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cloudbrooksblog · 1 year ago
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my misinformation journey (lmao)
When i was like 11 or 12, I was watching a movie with my sisters. I'd recently watched a Cinema Sins video on the movie. I parroted things that were said in the video.
My sister pointed this out. She said, "you got that from a Cinema Sins video, didn't you?"
I was intensely embarrassed, so much that I still think about it. Of course, I'm 17, so it was relatively recent, and also parroting other people word for word is cringe, but it's also because I attempted to deny it. And later on, I couldn't figure out why it was wrong. If I saw the flaw after he pointed it out, why is it bad to make the same comment? I can see that he was right, even if I hadn't watched the movie on my own before that. Even if I hadn't double-checked, he presented the evidence to me.
I was evaluating my actions in a flawed way. Obviously, there's something annoying about someone pointing out petty flaws in something you're just trying to enjoy. In the Helluva Boss fandom, I've learned that. But it's also flawed in a way that's extremely important once you bring it to a more serious context.
Near the start of this year (2023) I was in an online discussion, in the comments of a Youtube community post. There was a meme about Hamilton (the musical), and I recalled my sister saying the creator of the musical (Lin-Manuel Miranda) was white. I parroted this without double-checking. If you'll see my profile picture, this was insane of me. I left the situation only halfway learning the lesson, but at least I didn't argue with people calling out my bullshit that time, and at least I apologised. I'm saying this as a personal acknowledgement of my growth since 12 years old, but compared to the bare minimum there's no silver lining. It's a flaw of mine that still needs work to this day. Speaking of which...
Talking out of your ass/bluffing is a thing that's easy to spot in others, especially if you disagree with them or are more knowledgeable about the subject than they are. I said that while talking out of my ass. I have one singular example of this from a podcast I recently watched where Fredrik Knudsen (documentarian) went onto the Official Podcast and fact-checked one of the hosts, who was being extremely judgemental, speaking about subjects that Fredrik knows tons about, and also was being extremely disrespectful to Fredrik the entire time via interrupting him. He also used the word "schizophrenic" as an insult. Remember that.
It was easy to spot then, but that's because it was an extreme example with a (hyperbolically) fact-checking expert present. I can't think of other examples off the top of my head, and I'm not going to check. I think a better framing would be to point at that situation as one single example of this flaw being fatal, rather than using it to generalise, unless I plan on checking. I'm trying to get better at it, but this post isn't just a personal benchmark, I promise.
I watched a video about AI by a relatively small Youtube creator named Jimmy McGee today. I absorbed the information without really thinking about it. I already mostly agreed with him, and what I didn't agree with him about I was simply neutral on and/or uninformed about. In the comments of a video called "The Dream of the Internet", there's someone using the word "schizophrenic" as an insult; an awkward synonym for the word "batshit". I also recently saw it being used as an insult by the previously mentioned podcaster, and overheard it being used as one while out in public. This is more frequent use than I'm used to witnessing. I wanted to make a post about it. I connected it to the way Andrew Tate and Sneako have undeniably made an impact in our culture already-- According to the viral video of teenage Sneako fans, and some vague anecdotes about Tate fans being numerous and loud. There's nothing wrong with believing individual anecdotes, but there's something wrong with basing a portion of your worldview on them, in my opinion.
The fear of mind control-- of algorithms designed to keep you glued to your screen-- is brought out in me by these anecdotes. It was almost certainly created by them, I reckon. I connected these fears and anecdotes with some final parts of McGee's AI video, and suddenly there's a fully-formed opinion: "Casual ableism is becoming more common because ableist people are getting popular online-- all because of the algorithms that want you glued to their sites".
It's an unnuanced, reactionary opinion. I'm glad I caught myself. This flaw of mine is something I started thinking about vaguely after the Hamilton thing, because I TRUSTED my sister, and I was CERTAIN she told me that, but it was also put at the forefront of my mind after seeing the podcast episode where a host got continuously spotted talking out of his ass in a way that's extremely easy for anyone to do, especially myself. Even though I'm against cringe culture, extremely left-leaning, etc, I still talk out of my ass like Alex Jones does. I steadily work on it, slowly, and now that there was an example where I caught myself BEFORE posting, I thought I'd make a post analysing myself. Thank you to anyone who read this. Pls don't roast me too hard about it LOL
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can you do a bakugo x reader who’s afraid of the dark? i think he’d be cute about it and make small explosions kinda like fireworks to cheer them up
omg whats so funny about this is that this is a scenario that happens in my oc x canon verse actually omg !! this is such a cute ask, tysm anon ! fem reader (tho no gender specified) ages arent specified here but i imagined both katsuki n reader younger (11-12) !!
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there's a sudden power outage during math class.
the mix of groans and immediate screams put you on edge, they make your heart beat and you wish you could tell them all to just shut up. but you're mouth isn't working, your throat is clogged up and you can't see anything.
you hate the dark. it's embarrassing to still be scared of it at your age, it's childish and you're not a little kid anymore. you're sure katsuki wasn't scared of the dark anymore. granted, he wasn't scared of anything.
you’d walked out of your classroom, trying to maybe find some type of light source outside of class, you doubted the teacher noticed you leaving with all the chaos brewing.
very bad idea, it was pitch black. probably even darker than in class somehow. you feel your heart beat quicken as your eyes slowly start stinging.
you won’t cry, that’s so lame.
you’re old enough to know that monsters don’t exist, you know nothing is going to come snatch you up to drag you off into the darkness never to be seen again. of course you know that.
but you’re still so scared, and the scenarios you’d just made up where making you even more nervous. your eyes sting and you know it’s lame, but you really feel like crying.
if you were going to cry, you at least wanted to make sure no one could see you doing it once the lights turned back on. you manage to find a broom closet in the darkness and decide to hole up in there. you shiver, tightly hugging your knees. you feel tears prick in your eyes. it’s lame, and you’re too old to be crying, but you figure no one will know anyway.
then the door slams open.
you gasp, but don’t dare look up and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. maybe a monster was here to take you, maybe it was one of your classmates and they were gonna tell everyone how uncool and lame you were for crying.
“what’re you doing in here ?! i was lookin’ all around for you !”
you look up then, and katsuki looks back at you angrily. you bite your lip, you didn’t want him of all people to see you like this, he’d for sure think it was lame. katsuki’s expression morphs from anger to surprise to confusion. he raises a brow.
“what’re you crying for ?” the tone of his voice makes you hide your face again, furiously wiping at your eyes. you can see how he looks at you from the lights coming from outside, it peeks through the opening of the door, and you think that’s worse than a monster coming to get you.
“i-i’m not !” you mumble, your voice crackles as you do. you hear katsuki huff and then the door slams. what you were afraid of came true, you think. he thought you were embarrassing and wouldn’t want to be your friend anymore—
warm, warm hands grip at your wrists and rip them away from your face so you can see—katsuki. he’s still here ?
“liar.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “y’know i hate liars.” you do know, you don’t want katsuki to hate you, that’s why you’re in here. you blink at him in surprise. katsuki only squints at you, before plopping down next to you. it’s a very tight squeeze, but he nudges your shoulder to make space for himself and he makes it happen.
anything katsuki put his mind to was possible. if he wanted to sit next to you in this cramped broom closet he was going to, no matter what. you always found that cool about him.
“why’d you run off ? i was looking for you..” he asks.
“i thought you wouldn’t notice..” you respond meekly. katsuki looks back at you. your shoulder hurts a bit so you readjust and move back. you can see his incredulous expression even better.
“hah ? why wouldn’t i ?”
why wouldn’t he ? because you were lame ? because crying about the dark at your age was embarrassing ?
“cus..” you fiddle with your hands, you can’t finish your sentence. katsuki finishes it for you.
“what, cus you’re scared ?” the way he says it. scared. makes you want to deny it again. but you hate lying and katsuki hates liars. so you just shrug. it’s quiet again, you hear the tapping of branches against the window outside. rain tapping the window, and then a big crack of thunder. you jump a bit despite yourself.
“teach said the power won’t be back till this let’s up.” he explains. this meaning the storm, you assume. you don’t know what to say anymore, you’re glad katsuki can’t see you.
“s’fine y’know..” he utters after a bit. you look back at him in shock, blinking rapidly. your eyes have gotten used to the darkness and you can see how his eyes dart around. he settles on pulling at his shoe laces for a bit.
“but…” you start, your throat is still clogged up “you said you hated crybabies…an’ scaredy-cats..” katsuki scowls at your words, tugging and twirling at his laces.
“i do.” he confirms, then he glances at you. “but i know you’re not.”
oh. you can’t muster up anything. you know you should say something now, and you feel your cheeks warm at his words. but it’s still so dark.
katsuki sits quietly as he inspects you. then he gets in your space again. you whine in annoyance, he’ll squish your shoulder at this rate but he grumbles back, he’s made up his mind. and there was nothing you could do about it.
and you thought that was kinda cool.
he stretches his hand out in front of you both. “look,” is all he says. you do, and after a moment.
soft little "cracks !" and "pops !" fill your ears, they’re not from outside, but from his hand, small orange lights accompanying them. you can’t stop looking, in awe as he keeps going. you always thought katsuki’s quirk was cool, and how much he control he had over it. he’d be an awesome hero, you're sure. he made sure to tell the whole world he would be.
he insisted that you’d be his number one fan forever. you always jokingly tell him he’ll have to work for it. “watch me, then !” he’d smirk, he’d claim he’d be the strongest in the world and you’d have no choice but to beg for his autograph then. “in your dreams !” you’d quip, but it never discouraged him. you never told him you were already his biggest fan. that he was your best friend in the world, that you thought he was the coolest.
“cool..” you utter quietly.
you can hear him huff proudly next to you, then the sparks slowly stop. you turn to look back at katsuki. his face is slightly illuminated by the sparks he tries to stop, you think you see a bit of pink on his cheeks.
"who cares if you're scared..i'm here, so you don't gotta be anymore." katsuki shoves his shoulder against yours teasingly "so don't go runnin' off anymore, got it ?"
and you hope his eyes have adjusted too, so he can see you smile. you're still a little scared now that it's completely dark again. and you're still not fully convinced a monster won't pop out and try to eat the both of you. but you know katsuki isn't scared of anything, and if one does show up he'll blast it away.
and he'll light up the way for you, no matter how dark it gets.
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blitzbuckzowild · 3 months ago
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Good Morning Blitzø
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saetoshis · 2 years ago
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TOO MUCH OR NOT ENOUGH? [‹ DEMON SLAYER ›]
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[‹ WITH ›] tengen ; akaza ; haganezuka ; gyomei
[‹ SUMMARY ›] how much of a size kink do they have?
[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]
fem!reader, size kink, dacryphilia, praise, pet names [baby, bunny, pretty thing, sweet girl], some teasing, modern au (not canon), minors + ageless dni
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[‹ TENGEN ›] 8 out of 10!
tengen won't lie that he has a bit of a size kink, and it's prevalent in the way he always makes comments about your cute expressions when you have to look up at him, or how you can't seem to fully wrap your hand around his cock.
he can't lie - he really gets a kick out of it.
"oh- almost there," tengen teases between a pearled smirk as he watches your mouth slowly but surely take his cock between your lips, and it feels impossible with how much there is. he coos sweetly at the little tears adorning your bottom lashes with a sneer of, “so good, baby. show me that pretty mouth, you almost got it, now…”
you mumble and hiccup incoherently onto his cock, your smooth tongue pressing tightly against his nerves from the sheer lack of room and it makes tengen groan. you bob your head back and forth, the wet noises and little chokes and hummed moans making tengen’s abs shudder hard.
“that’s it, just like that… love the way you suck it,” tengen lets out little grunts and shaky breaths between an egotistic grin, his hips slowly starting to rut into your now-drooling mouth as he watches you flutter your wet eyelashes up at him meekly. “oh, you’re just so pretty trying to take all this, aren’t you? wanna let me go a little faster now? hm?”
[‹ AKAZA ›] 6 out of 10!
akaza doesn’t initially notice the size difference between the two of you, so he didn’t know he had a kink for it until you sat on his lap and still had to crane your head to look up at him.
from then on, it was all he could notice - how much of your thigh he can manage to grab with one hand, or how small your hands are when they’re intertwined with his. he definitely has to admit, he enjoys it at least a little.
“oh, bunny,” akaza pants out the words between little moans, his hands grasping your hips and rocking your frame on his cock over and over. you’re so much smaller than him, it’s so easy for him to maneuver you like this - and it’s clear by the open-mouthed, half-lidded look on your face that you love it, too. you whimper and hiccup and akaza gives you a little shush, “shh, s’ okay… feels good, right? just relax, lemme take care of you, m’kay?”
“mhm, mhm,” you hum and stifle back moans as he rocks you onto him a little harder, a little faster. every push of his cock into the hilt of your cunt feels like a little jolt of pleasure flowing up your spine, and it takes everything in you not to cum on the spot now. “g- cum, gonna cum…!”
“that’s it… c’mon n’ lemme have it, don’t be shy,” akaza leers as he feels his cock twitching with every clench of your walls around him, the whimpers leaving your lips making his breath hitch in his chest. he grips your waist, easily picking up the pace of your hips just a bit more. “lil harder, okay? just a little more, you can handle it, right?”
[‹ HAGANEZUKA ›] 9 out of 10!
hotaru has always known he’s had a size kink when it came to you. from the way his big shoulders can easily block your view to the way your head only makes it up to his chest, he’s always known.
he gets turned on so easily by the way you’ll playfully push him to be met with no budging, and especially by the way you look so small when he’s kneeling behind you on the sheets with his big hand pressed on your back.
“s-shit. feelin’ so tight, pretty thing,” hotaru mumbles and grunts out when he slips his cock between your taut walls, his brawny hands holding your hips stable as you kneel on all fours on the bed in front of him. it takes a little before he can fully push himself inside, and he shudders hard when he does. “there it is. so good for lettin’ me put it all in…”
you whine as your frame shakes when he leans forward, curling his body overtop of yours as he presses messy kisses into your nape. hotaru’s hips slowly start rutting forwards, every wet smack making you keen for more. you whimper with each time he pushes further inside, feeling a burning tingle in your cunt as you pant, “s-so stretched…”
“oh, i know, baby… i know it is,” hotaru sneers out the words as he presses messy kisses and drags of his tongue onto your neck, his hips rocking a little faster as the sounds get filthier and louder. his cock twinges inside of you when you clench even tighter around him, “fuck- you tryin’ to make me cum already? but even if i do… i’m definitely not done for the night yet.”
[‹ GYOMEI ›] 10 out of 10!
gyomei can’t help how big he is, both his body and what’s in his pants - so naturally, he finds it attractive when you saunter around in his oversized clothes or have to ask him to reach the top shelf for you.
it drives him crazy with way you look so small in his lap, or how you have to use two hands when you’re just trying to get him off - it’s endearing, almost, and he just can’t resist it.
“shh, i know, i know…” gyomei murmurs against your lips to soothe your hiccuped whimpers at the way the head of his cock pushes in your cunt, and it’s such a big stretch that it makes little tears prick your eyes. he knows to go slow, and he knows to make sure you’re as wet as possible beforehand, but even then - it’s still a struggle. “i got you, sweet girl…”
gyomei kisses you hypnotizingly as his thumb toys with your clit, running small wet circles into your nerves to help him start to slip inside, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace. bit by bit, he pushes further until he reaches the hilt of your cunt with still more length to spare. you whimper and hiccup against his cheek, “gyo… t-too big-! too… much.”
“i’ll go slow, alright? promise, it’ll feel nice in a second, hm?” gyomei tries not to grunt out the words from how warm you feel around him, especially when you tighten up in tandem with his thumb circling your clit. every heavy rut of his hips makes you tear up a little more, mewls and panted whimpers leaving your gaped lips. it doesn’t take long until you’re both desperately keening for more, and gyomei can’t possibly hold back another second. “shi- oh… just a little faster, okay? j-just… a little more. you can do that for me, right, sweet girl?”
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coddda · 5 months ago
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Light's relationship with his father is such a heartbreaking multi-faceted tragedy to me I hate it so so so much.
Soichiro loves his son so much, and while he's certainly not a perfect father I know that he cares deeply about Light. He wants to prove Light's innocence so badly but he can't let go of the underlying doubt that he might really be Kira and it gnaws at him. He does not know that from the very beginning he was being used by Light, whether it was to obtain information about the investigation, or to get to L, or to strengthen the foundations of his own lie that he wasn't Kira, this entire time he was simply another resource. He'll hang onto this doubt for years, even after L is dead, even if he doesn't express it in the latter half of the series, until he himself is on his deathbed, with what he believes to be undeniable proof that Light isn't Kira. (It's a lie, of course.) He dies happy, but it's on the foundations of blissful ignorance. His own son brought him here, brought him to the point where he had to sacrifice half of his own remaining life span, to his own death march, and was still trying to use him even now to kill someone else, but he doesn't know that. Soichiro said that what was evil was the power to kill others, and that whoever used it was cursed. Light was that cursed man, of course, and he tried to bring that curse onto Soichiro too by making him kill in his last moments. Soichiro was happy regardless, because he didn't know. He'll never know. (In the manga/anime at least. More on that later).
Light loves his father but it's not enough to turn him away from the terrible decisions he's made, if anything it only fuels them. His idea of "justice" is a twisted model of what he parroted from Soichiro, and he uses his father as another pawn (and a powerful one at that) in his plans. If he can prove that Kira is justice then perhaps his father will no longer call Kira, and therefore Light, evil, so he just needs to ensure that Kira becomes justice, right? It's Light's own actions that land his own father in the hospital for a stress-induced heart attack and yet he says only a few minutes later that he's the happiest he's ever been in his entire life. Even after Soichiro denounces Kira by calling him evil, even after he calls the Death Note's power evil, even after he unknowingly tells Light that he is cursed. When Soichiro dies Light is too deep in his own plans to actually properly process the fact that his own father is dying past what it means for his goals, but at the same time he still cares enough that after the fact he'll genuinely cry, only to brush it all away later. (Personally, I don't have a single doubt in my mind that Light's crying in that scene was genuine and I Will die on this hill). Soichiro had unknowingly denounced Light one last time just before his death, openly relieved that he "wasn't Kira after all", which also reveals that he has had doubts about Light this entire time, even after L died. By the time he's caught at the Yellow Box Warehouse Light will have denounced his father too, seeing him as someone who was made to be a fool, someone who was naive, even, too earnest for his own good. He won't realize that part of this description of his father might have applied to Light himself, back when this all started. Light takes after his father so much in so many ways already, so why not in this way too?
Ough. And honestly the other adaptations never miss out on this tragedy either, and I love them for that. (spoilers for the musical and 2006 live action movies I guess?)
In the musical we see Soichiro express his doubts and conflicts about who to believe, Light or L, if the son he raised really is a murderer, if everything he knows about him is just a lie. Like, there's an entire song about this, and you can tell how torn he is about it all, how badly he wants Light to be innocent but about how he also needs to face the truth no matter what it is, but at the end of it all he doesn't even get the answers he wants. At the end of the musical the only thing he finds is two corpses, Light's and L's, with no answers. No last words, no closure, only dead ends and a dead son and a grieving daughter. It's so awful I hate it here.
And the live action movie is fucking Insane. Like, wow. Okay. (Spoiler for the ending of Death Note The Last Name I guess) In the 2006 movies/novels Light writes Soichiro's name in the Death Note himself, and it's such an inconcievable move that it leaves even Misa shocked; Light tries to make Soichiro give him the Death Note for the last part of his plans, seeing his death as a "necessary sacrifice" (insert tangent essay about why I think 2006 live action movie Light is actually the most "coldhearted" Light Yagami, despite how infamous anime Light is). It doesn't work, and Soichiro does end up finding out that Light is Kira this time, and they have a confrontation, but he doesn't even sound truly hateful towards Light for it. He Never seems to outright hate Light for it, even after Light calls the whole confrontation a waste of time and instead tries to continue killing with the piece of the notebook in his watch, even after he tries to get Ryuk to kill everyone. When Ryuk inevitably writes Light's name and he collapses, Soichiro still reaches out for him and holds onto him as he's dying. Light literally dies in Soichiro's arms, still looking for the validation that he was right, that this wasn't all for nothing, that he was doing the good thing, trying to make Soichiro understand that he was trying to enact justice based on what he learned from him in the first place. Soichiro not only learns but sees for himself what his son has become, and Light dies in his arms leaving no closure for either of them. Soichiro will announce Light's death in L Change the WorLd on the news without saying his name, saying instead that it is only Kira who is dead, even though he and Light are one in the same. Sachiko and Sayu will never get to know the full truth about what happened to Light, instead Soichiro will lie and instead tell them: "Light was killed by Kira."
And then holy Shit the jdrama. If I write about it here this post is gonna literally double in length and also I don't really wanna spoil it but. Man. Man. If you watched it you know. Holy Shit dude I Cried.
It's the fact that, canonically, Soichiro will die oblivious to what Light has done, but even in the instances where he does find out, it doesn't make it any better, and it doesn't make him love Light any less, it just gives him more to grieve.
It's the fact that there isn't a single universe where Light doesn't use his father for his own gain, whether to gain information, or to try and control him with the Death Note, or make him write in the Death Note himself, and not a single time will he realize just how far he's strayed from Soichiro's ideals, and not a single time will he not forsake him for it by the end of the story.
It's the fact that, despite everything, Light will always refers to Soichiro as "dad/my dad" (informal) rather than "father/my father", even after he has been "denounced" (and this is true in every language that Death Note has been translated in, as far as I could find. Man, isn't that so cool! :) <- Through tears).
Anyways that's what I've been thinking of how's your guys' days going
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saturnniidae · 3 months ago
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I love how Trollhunters is such an outlier in its genre in the sense that from the very beginning, when establishing the status quo, the notion is set; you can't always win someone over, you have to finish the fight. It is very often kill or be killed, and you can't bank on being able to change that.
And of course in the beginning Jim is horrified, and staunchly refuses to even kill even the troll equivalent of a rodent, and he does manage to win people over by talking, multiple times. And he defies everyone's expectations with these new allies. His ability to do this is one of his strengths and it's incredibly impressive, but in the end he learns and relents to the fact that sometimes of only way you can stop someone is to meet violence with violence and by then he wants to.
It's not just about self defense or damage control anymore, Gunmar killed his friends, and caused those still living to suffer, and indirectly forced him to give up his humanity, his future, his chance of having any semblance of a peaceful life,
(In Jim's eyes anyway. But really, from the moment he picked up that amulet, he lost his chance at normalcy. He was doomed from the beginning. He was also 15.)
And he wants him fucking dead. I don't know, but that's just so unusual for the type of character that Jim is, but it's so very human to break under something so heavy (Young Atlas and all that, I suppose), and it's almost ironic for him because at that point – again, to him, at least – he is anything but human.
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izzystizzys · 3 months ago
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When the 212th collaborates with the 501st, chaos is sure to follow in their footsteps. This has been largely true of every engagement since the start of the war, in Cody’s experience. Had he even an ounce more of a rebellious streak, he might question why and whether the success rate is worth the feral instinct for mayhem his battalion and Rex’ awaken in each other - as it is, he simply fills out the after action reports and then screams into his pillow, which is hard as durasteel and doesn’t warrant the name.
Or, on some days, he steps into the training rooms to work off some nervous jitters only for his foot to catch on someone’s armoured shoulder and faceplant straight into what looks like the entirety of both battalions piled together in a massive cuddle pile.
“What”, he manages between gritted teeth, heaving himself up with one hand supported on Crys’ arm and the other planted in places that make Boil jackknife up with a strangled yelp, “the kriff is this?!”
“We’re watching the Corrie Reality Special, sir”, his own voice calls from somewhere across the room. “The 91st is passing by, so we have satellite access to the Coruscant Broadcast network for a few hours, and we couldn’t settle on a specific show -“
“- so we decided to watch them all”, Rex finishes, sheepishly, where he’s fought his way through wiggling piles, hoots and badly imitated monkey lizard noises. The thought that he shares DNA with these degenerates is enough to drive Cody to the brink of a nervous breakdown some days. “Spopcorn?”
Ah. The Corrie Reality Circuit. When Cody first heard of it, he’d thought it was a prank. Then, they were deployed to the middle of bumkriff nowhere on the edges of Midrim space edging on Outer Rim, with a connection so spotty even classified military intel only got through about half the time, and the whole idea got shelved in favour of clankers and keeping his General’s lightsaber in his General’s hand where it belonged.
Now, a gaudy, glittery monstrosity of a logo announcing a Coruscant Rotational special appears on a rigged up screen, which means one of two things: either Fox is pulling the Galaxy’s greatest long con on all of them, or he’s been murdered and replaced with an evil clone (ha!), because there are no circumstances in which he would agree to star on Coruscant Reality TV.
Cody tilts his head consideringly. Rex smiles at him sheepishly. Tilts the spopcorn bowl at him, invitingly.
“Oh, dank farrik, sit your shebs down!”, someone (Fives, probably) yells out, fed-up…ly.
Cody sits his shebs down.
“Good morning and welcome all of Coruscant to the Great Coruscant Rotational Special: Our Boys in Red Edition!”, a bright red Twi’leki man announces on the screen amidst cheerful jizz music and loud hooting from the training room. “My name is Braham Horton, and I will be your exalted host for this fine, fine late night cycle!”
“And now, gentlebeings of the metropolis, I present to you the images that have driven us all to laughter, joy, and even tears at times over these past few weeks - whodathunkit, that the CSF media project would enthrall a whole Galaxy of viewers and cause the largest recorded peaceful civil protest of all time?!”
“The sorry what now”, says Cody, suddenly thinking back to the urgent meeting General Kenobi was currently in with Generals Windu and Yoda - passing by on the Venator in orbit. “Uhm”, says Rex. Braham Horton, unfazed by the commotion he’s causing lightyears away, chatters on.
“- many hours, so we’ve compiled an introductory little best-of for you, exalted viewers! And what better best of to start off on than the hottest entry of the most explosive bombshell into the villa - please give it up for Commander Thorn and how he stole all of our hearts on Love Island!”
A garish, club-tech jingle Cody has so far only heard buzz through the walls of establishments that generally didn’t allow clones thrums through the training room, followed by what can only be described as the sort of noises spiced up banthas might make. Thorn appears on screen, more oiled up and half-naked than Cody remembers, though just as bleach-blond, hair slightly longer than regulation and smile blindingly perfect.
“I’m Commander Thorn, baseline twenty-four years humanoid - during daytime I might be the scourge of Coruscant’s criminal underworld, but at night I don’t mind playing good cop for you!” He punctuates it woth a sleazy wink and fingerblasters that have Rex honest-to-god gagging, and Cody seeing his life flash before his eyes. If Alpha-17 finds out about this…
Suddenly, Thorn’s smile drops in favour of what might almost be called a scowl on even his handsome face, and the music cuts out. “There, got your soundbyte. Can I go back now? I’m supposed to be on shift.” Indistinct, off-screen chatter and a captioned oopsie… appear in a shower of glitter. Thorn’s face does something complicated. “For HOW MANY MONTHS?!”
Cut to a montage of what Cody can only describe as beaches, oil and abs galore, Braham Horton narrates and extremely close-up shot of what Cody tries very hard not to identify as Thorn’s crotch. His own crotch, in a way. Oh no, that’s weird, stop that train of thought immediately-
“Although our favourite bombshell’s entry into the villa wasn’t without its hitches and hurdles-“, emphasized by a zoom-in on Thorn’s form in a speedo huddled away from a partying crowd of softcore-kriffing contestants on a yacht, “- as well as all know, he would soon find his place in the villa - or places, rather!”
Two crying humanoid women appear on screen, with eyeliner smudges down to their knees. A hoot goes through the room. Cody watches with a sense of impeding doom. “You slept with her after I chose to match up with you instead of Chad?! How could you!”
Thorn, still oiled up with both blasters out for the world to see, winces. “I didn’t me-“
A hysterical gasp, a camera swerve. Three more people stand by the doorway, all clutching their chests with wide eyes. A broad, green Twi’leki man raises a finger to point accusingly. “You were sleeping with them too?! I thought I was the only one!”
“Dear Force”, Cody murmurs, unable to look away from the building speeder wreck on screen. Braham Horton laughs good-naturedly at his misery. “Ah, good times! And who could forget the all-out brawl of the following matching night, where a record number of every single other contestant attempted to physically fight the others for the right to match up with Commander Thorn! Including a somehow returned Chad, who nearly won thanks to the element of surprise. I wish we could show the footage, but then we’d have to slap several warnings on it and probably still get taken off the air.”
“I didn’t know Corries kriffed like that!”, someone (Fives, let’s be honest, it was definitely Fives) calls out into the room, receiving snickers and a well-aimed pillow to the throat for his trouble. He goes down with a choking scream.
“Someone who was less impressed by the hot’n bothered beach weather was Commander Thire, who found himself Less than Impressed by his co-contestants inability to keep it in their pants on Too Hot To Handle!”
Thire’s face, identical to Thorn’s in every way except the ones that matter, appears on screen. His black hair is cut in a cropped mohawk, arms folded over a button-up he’s carefully pieced together with… safety pins? Where are the buttons on it?
“These people are pathological and pathetic and I will spend not a second longer on this farce of an attempt at ‘entertainment show’”, says Thire, air-quotes so sharp they could cut stone. His scowl might be permanently etched into his face, Cody can’t tell. “Unlike literally everyone else, I have an actual job to do. Now move.”
A brief pause, in which cheerful jizz music plays over what is obviously a producer begging off-camera, followed by an eyeroll so hard it hurts Cody’s brain to watch. Thire throws his hands into the air in defeat, marching off into the sea behind him still fully clothed.
“When they didn’t find him until the last episode, I’ll admit, I thought he’d died too!”, Braham Horton cuts in cheerfully. “But would you look at his little lonely island lair - now that’s a fulfilled man, and too many coconuts for my taste! We’ve had to blur his hands out as he discovered the cameras just moments before these holos were taken, unfortunately. And, dear viewer, who could forget this exit-interview for the ages!”
A considerably more clothed Thire appears on screen, eyeing a microphone like he’s about to use it to stab out his own eyes. The reporter clears their throat in audible anxiety. “C-commander, how would you describe your reality experience in one word?”
“Demeaning”, says Thire, blandly.
Silence.
“Um, o-okay”, squeaks the reporter.
“Would you like some more words?”, asks a dead-eyed Thire.
“No, um, I think - I think we’re alright.”
“Because I have many words. Mostly for whoever the *bleep* thought this was a *bleep* good idea, and *bleeeeeeee-*”
“We’ve had to censor most of the Commander’s on-screen appearance, dear viewer, for your sensibilities”, says Braham Horton, eternally and painfully cheerful. “And speaking of sensibilities, who could forget Commander Stone honouring his name in several challenges on ‘I’m A Holostar - Get Me Out Of Here!’”
Soulful violin music fills the gym, overlaid with images of a bald vod Cody surmises must be Stone. Stone stares stonily into the void, glass of bright green something raised to his lips and already half-empty.
“Memorably, he downed a pint of acklay urine within seconds-“
Horrified screams are followed by an image of Stone chewing, yet another thousand-klick stare.
“- or when he ate Tauntaun anus -“
Rex doubles over gagging, and Cody slowly puts his handful of Spopcorn back down.
“- of course the ten minute worm-bath challenge cannot go unmentioned -“
“FORCE PLEASE NO!”, screams someone (Echo) tearfully. Commander Stone, buried to the chin in wiggling orange worms, looks less impressed.
“ - and who could forget his encounter with a horde of ginntho spiders and nests of vexis snakes!”
A remote goes sailing past the screen, missing by a mile, as images of Stone with his whole arm stuck in various boxes fly past. Someone is retching. It might be Cody.
“We would show the infamous butchery challenge wherein the Commander found himself drenched in nexu guts and sandworm brains, but once again, this is family friendly programming and we are not allowed. Nevertheless, a win well-deserved. And now, please welcome the one, the only, the awe-inspiring, the unbelievable: Marshall Commander Fox!”
Another Force-awful jingle, big, blocky letters, and Cody chokes on his own spit when Fox’s scowling face appears on screen. He’s thinner, greyer and angrier than the last time they saw eachother in person. Only the last one is really a surprise.
“I am neither naked nor afraid”, says Fox, arms crossed firmly, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. “I am, however, quickly losing my patience. Explain to me again the point of spending my valuable time undressing in the middle of bum-*bleep* nowhere on the Midrim instead of doing my job as the head of planetary security in the middle of a Galaxy-wide war?”
Several beats of silence follow. Fox grows less impressed with each. Cody knows that look well. Usually, it precedes handcuffs and a cold sonic blast to the face.
“Um… you signed a contract?”, says a producer’s voice uncertainly off-screen. Fox barks out a harsh laugh. “I’m legally classified as military property, my signature holds less weight than if I’d had one of the Guard’s massiffs shit on that contract for me.”
“Ouch!”, calls Crys.
“Gettim!”, adds Longshot.
“But… don’t you sign off military documents all the time for the Senate?”, sputters the producer.
Fox smiles with far to many teeth. It’s also a look Cody knows far too well, and even lightyears away it has a shudder going down his spine.
“Really makes you think about the technicalities of that definitely-not-slave-army, doesn’t it?”, he says, dryly.
“Although considerably less naked and afraid than all other contestants, Commander Fox left us with many memorable moments - such as when he saved the entire crew from an angry Acklay!”
Most of the next holovid is blurred out, though Cody can (unfortunately) guess at the why and how. So can most everyone else, judging by the collective groan.
“Down, boy”, says Fox, flatly, to a hissing Acklay twice his size. It rears its fanged head, and a shudder goes through the room. Fox simply crosses his arms and nails the beast with an unimpressed look. “You are making a fool of both of us. Cut it out.”
Chastised, the Acklay blinks at him, slowly lowering itself back down with a confused hiss.
“No kriffing wonder all the Corrie shinies are such hardasses”, mutters Rex, whom Cody is hard pressed to agree with. “I came from a tube and that look gave me daddy issues.”
“Yes, dear viewer, who could forget these heart-warming moments of good, quality television!”, sighs Braham Horton, dreamily. “Not Coruscant anytime soon, that’s for sure! We are now entering the twentieth rotation of the sit-in protest of a petition to allow the Commanders of the Coruscant Guard to compete on Dancing With The Planets, Coruscant Rotational’s epic dance competition!”
“Dear bum-kriffing Force”, whispers Rex, wide-eyed and awe-struck. “Does Fox know about this?!”
Cody, who’s already dialing the kriffer’s comm-code, wipes a singular tear from his eye. “Not a clue, but kriff, am I going to enjoy telling him.”
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possiblyreallyme · 2 months ago
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Kinktober day 5: face sitting with Rosinante
warning: oral (female receiving), service dom rosinante, multiple orgasms mentioned, brief lack of oxygen.
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Rosinante lapped like a man starved of life, like he wouldn't taste the fresh slick smearing along his lips and coating his flicking tongue for months. Like he laid back on his very deathbed as he wrote out his will on your folds— sprawled in a manspread on his back, silk sheets tussled and mattress creaking with every desperate buck of his hips into the air.
The thighs encasing his head clamped around his ears and nearly muffled the sound of the whine above him when he gave a sharp suck to the puffy clit against his upper lip, making quick work to focus all his attention on that perfect little spot to make you shudder once more.
"Rosi," You keened, back tingling with the shivers and sparks he sent up your spine with as much ease as it took to get you aroused; damn near no effort, it seemed. Though you knew the man shaking below you was giving his best— anything less that would be simply heinous in his eyes. You deserved only the best.
He has mastered the art of eating you out the same way he had perfected his ability to get you rubbing those pretty thighs together under the table at dinner with his brother, desperate for the slight friction the seam of your pants provided each time you would rock into them to rub your clit. He had worked hard for this, to get you to be putty above him, though he knew you were still in control no matter how lost you were— one little tug of his hair, and he'd be crying for you in a moment's notice.
Rosinante hummed in response to show you he had heard your call of his name, letting the noise rattle through his chest and send you going cross-eyed when the vibrations rolled off his tongue as he fucked the muscle into you, in a similar way his cock would drag against your walls after long nights of nothing but panting and bodies sliding against each other in a mess of sweat, slick and cum.
His deep baritone had caught you off guard when he first revealed his voice to you, really— not just because he could talk in the first place, but because such a low tone didn't suit the man you'd gotten used to and come to love. Though now that voice could practically make you cum your pants when he'd use it to husk in your ear in the morning, or whine like a damn dog at your feet when he was given the pleasure to untie your shoes.
You demanded him to stop in a breathless grunt, knowing it was barely audible over the sound of your squelching cunt and his heavy breathes. Your hand twisted in his soft hair, flexing slightly against his head as your pants sped up a bit in a fruitless attempt to catch the breath he had stolen from you.
The saddened whine vibrated through your hips when he hummed it into your folds, tightening the grip he held on your thighs while he tilted his glimmering chin back a bit, pressing his face into the fire he had ignited in your core.
He knows you've already cum three times. He knows you're getting sensitive. But you're not too sensitive yet, so why not just keep going until you can't anymore? He also knows that he's being greedy, but the taste of your arousal has him far too drunk to care, with all the smells circling his head like the smoke of his usual cigarette and your pretty cunt smeared red with his lipstick.
"Please, little one, just give me a few more," But he said that last time, and the time before that, and you don't trust him with your pussy when his eyes were so glazed over that he clearly couldn't see straight, and the lack of oxygen was starting to get concerning.
But he doesn't care, and you shouldn't either, but he knows you're too sweet not to be worried. He's a marine, he assures you. He's gone so much longer without air, but you both know that's a lie.
You can't even express your concern before he's already pulled you back down, sick of how you hovered over his face with his dripping treat dangling just above his lips, lapping at you all over again to pull yet another climax from your abused core.
"You can do it, little girl, c'mon," You really are an angel for not punching at chest or swatting his hands away from your thighs, and he knows it very well, so he presses a few fluttering kisses against your clit to ease you up again.
He's talking with his mouth full, making your face even hotter than before when his words finally registered in your mind after translating all the slurred mumbles and gross, wet noises his lips make.
"You can cum again, can't you? You taste too good for me to stop, you know, please don't make me."
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omega-e123 · 4 months ago
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Aftermath of this. Shadow’s prequel here
Immediately you hauled your ass home after the incident. What have you done?! Okay, back up. Somehow you caught Shadow off guard. Somehow you kissed the ultimate life form. Smooched! Pecked!
Then he disappeared. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? This was a breach of personal space! But it also felt like he was returning the gesture. No, you must have been imagining it.
The awkward situation has you pulling on your hair in distress.. There is no way you could face him now. Flee the country. Change your name.
You hug the flowers close to your heart. At least.. he was thinking of you. If only you didn’t pull that move, maybe things could have slightly gone back to the way things were. It’s too late.
After being placed in a vase, your eyes study each and every individual flower. How you wish you could thank him for them. These particular flowers feel awfully familiar.. You can’t place your finger on it but it’s on the tip of your tongue.
In order to relax and calm your mind, you decided to take a long nap. Hopefully when you wake up, it was all just a dream. Climbing into bed, you bury yourself under the blankets and silence your phone. Sleep over takes you in an instant.
The sound of your doorbell ringing over and over pulls you from your slumber. It felt as though you slept a thousand years. When you pick up your phone to check it, it flash bangs you in the dark of the room. It was the middle of the night.
Your doorbell stopped ringing on your way over to the front door. You rub your eyes as you answer it, ready to give whoever was there or even the empty air a good yelling.
It opens and is slammed shut right after. What is he doing here? The day definitely was not a dream.
He bangs on the wood, “Open up.” An exasperated sigh leaves you. This guy is not going to give up. If Shadow really wanted to, he could have chaos controlled into your home by now.
You open the door just a crack, enough to see him. He’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Locking eyes, he shifts his gaze away. After moving the door further open, he says, “Walk with me.”
While you rush to put on your shoes, Shadow is waiting patiently and watching your every move. Strange. You expected him to have left you behind to catch up.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾
On the way to the park, it was filled with awkward silence. Not a single cough, squeak, or word between the two of you. Night air cools your burning cheeks while walking side by side. Eventually you both spot a bench to rest at, overseeing the wide grassy area. The sky ever clear as the stars above twinkle.
Shadow allows you to sit first before taking a seat right next to you. Leaning forward, his fingers intertwine, opting to stare at them rather than you. Likewise, you pick a random tree to observe.
“I’m,” he pauses, unsure where to begin, “sorry I left without a word. These kinds of things, I’m not good at.”
“I thought you’d hate me after doing something like that to you,” you reply in the softest whisper. A wry smile appears on your face.
His head snaps up to look at you. Eyes widen in shock. He instantly protests, “No, I could never!” Placing a hand over his chest, he continues speaking, “I wouldn’t— couldn’t lose another person dear to me.”
Your breath hitches. You did hear that clearly right? Shadow considered you dear to him? Important?
You can feel his intense gaze on you. At the moment, you don’t have the courage to look him in the eye. “That’s.. a relief to hear. I also need to apologize.”
“For?”
“Avoiding you for so long and making you worry. You really didn’t do anything wrong, Shad. I let my feelings for you get in the way”
“Hmph. Consider it accepted once you realize what a fool you’ve been,” he says plainly. There was no bite in his words, rather a hint of playfulness.
What? You turn to him, absolutely astonished, “I’m sorry?”
Shadow leans against the back of the bench, arm over it. His other palm covering his face. He groans, “So you really haven’t noticed. Looks like I owe that damn bat fifty bucks.” His hand drags down to cover his mouth, “I noticed so many people eyeing you. A disgusting feeling constantly clung to my chest. Instinctively I kept myself physically closer to you. When I asked Rouge about it, that’s when...” Shadow trails off, not wanting to elaborate further.
So this whole time… You two were pining for each other, completely clueless that the feelings were mutual. The thought of it forced a laugh out.
“What’s so funny?”
“That’s why you had such a stink face glaring off in the distance!”
An exhausted sigh was his only response.
It feels a bit mean, but you couldn’t help but smile. You take a moment to look up at the stars. All of the tension dissipates into the air. How beautiful… Sort of reminds you of— ah! That’s why the flowers were so familiar. They’re the same ones at that field you and Shadow gazed at. He remembered. How thoughtful of him. You didn’t take him the type. Goes to show how much this whole ordeal flew over both of your heads.
Now that the air has been cleared, what next?
“Hey Shadow?”
“Mm.”
“You said you haven’t had much experience,” you begin.”
“Correct.”
You reach out to hold his hand before laying your head on his shoulder. “Can the ultimate life form handle a date?”
He gazes down at you, thinking about his next words: “If it’s with you, I have no doubt.”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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March can be easily flustered...
...If he was aware that the things that he did or were done to him were to be taken as gestures of affection, whether it be platonic or romantic.
There was a method to his madness. Simplicity in logic was to be preferred over convoluted solutions and discussions. The most direct course of action to reach perfection, even when that particular avenue could be misconstrued into something else.
But he couldn't always see it.
When you pointed out that he was being sweet when he gave you that hoe (after fully insulting you, please do not forget) knowing full well how much pride he has on his work, how much blood and sweat he spent on meticulously crafting it to the best it could be, he was a blubbering mess.
He was sober that time so he had the mind to throw you out of the shop with a rather hasty slam to the door, leaving you cackling loud enough for him to hear from inside the blacksmith (loud enough, mind you, to wake up Olric from wherever the hell he was taking a nap).
That one moment you told him that you found it sweet that he took the time to teach you on how to use his forge (with the thickly veiled threat that he will break your arms if you so much as damage his equipment. Don't worry, you threatened to shove his sorry ass into the fire if he ever tried. Both of you had to pull Olric away from the forge because he would have actually fallen into it after laughing so much at the both of you), you were sure he was gonna have a stroke.
When you heard him mention at the Saturday market that he liked hot chocolate, he banged his shin into the stall accidentally when he saw that you bought him a cup (he did accuse you of bribing Darcy to poison it, though. Little shit had the gall to slap your hand away like a greedy little gremlin when you tried to take it back. Both of you were bickering so much that the poor cup of hot chocolate had to be saved by Olric lest it get spilled).
Little instances led you to believe that the man was just a blubbering mess of nerves and embarrassment whenever he ever gets associated with being sweet.
But then there was that time when he took your hand into his, examined every digit, ever crevice, every scratch, every contusion with such intimate concentration that you thought your heart would fail from beating so fast (you didn't even hear him lecture you about being a dumbass in the mines again while he bandaged you, so congratulations on that little victory).
There was that time where you injured your hand (again) and was unable to properly eat your meal. Josephine offered to help you but the gremlin of a man already took it upon himself to feed you himself, all the while continuing the lecture that he started two days before (don't worry, you were much too focused on his very close proximity to you and not choking on the food that you didn't have the mental capacity to process whatever the fuck he was saying).
And then there was that time, one horrible autumn morning, that that fake redhead came barreling towards you, come to a full stop, and rather abruptly press his forehead into yours. You felt yourself short circuit for a moment, hyper aware of the fact that he smelled like nice cinnamon chocolate, both his warm, calloused hands gently pressed at your shoulders to keep you steady, that you didn't even realize that he was berating you for sporting a fever after overworking yourself for the nth time this season (not even when he hauled your ass up his shoulders and dumped you at the clinic himself. Valen wasn't sure if she was impressed or horrified).
None of these changes the fact that he was a wuss at being given compliments. But maybe, just maybe, he was also too dense at being able to pick up on the way his method of care ripped your heart into a torrent of emotion, turning you into the blushing, heart clutching disaster that you often thought of him as. And yeah, maybe you were a little lovestruck. Him too, possibly. Probably. Who the fuck knows. Neither of you surely don't.
(And between you and me, you wouldn't have it any other way.)
(You still hope the son of a bitch kisses you sometime soon, though.)
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So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if you’d like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when he’ll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed… nobody got their money) 😋😋
Also, when i saw the notification “@cashmoneyyysstuff started following you” i have never hit a follow back button so fast 😭🫶
Remember you’re amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved ❤️
bet on it, bet on it !!
there's definitely something going on between you two, and your classmates are determined to figure out when it'll finally happen
a/n: WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT(yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))
fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !
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for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.
deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)
or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.
deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)
and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.
as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.
and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.
"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"
"mhm. definitely."
"yup."
"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.
okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.
kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"
"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.
"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about
"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"
you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.
you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.
izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.
izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.
"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"
"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?—it was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.
both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"
kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.
"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.
"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..but—cute." she said.
"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.
"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.
"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.
mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "
" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.
" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."
ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.
denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.
"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.
"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama
" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.
"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.
"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines
"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.
jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.
" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.
"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.
needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.
"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.
"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.
meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.
katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.
"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.
"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.
"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.
"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !""
god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.
and unfortunately still is.
you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.
"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think you’re plenty fun to be around"
katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.
you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.
he's such a whipped loser.
he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.
"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.
you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.
you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.
"i take it back actually" you start " you're super cool to be around,kacchan " you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his face—
" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"
you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.
"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !— i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.
"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"
at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-
" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face
"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.
you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.
"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"
" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "
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Katsuki and you dated a few years ago. You broke up because he just wasn’t there enough. Little did you know you’d run into the man you’d never stoped loving 3years later.
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You own a little cafe now, you opened it after you finished school. It’s your pride and joy plus the community loves it. You’ve had a few pro hero’s stop by but you never expect him to walk in. It was like every other day taking orders and making them. You never expected your ex boyfriend to walk in though. When you come back from the kitchen with someone’s order about to call it, the surprise on your face but remembering you have to be professional. You call the order and step up to the counter.
“What can I get you today dynamite?” You ask with a small smile.
“Don’t act like you don’t fuc’in know me.” He says back a little harsh.
“You’re right, Hi Katsuki what can I get you?” You try again.
“Didn’t come here for food. Came to talk.” He says like it’s obvious.
“I’m sorry we close in like 30 minutes we can talk then alright?” i say softly.
“S’fine, gonna sit down somewhere.” He says walking away to go sit down at one of the small tables. I’m completely shocked he’s here but I take the next order and make it. I continue that cycle til we close. I walk over to his table and sit down once the doors are locked.
“What’d you want to talk about?” I ask quietly.
“Heard you opened this place. Been flirtn with red?” He asks bluntly.
“Ah no he comes in sometimes and we joke but nothing more. Yeah I did open this all on my own.” I say smiling.
“S’nice.” He says.
“Is that all you wanted to ask?” I ask gently.
“Let me try again.” He mumbles to me.
“Try again?” I ask.
“Wanna be a better boyfriend. Wanna treat you right.” He says and I just stare at him.
“Do you even have the time to treat me right?” I ask looking down and fidgeting with my hands.
“Do now. Didn’t before and let you go and I shouldn’t have.” He says looking like he’s pleading with his eyes.
“You’re a jerk, because i still love you and we both know that. So I’m not gonna say no. I’m gonna let you try again. Just please let me take care of you this time. Please take care of me to.” I say feeling tears well up.
“If I didn’t love you still we wouldn’t fuck’n be here.” He says bluntly.
“M’gonna take you on a nice date okay?” He says looking at me and swiping away one of my tears when it falls.
“Okay. I’d love that.” I say smiling softly.
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ddollfface · 5 months ago
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞
Being The Daughter of The Orgre Is Difficult, Especially When It Comes to Dating.
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It was a struggle, dating that is. Throughout your life, there’s always been something that causes boys to run away from you, both literally and figuratively. Though the actual running died off as you got older, instead, they’d just look you up and down and chuckle, whispering something to their friends before walking off. During those times, you wished they’d just run away screaming their heads off, that way they wouldn’t bruise your ego with harsh words and nasty stares. 
This wasn’t that big of a deal, at least when you were young. In your early years, you were far more concerned wondering what your mama was going to cook for dinner, or how far you’d make it on the monkey bars (you always did all of them, no question about it), so you didn’t really recognize this aversion boys had for you. If you did, then you just didn’t care. The idea of romance was clearly not on your mind as a seven-year-old. 
But, just like most girls, you grew up. Your body began to change and morph into that of a woman, albeit an awkward one, but a woman nonetheless. You were getting older, changing, and noticing how society viewed you differently, not just because you were a woman, but because you were… well… you. 
Of course, being a girl in this world put you in an interesting position, seeing how society had certain expectations of you, even though you were still so young and oh-so dumb. How can one expect someone so young, who hasn’t even lived for two decades, to know if she wants to birth a whole human? Let alone have more than one! The judgments didn’t stop there. There were constant stares, constant whisperings, and rumors going around that you weren’t a girl, instead, you were some old man disguised as a girl because there was no way a girl could ever look like that. Because there was no way a girl could ever carry that much, or run that fast, or act like that.
There was no way that you were a girl.
And so, not only did boys avoid you, but so did girls. Most people deemed you to be weird, abnormal, and frankly a little scary. The way you were framed, carried yourself, and looked was just too odd not to stare, not to gawk, and not to talk about. You were just so strong, so capable of crushing a bone to dust, and everyone knew.
Everyone knew that you were strong, not just by looks, but from personal experiences. You excelled in the physical arena and somewhat advanced in academics as well, but you really stood out on the court, field, or really anywhere where physical strength and agility were required. Even without thinking, you were capable of so much, so much more than everyone combined. You didn’t need to do anything, simply flicking a baseball would send it further than any major league ever has, or kicking a soccer ball into the atmosphere with a flick of your ankle. Yeah… your teacher knew that whenever you were put into a game, he wasn’t going to get a ball back, so you weren’t. 
Simple as that, you weren’t allowed to do anything, too harsh, too strong for everyone else. Your teachers knew it, your classmates knew it, and you knew it.
So naturally you were a repellent when it came to dating, not that you’re interested or anything. For sure, you’ve never thought of holding a boy's hand, or running your fingers through their hair while they rested on your muscular thighs, or going out to eat together, or going to the movies, or- 
Okay, maybe you’ve thought about it… but that’s normal! Everyone, at some point, wishes for some type of intimacy, right? Was it wrong that you wanted a boyfriend? 
No, it wasn’t, so when the foreign exchange student’s eyes met yours, you were a lost cause. At that moment, when he first walked into the room, taller than the average man, seemingly calm but a little lost, you were a goner. You were not obsessed, but extremely attracted to him. He was so different, and he didn’t know anything about your feats in strength, or how you may have broken an arm or two when you were younger…
He was your fresh start, your chance of having some normalcy throughout your chaotic life of training and searching for victory over it. Ah, right… You forget about it sometimes, how it’s stare seemingly never leaves, always observing, watching, and calculating. At certain times, you feel as if you’re on TV or something, as if you’re about to be PUNK’D. It never happens though... At this point, you’ve gotten used to it, accepting it, and now searching for it. 
Throughout your life, this thing, creature, man, or government has always watched over you, leaving you some money to pay the month’s expenses, keeping food on your table, and seemingly encouraging you to buy some heavier weights, which you ignore. Rather than the occasional envelope with cash on your doorstep or maybe the occasional fighter sent your way, who you suspected was sent by this thing, there was no contact between you and this creature. You didn’t know it’s name, why it’s doing this, or how it knows you. And it’s always been that way, and you’ve accepted it in your life, deeming that you’d crush it anyway. You never thought it’d ever reach out to you.
And let’s just say you were in shock when you were given a note, a piece of paper lying on your dingy, kitchen table. Though it was just a piece of paper, it was so intimidating, so threatening that you couldn’t help but lose your breath at the sight of it. It’s not that you’re scared of paper, but instead, what was written on it.
After seventeen years, what could it possibly have to say? Almost in the blink of an eye, you were standing over the paper. It was fancy, you noted, picking it up as you examined it, not even reading it. It was quality paper, as much quality paper can be, and it had a little emblem in the corner. That piqued your interest, getting closer you gasped, throwing the paper onto the table. 
Why the hell is the 5-7 Paulownia seal on this stupid paper? Picking the paper back up, you let your finger graze over the seal, solidifying that it was in fact the seal of the Japanese government. With a sigh, you decided to read the paper, trying to ignore that whatever has been watching you has some type of power in the government, especially if they have access to this type of material.
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Stop with this girly bullshit. You’re a Hanma, you don’t settle, so quit it with that blondie and get used to it. Y.H.
Huh? Who knew such few words could cause so much turmoil? After all these years, this is the most you’ve ever heard from this thing, who may or may not be a government official, and happens to be an asshole as well. You couldn’t help but clench your jaw, crumbling up the paper as you threw it into the trash, not thinking twice. Grumbling under your breath, you rolled your eyes, deciding to cook some dinner. 
Who was this guy, and you assume it’s a guy because no woman would say that type of shit, to order you around as if he’s your dad?
Hanma, you think to yourself, sitting down with a bowl of soba in front of you, Pretty sure that’s the name of that one fighter… You looked up in thought, stirring the noodles mindlessly, feeling as if there was more to the thought, but you didn't get to finish it.
Knock 
Great, who could that be? To your surprise, and your heart's demise, you’re met with the so-called “blondie.” You smile, feeling yourself go weak in the knees as you looked him, creating some small chit-chat, feeling time fly quickly. And you almost cry when he asks you out, questioning your sanity when he tucks some hair behind your ear before walking away. You can’t even remember what he said anymore, was it the aquarium? Or was it the park? You, honestly, don’t care, just too giddy to express a coherent thought. 
The note no longer on your mind once you sat down, smiling at the bowl, mindlessly stirring as you sighed. For the first time ever, you finally have a shot with someone, someone who doesn’t care about how strong you are, how you look, or how others think about you. He doesn’t care if you’re taller, stronger, and could honestly beat his ass, he likes you.
So caught up in your thoughts, that you completely miss the dark aura looming through the window. A man with crimson hair, flowing down his back, and twirling through the wind as his bloodlust seeps throughout the city. His smile taut as he clenched his jaw, watching from afar as his kin wandered down the wrong path, not even paying any mind to his warnings, his cautions. Brown eyes trailed the figure of a giddy blonde, who pumped his fist in the air, too happy to acknowledge any peering eyes. 
With a sigh, the monster of a man followed after the stupid schoolboy. If no one was going to listen to him, then he’d just have to take action, wouldn’t he? After all, what kind of father would he be if he let his only daughter mingle with such pests who couldn’t even bruise her pinkie finger? 
What a stupid girl, He thinks as the breaking of bones and squealing gets lost in empty air, a disappointed frown seeping into his features.
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aizawas-dryeye · 4 months ago
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➭ravenous (satosugu x reader)**
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content: polycule, threesomes, reader has a vagina but gender neutral pronouns, dom!gojo, switch!geto, switch(ish)!reader, multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal sex, spitroasting, oral (p and v), throat fucking, cum eating/swapping, cum as lube, top!gojo, bottom!geto, creampies, overstimulation, train choo choo, petnames (baby, lovey/love, slut literally once), author is ovulating
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ko-fi
!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
i was gonna post this tomorrow morning but im nice
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This is how you die, you're sure of it. After a painfully long month without seeing your two boys, they waste absolutely no time pawing at your clothes and dragging you to bed when you finally walk through the front door. And they must be in a mood with how rough and punishing they are, as Gojo drills his long, pink cock in and out of your hole, seemingly with the intention of fucking into your cervix. Unlike Geto, who made sure to pull you to the edge of the bed prior so your head hung off before gripping your neck and pushing his cock past your lips slowly.
There is truly nothing you can do, or say, or even think at this point as the two ravage you, filling up your greedy little holes to the point where the only thing you can do is listen to the glorious sound of the two men moaning in unison. Every now and then the noise will muffle, only to be replaced with the slick sound of lips slotting together in a desperate kiss. Your cunt clenches with envy, unable to watch the way Gojo is inevitably pulling at Geto's long hair at the root, and how the latter's eyes are no doubtably rolled back.
Gojo is the first to pull away, panting against his lovers lips as his hips stutter against your ass. "Fuck, baby," he groans, pushing your thighs up further to spread you wider. You moan around Geto's cock when Gojo lands a few playful slaps on your clit with his finger tips, making the other squeeze your throat even tighter before relenting.
Gojo scoffs. "Y'too nice," he says, his voice all playful and gravelly. "Sluts like this enjoy suffocating. Fuck into their mouth a little deeper, hm? Good boy. If you c'mere I'll kiss that pretty neck of yours." He talks about you like you're not even there, like he's doing nothing but teaching his boyfriend how to use a throat, and it makes your insides throb.
Those words alone are enough to make Geto fuck into your mouth like it's a pussy, whining as he nearly throws himself over you to cling onto Gojo, who makes good on his promise and sinks his teeth into his neck. "A-ah, Sato! S'good, they feel so good," Geto whines, barely able to get his words out through loud moaning. Your hands uselessly grab at his hips, begging with a mouthful of cock for him to slow down, but the bruising soreness in the back of your throat has your head going all fuzzy.
Especially when his moans start getting breathier, and his thrusts sloppier. He pulls away from the other man and braces his hands against your shoulders, unnecessarily pinning you even more. "Ah-haah, aah! F-fuck! Cumming..!"
You feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, almost soothing the soreness like warm honey. Before you can even think about swallowing around Geto's twitching cock, Gojo slaps your clit again, effectively grabbing your attention and forcing out a pained little whine. "Keep sucking him off, lovey. And don't swallow yet, got it?" he growls, fucking into you slower, deeper, wanting to drag this out as much as possible.
The way Geto gasps, nearly choking as you grip his hips to keep him from pulling away makes Gojo's cock twitch. His balls tighten and with the way your cunt is milking him, he can tell you're close too. Perfect. Gritting his teeth, he lets his cock slip out of you knowing how you'll whine, before crawling up your body to straddle your stomach. "O-oh, fuck... Wha's the matter Sugu? Too— hng— too much?" his voice pitches up when he runs a tight fist over his cock, eyes trained on the way your throat begins to bulge as Geto gets hard again, despite the sharp zaps of overstimulation that run down his spine.
It's a wonder how you haven't managed to swallow any of the thick cum in your mouth. Not that anyone would notice if you did with the way Geto's tip leaks like a damn faucet. His thrusts are shallower than before, but still maintain a desperate pace as he moans your name like a prayer. You feel him try to pull his hips away, but Gojo is faster. His free hand shoots out to grab his hip, forcing him back down your throat.
"Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum down their throat again? Already? It's that good, huh?" he moans, fucking into his fist now, feeling his orgasm bubble up like lava in the pit of his stomach. So deliciously hot he can't help but throw his head back, cerulean eyes pinched closed as his balls seize and his cock kicks as he orgasms, coating your chest and chin in ropes of hot, sticky cum. "O-oh, fuck fuck fuck! So fuckin' hot. My babies."
Geto hiccups, his pretty face beet red as his hips falter. He's so lost in the pleasure that his brain nearly short circuits when Gojo pushes him out of the sweet, plush warmth of your throat. Babbling pleas fill the stuffy bedroom even as Gojo manhandles him onto the bed, face down ass up like he likes. Geto's cock hangs, heavy and pulsing, between his legs as he looks back with lust-clouded eyes.
Gojo turns his attention back to you, grabs you by the cheeks and helps you sit up. His lips are on yours in a second, tongue seeking the delicious mix of spit and cum you so diligently kept in your cheeks. He all but scoops it from your mouth with his tongue, moaning lewdly at the taste. It truly takes everything for you to pull away, too worked up over pushing and pulling Geto's cum throughout your mouths as Gojo pants, groping at every inch of your exposed skin. You only do when Geto groans, staring at the two of you over his shoulder as you make a mess of each other. Glancing down, you see his long fingers are curled around his cock, stroking himself with a shaky rhythm.
You smirk and grab Gojo's cheeks to turn his face towards the raven haired man and his eyes light up. With a teasing pout, Gojo crawls toward his boyfriend and spits warm, frothy cum on his hole. "C'mere babe," he purrs, roughly pulling Geto down the bed so there's ample room for you to lay beneath him. You do just that when Gojo pats your bottom playfully; you lay so Geto's face is inches from your cunt. His eyes flutter shut with a husky moan when you buck your hips up, needing his touch.
"Looks like that pussy missed you, huh Sugu?" Gojo says, rubbing his middle finger around the other man's slippery hole. Fuck, he can already slip it in, but he resists, only lets his fingertip trace around the wet rim, watching it clench around nothing. "Give it a kiss for me, baby. Look, it's beggin' for you."
You squeal when Geto leans forward, near growling as he laves his tongue over your clit. He keeps your thighs pinned down with his arms as he moans into your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it. Like your pleasure itself is his life source. Even when he speaks— or tries to speak, not that he's totally successful when Gojo finally eases a finger into his hole— he's talking right against your cunt so you feel every vibration and breath. "They taste so good. Can taste you too, Sato," he says, voice hitching up when the albino man behind him gently fucks him with his finger.
Gojo grins, cock already hardening again as he watches Geto devour your cunt. It certainly doesn't help at Geto is fucking himself on his finger now, working himself up before the real fun can even begin.
"Don't tell me, tell them, baby," Gojo says, inching another long finger into Geto's ass. Geto sobs against your cunt, panting and babbling against the slick mess about how delicious, how divine, you taste. Always a drama queen, but you won't ever deny that his desperation doesn't make you soaking wet.
You feel him choke on a gasp when Gojo fucks a third and final finger into his ass, curling and pumping them lazily, just to open him up. He's sure to avoid Geto's sweet spot— he's an absolute nightmare to stop from cumming when he's like this.
When Geto sucks your clit into his mouth it's like fireworks go off in your stomach, and you're once again hurtling off the edge of an orgasm. You whine out stuttered little apologies, poor pussy spasming around nothing while Geto works you through it, licking your cunt in satisfied strokes. Gojo tuts down at you and pulls his fingers from his boyfriend's ass before smushing the tip of his cock against it to keep him quiet.
"Don't got to apologize, lovey," he says and you swear you see little hearts in his eyes. Like the sight of his lovers getting each other off fills his chest with pride. Pushing just a little, the head of his dick pops past Geto's ass, and he shushes his surprised whimper before speaking again. "Sugu was such a good boy, right? That's why 'm gonna reward you, baby. Why don't you get that cuties pussy ready for your cock, hm?"
Not that you needed to be prepped after having your hole fucked and licked open, Gojo just likes to be a tease. Nonetheless, Geto is quick to listen, easily shoves two thick fingers into your cunt and bullies your sweet spot. You squeal and reach out to shove his head away when he latches back onto your over sensitive clit, but he's fast too and easily snatches your wrists and pins them to your tummy.
"S-Sugu! Baby, slow down!" you yelp. It's like he's getting revenge for you overstimulating him earlier, and you honestly can't blame him, it's hot as hell. It only gets better when Gojo finally bottoms out and his hand comes down on Geto's neck to push him deeper into your cunt.
The two men moan together when Gojo gives a gentle thrust. Gentle for now anyways. "Oh, fuck baby," he groans, tossing his head back and tightening his grip on Geto's neck ever so slightly. "Fuck baby. You gonna take his cock? So I can make him fuck you till you cum?"
His hips gain traction with every filthy word spilling from his mouth. Satoru Gojo is a talker through and through, it doesn't matter the situation, time, or place. He loves to hear himself speak, and luckily for him, you and Geto tolerate it. You'd never say it out loud, but you both love it.
Geto whimpers with your clit in his mouth like a pacifier when Gojo nails his prostate over, and over, and over. He tries to keep steady, wants to eat your pussy like you deserve, but Gojo's thrusts push his body up the bed. His incessant whining doesn't help either.
Eventually he whines in defeat and detaches himself from your cunt, only to grip you by the hips and drag you further beneath him. So his warm, throbbing cock is pressed snuggly between your lips. Quickly, like he can't help himself in this state, he lets his cockhead catch on your hole before forcing it deeper.
The way he stretches your oversensitive walls makes your thighs tremble in his grip. He's slightly thicker than Gojo and you can feel each inch he pushes into you like electricity. A couple seconds of uncoordinated and desperate thrusts before the two fall into an easy pace. Every time Gojo drives his hips forward, it pushes Geto deeper into your cunt, nudging right against the spot that drives you crazy.
"Ggh—! You're tight, love. Shit!"
Gojo hums and leans over Geto's back so he can purr against his ear. "Mhm, you know all about that, don't you Sugu~?" He slaps the other man's ass with his free hand, and relishes the way it jiggles and makes Geto tighten up. It makes the cock inside you twitch heavenly, pushing right against your womb as Gojo uses him to fuck you.
He turns his attention to you, gripping your face with his long, slender fingers. "S'he feel good, love?" he asks. You're being forced to nod before you can even think to respond, because Gojo knows. His six eyes can easily detect the way you grip at the sheets and tremble beneath the two. Like you don't know what to do with your body when they get you like this.
Gojo moves his hands under your knees and uses you as leverage so he can hover over Geto and hammer into him harder, subsequently fucking you harder. This angle has Geto’s cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust until you see stars.
“S-Sato! Sugu! W-wait, wait— ah! I can’t!” Your eyes are blurry with tears now, but you do catch the way Gojo whispers something in your boyfriend’s ear. Then, Geto’s thumb presses against your clit and you nearly scream. Your back arches (as much as it can beneath the weight of two men) off the bed as your sudden orgasm runs through your body like electricity. Gojo holds you steady while he picks up the pace, working Geto’s body like a little fleshlight while he utters praise to the two of you. You’re not even sure the latter can form words at this point, not when your seizing cunt is clamping down around his dick and his ass is speared open. Best he can do is arch down and latch onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin through a staccato of moaning.
“Fuck fuck fuck, lovey, you’re so sexy. Both of you— shit! So fuckin’ sexy, yeah,” Gojo pants, digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Sweat drips down the valleys and curves of his toned torso, giving an almost sparkling, angelic look about him. Though, that could be the tears in your eyes.
You dare to glance down when Geto kisses down your chest so he can latch onto your nipple. His face is spread with an almost berry colored blush, also glistening with sweat, and his long hair frames his face in sweaty clumps. Oh fuck, you would cum again if your body didn’t feel like it was burning from the inside out.
“Haah, gettin’ tight,” Gojo grits out, giving Geto another slap on the ass. “Know you’re c-close, baby, don’t gotta hold it. Fuck, I’ve been on edge for like, ages. C’mon baby, cum with me.” His voice is utterly fucked at this point, all shaky and whiny, desperate to feel his partner milk his cock. Desperate to breed him more like, but Gojo keeps that to himself.
One, two more deep thrusts and Geto gasps out ‘Cumming! Cumming!’ before the two are moaning, shuddering messes.
Geto growls when he cums and gently bites at your nipple just so you grab his hair to yank him back. Unsurprisingly, Gojo on the other hand is the louder of the two. Always tossing his head back and keening in the back of his throat whenever he empties his balls. The contrast is cute and normally makes you smile, but your fucked out brain can barely even register the crushing weight when your boyfriends relax on top of you.
There’s a brief moment where all three of you catch your breath and slowly start to come back into your bodies that’s always pleasantly delightful after sex. Like you’re passing endorphins and dopamine between each other through skin to skin contact; your fingers in Geto’s hair, Gojo gently stroking your skin. If this isn’t heaven then you never want to die.
Geto is the first to move, raising up a little on shaky arms and Gojo follows suit. Hissing ensues when his cock slips out of you, and then Gojo’s out of him, but the two quickly find their places by your sides and snuggle up. Gojo even situates the blankets around you, not that you needed the warmth after that, always making sure to tuck his babies in.
You take turns giving each other little lighthearted kisses before your head hits the pillow. You know for a fact that your body will ache like nobody’s business tomorrow, but luckily you have two strong boys to massage you all over. Even if they act like ravenous beasts every once in a while, you know you have them wrapped around your fingers like a pretty set of wedding bands. Which doesn’t sound too bad at all.
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hakusins · 8 months ago
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cw // cursing, foul language, ooc?
doing whatever it takes to survive ~
whitney x eri (my pc) for @digenerate-trash's apocalypse/forgotten AU. thank you for making such a fun AU idea !!! so the story is that eri is pregnant with kids and originally was from robin's faction, though there had been incidents that occurred to some other pregnant members of robin's faction and she decided it's not safe there anymore and needed to move to whitney's faction.
small note: i made the first two panels when the AU was still just a suggestion HBJERFBHJERF so there's a lot of inconsistencies, such as them being outside when thats supposed to be dangerous 🥹! just pretend they're in a room safe and away from windows.
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