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showtoonzfan · 2 years ago

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Ganna be honest the only reason I’m sticking around Helluva right now is because I’m waiting for the Fizz and Ozzie episode, as well as seeing Fizz’s backstory. I don’t give a shit about Barbie’s episode, (REALLY hope that’s not the next one, if it is I’m not watching it, I can’t stand another fucking poor pity me Blitz episode) nor the episodes that come after since we already know by the leaks how this shit is ganna end, so I really think I’m going to drop the Stolitz show after the Fizz and Ozzie one.

Season 1 was bad but season 2 is just worse. It’s retconning fucking everything, flip flopping it’s character motivations and can’t stay fucking consistent for the life of it, the female characters are still pushed to the back and have no thought or care written into them compared to the males, the humor is absolute dogshit because the creator only sticks to one fucking form of comedy every single time and can’t focus on the serious aspects without an unfunny shitty gag or distraction, the constant push of everyone wanting you to ship Stolitz and care about them despite them still having no chemistry or reason why they should end up together, (and being horrible people themselves) the constant dangling of future plot threads only for it to have an underwhelming “conclusion”, and introducing new threats when we STILL haven’t gotten to know our main fucking characters well and their dynamics/relationships, the show tries so hard to be deep and compelling but fails every time because in reality the writers have no idea how to write trauma and abuse and it’s just a fetish show for people who sexualize gay men to the maxes and get off to sex, the obvious fact that Viv has NO idea where this story will end or what her end goal is for the show, so she keeps pulling ideas at the top of her head without planning what will come after, causing everything we watch to not have any build up, proper time and dedication, or feel earned.

The show CONSTANTLY goes back to the status quo every episode and barley acknowledges the previous one that happened or existed, the characters stay the same and are never going through actual fucking development, learn from their mistakes or past, and when the writers aren’t retconning things, the characters are exactly the same as they were in the beginning of the show. The only characters I slightly care about at this point are Via, Striker, Fizz, and maybe Ozzie, but Striker clearly is a tool that Viv seems to have no sympathy for, and Octavia? Well…fuck Octavia, who cares about her feelings, lol, she’s a meanie for being upset with her father and needs to suck up to him just because he’s nicer, and when I say I “like” Fizz and Ozzie, that’s not saying much. We barley know them and I hate that Fizz is tied to Blitz in the first place, because you know Viv is going to end up sucking Blitz’s dick for every shitty action he did and have the end work in his favor. It’s so predictable, Fizz and Blitz are going to make amends, even if it’s not this season, I know it’ll happen, cause every fucking episode that focuses on Blitz wants you to feel bad for him and side with him, even when he’s being called out for being a dick, especially if you’ve seen the leaks. Speaking of those, with Viv mentioning that this season has 12 episodes and episode 12 was ALSO leaked, it gives me no hope or interest for the show. This show wants you to hate anyone and anything who doesn’t side with Stolas and I don’t give a shit about him and Blitz, since this is literally confirmed to be the Stolitz show, and these are two awful unfunny characters who should have never been main characters in the first place.

There are tons of better shows out there right now, as well as old shows I haven’t watched yet, and I need to stop wasting my breath repeating the same thing over and over. Tearing the show apart IS fun, but at the same time, it’s the same case with every episode. Fast pacing, unfunny humor, tonal problems, filler, favoritism in writing, lack of buildup, retconning, and the main point that certain characters suck and others deserve better. It’s legit the same issue every time so that’s why it’s starting to get so tiring critiquing the show and watching it, especially since I don’t give a shit about the characters or story, cause the characters I actually care about get thrown in the dust while the characters that fucking suck get focus constantly and idolized, and whenever an upcoming plot for an episode SEEMS like it’ll intrigue me, the potential is swept out the window because no one on this writing team is a good writer, not Adam, not Brandon, and especially not Viv, who hasn’t learned anything or improved, and doesn’t realize that she just doesn’t have the writing chops for what she’s TRYING to accomplish, and the show will never improve because the creator is a stuck up brat who can’t take criticism and treats it like acid rain.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva boss #anti vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #rant #hazbin critical

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youcouldmakealife · 1 year ago

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LBTE: Jared (114-117)

We've got a Jared on the move. But only after he's forced to feel far more feelings than he would like.

If you want to read along, the series page is here. All previous parts under the ‘liveblogging the end’ tag.

114-Rejection

The Oilers go to Calgary. And like, Jared’s not excluding himself in that. He’s on the flight, obviously, because scratched players travel with the team — the whole point of having more dudes on your roster than on the bench is so they’re there if someone gets hurt or sick last minute, or like, married a Flame and is subsequently getting punished for it.

All very common occurrences.

It’s not a long walk to his apartment, and he feels this fundamental sense of relief as soon as he walks in the door, gives the concierge a smile and a wave as he heads for the elevator. Home.

Hi James! (Add him to the name twin pile with all the Not-Mikes and Yes-Mikes, and multiple unrelated Bradleys)

Jared barely hears Bryce’s key in the lock before Bryce is behind him in the kitchen, chin on his shoulder and hands curling around his hips. He must’ve like, sprinted it.

He didn't walk, I'll tell you that.

“If you want to eat you can’t distract me,” Jared says, and Bryce digs his chin in harder before he kisses Jared’s neck, making it very clear where lunch lies on his priority list.

“No lunch?” Jared asks.

There’s a hint of teeth in the next kiss.

Bryce has priorities. Lunch is not on his list.

“We are not having sex in the kitchen,” Jared mumbles against Bryce’s mouth as he fights Bryce’s shirt buttons, and Bryce makes a disagreeable noise in response, but starts steering them towards their room, so that’s good.

Jared has sacrificed his safety for shower sex, but he draws the line at health. No kitchen sex. They make food there. (Okay, HE makes food there)

Every time he thinks Bryce has reached the plateau of being the best at blow jobs, he figures out how to make it even better. It’s like. There’s probably a hockey metaphor in there, applying himself to his game, getting on the scoresheet, something, but Jared’s too come dumb to think of one.

I admire Bryce's dedication to be the best at all his passions: hockey, marriage, sucking dick.

Hmm,” Bryce says, and kisses Jared’s shoulder in a blatant violation of the no-touching policy. Jared will allow it.

That edict lasted ten seconds.

He cuts it close: less than a minute after curfew there’s a curt knock on the door. Jared exchanges a glance with Julius, a silent ‘who’s stuck getting up?’, but considering Jared’s probably the reason it’s happening — they periodically check in on at least the ELC guys to keep them honest, but Jared suspects this is not a random spot check — he gets up and goes to the door.

“Good kid,” Mulligan says, then turns on his heel and walks away.

Mulligan hates everything about this situation.

Mulligan didn’t even check if Julius was there. He could have been out partying.

lol, okay Jared.

Julius is bobbing his head to whatever Finnish death metal band he’s obsessed with at the moment — they all sound the same to Jared, and he bets they would even if they were singing — screaming? — in English — while peeling an orange with his teeth like a total weirdo.

I love him.

He shoots the nauseated face Julius’ way.

Julius looks down at his phone when it buzzes, then pushes his headphones down, scowling at Jared. “What?” he asks.

“Peel the orange with your hands,” Jared says.

He really should have expected the half-peeled orange that comes flying his way.

“Go back to your husband,” Julius mutters.

“Would if I could,” Jared says.

Brothers <3

Jared works very hard on keeping his face completely stoic when the goal goes in. It helps that Bryce just scored on Jared’s goalie, which tempers the flare of vicious satisfaction he feels, thinking of Deslauriers’ face right now. Jared doesn’t like it when people score on his goalies, and that includes his husband. It’s rude.

It's poor etiquette to score on your husband's goalie.

They’re wheels up in nine hours. Less than ninety minutes until curfew, and maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he should have gone back to the hotel to stew instead of getting not enough of Bryce again, the time so short he’s just going to feel worse when he leaves, feel cheated. He would have seen even less of Bryce if he was playing, so it’s not the scratch, except it is, it’s the scratch, and the distance, and he puts his fucking ass on the line every single time he steps on the ice, worked so fucking hard to get there, and —

Jared’s so tired.

Oh Jared.

“They gave you first star, right?” Jared asks into Bryce’s chest.

“Yeah,” Bryce says.

“Good,” Jared says. “You deserved it.”

"Thanks,” Bryce says, then, “Sorry,” and Jared closes his eyes when he feels Bryce’s lips brush his hair.

Oh buds.

115 - Barrage

So yeah, consensus is it makes no fucking sense logistically to scratch him. Jared’s glad they noticed, though, of course they do — you cheer for a team as bad as the Oilers, a team that’s been bad as long as they’ve been bad, you’re going to question every roster decision, especially one that makes your already bad team weaker.

Flames fandom dies hard.

“This is such a fucking mess,” Jared says.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Greg says. “I’m going to call Summers, okay? He’s got a lot of influence, he might be able to swing something I can’t.”

Low key every time Greg is out of his depth, he's calling Dave. And Dave's picking up, of course, because the one time Greg DIDN'T call him, that lead to Jared coming out to Oilers management while Bryce was about to hit the postseason.

Jared shuts his eyes for a moment. Types out You too., then rewatches Deslauriers throwing him under the bus. He doesn’t know if the hint of a smirk he’s detecting is real or if it’s just what he’s projecting onto that stupid fucking face.

Jared is projecting it, but like -- who could blame him.

“GMs on poorly performing teams don’t have the best job security,” Greg says, and Jared bristles a little, even though the Oilers are an objectively poorly performing team. “But they tend to last at least a few years with the benefit of the doubt before they get chucked. And Halla’s bought him time. He’s going to be there for at least a couple more years I think. You want to be across from him at the negotiating table when you’re an RFA?”

“That’s almost two years away,” Jared says.

“Two years he’s going to undermine you, two years he can do whatever he wants to you without repercussions, because people aren’t going to think he’s scratching you for no reason, they’re going to assume there’s something behind that, and they’re going to start wondering what that is. Unless we file a grievance, but that could blow up too,” Greg says. It’s stuff Jared’s already thought of, but it’s different, starker, to hear it from his agent.

“I’m not going to bullshit you, Jared. If he wants to sink your career, he wouldn’t even have to try hard. A few more offhand comments about personal reasons, a few more scratches, they’re going to start assuming things about you. And you’re talented, but you’re not the level of talented where a team’s going to gamble that it’s worth it. Once you get a reputation, that doesn’t go away. And he knows that.”

Greg’s talking more confidently than usual, no hesitation, and Jared thinks he’s repeating what Summers told him.

Practically verbatim from Dave's mouth, bless him.

116 - Unease

Jared doesn’t know what he expects after Greg tells Deslauriers he wants a trade. Well, he sort of does: he expects to be traded.

Fair. But also not always accurate. I've seen dudes stuck in franchises for seasons after the request. Which honestly should be something the NHLPA should be on more, that a trade request doesn't start a formal process or a clock or SOMETHING. It's like one of those 'door close' buttons that isn't connected to shit. But then, I suppose some franchises would have a real hard time keeping anybody.

some of the hardest calls he’s ever had to make, and one he kind of wishes had been a call, because telling Julius in person lead to Julius staring at him, stone-faced, colder and colder as Jared talked, and he didn’t say more than a syllable at a time to Jared for literal days after. Everyone else Jared talked to saw the sense in it, even if they didn’t like it, but Jared thinks Julius took it personally.

I mean, it's hard not to be hurt by 'Hello, I, your only friend in North America, have requested to leave you', even though Julius understands why.

Every day Jared wakes up thinking it might be his last day as an Oiler, and every day it isn’t he finds himself appreciating the team more. Not Deslauriers, obviously, but the gruff no bullshit of Mulligan’s coaching style, the quiet solidity of Julius beside him at dinner or on the plane, the loud talent of Julius beside him on the ice, the room around him, guys around him. Jared finds himself agreeing to go out more, dragging Julius with him, hoping partly that Julius makes more friends — Jared doesn’t want to worry about him if he leaves him behind — but also because he wants to, now that it’s something that could end at any moment.

Oh Jared, you're the friend Julius deserves too.

Maybe it’s something he should do with his new team from the start, whenever or whoever that’ll be.

Maybe!!

Deslauriers hasn’t scratched him again, hasn’t said anything about him to the media, and Jared guesses that makes sense. Doing either of those would hurt Jared’s trade value, and Greg’s right: he’s going to need to get a good asset back or the fanbase is going to be pissed, especially with the chemistry him and Julius have.

Also the bromance. Fans hate when you break up a bromance. But that's another kind of chemistry.

And who knows, maybe the second Jared asked for a trade Deslauriers twirled his moustache and went ‘then I won’t trade Matheson, just to spite him’.

Deslauriers does not have a moustache, for the record.

There’s a lot of talk that the Oilers are looking to trade their own captain, which Jared is — kind of fine with. Jacobi’s a UFA at the end of the season, so it’d be good to get something for him that can make them a stronger team in the future. Also he’s annoying.

Jared.

“Jared,” Julius says, with this scandalised but delighted voice, like he can’t believe Jared just said that but he’s not actually disagreeing.

Julius is with me.

The nerves, and they don’t have a game tomorrow, just practice, so whatever. Jared can have a drink. Jared drinks.

The statement every drinker makes, of course.

He’s not just their best player by a long shot, Jared’s wholly convinced he’s going to end his career in the Hockey Hall of Fame. Nineteen years old and he’s already breaking the ankles of the vets trying to defend against him. Jared shudders to think what he’s going to play like at twenty-two, let alone twenty-seven.

Dude I based his play off is, at 24, currently the NHL's points leader (this may change, because it's tight as fuck up there, but he'll still be in the top 5 when I post this), so: big hype for 27, widely considered a forward's career peak. (And when Julius goes to KC)

Edit: he's still at the top, but he's now 25!

Great, the sad thoughts are invading. Jared gives his glass of wine a distrustful look.

I love him.

I won’t miss you at all if I get traded,” Jared says.

“Yes you will,” Julius says.

“Just on the ice,” Jared says. “Off the ice you suck.”

Julius stalks to the kitchen, all ruffled, like a furious cat, and Jared grins fondly after him, but makes sure his face is neutral when Julius comes stalking back out, beer in hand. Jared doesn’t know how you can take a passive-aggressive sip of beer, but Julius pulls it off.

Also love Julius. One thing that made me sad about moving all these pieces into place for Jared's move was leaving Julius behind in Edmonton.

Jared’s got a fun morning planned of mainlining coffee and trying not to have a heart attack.

These seem to be contradictory activities.

“Did you just get up?” Julius asks judgmentally when Jared opens the door.

“Yeah,” Jared says through a yawn. “Have I been traded? Are you the trade fairy?”

Julius rolls his eyes at him and pushes past him, putting two coffees and a bag of McDonald’s on the table.

The trade fairy brings McDonalds.

“Healthy,” Jared says, but it’s not like he’s ever going to turn down a McDonald’s hashbrown. He roots into the bag, finds two egg McMuffins and nothing else. “No hashbrowns?” he asks.

Julius shrugs. “Too greasy.”

Jared grumpily unwraps his sandwich. Hashbrowns are the best thing at McDonalds, no contest. Too greasy. Fuck Halla.

Subpar McDonalds. And big Joey Munroe energy from Julius.

“I refuse to learn I’m traded on TV,” Jared says.

Could be worse: could learn you're traded because you got a call from TSN asking about your feelings on being traded, and then have to awkwardly ask them where exactly you've been traded to. Not that that has ever happened.

He opens twitter, goes to the account of the guy who’s known as an insider and has earned that title, as far as Jared’s concerned, scrolling through the updates.

I kind of ride the line re: media personalities in this 'verse and still haven't made a full call on whether they're the same, or some are, or the like, because almost everything in YCMAL 'verse outside of hockey are the same (celebrities, media, fads, etc) but they're hockey adjacent so -- this is either Bob McKenzie or some dude named Rob MacKenzie, whatever!

Anyway before he retired I had a tab with Bob McKenzie's twitter permanently open on trade deadline, free agent frenzy, etc, even when I had the TV on for live coverage (which I inevitably did, though sometimes I put it on mute when things started to slow down). Those days are holidays for me.

A few bottom six guys, a slightly surprising move of one of the top Bruins, considering they’re in the playoff picture. Making room for someone big, maybe.

Maybe.

Jared eats his hashbrownless breakfast

Jared Matheson has never held a grudge in his life.

Julius has an impressive poker face considering he just got promoted to first line centre.

I mean he's a little concerned about the dude sitting beside him, still.

Greg huffs out a laugh. “He got a bit,” he says. “Do you want to know where you’re going?”

He doesn’t.

“Yeah,” Jared says after a moment. “Lay it on me.”

It was a mean thing to leave this part here. I'm not apologizing or anything, though. Doing it put everyone in Jared's shoes more effectively than anything else would have.

116 - Reconfiguration

Jared’s been to Boston all of twice before, both times for games. Not long stays, right in the middle of roadies, and he can barely recall them, though he remembers how the games both went — loss, loss.

Jared is going to continue to have some trouble with the Bruins going forward.

“The Bruins are going to trade me?” Jared asks.

“I’m pretty sure they’re finalising it right now,” Greg says. “Sit tight, okay?”

The author giveth, the author taketh away.

“This isn’t like, trade two of three, is it?” Jared asks, because sucky or not, it’s the best case scenario. Or like, second best. “I’m not about to be shipped to, like, Florida or something?”

“No, they were desperate to get someone good on the right wing,” Greg says. “You’re a Canuck.”

I cannot overstate how many wingers the Canucks went through that season on the Cursed Line.

Julius leans over Jared’s suitcase to hug him, sudden and pointy and borderline painful — he’s skinny, but he’s strong, he wouldn’t have made it this far if he wasn’t, no matter how much talent he has — and Jared, after a short, slightly terrified pause, hugs him back.

<33333 Jared and Julius hugs get to me the way Jared and Erin hugs do. Possibly because in both cases Jared is the MORE enthusiastic hugger, which is honestly impressive.

Dammit, this is the exact reason he wasn’t taking calls. He needs to pack. He needs to be ready to go wherever the Canucks need him. He needs to not be crying on his bed — fuck, it’s going to cost so much to ship his bed to Vancouver, and probably take forever, he shouldn’t even bother until he knows if he’s there for next season too — with a clinging, all-bone Finn attached to him.

Jared is crying, clinging to Julius, all emotion, and then boom — damn the shipping costs are gonna be whack. I love him.

Fuck, who’s going to feed Julius when Jared leaves? The Oilers won’t just let their franchise player starve, will they?

“Please learn how to cook,” Jared begs.

“Fuck you,” Julius says into his shoulder, then lets go, Jared’s lungs suddenly getting airflow again, though his breathing’s still a little too shaky. “Packing,” he says.

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Packing.”

<3 Them. As excited I was about getting to return to my boys Gabe and Steve, and excited for Jared’s reaction to Dmitry, I was slightly distraught myself about Julius going from main supporting cast to guest star (joke’s on me for that too).

“Boston, huh. They’re — they’re a good team, they’re a playoff team.”

“That was like, a whole team ago,” Jared says, interrupting the glummest sounding set of compliments he’s ever heard. “My time as a Bruin has come and gone. Didn’t even get a jersey.”

Give Jared a Bruins jersey.

“I’m betting that’s an understatement,” Foster says. “Just wanted to let you know we’re really looking forward to having you in a Nucks uniform. You’ve been a total pain in the ass to play against, so it’ll be nice to have you on our side.”

Here comes Brian Foster. My fave GM, and it ain't close. (Barrett Rutledge probably takes second, but again -- huge gap)

“I won’t keep you, I’m sure you’ve got a hundred things to do,” Foster says. “You’re at home, right? Not on the road?”

“No,” Jared says. “I’m at home.” For however long it’s home.

“Good, it was the worst when I got traded on the road,” Foster says.

“Didn’t see most of my shit until the offseason. I’m rambling. I do that. A lot. Just. Before I let you go — my job’s to make the best team I can, and I made it better today. I feel really good about how you’re going to fit on this roster, and I hope you do too.”

I loved him already.

#liveblogging the end

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002yb · 1 year ago

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Ooh what about any dickroy, jayroy, or roydickroy thots?

Dick+Roy

An opportunity to air my hot take of Roy being able to have more than one ride or die friend. Dick is one of many, actually. Roy inspires that sort of dedication; he would give nothing less to his friends and those sincere feelings are reciprocated.

Doesn't matter if Dick and Roy grow apart with age or due to circumstance or because of any sort of falling out - they'd find their way together again if ever there's a time of need whether their support is wanted or not and they'd stick out whatever trial or tribulation awaits no matter how devastating or ugly and ahhhhhh

Anyway these two are peak supportive; they're each other's greatest advocates. They're equals through and through and it shows in how they challenge/motivate one another and have each other's backs

About the equals thing? There were absolutely growing pains for a bit there. Back in their younger years, Dick unwittingly gave Roy a bit of a complex, fueled by personal insecurities because Dick has so many innate qualities to him that Roy struggles with. Needless to say, Dick is very !!! when he finds out because why would Roy ever want to be like Dick when Roy is Roy??

The admiration and respect goes both ways and at first Roy is so confused, but then Dick starts hammering home all of the things he adores and finds amazing about Roy and Roy just OTL oh lord plz stop but also keep going???

More DickRoy, but properly DickRoy

Compliments from Dick simultaneously take Roy out at the knees and leave him preening. Jokingly tells Dick, 'go on,' while batting his lashes and Dick does and Roy laughs but basks in the positive attention anyway

They tinker with equipment together. Not in a cool way though, just straight up nerds with their schematics and equations and whatever.

They probably watch gameshows together or do trivia nights idk they give off those vibes and it's cute

They don't really get into trouble together, but they laugh omg. It's a combination of inside jokes and having this wicked understanding of one another's humor and that humor being both compatible and insufferable and poor Lian doesn't stand a chance because dad jokes become DickRoy's bread and butter

The sort of bros that aren't necessarily romantic but have definitely fucked and it was a good time.

Roy+Jay

Specifically Dick's feelings on them because this is the definition of when your younger sibling steals your best friend and it's as tragic as it is hilarious because how the fuck?

Jason who was once the third wheel is third wheel no longer - Dick has taken up that mantle now lol

Dick can't even be mad about it because Roy is so good and Dick trusts him with Jason wholeheartedly and tbh Jason needs friends

Age difference. Age difference. Age difference.

Roy being a mentor to Jason. Maybe tinkering with equipment with him. Troubleshooting in new, not bat approved ways with cool, not bat approved tools and gear. But also life mentoring. Because Roy isn't just smart - he's got wisdom in spades. And idk it'd be cute for Jason to have heart to hearts with someone who gets him and has patience with him and can be that right mix of gentle and firm with him

Roy has had years of practice with Dick; believe it or not, Jason is 1000% more agreeable

What's more, Jason hiding out with Roy when family drama gets to be too much. And if Dick happens to be an offending party? Oh. Boy. Roy would defend Dick in a way that doesn't ostracize Jason, of course, but you can bet Roy seeks Dick out to metaphorically throw hands because wth, man? Be better. Then they make a game plan about it. He'll do this with Jason to if Jason was being a brat.

Roy the Robin whisperer lbr

But yeah I'm thinking Roy kisses Jason once on accident (it wasn't)and Jason is o//////o and Roy is also !!!! and Roy honestly avoids Dick for a month afterwards because he defiled Dick's brother oh fuck sorry not sorry

Unrelated: Dick with a brother complex always and forever it is what it is on this blog whoops (one of my many agendas)

Related to above point: Roy also develops a brother complex because Jason has that influence on people

This section has become DickRoy their potential for chemistry is too much

DickJayRoy

Hot damn

DickKoryRoy(??)

An even hotter damn

Canon should have gone this route tbh

#dickroy #and others

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charmixpower · 1 year ago

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Issue Forty-One: Love Beach

This is still so cool!!! Wish we got to see this in the show!!!

Amusement....Kingdom....

The Winx world in the comics is a capitalist NIGHTMARE

An ENTIRE KINGDOM dedicated to being a amusement park, hate that

Someone fire the colorist

Nfnskdksd Griselda girl fnsndndn

MFNSBFJSJDJSKDJSJS STELLA SO RUDE!!!!

But omg does she look amazing in that outfit

The scarf, the hat, the glasses, Queen you are so gorgeous

Musa looks gorgeous as well, her glasses and top matching her hair bands, Musa I love youuuuuu

Seriously what the fuck is going on in Cotradora's head

Anyways look at Riven's sunglasses, he almost looks as cool as he pretends to be ❤️❤️

I love this outfit actually lol

Brandon's necklace looks great too

Helia looks so handsome, godbless

JCJAKDJE RIVEN HAS A TOOTH/CLAW NECKLACE OH MY GOD HES SO PREDICTABLE 💕💕💕

And poor Timmy, I feel so bad for him. He both has to deal with his own feelings of inadequacy and listen to people voice it

Girl he is being constantly bullied and jeered about something he's always struggled with and been insecure about, like it's not about you right now. I understand that he thinks something incorrect about you but anxiety is an asshole. It isn't about you it's about his low self-esteem and how people's bullying makes him see the world

Also brushing off his fears about your dad is mean, he literally has come between you two and he's worried that his fucking up will make it happen again, it's just anxiety brain

"Just think about us two instead!" Yeah when people literally sit at the side of the beach and relentlessly mock him he should just remember he has a girlfriend, really Tecna?

Why is Icy even in this comic??? Like she doesn't actually do anything except exist around the actual villain, that blonde guy

She doesn't need to be in this issue bestie

FJANDKSDKDKSJDJJDDKKSJDJDJD THIS IS SO PITIFUL JDAHJSJS HIS BIG PLAN IS TO GET A PITY FUCK OH THATS SO EMBARRASSING

Girl you are well aware that he's both being bullied, and is easily peer pressured AND he's inviting you to hang out with him

Why are you so cranky

Tenca those glasses look amazing on you also why'd you even let it get to this point before you broke up with Timmy???

Girl you see your boyfriend struggling with bullying and insecurity and you dumb him because he's not giving you enough attention

Girl I hope YOU don't have any problems in the future, would be a shame if someone dropped your ass for that

Tenca is NOT polyamorous NFNSKDKSNJSKSJ

She looks great, and also I cannot imagine that Tecna is all that physically strong so this guy is absolutely built like a twig house

Wow this is even more annoying than s4 Musa's rebound

Tecna didn't even wait a second after being dumped to start wanting Timmy back bc the new boy was a jackass

Like I think Musa's crush on Jason wouldn't have worked out anyways, but if this guy wasn't secretly a dick Tecna would still be with him

Not even a SECOND before wanting her ex to take her back

Timmy I'm begging you to have some self respect, I know you were being bullied but please you don't need to do this

Look at Timmy he's so happy ❤️❤️

Also everyone loves Brandon, including the ocean

#Winx club #Rus liveblogs #Winx comics #Winx comic #long post

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 2 years ago

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whoops i did a cprime rant on the fanfiction Reddit

NO ONE GETS C!TOMMY AND C!DREAM RIGHT AND THEY DEFINITELY DO NOT GET THEIR DYNAMIC RIGHT. c!Tommy gets it slightly better, by virtue of having his own dedicated insane fan community, but while c!Dream also has it they lean wayyyyyy too far in making him a misunderstood bad boy and come out with a character as alien to the source material as whoever they’re arguing against.

c!Tommy is a very excitable, brash, and crude teenage boy. He’s outwardly rude but inwardly very kind, and is almost painfully empathetic, something that hurts him as much as it helps. He defines himself by toxic masculinity, but adores nature and cute things and sewing. He lashes out frequently, but is rarely malicious. He’s almost impossibly self sacrificing when it matters, but is a bit of a selfish dick when it comes to petty stuff (which like, again, teenage boy lol). He's traumatised and mentally ill, and that affects every part of him, but he’s also so much more than that. The way people write him, he’s either this poor sad woobie with no edge who's most destructive responses to trauma- namely, his impulsive tendency to fawn like crazy- is a good and healthy way for him to develop, or he’s a malicious little shit who provoked his own abuse and throws a pity party selfishly, caring about no one but himself.

c!Dream puts on a front of being an emotionless, cruel, and evil villain, but the interesting part about him is that his true self is even more terrifying. Believing himself to be a well intentioned extremist, his desires for a big happy family instead stem only from his own desperate need for companionship and approval, something he also paradoxically completely rejects in his own orobousian cycle, and he’s willing to commit horrific atrocities and traumatise those so called friends for that goal, whether they want it or not. He’s deeply sentimental but terrified to show weakness, so he pretends to not care about anything while growing more and more obsessive over everything in his life. It’s difficult to tell what parts of his sadism are real or an act, and it grows more and more clear as time grows on his concept of friendship must be deeply unhealthy and possessive. He's genuinely doing what he does out of love- yet that does not make him a good, or even redeemable person. He’s a fun inversion of the “all loving hero” trope, basically. But he’s written either as a bland, emotionless villain, or the cruel side of him is written off completely and he's just this loving woobie- despite his actions being so disproportionate he can hardly be called a well intentioned extremist and this requiring his brutal abuse of a teenage boy to be excused, normally by putting the blame on that boy (and that boy is c!Tommy).

Now, these two's “friendship” is fascinating because it shows how different yet similar they are. Early on, they were genuinely friends, but c!Dream always saw c!Tommy's iron will as a threat and wanted to control him. He grew more and more extreme in this goal, eventually cumulating in him making a plot to get him exiled from his home so he could physically and mentally beat him into compliance. There’s a lot more I could get into, but basically, the two have a very complicated set of feelings on each other. c!Tommy understandably despises c!Dream, but he was conditioned into some pretty severe Stockholm Syndrome, and can’t help but see c!Dream as a friend and empathise heavily with him, even dying doing so. Meanwhile, c!Dream sees c!Tommy both as a scapegoat he can treat as a literal idol of defiance, and a genuine friend in an incredibly messed up way, wanting him to rely completely on him and to be a tool in his plans. He takes joy in c!Tommy's suffering, but the last thing he wants is him permanently dead- he has, on multiple occasions, promised/threatened to make c!Tommy immortal for him. c!Tommy has picked up on this, and has referred to c!Dream seeing him as a plaything, a puppet, and a pet, and finds the idea more terrifying than anything else, even the mere thought causing panic attacks.

When their relationship isn’t just turned into a wholesome fluffy friendship to make c!Dream seem more sympathetic, either one of two things will happen. Either c!Dream will be portrayed as completely uncaring towards c!Tommy, willing to throw him aside for anything and genuinely hating him and wanting him dead, when the real horror of their story is that c!Dream would never allow that to happen out of some twisted sentimentality. Or, c!Tommy is portrayed as in some way equally as fault for the disastrous state of it as c!Dream, be it for causing chaos non maliciously, or helping his brother start a nation, or being annoying, which are equal crimes to abuse now I guess. And then they’re expected to have a mutual reconciliation where they both apologise (a scene like this did eventually happen in canon, but c!Tommy's actor literally clarified it was intended to show c!Tommy being irrational and making bad decisions, that he shouldn’t have apologised for anything, and he was genuinely kinda disturbed how people thought c!Dream was in any way sympathetic, funnily enough).

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mychemisgay · 3 months ago

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Omg omg I also find Yuta SO annoying. Apparently it's because Gege stopped working with the editor that suggested him a new mc just after Shibuya, notice how after Shibuya we stopped getting yuji/Sukuna, megumi and Nobara (lol), and he focused on his jjkk0 original protagonists, maki and yuta (and megumi wasnt even allowed to participate in the Zenin arc lol)

And yes I hated how rushed Sukuna's death (?) was because Gege couldn't stop going back to Yuta "yeah yeah sukuna died BTW YUTA IS IN DANGER NOW WE NEED TO SAVE HIM" Like...what? Why? Gege, we know Yuta will be FINE, this drama is such a huge waste of pages even sukuna and gojo stans join for a moment to say "wait why yuta now"

I want to think Mappa will fix the pacing, and the Sukuna death episode will be an entire episode, hell, even adding Megumi summoning his 10 shadows instead of just a puddle lol

Honestly while I can see some sukuna lore with gojo and yuji talk, I'm not interested in this whole Yuta rescue tiny arc

This is why I wish if a sequel is made another mangaka that actually likes yuji focuses on him, poor guy was interrupted over and over

See what I don't get is why did Gege simp for Sukuna so hard if he's just gonna kill him in a few pages and go back to Yuta?? He dedicated like a year to Sukuna's fight, gave him plot armor and made other characters ride his dick so hard for this??

And yeah he did my boy Yuji so wrong I won't even get into that

#ask #anon

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pseudophan · 4 months ago

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am i arguably the most pathetic one here for still being hung up on these people? yeah obviously. but they did go out of their way to ruin any and all enjoyment to be had in this fandom so like, pardon me for holding a bit of a grudge

the thing about the oldschool phanti blogs is most of them claimed they "weren't against phan or even phan shippers they were just against people being overly creepy" and like, on the surface that sounds perfectly fine! and as for the like two blogs that actually stuck to that, cool! they were chill. we didn't always see eye to eye but their intentions were good and for the most part they just offered an interesting alternate perspective on things. the perspective was wrong, to be clear, but they weren't being hostile towards anyone and it's hardly a crime to just not think they were together

As For The Rest Though... they'd have bios stating they have nothing against phan shippers while actively reblogging random phan posts just to say 'ew cringe' and 'dan and phil would hate you' constantly. not even harmful or invasive posts, just random shit by people having a fun time on the internet. they would go on and on about how speculating about dan and phil's relationship status is invasive and then be like 'omg i can't wait for dan to get a girlfriend they're gonna be so cute together' or even straight up shipping him with female youtubers. of course if you confronted them about this hypocrisy they would claim they're just trying to counterbalance all the phan shippers, as if that makes it any less hypocritical. just now when i briefly visited one of these blogs i saw a post wondering "why people are so quick to believe old posts dan has confirmed were just jokes but won't entertain the idea of danrific being real, shouldn't that be the same thing or are people just fetishising mlm" and i just... god it was so infuriating! all these people hiding behind 'protecting mlm from fetishisation', meanwhile what they were actually doing was just desperately trying to prove dan wasn't gay. cause that's the main thing, if we're being honest. i don't think most of these people were purposefully being homophobic, they were just really obsessed with dan specifically and couldn't handle the idea that he might not only be taken but not even be into women. some of them even admitted as much on their personal blogs lol. and as far as the kids and teenagers go i can't actually fault them too much because where the fuck would i get off shaming people for being unhinged about their interests and fandoms lmao like yeah don't be a dick to people and i hope they've now realised they were just being a bit homophobic but like, you live and learn. my real beef is with the Grown Ass Adults because why was i 16 getting constantly harrassed by 20 somethings telling me i was gross for uh... making phan memes? and at least i was 16 and mostly just found it funny, i was seeing 11-13 year olds crying because some 22 year old called them a freak (and plenty of other shit) for posting a top/bottom meme. and like, were those in poor taste? sure. should a 12 year old be posting that at all? probably not. are you helping the situation at all whatsoever by bullying them about it? obviously not. what the hell dude.

anyway. i hope all of those people are living happier lives now and not spending all their time running blogs dedicated to something they despise.

please i went through the blogs i've got blocked and it's mostly bots but there are a few phanti blogs from back in the day and oh my god these people were miserable

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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Pregame Warmup

Rin Itoshi x f!reader

warnings: orgasm denial(accidental), degradation, impact play (just a lil spanking lol), little bit of a bully!Rin, somnophilia, super horny reader, wify just want some dick, a little cream with your pie?, still not a writing blog :p

Word count: approx. 3.5k

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor.

When you first met you didn’t know much about soccer, just a college student studying sport medicine and was taking your final year practical courses. You and a group of other students were assigned to the college soccer team, and the moment you laid your eyes on Rin Itoshi you about had a heart attack. Was it possible for someone to be so pretty? You racked your brain for any information on the guy but having been in your own little bubble the whole time you were there you couldn’t come up with anything. But after that day you - admittedly were a little stalkerish in your pursuit in finding out about him. Learning about something called Blue Lock and what not. Apparently this kid was famous in the soccer world. Lucky for you fate was in your favor. He was their star player, and given you were the top student in your class you were assigned to him and a few others. But the poor boy was dense as a fucking rock when it came to anything not involving soccer. It took patience and perseverance on your end but eventually you won; rock on your finger and his name ‘Itoshi’ attached to yours — your own personal gold medal.

You continued to support your now husband as his personal sport doctor, since he wouldn't have anyone but you, and you loved that you could work together. Especially since even on off seasons his schedule was packed with training, conditioning and breaks that were far and few in between. During the on-seasons, well, you just count yourself lucky you were in the same building together. You loved Rin, and his dedication to the sport but….but…

“Ugh! What does a girl gotta do to get dicked down once in a while!?” You moaned into your pillow as you stared at Rin who once again passed out like the dead after coming back from practice. One arm thrown over his head and the other resting on his chest. Even as he slept he still had a little frown on his face, bottom lip poked out just asking for you to nibble it. His bare chest rose with his steady breaths, the faint smell of your shared shampoo and body wash curling around his body, mixing intoxicatingly with his natural scent. Your eyes went a bit unfocused as you continued to be a creep and stare longingly at your sleeping husband silently hoping he would wake up. Then again you would also feel terrible if you messed up his sleeping schedule. He needed to stay in peak form to keep up with all those other soccer brained idiots (affectionately) on his team.

With another groan you rolled over to your side, so you were completely facing him. Then dropped your gaze to your right hand, “Looks like it’s you and me again tonight.”

If you had to settle for ol reliable righty, the least Rin could do was offer you some fap material. You raked your eyes down his chest to his boxers that slipped low on his angular hips. Dark curls peaked over the top just barely. If you looked close enough you thought you could even see some shaft. God you felt like a pervert but this was his fault for looking like a goddamn snack in the middle of the night!!

You dragged a slow finger up and down your panty cladded pussy lip. Building up the steady flames that began to lick at your body. Other hand reaching for your breast. Going straight to pinching and pulling your nipples, trying to mimic the way Rin’s hands moved. It wasn’t quite right, your hands too soft. Too small to really give you what you wanted but it was enough. At some point you slipped your hand into your panties, and would’ve been embarrassed at how soaked you were if you weren’t so damn horny for any kind of action. There was more than enough slick dripping from your tight hole for you to scoop up as lubricant to play with your aching clip. A muffled, high pitch keen squeaked from your parted lips. Trying your hardest to not be too loud. Circling your hands faster and faster, you hiccupped and panted, abandoning looking at Rin for shoving your face into the pillows because you just knew you were being loud.

This was actually kind of getting you off. Trying to stay quiet and masturbating beside him. What would he do if he woke up and saw you? Would he punish you for touching yourself? Or maybe he fuck his cock into your guts. Hitting that spot your fingers could never reach. “Ahh….Rin….” Your hips stuttered, and your thighs pinned your hand to your spasming pussy as you gushed all over your fingers. Coming down from your high you turned to see if maybe Rin woke up….

Nope. Still out cold.

A pout pulled at your bottom lip. If it was him he would’ve still been pushing you through your orgasm. But you couldn’t handle the over sensitivity of doing it yourself. The heat of your lust still colored your eyes. You legs rubbing together for just a bit of friction as that pulling in your gut was demanding for more….Should you? He hasn’t gotten up yet, and he was a heavy sleeper...Just a bit wouldn’t hurt……

Encouraged by the throbbing in your pussy, you sat on your knees beside him. For a moment your rational mind came back to ask if you really wanted to do this. And then you told that part of your mind to fuck off because you deserved this. Determination settling in, you pulled your(his) shirt off. Carefully as to not wake him you grabbed his hand pressing it to your chest. Already the effect was different. Your body shivered. Damn you were ready to cum already. The only thing missing was the strength hidden behind the long, power fingers to really sink into your flesh but you would make due. Only with enough sense to not be too rough, you dragged his hand down to your now naked pussy.

It took some finesse but eventually you managed to fold his fingers so two were sticking up, bringing them to your glistening cunt as your other hand pulled your lips apart. You nearly fell over the moment you felt his finger pressing against your slutty little cunt. Slowly you began to rut your hips against his fingers, tightly holding him there to increase the friction. Every so often his trimmed nails would snatch at your clit making your entire body jerk. A pathetic moan ripped from your lips, puffy and red from biting them to keep your sounds at bay. You were completely lost, the only thing your lust addled mind focusing on was the feel of his fingers so deliciously against your burning sex. The bed creaked under your movements, joining the sounds of your debauchery. That tightening, fluttering in your lower belly was back -- this time stronger than before. Yeah with this one you should be good. Its a win-win. You got your nut, and Rin got his sleep. Perfect.

Just. Almost. The--

“...Y/N…”

You froze. Eyes snapping open to look down at Rin’s eye...lids? Wait. Did he just say your name in his sleep? No. No. NO! Shit your build up was starting to go away. You’re sure you looked no better than a desperate slut the way you scrambled to hump his hand again to grasp at the lingering vestiges of your orgasm. But try, and whine and hump as you might it was gone…

The unintentional edging had brought tears to your eyes, rushing down your cheeks, providing only a slight relief to the poker hot flush of your cheeks. What the hell kind of husband goes and cockblock (finger….block?) his own wife!? You were done with this shit. You wanted dick. And there was a perfect one just inches away. He could wake up for all you cared. You weren’t stopping until he came inside you. More bold than before you shimmied between his legs after tossing the covers to the side, then pulled his boxers down until it hooked under his two heavy hanging balls. And like the greedy little slut you were, your mouth watered as a conditioned response.

It took everything not to just swallow his sack down your throat, sucking on them like they were the fucking elixir to life itself. But you were on a mission. And that was his flaccid cock. You took it into your hands, a jolt of deviant pleasure racing up your spine for touching your husband like this without him knowing. He was so warm, and heavy in your hands. Even soft it was still too big to completely wrap your hand around and just the thought of it getting bigger and wrecking your tight little cunt had you gushing all over your thighs.

Your tongue rolled over his cock head, slowly at first, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Then moving to the base, trailing a long messy strip up his dick. Not caring one bit at the drool that spilled from the corners of your lips. Above you Rin’s breathing picked up, the lines on his face growing a bit deeper. When he was at half-chub you gave your jaw warm up flex (you’re always telling the athletes you work with that a proper warm up was important) before shooting straight down taking as much as you were comfortable with. Which was about half. Hollowing your cheeks you sucked a bit. Before bobbing your head slowly, going deeper each time and watching threw your lashes at the way Rin’s stomach flexed and thighs twitch each time you went down.

He groaned in his sleep, whispering your name again, still unaware that you had his dick currently nestled all the way down your throat. And he stayed there until the burn brought tears to your eyes and you needed to come up for air. Then you repeated, all the while working your third finger inside yourself. You could see it. The way his eyebrows tensed, his lip stuck between his teeth and how he kept fidgeting you knew it would be a matter of time before he woke up. How the hell he was still sleeping boggled you. You pulled away, stroking him a few times then licking up the delicious pearls of white that bubbled on the head of his flushed cock.

Moaning wantonly at the heady taste you positioned yourself over him. Using your fingers to spread your pussy lips and your other to guide him to your entrance. The first tastes of that stretch you yearned for all this time made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You had intended to take it slow, but when you took his head, Rin shifted beneath you, messing up your balance making you fall. Taking him to the base in one go. There was no stopping the scream torn from your throat from the sudden intrusion nor the way you came so violently around him. Your gummy insides fluttering wildly against his monster of a cock.

Beneath you Rin’s eyes (finally) shot open, a strangled groan fighting it’s way through the grogginess of sleep. On instinct his hands flew to your hips, but his eyes and mind had yet to focus on the real world. This was the real world right? He wasn’t still dreaming? He blinked confused at seeing his naked wife making a sticky mess of his stomach. Mouth wide, eyes rolled back. Nipples perked so tightly against her spit soaked breast.

“Y/N...what are you doing?” You giggled running your hands up his body, and over his shoulders until you were leaning over him. Tits swaying right over his face.

“What does it look like?” Rolling your hips you both sighed at the stimulation. His fingers tightened on your waist, pinning your movement with a stern glare. Normally you might have relented when he gave you that look, but he wasn’t fooling anyone with how he kept eying your tits like a newborn.

“I have a match tomorrow. Today. In-” He cut his eyes to the clock, “8 hours. That means only 5 more hours of sleep.”

“Just think of this as a pre-game warm up.”

“It’s a little early for a warm up.” He retorted, eyebrows raised, and stone faced as ever.

You tried to move again, pouting in frustration when he didn’t let up. Alright then. Different approach.

The retort on his pretty lips died off into a chest, rumbling moan, his eyes sliding shut. Maybe he as better at hiding it but he had to be just as frustrated as you were. When he opened them he saw your smug smirk. His jaw clenched as he tried to not give in but you already knew how this was going to end. With you fucked within an inch of your consciousness. “Y/N please...Go to sleep. And don’t do that again.”

What kind of guy was he that he could just go to sleep in this state? You tilted your head, eyes wide as you painted the perfect expression of innocence. “Do what?” Massaging his tense jaw you asked with a little too much excitement in your voice, giving away that you knew exactly what he was talking about. Your eyes lit up, “Oh! Do you mean….this?” You squeezed around him again, eyes narrowing at the way he threw his head back, giving your lips the perfect perch to kiss along the pale expanse of his neck. No marks though. Not that you didn’t want to.

“Fuck Y/N….you’re really askin’ for it…” The intensity and lust in his eyes had darkened them to pools of midnight. And your spine tingled at the thought of all that intensity being centered on one thing and one thing only. You.

“Come ooon Rin~,” His grip had slacked enough for you to start rocking against him and this time he didn’t stop you. “It’s important for athletes to find a way to relax before a big game so they don’t tense up with stress. Really I’m just trying to help you out.”

His eyes darted to the clock, gears turning in his head. Probably trying to calculate just how much sleep he can miss out on a still play at his ‘optimal’ performance. Gut tightening in anticipation as you felt the shift in energy. Rin chuckled, a dark smirk rising to his face, “That’s what you call using me to get yourself off while I was sleeping?” His fingers crawled around my hips and thighs, a path that had long been memorized after nights and nights of blowing eachothers brains out. There was a resounding slap. Then your moan from the sting of his palm on your ass.

“Dirty slut. Can’t think about anything except a cock in this pussy, huh?” His words made the shame of everything you did before he woke up come back to you, and you whimpered. Another smack. “Couldn’t keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself. Instead you had to wake me up because you wanted to be a little cock hungry whore.” The next smack was so hard you felt the vibrations all the way to your clit, and you squirmed, panting heavily into his dark tresses and your breast pushed against his face. Not that he seemed to care, taking the opportunity to inhale your nipple. Latching onto it like a fucking vacuum, rolling the nub in his mouth for a while before letting go in time to another slap on your ass.

“Don’t get lazy. Finish what you fuckin started, slut.” Scrambling to sit up, you pushed off his chest. You may have been the one on top, but the way he looked at you left no doubt as to who was really in charge. “You...you aren’t going to move?” You asked, half way begging for him to pound up into you from below.

But he just gave you a sinister chuckle and waved his hand in front of your face. The same hand you were using just a bit earlier. That shame came back with a force that had your sight spinning and breath catching in your throat. “You didn’t need my help when you were sliding your slutty little cunt on my hand. Hm? Thought I wouldn’t figure it out?” He mocked you, squeezing your cheeks to puff your lips with his dirty hand. “I hadn’t even touched you yet my hands all sticky with your slutty juices. But I know it wasn’t enough was it? Not enough for my whore of a wife to get off, yeah?” He nodded your head for you, fingers digging harder into your cheeks. Then letting you go with a couple of patronizing, light slaps. Then bringing his hand to his mouth, cleaning his hands without breaking eye contact once. His other hand motioned for you to get a move on.

Mind in a haze and body more than ready to cum after your accidental edging, you bounced on his dick like a damn pogo. You reached back to use his knees to brace you, whining with abandon about how good it felt, and how deep he was hitting you. Every wet slap pulled the coil in your stomach tighter, and tighter and tighter but it wouldn’t snap! With a pathetic whine, you doubled your efforts slamming down and milking his cock so tightly that Rin was seeing stars.

“Fuck baby, yeah...that’s it, mmm...yeah, fuck this cock. Lookin’ so pretty riding my cock.”

“Rin I-i-i…..” Shit you couldn’t even think right now. Could hardly breath but you begged and babbled in any way that you knew how. “....Please...Rin move...I wanna cum-hic-p-please help...help me cum I need it...so bad.” Face a mess with tears you continued to move, crying even more when you started to slow down because of your own strength waning.

“Aww, pretty baby can’t even cum without me? Need me to fuck my cock into your greedy pussy? Come on, baby. Use those big girl words.”

“I-ahh...I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk. Want to be your pretty little cocksleeve-ahhh! Oh, fuck yes!” The devilish look in eyes glowed in the dark. A look I’ve only ever seen when every single fiber, muscle and cell inside of his body was focused on scoring for his team. And now all that focus was on rearranging your guts. His fingers dug into the flesh of you ass, forcing you to meet every one of his punishing thrust. Your mind racing from the way he just manhandled you into doing what he wanted. The sensitive head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb with every thrust, jostling your body like a ragdoll. Completely at the mercy of Rin’s unleashed lust. “Pussy so good. Sqeezin’ me so nice….shit, tits pretty too...Gonna keep my cum all nice and warm during the game today, aren’t you pretty baby?” You nodded not really hearing him but just wanting give him whatever he wanted as long as he kept fucking you like this.

The two of you continued to chase after that high, and with a few more bone shattering thrust you came, squirting all over his chest with a relieved sob. His balls lurching as it pushed heavy, thick streams of cum like a piston from his slit. And it didn’t stop. He kept cumming, filling your womb with weeks worth of his seed that seemed to be saved up just for this moment. He chuckled, combing his hair back from his sweaty forehead. “My pretty baby satisfied? Milked my cock real good didn’t you?” He rubbed your belly, the feeling of being so full making you giddy and warm.

“Mh-hm.” You mumbled dreamily, letting your body go limp when he rolled you both over so he was on top. His eyes roamed your face for a bit, his expression softening before kissing you gently. The feel of his lips anchoring you back down to earth. Still kissing you, he fumbled blindly in the bedside drawer, only pulling away when he found what he was looking for. The feeling of being empty only lasted for a second before his cock was being replaced by something else, though not as thick.

“There ya go. Gotta keep my pretty little cumslut full. You start misbehaving when you’re not.” He looked at the clock again while shifting you both to the dry side of the bed, letting you snuggle under his arm. Seeing how satisfied you looked as you feel asleep had made him feel a little guilty for neglecting you for so long. He decided then to make it up to you during the lull before the next game.

The next day Rin played better than he ever had before, for some reason feeling lighter and quicker, and scoring 3 of the 4 goals in their game. Meanwhile you silently cheered him on trying to keep his cum and the plug nestled in your cunt from slipping out.

#blue lock smut #Rin itoshi x fem reader #smut smut smutty smut #still not a writing blog lol

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

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heyyy, i wanted to tell you that i love your writings and that you encouraged me to start writing myself. so thank you💕💕💕 I wanted to ask if you could write something about bakugou being your upper classman and eventhough hes mean to others he is nice to you, being all possessive and protective of you? you think its nice, calling him senpai and always looking up to him. hes your idol, you trust him with your life. so of course youll let him stay the night over. he pressures you into (1/3)

glad you’re writing! Writing is so fun, and even if you think it’s bad, you’ve still created something, be proud!!

Warnings - degradation, NSFW, dub con, abuse of trust & power. Manipulation, uhm Bakugou being a jerk.... what's new lol.

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“Katsu... ‘m tired, wanna sleep.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut again.

“No, no sleeping until I say. Don’t you want to make me happy? C’mon, I fucking know you do.”

He’s pushing at your body, jostling your shoulder while you lay on your side, eyelids heavy. You had agreed to let your senpai spend the night - Bakugou had said something about wanting to get out of his house for a bit, and you’d eagerly volunteered your own place.

The original plan was to let him have the bed, and you could sleep on the couch. You’d do anything for Bakugou, for the fiery blonde that hurled insults and spit curse words more than he breathed.

Those harsh words were never directed at you though, not since he’d found you crying on the first day of school because some dumb freshman had flipped your skirt up in the cafeteria.

You’d burst into tears at the jeering laughs, scrambling to pull your skirt down to cover yourself before darting out of the cafeteria, tears rushing down your cheeks. Bakugou had found you curled in the corner at the bottom of the stairwell, sobbing your heart out in embarrassment and humiliation.

At first he’d sneered at you, opting to ignore the pathetic little girl that had gotten her panties exposed, but something made him pause as he strode by you.

Maybe it was the way your breath hitched on each quiet sob, or maybe it was the memory of your cheeks loosing color before bursting into a brilliant red. Perhaps it was the thought of how your ass had looked, the brief glimpse he had caught of your panties before you’d pushed your skirt back into place.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou had stopped, retraced his steps, sighing as he crouched down in front of you.

“Stop fucking crying, it’s annoying. That piece of shit just wanted a reaction from you.”

You had glared up at him, scrubbing at your eyes with your fists.

Bakugou felt a bit taken aback when he locked eyes with you, your eyes clear and watery, the color of your iris vibrant and defined against your red, teary face.

“If it’ll make you stop crying, I’ll go beat his ass. Make the dumb fuck cry like a little baby.”

“Like how I’m crying?” You snorted derisively.

The blonde huffed, surprised that you weren’t shy of admitting your pathetic state. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

A tiny smile graced your lips, and Bakugou rose to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now get up, go get to class. You’re gonna be late and you’ll get detention or some shit.”

Later that day, after the last bell had rung and all the students were filing out of their classrooms, a scuffle had broken out.

Bakugou had the freshman that had embarrassed you caught in a headlock, one hand reaching into his pants to give the poor kid a wedgie. The kid was swearing, yelping, trying to hit at the upper classman but failing. There was a group of kids surrounding the pair, some jeering, some looking on in disdain, others rushing off to find the principal.

When you came upon the scene, Bakugou’s eyes found your own, and he smirked, snapping the waistband of the freshman’s underwear against his skin, the sound making you flinch. That had to have hurt.

The blonde roughed him up a bit more, before letting him go, shoving him to the ground with a cackle before shouldering his own backpack, vacating the area before the principal arrived.

He was your hero.

Always watching out for you, scaring away bullies, making sure you remembered to “do your shitty homework”.

So if he wanted to come over for a bit? You let him. If he wanted someone to bring him cold water during football practice? You were there. Did Bakugou want an extra dessert after lunch? He could have yours, you didn’t mind.

“Wake up-” The words growled in your ear had your eyes fluttering open as you yawned.

“It’s lateeee-” You whined, reluctantly sitting up to face Katsuki.

The blonde had refused your offer of allowing him your bed and you sleeping on the couch, instead insisting that the two of you share your bed.

Currently, he was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, bronzed skin on display. You kept your eyes averted, although you knew what you’d see if you looked.

Solid muscles hiding under smooth skin, indicative of hard work and dedication. Bakugou was proud of his body, and didn’t mind showing off.

“C’mon, I wanna fool around. Take off your shirt and come touch me.” His command was low, muttered, as if the blonde was tired too. The overeager hands pulling at the hem of your shirt betrayed his true feelings.

“No, Bakugo-”

“Call me Katsu, don’t make me ask again.”

You stumbled over your words as the blonde pushed up your shirt, ignoring how your hands were trying to tug the fabric back down. “Katsu, stop it please, I don’t want to do that with you.”

That made the blonde pause, a frown on his face. “Why not? Am I not fucking good enough for you? What the fuck.”

“No! No Katsu-” You scrambled now, trying desperately to appease him. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Good, cause this is happening. C’mere-” He was pulling you into his lap, his warm hands finally succeeding in pulling off your shirt, tugging it insistently over your head.

“Wait, don’t look! Give me my shirt back!” You whined, hands flying to cover your body from Bakugou’s heated gaze.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, before flinging your shirt across the room with a smirk. “Nah, don’t be shy. Fuck, look at those tits.” His eyes were on your chest now, as were his hands, batting yours away like an annoying mosquito so he could grope your soft flesh.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

You were bright red, squirming on his lap. What was he doing? “Um, Katsu, I don’t think we should..... I mean, this isn’t..... um..... um....”

You trailed off as he massaged your chest, rolling your nipples underneath his fingers, watching the dusky buds flatten and pop back up when he pressed on them.

A little pinch to one of them has you squealing, Katsuki immediately slapping a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and serious. “Shut the fuck up, you wanna wake up your parents? Dumb bitch, keep quiet.”

The words stung, made tears prickle in your eyes. Why was your senpai being so mean? Did you do something wrong?

Content that you had got the message, he took his hand away, trailing down to squeeze at your breast before dropping his hand further, to the hem of your sleep pants.

“Katsu-Katsu, wait, I don’t think I’m ready for this! I just want to go to sleep, let’s sleep.” You pleaded, shivering as his other hand still caressed your chest, roughly palming over your mounds and tweaking your nipples.

“Shut it, just stay still.”

You continued to squirm, pushing his hands away, trying to wiggle out of his lap, only for the blonde to finally snap.

He growled low in his throat, and then you were on your back beneath him, head hitting your pillow with a soft sound, Bakugou grabbing your hands.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just wanna fool around and feel good and you’re being an uppity little bitch. Cut that shit out. This isn’t that big of a deal, stop being a baby about it and let’s have some fucking fun.”

The words held a bit of malice, a hint of a threat. But, what he was saying was true, wasn’t it? People your age did this kind of stuff all the time, it wasn’t a big deal. There wasn’t an issue with it.

Sighing, you tried to relax, slumping your shoulder dejectedly before Bakugou let go of your hands, his own moving to the waistband of your sleep pants.

“There, see? It’s not that fucking hard.”

The thing brushing against your thigh was hard, warm and solid as it prodded you insistently.

Your pants came off, and so did Katsuki’s, leaving you both in nothing but underwear. His skin-tight briefs were tented, the length inside leaking against the fabric. It looked almost painful.

“Touch me.” The male commanded, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to his clothed dick. You cringed when you made contact, the length twitching underneath your hand, but Katsuki wouldn’t let you pull back.

“I said to fucking touch me.” the blonde snapped, pushing his hips further into your hand.

Reluctantly, you started to massage his length, working it with your hand in rhythmic motions. The blonde groaned, and when you looked at his face his cheeks were flushed.

“Feels fucking good, keep doing that shit.”

One of his hands was unceremoniously shoved into your panties, immediately petting over your slit with quick, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before a finger prodded into your entrance, slowly pushing it’s way inside as you arched and winced against the intrusion.

“Fucking relax and be good for your senpai. I’m doing this for you, be grateful.” Bakugou snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Katsu-oh, feels-feels weird...” You mumbled, hips twitching underneath him. You tried to keep touching him, but your attention was quickly being ripped away and focused on the sensations between your legs.

The finger inside you thrusted slowly, gently, and you bucked your hips at the odd sensation, mewling when Bakugou’s thumb rubbed at your clit. It felt... weird, but in a good way.

But Bakugou was impatient.

“And you can’t even fucking touch me at the same time, you’re worthless as shit.” He spat, cruelly shoving a second finger inside of you.

It hurt a bit, and you gasped, but before you could say anything the blonde was kissing you, lips crashing into your own.

“Mmph!” You squeaked, hands flying to anchor yourself by gripping onto his shoulders, trying to slow him down from attacking you with such fervor.

You couldn’t stop him though, he was determined to feel you.

“Oh fuck, you taste like mint-” He gasped, pulling away from your mouth to gasp for air. You felt dazed, like this was some sort of bleak dream-turned nightmare. Your toothpaste had mint in it, was that what he had been tasting?

The fingers inside of you were thrusting hard now, scissoring, stroking your walls, calloused skin being warmed by your insides. HIs thumb was still patting at your clit, rubbing broad circles around and on the bud, making you shake.

But then his fingers were gone, and Bakugou was pulling down his boxers, shuffling down the bed so he could slot himself between your thighs.

“Look at that tight little pussy, you’re so goddamn wet. You need a cock filling you up, huh?”

You laid there in a daze, barely registering what the blonde was saying. You missed the pleasant friction against your clit.

And then there was pressure, a tight stretch, burning.

Your legs kicked out and you inhaled, ready to cry out, but Bakugou clamped a hand tight against your mouth again, leaning down as he seated himself all the way inside.

“You make a noise, and I’ll just fuck this slutty little body harder, got it?”

Stilling, you shivered involuntarily, the feeling of the thick intrusion messing up your insides painful yet delicious.

“Give me a goddamn answer you stupid bitch.” Katsuki spat, eyes blazing.

Only then did you actually register what he had said previously, and you immediately nodded your head, looking up at your senpai with wide eyes. You didn’t want him to hurt you.

Satisfied, Bakugou grinned, although he didn’t remove his hand. He pulled his hips back just a tad, before grinding into you hard, relishing the way your tight walls sucked him in.

He repeated the motion, quickly building up a rhythm of short, heavy grinding thrusts, barely pulling out before grinding his cock in deep.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re a treat.” The small bit of praise made you feel better, warmth spreading in your chest.

But then he started fucking you in earnest.

It hurt, how rough he was being with your body, and you whined behind his hand, grabbing at his wrist. You needed air, and you couldn’t take in enough through your nose.

Bakugou just gave you a disdainful glance, before hammering his hips against you, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.

The sharp burn had simmered down into a dull afterthought, the more pressing feeling being that of spiking pleasure each time Bakugou’s thick cock drilled into your insides. It felt good, you were almost writhing on your sheets, legs shaking and kicking out, hands scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Stay fucking still-!” The blonde growled, yanking you closer to his body before your careless wiggling could make his dick slip out of your tight entrance. You moaned behind his hand, and Bakugou grinned, before taking his hand away, patting your cheeks roughly.

“What was that? Hm? Speak up little bitch, what’d you say?”

“Oh, oh please-! Katsu, feels-feels.....hnn, feels-!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, hands circulating between gripping your hair, the sheets, and your chest, unsure how to handle the onslaught of pleasurable experience.

Bakugou huffed, quickly pulling out to maneuver you into a different position.

The slight reprieve allowed you to catch your breath, but it was soon punched out of you again when Bakugo slammed home, your body laid out on top of his, your back to his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.

His hips flexed as he thrusted up into you, one hand holding your hip, the other using four fingers to rub wildly at your clit.

It felt so good.

Your hips kept jumping, legs shaking on each exquisite rub, each delectable thrust filling you up so nicely.

“Mmh! Katsu, Katsu, please, oh-oh-oohhh-” The moan left you, and Bakugou sped up his hips, now uncaring of the noises that you made.

He just wanted to cum.

“Oh god, oh no, it’s feels good, it feels good-ugh, Katsu!” You cried, and the man grinned, bitting at the shell of your ear.

“Fucking take it, gonna make you fucking cum.”

And you did, crying and moaning and shaking on his cock, walls convulsing and milking him dry, his balls clenching and twitching as he unloaded his seed inside you.

It was sticky, and hot, and it felt gross, but you were too fucked out to care, sweaty and exhausted and confused.

The only sound in the room was that of heavy breathing, both you and Bakugou worn out.

When you finally did move, it was because Bakugou was pushing you to the side, grimacing as his cock slipped free of your gummy insides. Cum dripped down your thighs, gloopy texture making you gag as it slowly seeped from your hole.

“I’ll... I’ll clean you up tomorrow.” Bakugou mumbled, throwing an arm around your waist to drag you close to him.

The thoughts swirling inside of you were so confusing. Right now, it was easier to melt into Bakugou’s chest than to think, to try and sort out what had just occurred. It was fine, it was normal.

You just wanted to be good for your senpai.

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kaidatheghostdragon · 1 year ago

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Ooh, what if it's an exchange of ecto thing going on? For some reason, rotating around the ecto is necessary to keep it vitalized or something? All the bats are liminal, but tim is the one whose ecto is most like the pits because of brucequest, so that's subconsciously most familiar to damian. (Jason would be a MUCH better fit, but bruce forbade sparring between the two because his poor dad heart can't handle how dangerous they appear to be to each other.)

Could explain jason's anger issues and how they tend to blow up more around family - the dude is literally starving for an ecto-exchange and has isolated himself from the rest of his fraid. Of course, the moment he enters the manor, his instincts are gonna push him into absorbing as much ecto as possible. But without *knowing* that's what he needs, it just feels like emotional overstimulation that erupts into anger (he's pulling ecto towards himself but nobody is pulling it back to balance it out and help regulate it.) Then he feels guilty because he doesnt understand his own instincts and self isolates again.

Might also explain why tim is chronically exhausted. Is he getting enough sleep? No, but if his ecto wasnt being constantly sucked dry by damian (tim isnt doing a proper ecto-exchange because he thinks he's fighting for his life instead of social enrichment), he'd be doing a lot better than he is. (Hc that his liminal ability is to not need [much] sleep.)

Dick, the one to actively try to interact and maintain a relationship with everyone in the fraid, has the most regulated ecto. Being emotionally competent (relatively) makes him healthier (marginally).

Cass's first language is the language of ecto-exchange, so she understands, even if she has no way to articulate the concept to the rest of the family. She tries to keep everyone regulated but is only one person, and a proper exchange requires dedicated one-on-one time.

Bruce started out extremely stagnant but got healthier over the years as he adopted more kids and enlarged the fraid. More ecto entities in the fraid means more exchanging of ecto. Adoptionitis was literally a biological drive for him, lol.

Maybe damian runs away and goes to bother jason for a few days. Suddenly, not only is he doing better, but so is jason. Dick and tim conspire to keep bruce from finding out about jason and damian sparring. Are they using real weapons? Yes. Does it look like either one of them could lose a limb at any given moment? Also yes. But goddamn if both of them arent happier, and tim needs a few days for his ecto levels to restabilize - i mean he needs to get more sleep. Yeah.

(The rest of the bats get enough exchange from regular training and sparring. Jason and damian are more liminal and have larger ecto reserves, requiring more time dedicated to ecto-exchange to maintain health.)

Danny is eventually gonna find an entire fraid surviving on conflicting instincts and sheer stubbornness without any knowledge of their real natures and hoo boy is that gonna be a mess and a half to clean up.

Short DPXDC Prompts #1014

Damian NEEDS to fight. It’s a part of his ghost/liminal biology. It’s similar to food for humans, if they don’t do it on repeated intervals they’ll “starve”. Well, Damian gets into a fight with Tim. This has happened many times. To Damian it’s a drive he needs to fulfill. To everyone else Damian is just attacking Tim for no rhyme or reason. Bruce puts his foot down and grounds him. Damian tries to prove to Bruce that he can truly not be confrontational.

Big issue: he’s unknowingly starving his liminal/ghost side and it’s visibly apparent too. He’s more lethargic, his cheeks are sunken in, he gets injured more easily. The other Bats realize something is very very wrong but no one knows why. (I wrote this v tired this might not make sense)

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izzyliker · 3 years ago

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the funny thing is that radfems have, since at least 2014, been on tumblr telling everyone that bi women not only aren’t actually safe to date bc of their dedication to dick or whatever, but that they also are not genuinely attracted to women but just sleep with them to use them. radfems are completely 100% on board with the concept of STRAIGHT people having sex with people of the same gender and remaining straight despite this, but a gay person doing the same is IMPOSSIBLE to them. a straight girl having sex with poor defenseless real gay women is a real scary boogeyman to them and in fact more likely than bi women existing, but again. a gay person willingly having sex w someone of the other binary gender is literally incomprehensible and also homophobic to them. like i know it’s bc they already see sex as like violent and harmful but it’s so annoying to see the cognitive dissonance lol

#best wishes gargoyle king

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Could you possibly do a fic with Bakugo and Todoroki based on the lines from the song confident “she said it’s her first time” “I think she might’ve lied”

Where one of the boys are going on about their night with y/n and how it was their first time and the other says “I think she might’ve lied” and so on lol, thank you:)

I,,,, this ask,,,, I like it.

•She Might've Lied•

Summary: What the ask says lmao. Based off of the song Confident by Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper. (College AU for legal reasons.)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), mild overstim, multiple orgasms, mentions of a blowjob.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, mentions of Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (All aged up, 18+)

A/N: This turned into total fuckboy Todoroki but I am NOT mad about it, I simp aggressively. This is what my brain produced, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for such a fun request! I really enjoyed writing this.

Word Count: 1,428

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"Shoto- oh my God- fuck- fuck- fuck." You pant, back arching as you fist the sweat soaked sheets beneath you.

You shiver as he pulls you apart and works you over. Everything inside you feels so tight and hot and good.

The tip of his tongue zeroes in on your clit and your whole body jolts back, almost afraid of how incredible it feels.

"Fuck no." He growls before throwing an arm over your hips so he can keep you glued to the mattress.

He slides the other hand up the outside of your thigh before delivering a harsh slap to the meat of your hip.

Your head is thrown back as you whimper out his name, hands flying to his hair as your walls start to flutter.

He's not even using his damn fingers, he's ruining you with his tongue alone.

He drops his jaw and flicks his tongue against your swollen bud with fervent speed, your eyes cross and you cry out with little to no shame.

"There! Fuck! Right there, baby, you got it." You sob out, hips rocking as much as they can under his strong arm.

Everything builds and snaps at once. Ribbons of silky pleasure shoot up your spine and down your legs as your core clamps around nothing.

And he doesn't fucking stop.

He moves with urgency, with dedication. His hands grab under your knees before he pushes up to fold your legs to your chest.

"Hold these." He demands with his mouth still against your cunt.

"I cant- fuck! I can't…" You twitch as his tongue works relentlessly, body slowly but surely becoming overstimulated.

"You fuckin' better." He says, voice dropping to a bone chilling tone. He glares up at you, eyebrows knit together as sweat drips from the crown of his two toned hair.

"Holy shit." You sigh as you take your legs from him with a weak hold, prying yourself open for him.

"Atta girl." As soon as you have a hold of your legs, his hands are free to carry out his dirty work.

One comes up to play with your tits as the other slides down to join his mouth at your center. His long, skilled fingers slide in. They find that perfect spot instantly, rubbing at it as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge before you've even stopped cumming the first time.

"Sho! I'm gonna- oh my fucking god-" Your words turn into strangled cries as your whole body turns to mush.

You feel the tears fall, your cunt pulse, your vision blur and you just scream. Goosebumps are all over your skin as your toes curl and your whole body trembles.

He just licks and licks and licks. Slurping and savoring everything you give him. He's always so nasty with it, always so dedicated to reducing you to a sweaty, sobbing mess.

"That's it, that's my good girl." He pulls his mouth away only to mutter those sweet words.

His fingers still move slowly within you, working to help you ride the aftershocks of the mind numbing back to back orgasms he's just given you.

"You're always so messy." He muses, finally pulling his fingers out so he can run them between your folds and gather your release.

You watch with your jaw dropped, panting and overwhelmed. He brings the cream covered fingers to his mouth, tongue lolling out to make a show of tasting you before he closes his lips around them completely.

"You a dirty girl?" He asks after he pops his fingers out. He starts to crawl up your body, caging you with his arms.

You loathe the fact that he's still fully clothed, while you lay completely bare beneath him.

You just nod, eyes wide and mouth agape as he presses his lips between your breasts.

His eyes flick up to yours, eyes full of sin and depravity.

"Whose dirty girl?" He asks against your skin.

"Yours, I'm your dirty girl." You say with a weak, unreliable voice.

"That's fuckin' right." He kisses a trail up to your throat, under your jaw, and finally your lips.

"Don't forget that." He whispers before hopping up to his feet far too quickly.

He always does this, rips you apart then saunters away like it's nothing.

You two have been going at it for months now, a very tense friends with benefits relationship. More benefits than friends, though. You occasionally share a laugh, help each other with homework when you have time, but most of the time you just fuck.

"Where are you going?" You ask, still reeling as your nerves twitch and fire.

"Boys night, I'm late." He flips his hair a little before winking at you.

"Don't look so heartbroken, I'll be back later." He laughs as he pinches your cheek.

"I'm not heartbroken, fuck off." You smack his hand away, pulling a blanket around you before you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom.

"Katsuki's coming over later, don't bother." You quip as you round the corner.

"Oh I forgot, he's a big fan of those sloppy seconds then, yeah?"

Bastard. A big part of your arrangement is the no strings attached part, meaning you can both fuck anyone else, as long as you let each other know about it.

Katsuki Bakugo had been trying to get into your pants for months. You'd finally gone down on him the other night during a movie, successfully blowing his mind.

You'd told the poor fool you'd never sucked a dick before, just to make him feel special. His ego didn't need to boost, but he sure got off to the thought of being the first person to fuck your pretty little mouth.

"He's a big fan of a good fuck." You snap as you turn the shower on.

Shoto comes up to lean against the door frame behind you, looking absolutely delicious in his joggers and his adidas shirt.

"You two have that in common then." He smiles wolfishly before slapping your ass.

"Make sure you wash the sheets before he comes, you made a pretty big mess." He calls out to you before strolling out of your dorm room.

You roll your eyes and huff as you drop the blanket and step into the shower.

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"I'm not fucking lying, she was such a whore about it, but she said she'd never done it before." Bakugo explains to a laughing Kirishima and Denki.

"Who's a whore?" Shoto waltzes into the common room where the rest of the boys wait for him.

"That cute chick you're always studying with, apparently she's got a freaky side." Sero chuckles, only making Bakugo turn a brighter shade of red.

"Oh yeah?" Shoto raises his eyebrows, glancing at Bakugo.

"She's fucking insane, best blowjob I've ever had. Not that you would know what that's like, icey hot." Bakugo sneers, arms crossing as he reclines into his chair.

"Dude, there's no way she was that good if she'd never done it before." Denki says, leaning forward as he shakes his head.

"I'm serious you sparky asshole, she said it was her first time!" Bakugo snarls.

Shoto can't help the bark of the laugh that leaves him, he runs his hands through his hair, then notices just how wet his chin feels.

"I think she might've lied." He sighs as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see some of your slick shining on the skin.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at Shoto.

"You can tell dude, you've seen the way she walks into a room." He explains, so full of himself after spending the last half hour between your legs.

"What, did she fuck you too?" Bakugo stands up, chest puffed up as he strides towards Shouto.

"Nah." He sighs as sinks into one of the chairs, ignoring Bakugo's advances.

"I fucked her." Shoto grins up at Bakugo, every jaw in the room drops before the rest of the boys start to hoot and laugh.

Kirishima jumps up to hold Bakugo back as he spews profanities at cocky Shouto. Sero and Denki are beside themselves, wheezing clapping as Shouto sits and enjoys the chaos he's created.

It's safe to say you won't be seeing Katsuki tonight, but you will be seeing a lot of Shoto.

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omegawolverine · 4 years ago

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I love it when people talk about things they're passionate about, tell me something cool!! Anything you want, just something you find interesting or want to talk about :D

hello anon my beloved, I am in a bad mood so you will be receiving a passionate, yet lowkey of pissy rant about why villainizing bakugou makes me wanna vomit and its NOT just because I'm a dumbass kinnie :)

tws: child abuse (emotional and physical), near death expierences, bullying, kidnapping, suffocation, lots of trauma in general tbh. if you've seen bnha then basically just keep all the general triggering plot stuff in mind incase i missed any warnings

also, note: I havent caught up on bnha in a minute, I'm at like the start of the war arc but I barely remember shit there tbh so like. probs missing new stuff. also bnha spoiler warnings lol

so, for starters, the homie bakugou has like,, a good handful of issues that come from his childhood that explain why he's an ass. he was always praised and never actually reprimanded for being a twat which led to him having a huge ego that ended up fucking him over majorly. this ego was something that his mother acknowledged him having, but literally didnt try to fix it with anything other than violence. see here:

like, instead of trying to help him, she hits and insults him, which is probably what led to his weird inferiority/superiority complex. being constantly told by others that you're outstanding and one day you'll be a top hero because you're rude and aggressive and then going home and being hit by your mother for those exact same behaviors is bound to fucking confuse a child.

so like, now that we've established that its definetly canon that his mother (parents? I think he said parents at some point but masaru doesn't seem like the type so 🤷) hits him though we don't know how much or how often (though if bakugou was as much of a little shit back then ((which as far as we've seen- he was)) then it was probably often), lets talk about how regardless of all that 1) hitting your kids as "discipline" not only doesn't work but is abusive lol like idc if it's spanking/popping them on the mouth for talking shit, slapping them across the face "on occasion", etc. shits not okay 2) hitting your kids!!!! does not work!!!!!!!! it is literally PROVEN not to work!!!!!!!! hitting a child who has done something wrong doesnt teach them to stop doing something it teaches them to be scared of you, which will cause the child to withdraw, removing part of their support system (assuming said abusive parents would even offer that up) and will most likely lead to them thinking they're a bad person, not that their actions were bad, which are two different things. so, ya know, that would clearly have an effect on a kid. like, as someone with a mother who reminds me all too much of mitsuki: I have acted like a complete shitbag and taken my anger out on people to feel better in the past because of the way my mother treated me. though it was nowhere near what bakugou did, I still know first fucking hand what a mother hitting and insulting her child will do, especially if they have no proper outlet for that (friends, a safe place to vent) which bakugou never fucking had.

theres also the fact that just talking to your kid the way mitsuki does (saying it's his fault he was kidnapped because he's weak, all while hitting him) is not??? okay?????? ive seen people arguing that this was just a joke in poor taste but like her son was KIDNAPPED and even if it was a "joke" there's literally NO WAY that would EVER?? BE FUNNY??????? she just sounds like the kind of parent who at the very least says shit without thinking that would traumatize bakugou (because being told right after being kidnapped it's your fucking fault by your mother is absolutely traumatizing) but it comes across as her being emotionally abusive.

mitsukis character as a whole comes across as a shitty mom who doesn't realize she's a shitty mom and thinks bakugou being an ass isn't at least partially her fault even though she's admitted to realizing he has always had an ego problem and doing nothing to fix it except for hitting and yelling which obviously did nothing but make him just as loud and violent as she is.

this is obviously not the entire reason why he's a dick but he was never properly taught that the shit he was doing wasn't okay and people not stopping it and/or praising him endlessly even tho he was a bully is basically the same as encouraging it, thank you very much.

moving on from that, let's talk about bakugous other traumas and how he naturally responds to them. hint: it's with either full blown panic or a fight response (verbal or physical, though usually physical. also sometimes it's the panic followed by the fight response.)

so far in bnha (keep in mind that I am not caught up, I've only read up to the beginning of the war arc and i barely remember those bits so) bakugou has...

nearly died via sludge villain (he was unable to move and was being suffocated to death- keep this in mind)

lost for the first time ever and against deku of all people (this nearly sent him into a full blown panic attack, likely because of that sexy little inferiority/superiority complex combo. think of this as like. gifted kid burnout lite. he has always been the best of the best and now suddenly he is being beaten by somebody who has always been weaker than him, which immediately makes him start thinking he was never actually that good, he's actually a fucking failure, a goddamn fraud)

won the sports festival by default (bakugou counts this as yet another failure because todoroki didnt try his best. had bakugou lost to todoroki full strength, he would've taken 2nd place with a bit of bitching, but he still wouldve taken it rather than refuse the medal as it would be a reminder that he failed. instead of accepting that like UA shouldve, the staff chained and muzzled him on live television and then had all might, his fucking idol, force the medal into his mouth. remember the sludge villain incident and how he couldnt move and was suffocating to death? yeah.)

been kidnapped because of the way he reacted to winning during the sports festival (he was aggressive and tried to refuse the medal because he felt he didnt deserve it and was then retraumatized by being chained up and muzzled. his "villainous attitude" was a fucking trauma response, do not tell me otherwise)

was then chained up once again by the LOV after being kidnapped,,, do we see the "retraumatize bkg" theme yet?

"ended all might" (he literally blames himself for all mights retirement because had he just not have been weak, all might wouldve had more time, right?)

my point with all of these is that bakugou has been severely traumatized and has then had his trauma responses (aggression, fight) used to further demonize him. not all people with trauma react the fucking same and the way the fandom just refuses to acknowledge anger as a valid form of trauma response is gross as hell.

moving away from that topic, bakugou has literally never had any actual friends, they all just used him and didn't care about him which absolutely will fuck up a kid, especially one who already has all that other shit going on. bakugou deadass never had a support system or people to help him grow as a person, let alone properly work through his fucking emotions so it's not surprising that he would take out his bullshit on the one person who tried to help him especially considering he saw dekus actions as him thinking he was weak. bakugou was raised to not seek help, he thought somebody strong shouldnt ever need it, so for somebody like deku (who bakugou percieved as weak and helpless already) to offer up help? deku must obviously think bakugou is even weaker than him, what other explanation could their possibly be!

speaking of which, there's his heaps of insecurities that he basically hid by being a twat and bullying others for most of his life. kid was so insecure he bullied deku for fucking years cause he thought deku looked down on him, thought he was better than him, etc. and that only got worse bc his idol then decided to take deku in, train him and even give him his quirk. there's probably some shit im missing but still he's got issues and always has had issues. that being said, he's actually improving and working them out now which is what makes him a really good, interesting character. it's also nice to see a character who is a dick without some tragic backstory (like his backstory is sad but its not the classic "my family was fucking slaughtered and i turned into a raging bitch who murders people" type shit) bc that rarely happens and it's like most assholes don't actually have a story like that they're just assholes lol

now lets talk improvement! lil bitch has been getting better since he got into UA and im so happy abt it!! he had a rough start what with deku suddenly having a quirk and all but like he is really improving now and it highkey shows that bakugou just mostly needed people who 1) didn't constantly praise him and actually criticized him instead 2) actually fucking punished him doing stupid shit and 3) some motherfucking friends

Since going to UA he's gotten actually feedback from teachers about his weaknesses and how to get stronger, he's lost against others, hes been told he has a shit attitude and is a dick, told he should be nicer and leave deku alone, etc etc. He hasn't gotten in trouble too much with teachers but others give him shit for what he does and aizawa has punished him too, while still acknowledging that bakugou is an amazing and dedicated student, something which no one else had done up til that point. and uh???? homie actually has friends who like,,, don't use him and also call him out when he's a dick. like specifically kirishima has done this shit and him and bakugous relationship is clearly very healthy and beneficial for the both of them. makes me feel all happy n shit, ya know

bottom line is: while it is absolutely valid to dislike or even hate bakugou because he is a massively flawed person who has been very cruel to others, villainizing him for the way he acts which in large part seems to be from a lack of guidance, a shitty mother and heavy amounts of trauma, is fucking awful. his actions cannot be fucking excused, he needs to apologize and continue to grow, but he is also a fucking teenager, who is just now being told that the way he acts is unacceptable by people who dont fucking abuse him (and I swear to god if any people who think mitsuki isnt abusive interact with this fucking post I will fullstop hardblock you, I do not fucking care) and actually treat him like a normal person instead of some prodigy child or someone who needs to be fixed.

people are free to debate my points or whatever bc I know some of this stuff is up to interpretation but like. dni if you're just here to say you hate bakugou for xyz reason or that he's irredeemable. also especially dni if you compare him to fucking endeavor yall bitches make me gag.

anyways thxs for the ask anon <33 sorry this is a kinda messy info dump lol

#shit self #asks #boku no hero academia #long post #bakugou katsuki #yes i am a bakugou kinnie shut the fuck up /lh #this is all /nm btw its just so much easier to make my long posts aggressive yk #this is just how i talk irl but Better Formatted #info dump #kinz #anti mitsuki #discourse #bangerz

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