#by the sheer fucking power of everyone coming up with reasons he was wrong

[cthulhuscoconuts]

In this essay I will argue that Descartes, henceforth refferd to as Deeznuts-

[lnkedmyheart]

I like Oda as a character, I like the way he contributes to the story and how he influences the narrative. I do not however like Oda any more than say Karma or Fitzgerald. And in my very honest opinion, the huge problem with Oda's fandom characterization comes from idolization and the cool dead guy trope. The fandom sees Oda as this affable guy but also sees him through Dazai's eye where Dazai idolized him and puts him on a pedestal. The fandom sets Oda up as this faultless, flawless, perfect man who had all his shit together and was wise beyond his years and could do no wrong, all powerful token of perfection. He goes from a flawed interesting character to a Mary sue with silly quirks for "flaws". And this is why people so often misinterpret his relationship dynamic with Dazai and the impact of his final words. People are not allowed to analyse and critique Oda as a character because the moment you say you don't like him you have to put out an apology for hurting the fandom's feelings (real event, one user on tiktok had to actually apologise).

Oda is not perfect, he is not ideal and he is not faultless. Oda is not some pure soul like people insist he is, he was an assassin and while he no longer kills he was still working for the mafia. He was still involved in an organization dealing in assassinations, murders, gang violence, trafficking and more. He's barely 22 when he dies, he is young, he is traumatized and struggling to connect. Aside from that he takes dumb as hell actions like repeatedly going to visit the kids he adopted in broad daylight while there was a literal terrorist with a vendetta against him on the loose. He also repeatedly indulges Dazai's spirals, something that Ango explicitly calls him out on. Yes it makes Dazai feel like he has a peer but Oda is literally one of the most passive personalities in Dazai's life until his death, he rarely calls Dazai out on his spirals, often indulging his worst self destructive tendencies. He also struggles to place Dazai, putting him on a pedestal and alternating between seeing him as someone born to remain in the darkness and a child on the verge of tears. Oda also repeatedly fails to understand the sheer amount of hope Dazai had during dark era, most notable in their second last meeting when Dazai desperately tries to stop him from his suicide mission by trying to give him hope. Dazai is a very hopeful character who latches onto the most minor things in his life and postpones his death for them despite being actively suicidal. Oda's final words to Dazai take away any real hope he had while telling him that he should live to serve other people. Oda's words made Dazai into a martyr who only values himself through what he can do to save the innocent.

And no, I'm not saying this to slander Oda. I'm saying this to humanize him. Nobody in bsd is perfect. Everyone is flawed and human. Oda made stupid decisions, was involved with the mafia, etc and that makes him human. That makes his ending a tragedy greater than the fall of some faultless pious hero. Oda's final words were meant to give Dazai hope to keep living, to leave the mafia in a way that he never did and to do good in a way that he never could. And the problem was that he didn't understand Dazai was always this hopeful guy. He needed to be told that he will find a reason but Oda thought he wouldn't cause Oda was actively projecting on Dazai, and that's a theme in bsd, everyone projects on Dazai. In his final moments he told this suicidal kid looking for something to keep living for, that he will never find anything to live for and to dedicate himself to other people.

Yes Oda helped Dazai escape but he also broke something in that boy. And Atsushi is desperately trying to tell him now that no, Dazai doesn't need to martyr himself for others, that he deserves to live regardless.

Ready to get cancelled but I don't like the fandom Oda. I much prefer the Oda who accidentally fucked up his last words because he was projecting too hard. Like beast universe literally exists because that versions of Dazai took Oda's words way too seriously and tried to create a world where everyone but he survives and remains happy.

[tinylongwing]

For the top 5/top 10 meme: top character arcs!

Oh jeez! Okay this is awesome, let me dig deep into my brain. Also there's no way I remember every character arc I've ever witnessed so this is just gonna be the first good ones that come to mind, haha.

For my Lord Huron folks, I'm going with Lee Green as one answer. Girl!! You champion! Takes off on her own to try and make a career work for herself in the big city of Los Angeles after bailing on 1960s Detroit and her loser boyfriend. Winds up hooked on vide noir while in the clutches of Z'Oiseau who basically just collects pretty girls as temporary trophies because he's some fucking cosmic horror creep I guess, but somehow she gets out of that? Kicks her addiction, takes back her stage name and releases multiple albums and lives her dreams. Lee, how did you manage this when basically every other character winds up dead or suffering or missing. Good heavens.

And no okay I can't resist, I'm putting another LH-er in here because my boy Johnnie Redmayne is too ridiculous. Is this even a character arc? Yes. Kid lives a life of joyous violence and hedonism in a gang, risk-taking coupled with a need to support his friends and family monetarily leads to his kidnapping and murder, but then he's like fuck that, death sucks! I don't want to die, that's boring and also getting murdered via cosmic horror drug overdose is a real big nightmare which probably unlocked some really terrible secrets he'd rather not reflect on. Nope, better to just come back, now undead, out of sheer stubborn refusal to accept death! That's way cooler. Party on, haunting desert travelers forever. Child, you're doing great and I support you.

Okay, One Piece is also like ridiculously chock full of amazing characters with the world's most unnecessarily fleshed out and traumatizing backstories, and everyone who knows me knows that I'm very much here for Trafalgar Law. Yeah yeah, and Rosinante, but look, Law is the actual major character here who grows so much as he sees his whole world burning down around him as a child, goes from self-destructive and nihilistic to learning to trust and love people again to the point where he will always put himself in harm's way before even letting anyone touch a hair on his crew's heads. Such a wholesome goth. So much found family.

Having relatively recently watched Twin Peaks (FINALLY I know) I have to put Dale Cooper in here. This is not a positive character arc, this is a man whose joy and brilliance and successes against some really dark forces led him to thinking he was capable of anything in the pursuit of justice and truth. Turns out that was probably wrong! Whoops! And now he's possibly doomed? Look, the ending of Twin Peaks is massively open-ended but Cooper is very much a deeply tragic character and I'm kind of obsessed with tragedy and bad endings.

And I'm going to stop at five or I'll never get any work done, so fifth here will be.... hm. You know what, Seo-bi from Netflix's Kingdom. I can't get enough of characters in a scientific or medical sort of role in period dramas, I think that's very very good (and Goodsir from The Terror was a very near fifth choice here for some similar reasons). But I love Seo-bi in particular because she has knowledge, she uses it, she perseveres despite so many challenges including politics and also literal zombies, and the show continually throws a couple of characters at her that look like they're supposed to be love interests and she's always like NO! Fuck off! I'm doing important medical work here, I have no time for kissing!!! And that's very powerful of her and I love that for her so much. I'm sad that this series appears to be on hold maybe forever now.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

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For BNHA I have an All Might/Inko Fake Bitter Divorcees fic that I’m unreasonably fond of.

Effectively what happens is this:

Midoriya goes to the UA Entrance Exam

He has a new Quirk

He has never used this new Quirk in his fucking life

He cannot fucking tell people this fact

This is a foolproof plan nothing will go wrong this will all be FINE

Who’s this blonde boy clapping him on the back what do you mean his Quirk is that he steals Quirks oh fuck oh god wait no

A child

EXPLODES

In the UA entrance exam

(Yes I know Monoma can’t steal OFA because it’s a stockpile quirk but I planned this before they revealed that in canon so let’s all just pretend.)

In an act of stunning teamwork, Midoriya keeps Monoma from bleeding out, some random purple haired guy with a mind control Quirk keeps him calm, and Iida Tenya runs to kidnap Setsuna, a girl who canonically regrows limbs with her Quirk, which Midoriya knew because he met her earlier that day, from the recommendation entrance exam. They manage to keep Monoma alive and regrow his arm and are only slightly horribly traumatized.

The school won’t let them leave until their parents come get them for legal reasons.

THE PROBLEM:

Everyone knows that izukus quirk was the one that made Monoma explode

He didn’t HAVE a quirk this morning

No one here can know that fact

His mom doesn’t know he has a quirk and he CANNOT let her find out like this.

So he frantically texts all might begging him to come get him instead because he cannot tell his mom like this she will have a heart attack and die and he’ll be an orphan, leaving him to succumb to the fate of shonen protagonists everywhere.

Izuku: “you don’t have to call my mom my uh,” completely unrelated adult man who meets me after school every day without parental knowledge or permission because he told me not to tell anyone. you do NOT want to call the police on this man “dad is coming to get me.”

Aizawa: we already called your mom since she was your only emergency contact.

Izuku: ohgodohno.exe

Two parents show up for Izuku.

Izuku does not HAVE two parents.

His mom KNOWS this fact.

Aizawa, who met Small Might at a meeting: … so you must be Midoriya’s father

Toshinori, sweating: … yes

Inko, who knows this is not the father of her child: I—

Izuku: HI DAD

Izuku decides the only way out is through they just have to go with this. He manages to convince his mom through a combination of whispered pleas and facial expressions to not immediately raise the alarm but that combined with the sheer animosity radiating off inko convinces everyone that Inko and Small Might are extremely bitter divorcees who have given up trying to keep it together for the kid and are just fucking at each others throats.

Shinsou is just sort of sitting in the room feeling kind of awkward that he’s a part of this. They forgot he was there.

Inko: my son doesn’t have a quirk

Toshinori: well uh, dear, you know that my side has a history of late bloomers

Inko, with enough acid to dissolve the bones of a fully grown elephant: did I know that sweetheart? Or was I just expected to somehow know that when I walked into this room?

Toshinori: … at least he has his quirk now!

Inko: ONE THAT EXPLODES ARMS?

Toshinori: I’m certain it does other things too

Shinsou, also here: :o

Izuku leverages the awkwardness to dragging his “parents” away for a family meeting in the bathroom wherein 1) they all come clean about the entire OFA business and 2) they decide that they have to just commit to the story that Izuku is all mights child and inko is his angry ex wife because if anyone ever does find out about the connection between them “I inherited his Quirk because I’m his literal biological son” is a lot better for them all than “I inherited his Quirk because it’s a highly secretive transferable quirk from the dawn of superheroes that has grown to be the most powerful quirk in history that you may be able to have too if you torture me into giving it to you.”

Also Featuring:

Shinsou, plagued by knowledge of All Mights torrid family life, because he accidentally walked in on their family meeting while all might was still in his powered form. He did not want to know these secrets. He will not be sharing them. Please go away and let him go back to not knowing things.

Iida, Shinsou, and Izuku friendship pre UA accidentally discovering the past users way sooner because shinsous practicing his Quirk on Izuku and Izukus like “hey who are those eight shadowy figures who watch me from the dark when you use your quirk on me” and shinsous like “the fucking what.”

However they conclude that izukus obviously extremely haunted and has eight angry ghosts living in his bones that they must find a way to exorcise or appease. This is in no small part because the past users are hazing the newbie. It’s okay Iida is extremely productive they will start with exorcisms from all major religions and go from there

(Iida: well if you couldn't manage it here then I don't see what "going to the Vatican" will do--I, sir, sir. If you're going to be uncouth then I'm going to have to block your number. Sir you may tell the bishop whatever you please--I--good day sir *hanging up* the nerve of some people. The Catholic Church was a wash but I’ve made contact with a Taoist Fashi for the upcoming week)

Meanwhile Inko and All Might are trying to gaslight select people in their lives into believing they were married to each other when they absolutely were not married to each other. It has varying success.

[1jemmagirl22]

Evidence pertaining to the survival of David Kostyk, an analysis

I’m already writing an overly complex fanfiction about David’s resurrection, that being said, there is sufficient evidence that he is not in fact dead as is implied and I’m going to lay out that evidence for you all here. 

First off, the obvious, there is no body, there is blood sure but no body, no remains, no nothing. For those unaware, and the only reason you’d be unaware is if you never watch fantasy or Sci-Fi tv, the number one rule, THE NUMBER ONE RULE! Of TV deaths is as follows, if there is no body, there is no death!

Second, Genya’s seeming confirmation of death was that she couldn’t hear his heartbeat, okay ya pretty damning until you remember, the only reason she could hear his heartbeat before was because Genya was being amplified by Bahgra, you know rubber powerful amplifier. Genya without an Amplifier could very easily not have had the ability to find David. 

Next off, I want to point everyone back to 2x04, when Nadia said “The Darkling has always kept him close”. David was not being chased by a Volcra, well he was but the Volcra weren’t what was closing in, it was the Necheyvo’a (Which I know I spelled wrong). These two things combined present sufficient evidence that if given the chance, even while angry, the Darkling would rather have his shadow monsters kidnap David than kill him.

All this evidence combined leads me to multiple different options for David’s return. First off, there is the possibility he could end up being kept hostage by loyal followers of the Darkling. He could be kept hostage by Sankta Lizabeta, or you know many other options on who could be holding him hostage. 

The most compelling alternate theory in regards to David’s survival is that of the resurrection plot line. Let’s all be honest, Alina’s in her How Villains are Made phase after resurrecting Mal, Jurda Parem is in play, and King of Scars (and it’s cannon resurrection I might add) is on the cusp of our screens. The sheer magnitude of resurrection chances, not even counting Nina fucking Zenik the Corpse Witch, is sufficient enough evidence to say, even if David is dead, he’ll be back at some point next season.

The most compelling, at least to me (Apart from David being alive somewhere, which he IS), of these options, is the possibility of Alina, slowly slipping into darkness, and resurrecting David for Genya. This feels like a perfect leeway into the King of Scars plot and the, *sighs* inevitable other resurrection that is to come. (But if they do this, that better fucking mean Mattias stays alive)

[variousqueerthings]

watched network and it's ofc very famous and the acting was very good, esp really interesting women in this one and it has some great moments and speeches, but idk. doesn't feel as though it has the same kind of heart to me as the other lumet films i've seen so far:

i thought it was interesting and worth watching, but both on an emotional and political level it seemed oddly disjointed to me in that way where it's abundantly clear that while it's meant to be satirising a whole swathe of ideas, some people have more innate humanity than others based on static identities (yes, the shadowy tv exec is a white dude, but so are almost everyone else. yes faye dunaway is giving a great performance as a cold, fucked up network person, but it's got great dialogue and there are other women in the film. black characters? well...) i don't even think it's anti-establishment as such, even though it does start there and probably wants to be and also could have been if it had been more focused

with parts that were tremendously good, especially the ex-wife speaking her part + the network executive describing the power of capitalist-fuelled "entertainment" in shaping peoples' opinions and how that plays now with especially american politics more shaped by that notion than what people have done politically a lot of the time, and other parts that were highly suspicious in their cold seemingly satirical dehumanisations, such as the depiction of a far-left liberation terrorist group based on the symbionese liberation army that is ultimately a hollow inclusion of leftist ideas (whether or not those ideas are positive it's just shallow) and certainly puts you in mind of what the fanatical ultra-radical hypocritical left looks like (and it looks like it's run by politically messy black people), or the anti-arab rhetoric that seems to come out of nowhere all of a sudden, twice! (and this without a single arab onscreen....)

that's it for me in the end -- where everything else I've seen so far of sidney lumet (12 angry men, dog day afternoon, serpico, running on empty.... so yes, i have a fair few yet to watch!) seems to be offering humanity within plots that have surface-level similarities, this one just seems very "throws ideas at a wall about being angry at... something, but it seems the people causing the trouble consist of a. the soulless network executives and capitalist CEOs (sure, yeah, ok) b. the shadowy arabs somewhere (huh?) c. the ultra-left, led by black people (.... wait) who ultimately will also cave to the great spectre of Ratings and d. literally everyone else who watches tv"

sometimes "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore" begs the question... who are you mad at, exactly? and this movie, in failing to answer that beyond a vague "... society? tv...?" kind of way rather than being more specific and direct, falls into some very biased obvious ideas, and also I think is at the core of why there are so many "woah this movie predicted everything!!!" type articles. it's a blank space that doesn't have a clear political idea and so people can fill that space however they want

i didn't really speak much to the "prophetic" nature of the movie, but that does also feel not-entirely-wrong-but-not-quite-right, I think people exaggerate -- it is resonant, especially today, but it's also based in the times it was made in: soulless network execs? they existed in the 70s. people doing extreme things that got a bunch of ratings? happened in the 70s. prophets on-air asking you to get mad? you got that in the 70s. like it wasn't ronald reagan and donald trump or the sheer amount of reality tv, but like. it's all structures being built in the 70s already

and I do give it a lot of reasonable doubt in intention, because as far as I know sidney lumet was always making movies with a clear idea about what he felt, and so I guess I can say who he is mad at, but the movie itself? feels more like an indictment against itself by trying to float a hopeless endless churn of soulless tv vs. the self-fulfillment that seemingly comes from pursuing a more wholesome (het, white, marriage-based, american) lifestyle that can "save" you from the trap of tv's ensnaring entertainment cycle. as if those two things aren't inherently connected

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Iron Widow, Chapters 1-5

Wu Zetian is a vicious woman and I love it. I adore it.

I can appreciate a main character that's a little bit feral. It's hardly like she's wrong to be so, either. She lives in an extremely misogynist society, her feet have been broken and bound into "lotus feet", and her sister was killed. Used as energy to power a giant mech that fights alien bugs. I think, though, that while these all might be reasons for her attitude, I don't think they're the end-all be-all, as though she were a perfectly docile women enriched in feminine manner before. No, I think her internal drive, her anger, all of it are intrinsically herself.

Important because these are nominally masculine traits that I haven't often seen depicted in a female lead. Usually I tend to see the modern-typical example of fantasy womanhood, that of competence, coolness, a collected attitude over a mental storm. It's anecdotal, I totally admit, but my experience so far with our heroine has been so refreshing for my personal reading life that I can't help but bring it up. I wonder, a bit idly, if Author Zhao's editor often argued with them about Zetian's character. If whomever was overseeing was worried that Zetian would come off as "bitchy" or "unlikable". Something I've seen a time or seven when a lady character expresses herself in any way that is less than perfectly "reasonable".

In a book so steeped in gender and its roles, it's hard not to talk about its parallels in the real world. I expect I'll have much to say about it down the line, as well.

For the rest, the substance of the story, I want to say that I appreciate the kind of earnestness Author Zhao presents their world with. It's a bombastic, vibrant, up-front world. The last thing I would expect from a book is a type chart that shows the five elements' strengths and weaknesses on the front page. The mechs transform in response to spiritual energy, and their forms are shown int he first pages. Ah! It tickles me how unapologetically fucking radical it is. So far there have been no long sermons on why having animal mechs that become bipeds are tactically the best choice for humanity's defense, and I hope there never is. I'm with you, I am along for this ride, my disbelief is liberated from my body by sheer force of my love for giant robots.

For the meat of what's happened, as I've said, Zetian's sister has been killed. Her spiritual energy was used up by Yang Guang to pilot the Nine-Tailed Fox. This is seen as business-as-usual by everyone in society, even Zetian's own family. And it is frustratingly heartbreaking that it's so, everyone seems to be on the page that this was the best possible thing she could have done with her life. To be fuel. Because isn't it? Isn't it better to give up a life to the Prince-class Pilot than let the Hundun threat breach the wall?

No. No, not in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Because the truth is that she never gave her life willingly, the society around her told her, her entire life, that it was all she was worth. That's not a choice, nor a noble sacrifice. It's a tragedy that these women are all doing this, clinging to the faintest hope they'll be a Balanced Match when they're given over as Concubine to a pilot.

Yizhi, ah you sweet boy. He wants nothing more than to save Zetian's life. There's no way she'll ever assassinate Yang Guang and come out alive. But the fact of the matter is that Zetian doesn't want to live under this system anymore, doesn't want to deal with the inevitable pile of bullshit that would fall on her and him. She's poised, hairpin in hand, to strike at everything shes grown to hate. Yizhi can do nothing about it at this point, even if they could have had a quiet life. But of course they can't, and not just because of Zetian's decision, or because Yizhi didn't "fight hard enough" for her. Their entire society set this split into motion, and it's all the more sad for it.

And all the more gross when we meet with the selection process for a new Concubine Pilot. It's exactly what you expect. They're all told to, in essence, be emotionally responsible for Yang Guang. To comfort him, to give him anything he wants, even their bodies. Even their minds. Seeing as how piloting is a melding of minds, after a fashion. Be meek and submit, they all say. I find it no surprise that the very picture of this "ideal submissive woman" was Zetian's biggest obstacle to getting picked. Xiao is everything Zetian isn't, all her fierceness is in guarding the system built to use her, and she folds to the words of authority in moments. It's why Zetian is ultimately picked, she'll be interesting for awhile and then, like all the rest, she'll be gone. Sooner the less fun prettyboy Yang has, I presume.

It might be the very battle that starts now.

[lou-blooms-bitch]

rant/ramble

i just seen this tiktok hold on

and all the comments were like

help her ????

call the cops ?????

@haylee 💌: why wouldn’t you report ts ? gross.

someones actual comment btw

like dude i get it trust me i do but what the hell do you want her to do ????

first of all the police are fucking stupid as shit do you fr think theyll ACTUALLY help if she reported it ?? secondly the police wont do shit unless the victim themselves come to them and say he did xyz to me theyre not just gonna go off some random girls word whos not in the relationship and investigate it. and lastly HAVE SOME COMMON SENSE ??????

ugh i feel awful saying that but like seriously.. use your fucking head dude. the police dont give a fuck when victims THEMSELVES come forward, why would they with some random girl whos not even part of the relationship ?? like it fucking sucks OBVIOUSLY it sucks but is there anything you can do to change it ? no.

the police are corrupt and fucking dismissive pricks ESPECIALLY in the states. the sad truth is you need to realize that what you think the police are, they never will be. and its shit i know but the police force in the US is built on corruption and power, they dont give a shit about your humanity.

and then the girl posting that tiktok IN GENERAL is just a bit sick. cuz like she said this

like dude you have nearly seven MILLION followers.. the sheer amount of reach she has is astounding and that video itself got 6.2 million views, posting something like that and then not saying who it is just looks like youre trying to get some traction

(which i doubt she is because i dont wanna assume the worst but truly you never know with content creators)

like i cant even think of what else it might look like. and the whole “i wish i could tell more but for her safety i cant” thing in the description brings another question, why the fuck did you post it in the first place ????? do you see where im coming from with the whole like wanting internet traction thing.. its just fucking grim

like genuinely who is this video helping ?? the whole vibe of it is just rubbing me the wrong way too cuz she used that peter griffin i did not care for the godfather audio and like im for SURE looking too deep into this but my tumblr gonna tumbl blah blah whatever.. but using that audio to announce to MILLIONS of people that a famous tiktoker abuses his girlfriend just leaves a gross taste in my mouth.

and going back to the who is this video helping point, the answer is nobody. if you cant say who or more about it because her safety will be compromised then maybe just maybe you shouldnt have said anything in the first place ??? because then that just opens up a whole other thing with people speculating on who it is.

like the girl people think it is has a FUCK ton of comments on her page now saying its okay blah blah youll get through this and whatnot which im not mad about it in the slightest i think its very sweet that people are there for her, but its also just like dude.. youve aired her personal issues out to the internet.. for what reason ?

to help her ? you said in the description that you cant say more for her safety, but now people are in her comments saying all this stuff and its like you’ve basically said her full government name out there by posting the video which as said allows speculation to begin.

idk the whole video just rubbed me in a complete 180° angle. if someones safety is even slightly compromised by an action, even if its just ONE action, you shouldnt do ANY actions.

that sounds like im trying to say she shouldnt help her at all omg.. im trying to say she shouldnt be airing her shit out to the entire internet.

because if it is the girl who everyones saying it is, shes gonna get the shitty end of the stick for it. not the one who posted this in the first place, not the commenters who speculated, fuck not even me whos posting about it on fucking tumblr, SHE will have to deal with the pain.

like to me overall this just looks like the OP wanted some clout and took advantage of a persons shitty situation and took advantage of a fun tiktok trend going around right now. none of it looks like it was done to help her in any way shape or form.

i really hope that this is all just a lie for clout. as shitty as that is its better than someone actually being abused and having someone else that they probably confided in with trust, use it for internet interactions.

and if this all is true i hope, i really fucking hope that the girls okay. abuse is such a fucked up thing to go through, mental, physical, sexual, emotional, fucking any type of abuse is traumatic and will leave scars on parts of your humanity you didnt even know could be scarred. and i hope that the OP is helping her, like ACTUALLY helping her.. not just posting some fucking tiktok for likes.

but yeah i dont have much else to say on this. i think OP is fucked for posting that tho. as said, if someone’s safety can be compromised by a single action, dont do any actions at all.

[realcube]

WRATH & LUST . t.kei / y.tadashi

synopsis ✧ you hate tsukishima kei. you do everything in your power to make his life miserable but nothing works. now you have no choice but to fuck his best friend

cws/tags ✧ college au , enemies to enemies who screw, cursing, fob, smut, vaginal, oral (giving), degredation, impact play, begging, squirting — minors dni

parts ✧ i. ii. iii. iv.

completely taken back, his jaw drops and a heat rises to his face, painting his features a deep red he can only attempt to hide with his palm. "what is wrong with you?" he stammers from the sheer disbelief.

"aw," you say in a mocking tone, "don't be embarrassed, tsukishima. okay, maybe be a bit embarrassed. but it's normal to be insecure about that ki—"

"what is wrong with you? is this a joke to you?!" he repeats, far more ferociously this time, while pushing you back against the bed, cornering you, "you are a disgusting, perverted asshole and you're going to rot in hell. never come near me again!" his disgruntled yet rigid facade has slowly devolved throughout the conversation, leaving him as a screaming, livid mess.

"so, what i'm hearing is, you want to screw me so bad."

tsukishima can't stand that shit-eating look on your face; he wants to shut you up somehow, prove he's the one in charge. and he does so by slamming his lips down against yours, finally freed from the tightness across his abdomen. he's not sure what provoked him to take this course of action but as soon as your lips meet, he embraces it by groaning into the kiss and leaning into it.

instinctually you stumble backwards at the abrupt — although, not unforeseen — contact, and due to your close proximity to the bed, you fall back onto the downy sheets with tsukishima refusing to break the kiss and following suit. albeit he's able brace himself with his arms to avoid landing on you.

your lips move eagerly against his, to his surprise, and you even snake your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. unaware of how passionately you longed for this until you were one, melting into his touch and soaking up his intoxicating scent.

the desire and yearning snuck up on the poor, unwitting man too. one second he wanted you dead , now he's grinding his throbbing bulge against the fabric of your skirt, itching to tear your clothes right off. things change so quickly it's impossible for him to keep track of how he's supposed to feel, in this moment he found it easiest to listen to his primal impulse, that's telling him to pin your ankles up by your ears and not stop until he's satisfied. he didn't care if fucking you went against what he believed in. it ought to teach you an important lesson, anyway.

his erection stiffened against your skin, the snug sensation of your thighs capturing his cock prompted him to hook an arm under your knees, making them bend so he could see up your skirt. for this reason, only, he parted from your frenzied kiss so he could appraise your pussy.

having seen your panties on the ground — and literally chucked them at you — he knew you weren't wearing any, yet the sight of your vulnerable, moist cunt still pleasantly surprised him. "zero shame. bare pussy out 'n everything." a sly smirk spread across his features as he ran a slender finger between your folds, assessing how wet you were.

perhaps it was rude of him to think this but as he examined your damp, puckered hole, he can't help but wonder how the reserved, benign yamaguchi managed to get you so soaked. regardless, he swore to himself that by the time he was done with you, yamaguchi's name would no longer be a word in your vocabulary, he'd fuck the memories right out of you.

two fingers penetrate your hole, raw from how hard yamaguchi fucked you, not even ten minutes ago. the discomfort caused a hiss to slip through your defences, and as he moved his fingers inside you, slowly gaining momentum and speed, he snarled, "be quiet. unless you want everyone to hear how much of a desperate whore you are."

his digits increase in vigour and aggression, piercing into you, the palm of his hand colliding with your clit in rapid succession. the pleasure he sent wracking through you was unreal; all the nasty names were so worth it, soon enough your moans will be loud enough to drown out his annoying voice anyway. your back arched at the brutal, startling simulation, resulting in long whines being drawn out of you. he scowled; on one hand, he scorned how overt you were being, but on the other, the thought of the whole floor hearing him make you his bitch was exciting, the blood rushing to his cock almost making him light-headed.

tsukishima concentrated on your twitching figure as he fingered you mercilessly. from recently having your hole abused by yamaguchi's dextrous tongue, you found yourself approaching your orgasm prematurely, and he took note of that. so just as you were about to come undone around his fingers, he halted.

your eyes, that had previously been squeezed shut, heaved open to stare at him with a bemused and dismayed expression, which was exactly what he was hoping for. "what? did you think i was going to let you enjoy that? you must be an idiot."

he sharply yanked his fingers out, and you gasped as the stark, cool air flooded against your sensitive hole. you roll your eyes at his smartass judgement; he's a lot hotter when his mouth his closed.

your skirt is lazily dropped onto the floor once tsukishima pulls it off. he runs his thumb over your slit before he climbs off the bed and begins to undo his belt, and you can't help but breathe a deadened sigh of relief now that he was finally getting to the real deal.

"take your top off." he muttered while his eyes are drilled to his belt buckle.

you scoff to yourself and lay on your back with your legs spread. "you should be grateful i let you take my skirt off."

"take it off or i'll rip it off you." he asserts with sparing you a glance.

you pout; not wanting him to think he is the boss of you, but having witnessed his deranged behaviour, you wouldn't put it past him to tear your shirt off. so begrudgingly, you peel your top off from over your head. neatly fold it and put it on the side. only for tsukishima to pick it up and cast it onto the floor, just to be petty.

you'd bark something back at him in response, but you become distracted by the fact his trousers have been fully removed, leaving him in only his briefs, the front of which has been lowered to free his cock. tip teasing your entrance, it pokes your hole and retreats, a string of thick slick connecting you.

"you're too easy." he mused, swiping his finger over your pussy to break the strand. his tip continued to poke and prod at your entrance, whenever you thought he was about to penetrate, he'd immediately pull away. at first you thought he was prepping his cock, but this went on for over two minutes.

eventually you groaned, "are you going to give it to me or not?"

"so needy." he chuckled, shallowly thumbing your slit, "not until you beg for it."

"you're dreaming." you jeer, while he casually picks up your legs and rests them on his shoulders.

there is a chance he is dreaming, or maybe you just don't know what you're missing yet. an obscene squelching noise sounds from your pussy as he forces his tip into you, and you bite your lip to cope with how you already feel strained with only his tip. it's uncomfortable yet you are still thirty for more.

"kei.." you whine, "please."

a smug look crosses his face but it drops when he realises that is all you have to say, he expecting that to be the beginning of a chorus of pleas and prayers, but you haven't resumed. "is that all?" he asks in a derisive manner, "you're going to have to do better than that."

"i said please, tsukishima." your voice is low, and your walls twitch around his tip, "i need all of you."

"all of what?"

you sigh through your nose and cast your watery gaze aside, looking to yamaguchi's plain walls for an ounce of comfort, muttering, "all of your dick. i want it so bad."

his firm grip finds your jaw and forces you to face him, "look at me. i want to see the humiliation in your eyes." he states nonchalantly. his grasp doesn't let up, though it relaxes ever so slight to allow you to talk again.

"please, kei. please give it to me." you beg, any semblance of dignity that remained being thrown out the window. "i need you so so much. please help me."

his eyes look down upon you; cold and unforgiving, as always. what you can't tell is that behind his forbidding exterior, he is starting to warm up to you. he detects a level of sincerity that wasn't there before, and it pleases him.

but to you he reads as unwavering, so you carry on, "fuck, kei. please. you're the only one that ca— ngh!"

a unstifled moan is pried from you as, without warning tsukishima pushes into you, exhaling a small sigh of pleasure at how your creamy walls encase him so nicely. "that's right. so fucking cock-hungry."

so tight too, it's like he only just fits inside. he'd never tell you that though, your ego doesn't need to be any bigger than it already is. be that as it may, he's starting to understand why yamaguchi wanted to keep you as his little secret for so long.

his whole length dug into you, the fullness of your pussy pulling a guttural moan from you. he bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to burst by simply watching your face contort and your body writhe due to his cock. "aren't you going to thank me?"

"thank you.." you mewl, eyes tightly shut.

"no. what did i tell you." he grunted, your lewd expressions making it difficult for him to restrain himself, "look at me."

you prised your heavy lids up, so cock-drunk already it proved challenging to focus your eyes on him. "thank you."

satisfied with your proclamation of gratitude, his cock rams into you, treating your voracious pussy to flood of pain and pleasure. he was in complete control of every movement he made; his thrusts are vicious yet calculated.

by keeping his hands on your hips and manoeuvring your whole body to his whims, he is able to pull his entire length out of you then pump it right back in. he made use of every single inch of your plush walls, using you as a squirming fleshlight to milk himself dry.

being fucked by tsukishima was like nothing you've ever experienced. he's distant yet every action is so deliberate, and he maintains a steady pace throughout, pulling so far out that when he plunges back into you, the collision of both of your hips causes your tits to shake. perhaps that was intentional as that was were tsukishima's eyes were fixed to. you assume this is the closest thing mankind has to robot sex.

his breath hitches, grinding his teeth together; he's teetering on an orgasm, and has been doing so since his tip first entered your velvety hole, but has had to resist spilling into you too early because he knows you'll ridicule him to hell.

but the bliss from your wet, plump walls hugging his cock, as he slides all the way in and out of you grows to be too much. precum is leaking into you and you can both feel it.

it's been around five minutes since he started railing you, he figures that's long enough, so he lets himself burst inside you, his hot cum flooding into you and coating your insides. even once he's done, he doesn't pull out, basking in your warmth while his fingers get to work.

you're whining profanities under your breath, tits bouncing while his cock vehemently destroys your pussy; may as well split you down the middle. there's a break in your moans when he ejaculates in you, relishing the congestive sensation, though you expect the onslaught of stimulation to end now that tsukishima has finished.

you couldn't be more wrong.

his fingers spring to your clit without hesitation: rubbing, pinching and flicking. soon enough, the familiar knot that has been curling within you splits; your back arches as far as it can, a sensual scream emits from your throat, and your pussy clenches around him as you reach your first orgasm courtesy of tsukishima kei.

puffs and wheezes fill the room, your chests both rise and fall, almost in sync, complemented by the air of boundless wrath and lust that surrounded the pair of you. your given a moment to come down from your high before tsukishima asks, "how many times did you do it with yamaguchi?"

"what?" you gasp. you think you know what he said but you ask anyway, in hopes that you misheard.

"how many times did you have sex with tadashi?" he speaks up, and unfortunately he said what you initially suspected.

"why are you thinking about me and tadashi right now?" you interrogate, mindful of the fact you are having sex in his bed.

"answer the question."

you groan, too exhausted to argue with him right now, "like, maybe four. why?"

staring at your spent body, you've noted him getting stiffer inside you. and when you say 'four', he nods politely and pulls out. only to ram right back into you, causing you to yelp and tense up, though that only vitalised him more, having your walls clamp down on his hard cock.

"what the hell?!" you squeal, gripping onto the sheets for stability.

"i'm going to fuck you four times over." he states plainly, starting his metrical thrusting once again, slightly hindered by his own cum stuck to your walls, thus forcing it deeper into you.

you grab your own thighs for comfort, biting your bottom lip as he trashes your insides. "but i already finished." you stutter out.

"wow, the bitch can count." he declares sarcastically, pushing this glasses back up the bridge of his nose while his hips fiercely work against you, "so how many are left?" he asks mockingly.

"three." you grit with your jaw nailed shut.

"three." he repeats in confirmation, his watch devoted to how your greedy pussy swallowed him up; so defiled and raw, yet well-behaved and doting.

his cock was ruthless, tearing into mercilessly and asserting his power over each and every inch of your juicy walls. although, even as he ploughed into you, the thought still crossed your mind that you are lucky tsukishima asked how many times you and yamaguchi had sex, opposed to how many times he made you cum. otherwise, you'd be here all night.

with how wet he was making you, soon there was such an amalgamation of fluid in your cunt that sloppy, drenched sounds bleated through the room, joining the chorus of wanton moans and gasps for air. this new sound prompted him to grunt, "'m not gonna stop until i make this filthy pussy squirt."

you've never done that before but with the way he is laying into you, if you're capable of doing it, you know for a fact he's going to be the one to achieve it. the mixture of his dirty talk and cock tirelessly ravaging — yes, ravage, not ravish — you, the warmth inside you didn't even get a chance grow or be nurtured before you were already releasing yourself all over him for the second time.

he couldn't even tease you for it though, because the impossible hold your pussy had on his sensitive cock threw him over the edge before he knew what hit him either. your tight hole wrung him for whatever he had left. "shit." he spat. couldn't even pull out until your climax had finished and your grip on him loosened. once he slipped it out, he loathed how much of his own cum covered his dick. "filthy fuckin' hole."

gathering saliva in his mouth, he spat on your already soiled pussy, slick with fluids beyond your knowledge by now. his searing saliva making contact with your cunt and dripping down your ass didn't bother you as much as it should, you're far too fucked out.

it didn't help when kei put his hands to work; one abusing your clit and the other fingering your hole. a whimper leaves you in response to him at it again, so hastily. he simply rolls his eyes at your feeble noises, "don't pretend like you don't want this. you can't get enough it."

you bring your hand up to your mouth, pressing the back of it against your lips and whining it while he fingerblasted you, poking at the most delicious spot.

"tell me to stop and i will." he demanded, glaring at you through knitted brows, awaiting a reply.

you choked, knowing you love it too much for it to end. the way he squirms his fingers inside you is like magic, bring heat and passion to places you've never experienced before. in fact you're so obsessed and overcome by it, no words can even form in your mind, it's too clouded with pleasure. instead, you just gaze at him with that carnal glint in your eyes; a look that speaks a thousand words.

he smirks, "that's what i thought."

his fingers continued to jerk in and out of you at a rapid rate, he even slipped in another one for good measure, rewarded by your inarticulate cries for mercy, soon followed by the known feeling of your tenacious pussy around him as you climaxed.

wiping his fingers clean against the bedsheets, he lightly lifts his cock — which was given time to harden as he watched your body shake in lust-fuelled daze — and he frowns when he realises how messy it has become.

naturally, he yanks you by the wrists, so you are sat upright on the bed. he then points to his cock, but doesn't say a word, he wants you to know what to do.

and unfortunately, you do. let it be known you only leaned forward to suck and lick it clean because after three orgasms, you don't have the core strength to sit up straight. you're only able to use your mouth to clean half, for the rest you try to use your hands to wipe, that is until he grabs your wrist.

"don't try to pretend that a whore like you can't deepthroat."

you never have, but you figure with tsukishima staring down at you impatiently, burning holes into the top of your head, now would be a better time than any to try. you slowly push yourself forward on his length, allowing it to slither down your throat, careful as to not trigger your gag reflex.

though you were only able to take an extra inch or two before you started convulsing around him. you reel away from him and gasp for air, temporarily suffering from a short coughing fit.

tsukishima just rolled his eyes, using his hand to get rid of the fluid closer to his base that you didn't get. "for a total slut, you're not very good at it."

once you eventually stop coughing, you glare at him and he smiles, motioning for you to lie back down. you gladly do so, spreading your legs. when he takes them in his arms, you assume he is going to place them on his shoulders like last time, but rather, he depressed them until they are both as far down as their go towards your head and he essentially has you pinned in a mating press.

your thighs burn though it's not the worst pain you've felt today by far. he savours the sight of both of your holes on display for him now, and runs a ponderous finger between them, grazing each one lightly. he momentarily considers using your other, pristine hole but quickly shuts that idea down, having never done anal and not interested in new endeavours today.

he keeps a firm grip on your legs, keeping them in place as he slides into you, aided by the fluids pooling at your pussy. he's quick to reestablish a rhythm in his hips — a lusty man who doesn't tire that quick — but the effects of the previous highs are beginning to show, as each thrust becomes sporadic and wild.

yet he's invigorated by your insatiable hole, he knows you need him and he's going to give you everything he has. not because he likes you or anything, no, your orgasms aren't for yourself, they're for him. his knees are buckling, and sweat is dripping from his chin to get revenge for you sleeping with his best friend, and teach you the consequences of your actions, or something like that.

something hot brimmed inside you as he pounded into your pussy, it was savage and scorched your core. it boiled and stirred within you, expanding by the second. "kei.." you want to explain the feverish sensation to him, and beg him to help you release it, every drop. but you're so spaced, that is all you can stammer out.

"(y/n)." he grumbles, embarrassed by how he's overjoyed inside your sweet walls. they just hold him so tightly, and he knows what’s impending now that they're refusing to let him go. "look at me."

his commands fall of deaf ears, and you use any strength you have left to rock into his length, and you lose yourself in the sound of him slapping against your ass and your own winded moans.

though you're instantaneously snapped back into reality as a harsh impact stings your cheeks. you gasp quietly, refocussing your eyes and looking up at tsukishima. did he really just hit you? and why did you kinda like it?

those were the last coherent thoughts you could muster, as his furious pace perserveres and he yells, "look at me for fucks' sake!" frustrated with your purposeful defiance, he angrily pushes your legs down further so your ass lifts off the bed and he can plough into you from above.

"look at me when i talk to you, okay?"

this time you nod timidly, pure ecstasy luring you to roll your eyes back or throw your head in all sorts of direction in order to deal with it, but you somehow resist, not daring to take your stare off him for even a moment. your blinks become heavy and long, tempting you to simply close your eyes and be escorted to realm of passion, but each time you pry your lids open again to face his anguished state.

he can't help but be slightly charmed by how hard you're trying. so obedient, perhaps he has finally fucked you clueless. "good. see," he pants, grinding into you while rolling your nipples between his fingers, trying to distract himself from how close is, "things are so much easier when you listen."

the burning inside your abdomen persists, a uncomfortably horny warning. it's got a hold of you and won't let up. kei's cock tickles your cervix but even then, you need more to take you all the way.

and he knows this; he's a quick learner so by the fourth round, he already knows the tells of your supple body for when you are about to climax, and currently, he reads them all over you. so like any cruel person would, he slowly right down, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you high, without facilitating an orgasm.

"kei.."

"full name."

you know exactly what he playing at, and alas, you are desperate enough to go along. "tsukishima." you croak.

"and what is it you want?"

"to finish.." you virtually sob, you can feel it gradually slip away from you, dissolving in the pit of your stomach. "please."

"and what are you?"

a best friend; a top student; a beloved sister. so many valid options, yet you know exactly which one will appease him. "a cock-hungry slut."

"perfect." he beams, strangely amiable for a split second, before he starts ramming into you again, even more violently. using every ounce of stamina he has left in him to dick you down, squeezing his shaft all the way in and out of you, hips knocking against your ass.

there's a dam inside you, and as he wildly thrashed against your wall, you felt it start to crumble. hot liquid gushes out of your pussy, ejaculating more with each sloppy thrust, spurting out over the sheets and his lower half.

you were barely able to pay attention to what happened down there, as piping release rushed through you, giving rise to a shriek-like moan and spasms in your overstimulated pussy, unable to bear the ache any longer.

watching you squirt around his dick — in tandem with your fluttering hole, bouncing tits and trembling legs — a salacious image; it didn't take tsukishima much else before he was unfolding and dumping his final load within the confines of your quivering walls.

your high had subsides by the time you let go of his cock, and he pulled out from you with a intense gasp, as though he had been submerged under water and came up for air.

he let go of your legs, allowing them to fall down to their usual place. his heart is thumping in his chest, and so is yours. having been standing the whole time, he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, situated in front of you. looking over his shoulder, his eyes remain glued to your twitching body, entranced by how your bare chest rises and falls.

you're not over what just happened. he was in you for so long, your pussy feels empty without him, but relieved. you lock eyes with him, and he's a mess. damp hair stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, skin gleaming with sweat and glasses that had sunk to the end of his nose. it should be illegal to look so good while in such a state.

absent-mindedly, you reach out while still lying down and push his glasses back up his nose. though there isn't a lull in his blank demeanour, he says, "thanks."

you weakly smile back, "no problem."

he grimaces at your sickeningly sweet display, "don't get the wrong idea. i still hate you."

"i’d hate me too."

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

One Piece - Volume 43

You'll all be happy to know I finally skipped through the first two chapters of Higurashi Watanagashi to get the Steam achievement I've been missing this whole time. More relevantly,

See you tomorrow for another Higurashi post. Unless I end up being too busy to write it on time or something. More relevantly,

Chapter 410 - Super-Size Nami

Zoro is trying to guess what Sniper King's real name is.

I thought he thought his name was Sogeking.

Lufpy and Matt Engarde are still fighting.

Nami and the feminist who's even better than a German person are still fighting too.

Wendell Wendell Chopper is suddenly there.

Chapter 411 - Nami vs. Kalifa

Wendell Wendell Chopper is fucking shit up. Sanji is depressed and gonna get crushed by the floor. The feminist who's even better than a German person is even more confused than an Icelandic person.

Nami realizes she needs to get wet, so she elaborately activates water.

Cute. <3

Oh, this is a powerful Nami. What a great chapter this is turning out to be.

Hooray!!! This is the correct amount of Namis.

Chapter 412 - You Missed Your Chance

Hooray for her stupid commitment to the bit. <3

Okay I love that the "stupidly-shaped shadow clones" combat technique also involved the "normally-shaped one" being a shadow clone. ...Sorry for being so normal about all this, it's just hard for my impenetrably goofy persona to withstand the sheer power of Nami. Such is her nature as the greatest member of the crew.

Okay, I'll go back to abnormal now. Probably.

The feminist disperses the shadow clones with a big wall, but Nami uses her Ultra Lightning Beam to kill the feminist.

Kyngpin comes and asks her about Wendell Wendell Chopper.

holy shit

Wendell Wendell Chopper pays Zoro and Sniper King a visit. Zoro starts to feel bad for him, and says "Puppy is clearly dying :(".

The napping animal rights activist decides he doesn't care that much about animal rights, and that he'll instead make the puppy die faster. Zoro decides to do a Cool Attack as a political protest.

Kyngpin and Nami show up to solve every problem simultaneously. It's really convenient for everyone involved.

Chapter 413 - Hunter

Spamton NEO stabs Nico Robin with an elephant.

Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off stabs a random rock with a giraffe face.

The napping animal wrongs activist stabs Sniper King with a clever ruse.

Nami starts yelling about Usopp for some reason.

Sanji gets tired of not getting to beat anyone up this arc and decides to beat up the napping animal wrongs activist.

Chapter 414 - Sanji vs. Jabra

THAT'S THE HOMESTUCK NUMBER!!! Wait, no it isn't.

Sanji explains that having the floor falling towards his head was a good thing, not a bad thing. Nami says that it's a bad thing that it was a good thing.

SANJI WANTS SNIPER KING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT WOMEN!!!

What happens next is a Sanji fight, which is to say that it's not very interesting.

Chapter 415 - Heat Up

It still isn't very interesting.

Nothing is very interesting about it.

Hrmm? What the...? His leg is Finding Dory...!!

Sanji wins by using his Finding Dory leg to unleash a homing attack aimed directly at the napping animal wrongs activist's Dory.

Chapter 416 - Zoro vs. Kaku

Oh no! Sanji has developed a God Complex!

Kyngpin asks if Lufpy wants help fighting Matt Engarde, but Lufpy says no, because then it wouldn't be a 1v1 anymore. Instead, he tells Kyngpin to just walk past Matt Engarde and ignore the fact that Matt Engarde is guarding the door. (Ohhh... is THAT why he's called Matt EnGARDE?! Because he's a GUARD?! I only just now realized that.)

Meanwhile, Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off is playing Minecraft with his friend Zoro. :)

Chapter 417 - Asura

Wanze! Wanze! Wanze! He’s a cook. He’s a cooooook. He’s a cook, cook, cook. Wanze! Mad! Mad, mad!

Okay, Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off giving a whole speech about how he can use his adaptability to use his long limbs for an attack even if he has a short neck, and then immediately just using a long neck attack... is a pretty good joke.

Anyway, Zoro and Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off continue exchanging blows until they get all tuckered out and Zoro ends it all with a super move.

Chapter 418 - Luffy vs. Rob Lucci

Nico Robin hates the floor, so she decides to eat it.

Lufpy was wrong about Kyngpin being able to just walk past Matt Engarde.

However, Lufpy uses a super move to let Kyngpin just walk past him.

Chapter 419 - Legend of a Hero

Spamton NEO isn't tired of harassing Nico Robin yet. Kyngpin shows up but he does it wrong. Spamton NEO explodes. Everyone shows up and does it correctly, including Kyngpin who I guess is getting a do-over.

Sniper King helps Kyngpin complete his key collection.

[where-your-eyes-dont-go]

It’s not just that she sees everyone she’s in conflict as resembling Madison, Emma, or Sophia on a personal level—its that every conflict is viewed in the same way she views conflicts with them. She can’t model any conflict situation without eventually defaulting to the bully-victim framework she’s internalized. Hell, her view of power and how to maintain it comes from her experience getting bullied.

Why is this person trying to hurt me/others? Because they’re bullies, and they enjoy hurting others. Taylor will often act as if those who hurt her have no reason to do so other than sheer vindictive glee. She doesn’t understand why the trio started going after her, so she internalized that there doesn’t need to be a reason, that certain people are just bad like that. This often leads to her forgetting that her attackers have other goals beyond hurting her at all. We can see her start to adopt this feeling whenever she’s especially stressed, like her flip from “the PRT is a harmful but necessary institution” to “the PRT should be razed to the ground, we don’t need them,” seemingly forgetting or ignoring that they were doing anything she approved off once they hurt her and hers specifically.

How do I deal with this person? Resisting a bully will make them find something worse to do to you later on. Either take your licks quietly or put them down decisively. Taylor tends to vaccinate between “extremely demure” and “killing instinct” when dealing with people. We first see this in action in her response to Rachel attacking her in the loft, going from “shield yourself as best you can and take it” to “rip her fucking ear off” as soon as she realized fighting back was an option. We continue to see it in her pretending to obey Coil until he attacked (at which point she unleashed the goddamn gates of hell on top of him), or trying to trade her life to the PRT and dealing with Tagg and Alexandria’s headgames until a line was crossed (at which point their deaths weren’t even a question).

How do I stay unchallenged among a group that could potentially tear me apart if I give them the idea they can? Find a target they won’t mind seeing get kicked and absolutely ruin them. They might see you as a ringleader of a crusade to join in on, and they’ll know what you could do to them. Sophia wasn’t wrong that Taylor picked up some things from her: namely, how to keep the boardwalk under her thumb. Yeah, she organized rebuilding efforts and gave them food, but she also made sure to find a merchant to target and drive out even when just introducing herself, and continued to use incredibly brutal methods against Merchants, E88, and ABB members in a very public way. Bullies don’t get challenged by the rest of the school. A crusading warlord won’t get challenged by her people.

“Tick tock,” the bearded man said.  Using tactics to make us feel rushed to make a decision.  My mom had employed that on me, once, as something illustrative.  I’d been too young to appreciate the lesson, at the time.  I’d mostly been pissed off.

So one of the more notable things about Taylor's narration in Worm is how she framed so much in the language of bullies and victims, even without realizing it. Armsmaster was just a bully, Alexandria was just a bully, Scion was just a bully. When she's questioning her own actions at the end she does it by wondering if she was just a bully. Its an all-time great of characterizing narration for me, a view of the world through a trauma-created binary of relations.

In Ward, Victoria is more conscious of how her trauma affects her view in a lot of ways—at least, her trauma surrounding Amy and the resulting problems with trust and intimacy. She often knows when she's being paranoid. She'll talk about how freaked out she is by someone acting like Amy did when they were younger, and admit to herself that she's being unfair even as her walls come up. I had thought up to this point that this would be the main narrative distortion the text would deal in, but of course people are more complicated then that. And while the Wretchification was more impactful, the more immediate betrayal that's affecting Victoria right now, the one that set this whole story in motion, was her mom's.

It seems like Victoria may be prone to seeing interpersonal conflict primarily through relation to her conflicts with her family, just as she sees intimacy through relation to Amy. Considering how much their relationship has a loose boundary between business and familial, that could potentially imply a lot about how she sees potential partnerships, the team, etc. I'll be interested to see more of the family dynamic and its past, as I suspect it will be incredibly helpful for understanding how Victoria is approaching her enemies and her teammates in a way my myopic focus on the Amy of it all hadn't accounted for.

[tteokdoroki]

— “TRUST YOU + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): two thousand words of pure sloppy filth written for your entertainment and inspired by an ask i got from my ♈️ anon, who asked me to imagine college katsuki teaching you how to give bjs,, so this is dedicated to them. i hope you enjoy this my fellow sinners! there’s a lot in this one so read the warmings!

warning(s): mdni, 18+. heavy smut, dark content, dub-con, forced photography, cheating, manipulation, power play dynamics, dacryphilia, slight infantilisation, throat fucking, blow jobs, cum play, facials, corruption!kink, praise!kink, fem!reader, mentions of boyfriend!sero and college!bakugou.

“suki, a-are you sure this is okay?”

your voice trembles as you lower yourself between bakugou’s thighs, both of them instinctively spread when your palms grip them with a slight nervousness. you’re so fucking stupid, so trusting but of course he’d never given you a reason to feel anything otherwise. your suki took care of you, an innocent girl from a small town— fresh look in her eyes from the moment you’d stepped onto campus.

of course you’d shaken more when you’d first met the blonde, he was big with dark and blood red eyes that spelled bad news if you didn’t look closely enough. and yet, you still trusted him because suki promised he would protect you from all the bad men and women and non binary folk on campus. he would always come swooping in to protect your chubby cheeks and doe eyed smile.

you always thought it was because he cared about you, your friends always told you that you were lucky your roommate even paid attention to you and suki always brushed away your doubts— but it was really because he dreamed of you, dreamed of taking away the very purity that shone within your bright eyes.

“‘course it’s okay princess, remember, suki always takes care of you. yer’gonna trust me, right?” bakugou reassures you, an evil glint hidden behind the soft smile he gives you while his large hand pats your cheek affectionately. his chest burns at how easily you lean into him, nuzzling his palm stupidly. you should consider yourself lucky that it’s katsuki who’s guiding your innocent hands to the tent in his pants and not some other guy from campus.

katsuki had seen the way they looked at you, watching the way your thick thighs bounced as you walked and their hungry eyes drifting down to your chest as you talked. it made him angry that other people looked at you as if you were just a piece of meat— which you were. but you were his little slab of ass and they needed to learn that. even your boyfriend; sero who made you cry twice a week over stupid things, needed to be taught a lesson.

after all; that’s how you ended up right where you were right now. between the legs of your roommate— drooling over your first cock like the dumb, hungry cock whore bakugou knew you really were. you wanted to learn how to make it up to sero and what better way to a man’s heart than a fuckin’ blowjob, right? the blonde had thought the best way to teach a virgin like you would be through a hands on experience.

he watches as the dark in your eyes takes over and your pupils dilate, fingers much smaller in comparison to the hard-on his pants hide. you palm bakugou lightly, mimicking the heavy petting your boyfriend had coaxed you into a few times before and watch with awe as your roommate shudders underneath your touch— a dark growl reverberating in his chest. “trust you,” you whisper quietly, the words slightly slurred as you begin to drool, growing hungry for your first taste of a real man. “b-but what if someone finds out suki, w-wont we get in trouble? what if sero—?”

leaning down to capture your lips, he pulls you into a honeyed kiss— grinning at the way your body leans into him, always so desperate for more. “no one will find out, sweetness, i won’t say anythin’ if you don’t,” he lives for the giggle that streams from between your lips and pats your cheek once when you look up at him earnestly. it was only a small lie, but bakugou would worry about that latter. “now how about’cha take out that cock ‘n i’ll show you how ta take it jus right.”

you nod so fast that you make yourself dizzier than you already are— the foreign feeling of lust building up at the forefront of your mind. katsuki could tell that you’d never seen a dick before, it was easy to tell from the way your bottom lip trembles at his sheer size alone; thick and weighty in a way that dwarfs your hand.

his tip is an angry shade of red that could rival that of his eyes, even while they drip with a desire to corrupt and ruin you. his mind runs wild with thoughts of bending you over the bed and fucking your virgin cunny until you’ve been given a proper reason to cry, the image of salty tears running down your hot cheeks alone causes fat drops of precum to ooze from the tip and onto your fingers.

“‘s big suki, dunno if i can take it,” you whine, lips pushing into a pout while your fingers say the opposite, hesitantly curling around bakugou’s thickness. he moans from deep within his chest at the sight of your hands barely able to close around him and bucks his hips up into your enclosed fist. you can’t help but watch, salivating at how beautiful your roommate looks while he fucks into your tight grip, spitting onto his own cock to ease the glide of your hand up and down him.

bakugou’s chest heaves, even as he starts leaning back on his elbows to get a better view— you’re doing so well for him, he can’t imagine letting you touch anyone else the way you touch him. you’re his and he plans on ruining everyone else for you. “you can. you will.” he spits out at you through gritted teeth, vermillion eyes hooded and voice authoritative. submissive as you are, you listen to him— because suki is never wrong, he knows best and if you listen to him you’ll learn well. “yer gonna start by gettin’ that mouth on me, kay sweetness? y’wanted to learn how to suck a cock butcha ain’t doin’ much suckin’.”

“but ‘suki—“

he doesn’t miss the way your hand freezes in hesitation and a nervousness takes over you— katsuki has already been so patient with you but that very patience is wearing thin, how is he going to teach you that he’s all you’ll ever need if you won’t fuck his cock like he’s asked. taking a fist full of your hair, the blonde drags you forward despite your whimpers and forces your mouth only inches from his twitching length.

“don’t you trust me sweetness? don’cha wanna get good at suckin’ dick... so your boyfriend don’t leave ya?” bakugou seethes, eyes swimming with darkness that almost scares you. you want to be good for him, nodding your head in compliance while tears sting at your pretty doe eyes. bakugou would apologise for that later, reassure you that you’re still his darling sweetness and that he never meant to make you cry but he can’t help the way his girth jumps at the view of your water eyes. your head jerks with every word he spits at you, frightened whimper sounding in your throat as you utter a weak ‘yes.’, only then does katsuki finally relent, bringing you close to his tip again and tapping it against your glossy lips. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought, princess. now open up.”

doing as you’re told, slowly take his engorged rip past plush lips— giving gentle kitten licks to the oozing centre. precum doesn’t taste as bad as you thought it would, maybe it’s because of katsuki and because of him the liquid is sweet against your tongue, making you eager to taste more. you feel so fucking good, albeit a little bit sloppy but a pleasured smirk burns against bakugou’s lips as you take him, your virgin mouth, hot and wet around him and if he didn’t know any better, he could cum in an instance.

“fuckin’ hell princess, that’s a good girl, y’sure you’ve never done this before...” he grunts out, fixated on the way you practically make out with his cock and the husky sound of his voice makes your innocent cunt flutter along with the praise. glancing up at the blonde above you, you moan at the way katsuki’s face contorts with pleasure— nothing like you’ve ever seen before and you desperately want him to make that face whenever you’re around. slurping noises fill the air as you practically make out with his cock— getting bolder and bolder with the way your tongue moves against him.

you make out with his cock like you’re kissing katsuki bakugou, he’d taught you that too.

his nails scratch against your scalp with every lap of your tongue to his length, mapping out the thick veins on the underside. you moan around him in a way that makes him shudder. the same hand in your hair moves to the back of your head, pushing you further down on bakugou’s cock and forcing more of himself down your tight throat.

“can’t believe no one’s thought to fuck your throat before, sweetness, s’fuckin’ tight. yer gonna let me use you right? yeah? you my good girl?” katsuki babbles mindlessly, intoxicated with the heat of your mouth and the way you sloppily drool all over him, a combination of your spit and his precum dripping between his weighty balls.

you’ve never made a man feel this good before, not even hanta has responded to your touch like this— and you could so easily become addicted to the way pleasuring katsuki makes you feel. the blonde’s hips jump up, cock hitting the back of your throat and you yelp on surprise— gagging at the unexpected and new feeling. hearing you gargle over his dick while you sloppily suck it down makes pride swirl in bakugou’s chest— accompanied by shallow thrusts deeper into your mouth.

what a mess he’s made of his sweet, innocent little roommate— he has you looking like pure sin as mixes of his arousal, your mascara and your tears cascade down your chubby cheeks like a waterfall. “fuck baby, suck me off, just like fuckin’ that, such a good fuckin’ girl for your suki...” he curses. “gettin’ close baby, why don’t you swallow for me— make me cum yeah?”

you do just that, attempting to bob your head up and down before swallowing around katsuki’s cock. you feel so proud of yourself when his hips and breathing stutter simultaneously— earning yourself a small victory. you want to be the reason your roommate cums, want him to be the course for his earth shattering pleasure...it’s the least you could do for the blonde after everything he’s taught you. this is your way of showing your gratitude for how much he’s taken care of you.

“gonna fuckin’ cum, gonna fuckin’ cum...atta girl sweetness,” bakugou praises you as your hand moves experimentally to squeeze at his balls, heavy with cum. his grip on you tightens and all he can think about is how pretty you’ll look when he’s stained your innocent, supple skin with all of his seed. he’ll mark you up as his, fuck your mouth so good that you’ll only ever drool over his cock. he wants you to long for him and only him. a strangled moan escapes katsuki when you let the spit gathered in your mouth, spew out against his girth and and all it takes is one sweet look from you before the cord in his stomach snaps.

“s-shit, fuck—oh god, fuck...” bakugou’s hips stall as he falls into orgasm, the world of colours flashing behind his vermillion eyes while his viscous hot seed fills your mouth and his dam of pleasure finally breaks. there’s not a thought in your mind as hot white paints your tongue, nothing aside from how good your roommate tastes and how much you yearn to taste him again.

not even sero comes to mind. he’s addictively sweet against your tastebuds and swallow every drop that katsuki has to offer— milking him for all of his worth and even lapping up the reminders of his release after he pulls from the confines of your mouth due to over sensitivity. “holy, fuck princess...” the blonde pants, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“did i do good, suki?” you ask with a muffled, sweet voice. your chin and cheeks are still messy with sticky globs of cum and the rims of your bambi eyes blackened with the traces of your eye makeup...you look like a fucking sin on legs and if he wasn’t so fucked out, bakugou would have claimed your mouth again.

using a thumb, and despite his breathlessness, bakugou leans forward and collects his arousal from your baby fat cheeks and pushes the digit past your cherry lips. he swears lowly as you eagerly suck on his thumb, cleaning it off as though you didn’t just take a mouthful of him already. “so good baby, suki’s s’fuckin’ proud of you, yeah?” he coos, patting your face softly before holding his arms out to pull you into his lap.

you wiggle happily at the praise, allowing yourself to be scooped up into your roomie’s arms as you whisper a small ‘thank you for teaching me, suki,’ to him. you’re so cute, so precious, curling in on the man like a defenceless baby before you fall asleep, a dirty mess in his arms. bakugou thinks to clean you up, but not before snapping a picture of your face dirtied with his cum.

you wouldn’t find out about it and it’s not like it mattered, you trusted your suki with all your heart...and even if he did send the picture to your boyfriend, hanta... it’s not like that mattered either— you’d thank him for it later, you always did after katsuki had taught you a lesson.

this would simply be a lesson to remind you, that you were always going to be his.

— TAGLIST: i didn’t tag you if i didn’t see an age in your bio lol

@bakugous-trauma @greenchild @luv-dum @souleatermia @younggoth136 @fullchonk @t0xic-todoroki @chou-maitresse @definitetrashlord

[yanderenightmare]

I challenge you to write Bakugou with a op-quirked oc! like, last year in ua and this badass transfers. is he intimidated, is he angry, is he hyped? how hard does he fall for her?

BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: this is d i f f e r e n t but no warnings I don't think

ARMAGEDDON

Third year sports festival, and they were letting the fucking transfer student compete?!

Don't get him wrong.

He wasn’t undermining or underestimating her abilities. Even with the two whole years more practice they had on her, she could still easily hold her own.

There was no denying the fact that she was a goddess on the field.

A warrior. 

A valkyrie.

It was much the reason why he watched her like a stalker, slightly intimidated with what he saw, but with good fucking reason. 

Though, there are plenty people that threaten his position as number one, and he wasn't exactly walking about dropping to his knees for Todoroki and Deku.

So, it was more the drop-dead fuck-all up-yours attitude accompanying her sheer skill that made him fall so stupidly and hopelessly in love with the little angle-winged hero-to-be. 

The first time she hovered into the classroom, coat of pearly white shining wings waving in the air behind her, defying all laws of gravity, all formulas of physics, she looked godsend. 

And by that he meant flashy, destined to a public favorite, a mascot, a real nice poster-hero. Not exactly a threat, not exactly worth his time.

Safe to say he wasn't impressed, but then again... he hadn't seen anything yet.

Midoriya, the fucking nerd, was just as excited as the rest of the class at the welcome of a new classmate.

However, they’d all come to realize real soon that the seemingly heavenly creature was as demonic as she looked angelic. 

At once as Deku’s bright gleaming freckle-face walked up to her to welcome her and wish her good luck in the Hero-course, droning on about how it couldn’t have been easy getting a scholarship with it already being more than halfway into their second year, she yawed, stretched her wings out behind her, let them blind him with their supersonic skylight, a brow cocked as she narrowed her gaze in something that could only be called disgust.

“Listen here, Snotball, don’t bullshit me. I’m ain’t come here for your public-pleasing fake smile. Go polish your skills instead of sucking my dick...”

Everyone went silent. Deku completely facepalmed, flaking where he stood, it was pitiful, almost made him feel sorry for him.

“Or at the very least, let me get comfortable first.” 

The ash-blonde couldn’t help but crack a smile and let a bubble burst inside him, a curt chuckle rising despite how he tried suppressing it. 

This girl had spunk, he appreciated not being the only one who could get a bit colorful with his language. 

Not only that, but the very same day she even beat Deku. And it pains Bakugo to admit it, but the nerd had gotten really good over the last couple years, with a shit ton of guidance of course, but it was no denying he didn’t have insane powers, and then to watch him be flung into a wall by none other than a newbie… it was inspired, transcendent, fucking phenomenal. 

“Thought I was all bark and no bite, huh? Didn’t you, Broccolihead? Better judge me correctly next time and not pussyfoot around with childsplay.” 

She wasn’t fucking around, she was here to kill… and Bakugo was fucking thrilled. Finally someone passionate, finally someone vurbal, and vulgar, finally someone who saw through to the rotton core of what Deku really was. Fuck, he swore he could fall in love with her…

And then he did… hard… like an angel from high-heaven all the way down to the very bottom pits of hell. Spending the entire summer pondering the fact, stopping in wonder at the fact, dissecting it, analyzing it, trying to digest whatever swarm of butterflies kept fluttering rabidly inside his gut because of it.

And then their third-year began, the Sports-festival not too long after, an event he was usually so unbelievably livid with glee for...

But now… he couldn’t help but dread it. 

Because weighing her skills and his own. He couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that she and him would probably have to face off at some point climbing to the top, and though he wanted to win as badly as every year, he was afraid that his wish to not hurt her outweighed his lust for victory.

And what more, what was even harder to admit… he wasn’t sure if he at all could beat her even if he tried.

.

And then his speculations came to fruition. They’d clawed their way to the top, killing off the competition one by one. 

“Listen up, candy-cane, better not let those daddy-issues get in my way of having a clear victory. Come at me with everything you got!” 

She’d just stepped off the field, having defeated Shoto. In the blaze of his flames and frostbite of his ice, she stood victoriously, crowd cheering, chanting, stupid victory-grin stretched on her face as she basked in the glory.

Next up was him and Deku, ending in broccoli-head’s defeat, but Bakugou couldn't really savor the victory much more than feel the treacherous inkling of regret fester inside him.

Because...

If he’d let Deku win, he wouldn't have to fight her now.

.

“Looks like it’s you against me next, poprocks!” She flashed a shit-eating open-mouthed smirk his way, eyes sparkling dangerously, wings spread out behind her. “Fitting, isn't it? Your hellfire and my angel wings! It’s bound to be a show, we’ll have them at the edge of their seats!”

With the height of her wings she was twice as tall as him. “Look, I don’t wanna hurt you, shortie.”

She scoffed and threw her head back in a laugh, still riding the wave of adrenaline she’d gotten from fighting Todoroki. “Gloating before our match even begins?” She quipped, eyebrows thrown up and eyes so very blindingly daringly bright. “How very Bakugo of you.”

“Listen-” He started, but she cut him off with a battle-glint lighting up her face.

“No, you listen. Your fire may have everyone shitting themselves, but my wings are not easily tamed, and will sweep you and your explosions right off the field.” She pointed at him with the tip of her wing, tickling his chin with the longest feather. “There’s a reason demons fear angels, you know?” She grinned. “So, pick a god and pray to it, Bakugo, ‘cause I’mma bring on Armegeddon before I lose to you-”

“I like you.”

It was kind of like ripping off a band-aid. The brace, the expectations of ripping out hair. Waiting to see if he’d bleed or not.

He’d never liked anyone. Whether it be friends or something more. He’d like when people liked him. Where like meant admire or envy. And he guessed to some extent he might have liked them in return. Where liked meant appreciated. He obviously didn't like being alone. No point in being the best if he has no one to tell him he’s the best, no way to prove he is the best, no one to prove it to, no geeky nerd screaming in his corner and no idol he needs to beat.

Everything felt reversed. Upside-down.

But not necessarily wrong.

Like he was the nerd, the extra, and she the main character.

“What’re you…” She stopped, voice light and fading out into nothing. 

Her brows furrowed, eyes hardening as she glared at him, wings ruffling behind her, frayed like static. 

“You’re trying to throw me off my game.” Voice devoid of all playfulness, just strictly accusing, serious, cold.

She scoffed, cracking her knuckles, still eyeing him, not letting him rest under her scrutiny.

“I didn’t peg you for one to wage psychological wars.” She judged.

Her accusation had him thrown back. “That’s not-” He protested, large scathed hands finding themselves reaching out towards her to defend himself. 

“Keep your sweaty hands to yourself, Baku-bitch.” It was like an attack. A threat like a snarling gnarling growling barking animal, eyes narrowed, slitted, dark tear ducts making her eyes look so sharp, bladed like daggers. “I’m looking forward to crushing you.” A gust of wind hit him like a storm’s breath as she turned, wings acting like a fan, sweeping the dust and leaving him there to himself.

.

Her expression hadn't changed come battle, it seemed somewhat more sunken now, to the point he couldn't quite remember what her face looked like normally, couldn't shake the eerie hostility her whole being flashed at him, as though she had no other goals but to murder him.

He can't recall ever having seen a girl like this. 

It was scary.

The sound of the announcer shouting “Begin!” only barely registered in her head. The crowd was cheering, but she didn't notice, she heard none of it and thought none of it with the blood rushing in her head and the vivid battle-drumming heartbeat pounding in her chest, strumming against her ribcage, telling her to charge. 

The only thing she could focus on was the boy in front and how he didn't opt for the first move like he usually did.

She breathed shallowly through her nose, puffing as her teeth would not budge from their clenched state. Eye twitching in her waiting for him to pounce, but he didn't show her the respect.

“Ladies first, is it?” She spoke through grit teeth, her lips set into a hard grim line.

I like you.

I like you?!

Bet he laughed a good long while after coming up with that one.

I’ll give him something to laugh at...

“Come on, all-time-champion...” She mocked, feeling herself grow cold all over, wings frayed, raised up like a cat arching its back in hostility, kept furiously tense behind her. “Give me a good fight.” Knuckles were white in their fixed fists at her sides, her whole self shook up with rage. Nostrils flaring, eyes ablaze and dead-set, brows lowered, narrowed at him, lips formed up into a snarl.

He swallowed thickly. He’d gone quiet, out of character. The hot summer’s day had somehow gone completely cold, a chill settling like broken ice in his stomach, goosebumps springing to the surface of his skin, like an armada wanting to protect him from what eerie malice he was standing in the presence of. 

“I want people’s eyeballs popping from their sockets as I dethrone the king.”

His breath quickened, but he hadn't the time to think as she, with a primal snarl, launched herself at him. A feather-dagger raised in her fist as she jabbed it right into the ground where his face would have been if he hadn't ducked away to the side, only barely avoiding the attack within an inches reach.

“Fight me!”

Struggling with pulling her daggered feather from the dirt of the arena as she’d managed to plunge it rather deep into the ground, she aimed to punch him in the face with her other free hand, succeeding a number of times before he caught her fist in his hand, though it didn't help him much as by the time she’d managed to loosen her make-shift knife from the ground, readying it to slice open his neck.

“Come on! Fight me!”

He caught her other wrists with the daggers tip half an inch away from his throat. She glared down at him, growling, face twisted in blinding white-hot rage, snarling, mightily fighting against him, trying to angle her feather or fist or anything to hurt the boy beneath her.

Kill him.

A voice in her mind urged.

He deserves it.

It reasoned.

“Try harder! Don't you dare hold back!”

Managing to point the dagger down to the hand holding up her wrists, she sliced open a large cut across the back. 

Trapped, as he needed to keep holding her back, he had to endure the knife cutting into the network of veins in his hand, until he finally managed to push her off him.

She rolled off into a stance, wings kept aloft as she circled him.

“What are you doing?!”

He wasn't that quick in the making of getting to his feet, or at least not as quick as her, and because of it she was quickly on him again, aiming to jab the knife directly into his abdomen, though once again he managed to deflect, but only barely, the knife slicing up the side of his midriff.

“Quit playing!”

None of it was usual. Neither of them practiced their normal fighting routines. Bakugo wasn't using his quirk, he wasn't even fighting back, in fact, he was barely even deflecting. And the angel-winged one, who usually fought from a distance was now instead fighting like a rabid animal in a ring-match.

“Wow! They say don't bring a knife to a gunfight, but our angel-winged Seraph is showing us that a Bazooka-Bakugo is no good when he’s out of ammo!” Present Mic called from the commenters crows nest.

He must've not seen it, how the ashen-haired boy started backing away.

“Stop!” She screamed, but he didn't listened, large mud-caked black military boot raised from the sand of the arena in one second, landing on the pavement outside the ring in the next.

The crowd gasped.

“Dynamight has stepped out of the ring!” Mic’s voice boomed out in surprise. “Has he surrendered?!” 

She stood still as a statue, not dropping her stance, wings still kept on edge.

“I would too if anyone gave me that look!” The blonde commenter continued. “Either way, Dynamight’s out!” 

She whispered something beneath her breath, face grim.

“Seraph has won!”

“No!” She roared, chest heaving. “The fight isn't over! You’re not giving up!” Her face had somewhat altered, close to what he’d imagine betrayal would look like.

“The rules are clear Seraph, stepping outside the border is equal to withdrawing.” Midnight said calmly, whip at her side.

“That’s bullcrap! I haven’t won yet!” She raged, whipping around to look at the black-haired domenatrix-hero, before turning around once again to stare daggers at the boy who’d just ruined everything. “You!” She seethed, following after him, out of the rink, one quick decided angry step after the other. “You sack of shit, you fucking gremlin filth-”

“If you do not calm down, you’ll leave me no choice.” Midnight warned from behind her, but she couldn't care less.

“Bakugo! You piece of trash! You worm! You bastard! You shitstain asswipe motherfucking scumbag son of a bitch waste of human space!”

A fog of some sorts oozed out onto the field, laid thickly like fairy dust, surrounding the winged-hero who began wobbling in her attacking approach, only barely having caught up with the red-eyed boy, grabbing onto his collar with hands that no longer had the strength, quickly leaning on him instead of yanking him back into the ring like she’d intended.

“You fucking coward extra...” Her voice groggy, not able to uphold the spite it once held. “I fucking hate y-” He caught her before she collapsed completely, her eyes closing softly, the wrathful expression melting away in her heavy slumber.

And it was strange.

How it seemed he’d fallen in love with a person so blindingly similar to himself.

.

Standing on the second-place podium, he peeked a glance at her standing taller then him. Accepting the medals, though refusing to say thanks to the hero treading them over their heads.

She was too busy trying to contain herself.

He was too busy thinking of ways to apologize. 

Thinking of ways to fix things, to give back what he’d just robbed her off. Nostalgia tripping him up, remembering how angry it had made him when Todoroki did the exact same thing to him in their first year.

Only Shoto had an excuse.

He doesn't.

.

“How dare you back down, you Katsu-fuck?!” She growled, stomping up to him at once she’d spotted him lurking in wait for her in the hallway, her fists grabbing his collar despite the difference in height, pulling him forward before slamming him back against the wall.

“I told you.” He defended, still not fighting back. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, you idiot.”

“Hurt me!?” The tears sprung to the surface much to quick for her to control, hot and stinging, welling up, boiling over, and streaming down her face like wild waterfalls. “Have you any idea how insulting that is?” 

Brows crinkled in tremors, bottom lip quivering, caught between her teeth as she sucked in an exasperated breath. 

“How embarrassing and humiliating and hurtful it is to know that you-” Her fingers detached from him to have her wrists rub and wipe her eyes. “Don’t value me as an equal!” 

She whimpered, dragging her forearm over her eyes, struggling to breathe. 

“You selfish prick!” Her eyes shimmered, glossy and guiltily admittedly very pretty. “You egotisctical narcissitic shit-eating asshole!” 

She beat his chest, looking on the verge of a breakdown, sniffling, looking so very heartbroken. 

“What?! You’re not gonna say anything?! You just gonna stand there?!” 

Her chest heaved, breath in shambles before she scoffed. 

“Fucking douchebag.” Voice nothing but a defeated little whisper now.

“I’m sorry.” He said, hands priorly held loosely at his sides, now raised a little, tensely kept in the air as he contemplated what he should do. The girl standing so close, clutching to his shirt, wringing it in her fists, wanting more than some measly pointless apology.

“Fuck off...” She bit out, sucking it up. Hands leaving him in favor of ripping loose the medal around her neck. “This means nothing because of you...” Pushing it to his chest were he knew not to refuse it. “None of it means anything.” 

And at that she walked away, leaving him once again mute in the hallway. Her wings dragged behind her, sweeping the floors like a mop, like deadweight.

.

Everyone had gone home for summer-break.

Leaving the rooms empty and the dorm quiet.

Everyone expect Bakugo.

And her.

He didn't usually get butterflies in his stomach. He thought he was sick at first, until understanding the strange bubbly frizzy busy feeling was probably due to the fact that they were both sleeping in the same building, all alone, together.

It had been a couple of weeks since the Sports Festival.

She’d been quiet.

He’d been quiet.

There was one night, at one post midnight he’d blasted music so loudly the floors in his dorm shook, practicing drums, screaming to lyrics, creating as much noise as possible in hopes of her stomping over to his room to yell at him to be quiet. Give him an opportunity.

She hadn't come though.

Kirishima had given him pointers on what to do. The red-head telling him to apologize however many times it takes. But Bakugo knew that an apology is weightless without anything to uphold it.

He thought he might have the summer-break alone to think about it. To train and study and think, rack his brain, wring it for every drop it was worth, perhaps even watch a stupid soppy romantic film, get some inspiration.

But he already knew that there was only one thing that had a chance of making it better. The exact same thing he’d wanted from Todoroki back during the result of the first sports festival. And it wasn't a stupid apology, nor was it validation. In the end it’s not even about the fight, it’s about respect.

He’d disrespected her. He’d done the worst imaginable thing.

And now, he was standing outside her door. Sports-bag in hand, loaded with protein water and energy bars, a couple of other things he needed to go train.

He’d been standing there for a while now. So long his knee had started to jerk, impatiently waiting for him to knock on the door. His face was scrunched in frustration, visibly angry at himself.

Rolling his eyes finally, he took a gamble, fist rising to bang on the door.

She opened up rather quickly for someone knowing that there could only be one other person on the other side. 

“Hey...” He said awkwardly, voice strange coming from him, his tongue heavy and way too big in his mouth.

“You still here?” Only one word could describe her tone, and that was uninterested. 

“Parents are on holiday.” He answered quickly, like he was being interrogated.

Jaded eyes seemed to look past him, sighing. “Did you need something?” Her voice was so nonchalant, so very dead it irked him. Her expression too, dull, like she was just waiting to slam the door in his face. 

He cleared his throat, trying to regain whatever confidence he had before he’d ever met her, yet seemingly having forgot what the feeling at all is supposed to feel like. “I’m gonna go train… You wanna- uhm…” He swallowed thickly, suppressing whatever embarrassing voice-crack he felt the oncoming humiliation of. “You wanna come?”

She seemed to straighten herself at that, eyes showing a smidge of interest. “Rematch?” 

“There’s more to training than just fighting, y’know.” He tried, but regretted it at once he saw her falter.

“Not that I cant do on my own-” She began closing the door.

“Fine!” He nearly shouted. “We can fight.”

“Really?” She peeked up at him, not fully won over yet, still suspicious. “And you won’t hold back?”

“Y-yes.” He decided not to think of it. There was no one around to see him fail, and he’d hurt her more by trying not to hurt her. 

Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Sighing and looking off to the side. “It was a shitty thing of me to do.” He grumbled. “Half’n’half pulled the same shit on me in first.” It was strange to compare himself to the aloof jewel-headed boy, but here he was. “Drove me mad.” He remembers training in the garage, punching the concrete wall instead of the worn-out bunching-bag, so hard he broke three fingers before stopping.

“I have more conditions.” She spoke, bringing him out of his trip down memory-lane. “We play outside.”

Play is a strange word for it. 

“Fair.” He agreed, feeling himself loosen up along-side her, the deadly hostile aura fading.

“And no boundary rules.” She added, raising a brow at him, obviously hinting to his stunt during the sports festival. “We fight until one of us break.”

“Good. I always hated that rule, makes it too easy for my opponent to give up.” He gave a small smile to which she answered with an equally small flashing smirk of her own.

“You’re one to talk!” She accused. “I’ll never give up, I can promise you that. Can you say the same?” She taunted.

He scoffed. “As if I would ever surrender again after you bawled like a little crybaby. Wouldn't want you to ruin anymore of my shirts with tear-stains.” 

She gaped at him. “Until one of us can’t move then.”

“Fine!” He grinned.

“Great!” Her smile spread wide, the life fully reentered her eyes like a match had been struck, ignited inside, flames flickering and casting those terribly playful dark shadows looming about like demons inside her. “Let me just get dressed, you dipshit!” 

“Right.” His face grew hot, palms sweaty, his head had been so crowded he hadn't even noticed she was wearing nothing but pajamas.

Cute small pajamas.

His heart was pounding now, the smell of her room different from his as it wafted out into the hallway where he stood.

“Oh, and... I guess... I’m sorry too.” He snapped back to reality upon her uncalled for apology. “I lost control.” She explained.

“We’re even then.” He decided.

“That depends...” She disagreed, eyes round as she looked up at him. “I shouldn't have lost my shit either way, but if you weren't lying to get a rise out of me... I flipped out for no reason at all.” 

“I wasn't lying.” He admitted. “I-” Fumbling, back flexing and grating in discomfort, needing him to grab onto the strap to his bag to pull it onto his shoulder again. “I...” His brows furrowed. “I shouldn't have to repeat myself!” He growled. “I’m not a liar.”

“So... you- do... like me?” She’d cocooned herself in her wings, brushing her feathers anxiously. “In that case... I owe you.” With a pout she sighed and huffed. “I don't like being in debt to anyone.” Grumbling. “You better make your wish-”

He made another gamble. 

He hadn't ever kissed a girl. There had been lovesick girls who thought of him as a charity case, who’d sneaked a couple of unwanted kisses to his cheek, however they’d all stopped after realizing he wasn't interested. 

He’d thought a lot about it the past months. What made this girl different from everyone else. What made him go out of his comfort zone and give away this very first kiss to her. What made him stop in the middle of his day to think about her. Dream about her. Play out all sorts of junk scenarios in his head about her and him and how they’d get to this very moment. 

He’d waisted a lot of time thinking about it, he realized, when he could have just gone and made it reality.

He pulled away, feeling as though some fog had been lifted. “There.” His voice was hoarse, gruff. “Debt paid.” She looked stunned, but pleasantly so, her small hands, softly laid atop his own who grabbed her cheeks and mushed her face like a marshmallow. 

That’s probably not how you’re supposed to kiss someone, treating their face like a dodgeball, but at least she was blushing equally much as him.

He cleared his throat, let go of her and tore his eyes away from the adorable flustered look she was giving him, if only to hide the fact that he was just as panicked as her, perhaps even more so.

“Now get dressed already.”

[mercy-burning]

Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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[metvmorqhoses]

I understand you like villains, but the Darkling is a manipulative and abusive person who doesn't care about Alina. He only wants to use and enslave her. Even the small nice things he does are manipulation. Their ship isn't healthy. Alina belongs with Mal.

look, the darkling is a thousands of years old ethereal being who almost completely lost any form of attachment to his humanity, being completely lost in the rivers of time and of his own devouring power, with the sole exception of a loosely defined sense of patriotism (which is filtered by altered, almost god-like morals that cannot be understood nor can apply to normal human beings), and his recognition in alina of his only equal mate, his only place of belonging in endless oceans of solitude, recognition that deeply unsettles and enrages him at first (after all she is an oblivious child and he an ancient superhuman), but that he’s too mature and intelligent not to accept and respect in earnest in his own way.

so, saying that he doesn’t care about alina and that he’s only there to play with a naive girl’s head to obtain her power, is nothing but sheer oversimplification and lack of understanding of his character.

of course he constantly manipulates her, he’d manipulate reality itself given the chance, that’s the way he navigates the world, through power, coldness and charisma. i think it’s quite obvious he thinks best being in control of everything important, he is the one having the bigger picture after all, he’s everything he has ever had since remote times, he’s been alone in his godly point of view for thousands of years, it’s only natural he thinks his agenda and opinions superior to those of a bunch of children (the king himself to him is but a child). in his eyes, he is the centuries-old man and she is but a precious little girl in whose hands the very reason of his every battle and hope is being placed by fate. his succeeding in having her power by his side is capital for him, after all his ambition and distance from humanity is endless, and so is his desperation. that’s why he opts for the most effective way to ensure having it (putting the collar on her, being sure to be in control and not subjected to the whims of a teenager). honestly, from his point of view, this is simply mere logic and effectiveness, nothing particularly evil or personal. let’s not forget he was hoping all along she would join him willingly.

yet, leaving aside the political agenda, the very fact that he does take the time to “manipulate” alina, that he cares enough to spend himself, the detached uncaring god, to try his best to be liked by her, to be admired and somehow understood by her, even to confess himself in his own subtle way full of half-truths, is the proof that he does care for the person behind the power he so much craves. there’s literally no pragmatic reason to charm someone you already have de facto captive in your own guarded palace and that you plan to enslave, if you don’t somehow crave her attachment. she fashinates him, she unsettles him. she reminds him of who he used to be. what we perceive as manipulation is his immoral and very wrong way of caring. he probably believes she would never love the real him, he probably thinks she would flee screaming. and, honestly, he wasn’t that wrong after all.

yet he craves and he tries to touch this light from his abyss of darkness, he’s anything but cold indifference. his manipulation probably wants to have many different effects on alina, that don’t necessarily exclude one another. one simple act of manipulation can have the aim to secure her trust in order to claim her power more easily and can at the same time aim to make her simply smile. these two facts can peacefully coexist in such a man’s mind. the first doesn’t make the second less real or important.

asking mal for her favorite flowers and then giving them to her himself can be a way of charming her and can be a way to literally give her her favorite flowers. It’s undoubtedly a petty move, yet very effective and even somehow funny if we shed the very popular woke indignation. it’s something very childish and very human to do. this is not so much political scheming as it is kindergarten rivalry, if we are honest with ourselves. in the darkling’s mind, the end always justifies the means and the evil plan behind giving alina her favorite flowers stealing the information from her sweetheart or reading their letters, is being able to get to her heart in the easiest way possible, disregarding every rule because he thinks himself above them all.

i’m honestly astonished adults don’t seem able to understand that the darkling wanting alina’s power and aiming to be in control of it, having his way in everything, and the darkling loving her are not only compatible truths but also in many ways codependent ones.

and how lame constantly labeling every unusual relationship “unhealthy” as if that would immediately rule out their right to beauty or complexity. especially in fiction, adults should have the right, the agency, to have their disgustingly unhealthy relationships in peace, without moralists constantly trying to diminish what they share because of it. the majority of fascinating things in art and in life are unhealthy. grow up. the women in these relationships are not fragile little flowers, they can deal with abysmality, they can even enjoy it. you are taking their choice and their own complexities away from them.

and really, in this very case don’t even have me started with mal. his love confession at the end of shadow and bone was cringe-worthy. “now i see you, alina”. like literally this boy fucked everyone that moved but alina, who lived for him and who clearly needed help because she was literally rotting away, and yet he didn’t even know she existed until she became important and famous, then proceeding to shame her for it in the little palace, only in the end to confirm his shallowness by saying “now that you are basically a goddess personified i see you”, and she is even supposed to deeply appreciate that? seriously? is this the healthy love you want women to lower their heads to? not to mention the only thing that keeps that love barely lukewarm is alina’s childhood trauma and obsessive attachment to the only person who was with her during those hard times. what a fairy tale.

in short, nothing wrong in having banal points of view, to each their own i suppose, but i’d appreciate if you’d avoid coming in other people’s inboxes acting like the moral artistic police when you clearly even lack the means to do it. thank you.

[astaroth1357]

The Demon Brothers got Hexed and now They're Babies. Good Luck, MC!

Lucifer

Both adorable and bossy at the same time.

If he wants something it has to be NOW or he'll fuss incessantly.

Attempts to order his brothers around still like they're his minions, but since none of them can form words very well it's just him assertively speaking near-gibberish in their general direction.

Unsurprisingly, his “orders” get completely ignored by everybody for once in his life, including his caretaker. Gets very frustrated when not listened to and will throw a mini-tantrum but will tire out very quickly and just take a nap wherever he's at.

Likes to try and boss MC around the most but it’s pretty easy to cave because he gets so dang giddy when someone finally does what he wants. Smiling baby Lucifer has to be one of the most precious sights in all the Devildom.

If you don’t think Diavolo is going to take it upon himself to act like his big brother through this whole thing, you’re wrong. The dude is loving this and will play with Luci all day if someone doesn’t step in to stop him.

After everyone is better he will demand that any and all pictures/videos of him get chucked into the sea. They won't be but, hey, he tried.

Mammon

Is there really any difference? 😆

Jokes aside, he's one of the clingest of the bunch and has to be held for a little bit every hour or else he gets grouchy.

Keeps putting shiny things in his onesie and ends up dragging them along behind him wherever he goes.

Pretty much will not share anything that's he's taken a liking to, be it toys, food, or people. The MC especially. He will try to physically drag his brothers away from what’s his if it comes down to it.

He's somehow everybody's favorite playmate and seems to know it too. If one of his brothers gets sad then he'll be right over to comfort them into playing again.

He's the only one who can wake up baby Luci from his naps without him getting too grouchy.

He's gonna sell a pretty penny on all the pics of his adorable little self. He also stole most of the footage of baby Lucifer playing with Diavolo to do the same. Hope the Grimm will be worth it when he finds out 💀

Leviathan 

Cries. So. Damn. Fast.

One of those skittish kids that scares pretty easily and doesn't feel very comfortable around new people. Will be clinging onto somebody at all times and standing behind the MC’s legs is a favorite hiding spot.

Oddly fascinated by toilets and seeing how much he can flush down them. If it fits in the bowl, it ain't safe. Someone keep an eye on Henry…

Absolutely loves bathtime. Few things on this planet can claim to be happier than a little Levi buried under some soap suds. His grin could power the Devildom AND Las Vegas with some left to spare.

His tail is juuust starting to grow. He bawled his eyes out for hours once when Belphie "accidentally" yanked it (the little shit…)

Mammon is lowkey his emotional support friend.

Will likely be mortified later by the sheer amount of his own figurines he tried teething on. Thankfully, he was usually stopped before causing lasting damage.

Satan

Lil'brat #1

Is he the sort of kid who will push buttons just to see the reaction? The answer is yes, yes he is.

Does he throw the most ungodly temper tantrums ever known to demon kind for seemingly no reason at all? Yes. Yes he does.

Is he probably the reason that manners aren't just enforced, but fucking inventing? Absolutely.

Will he quiet the fuck down the second someone shows him a cat; real, picture, or otherwise? Oh yes. Right away.

More or less best dealt with by giving him a tablet with cat videos. He’ll settle right in and coo at the screen for hours. Otherwise, their father have mercy on your patience (and breakables).

Will apologize for all the trouble he caused when the hex wears off… (but he remembers all of it and fucking relishes that he got the chance to be That. Nasty. with no long-term consequences. Good times…)

Asmodeus

That one kid who doesn't get the concept of stranger danger at all.

Super adorable and friendly but prone to wandering off and trying to make friends with anything that moves.

That includes bugs, Henry 2.0, Diavolo, Barbatos, the angels, Solomon, that guy down the street, his hungry looking hellhound… Any time he makes a new “friend” he has to excitedly show them to the MC like they’re his new favorite thing ever.

Basically the reason those leashed toddler backpacks were invented.

Can be easily distracted by his own reflection in a mirror. He'll watch himself in rapt suspense for way longer than he really should.

He and Mammon fight over shiny things. While Mammon just stockpiles them, Asmo will try to wear them as hats.

Is going to be incredibly pissed if there's not at least an entire album's worth of pictures of his little baby self when he returns to normal. It's a one-in-a-lifetime Devilgram opportunity here!

Beelzebub 

Will eat anything. Literally. Anything.

You think having practically no teeth will stop him? He has the jaw strength of a crocodile!

Can't be left alone in nearly any capacity because he will try a bite of whatever he gets his hands on. Tables, cushions, chairs, toys, remotes, nothing is safe...

Teething toys are a must for him, but he's going to go through a lot of them pretty quickly. Open up your wallet, MC, before he takes a bite out of that too.

Eats far too fast for his own good and gets food everywhere. It's best just to feed him without clothes on then hose him down afterward.

If he's not eating (or trying to eat) something then he's looking for cuddles. About the only thing that he doesn’t try taking a bite out of is MC, though it might be best to keep him fed so we don’t have to test that.

Doesn’t mind the photos, but might be a little disappointed that he doesn't remember tasting the couch… It always has reminded him of marshmallows...

Belphegor 

Is either the easiest child to deal with in the world or Lil'brat #2. There is no in-between.

One of those kids who will gladly put themselves to bed and sleep through a hurricane if left alone.

Is also lowkey pretty aware that this means there’s a lot less attention on him and he will cause mischief when bored.

Obsessed with "drawing" on walls. Mostly portraits(?) of either himself or Beel, but occasionally one looks like the MC. Wherever he keeps finding the markers is a complete mystery.

Will also instigate fights with his brothers. Takes Mammon's favorite toys, throws Satan's tablet, pulls Levi's tail, etc. Tries to look like all cute afterward but he knows what he did and so does everybody else, the stinker. 😖

Nap buddies with Lucifer and they can often be found sharing his, now oversized, cow-pillow together.

Afterwards, he'll enjoy hearing the stories of his reign of terror but also kind of misses having that great excuse to nap all day.