#i'll tell you when you degrade people for no reason you will be alone. you don't want to be alone especially if you're a minority

[gyaruhana]

pls write for thanos with hatefucking… like that man has that potential after seeing how he talks to the other contestants

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking

Synopsis: You and Thanos hate each other and, no matter how many death threats he sends your way, you never listen. So he decides that, if threats don't work, maybe you need to be fucked instead.

A/N: wrote this in like two hours max so it may not be the best but I tried anyway !! I love Thanos so much and hatefuck with him has me thirstyy

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, blowjob, degradation, thanos is a little meanie and you're sassy

If there was one thing that could be said for sure about Thanos, it's that he was a total fucking dickhead. 

From the very first game you played in this hellhole, he had been nothing but a problem. He skipped around like he owned the place and had no problem with sacrificing a few people. Not to mention, he was loud. So annoyingly loud. 

Unfortunately for you, he seemed to really hate you too. Maybe it was the fact you kept glaring at him like he did something or the way you'd make some sort of sarcastic comment every time he spoke. Whatever the reason, the feeling was mutual. He hated you. You hated him. That was the end of it.

Well, it should've been. 

As if some divine being took joy in your pain, Thanos walked up to you while you were alone with an angry look - clearly having something to say to you. You could guess he was going to try to threaten you into choosing to continue the games next vote since you had chosen not to.

“Yo. It'd be in your best interest to choose the blue button. It's really pissing me off when you keep pressing that red x button every time,” he spoke as he looked down at you from where you sat.

“Or what?” You say as you stand up and look at him with disdain. You weren't about to let this idiot try to scare you into doing what he wants. You weren't his slave. “Or I'll fucking kill you,” he says as he steps closer with a look that seemed like he meant it. Honestly, you didn't doubt that he was telling the truth. He's been killing people since the first game and it certainly won't be any different for you.

“Ooh, scary,” you say sarcastically before pushing past him. You didn't get far before he grabbed your wrist and turned you around, pulling you close to him. “You don't think I'll do it? Cause you'd be wrong,” he says as he looks at you dead in the eyes. You harshly pulled your wrist away from his grip and gave him a scoff.

“You're too much of a pussy to do shit. The only thing that gives you confidence are those dumb little pills you take,” you say as you look at him, challenging him to say something else.

It was quiet as you two just stared at each other, both silently praying for the other's death. He lets out an annoyed huff before finally breaking eye contact to look to the side. Without another word, he pushes past you and walks back to the other side of the room where the rest of the people who wanted to continue playing the game were. If that idiot really thought he could sway you, he'd soon learn you aren't swayed by death threats from high dumbasses.

When it came time to vote, you could feel Thanos staring you down. You turned your head to look back at him with an eyebrow raised and he turned his head away. You could see the annoyance all over his face. 

One by one, each player went up and placed their vote. The numbers were quite even and it was hard to tell who'd end up victorious in this vote. When it was Thanos's turn to vote, he made a point of stopping right behind you before he walked down.

“Remember what I said earlier. I'll kill you,” he whispers before walking past and skipping down towards the buttons. He kissed the blue button before walking over to the corresponding side but he was looking straight at you.

You ignored his hard glare and walked down to the buttons. You raised your hand and, no surprise, pressed the red button. You turned to him and flipped him off with a small smirk before walking off to the other side. 

For a moment, you actually thought you'd get away with that because it seemed that more people wanted to leave now. However, that was not the case as the result ended up being a tie.

Great. You were stuck here for longer. You definitely wouldn't be able to avoid Thanos if you were stuck here till tomorrow. He didn't seem to walk up to you immediately. It was like he was waiting for the right time to strike. All he did was stare at you from across the room as if he was formulating the most brutal way to tear you limb by limb. And, wow, he stared at you for a very long time. 

It wasn't until there were 5 minutes before lights out did he come to you. You were all by yourself in a corner and no one seemed to be paying much attention. They were all so busy in their own whispered conversations.

“Hey, it seems you didn't understand me the first time,” he says as he grabs you by your shirt and pushes you against the wall behind you. “I said I'd kill you if you pressed the red button,” he continues as he looks at you with annoyance.

“Go ahead then. Kill me,” you say as you look at him with a small smirk. He might have already killed a few people but you didn't believe he'd have the guts to kill people outside of the games.

He was quiet. All he did was stare. It was as if he was calculating some thoughts. He looked toward the timer on the wall before looking back at you.

“You're fucking unbearable,” he speaks before he's suddenly slamming his lips against yours. You didn't expect this move. You expected him to stab you or choke you - not kiss you.

You push him away with a glare. You couldn't be kissing this idiot. You hated him and he was fucking stupid. But even with that hate, there was something about the way he kissed you that had you thinking twice.

Fuck, you were doing this. 

You pulled him in by his collar and pressed your lips against his. There was nothing romantic about this kiss. It was pure hate. Just angry, rough kissing as if it would solve anything. His hands were all over your body before they finally decided to settle on your hips with a tight grip. He pulled away before starting to leave kisses along your neck. He wasn't gentle at all. He was biting you as if he wanted to draw blood.

“You're such a fucking bitch. Always acting so smug. I'm gonna shut you the fuck up,” he says as his hand goes to your hair before yanking it back roughly to give him better access to your neck. 

“You're the fucking bitch. Always walking around like you own the place,” you say back and in response he bites your neck hard making you wince slightly at the pain. “watch your fucking mouth,” he spoke as he pulled away and wrapped a hand around your throat. As if on cue, the lights suddenly turned off leaving you two in the dark.

He let out a small laugh as it went dark before he removed the hand on your hip and instead started pulling your pants down. 

“I'm gonna fuck you till you learn you're not in control, I am,” he says before pulling his own pants down. He wasn't going to play nice or take it easy. Not when you hadn't played nice with him. 

“You think you can fuck me into submission? You're way too fucking cocky,” you say with a quiet laugh, finding it amusing how he thought you'd fold once he started fucking you. “We’ll see,” he says, his grip around your throat tightening to shut you up. He pulled his boxers down slightly, enough to let his dick out, before he pushed your panties to the side.

“I'm gonna show you not to fuck with me again,” he whispers into your ear as he lines himself up with your entrance. Without another word, he starts slowly thrusting himself in till he's all the way inside you.

“You're such a fucking whore,” he says as he starts to pull out before thrusting in again with one stroke. He kept a pace of being fast and hard as if trying to make you feel his hate on a spiritual level. 

Well, God you could definitely feel it. He kept leaving aggressive bites all over your neck as he thrust into you. His hand around your neck kept its firm grip, enjoying the way you struggled to breathe. 

He wasn't fucking you for pleasure, he was fucking you to make you learn a lesson. He wanted to make you cum. He wanted to choke you till your vision got blurry. He wanted it to be clear he hated you with every fiber of his being. 

His free hand went down to your clit and he pinched it before rubbing it with a circular motion. He wasn't gentle so it brought a mix of both pain and pleasure. A feeling that brought you closer to the edge of a sweet, sweet release. He could feel you tighten around his cock and it made him let out a groan which turned into a small mocking laugh.

“Fuck, are you- going to cum? Already?” He says mockingly with a smirk. He took pleasure in knowing he could control you like this. Control someone who seemed to hate him. “C'mon, cum on my cock then, whore,” he said before pressing his lips to yours roughly. He forced his tongue into your mouth and he was clearly eager to get you to cum. 

With a slight angle of his hips, he thrusted into just the right spot that had you tipping far over the edge. He let out a groan at the feeling of you coming undone on his cock before he quickly pulled out. 

He released your throat and grabbed your hair instead before forcing you onto your knees. You looked up at him with a glare and he returned it with the corner of his mouth just barely quirked up. “suck my cock so I can come,” he said as he brought his cock closer to your mouth. He really didn't hesitate when you opened your mouth and immediately forced himself in with a groan at the feeling. 

“God.. do you taste yourself on my dick?” He says as he looks down at you. He thrusts into your mouth making you gag and he just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. “You're such a fucking bitch when you talk shit. I like you better like this,” he speaks as he mercilessly thrusts into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

“I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you're gonna swallow, yeah?” He says before throwing his head back with a groan. It didn't take long before you felt his cum run down your throat. He thrusted a little more as he came down from his high before finally pulling out of your mouth. There was drool running down your chin as he pulled his boxers and pants up before kneeling in front of you.

“Swallow my cum,” he orders as he tilts his head at you and waits. You look up at him before turning your head and spitting onto the floor instead. 

“I think I'll pass,” you say as you look up at him once again with a glare. Tension rose between you two again but this time, it was different. Sure, it was hate, but there was undeniably a different punishment waiting instead of an argument.

“Then I guess you haven't learnt your lesson,”

[theprettynosferatu]

How to Masturbate like a Good Toy

We all masturbate. We all enjoy it. It's perfectly natural and something we do because we deserve to feel good.

But not you.

No, you are just a toy for real people, aren't you? Therefore when you play with yourself, you don't do it for yourself. You do it to bring pleasure to others, to enhance the joy of your betters either directly or by training yourself to be a better fuckdoll in the future.

Therefore it is your duty to use your playing time in a way that maximizes your usefulness. But fear not! I'll give you a few pointers on how to break yourself as you should.

1) Setup:

Time to be a good toy? Excellent! Before you fully start ravaging yourself like an animal in heat, you need to set the mood. First you need to choose: will you do it at home or will you do it hidden, in some bathroom, playing with yourself, unable to stop, just a drooling mess touching yourself where you shouldn't?

For this guide, we'll assume you're not being a public whore and you'll be in the privacy of your own home. First, lock the doors. Close the blinds. Make it so the real world is left outside of your bubble of debauchery. You don't need it, and it doesn't need you. All you need is to make others cum, now or later. All you need is your own depravity. Silence your phone if you must. Your only need is to serve by fucking yourself.

Now you need to choose what you'll touch yourself to. Make sure to have multiple tabs open, and wear headphones so the sounds of the worst, most depraved porn you enjoy blasts your brain. Don't be afraid to explore new, more fucked up kinks! Remember: it's your duty to get worse!

All ready? Now, you must inform people that you will be touching yourself, and what filth you'll be enjoying. So write on Tumblr! Your masturbation isn't for you. Give people the chance to imagine you, to see you in their mind as the depraved fucktoy you are. Give them reasons to stop seeing you as a human.

Good! Now you're ready to start!

2) Performance:

Yes, performance. Even if you are alone, you exist to be porn. You exist to be degraded and mindfucked. So imagine, at all times, that a camera is on you, or that you're exposing yourself to your superiors. Your actions must be for yourself and for that imaginary audience- until you can't separate your pleasure from the pleasure you bring to others.

Moan loudly. Talk dirty. Call yourself a useless fucking slut. Revel in your own humiliation. Stick your tongue out. Arch your back. Grind on objects. Drool on yourself. Abandon all dignity. People have dignity. You are not a person. You are a toy. Use every chance to practice being the best toy you can be. Go on your knees, look up and throat a dildo. Let go of any delusions of personhood. Embrace your place as an obedient little doll. Expose your body. Expose your kinks. Babble. Let your mind fade away.

And remember, take the time to tell people online exactly what you're doing. Your alone time is just a chance to be porn!

3) Finishing:

Time to finish! How to do it?

Don't.

You don't get to cum unless told to. You get to edge. To get right there, right at the point of orgasm... and stop. And then, do it again. And again. And again.

Every edge makes you dumber. Every edge makes you more obedient. Every edge makes you more open to suggestion. Every edge makes you a better toy.

And tomorrow you'll do it again. You'll get more and more depraved. Your morals will weaken as the accumulated edges turn you into a mindless humping machine.

And so, day by day, you'll get closer to the perfect fucktoy you were born to be.

Do remember: masturbation isn't for your pleasure! It is your duty. Your calling. Your purpose.

Now get to it. A new you awaits.

Good Toy.

[neteyamkink]

cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭

paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader

warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk

At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?

You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?

One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.

"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.

"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.

"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.

"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.

"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.

"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.

"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.

Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.

Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.

"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.

"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.

"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.

"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.

"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?

"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.

"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.

"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.

You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.

"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.

"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.

Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.

"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.

"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.

"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.

"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.

"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.

“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.

“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.

“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.

“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.

“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.

“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.

“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.

“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.

“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.

“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.

“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.

“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.

“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.

“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.

“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.

“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.

“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

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isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

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That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

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isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

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"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

-

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[derangedanomaly]

Wait since we're asking about kinks now- what are all of the guys and the stars kinks? Do they have any lol? I'm genuinely curious

*rubs my hands together* This one's gonna be a ride. 😈🙏🏻

Nah- without jokes now lol. I need to cleanse myself after this lmao. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANYTHING REGARDING SEX.

TW: NSFW CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Chaos

I can imagine Chaos being a family kinda guy. Like, family probably means A LOT to him, so I can definitely see Chaos having a breeding kink. Something about his partner's belly being full, because he got them pregnant does a lot of things to him.

Chaos is never the type that chases for his own pleasure, I really think that he'd prioritize what you want, when it comes to having fun in the sheets. So I can see him doing fingering/blow job to his partner. He's the type of guy that loves to praise the shit out of you, but also playfully kinda degrade you. Like- he'd probably say something like, "Oh...your doing such a good job for me...what do you think would happen if the others found you drooling all over my cock? What would they think of you?" Followed by, "....Would you like to find out?"

Since Chaos is into having a family, I can see him also having a daddy kink. And along with this all, I can for some reason, also see him being into Katoptronphilia, which is a fascination with mirrors, or more specifically, watching yourself in a sexual situation. So I think that Chaos would make you watch yourself in the mirror, while fucking you from behind.

Nightmare

I've established before that Nightmare's into master kink, just calling him anything that gives him a sense of power is enough to get him hot. (Master, King, Sir,...)

But between all this, I can also see him being into Impact play, this involves hitting or being hit with an object in a safe and consensual way. Nightmare wants to feel that he's always in control. So he'd 100% whip you with a whip or just slap you anyhow. He'd probably also be pretty rough, just to show you that he's the one in control. Speaking of control... Orgasm control is also a thing he'd be SUPER into. But he's a giant asshole too, he'd be SO unfair when he'd use a vibrator or anything else on you. He WON'T let you taste that sweet sweet release at all. The only thing I'll say...is dirty talk. And he's really good at it too.. He could probably make you come just from his words alone.

Ace

Ace is pretty much a sub. It's pretty easy to drive him into submission, because he doesn't NEED to be the dominant one in a relationship. He's just happy he even has a partner to be honest. But I can see Ace being a sadist. Just you hurting him anyhow drives him nuts probably. Because he's the stronger one, he's the one that holds more power than you, so the feeling of you actually landing a hit on him has him weak.

Cuckolding is also a thing that he IMMENSLY gets off of. This a kink or a fetish is the act of being turned on by watching your partner get it on with someone else. He feels a little guilty about actually liking this, but he can't deny it.

Blade

Is anyone really surprised when I say that Blade's into knife play? Blade enjoys the thought of running his sharp, bloody knife along the curves of your glistening body. He also pretty much gets off of seeing you covered in blood. Really anything that's connected with blood or knives, he likes it. I do not recommend telling him that you're on your period. He'd eat you out if you did. Never probably stopping until you'd pass out. Even if someone would barge into the room, he WOULDN'T stop. Not at all.

Blade also degrades you VERY MUCH, he LOVES to tell you stuff that makes you embarrassed while he's pumping you from behind. He's also into Voyeurism, which is the sexual interest in or practice of watching other people engaged in intimate behaviors, such as undressing, sexual activity, or other actions of a private nature. He 100% hides somewhere in your room just to watch you get undressed. The thought of you not knowing he's there only makes him more and more hot.

Ted

Ted promised himself that he'd never engage in sexual intercourse ever again after the accident where he lost his virginity, so you would have to build a LOT of trust with him for him to do that with you. He's like- "Sex...?....Ew....."

But I can see Ted being very careful with you, treating you almost as if you were made from glass. After all, the last time he did go....rough.... VERY rough... he killed the woman. Shockingly. And he cares about you, he doesn't want to kill you with his ginormous size. :(

I think that Ted's the type of person to be VERY gentle and kind when having sex. As for the kinks, I don't really think he cares that much when it comes to it, because he'd do anything you ask him to do, except for the things that would hurt you in any way. He truly does NOT want to hurt you.

NOTE: I wanted to write the Star Sanses too- but It was SO much that I lost motivation to write any more. I'm so sorry!

[aajxs]

a bad person , s. gojo

synopsis - the one where you're manipulative and satoru is in love.

pairings - satoru gojo x fem!reader

c/w - manipulation , gaslighting , submissive satoru , mentions of sex , foul language , reader is a bitch , very suggestive

w/c - 604 words (very short)

a/n - idk what this is but take it while I work on my more important drafts!!

masterlist .

YOU'RE A GOOD person, Satoru thinks. Somewhere behind that solid barrier you put up, you're compassionate. You're a good person, Satoru thinks when you force him to his knees and harshly grab his angular face, smooshing his pale cheeks together while telling him he'll never find a woman better than you. You're a good person, Satoru thinks when all of his friends tell him you're a manipulative maneater that doesn't actually love him.

The thing is, you're not a good person, and you know that. You know the way you treat him is far from humane, and you know every single one of the people active in his life think you're a good-for-nothing bitch. Maybe you are, but who are they to judge? If Satoru wants to be with you, that's his decision, isn't it? Oh, but it's not.

It's not his decision when you have him kissing the ground you walk on like you're some goddess. It's not his decision when he's on his knees in front of you, begging you to stay like some kind of pet wanting it's owner. "Do you even love me anymore, 'Toru?" You'd ask, giving the man your best doe eyes before quickly following your question up with a loud, "Oh, of course you don't. I'll never be enough for you will I, Satoru?"

"No baby, you're everything I've ever wanted!" He'd stammer back quickly, cupping your face with his gentle hands. "None of your friends like me, 'Toru. Wouldn't you want to be with a woman that's more likable?" You'd ask as you bring your smaller hands up to wrap gently around his wrists. "I don't care what they think, sweetheart, neither should you," Satoru would reassure with a sympathetic look. "But Satoru—" You'd begin with a pout, "No buts, sweet girl, I'm all yours and that's all that matters." He admits before placing a soft kiss directly onto your lips. And he's right, he is all yours. His entire being is yours, and he knows it. Satoru's heart, mind, and soul belongs to you whether he wants them to or not.

Satoru isn't in the mood to give you a kiss? "I've had a long day, just a few kisses?" A few kisses turn into him thrusting inside you. Satoru wants some time alone? "You're never around anymore, it's like you don't even love me, Satoru." And suddenly you're cuddled together on your large couch watching a movie. He'd do anything for you, even if he doesn't want to. Because he's yours, right?

You make him feel like a king, like he's the best you've ever had in your entire life. You make him feel wanted and loved, and then you slowly break him down just to build him up again. It's a cycle that neither of you can seem to get enough of even when you're staring down at his kneeling figure, spitting the most degrading statements at him as he hugs your legs and begs you to stop because you're hurting him.

You're a bad person, Satoru finally concludes after you tell him that he's getting boring and you need a new pet. Even after you're done and over with, he still comes crawling back to you after every crappy one night stand because for some reason nobody does it the way you do. And what makes you worse is that you let him in every time, letting him beg you to fuck him because all of the pussy hes gotten in the last few months just doesn't compare to yours.

Satoru is still all yours, even if you are a bad person.

© AAJXS

[youmakethelight]

I'm making a habit of writing my s3 theories here so that I'll hopefully jinx them and they won't come true, so here's another.

Note: so serious when I say that I wrote this post for myself. I'm hoping I can revisit these next year and be glad that none of these came true, but right now, I don't feel hopeful, and it is cathartic for me to get it out of my head and on to a space that is mine. This is my own personal blog that I appreciate being able to use in whatever way works for me. I'm grateful for the people I've connected with in a positive way through this blog. And I know from experience that sometimes writing out worries like this in a public space helps others who share similar concerns to feel less alone. If my posts don't bring you something positive, then you don't need to read them.

I will say again - blaming people for how they feel in response to something is gaslighting.

Lately, I've been haunted by the idea that Daryl and the 20-year-old actress have a mission on their own, and they end up in some cave (idk why a cave), and her character comes on to him sexually. For some reason, I think she's romantically entangled with the younger guy we've seen bts and in pictures with her, and I (touch wood) don't think they'd do full romance with daryl and the 20 year old. But I'm sus that they might use her as a sexual awakening situation. Or maybe they're even gonna go for some awkward comedy. These male EPs clearly can't read a room and are tasteless.

And I hate that I'm even saying this. I really didn't want for this young actress to have her role in this show overshadowed by fan speculation about whether she'll be romantically or sexually involved with the 55 year old man. She deserves better.

But here I am, contributing to the problem. Hopefully, we are all wrong. Unfortunately, it's the men in charge who have instigated this problem because they've caused viewers to lose all faith in them to tell a respectful story.

Unfortunately, they did it to Clémence (who, of course, was 20 years older, but her acting skill was still overshadowed by a degrading story). I even feel like Melissa has been the target of it now, with the s3 teaser shoulder scene. And three of the same men also did it to Emily Kinney to some extent. I don't know enough about that situation to have a strong opinion about it, but I think we sometimes forget that she too was a young actress surrounded by much older, powerful and privileged men. Those are the same men in control of the spinoff now.

I truly hope Candela has been given an unproblematic, interesting story for her character.

[witching-by-the-willow]

To me it's obvious Pride's book will be next, but I will be honest, I don't know how anyone can root for him, much less Vittoria? He torpedoed his entire marriage and let his own wife think he was sleeping around on her because of what people might say about him like this is high school. He's angry at Wrath for the curse when his marriage to Lucia is the main drive for it because he can't take accountability for his actions. I also still can't fathom how Kerri thought we'd accept or like Vittoria's quick turn around either, esp after she did things like degrade Emilia naked and IN CHAINS. I'd much rather have a Wrath prequel instead of all this, but even then, I worry how Kerri would execute it at this point. It just feels like she wants to write Netflix!Bridgerton and the circles of HELL are not the best setting for that imho. Sorry for venting, I guess I just wanted that other anon to know they're not alone on their lukewarm Pride feelings. 🤣

Okay, hello bestie, hopefully this is the time this finally gets posted. 😂♥️

You know what, you're absolutely right.

I get why Pride would do that, because he's...well, too proud to not show off his sin. But buddy, maybe you should not?? Have made your wife think?? You were cheating on her?? Their story is just so filled with miscommunication, and a bit of enabling of the same by Lucia's mother/the First Witch. But tbh, she only wanted the best for her daughter, and maybe if Pride had actually showed his love for Lucia, she would have budged. Because we do know he loves her, because he has never moved on from trying to find her. And with more miscommunication, she didn't bring up her doubts and questions to him either, which is annoying to me too.

Anyway, I think a part of why I want to see Pride and Lucia is because I want to see him put his namesake sin aside and dedicate himself to groveling and falling on his knees for her forgiveness. And well, communication. Please, for the love of god. 🤡

Also YES I know, right? Wrath has done nothing to get the curse, sir. Leave him alone. He has suffered because of it, despite not having had any hand in causing it. 😭

This is not to say I don't like Pride, I do. And I actually think he's quite interesting, so I'm waiting for his book desperately so he can get the development he needs so I can love him (as I love Sloth).

And oh bestie, I am so glad you agree with me on the Vittoria plotline. Her character has a lot of potential, but that last-minute redemption arc was a complete mess. And Emilia and Wrath are way better people than me, because no matter how ancient I was, I would NOT forgive her so soon for making my life hell (no pun intended) for months.

Like, ma'am. You could have made your points and had a conversation with your sister WITHOUT chaining her or poisoning her husband.

Not the mention the sexual frustration from pulling poor Emilia to whatever reason at the worst possible moments lmao 💀💀💀

Oh buddy, the thimgs I would do for a Wrath Prequel.....please, it would solve so many of my problems. I don't even need it to be a literary masterpiece, I just want to see what goes on in his head at any given moment. 😂🛐

Bestie, not the bridgerton comparison I'm akfjajgbajgnang I can't unthink it now 💀

But ngl, I'm looking forward to the stories on various princes. I like the world Kerri Maniscalco has built and I like the characters too. Even if the books turn out to be a mess, I'll probably keep reading anyway, because I just have a lot of fun with this setting.

Also like. I need the book on Sloth. Tell me more about this prince of hell who is a medicine scholar and an introvert and has a massive library in his house that he spends his time reading in instead of getting involved in hell-drama. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me he does not deserve his own book.

Well, this turned into quite the ramble lol. Thank you for this ask, I love talking about these books, and any and all books! ❤️

[not-so-secret-poet]

Stupid hedonist fun

Today or yesterday technically, my guitar teacher pointed out the fact I'm a lot more "intelligent" than I let on. He pointed out that I comprehend complicated things faster than others and I made the joke "No, I act ten times stupider than I actually am for a reason!", in a whiny tone. Which is true, I do.

I want things to be easier for myself, I've learned that it's best for me not to think and just whatever. Everything is calmer for me, with fewer expectations and fewer responsibilities. Don't get me wrong, I don't care what others think.

I just want to have mindless fun without being reminded that I can do better, I understand that undermining myself is just a form of self-sabotage. But it's worth it to me, it means I can have fun and do what I want.

This is careless, I know that I know I'm "wasting" my potential, I know I can do better, and I know I should do better, I just don't want to. When has ever "doing better" helped me? It only set me back and shoved unnecessary expectations onto me, it's only given me jobs I don't need or want.

I just wanna be happy without thinking, I'm doing that. It's scary that people won't let me, "You can do SO many things, why do you refuse?" Why won't you choose what I wanna do? Don't put your hopes into me, I will let you down. Not accidentally but on purpose, I can't let you think I'm better than I am.

I won't let you, I'll fight you till the day I die, and even so, I'll still fight when I'm nothing but oxygen atoms. I won't let you do this to me, please hear my cries don't do this. Please just let me be "stupid" and splat my brains on the concrete.

Tell me, I'm nothing, tell me my thoughts are hollow, tell me my ideas are baseless with no effort, tell me you have no hope for me. It brings me solace knowing you'll never understand my wavelengths, I can express my joy knowing you think I'm childish.

Degrade me, be ruthlessly cruel, be aggressive, be explosive, just let me know I've misled you. Let me know if you never learned the truth, please that's all I ask. If you knew you'd never leave me alone, you'd always push your "suggestions" and then brush me off.

As if I was a tool to you, is that what I was all along? Was I just your puppet? Would you let me babble on and tell me it's nonsense? Do you act interested because you think there's nothing else to me? Or is it the opposite, do you think I'm hiding more?

Do you hear my endless whispers? Do you hear my soft sobs? Are you lying to me, just like I lied to you? I am truly nothing more to you, or am I a puzzle you want to solve? What is your end game? What are you accomplishing by praising me?

I miss when I thought you cared, but it's better this way. I learned all I needed to from you, I learned how to keep myself happy. Even if it was from the brutality of your hands, it's good I learned it sooner than later.

You infested my mind for long enough, yet you remain. In the depths of my mind, it's sickening and ironic. Hedonism is all that's left for me, and I think I'll keep it that way.

[the-firebird69]

There are few other things in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte you're getting ready for tomorrow when he goes up there and he's kind of interested in getting there it's a pain in the ass he likes to be in a different atmosphere on occasion it's like house arrest here and we noticed that too the only thing you can do is go to the mall and look at retards and walk around and buy some food and it's a terrible terrible day when he does it the oxygen deprivation and degradation they haven't eat stuff that's not right I'll tell you that he's under dress and it's worse than that he is under house arrest by the people here and that's the warlock and we're going to hold them to it and we're going to get to business now

-his entire need of an altered source of income it's a few reasons for that people are thinking of attacking DC and New York Virginia and the Carolinas and it kind of would make a mess out of the place and it would ruin law and order possibly globally and it appears that the attacks are coming and they're not going to be permanent even the sand gets pulled out pretty quick but it is going to cause disruption and unrest globally and part of the cause is that they're all holding him to the social security crap and that brings us to this point there is a lot of talk about doing away with people who are having him stay on it they do not want this kind of crap they don't want to call him names or have them look down on and have them run around and just get rid of people because they're allowing it it's ridiculous they have no controls on him at all they're allowing him to kill everybody and take over and put bases where he wants what kind of a plan is this but it's a plan of nincompoops that's what they said and he says exactly how it is it's Johnson's social security and it gets a lot worse they're giving me a dead end and they know about it and they said he's fighting for his life like we are against including you Max it's absolutely true the foreigners have a better system when they're fighting each other then these guys do when they're fighting each other that's true too it still help people who are valuable while they're at war. And we seen it for a long time Dave and Carol we're happy overseas and we're miserable here and her son grew up in misery

-we're not doing stuff about it and we're enacting rules and loss and the McDonald's are far better at helping him and even Stan and Biden and there's some family there too and Ken and the big guys the big guys used to get almost everything for him the kind of shut down but the McDonald's or agreed to work with him it's out of necessity they say they're good at it and they are they're helpful and they are helpful people and he's going to start getting bigger for everyone's plan here and their own and he does need assistance with it he's going to be a big mouth we're going to have to step in and that's why he's doing it and he knows it but there are some side effects to it when people trying ding you in a certain way and physically will he probably won't do it too much but people provoking and they will see them provoking him and it makes a big difference when he's bigger he won't bother anyone basically he noticed when he's pumped up and people are smaller they leave alone so he doesn't bother them and they're actually happy with that when it's happening but there are some people who like to bother him and pester him and he's going to be big and lethal and the police want to register him and all the stuff and it's going to help us and yeah he might get into a fight and he said I'm going to defend myself and Olympus has to be ready for it because that's how it's going to go and we do know what he's saying that's how it's going to go and we have to be ready for it where these heroes we fought with their hands a lot when we were here and he might have to he might have to today and tomorrow and we are aware then and we are ready for it people are always Adam and it doesn't mean he'll get out of it not without our help and he knows it. And it doesn't give him a carte blanche either and he tries to get out of stuff these assholes in the house won't let him out of it and we are going to go after them now hard we hear their reaction to the noisy made on purpose and they are spent and we're going to put it up there on the board now couple other things but we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[hervygervy]

I think you're correct. I'll admit I haven't actually played a Persona game, but I think I have enough secondhand knowledge from friends to say a thing or two.

First being that, yes, the Persona series contains more character-driven stories. People play the games for the characters, and like you said, the characters make it so that people keep coming back. The gameplay reinforces this idea by making character interaction integral to strengthening your party for dungeon crawling and combat with the social link system, as you mentioned.

Shin Megami Tensei, meanwhile, has more thematically-driven stories. Characters are oftentimes tools for the exploration of said themes. But I do strongly believe that the general fanbase is incorrect when they say "SMT isn't about characters or story," because characters and story are indeed present, just not prominent. Even in the minimalist story of Shin Megami Tensei III Nocturne, the characters go through their own arcs. The same is true for any other SMT game, but the key difference is how the arcs play out.

In Persona, you fight against the characters' shadows, and the facing and defeating of the shadows allows for the characters to accept their flaws, and thus grow and change for the better. You quite literally assist them in conquering their inner demons. In SMT, character development usually results in a character degrading in a sense. They turn to extremism, becoming the embodiment of whatever ideology they align with and sometimes play more antagonistic roles. The player then decides whether to validate their developments or strike them down, because in the end, it's a game about themes and ideologies.

No matter how you slice it, for those reasons alone, Persona is going to be the more popular series. Character-driven stories are simply more appealing to the average person, especially in the West. Story templates like the hero's journey are popular for that reason--people want to see characters grow and conquer their hardships, resulting in a happy end won. That is not to say anything that isn't character-driven is bad, but it will inherently be less appealing. There's a reason people look at me weirdly when I tell them I enjoy a story more for its themes, haha.

The average person might also not be terribly invested in religion and ideology. In high school, I did an assignment in which I was tasked to interview random university students pertaining to their religious beliefs. Turns out, the average university student never even considered whether or not a higher power might be out there, oftentimes being unable to give a meaningful response to any question. For those not interested in asking deeper questions about the way the world is, SMT might likewise not interest them.

For the most part, I've just been reiterating your main point, so I also want to discuss your other theories. I somewhat disagree with your take on style. I think it's a bit unfair to say one does not compare with the other. I would argue that each series has very different goals with how it wants to express itself. Persona has an edge of rebelliousness to it, so its UI is loud and flashy. Shin Megami Tensei is on the more somber and moody side of the spectrum, so its more simple UI reflects that. You prefer the flashy UI, and that's great! The flashier and bolder UI appeals more to the average person. I just don't think a flashier UI would properly fit the vibe of SMT. I'd argue the lack of flair works in its benefit. But to be my own devil's advocate, I'll admit I find the UI of SMT IV to be quite unappealing and ugly, but I'd still make the argument that the UIs of III and V are simple yet effective at maintaining that moodiness. But to sum it up, yes, from an appearance standpoint, the heavy stylization and bold colors of Persona will appeal more to the average person, you are correct in that conclusion.

I think there's also a matter of music. Persona, especially the more modern titles, is unique among RPGs for having a lot of vocal tracks all while abiding to a specific genre: P3 uses hip hop, P4 uses J-pop, and P5 uses jazz. In general, these three titles do a great job at remaining distinct with more than just music. Colors and story themes are also drastically different between titles. SMT meanwhile can blend together, and overworld music tends to be on the more atmospheric side, lacking vocals. The most you'll get in terms of uniqueness are III's usage of the text to speech algorithm Albert in its battle tracks and IV's general techno vibe.

I've been rambling for long enough, so I suppose I'd better get to wrapping things up. Since I haven't actually played a Persona game, I cannot comment much on your discussion of gameplay. But what I think I can say is the Persona series does a great job at appealing to that general audience preference of character-driven stories while still managing to stand on its own. It's unique even among RPGs with its flashy UI, vocal tracks, and the prominence of a life sim mechanic. Engaging with the characters is an inherent part of the gameplay experience, which makes it all the more of an interesting experience. "Persona" is also the name of a well-known psychological concept, so the title alone gives the average person an idea of what they're getting into.

Meanwhile, "Shin Megami Tensei" means nothing to the average westerner and could very well just be gibberish if they don't know any Japanese. It's also a monster-collecting game, so not like a traditional RPG where you stick with the same few party members for the whole story. Though this series is the first monster-collecting RPG, Pokémon still holds the credit for what the public conception of a monster-collecting RPG ought to look like. Other games after Pokémon follow suit: Fossil Fighters and Yo-Kai Watch have cutesy, kid-friendly anime art styles, and even Monster Hunter adapted to such a style for its monster-collecting spinoff, subtitled Stories. Not only might it not initially register as a monster-collector, but it also plays in an unusual fashion. Constantly switching up your team is integral to progression in SMT (your party members will eventually cease to gain significant experience after battle), whereas in Pokémon and the monster-collectors thereafter, you could very well finish the game with the very same team you started with. Thus, in SMT, you don't get a lot of time to truly know your ever-changing party members, and many end up being fodder for the creation of a stronger ally.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, Persona is an easier series to understand the point of and get into from a mere glance. It truly wears its personality on its sleeve. Shin Megami Tensei is a lot more elusive, and one might have to actually play a game to best grasp its personality. Persona also has a lot of uniqueness going for it, with its vocal tracks and life sim mechanics (also the ability to romance characters certainly helps in its popularity, I mean look at how a dating mechanic singlehandedly saved the Fire Emblem series in Fire Emblem Awakening... okay I might be exaggerating on that one).

But yeah... not to say one series is necessarily better than the other, but I think the argument can be made that one has more inherent appeal to the other!

With SMT V: Vengeance releasing, it got me thinking. Why is persona so much more popular than smt? I mean Go on tik tok and look for persona 5 edits and you’ll find sooo many. Look for smt 5 edits and there’s barely any.

I thought it over just a little, and in my mind (after a small amount of thinking and ZERO research) I think one of the main reasons is that Persona is characters with a story. While SMT is a story with characters. On top of persona looking better.

Further explanation under cut (lil talky talk for anyone interested)

What I mean with ‘Persona is characters with a story’ is that the story is there to drive the characters, and allows the characters to grow. The social link system definitely helps this. You’re connected to the characters in a way that SMT doesn’t allow. I believe that it’s because of these characters that people keep coming back.

SMT is a story with characters however. I find that SMT uses the characters as a way to move the story. The Order and Chaos endings are the main focus. The gods are the main focus. The characters you meet along the way are a means to and end to get to these endings.

We’ll look at Persona 5 and SMT V. For these are the latest games in the series (not including P3R). In persona we watch the characters slowly change. These characters are also usually the motivation behind the story. Ann and Ryuji telling us about how they were abused by Kamoshida. Giving motivation to steal his heart. Yusuke and Madarame. So on so forth. We slowly watch these characters grow and change. However I feel SMT V doesnt do this. The demons threaten the lives of the people in Tokyo, so ofc we as the Nahabino help. There are characters who help us along the way. But they don’t have the same impact as the characters in Persona 5 do. SMT V characters are good, but don’t compare to Persona 5s characters imo

There’s also the ‘flashy-ness’ of persona as compared to SMT. One of the most disappointing things of SMT V for me is the UI. Going from P5R and P3R to SMT V… they just don’t compare, SMT V is lacking. Now I don’t feel this is a complete deal breaker, but it is definitely not working for the game. The games fighting system is also very similar, and I feel Persona just does it better? With all out attacks, baton passes. They’re not completely the same, big difference being having people on the team compared to demons. Along with the MC switching personas on the fly compared to essences. Still they run similar enough to compare.

Now this isn’t to say games that are ‘story’s with characters’ are always bad, or don’t ever stick in people’s minds. I’d also classify Devil May Cry as a ‘story with characters’ type game and you’ll find the fandom for that is still going strong with barely any new content. I just feel that when not executed perfectly it can make it harder for the games to stick.

This also isn’t to say that SMT is a bad series or SMT V doesn’t get love. SMT V is a fantastic game. However I feel the fandom for it is a bit lacking, especially when considering Persona has such a big fandom and is a spin off of the SMT series. So this is my personal take as to why that is.

This line of thinking came about when Hyperfixation got to me and I went to interact with the SMT fandom and noticed how small it was when compared to Persona lmao. Anyways no hate to either series or fans of said series, I love persona and SMT (and also Devil May cry, I own four and five lmao, Nero my beloved-)

Not sure if this make a lot of sense lmao

[uncanny-tranny]

It's okay to want to pass or to bind or tuck or things like that, and it's insensitive to imply that trans people doing so is proof they are trying to "conform to cissexism". It is okay to want to transition "traditionally". It is okay to not want that, too. What isn't okay (and will never be okay) is to degrade other people for the choices they make or for the choices they have to make.

[buckyalpine]

Can you do a angst ending for boundaries......

Your fics are a work of art.........

Thank you so much! 💕 This goes against everything I stand for but because you asked so nicely... I'll do it just once 

Bucket x reader, Steve x Sharon, Thor, Sam, Wanda, Nat x reader (platonic)

Angsty part 2 for Boundaries 

Warnings: Angst, cheating, violence, no happy ending 

Word count 1k

A/N: I don’t really do pure angst/cheating fics because I find it triggering so this will probably be one of the few times I write something like this. Also, I called him Bucket for a reason. 

You nearly threw up watching Bucky fuck Sharon into oblivion, pure filth dripping from his lips as he continued to rail her from behind. She moaned for him, chanting his name, letting him degrade her, his thrusts meeting hers as she slammed her hips down.

You could feel your heart aching, cold sweat covering your body as you silently left the room, unable to bring yourself to look at them anymore. You sat alone in the hallway, heaving as you replayed the images in your head.

Back at the bar

Thor sat up wide eyed, he definitely saw the hammer move. Steve held his hands up in defeat, sitting back down to take a swing of his beer.

“I guess only Thors worthy” he smiled, scanning the room for his girlfriend. “Has anyone seen Sharon?”

Nat shook her head, “Couldn’t find Bucky or y/n either”

“They must have gone to sleep, Bucky isn’t a fan of parties anyway” Steve shrugged, starting to worry about if Sharon was okay.

Wanda hissed, she could feel her heart drop, surges of pain and feelings of heart break flowing through her.

“Whats wrong” Nat eyed Wanda, watching her flinch, touching her head as if she were in distress.

“Something’s wrong” She shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to focus, “I- I can feel her pain”

“Whose pain?” Nat stood up, worry rising in her chest.

“I’m going to go check on y/n” Wanda shook her head, the pain growing stronger as she stood up making her way through the crowd. Nat followed her, both red heads gasping when they saw you on the sitting in the hallway floor.

“Y/n?!” Wanda ran towards you, cupping your face in her hands, “honey what’s wrong, talk to me”

You shook your head, no longer crying. You felt dead inside, wordlessly pointing to the office.

Nat and Wanda burst through the office, freezing when they saw the debauched sighed in front of them. Sharon screaming, trying to cover herself before Nat lunged for her.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Nat, I- Nat grabbed the back of Sharon’s head, yanking her off Bucky before slapping her across the face.

“HOW COULD YOU?!” Wanda’s eyes flashed red, rage flowing through her veins as she flashed the imagine in front of her to the rest of the group.

“You fucking bitches” She hissed, stalking towards Sharon, grabbing her and throwing her into the hall.

Steve ran towards the hall, his heart beating erratically, it couldn’t be true, they wouldn’t do that to him. His heart dropped seeing Sharon in the hallway, struggling to put her dress back on, a red hand print fresh on her face. His chest heaved with rage, shoving past her, grabbing Bucky by the shirt, punching his jaw.

“How?!”

Bucky couldn’t say a word, his chest tightening with guilt. The sound of a door being ripped off its hinges traveled through the room as Thor entered, pushing Steve off to slam Bucky against the wall.

You stared at Sharon as she fixed her dress, pretending she hadn’t noticed you. You stood up, grabbing her by the throat, pressing her against the wall, your fingers wrapping around her neck perfectly.

“Why”

Sharon gasped, clawing at your arm as you squeezed further, cocking your head, your eyes glaring daggers into her. You moved closer to her, your voice a menacing whisper “Tell me why”

Nat and Wanda held back, guarding the door as Steve and Thor took turns punching Bucky. They’d sent Tony and Sam away to keep people out of the hall.

Sharon shook her head, unable to think of an answer, her arrogance and ego getting the best of her. After all, you were the quietest of the group, you wouldn’t actually do anything.

“Why don’t you ask you boyfriend” She sneered, immediately silenced when you pulled the knife strapped in your thigh holster, pressing it against her neck.

“I plan on it. I will most definitely ask my ex, but I’m asking you first”

Sharon remained silent, tears streaming down her face as she looked around, hoping someone would help her. Bitch?

“It was a mistake” She whimpered, her eyes pleading with you. You nodded, removing the knife from her neck, only to reel your fist back, punching her square in the jaw. You could feel your skin tear but the sight of her bloodied teeth on the tiles brought you a tinge of satisfaction.

Steve dragged Bucky out, throwing him onto the floor before walking away. Sam followed him out, while Bucky fell to his knees in front of you tears streaming down his bloodied face.

“Baby please”

You cupped his face, wiping a few of his tears before connecting his face with your knee.

“How could you” you spat, rage and sadness flowing through you seeing him beg and plead for you. Your heart shattered; moments ago, he was the love of your life, your everything. The adrenaline started to wear off, tears streaming down your face as you screamed, falling to your knees.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” You could feel your insides burning, your hands gripping your hair, eyes squeezed shut remembering the way his voice sounded, his face contorting with pleasure. “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

Bucky moved to hold you before Thor pulled him off.

“Don’t touch her” he growled, cradling you in his arms, rubbing your back to sooth you. He held you as you cried, carrying you off with Wanda, shielding you away from Bucky.

“You’re leaving here and you’re never coming back” Nat grabbed Sharon off the floor, dragging her to the exit.

That night Bucky cried. He suffered. He thought he knew pain but not like this. You cried hearing his screams down the hall way. But it was over.

You never looked his way again.

Steve no longer spoke to him.

He’d lost everything.

Part 1 here 

Something like what you mentioned: @teambarnes72

@the-sassy-one

[willowfolksong]

I'm not the original requester but the bonten x model reader headcanons were divine✨😩

So I'll take you up on the offer instead and very kindly request the same prompt for the missing tenjiku members! If you'd like to of course <3

Have a great day and don't forget to drink water xx

The Tenjiku guys dating a model

- Tenjiku x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!! Thank you so much for your words 🥺✨ I'm extremely happy to comply, and so here's part two with the Tenjiku boys. I hope you enjoy and always let me know what you think! Have a day as beautiful as you and always take the rest you deserve ✨❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

[The Bonten guys dating a model]

Izana Kurokawa

💎 Your manager recommends you to keep your relationship with Izana under the radar, reasoning that the least you need is to be associated with the leader of a criminal organization. However, Izana is not having any of that.

💎 He's possessive to a sick degree, always carefully following your every move. Soon you have one of his men as a body guard, and there always seems to be people from Tenjiku around. No one ever directly addresses the issue, but soon magazines and other media start to link you with the famous criminal boss.

💎He hates every interview, every show go, every photoshoot. You're for his eyes only. He owns you, since the first time your eyes met across the club.

💎When you two are along, you never know what to expect. It can be a sweet, gentle loving Izana that worships your body and makes sure you're completely spent by the time the next day comes. He'll make the room your little sanctuary, making love to you slowly, only to hug you after, burying his face in your chest, asking you to hold him. In those rare moments, he'll tell you stories about his siblings, about his childhood and his dreams of one day, maybe, having a family of his own— while his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that makes you believe he would leave everything behind to start a new future with you, if only you asked him to.

💎But the rest of the time, he's ruthless. Pining you to the bed, ass up and nothing but the stinging feeling of his hand on your butt. Izana loves to mark you.

"Izana, please..." you sob, burying your face on the sheets as your boyfriend fucks you violently from behind.

You ache for relief, after all the times he has left you hanging.

But he does it again, stopping all together and pushing his sweaty hair away from his face. You can't see the manic look on his eyes, nor the way he leans over you, his lips so close to your ear.

You can only feel.

"That's not how I told you to call me, whore" he says, and grabs your head to tilt it back with a groan "Try it again"

"Please..."

"You won't cum today, unless you do" he warns you, and his hips give an experimental roll that leaves you huffing, eyes rolling back.

"Please, sir"

Only then does Izana straightens his back, loosely grabbing your hips and licking his bottom lip.

"Now move your hips and make yourself cum on my cock"

Shion Madarame

💎 You meet him at a party in a club. You weren't looking for some fun, you were just there because it was one of your friend's from the agency's birthday. And so bored out of your mind, you lift your eyes and find his across the dancefloor.

💎 He ends up fucking you in the bathroom, your hips bouncing on his lap while he seats in one of the toilets, whispering dirty stuff in your ear.

💎You don't know how he manages to get your number after that— especially since you're a celebrity. But he does. And won't leave you alone until you two meet again.

💎 Your relationship is based on amazing sex, and the power he has to make you feel free. You spend your days being careful, smiling for the cameras and trying to be on your best behavior for your fans. With Shion, you can be anything you want.

💎 He loves dirty talking. Calling you a whore, taunting you, making you lose your composure. You've never had someone degrade you like that— and you love it. With him, you're not the perfect model that appears on magazines, you're nothing but his slut, one that would do anything and everything.

"There you go. Just like that...— fuck, you take my cock like you were meant for it" he groans, his hips moving in tandem with yours.

He has you doubled over the bathroom's counter, and you would smile at the fact that you two have history in places like that, if it wasn't because his cock inside you doesn't lets you think clearly.

"I was made for your cock" you answer instead, moaning loudly, as his fingers dig on the skin of your hips, where there's a little hidden tattoo of a lion he convinced you to have, so you could match.

He laughs, and his eyes find yours in the mirror "Moaning like that... do you want people to hear us?" he asks, and leans forward to grab your chin on his hand, his eyes never leaving yours "Is that what you want? For everyone in the party to hear how I fuck your brains out in the bathroom?"

"Yes!" you scream, and he bites behind your ear. Hard "That's what I want!"

His smirk promises he'll have you moaning even louder sooner.

Yasuhiro Muto

💎 He treats you like a queen from the moment you two meet, and you sometimes even forget you're dealing with an actual criminal.

💎 You feel safe, and protected, and arriving to every place with his arm around your waist is always the best feeling.

💎 He loves to watch you, to see you model and dressed on pretty clothes. And one day, he confesses to you in bed that he always found you incredibly beautiful.

💎When you finally convince him to go with you to a photoshoot, he spends the whole two hours staring straight at you, eyes never leaving your face. Yasuhiro doesn't moves from his spot on the couch by the corner, and his eyes bore into yours every time you turn around and smile for the picture— but in reality is just for him. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, his arms on the back of the couch, you can only think about crawling to his lap.

💎He makes love to you slowly, and passionate, making sure to tend to all your needs. His favorite thing in he world is having you between his legs, sucking him off, while he promises to take care of you right after.

"Right there, good girl" he praises you, grabbing the back of your neck in one hand and pushing you closer to the base of his cock. You look at him, teary eyed and flushed all the way down to your niples, and he sighs contentedly, leaning his back against the chair "You always suck me off so good. Just there, just— yeah... suck on the tip"

When you do, putting all your effort into it, he groans and hosts you up, sitting you on his lap.

"What's wrong?" you ask him, and he traces your bottom lip with his finger before sliding his other hand down to play with your nipples.

"Is my turn to take care of you now"

Kisaki Tetta

💎You're not sure if Kisaki is even capable of actually loving someone, but you just can't stay away from him.

💎 He pulls you, draws you towards him with his words and his charm. He always seems to know what you want to hear, and when.

💎You don't know about love, but you're sure that he has developed a slight obsession with you.

💎 He tries to keep you away from your friends the most, and he dislikes when you go to other celebrities parties and events. You have a feeling that deep down he's incredibly insecure, borderline neurotic, because he wants to be the only one you pay attention to.

💎 He never denies disliking what you do, always finding time to tell you how much he hates that you're in every billboard around the city, while he's buried deep inside you.

"Do you like that?" he asks you, even when you can't answer with his hand covering your mouth. "Do you like being up there, for everyone to see it? Do you get off on that?" you're going to shake your head no, but then his hips are moving faster against yours, and your eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy. "One day...— fuck... one day I'm going to make sure they all se who's the one you come back every night"

Hajime Kokonoi

💎Hajime is incredibly reluctant to get involved with you at first, because of his past and everything that happened with Akane.

💎 You still manage to crawl inside his chest and stay there, and when he finds himself looking for any picture he can of yours in magazines he doesn't even reads, or watching shows he wouldn't before just to see if you're on them, he knows he's a goner.

💎 His attentions start slow, measured and content. He tries to think about you the less possible, only calling to see you when he just cant stand being apart from you any longer.

💎However, that soon changes. When he falls, he falls hard, and is sudenly faced with the terrible feeling that he could lose you at any moment— celebrities having such a high exposure life.

💎 He won't let that happen to you. He won't lose the love of his life again, and so he makes his personal goal to always keep you safe.

"I won't lose you" he whispers in your ear, once you're asleep in his arms after an intense lovemaking session "I won't lose you. Not you. That won't happen again. You're never leaving my side"

Shuji Hanma

💎You're the only thing he doesn't thinks he could get bored of.

💎 He yearns for you in a way he never did for anyone, and it doesn't help the fact that he can see your face everywhere: every poster, every magazine, every billboard on the street.

💎 And so he's usually pleasuring himself, a crumpled picture of you modeling some pretty clothes in his free hand, because the urge can become just too much, and he just can't wait enough to see you.

💎 He fucks you at a frenzy, wild rhythm that always leaves you exhausted and sore all over. And you know he's especially enthusiastic after a fight, when he comes to you covered in blood and his eyes are full of fire. Those are the times where he takes you the hardest, your loud moans only music to his ears.

💎And then always after, he falls into your arms with ease, content with closing his eyes and basking in the smell of your hair.

"I want to stay in this bed forever" he tells you, and you smile and pet his hair.

"Really?"

"I have you here. I can fuck you whenever I want. What more do I even want? We just need someone to do stuff for us. Bring food an stuff"

You silence him with a kiss, and soon he's pining you on the bed again.

[bambikisss]

:: Got me crazy (in love) ::

Jaebeom was one of the newest inmates in the Seoul Prison, and with all of the new inmates, he had to go through psych evaluation… you just so happened to be the one doing it. Will you find the truth on why he was really there or will be one of his newest victims?

Story Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of murder, slight mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of self-harm

Smut Warnings: choking, degradation, oral (male/female receiving), unprotected sex (keep it safe people)

/ Chapter one: CATS /

"Make sure you have everything you need. I mean it, Y/N"

Your dad was always a worrier. When you were five and had a school field trip he just had to chaperone to make sure that you didn't break anything or get into any trouble with any of the animals ("Do you know how many Gorillas escape from their enclosures?"). At any field trip or any trip in general, he had to be there to ensure your safety. That was until you were 16 and your mom fought him to leave you alone and to finally give you some much-needed space. That talk almost led to a divorce. Ever since then, he worries about you, but from afar.

"Oh and don't get involved with any boys at that prison. They're in there for a reason"

Don't get started on boys. You weren't allowed to date anyone, and if you did bring anyone home, he'd rip them to shreds, never approving of them. No one seemed to be good enough for his little girl.

It always drove you up a fucking wall.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, dad. Love you," You hurried, hanging up on him before he could make the already 20-minute call into an hour-long one. You searched your car to make sure you had everything before looking up at the large prison before you, taking a deep breath in. You were a psychologist and a pretty good one in your field at that. You were hired to be one for a new inmate who needed an evaluation. You usually meet new clients at your office but they refused to let him leave the facility.

"He's too dangerous for that"

You decided to stop stalling for time in your car, getting out, and making your way inside the check-in office. The officer you had met a week ago smiled as you came in, shaking your hand. "I'm officer Jones. Welcome to Seoul Prison, doll" His nickname for you made you roll your eyes, removing your sunglasses to raise your eyebrow at the flirty officer. He held his hands up in defense, telling you he was joking before handing you a bucket to place any loose items in (valuables that could be damaged or stolen). You obliged, keeping only your now-given file, clipboard, and slick pen. A female cop named Jiwon came over to you, walking with you down the long hallway of cells. Many men screamed vulgar things at you two, ranging from "Hey, pretty tits'' to ''Why don't you two come over here and give me some of that pretty pussies?"

You kept your head held up high, not even acknowledging the dirty word vomit being spat out by the inmates. Once you two reached your new "office", you noticed a tazer and a red button on your desk. Jiwon noticed your confusion saying it was for safety. "You never know what he could be thinking" You nodded, sitting at your desk as she goes to retrieve the prisoner. You took this moment to open and read his file, your eyes going to his photo. He looked actually quite handsome; the kind of guy you'd date if you had the chance.

Lim Jaebeom

Age 28

Reason for imprisonment: Murder

Your eyes stayed on his reason, shocked. You didn't know why you felt so shocked about his reason, but as you read the statement he had said in court and to cops, you were slightly convinced he didn't do it. Then again, you can't take his word for the truth; someone died and the blood was on his hands.

The same man you were just reading about soon walked in, his head hung low as Jiwon had him sit in a chair in front of your desk. "I'll be outside." Her voice was stern as you nodded, motioning for her to leave. When the door closed, your eyes fell onto Jaebeom, who had brought his eyes up to meet yours. His brown eyes felt cold yet had a warm center, his raven black hair becoming like curtains. You looked back down at his file, hoping to not be caught staring deeply into his eyes. You didn't notice it, but on the bottom, it talked about how he had four other people come in to evaluate him, but when they noticed what he did, they all quit. You know you shouldn't have, but you felt bad. ''I'm Y/N L/N" You held your hand out for a handshake, to which he stared at. ''I can't move my hands...but nice to meet you" you forgot he was chained up, you looking down at his heavily chained and handcuffed hands. It looked so heavy. "There's no point in talking, I know you're gonna leave" he shrugged, manspreading as his head fell back to rest against his chair. You had never seen a patient so willing to give up at the start of something. That's when you knew he was going to be a difficult one.

You continued to try and make small talk, trying to get him to open up, even just a little during your three hours together. He gave you short answers, not seeming to care. You were determined to at least get a smile from his annoyed face, so you stared at him for a moment before asking "Do you have any cats? You seem like a cat kind of guy" His eyes met yours, still filled with hesitation before he sighed, leaning forward. "I have three; cake, pudding, and Nora." You smiled, finally getting him to at least say more than a few words. "I have some cats too. They all sit by my window and judge me every day" he laughed a bit, running a hand through his fluffy, messy hair. "They'll do that to you" You both continued to talk about cats, finding that to be a great start to getting to know him. You know you shouldn't have, also, but you found him to be charming and a bit sweet. He talked about his cats like they were his kids. He was in the middle of a story about Nora trying to jump onto his stove when Jiwon came back into the room, knocking on the wall softly. ''Times up" his smile faded, his previous smile disappeared. He got up carefully, hearing the clicking of the chains made you crumble down into the chair.

He turned back to you as he was ushered out of the room, a small smile coming to his face before he disappeared down the hallway. You fixed your stack of papers, your mind thinking about Jae and his cats. You wondered how a man like that could be responsible for such a heinous crime. As you walked back to the check-in room with the guards, you thought more of him. He was sweet..cute. His smile could light up rooms...how could he have done such a thing?

[hiraethenthusiast]

The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

tagging some friends whom i think would like to read!:

@hollandslittlekoala @hollandsmushroom @leafy-holland @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @t-lostinworlds

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