffened up with a nearly inaudible gasp.

Sanemi kept his arm tense, like he hadn’t decided whether he was going to leave it there.

For a moment neither of them moved. They just stayed there frozen in place, barely even breathing. Was this…okay? Was this crossing a boundary?

Then, finally, Obanai exhaled slowly, and relaxed in Sanemi’s hold.

…Okay. This was…okay. It was fine.

[slowthunders]

i will stand for myself and deffend my integrity perfectly fine as i have no absolute silly bitch to be afraid of and i have the godamn right to get this off my chest.

i have a life to live, a job to keep, an adulthood to survive and real serious things to focus on. which why this is the only post addressing my position on this mortifying incident that i got dragged on by bambi. these levels of slander i was placed on are beyond disgusting, i will no longer tolerate such false dirt.

i will break down my side little by little, with pears and apples. as many of y'all have shown your evident illiteracy.

tw: mentions of fatphobia, death wishes and transphobia

1. masha and applewillowstone

how foolish is to somehow revisit the deal with said person in which i previously addressed, it can be found here for what its worth. i never denied the toxicity or her and apple's actions, i gave masha the benefit of doubt back then and that was part of my mistakes, i still admit with transparency.

this prompted me to re-value who i was supporting, reflect through it, eventually chose to do the right thing by unfriending her, get critical of her transphobia her hostility and privately apologize to whoever i needed to.

bambi, you're getting your 180 wackadoo claims out of nowhere with the purpose of making me look like this shady form, it ain't working.

yes, there were moments i was catty and problematic in my conversations with masha, many of that is dumb shit i am not proud of which i grew up from ever since i cut ties from masha, except what i admitted directly to you. suck it up.

it is wild that for my involvement, which really wasn't as horrific compared to the abusive thing these individuals did, makes people believe i deserve to receive fatphobia, being called a whore, being falsely acused of transphobia and even be told to fucking kill myself through anonymous hate. y'all are taking your unconformity with the wrong bitch.

i refuse to go on an apology tour to the whole community as i did not get involved in the serious trauma infliction that these individuals were exposed for. i refuse to be punished for things i did not commit.

my job with this dead horse was already finished and even after that, some of y'all chose to still think whatever fugazzi ass rumour about me story your tiny little brains decide to stick with then fine, stick with that imaginary idea of me. life goes on.

for the ones up to question me and have doubts on this situation like the civil grown human beings with zero hateration you are: great! i'll be more than glad to answer as i technically have nothing to hide and lose. my DMs are always open.

i no longer know what else to do to prove i worked with this deal with what i had and i did the correct things at the end. i no longer care. flip the page and stop lying on this right here, bambi.

2. the "bullying" acussations

it has come to my attention how now valid open criticism equals bullying. what an interesting case to study...

bambi, i'm still trying to figure out how the hell, you were told by ivy that he can't fuck with your friend for valid reasons politely, then you chosing to try making ivy feel like shit for asking you to respect boundaries and rather than being quiet, mind your own business and be a grown woman about it you CHOSE to be rude to ivy, fight him which rightfully prompted him to block you, still you decide to cherry pick the pieces for your own gain to paint yourself as the victim once freaking again for pity points, yet seeing how literally no one except the cult of enablers that you are part of, disagreed with you with solid facts...

tell me how did you think this will be a terrific idea and allow you to get away with shit without proper backlash?

criticism ≠ bullying

you fucked up and got yourself canceled. stop twisting the deal arround me and my choice to stand and support ivy. this is nobody's fault but yours.

3. the reason why i blocked you

is simple: you constantly brag out loud in pompous ways how you swear to be an innocent love and light little birdie full of rainbows and sunshines and cupcakes yet your actions demonstrate the whole rancid opposite.

i started to look through your shit long time ago. you are the epitome of wolf in sheep's clothing, you pretend to be something you definitely are not online, you love stirring pots but once it all backfires on you with valid disagreements, you run behind your 'but i hate discourse!!' shield.

i'm not the only person who has noticed it. this particular pathern is not normal.

the sky is blue i did not make the rules.

i am erratic, problematic, argumentative, mean ill-tempered and raw which 93% of it is thanks to my ptsd and autism spectrum, sure. but i'm not around claiming i'm a good person. that right there bambi, is the big difference between me and you.

now if you and your little bunch of cult weirdos excuse me, i'd like every single of you bitches to leave me the fuck alone, stop putting words that my devices did not touch and rub some grass. bambi, quit twisting the scenario to surround me. admit you did whole wrong and apologize to ivy, as your actions messed him over and prompted him to close HGC.

you assholes, you childish turds, specially Y'ALL, bitch about antis on billy hargrove tumblr but y'all are doing the whole different agenda of textbook rancid that only feeds our already fucked up reputation. congratulations, your nonsense division is also actively giving us all a bad name.

bambi, put yourself together and get the fuck off my dick.

[zalrb]

Me and your anons may be synced or something because I’m also currently watching SATC (not for the first time though). When I was younger I used to think that you were a little harsh on Carrie and she’s just a good example of anti-heroine, but no, I actually hate her desperate ass. Over thirty and chasing a man that repeatedly showed that he’s not seriously invested in your relationship. And it’s not even that he contacts her, she can’t say no to him because muh sexual chemistry and then his 'emotional unavailability' comes into play – no, she’s the one who always reaches out to him, after their first breakup, after their second breakup and meeting him and Natasha in the Hamptons, after he tells her he’s engaged and she does this goofy The Way We Were rendition. And she has no reason to do any of this other than being a dimwit, Big is perfectly fine without her. The only time he actively pursues her is when he’s married and she’s in a relationship, so he can break the boundary and use her as his side chick for sex (and obviously she happily complies). Like, how pathetic are you?

Btw, Reddit as usual proves itself to be a mine of immaculate takes. The recent one is that Aidan was actually the worst and an abuser (not an exaggeration, they really use this word) because he slapped the nicotine patch on her arm once (which is, obviously, the prologue to several domestic violence) and was passive-agressive… somehow. No nuance, no context needed. Really takes you back to glory days of Damon stans delusion.

Ah man, I wish I was doing my rewatch now instead of having done it in May, haha.

I just can't respect Carrie as a character even outside of Big. Cancelling a meeting with your editor to help a guy pick out a shirt? Girl..

But exactly about Carrie so when she freaks out at Miranda when she tells her she turns into a whiny and pathetic victim every time she's around Big I was like Carrie, you pretended to have a pitch for a children's book just so you could meet his ex wife and then you subsequently stalk Natasha. LOOK AT YOURSELF.

[leninova1997]

Please, dont listen to this post, its actually utter garbage (holy shit, what an absolute joke). “Art” doesnt start when characters stopped talking or end when the exposition pours in or something. Art itself exists as A WHOLE, where parts have their own qualities, reasonable perfections and flaws (not every word, following or change can be considered the same, but the level of closeness is always important + objectivity). Also, some people are better at writing dialogs, some people are for details etc.. People have the absolute right to create in any ways they wish to since its after all literature, there are NO ACTUAL BOUNDARIES TO FOLLOW FROM RULE TO RULE to word to word. You wanna have a dialog full story? Alright, go for it. Wanna have a novel where nobody talks and only action matters? Sure, why not. Would you like to have both? OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE IT!

Actually, it is very snobbish (and “posing”) to state, its only the certain type of writing that matters all the time and nothing else. No, this is absolutely wrong! This not only shows, he doesnt really read many books or even if he does, cannot get his own head out of his ass (or both to be fair). I have consumed many books that contained a lot of dialog, yet the story was fantastic. The current “victim” i have on my self is Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. Its not only an amazingly written masterpiece but has one of the best dialogs i have seen by an american author. So by this logic, it means, Catch 22 sucks and should be burnt to cinder? Or i could bring up one of my favorites, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. People talk in it, like a lot, but never seemed like it screwed up the actual story, the pacing or the worldbuilding. Should it be thrown out to the garbage with this logic? Because somebody doesnt have the actual capacity to understand basic properties such as liberty,choice and creativity? 

Speaking of lack of dialog, i have read many books that contained only a few conversations yet couldnt amaze me or genuinely made me hate it (and my life). Régimódi történet (dunno how to translate: maybe, “Old tale?”, LOL) is a Hungarian novel that truly stands out to me to this day. It was such a pretentious, pathetic attempt through 400 pages to have the author (Magda Szabó) hyper herself up for being born in “such an amazing and influential family” in the city of Debrecen (its the city i was born too) and how i should blow my mind over it and herself too. Nobody actually spoke a word in it in a classical manner, yet every sentence was frustrating to get through. It was truly terrible, and i still cannot stand Magda Szabó’s style to this day. 

Other book that wasnt really shinning during the dialogs (and in numbers) yet happened to be even worse between those was the Handmaid’s tale by a technophobe feminist. I read it in original, it was truly awful. The characters were papercuts, the story was boring, the “worldbuilding” was once of the most laughable attempts i have ever seen in sci-fi (if i can even call it one) and the writing was extremely generic. Its one of those cases when hype overtakes everything and everyone. It made me wish many times, i got dialogs to read instead of...everything else....so i could finish it much sooner (or get something “entertaining” for a brief moment but that was too much to ask for). Please dont read it, its a waste of time.

So, the conclusion is: it doesnt matter which way you would like to write, how many dialogs it has or lacks, what things you explain pages after pages or dont. Its the talent and passion that matters at the end. Please, again, dont listen to these passive-agressive “expert” wannabe lowlife nobodies who clearly dont know anything about actual literature and art. They shouldnt have a word in these at all. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScyTKNuyVsw

If it makes you comfortable to write more dialog, sure, do it, its perfectly fine! 💗 Nobody will judge you because of it or determine the overall quality of the writing. Dialog is a simple tool to express your feelings and imaginations. Not some kind of “lazy attempt” to “cut corners”. This is such a pathetic point of view. Yes, there are writers who prefer to use less dialogs (like me), but that doesnt mean it will automatically boost up the value of the creation. 

I hope this simple essay can help a bit, haha

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

Hey, sorry to bother

I just saw you reblogged a post from prismatic bell

I just needed to ask if you agree with them about the things they've said about addicts and the way they threatened to dox someone

I know that following someone doesn't mean you agree with everything they say or do so I felt I needed to ask

I just found their actions really unacceptable and genuinely upsetting and wanted to know if you agreed with that

OK so I'm taking this at face value in good faith. So I'm assuming you're asking to try to clear stuff up.

So! p-b doesn't have anything against addicts. What they were posting about was how fast food workers don't owe addicts access to their restrooms, which I agree with. Addicts shooting up in restrooms of fast food places put the employees at risk, from bodily fluids, needles, and potentially aggressive addicts in the main lobby areas.

As far as "hey you openly post that you're part of a small community, and say you work with vulnerable ppl in that small community, do you REALLY want to abuse me in public on an account that is traceable back to you while you make me feel very concerned about the vulnerable community you say you work with?" I... I don't think pointing out "hey, you publically state that you are part of a small community and want to work with vulnerable ppl, and if you want to be attacking me publically on an account connected to those facts, maybe you should be aware of how you could be impacting your potential career?" is "doxxing"

Like. All the information in question is EASILY available, in public, from that person's account. Now, would I make that call myself? probably not. Do I feel like it's inappropriate to say "I kind of feel like I might need to, as a responsible person", to someone who has provided this personal information publicly and is actively being shitty in publicaly? No, I don't. I understand if you disagree, but because it is explicitly NOT DOXXING I don't think you can really... judge it on "is doxxing okay" standards. No one is doxxing anyone. All the stuff being brought up was publically-available information.

I don't judge you for feeling like their calls were inappropriate. Like I said, I almost certainly would not make the same calls myself. But both the reasons p-b brought up the other person's publically-available personal info, and the info itself... I mean, it's PUBLICALLY AVAILABLE. If they don't want people to know that shit, they shouldn't attach it to their account so publically. It's only doxxing if p-b sought out private info (like that person's street address, legal name, or other non-publically-provided info that could be used to harass them), and p-b did no such thing.

So take this as a lesson to be careful what info you put out into public, and to not be a goddamn asshole about people saying "hey, even if we're supporting addicts, retail and food service workers deserve to not be faced with bodily fluids and needles in their minimum wage jobs".

And if you think that position is somehow cruel towards addicts, or if you think pointing out publically available information that you yourself have provided is "doxxing"... honestly I don't think I want you following me anyway.

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Modern!Husband!Yandere!Sukuna Ryomen

Because who needs healthy relationships with boundaries?

Warnings: Reader’s gender is not mentioned, but there is a hypothetical scenario for cis-females and pregnancy, there is also discussion on adultery and murder, and treatment of children as though they’re objects and not actual humans. 

Enjoy.

A very chill husband, believe it or not. He loves you wholeheartedly and perfectly, that is to say, as long you belong to him nothing else matters.

His affection borders on the psychotic, and should you cheat on him (although God knows why, he's a fine ass man), he'll kill your lover even if they were cognizant about your marriage or not, and try to win your heart back. 

Speaking of adultery, he would never cheat on you. Though he would probably lure someone with some flirting as a way of “teasing” you and you two would end up murdering the third party together. (Let’s face it, you’re both literally crazy for each other.) 

He doesn't care about traditional gender roles and is more than happy to cook and clean and replace the fire alarm batteries and fix the fridge while his baby is busy bringing home the bacon. 

If money isn't an issue he'd quit his job. Although to be honest, the only reason he works is so he wouldn't lose his mind waiting for you at home. No, really. You occupy his mind 90 percent of the time. 

Horny guy. Has railed you on every available surface in the house that isn't dirty.

Hates being away from you, so he tries to come with you to your business trips. If he can't for whatever reason, he refuses to go a day without calling you once in the morning and once before bed.

Not that desperate to “continue his legacy.” He doesn’t care about the future, he only cares about you and being with you and makes you happy because you’re his present. You’re his love and his family. So don’t worry if you don’t want kids, because you’re more than enough for him. You’re all that he needs.

Speaking of family, if you could physically get pregnant and eventually did get pregnant, but then died giving birth, he would definitely hate his kid. He would still raise the thing because it’s part you, and he knows you’ll hate him for not taking care of it, but if one were to turn back time, he would choose you over it any day. 

All in all, Ryomen Sukuna is a horrible human being and a terrible father, but the perfect husband. 

[watchmegetobsessed]

All Yours - Harry Styles

a/n: idk if you saw those pics of the house that’s supposedly Harry’s, maybe it’s not his but that shower gave me... thoughts 👀 . and these are those thoughts lmao enjoy!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 2.2k

masterlist

Harry has been mad at you all day. Well, not mad in the sense where he hates your guts, that could never happen because the two of you are ridiculously in love, but he thought you let a guy flirt with you earlier in the grocery shop and his dominant, jealous side came out right away.

“I was just answering his question nicely, H,” you sighed when he confronted you in the car on the way home.

“Yeah, nicely let him flirt with you and basically fuck you with his eyes,” he scoffed, still clearly upset by it.

“Harry, I don’t have control over what others think. How am I supposed to change what goes on in his mind?” you asked with a confused chuckle. You could feel the man’s stare, but he didn’t do anything disrespectful, he didn’t touch you or say something inappropriate, just asked you a simple question, you answered and then you parted ways. Easy as it is.

“You could have just not answer him,” he shrugged, but you could tell he knew you would have never done that.

“What happened to treat people with kindness, babe?” you teased him, but he just rolled his eyes mumbling under his breath.

“No kindness when someone is trying to fuck my girlfriend.”

You find it amusing when he turns into some kind of cave man whenever he is jealous. It has a manly charm that just riles you up. Knowing how territorial he is, how he wants everyone to know that you’re his, it’s just doing things to you only Harry can achieve.

Now he is lying in bed, scrolling through his phone and he still seems a little distant following the little jealousy scene from earlier. You’ve tried to lighten him up, but for some reason he is trying to convince him that you really were flirting with that man. So now you are eager to show him that he is the only man in your life and you’re not planning to change that anytime soon.

“Gonna take a shower,” you tell him walking out of your closet in only your silky bathrobe. Harry doesn’t look up, just hums in response. Reaching to your stomach you untie the knot on the robe and let it slide open, revealing your fully naked body, making his eyes finally flicker up. “You are welcome to join,” you tell him with a sly smirk before walking into the bathroom joined to the bedroom you’ve been sharing with him this past year.

You don’t close the door behind you, and just as you take the robe off you hear him shuffling outside, walking into the bathroom just when you step into the giant walk-in shower. Biting into your lip you start the water that rains down on you from the showerheads hanging from the ceiling while Harry is eager to free himself from his sweatpants and shirt.

He kicks his boxers down, his eyes widening slightly as he watches you stand under the water, running your hands through your wet hair, making sure the light coming from the window on the other side gives out the silhouette of your curves perfectly. Dropping your hands you turn to him, tilting your head to the side, enjoying the attention you are getting from your man.

“Are you gonna stay there watching or you plan on getting inside?” you ask teasingly and he doesn’t need more. He joins you under the water in a heartbeat, the droplets running down his firm chest and broad shoulders so perfectly, you already want to lick them off with your hungry mouth. It’s always funny to you how Harry still can think you’d leave him for someone else when the entire male population starts and ends with him for you, there’s just no man that could ever make you feel the things he can, intentionally or not on purpose as well.

You grab the shower gel and squeeze some into the palm of your hand before starting to soap your upper body, eyes never leaving his as his green, greedy eyes burn down on your naked body.

“Would you mind doing my back?” you ask with faked innocence as you turn around and show him your back. He hums in response, reaching around you so his hands meet yours, stealing some of the gel from them before moving them to your back and gently massaging it into your wet skin. His finger start working on your shoulders and neck, rubbing your muscles perfectly as you feel yourself relax under his touch. When you accidentally take a tiny step backwards you can’t help the smirk that tugs on your lips when you feel his already hardening cock poking at your bum.

Harry pushes his chest against your back, his hands moving down to your breasts as he kneads them, making you moan, your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Feels good, baby?” he murmurs pressing his lips to your jawline as you reach back with your hands, lacing your fingers through his wet locks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, pushing your bum against him even more so his cock presses into you, making him groan in pleasure. Turning around in his arms you attack his lips, not able to keep yourself controlled any longer. He kisses you back with just as much passion and vigor, his hands gripping your waist so hard his fingers dig into your flesh. You move your hands down his back, nails scratching his soft skin until you reach his ass, squeezing each cheeks in a hand shamelessly that just makes him moan into your mouth.

“What do you want to do with me, Harry?” you ask him seductively, bringing a hand up to his hair so you can tug on his locks just the way he loves. “I’m all yours. Always have been, always will be.”

“Sit on the bench, baby. I want to taste you,” he groans, kissing you hard one last time before he lets go of you so you can move.

You sit to the marble bench under the window, the water not hitting you any longer and as Harry sinks to his knees in front of you, your legs open up for him out of instinct. Harry’s hands grab onto the insides of your thighs, exposing you to him even more and he stares down at your throbbing core like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world, made just for him by a chef.

Dipping his head down he kisses both your thighs up until his lips brush against your sensitive bud, teasing you a little as he is barely touching you.

“Harry!” you whine, a hand coming into his hair while you try to support you with the other one so you don’t fall back. “I need you!”

“M’right here, baby,” he smirks before he finally places and openmouthed kiss to your clit, swirling his tongue, sucking on your skin relentlessly.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp, your chest heaving from the pleasure that crashes down on you suddenly.

Harry has a magical mouth and you’ve known this since your third date years ago when the two of you were so hungry for each other that you didn’t even make it into your place, he ate you out in the backseat of his car before he fucked you good. Right then and there you knew you found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

He is making you see stars as he licks and sucks on your sex, two fingers coming to your hole, teasing you slightly, not thrusting into you just yet.

“Harry! Don’t fucking tease me!” you groan in frustration, desperate to feel more. You can feel his smirk against you before he finally pushes two fingers into you, making you moan his name over and over again.

“I fucking love your pussy, it’s so sweet and warm,” he hums, pumping into you without skipping a beat as he looks up to see the pleasure he is giving you on your face. He is satisfied with the work he is doing, watching you fall apart under his touch, weak for him and only for him.

He edges you until you’re screaming his name, almost reaching your climax but then he pulls back, leaving you feeling empty and unfinished. You don’t have the chance to speak up before he gets up to his feet and orders you around again.

“Get up, I’m gonna fuck you against the wall,” he tells you and your whole body lights on fire. You love it when he bosses you around, when he takes control but not too much. He knows your limits and knows that you fancy him being a little dominant, but he also knows how much you need the freedom of doing whatever you want during sex. You’re not completely submissive and he is not trying to make you either, just accepts your boundaries and play within the rules, making you extremely grateful that he is all about pleasuring you.

You stand up, but your knees weaken for a moment, threatening to collapse, but Harry grabs you just in time, holding you against his firm chest as he kisses your forehead.

“You good, baby?” he asks in a much softer tone.

“Yeah, just… a bit shaken,” you chuckle as you hold onto his shoulders. “I’m fine,” you assure him before pulling down to kiss him, your tongue meeting his in the middle.

He walks you until your back hits the wall and you hiss at the sudden coldness of it, making you arch against him, your breasts pushing against his tattooed chest. His lips never leave yours, he is tugging on your bottom lip, biting and licking into your mouth as his hands find the back of your thighs and he hoists you up until your legs wrap around his waist, holding you without a mishap.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles into the kiss as he reaches down and grabbing the base of his fully erected cock, lining himself up with you, the tip teasing your core already.

“Go deep and hard, want to feel you everywhere,” you breathe out, grabbing a handful of his hair before he pushes into you without warning, filling you up entirely.

You gasp at the sudden feeling and he stops when he is all the way inside you, giving you some time to adjust to him. He kisses your lips, your nose and cheeks before you give his hair another tug, signaling that he can start moving. He picks up a steady pace, moving in and out of you easily since you are dripping wet for him at this point. Curling your arms around his shoulders you pant against the side of his face, kissing his temple, ear and the soft skin below it as he keeps thrusting into you, building your orgasm up once again.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, moving faster as his fingers dig into your thighs locked around his waist.

“Are you close, baby?” you ask out of breath.

“Yeah, I’m close, are you?”

“Yes, want you to cum with me, want to do it together,” you pant as you pull his head back so you can look into his eyes. He just nods and makes his thrusts shorter but harder, pushing you towards the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, his eyes shutting close for a few moments.

“Cum, I’m close too. Cum for me, Harry!” you ask him and he whines at your words.

A few more thrusts later you feel him jerk inside you as he falls out of his rhythm, coming hard inside you as he keeps moaning your name over and over again. When his head falls forward and his teeth dig into your shoulder you burst too, the pleaser washing over you in waves.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” He keeps moving, even when he has already ridden down his high, just to make sure you’re fully satisfied. He pushes into you a few more times before he stops, putting you down gently, making sure your legs don’t collapse under you again. He kisses your face wherever he can until his lips meet yours, dragging this kiss a little longer and softer than the once you shared before.

He pulls you under the water and grabs a washcloth from the side, he wets it and gently cleans you up, peppering featherlike kisses to your skin everywhere he goes.

“I hope the way I just screamed your name proves that you’re the only man I want,” you smile at him sheepishly, running your hands up his chest until they rest at the base of his neck.

“M’sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m just so fucking in love with you, I selfishly want to be the only man that can have the privilege to feel this way for you.”

“And you are,” you chuckle softly, cupping his face in your hands. “Others might find me hot or have a thing for me, but you are the only one who knows me, who sees me like this… who makes me feel like this. I’m all yours, H.”

Breathing out through his nose he captures your lips in another kiss as he pulls you tight against him.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you too. Now let’s actually shower,” you chuckle, reaching for your shampoo.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[morelikedoccock]

I’m about to dig into some drama because I haven’t felt this incredibly disrespected by someone on the internet for a long time. If you like my content and/or how I deal with things and are curious to know what’s going on, I’m explaining below.

I’m gonna start out with this:

I am not going to answer questions about this.

Do NOT go to this user and send them anon hate.

Sending anon hate accomplishes absolutely nothing and it’s a shitty thing to do. Just don’t.

So, I relatively recently blocked someone here (not going to name drop because that’s fucking rude, as I’ll get into later) and on Twitter for several reasons, but as I’ve said before, no one needs a reason to block here. It’s the internet. I had BARELY even spoken to this person. They responded by block evading to beg for a reason, and also asked their friend to message me about it. I didn’t reply, feeling increasingly like my boundaries were being disregarded and disrespected.

Then I was told that they’d been vaguing about me on Twitter, and as much as I support a little vaguing, it was bordering on obsessive and kinda creeping me out.

THEN TODAY I discovered that they had posted a fic inspired by my au without my permission, but not only that, the first chapter of their fic is a long-winded and wildly invasive author’s note complaining about how I had blocked them. An authors note IN WHICH THEY USED MY NAME. My actual NAME, not my url (which would’ve been just barely been better).

This really upset me. It’s a blatant and open disregard of my boundaries and wishes, and also… posting personal drama to a PUBLIC FANFICTION SITE is so incredibly immature and just not okay. In response to reading their author’s note, I sent them a long and extremely reasonable message detailing why I’d blocked them and that I was very upset. I told them that I wanted them to delete the author’s note. I would prefer if they hadn’t posted the fic in the first place but I can’t tell them to take it down, I just told them to delete the author’s note. They sent me an immature reply and refused.

I was originally tempted to post the full message I sent them and their reply, but I decided that wasn’t the best idea. Instead, I wanna address this one bit of their response:

I’m still snorting over this.

1. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t think I’m a good person. If being a good person means setting aside your own personal boundaries so people can walk all over you for their own pleasure, than I’m perfectly happy being a bad person with clear boundaries.

2. Why the fuck am I your hero?? What have I done to warrant that kind of parasocial worship???? I simply make art, write fic, and complain about stupid fandom drama. I am a regular ass person who happens to enjoy creating and has a decent amount of experience doing so. I do regular people things like work and eat and agonize over existence, and if you have decided to use your imagination to make me into someone that I am not, that is not my problem. Being treated like this makes me not want to share my art or fic. I’m just vibing. Ffs I am just desperately trying to connect with people who respect me/enjoy fandom content. Also, because I NEED to be petty, it’s *heros* (plural) not *hero’s* (singular possessive).

Anyway, after I sent them the message and got their reply, I ended the conversation and blocked them again. But now they have already gotten an anon hate comment on their fic (again, DON’T DO THIS) and they posted about it to their tumblr and Twitter claiming it was me who sent it.

I don’t send anon hate. I’m way too fucking anxious and also too old for that shit. I’ve done my best to take the idea of “the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference” concept to heart. Yes I will absolutely complain about being disrespected, but I do it in my own fucking space (aka here), and I’ll do my damnest to ignore any drawn out bullshit they continue to stir up.

So yeah. I’m honestly really riled up by this. I had been nothing but reasonable toward them, including my decision to block them, (in fact I blocked them in the beginning because they posted the same fic without asking and then gave them a second chance when they asked) and now they are claiming/implying that I’m harassing them.

If you’ve ever had more than a single conversation with me, or if you’ve ever read any of my long posts about this kind of stuff, you’d know that I try hard asf to be decent. I don’t send anon hate. I don’t name drop. But I do block without hesitation if something doesn’t click for me, and if someone doesn’t respect that boundary, I get pissed.

If you’ve gotten this far, I am platonically and respectfully smooching you on the forehead. If you still enjoy my artwork and writing, I would appreciate if y’all stick around. I know I’m not posting as often, but it’s nice to feel like I’ve got respectful people on here who appreciate what I do.

And finally, if you’re reading this and you know them: good, tell them I said to leave me alone. I’m tired of their childish bullshit.

[silversatoru]

hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

[aizawaslovebot]

NOW PLAYING: the ex factor by iwaizumi hajime

—reader pronouns: he/him

—warnings: curse words ; had to be cut into two parts bec i want it that way ><

—summary: desperate times mean desperate measures, and y/n l/n is definitely the embodiment of desperate. eager to make his ex jealous for reasons undisclosed (read as: he's just petty), he asks his long-time best friend, iwaizumi hajime, to pretend as his boyfriend.

—note: the second part will be out in 3 days! VERY SORRY FOR THE VERY LONG WAIT UHU

TAGLIST: OPEN ; send an ask to be added even if you've already sent an ask back then!! because all that i could recall is @ohmygodronnie2020 and @beyond-the-mxxn

<- the sweetheart playlist | part i | part ii ->

Iwaizumi Hajime should’ve trusted his gut when it went crazy at the sight of you, Y/N L/N, whose eyes held a very mischievous glint that Iwa hated. He also should’ve turned you down immediately the moment you opened your mouth. Iwa definitely should’ve reprimanded you for roping him into this stupid plan.

Sadly, all he’s doing is crying over spilt milk.

He could remember it like it was yesterday. Years of dealing with Shittykawa meant that he knew when bullshit was about to happen. He thought going to California meant finally meeting someone who isn't an idiot on the daily. You were his contradiction. You were his idiot— basically like Shittykawa’s younger, much more mischievous brother.

Honestly, did Iwaizumi only attract idiots?

On the days you aren’t going on and on and on about why the government should be overthrown or why the both of you should buy a frog table for your shared dorm, he found you to be a nice guy. The people Iwa has met always had a hidden layer to them and you were one of them. Shittykawa was one too. Though Iwa wishes he didn’t introduce the both of you to each other— you become an unstoppable ball of everything annoying when you talk to each other.

But I digress. Iwa isn’t here to cry over why he only had chaos for best friends. Iwa is here because you, Y/N L/N, while you happened to be Iwa’s contradiction for all things he considered his norm, had asked him a very big favor.

“No,” Iwaizumi grunts, regretting even entertaining the male’s request. He could see your (h/c) hair bob as you groan out of frustration. Unbeknownst to the male, you were mulling over using what has to be Iwa’s biggest weakness: your very adorable puppy eyes.

“Iwa-chaaaan,” You sniff, putting on doe-eyes for Iwa to see, “I really want to make him jealous.”

Iwa sighs, subtly turning away so he didn’t have to see the tear-stained cheeks and the glossy eyes. The poor male was about to speak, pointing out that you had been influenced by Oikawa with the damn nickname, but he was cut off.

“He hurt me a lot, y’know?” You started to well up, for real this time, “I just wanted revenge…”

Iwa sighs again but he noticeably softens, opening his arms to let you cry while he hugs you. As you wept, you accepted his gesture and immediately let yourself be engulfed in your best friend’s arms. “You’ve yet to tell me why you two broke up, dumbass,” Iwa chided, though it was lighthearted.

“Zumi, is this your backhanded way of saying yes?” You asked, but your voice was muffled by his chest.

Iwa sighs for the nth time that day as he finally resigns to his fate, “Yes.”

That encounter was a week ago. You gave Iwaizumi enough time to prepare and regret his life choices. Honestly, he should’ve predicted that his idiot timed things perfectly so that your stupid plan would take place on the university-wide party the following week. Iwa could proudly say that most of his predictions were accurate and on point. Then again, his predictions were futile anyway— the best example could be his judgement on your then-boyfriend, Akuma Azamuku.

The brunette could clearly remember how he was able to discern more than enough red flags from just meeting the god forsaken guy. It was annoying how blind you could be when you’re heads over heels in love with the wrong people. Were you not really able to see how toxic this… Akuma guy is? Terrible name too, might he add. Iwaizumi would rather you date him than this devil spawn.

But he didn’t move a muscle. Iwaizumi didn’t move a muscle especially after that thought emerged from his head. What in Godzilla’s name was he thinking anyway?

Even if he could celebrate his on-point prediction on how much of an ass the spawn of Satan was, he couldn’t exactly bring himself to mock you with an angry ‘’I told you so!” Not when it meant that your damn ex-boyfriend cheated on you, covering it up by saying that he wasn’t actually gay. Not when it meant that you had been used. Not when it meant that you, his idiot, were hurt. His idiot was hurt.

“You’re being a martyr again, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tutted through the phone, tactlessly commenting once the brunette finished relaying what was going on.

The male snorted, “What are you on, this time, Shittykawa?”

“Don’t turn this on me, you idiot.”

How the hell was Iwaizumi the idiot? No. He’s lived with idiots his entire life but he wasn’t one. If anything, both of his friends were the idiots. Not him.

“Selflessly complying with dear (N/N)’s outrageous request, regardless of how much it hurts you. Tsk, Iwaizumi Hajime. You’re one big idiot,” Oikawa sighed.

Iwaizumi scoffs at his friend’s claim, “Why the hell will helping him out hurt me? Shittykawa, did you leave your single brain cell in Miyagi?” The brunette growls, annoyed at the way Oikawa avoided giving him the straight answer.

“Iwa-chan,” Iwaizumi’s breath hitches as he hears the next words, “you’re in love with (N/N), aren’t you?”

Iwaizumi Hajime was, in fact, an idiot.

He was an idiot for realizing it much later than wanted; for allowing Shittykawa, of all people, to know this one fact before him; and for opening an avenue for bigger wounds because all he wanted was to help his best friend. He probably had to be the biggest idiot among the three— and that’s saying a lot… like more than a lot.

The soon-to-be trainer could hear his pro best friend sigh in response to his stunned silence. Iwa concludes that it was weird to be on the receiving end of a tired sigh but he doesn’t utter a word. Not even after Oikawa begins to speak again. “I can’t even bring myself to tease you tonight… or today… or whatever time it is there, Iwa-chan. What will you do now?”

Iwaizumi wasn’t the type to let himself get involved in petty things like this nor does he let himself go against judgement. That is, if you weren't in the question. The brunette was very sure that you were his contradiction— unknowingly forcing him to go against all the boundaries Iwa had set and done. You, also a trainer in the making, could easily be the death of Iwaizumi Hajime. But if it’s you, then he’d gladly embrace this death.

“I’m going.”

Those two words were a lot harder to say than the tired male liked to admit. So as he ends the dreadful phone call with Oikawa, he secretly hopes that next week will never come.

Even if Iwaizumi tried his hardest to deny, next week actually came. Not that it was a surprise. No one could stop the turning of time, the rotation of the Earth, nor the ticking of the clock. How the hell would he even stop next week from coming? Heck, Iwaizumi couldn’t even stop you from this stupid revenge quest that you had set.

Pretend to be his boyfriend, you said. It would be easy to do anyway, you said. We’ll be in and out in a jiffy, you said.

To hell with all the lies that you had promised. It was beyond Iwaizumi’s skills and strength to pretend to be someone you romantically loved when he actually wanted it to be true. The Aoba Johsai Iwaizumi would’ve dipped; Iwaizumi from last year would’ve never pushed through. But here he is, standing in front of the mirror in your shared dorm, preparing to do what he deemed an impossible feat.

You will always be Iwaizumi Hajime’s contradiction. And at this point, he isn’t sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. All Iwa knows is that this will soon end and like the way next week came, tomorrow will soon be today.

So all Iwaizumi could do is psych himself up to do impossible— the same way he had convinced himself he was an ace in volleyball or the same way he gave himself assurance with his college application— and push through with the plan.

I can do this. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, former volleyball ace and soon, an athletic trainer. I’ve dealt with Shittykawa all my life. I was able to get into a college in California by myself. This should be easy. I can do this.

“Should I wear this, ‘zumi?” You call out from the bathroom, holding two slightly different tops for Iwa to see. The way the brunette spluttered at the sight of a half-naked you was embarrassing to say the least, but Iwaizumi was thankful that you had been too engrossed to even notice the reddening of his ears. ‘God damn it, Hajime. Half-naked Y/N isn’t new,’ he chastised himself mentally as he coughs. “Use the darker one,” was Iwaizumi’s curt reply.

I can do this.

You should not have lit up at his answer like that. The sight gave Iwaizumi more joy than he liked to admit. Nothing could ever top what you said next though.

I c-can do this...

“Oh! This one matches yours too! We look good together, huh?”

I cannot do this.

“Idiot,” Iwaizumi sighs to mask his flustered state, “just shut up and wear it already.” You only laugh in response, already used to Iwaizumi’s brash way of dealing with things. “Alright, puddin’. Just wait. You can’t rush art,” You reply sarcastically, using the other nickname that Iwa had begun to dread.

Iwa resorts to the comfort of his phone— or rather, he uses the phone to conceal the undying pink on his cheeks so you wouldn’t see. Maybe if he spared a minute before he did so, he would’ve seen that you were equally flustered; seemingly embarrassed to have said what you had in their conversation. But it is what it is, and Iwaizumi has to continue his emotional constipation without ever knowing that had ever happened.

You take Iwa’s hand in yours before you lead Iwa out of your dorm and to wherever the god forsaken party was. “What’s with the skinship?” Iwa asks, though the way he adjusts the grip so it would be comfortable didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe he had started to like the prospect of this whole fake dating fiasco because it let him taste of what could’ve been instead of just wondering how it felt.

“Nothing you’re not used to, puddin’. And uh… uh… this way we could look like an actual couple,” You stammer and avoid eye contact, your hand still in Iwa’s warmth though.

If Iwaizumi hadn’t been too distracted, too haunted by the reminder that this was just pretend, then he would’ve noticed that you had seemed unsure, seemed too engrossed in the feeling of your hands together that you weren’t able to make a great excuse. He once again resigns to what has been destined. “The Y/N L/N I know doesn’t do things half-assed,” Iwa claims as he drops their hands, “By that logic this should be okay right? So people would really think we’re together.”

‘It isn’t okay,’ You croak internally. Iwa decided to go against all things normal by doing this… this very compromising position that ensured the two of you looked like nothing else but a couple. Iwa decided, despite not knowing how much damage it would bring to your poor heart, to wrap an arm around your waist.

Unknown to the soon-to-be trainer, you were just as, if not more, smitten with him as Iwa was with you. You almost revealed the reason behind your bad break-up and even let Iwa see that he had this much of an effect on you. So this, to see Iwa be so into the role of his pretend boyfriend, both flustered and somehow hurt you.

You didn’t know why it hurt though.

“You okay there, dumbass? ” Iwa asks, getting too close to your face and being far too concerned than your heart could’ve handled.

Everything about this was confusing. Both of your minds were having their own storms as the both of you stumbled upon this new, confusing field in between friendship and romance. Closeness with Iwa wasn’t new to you at all. Him lightly calling you dumb wasn’t new at all. So why, in God’s name, did your ribcage feel like breaking apart from the very loud beating of your heart?

If Iwa had to ask himself the same question he asked you, he would’ve gotten a big ‘NO’ from himself. Initiating skinship to this extent made Iwa’s brain malfunction. Not only that, but the feeling of your waist was very much heavenly and mind-boggling. To put a cherry on top of the sundae called “Iwaizumi Hajime’s gay panicking,” the speechless and cute expression you had was too much for his heart.

Turns out that you would answer the same as Iwa, not that the brunette knew though.

This plan of yours started on the right course. Your dick of an ex did cheat on you and you wanted to make him regret ever even thinking of using you as a scapegoat from his problems. It was common sense to ask for the aid of your best friend, right? He, of all people, would know you and understand you best. So when did your fake dating extravaganza take its turn? At what point did this plan converge into something different?

In other words, did you still want to make your ex jealous? Or did you want to see how it would feel to date your best friend?

Time did not let you answer the many questions that formed in your pretty head. Before either of you knew it, you’ve arrived at the party.

You turn to look at Iwa, who was somehow already gazing at you with that intense fire in his eyes, and nod.

It’s showtime.

—reblogging helps a lot !! thank you for reading !!

[pastel-medic]

Wanted to share some facts/HCs about the mercs cuz I'm bored :D

BLU Medic still has his medical license while his brother doesn't. RED Medic has attempted to retake medical exams before in the past with no luck

The Engineers and Spies on both teams can understand the Pyros perfectly and nobody has a clue how

BLU Scout needs assistance with balance and mobility, so he wears fall absorbent braces on his legs to help with landing from tall jumps. RED Scout on the other hand can land just fine (the show off)

BLU Demoman's cyborg eye has been hacked by the BLU Engineer a few times for fun

For some reason BLU Soldier is extremely good at gambling. He doesn't know why either

VLT Spy uses a very specific body wash that has a soft and somewhat sweet lavender scent. The only person who seems to take note of it is RED Medic

RED Scout can't read or spell, while BLU Scout is actively attending college alongside mercenary work

BLU Heavy and BLU Medic used to date, but they have since broken up mutually. They don't talk about the reason why but some of the perceptive mercenaries (like Spy and Sniper) suspect that it's because they felt pressured due to being college friends

Archimedes is shared between the Medic brothers and is often sent by the two to send letters to one another. It's the only active way they can communicate without their letters being intercepted by the Administrator

RED Heavy knows how to play chess while BLU Heavy knows how to play checkers

BLU Sniper is mute and has not ever spoken a single word as far as the BLU team is aware. Also, RED Sniper grew up un the dusty plains of Australia while BLU Sniper grew up in the swamplands.

VLT Spy's head can detach from his body. The metal device around his neck keeps him alive when his head is removed from the main body, to which the body goes completely limp once they are separated

The first time Miss Pauling ever buried a body she accidentally buried one in the gravesite of a well known college professor. The day of the burial all of the mourners were horrified to find a body already in the spot the professor's body was supposed to be buried

BLU Pyro does not like to be physically touched, and the reason has never been explained nor have they been comfortable talking about it. Regardless, the BLU team respects her boundaries and keeps a safe distance from them.

RED Demoman is an avid drinker while BLU Demoman doesn't drink as much. In addition, RED Demo can hold his liquor far better than his BLU counterpart

If the RED Engineer is interrupted while he's working in his workshop he can and will get so pissed that he'll start throwing objects at the one who disrupted his focus. Doesn't matter what the object is, he'll hurl a whole ass car engine if he wants to

RED Soldier takes care of Lieutenant Bites in his room where it'll hiss at anyone who dares come close to it. For some reason it doesn't seem to hate BLU Medic though, and actually acts like an absolute angel around him

Will definitely do more sometime or you can ask me stuff in my ask box if you're curious about other facts on the mercs! 🍰💖

❤️ Meet the Mercenaries 💙

The RED and BLU team's designs have finally been completed! I'll be making an intro post for more info on each of them including their names soon, but for now enjoy their design refs! 🥹💖 However, my ask box is open if you want to ask questions about them before intros are posted! 😉✨

Also important note, VLT Spy is the BLU Spy head with his body reattached! He works alongside Miss Pauling now and they're besties! 🥰💜

Reblogs greatly appreciated! 🍰💌

[skywalkerstyles]

Kissing Lesson pt.3

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light smut, orgasm, angst, fluff, minors DNI

Katsuki gently cups my face in his hands, checking me over, concern clouding his face. “What happened?” he asks. “Where’s Mei?”

“She’s fine. She’s with Kai. She said I could leave.”

“Come over here. Sit down.” I let him pull me into the living room, he sits beside me on the couch, throwing a blanket over my shoulders, I wrap it tightly around myself. “What happened?”

“I fucked up….” I don’t know any other way to put it. I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did. Ash wasn’t trying to hurt me. Was he? “Ash kissed me.” Katsuki narrows his eyes.

“That’s not all. What did he do?” His voice is low, dangerous. He looks pissed, I don’t want to make him angrier, but I have to tell him. Just being kissed by a boy is no logical reason for me to come running into the house like I did.

“It was really hard. It hurt. He bit my lip and he….He forced his tongue down my throat. It was gross and not at all like when we kissed. I didn’t like it….” Katsuki sits there, I look down at my hands embarrassed. When I did look up, Katsuki’s face was inches from my own. I backed away slightly out of instinct, but he grabbed the back of my head, gently pulling me back to him.

His lips are soft and apologetic when they meet mine. It makes my heart flutter, I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. He sucks on my bottom lip and blows air lightly into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, causing him to break away.

“Shhh. People are sleeping.”

“Why are you still up anyway?”

“I wanted to make sure you and Mei got home safe. But it looks like Mei wasn’t planning to come home….I’m glad you did though.” I smile and he kisses me again, just a quick press of lips to my mouth. He stands up and lifts me into his arms, blanket and all, off the couch.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as he carries me down the hallway. He kicks the door to his room open gently and sets me down on my feet. He closes the door behind him, I hear the lock click. We are surrounded in total darkness.

His hands manage to find my arms and he pulls me into his body. His chest is warm and his heartbeat is strong. I can feel it beneath my fingers. “I want you to stay with me tonight. I promise, all we’ll do is sleep. And if you wanna leave you can, I just….I thought you might like that….dumbass.”

“Oh…..um…..Okay.” I smile into the darkness. Katsuki hands slide up my dress. He grabs the zipper, the noise is loud in the quiet of the house as he drags it down my body. I shimmy out of it, left only in a strapless bra and panties. He pushes soft fabric into my hands, I don’t know how he can see in the dark, it must be muscle memory.

“Put this on.” It’s a t shirt. I pull it over my head. It smells like him. He takes my hand in his and leads me to his bed. I climb onto it, scooting back until I hit the wall. I feel the bed dip as he climbs in beside me. “Just like old times.” I reminisce. When we were kids, if Mei and I got scared we would go find Katsuki and stay with him. He would protect us from all the monsters. Katsuki chuckles.

“You used to be afraid of everything.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were, idiot. And you were a crybaby. Come here.” He reaches out for me, he pulls me towards him, my body half lying over his, I prop myself up on my elbows. I feel his fingers against my face, touching my eyes and my lips, my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me in the dark, one of his arms is wrapped loosely around my waist.

I bend down, capturing his lips in mine. He shifts and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him easily, he places both of his hands on my hips now. We kiss slowly, lazily, no real effort or passion behind it, just something we both need. I can feel the...arousal...begin to burn through my legs. My body feels hot and I can feel him start to stiffen against me. I roll my hips gently, causing him to buck up against me. It feels good.

His hands slide down to cup my ass. I don’t know why this doesn’t bother me. It bothered me when Ash did it. Maybe it’s because I know Katsuki. I’ve known him my whole life. He would never hurt me. He begins to guide me, grinding me down against him as he pushes up towards me. I can feel him now, straining through his sweats.

I hold onto his shoulders tightly as we rub against each other. He gives my ass a light squeeze, licking into my mouth with his tongue and biting my lip gently. It doesn’t hurt when he does it. I completely relax into him as he controls the motion and the speed of the grinding. One of his hands slides up to cup my face, he breaks the kiss to trace my lips with the pad of his thumb, I take a shaky breath.

“I wish all girls reacted the way you do.” His voice is deep and filled with something foreign to me. What he says makes me shiver, my arousal spiking, I can feel something happening.

“Am I good?” I manage to pant. He brings my face back down towards his, I can feel him smile against my lips.

“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” that word makes my stomach knot tightly. He’s never called me that before. He begins to move faster, pressing his lips against mine hungrily. My body starts to stiffen, I can feel something happen.

“K-Katsu…..” I whimper.

“Shhh It’s okay. Let go. Let go Y/N. I got you.” he presses his hand to my mouth as my body tightens and pleasure floods me. I buck and grind against him hard, unable to control my body as it spasms. He pushes his hips up, his hard on pressing against my clit hard. I shiver, suddenly feeling relaxed and tired. He gently pushes me off of him and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead gently as I try to catch my breath.

“What was that?” I ask in amazement.

“That,” he says kissing my nose. “Was an orgasm.”

I wake up feeling warm, someone’s arms are wrapped around me tightly, our legs intertwined. I bury my face in their chest and squeeze my arms around them. I want to stay like this forever.

“You awake?” my eyes snap open. I look up to see Katsuki watching me, a soft expression on his face. He reaches up and brushes my hair back from my face. “Good morning.” he whispers, pecking my lips softly.

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah...I slept really good.” he smirks, releasing his hold on me. He climbs out of bed and goes to his dresser, he tosses a pair of basketball shorts at me. I blush crimson, realising I’m not wearing pants. Memories of the night before flood my mind.

Katsuki senses my distress and sits back down on the bed, he takes my hands in his. “It’s okay Y/N….Things got kinda out of hand last night. I should have stopped it but-”

“No. Don’t say that. It felt good.” I can’t look him in the face. But it’s the truth. It felt really good. Maybe now I’ll be able to get off on my own, just thinking about it.

“Y/N.” he puts his finger under my chin, I try to avoid his eyes. “Look at me.” slowly, reluctantly, I let my eyes meet his. He has a sad look on his face, one of disappointment even. “You need to put those shorts on and go to Mei’s room. Now.” He drops his hand from my face and turns away. I’m surprised and hurt by his sudden change in demeanor.

“Did I...Did I do something?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer. I can feel tears of embarrassment burn my eyes. I jump off his bed and pull the shorts on. As I’m unlocking the door he stops me, placing his hand on my wrist. I look towards his bathroom so he doesn’t see my tears.

“Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong….It’s just...I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” I say, wiping my hand over my face, I pull the door open and he backs away from me. “I get it.” I shut the door before he can say anything else.

I feel like an idiot. I don’t know why I expected anything more than for him to put up a boundary, draw a line in the sand. He’d never see me as anything more than a good friend, a sister. I sink down in Mei’s bean bag chair, covering my face with my hands. I wasn't even supposed to like him! It was supposed to be Ash. Ash, who I ran from last night. Ash, who liked me and flirted with me….he was drunk. Maybe he’s a better kisser sober...I resolve to put Katsuki out of my mind and talk to Ash on monday. I hope he still wants to go out.

Mei comes back later in the afternoon. I spent most of the day in her room, only going out if I was hungry or needed to go to the bathroom.

“Sometimes guys can be a little rough,” Mei says to me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge. “Like you said, he was drunk. I think you should give him another chance.” I nod, happy with her advice and approval. “We can go out on a double date. Just us.”

“I’d like that.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” we both jump, turning to see Katsuki standing by the kitchen table, sunglasses on and keys in his hand. I can’t tell his he’s looking at me, but I look at the floor anyway.

“What?” Mei asks.

“Dude man handled her last night and you’re telling her to give him another chance?” Mei crosses her arms.

“He was drunk. And she’s never been kissed before. I do think she overreacted a bit.”

“I think she reacted perfectly fine.”

“How would you even know?” Katsuki opens his mouth and closes it. “That’s what I thought. Where are you going?” Mei changes the subject.

“To meet up with some friends. We’re going to the beach.” He grabs an apple from the little bowl on the table, takes a bite and turns to leave. Mei turns back to me.

“In all actuality Y/N it’s up to you. You don’t have to see him again or you can. Whatever you wanna do I’ll help you. But Ash genuinely likes you and I think he’d be good for you.” I smile as we walk back towards her room. At the very least he’ll be a good distraction, get my mind off my best friend.

I wish I never asked for the kissing lessons. I wish I’d never went to bed with him last night. I wish things could go back to normal, where it was the four of us against the world, best friends to the end. I hate lying to Mei, or at the very least, not telling her everything. It feels so wrong to me.

“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” I swallow hard, trying to forget the way his words made me feel.

I make my way through the crowded halls, searching for Ash on Monday. I haven’t spoken to him since everything happened and I want to apologize. I find him outside my chemistry class, talking with Kai. His eyes go wide when he sees me, he meets me as I walk towards him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” we stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly, neither one of us knowing exactly what to say.

“Look before you say anything-”

“I’m sorry.” he shuts his mouth, I continue, “I shouldn’t have overreacted like that….You took me by surprise.” Ash leans down, he hesitates, his lips barely brushing mine, I lean forward, pressing mine against his. It's better now, not perfect, but not so rough. He takes my hand.

“I shouldn’t have came onto you like that. I get a little wild when I drink.” I laugh, he puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Can I walk you to class?” he asks.

“That would be perfect.

[servingy-nneeds]

PLEASE DON’T NOTICE ME

WHAT KIND OF YANDERE ARE THEY?: KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS) PART 2

TRIGGER WARNING: MANIPULATIVE, Mentions of assault

COMBINATION:  MONOPOLY and REMOVAL TYPE

Monopoly type of Yandere tries to monopolize their lover in any way or form. Trying to get you to distrust people, in worse case scenarios wouldn’t let you socialize with other people. Their reasoning that ‘they may harm you’ and that you are far too naive for it to notice. Is extremely inquisitive on who you hang out with and where you are at a particular time.  

Removal type of Yandere go through great lengths in order to remove people whom they deemed isn’t worth your attention, everyone. This includes any forms of social interactions digital or physical. After all you have them in your life what more can you ask for.

You always considered yourself as a kind person, willing to always a lend a hand to others. But you never said you were oblivious.

You always took note his sudden shift in behavior whenever the situation involves you. The first time it happened was back when he saved you again for the second time when a drunk forced himself on you. Back when you first met you always thought he viewed you as an annoying person, the twitching polite smile he presented you gave himself away. And then the next thing you knew after politely caring for his non vital wound, he started sticking himself closer to you.

Initially he just wanted to get invited inside your home. After that he started walking you back home, he said “I just happened to be around this area”. And when he randomly showed up in your job one day claiming that your company sponsored one of his commercial, you knew something was up.

“Hey want to have a lunch together? I found this awesome place where they sell these mean ass bbq’d chicken ” an unknown number showed up on your phone one day. Ignoring the message you continued catching up on your report. That is until another message showed up “Sorry, this is Hawks got your number from one of your buddies, told em I know you and stuff, that good with you?”.

You would had simply ignored on how he got your number if not for the fact that you were new at your office, never had this so called “buddy” and worse you never told anyone your personal contact number you always used your company phone for communication.

The weeks after that he started invading your breaks pulling you away before your co-workers had a chance to invite you for lunch breaks. The result? they tend to shy away from you, finding it awkward being close to you when you obviously have a personal relationship with the no.2 pro Hero.

When you tried distancing yourself from him, finding a piss poor excuse on how you cannot accompany him for lunch or dinner, and even refusing to be accompanied on your way home, you openly voiced out your distaste at the idea of being flown back to your apartment. Not wanting your safety be fully in his hands.

“Hey y/n, darling I noticed you’re pretty distant this past days” he spoke to you when he caught you chilling at the company’s roof top one day, well you never thought he would be pretty upfront with your behavior.

“Yeah sorry ‘bout that, someone in my office said that I might be distracting you from hero work and all” you said lying, avoiding eye contact, you knew you were really scraping the bottom for excuse this time. Believing you easily, he never liked your co worker sticking close to you and now they instilled this idea on you now? Well he couldn’t have that. Deciding to prod again at your weakness, mainly that you were oozing with sympathy and easily guilt tripped.

“Well I am a pretty over bearing guy” he said softly looking down on his feet “I grew up pretty much alone in the commission and never really had someone to hang out with, so I just tend to be clingy, really wanted to try out this normalcy once in a while y’know? Sorry ‘bout all this” he said cracking his voice up a bit to further emphasize that he is showing his vulnerable side to cater to your empathetic side.

He really hope it works, otherwise he’d have to go plan B. Kidnapping you isn’t as much fun compared to the idea of you willingly submitting yourself to him.

“Maybe we can hang out at weekends” you said eyes full of sympathy.

Bingo.Next stop those nosy colleagues of yours.

“Hey y/n thank goodness are you ok?” one of your colleagues called out to you one day. Shocked by the sudden unusual approach from a total stranger you asked what the commotion is all about. “You know that guy that was interning for you? Well turns out he has numerous cases of assault, you can never trust anyone this days” she huffed before storming off.

The next was the same girl who approached you willingly trying to warn you. You found out a week later in a daily news that her body was found in the area where you usually commute and was burned to the point of unrecognizable. You voiced your concern to Hawks one day simply because there was no way he would be involved in any of these, after all he is a Hero and doesn’t quite have a quirk that allows him to burn others. He does know someone, but you don’t know that.

With a shaking hand you quickly dialing his phone number and meeting with him within a 10 minutes time frame. “I hate to be that kind of person, especially since I rejected your offer in the past but I really hope you can escort me back home, just this time I swear” you rambled as he hugged you tightly comforting you, giving you a shoulder to cry on for support. Shame you missed the way his eyes glint or the ever growing grin he sported

After courting you for couple of months, you noticed he wasn’t as clingy as before and was quite understanding when you set your boundaries. You thought he changed for you he didn’t.  It wasn’t a surprise when you accepted his proposal when he asked you out of blue one day presenting you a ruffled bouquet of flowers and a feather of his own, he claims it was to keep you safe. It’s a tracking device

Going out with him wasn’t as bad as you thought. He plays this boyfriend role perfectly. He had brought you two a matching phone when you accidentally dropped it at a lake during your date when an elderly bumped into you.Though sometimes you voiced out your concern for him that you weren’t accepting important messages at times.

After that he brought you a plush of a duck that looked strangely liked him which you thought was downright adorable and cuddly. Though sometimes when you sleep you feel as if the plush’s beady eye is steadily staring right back at you, but you chalked it up as being paranoid just like these past days whenever you go out without Hawks. 

Making you move in with him was next in his plan albeit he had some difficulty convincing you. He insisted it was for your safety. But really it was for his mental well being (1) his flat was considerably more secured, has a lot more advanced locks he’s got access to (2) He can now monitor you 24/7 even without that duck’s help (3) he’ll can finally record your voice whenever he wants, even without the bugged phone and best of all he’s got you all to himself, away from all those damn people that consumes your time.

So here you are now wearing one of his shirts, he pleas with puppy dog eyes that it looks adorable on you, spending another whole day in your shared living room, with nothing else to preoccupy your time. At this point you had no friends, only work buddies, your contact with your relatives even your parents and siblings were seldom to none, they insists it was you who cut them off saying you weren’t answering their calls or messages.

Hawks claimed that they were lying to you and that they didn’t wanted to come out as the bad guy for not talking to you.

Brushing your hands along his hair with a hum, while he lays his head on your lap, he insists it was relaxing therapeutic to him, while trying to watch some type of animated cartoon movie he insists was ‘safe for you to view’.

Moving around he grabbed your waist burying himself to your midsection then he said “You know hawks mate for life?” making you chuckle a bit thinking it was one of his bird jokes. “We’ll see about when you put a ring on this you simp” you said showing your ring finger.

He softly chuckled to himself thinking ‘Yeah you weren’t oblivious, you were dead blind’

Check out Part 1

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Aoba Johsai Team with S/O HC

Omg god i was so excited to right this one, i don't know if you can tell but Aoba Johsai is my fave team.... so i very much so self indulged on this one, anyway enjoy!

Oikawa

ThIs BiTcH, I swear to god that this man is the pettiest person on the planet

you two are gonna have the weirdest love/hate relationship it just confuses the team

one second you two are gonna be the most cliche sweet relationship and the next you are gonna be at each other's throats with insults

even though, it’s obvious you two love each other and would both kill and die for each other I WoUlD tAkE a BuLlEt FoR yA jUsT tO pRoVe My LoVe

He will 100% show you off, Iwa-chan knew way more about you than you’d think

Iwaizumi

I SIMP So this man is *chefs kiss* a fiiinnnne specimen, and YOU are freaking gorgeous, and the WHOLE team simps for the two of you

You two are actually really sweet and kind too each other, and you bond over annoying oikawa A LOT legit you guys fave past time

You guys are the team mom and dad, legit if something goes wrong and Iwa isn’t there they are gonna go to you before oikawa

This man gets very jealous and protective, like when Iwa introduced you to the team and Oikawa flirted with you? OOOH the anger radiating from this man, let’s say you got the uhh good side of it ;)

Also he isn’t gonna show you off, except he IS going to show you off to the seijoh 3rd years, like legit making out in front of Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa are gonna be jealous and slightly turned on

Matsukawa

He is a teasing shit, like you two tease each other but he has such a good poker face and stoic facade that whatever you try to do doesn’t work not fair

When Mattsun told the team NO ONE believed him, like no one at all, they thought it was a prank or some shit

And then your GORGEOUS ass comes to watch him at practice and everyone thought you were oikawa’s fan girl but you ran past him to greet Mattsun

The team lost their shit, because you two are perfect for eachother, like your personalities complement each other perfectly and you are the perfect blend of loving and teasing

He also definitely shows you off, i mean no one believed you were real so of course he's gonna prove them wrong

Hanamaki

This boy is gonna be so cocky it's ridiculous, like you two are gonna be making random weird ass bets at 3am just because you both think you’ll win

These bets are why Iwaizumi currently has a photo of the two of you under a bridge, in the rain, at 3 in the morning covered in either whipped or shaving cream… neither of you can remember

Everyone knows that Matsuhana is the meme team BUT you two are like the ultimate crackhead energy, Iwaizumi can't decide whether he likes you or not and oikawa is sooo annoyed by you because of your constant teasing

You both have sappy moments behind closed doors, you know watching movies, cuddling, making out, making bets that make you question your life choices, dancing in the living room, etc

He WILL show you off, he’s gassing you up and making sure everyone knows how amazing you are

Kyoutani

I love this angry boy, you are NOTHING like Maddog, i'm talking you are sugar and spice and everything nice, the cute little kouhai to your senpai type thing

Obviously you too being nothing alike makes it hard for anyone to believe you too are together, which is why the team thought you were there for oikawa when you came to practice one afternoon

You were surprising Kyoutani, you had made him a cute bento box for him to eat during or after practice, when you walked in however you did NOT expect for your senpai to come over and take it from your hands

Kyoutani saw this, Kyoutani is very protective and easily jealous, so he stalks his way up there, snatches it out of Oikawa’s hands, gives it back to you, grabs your hand and takes you outside where he thanks you and apologises on oikawas behalf the team overheard everything though

neither of you show the other off except when it comes to the team because Oikawa doesn't understand personal boundaries

Kunimi

This quiet baby boi is just everything, he is snarky, kind and pretty! like wtf?? leave some for the rest if us, anyway you however are a bit more, outgoing compared to him, you are also fucking gorgeous no duh

you two absolutely adore each other, you guys are constantly by each other's side, except for practice, why? because Kunimi absolutely REFUSES to introduce you too the team, which annoys you because, you could be friends with his friends? not that he considers half of them friends

there are the obvious reasons like Oikawa and Yahaba being flirty but mainly, he refuses to let the team think he is weak, the only person on the team who does know is kindaichi, and that's because the three of you are friends

the first time you do meet the team accidentally mind you they were shook, because their Kouhai has a girlfriend? before us? and is cute? tf????

Kunimi doesn’t show you off and you don't show him off because you respect that he doesn't want any attention on him

Anyway i hope you guys liked it! because i loved writing it! i currently have 2 request underway and can’t wait for more so don’t be shy! im friendly AND will do pretty much everything!

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Cringe is dead, talk to me about the funny half-life men and their relationship

okay here is my essay. it is titled These Guys Actually Like Each Other, and Gordon Freeman Is Just Kind Of A Dick*

(disclaimer: these are just my 2 cents. dont take me too seriously! im just some guy online who has watched this shit too many times.)

first things first. these guys actually like each other. this is a key aspect of their relationship. benrey, obviously and textually, digs gordon freeman - you dont flirt that heavily with guys you arent into, and so much of what he says and does is geared around making gordon crack up. thats pretty gay.

but the counterpart to this is that gordon freemans pretty fucking gay for benrey, too. you may say, “oh, but word of god says its not requited!” and to you i will say: bull shit. gordon is uniquely obsessed with benrey compared to all the other characters. if gordon didnt like the fucking guy, he wouldnt giggle with him and share in-jokes with him and bring him up every 5 seconds when benreys not around. thats concern, bro. thats worry. thats real shit

but i cant blame people for thinking that gordon freeman genuinely doesnt like benrey. benreys partially responsible for some of the worst things that have happened to him, the Arm Thing among them. and gordons very insistent afterward that he doesnt like benrey. he even goes so far as to try to kill benrey a couple times. to this, i must argue that gordon freeman is just kind of a dick.

lets talk facts here. canon. Lore. from the moment we hop into gordons shoes, we can see that he is a jerk to every npc on his way into black mesa. this is his default: a dude who just runs his mouth and says rude shit. he calls tommy a freak within 5 minutes of meeting him. he infantilizes the guy and barely considers him a real scientist. he doubts that bubby is a real name for like no fuckin reason. in “real life”, this is because its funny, and wayne is trying to make a funny half-life stream. in a textual sense, this is because gordon “hlvrai” freeman is a dick. this is the way he acts, consistently, throughout the series.

(brief aside: this is why the whole “gordon is a nice guy and a great dad” characterization baffles me. the way he actually acts in canon is, in short, bitchy and lacking in self-awareness. and i love that for him, i really do. it makes the moments where he just tries to be a nice guy stand out. but thats the thing: his intermittent moments of decency and kindness are not the whole of his personality! this dude kind of sucks most of the time!)

the way that gordons general asshole attitude extends to benrey is complicated. in fairness, benrey makes it his job to annoy the shit out of gordon as much as possible, and that warrants a negative attitude, but gordons pretty paranoid and ends up blaming benrey for nearly everything that happens to him, regardless of if its warranted. this is a pattern he exhibits both before and after the Arm Thing. its a little bit of a dick move! especially considering that, prior to the whole “betrayal” subplot (which was not exactly planned very far in advance), benrey is no more malicious or annoying than anybody else gordons having to travel with.

(okay, this is kind of a subjective evaluation, but still. my point stands that benrey is not any more of a hindrance to his progress than anybody else in the science crew, and neither is he particularly more violent or murderous. hell, gordon freeman has probably killed more guys than benrey. benrey just tends to get.......special treatment.)

all that said, i am still convinced that gordon really fucking likes benrey. please consider with me the following: it would be remarkably easy for gordon to just ignore him and do what he has to do, but he doesnt. he could stop engaging. he could stop thinking about benrey. he could stop bringing benrey up to the rest of the crew every time benrey leaves to do his own thing for awhile. but he doesnt. and, again, yeah, the extra-textual reason for this is “two guys are doing an improv comedy thing and bouncing off of scorpy is kind of the point”, but within the text it reads to me as gordon not being about to get the dude off his mind.

and this is in addition to all the times we see gordon being genuinely nice and receptive toward benrey! its in the little things: laughing the hardest and longest at benreys jokes. only ever reciprocating that stupid underwater “BBBBB” thing with benrey. trying to catch benrey when he falls, despite his insistence moments earlier that benrey should hop in the wack ass crystal generator and get hypermurdered. fondly remarking that benreys sweet voice sounds beautiful. his sort of flustered responses to most of benreys overt flirting. none of this is the way normal people react to a guy they hate. this is all fuckin gay to me, man.

its this combination of the outward insistence that gordon hates benrey with his inner eagerness to be around him and think about him and engage with him that gives off strong “repression” vibes, to me. for whatever reason - pride, embarrassment, resentment - gordon maintains a front of hating the guy and wanting to kill him for a lot of the series, but it doesnt gel with the way he fucking giggles and plays along half the time that benrey starts fucking with him. its a game, and that game is one of the only ways gordon knows to manifest affection for him.

(remember “oh my god, hes got a knife!”? that was the gayest shit i ever seen in my life. tittering like a schoolgirl while benrey chases him around like “im gonna get you haha”. insanity.)

the cool thing about repression is that you can have it manifest in a lot of ways! and this is where things like “headcanons” and “my own personal affection for repressed bisexual men” come in. a lot of how i characterize their relationship is an extrapolation of a lot of things like gordons canonical insecurity issues/anxiety, gordons whole anti-bootboy thing screaming “internet wokeboy who means well but probably has a lot of repressed baggage” to me, etc.

how do you get massive amounts of sexual repression out of what you see in canon, you might ask? well. if wayne would stop having gordon talking about being jerked off by the suit, or talking about chugging a 40-gal drum of potion and having to hold his piss, or worrying about being eaten by benrey the moment he sees benrey at setscale 10, maybe i would have a higher opinion of gordon “hlvrai” freeman and whatever latent psychosexual issues hes got going on. but here we are

i havent even touched yet upon how benrey feels about gordon. this one is helpfully made a little more plain by the fact that benrey very much wants to suck his dick in canon. (i dont even have to go into details. we all know.) but IMO the best part about this ship isnt just that they dig each other, but how. benrey gets overtly flirtatious in the second half of the series, but IMO his preferred method of flirting is just fucking with gordon: chasing him with knives, shoving him around in a bathroom, trying to get scans of his feet. but all in like a slapstick, giggly, fun-and-games sense, you know? at least when it works.

a lot of the time, though, it doesnt work out that way. he clearly just likes doing it whether or not gordon responds positively. which is, you know, Weird. not very nice. but also in line with the way everybody else treats gordon freeman. gordons kind of the universes chew toy in any given universe, and the same holds true here. hes kind of helpless......subjected to 4 demons attempting to make his life as difficult as possible. in a way its cathartic.

sorry. i got sidetracked. anyway, benrey very much likes to mess with him and unnerve him and demean him and i will be perfectly frank with you: that is hot. i have problems and illnesses and one of them is that i am a masochist who goes crazy for that kind of thing. calling gordon a “dirty lil boy” and telling him to “look at the mess [he] made” is some straight up kink scene shit.

i like to imagine that a lot of this behavior isnt caused just by the guy who played him wanting to be funny and antagonistic, but by benrey as a character not really understanding what constitutes “pushing a joke too far”. hes not human, and whatever he is doesnt have a very normative way of understanding the world around him, full of people who actually get hurt for real and die for real. benrey expresses what seems to be genuine surprise and distress after the Arm Thing, as if he didnt know that his actions would have serious consequences. and it doesnt seem to fully sink in afterward, either.

it reads a lot to me like hes used to video game rules and treating people around him like NPCs. if they get hurt, its no big deal, because its not real. he likes jamming random buttons on gordons interface and seeing what comes out. its probably a lot of fun for him, the same way that seeing a streamer or a youtuber suffer for our amusement is fun. its like, you know, in my opinion, gordons very cute when hes frazzled. hes also cute when hes laughing. pushing gordons buttons has a 50/50 chance of either of these things. and this is how he ultimately flirts with gordon: by pulling his pigtails.

but at the same time, benrey does legit care about gordon and knows some boundaries. benreys the one most often shooting at enemies to protect gordon, and he spent most of the last act trying to convince gordon to turn around and not fight him because they were friends (best friends, to be specific). he just lacks a lot of the emotional intelligence it would take to express the feeling of “he digs gordon and likes seeing his face get all red and sweaty regardless of the cause”. and gordon lacks the emotional intelligence it would take to express the fact that he doesnt know if he likes or hates benrey and hes scared as hell that its the former

because, lets be real. unironic benrey-liking is a sign of problems disorder. just look at all these words ive written about it.

can you imagine? this bizarrely powerful, non-human entity that can shrug off gunfire and grow to the size of a building has decided that youre his new plaything. benreys the bored guy booting up skyrim and fucking around in the console, and gordons the hapless favorite follower that hes taken a liking to. its a really fun dynamic IMO

after all this, its safe to say my title is a little misleading. the asterisk stands for * and So Is Benrey, Actually. they are both kind of awful dudes who thrive off of teasing each other and they deserve each other. and i am crazy about it. thank u for coming to my TED talk