#im not trying to be heartless honest

[natdafat]

So, like, I am genuinely cursed

I have horrifying face blindness, I once failed to recognise my best friend of 12 years because he got a new style haircut, and I can't remember people's names to save my life

The only saving grace is that I can remember people's voices... but even then. all I'm doing is recaling a voice without a face or a name

[snekdood]

I've never really actually cared about smearing my ex. I only ever wanted to clear my name and draw vent art to an audience i *thought* was removed from them. I didn't think anyone they knew or knee them were still watching me online so i felt like it was okay to finally draw vent art. Art that would only emotionally move them to actually give af about what they did but i felt was vague enough that people wouldnt trace it back to them. And then someone did, and then they wrote a whole callout post about me, which i was anticipating for years, but before that, theyve been for years building this image of me, where they know their audience knows theyre talking about me, theyve been trying to paint me as the abuser for years so that when they did call me out, people could refer to their comic and see "evidence" im bad because i guess thats evidence somehow??? Whatever the case. I feel like ive only been trying to clear my name since they started this. I never wanted it to devolve into this me vs them thing but they seemed to start off that way by default with me. I felt like i had to lay out everything they did to defend my point that i know what im talking about, im not crazy, and maybe listen to me because i might be right when i talk about myself specifically. The fact its gotten to this point is so stupid to me. It would have been so much easier for them to just drop the narrative of painting me as this horrible shitty person but no apparently we had to drag it all the way out to this point. I hate feeling like i have to constantly defend myself because theres a whole narrative about me thats entirely different from who I am. I hate that i felt like i needed to compile all this evidence that im innocent especially since even if i had direct evidence of their abuse people would still somehow find a way to dismiss it. All of this has been a waste of time but i guess so long as they get to throw my name in the trash and shit on it nothing else matters.

[poppy-metal]

dbf pat beating the fuck out of your cheating asshole douchebag boyfriend. im talking so bad it's like that scene from jennifer's body where they say the guy jen killed looked like "lasagna with teeth"

my tip will get sticky stop.... protective older patrick..... nevermind the guy is pretty much in the same vein he used to be in college - he needs to be a heartless sack of shit to someone other girl. not you. putting a bag of iced peas on his knuckles for him later, patrick thought you'd be smiling ear to ear. these days - any proof that patrick cared about you, you took in stride. when he gave an inch - you took it as a mile, and all that.

but your bottom lip is jutted out and you look sad and you have tears teetering on your lashes like raindrops and he fucking hates it when you cry. "fuck that guy." because thats what you're upset about. "dont cry over him."

but you shake your head - dart your eyes up to his face and sniffle. you lift the frozen peas to look at the red, inflamed flesh of his knuckles. frown at it and press the pack back down. "you got hurt over me." you tell him. you wont look at him now, even though he ducks his head to try and catch your eyes. "m'always causing you trouble." you sound like you're about to cry over it.

and well. "sure fucking do." but he hooks the stool you're sitting on and jerks it closer to him when you blink and make to stand up. you fall back on your ass when you're brought in, letting out a squeak. this time when patrick hooks his chin down, you meet his gaze with yours. "but I'm an adult - "

"so am i -"

"- barely. dont interrupt me. I mean. im the responsible party here. i could make you fuck off. but I don't."

you look at his lips. wet and pink and you wonder what the scruff of his stubble would feel like against your jaw. so different from the baby soft chin of her ex she's used to. a mans mouth. a mans lips on hers. a mans tongue inside her mouth.

"but you dont." you echo, leaning closer to him. he smells so good. like something intensely.... male. sweat but good sweat. something minty. cologne? it made your mouth water. his hand in your lap with the frozen peas flexes as you draw nearer. "you should just give in -"

a hand comes up, his finger halting your mouth from getting closer. he keeps it there for a second, before his palm skates down your throat - and his hand wraps around your neck.

"you really want me to fuck you?" he says, almost to himself. he sounds like hes really just realizing that for the first time, even though you've made that obvious for awhile now. so you dont answer, you just look at him. like, duh, dude. he exhales. his thumb presses into a pulse point on your throat. "you'd let me do whatever the fuck i wanted to you."

thats not a question. you swallow. he feels the motion under his palm. feels the spit travel down your throat.

"it turned me on so much to see you beat my boyfriend up." you breathe, honest. "im still wet over it."

"hes not your boyfriend." his hand tightens momentarily around you. his eyes are hard on yours. he's serious about that. no fucking around. "you go back to him and I'll beat your ass instead of his next time for being fucking stupid."

your lashes flutter. you inhale. he probably knew what threatening you like that did to you. he probably knew your little cunt just flooded with slick at the tone of his voice - at the mere threat of his hands on your ass.

you lick your lips, "yes sir."

he breathes out a quiet, 'shit.' dropping his hand from your throat. he pulls his injured hand from your lap. it'd stopped hurting ages ago. it'd just felt nauseatingly good to be doted on. he was fucking sick.

you watched him as he stood up, ran a hand through his hair.

you asked, "when are you gonna give me what i want?"

and he looked at you. jaw working side to side. you sounded so goddamn sure of yourself. like it was only a matter of time. like it was inevitable that he'd fuck you.

he needed a fucking cigarette.

"go to bed, you fucking brat."

he brushed by you - because you'd managed to needle your way into spending the night at his again. he was already fishing a pack out of his pocket, tapping a cigarette free when you called out behind him, "you have a really great ass!"

he knew he did. he threw a glare at you over his shoulder, cigarette dangling between his lips. you giggled.

[thatgirlri]

“HeartLess”

Toxic bf!Sukuna X Fem!reader headcannons

TW: NSFW Mentions MDNI, one sided love, Yall this is Toxic- im sorry 😭

A/N: let’s be honest, we all knew this was coming-

💕 Sometimes, love will have you wondering how the hell did you get where you are because there’s simply NO way.

💕Sukuna..where can I even begin, this man has a way with words and a way to always keep you running back even though you wanna run far away, and Even if you do wanna run away he’ll find you and drag you back.

💕 how did a soft lover girl end up with such a cold man? God you ask yourself the same question sometimes.

“No! No fuck you! I can’t fucking do this anymore! You don’t fucking care about me”

“Tsk, you’ll be back. Like always so go. Walk out that fucking door I dare you”

💕 does he even care? Probably not, Yet you? Trying to leave always ends up with you coming back so he was right, and he would be their with that same shit eating smirk and low voice rumbling in your ear

“Such a stupid girl..you know you can’t live without me”

💕 It’s such a cycle, you fight with him, you try to leave, you can’t and then yall have the most heated sex. His cock deep inside of you, reminding you as to why you can’t leave, whispering that you belong to him and only him. And then the next morning your back wrapped into his arms, face pressed against his chest as his hands lay wrapped around your waists all for it to happen again and again and again.

“..I love you..”

“As you should, woman.”

💕 He never says it back, in fact, if he ever said it back it must means the world is about to fucking explode. Some days you don’t even bother with trying to get him to say it back because it always ends up in a pointless argument.

“So..you can’t say it back?”

“Why should I have too?”

“What? im your girlfriend..and you never say it to me..do you even love me?”

The question was met with an eye roll, and him brushing you off with a smack of his teeth.

“Find yourself something safe to do instead of trying to argue with me.”

💕 And if yall live together it’s only worse. He comes home late, never texting you back, always out doing what he wants to do and when confronted he always claims that jealousy doesn’t suit you. But you aren’t jealous, you just want someone who cares, but do you say anything? Nope.

💕 Overall, this man is toxic for you, and deciding to leave is a death wish but staying is Slolwy tearing you apart bit by bit.

[cyybercyko]

Can I ask for Kyoko Kirigiri with an Ultimate Liar Reader?

Like Eva Tsunaka from Project: Eden's Garden🍎

Oooh !!! This is such an interesting request ! <3 I will try my best , since I'm not too familiar with Eva but I have looked into her and I will try my best to capture her and Kyoko's personality !! Enjoy , salsa-merengue !

Edit: IM SORRY THIS TOOK ACTUALLY FOREVER IVE BEEN SO FRIGGIN BUSY AND IM TRULY TRULY SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS😭😭💔

KYOKO KIRIGIRI X GN!READER LIKE EVA TSUNAKA

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★ You always seemed like a liar . To people you were cold and harsh, lying for your own sake and selfish .

★ Kyoko, however, understood much better than everyone you couldn't build yourself up enough to trust .

★ Well, to be completely honest it took quite the process to trust her . You kept your distance from everyone . You weren't known for something . . you didn't want to be .

★ Kyoko could very well see through your lies . She doesn't goof around, you know . She knows not all these lies you speak are malicious , though .

★ With how perceptive and heartless she seemed to be, it was only a matter of time before you could trust her a bit . She didn't put her emotions and beliefs first, just like you .

★ "No need to lie, (S/O)," she whispered .

★ "I'm not lying , only if you perceive that I am lying, that is fully up to you," your smooth, cold voice flowing out like a rocky waterfall .

★ She grumbled . "I know you are,"

★ "that is up to you,"

★ You two were so alike in the most different ways, it was hard to get anywhere in a conversation .

★ She seemed this conversation went no where and she just continued the case,

★ "This room is the girl's right ? How come Chihiro is a boy . . I thought you would be shot to death if you entered the opposing gender's room,"

★ You whispered, "So did I, but I didn't know Chihiro was a boy,"

★ She grumbled, "Yes , yes you did, you were right there . . you liar,"

★ You slightly, softly smiled . "That's my talent , isn't it ?"

★ She smiled , sort of the same way you did . "You're right ,"

. . .

★ "Enough with this, we should keep inspecting," she mumbled . You soon nodded as you started to speak, "according to the photograph, Genocide Jack would crucify their victims, just like Chihiro ,"

★ You tilted your head and looked poor Chihiro up and down, "They also only kill men, so that obviously implies Chihiro was not a woman," Kyoko responded .

★ "Are we sure Genocide Jack is with us? Are we sure it's even Genocide Jack, our culprit ?" You whispered. "We don't know for sure . It's only a matter of time before we truly know who the culprit is, S/O ."

~~~ ♡ Class Trial ♡ ~~~

★ Well, the entire time it was mostly you and Kyoko solving the mysteries of this case with pure grace .

★ Soon enough Makoto caught on . He depicted the culprit, Mondo .

. . . and soon enough this trial has came to a close, so has this chapter . But first, it's all thanks to you and Kyoko .

★ Somehow, you two bonded . But why somehow ? Oh, that's only from another's perspective .

★ You two knew each other like a book .

~~~ ♡ ~~~

A/N : okay okay . . . I hope you liked that one, salsa-merengue ! I tried my best to capture Eva's personality to reflect onto our dear S/O . I also wanted to see how this would play out in chapter 2 !

This was a fun one to write !! <3 I truly like this request, and I hope you do too !

sorry if it doesn't seem up to par with Eva, I tried my best lol

Have a great day and enjoy, salsa-merengue ! And for the rest of you gang, enjoy your day too !

[ CYYBER ]

~~~ ♡ ~~~

[mellohiizz]

Heh.... guess whos back to yap even more.... (its glitchduo anon) if this is too long and you dont want to reply thats totally cool however i saw you were interested in ashs character and i just HAD to assist...

(Everything neg here is about the characters not ccs btw, most of it is /aff anyways :3)

Ok so im assuming you know the general gist of s4 which is kind of all i know about it aside from like one or two vods ive fully watched. You also probably know about swagdoons which are the enemies to lovers (sometimes) of lifesteal and they try to kill each other but kiss afterwards..... they are the yaoi ever but ill try to be less insane about them to keep this rant focused

most of my REAL info about ash is from mid s5 and s6 which is when i started watching streams more than the videos, however i know he tries to portray himself as the big scary villain in s4 but honest to god he was apologizing PROFUSELY for the smallest things that guy is NAWT a truly heartless villain although he is pretty selfish and greedy but. Well:

before getting into his character i thought he like fully hated everyone, would never try to help someone else, was a general asshole etc etc but the more i paid attention to him the more i realized that yeah i guess he is those things but there is at least one person he gives a shit about (squiddo) and by god does he care a LOT about her

he also is pretty pathetic actually.... when his peace thing in s5 didnt work out he immediately went back to trying to be evil and selfish in s6... hmm its almost like he reverts back to hating everyone before they think hes a loser hmmm... its also really funny because this guy can BARELY pvp so he's very all or nothing on his dramatic gestures (eg he cant take over the server with pvp so he does it with the wormhole which imo is 500% more impressive, although i dont know very much about pvp)

despite him being pathetic he is def a force to be reckoned with, hes very idle until provoked and the provokation is usually out of spite and malice but that guy will stop at Nothing to get what he wants once he has a good enough motive (and doesnt have collage work)

he also gives me false god vibes but like... hes sort of AWARE hes a false god but does not want to admit it At All. i think its really interesting that the season after he became god he was made a host for a god (he actually confirms hes possesed by the commisioner/overseer/lifesteallord when he talks as them btw absolutely wild) and i think it would be cool if that was intentionally to like. Humble him. Show him a real god, not just an immortal guy with flying powers

(This is a little more of a headcanon but i think its feasable) i think that since his s5 loss, being his first major loss in any season ever, hes lost a sense of self in lifesteal, sitting in his house thats too big with empty walls and emptier reasoning. not to mention hes teamless and his only ally/friend is squiddo and thats not even official 😭😭

so yeah my guy is Going Through It... someone get this man hot chocolate and a warm blanket or maybe a picnic with his Best and Only Friend 🙁🙁

(Oh yea if you want a general idea of s5 onwards and dont have time for streams or really long cinematic videos i would recommend squiddos videos on it, theyre rarely over 15-20 minutes and there are only seven right now so you can get through them in a few days if you're REALLY crunched for time ^_^)

hello again glitchduo anon!! giggles i kind of know some general lore?? but mostly out of things i see on here about it, or like clips/vods i'm able to watch when i have time? so yeah... ash's character is very interesting to me, and honestly, what you said about him aligned pretty well with what i did see of him, but like... not in lifesteal, but the character he played in spoke's unstable videos. bro was literally begging for attention and alliance, and then turned around and BOOM twist villain jumpscare he's actually evil... he was acting off the whole time (ignoring mapicc, probably because he knew mapicc was harder to manipulate, and being very obnoxious about getting close to spoke in particular), so that checked out (sorry, i can yap about unstable for so long, im so insane about it) but yeah, i really really enjoy watching him do his thing, and i want to study him in a lab like a weird microorganism or something definitely was getting the false god vibes too btw from i did see of him in lifesteal (which was mostly just other people's vods) actually the whole being host of a god sounds so interesting?? that's definitely the first time i heard about something like this and i love everything having to do with possessions and stuff like that definitely one of the top characters i actually want to know more about (second close is minutetech i'd say) and don't worry, i really like reading what you send in, it actually helps a lot and it's very interesting!! the moment i opened my inbox and saw a lot of text i was like "oh yeah i know who this is from" (/hj/aff btw) thank you for taking the time to give me more knowledge i guess :33 !!

[mommyownsmee]

Hi there! I just stumbled across your answer and I have to thank you again. Im not sure if there’s enough thank yous in the world that I could say to you. Thank you so much for seeing me as person with a racing thoughts in my head that is trying to take responsibility and not just as a mess walking around and ruining everything.

If I’ll be honest I never had talk such as this with someone. I was always to have this talk with my girls because I was too scared of hurting them. So I always bottled it up but that never ends up good. And it always ended up with me having bigger mess in my head than I already did.

As I was sitting in my therapy we found out that the sex life will be more difficult than we thought. And relationships too because I build way too much walls around me. But I feel like it’s important to mention that I’m not heartless Monstrum or someone who doesn’t give flowers or who is scared to give love. I have a huge issues with receiving it.

Because, I have a first answer for my question.

I figured out that Im switch4switch and verse4verse. I need to do everything and I need to be everything. Fucked from behind and have my holes fucked that the dildo comes through my mouth (a joke) and I need to fuck my partner like a rabbit in heat. I need to be a mommy and fuck my partner and I need my partner fuck me senseless while I’m called a good girl as I sob. I need to be in a top and I need to be on the bottom. I need to receive what I give. I need to dom and I need to be dommed and I need to sub and I need a sub all in one.

And I need it outside of sexual life too. I need to follow them around like a lost bunny in my cute dress and then the next day I’ll take the lead.

The question of my physical attraction was actually never a question for me. I don’t care if you are femme, fem, masc, butch, or don’t have any style or do them all. At the end of the day I need switch and verse.

But I always met with girls who through the relationship found out that they’re pillow princess or only subs (which good for them) and since that I have a huge issue with receiving. I been reassured many times that it wasn’t because I’m ugly or bad but because I made them feel safe enough to come out of the shell. Which I’m happy for them but now my mind is unfortunately telling me something else.

And I thought that I can be with sub and pillow princess and just ignore my sub side and bottle it up but unfortunately I really can’t.

But the answer for my first question leads me only to more questions. Because will I even like sex? I had one crush and I still do on a girl I saw only four times and the last time I saw her in December 2023! I don’t get my pussy wet from others and I don’t feel my heart skip a beat when I look at other girls/ lesbians. I know I’m definitely on the asexual spectrum but that only leads to, again, I do have a huge problem with receiving but I do very much know I want to receive.

Im so happy and glad I could talk to you about this because I swear to god that you’re only one of those blog that doesn’t have sex only on their brain. And it’s just so nice and refreshing to read. Thank you so much for who you’re and for the way you talk with others.

A beautiful mix? Well… from me being switch and verse and presenting both feminine and masculine… you’re kinda right. (Not sure if beautiful). When I was a kid I was listening way too much to “Best of the both worlds” apparently 😭

Aaah this is way too long now. I’ll short it. I would get Reddit but idk how to use it and it looks scary. I started a new sport and that’s swimming and I’m very good at it. My mental health god worse (but that will be better, fr I know it). I’ll continue letting it unfold naturally cuz due to that I was able to get an answer.

Sending so much love back and thank you so much for everything and mostly for understanding and being able to hear all of my bullshit and see me through them.

Hey there sweetheart, 𝒙𝒙

Your message left me speechless. I can feel the weight of everything you’ve been carrying, and I’m truly honored that you—again—felt comfortable enough to share more of it with me.

First, let me tell you that you are so much more than just a “mess walking around ruining everything.” What I see in your words is someone who’s incredibly introspective, someone who’s actively working through complex feelings and experiences to try to make sense of it all. That kind of work takes strength, and I see that strength in you. You’re not just someone with “racing thoughts,” you’re someone who’s aware of your thoughts, who’s questioning and exploring them instead of letting them define you. That’s not something a “mess” does—that’s what someone strong and deeply human does.

It must be incredibly hard not to have had these kinds of conversations with your friends and partners, especially out of fear of hurting them. That’s a heavy burden to bear on your own. Bottling up feelings may feel like a way to protect others, but I know from what you’ve shared that it’s been more harmful to you in the long run. You’re carrying so much internally, and it’s understandable that it feels overwhelming. The fact that you’re now able to articulate what’s going on in your head—about sex, relationships, and even your struggles with receiving love—shows that you’ve been doing a lot of deep thinking. That’s not easy, but it’s such an important step toward understanding yourself better.

When you mentioned that therapy uncovered how difficult things like sex and relationships might be for you, especially with the walls you’ve built, I felt that. It’s not easy to break down those barriers when they’ve been your safety net for so long. But you really are not a “heartless monster.” In fact, the way you talk about wanting to love and be loved is the opposite of that. You’re not afraid of love; you’re just someone who needs it to be reciprocal, balanced, and meaningful. The issue isn’t that you’re incapable of love—it’s that you’ve struggled with receiving it in the ways that feel safe and right for you.

Your description of what you need, both sexually and emotionally, is so detailed and layered. The fact that you’ve figured out you’re switch4switch and verse4verse is such a powerful realization. I think a lot of people don’t fully grasp how important it is to feel both sides of the dynamic in relationships. You’re not just looking for someone to be one thing—you need them to meet you in all the spaces you occupy, whether that’s being dominant or submissive, top or bottom, taking charge or following along. And it’s okay to need all of those things. It’s okay to want to be the one who’s following someone like a “lost bunny” one day and then taking the lead the next. You don’t have to fit into just one box or role—your needs are dynamic, and that’s a beautiful thing.

I can see how frustrating it must have been to be with people who realized over time that they were only subs or pillow princesses, leaving your needs unmet. It’s great that they felt safe enough with you to figure that out, but I completely understand how that could leave you feeling like you were left hanging, without getting the fulfillment you need. It makes sense that this would build up a fear of receiving. You’ve been reassured that it’s not about you being “ugly or bad,” and while that’s comforting, it doesn’t make the hurt go away. When people leave you feeling like your needs aren’t important or that they can’t be met, it can definitely make you question yourself. But please know this: it’s not because you’re asking too much. What you’re asking for—a partner who can match your energy in all its forms, someone who can give and take in equal measure—is entirely valid.

The fact that this realization has led to even more questions is so understandable. I think it’s so natural to wonder, will I even like sex? when there’s so much complexity to it for you? The idea of not feeling that instant attraction or physical desire except for this one girl you’ve had a crush on makes sense too, especially if you’re on the asexual spectrum. You can know you want to receive and still have a complicated relationship with how to get there, especially when you’ve been met with so many barriers in the past. There’s nothing wrong with that—it just means you’re still learning about yourself and figuring out what really works for you. The fact that you’re questioning all of this shows how deeply you’re trying to understand who you are and what you need, and that’s something to be proud of.

I’m genuinely moved by your kind words about me not being one of those blogs with “sex on the brain.” I try really hard to meet people where they are, and it’s so important to me that you felt seen and understood. The way you described yourself as a “beautiful mix” of feminine and masculine, of switch and verse, is honestly such a wonderful way to describe the complexity of who you are. It reminds me that none of us fit neatly into one category, and it’s okay to embody both sides of yourself. Whether it’s being “beautiful” in the traditional sense or not, I think there’s something inherently beautiful about being able to balance and embrace those different aspects of yourself. And hey, I’d say listening to “Best of Both Worlds” as a kid probably helped you understand that balance early on!

Lastly, I’m really proud of you for starting swimming—it sounds like a great way to take care of yourself, especially while navigating everything else in your life. Mental health can be a rollercoaster, and I know you’ve mentioned it’s gotten worse lately, but I’m glad to hear you’re confident it will get better. I believe it will too. You’ve been through so much already, and the fact that you’re still here, still questioning, still growing—it’s proof that you’ve got the strength to come through this.

You’re not alone in any of this. I’m here, and I see you for who you really are: someone full of depth, love, and desire for connection, who’s just trying to find the right balance in all the complexity. You’re worthy of finding that balance, of being with someone who gets you, and of receiving love in all the ways that feel right to you.

Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me, and know that I’m sending so much love and understanding your way.

Take care of yourself, and don’t ever stop being the beautifully complex person that you are. ♡

[uppity-cracker]

You know what, I was going to wait, but I honestly can't at this point. You need to know my thoughts directly - I don't give a damn how blunt, rude, or heartless this is of me, nonetheless if you show Arsen.

You fucked up. It don't matter if it's accidental or not to me, because you were always really fucking manipulative. You tried to fucking GASLIGHT me. Because I GOT TRIGGERED, essentially. And, for the record, I'm pretty sure we both know you knew, or if not, it should have been evident by how I was behaving, and how couldn't form my thoughts or piece my words together. Almost as if i was going through a paranoid episode from stress, and you have seen that before.

You reap what you sow. I care for you as little as you ever fucking cared for me; not even a fucking drop.

You aren't about to fucking guilt trip people, because it's not their fault for what you chose.

These are your actions. They're in your hands. Not the others. Even if I fucking hate the majority of the s'day'paras now.

I truly wish you a 'rot in hell' - regardless if you choose to kill yourself or not. And this isn't me saying you should, I'm just tired of you trying to pull shit constantly.

im sorry if i gaslit you but from my perspective what you were saying genuinely didn't feel true. im sorry i triggered you further, i really didnt know. i saw posts about mania but nothing about triggers. im going to be honest ive never really been able to understand you well, and thats not on you. i just dont think thats something to use against me really

i was just gonna keep quiet, i didnt want it to come to this or guilt trip people. but almost every day i see someone new calling me gross or a monster or a hidden enemy, and lots of my own triggers. every day. because of something i said while i was triggered in a very bad state.

that post really didnt have much to do with you, you thought i was a bad person before it all went down and thats fair. im mostly talking about the endless harassment and triggers ive faced.

this doesnt have much to do with you but im still sorry, and i mean it. ive done bad shit to you. i dont expect you to forgive me to make me feel better but. idk. maybe ill get a good spot in hell? (id like to stress thats a joke im not apologizing for my benefit, if i didnt mean it i wouldnt do it at all. you hurt me and my friends a lot).

[blvdymary]

This Jonathan fic you wrote, oh my goodness I love this fic. The master of fear himself looking at the fear and bad memories that he conjured up in the reader. and instead of his usual behaviour of analysing the subjects fear or of getting a kick out of it. Instead he sees that this is not right and this is not okay to immerse someone vulnerable in that fear and he actually chooses to be humane and to help and try to restore calm to her.

" Needless to say, you weren't expecting Crane, one of the most heartless men in Gotham, to be holding you close to his chest when you woke up. You looked up at him but he stopped you, pulling you closer to his chest as he spoke in a more soft and gentle voice. “Everything is going to be alright, it wasn't your fault.” And at that moment you knew there was good in bad people, and people were willing to listen to you. For once." Im sorry if this is tmi I hope its not but csa happened to me and this bit of your writing here hit so hard

Girl there is no tmi between me and anyone, I’m free to discuss any topic at any given time so if you ever feel like you need to talk to someone I’m here!!! Also, I’m glad you enjoyed it, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to add this topic as the ‘trauma’ for the reader since it is something that happened to me personally too, but needless to say, I’M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT. 😭

Also I am so sorry you experienced something like that, no one ,and I strictly underline it, NO ONE deserves or should go through something as traumatic as that. Everyone is valid and there is no comparison between people. (some really need to understand that.) “oh mine is worse—“ Yours is valid so is mine, we should not compare traumas because it is not a competition. Please, for anyone reading this don’t forget that you are valid. 🤍

[ajoytobeheld]

The films of the year! (last year)

January 11th, 2010

Here in no particular order is my fail safe opinionated and completely flawed list of films I enjoyed the most last year. There are a lot of films I did not see, so for all “A Serious Man” and “Antichrist” lovers IM SORRY I DIDNT GET AROUND TO WATCHING THEM! They are on my ilovefilm list, honest. There are also some films missing which I thought were okay, but did not find them as effecting as others, e.g “Let The Right One In” and “Up” but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy them, it just means I am a heartless bitch. Also my memory sucks so I probably left loads out too.

Drag me to hell!

An entertaining B movie pastiche of disgustingness and stupidity with Mr Raimi returning to his “Evil Dead” esque horror comedy roots after the awful “Spiderman 3.” Plus the heroine does battle with a evil handkerchief, and we all love it when linen goes bad.

Moon

Starring lots of Sam Rockwells and Kevin Spacey’s REALLY creepy voice, it’s budget allowed special effects which make “Red Dwarf” seem sophisticated but is a highly original and character driven Sci-Fi film. Yes, it was made by David Bowies son.

Zombie land

Best Bill Murray cameo I can remember.

Inglorious Basterds

This film got bafflingly average reviews despite the fact it is a complete return to form after the film about Kirk Russel killing women WITH HIS CAR!

The acting displayed from Christoph Waltz would make Daniel Day Lewis weep into his cobblers shoes, and the  scene in which the “Basterds” are undercover in the German bar….I was literally hanging off my seat, about to fall unto the floor, gripping the chair of the arm scared…..it was unrelentingly good. Even my mum liked it, and her favorite film is “Shirley Valentine.”

The Hurt Locker

This Katherine Bigelow piece tracks a bomb defusal squad in Iraq and although I am unsure about its slightly one sided patriotic message, it is still an educational, gripping and somewhat disturbing insight into the American army.

Frost/Nixon

One of my favorite films of last year, I knew little to nothing about Watergate or Nixon himself and this film made me learn things which normally I hate! plus Michael Sheen is always an incredibly watch-able and charismatic presence.

Star Trek

It could have sucked, it could have been a sacrilegious experience, but it was entertaining and sensitive to its origins.

Where The Wild Things Are

This is a incredibly brave and incredibly heartbreaking film which shows that Mr Jonze does not bend to the will of studios, it explores the confusion of childhood so perfectly and really pulls the “Stand By Me” esque punches. Perfect. BRING TISSUES.

In The Loop

I love Armando Iannucci very hard, plus its nice to know what “My Girl” is up to. The political ramifications this film depicts are also somewhat terrifying.

Hunger

I love Michael Fassbender very hard as well, and this biopic of political prisoner and hunger strike participant Bobby Sands is a uneasy viewing experience… he was also great in the disturbing “Eden Lake.”

Milk

A heartbreakingly beautiful biopic with the guy from High School Musical.

Public Enemies

There was something about this which sparked me despite its glaring errors and flaws (e.g filming on digital and Christian “continually disappointing” Bale.) I think its the unrelenting charisma of Marion Cottilard and Johnny Depp.

Coraline

A incredibly terrifying “kids” film with wreaths of imagination and darkness to boot.

My Least Favourite Film of the Year: (500) Days of Summer. It has to be seen to be believed how try hard and awful it is. I would recommend going out and watching it right now, honestly. Do it.

Ellen x

[84s]

maybe im being so controversial rn but to be honest I think jesse armstrong also hates women so much because why would you put like 1 lead woman character and then try to make me hate her more and more with every fucking episode bruh come on. I really tried but come on . Yes all of these characters suck and im not supposed to support any of their actions but you cannot deny shiv has done some insanely fucked up things and it is very hard for me to feel sympathy for her at all or feel like she has served any narrative purpose besides fucking over everyone in her life repeatedly and selling her own family out when it matters the most. there is so little emotional depth to her character it's stunning and i don't fault sarah snook at all for the way her character was painted in the show or the lack of attention the writers/showrunners gave her i think she is a phenomenal actress and i loved what she specifically brought to the show!!!!!!!!!! it's just soooo fucking frustrating to see such a stereotypical flat character paraded as progressive or interestingly written like it's not the same shit as every other show with a token villain edit woman lead... And dont even try to say idk what im talking about.because first of all for example skyler white is my favorite breaking bad character I WANT TO LOVE ASSERTIVE FEMALE CHARACTERS sooooo bad they just have to be written with some kind of emotional complexity!!!! being outwardly evil 100% of the time except when you're pretending to be nice to fuck people over is not what i want to fucking see!!!!! it is soo so so so so maddening as a woman to see this trope play out in every tv show ever that i ever watch it's like every male in the industry writing a woman has to pick between calculating heartless manipulative bitch housewife and quirky zany weird but fuckable bitch girl next door type . Please god i would love to see critical analysis of this shit. You dont have to root for the poorly written women just bc theyre #girlbosses. You CAN and SHOULD dislike the way they are written and characterized and you should be mad about it and at the men who write them most of all

[siiiilver]

if y’all know any pathological liars or like, the kinda people that would unapologetically make good intentioned people cry on purpose, drop them now

[chvnnie]

Heyy

Could you do a Lee know smut in their car and he has a daddy kink and nipple kink

It’s A Scream, Baby!

lee minho x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his “play thing” once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the movie is boring, you’re needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?

a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, i’m making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal

The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?

If you were being honest, you didn’t really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?

Oh, who gives a shit?

Minho’s low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.

Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.

It wasn’t a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.

So that’s how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.

Huh. So he was guilty.

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasn’t joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.

Key word: almost.

Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.

He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.

You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hi.” You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hi.” He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. “Having a good time?”

You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. “Yeah. Kinda bored, though.”

He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. “I’m sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?”

“No, we can stay for the other two. I just…” the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? It’s not like you haven’t made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.

“Just what?” Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. “You gotta tell me, baby.” He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. “I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.

“I just need you to make me feel good.”

The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.

“See? That wasn’t hard.” His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. “You know I’ll always take care of my baby.” He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. “Up.”

Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

“Yes. All night, Min-“

At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not my name, is it, baby?” He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.

You shook your head, a string of no’s falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.

“What is it? Come on, say it. I really don’t feel like punishing you tonight-“

“Daddy.” You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. “You’re Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good girl.” His voice was low, and if you weren’t already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. “Always the most perfect play thing for me, aren’t you?”

While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didn’t have a “favorite” part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldn’t touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.

Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. “Hold.” He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.

“F-fuck.” You whined, back arching with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-“

You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.

He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. “Squeezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?”

All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.

Minho got the hint.

“Oh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, baby?” He asked, a large smile on his face. “Gonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.

Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.

Fuck, Minho was incredible.

You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minho’s sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.

“Fuck.” He said, turning to meet your gaze. “That was one hell of a scream, baby.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[anzulvr]

˖˚₊ ★ KARMA AKABANE CHARACTER ANALYSIS by anzulvr hehe ★₊ ˚ ₊

SPOILERS AHEAD ! ! <3 ALSO SORRY ITS LONG

“SADISTIC” 01

People oftentimes interpret Karma as violent and even delinquent-like which isn’t completely true, he does get into fights and sure he shoves spices up peoples noses LMFAO BUT he doesn’t do anything like that unprovoked, firstly why did he get sent to 3-E in the first place? He got into a fight with a bully from main campus, he beat him up because he believed he was doing the right thing, keep that in mind because it’s a reoccurring theme.

He wants to kill Korosensei because he doesn’t want the hard work of his classmates to go to waste, he doesn’t want his own to go to waste and most of all he didn’t want Korosensei’s lessons and efforts to go to waste, He thinks wanting to save him is selfish. Karma isn’t heartless we know he cares about his classmates and even though he cares about Korosensei as much as anyone else in 3-E he has to kill him because In his eyes it’s the right thing to do. He’s willing to sacrifice ANYTHING to follow his moral compass, he was willing to risk his life for an attempt (his final solo attempt on Korosensei) and his relationships when it was time to make the decision.

CC: “There will never be another place like this, not ever. No one else is going to let me be honest about how I feel, but I will kill him, ‘cause like it or not it’s the right thing to do”

JEALOUSY 02

After not getting first place on Midterm exams (aaandd with the help of Korosensei embarrassing him) Karma realizes he needs to try harder at both assassination and his academics (he won’t admit it as we see in the festival episode he hides the fact he’s studying and pretend he was playing video games the entire time.) Karma is known to be one of the most well rounded students (probably the most?) when it comes to assassination because he works his ass off, he’s also doing extremely well academically SOO that brings us to the topic; Who could he possibly be jealous of? NAGISAAA! As we know Karma and Nagisa we’re friends a while before Karma joined E-class but they stopped hanging out for a while.. why?

Karma mentioned Nagisa seemed very non threatening, he wouldn’t get into fights and he wasn’t the type to argue much, he was very easy to be around, Karma said he could keep his gaurd down when he was with Nagisa.. till a simple tap on this back sent him an existential crisisss lmfao

He realized Nagisa isn’t the non threatening guy he thought he was. Nagisa had a very natural and kinda scary bloodlust, for the first time someone caught him off guard and so he decided to distance himself from Nagisa. Karma at some point tells Okuda he’s afraid to not be afraid, When he realized Nagisa wasn’t who he thought he was he decided to push him away in fear. (The cave episode FORGOT THE NAME LOL)

SOO lemme put this simpler bcz IM RAMBLING NOW LOL

BASICALLY Karma is Jealous and feels kind of threatened by Nagisa since Nagisa has Natural Assassination skills that Karma has to work for (not saying Nagisa doesn’t work hard too, of course he does it’s just something’s come naturally to him) and what scares him the most is the fact he would never see it coming because of how sweet Nagisas demeanor is usually!

FEELINGS 03

Honestly this could just be me looking wayyy too into stuff but I feel like Karma tends to hide what he really feels way more than he should, He tries to seem like he does everything easily without trying when it’s really not the case, he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to hide anger or anything like that but I feel like he hides any emotions that make him seem weak , even during the last episode he’s one of the characters who least cries, (kinda like Karasuma) he’s very obviously trying to hold his tears innn. IN CONCLUSION he’s not a heartless freak who sets people on fire for fun (he probably could be if Terasaka pushes enough buttons 😍)

Anyways I love karma so much bye {>*#%

thanks if anyone actually read this tehe.

[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 

sakusa 

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 

〜　☆

Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa 

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

[reikeip]

Crossroad ♱ Crowd 7

Location: Underground Livehouse

Keito: Kiryuu. Come to the stage, please.

Kuro: All right. Geez, I got myself tangled up in some weird shit.

Rei: Ohh. You’re wearin’ the same outfit as us, Kiryuu-kun—gonna sing with us?

Kuro: If it’s not too much trouble. I made an extra outfit just in case, an’ it seems to have backfired on me.

It’d be a waste to not wear an outfit after goin’ through the trouble of makin’ it, though.

He asked me to appear on stage with ‘im as his groupmate, even if it was only temporarily.

In exchange, he’s gonna officially recognize my clothing mendin’ as an on-campus job.

Gonna call it an on campus part-time job, an’ write it into the school rules.

Might be ‘cause I had a bad temper back in middle school, but I feel like if a teacher sets their eyes on me, I’m done for.

So if they took issue with me earnin’ a little extra money, ‘cause it’s against the school rules, it’d be pretty bad for me.

But, from now on, Hasumi will… Or more like, the student council, will protect my status.

I’ll be treated like a well-behaved student, who didn’t break any school rules.

So, that’s why I’m lendin’ my strength. Our goals have become the same.

If Hasumi—the student council—grow in power, I’ll benefit. If it goes under, I lose the shield protectin’ my back.

Someone could point out I’m breakin’ the school rules, report me to the teachers, an’ then I’m kicked right outta the school.

It’s important for me to avoid that, ‘cause I decided I’m gonna be an idol.

This time, I want to be the one who heals and gives hope to others—not the one who hurts them.

Because I know one of the things that cheered up my lil’ sis back when she was depressed, was these idols.

It isn’t fittin’ for a rogue like me, but…

I really wanna be an Idol. I can’t half-ass it then drop out.

Rei: Hmmm~... Doin’ some pretty heartless stuff, huh, Bouzu? You took a scary demon nobody could tame, threatened him, and made him do your biddin’.

Kuro: I didn’t word that good. He was honest and up front, gave me a whole passionate speech an’ convinced me himself.

Hasumi’s ideas are pretty naive, but I don’t hate ‘em.

Kuro: At the very least, it’s thanks to him that I’m standin’ on stage now. In front of this huge audience, I can sing my heart out.

I’m real happy. This is the kinda thing I’ve been waitin’ for.

“♪~♪~♪”

Keito: …Fufu. It looks like I picked the right type of music, Kiryuu’s powerful voice works perfectly with rock. It’s got some tremendous soul—if you look away for just a second, it’d kill you.

Kuro: I ain’t killin’ anything, what do you think I am?

Well, anyway. That’s what’s up, so… If Sakuma tries anythin’ uncalled for, I’ll stop him.

In every sense, right now I’ll be actin’ as Hasumi’s ally.

Keito: Indeed. I won’t take any losses—I plan on asking you to do more work like this in the future, after all.

Kuro: Haha. Next time, don’t ask me so outta the blue.

To be honest, ‘cause I was makin’ those outfits I didn’t get enough lessons in… I’m gettin’ fed up with how much trouble I’m havin singin’.

Whatever, I’ll cover that up with brute force! Hey hey, Rock n’ roll…!

Rei: Hahah. I see, ya thought this out. Kiryuu-kun’s a proud fighter, he’s able to keep me under control by force.

No matter what I’m plannin’, worst case scenario he can come over an’ restrain me.

At the very least, showin’ me it’s possible should keep me in check.

But yanno what, Bouzu? It doesn’t matter how strong Kiryuu-kun is… This ain’t some action manga, there’s no way he could take on tens of people all at once~

Ya probably thought that so long as you could stop me you’d be fine. But, this world has a whole buncha people in it that aren’t me.

And history, it’s always built by that nameless crowd.

Keito: …? What do you mean?

Rei: Seein’ is believin’. I’ll show ya the horrors of reality.

“Hey hey! Attention please! I’ve an announcement to make~!”

Keito: ( ? What’s he trying to pull? Should I ask Kiryuu to get involved and stop Sakuma-san?)

(No, our performance isn’t over yet… I would rather avoid starting up some sort of fight scene before the vote is done.)

Rei: “Uhh, sorry. Looks like I got my cue all mixed up. Just now, I was singin’ along with these three all nicely, but~…”

“Well, ya see, I’m not really one of ‘em~ ♪”

Keito: Hey, what are you trying to say? That isn’t what you promised—you were supposed to be my partner this time!

Rei: “Yeah. Guess you’re right, so I’ll rephrase that. I was with these guys, but…”

“But, before the votin’ starts, I’m sayin’ I’m not one of them. I can’t put up with ‘em anymore, so I’m leavin’.”

…I did promise I’d be your partner, but ya didn’t say I had to be your groupmate forever~ I got the right to leave whenever I want. Ya got a problem with that?

Keito: Wh…? Don’t be so egotistical, I don’t accept this!

Rei: Even if ya don’t accept it, the rules don’t care~

The groups are made up of volunteers. There’s nothin’ saying ya gotta write their names down an’ give ‘em a stamp of approval, and that if ya don’t it won’t count.

Hell, if Kiryuu-kun can jump in halfway through, what’s the problem with me hoppin’ out?

You were too vague—that’s your slip up.

Keito: (Guh… But I haven’t known Kiryuu for very long, I really didn’t know he’d join us until today.)

(No, I couldn’t put that much trust in Kiryuu.)

(In the case of an emergency, I set things up so Kiryuu could join at any time, but…)

(But Sakuma-san took advantage of that same vagueness in the rules, and used it to free himself.)

Rei: “An’ so the schemer drowns in his own scheme. Anyway, I’m outta there.”

“After that, I’m gonna form a brand new group on the spot.”

“Anyone who wants to join, come along up to the stage. I’ll take ya in as one of my own, so lets have fun singin’ together.”

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