#im just a bit pissed off that this is how he has decided to handle things

[radcats]

im gonna put my two cents in about izzy's death (even tho literally no one asked)

however you feel about izzy's death (im mad but u can feel however u want im not ur mum) we have to discuss what david jenkins is now saying about it. because i saw a spoiler for the ep and spent a two hour lecture convincing myself that if they do it right maybe it will make sense (they didnt but again, not the point rn).

but djenkins tweeting that "there is no show without izzy" and telling that interviewer "ghosts are real in the show" can mean one of two things.

either hes trying to make people feel better, and izzy is not coming back at all, which is simply getting peoples hopes up and will eventually let the fans down (again)

or izzy is going to come back. which is still not good because it means they "killed him" off for shock factor.

now when they did this with lucius it made sense. it was done for shock factor yes, but the shock of "holy shit look what ed has done. look what izzy and stede have pushed him to do. hes gone completely over the edge." and lucius was killed in a way that he could come back from. no one saw him die. there was not a funeral for him. he just, swam off.

we saw izzy die, so if they bring him back with magic or as a ghost or whatever, it was still done for shock, and made the ending to season two feel (imo) very similar to the ending of season one. the (possible) loss of a beloved character, except one made sense, and kept the fans on tenterhooks, and one just pissed people off. doing the same trick in both series feels like bad writing to me, like djenkins doesnt know how to tie up loose ends.

either way, how he is acting after izzy's death doesnt sit right with me and i dont wike it.

[iisasxia]

What do you think Bakugo’s reaction will be to a reader who cant stop looking at his buttons, cause like dude HE LOOKS SO HOT WITH THE WHOLE NO TIE AND UNBUTTONED UNIFORM THING HE DOES HOLY

Omg yes I completely agree !! He looked so good and then when he decided to wear a tie.. I couldn’t handle it 😵‍💫 I didn’t even see your ask im glad I checked my inbox this was such a good idea 💗💗

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He’d probably look at you with a slightly disgusted look and mutter small insults like “weirdo” or “creep”

Realistically he takes pride in the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off of him, when he calls you out and you turn away from him he’s secretly smirking at how easily he catches your attention.

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His hands slam down on your desk. Class has ended and everyone left, now just you two in the classroom.

You eye him up and down.

“Yes?” You ask a bit confused at the sudden sound of his hand against your desk.

“You got a staring problem or sum?” his voice sounded so harsh, the hell was he talking-

“You keep staring at me.”

Uh oh. God.. he must be pissed if he’s pointing it out like this. You suck in a breath trying to keep your head leveled. You stand up and look at him.. there was a small moment of silence before your words break the tension.

“You’re hot.” Oh you did not just say that. Internally you cursed yourself but the words fumbled out of your mouth before you could think and you looked up to see the smug look on his face.

“You should start wearing your uniform correctly starting with a tie. Then maybe I won’t be as distracted.” You say trying to distract him from the “you’re hot” as if he’s ever going to let that go. You get up and walk off, only to be pulled back by your arm, his touch was gentle this time.

—

“Only if you put it on me.”

And that’s how you ended up finding him at your dorm room every morning, with a tie in hand and a stupidly cocky grin. He secretly enjoyed this, watching you look at him with a “seriously?”.. knowing he found enjoyment in this. He’d never confess that he enjoyed these small moments with you. He was waiting to tell you how he felt and then maybe he’d bother explaining why he likes teasing you.. or maybe not?

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Can you do yandere canada and russia after they stop their darling from escape with a bit of violence like broken bone? Like how they treat y/n after that

Yandere Canada and Russia after breaking his darling's leg. (to stop them escaping)

would it be bad to say im excited to write this? idk. i got to thinking and decided i'll go with a broken leg if ya don't mind, sorry. also, sorry again for taking so long. and also like, sorry if this sucks ass??.. i didnt pass writing class if you can tell. but uhh.. ya, this is probably really bad so im sorry. :( another note: I JUST FUCKING REALIZED THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY A REQUEST FOR AFTERWARDS OH MY GOD IM STUPID I WAS GONNA WRITE THE WHOLE PROCESS AND SHIT😭 I NEVER READ SHIT ALL THE WAY ISTG

tw: violence, broken bones, abuse, force feeding, similar stuff

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

Canada

Canada honestly hated having to do this, but he really felt like he had to. That and he was just really pissed. Like a lot. Like screaming, hitting, and punching type pissed. But, again, doesn't like seeing you hurt.

After he absolutely destroyed your lower calf and beat you for a while he spent a minute staring at you, a bit in a daze, until eventually suddenly snapping out it and quickly bringing you home to properly care for the damage he has afflicted upon you.

He was way gentle afterwards, bandaging and disinfecting the wounds with much care and as thuroughly as possible. Though, it was clear he wasn't just going to let this off the hook with the way he decided to directly tie you to a hook on the wall, with very little wiggle room and no way to move more than maybe a foot.

Your progress in all the freedom you acquired was not only reset, but even worse than where you first got here. It's uncomfortable, even with the pilow he provided you. You're no longer allowed to have your hands free in general, and he has to feed you instead of letting you do it yourself. When you need to use the restroom you have two minutes in there until he starts asking what you're doing in there.

It wasn't really all that painful though outside of the ache of the previous abuse he made you endure. That and the occasional ache from the limitted positions you have at your disposal, don't worry though. Every three days he'll switch your spot so you'll at the very least have a different view to look at. In general, he isn't the worst to have, but definitely not the quickest to forget. You'll be stuck doing this for another month or two before he even considers giving you the slightest of freedoms.

Russia

Ivan is not nearly as lenient as Canada. Hell, after he beats the life out of you, probably breaking more than just your leg, he decides to lock you up in the basement—the cold, empty basement. He drags you to the stairs, shoves you down, and locks the door before ditching you for the next day or so.

Eventually, though, he returns, purely to ensure you don't die. You've been bad, but he'd never want you dead. It would be a lonely world without you by his side. His hands roughly push you around as he wraps you up in bandages and drenches your wounds, rubbing the stuff off with a washcloth afterward. He forces you to be tied up in a position where the majority of your bones will heal correctly, besides the leg. If the leg is messed up, that'll make any future attempts all the harder for you, which is what he wants.

Once he's done with that, it'll be another two days. No food, no water, no warmth, no him. Just sitting in the basement without pain medicine, starving, perhaps freezing, as he does nothing to help you with frostbite or hypothermia. Though, as expected, he returns yet again, and this time with food. The force-feeding will be rough, and you'll likely choke a couple of times, but honestly, it's better than you having been starving earlier.

This will be your life for two or so weeks, rotting in the basement, with your only human interaction being when you need to eat or maybe even for the restroom. The good news, though, is that Russia isn't a very patient man. Even if he's frustrated, he misses you a lot. So you'll be freed rather quickly compared to Canada, funny enough. Or at least, freed from the basement, that is.

Don't take this as him forgetting, though. Oh no, he remembers. You're only this lucky because he loves you, okay? You'll never know any of the freedoms you might've had in the past, and you're pretty much stuck with being tied or trapped for the rest of your miserable life. The only thing that'll really change is just the quality of how he'll treat you, the comfort in which you'll be provided, and your setting. So have fun, dear reader, and good luck. You'll need it.

[princesssmars]

she can fight.

an abby anderson x reader

while out on an outing with your girlfriend, some vloggers decide to make you their next target. luckily your girlfriend can handle it.

wc: 792

contains: cursing sorry im a sailor. reader is described to have hair. those stupid vloggers youtubers whatever that go up to people and ask dumb ass questions. said bloggers hitting on you icky. abby being a sweet bodyguard girlfriend. me being obsessed with her.

a/n: i haven't been this obsessed with a white woman since my vi phase of early 2022 nobody look at me.

you had thought prior to this point that you were a moderately lucky person. you had a loving family and friends, a caring and incredibly attractive girlfriend, and if she and most other people on campus had any say, you were pretty fucking hot. so in short, life was pretty good. until today.

abby was the one to ask you to come with her today, telling you how she needed some new gear and clothes for sports and working out. you weren't gonna say no to spending some more time with your girlfriend, especially when she offered to buy you a new purse.

after a bit of shopping in the outdoor mall, you start to feel a bit hungry right as abby says she has to use the bathroom. you tell her that you're just going a minute's walk away to catch you both a quick bite to eat, the blonde reminding you of her favorite order and ruffling your hair before she walks away laughing at your pout.

so you're sitting at a table in the square, already indulging in your meal and sneaking a quick bite of abby's when you feel a quick tap on your shoulder. turning around, you're met with two boys, one further back with a camera that seems to be recording and another who seemed to be the tapping culprit who has his phone up to his mouth.

"hey, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" he asks, pointing the phone in your direction. you'd seen people like this on tiktok before, coming up to people in public and annoying them. normally you wouldn't be for it but you decided to indulge them since you were getting pretty bored waiting for abs.

"no problem, fire away."

at first, the questions are weird but simple. basic ones like "how many stars are on the flag?" and "what's the craziest thing you've done in the past year?". throughout the questions, you noticed your interviewer constantly and not at all subtly checking you out, and you weren't surprised he couldn't detect how you were steadily becoming more pissed off. after a particularly dumb question you put an end to it, telling the boy how you need to get back to your snacking.

right when you turn away to sit back down you feel a hand grip your arm, your face completely bewildered at the audacity of this man to touch you. he seems to notice your unease and lets up slightly before asking, "can we just ask one more question?"

frankly done with his bullshit but now wanting to piss him off and get yourself into trouble, you relent with a sigh through your nose and nod your head.

"can your boyfriend fight?"

it takes everything in you to hold back your laugh but you fail, a surprised giggle falling past your lips. the guy seems to take it as you giggling like he's being charming and it makes you laugh harder. you calm yourself down enough to answer when you feel a familiar presence behind you along with the scent of pine and you can't help but smirk.

"nope, but her girlfriend can."

the man's grip on your arm disappears so quickly you would have thought he had been burned and the scared look on his face is one you definitely won't be forgetting soon. abby's arm wraps around your waist as she tugs you against her body away from the vloggers, who are currently stumbling over themselves and apologizing to her for hitting on you.

"dont apologize to me, morons, apologize to her." she scoffs, already sick and tired of talking to these people who had the audacity to hit on her girl so rudely. the boys quickly do as she says, apologizing for bothering you before taking their leave to probably bother some other poor soul.

you turn in abby's arm, ready to laugh about the encounter when her other large hand cups your cheek and brings your lips to hers in a passionate kiss. its so quick you barely get to kiss her back before she pulls away, smiling down at your dazed face with that stupidly sweet but smug look on her face.

"you feelin' alright there, baby?"

you nod your head slowly which only goes to amuse her more, the girl grasping your hand in hers as she sits down at your previous little table and pulls you into her lap, ignoring your whines about pda as she asks you to feed her some of her fries since she can tell you ate some already.

the rest of the day was spent giggling and spending time with your sweet idiot-repellant girlfriend, so maybe your luck was turning for the better.

.

.

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if i don't meet an abby clone in college i will literally eat 800 apple seeds

[rinstaro]

attitude

a/n: this is an ask for twilight that i accidentally deleted lol. this one’s gonna be loooooong. i feel really sick today so sorry if it’s really bad 🫠 not proofread because im ashamed of what ive done

cw: overstim <33, clit slapping, twilight being mean cause you pissed him off, you shouldn’t have bitched at him!! he says mean things in the sweetest tone, he still loves you very much, crying, biting, squirting, he cums in you hnnnnn, reader has a vagina and no pronouns

minors do not interact.

twilight was at his wits end. he’d come home to a clean house, a lovely dinner, and yet you were no where to be found. when he ventured into your shared bedroom, you were perched on the bed with your nose in a book. twilight got the feeling you weren’t reading, though.

you glanced at him quickly before letting out a small huff. what was that all about, he wondered. “i’m home, doll,” he smiled, reaching a finger out to push your book down. instead you snatched it away from him, causing him to jump back.

“did you eat?” you asked, still not looking at him. he frowned at your strange behavior. he decided to ignore it, maybe you were just really into that book?

“it was amazing, doll. i cleaned up the dishes for you.”

“hm. thanks,” you mumbled, finally setting your book down. twilight thought you were finally giving him some attention, only to watch you climb off the bed and walk towards the door. “i’m gonna fold the laundry.”

“oh, i did that too.” you grit your teeth. of course he did. he was just doing everything but you, huh?

the reason you were upset at him may have been silly, but you couldn’t help it. when you woke up this morning, there was an ache between your legs. you tried to ignore it, but how could you when your lover was right next to you? it was rare that you woke up before him, so you thought you’d use it to your advantage.

you turned over, wrapping your arms around his waist the same way his were currently wrapped around yours. you leaned up a bit, placing soft kisses on his neck at which he stirred slightly. you pressed your almost naked form closer to him, innocent kisses turning into little love bites. soon enough your lover was awake. “mmm, mornin’.”

“g’morning, baby. sleep well?”

“mhm. always do when you’re next ‘ta me. c’mere,” he mumbled, laying on his back and pulling you into his lap. perfect, you thought.

you ran your hands down his chest, your gaze heated. twilight had closed his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of your body heat. you leaned down, lips hovering over his when—

“are ya comin’ with me today?”

“…huh?”

“you said you wanted to come watch me work, right?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at your confused face. you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. here you were in all your glory, horny, barely any clothes on, and he was thinking about work?

you pouted, climbing off of him and laying back down, back towards him. “i’m still sleepy. maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled. twilight thought nothing of it, assuming your attitude was due to you being ‘sleepy’.

“alright, darlin, i’ll see you soon.” without a second thought, twilight rose, planting a kiss on your forehead before going to get ready for the day.

yes, you were pissed off because you didn’t get to fuck your husband in the early morning. damn him for being so hardworking.

now you were standing in the door frame looking silly, still scantily clad with a scowl on your face. “thank you,” you hissed. you had no choice but to walk back to the bed, sitting next to him and picking back up your book. twilight frowned. this was getting frustrating.

“whatsa matter, darlin’? you okay?” he asked directly, prying the book out of your hands. you looked appalled at the fact that he dared take it away from you. “i’m fine—“

“no you’re not. tell me. now.”

“excuse me? why do i have to?” you growled, “whatever. go play with your stupid goats.” with that, you stood once more, marching towards the door. before you could even reach for the handle, your lover’s hand was around your neck, chest pressed to your back.

a growl rumbled in his chest, making you freeze on the spot. you could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing, the grip on your neck pinning you in place. “mind sayin’ that again?”you choked back a whimper, slightly shaking your head no. “i d-didnt mean—“

“you didn’t, huh? so why you been so mean since i got here?” he could feel you swallow. when you didn’t respond, twilight took a moment to sniff the air.

right, just like he thought. surely you wouldn’t talk to him like that for no reason. “how ‘bout you go sit your pretty self back on the bed? i’ll make sure that attitude’s dealt with.”

and that’s how you were tied up by your wrists and stripped bare in the span of 15 minutes.

there were bite marks littering your entire body, coloring your skin in different shades of reds, purples and blues. you trembled, tears decorating your lash line already while your lover sat in front of you and spanked your clit.

“can’t even go one day without me touchin’ this cunt? that’s a lil’ pathetic even for you, doll,” twilight hummed, landing another slap on your clit. you cried out, legs twitching in an effort to close. too bad twilight was absolutely fucking massive. “got me a runner, huh? you know that’s not gonna work, darlin’.”

your pussy was sobbing, a damp spot already formed on the sheets. your clit was so sensitive from his spankings and you didn’t think you could take anymore.

“i-i’m sorry, please let me go! i won’t do it anymore!”

“hm? i’m just givin’ ya what you wanted,” he smirked, thumbing at your over sensitive clit. you gasped, legs trying to close again. he never understood why you kept trying to stop him, you craved his touch. how could he deny you what you had been asking for?

“y’know what? i think you even deserve a reward for waiting for so long,” twilight said while lowering himself and pushing your thighs back, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself as his tongue attacked your swollen bud.

you let out a slutty moan, rolling your hips into his mouth. “ahhn, link!–” finally he was giving you what you wanted and more. you couldn’t help but yell his name, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

even though he was upset with you, twilight only ever wanted to please you. his dick twitched in his pants at every gasp you let out. more, he needed to hear you more. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking at your gushing cunt. the tears finally started falling as you came abruptly, overwhelmed by his ministrations and your own sensitivity.

you twisted and turned in your restraints when he didn’t stop, drinking your cum like he hasn’t had water in days. “f-fuuuuck! quit it, let go let go!” you cried. he didn’t listen, not even for a second. instead, he dove his tongue even further into your cunt, viciously tongue fucking you towards your second orgasm. your legs shook in his grasp.

“please please i’m sorry! n-no, no more! too much!” twilight laughed into your cunt at your cries. where’d his tough little darling go? you had only cum once and he was far from done with you.

he kept tongue fucking you until he could feel you cum again, creaming all over his face. he sucked your poor pussy til there was nothing left, pulling away from your clit with a ‘pop’. you continued to shake, eyes squeezed shut. twilight ran his hands up and down your body, massaging the tense muscles. he didn’t need you cramping, he still hadn’t fucked you full of cum.

he gave you a minute before he spoke. “you said you’re sorry?” “mhm,” you whimpered in response. he smiled softly, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “how you gonna make it up to me? you thought i’d let ya off that easy, brat?” you flinched at his words. his tone was sinister, holding promises that tonight would not end well for you.

“y’know, i was thinkin’ ‘bout you all day. your pretty face never leaves my mind,” he spoke quietly. “neither does that pretty cunt. thought about how my sweet darling feels so good when i fuck them. after all, don’t i deserve something for dealin’ with that nasty attitude of yours?”

as mean as he sounded, he was testing you. seeing if you wanted to stop. after all of that? fuck no. you needed him to batter your pussy til it was sore. you whimpered once more as you nodded, which made your lover laugh.

“there’s my good doll. just needed me to take care of you, right? then you’ll stop all that bitchin’?”

he finally stripped himself of his clothing, making you drool at the sight of him. you squirmed once more, whining at him. “liiiiiiink!” his dick throbbed painfully at the sound of his name coming from you. “please lemme go, i wanna hold you too.”

you’re so damn cute. how could he say no to such a precious request? he was gonna destroy you.

twilight untied the rope binding your wrists, sighing dreamily when your arms wrapped around his neck. maybe he should let you get this needy more often.

“you ready, darlin’?”

“y-yes, please give it to me,” you whispered, looking him right in the eyes. he could’ve came right then and there.

slowly, he pushed his cock into you, the stretch making you hiss. it felt like he was splitting you open every time and you adored it. a broken moan left your throat, toes curling so hard it hurt. twilight was no better off, shuddering when his hips met yours.

“oh my— fuck, move!” you yelped. he started at an easy pace, letting you get used to his size. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure sending you into a frenzy. hell, twilight could even feel you trying to fuck him back, your hips chasing his whenever he pulled back.

“that’s it, fuck, let me feel you,” he growled, gradually increasing his pace. your cunt was so wet, clenching around him so hard, he felt like he was in heaven.

“my p-precious darlin’ was just waitin’ for me, huh? needed me to bury my cock in ya? ‘s that all?”

“yes! yesyesyes, please! i love you so much, please!”

twilights pace stuttered, a choked groan tumbling out of his mouth. “i love you, too. gonna make me cum.” you were about to cum yourself, thighs shaking violently. you pulled him into a searing kiss that sent both of you over the edge. you were cumming so hard you couldn’t breathe, cunt squirting all over your husband and yourself. he moaned loudly, thrusts slowing but never stopping as he fucked his cum into you.

you started growing sensitive once more, begging him to stop, to take a break. but he couldn’t, not when you missed him so much and your pussy fucked him so good. twilight suddenly started fucking you at an animalistic pace, his grip on your hips bruising. you were screaming, certain that the entire village could hear you. your poor neighbors.

“fuckfuck, can’t stop, so fuckin’ good, need more,” he moaned out, throwing your legs over his shoulders. your back arched almost painfully. he was so deep you could only feel him. everything felt so good, too good, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more.

“link, it’s too good! c-can’t take it! can’t— oh my— hahhhh!” your fucked out babbling was cut short as you came again, squirting all over the two of you once more. you felt so good, you were sobbing. twilight chuckled darkly.

“there ya go, jus’ like that. give me all of it til there’s nothin’ left, you hear me?”

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

do u have any bokuto timeskip headcanons friend? :>

yes! some of the ones i consider to be foundational to my timeskip bokuto lore since im sleepy:

to preface i am a bokuto lesbian moms believer and i think he is really close with them and continues to rely on them for help navigating his life forever. you will have to pry the way they baby him from me in a fight to the death

he and atsumu are like, the word isnt inverses but theres something about them to me that is the same but different idk, anyway i think theyre friendship is super important to both of them, like theres unspoken understanding between the two of them. soulmateism but for teammates turned friends. one of them has a problem or is experiancing overload the other one already knows and is on it kinda thing. is it realistic? no but i dont care. i think tho, from an outsiders perspective theyre just friendly, or just spend a lot of time together because theyre teammates almost the exact same age, but iykyk.

bokuto to me is someone who can be friends with anyone, but not anyone will be friends with him. i think if you can kick it with someone without prejudice you can kick it with him cause he has a very open heart but not everyone can handle its strength. he is however very genuine with his affection so most people at least get along with him over time if not at first

he is considered a bit of a risk when traveling because of his tendency to wander around paying attention to small details instead of important markers and gets lost

i also think bokuto and aran are best friends because bokuto is practical enough to ease aran's anxiety and aran doesn't hold strangeness against you

i think him and ushijima are work nemesis for a period. why? maybe bokuto retains some of his friendly competition for ushijima from high school and it rubs him the wrong way, maybe bokuto misinterperets ushijima's demeanor as dismissive of him in a way people who dont like him are, who knows, all i know is they one day both decide theyre over it and become ride or die acquaintences like they dont hang out but if you give one of them shit the other with triple homo spike pass you to an early grave

i think bokuto, if he gets upset on the court, is probably gonna get upset at himself, or the lights being a little brighter than he anticipated, or he didn't give the pose he wanted when people took pics on the way in or whatever- when his teammates start yelling at the other team/ref or kicking at the net, hes the one to calmly redirect them to focusing on the next play. all of this to say that if you see him pissed.... its a match for the history books.... im talking turkiye v brazil vnl 2023 vibes- fucking crazy

the little acrobatic tricks he does at the beginning of the jackadlers match is part of my personality. you (furudate) can force me to accept he graduated from university, but you (furudate) will never make me believe he didnt at least try to go to clown school.

he is one of those volleyball players that has your regularly scheduled match/ sponsorship/ travel/ occacional fancams posts but also whatever his current interest is is super obvious because his feed will be broken up by a million posts about cacti or a type of australian spider or a deep dive into every type of cloud or the color blue or something

hes the type of player who gets interviewed midmatch and after throroughly complimenting everyone on court he recounts every point like it has been the highlight of his life- the interviewer is always extremly confused and unsure of how to cut him off

hes also one of the life of the party players- gets a service ace and does a lil victory lap or does tiktok dances from the bench when the camera is on him

also this is slightly less related but bokuto's moms have taken akaashi as one of their own and bokuto gets really upset if they all hangout without him and dont send a selfie of their time together.

i think at somepoint aran explains to him kita's definition of confidence and after that he is better at not shutting down midmatch- he tries to anticipate things he cant anticipate and focus on the parts of the game that remain conistant- but it continues to be hard for him in day to day life- in fact id say that the older he gets the harder time he has

he and kuroo text everday- about everything and nothing- but they continue to be besties

i mean this seriously i think he can dabble in drag as a treat

i think he has to balance being himself and being loved for it and being aware of the ways people negatively perceive him...

everyone assumes he is a pr teams worst nightmare but actually that honor goes to sakusa, but bokuto will help him with it

im too sleepy now but thank you for asking!!

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Would you be open to writing something for Kit Walker and a male reader? Kit gets a car dropped off at the auto shop he works at and it belongs to a homophobic jerk who just tosses his keys and leaves. So we suggest to kit that we fuck im the dudes car while he’s gone?

And for this could you include dom kit who has a big cock and cums a lot? And maybe daddy kink if you’re okay with that? Also he fucks us and then we fuck him as well.

A/N: That is very explicit so of course I'll write it. I hope you like this and enjoy it.

Word Count: 1,440

Pairing: dom!Kit Walker x sub!male!Reader

Warning: Smut, anal sex, slight daddy kink, homophobia, mentions of racism, slightly public, 

Summary: You and Kit are working together at the car shop when you decide to teach a certain homophobic customer a lesson.

You and Kit were goofing off as the two of you worked before you saw a familiar truck pull up. You already got irritated as soon as you laid your eyes on the person inside of it, a smirk on his lips and a cigarette in his mouth. He rolled down the window and nodded to you. “Hey, little fruit cake, come here.” You rolled your eyes, walking towards the despicable man. 

“Listen to me good and well, Jerry. If you come over here disrespecting me like this again, I’ll end up having to fight you just like last time and I really don’t want to waste time beating your ass again.” Kit looked at you, obvious concern in his eyes bit you shook him off, letting him know you could handle yourself. Jerry stayed silent for a while before tossing his keys to you. “For the car I dropped off earlier. I know you need the money, faggots.” 

He pulled off and you huffed. “I fucking hate this town and their homophobia. They act like they’ve never seen a homosexual before,” you said angrily. “Don’t forget the racists,” Kit reminded. “How could I ever? Maybe one day me and you could just run away together like a couple or something.” You and Kit weren’t necessarily dating but you were interested in other. That was at least obvious. 

“I wouldn’t mind that, escaping with you or dating you. I think I’d enjoy both equally,” he said thinking aloud. “Really,” you questioned, looking at him as he studied the car. “Yeah. I think you’re pretty and handsome. I like that about you a lot. You also have a pretty smile and a nice personality. I think you’re very attractive.” You beamed from his compliments and you swore you felt butterflies in your stomach. You walked over to him, placing his hands in yours as you looked him into his eyes. “Am I pretty enough to fuck?”

“Yeah, why?” You looked at Jerry’s car, rage already boiling your blood. “How about we mess up that pretty ride,” you asked. “You know, we fuck in it?” You could see screws turning in Kit’s head as he thought about your suggestion. “Jerry would kill us.” “That’s the point, Kit. He’s an asshole and he pisses me off just the same that he does to you. You can’t tell me you don’t want revenge.” 

“No, but I do want to keep my job.” You looked at Kit’s lips, wondering if you should kiss him or not. He ended up kissing you and as your lips melded together, you could feel the emotion he had towards you. It was sweet and passionate at first then it became hot and lustful. You felt your arousal strain against your pants as you continued kissing him and he softly moaned in your mouth. The kiss broke and you scanned his eyes for any sign of discomfort. You couldn’t find any. “Let’s do it,” Kit said, his voice slightly rugged and hoarse. 

“You sure, Kit?” “Yeah. Get in the back seat.” You smirked at him and did as he asked, already removing your clothes as soon as you stepped foot into the car. He watched you before undoing his jeans and hopping in the car with you. He closed the door behind him, his eyes boring into yours. You looked him up and down, almost gasping from the sight of his length. “You must like it since you’re staring.” You made an audible gasp as you met his eyes once again. “It’s just very big.”

He smiled. “Does that scare you, sweet little boy?” You swallowed, your mouth getting dry from the name. “Kinda.” “Well spread those pretty legs for me and I’ll see what I can do.” You did as he asked, moaning as he started to jerk you off. He removed his hand almost as soon as he started, focused on sliding himself inside of you. You moaned from the painful intrusion and he was only halfway in, pausing for a moment to let you adjust before slipping in the rest. You felt so full and it turned you on even more. You bucked your hips as a signal for Kit to move.

He started at a medium pace, moans spilling from the both of you. “Fuck, you take me so well, baby.” Your head fell back on the car seat, your back slightly arching to feel every inch that Kit had to give you. Kit’s jaw clenched from how tight you were and how good you felt. His eyes were focused on you, how your eyes rolled, the way you squirmed and clawed at his back. “Mm, fuck d-daddy,” you moaned out.”Call me that again.” “Daddy, mm, you feel so good,” you moaned. His thrusts went faster and he kissed you then your neck and collarbone until he started to mess with your chest.

You could tell that he was already getting close as he fucked you, his strokes getting sloppier as he started to jerk you off. Your orgasms hit you both at the same time and you moaned at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. He pulled out of you, letting you catch your breath before flipping your positions. “I want you to ride me, okay?” You nodded, crawling on top of him and sinking down on his length. “Fuck,” you groaned out. You watched as his jaw went slack and his head hit the cushion of the seat.

You started to bounce, feeling as Kit matched your rhythm with his thrusts. Your hands were flat against his abdomen, feeling how the muscles in his stomach would tighten and loosen. Your head fell on his shoulder as you continued, feeling how deep he was inside of you. It didn’t take long before your sounds and movements were bringing Kit to the edge. He kept twitching inside of you, his need apparent as he started to buck his hips upwards. You didn’t mind when you felt him cum inside you. It was a feeling that you enjoyed.

You felt his hand wrap around your throat, making you come closer to your high. Any words you tried to say died inside you as you reached your second orgasm and your nails grazed over Kit’s pretty skin. He hugged you before flipping you over onto your stomach. You were caught by surprise by the feeling of him grabbing you and fucking you into the seat of the car. He placed kisses and hickies on your neck where you liked it most before tugging on your hair. He started to moan into your ear, his moans and groans were breathy as he went on.

Your eyes rolled and your toes curled as you felt him repeatedly hit your prostate. You could tell that he was close by the way that his strokes became more and more sloppy and how his sounds became louder. He choked you from behind as he continued, his seed filling you up. His hand went around your stomach, wrapping around your length. As you neared your peak, your legs and thighs trembling underneath Kit’s weight, you moaned out his name for the world to hear. He gradually went slower to bring you down from your high. 

He then pulled out of you, flipped you onto your back, and gave you a hug. He placed a kiss on your cheek and smiled. The two of you heard a knock on the window and jumped at the sound. You looked up to see Jerry and he looked very angry. “The fuck were you two doing in my car?!” You laughed as soon as you saw who it was.  “Maybe each other,” you responded, giggles slipping past your mouth as you started to get dressed. “Did you at least fix my car,” he asked, anger apparent in his voice. You and Kit got out of the car and walked towards him. 

“Maybe if you weren’t a homophobic shit who gave us trouble all the time, we wouldn’t have messed up your pretty ride. It’s fixed though so if you don’t mind, could you hand me my money,” Kit asked. “Fuck you people,” he replied. “Who are you people, Jerry? I think you should give us our money and never set foot over here again unless you’d like me to make a demonstration of you.” He reluctantly handed you the money before walking to the car. He then opened the door and saw the stains on his seat. “What the fuck,” he yelled, sending you and Kit in a fit of laughter before he drove away. 

[deadcrybabysmut]

took two tabs of acid 12 hours ago and im still reeling. today has been a chaotic rollercoaster of laughter, tears, and anger—so much fucking anger.

i don't know how I would have managed to make it through the day if it weren't for the two people who understand me and see me and resonate with me the most. they grounded me. especially when i couldn't handle my trip going south when their shitty mom came home and fucked up the vibe.

anyway i wanna sort of get out what happened tonight in this post so i can essentially look back on it later 🤸🏽‍♀️

also, every one of our seven cats avoided me like the plague while tripping and that made me so fucking sad, until i realized i was probably freaking them out lmao which is understandable and if I were them I'd have told me to go fuck myself too tbh

ok so when i initially took the tabs, i was already twenty minutes into watching I Am a Hero which I lowkey was expecting to be horrific—boy was I fucking WRONG 🤡🤡🤡 this movie was too fucking funny FOR WHAT?

—had me crying about what I would do if the only foods available during the apocalypse were all the ones I hated (i would simply die bc ain't no way im eating eggs or pork or seafood like what kind of shit is that?? 😵🤮🤮) THEN I started thinking about the mfs who would get bit and not say anything! like BITCH HELLO????? WHY MUST WE SUFFER BC YOU WERE THE WEAK LIIINK???!! but then I was like lol same 🤭 bc fuck you lucky mfs. yeah, im butthurt and y'all ain't gon know until it's too late oop 💁🏽

there was also some weird "i shouldn't be a creep bc she's a high schooler and it's a crime" type moment which led to me giggling about how Hideo really almost became a meal for copping a feel??? idk shit was funny in the moment really and hearing HOW the girl got bit before all that, made it so much funnier (spoiler: it was by some stupid baby lol what a loser. to get turned by someone with six baby teeth lmfaoo couldn't be me. anyway...)

there's only one zombie I have to talk about—THAT FUCKING ATHLETIC ONE. bitch ain't no way mans was training that entire time for that fucking hard, and no one put it together???!?! I saw dude's caved in head and how he would THROW HIMSELF onto his head FOR FUN and I just KNEW we needed to keep an eye on that mf. he killed that shit tbh 🤣🤣

anyway by the end of the movie i had already cried twice about having to eat eggs if zombies were running rampant lmao and i damn near had a stroke laughing at ol girl becoming half a zombie bc of the six baby teeth that scraped the back of her neck. LIKE????? idk. fortunately, 10/10 recommend watching on acid / would do again! maybe! 👉🏼👉🏼

*just gonna throw in here that we started watching Robin Hood Men in Tights immediately after this, and if you've seen that movie, you KNOW that shit was hilarious! throw in an acid trip and it's a fucking masterpiece 💀 unfortunately we didn't get through it all because shitty mom showed up and pissed everyone off bc she refused to eat anything all day and decided it would be everyone's problem! we made her food, she didn't eat it. her husband bought her food, she didn't eat it. instead, she cried about feeling nauseous, picked a fight with her husband over nothing, then told us she was leaving to her mom's house. 😐😐 After reassuring me they were ok, I made my siblings go to bed and spent two hours talking myself down I was so fucking livid. I'm still very much wide awake and functional, but I really don't want to be soo I'm going to force myself to crash I guess???

[icarusredwings]

I'd like to point out that No, He didn't ever meet Jefferson, but the rumors were still relevant. He doesn't even know if it's true or not. Plus, the fact that Wade thinks he's that old makes Logan wonder how he ever passed second grade subtraction. He knows Wade is smart, so sometimes he thinks he acts stupid on purpose, but this?.... this just makes him want to face palm himself so hard that he gets a concussion.

Logan war headcanons. (Do I have to put a trigger warning? This is fucking war, you know what you're getting into)

@tired-dragon22

Saber once got into a bar fight with Willam Sherman, and of course, Logan had to back him up. He was young. It was stupid.

But this is actually the event that inevitably leads him to meet Lincoln. Somewhere, he still has one of the first Lincoln pennies, and if he's ever at a moral crossroads, he'll flip it. He doesn't actually litsen to it, but it makes it easier for him to make up his mind. "Sorry, Link. Not everyone can be saved." Before deciding to murder someone.

Once Logan got into it with Cap because he told him that he was tired of dogs getting killed because of the mines and that he smelled the landmines so why were they killing dogs?

Cap told him that was impossible and to stop drinking. Logan proved this, and when it detonated, Cap never questioned his smells again. Logan actually saved a lot of dogs because of this, and even got the honor of meeting Sargent Stubby. Now he has a fondess for boxers, american bulldogs, and boston terriers (but not french bulldogs)

He wasn't there for it, but when he heard the dog warned people of the gas, he got a bit pissed off that they believed a dog over him.

During his time as a soilder, a frenchmen brought up how many horrible things that Canadian soilders have done, how ruthless and untrust worthy they could be. It even went as far as dumping his canteen, stealing his food, just straight bullying along with framing most of the other canadians for things they did. Saber was planning to kill him, but Logan beat him to it. Logan doesn't remember it. Its why when hes drunk and Remy gets on his nerves he storms off before anything worse can happen, calling him François a couple of times if really deep in the bottle.

Saber talked about how proud he was of his little brother but Logan only remembers waking up panting and standing over a torn up bloody body, the way his platoon mates looked at him afterwards made him feel like a monster. He was treated and felt like a feral animal long before he was given the name of one.

After this, He isolated, saber put it in his head that they couldn't trust humans and that he was the only one who would ever understand him.

This was until he met a German who had ran away from his country to join the other side. He was seen as a traitor, a spy, someone not to be trusted. He remembered them sharing food and each time he'd turn and scarf it down. The german didn't mind, though.

He'd laugh and give him more. Not because he was making fun of him but because he knew logan was hungry more then the others. Have you ever heard a german laugh over the sounds of bombs and shouting while ravagening stale bread in the mud, blood filled trenches?

The Germans english was TERRIBLE but they managed. Despite not even understanding each other most of the time, they covered each others back, splitting meals and joking around (best they could with the barrier)

He even nicknamed him "Mien herr Vild"

"What?"

"Herr Vild."

"Vile?"

"Vviillldd."

"What does that mean?"

"Es bedeutet, dass du jetzt mein freund bist."

"Mean Friend?"

"Ja."

"Ha. Sure. Good enough."

He didn't know it at the time, but this was possibly one of his best friendships of all time. But also the shortest because Saber couldn't handle the jealousy and killed him. "What happend to not trusting humans!?"

"He was different! You saw it!"

"No, what I seen was you letting your gaurd down and eating out of the palm of his hand like a damn dog!"

"Im not a dog and you damn well know I do what I want!"

"He went around telling the whole camp that you're mean and wild Logan! What would that mean for US!?"

It wasn't until years later that he understood most of their conversations, translating them from blurry memory. Perhaps this is why he finds Kurts accent so comforting. Someone else that was treated like an animal but the kindest soul he's met. His spirit unbroken and a strong warrior. If he believed in reincarnation, he might suspect something. Thankfully, he doesn't.

do you guys think that Wade keeps Logan up at night asking him some random and ridiculous questions about history bc you know logan is OLD and not letting him rest a little, just mumbling about stuff like

Wade: 'so, what was the great depression like?'

While Logan is sitting there like:

[sanjisblackasswife]

When They Cum Too Fast…(NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Ace, Shanks, Law

CW: Sex.

Black Fem Reader

Sanji

He actually can hold off from cuming better than the other guys listed .

He knows what to think about or what different moves to make to make sure you cum at least twice before he does

Except today he has been getting teased by you all day

You both went shopping and stopped by a clothing store and Sanji seen a beautiful two piece lingerie and he held it in awe imagining you in it.

He bought it for you with the last bit of money he had and haven’t stopped thinking about it since. He was mentally excited to see you put on the thin fabric just so he can fuck you in it

Well it was finally time and he was a bit too excited…

“Fuck!” He strained out a moan into your chest panting. He only did a couple thrust and you could already feel his warm seed pool inside you letting you break out a small moan yourself from the tingling sensation.

“I’m—im so sorry sweetheart I—“

He was on the verge of tears but you kissed him, you didn’t mind at all. You were actually happy to know your boyfriend was feeling good like you always were.

“Don’t apologize. It happens, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Y-yeah but I—I didn’t want to cu—-“

You rolled over on top of his damp body running your finger down his chest and placed his hand on your slightly exposed breast barely covered by the lingerie .

“How about I make us both feel good tonight? Hm?” You bit your lip seeing his pink face squeeze your chest in admiration.

Ace

You finally allowed him to have sex with you raw and the new warm feeling overwhelmed the poor boy.

You both have been practicing safe sex for a while now but today you were just really impatient and Ace has been such a good boy for you you decided to grace him with your bare walls tonight.

He of course was absolutely more than ready to fuck you with no stupid plastic in between you both

He completely under estimated the pleasure he’d feel sliding in between your tight wet hole so he got a bit carried away with fucking you from the back

“A-ace Baby! Slow down ah!” Your whines went towards deaf ears. He was in a drunken bliss inside your pussy, you felt wetter than he is used to and tighter than he remembered and not to forget how comfortably warm he was he needed this release.

“C-cumming!” His thrust became sloppy, but his grip on your hips became tighter. He came inside you crying out your name like a melody before he hovered over your back panting on your neck and ears.

“I’m..im sorry.” He huffed. You didn’t even care you found it funny yet hot how Ace couldn’t control himself. “You feel…really good down there.”

“Yeah I can Tell.” You giggled and he just laughed with Ace slapping your now wet ass.

“‘M not ganna fall asleep ‘m ganna make you cum…too…”

“Ace! You bet not fall asl—“

Asshole fell asleep right on your back with his cock still deep inside you.

Law

Completely your doing

You just had to grip the life out of him when he told you to slow down

You know that man can’t handle you riding his cock

“WAIT—shit! Y/N stop!”

He kind of pissed you off today by how he was spoiling Bepo way more than you lately so you kinda was in a petty mindset

You didn’t even care that you wasn’t close to cuming that asshole made you mad

“Y-you…bi—-“

“You finish that sentence I’ll start bouncing again.” You held your hand up to his panting mouth feeling his cum slide out of you, he looked down to noticed and you felt his cock twitch. “You like cumming inside me huh.”

“Mmmfff—“

“What?”

Law swatted your hand away huffing and puffing with his kimono now sliding off his upper body, you smirked at his annoyed face and sat up, “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“You know why.” You crossed your arms pouting like a child completely unfazed by you being butt ass naked and his cock still inside you pumping you full to the brim with his cum because you keep clenching down.

“No, I don’t know why!—-fuck —you feel too good get off me!”

“No. I didn’t cum yet.”

“YOU COULD HAVE IF YOU WOULD HAVE SLOWED THE FUCK DOWN!”

I mean the man is half your age his stamina is still there but sometimes cums like a damn touch starved man.

However he came right as he inserted himself into you which was something that shocked the both of you

You didn’t mind it but Shanks with his dramatic ass began to question himself and his worth as a man

“Baby I told you it’s fine just come back to bed…” You groaned seeing this 40 year old man walk back and fourth naked having a fit.

“No why the hell did I do that? I mean you don’t feel THAT damn good—“

“Excuse me?!”

“I—okay that’s not what I mean you do feel that good but ALL I DID WAS PUT THE TIP IN?”

“You exhaust me Shanks I’m going to bed—“

“Nope!” He pushed you back down on the bed as you were reaching for your robe and opened your legs exposing your cum filled pussy. “You’re ganna cum and I’m ganna make it happen I still can make you cum!”

“Shanks I know you can I—ah!”

He wasted no time using his tongue on you and he most definitely proved himself over and over again.

[tonberry-yoda]

230 - Cole Cassidy

Pairing - Cole Cassidy x reader

Warnings - none!! (cole cassidy being SUPER FLIPPIN HOT) also not proofread lmao so if there is a mistake... that's too bad ig lolol

Word Count - 1,478

Notes - this cowboy has my heart frfr. lately been having a brainrot. this took me too long to write tho omg. but i feel like im getting a better writing style and i worked really hard on it and my motivation is back!!! <3 i hope you all enjoy and have a lovely day! dont forget to stay hydrated lovlies!!

“Winston!!” You exclaimed, running over to your old friend. The last thing you were expecting was to get a message from him letting you know that he wanted to get Overwatch back together. It had been over two years since you had seen him last.

“y/n!” Winston quickly pulled you into his furry arms, welcoming the tight embrace you put him in. “My, is it good to see you.” He smiled softly, adjusting his glasses as you pulled away from the hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Winston. You look as adorable as ever.” You ruffled the top of his head with a chuckle.

Winston giggled and shrugged your sweet comment off as you heard a sound that you knew had to be only one thing.

Tracer had phased into the room with a huge smile on her freckled face. “y/n?! Is that really you, luv?” She ran up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders, studying every inch of your face without losing her big smile once. “It is! Oh my goodness, y/n! It's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you decided to come back!”

You quickly pulled Tracer in for a hug, holding her close. “It's so amazing to see you, Tracer.”

You and Tracer used to work side by side all the time. Getting every mission you were assigned done, quickly and efficiently. She didn't seem to change one bit.

“I can't believe we get to work together again!! I sure did miss working with you, partner.” Tracer winked and nudged you a bit with a giggle. “Oh! And you might get to meet Emily!”

“Emily?” You tilted your head.

“My girlfriend!”

God, you missed a lot.

“Hallo zusammen!!” You jumped hearing the booming, but loving voice of Reinhardt.

“Reinhardt!!” You ran to him, throwing yourself into his giant arms.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, but god it was difficult to hold back the tears. These were the people who you loved, the people you were willing to work with for the rest of your life, the people you wanted to make a difference with.

“Howdy everyone, sorry I'm late.” You froze hearing that familiar southern accent that made your whole system stop.

Yes, you wanted to make a difference with this whole team of people you loved a lot, but this one… this one was an exception.

You turned around and saw… him walk in, the rest of Overwatch flowing in shortly behind him.

“Jesse McCree.” Your teeth were clenched and your mood now ruined.

“Actually,” he put his hand on your shoulder, apparently able to hear your voice that was in a pissed off whisper. “It's Cassidy, pumpkin. Cole Cassidy.”

“Since when?” You didn't even try to hide your frustration as you pulled away from him, trying to walk to the other crew. Cassidy though wouldn't stop following. Just like always.

“Since forever,” he sped up to be walking with you side by side. “So forget Jesse and call me Cole.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to get yourself lost in the crowd, but felt a hand slap onto your shoulder. A metal hand? It was Cole’s… but you don't remember his arm being metal. “H-How…”

“That’s a story for another time,” he removed his hand from your shoulder softly as opposed to how rough he just handled you a second ago, hiding it behind his back. “But what’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?!” You twisted around, your face only inches away from his. “Do you really have the audacity to ask me that, Cassidy?! Are you acting like nothing happened back then?!” You knew that Overwatch was a place for peace and resolving problems, but Cassidy brought nothing but problems for you. He was the only face you didn't want to see.

“You, little miss thing, were the one who hated me. I never had shit against you.” He smirked and walked all nonchalantly towards the rest of the group, but you grabbed the back of that stupid shawl over his shoulders and flipped him over, gripping his shirt, your face inches away from his.

“Don't act like shit didn't happen.” You whispered through clenched teeth.

“Don't act like we ain't nothin’ sweetheart.” Cassidy smirked at you and you quickly pushed him away, feeling your face heat up.

You hate that cowboy.

“Why are you all the way over there, love?” You perked up hearing Tracer’s voice as she booped over to you with a bright smile. “And why’s your face so red? Are you running a fever?” She cupped your face and you knew you were blushing harder than earlier. That stupid cowboy. He definitely did it on purpose.

“I'm fine, Tracer,” you giggled nervously. “Really. Let’s get back to the rest of the crew.”

“Okay?” Tracer gave you a sidewards glance, but walked with you anyway to the rest of the group, who were all pulling each other into hugs and telling jokes.

It was just like old times. You used to be a group that would try to save the world during harsh times. You would joke around, but also allow yourself to cry on each other’s shoulders. You would walk away from explosions like badasses and go home to stuff your face with pizza.

But all of that just vanished one day. You were alone, trying to help others in your own way. A little lost, sure, but still trying.

Thank god Winston called this meeting. If he didn't, you don't know how the rest of your life would be.

And sure, maybe seeing Cassidy was worth it, even if you wanted to sock him in the nose.

Speaking of him, you and Cole were always at each other’s throats. Was there ever a reason why? No. Not really. You would compete and see who could take out the most enemies and you ended off in a draw. A DRAW. That pissed both of you off, but you didn't know that it would be the last time seeing each other for two whole years.

So you were stuck with a chalkboard in your room. 230-230. That awful number staring at you every morning. You were about to end that streak.

“Wanna drink, pumpkin?” You were pulled out of your thoughts with a jump, seeing Cassidy in front of you, holding a coffee.

You took it with a smile and Cassidy sat next to you, both of you looking out at the happy crowd in front of you.

“What was it? Uh… 205?” Cassidy turned to you with a cocky smile and you just laughed it off taking a sip of your coffee. It was delicious.

“230 actually.”

“230,” Cassidy let out a long whistle. “Damn.”

“I know. I still wanna beat your ass.”

Cassidy looked at you, but your eyes were still glued to the rest of Overwatch. “Do you now?”

You nodded, your eyes finally meeting with Cole’s chestnut ones. “I do.”

“That’s too bad.” Cassidy casually put his hands behind his head, leaning back onto his chair. “Because I wanna do the same.”

“Huh. That sucks.”

Cole laughed out loud, a smile plastering onto his face. “You know, even after how much we show that we hate each other, I am so glad we’re back here together.”

You sighed, placing your coffee down. “Me too.”

“I'm just really thankful that we-”

“Okay. That’s too much. Don't get sappy on me. We hate each other, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Cole grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We do.”

“It's gonna be nice to compete again.” You stood up, your hand still locked to Cassidy’s.

“Tell me about it.” Cole took it as a sign to stand up as well and you walked in front of him, outstretching your arms.

He tilted his head and you pointed with your head to his arms. He smiled softly and knew what to do next.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around the back of his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells the same as always. Like nice cologne and burning wood.

You held him tightly, strangely, not wanting to let go.

“I know I should hate you,” your voice was soft, almost a whisper. “But I don't want to.”

“Then don't.” Cassidy’s booming voice was vibrating his chest that you were pressed against.

“But I still wanna beat your ass.”

“Then do it darlin’. But don't expect me to just let you.”

You laughed, picking a fuzz off of his shawl before holding him tighter.

He pressed a small kiss onto your forehead and grabbed both of your hands. “It's so nice to see you again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Even though you were supposed to hate him. You sure did love that stupid cowboy.

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@tonberry-yoda

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Current headcanons for possible stobotnik boom!Stone

He works at/owns a coffee shop a couple towns over. Eggman was there to pick up a specific thing and decided to get coffee on the way out. It was love at first sight. Stone put a heart next to the name on the cup. The next few weeks sees a serious decrease of Eggman sightings and Sonic's feelings are a tad bit hurt. The team investigate and discover no, Eggman doesnt have a new nemesis, he's just utterly failing to flirt with this one barista and its painful to watch.

Eggman decided he cant rely on machines to handle everything for him after a few to many mishaps so he hires a personal assistant. Stone turns out not only to be super competent but half the time he's more efficient than the machines and he makes the best lattes. Theres a behind the scenes rivalry between Stone and a couple robots. Eggman has no idea he's crushing mega hard on Stone but everybody else knows. If Sonic has to hear one more rambling rant about "how great Stone is" he's gonna scream

Stone somehow inserts himself into Eggman's life. Nobody has any idea how it happened (well Sticks has a few theories). Including Eggman. He just showed up one day and never left

Stone opens a coffee shop that becomes a popular new hang out place. He's not much of a character but he is in most episodes. He can be seen serving coffee, staring longingly at Eggman from across the room, and chatting with costumers. Theres a unspoken rule about not damaging his shop during fights (his coffee is too divine. No one is willing to risk not being able to get some because he closed the shop down)

Villain Stone villain Stone villain Stone

Villain Stone who does like two attacks, is then invited by Eggman to join forces, and next thing anyone knows they're partners

Villain Stone who's trying to get Eggman's attention by making him jealous stealing his nemesis and becoming his rival

Stone gets one episode and then after that he's just occasionally seen in the background and given two lines. Stone moves to town (Sticks is convinced he's a government spy placed here to gather information) and as the only other human in town, Amy is convinced Eggman and Stone are destined to be together and she works nonstop to create romantic situations to trap them in. It somehow works. Eggman is constantly calling to reschedule fights because "i cant do thursday im going bowling with Stone"

Stone works as a government liaison. He's got a neutral relationship with both Eggman and team Sonic (even Sticks. She stops by his house to ask convoluted questions that he patiently answers or to spy on him) but seeing him usually means "uggggg what now" for all of them. Stone has a closet shrine filled with pictures of Eggman and the only people who know are Sticks and Knuckles. They dont talk about it

The government sends a group to the island to investigate something and everyone is super aggravated by all the red tape. Stone is the guy in charge. Eggman is pissed at the group and Stone in particular for grinding everything to a halt until Stone takes off his sunglasses and theres a cartoon "pretty girl hairflip" kinda thing when Eggman sees Stone's eyes for the first time. Now instead of stuttering and flushing in anger when talking to Stone he stutters and flushes because of butterflies. Stone and Shadow either have unexplained beef or are the kind of friends where you quietly stand together because you dont know anybody else here which is also unexplained. Either way its weird

(Oh what if Maria was one of the members of the group and thats why Shadow was hanging around oh great im going on a tangent now-)

(Or maybe Rouge is there and her and Shadow act like old friends. This is only relevant because Knuckles spends the whole episode looking at Rouge with heart eyes and theres a "get Knuckles a date" side plot)

[kkatastrophic]

Points:

Celeste as a victim would've been so fucking funny, imagine her last thoughts to being killed by somebody like Hiro, whom she noted was an idiot, who she already despised. Lmao omfg it would've make chapter 3 so bearable.

They made all the blackened look like people who would kill somebody... lucky in sdr2 Teruteru Chiaki and Gundham were there to subvert expectations kind of... (in gundhams case we just knew how nice he was despite his appearance)

And kiyondo, I'll talk about that absolute asshole later too when I have time.

And makoto.

The points you made are so valid, I love souda and would love to see him piss Makoto off. And make makotos next flaw to be just mad. Like Makoto "perfect" Naegi should've been given more flaws.

Imagine if he just lost his shit at Byakuya in the second trial for fucking with the body. But it was just "Byakuya why would you do this? Nvm I forgive you" like nobody mentions his actions afterwards? Whereas Hajime would humble lil bro so bad.

Im gonna talk a bit about Leon, but I'm.not Leon lore master so I might get stuff wrong, I'm also typing on phone which I find overly difficult when writing long paragraphs.

Leon:

Fanon: Leon is viewed a few different ways in the fandom.

Amazing design cool dude chill (the correct one)

or idiot for believing sayaka, lazy, not bothered to commit, annoying, greedy, just wanted to objectify sayaka, their relationship wasn't Canon, he didn't have genuine feelings for her, just wanted to use her, no reason for him to have any trauma, lazy character, (incorrect)

11037, redhead, ed sheeran hahahahhahaha

Canon:

Leon was a character whom we didn't get to know as well as we did Sayaka. But from what we saw it wasn't much.

Leons character relies on his ftes, execution, and of course the manga. Leon's execution shows us how much he hates baseball, and his ftes do too, but there's more to him than that.

We don't get to learn much about him throughout his time in the game, but here is a synopsis of his time, and points about him as a character.

As a kid, Leon was always exceptional at baseball, he played for multiple teams but was never bothered to show at practice. He knew he was the best, and if you're the best whathlete more do you need to learn? This doesn't necessarily make Leon a bad character, because once again, there's more to him than his skills.

People view him as a regular athlete, but shown in the manga, he hadba genuine crush on sayaka.

He was also incredibly patient with his cousin Kanon Nakajima who stalked him from a young age trying to get in the way of relationships with any females he had in his life. He would look after Kanon and even though she confessed her love for him over 50 times, he always politely declined. He stayed patient with her, invited her to hang out with him when she was alone, he somehow always understood her struggle, a love that he had not returned.

Maybe he knew how it felt because he saw Sayakas Idol band on TV.

If we timeskip to the killing game, Leon began talking more and more to sayaka, we can see on relationship charts she doesn't find him half-bad either. Leon also has interest in "Junko", but canonically has more interactions with Maizono.

He talks with her, and then decides to tell her abput the dream he's willing to work towards, not baseball.

Music.

Shes shocked to hear this, but Leon doesn't seem to notice the hardships that come with music.

The next time we see Leon in the game is when the class trial is explained, which is before "Junko" died.

But the manga explains his actions much better than the end of the chapter.

on the manga he goes to sayaka, he assumes she sent him the letter to either ask him out, or talk more about his music career.

When he gets there, Maizono ambushes him and tries to stab him. He grabs the closest thing near, the gold painted prop katana. Sayaka stumbles back and drops the knife. She picks it up and rushes to the bathroom. She knows the trick to the door handle. Leon doesn't.

While she is trapped inside, Leon runs to his dorm to get the screwdriver and unbolt the door.

In hindsight sayaka could've used this as an opportunity to escape, she knew she wasn't going to win with Leon, so why did she stay there?

Leon gets back and unlocks the door.

He tells her he isn't going to hurt her, and that he won't kill her as long as she puts the knife down.

Sayakas only thoughts are clouded with judgement, if she was thinking clearly she would listen to Leon, begging her to open the door. Telling her it would be alright, telling her things would be okay and that he wouldn't hurt her.

But she didn't.

Leon decided to push his way in, and in an attempt to stop sayaka, and grab the knife, they fought one last time. Before it slipped.

It slipped put of her grasp, his hand on the hilt, as he tried to tug it away he fell backwards, the knife was pushed into sayakas lower abdomen. ("That's not usually where a knife is kept..." - Ishimaru)

"SAYAKA!" He literally screams trying to help her, but knows its too late.

He then tries to clean up, thinking that he killed somebody and would soon graduate. He didn't know abput the class trial rules, so how would he know to clean the 11037 on the wall, it was a string of numbers he didn't know about.

The next day Sayaka is found dead and Monokuma explains the class trial rules.

After the search, Leon is found out and executed, dragged to the thing he hated most in life. The thing that he was going to drop out of. The thing he talked about with sayaka. The sport he was so naturally talented at, tormenting him. The faces he didn't know well enough being the last thing he saw.

Also, people say Leon's execution isn't that painful, but... DID YOU SEE HOW HARD HE HIT THE METAL POLE?! The only reason he was strapped in and Celeste and Mondo weren't in their executions was because his spine hit the pole and shattered, he was strapped in to stop him from falling down, and giving him the most pain and despair.

Little things we notice about Leon in the GAME are better than what we get in the TRIAL, the trial revolves around him! So we have to do a characters fte to understand them? But if Leon is displayed as scary arrogant and unlikeable, who would want to spend time with him?! In the trial we get moments of rage and despair... impatience when he gets caught, not admitting, not being kind... but...

Thats not how he treated Kanon, so why was it any different in the game?! He called people stupid, but he never did that to Kanon, or even his baseball team mates that he hated..

So wtf happened danganronpa?!

You should probably read the manga after playing chapter 1, it makes it so much better...

LEON LORE MASTER TM ADD SOME POINTS IN🔥🔥🔥🔥

Danganronpa Manga Rant- Leon and Sayaka:

@yukiteruakari told me about a Danganronpa Manga edition, and OH MY GOD!!! Thankyou so much for this bro omg.

I'm only up to "Junkos" impaling, but it's so much better than the one I have.

I'll put some screenshots below, and the link too because so far it's translated to English.

Why the Manga is better, what it could do for the fandom:

It gives Sayaka and Leon so much more development as characters and seeing as Mondos case is next we might get to see what they talked about in the sauna. (<- there are so many fan theories for that one, and I'm excited to finally get more lore.)

It's hard to be a Danganronpa fan in 2024 because it all happened 14, 12, and 7 years ago. So like... Spike aren't going to just start explaining more lore on twitter randomly because they feel like it, Danganronpa is done, but this manga helps us understand the killers motive.

If ALL of the fandom read it I'd probably assume the "Mondo Brother Killer >:(" cliche that some of the fandom define him as would be gone, because it has his POV instead of a Monokuma flashback and a shitty animated clip of him doing it "for no reason" other than being "strong-strong-strong-strong-strong" (from the canon game and animation 2014.)

LeoXSaya Rant, Manga>>>Animation:

And yes, Sayaka was revealed to be a bit more of a "snake" (she isn't btw) but her motives were humane and we only thought she wasn't because Makoto is the protagonist and wouldn't think bad about any of his friends.

It also gives Leon haters a reason to stfu and enjoy his character design and small role while it lasts, and it's better than playing his FTEs because he's just gloating about picking up chicks and being better than everybody at Baseball despite hating in from what I've seen.

Also, the art is just BETTER.

The dialogue is just BETTER!

They gave Sayaka a reason to invite Leon over. Because in the anime and game yes it's "wow Sayaka is so hot" on Leons part, but wouldn't that mean Leon would've been the person to invite her to HIS room instead?

But in the Manga they explain her thought process, anybody who hasn't read it will probably just go "Sayaka's dumb for inviting a STAR ATHLETE to try and kill!" but she's smart because if she had killed him she already had an alibi. "We were friends! We bonded over music and drank tea together!" or something... saying that, Sayaka couldn't WIN because Makoto knew about the room swapping ofc. And she'd leave evidence and whatnot.

*Sighs* The Animation Butchered Our Boys...:

(BOYS BECAUSE THE ANIMATION BUTCHERED SO MANY CHARACTERS AND GAVE THEM PISSY MOTIVES AND SHIT-)

I hate the anime alot, but the thing that PISSED ME OFF THE MOST (about 1-1 of the animation) WAS LEON'S REACTION. He was having a mental breakdown, which was fine and accurate... probably good as well instead of him screaming "stupid" then losing it halfway through the word and realising his fate quietly.

They give him a moment of remorse.

"I didn't want to... I mean she... she was tring to... kill me... right? I just... didn't know what else to do... okay...?" (quote end)

but then he gets mad.

I don't know about you, but on first watch this ruined it for me. "He's just screaming now..." like... it makes me mad for almost no reason.

He was about to have a very humane moment of "I didn't have a choice..." he's looking down at the pedestal thingy in the court, he's defeated, he's sad, he's been caught. He's in despair.

Then he yells at the others "you would've done the same thing in my shoes!"

And you know what the writers did instead of making him cry after that? Anything... would've been better, but this is the dam animation we're talking about...

"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE OKAY! THE CRAZY SKANK WAS GOING TO KILL ME, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

He did have a choice...

The manga gave him a choice, he tried to save Sayaka. Then he ended up killing her, ON ACCIDENT. That line alone contradicts the fact of any of that happening, he and Sayaka had just bonded hours earlier.

Like, this is my opinion and I've never heard anybody talk about this before, BUT THE WRITERS NEEDED TO WRITE LEON BETTER!!! The game wrote Leon fine, but the animation was a second chance at giving him development!

I liked him trying to escape the court room though. That was a nice touch that I don't think was in the game.

BUT BROOOOO HE CALLED SAYAKA A SKANK HOURS AFTER ADMITTING HE WAS CRUSHING ON HER, DANGANRONPA ANIMATION WHERE'S THE LOGIC!

Like, the scene made me so mad on re-watch and I can't pinpoint why!

Like instead of this: https://youtu.be/CbQ6McYz7U0?t=59

(Good animation though imo, the closeup expressed his emotions nicely-)

HAVE THIS THOUGH, THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER!

IT JUST HITS WAY BETTER-

Anyway, that's my rant of the day because why not.

The game itself had issues, but compared to the animation it was just so much better, and makes me want to give it a 7/10 instead of a 6...

[soyeah-anyways]

alright i want to talk about the huntlow discourse going on cause the hate is getting on my nerves and i think its time somebody really dove deep into why people are so goddamn pissed over this.

   so the huntlow ship started around early-mid of 2021 if im correct. and i think most people(including me) didn’t really care for the ship nor thought it made sense or was like a good ship if im being honest?(sorry to all of the early huntlow shippers lol). the ship was more of a “it probably wont ever happen but its just neat to think about.” i think the rarepair ships with hunter that were REALLY popular was probably goldric. i personally think that the only reason that ship was more popular was because of the fact that huntlow is a hetero ship(unless.. t4t?) and goldirc is just like,, white and conventionally attractive(also, edric is more loved by our fandom than willow, lets be honest, our plant baby is overlooked.) so even when the huntlow ship was first introduced it wasn’t recieved well by the fandom just cause its hetero and with a character that not many people really like too much. therefore, there was already a bias against it, so when any sport in a storm came out, it pissed people off, and now people are trying to justify hating on a ship for stupid reasons. what reasons? well,

    the age gap: so a lot of people are saying that the ship is problematic because of the age gap, i think that is completely ridiculous cause 1, the age gap isnt big? they’re both in high school and its only a 2 year difference, maybe if it was a 16 and 18 year old, i would be a tiny bit concerned?(even then, its so minor that i would still probably defend it lol), but thats not even the case, its literally a 14 and a 16 year old. 

people are trying to argue by saying “oh but looking at it from a psychological/emotional aspect, its too large of a gap!” ok? by that logic, it would actually go the other way around. with willow being more mature emotionally than hunter. if you think about it, hunter has been sheltered, abused, and manipulated his whole entire life and doesn’t know what its like to live the life of a normal teen, that must have stunted his emotional growth to some degree. whilst willow was able to live a pretty normal life, with a loving family, the worst thing she’s ever gone through was some bullying and a loss of a best friend. which even though that can be traumatizing, she still had the opportunity to heal and grow as a person. while hunter still has a ways to go. if anything, willow is the one who has the advantage over him. at the end of the day, the entire argument just doesn’t make sense. just let kids be kids please. 

    trauma and relationships: so another reason why people dislike this ship is because hunter isn’t emotionally stable enough to handle a relationship atm, and what he would really need instead is a friend(where was this convo when people were shipping goldric?? hmm??) now the thing with this argument is that i actually agree, in fact i believe that nobody should get into a relationship they aren’t mentally stable for, especially if they are teens, and to see that be depicted in a tv show would be a wonderful way to show how to actually have a healthy relationship. the only thing is, toh already broke that “rule” with lumity. think about it, amity was emotionally manipulated and controlled by her parents to the point where she suffered severely from it, but the show still decided that amity needed luz to heal instead of having her heal on her own. i personally believe that you shouldn’t need another person to heal, but a LOT of shows do this because the media depicts romance in a glamourized way(this is another convo i would like to have). 

so to me? seeing huntlow do the same thing doesn’t bother me, even though yeah, it can be problematic. yknow what the thing is though? this is a cartoon, a fictional tv show, with fictional characters, and even fictional problems. not everything in a show has to have some form of in depth philosophical analysis/ideas on society. while yes, it CAN be nice to see that, its unrealistic to have that sort of expectation on a children’s tv show. i could complain about the glamorization of romance all i want but at the end of the day, it doesnt change the fact that its nice to just want to see lovable characters get into shenanigans and be happy, and there for each other. as long as the two character involved aren’t being toxic or abusive towards each other, do the technicalities of the relationship between them really matter? that’s why when i hear people say “but hunter is traumatized!” i kind of just roll my eyes because they’ve already done the same thing with lumity, but it doesn’t change the fact that the ship is still CUTE and LOVABLE and SWEET. that’s it! the characters have a nice dynamic and if anything, they could just help each other heal from whatever trauma they have. its not that deep! just let people like what they like! huntlow is NOT problematic in any universe! 

    they are just hetero(t4t headcanon tho...): yeah, thats right, im calling you guys out. you’re just mad that a hetero ship is in your owl show. bro, literally, i swear some of you guys are so toxic. like not even kidding, im embarrassed to be a part of the lgbtqia+ community at this point! it kills me inside whenever i see toxic people acting like hetero ships are the end of the world. the worst part is, these are the exact same people to claim they have an open and respectful mind! No you don’t! People need to stop projecting their anxieties when it comes to their sexuality and gender identity onto fictional characters, and then get mad when said characters don’t meet their expectations on what “good” representation is! people already threw a hissy fit over lunter,  i don’t want the same thing to happen with huntlow!

at the end of the day, just learn to be respectful. please, some of you guys need a break from social media, you guys need to get outside and interact with people. its not fair that innocent people have to deal with your bullcrap for no reason. this is a kids show, nothing in that show is real, none of the characters are real. huntlow is just an innocent, cute little ship. why y’all gotta make it seem like it’s the end of the world. sorry for the long post, i just had to get this out because it’s literally KILLING ME INSIDE. anyways, ima go read some huntlow fanfiction. peace! 

(btw, it’s totally cool if you don’t ship huntlow, or you just see them as platonic! everybody has a right to their opinion, im just calling out the problematic people who don’t seem to get that through their thick skulls. i didn’t really ship huntlow at first watch of the episode either, so i get where people are coming from when they say that they just don’t think it’s that enjoyable. if you see hunter as gay or aro/ace, or you ship willow with boscha, that’s neat! you do you! just don’t get pissed off if dana likes huntlow posts, or the storyboard artists of toh make huntlow fanart. or heck, just seeing people like the ship in general.)

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)    +      AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH     +     don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

also - i gained a lot of new followers while i was gone and im sure some ppl want to be removed from my taglist SO: i am gonna start a new taglist!!! pls send me a message and let me know if you want to be on it bc after this post im starting fresh  !!!!!!!!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[varietaltiger23]

okayy hear me out, your writing is so wholesomeee. i’ve scrolled through everything and im wondering can i get sth for myself too 😭

chifuyu has a boyfriend and he’s damn tall, almost as tall as draken, but he looks thin, kinda pale, and so squishy (people want to pinch his cheeks 😫), like a big puppy ya know. everyone is teasing the shit out of chifuyu saying he’s the bottom (ofc he’s not 😈) and reader said nothing ‘bout that, even dared to chuckled at him (it pissed him off 🌝). poor chifuyu got all flustered, uhm so, he wanted to teach his baby boy a lesson about attitudeee. reader kneeling in front of him and taking his cock so well i-

feel like he’s gonna be the softest dom ever too.

also, you are doing great! please keep going. i feel so miraculous that i found your blog. thank you! 💗

I'm hearing but the fluff has honestly hurt my heart, I can't handle the little fluff smut I wrote cause it's just loving.

This has/contains : deep throating, bit of cock warming, prepping, honestly a but fluffy cause of how loving chifuyu is, I can be freak nasty but the moment I see fluff or write it I'm blushing and squirming like a middle schooler seeing their crush.

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Laughing, that's what chifuyu's closest friends were doing. Laughing about how he said he was the top.

Cause how could someone so short take you on. You're almost the same height as draken with only an inch separate and not only were you laughing oh no ,no, no you were making jokes about how high pitched chifuyu voice goes. In chifuyu defense you were just begging to get punishment and a nice reminder who tops who in the sheets and how to act in the streets.

That's why you're on your knees cock warming chifuyu as he watches with a blank stare. You had been still since you reached his base in hopes it would lighten his mood.

Guess it didn't since when you tried to start bobbing your head, he snapped at you to stay still and hold him in your mouth. Every part of your body ached from being in the same position for an hour.

"You enjoy making a joke outta me, bet everyone would be suprised to see you taking my dick with a trembling body." Chifuyu said as he grabbed his phone off of his bed and started scrolling through it.

So this was your punishment, cock warming him while he acts like you don't exist. The thought of using your tongue to caress the underlie of his dick seemed more and more arousing but what would the punishment evolve into.

Shit your dick hurt, maybe a small rut wouldn't hurt. Besides chifuyu was just having a fit so he can shove it. With the last thought you shove your lower body onto chifuyu foot and started rutting against his right leg while beginning to bob your head to give him some pleasure.

"You really think that's gonna help, if you stop rutting and put your back into it and I might fuck you" chifuyu said as he pushed your knees apart and pulled his legs away so you could rest in between his thighs.

With the promise of getting fucked, you start going faster allowing chifuyu to hear every gag and wet sound. Slowly trailing both hands up chifuyu with one resting and the other sneaking to massage his balls. The quicker chifuyu came then the quicker he would finally fuck you.

"Shit, shit, shit you better not think of even stopping if you don't want me to tie your ass up and leave you. " chifuyu warned as he thrusted up while letting a hand hover behind your head ready to hold you down when he cums.

Deciding now would be the perfect to start putting your tongue to work and letting it massage the underside until chifuyu finally brought his hand down. The grip of his hand would probably leave a little mark but that was the least of your worries after all now you had to swallow and focus on your surroundings.

Chifuyu watched intensely every gulp you made, even during punishments you're still so good. Always making sure he gets pleasure even when you're focused with your needs for a minute, you always think of him.

Chifuyu gently pulled you off his dick while caressing your face. And smiling as he watched you lean on him.

"You did so good, the best baby I could ever ask for. Now hop on the bed so I can get you prepped, just let on your back and I'll take care of everything else." Chifuyu whispered softly while helping you onto the bed by first picking you up and laying you down then left kisses everywhere he could reach while moving to rest between your legs.

Leading a trail of kisses from your ankle all the way down to your pelvis. Chifuyu gave one last look up and waited till you nodded to move his mouth so he could start prepping you. He started out with small licks and sucking until he decided he lubed the outside enough to start pushing his tongue inside.

"Need more fuyu, I can take it." Was the words he heard before he felt your legs move behind his arms to try and encourage him.

With confirmation from you, chifuyu started fucking you with his tongue and slipped his pointer and ring finger in while moving them in a scissor movement. You might hate how slow he's going but he rather have you stretched beyond hell thank to hurt his baby

Maybe he should just stay layed down here for a minute. It was nice, comfy, and he could feel every shudder and whine. He loved when he would feel the racking shudder letting him know he hit your prostate dead on but he would save those thoughts for maybe a round two. He still needed to fuck a good adittude into you after all.

You watched with anticipation as chifuyu pushed himself upward and jerkes himself a bit while he gazed down, watching every twitch and hip rolling.

Pushing on your stomach softly to still you while he slowly pushed in and stopping everytime you tried to push your hips towards him.

"Just relax baby, ill take care of everything. You did your part now I'm gonna do mine." Chifuyu said as he bottomed out and started a slow but deep pace.

Tonight would be a long one but at least you could remember every gentle touch and loving word.