#do you not fucking care for their hero x princess dynamic where the hero is the one who needs saving. do you not fucking care

[fujouppy]

ohhh i am going to end my shit

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Hi!! I saw your post about Gideon and Harrow and just wanted to ask if you could talk a little more about them. I really like the series and also I really like to read your posts about pieces of media you've engaged with so I would really appreciate that

Also can you talk about why you didn't like the series?(you don't have to be nice)

And even thought you didn't read the other books, did you look into spoilers? You can talk about that too if you wanna

Thanks :)

Well for starters, even though I didn't like The Locked Tomb series, I do enjoy Gideon and Harrow as a ship. I'm a HUGE fan of the whole like. Asshole x goofy thing. and the fact that Gideon is described as tall and buff, whereas Harrow is just like. A short stick. Is so enjoyable to me! Love a ship where one can easily throw the other around. And I like that their dynamic is that Gideon is the one person who doesn't treat Harrow like she's some important princess like everyone else on their planet. I love that they grew up isolated and only had each other. Gideon was the only person in Harrow's age range. The fact that they have known each other since they were very little kids is appealing to me.

Despite everything I have to say about this series, I do really like them and enjoy content with them and hope that they are end game! Honestly, if they are end game, I think I might actually try reading the series again. This ship has actually gained the type of status where I don't like seeing them shipped with other people (tho, I won't lie, I liked Gideon x Dulcinea when I first read. Don't get me started on how lovely Harrow's jealousy was! "I gave it to you precious septimus!" lives rent free in my head. I ADORE jealousy!). I don't like the hero x Ianthe ship because I'm like "she belongs with Gideon!!!" but that's neither here nor there.

As for why I didn't like the series: I got to be real, I think I'm just not a fan of sci-fi! When I picked up the book some years ago, I didn't really know that, but this past year I've realized that the Sci-Fi genre just may not be for me in general! I tried to watch scavengers reign and I got an episode and a half in before deciding that it was not for me.

I'm definitely more a fan of fantasy and, recently, the mystery and Thriller genre.

I think my main issue with the series is that I was expecting more lesbianism. The story was very plot heavy and not as romantic as I was hoping for when I decided to pick it up. The whole reason I bought it was because I was interested in the fact that there were lesbians in it. However, the whole lesbian aspect is not as big a part of the book as I personally would have liked.

This could have been forgiven if I found the plot more engaging, but I did not! Honestly I gotta be real, I do not give a single shit about the plot at all. Harrow could reach her goals and I would not care. Honestly? I feel like I don't really care about these characters outside of the shipping. Well, maybe I care about Gideon a bit since she's my butch queen, but I really only like Harrow relative to her relationship with Gideon.

The plot was not to my taste at all. In fact, I found the first book to be incredibly confusing. It took me three tries to get through it because I just kept getting lost lmao. I only managed to get through it via audiobook, and even now I'm still lost on what the fuck happened. I pushed through because I really wanted context for the famous pool scene.

The kicker is that apparently the first book isn't even supposed to be confusing! And the fact that second book is intentionally confusing not endear me to finishing the rest of the series at all.

Yes, I have looked at spoilers for the other books. Despite what I said earlier, I do think that Harrow x Ianthe ship is interesting. I don't ship them, but Ianthe being crazy and a little obsessed with Harrow is intriguing to me. I love lesbian toxicity that is one-sided. I feel like Ianthe is unhinged for Harrow but Harrow does not feel the same way at all, and even though that's a bit heartbreaking, I also think that that creates an interesting and fun dynamic. And, again, I don't really care about the ship too much, so it's not as heartbreaking as it would have been otherwise if, say, this was Gideon in Ianthe's place.

Also, I love Nona's character from what I've heard so far. I love her naïve golden retriever thing without necessarily being fully childlike? Usually characters who are very positive get painted with a children's brush and don't get to say stuff like "I think they wanted to have sex with me." so that's appealing.

But, yea, this series just wasn't my jam at all.

[chiwhorei]

the folly of man

pairing: e. todoroki x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.6k

tags: the softest!enji there ever was, crybabie!reader, age gap (20ish vs. 50), d/s dynamics, belly bulge, squirting, overstim, daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, a spank, breeding kink, creampie, i am dramatic and clinically melancholy so it’s a little angsty but it’s really just unabashed, self-indulgent fluff

a/n: i screamed about soft!enji to @messwriting a few weeks ago, then the other night enji took me to paris and wrecked my shit in my dreams. the result? complete self-indulgence. i will not be taking criticism on my desire to fuck this man, he is a drawing. (the banner image is from the lonely doll by dare wright, if you know this book we probably have very similar issues sksksksksk)

hymn: angel by finneas

“Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss,” ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost

He swears it’s your quirk that got him. Grabbed him by the collar, stole his soul from his chest— you swiped it right from his rib cage.

You sit across from him, legs folded under each other and pen pressing against your lips. Is it your lips? Or the way words curl past them?

A siren’s call in the form of a 20-something journalist. He hates the likes— prodding for sound bites and snippets to plaster across front pages. But your figure buckles in on itself, nerves weighing down the fabric of a light pink blouse and tight-yet-tasteful pencil skirt. Your presence is gentle and honeyed, it feels warm where Enji is usually burning hot.

Your fever spreads across his cheeks and nose.

“I’m sorry, sir, did you need me to repeat the question?”

Your bottom lip trembles nervously, pulled in between your teeth to gnaw on. Freshly graduated and on your very first assignment, it seemed hilarious to send the newly minted recruit into a white-hot tongue lashing.

“Mr. Number One has chewed the head off of every reporter in Japan, it’s a right of passage.”

The echo of your colleague’s stifled laugh rings in your ear as you stare back, you scan over the small wrinkles by his eyes and the jagged scar across his face. The silvered skin curves around his features like atonement. There’s something about the prolific hero that seems to pull you towards him. You grab the side of your chair so as to not fall forward right into his orbit.

Any attempt at distance was doomed from the beginning.

He shakes his head, eyes darting from either of yours to find the question you asked him. He coughs awkwardly, nodding his head for you to continue. Any desire to snap at you dissolves into the carpet with the very first laugh. You let out a small, tinkling giggle against better judgement that cracks the glassed tension.

“What is your biggest inspiration?”

The question hangs in the air a moment before a rehearsed answer falls from his mouth, something about the citizens of his community and the desire to keep his country safe. Whatever tumbles out is less interesting than how you smile in response.

Every person in the room-- agents, publicists, the poor intern holding a black coffee in his trembling hands-- watch on, collectively agape, at the scene before them.

Flame Hero: Endeavor breaks composure for a moment to send you a docile, lopsided smile.

You decide it’s something you won’t soon get tired of seeing.

“Did you get everything you wanted,” his voice trails off with a hint of uncertainty, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head, “I could answer a few more questions over dinner.”

Enji stands in shock at his own behavior, the inferno flickers little more than a candle in your eyeline. Every minute holds sixty seconds of opportunity, and Enji’s hair is graying at the ends. Even if you brush the dusty old hero from your shoulders with guffaw, even if you roll your eyes or kiss his insole with a pointed heel. He can’t afford to waste a moment more.

It has to be your quirk, he decides, reciting like a prayer the only logical answer to his sweating palms and clambering heart. Nothing makes sense but keeping you within arms reach. It must be some kind of hypnosis, maybe a pheromone.

Enji’s penance lies in the soft, supplied skin of a quirkless civilian.

***

There are few places that have felt like home, no matter what four walls build a house around him. He alone is responsible for each one decaying. He deserves a spot in every plane of hell.

Enji leans against the headboard, scanning over pages of John Milton and enjoying the quiet just after dusk. Looking over the top of his glasses, the book in hand falls out of frame, like most everything does.

Pink lace hangs like bated breath from your shoulders and hips. You look on to him for approval, the set your eyes had lingered on in a boutique window now brandishes the swell of your breasts.

“My perfect girl.” His words are filled with wonder, pulling at the ends of his mouth when you twirl, the ends of flowing lace pick up around you like wings.

Winter air creeps from the open balcony to hit your skin, spreading chills down every inch. Enji watches as you shiver, the cool breeze prickles past pick lace with little effort.

“Come here.” Enji tosses his glasses and book to the bedside table and pats his lap.

Nothing feels more like home than when you settle to lie atop his naked chest, cheek pressed firmly against his pulse.

You rest your chin against his sternum, hands crawling up to find warmth from his skin. He feels the thin, golden ring as your touch trails around his neck.

His own hands, calloused and battered, eclipse over your lower back to find purchase against your ass.

Away from the prying eyes of domestic paparazzi and forty minutes outside of Paris— Enji cuts out what feels like a stolen heaven.

Idle chat about the museum he took you to today fills the room comfortably. Your fingertip comes down to trace the lines of marred skin across the bridge of his nose, he hums and smiles as you talk about paintings.

None stood out to him.

He takes your hand in his much bigger one, kissing the band that mimics his own. You tangle your fingers together.

“This feels like a dream,” your voice is barely above a whisper, lest the night air hears the talk of lovers.

“I’m not totally convinced you aren’t a dream.” Enji pulls you to sit back against his legs, in this position you can meet his eyes without straining upward. Strong hands come down to rest at your hips, thumbs rubbing lightly against the lingerie’s fabric.

You scoff, batting at his chest, you laugh his comments off in moments like this. But Enji is convinced one day you will lift straight from the world with nothing left but your shoes keeping the earth weighted down.

Soft lips ghost over his, an invitation he’ll never refuse. Your mouth is against him, small hands coming to either side of Enji’s face. His graying stubble is coarse under your fingers. You inhale deeply, he smells like campfire and expensive cologne. Your tongue slips between his lips. His mouth tastes like the remnants of the bottle of red wine you shared after dinner

The hands around your middle pull your impossibly closer, pressing into your lower back to grind your hips down against the bulge in his sweatpants. Your body moves against him, panties rubbing against your already throbbing clit.

“Daddy.” The title wraps in chords around his vertebrae, the sounds of whimpering hits his ear, and he notices the wet patch rubbing right against his knee.

“What do you want, princess? Tell daddy what you want.” The maneuvering of your hips starts slow, but Enji has you almost bouncing on his leg before you can answer him. Both of your hands wrap around his left wrist, tugging it in between your legs.

“I want you to touch me, please. I- I need it.” You bite the inside of your cheek when the pads of his fingers graze the damp, thin material of your panties, his burning touch sets every blood cell aflame.

“You’re so wet, princess, what’s got you all worked up?” There’s a gleam of humor in his voice, seeing you desperate for him has Enji stiffening beneath you.

“My precious little thing, I’ll take good care of you.” His words write you a promise, it extends far past a night of love in Paris.

You can feel his assurance carved into your heart.

Enji’s hand dips into the front of your underwear, ghosting over your clit and running against your swollen lips. He marvels at your response, the smallest ministrations have your head rolling to the side.

His pointer and middle finger prod against you, inching inside carefully. Even with the utmost care, you wince at the stretch. No matter how many times he’s fucked you open in this whirlwind year,

“You’re tighter than a fucking vise, Christ.”

A long moan escapes you, knees moving to dig into the mattress below you for leverage to buck against his hand. Enji curls his fingers upwards, calloused tips finding the spongy patch of skin that has you squirming. His fingers cross over each other, pumping into you and easing you to relax against the intrusion.

“Daddy, I want your cock. I’m ready, please.” The heat in your core is rising, licking against your nerves like wildfire. Enji tutts in response to your begging, his thumb coming down to rub taught circles into your clit.

“I know, princess, but you remember the rules. Cum on my fingers, and I’ll give you what you want.” Enji picks up the pace of his fingers, his own patience thinning at the edges with each call for your daddy.

“Close, ‘m close,” your voice wobbles, aching legs pushing you against him, chasing desperately for that first release.

Enji feels you clenching tight in finality, a squeal breaching the steamy space around you. You crack in his tight hold, the taste of bliss coats your tongue-- it tastes like tears.

You slump forward against his chest, coming to float back down to earth before he sends you hurdling back towards the sun.

“You’re so beautiful, princess, absolutely perfect.” Enji’s voice is heavy, lined with a certain bitterness you are familiar with. His compliments always sound like apologies.

You lift your head, forehead pressing against his, the stray hair around your face tickling his skin.

There aren’t words that could heal decades. No amount of atonement, no prayers to any gods will fix a life of despair. He shoulders the blame of it all, heavy against bones and muscle.

Moving to kiss him tenderly, lips pulling him back into the world's sweetest direction. You shouldn’t let him use you as his redemption. If Enji were another man, a better man, he would have walked away from you that fateful afternoon under fluorescent light with just the fleeting feeling you dipped his heart in.

He’s not any kind of good in this world, Enji is a foolish bastard.

He’ll keep kissing you, he’ll touch and lick and fuck you until your wings pick up in the wind and fly you away.

“I want to ride your cock, Daddy. Let me make you feel good too.” You beg for him once again, you beg to be a distraction, the sweetest kind of diversion-- hidden snugly in the quiet of a French villa.

Enji is meticulous with stripping you of the dainty lace, brushing off the straps of your bra so the cups fall right under your pert nipples. He moves his hands slowly, snaking up your sides to swipe his thumbs against the pebbled buds. You don’t try to stop the wines falling like prayer, your body still on edge from your first orgasm.

He pulls off your soaked panties, eyes tracing the strings of slick collecting and breaking off from your glistening cunt.

“Such a precious little pussy, and it’s all mine.” Enji frees his cock from his sweats and boxers, the length springing to slap against his abdomen. He pumps his hand a few times before pressing it against your stomach. It’s no surprise that his size is impressive, long and thick in an ever-intimidating way.

Enji admires how his cock presses against you, tip nudging against your belly button. In comparison to your smaller form, it’s a wonder he hasn’t ripped you in half.

You’d let him.

“No more teasing, Daddy. I need it, please.” Desperation sparks against your nerves, igniting with the sharp sound of Enji’s hand against your ass.

“Don’t get mouthy now, princess.” His warning is light, he’s never been good at denying you.

He pulls your hips up, lining himself up so you can sink down onto him. If his fingers make you whimper, the first breach of his shaft makes you wail.

Your hands find his shoulders, digging in to steady yourself with every deliciously unforgiving inch. You’ll never get used to his size, you never want to.

Enji has held composure with white knuckles, but his resolve is rusting with every movement of your descent. His desire to tear into you becomes untamable, his mind swims in with the velveteen grip you suck him in with.

“You’re mine, fuck, you’re mine forever.” He will promise you until he believes it himself.

He’ll believe in forever if forever means you.

The folly of man is nestled at the apex of your thighs, is pleading gasps, is begging for more, is too much and too little.

And Enji is a fool in love.

The gates of heaven open between your quivering legs to let the devil in. He’ll take every moment he can steal.

As your hips settle down finally, the feeling of being so completely full has tears collecting in your lashes to run down your cheeks. It’s depraved, truly, how beautiful your destruction is.

Enji gives you a moment, adjusting to his size and relaxing, his hand comes down to rub against your stomach, tracing against the skin lightly.

“I can feel it,” his breath hitches, the pulsing around him is dizzying, he feels his tip as it moves inside of you, “fuck, I can feel my cock in your tummy.”

Shaky thighs start moving above him, the bounce of fat and flesh atop his hardened body. He can’t help the declarations flying from his mouth, he can’t stop the itching feeling to make you his completely.

“I want to fuck a baby into you, want to fill you so full.” He can feel the way your body reacts to his most perverse desire, “I want you round and swollen with my child.”

Enji grabs your hips, taking control and quickening the pace of his assault on your weeping pussy. You cry out, a string of babbled, “Please, daddy, please fuck me full, s-so full.”

You can feel your second orgasm bubbling up with each stroke of Enji’s cock against your abused pussy. All words are lost, all thoughts fuzzy aside from the man pounding himself into you from below.

“Cum around me, little girl, cum around my cock.” Enji’s words are little more than a growl, head thrown back into the pillows as you constrict around him. His fingers come down against your clit again, rubbing with fervor. He’s adamant on throwing you head-first, body limp and overstimulated in every way.

You feel it in the gnashing of your teeth, the wound chord snapping like floss around Enji. You feel yourself gushing, your cum leaking around him and dripping onto the bed sheets.

Enji cums with one final buck, hips lifting off of the bed as he spills into you. You can feel the thick spurts against your still pulsating walls, filling you to the brim and trickling out even before you separate.

He stays inside of you for a moment, large hands wrapped around your middle, pulling you to crumble into his chest. You collapse against his warm, jagged skin. He lulls you with soft strokes to your hair, behind the flush and sweat on your face, he sees the dizzy, love-drunk expression tugging on your lips.

No matter how many times you disagree, Enji knows it’s true.

The swelling, disorienting feeling of your smile. The visions of a future, of the life he doesn't deserve but wouldn’t give up for any deal the devil could make him. The sight of you, simply and without motive, every day.

It has to be your quirk.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[honeesucker]

Darling, Dearest | Part 3

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x F!Reader (READ ALL WARNINGS)

Word count: 4,307 (Ch. 3 of a multi-chapter fic)

Series Content Warnings: Non-Con / Dub-Con | Drug use | Depictions of violence | Dacryphilia | Unprotected sex | Depictions / mentions of blood | Kidnapping | D/s dynamics | Pet play | Degradation | Multiple partners | Stockholm Syndrome |

Part one ♡ 

Part two ♡

Divider designed by Firefly-Graphics ♡

‘Uhhnfhh!” My voice was hoarse from the constant screams being pulled from my throat so easily. I had since lost the ability to form coherent sentences using real words, my brain muddled from orgasms I long since lost count had resigned itself to baser sounds. My pussy was squelching so lewdly amidst the tireless ministrations of the man between my legs, which were draped over his shoulders. I was surprised my body could still produce any sort of substance after cumming so much but I was continually surprised by how the man brought out one more orgasm, pushing me over the edge again and again with each hungry stroke of the magic muscle currently devouring my sloppy, numb cunt like a starved animal. “Mmfmfhh, p-please! Stop s’too much!”

“Oh, come on now princess,” the deep rasp of a familiar voice sounded from between my legs. I peel my heavy eyelids open, sticky with tears from overstimulation as I glance down, my half-lidded gaze meeting deep carmine eyes shimmering up at me with a mischievous hunger. The soft baby blue waves framed his face unhidden by Father as he tilted his head like a curious puppy, despite his scars and rough patches of skin, he was beautiful.

So beautiful.

“P-please can’t take anymore, please don’t make me cum again,” I was a mewling mess of tears, saliva and heavy sobs wracking my whole body with trembling shakes but it only made Shigaraki glow and smirk, “Tomu p-please, n’more” I slurred as my eyelids fell shut.

“Okay my princess,” Shigaraki whispered, clambering up the length of my body to meet me in a sweet kiss. My eyes still shut but I felt him lean down and nuzzle against my neck gently, applying a soft peppering of kisses along the column of my neck and along my jaw, making me giggle. “I’ll give you some time to rest before the real fun starts,” I sighed contentedly while allowing the feeling of exhaustion to take over my body for a short rest, the elation of finally receiving a reprieve from Shigaraki’s insatiable needs halted by the feeling of my pussy being stretched wider than ever before, my body began to shake in the motions of being fucked at a brutal pace but when my eyes shot open Shigaraki was gone, and the soft pink dream world we shared was starting to bleed into deep hues of blackened blue. It felt like I had been holding my breath underwater for longer than I could, and wasn’t near the surface yet until finally I broke through with a sobbing gasp.

My eyes met almost total darkness aside from the dim glow of a gaming menu left to repeat on the screen of the wall mounted TV. The frantic thumping of my heart took over as mind tried to gather its bearings from being ripped out of a peaceful dream into reality in such a harsh way. I heard huffing and felt wet droplets fall onto my face. Blinking away the sleep in my eyes I watched in horror as Shigaraki, the real Shigaraki, was leaning over me while droplets of saliva from his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth fell onto my face again. His cock was spearing in and out of me without abandon or care for my comfort, feeling like I was being torn apart. I tried to scream but found that there was a wadded-up piece of fabric shoved in my mouth, and secured with a silken gag tied around my head which only allowed a muffled cry to break through the sounds of Shigaraki’s labored breathing. His eyes finally snapped down to my awakening form with a wide smile.

“You did say you’d do anything, right Y/N?” Shigaraki mimicked the way I pleaded with him earlier, the embarrassment of being made fun of heating up my cheeks to a fiery pink. “Why don’t you keep being such a good, compliant cock-sleeve for me hm?” I tried to thrash my body but found that my wrists and ankles were bound to the bed and unable to move beyond an inch. The relentless slap of heavy balls against my ass added a strange sensation that sparked a fire straight into my core while the thrusts of the villain above me began to quicken and stutter before a few final pushes that had the head of his cock slamming up against my cervix over and over, sending full-body jolts throughout my nervous system that had the coil of an impending orgasm ready to snap.

“Come on little cock-sleeve, why don’t you cum for me? I feel you squeezing my cock, ready to milk me for all I have,” Shigaraki was laughing like a maniac above me as he finally let out a loud groan while he pinned his hips against mine, anchoring his cock as deep inside of me as it would go as it shot ropes of hot white cum against my womb, and the coil snapped as he was filling me up. My walls were clamping down around his cock, spasming and sucking him in deeper as my body thrashed against the bindings, my blood felt electric as I cried and drooled against my gag. Shigaraki fell fully on top of me, skin slick with sweat causing us to stick together like half-dried glue. He kept his cock seated fully in my cunt as he caught his breath, and once he did, he slowly pulled his length out of me simultaneously pulling a whimper from my throat with it as the ridges and veins caught every sensitive part inside of my abused hole on the way out.  

“You’re turning out to be more useful than I initially thought,” Shigaraki mused, more to himself out loud than to me. I was left shaking, sweaty and full of warm, sticky cum that was leaking out of my pussy and onto the mattress. Fat rolls of tears were still spilling from my eyes and down the sides of my face as I lay back on the pillow, my limbs ached and I wanted to badly to curl in on myself but my wrists and ankles were still tied to the bed without much give. “I have to go and meet someone about some prospective members for the League, you be a good toy and stay put,” and with that he was gone.

I wasn’t certain how long it had been since Shigaraki left. Ten minutes or two hours felt the same when my mind remained a hazy mess of pain and disgust at myself that I came on the cock that fucked me awake. I was in such a tormented state of mind that I didn’t realize that my quirk had activated and was working itself on my body, I didn’t take notice when the blue tendrils of energy healed the raw skin around my wrists and ankles where the ties dug in... didn’t realize I was pulling my knees to my chest and tucking arms against my stomach in as tight of a ball as I could get after the energy worked itself away at the material keeping me hostage.  

I fell asleep sobbing.

I woke up in a muddled haze of pain and confusion. My body ached like I’d been in the same position for days, and I stretched out and welcomed the sting that came with using the dormant muscles. I sat up and realized I was back in the room that had become ‘mine’ the one I initially woke up in when this whole mess started. I stretched and twisted my body until the ache dulled to a comfortable degree, and walked into the bathroom to shower; well-deserved as my skin felt filthy, sticky and wet with sweat. I turned the shower on and let the steam fill up the entire bathroom before stripping and stepping under the burning spray. I showered until the hot water turned tepid after over an hour of scrubbing, sudsing, conditioning and exfoliating every inch of my body – something in my head telling me to scrub. Scrub until it was gone.

Until what was gone?

I stepped out of the glass door and into the steamy room, enjoying the way the air quick-cooled my skin and left me feeling more refreshed than I had in a while since my arrival here. I was watching myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

“You said you’d do anything, right Y/N?” Shigaraki’s voice came through the haze of my mind like a wasp sting to the psyche. I spit out my toothbrush and gagged on the memory, slipping to the floor as the night of horror came back to the forefront of my mind, something my restful state tried to protect me from but wasn’t strong enough to overtake.  

I swallowed the thick memory back down while resigning myself to the reality of what happened.

I did say I’d do anything, didn’t I?

Fucking coward.

After a glacial-paced week of sitting and watching Kurogiri take care of the bar with Shigaraki always watching some lesser-known Pro Hero on the TV complete an interview for the most recent villain attack that they thwarted, muttering to himself about the hypocrisy of it all. “Government mandated violence all in the name of the Greater Good... y’ugh,” he’d murmur angrily as his nail dug harshly into the column of his throat where new wounds and old scars comingled. With a sigh I’d stand up and walk over to where Shigaraki was sat, ruby eyes glued to the TV in silent rage as I slowly cupped his large, slender hands in my own as I pulled them down, replacing the scratch of his nails with the soft palms of my hands allowing the liquid glow of my quirk to cool and heal the raw wounds. He was resistant to me touching him in this way at first but it soon became a softened reluctance over an outright disgust.

Sometimes I almost felt him sigh and soften into my touch; and if I caught him on a particularly good day he would let me rub a moisturizing ointment on his neck, around his lips and eyes, and the scarred ridges of his forehead he seemed especially tender about. I’d always thank him for letting me into his personal space without killing me. The sarcastic quip always got me a slight tug at the corner of his lips, not a full smile but close enough in my book.

Being a reluctant (see compelled) member of the Leage of Villains as the go-to feel good girl wasn’t as awful as the first few weeks that compiled a list of horrors I was never exposed to in my day-to-day civilian life. I had a coming-to-self moment with all that had happened and recognized the pedestal I set my standards on didn’t apply here, not when I was doing whatever it took to survive each day as it came... be it an uppity thug with a colt .45 placed between my eyes (he was dusted before he thought about pulling the trigger) or Shigaraki and his hellishly huge cock - I’d take it on. I had to, had to mold myself to this uncertain lifestyle.  

The pain was starting to morph into something I derived a sick amount of pleasure from, body numb from overstimulation and pussy filled and leaking on an almost nightly basis whether back at the bar in Shigaraki’s room, or out somewhere in a filthy backway alley because his temper got out of control and he needed something grounding to reestablish his dominance over – and of course I wouldn’t let Shigaraki come an inch on to knowing I was getting more enjoyment than what reactions he forced from me with his brutal ministrations.  

I was walking shortly behind Shigaraki along the dimly lit street coming back from one of the many meetings with Giran that Shigaraki has been attending, hearing promises of new blood to come for the League of Villains – Giran was set to bring a few new bodies to the bar next week after a failed rendezvous earlier the previous week with Stain, the Hero Killer, hadn’t panned out the way Shigaraki had hoped it would; though he was completely unfazed by the failing of Stain’s recruitment and just moved on to bigger plans that included destroying him instead along the way. It was a miraculous turnaround after the failed recruitment of Stain and a meeting Shigaraki had mentioned with a student that was ‘surprisingly insightful’ - I wasn’t sure what it meant then but Shigaraki had slowly began to morph into a true leader of the League as opposed to the childish brat with an anger problem and disposable resources. He was still angry, still had all he could want short of the collapse of Hero Society at his fingertips... but his demeanor and reactions to certain things shifted and I admired the change in him.

I was pulled from my mindless day dreaming by someone quite literally pulling on me and shoving me hard against a wall behind a convenience store Shigaraki and I had been walking past, though his long legs had meant he was further ahead of me when I was grabbed. A meaty hand that smelt like cigarettes and filth was clamped over my mouth and I looked up to see the stocky form of some no-life thug in a grey wifebeater and jeans looking at me with blown pupils and a sick grin of uneven black and yellowed teeth. There was an indistinguishable press of a dulled knife in my stomach, not quite puncturing into me yet but I felt the tiniest amount of blood trickling down to my navel from the initial push. I glowered at the hunk of fat and ill-intent pinning me to the wall, struggling against the grip that while shaky, was still strong enough to overpower me. I had just gotten one of my legs loose from where his own were pinning them just enough to give a good kick straight up into his family jewels but just as my boot was meant to contact balls his body crumbled and disintegrated to comingle with the other debris and filth of the alleyway where he truly belonged.  

“Fuc-” I was cut off by Shigaraki’s annoyed expression, shaking his hand slightly as it dusting it off.

“You’re an incessant magnet for scum,” he growled, yanking me from my shocked position still on the wall and out back onto the sidewalk toward the bar. He had an iron-tight four fingered grip on my wrist that I knew was going to leave an angry looking mark once he let me go. With his pace set to a brutal haste, we were back inside the bar in no time. Walking quickly past Kurogiri who gave us a questioning look but didn’t push Shigaraki any further, knowing the man was furious and on a mission. We rounded a corner and down a hall to where I knew Shigaraki’s room was, and he opened the door and threw me inside, shutting it behind him and leaning against it with his slender arms crossed tightly across his chest, his gleaming red eyes glaring daggers down at me where I fell on his mattress, his right hand came up to his neck and scratched at it relentlessly, picking at the tender skin and causing pearls of blood to show.  

“May I ask what the hell this is?” I motioned to my bruised wrist and outwardly to the room around us in general. Shigaraki was taking in sharp, deep breaths like he was trying to calm himself down.

“Shut up,” is all he growled out.

“W-” I started and then decided to clamp my mouth shut, thinking better against speaking up like my need for the last word is fighting me to do. I just give a small nod and fold my hands in my lap, waiting; and I wasn’t kept waiting long before slender, pale fingers reached out in front of me and quickly decayed my sweatshirt and the joggers of Shigaraki’s I was still wearing. Knowing where this was going to head, I quickly kicked off the boots I was still wearing and waited, almost afraid to breathe as Shigaraki’s fingertips ghosted over the contours of my body, stopping to press a red mark into an especially soft spot with a pleased hum. He finally decided upon utilizing both his hands pointer finger and thumb to tug and roll my nipples harshly between his fingers with an unforgiving pressure, taking extra pleasure in the pathetic, pained mewls that left my throat when he tugged forward harshly.

“You belong to me,” he said evenly, his deadpan tone and calm demeanor scaring me more than I am during any of his previous outbursts. One hand let go of the abused nipple it was holding onto to rain down a slap that left the room echoing with a deafening silence. I bit into my bottom lip until it bled, holding back the cry as a few tears escapes my eyes. Shigaraki leaned forward and licked up along the curve of my cheek, taking my throat into his hand, leaving his middle finger up in the air as he pressed into my throat with force. “Say it,” he growled.

“Y-yours,” I choked out as best I could from the pressure on my throat, “I belong to you - I’m yours.”

“That’s right, you’re mine. Mine to do with as I please, mine to keep,” Shigaraki leant down and took a long breath in, leaning in further to place a kiss on the top of my head. “Then why do you keep letting the slums of the Earth put their hands on what’s mine? Once or twice might be a coincidence, but it’s happened what, princess, three or four times now? That’s a pattern...” Shigaraki’s tone was dangerous and my heart leapt up into my throat jack hammering like a rabbit caught beneath a wolf’s paw. “A pattern that needs to be broken,” he finishes and the tears are flowing in a silent river down my cheeks, landing on my bare chest and mixing with the remaining ash of my clothes in grey streaks.  

“S-Shigaraki, I don’t... I-I can’t control what others do to me,” I whisper nearly inaudible, “I don’t ask to be touched or threatened, or – or fucking whatever!” I didn’t realize I was shaking until Shigaraki placed his hands on my shoulders careful not to lay all fingers down as always, and pressed down on them until I was laying back on the bed underneath his weight. My body was still trembling beneath the hard crimson stare of the villain above me as he slowly leant down to draw a deep breath against the skin of my shoulder, sending a shiver up the length of my spine. “P-please I don’t mean to draw their attention, I don’t want it,” I was whining weakly as he kept up his slowly ghosting over my body, drawing deep inhales of my skin and hair, tracing a long wet line with his tongue up the column of my neck and the curve of my face... the way you’d imagine a dragon would play with a sheep before it devoured the poor creature. I stopped my pleading quickly when I realized it wasn’t changing his demeanor, or my inevitable fate, of what that was I wasn’t certain, but I had one last pleading question. “W-why am I being punished for someone else’s transgressions?” I wasn’t proud of the way my voice cracked and bubbled with fear, and lost the fight to the threat of tears almost spilling over my eyes.

“You’re not,” Shigaraki breathed, ghosting his against my neck before placing sweet kisses against the skin.  

“Then why-?” I was cut off by the press of his scarred lips to mine, and while it was always an odd feeling blooming in the pit of my stomach at the uncharacteristically intimate act, I allowed him to do as he pleased; and despite the side effects of his quirk affecting his skin, his lips were still warm and welcoming. Shigaraki pressed his body further against mine, lodging a knee between my thighs as he pressed the joint hard up against my pussy causing my cheeks to burn hot and pink with the embarrassment of how turned on I was by the simple action, my arousal evident in the hot pulsations of need aching where his knee pressed and rubbed just enough to frustrate me.

“Is being with me really such a punishment?” He asked, his tone even despite the personal sting the question would bring anyone asking that of themselves. He doesn’t wait for an answer though before his mouth is back on mine, slender fingers kneading harshly into the soft fat of my stomach and hips with a bruising force, dipping down to my thighs as he hiked them to curl up around his own hips. Shigaraki was rutting his clothed cock against my core, already shamefully hot and wet, soaking into the fabric of his pants as he grinded against the slick lips. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine, as my lips parted with puffing breaths from the growing arousal of his grinding, wanting more friction, more anything... more of him. “Don’t you see that someone so weak like you, someone so naive and alluring to such pathetic scum needs to be kept and looked after by someone who is able to protect them?” Shigaraki was punctuating his sentences with deep grinds against my bare pussy, the rough seams of his pants bringing me a mixture of pleasure from having just enough friction, and pain from how harsh the fabric was against the sensitive bud. I just nodded, dumb from the aching between my legs. I was always a magnet for trouble, big or small, and I noticed it more and more since having first been taken that night in the alley; it’s been one shitty situation after another with someone trying to take something from me. Shigaraki seemed to sense the change in my thoughts as he decayed his own clothing in a fit of frustrated rage at what was separating our bodies. His pale cock slapped up heavy against his stomach as the fabric fell from his body. The head was red, angry with need and leaking a bead of pearly precum. As if my body decided to move on its own, I was on my hands and knees on Shigaraki’s bed and leaning forward to grab at the delicious looking cock, lavishing the head with kitten licks swirling around the tip in a mess of saliva and precum. His long fingers were tangling in my hair, gentling scratching my scalp with the main four fingers, eliciting a hum from me as I leant into his palm like a cat. His fingers found purchase tangled in my hair on the back of my head as he gripped hard and gave a hard yank that had tears brimming my eyes as Shigaraki looked down at me with a charming smile stretching his lips and his ruby eyes narrowed down at me. “Answer me, princess,” Shigaraki purred and I only nodded along quickly.

“Y-yes I need protecting,” I whimpered out when his grip tightened, pulling at the roots of my hair painfully.  

“You need me,” he stated simply and I nodded fervently.

“Yes, I n-need you,” I let out a breath when Shigaraki released his Titan grip on my hair, plopping onto the bed and rubbing at the back of my head with a series of pitiful whines.  

“What do you need me for, princess?” Shigaraki asked with a wicked grin on his face.

“Mmfmmph n-need you to protect me,” I managed out between the small thrusts Shigaraki made of barely his cockhead in and out of my mouth, teasing me. “Need your coc-” a hard shove had his full length sheathed down my throat as I drooled and gagged around the fleshy member. Sputtering and trying to breathe through my nose until Shigaraki used his forefinger and thumb to pinch my nostrils affectively cutting off all my air which had me struggling against him.  

“That’s right,” Shigaraki stated above me, as cool and collected as ever as I thrashed and struggled for air beneath him, “you need me, my cock. I am the Master of your future, I can give you so much and take everything away,” he said giving one final thrust into my mouth after I calmed down from lack of oxygen and resignation to my fate, and pulled out letting me sputter and pull hungry breaths of air in as he looked on with a sick satisfaction etched across his soft, scarred features. I fell down on my stomach flat like a frog and just let the tears flow freely as my body shook with hiccups and fits of coughs as the ability to breathe came back to me fully.  

Shigaraki leant down until he was face to face with me, his hand reaching out to cut my tear-soaked cheek as he spoke, “You’re going to make such an exceptional player two when I’m done with you.”

I resigned myself to the comfort that came as he crawled into his bed with me, wrapping his frame around mine as I still shook a bit from the sobs that wracked my chest. I fell asleep coming down from the high of fear, sinking into the comfort of no longer being used for the time being having been pushed past a limit tonight.

I felt strong, slender arms grasp my waist tighter in my sleep as I drifted off into a black, dreamless sleep.

[hopelesshawks]

Love and Admiration Part 19- Goodnight Princess

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warnings for brief depiction of sexual harassment (not from Bakugo), unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia (crying kink), overstimulation, and dirty talk

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As you walk up to the AHA building you spot Aizawa talking to a man with his back to you in a black bomber jacket, a white hood pulled over the back, with a black baseball cap on. Curiosity drives your feet forward a little faster until you get close enough that recognition finally hits and causes you to slow down again. Even with his back to you you’d recognize Bakugo Katsuki anywhere. Part of you wants to turn around and run home, message Aizawa some half hearted excuse about getting tied up in a villain attack and no longer being able to help out. Before you can though Aizawa notices your arrival and waves you over. “Here’s who you’ll be working with,” you hear your former teacher tell Bakugo and just as it sinks in that Bakugo was also clueless as to who he’d been working with, he turns around to see and your heart skips a beat. Yes he looks unfairly attractive the way he always does but what really caught your attention is his outfit. Right there in the center of his white hoodie is a black Mercury symbol, the same symbol stamped somewhere on almost all your merch and the same one you’ve been using as your profile picture on social media since your debut. Bakugo follows your gaze down to the incriminating symbol, his cheeks going bright red. He mutters out an excuse about tossing bags in the car so he can turn away although you’re a little surprised when he extends his hand out to you expectantly. You consider the man in front of you who still won’t meet your gaze. Hurt still burns unpleasantly in your chest but you hand over your duffel bag and with little more than a sheepish glance and nod as acknowledgment, Bakugo moves to the trunk of the car to load it up. “You and Bakugo can handle this right? I saw the news call you a dynamic duo so,” Aizawa asks and you nod immediately. “Yea, we’ve got this. You got nothing to worry about,” you assure the older man. “Good. Get into town, get some rest, one of the local heroes will fill you in on the situation in the morning,” he explains. You nod your understanding and then go to join Bakugo in the car. Once you’re settled in, Bakugo starts up the engine and pulls off into the night.

The silence is awkward. You stare out the window as the cityscape slowly starts to thin out. Once Bakugo pulls the car out onto the highway it doesn’t take long before you’re leaving the city lights behind entirely. When the silence becomes too oppressive you pop open the glove box and root around until you find a USB port. You use your phone charger to plug in your phone, scroll through to one of your chiller playlists, and press play. Music floats through the speakers and you feel yourself relaxing although a quick glance at Bakugo reveals he doesn’t feel the same. He’d discarded his jacket in the backseat once he’d gotten in the car and, as usual, had pushed the long sleeves of the hoodie up to his elbows. As a result it’s easy to see the tense line of his shoulders and the popping veins in his forearms. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are almost white. You’ll be genuinely surprised if there aren’t permanent indentations of his fingers in the steering wheel by the time you two reach your destination. You’re tempted to just let him stew in whatever emotions he’s feeling at seeing you again for the first time since you’d hooked up, but then your eyes fall on where your hero name is written on the sleeve of his hoodie and you decide you’re feeling just generous enough to break the silence.

“You’re wearing the hoodie I got you.”

“Yea.”

“Why?”

Bakugo’s hands somehow tighten even more on the steering wheel before he bites out “Because I like it,” defensively. You roll your eyes and return your gaze to the window. No one can say you didn’t try. You’re about to give up and lament your fate to the groupchat when you hear Bakugo sigh next to you. “That’s not it. I mean I do like it but I didn’t think your dumb ass was gonna be here and it’s not the only reason,” Bakugo confesses. “Insulting me is not a strong start but what’s the other reason?” you ask. The pause is long before Bakugo speaks up again to admit, “I’ve missed you.” The incredulous look you give him almost makes him wince. “You’re the one who stopped messaging me you asshole!” “I know that!” “Then you don’t get to miss me!” “Well I don’t know what the fuck to tell you cause I do!” “Then why’d you ghost me?” “I panicked!”

Both of you go silent after that particular admission. This time it’s Bakugo who speaks up to break it. “Look I don’t date,” he sighs. “Who the fuck said I wanted to date you?” you ask defensively, your cheeks heating up the slightest bit. “Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to apologize.” “Apologize better.” “If you shut the fuck up I will.” “I don’t think apologies are supposed to include telling the other person to shut the fuck up.” “I’m trying here (y/l/n),” Bakugo growls and the almost desperate edge to his voice is enough to make you swallow your next retort, instead motioning for him to continue. “I don’t date and I don’t usually fuck people I enjoy having around. I already fucked up with you enough so I didn’t want to do it again. I panicked and that only made shit worse until I didn’t know how to fix it, ok? People care about me and I’m shit to them, that’s just how it goes. I’m sorry you got caught up in it,” he finally admits.

You weren’t expecting that level of honesty from him, nor were you expecting his answer to be so vulnerable. You turn to face him as much as you can within the confines of the seat of the car and take in his body language. Had he always been this insecure about his relationships with the people around him? Maybe if you hadn’t spent years cataloging his every move and expression from afar you would’ve missed it, but looking at him now he looks cracked open. You get the distinct impression that as small as his list of people he likes is, the list of people he’s allowed to see him like this is even smaller. “That’s not true,” you offer but that only makes Bakugo scoff. “It’s not!” you insist. “I don’t need your fucking pity,” he grumbles. “Jesus Christ you really are an idiot. Midoriya, Kirishima, and Denki all have plenty of other friends asshole. If what you said were true they would’ve dumped you a long time ago so cut the pity party bullshit and give me a real fucking apology so I can forgive you already,” you insist, and it reminds you a little of how he’d encouraged you during the reunion. The glance he shoots you is calculating, as if trying to assess how much you mean those words. “You’re going to forgive me?” he asks skeptically. “With an actual apology? Yea. I swear to god you’re the only one who still sees you as the same person you were when we first got to UA,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “I’m sorry for ghosting you,” he grumbles out, cheeks slightly flushed as he does so. “Good. You’re forgiven. Now what songs should I play the rest of the drive?”

The ride gets a lot easier after that. You’ve missed Bakugo and it’s nice slipping back into the groove the two of you seem to have with each other. He talks shit about your song choices but you still catch him humming along or tapping the steering wheel to the beat a few times. He reveals he got around to finishing your favorite movie and so you guys spend a long time talking about that and your recommendations for other movies going forward. It’s comfortable and before you know it Bakugo is driving past the welcome sign for the tiny town the two of you will be working in. There’s only one hotel. It’s small and could probably use some updating but it’ll do just fine for the short duration of your trip. As the two of you grab your bags and start to head inside Bakugo asks “What are the odds the old man sprung for us to get our own rooms?” “Doubtful, you know the association is cheap as fuck. It has to be. You’re stuck with me,” you tease. “Guess that ain’t so bad,” Bakugo shrugs, which causes your heart to pound a little harder in your chest. “I’ll check us in if you wanna grab some shit from the vending machine,” Bakugo offers and you easily agree, the two of you heading in opposite directions to complete your tasks.

As you make your way over to the vending machine you catch the attention of a middle aged man, likely another guest, who follows you over that direction. “Well hello beautiful, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing around here?” he calls as he makes his way over. You roll your eyes but otherwise ignore him as you instead focus on selecting something from the machine in front of you. “C’mon hot stuff, don’t ignore me. I can tell you’re a big city chick, probably been around the block right? What’s one more?” he insists, sliding his body in front of you. “Do you mind? I’m trying to grab something,” you reply as levelly as possible. It’s moments like this where you hate the spotlight of heroism. You would love nothing more than to make the man blocking your way move but that would be unbecoming of a role model for future generations. “Aww don’t be like that doll, lighten up,” the man grins before having the audacity to move away from the vending machine just enough to smack your ass. You are livid, your hand immediately grasping hold of his wrist to stop him from touching you again. You whirl on him to tell him off but before you can he’s being wrenched out of your grip and violently tossed to the floor. Before you can even fully process what’s happened Bakugo stands like a wall between you, all fury and fire and brimstone. You haven’t seen him this angry in a very long time and even if the man who’d been hitting on you doesn’t know who Bakugo is, the glare and overall body language is still enough to have him cowering at Bakugo’s feet. “If you ever fucking touch her again, if you so much as fucking look at her, I will make you wish you were never fucking born,” Bakugo growls out and god maybe you do have a murder boner like Nejire said because you should not find any of this hot but you definitely do. The older man scrambles to his feet with a nod and runs off with barely a glimpse behind him and certainly not one in your direction, allowing you and Bakugo to heave a sigh of relief. “I know you had that handled but dude pissed me off,” Bakugo explains. His voice is still rough and anger-laden and you try to ignore the way it sends shivers down your spine. “Thanks Bakugo,” you reply, grateful both for his defense of you and his acknowledgment that you don’t need defending. “Katsuki,” he corrects you immediately. “What?” “You’re not mad at me anymore right?” “No?” “Then call me Katsuki,” he insists gruffly. You can only nod in response, afraid that if you open your mouth something embarrassing will come out of it like how incredibly fucking hot it was watching him defend you or how saying his first name right now is bringing back a few too many memories of when he’d first demanded you use his first name in the alley.

Bakugo leads you to your room as you try in vain to rein in your rampant thoughts. Even as you finally arrive all you can think about is the feeling of his lips on yours, the feeling of him filling you up, and what it was like to, for a moment, be the sole owner of his attention. He tosses his stuff on his bed and sits down as you move towards your own but your mind insists on picturing him fucking you relentlessly into it. “What’s up with your face dumbass?” Bakugo suddenly asks and the question makes you jump about a foot in the air, warmth filling your cheeks as you realize you’ve been caught mid-fantasy. “Nothing is up with my face!” you defend and you hope it’s the truth because you can feel how much wetness has pooled in your panties already. Bakugo rises up and stalks towards you and you can’t help but feel like prey, stepping backwards away from him until he’s got you crowded up against the wall. The similarity to that day in the alley is not lost on you and it only makes things worse. “What’s running through that head of yours princess?” he asks and the nickname is too much, a breathless curse slipping past your lips unbidden. You don’t have much time to be embarrassed by how obviously flustered you’re getting because one of Katsuki’s hands finds your waistband as if on instinct at the sound of you breathless. “If you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back,” he admits and you can tell by the flush in his cheeks that he means it. “I thought you don’t sleep with people you like,” you reply with bated breath. “You’re the exception,” he growls out, pressing closer before seeming to think better of it and closing his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose as if trying desperately to control himself, before adding “if you want to be.” “God yes,” you reply and no sooner have the words left your mouth is he pressing a bruising kiss to your lips as if he’s been quietly suffocating and you’re the last bit of oxygen left.

Katsuki tugs you away from the wall and you go easily, allowing him to push you towards your mattress until you’re lying down on it and he can comfortably hover over you, his lips barely leaving yours the entire time. It doesn’t take long to get you both down to your underwear, the entire process a blur. “You’re such a fucking mess for me princess,” Bakugo practically purrs as he runs his fingers along the damp fabric of your panties. Your hips buck up into the attention eagerly as you nod your agreement at the statement. “Yea, it’s only for you,” you tell him breathlessly and it might’ve been embarrassing if not for the way it draws a deep, satisfied growl from Katsuki’s chest his mouth dropping to your neck and then your chest and working further and further down. “Think you deserve a better apology then I gave you in the car,” he says suddenly looking up the length of your body to find your eyes. “What do you mean?” you ask with what little breath you have in your lungs. “I’ve always been better at doing shit than talking. You thought that apology before was good just wait,” he grins up at you cockily and it already has your stomach doing somersaults even before his teeth find the waistband of your panties and start tugging them down your legs. The moan you release at the sight is completely unfettered as your already dripping wet pussy clenches desperately around nothing. Katsuki is nothing if not a tease so even once he’s done with your panties he doesn’t immediately head to the main course. He lavishes attention on your inner thighs, leaving countless hickeys in his wake but no matter how much you whine and squirm he shows no signs of moving his mouth to where you really want it. “Katsuki,” you finally whine desperately. “What is it princess?” he asks and you can feel him smirking against you, the bastard. “I don’t think apologies are supposed to be teasing like this,” you pant. “Oh really now? You got something to say about my apology princess?” Bakugo asks, the smirk sliding away. “I think you’re not much better at this kind of apology than spoken ones.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

“I didn’t realize my princess was such a whore. You want my mouth that bad? You want to cum that bad?” Katsuki asks and there’s an edge to his voice you’re pretty sure means trouble for you but you nod anyway. “Please Katsuki.” “Well if my princess wants to be a greedy fucking slut then so be it,” he agrees in that same lethal tone before diving in to devour you with an intense voracity you’re unprepared for. You moan loudly, hands grasping hard onto the blankets as he licks a hard swipe all the way from your twitching hole to your sensitive clit before pulling the nub into his mouth and sucking hard. He continues to lave attention on your sensitive clit even as he shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt and starts setting a brutal pace. Eventually he brings his free hand to take over for his mouth and stimulate your clit while he moves his tongue to join his fingers, stuffing you absolutely full. The attention is almost overwhelming and it isn’t long until you’re seeing stars, crying out Katsuki’s name. As you come down from your high you realize Katsuki is still pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you. “Katsu- ah!” you cut yourself off with a shout as he resumes massaging your swollen clit. “S-slow down,” you moan but if anything it only makes him move his fingers more aggressively. You grit your teeth, grasping the blankets even more tightly. “What’s wrong? Thought you wanted this,” he taunts as he pushes you into your second orgasm of the night.

Your entire body is tingling now, thoughts filled only with Katsuki, but he still hasn’t stopped and you’ve never been so overstimulated in your life. “Kas’ki ‘s too much,” you moan, eyes watering as he continues to relentlessly massage your almost painfully sensitive clit. “Don’t tell me my greedy little slut is done already. I still haven’t filled you up yet,” he teases you as he finally removes his finger only to line his dick up with your entrance instead. “Come on baby, I think you’ve got one more in you. Don’t you want to be good for me?” he asks and every inch of your body is saying that you should tap out but instead you find yourself nodding. “Use your words baby.” “Wanna be good for you,” you pant and the devilish grin you get in response has your heart practically in your throat. Slowly but surely Bakugo starts pushing into you. It’s so much, too much, stimulation but even as tears start to run down your cheeks you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. He curses under his breath as he finally bottoms out inside you, taking a moment to collect himself so it won’t be over too soon. As he starts moving he lavishes you with praise while all you can do is whine and whimper, alternating between barely intelligible expressions of how fucking good it all feels and broken cries of his name. “God you look so fucking beautiful like this. You know that? Fucking gorgeous,” he groans as his hips move faster and faster. You can tell when he’s close, his rhythm starting to get sloppier. “You ready to give me that third one baby? Can you do that for me?” he asks and you nod frantically, coasting along that razor thin edge between pleasure and pain. He leans down to kiss you then, swallowing each broken sound you make, as he rocks into you harder and harder until you’re both too strung out to do much more than pant and breathe into each other’s mouths. You topple over the ledge first but Katsuki isn’t far behind, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. You sob out his name one final time as praises pour from his lips about how perfect you were for him. “Knew you could do it for me princess. So good for me,” he sighs as he continues to paint your insides white.

When Bakugo is finally spent, he rolls over and practically collapses next to you. You both have to take a minute to recover, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. Unsurprisingly, Bakugo recovers first so he carefully pulls back the covers before bringing them back up to drape over the two of you. “You good?” he asks, eyes scanning over your body as if trying to catalogue any damage he might’ve done. “More than good,” you sigh contentedly. “Good. C’mere,” he commands and you’re more than happy to oblige, allowing him to pull you against his chest. He carefully wipes the tears away from your cheeks before wrapping you more fully into his arms. “I take back what I said,” you mumble into his chest, exhaustion creeping in as the steady beat of his heart starts to lull you to sleep. “What are you on about now?” he asks, but the fondness in his tone belies the harshness of his words. “You’re fucking amazing at apologies,” you mumble. “Shut up and go to sleep dumbass,” he replies but you can practically hear the pleased smirk in his voice.

“Goodnight Katsuki.”

“Goodnight Princess.”

A/N: Apologies are difficult for Bakugo. He’s a very actions speak louder than words kinda guy. Also as funny a trope as the whole “forced to share one bed at a hotel/motel cause there are no other rooms” trope is, it’s more meaningful to me if there are two beds and they still choose to share.

Taglist: @pixelwisp @oliviasslut @larkspyrr @heroacadema @kozukatsuki @captaincyberqueen @undead-nyx @ineedtofocusfr @i-heart-fictional-boys

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Link

Twilight Princess Link is the one I know best but Skyward/Toon might blend in here

1: sexuality headcanon - BABY BI BI BI. Look, I just get the vibes that in TP, the people he finds just drop-dead gorgeous are Ilia, Zelda, Midna, and Shad. (I'm not gonna do my essay on why ShadLink is a super emotional and fun side ship but rest assured I have one.) I don't really care about BOTW but I hear that he has a crush on a big fish man and good for him. It's what he deserves. Skyward Link is probably in a state of "OH NO HE'S HOT" about Ghirahim's flirting, like "This man wants to kill me, why am I staring at the biceps when he does the dramatic poses, please brain not this man." But! Girls! Oh my God women are so beautiful to him! Midna was an AWAKENING. I'm not big on Zelink (except weirdly in Minish Cap) but I can see how it flavors canon. And Skyward? I, uh...I like Link/Peatrice. I know it's a whole "test of honesty" sidequest but I like to think that if you choose to confess to her, it's because Link DOES mean it, because she's always waiting for him when he has items to check and he probably can't help but tell her about some of his adventures when he does and then oh no she's too cute when she does the happy dance and Link has a weak heart that gets crushes way too easily. Link goes around his daily life like "The boys are pretty. The girls are pretty." And I don't know of a character we can canonically call nonbinary (except maybe Link himself?) but I'm SURE he would also find enbies also too pretty. And no, I don't see him as a horny perv type. Link is a BLUSHING AWKWARD MESS who tries to sweep all his crushes off their goddamn FEET so he can spend quality time with them.

2: otp - I don't know anymore for TP Link because I juuuuuust broke up my longtime love of MidLink (listen...the cinematic parallels between Midna and Lailah Zestiria were too strong, and now MidLailah is a thing and oops, Midna is ALSO bi as fuck) and I just said ShadLink was lovely but I also have nostalgia for Ashei/Shad so Iunno. But Skyward Link definitely is destined for PEATRICE. Listen, the dynamic of "chosen one hero who goes on the adventure x the one shopkeeper you have to meet up with basically every time you set out for a mission" SPEAKS TO ME, OKAY?

3: brotp - Midna. Zelda. Linebeck. Ashei. Agitha. Colin.

4: notp - There's not really any one ship I haaaaate for him. Even GanonLink could be fun if you do it right. I'm not a fan of the way most people play GhiraLink admittedly - you do you, but I always feel like Ghirahim needs somebody more VICIOUS to match his evil energy (I feel very strongly about villain4villain ships). But it's not BAD and it has some basis in canon subtextual dialogue. I guess the only ship that would gross me out upon sight is if you put him with Epona in a scenario where Epona did not gain human-level communication abilities.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - I just like to think that after the events of Twilight Princess, Link realized that he loved the thrill of the journey more than he did just kicking around home, and though he does still have a permanent house in Ordon where he grew up, he will also take any excuse for a ROAD TRIP ADVENTURE.

6: one way in which I relate to this character - Taking the weight of the world upon our shoulders.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - Sumo Link in the iron boots. Because I would become an embarrassed mess if I had to wear that little fabric and so then I of course have to imagine wearing that little fabric and become an embarrassed mess just thinking about it. He is a braver person than I.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - CINNAMON ROLL

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who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? talk about them! ~tat

Ooh this will be fun. I'm not sure I'll have as much to say as some other people who have been asked this question, but I hope it's ok!

Top 10 Black Clover Characters

1. Mereoleona Vermillion

I could rant for hours about how much I love this woman. She's very strong and doesn't give a damn about status, which I love about her. Like almost all the females in Black Clover, she isn't overly sexualized or dependent on a man in some way. I love her character design, her magic, and everything. I think I'm a little obsessed with this woman honestly.

2. Noelle Silva

A typical female shonen character that's part of the main guy's harem. What I love about Noelle is her development. She goes from a royal who hates commoners to a strong female lead that accepts anyone for who they are. I haven't watched all the anime in the world, but from what I've seen, she's gotten the best development of any shonen female. If there's another one out there, please let me know. I love that Noelle's character development isn't over. I can't wait to see where she ends up by the end of the series.

3. Asta

Our gray-clad hero. A typical shonen protagonist with a never give up mentality. I really love that about Asta. Asta's mental strength is off the charts. He was able to dealing with people bullying him his entire life over something he had no control over. And yet, he continues pushing onward to change the dynamics of the Clover Kingdom. What a brave boy. Of course, with mental strength like that, it makes sense his brain can't keep up in other areas. I love how much of a simpleton Asta can be. It makes him more endearing. Asta's character even inspires me to push past my own limits and never give up on my dreams.

4. William Vangeance

A sweet, quiet man with a deadly secret. I love his origin story and how it has affected his life to this day. The main thing I love is how complex his character becomes. From a top captain to a man struggling living with another soul in his body that defies the ideals and people he believes in, William is complex. I couldn't imagine living with another soul in my body for about 15ish years. Dealing with this all alone without going insane marks William as another mentally strong character. Choosing between the mentor that saved you and gave you a new life and the best friend who's shared your body for longer than you've know your mentor must be a very difficult decision to make. I'm not surprised William wasn't able to choose between them. I hope both William and Patry get a good redemption arc.

5. Finral Roulacase

A typical playboy character. He's cute, funny, and relatable. I tend not to like playboy characters, but Finral is different. He believes all women should be worshipped and treated like princesses, and he actually has a backstory. Having a sibling who is better than you in all ways reminds me of Zuko and Azula from Avatar. Despite dealing with his parents disappointment and his sibling's sneering his whole life, Finral never turned evil or tried to get revenge. At first, he ran from his problems, but with the help of the Black Bulls, he conquered his fears and grows stronger each day. I really love this boy.

6. Nozel Silva

LOOKS AT HIM HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE DJJSJDJAJJS! Ok rant over. As a royal, I never expected Nozel to have a reason for treating Noelle the way he did. Granted, I don't approve of it at all, but I love that he's working to change. He's also very stoic and strong. Nozel has a cold exterior that can be broken over time. That's what Asta did to this Silver Eagle. Now, Nozel is rivals with 2 commoners. I love that he's changing to be better with Noelle. I can't surroort how he treated Noelle before, but I love that he's working to change his relationship with her. Also, his braid is so majestic. I had a dream and the whole dream was me staring at Nozel's majestic braid flowing in the breeze. I love this handsome man.

7. Yami Sukehiro

This man. Thiiiiis man. He is glorious. He's funny, smart, grumpy, and strong. I love him for all the reasons everyone else does. The main thing I love about Yami is the vibe he gives off. When I see Yami, I see a shonen protagonist who has completed their journey and gives advice to the newest generation of protagonists. He's such a well-rounded character. I would live a spin-off series of Yami's adventures when he was young. That would really sell.

8. Fuegoleon/Leopold Vermillion

THEY'RE BOTH SO PRECIOUS

Fuegoleon: I love this man. Such an inspiration. Just like his other siblings, he doesn't care about status. My favourite line if his is: "There isn't any shame is being weak. The shame is in staying weak." This line can really apply to anything in life. He also inspires me to do better.

Leopold: BABY. Ahem. I love his spunky personality. He's makes me think of Asta had he been born into a royal family. I love that, even though he's a royal, he has his own issues to deal with: making his own way in life and not having to live in his siblings' shadow. He's just a precious bean that requires protection.

9. Klaus Lunettes/Julius Novachrono

I RAN OUT OF PIC SPACE

Anyway, I love these boys. So good.

Klaus: Mom friends are the best kind of friends. I love that he changed because he witnessed Asta and Yuno's abilities and decided these boys were strong. They weren't cheating in any way. He was the first noble to change his ways and believe is Asta and Yuno, and I really love him for that.

Julius: A man working to change his country. We love that. I love that Julius is working towards a country where everyone tears each other as equals. That's a hard task to take on, yet Julius didn't hesitate and took the challenge head-on. Also he's hot...

10. Dorothy Unsworth/Yuno

I love these babies so much.

Dorothy: Hot, short, and powerful. My spirit animal. She's hella strong and shows us that you don't need to be a big strong man to be a powerful leader. Also, she sleeps a lot, which is something I desire more of in life.

Yuno: UwU baby. Hot, strong, and stoic. What more do you need? I love his HEALTHY rivalry with Asta. It's such a joy to watch him grow side-by-side with Asta. I love him so much that I'm not even sure who I want to become the Wizard King in the end. Can we have them both be Wizard Kings?

I don't have a top 10 list of ships, but I do have ships. I'll just talk about them in no particular order.

Mereoleona x William

I love this ship because opposites attract. But if someone tells me they ship William and Patry, I'm not going to argue. Overall, this ship would make both these characters even better than they are now.

Dorothy x Nozel

I get Hinata/Kageyama vibes from this ship. A small, eager baby with a tall, stoic and distant partner. The main reason I ship this is because of the fact that Dorothy knows about what happened to Acier. Nozel wouldn't tell just anyone about that. He must trust Dorothy a huge amount for her to know that information. A royal wouldn't share his darkest family secret with a lavender-haired witch from another country. Also, after the time skip, they both changed a part of their outfits for feathers of the bird corresponding their squad. They got feathers together!

Finral x Vanessa

After the seabed temple arc, I shipped these two. They have such a wholesome relationship that makes them better people. They're so cute together! What else can I say?

Asta x Noelle

I love how much they help each other become better. Asta is doesn't realize it yet, but he cares about Noelle more than he realizes. Noelle fell for Asta because he was the first person to ever say anything good about her magic. I just love these two. They're so cute!

Yami x Charlotte

I get the same vibes from this as I get from Asta x Noelle. A tsundere and an oblivious protagonist. I love this ship for the same reasons as Asta x Noelle. I won't repeat what I said before, so read the reasoning for Asta x Noelle. I love these two as well!

Grey x Gauche

I love the reasoning for Grey loving Gauche. I totally see Gauche being as protective of Grey as he is with Marie. Grey might help Gauche loosen up a bit with Marie. These two are just really cute, ok.

I can't think of any more ships, but yeah. Those are my favourite black clover characters and my favourite ships.

[edwardslostalchemy]

Multiple reasons.

I simply do not vibe with this ship.

I see it as being so FORCED. Like its as if it was made to pair Shouto with a girl and Momo with a guy.

They have no chemistry.

Like none, zero, from what I can see.

I like them better as best friends. Thats my Brand.

I like them as wlw / mlm solidarity.

Not many interactions for me to really like them, and if they have interacted, like in Kamino, Shouto is usually focused on Izuku.

I don't ship Shouto with anyone except Izuku.

I headcanon Shouto as gay, as in homosexual. So pairing him up with any girl in general gives me a bad taste in my mouth, but especially this ship.

I can ship Momo with anyone except with Shouto and Izuku. I like her better with Kyoka and Katsuki.

She's never really showed like interest in him. What I see is admiration when she says he's the most capable student in the class.

She compares herself to him and that's not healthy. Like during their final exam, the way she said things, that Shouto knows best and had a plan right off the bat, her tone was sarcastic to me. And I get this is part of her development, but it's something that irks me. And also Shouto was a jerk to her during the test. I get they were under a lot of stress and Momo was panicking, but he wasn't really gentle with her. It was more like "Hurry up, tell me your plan already!" And they did well, Shouto was cooperative, but I mean, I can't see them as anything other than friends.

They remind me of my best friend and me. He is like Shouto in that he told her she was the most qualified person to be class rep, helping her boost her confidence. My bff does this, too, by lifting my spirit and telling me facts about myself like "you've done x, y, z, so you are more than qualified and capable for this".

I can't see Momo and Shouto emotionally providing for each other. Like they are on different frequencies and idk part of what I look for in chemistry is that they need to be on the same page. He can follow her orders and she can follow his, but it's not like coordination. Like how Shouto and Izuku are on the same frequency, like that, that's what I'm looking for.

Its a boring ship for me. They're both rich and talented. Prince and Princess. Wow. How intriguing. I'm not sold. Its bland. No spice. I have a higher chance of getting into any other ship rather than this one.

There was no turning back once I read Prince & Prince. That fic showed their friendship so so well.

If I want childhood friends, They can totally be that and know each other since they were kids. And again that reminds me of my bff and I because we know each other since we were like 5. So theyd be the rich best friends.

Its not the ship for me.

Because it reminds me of my friendship with my bff and we have been paired up to the point where we had to spend time AWAY from each other because we were so STRESSED, this ship literally triggers me. It probably sounds stupid, but God I hate it. The reminder sucks and I have a huge stick up my ass and I deal with it. (I also have a similar dislike fir izu/ocha because of this reason.)

Also there's art I've seen that is just???? Like??? Can there be art of them where Shouto isn't kissing Momo's neck? That's literally what I've run into and it turned me off so MUCH and it grossed me out. Please what the fuck. If they're adults, sure whatever, but they were still kids and I can't vibe I really can't.

They haven't done something to really impact each other. Like how Izuku and Shouto have literally made each other Shook^TM. Izuku with Its your power and You're an incredibly kind person, and Shouto with Heroes cry when they need to and What matters are actions. Not to mention the level of care that Izuku and Shouto have for each other. That's what has to sell me.

As for dynamic, that's really what sells me on ships as well. These two have no real dynamic in my eyes.

If anyone ships them, more power to you. I won't judge, just don't tell me why you ship it because I'm sorry, I will not care. If we are mutuals, please tag it or i won't hesitate to unfollow. I have unfollowed because people didn't tag it. I'm not open to talk about this ship obviously. Also for any of my posts with platonic Shouto and Momo, don't tag it as ship. I specifically tag it as platonic for A REASON. Theres been people that still tagged it as ship and used other tags that I was like why on my post specifically that says PLATONIC. So yeah, here you go. I think it's gross.

[snugglyporos]

Alright boys and girls, rant time! Not about anything serious mind you, just something that’s really bugging my brain. 

Okay so i’ve been trying, mostly because of friends, to try and get into all these gacha games. Now look, I love me some gambling. I also don’t really spend money in them. Buttttttt. Why does it feel like they are could... do better? 

Example A: Fate: Go. Okay so, I actually first heard about the series back in college with Stay/Night, but I didn’t really care about it that much. I never really got into it. All I knew was that King Arthur was a female and apparently was brought back to life from a mortal wound by fucking her. It’s weird. 

But apparently, there’s a mobile game! And it is... disappointing? Like the more I delve into the idea of the game the more disappointed I am in it. 

This should be a slam dunk. Take histories greatest figures, have them fight each other. This doesn’t have to be complicated. Instead, this is somehow made extremely complicated by having it be about time travel and the end of the world. Why? For what purpose? There’s no need for this. It just makes everything dumb. 

Like, I feel like a lot of series in general do this to try and ‘raise the stakes’ but having low stakes is often better and more interesting! How about instead of making it about the end of the world, you have Odin and Zeus fight over whether two mages get Dominos or Taco Bell for dinner? That sort of contrast makes for interesting dynamics. And you can flesh it out with deciding if those summoned are willing or unwilling, or if there are conditions, or if they remember it each time or not. There’s a lot of interesting ideas for low stakes. 

But that’s only half of it. Like, these designs are just... not good. At all. Look, I have no idea why all these designs are so... young? Someone needs to explain why we need to turn all these world heroes into preteen girls. Look, it’s not interesting, it’s creepy. It’s weird. Like I feel dirty looking at some of these. And when the characters in universe comment on it, it’s even weirder. Whoever decided ‘hey let’s make blackbeard a weebo pedo’ should be shown the door. It’s just awful. 

Also, while I know a lot of people object to genderbending on principle, I could theoretically go along with it for historical fiction. But here, it’s not done for any interesting reason. And it only goes one way. And it’s always, always done to make x historical figure into someone I swear the creators are fapping too. it’s weird. 

And so I went from that to Azur Lane, which for those who do not know, is a game about WW2 ships re-imagined as anime girls. For some reason. 

Again, I could see this idea being interesting. Ships are already always referred to as she’s. And there’s lots of them throughout time. And you could cross this was something like, Gundam or whatever. Like if you said to me ‘humanize these ships’ my first idea would be to create things more akin to Samus Aran than I would Princess Peach.

And obviously, there is a good conversation in our culture about what the ‘right’ way to portray women is. And I feel like if you took a hundred people, and told them to create a design for any one ship, you’d come up with a hundred different ideas. 

But you know what I wouldn’t expect? For people to imagine like, 90% of the ships as seemingly preteen girls. It’s weird. It’s uncomfortable. It’s creepy. 

Maybe it’s just me, but if you said, ‘turn this battleship that fires rounds as wide as your forearm’s length into a human woman’ I would not decide to make that ship a preteen girl. I would probably have come up with someone in their mid-20′s to 30′s, with scars or the like, in full body armor. Something akin to a giant armored kaiju battle. So basically Gundam with giant humans. 

I would not have decided to make them into preteen girls with giant boobs that makes me wonder if the creators should be on a watchlist. 

And yes, I know it’s japan and all, but surely this has to make even the native culture uncomfortable? This is clearly meant to be fap material. And so many of them being so young doesn’t make any sense. 

I mean, you could do something where smaller ships are younger, larger ships are older, or something, but so many of them are just so, so young and it’s really off putting. What were they thinking? Wait, don’t answer that, you’ll end up on a watch list too. 

As a random third aside, one friend was like ‘hey you should download Arknights’ and it was the worst mistake I ever made now all I get on youtube are ads for it and I hate it. 

If only there was some way to shove like micheal bay level stupid with all this japanese stupid and create something that was less creepy and more awesome. But I don’t think that’s possible. I feel like it would come out more like The Fly and be a monstrosity. 

Anyway, this foray into mobile gacha games is pain and I regret my life choices. 

[strwbrryeos]

The One Where You’re Just Friends (M) [R]

So this was requested a long time ago by 🐲anon. I hope they’re still around to read it! Sorry it took so long!

SUMMARY; Yoongi loves you. You love Yoongi. Neither of you know it. Whoops. 

Genre: smut, minor angst, fluff, crack

Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi

Contains: body worship, oral, unprotected sex, pretty vanilla tbh, Yoongi loves you and he makes sure you know it, creampie, some dirty talk, praise, daddy kink for 0.02 seconds and it’s for a joke

Being friends with benefits is great. You get a buddy to talk to and hang out with. Bonus points for great sex. Double bonus points when that buddy is you. Triple bonus points for the fact that you and Yoongi are best friends, and sex doesn’t have to be a strings-attached type of deal. It’s a part of your dynamic and it works, no problem.

Well, at least, until Yoongi fell for you.

But he should’ve seen that one coming.

You and Yoongi have been best friends in high school, and your relationship has always been so uncomplicated, so natural. When you got a little drunk and slept together for the first time, it wasn’t weird. No, it felt inevitable. It became a thing, really. The two of you talked and understood that you weren’t looking for a relationship. That’s how it was, and there wasn’t any problem.

But then Yoongi started to notice some changes. He’d been paying more attention to the way you smile. The way you laugh. The way you giggle post-sex and how all you want to do is curl up and watch a movie to lull you to sleep. The way you dance around the apartment to whatever is on the radio, even if you don’t like it. The way your nose gets so buried in a book that you hardly notice when Yoongi joins you on the couch, slipping you onto his lap.

The way that Yoongi is so completely and utterly fucked.

“Hey, Yoongles,” you greet, placing a kiss on his cheek and sliding your arms over his shoulders, effectively knocking him out of his daydream.

“Shit, you scared me,” he says, leaning back in his chair.

“Sorry,” you giggle. “What ‘cha working on?”

“New project,” he says, swinging his chair around to pull you onto his lap. “It’s for my Creative Music class. And then I have to come up with something for Music Theory.”

“Everything you just said went in one ear and out the other.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a terrible listener.”

“False. Musically challenged.”

“Your dance skills say otherwise,” he laughs, kissing your shoulder blade.

“Are you mocking me? Are you mocking me because you know you’re a better dancer?”

You move to get off his lap, feigning anger, but he holds you close, refusing to let you go. He leans forward, his chest on your back, and you can feel the faint tingle of his breath on your neck.

“I would never dream of it, princess.”

“Mm, thought I satisfied you this morning?”

“Yeah, but seeing you has me all worked up again.”

“Gross, you’re so cheesy,” you laugh, swatting his hands away as you stand up. “What do you want for dinner?”

Yoongi shrugs, his mind still half focused on his unfinished work. “I don’t really care.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re thinking about this, aren’t you?” you asked, gesturing to his computer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ugh, get up, you workaholic,” you say, dragging him out of his chair. “I think there are some leftovers in the fridge.”

“If you feed me bad leftovers again then I’m literally going to kill you. I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

“If I’m lucky, the bad leftovers will kill you first.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” he says as he sits down, suddenly feeling sleepy. “Mmmm… how about we just call it a night? I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired,” you reply with a roll of your eyes as you pop the food in the microwave. “But you have to eat something. Then you can sleep.”

“Sleep with me?” asks Yoongi hopefully.

“As in sleep with you or sleep with you?”

“Hm, sounds strangely the same to me.”

“Yoongi…” you warn.

He puts his hands up in surrender, his gummy smile in full across his face. “I’m kidding! But seriously. Come cuddle with me.”

“If I say yes, will you eat dinner?”

Yoongi groans, wanting nothing more than to just slip into bed. “Fine. Only cause you asked so nicely.”

You smile victoriously, shuffling through the kitchen cabinet to find some plates. In your haste, you nearly drop the ceramic on the ground, but Yoongi, ever your hero, saw it coming from a mile away. His hand overlaps with yours, catching both you and the dinnerware, and he can’t help the shit-eating grin that crosses his cheeks as you look embarrassed.

“Don’t say it,” you tell him. He only shakes his head at you, making his way back to the table.

He eats his food obediently, and you keep him company. He’s not all that hungry, really. In fact, he’d much much rather be working until his mind numbs and he’s crawling into bed at some ungodly hour before five in the morning, but he knows you wouldn’t like that, so he doesn’t.

You smile happily when he finishes the last of his food, and he just about drags you to the bedroom simply because he’s so tired and he really just wants to hold you. (You pester him to wash up and change before getting into bed first, though, which really was an accomplishment all in itself). Yoongi crawls into bed slowly, exhaustion slowly starting to hit him, and he can feel his body starting the slow down.

True to your word, you crawl into bed with him, and he pulls you toward him quickly, greedy for the warmth of your body. He falls asleep just like that, dreaming of spending every night with you like this.

―

You’re not much of a scholar, you always tell people. You’re so good everywhere else. You know how to have fun. You know how to get by in life. You’ve got street smarts. But school? Classes? Fuck that.

So it’s really no surprise that you’re not paying attention to a word your professor is spouting about world history; your mind blanks at the first mention of The Silk Road. Rather, you’re paying attention to the devilishly cute boy you’ve been flirting with for the past couple of months. His name is Jungkook, and though he’s got the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen, you’re pretty sure he’s not as innocent as he likes to appear.

You just wish he would ask you out already so you could find out.

When class ends, Jungkook strolls up to you like he always does, a smirk plastered on his face. “Saw you checking me out there, babe.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Jeon,” you laugh.

“Ah, sorry. It’s hard not to when such a pretty girl looks my way.” He drapes an arm over your shoulder, escorting you out of the classroom.

“Well, if I’m such a pretty girl, why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

Jungkook stops, a bright smile forming on his face. “That better be an invitation!”

“I thought you would’ve gotten the hint like three months ago.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow then.”

“Perfect.”

Jungkook swoops down to plant a light kiss on your cheek before dashing off as a group of guys call out to him. You shake your head, walking away giddily. Your feet carry you to your door as your mind dreams of all the things that you want Jungkook to do to you. Or that you want to do to him. Whichever comes first.

“Yoongles!” you shout as you walk through the door, “I landed me a hot date!”

Yoongi looks up from his spot on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of distress and confusion. “Oh?”

“Mm,” you say with a nod, plopping down beside him. “That guy Jungkook I’ve been telling you about. Finally asked me out.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and turns back to his phone. “Took him long enough,” he scoffs.

“What, aren’t you happy for me?” You punch his arm playfully, but he’s really not in the mood to hear about your potential sexual endeavours, so he picks himself up and walks towards his bedroom.

“Wear your red bra,” he says with a sigh. “Looks good on you.”

“You’re the best!” you shout as he closes the door behind himself.

He faceplants into the bed with a frustrated groan. He can’t be jealous. This is ridiculous! You’re not his. You can do what you want.

Except Yoongi wants you to do him. Just him. Hold his hand. Kiss his lips. Who the fuck is Jungkook anyway? It took him, like, twenty years to as you out. Does he even deserve you?

No.

Yoongi doesn’t even deserve you. You’re too good for him, but dammit if he wouldn’t treat you like a queen. He’d give you everything you could ever want and more. All you would have to do is be with him.

Anyway, fuck Jeon Jungkook.

―

You prance around the apartment like a goddamned five year old waiting on ice cream; Yoongi is trying to see if he can hit you with a Cheeto.

“You’re gonna stain my dress!” you squeal, dodging the orange snack.

“Well…” He pauses to throw another one. “I’m trying! Stop moving!”

“Jungkook is not gonna wanna sleep with an orange-stained disaster!” you exclaim as you duck behind the kitchen counter, peeking out from behind it so Yoongi can only see your eyes.

“If he doesn’t wanna sleep with you when you’re covered with Cheeto dust, then is he really worth it?” Yoongi asks dramatically, reclining back comfortably onto the couch.

You laugh, standing up. “I think you’re the only one who’d still fuck me after finding me covered in snack foods.”

“All the better to eat you then, babe.”

You scrunch your nose in distaste. “You’re gross.”

“Won’t deny it. Come over here.”

“Why?” You approach him carefully, ready to dart away at a moment’s notice if he tries again, but when you’re close enough, Yoongi just pulls you down on top of him, perching you easily on his chest.

His lips find yours easily, kissing you quickly and greedily, like he’s done it thousands of times before (in fairness, he had). You’re pliant, letting him control the kiss until he breaks away, his face a little flushed and pupils dilated. “A kiss for good luck,” he explains. “Kiss him like that and you’ll be good to go.”

“You taste like Cheetos,” you reply as you climb off of him, earning only a sarcastic laugh.

“Fix your hair. He’s supposed to be here in a couple of minutes.”

Your hands immediately dart to the mess that Yoongi made, causing him to laugh mercilessly. “Yoongi! You absolute―”

Knock knock.

“Shit!”

Yoongi’s still laughing when you answer the door, and if looks could kill he would’ve been dead twice over. You pat your hair down best you can before swinging the door open to reveal a casually dressed―but wickedly handsome―Jungkook.

“Good evening, madame,” he greets, showing off his smile. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it, leaving you blushing.

“Gross,” pipes up Yoongi from the other side of the room. “Get outta my house.”

“Ignore him,” you say, casting another glare Yoongi’s way.

“Uh,” Jungkook laughs awkwardly, “who’s that?”

Before you can answer, Yoongi says, “The love of her life and I will literally murder you if you make her anything less than happy.”

You gently push against Jungkook’s chest, eager to get him out of Yoongi’s range. “Ignore everything he’s saying, let’s just go!” You shut the door behind you quickly. “Sorry about him.”

“Friend?”

“Try best friend,” you say, shaking your head. “He’s super protective.”

“Seems nice.”

“So where are you taking me?” you ask, changing the subject.

“It’s a surprise.”

―

Turns out, Jungkook can cook. Bonus points: his apartment is really nice. Double bonus points if he can use his dick. Guess you’ll have to find out later.

You do, of course, and Yoongi’s unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of all the nasty, explicit details. “Oh my God,” you gush to Yoongi as he curls up under his covers in a poor attempt to escape your words. “He fucked me so good.”

“That’s great―”

“And also, holy shit, he’s good with his tongue―”

“Bet he’s not better than me,” Yoongi mumbles quietly.

“Aw, did I bruise your ego?” you laugh, planting a quick peck to his cheek. “No but really, Yoongi, he was so―”

“Good?” he huffs. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Man, what’s your problem? You’ve been so grouchy lately.”

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” he says shortly, knowing full well that he’s pissing you off but totally okay with it if it means you’ll shut up about Jungkook’s dick.

“Okay, well,” you say as you climb off his bed, “when you get that stick out of your ass, you know where to find me.”

Yoongi only grunts in response, and though you fully intended to storm out of the room, you’re just so annoyed. You march over to him and yank the blankets right off from him, causing him to shout, “Hey!” in irritation. “The fuck is your problem?”

“The fuck is your problem? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m just tired is all―”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Yoongi sits up, looking at you directly in the eye. His mouth opens as if to say something, but no words come out; instead they snap shut, and he pulls the blankets right back over his eyes. “G’night,” he grumbles.

“Yoongi. Seriously. You’re my best friend. What the actual fuck is wrong with you right now?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it in the morning.”

“It must matter a little bit if you’re acting like this.”

“Y/N. Seriously. It doesn’t matter. Not even a little bit. It’s stupid as fuck. I’ll get over it.”

“And what happens if you don’t?” you counter, you frustration growing apparent. You and Yoongi always talk shit out! What changed? “Babe, c’mon.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, please,” he whispers, and now you know something is wrong.

“Yoongi. Yoongles. Babe. Baby. Baby boy. Daddy, should I call you daddy?” You crouch down beside the bed, and his eyes stare at you from where they appear above the covers. “Talk to me. Please.”

Yoongi sighs in annoyance, mostly because he can feel his own resistance crumbling. He wants to talk to you, but he doesn’t know how. What if you reject him? What if this ruins your friendship? What if you never talk to him again? Or worse, what if you do accept him, but you don’t love him as much as he loves you? What if you leave him for someone better?

“I don’t…” Yoongi starts, and a tear slips down his face, “I can’t. I can’t.” He shakes his head and burrows deeper into the bed, wanting to make himself small and disappear.

This is so stupid. If you want to be with Jungkook, then be with Jungkook! He can’t stop you! You’re not his! It’s your life! Go! Be free!

But you crawl right into bed beside him because how could you leave the man you love alone like this?

You hug the back of him as sobs begin to overtake him; he tries so hard to keep any sounds from coming out of his mouth, but you can still hear him. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly, your heart aching for him, worse because you don’t know how to help. The action seems to make him cry harder, and you’re whispering positive reassurances in his ear and rubbing gentle circles over his arm until he calms down enough.

“Yoongi?” you whisper when his breathing steadies. “I love you, and I’m here for you, okay? I love you so, so much. More than you know.”

“Life sucks,” Yoongi says with a dry laugh.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you rest on his shoulder to look down on him. “Yeah, it really does.”

“I’m just really stressed out.”

“About what?”

“Girls,” Yoongi murmurs, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Your chest tugs uncomfortably, but you swallow the feeling quickly. “Maybe I can help?”

“Doubt it,” Yoongi laughs. “She’s clueless as fuck. I take her on dates, but she thinks it’s friendly. I give her gifts, but she thinks it’s all a nice gesture. Besides, she likes someone else.”

You frown. “Who is this? It sounds like she isn’t worth your time. You deserve someone who’s gonna love every single bit of you.” You turn him over so he’s flat on his back, and your lips peck his gently. “Someone who’s gonna love the way you’re so dedicated to music.” You kiss his neck. “Someone who’s gonna love your stupid smile.” You kiss his collar bone. “Someone who’s gonna love your weird combination of incredible work ethic and terrible laziness.”

Yoongi smiles at you wryly, a thumb absentmindedly stroking your arm. “I don’t think she’ll ever love me in that way. And honestly? I’m so fucking tired of it.”

“Yoongi―”

“You have no idea how fucking infuriating it is. She does whatever she wants. She goes to whoever she wants. But she always comes back to me, and she never stays. If she would only stay. I bet I would make her so fucking happy. But no.”

“Who is this girl? Why have I never heard of her? It sounds like she doesn’t even care, and I don’t want that for you.”

“It’s cause she doesn’t care, Y/N,” Yoongi growls, rolling out of bed and facing you from afar. “Like I said, she’s so clueless! It doesn’t matter who it is anyway. Not like it would help.”

“How do you know? Do I know her?”

“Again, doesn’t matter,” he says as he storms out of his room. You roll your eyes in annoyance, following him out.

“It matters to me! I want to know who’s causing you this much pain!”

“God―fuck―really?” Yoongi looks like he’s about to throw something. “It’s you, Y/N! It’s fucking you! I can’t believe I fucking love you, you of all people!”

The world, in that moment, seems to spin; everything is being turned on its head, and then it stops.

“You… You love me?” You stare at him, dumbfounded. Were you really that blind? “But I…”

“But you what, Y/N?” Yoongi asks with an exasperated sigh as he sinks into the couch, burying his face in his hands. “Never wanna speak to me again? I get it. I’ll just leave―”

“No, no, no, no,” you say, tears spilling from your eyes freely now, your words getting caught in your throat. “That’s not what I―Yoongi,” you cry, falling to the ground in a heap, your emotions getting the best of you.

Despite everything he’s feeling, he’s beside you in an instant, cradling you in his arms. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry―”

“Yoongi, I love you,” you whisper, tears hot on your face as you grab at his shirt.  “I love you, please don’t leave me.”

“You―” and Yoongi can’t help but laugh “―love me? Oh my god. Oh my god, we’re both so stupid.”

You laugh too, your sobs drying on his shirt. He looks down at your tear-stained face and you see nothing but adoration in his eyes. How could you have missed that before?

“I’m sorry,” you say shyly, “but I was afraid. If I had known―”

“I know. Me too. Come here, baby.” He picks you up easily, carrying you into the bedroom you both had stormed out of earlier. He tosses you on, and you grab at him when he lets go, wanting nothing more than to be back in his arms. He smiles, shaking his head at you as he leans down to kiss you.

A real kiss.

A full kiss.

A kiss that says everything he’s been meaning to say.

I love you.

The kiss is sweet, but you want more. You’ve always wanted more. You pull Yoongi down on top of you, sliding your tongue into his mouth like you’ve done so often. (Of course, this time, it was all-strings-attached.) Yoongi pulls away as it gets heavier, and he’s panting as he asks, “Are you sure? This might be too fast―”

“Please,” you whine, and who’s Yoongi to say no? He slips out of his shirt and you mimic his actions; it’s everything the both of you have ever done before, yet so, so different.

“Lean back for me, babe,” he whispers, and you obey, relaxing into the bed sheets as Yoongi tongues his way down your exposed stomach. When he reaches the waistband of your shorts, he moves back up to unclasp your bra, exposing your hard nipples to him. He wastes no time in biting one while playing with the other, earning breathy whimpers from you as your arousal increases.

“F-Feels good, Yoongi,” you murmur, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He scoots himself down the bed as he reaches your shorts, tugging them off with a sly smile. You clench your thighs together in anticipation, eager to have Yoongi in ways you’d only been dreaming about. All yours.

“These are cute,” he says when he reveals your simple, cotton panties. Ones that you’re sure he’s seen a million times already.

“Yoongi!” you whine in embarrassment.

“What?” he laughs as he slides them down your legs.

“Why do you have to make it weird?” you complain.

He laughs again, and you can feel his breath on your center. “Of all the shit we’ve done, this is what you’re complaining about? Just let me eat you out, goddamn.”

“Hey, you’re the one who’s still talking! I’m waiting!”

“Fair point. I love you,” and you’re pretty sure he only says that to distract you before he’s licking at you full on. You cry out, not expecting as his tongue circles your clit. Your hand shoots down to his hair on instinct, grabbing at him in an attempt to either push him away or pull him closer―you’re not sure which.

“Y-Yoongi―fuck!”

Yoongi doesn’t reply, though he’s encouraged by your sounds of pleasure, kissing, sucking, and licking anywhere and everywhere in an attempt to make you undone. He laps at your clit again, loving the way you buck at him uncontrollably, driven solely by the need to cum.

And he gets to be the one to make you do so.

He slides two fingers into your dripping cunt, and you clamp your legs down around his head, temporarily forgetting that, hey, he needs to breathe. You let him up, and he looks at you, his face shining with your juices. “I mean, I have no problem suffocating between your legs.”

“Shut up.”

He lets out a giddy giggle and dives back in, licking furiously at your clit as his fingers ram in and out of you. Your hands curl around the bedsheets, the pleasurable sensation coursing through your body. The tension builds up in your abdomen, and though you try your best to vocalise your approaching orgasm, you can only shake and moan.

Good thing Yoongi already knows your body so well.

“Let go, babe. Let go.”

“Yoongi!”

You cum loudly and quickly, grinding your hips into his face as he works you through it. Your head feels dizzy with pleasure; sure, you and Yoongi have had sex before, but you don’t remember it feeling like that.

“Good?” he laughs as he works his way back up your body, taking his time with every inch of your skin. “So good for me. So pretty when you cum.”

“Let me―”

“We have plenty of time for that later. Right now, I need to be in you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” you ask with a wiggle of your hips.

“Come here,” he growls, grabbing your legs and pulling you so that your center is flush with his. He grinds his cloth-covered cock against your center for a few seconds before pulling his dick out of his sweatpants, angry and red and dripping with pre-cum. You keen at the sight, eager to finally have him inside you.

“Yoongi, please,” you beg.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he promises, “Just be patient.”

He eases his tip into you gently, hissing at the sensation. Sex with you always feels so good, but now, it feels even better. You moan as he sinks into you, his cock stretching you to the brim. Your eyes fall back in your head in pleasure.

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“That’s a good girl. So good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Yoongi’s head drops to your shoulder as he begins to thrust into you, and your nails are running down his back in an effort to ground yourself. Yoongi can’t wait to make fun of you for those marks later.

Your walls clench around him, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge with each thrust; your own orgasm begins to approach, beginning in your toes and climbing its way through your body until it’s centering on your pussy. The room is a mix of heavy gasps, pants, and moans, the both of you completely lost in the sensation of each other and each other only.

“Oh, god,” you moan. “Yoongi!”

“I know, baby, fuck, you feel so good around me.” Yoongi thrusts into you harder, wanting to feel you cum on his cock. “Look at me baby, are you getting close?” Your eyes meet as he thrusts into you again, and you nod, feeling completely vulnerable under his gaze. “I want you to cum on me, okay baby? Cum for me, yeah?”

“Yeah―fuck―yeah, Yoongi. I’ll be good for you. Please make me cum. Touch me, please,” you plead.

Yoongi’s hand reaches for your clit, but his eyes never leaves yours. He rubs you fast and hard as he fucks you, driving you both to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N, fuck, I love you! I’m cumming!”

“Fuck, Yoongi!”

You cum in sync, the both of you gasping and clawing at each other as mind numbing orgasms wrack your bodies, leaving your mind pleasantly fuzzy. Yoongi pulls out gently, stopping to watch his cum drip out of your body. He smiles at you, feeling wonderfully accomplished, and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before retrieving water and a towel.

“Yoongi?” you whisper as he settles in beside you.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you.”

He laughs. “Bet I love you more.”

“Bet I love you most.”

“You bitch you set me up―”

[badanimereviews]

summer 2019 anime sum-up

lmao i realized i never did this and posted the fall season b4 this.... oops

kimetsu no yaiba: tbh started out kinda meh. and now it’s turned into one of the new big shounens. i was not expecting that. nearing the end got rly good and i was rly looking forward to more episodes! tanjiro gets cooler and cooler! animation is rly nice (thanks ufotable) and the way tanjiro’s water is animated. like. aesthetic asf. it’s so good. i love black-haired emo dude and zenitsu (my spirit animal) and ofc nezuko she is adorable im c r y. side note: the hashira? i think they’re called? some of the ugliest fkn characters i’ve seen in ages like flame boy? stone boy? i HATE them. and the gem dude too like man get a new tattoo artist on god.... he needs it.,,,,,,and inosuke is so pretty it’s unfair

dr stone: ok man dr stone rly went off. tbh. i’ve always been a whore for chemistry since reading the flavia de luce series (btw, i want more books of) and watching this just tickles my noodle brain in a good way... who needs prozac when i get a shitton of serotonin from watching senku dick around....  (btw what is going on with what’s his face and the girl. yuzuriha????? i can’t remember. i love senku don’t get me wrong but i need their perspective too... bc i hate lion dude... so much.... dick....) again i will repeat that i am a whore for chemistry so i get oFF on this. backgrounds are amazing/ animation so nice n clean (most o the time lmao). i thought i would hate the black n white haired trickster boi and ms yellow ponytail and suika but no! dr stone is such a good show that they are now great, loveable characters. also i am senku and chrome’s whore so jfc. man, i love the explanations of all the chemistry shabang, but some things i think would be better if explained! like senku doing physical labour at the beginning- ex. making all those pots and building that shit by hisself. i know he weak af. yes he smart but like. construction? difficult. pottery? even for me the artist . difficult. and that shed of his was filled to the brim. HOW. anyways, i love this so much i am crying constantly

just realized i didnt need to write about dr stone. oh well. 

danmachi 2: wtf yo. haruhime is so pretty but not a fan of her personality! bell still cute af and still don’t rly like aiz! animation good as always, and my god i shit myself whenever the argonaut theme starts up bc that is ? one of the best pieces of non-sawano hiroyuki pieces i’ve ever heard? addicted to it. and the opening! love the dynamics, the brief ‘rain’ scenes like when mikoto slashes the raindrops and just her motion basically? as an animator that is what i aspire to accomplish because i just love that. tiny little scene. 

arifureta: this would have been so much better had they dragged out mc’s op-ifying process! made him suffer more! i explained this briefly in my ‘first thoughts’ post for this season, but story-wise and pacing-wise his power-up could have been so much more deserved and gratifying. think shield hero- loser suffers, gets angry, slowly builds up power in an epic payoff! would have been so epic too. and also if they’d made his gained powers less.... crazy nerfed. again: HE SHOULD HAVE SUFFERED MORE AND THIS WOULD HAVE MADE A BETTER SHOW. harem thoughts: yue- meh. sucky char honestly. shea- my fav girl, she is a great character don’t judge- sexy and love her personality and love her character design and love how much fanservice she gets lol. panty flash ftw. dragon girl- discount darkness honestly , tho nice design. and mermaid girl- yuck, annoying,  DO NOT like the ‘papa’ trope! (ahem sao.) it’s gross. also just fuck mc’s classmates honestly- paladin dude sucks ass, healer girl OOF that last episode ruined her, samurai girl is ok i guess. hate ai-sensei too like shut UPP annoying ass HOEEEEE (postscript: opening=very epic too)

kanata no astra: plot twist? check. trillion well-done plot twists? check. this was done very well. i am so happy. all those plot twists and turns would usually suck in any regular anime- but this was written with GODLIKE ability. thank you, lerche. legit, this was such an enjoyable ride, i eagerly awaited each new ep! typically i hate space-related stuff but like! survival stuff gets my goat.... like this was good- (tho maybe more technical-stuff in the survival theme would make it so cooler) what shocked me the most: (spoilers alert) didn’t end up hating quitterie or funi. (tho the puppet made me want to strangle smth) luca’s gender had rly confused me but i’d decided on him being a boy- so basically that reveal left me like WHOA. i died. did luca rly have to show emo boy their tity tho... kanata losing his arm gave me the yeeeks, charce being the traitor was made sO WELL into a surprise even tho i’d kinda already suspected him<- like that was just fucking amazing writing there. gj. and ares the princess! ok man! shocked! AND also the whole clone thing, just fucked me right up. up the ass. like there are probably more plot twist layers in this than a fkn ogre has.... anyway shrek aside, yun?’s character arc was very pleasing, i think that was done very well! and the ending made me UwU like BRO? goals tbh. yeah this is a hidden gem and is just so good, so well-written overall. 

cop craft: didn’t have high expectations. i am now,,, quite,,, shocked &,,, blown away. sweetheart this is a good fucking show. so why @ livechart.me DOES IT HAVE 7.40 STARS WHEN FKN ARIFURETA HAS 7.72. can someone explain this to me? i’m outraged. LIVID.  matoba and tilarna were amazing characters btw! loved their dynamic! briefly i thought it might get romantic! nope, it didn’t, so it’s all good. actions scenes were epic, tilarna’s design and outfits were so much nicer than i thought they’d be like. she is so cute. and the op- man, if that is not such a bopper vibe then idk what is. i could watch it forever. it deserves so much more than what it’s got rn.

naka no hito genome: (serious question: is this considered some sort of isekai?) genome gave me btooom vibes honestly but like- this is SO much better than btooom and most game/trap/ kinda shows. fkn BOP of an op, especially the sequence at the end with short clips of each character in action (nutt). paka-san was a good boy and he deserves irl merch. i fell in LOve with all the characters (bubble boy= hot, akatsuki= ok meh actually kinda boring, karin= hot and i want her to punch me, ruromori= beautiful 12/10 would let her stalk me, sleepy eyes boy= baby + dazai vibes and hot af, twin boy= also hot, onigasaki= hot and love him so much, and loli girl= her light grenades got annoying but nice char design) anyways yeah more of this would be epic. i wanna see sakura and her twin reunite, and how they get out basically! also animation quality was very good which is surprising considering it’s a silver link anime.

kono yo no hate de koi wo utau shoujo yu-no: i include the whole title bc this is a good anime. (also livechart.me why 7.27 stars i will fuck you up) only meh part of this is the return to earth from dela granto bc that was like a culture shock and honestly at that point i’d forgotten a lot about what had happened on earth and didn’t care as much. btw, f ayumi and f the other brown-haired oneesan. mio and kanna ftw. obvs i didn’t understand the sayless x takuya thing like dumbass horny teenager . why u gotta creampie the worst girl. u have mio. bruh. (tho mio x ‘oyabi!’ boy is a great ship) also, takuya’s mom? keiko-san? idk if you’ve noticed but that’s literally my name so yeah just glad to finally have some keiko representation. altogether goodass anime. the time travel/ rezero esque reset thing almost got me but this was done well. so no problems. both ops very good. first song was bae, second also bae (just realized it’s by konomi suzuki, one of my waifu idols, so yea nice) and ed2 also so pretty! also yu-no’s design was rly pretty, the outfit colours, and her pigtails rly suited her :)

granbelm: sorry this is the last one lol this was a long ass post! other than the fact i dont rly like mecha this was good.... action, CHARACTER designs aesthetic asf, honestly rly pretty ok. i liked the cast, very diverse and more depth than most shows of this ilk. op was nicely choreographed- especially the part where the girls’ faces are contorted by their gems, showing their magical girl side. nicely done. mangetsu didn’t end up being that bad a char, and honestly? suigetsu is best girl and deserved better. and the ending too- like, bro, that made me kinda sad. some off points: anna’s mom was a little unrealistic as a mom like woman- please learn to control your child, and, white-haired girl’s sister should have played a bigger part, based on how her parts in the opening were emphasized! (quick note- blue girl, love her, great bad guy, when she dumped anna made me so happy honestly, she is beautiful, and i couldn’t actually decide who i wanted to win between her and suigetsu....)

hope u enjoyed this bad review. pls share ur opinions w/ me on some of of these more controversial shows. thank. 

[blue-power1]

My Greatest Fear || Fire Emblem Heroes Yandere!Alfonse x Kiran (Reader)

A/N: For some reason, I’ve become obsessed with the concept of it, so now I’m writing this. Shout out to @randomnerdyfan for getting this concept in my head.

In the few moments, I have to myself, I wonder how it ended this way, what I did to trigger it, and how do I fix it? Did I create a monster or did I call out to a beast that was already inside?

I realized what was happening the moment he pulled me close the day he confessed to me. There was something about his touch that was off. I could sense a new, more obsessive, maybe even possessive side to him. At first, I wrote it off as paranoia and maybe I’ve read too many questionable works of fanfiction in the past, but then it just started to get weird.

It started with Alfonse just randomly showing up to my room unannounced. Though nothing really happened, he came every night and so we talked almost every night. Most our conversations involved me going to sleep at a more reasonable time or me talking about my world. When I started running out of material for the latter, those talks became mostly about the former.

He ended up winning as we always end up snuggling on my bed with him lulling me to sleep. Small actions like that didn’t ring any warning bells since they seemed normal. But, I was slowly developing a dependency on him being in my room before I went to bed and I wasn’t sure how exactly to feel about that as there also have been several times where I would find marks on my neck that weren’t there before I slept. Thankfully most of my shirts were high-collared ones, but I’m scared to think of what else he’s done to me in my sleep.

He soon started to become more ruthless in battle. He always was very strong, to begin with, but his attitude toward battle changed. It wasn’t just about the mission anymore. He insisted on staying near my side in battle, but I never let him. I’ve reminded him time and time again that I would be fine on my own and that the other Heroes had trained me in self-defense in case anything goes arry. He tested me at that point and was successful. I thought it was going to be over after that.

Then he started picking fights with heroes, which was pretty out of character for him. He got really worked up when I had small talk with anyone other than him. He hid that well around Sharena, Anna, and some of the Heroes, but with other Heroes, he always gives them a stink-eye and is more hostile with his words, especially with the male Heroes. Our relationship wasn’t exactly public among the Order so things got really awkward.

I once tested him by asking Niles to deliver a message to a friend of mine in another world. Needless to say, never will I do that again, that is, ask Niles for favors. But gods, Alfonse’s punishment was something else, as it involved pinning me to a wall in a position that I’ve only read about. He took advantage of my embarrassment and made me promise to never speak to another Hero again without his presence.

That incident did not only trigger my warning bells but the warning bells of every hero that I considered to be good friends as well. Most especially Lord and Lady Robin and Prince and Princess Corrin. Don’t tell either Robin I gave them those titles, by the way, it’s the only way I can distinguish between the two of them. Anyways, the five of us had strong bonds with each other as we all felt a strange kinship with each other and Alfonse left me alone with them for the most part. They became the older siblings I never had. But as much as I’d like to tell you more about our dynamic, I need to tell you how this dynamic almost saved me.

I never told anyone about the marks, even them. I didn’t even bother to bring it up to Alfonse as I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I knew I was in for some deep trouble once either Robin or either Corrin saw them. Unfortunately, they were found by Lord Robin, the last person I wanted to find out. If he was my actual big brother, he would’ve been the protective, stern big brother and if his daughter had ever brought a boy home, he’d been the one polishing a weapon in front of them.

“Where did you get these marks?” He asked.

“I was fooling around and hit myself with the Breidablik,” I replied. It wasn’t total lie. It has happened before, but I can tell he didn’t buy it.

“Ok Kiran,” Robin replied, “You’re not that clumsy.”

“I tripped up the stairs,” I said in my defense, which he’s seen, “I think I know what I’m talking about when I say I hit myself.”

“But how do you angle that?” Robin asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “It just happened.”

“Ok...” He said, “What’s been going on between you and Alfonse?”

“Huh,” I said, “W-what do you mean by that? Everything’s fine.”

“Really,” Robin said sounding skeptical, “Because Tharja and Niles told me something interesting the other day. Tharja and a few others have been having strange dreams as of the late about you and Alfonse and Niles just happened to mentioned that he got mad at you once and pinned you to the wall.”

“Fuck, he saw that!” I thought. I was tempted to yell that out loud, but I bit my tongue, still doesn’t change the fact that I basically confirmed that it happened with my expression.

“Look I don’t care if you two are actually an item, but if he’s harming you in any way, that’s what I want you to tell me,” He said sternly, “I don’t care if he’s a prince. No one has a right to force anything on you.”

A thought occurred to me to say, “Whatever dad” and leave, but I stood there looking stunned. I never expected to hear such a ‘modern’ idea while I was in this world, but it made sense for it to come from Robin. He valued bonds above all else.

I struggled to find any words to say and I begun to hyperventilate out of sheer panic and fear. The room began to spin before I passed out on the floor. While I was in that state, I had a dream and I had a feeling that it was the same dream that everyone’s been seeing.

I saw myself in Alfonse’s embrace, but the atmosphere remained oppressive. The room seemed to echo nonsense until I begun to listen closely. It was Alfonse’s voice.

“I love you.” “Don’t leave me.” “I can’t bear to lose you.” “Stay with me.”

My dream self begins to panic as Alfonse’s grip tightens.

“You’re the only one who understands.” “I need to keep you safe.” “I can’t let you leave.”

Then Alfonse begins to glow and his voice grew louder and louder to the point where I couldn’t comprehend them and soon it was silent.

I was now in a cage with Alfonse and still stuck in his embrace. My face was empty as he stroked my hair. My eyes were dull as he whispered sweet nothings. Time stopped as my dream self turned to me and uttered one single word.

“Help.”

Then I found myself asking a question that I haven’t dared to ask.

“How did my greatest love turn into my greatest fear?”

[flamestoillusions]

I think it’s terrifying how much I ship in DF but as I tell everyone, I can ship just about anything if you give me some basis for it (fanart and fanfic only expedite the process). I was trying to answer someone’s question but suddenly was like well fuck when trying to think of ships to list:

Canon/Canon:

Hero/Anyone - let’s face it, everyone has some strong feeling for the Hero 

Serepulchure (Serenity/Sepulchure) - you know who you are that started this madness. I have answered far too many ship asks and have made TWO lovechildren to NOT ship it by now

Elysia/Nythera - After Rise of the Dragon Mage, how can I NOT? Like all the dragons are their babes. And I love bad/good dynamic, can you blame me?

Zhothera (Nythera/Zhoom) - I only answered ONE ship ask but because I actually like think out dynamics when writing those, guess what? Kinda ship it. Mainly because they are a ship that no one seems to know is a thing until you see them do something like hold hands or kiss.

Warlic/Xan/Jaania - Hilariously, I don’t like Warlic nor Jaania but I think their dynamic with Xan is so great. Also, I love Xan so much so if they make him happy, let him have them.

Galanoth/Ikea - You know, Gal with the furniture shopkeeper. You know who you are. But it’s not bad? I mean I see her as being a really sweet but at the same time able to rough it.

Symone/Hero/Valencia - Look, I have weakness for femme fatales. The three of them together? Totally could take on the world. Although for me, most times it’s mainly the Hero dating Symone and Valencia. If they could talk and work out their problems, maybe Symone and Valencia could be something else other than rival/enemy status? On the other hand....

Mazurek/Hero/Valencia - This is mainly with a rogue feminine Hero in mind as they are a trio of thieves. And ones that end up having a good time no matter where they go. This may or may not have bloomed because of a heist AU I thought of...

Ash/Aria - Only when they are older! I don’t know, I have a slight thing for the childhood friends that become something else. And based off Book 3, I feel like Ash has picked up some things from Yulgar.

Ash/Princess of Light - I kinda like their dynamics but actually got weirded out a little by the amnesia part thrown in. Like is this just for a fresh start or??? It’s a knight and princess dynamic, which is normally pretty cool to me.

White Flag (Mazurek/Tomix) - I feel like if they had more time, it could’ve been an interesting time. Like, I highly doubt that they would’ve stayed together long-term but I feel like they could’ve been a good relationship for as long as they lasted. And now, it kinda is just a tale of what could’ve been.

Burnt Toast (Serenity/Xan) - Total crack ship but hey, it could’ve been nice. I mean, in the long term, Xan wasn’t even the WORST we have in terms in villains. And he has to see Serenity some time as he gets her bread.

Vilmor/Circe - What do you mean you can’t have a ship with bitter enemies? I don’t know, how I saw them running off each other reminded me of phantom thieves and the dogged detective. Soooo that just ends up being kinda cool. Doesn’t help there’s a criminal AU that passed my mind with them.

Lim/Cysero (and sometimes Warlic) - It’s science versus magic. That fight in itself is great. And I never actually feel any animosity from Cysero when it came to the Clashening. Like he legitimately felt like he was adding to Lim’s efforts. And I don’t ever feel any genuine hate from Lim either, he just is like that ‘what, HOW.’

Thursday/Raven - GO SAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND! One of the best things to happen in Book 3. Because Raven didn’t care. She was so damn determined to keep Thursday safe no matter what. And Thursday didn’t want Raven hurt. Ah, my heart. 

OC/Canon:

Alegis (Alexa/Aegis) - But he’s the light to her darkness! How can you do any better than that? I’m so sad that it couldn’t but RPed but I feel like some of the writings done for them were great. 

Ryunn/Tomix - Who hasn’t by now? I mean, just look at them! 

Tykath (Ty/Drakath) - *maniacal laughter* After x chapters of Double Edged, knowing about their family life and kids, and encouraging the mention of them in RP? I think I ship it. 

Galris (Daeris/Galanoth) - See, here’s the thing, I actually know very little about it personally. Everything I know is from ship asks and from once being told how Gal is cursed to fall for her. Love across lifetimes/dimensions? Sign me the fuck up.  

Amalencia (Amal/Valencia) - Pretty much the only one from my blog that actually happened. It is a rival to friends situation and Valencia opened his eyes to the world. But then it becomes sad as Amal is canonically dead by present DF and Valencia never did know what happened to him.