#keefe would not like me and i don't like him

[the-way-astray]

here is a shitty fic i am writing as I type this in your inbox (its 2am hELP)

Stira couldn't believe her parents had wanted Keefe over for dinner. When she told them she had met a boy at school, they took that too literally. When she said "met him," she meant he was in some of her classes and annoying, NOT that they were friends.

Oh well. she had a plan...

A while later, Keefe rang the doorbell, his messy blond hair disheveled, like he'd been in a rush to get here.

"Hi!" He greeted Stria's parents, following them to the dinner table.

Stria got the family (and Keefe) glasses of water before joining them. His was a little.... special.

Her parents asked Keefe where he was from, how school was, and other such questions. Eventually, her parents left to clean up, and Stria took Keefe up to her room. He looked a little pale, and she sweetly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I...I don't feel well," he answered, crumpling to the floor. "What did you do to me?"

"Just a little poison in your drink," she said, noting the horrified expression on his face. He tried to push himself up, but it was like the feeling in his arms was gone. He was completely paralyzed, it felt like.

"You should be feeling some discomfort," Stria mused.

He opened his mouth, making a strangled sound.

The last thing he saw was Stria's confident gaze and she punched him in the nose.

Keefe died

the end :)

beautiful fic . . .

out of character for me to tell my parents this kind of stuff and out of character for my parents to care but oogh

why would i take keefe to my room. i want him to die in the basement

“you should be feeling some discomfort” took me out

ME PUNCHING HIM IS KICKING HIM WHILE HE’S DOWN FOR REAL

“keefe died. the end :)” HELP

in conclusion, this is a masterpiece

[bookwyrminspiration]

What about sostrieefe

I presume this means sophie x keefe x stria? I think this would play out in a similar vein to strieefitz, just a little heightened.

Stria and Keefe would be the same as I identified here, an incredibly one-sided hatred from far. Not sure there's any character that would change that. Meanwhile Sophie's got several books of history/experiencing defending Keefe, so I think Stria's hatred would really drive a wedge between her and Sophie.

Sophie wants nothing to do with Stria, might even get into a lil verbal tussle about it. Like you try having family attack and experiment on you and see how well adjusted you are; he needs to know he's loved and supported so he develops better behavior! and you've never even been on the receiving end of his bad decisions who are you to talk! who even are you!

Stria, on the other hand, is head in hands SO over it. She may not agree with every decision Sophie's made, but she likes and supports her. She wants the best for her!! that's part of why she hates Keefe is because of how shitty he treats Sophie! and yet here Sophie is, defending it.

and because Sophie's defending him, Keefe's like...wow...no one's ever fought for me like that before...and they fall even more in love and make out right then and there. there's no winning for Stria </3

@the-way-astray accuracy check? im not 100% on your sophie opinions

[the-way-astray]

i don’t like what you’re implying here

(with hearts in my eyes) i hate him. he sucks so bad

[the-way-astray]

what is going on

let me take you back to half a week ago, when this first started.

it all starts with a simple notification. i click on it, thinking it's an innocent ask, or perhaps an anon wanting to pick a fight with me. i am a notorious keefe hater in this fandom, after all. let's see what the anons have to throw at me this time. if only that small, innocent, little me from four days ago had known. the notification was nothing short of a snake, hiding in the grass, waiting to strike.

it was alayda. she'd dared me to write something *horrified gasp* positive about keefe. she thought me, a notorious keefe hater, couldn't possibly have anything nice to say about my least favorite guy? well, i'd show her. i typed out a truly magnificent pro keefe essay, if i do say so myself. tumblr fought me the entire time, trying to delete half of it, but i persevered, and eventually posted it.

i had no idea what was coming for me. over the next few hours, i began to get truly heinous asks, questioning my commitment to my keefe hatred, and generally slandering my reputation. at the time, i'd thought this was as bad as it could get. but, oh. oh, no, no, no. as edaline ruewen said, "hindsight is a dangerous game". now i know that it could get worse than i could possibly even begin to imagine. and it did.

that same day, i got the ask. the one that changed everything. i responded in horrified horror, terrified terror, because i knew everything was about to change. and the next day, it appeared that other anons had followed in the first anon's footsteps. it was decided that me and keefe would be an enemies-to-lovers romance. our ship name was to be strieefe. an anon went to the official poll blog, @/do-you-ship-this-book-couple. i changed my ask box title to "KEEFE WOULD NOT LIKE ME" and got an anon about it. they started going to katie's ask box.

the debate ramped up. more people became aware. people, both anon and not, began to choose sides. i began offering badly drawn sketches to people who sided against this atrocious excuse for a ship. i should probably be making those instead of typing this out. whoopsie. i fought the anons that disagreed with me with a desperation akin to a rat caught in a trap, but my thrashing appeared to only attract more unhinged anons.

i then got my first anon that made a genuine attempt to explain why this horrible ship could theoretically work. they were wrong, of course, but i appreciate the effort. as i've explained countless times, the real relationship me and keefe would have if he were real would be one-sided hatred. i would hate him with a passion that can't be adequately described by the english language, and he'd be entirely unaware of my existence.

then! a miracle! an anon sent an ask to quil about strieefe, and i can only assume they wanted quil to analyze why we'd be good together. but quil, i never should've doubted quil. the response was a fantastically constructed analysis on why i was right about how i'd have one-sided rage toward keefe. but my delight dimmed significantly when i saw that fin, someone whom i'd previously trusted, had thrown his support behind this awful ship and even drawn fanart of me and keefe. i swiftly demoted him from the spot he had previously shared with max: "favorite fintanposter".

the anons got more unhinged. i began to be shipped with non-keefe main cast characters, sometimes monogamously, sometimes not. i bravely faced the assault, tearing the anons' arguments to shreds with my logical explanations as to why i would not be a good fit for any of them. this led to me posting a poll at the insistence of one anon, which is still open.

just as the waters were looking significantly less treacherous, just as it seemed i may make it to shore without drowning, a new development occurred. i got an ask from alayda, who as you may remember, is the one that started all this. this is entirely her fault. i'd expected maybe a heartfelt apology, perhaps a plea for forgiveness. but no. her ask was but an ominous warning, one i could not make sense of. i pondered the meaning as i stared at it. and then. horror upon horrors, it appeared in my inbox. i read through it in horrified horror, and my rickety little boat was once more swept out to sea.

it was a fanfic. a terribly written, horribly wattpad-ified, y/n-ish fanfic. i tore it to shreds thoroughly, taking pleasure as the scraps of the work of the one who had brought all this sorrow upon me fell in loose tatters all around me. i dusted off my hands and left it at that.

but it continued. even as i type this out, there is a part two to that horrific fanfic sitting in my inbox, which alayda is pestering me to post. there's also a part one to another anon fanfic, which is written relatively well, which arguably makes it even worse than alayda's. then there's yet another poem written about me and keefe by emelin, which also sits in my inbox, gathering dust as i attempt to piece the broken shards of my sanity back together.

all this to say, join the correct side of this debate. we have badly drawn sketches and braincells. be on the right side of history.

[synonymroll648]

from a vibes perspective, i totally understand why so many people look at keefe and go ‘this guy would be the male equivalent of a wine aunt when he’s older’. 

but. but. 

taking lore into consideration, in my heart, he’s terrified of alcohol (even if he tries really hard to hide it). because. like. his first exposure is almost guaranteed to be through cassius, and cassius canonically threw a glass extremely close to him at least once when he was, like, 8. maybe cassius wasn’t always extra nasty when he was drunk, but there’s gotta be a correlation in keefe’s brain between risking getting seriously hurt (emotionally or physically) and alcohol consumption that’s really hard for him to shake. 

[lucyshypemaster]

do you guys ever think about how keefe's biggest fear is his mother changing him and then. it happened.

[the-way-astray]

when the time comes i expect you all to vote CORRECTLY.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[the-way-astray]

your favorite color is sky blue? like keefe's eyes?

you are all so desperate to ship me with keefe that you are willing to forsake crucial facts in the process.

first of all, keefe's eyes are ice blue. shannon made a mistake in that one neverseen line. fintan's eyes are sky blue.

see? as shannon messenger and the exillium coaches would say, two completely different colors that are not at all possible to mix up.

second of all, my favorite color is deep sky blue. which is this color:

this color is way more saturated. it also haunts one of my irl's dreams (literally). this is my favorite color. (i have the hex code memorized so i can request it whenever i join a discord server lmfao)

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

"He like how you fit that ass in them pants?" JJk men x thick!reader

Characters:☆ Gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, Sukuna, megumi.

Warning ⚠️: ass, ass grabbing, curvy figure, black!reader, ass fixation, a lil bit of smut.

Satoru Gojo

●Gojo is obsessed with your ass and thick figure. He would mostly definitely let you sit on his lap. I only just feel your ass against his dick. He's a pervert and he knows it.

●Sure, he's dated girls with nice bodies, but when he got with you all, he could do is stare at your ass and he's so honest about your body.. like, really blunt.

● This man is so obsessed with your body and you're figure he would waste all of his money buying you very short, tight outfits that show off your ass, he loves showing off your body, it's a way of telling people 'All of this ass is mine and no one can have it.'

●This man would wear his blindfold and just stare at your ass. You don't know that he's staring at your ass because of the blindfold, but trust me. This sneaky bastard is mostly definitely staring. He loves seeing the way ass jiggles when you walk and how you struggle putting pants on beverage of your ass, whenever your doing something he would sneakily come up behind you and squeeze your ass or smack it and go throughout his day like it was nothing.

● He's possessive to whenever he would see someone staring or checking your body out he would wrap his arms around your waste letting niggas know this is his woman and thus body is his.

● Another thing he loves using your ass just for random things he would lay on your ass when he's napping, he would randomly play with your ass watching it jiggle, sometimes he would rest in between your thighs too.

● This man loves seeing you in booty shorts or underwear he would walk past by you and give your ass a nice pat. He would definitely check you out whenever you bend down to get something he just likes enjoying the view. He's just a guy who loves his girlfriend and her ass.

Geto suguru

● This man is for sure an ass man, he loves watching you put on clothes especially the ones that show off your ass and your curves, just like gojo he likes the way your ass shakes, jiggle, when you struggle putting on pants it's actually a turn on for him. He loves watching the way your ass moves, and God, he loves your thick thighs he just finds them absolutely beautiful.

● He's still respectful even though when it c9mes to your ass he doest really touch it unless you two are like very intimate with each other, but he males it so obvious, yes he would contain himself from touching your ass in public but God he can't control himself, he looks at your aass alot, always checking you out, it doest matter where you guys are at. He'll eye you up and down with that sexy smirk as he glances at your ass, which ngl you find so hot.

● He's a sly mf he would come up from behind you hugging or 'helping- you but really he just had a boner and he wants to feel some relief as he presses your ass, he can't help it your ass is like a distraction for him.

● Has you sitting on his lap at all times it doesn't matter if it's in public or at home. He just wants to feel your plump ass on him. I swear you felt his bulge through his pants that one time you were sitting on his lap, as he was just slyly smirking at you.

Choso kamo

● He's such a cutie. He was very flustered but also confused, I mean, he really didn't think too much about your body parts, I mean, yeah, he found you very attractive, but he found all your body parts beautiful to him, but he all over you and your body.

● When you started dating choso, you usually wore outfits that were baggy or didn't show your figure, but when he he saw your true shape, He was all over you. Choso was a bit hesitant on touching. You've told him many times that he can touch and do whatever to your body, but he never touched a woman before or know what it's like so you had to guide him through it, so he can get use to it.

●Choso probably caught himself staring at your ass for like a minute, and he would like mentally slap himself for a second to pull it together. He can't help it. Your ass is so hypnotic to him like he's in a trance. Like whenever he wants to touch your ass, he would walk close behind you and place his hands on your ass cheeks, giving it a tight squeeze, rubbing his hands across your smooth skin, little taps, I feel like he would tap or poke your ass like he wanted something from you, you found it so adorable. He's in awe when he sees your ass jiggle, like omg just jiggle it in his face he would most def like that.

● He is so into reverse cowgirl position and 69 during sex, he gets so flustered and aroused whenever you ride him with your back turn against him as he watches your ass riding him up and down as you bounce on his cock, all just can do is just stare lazily at your ass and how much it moved as he was being fucked into oblivion .

● like, I bet his dick twitches inside his pants just seeing your ass jiggle. Listen, this man is 100% an ass man, and you can't change my mind.

Toji fushiguro

● He's an ass man for sure

●HE'S a ass man, and he had no shame about it.

● Like anything that shows off your ass or curves, he just can't help himself and reminds you how sexy you are to him.

● He most definitely smacks, slaps, and grabs. It's kinda hot. He has no shame about it either he'll do it anytime and any place.

● THIS man is your new seat, his face and lap too.

● He'll glance at you ass whenever you wear skirts, short, jeans anything, tbh he can't control himself at all. It's not his fault your ass is so fat.

●Bro, the first moment he saw you and saw a glimpse of that ass oh he had to have you. In his head, he like 'damn', he's definitely typed to slap your ass when you walk past him, like it would be at random times, you would glare at him or scold him for smacking your ass to hard, rubbing it to soothe the pain, damn he smacks it to hard.

● Just like choso, he loves hitting from the back. He loves reversed cowgirl and doggystyle. He loves the way your ass presses up against him and love's seeing your facial expressions just to see how well he fucked you.

● He is so caught up in your ass no matter how hard he tries to focus on you and he alway ends up staring at your ass, he loves pounding you from the back just to see your ass jiggle, he loves the way it moves, he mostly in spanking, this man loves ass, its like an obsession.

Nanami kento

● Nanami is definitely an ass man, I mean, look at him. He loves to grope your ass all the time, no matter where you are, he's good at makings subtle and not to obvious he gets away with it alot especially in public, Nanami would buy outfits for you just to see your ass and curvy figure, soon as he gets off of work he work rip whatever outfits you have on and pound into you with no mercy. He's a very sweet partner, I feel like he would give your ass a massages, he would do it strongly, but also softly, he is so interested in the way your ass jiggles when he massages it.

● He loves watching you dress in front of him but not for him but for yourself. He also loved giving you outfits that'll make you look even gorgeous. He loved the outfits you wear when you visit him during his lunch break. He also loves the way you use him like a chair. This man would beg you to sir on his lap, his face, and he doesn't care.

Ryomen Sukuna

● Sukuna is most definitely an ass man I feel like he would like to be with someone with some curves. This mam would leave bruises on your ass, marking it,He loves smacking your ass.

●loves when you wear shorts around him so he can smack your ass even more, just watching the fat of your ass jiggle.

●I feel like he would smack your ass just to annoy you or do it on purpose. You could be scrolling through your phone and a rough hand smacking your ass, making you flinch. You would glare at him, but it doesn't faze him as he smirks at you mischievously. He most definitely uses your ass as a pillow, He would nuzzle or trace the curves of your ass.

● He loves watching your ass bounce on his cock when he's sitting on his throne, he's a ass eater for sure, like he's the nastiest. He would also pinch your ass if you're annoying him, and it hurts, and he knows it hurts, so he keeps doing it just because he finds it amusing. The way you would rub your ass as he's cackling at you,He's an evil mf.

Megumi fushiguro

● He would act like he wouldn't be staring or seem perverted look at your body, but he can't help it. He loves your curvy figure, especially your ass. Just your ass to the waist, your hips, and just the thickness of your cheeks . He loves it when you wear leggings. He would steal glances at your ass when you walk.

● Megumi never really thought your body in that way, well not until you started dating. Now he can't help when you're walking in front of him his eyes just wander down to your thick ass, hugging and squeezing into your cheeks.

● His pants tighten whenever you press against him or back up against him, he would put hus hands around you waist, whenever he gets the chance to touch you, he'll slide his hands up your skirt, rubbing and punching your ass, settling his hands on your ass, making little circles tracing into it.

●There's so much teasing whenever megumi was horny you would rub your ass against him or wear a short outfit complimenting your curves, and whenever he tries to touch, you would swat his hands away leaving him frustrated.

●He's loves doggystyle he just loves the way your ass is pressed up against him when he pounds into you, and he's secretly into spanking.

[the-way-astray]

i don't think these anons are all different people. i think it's one person that has a lot of beef with me and is trying to rile me up. i've gotten support from at least three non-anon people, but all the anons could be the same person, so. possibly this is just the same person going into all our ask boxes.

anyway i can't believe i've been backstabbed by you of all people. i counted on all you sokeefe people to stay loyal and true to your otp and shut this down, but no. it turns out that even the people you suspect least will wander drunkenly with the bandwagon, simply because they see a large crowd headed in a direction, even if the crowd all wear masks and do not reveal their true identities. contributing to the parade that goes against their strongest beliefs, how could you. how could you do this me. is spiting me really more important to you than your most precious ship? you would do this to me? heartbroken and devastated.

ALSO WHY AM I HIS FIRST LOVE. WHAT. CAN'T I AT LEAST, AT THE VERY LEAST, BE SOME RANDOM LOVER IN THE MIDDLE THAT HE FORGETS ABOUT IMMEDIATELY. CAN'T YOU GRANT ME THIS SMALL MERCY AT LEAST. WHY AM I FIRST I WANT TO STAB SOMETHING

do you have an opinion on Keefe and stria as a ship

@the-way-astray HELP. THEY’RE IN MY ASK BOX NOW

I’m a sokeefe truther, but I suppose if Keefe had to have another relationship before marrying his one true love Sophie, his first love could be Stria. Enemies to lovers. She learns to find him endearing :)

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

CHANGE OF PLANS

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - When plans don't go as expected, Jackson refuses to go home empty handed.

Warnings - 18+, noncon, sex tape, anal, rough sex

Word count - 4k+

You couldn’t even drink the overpriced, heavily sweetened, high calorie dense coffee in your hand. All you could do was stir your drink with your stirrer, your eyes were red and mouth dry from that overnight flight. It felt like there was a bottomless pit in your stomach, growing continuously.

Jackson sat across from you, watching you like a prey. He was trying to deconstruct everything you were thinking. His eyes were dark and jaw clenched as he let his coffee go cold. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, his sight lowered to your cleavage, he felt his cock twitch. 

The phone rang, instantly Jackson brought it to his ear and spoke, “hello?”

Your eyes shot up to him, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shivers were running in all directions across your skin. Jackson’s expression showed how focused he was on the call, but he showed no emotion. 

“Oh, lucky us. Contact me when you have more information” Jackson gritted his teeth. Hanging up the phone, Jackson slid it back into his jacket pocket. He stared off into the distance, watching the travelers come and go. “You lucky fucking bitch” Jackson snarled, his eyes snapped to you, your eyebrows furrowed and blood froze. “Keefe left the room early due to an emergency…” Jackson explained, his words trailing. “Luckily enough we were notified before we could make the hit” he added, his stare was intimidating, as if this was all your fault. 

His hand started tapping on the flimsy table in a rhythm as he thought. “Change of plans unfortunately, if you want your dad to live, you gotta come with me” Jackson sighed, he was not going home empty handed. Jackson stood up and picked up his small luggage. You stared at him with wide eyes.  

“But I did what you asked me!” You cried out, your voice went dry and your body began to shake. Looking down at you, he sighed and kneeled beside you. 

“Yes, I know you were a good girl. And since you were such a good girl, I think you’d be more than happy to do one more thing for me” Jackson winked to you, holding your hands in his. It was difficult with how to react, you just wanted to go home, too exhausted to even consider what he wanted from you. The advantage of witnesses was on your side, he couldn’t force you out. Jackson picked up on this instantly, “remember your dad’s life is only one call away” he hissed, tapping his foot impatiently. 

Blinking back the tears, you stood up and picked up your luggage. He held out his hand for you, reluctantly you took it. Following Jackson out of the crowded terminal, his hold was harsh as he was almost yanking your arm out of its socket. Arriving at the taxi stand, you got into one almost instantly. 

Instead of you both sitting on either side of the back, Jackson decided to sit in the middle. “Where bouts you going?” The driver asked, having a zero care factor in his tone.

“To a motel” Jackson sighed, his hand resting on your knee. 

“Which one?” The driver scoffed. 

“Any” Jackson muttered and gestured his hand for the driver to hurry up, he was impatient.  

You remained curled up against the door, looking out the window in hopes for any distractions, the Miami sun shined on your face yet you still felt so cold. Jackson pulled back out his phone and made a call. His words fell dead on your ears, your mind felt fuzzy. You were meant to be going home, but now he’s probably going to be holding you in captivity until he figures out his new game plan, thinking of a way to keep you quiet. His hand was tracing circles on your thigh, he hung up and looked down to you. 

“You okay?” Jackson murmured. The driver would be oblivious to his true sinister nature. You could only act and nod your head, his smile was innocent to the blind eye. Pressing his lips to your temple, you had to resist your gag. 

The driver dropped you off at the motel, it looked dirty and cheap, so there would definitely be a room. You followed Jackson into the reception room, he gestured to you to take a seat as he walked up to the receptionist. Within a couple of minutes, Jackson was fiddling with the room key and tilted his head towards the door for you to follow. 

Trailing up the stairs behind him, your eyes darted around as he stuck the key into the lock. The door creaked open, Jackson waltzed inside and threw his bag onto the chair, bee lining straight to the bathroom. Creeping inside, you looked around the cheap room, to be fair, it didn’t look so bad. Just outdated and maybe a bit too dusty. 

Jackson washed his face and stared in the mirror, his expression dark and cold as his fingers tapped on the countertop. Through the mirror, you were in sight, awkwardly standing in the corner of the room, looking down. Appearing back into the room, Jackson grinned to you as he laid on the bed, his elbows propped up his upper body. 

“Come to me” his smug look sent shivers down your spine. 

Hesitantly, you approached Jackson, your arms crossed over as you rubbed anxiously. Standing before him, your eye level was low, as Jackson stared you up and down continuously.

“Did I tell you how breathtaking I think you are?” Jackson asked, his mouth ajar open, ocean blue eyes fixated on you. You knew exactly where this was going. The last thing you wanted to do was engage in this conversation, but you didn’t want to know the consequences if you didn’t. But hey, he’s probably just a two pump chump like the rest of them and then your nightmare will be over. 

“N-no” you shuddered. 

“Come here then, let me tell you” Jackson purred, slightly flexing his hips forward towards you, you couldn’t hide your expression of shock when you saw the tent in his pants. 

The ache told you in your body that you needed to throw up, but you had to swallow that thought as you did as he said. Sitting on the bed next to him, his lips pressed to the crook of your neck instantly. Shuddering, your arms locked over your chest as he hummed by you. 

“Such a pretty girl” Jackson complimented you, his hand gripping onto your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. Should have worn pants, you swore to yourself. “What a good girl you have been for me” Jackson smiled, his tongue gently swirling over your earlobe. Without your consent, Jackson started unbuttoning your blouse. “Are you going to stay a good girl for me?” Jackson asked condescendingly as he forced your arms to your sides.

“Y-yes” you whimpered whilst he was kneading your tits, admiring your pretty little cream bra.  

The fabric was pulled off of your arms. Unclasping the hooks, Jackson took off your bra and stared at your exposed chest in awe. “So fucking breathtaking, you were quite distracting, I won’t lie. I had to jerk off a couple of times watching you, my desires got the better of me!” Jackson moaned, his mouth now over your chest as his tongue began to swirl over your hardened nipple. “Wanted to sneak into your room and fuck you dirty so bad…” he mumbled, smelling in your scent. “Lie down” Jackson ordered, pushing you gently. 

Obeying him, you lied on the bed and Jackson smiled down at you. Jackson hopped off the bed and went to his bag, he pulled out a tie a matching shade to his jacket and walked back over to you. “Hands above your head, love” Jackson winked, kneeling on the edge of the bed. 

“Please” you whimpered, 

“Do you trust me baby girl?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow up, following up with lifting you to the head of the bed. 

No. But you would be an idiot to say that to him. 

Reluctantly with a staggered breath, you raised your hands above your head. Jackson swiftly and tightly tied your hands through a loop in the bed frame. Giving it a test tug, you were helpless underneath him. The smirk was evil as he looked down to your exposed chest, his hand trailing over your hardened nipples. 

Jackson sighed as he hopped back off the bed, heading back over to his belongings. Anxiously you watched his back, he pulled out an object and was fiddling with it. 

“What are you doing?” You whined slightly, the anticipation was killing you, shamefully, you wanted him to just get to it. 

When Jackson turned around, your stomach fell. Why the fuck does he have a camrecorder? One of those small ones that can fit into an inside jacket pocket, with a flip screen. 

Jackson chuckled as he walked back over to the bed, placing the camcorder on the edge of the bed. “Insurance” he answered with a tsk as he took off his jacket. 

“Please no! Please don’t do this!” You begged, the last thing you wanted was to have his assault on tape. When Jackson ignored your pleas, you tried to kick it off, hopefully break it but Jackson caught your foot and gave you a warning look. 

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. This is more so for personal pleasure. I won’t show a soul, unless you decide to be a brat and make any false claims to anyone about me… You’d hate to have this sent to everyone you know, ruining your reputation over some little lies about a friendly stranger sitting next to you, wouldn’t you?” Jackson shot you a deadly glare as he slid off your heels, his hands caressing over your shivering skin. 

“Please!” You tried to beg, but you knew it was falling on deaf ears. 

“Don’t make me fucking gag you” Jackson snarled as he pounced on top of you, his hand wrapping around your throat. “I want to hear those pretty moans of yours” he whispered, his lips gently brushing over yours as you shivered at his touch. “I thought you trusted me” Jackson pouted, noticing how badly you were trying to break out of the restraint. “Be a bad girl and I’ll leave you on the edge. But be a good girl, and you can come as many times as you want. That’s a fair deal isn’t it?” Jackson asked smugly. 

This was Jackson’s stress reliever, his payback, as if you were the emergency to get Keefe out of the hotel. Now because of this misconvenience Jackson will have to go back to the drawing board, and get a large sum cut from his paycheck for missing the deadline. He always knew the chances of it not going to plan, there were precautions put in place if this did indeed happen. It was just a bitch when it did indeed happen, it was like getting a shit review on Yelp. There would only be one more chance however, so if Jackson fucked that up then he is done for. 

The pressure of his bulge pressed into your open stomach. You remained still underneath him, not wanting to create any friction between the two of you. Jackson pressed his lips to the side of your mouth, and then the other side, and then he kissed you fully. Fearfully, you opened your mouth for his tongue to slide in as he grips onto your breasts. 

“If we met under more traditional circumstances, I would have asked you out on a date” Jackson admitted, his thumb rolling over his lower lip. The frightening thing is that you would have said yes under different circumstances. “Who knows, maybe after this I still might” Jackson shrugged his shoulders as he slipped down the bed to pull off your skirt and panties. 

Jackson groaned at the sight of your clean cunt, you tried to press your thighs together but he harshly smacked your side. 

“Don’t be a bad girl” he warned, pointing his index finger at you. 

You sobbed as you forced yourself to spread your legs apart, not fully, but enough to be considered a good girl. Turning on the camcorder, Jackson bent down, his hand pushing your thigh to the side to get a clear view of your dripping cunt.  

“Oh baby, is this all because of me?” Jackson whispered, his fingers stroking down your gushing entrance. “I knew you felt the same way as me” he said to himself, but you heard loud and clear. 

Jackson slipped in his index finger, before you could react, a small moan slipped out of your lips. Forcing your mouth shut by biting onto your lower lip, Jackson sighed as he watched the footage record on the small screen. When a second digit went in, your teeth cut into the skin of your lip. Your moans were muffled, hips wiggling underneath him. Then, when a third digit slid in and hit your pressure point, you moaned out loudly, unable to hold it in anymore. 

“There she is” Jackson smirked, pointing the recorder at your face. Hiding your face to the side in shame, Jackson continued to record you, his fingers viciously pumping in and out of you. Your mouth hung open as your moans rung through the room. 

Butterflies in your stomach, hips rocking with the motions of his fingers and chest heaving, you desperately tried to think of anything else to forget about the sensations bolting up your skin. But everything was failing horribly. How could it be so wrong yet feel so fucking good?

“Do you need to orgasm already?” Jackson questioned, feeling your walls clench against his fingers. Your body shivered with disgust and pleasure, you did, you desperately did. 

Jackson’s mouth hung open as he moved up the bed to get a close angle of your face. “Don’t look away” he warned, still pumping his fingers viciously inside of you. “I want to get your climax on camera” he explained. “Everyone should see how fucking good you feel right now” his tone was mumbling now. 

Shortly, Jackson got what he wanted as your walls clenched around his fingers. You screamed out, all on camera as your eyes rolled back and body shook with pleasure. He made sure to get the perfect close up on your display of pure pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re something else” Jackson’s smile was psychotic. 

As you were recovering from your post orgasmic state, your stomach felt full of anxiety. It was oblivious to you when Jackson unbuckled his belt and pulled out his large size. On his knees next to your head, he stroked himself, Jackson waited for you to notice him and when you finally did, you couldn’t help but to sob at the sight of his size. 

Turning your head to the side, as if it would make this all stop, Jackson laid the head of his cock on your flustered cheek. You mewled as the firm feeling on your skin, Jackson still recording you laughed, “come on baby, don’t be mean” Jackson cooed, tapping his cock on your cheek now. 

His tip slipped into your mouth as soon as you turned your head back. A low groan lingered out of his mouth as he gently started to thrust his cock deeper into your mouth, filling your mouth to the rim. The position of your arms started to ache, Jackson moved himself so he was straddling you, his twitching cock trapped into your mouth. It didn’t take long for you to gag, your arms thrashing around as you struggled to breathe. But Jackson just smiled as he continued to record you. The cries and gags sent vibrations up his length. 

With your legs kicking around, your eyes were completely swelled up with tears, your mascara slowly running down your cheeks. He was going to choke you to death, with his cock. It was surprising how you didn’t have the natural reaction to bite down on his size. Jackson was mumbling words, clenching his jaw as the head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat steadily. 

The taste of his semen was like pure salt, your face scrunched up as you groaned onto his cock. Jackson held his cock in your throat for a moment, just to make sure all of his white sticky goodness slid down your throat.

“Now darling! That’s a fucking mouth” Jackson praised as he pulled his cock out and moved back to the side of you. Moving the camera directly in front of your face, he recorded your beat and sweaty face. 

“Get onto your knees” Jackson sighed, moving back to the end of the bed. 

It was difficult to do, and you were confused with what exactly he meant by on your knees. But he guided you, twisting the mid of your body around so you were on your knees and the tie pulling up your upper body. It wasn’t a comfortable position, to say the least. 

“You like anal?” Jackson asked, his free hand caressing your ass as he looked at your holes through the camera. You sobbed, your body automatically lunging forward to try to get away from him, but he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still as you cried. “Baby, baby, baby” Jackson cooled, his hand rubbing your stomach as his cock pressed against your core, whilst he tried to keep the camera still at a good angle. “It’s actually good! You’d be surprised with how hard you’ll come… We’ll be quick! I haven’t done anal in so long and business is fucking shit, but you already know that…” Jackson tried to calm you, attempting to put pity onto himself in the process, but you were still mewling like you had just witnessed a death in the family. Jackson leaned over your back and pressed his cheek to yours. “We’ll make a deal, if I come again before you, then I’ll take you home to your father” Jackson sighed, kissing your heated cheek to help calm you. 

It was pointless, you were going to do anal whether you said yes or no. Shamefully, you nodded your head in which Jackson smiled and grabbed one of the pillows, gesturing for you to bite onto it. His thumb circled over your pristine hole before lining up his cock. Rubbing himself at your entrance, he reminded you to breathe. 

“We’ll go nice and…” Jackson’s words stopped as he pressed his tip in, he breathed out, “slow”. Biting onto the pillow hard, you hissed at the pain, your hips and knees locking otherwise you would have fallen forward.  He didn’t even have the decency to warm you up. 

Jackson gradually deepened his thrusts, having no shame in moaning softly. “That’s my good girl, taking my big cock so fucking well!” Jackson praised, caressing your ass as you just tried to focus on breathing, you could feel yourself painfully clench around his size. “This is such a good fucking angle, I can’t wait to show you” Jackson chuckled, recording your backside. 

As if you would ever want to watch that. The pillow fell from your mouth. “Please stop recording me” you pleaded, jaw shaking from the pain and embarrassment. 

“Why baby?” Jackson pulled a face, still pumping his cock as quickly as your hole would allow him to. 

“I don’t like this” you panted, wincing at the pain shooting up your body, your legs wobbling like jelly. 

“Suppose I have enough footage…” Jackson breathed, putting the camera down onto the side of the bed. Little did you know, the camera was still recording. 

You gasped out as his balls pressed against your pussy, it was painful to feel his cock twitch inside of you. He was about to orgasm again, if you just held out for a little longer you’d be able to get the fuck out of here. However, you didn’t realize how turned on you were, distracted by the pain you were. Your cunt was dripping onto the cheap sheets.

“Fuck, you really want me to come don’t you?” Jackson laughed, feeling your ass clench him for dear life. “I booked for the night, not the hour baby. We have plenty of time” he continued, purposely trying to tease you as he playfully smacked your ass. Surprisingly you yelped at the sensation, your cunt squeezing naturally. “Oh, she likes to be spanked” his words murmured as he spanked you again, a bit more harsh this time, another yelp escaped your lips. 

Continuing to spank you, you were a moaning mess, shaking at the pain and pleasure combined as one. Despite your efforts not to, you came, hard. Jackson wasn’t lying about that, that’s for sure. “I win” Jackson laughed as your moans were music to his ears as you were swearing to yourself, beating yourself up that he had won. Quickly after, Jackson came into your ass, pulling himself out roughly mid orgasm to shoot his ropes of white stickiness all over your backside. 

Jackson let your body drop onto the bed, sighing to himself as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Laying there, completely exhausted from coming twice so quickly (you’d always consider yourself lucky if a guy could make you orgasm) Jackson pulled his undershirt over his head and ensured the recorder was at a good angle. When that was done he crawled next to you. 

“So… Do you like anal now?” Jackson grinned at you, you lowered your sight from his cruel joke, he rolled his eyes. “Come on baby, I need to know how fucking devine that cunt of yours feels” Jackson murmured, laying on his back and pulling you towards him. 

You whined, too weak to even consider fucking him again, but you straddled him anyways, your abused ass pressing against the fabric of his pants, arms hung around both sides of his head. How can he have so much composure? Was he feeling any fatigue? You despised how much stamina this man had. 

Jackson chortled at how easily he slipped inside of your sweet pussy, he thrusted his hips up and you gasped for air, your head falling onto his sweaty, pale chest. Your mouth pressed against his pec as you kept your eyes shut as you moaned continuously, there was no point in keeping your dignity now, Jackson had already broken you. 

“I bet you didn’t know you could get this fucking wet. Your fucking welcome” Jackson spat by your ear, his hands gripping onto your sore ass, as he thrusted up straight to your cervix. He grunted out, burying his cock deep into your canal. 

Jackson gripped onto your throat and forced you to look up to him. You choked out as Jackson’s stare was emotionless, despite his hips rocking in and out of you rapidly. He knew you were going to climax yet again, you were wrapping around him perfectly. 

“I want you to look at me when you climax” Jackson said calmly, his expression dark. 

Your next orgasm rolled over like a massive wave, you cried out, legs shaking like leaves in the wind as you were gasping for air, his hand still wrapped around your throat. Jackson smirked to you, refusing to slow down despite your obstructed pleas. 

With a heavy grunt, Jackson lifted up his upper body as he forced his cock in as deep as possible, his balls pressed against your intimate skin as he came undone. His hold on your throat tightened, in a moment of panic you believed that he was going to strangle to death, you thrashed around, but it was pointless with your hands restrained and his free hand holding your waist close. 

When you started seeing stars, Jackson let go of his grip and you collapsed onto his chest. Jackson sighed. Holding you close as he laid back down on the bed. Humming to himself, Jackson caressed your back as you struggled to find steady breath. 

“Free for dinner next week?” Jackson smiled innocently. 

[saintmuses]

❝𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨❞

Pairing:

Jackson Rippner x Reader

Summary:

She had thought about calling him pathetic, but something shifted inside of her mind, and the word dissolved from her tongue. A little butterfly effect that changed their ending.

Warning(s): SMUT. Slightly dub-con at first. Teeth markings. Praise kink. Fingering. P in V. Enemies to lovers. Slight possessive!Jackson. Minors, dni! Note: this was inspired by the scene where Jackson held Lisa against the wall before throwing her down the stairs. Plus I have a thing for Jackson’s biting kink 🌝.

Word Count: 1.8k

Jackson was behind her, too close, and he pressed her up against the wall in the hallway with both of his hands, both on the wall. Her face turned to the side against the white painted wall, and she could feel his chest rising and falling against her back.

"I don’t want you to touch me." Y/N hissed, exhaling against the cool wall.

She had hoped she would wake up from her nightmares when the sweet person she had met in the line turned into a blackmailing psychotic man who only crossed paths with her for an assignment that she knew he’d failed.

It was real.

"I'm afraid, sweetheart, I don't believe you," he murmured, his voice steady and calm before running his nose along her hair, and she felt an involuntary shiver roll up her spine at the deep tone in his voice.

"Why can’t you leave me alone since I did what you forced me to do?" she questioned vehemently with a little lie slipping through her lips since she had called Cynthia to get Senator Keefe out prior arriving to her house.

Glaring down the hallway as she felt him exhaling a soft chuckle into her hair. He then moved her hair to the side, nuzzling at the curve of her neck.

"Because it is my job to ensure the mission is completed, then I can leave you alone. The question is should I really leave you alone?" He asked huskily as he reached around to her front, and she could feel his fingers gripping her abdomen. She couldn't do anything but to let him guide her back into his body.

She attempted to pull away from him, pressing her fingers against her wall.

Without thinking of any consequences, she leaned forward enough to raise her lips to expose her teeth, and his sleeve were pushed back along with the blazer as he had laid it against the wall when she sunk her teeth into his forearm that was resting against the wall.

He made a noise almost like a grunt, and she could feel him exhaling harshly against the back of her neck. "You like to play dirty, don't you?" He chuckled; the sound rumbled in his chest which vibrated on her skin. "My girl," he said affectionately. "Don't you realize I fight dirty too." He hissed; a hint of dark promise crept into his voice.

She dug her teeth into his arm a little more, tightening her jaw when his hand slowly grazed her skin between her thighs. She was wearing black skirt which granted him easy access, but he had other ideas, he reached down with his unoccupied hand as it grazed the curve of her ass and gripped the elastic fabric around her waist to draw the material away from her body. She gasped when she felt the article of clothing sliding down her legs, leaving her in panties.

"So, you don’t want me?" Slowly, very gently, his hand rose further up into the juncture of her thighs and began to stroke her folds through the thin fabric that had her tightening her jaw even more. "Fucking you with my fingers?" A ragged sound made its way to her ear as he exhaled roughly. "Christ, Y/N. I could never get enough of you."

She felt like she could agree, nearly echoing the sentiment. Her knees shook when his fingers stroke over her skin, igniting a slow burning warmth that washed over her, and she leaned further into the wall.

She swallowed hard, biting down on his arm a little more firmly even as he stroked her, his fingers insistent against her folds, and she tasted slight rustic blood touching her tongue. She realized she had split his skin, and she felt somewhat smug because he inflicted the same to her before when he bashed his head against hers to knock her out in the airplane.

It was only fair.

She could feel a slight rumble against her back as he chuckled, "my girl." He appraised her.

His touch slipped in the panties, to finger further between her folds, finding moisture and spreading it almost lazily. He was breathing deeply in her ear, and she swore she could feel his heart hammering against her back. She was breathing heavily, too, her nostrils flaring as her mouth clamped tightly around the muscle of his arm.

Something between them had changed, which had him pressing her harder into the wall, and his hand wasn't gentle anymore, but she didn't care. Her body craved his touch, craved the heat and the coiling tightness in her belly, the way her knees were shaking and every nerve ending in her body seemed to shut down when his fingers flickered over her clit making her back arched into his chest.

She gasped, releasing the muscle of his arm to see the imprints of her teeth on his skin, reddening slightly. His arm disappeared from her vision, and she jumped slightly when she felt his fingers gripping the sides of her hips. 

She then flinched when she felt a sting around her thighs and hips, realizing he had ripped the fabric off her body.

He then pulled her hips backwards, allowing her to feel his hardened cock in the confines of his dress pants, and she shivered in anticipation.

She could hear the metal grating against metal, and she realized he was undoing his zipper. She shivered as her breathing came into tiny huffs of air to slow down her heart. 

He then shifted, moving her legs apart slightly with his. She felt his thick cock nudging between her thighs, and she could feel him breathing heavily at the sensation her increasingly wetness provided.

"Jackson," she whispered, not at all sure whether she was telling him to stop or begging to continue.

"Say my name again, Y/N." He growled against her neck; a low moan of his name torn from her lungs as the pleasure rippled throughout her body when he thrusted into her.

"Good girl," he said softly before pulling back slightly, his voice slithered across her skin, close to her ear. Something inside her quivered, though she tried to ignore the sensation.

She gasped against the wood when he thrusted back into her gently. His thick cock stretching her that she knew she wouldn't be able to find anyone to compare to.

She pushed her head into the plaster slightly when he shifted his angle, and she could feel his cock brushing against the cervix that had her gasping more in pleasure and a twinge with pain.

He then pushed her off of his cock, and she immediately protested due to the loss of being filled. 

He turned her around and lifted her up by her waist before carrying her over to the bedroom nearby. Luckily, it was a bedroom assigned for guests.

He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, making the bed springs squeaking slightly. He removed his blazer, throwing it somewhere in the room before unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once that ended up on the floor as well, he reached behind his head to grab the fabric of his shirt to pull it off, and he allowed his dress pants to fall to the floor before kicking them to the side after removing his shoes. She looked at him, analyzing his body before he got on top of her, his knees were on both sides of her hips, and he leaned back on her thighs.

He reached for the hem of her dress shirt, pulling upward to reveal her white laced bra cupping her breasts, and he sat on her thighs once again after she was free from the confines of her shirt. He then slid his palms up her bare sides of her abdomen before reaching for her bra.

She released a shaky breath as she arched into his touch as he pushed her bra up and over her breasts, his hands cupped her breasts, gripping them in a possessive grasp. "Mine." He rasped before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Arching her back after feeling his tongue swirling around her nipple, and she inhaled sharply when he sucked the skin into his mouth long enough to form a discolored spot. The torture was delicious, slow but deliberate when he continued to mark her skin with discolored spots.

A trace of a smirk hovered at the corners of his lips as he moved away from her thighs to the side of her leg after withdrawing his mouth from the swell of her breasts.

He pushed her legs upward until it was enough for him to nestle between her thighs, draping her thighs on top of his as he sat back on his knees. She gasped lightly when his fingers tangled in her strands, gripping it slightly with curled fingers, tilting her head forward by his urge, putting her elbows on the mattress, then she moved slightly, and she could see his cock pulsing slightly. 

She felt the heat of tendrils curling at the base of her spine, curling all around her as she bit down on her lips when he gripped the base of his cock with a curl of his fist. 

She could see him staring at her with a heavy amount of lust in his depths. "You're so beautiful," he shuddered before moving forward.

She inhaled sharply when he pushed his cock against her clit, the feeling burned her from the inside out. Before she could exhale, the air caught in her throat when he leaned down to smash his lips on hers with intensified raw passion. His grip in her hair tightened when he thrusted forward, and she released a loud gasp that edged on a moan when she felt him filling her up in every way.

Her neck arched when he pulled her head back after releasing her lips as he trailed his lips down to her jaw, revealing her neck to his hungry gaze. "God, I'm never going to let you go." He groaned slightly as her walls clenched around his thick cock. She shuddered when he withdrew from her momentarily before shoving his cock back into her with a brutal strength.

No one was able to make her feel like this. 

So hot, and dangerous. 

She cried out in pleasure and pain when she felt his teeth making its way in the spot of her neck, and she gripped his back with her fingers, digging in slightly when he tightened his jaw as he thrusted back into her.

His thrusts were so powerful that she knew she'd be sore for days and nights. 

She slid her fingers down his slightly damp skin of his spine, slowing down as she reached for his ass to pull him deeper into her.

She could not get enough. 

"Why me?" She gasped when he withdrew from her neck, she could see a little speck of blood -her blood- brimming around his lips before he leaned down to kiss her.

He exhaled into her mouth, sharing air with her as he slammed his hips into her. 

"Because you're mine."

[ermesskiss]

what music I think jjk students would listen to

✧ ft: yuji, megumi, nobara, maki, todo, yuta, haraki, kirara ✧ a/n: been thinking about this for a minute, and I decided to write out my opinions/hcs

jjk adult version here + jjk character playlist works here

reblogs and comments are always welcomed!!

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✦ yuji

➥ he definitely listens to pop music with overall good vibes. I also think he would listen to R&B and rap, but nothing that is too vulgar, he is the stereotypical sunshine character so I don't think it would be in character for him to listen to music that is highly explicit

➥ I feel like yuji definitely listens to music from the 2000s and 2010s, the type of music you would hear on the radio as a kid during that time, the nostalgic type stuff,

➥ I feel like he's a big fan of some of the old Drake music and Kanye's graduation album. I also think he would love Tyler, The Creator

songs

♪ Stronger: Kanye West ♪ Loving Is Easy: Rex Orange County ♪ Games On Your Phone: 24kGoldn ♪ Glitter: Tyler, The Creator ♪ Headlines: Drake

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✦ megumi

➥ my favorite emo, he for sure listens to dorky music, such as Weezer (hence, gege made Island In The Sun his theme song), probably some alt and rock

➥ though everyone calls megumi emo I don't think he would listen to sad/depressing 24/7 unless something horrible happened to him (the recent manga chapter) I think overall for somebody as grumpy as megumi, he does listen to more upbeat, positive music

➥ I think that he would listen to older music, stuff from the late '90s and early 2000s; I honestly think he listens to a little of everything in regards to the era. honestly whatever he does listen to relates to him or has some kind of story or meaning to it, if yk what I mean

songs

♪ You Get What You Give: New Radicals ♪ QUEER: BROCKHAMPTON ♪ Time to Pretend: MGMT ♪ I Want A Dog: Weezer ♪ Wake Me Up When September Ends: Green Day

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✦ nobara

➥ listens to more women artists than men (a true girls girl) regardless of the music genre, she's going to be more interested in women singers

➥ since nobara is very confident in herself and her abilities, she listens to music that makes her feel confident. Seeing her listening to sad music as she self-loath isn't in character for her

➥ a large majority of the music she enjoys is queer-coded (she's a lesbian, fight me about it)

songs

♪ Brand New City: Mitski ♪ Cherry Bomb: The Runaways ♪ Silk Chiffon: MUNA ♪ Broken Clocks: SZA ♪ Just A Girl: No Doubt

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✦ maki

➥ I get the vibes that she listens to rock music and also likes pop and some R&B; it’s a mix of all three tbh

➥ similar to Nobara, I can see her listening to music that makes her feel powerful, little music that is self-loathing; she’s trying to keep up with her stern and strong appearance

➥ is a Megan thee stallion fan, listens to her while training

songs

♪ Conceited: SZA ♪ I’m So Sick: by Flyleaf ♪ Did It On’em: Nicki Minaj ♪ Cocky Af: Megan Thee Stallion ♪ Hard Times: Paramore

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✦ todo

➥ All upbeat music, not a single sad or depressing song on his playlist

➥ Because it’s all upbeat music, he usually listens to rap and R&B. His workout playlist is the only playlist he listens to

➥ Also listens to music from female artists that are his type (Megan Thee Stallion, etc.), and he tends to listen to music that is explicit about women

songs

♪ Baby Got Back: Sir Mix-A-Lot ♪ Started From the Bottom: Drake ♪ Faneto: Chief Keef ♪ You Better Move: Lil Uzi Vert ♪ DOGTOOTH: Tyler, The Creator

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✦ yuta

➥ I think Yuta's musical taste combines Yuji’s and Megumi’s. On the one hand, he’s a lover boy, sunshine MC, and on the other hand, he has an emo/self-loathing part of his personality

➥ Given the genres, I would say he would listen to rock, alternative, bedroom pop, and Indi

➥ I think that yuta is open to listening to any type of music, he's interested in hearing other people's favorite music and he's also a bit of people pleaser so even if he doesn't like he'll agree so the other person doesn't get upset

songs

♪ Can’t Dance, Don’t Ask Me: Weezer ♪ Creep: Radiohead ♪ Day ‘N’ Nite: Kid Cudi ♪ Television/So Far So Good: Rex Orange County ♪ Bad Habit: Steve Lacy

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✦ hakari

➥ Listens to rap and R&B, without a doubt, and maybe some rock music from time to time

➥ Knowing that it is canon that he is a rebel and doesn’t like following the rules, I can see it fitting him also the fact that he’s a bookie and a player

➥ he's a drake fan

songs

♪ Baby Keem: Baby Keem ♪ Bad and Boujee: Migos ft. Lil Uzi Vert ♪ I Don’t Know Dem: Chief Keef ♪ F**kin Problems: A$Ap Rocky ♪ Crazy Story: King Von

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✦ kirara

➥ Based on their appearance and fashion style, they listen to alternative, rock, and dance/electronic

➥ kirara definitely giving off 2000s emo type music

➥ Since hakari and kirara are always together, kirara started to like hakari music more

songs

♪ freak show: Punkinloveee ♪ Ginseng 2002: Yung lean ♪ Helena: My Chemical Romance ♪ GOOD LOYAL THOTS: Odetari ♪ Hands Up!: 6arelyhuman

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✧ a/n: I had a hard time with a few characters; you would think, since I have over 1.9k liked songs, it would be easier lol. Anyway, feel free to comment your opinions and/or if you agree or not

[the-way-astray]

all of you are wrong. objectively.

Do you ship...

[alaydabug2]

Ok unpopular opinion but

I kind of appreciate the love triangle

Yes I get frustrated as crap with it sometimes with me thinking why she can't just pick one and call it a day

Then I realized

That's not very realistic

Cause in all of my Middle grade books (and a good bit of YA) that I read

When there's a love interest it's basically set in stone

Listen don't get me wrong

I love percabeth and Hallia and Merlin and all of those ships

But come on

How many people actually end up with the first person they like, or that they kissed, or dated

Not many

So I can appreciate Sophie not knowing exactly what she wants and taking her time deciding

Real people have to date a few people before finding the right one and make mistakes

She was willing to test things out instead of just going "it's Fitz I want and I won't settle for anything else"

Cause she kissed Dex (even though I cringe at that scene 😖)

She was willing to test it out cause she was curious and even though she didn't like him she also didn't shoot it down immediately

When she found out she was unmatchable and her and Fitz broke up

She was heartbroken (which I completely understand) but she also started to think maybe it would be better if they were only friends

When Ro told her Keefe liked her

She was still trying to figure out what she wanted with Fitz

But she was also starting to realize its ok if she has more than one option to choose from

She can like one person but then realize maybe they aren't the best fit for each other