#i cant stand his female characters

[spacedlexi]

i just think a "friended/romanced + saved + trust aj" violet does such a good job rounding out the plot and characters of S4 and i dont say that lightly

she walls people off out of fear just like S3 clem did and learned to grow out of through the compassion of others. feeling like she could have done more to save minnie being what initially makes her step up to lead, but her accepting her love for clem (and clem choosing to save her) is what leads to her Truly accepting the school and everyone inside it as her Home and gives her something to fight for ("i tried my damnedest not to care about either of you. and i still couldnt tell you why." "i know where youre coming from. after losing so many people, sometimes its easier to keep everyone at arms length." "and then you wonder why you fight so hard to stay alive. i dont wonder anymore."). this being the reasoning behind violets detachment from the school, as well as a negative home life impacting her idea of what a home even was. but together they turn ericson from a prison into the home theyve BOTH been looking for, renaming it together, and envisioning it for the future together. the two of them understand each other deeply, from what theyve lost to how its affected them and the poor ways theyve decided to react to it. but through their support of the other, they BOTH get to evolve into more relaxed and confident versions of themselves, who know Exactly what theyre fighting for

her troubled relationship with brody and getting to learn more about what happened with the twins/violets reaction to it and how she ultimately blames herself/brodys guilt about her part in it and how she misses violet. getting the chance to mend that relationship before its too late. the 3 of them becoming closer because of it. and getting to develop clems friendship with brody leads to a more impactful moment later in the basement

her relationship with tenn reflecting clems relationship with aj, in the way they both made the decision to look after their respective boys after their primary guardians died (ajs parents, tenns sisters). both of them can understand the responsibilities they have taken upon themselves, and how hard it can be to do right. the 4 of them become a tight knit group quickly. especially in EP2 as vi supports clem while tenn supports aj through the marlon fiasco

her confused relationship with minerva introducing interesting conflict both within her relationship with clem (who has her own personal conflict with minerva, which vi still ties into through her relationship with both minnie and tenn) and the over arching plot, which has themes of learning when to let someone go because they are no longer who they once were (clem and lilly "we were family once", mitch about ms martin "you get all caught up in who people used to be, and you cant deal with whats in front of you", violet about minnie "the real minnie? shes been gone this whole time and i have to stop mourning her")

having a saved violet on the boat expanding the conversation with minerva about her motivations with the delta. violet apologizing for never looking for her, minnie saying she knows she would have but that its too late now, so sure this is just the way things have to be. getting to hear minnie say "you can be rewarded, just like i am", giving us insight into her character. and clem getting the last word before she rams the door down, her and violet fighting minnie Together. and violet saves clems life, making the Choice to shoot minerva, which in and of itself is a huge moment for violets character in regards to her relationship with both minnie And clem

and aj shooting tenn on the bridge brings things full circle, by putting violet in the same position louis was in EP2, where aj has killed the most important person to her, in an effort to save her life, and now she must reckon with those feelings the same way louis had to about marlon. not so easy now is it violet? ("so youre mad, but sad" "can i be that for a while?" "yeah, its ok")

just... ough... violets whole character just fits into Everything so well, but in a way that elevates the characters and plots around her, while also developing her into her own

[hecksupremechips]

Listen I don’t really care about this play anymore and I haven’t interacted with it in ages but in Be More Chill I think Jeremy and Christine were good together and I won’t STAND for everyone in that fandom trying to convince me otherwise!!!!!

[love-bitesx]

: ̗̀➛ PROTECTOR. hobie brown x reader

summary: spider-man makes a point of walking y/n home every night, but after befriending them as hobie brown as well, his feelings get complicated. words: 3.5k REQUESTS OPEN ! warnings: non-explicit sexual harassment (a man is very creepy to reader), reader isn't gendered! but be aware, author is female, so possible afab bias, i tried my hardest i swear. all characters are adults :) author is british so this is my interpretation of his silly little slang from what ive experienced hehe also divider credit: cafekitsune a/n: may feel a little ooc, but in my headcanon, when he's pining the way he is for reader, he's so soft. also, spider-man and hobie r completely different personalities u cant tell me otherwise. first time writing hobie so pls give me opinions ty. enjoy!!!!!

“is it home-time already, darlin’?”

there he was. the familiarity of routine washing over you, turning your head to see him propped up against the brick, spikes on display and guitar pick flipping in between his clothed fingers.

“spider-man, my hero,” you sighed and clutched your non-existent pearls, a smirk on your lips.

“you know i hate that,” kicking off from the wall of the pub you just clocked out of, he stuffed his hands into his patched up jacket, his bouncy stride meeting yours on the pavement.

“i know,” you smiled, allowing your bag to fall from your shoulders and into his outstretched hand, as always.

it had become a routine, over the course of a few months, that the one-and-only spider-man would escort you home from work in the late hours. at first, it didn’t seem real. why would he decide to spend valuable time most days walking you home, when he could be out fighting whatever darkness lurks in the shadows? you’ve asked him, almost every time, but he always gives the same, vague answer;

“who else is gonna keep you safe, love?”

his legs were longer than yours, by a mile. so he had to slow his usual pace for you. naturally bouncy, his booted feet tapped against the pavement like a kick drum, and you wondered whether that was the radioactive blood in his veins, or his natural energy.

laughter flittered through the dark streets as you caught up, it had only been a day since you last saw him, but being a crime-fighting, fascist-killing superhero, there was quite a lot to pack into a 24 hour day.

he bounced off the walls of passing buildings, recreating his fights with the air that hung between you both, throwing in some exaggerated punches here and there, to elicit an extra giggle or two from you. you almost got lost following his animated recreations, but he kept an eye out for the roads ahead. he’d memorised all the paths leading to your apartment.

it had all started a few months prior, after a particularly long shift at work. constantly over the span of a few hours, this guy would not leave you alone. no matter how many times you refused his advances, a smile on your face, masking the unsettling pit in your stomach at the sight of his grin. drink, after drink, after drink, he ordered just to stare at you the whole night, crude gestures and words thrown your way.

you’d gotten used to it, working at a pub in the depths of london, it wasn’t ever unusual to get unwanted advances. but something about this guy, you couldn’t shake it. ~

“what time do you finish, ay?” his accent was thick, you placed him somewhere up north.

“i’m not sure,” you muttered back, forcing a smile.

“oi, come on! ‘course you know what time you finish,” his words were slurred, and his eyes hadn’t left yours once, “was thinking we could ‘ave some drinks together, tha’s’all.”

“sorry, i can’t tonight, i have to be up early tomorrow,” you giggled, and if he wasn’t so drunk, he’d definitely have picked up on the nerves lacing your words.

“come on,” vowels drawn out, he made an attempt to stand up to meet your height, the proximity of him sending a shock of fear to your heart, until a strong hand clapped against his chest, the force almost sending him backwards.

“pack it in, dickhead, they said ‘no’,” a deep, almost calming voice spoke, contrasted completely with the stern, threatening tone of his words.

you looked to meet your protectors gaze, and it almost stunned you. he was tall, taller than you, for sure. dark, smooth skin with an aura of pure mayhem, silver piercings protruding from his face. adorned with a ripped, skin-tight plain top and denim vest, littered with badges, patches and just about any accessory known to man.

his eyes were what really held you. a heavy look, dark brown with the most unique feeling of strength and power that you’d ever seen. you could’ve easily gotten lost.

deciding you’d stared at him long enough, though, you broke the eye contact, diverting it back to the man who looked a humorous combination of terrified and offended at the same time.

“‘s alright mate, we were just talking, back off, yeah?” his liquid courage built up, ignorant of the taller man’s hand still pushing against his chest, ring-clad hands seeming to leave an imprint.

“think it’s time for you to leave, mate,” he spat back, mimicking his slang.

a moment of silence followed. you’d fully expected the drunken creep to swing a punch, or at least bite back, but under the weight of the taller man’s stare, he seemed to lose all fight he had in him. with a final murmer of something you couldn’t quite hear, and unsure you really wanted to, he stumbled backwards, slipping into the crowd.

“thank you,” you broke the silence, to which the man shrugged.

“he was a pig,” he brushed it off like nothing, and you couldn’t help but smile at his attitude. raising his newly free hand, he stretched it towards you, tight in a fist.

“hobie, hobie brown,” he greeted, and his accent completely erased the ‘h’ from his name.

“y/n l/n,” you smiled, accepting his offer and spudding him, the cold metal of his rings against your knuckles. you couldn’t help but grin at the oddity of his presence.

hobie kept you company for the rest of the night, ranting about his thoughts and opinions of various important subjects, ranging widely from drinks of choice to the existence of capitalist propaganda in modern media, all of which you hung onto every word of.

it wasn’t long until he’d managed to book him and his band into a few slots on the pub’s makeshift stage that stood empty on the other side of the room, smiling to himself at how authentically excited you seemed to hear his music.

when he left, his vacancy was immediately obvious. the booming pub feeling oddly silent without him.

after closing up for the night, you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, switching the lights off with one hand and fiddling with the keys in the other, shaking the door to double check you locked it well enough. body aching from being on your feet all day, you yawned, stepping autopilot into the darkness. the night air was chilling, causing you to wrap your jacket tight around your body. cursing at yourself for not bringing another layer, or pre-ordering a taxi home.

“oi,” you heard from your right, turning quickly to the familiar call.

stumbling on the pavement, the drunken creep from earlier pointed towards you.

shit.

you hadn’t expected him to actually wait for you. it’d been hours since he left, he was insane. what was he thinking?

grabbing the keys from your pocket, you gripped them in your freezing hands in defense.

“where’s your little friend, huh?” he spat, clearly enraged by hobie’s interruption earlier. he stepped closer, and you stepped back, trembling as you tripped slightly on the pavement.

“ay, is this twat bothering you?” a voice called from above.

wait, above?

craning your neck up, you made eye contact with possibly the last person you expected.

“spider-man?”

and from that night, he’d met you every time. waiting outside the pub doors, no exception, to walk you home.

“hey!” spider-man’s upbeat calling snapped you instantly back to him, jumping slightly as you finally noticed he was directly in front of your face, white eyes narrowed on your demeanor, “where’d you go, huh?”

“sorry,” paying him an apologetic smile, “just thinking.”

“wanna clue me in, darlin’?” his tone was playful, but the soften of his masks expression felt genuine.

“just thinking about the day i’ve had,” you lied, unsure whether his spidey senses could tell. not that it was rare for you to think about how you met, but you didn’t want to bring it up again. if he could tell, he didn’t let on.

“whataboutit?” he sped up, slipping back to your pace and slinging his lanky arm over your shoulders, basically hanging onto you as you walked. he liked walking with you like this. it made him feel powerful, like he was keeping you extra safe.

“hobie’s band played again!” you exclaimed, and if he’d been paying attention, he would’ve seen the way your face lit up at the memory. unfortunately for him, his eyes were trained on webbing a chocolate bar from a passing vendor. god knows why it was still open, but he was glad it was.

“hobie, again, huh?” taunted spider-man, punching your arm playfully with the fist that gripped the newly stolen snickers bar, “starting to think you’re replacing me, love.”

“never,” you teased back, elbowing his side, hearing the jingle of his badged vest, “hobie’s just…”

ears pricking, he clung onto the words you were speaking, anticipating possibly hearing something he didn’t want to.

“he’s just so cool,” you breathed with a smile, and he almost verbally sighed in relief, stopping himself in order not to rouse suspicion. he smirked under his mask, “just got this feel about him, so easy to talk to, and he’s so talented! you know, i’ve almost learnt all the lyrics to his songs.”

his heart just about exploded. in fact, he thinks he could pinpoint the exact moment it did.

he played off his burning cheeks, clearing his throat and incredibly glad his mask hid his flustered expression.

“you should come see him, you know,” you looked up at him, and though you knew his answer was ‘no’, it was worth a try, “i can hide you in the back if you don’t wanna be seen.”

“come off it, love,” he dismissed, avoiding your gaze, but his back was tingling like pins and needles under the warmth of it, “i’m not keen to meet the man stealing you from me.”

“fuck sake,” you laughed and pushed his arm off you, brushing off his playful flirting.

his confidence was excelling. the friendship you had formed over the prior months had stemmed from his childish charm, and it hadn’t faltered once.

“well, here i am,” you brought your pace to a halt, hovering in front of the door to your apartment building.

“i’ll miss you tonight,” he fell against the wall, eyes stuck on you. you couldn’t see it, but you could feel his smirk.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, i finish at 11,” you stepped towards him.

“i’ll be waiting,” he kicked off from the bricks, raising his hand to ruffle your hair, much to your protest, before practically disappearing in front of your eyes.

you were left grinning to yourself, much like every night.

“what’s up, bruv?” hobie’s friend elbowed him harshly in the ribs, causing him to rip his eyes from you.

“nothing,” he huffed, but by the lack of sustenance and playfulness in his reply, his friend was less than satisfied. hobie was a carefree, reckless guy with a constant spurt of irony, and seeing him with a sullen expression and no bite back, was worrying.

“come off it, hobie,” another one piped up, sitting across from him with an empty pint in one hand and cigarette in the other, pointing the latter in his face. he huffed, “you’ve been slumping for like 3 months now, and you’ve only been writing sappy love songs.”

the table snickered, and even hobie’s lips curled into a smirk. his friend was right, he wasn’t even nearly like his usual self. he blames you for that.

“who is it then, huh?” his friend pushed, cigarette still hanging in front of hobie’s face, ash crumbling off the end, “has our ol’ hobie brown got himself a partner?”

“oi, you know i hate labels,” he smirked again, knowing he was lying. not that he didn’t usually hate them, but he couldn’t avoid the fact that every time you made your way to the front of his mind, he was urged to call you his. his partner. his person. his love. just his.

he always did hate consistency, anyway.

“another round, guys?” your voice ripped him from his thoughts, your scent somehow drifting above the sticky smell of beer and cigarettes, he pinned that down to his spider abilities, but he’d be a fool to ignore that he had simply just memorised the aroma.

“please, darlin’,” hobie’s friends chirped up, grinning at you thankfully. he cursed the burning feeling in his chest.

“i could do you guys a deal,” you smirked playfully, and he looked up to meet your eyes. you looked beautiful tonight, like usual. he was fucked.

“if you lot give us a song, it’ll be on the house,” you smiled hopefully, taking note of their usual orders just incase they agree.

“sounds like a plan,” hobie reached his hand out to you, open for a handshake, to which you took. soft hands falling into his calloused ones, he couldn’t help but notice how nice it felt.

turning away, you left to get their usual set up sorted, feeling him still watching you, to which you threw him a smile over your shoulder.

it wasn’t unusual at all. his eyes would always find you. at the table with his mates, his gaze would swim through the crowd to yours. even on stage, lost in the moment with himself and his guitar, it was you he always found his eyes trailing back to. it wasn’t like the other men in the bar, it wasn’t predatory desire or lust, but it was warm. it was safe.

he had three options, really; confess himself to you as hobie brown, coming clean about the way he felt about you, the warmth in his heart that spread across his spine whenever you smiled at him, eventually having to come clean about his alter-ego. he could confess as spider-man, to which he’d have to come clean about his actual identity. or option three. stay silent and suffer in his own pity. bite his lip and pretend his heart wasn’t yearning for you.

but, he prided himself in being able to speak his mind without hesitation. confident in his word, suffocated in his silence. he would always say: if he ever bit his tongue, to kill him there and then. well, here he is; begging for mercy at the barrel, his tongue bleeding from keeping his heart locked in his chest.

he was fucked. well and truly.

“anything special happen today?” spider-man nudged you, taking a worried note of your unusual quietness recently. it was the same night, he’d picked you up like normal, and hopped along beside you.

“the band played again,” a swelling smile bloomed on your lips, “other than that, not really.”

your voice was hollow tonight. easily mistakable with your naturally soft tone, but to his trained ears, it didn’t feel right.

stopping immediately in his path, his bouncy steps ceasing, you quickly copied him. confusion slipping behind your eyes.

“what’s up?” you questioned.

“you know you wanna tell me,” he stepped around you, arms falling over your shoulders from behind, heavy with his full weight. something about the mask, it gave him a confidence with you that he’d quenched as hobie.

you sighed and rested your head back against his chest, taking him by surprise. there was something intimate about the way your eyes were closed, body resting against him. your brain was hectic, he didn’t need his spidey senses to see that.

“there’s just…” you spoke, eyelids feeling heavy as you opened them, looking up to see him. head split in two, you were unsure if you even wanted to say it out loud, “there’s this guy.”

it was almost cruel how fast his heart dropped, plummeting like a boulder into the pit of his stomach. body stiffening, his head was spinning so fast he didn’t even have the conscience to mask it.

“i just can’t get him out of my head, it’s so stupid,” if your wistful look wasn’t answer enough, the outpour of dissonance he could feel from your body told him it was serious.

“not another fella tryna steal you from me,” he chuckled, but his voice was weak, vulnerable. you hadn’t heard it like that before.

untangling yourself from his weighted grip, you leant against the wall of the building you were stood in front of, staring up into the night sky. there was something so embarrassing about admitting a silly little crush.

“not another one, technically,” you spoke softly, a hint of a smile tickling your lips at the thought of him, he stepped closer, “i’ve already told you about him.”

and he stopped dead in his tracks. mind racing a million miles an hour, picking apart every word you said. was he stupid? was he reaching? seeing something that wasn’t there? he was the only one you’d spoken about, but surely not, right?

shifting closer again, his body begun to feel the heat radiating off you, barely an inch between you both. he towered you, as always, the spikes on his jacket and mask hitting the streetlights perfectly, giving him an orange glow. you bought yourself to look at him, and though you couldn’t see the eyes beneath, you felt his gaze.

insufferably close, closer than you’ve ever been, you could feel your heart in your chest. a tension that you hadn’t quite felt before, bubbling in the air between you.

“say his name, love,” his voice was low, lower than normal, and a twinge of familiarity hit your chest hearing the deeper tone, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. chills dripped down your spine at the new found feeling.

gulping, you could feel his name in your throat, struggling it’s way out.

“hobie.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but considering he almost had you pressed against the brick, he heard every syllable. and god, did it sound good.

“again?” he croaked, just wanting to confirm, needing to hear it again, needing to hear you say it, relish in every beat.

“hobie,” you repeated, louder this time, more conviction in your chest, “i like him, like a lot.”

he went silent. dead silent, barely moving. heat radiated from him, and you could’ve sworn in the vacancy of sound that you could hear his heart pounding against his chest. reaching up, your hand trembling slightly, you placed it there. on his chest, feeling the material of his suit, the humanity of his heartbeat. he melted into it.

“are you o—“

“i need to tell you something.” he interrupted you.

it was your turn to be silent, eyes heavy with intrigue, begging him to continue.

without a word, his ring-clad hand ghosted your skin, drifting past the air between you and to the base of his mask, sliding along his neckline for the seam, and dragging it up over his face, revealing the man within.

your heart stopped, a thousand things flashing through your head, through your heart, surging in your bloodstream. you didn’t even know what to say, what to think, how to comprehend it.

“hobie?” your voice was small again, shrunk beneath the look in his eyes, the desire.

embarrassment waved through you for a moment, a sudden panic of the earlier confession, your chest pounding at the possible rejection.

he didn’t even leave the thoughts enough time to fester, however, because his hand that was holding his mask was suddenly flush against your jaw, the material falling softly onto your neck. thumb trailing the comfort of your cheek, revelling in the feel of your skin, warm against his hands, he leaned forward.

his lips were on yours, without a word. gentle, but rough. the tension escaping through the feeling of him pressed into you, desire leaping out of every shared breath. his other hand fell to your waist, and yours stayed firm on his chest, bunching the fabric in your hand to bring him closer. he obliged, of course, and the kiss deepened. his head spun.

pulling away for breath, you kept your eyes on his lips, disbelief swimming around your brain, colliding with the need to kiss him again.

“y/n,” his hand brought your eyeline to his, “i like you, too.”

you couldn’t help but smile, relief washing your body out.

“like, a lot.”

he kissed you again. and again.

a/n: hope u enjoyed!! pls let me kno if ur did, this is my first time writing for him <3 thanku!!!

[beddybites]

hi friends! big rant incoming— i want to clarify this isnt targeted at anyone, im just noticing a pattern and im getting a little upset with some of the requests im being sent ):

something that really bothers me is the babyfication of giyuu tomioka. the fandom infantilizes the dude way too much. and its even worse when you throw shinobu into the mix and have her being a maternal figure to him when she herself is an eighteen year old who has worked as a hashira since she was a teenager. she does not need to be put into these situations where she’s taking care of her older peers all the time

i see this happen a lot and i feel its rooted in misogyny whether people recognize it or not. almost always the male characters are thrown into positions where the female character has to take care of them and its really frustrating

shinobu isnt a maternal character at all. to inosuke and the younger ones, it’s different, but if i keep seeing her being a mom to giyuu im actually going to lose my mind. giyuu isnt some uwu depressed baby who cant stand up for himself. he is just as mean as sanemi and obanai. he trained to survive and operate in horrible situations and fight for his life for years. hes a grown man and a hashira. he would not be babied by anyone, especially not someone who he has known since she was around fourteen years old

you may say “well ghostbite dont you do this with mitsuri and obanai”… sure. perhaps i am a hypocrite. but you must remember mitsuri is just sort of like that. she loves cute things and she loves fawning over everyone and everything. her scenes with nezuko. her introduction scene in the hashira meeting with her gushing over everyone. she hand feeds tanjiro pancakes in the recent season. she refers to people as “cutie.” etc etc etc

the difference with obanai and giyuu is obanai is often characterized as a yandere simp who is a huge bully to giyuu and tanjiro. he’s not. i like to put him in deaging situations a lot because unlike everyone else, he’s been through hell since birth. he’s never, not once, had a moment of peace. he had no siblings growing up to protect him— he had no loving parents, etc. he never felt love and he believes he is undeserving of it and should never reciprocate it. so here comes mitsuri, the epitome of love. he takes care of her. he watches after her. he is devoted to her. if something happens to him, especially if it’s a situation where he’s much smaller and weaker and in need of care, mitsuri would drop everything to help him. if it were mitsuri, obanai would do the same for her. it’s in both of their characters to do this. them being in these situations makes sense

i love shinobu. she would not. she does what a doctor does, looks for a cure, checks in here and there, and leaves it at that. she is not giyuu’s “mama.” she is an eighteen year old girl who has her own bucketload of issues. if you need her in a maternal role then use inosuke or literally any of the butterfly girls— the kids she actually takes in and takes care of. not her 21 year old coworker who is more than capable

if anything i think shinobu should be put in deaging situations. have giyuu take care of her instead. mix it up a little. but people are so attached to the idea of having every single caregiver role go to the woman that it’s unlikely we’ll see that

this is not a criticism on giyuu. i love giyuu. but i need people to stop treating him like a defenseless baby, and for people to quit seeing shinobu as responsible for him as a caregiver or a mother

tdlr: please stop asking me to draw or write deaged giyuu stuff. someone else can do that. i dont like deaged giyuu. tiny 21 trio is essentially on hold because of this ): i keep getting nonstop requests for deaged giyuu and im so tired, especially because people are framing it in a “you should replace obanai with giyuu” lens, or adding “mama shinobu doing x with baby giyuu”

it’s tiresome and frustrating. i love to make content for you guys, and i love when its something that appeals to you in a comforting way, but if you want specific content with giyuu— you’re very much in the wrong place. i hate the fandomification of him and shinobu— it makes me uncomfy and sad.

other people are deaging giyuu and putting him in situations— go ask them instead of me. i would rather highlight misunderstood and underrated characters like obanai and gyomei or my own personal faves (muichiro) then constantly loop the same exact character over and over again

all this to say im doubling down on the babybu and babynai and pintsized pillars aus. if you keep asking for baby giyuu and maternal figure shinobu my spite makes me stronger. hashtag let shinobu be taken care of for once. she’s already the doctor for an entire organization give my girl a break

[maarslovesmonkees]

Since you did a NSFW Alphabet for Caesar do you think you could do one for Koba with a Human Female Reader please?

{Koba NSFW alphabet}

Koba my beloved💗 Hes my favourite character in the whole franchise, and I was hoping to do this!!👏 Its also like the middle of the night where I live so I hope you enjoy even though Im tired asf making this😭🙏

Notes and warnings: M4F, Koba x Human!Reader, NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He does care about you but he'll have trouble admitting it. He would throw a wet cloth on you, so you can clean yourself. If you ask him for anything (water etc.), he'll scoff, telling you to get it yourself before leaving and coming back with whatever you need. Don't call him out on it, you'll get your face ripped off😭

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ass. In my previous post, I talked about how he thinks its an intimate area, so he likes to grab it to feel in control. All apes have their boobs out anyways, but he doesn't ever get the chance to really grope and play with ass.

Hair. Again, he likes to grab it to give him a sense on control. He'll do lots of hair pulling especially when he's not in a good mood.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like Caesar, he loves coming inside. Unlike Caesar, hes not asking and will breed you as much as he likes. Get ready to feel full of his seed!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Likes to watch you without you noticing. When your bathing, when you think you're alone in your nest to masturbate, or when you're just existing, he just cant help but spy on you. If he can, he'll masterbate to you as he hides too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Not experienced but hes also a fast learning bonobo. Give him a couple minutes to really feel you for the first time and then get ready for the night of your life.

Doggy style. You can probably guess why. He likes being able to look down at you, and feel dominant. You look quite helpless in the moment, fully under his control. He gets a very good deep thrust as well.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Yourself on a shelf. The one where hes standing with your legs around him as he fucks you in the wall. He feel strong and powerful doing it in this position. His strength being so strong he can pull you up against the wall while hes thrusting into you, makes him feel euphoric.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A serious ape that will get annoyed if you try and goof off. He'll huff and roll his eyes if you try and make a joke during the moment. Hes too focused feeling good, why ruin the moment with a joke?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Standard ape fur but a bit more rough. He thinks its stupid to try and maintain a soft fur. Hes an ape and a warrior, he doesn't need to do silly human things like that.

Honestly very very little romance during it. Its so erotic for him, hes so in the moment, and just focusing on feeling good. If you're not too focused on the pleasure of being rammed in, sometimes you'll see him looking into your eyes, in kind of an adoring matter. He'll quickly look away though, going back to manhandling you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Favourite thing to jack off to is you, without you noticing. As I said, you're probably bathing or something, and he's behind a rock, stroking himself to your body. Your curves, your tits, everything gets him so hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bondage. On you, not on him. God forbid you ever recommend him being tied up. He likes seeing you helpless and submissive. He has full control over you, and you can't do anything about it because you're all tied up. Hes done being tied up to things, its time for humans to be. The fact that he finally gets to live the fantasy of tying a human up, and as well you being accepting of it, he feels weird in a good way.

Marking/claiming. His big canines aren't there for nothing. Thinking about claiming you as his own, being his and only his, gets him so fucking hard.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes the outdoors. Fucking you into the ground, as you look up at the trees with stars in your eyes from all the pleasure. He feels like a true ape out in nature, and getting into his pure animal instincts and just fucking you out here, satisfies him like no other.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Just feeling that power. Being dominant. Living thr fantasy of an ape taking over a human. You letting him do whatever he wants to you. You under him, being so obedient. Best motivation if you ask him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Try and be dominant with him. Its going to take a lotttttttttttttttt of convincing and trust for him to do that. Getting him go bottom or doing anything that will restrict his movements. He's been tied up enough in his life, and he doesn't want to relive all of that again.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves receiving head. Your mouth around his cock, you licking the base of his dick, you suckling around his tip... he'll be a groaning mess trust me.

Isn't the biggest fan of receiving, especially at first. The motivation for him to do it is how you tremble and shake as his tongue circles your clit. How tears fall down your cheek when you orgasm from his mouth. You just look so good like that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fast and rough, through and through. An animal inside and out. Its regular you'll get a few bruises, especially on your thigh/waist afterwards. Doesn't like to edge, he loves his orgasm, especially when theyre inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes 50/50 with them. Just a quick fuck isnt enough for him. When he goes in, hes in for a while. He does love fucking you and being able to have it not take much time on his schedule is a plus, but again, he wants to fuck you loonggg and hard.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With you? Absolutely! He likes how tough you are for being able to experiment. However with him? hes very hesitant. He HATES admitting that hes scared or worried and shit, but he really is deep down. He thinks of the worst possible scenario when theres a chance for him to br at risk, so it probably has to have a bit of convincing and planning.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He can go for rounds after rounds. He's not really satisfied with just 1 or even 3 climaxes, so buckle up. How long can he last really depends on what your doing. If its vanilla, quite a while. If its you being tied up and under his mercy, like 5 minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As I said last post, Sey toys are basically non-existent in this time. With the fall of humanity and stuff. However, if you somehow got yourselves toys, he would love to tie you and hold a vibrator on your clit, making you cum over and over. You'll be trembling from the overstimulation afterwards.

He would definitely use a a fleshlight. He just imagines its your wet pussy as he bucks his hips up into it, slamming his dick until his high, hot seed filling the toy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Honestly to busy chasing his high to tease you. He just wants to indulge in the moment and he's an easily annoyed guy, so not really that big into teasing anyways.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Pretty loud. Moans, grunts and all. He makes all the sounds you can think of honestly. He doesn't really care if others hear him. Let them hear him enjoying himself to your body.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sometimes likes to think of you cuddling him and petting him after sex. He wishes you would hold him close and whisper nice things to him, but he doesn't want to seem vulnerable or weak so he won't let you do it. He won't ever tell you this and would just face the other way, as he lays beside you. Poor guy, he wants to be loved but is too scared to be lovable.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long-ish, normal girth. Around maybe 7inch. His balls are also huge.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Im going to be honest, not that high, around maybe 4/10. However when hes horny, hes HORNY. Theres too much on his mind to relax and have sex, but when he does, be ready. All his pent up emotions aren't gonna be soft on you.

He'll lay down and wait for you to fall asleep before he does. Its mostly because, although you both are mates, you're still a human, and he still doesn't trust (or maybe never will trust) that part of you.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

how would mochi, Bonten mikey, and kaku react with a female reader with extra labia?

TokRev x Reader w/ Large Labia

♡ NSFW, fem reader, fluff, insecurities + reassurance, oral->fem receiving, suggestive language ♡

Characters: Mochi, Bonten!Mikey, Kakucho

note: thank you for requesting anon 🩷 also I'm super close to 1k, so if anyone has any suggestions for what I could do as an event slide them my way 👀 (pls I'm practically begging lol)

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Mochi

🍡 Doesn't even pick up on your discomfort until you tense up when he slips his hand in your underwear

🍡 Looks at you funny because why is there a problem with him touching his your pussy? 🤨

🍡 Chuckles when you mention you're insecure because he just doesn't believe you

"Ain't no way in hell you're insecure sweetheart, not when you look this good."

🍡 He's not good with feelings but he has his moments lol

Bonten!Mikey

🔫 Mikey has you bent over his desk, his hand sliding under your skirt before you ask him to stop

🔫 He just stands there frozen, blankly staring at you before speaking

"What?"

🔫 You nervously explain how you're feeling about your body and he's surprisingly sweet about the whole situation

"Stop thinking like that, you're mine and I love every inch of you. Now let me fuck you."

Kakucho

🩷 He notices you getting distant when he's about to eat you out and asks you what's wrong

🩷 You tell him that you're feeling a little insecure and that you don't think he likes the way your pussy looks

🩷 He just looks at you with a soft look on his face and tries to reassure you with words and actions

🩷 Eats you out while showering you with praises

"You taste so good, my precious angel ♡"

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Can I request a chishiya with a reader who simps for other actresses infront him making him think reader is lesbian or bi (not really but reader is just girl's girl type of person) and later he gets annoyed and confront her??? (you can add smut if you want) i hope that was clear. ITS FINE IF YOU CANT DO IT!! JUST WANTED TO SEE HOW WOULD HE REACT LOL.

Girl's Girl

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x afab!reader warnings: smut, acarophilia, oral (f recieving), hair pulling, chishiya being a cocky bastard, mentions or reader being a girls girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), choking, breast play, literally pure filth tbf summary: 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 word count: 2k a/n: i feel like my smut is starting to get better after reading ana huang's twisted series. im on twisted hate and LET ME TELL YOU josh chen UGH. and rhys, and alex. (ava and alex are defo my fav tho). the hyunjin request will be out soon so dw, i js need to figure out how to start it, i have a lot of ideas. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!

you and chishiya were sitting watching a movie, as you both do every friday night. another thing you both (only you) do, is hype up the female characters as if you were standing right in front of them. and chishiya was always confused, you were practically crushing on a girl right in front of him.

you would always call them 'gorgeous' or 'stunning' almost as if you were talking about your crush to him. but when you asked chishiya if he agreed and he said yes? you didn't even care, you just smiled and looked back at the screen.

not long later, the movie finished and you both went up to bed as it was getting late. chishiya decided to himself that he would question it tomorrow, and sleep tonight.

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the next morning, you were up early as the birds outside had woken you up with their singing, plus it was summer, so it was already light out.

so, you decided to try your hardest not to wake chishiya and go downstairs to make pancakes for the both of you. so there you were, busying yourself on the stove, with your headphones on, playing whatever music you decided to put on.

you didn't hear chishiya wake up, but you certainly felt it when he wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed up your neck. you slid your headphones off and paused the music playing.

"morning, chi" you smile at him, you only get a small grunt in response, you giggled.

chishiya moved to let go of you so you could get back to cooking, leaning against the kitchen island.

there was a few minutes of silence before he spoke up, his voice low and gravelly as he had just woken up.

"i've been meaning to ask you" he pauses, you look over your shoulder at him "are you gay? or something. you seem to like all the female actresses that come on the screen while i'm right there. if you are, it's fine, i just was wondering."

you chuckle at his words, flipping a pancake over.

"no, chi. i'm not gay. it's just like, girls support girls, y'know?" you turn to look at him, leaning against the counter behind you.

"so you still like me?" he says, walking over to you and grabbing you by your hips to sit on the kitchen island with him in between your legs.

"yes, of course i do

" you smile down at him, he grabs your neck and pulls you down closer.

"so you still like dick?" he asks lowly, your breath hitches in your throat.

"yes"  you say breathlessly.

“yeah?” he asks almost sarcastically, leaving a light trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, god bless the tank top and shorts you wore to bed last night to give your boyfriend easier access.

you just manage to nod in response before chishiya has found your weak spot, suckling on it, bound to leave a mark by night. you let out a breathy gasp as he did so, to him, it was music to his ears.

chishiya slowly made his way down your body, pulling your tank top up and over your head, before swiftly reattaching his lips back to your neck. he then pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands wander all over his chest and neck as he did so.

it didn’t take long for him to kiss his way down your body, until he got to your panties. you wiggled your hips in order to help him get them off, he threw them to the side, god knows where, but you both knew you didn’t care. you looked down at him, and his brown eyes found yours, asking for permission. your lustful eyes was the only answer he needed before he got to work on your cunt, lapping up your juices, letting his tongue run down your slit, before right back up again to your clit, giving it a harsh suck. your hands flew to his hair in response, letting out a lewd moan as you did so. chishiya chuckled at your reaction, and did it again.

he got the same reaction, but this time with you tugging harshly on his blonde locks, throwing your hair back in silent pleasure. you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he practically made out with your sopping cunt. he had to hold your hips down so you don’t buck away from his mouth, it wasn’t like you wanted to. you felt absolute ecstasy as his tongue abused your hole.

When he saw signs of you beginning to get close, he pulled his tongue back and stilled all of his movements, picking you up and carrying you towards the living room. he set you down on the couch so you were in a sitting up position and resumed his previous attack on your pussy, making sure to such your clit extra hard this time, causing you to see stars.

“shiya” you whimpered out, barely able to contain your soft moans and mewls as he continues his assault on your clit.

His tongue flattened against your clit to give you at least a bit of leverage when he delivered a particularly harsh suck.

“shiya, the couch” you moan out, you felt him smirk against you as your pussy juices drip from your hole onto the plush sofa, definitely creating a wet patch.

“i don’t give a damn” he mutters against you, sending the most delicious vibrations through your body, making you jolt in pleasure.

your sofa was quickly forgotten about as you start to reach your high again, widening your legs as your back arches off the back of the sofa, the harsh suck on your clit throwing you over the edge. chishiya kept lapping at your puffy and swollen clit to deliver you down from your high, also managing to lap up your juices as though he was a starved man, lapping up every drop as if you would evaporate if he didn’t hurry.

as soon as you opened your eyes again from your high, you saw chishiya smirking up at you with those cat eyes you loved so much. he wasted no time in getting up and pacing his knee in between your thigh in order to keep your legs open. his lips were back on yours in almost an instant as he pulled his joggers down his hips, covering you completely as he pushed into you. he slid right in as you were so wet, your slick coating your inner thighs.

he waited barely a few seconds before pulling out and leaving just the tip inside of you before thrusting into you with so much force you practically jolted back along with the sofa that clashed with the wall. chishiya pounded into you relentlessly, not slowing down his pace when he hears your mewls from beneath him. his chest completely covered your sight as you wrapped your arm around him and dragged your nails harshly down his back.

it was probably enough to draw small pricks of blood, but chishiya wouldn’t mind, he always enjoyed you scratching at his back, it was your own way of marking him up. you kept going with scratching his back, earning low groans from the man on top of you. you never told him to stop, even though your overstimulated clit was hitting his stomach over and over. you didn’t want him to stop, and he wouldn’t. not unless you said your safe word. 

“only i can make you cum like this, yeah?” he said gruffly, you nodded in response, not trusting yourself to speak with the amount of pleasure you were feeling, he was quick to grab your throat and squeeze tightly, making you squeal.

“yes, shiya. you’re the only one” you moan out before beginning to babble how close you are to your climax. your eyes brimmed with tears as the intense feeling of him hitting your g-spot over and over.

as you babble incoherently, chishiya reaches down to fondle with your breasts, twisting the nipple in between his index finger and thumb, earning mewls from you as you arch your back off the sofa, reaching your peak. chishiya smirked as your eyes shut tightly, your tears spilling over and slipping down your cheeks. he leaned down and kissed where your tears had fallen.

chishiya finished not long after you did. he brought you into his chest, an just as you thought he was done with you, he spun you around and walked you over to the arm of the sofa before bending you over it, his cock never leaving your hole. you moaned out and gripped the arm of the sofa as chishiya began pounding into you again, even harder this time. at the new angle, he was hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, it was complete ecstasy.

you whimpered and moaned, tears streaming down your face as his cock filled you up in the most delicious way possible. it wasn’t long before chishiya had you standing upright again, his cock thrusting up into you. his hand was still wrapped tightly around your throat, but not so tight that you couldn’t breathe. his other hand travelled down your body from your tit, going all the way back down to your pussy again.

he quickly found your sensitive nub, rubbing fast and harsh circles on it. the overstimulation, plus chishiya pounding into your sweet little pussy from behind, had you feeling close to your second climax of the morning.

chishiya knew you were about to cum as you began to babble again, you didn’t have any idea what you were saying, but you were too drunk on pleasure to care.

“aw, my baby is close again? gonna cum for me again my pretty girl?” he coos in your ear, you could barely respond as one final snap of your boyfriend’s hip sent you tumbling over the edge, yelling out his name as you see nothing but white as your pussy clenches around his cock.

chishiya lets out a low groan as your pussy clamping down on him sends him over the edge with you, his thrusts growing sloppy as he tries to ride the both of you out of your highs.

“c’mon, im sure the neighbours are sick of hearing my name by now” chishiya chuckles, pulling out of you before picking you up bridal style to your bathroom. he ran you a bath and sat you down in it, disappearing briefly as he fixed you a plate of pancakes from when you are done.

you walk downstairs in an oversized shirt, grabbing onto things as you walk down the hallway to your kitchen, seeing your boyfriend in nothing but sweats. his shirt was long gone, and you saw the scratches you left on his back. you felt a small pang of guilt.

“relax, ive had worse happen” he says as he feels your stare burning into his back. he turns around and looks at you, smirking as he sees your wobbly legs. “maybe we should do that more often if i get you to the point you can barley walk, princess” he teases.

“i can walk” you say matter-of-factly.

“oh yeah?” he says cockily, “walk over to me then” he says in a sweet, but demanding voice.

you try your hardest to do so, grabbing onto the kitchen counter as you do so.

“uh uh, hands off the counter sweetheart” he says lowly, you take your hands off the counter and stand there for a couple of seconds before your knees buckle. chishiya grabs you before could fall, catching your shoulders.

you hold onto his forearms as he lifts you back up, guiding you over to the sofa and sitting you down, crouching in front of you.

“i think maybe we should give the neighbours a reminder of my name, princess” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grabs your thighs and pulls your pussy back towards his face “what d’you think?”  

[pruneunfair]

Rating female leads in manhwa.

Navier

6/10, I absolutely hate her writting and has devolved into a mary sue who only reacts to everything around her while her mass of supporters never shut up about great she is. Her synopsis claiming her as someone who loves all her subjects gets contradicted when its shown she doesnt really care about the slaves.

BUT in season 1 she wasn't bad, I liked her resolve and it was when she actually cared for her people, I feel like if we got to see a clear backstory beyond "she wasn't allowed outside when she studied to be empress" I would understand her total apathy more.

Ariande

7/10, I adore villains, especially villainous protagonists and at first I liked the idea she wouldn't be any better than her family but still had a soft spot for Arabella, she loses a few points because it turns out she's excused for killing people before in the name of "love" and is viewed as someone who can do no wrong.

Adelaide

10/10, she's like Navier but better, she has more noticeable flaws and while she is a kick ass warrior during the tower arcs she still is human and can't always take it alone without consequences, she acknowledges Diane's struggles and makes an effort not to be her enemy and is proof that you dont need to make FL overpowered gods to be strong women. A beautifully made FL in a underrated story

Robellia

1/10, She doesn't divorce her husband despite the title literally being "I will divorce my tyrant husband." But that's more of a problem in most other manhwa. She's too much of a perfect epic goddess for me and most of all she does the whole "buying all the slaves but giving them a home." to make her look even better, what is with manhwa and inserting slavery for no other reason other than to make the FL look better?

Arianna

0/10, there is nothing good about her. Other than being a mary sue and a personality that only revolves around the latest sexy man, she legit forces another guy to join her haram by threatening diplomatic war on his kingdom and bodyshames her fiance but all of a sudden wants him more than ever when he loses weight, it took a random chick being inserted with a 🍇ist persona to make her look "better."

Yerenica

6/10, in any other story, this girl would've been despised by the fandom for being a homewreaker/pick me. She gives me so much second hand embarrassment but she's not terrible, I actually really like her design too. Not a fan of the kidnapper-hostage relationship she and the ML have though.

Pereshati

10/10, the best one here. She feels so much more human than the others on this list, she's got flaws, a relationship with the ML Therdeo that has both realistic progression, blunders, but overall healthy love, she also has relationships outside of her husband which I really love, I actually get scared for her when shes in danger instead of the usual "oh great, heres the typical kidnapping trope", a great motherly FL

Hestia

5/10 I will be easy on her since I just started reading my derelict favorite but I've only heard bad things about it through spoilers so I don't have much hope, also girl, please acknowledge that just because your favorite character did it for love doesn't mean he's absolved for murdering 2 people, thank you

Edith

9/10, my 3rd favorite on this list. You do not know how happy I was when instead of immediately viewing Rhyse as a rival to defeat, she was actually nice to her and the chapters of them were so sweet, she even acknowledges that it isn't anyone's fault for acting out but the author who is pulling the strings.

Layla

8/10, I feel so bad for this poor girl. For some reason I noticed on reddit and tiktok that she's getting hate for not standing up to herself or just not being the usual "girlboss" protagonist, did it not occur that she cant do much to a duke!? Layla deserves so much better and she needs to be far away from Matthias, I don't care if it's "dark romance" he is torturing her for his own pleasure.

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

You Are Not Alone

Summary: Bastogne took a lot out of everyone, thankfully Eugene Roe is an angel among men, and someone of whom you cant help but love

Pairing: Eugene Roe x Nurse!Reader (implied female/feminine character in video, not in writing!)

Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence, Bastogne😢, a few swear words, my poor baby Gene being sad, (let me know if i need to add anything!)

a/n: hi @thicccqueyoongimin! I am your HBO summer exchanger for @hbowardaily's hbowar 2024 summer exchange! I had a lot of fun working on this and I apologize that I wasn't posted sooner but my dog got sprayed by a skunk twice and I'm currently writing this on my phone in the library bc most of my towns Internet is down 😂 you said angst and you said Eugene Roe and I went for it so I hope you like it!! (I also low key listened to High School Lover on repeat writing this tehe)

this is based on the actors in the show Band of Brothers, not the real men who served

Being a nurse in what you could only imagine to be the coldest place in the world was something you had never planned for yourself, yet here you are bloodied and bruised, hands full of dog tags that will never belong to their owners again. And as hard as you tried to scrub the blood from your fingernails and the memories from your mind that twisted their way into your subconscious, a nasty reminder that there is nothing fair about war, you couldn't. Because nothing could ever be fair in war.

Nothing besides Eugene Gilbert Roe, the kindest, fairest, simplest man you had met in this unforgiving, frozen wasteland. Love was not meant for war, but when Eugene was noting short of an angel, it was hard to deny it. As soon as he had arrived, asking for help on the front lines, speaking to Renee, he was gone. Bastogne long forgotten as they continued their push into enemy territory, doing lord knows what to stay alive. But before he had departed after returning due to word of the make shift hospital being blown to pieces, he told you to write him. And so you did. You wrote him as much as time permitted, though his letters became fewer in number until they stopped arriving, your worst fear etched deep into your mind. But in one of your last, you told him your address, in case you ever got to make it back to the United States, you wanted him to know he was welcome to visit.

And then you cried. Your cried when you heard the war was over, you cried when you were relieved of your nursing duties. But you most of all cried during those nights that were too quiet, too peaceful, thinking of Eugene Roe, man's angel. You mourned, regardless if he be dead, for he had seen too much to atwastbnit be fully alive anymore, not really. You mourned his family who would see a different man emerge from the train that takes him to Louisiana, a place he talked of often.

Nearly a year later, you're sitting in your mother's living room, the house seemingly a lot emptier without all of your knickknacks laying about, now cluttering your own place instead. It's nearing sun down when a knock comes at your door, your brother answering, his limp prominent from his war time injury, and in walks a man you thought dead.

Eugene Roe, man's angel, a live reminder that there is still kindness in the world, standing in front of you, hat in hand. "You're here."

Your words, barely above a whisper as he takes three full strides, enclosing you in the arms that had saved so many lives, now holding yours. "I'm here," he confirms. "I'm here."

[romanscoming]

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includes: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Argyle, Gareth Emerson, 001/Peter, Enzo/Dmitri, Jim Hopper, Officer Callahan (MORE IF REQUESTED)

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⥤ STEVE HARRINGTON

fucking in the backseat of steves car.

steve being rough, hella rough with you.

steve thrusting into you up close.

steve worships your body, like treasure.

⥤ EDDIE MUNSON

eddie messing you up with his man bun.

eddie puts you in more than one position.

eddie fucking you while standing.

eddie having you on top while his thrusting into you.

⥤ JONATHAN BYERS

jonathan let’s you rub yourself on his cock.

jonathan and you working together; teamwork.

gamer!jonathan breeds you in his gaming chair.

jonathan fingering your in his car.

⥤ BILLY HARGROVE

billy feds you his cock.

you giving billy backshots with his shirt on.

billy pounding into you.

billy having you bounce on him in his car.

⥤ ARGYLE

argyle pounds you into the sofa.

argyle cock is too long for you.

argyle cumming in you on the table.

argyle fucking you in his van outside his job.

⥤ GARETH EMERSON

gareth fingers you before having ur back arched.

gareth having his rings on while teasing you.

gareth has you ride his face.

gareth haing you fuck yourself with your plaid skirt that match his sleeveless vest.

⥤ PETER BALLARD/001

sub!peter cums on your breast.

peter devouring you.

peter and you humping back and forward on his dick, while holding hands.

peter just loves eating you up.

⥤ ENZO/ DMITRI ANTONOV

enzo fingering you.

enzo receiving sloppy bounces from you.

enzo getting head from you plus getting to fucking you all in one day.

enzo fucking you hard and deep, as he doesn’t even try and holding back anymore.

⥤ OFFICER CALLAHAN

callahan punishment you for being a bad girl.

callahan misses you & need you in different places.

callahan cant wait, so he fucks you in the hawkins police bathroom.

callahan and your on your honeymoon, having sex.

⥤ JIM HOPPER

jim breeds you in his police van.

jim and you dry-humping.

jim having you ride him, backwards & forwards.

jim has your hands tied up, as he thrusts into you.

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THIS IS JS HOW I VIEWED THEM, YOU CAN VIEW IT IN A DIFFERENT WAY & PICTURE ANY CHARACTER YOU WANT | LET ME KNOW IF ANY OF THE LINKS ARENT VIEWABLE | **IF ANY MISTAKES LET ME KNOW; MAY OR MAY NOT ADD MORE MALE CHARACTER JUST REQUEST THEM.**

[yuujispinkhair]

cant stop thinking about sukuna treating me so good while on my period…. 🤭🤭

Awww your boyfriend Kuna will make sure you feel better ♥️

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + some mentions of smut Word count: 500 Warnings: 18+, reader is menstruating, small mention of blood, period sex if you want (only as an option), making out. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Modern boyfie!Sukuna cannot stand the thought of having no control over this thing that causes you pain and puts you through an emotional rollercoaster every damn month. He is so worried when he sees you burst into tears over the smallest things. The only tears he wants to see on you are those of joy when he says something sweet to you or brings you roses or when he has you on his cock, and the tears spill over because it feels so good. It is unacceptable that your period makes you feel so bad!

And so your boyfie Sukuna does anything he can to make you as comfortable as possible. You are his princess, so you will also get treated like one!

"Why are you getting ready for work? Come on, princess, stop doing all that shit and lie down!"

"But I have so much to do, Kuna!"

"No, you aren't going anywhere today. Fuck work! I will write an e-mail to them saying you are sick!"

You have to admit that he is pretty cute when he is so indignant. And it makes you feel so loved to see this protective side of Sukuna. You aren't immune to the warmth spreading through you when you see the unveiled worry in his maroon eyes. And those strong tattooed arms wrapping around you and hugging you to Sukuna's tall and very warm and comfy body are very convincing, too.

Of course, you stay at home. You slip out of your work clothes and put your sweatpants on again, smiling when Sukuna hands you one of his comfy hoodies.

He makes sure you take painkillers and that you rest on the bed. And Sukuna is right next to you. One of his large hands is on your tummy the whole time, rubbing soothing circles on it.

He picks your fave show to re-watch with you and brings you sweets and cooks for you. He is so caring that you can't help but fall even more in love with him. Especially when you see his boyish grin when he is like,

"See? It was a good idea to stay home and let me look after you. Sukuna 1, stupid period 0."

And then Sukuna kisses your neck, being a tease once again, running his pierced tongue slowly over your sensitive skin, licking you, kissing you, sucking on your pulse point until he has you squirming needily and your hand lands in his soft pink hair to pull him into a deep kiss.

A long makeout session with Sukuna is the perfect way to forget about your cramps. His tall, muscular body lies half on top of you, warm and comforting. And his tongue in your mouth feels so good that it makes your head spin.

And if you need more, Sukuna is very willing to give it to you. He isn't squeamish about the blood or about periods in general. If his princess feels better with his cock in her aching pussy, he will make sure to have you on his cock for hours, trying to fuck your pain away.

But whether you want sex or not, what Sukuna will definitely provide to you are cuddles. He is softer than usual, sweeter. Holds you even tighter than on other occasions, snuggling against you like the world's biggest heating pad. Your back is pressed to his chest while Sukuna's muscular tattooed arms are wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your belly and the other holding yours, making you feel warm and taken care of.

You can't stop smiling when Sukuna murmurs sweet nothings in your ear. That sexy, low voice laced with so much affection. There is still some of his usual teasing, but always followed up by a sweet "I love you, princess." Not wanting to risk another emotional outburst and instead just make you feel loved and taken care of.

I hope this could make you feel better if you are on your period atm <3<3 Kuna being so adamant about making you feel better and "win" against this menstruation thing is so funny to me aahahhaa I love him so much!!

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments would be very sweet <3

[dreamofjoys]

hello! i hope you're doing well 💗 if your requests are open, can you write a smut scenario for malleus with an s/o who has a praise kink and degradation kink at the same time? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) (you can add another character if you want but just malleus is fine <3)

thank you so much! your works are always so well-written. i enjoy reading them sm 💖

— c/w: female reader, praising, degradation, blowjob, cum eating, he calls you whore/slut

— a/n: thanks for your request and support <3 I will have to reply them very slowly since im shadowbanned....

"god, you are like a ne-needy whore." Malleus stutters, pulling your hair up as he shoves his dick deeper into your throat. You let out a moan, which in turn vibrates Malleus's dick, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Your small hands were fondling on his heavy balls, lightly circling it with your fingers and cupping them nicely in your hands. You hollowed your cheeks, making sure to squeeze his dick tight while bobbing your head up and down. "W-why are yo-you so good at this? Did you practise this with someone else? Or are you just born being so slutty?" A tinge of red appears on the tip of Malleus's ears and cheeks as you fasten up your pace, wanting your lover to cum in your mouth.

"Im close. Do that again, moan on my dick like a slut that you are, show me how desperate you are to have my cum dripping in your throat, you filthy whore."

You moaned as he wishes, looking up at him with your pouty lips wrapped around his dick was enough to send him over the edge as white sticky liquid started shooting down your throat. You continue to massage his balls as your nose presses against it, fully taking in his length as you swallow them all of his cum, making sure that it's loud enough for him to hear.

By the time when you are done, you released his dick from your mouth with a small pop sound. Malleus tilts your head up with his index finger under your chin. His thumb presses on your lower lip, a signal to open up your mouth as he inspects every corner of it, only to find that you did swallow everything that he gave you.

"Good girl." Malleus praises, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips as your wrap your hands around his neck, savoring the sweet passionate moment. His hands grabbed onto your ass, lifting your body up without breaking the kiss. You immediately understood what he was gonna do, when he lowers you down to his lap.

His beautiful dick that was still standing hard and firm slowly sinks into your exposed cunt. Your walls hugged onto his dick tightly like a glue. Finally having something to fill your throbbing cunt that was aching with need has delighted you so much that you cant stop the wanton of moans that were pouring out of your mouth - all which was swallowed down by Malleus's passionate kiss.

When Malleus finally releases you from the kiss, he has already fully sheath himself into you, the tip prodding at your cervix, threatening to spilt you apart.

"Since you are a good girl, you will do well in bouncing on my dick like a slut right?"

[philistiniphagottini]

I hope this isn't too vague, and I don't really like or know much about Genshin, but I wanted to request something for your Nutvember thing, so you have some more to write about! (as long as this character is within your rules, of course!) I think Dehya looks super pretty, and with the prompt #10, overstimulation? Sorry if I chose poorly, I just looked at a character list❤️

Hi, thanks for participating even though you don't really know much about Genshin I really appreciate it <3 You absolutely did not chose poorly I like Dehya and thank you for enabling me to write for her.

Dehya + Overstimulation

Nutvember

cw. smut, oral sex, fingering, overstimulation, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

A blistering moan breezed from your kiss swollen lips as you writhed between the sweat soaked bed sheets, the fabric sticking to your clammy skin as your fingers knotted in the material and pulled taut. Your legs were shaking on Dehya’s strong shoulders as she cooed up at you, your name muttered in a warm purr as her hot breath fanned over the delicate folds of your chubby pussy. The sensation made pleasant tingles race along the curve of your spine, the tips of your fingers tingling with numbness as heat continued to simmer in the pit of your soft stomach. 

"Dehya" you whined, almost choking on a hiccup of pleasure. "Sensitive."

A warm hum bubbled up Dehya’s throat, her hands curling around your plump hips and squeezing until generous amounts of skin spilled between her fingers. Red nails scratched along your smooth skin, making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation as a trembling bead of eager sweat rolled between the soft valley of your breasts. Her eyes shimmered under the pale flicker of candlelight, her tongue slowly dragging over her lips as she savoured the flavour of your arousal still clinging to the bruised flesh. 

"Come on, pretty girl, you can handle one more, right?" Dehya said, her voice barely above a breathy whisper. 

Her tongue peeked between the seam of her lips again, twirling through your sticky folds as your creamy, fat cunt fluttered and clenched around nothing. Your soused lashes fluttered over your flaming cheeks, a constellation of tears shimmering in your dazed eyes as your hips jumped forward eagerly into her addictive touch. She soothed the cant of your hips, pinning them back down with strength lingering beneath sun kissed skin as your body gently bounced when you were coaxed back down. You slowly started to nod your head in response as a wanton moan crawled out of the back of your throat, your nerves shocking you like a live wire from the overstimulation that wracked your entire being. She had been at this for hours, pressed between your thick thighs and worshipping you like a devoted follower. She had been wandering Sumeru’s desert for days and you were the sweetest thing she had tasted, soothing her parched throat and quenching the itch that had irritated her for the past several days. 

"One more" you softly mumbled, voice catching in your throat as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. 

Dehya smiled up at you, her cat-like grin almost predatory before she placed a wet kiss over your sopping cunt. A chuckle tickled her throat as you squeaked in response, her teeth playfully nipping the plush insides of your thighs as her greedy hands pawed at your sumptuous body. 

"Hmm, that’s what I like to hear~" she cooed before drawing your delicious pussy back into her mouth. 

You moaned sweetly above her, eyes screwing shut tightly against the onslaught of bliss that simmered in your stomach and boiled in your veins. Your sore pussy fluttered as Dehya moaned unabashed into the heat of your pussy, tongue twirling around the slick pearl of your clit like she was indulging in her favourite sweet. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet, legs dangling over Dehya’s strong shoulders as she pressed closer, nose buried in your soft curls of pubic hair as your scent invaded her senses. Her fingers toyed with your chubby folds, slowly prying them apart to allow her tongue to lap up the sweet nectar that webbed between your lips like morning dew. You threw your head back with a loud whine, your voice echoing around your stuffy bedroom as you buried your face into the comforting confines of your pillow. Your hips twitched, overstimulation stinging your nerves as the hot knot in your stomach twisted unbearably tight, outweighing the discomfort as you were pushed further along to your encroaching orgasm. 

You shuddered as Dehya’s fingers slipped past the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole, dipping into to rub against your plush walls only to retreat and for her to repeat the process all over again. Tears spilled down your cheeks from the blissful burn, fingers numb twisted between the sheets as words caught in your throat. Dehya pulled away from your slick pussy with a loud pop, a soft laugh rumbling in her chest as she peered up at you beneath thick lashes. 

"Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it baby?"

You nodded along dumbly to her words, your head stuffed full of cotton and stars wavering behind your closed eyelids. Your mouth parted around the shape of her name, beads of drool clinging to the edges of your plump lips as your eyelashes fluttered wildly over your cheeks. Your heart was ready to burst from your chest as your pulse filled your ears like the loud beat of a drum, hips rocking forward into the press of Dehya’s fingers as you chased the fleeting sparks of friction. She placed a wet kiss over your sticky folds, her lipstick smeared into your skin and leaving behind bright red lip prints as your clit kicked weakly under her ministrations. She watched the pretty bud flushing from her ministrations as she kissed you again, a rush of slick pooling from your core as every muscle in your body pulled taut. 

"Look at you, pretty girl" Dehya cooed. "Are you cumming?"

You whined, voice cracking as she stuffed another finger inside of you and you were ripped apart at the seams. Your overloaded senses were sent spiralling as your plush walls squeezed around Dehya’s fingers; veins flooded with white hot euphoria as your sweet nectar spilled into the palm of her hand. You felt pleasantly numb as your body continued to spasm, Dehya’s voice a distant echo in your ears as you collapsed into an exhausted pile of tired limbs, curling up into the sheets. A pleased hum rang in your ears as Dehya crawled over to you, her hands a soothing balm against your weary body as she cooed sweet nothings to you, petting your hair fondly as you rode out the last dregs of your pleasure high.

[makersruin]

sorry i just cant stop thinking about the inu/kagome and inu/kikyo ship wars that are still going on in the present day. as someone who isnt invested in it at all (both presently and in childhood) im really fascinated how it managed to stand against the test of time and still be a topic of discussion for 28 years. i'm sure there's more to this that i'm missing because i'm looking primarily at youtube comments which can, at times, be the bottom barrel of the internet but im part not-surprised part alarmed by how the discourse never moved past the standards of writing for female characters in 2002. so much of 'kagome is useless and doesn't deserve him', 'kikyo is a whiny loser who cant give him up', etc etc. has anyone considered that inuyasha might not deserve either of them. ok well thats not true but it also doesn't feel very fair to go band for band on worthiness, which is a kind of meaningless method of measurement on the subject of love, and leave the guy out of it.

when it comes down to it, inuyasha as a story is about a group of people who have been deeply traumatized and cannot move past these traumas until they address the root of it, which is the shikon jewel. the end goal of the story is for them to overcome their pasts. his relationship with kikyo and kagome is exciting and romantic, but they also do the more important job of being representations of the past vs the future. if the story is committed to its thesis, then inuyasha can't be with kikyo. and its not because she's unworthy or a bitch or any of that nonsense, its because kikyo is dead and her soul already reincarnated. kagome is kikyo, not in a literal sense, but in that she is the part of kikyo who has chosen to move on and live. what's left is the bones and grave dirt and regrets of a woman whose life was ruined by the shikon jewel. inuyasha can't be with that. he can't bury himself alive for someone who isn't real anymore, no matter how much he loved her and regrets what happened. this isn't a win for kagome or proof of that kikyo is lesser, its a tragedy that the three of them are going to have to heal from. and when talking about the three of them, any consideration taken away from the weight of that seems like a shame to me.

[loverofhinaandemma]

tr boys (esp mikey) with a taller female reader as gf/crush???? anything 🙏

yes ofc omg i love myself a tall women <3

Characters | Mikey, Draken, and Chifuyu

Small Info | Reader is female! As said in request reader is taller than the TR boys selected! Reader is going to be TR boys girlfriend! If youd like other characters (or different gendered reader) then request!

(Tokyo Manji Mikey btw <3)

Requests are Open <3

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 '𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢' 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

⤙ Mikey is in love and aboslutely adores your height! He is climbing and clinging to you like a koala. He will not let go once he clings to you, not even Draken can get him off! You are his lovely girlfreind and he will cling to you >:(

⤙ Mikey is...well lets just say he brags about your height to other people. He cant help but be smug about it. He will also use your height to terrify those around him. He will teach you the death stare (if you dont already know it) and have you stare down those that annoy him. You have respect from the gang, and its not just because your Mikeys (the presedient of the gang) girlfriend. Your scary in your own right (yet sweet as well)

⤙ Mikey loves cuddles. He will be the small spoon cause he wats to be held agiasnt your chest. He does not care what you say, he will bary his face in your tits and suffocate. Hes a little perv (enficious on little) but does know your boundries. ITs just, he cant help it! HEs laying in bed and there right there! Face level so he will bary his face in them.

⤙ Mikey can get salty if you tease him about his height. Sometimes hell be all pouty when you tease and other times hes grining up at you saying some dumb shit like "But im your little man right?" ITs jsut. Its 50/50 with him. And theres the times were hell be all grumpy and salty and passive agressive with a few comments. Only to apologize a few hours later for his words and if he offended you some how.

⤙ Mikeys list of teasing nicknames for you consist of bean pole, tree, giant, BB (Big Baby), and Mommy. The last one becuase hes Mikey, a little shit that loves to say things. Also because l a r g e and t a l l w o m e n ✨

𝙺𝚎𝚗 '𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗' 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

⤙ Draken is surprised that you are taller than him. But excepts it. He cant help but get flustered around you. The difference it height is obvious and it makes him all red and flushed. Its adorable really. Hell try and hide it, his face stoic as his cheeks are red and hot.

⤙ Draken loves when you hug him from behind. He likes the feeling of saftey you give him. Your chin resting on his head as your arms squeeze his body. HE can feel your chest agaisnt his back/neck and its just. Hoienstly. He feels so safe in your arms and loves it. He can be a bit salty about it some days (epsecially if Mikey teases him) and ignore you. Only to drag you off to a secluded place and apologize quietly. He hates that he does that but he cant help it.

⤙ Draken does teach you how to fight and his ionic stare (if you dont alrady know how to fight or have a scary glare of your own). Your height and the face you can pull, emotionless and dead, can scare the shit out of people. He will laugh about it later as he remembers the faces of the people you scared.

⤙ Draken doesnt mind being the small spoon but prefers to just lay there with you. He doesnt like to be held tightly or lcose to your body, and prefers to lay on top of you or the other way around. He prefers this due to...well i dont know, he jsut doesnt like the feeling ofnot being able to move his arms. He cans tillg et up and leave if he needs to when youre laying on him/hes laying on you.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

⤙ Chifuyu isnt necesarilly surpised your taller then him, but god you ar elike twice his height. Its...actually kinda scary yet he cant hekp but be flustered. If he were to stand face to face with you hed be right below your chest -- perfect for hugs. He cant help the flusterd look he gets wehn you hug him suddenly. ITs just....amazing!

⤙ Chifuyu absoluetly adores and loves cuddles! He likes to lay on top of you and just lay there. Whether on your chest or your sotmach, he will lbary his face into your body. He cant help it! Your a tall and juice piece of women and hes appreciating your figure ok? Thats his esxcuse anyways. We all know what those 'manga's' are actually about/hj

⤙ Chifuyu tends to hide hismelf in your stomach -- when the both of you are standing -- whenever he embarrases himself. He doesnt want to show his lfusterd face to those around him and you. ITs so embarrasing what he did and omg hell never live this down. However, he will also just bary his head into your stomach whenever he wants to. Mostly when hes with Baji and ants to brag/show off his lvoely and tall and deliciouis girlfriend. Hell peak at Baji whows standing off to the side adns tick out his tongue.

⤙ Chifuyu is baby and I love him and would give him all the kisses and hugs he deserves v-v

first tag says (ugh i accidently put /\/\ (for m/male) reader im srry T-T) :,)

[komohine]

How are sheith shippers fetishizing gay men. Are you delusional? Misinformed? Lacking IQ?

Keith is not Asian btw, While we're at it, please prove to me all the damage sheith has done to the gay Asian male community.

Ok considering i have sheith shippers/defenders dni in my intro post and I really dont feel like wasting my time today ill try to keep it short and wont be responding to shit like this down the line. Next time save your breath though. Because idk if you knew this but dni stands for Do Not Interact. You are interacting. Stop that.

1) they’re brothers. Sure it’s revealed much later in the seasons, but the point is they have an incredibly strong familial relationship. If you started off shipping sheith when they weren’t explicitly defined as brothers, fine. But after their familial relationship is revealed the choice to continue shipping those two specifically comes off as strange as hell. Even stranger when you consider the multiple other available male characters that are not only more age appropriate but also dont have a familial relationship with them lmao. Also Shiro canonically gets married to a man. So the choice to continue shipping sheith has to go beyond just wanting to guys to kiss. The next common denominator? They’re both asian, so I must conclude that the need to ship them comes from that. The next next common denominator is that they’re related and some of you just have a thing for incest. But i still have faith in humanity so i wont accuse you of that even though i occasionally feel the urge to. I refuse to take “but but they have the most in show relationship development” as a reason because that just means you’re too fucking lazy to think of your own scenarios. Which is not true, because the amount of devious ass sheith shit I unfortunately stumble across means your collective neurons are actively firing away. Just for the wrong thing. You guys really saw the only real developed relationship (i use this word generally and not strictly romantically) between two guys in the show and decided that it must have romantic undertones. Beyond how its harmful to irl men and deters them from emotional maturity out of fear that any non toxic relationship between two men is automatically seen as romantic by some people, it’s just fundamentally mid yaoi because you guys cant fathom that 1) romance isn’t a core part of the show beyond allurance 2) that two guys can talk to eachother while smiling without wanting to fuck. Yall are in the same league as those guys who are addicted to step sister p0rn.

1.5) bcs i know someones gonna ask “why do you think sheith is incest”, its because shiro fulfills the kinship role of “sibling” for keith, or even “parent”. From here-on out simplified as “guardian”. Within anthropology there are numerous kinship systems which determine which family member is called what. Ex. In the hawaiian system, every male family member is called “father” and every female “mother”. No matter if they birthed you or not. In the linear (also known as esk/mo but that’s a word with heavy history) system, your parents are “mom/dad”, siblings are defined as “brother/sister”, and everyone else is “aunt/uncle” or “cousin”. This is the system commonly used in the west. Kinship systems define a lot of things, from inheritance to respect hierarchies. Another key thing they determine is incest taboo. The range of which this taboo applies differs depending on culture, which is why you’ll hear of two people, for example, cousins getting married. In the west that’s considered taboo, but it may not be in another culture. Kinship and its taboos also apply to non blood related relationships. Hence adoptive siblings, etc. And keith quite explicitly refers to shiro as his brother. Given the context of those scenes, it can be deduced that it’s not said in a way that is 1) casual, as the lingo would more likely be “sup bro” or the tone of voice would be significantly more casual, 2) indicative of anything other than a familial relationship, for if keith considered him a brother in arms he would’ve said something more along the lines up “on your feet, brother”. Keith saying “you’re like my brother” AND THEN DOUBLING DOWN TO “You’re my brother,” said in such a sincere tone of voice leaves little to be debated.

Tldr: Shiro fulfills a guardian kinship role for Keith and thus the incest taboo applies to him.

1.6) also like? It’d be weird either way. Going by their canon age diff (season 1, 25-18 = SEVEN YEARS), and considering shiro met keith in middle school, and going by the oldest middle school age (15) bcs im feeling generous, shiro wouldve still been 22. If they just met once and never again till seasom 1, fine. Ship sheith however you want. But the fact is they met and then they formed a bond when shiro was significantly older and in a position of power over keith. Shiro was a mentor and guardian to keith whether you like it or not, and he stayed that way from when keith was young and impressionable until he was an adult. Yk what thats called? Raising a child. Imagine shipping that. Crazy. Imagine a 9 year old being raised by a 17 year old babysitter bcs of his absent parents. Suddenly when the 9 year old turns 18 he starts dating his babysitter. Thats freaky as hell, and i only increased the age gap by 2 years. Literally nothing else changed.

2) now why would they include a non aapi character in the mash up? Also, his source character from the og voltron is named “Keith Akira Kogane”. What non asian person is named that?

3) also the fact you need me to show you damage.. same vibe as “wdym he’s stalking you he’s just being friendly!! Show me how his so called stalking has put your life in danger”. Like imagine needing actual damage before even considering something bad.