#maybe slightly higher than the others and thats it

[swaxe]

i think i have a very skewed perception of fame because to me random TV cartoon voice actors are on the same level as like cillian murphy and the like

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

preemptively sorry for how fucking long this is it is YOUR FAULTT THOUGH!!!! large bowl of seeds for u. it is almost 2am sorry.

SO. there are. two ways to assign the prime defenders powers etc. the first way is just, like, categorize their existing powersets within the prt framework, & the second is to give them entirely new abilities based on the way worm works. delightfully, all the powers they Do have work really well for the most part, so even that doesn't require a ton of shuffling.

categorizing their pre-existing powers:

wiwi-- breaker w/ a shaker subclass. neither of them rated very high, but that's already a rare and versatile enough combination!!

dakota-- brute babeeeey!!! brute/mover its so straightforward. hell yeah babey. i don't know what he'll end up looking like post-heart removal & stuff but my guess is that'll end up looking more like a mover/striker.

vyncent-- now THIS one gave me trouble. i... hm. to say this without talking about stuff that i don't think has come up much already, (hey!! you're at that clockblocker pov! directly related to what flechette says!) i'd call him a grab-bag cape, irt the greats at least. post-greats-- again, i don't know what his powerset will look like after this arc! but if he's going all in w/ the fire magic, that would for sure be some striker shit! :]]]

giving them new powers... man i'm reining myself in so hard from five more paragraphs on Why exactly i'm saying all this.

wiwi still breaker for sure, maybe breaker-master, maybe master-stranger. yknow. powers are fluid, the prt categories are pretty rigid. i... don't know. enough about his situation yet to be clearer than that vague idea yet-- i really like the idea of him just. ditching his body & using a noncorporeal form but he still has to keep an eye on his body i think that's great. the noncorporeal form would b able to change its visibility but still b limited by proximity to the body. & fluctuating energy shit powered by fluctuating amounts of recent-death in the area, maybe probably also limited in that it's only accessible in his breaker form.... also i think u will appreciate this style note from the [UNNAMED PARAHUMANS TTRPG] i'm referencing a lot here.

dakota--in this situation he probably would not. have that mechanical heart and shit. he' would still be a mover/thinker-- thinker rating is for faster mental processing + senses imminent pain for the people in his immediate vicinity. not danger, just pain; it immediately registers ambiently & can be generally traced back to whoever it is. no he can't turn it off ever, it manifests as feeling a similar level of pain, yes it works on himself. + mover-- he can fucking fly. no super strength, just very fast flight & the general "won't splat himself flying into something" capabilities, which meshes well w/ the faster processing & reflexes. i'm split on how exactly this would work mechanically but i will NOT go into that now. i am also not going into the 15k discussion in my brain on why dakota 'notoriously bad at thinking about things' cole would be a thinker but u gotta trust the process ok??

vyncent-- trump!!!! somehow this is the only straightforward one to me? he can copy powers at the full strength or ability level of the original for an unspecified amount of time that's usually 1-30 minutes by touching the cape. crucially, he doesn't have any edge on how to use these powers + can easily misuse or become extremely overwhelmed by them. he's easily the most powerful out of the three of them <33

ashe-- ashe is NOT HERE currently and also it's 1:30 am so i gotta go fucking sleep soon BUT they would be a master. easy. :o) they can make some lil guys n do stuff with them!!!!

in general these are pretty fucking cracked abilities, all of them would b oosely above a seven or so in a number rating once they're really settled in their powers-- this is mostly because i'm assuming that they would still be heirs-apparent to the prime force equivalent, which would b the triumvirate :]] anyway. good lord. this is like the cliff notes edition of what i've been thinking and scribbling in the notes app for the past several hours. sorry if it's fucking incomprehensible. gn!!! <333

AAAAAH FUCK YESSSSSS OKAY OKAY OKAY my response is probably going to be equally as long. so it's fine. oooouh buddy.

I KNOW WHAT BREAKER MEANS NOW !!! I dontttt think ive learned shaker yet. breaker is like.... breaking the laws of physics/shifting planes or whatever. PERFECT for william hell yes. for putting them actually in worm world ... ughhhh breaker/master william is REALLY cool. I havwnt learned stranger yet but i think he would develop a complex over being classified as stranger <3 (like how weld doesn't like that he's classified as a brute even though that's not exactly what it means, he just doesn't like the word) . GODDDD just thinking abt putting pd boys in worm is fucking me up haven't they been through enough. I want to see them all in a fit of despair. william ditching his body is SO good I miss when he would do that, also the powers being limited by how far away he is AND THE AMOUNT OF RECENT DEATH IN THE AREA. holy shit. that's so fucking good . im sure he would not overthink at all the fact that he is stronger when more people around him have died . I'm sure he'd do awesome in the leviathan fight for sure for sure .

DAKOTA BRUTE <3 DAKOTA BRUTE/MOVER I LOVE THIS A LOTTTTTT hellbyes. awesome. it's so perfect for him <3 worm world I'm SURPRISED u didn't stick with brute for him. eyes emoji. I trust your judgement but now i am Thinking... Hmm..... YOU BRING INTO QUESTION something I have been thinking about. and I'm going to probably get derailed a little here but stay with me. how the way powers manifest directly relate to the trigger event. because for a WHILE before we learned taylors I was like "OH i bet the powers are going to be directly related to what traumatic thing happened to them" and then we learn about taylor and grue and a couple more and I kind of lost that theory because while you can. technically draw relations between their powers and their events it seemed like too much of a stretch to do . HOWEVER now my thinking has changed AGAIN and I think the powers ARE related to specific trigger events but it's not as straightforward as "oh something scary happened to you with bugs so now you have bug powers" I think it's gonna be more complicated than that. WHICH. THE WAY THIS RELATES. BACK ON TOPIC NOW. to DAKOTA . assuming his trigger event is still he and katori falling off the building I think it's AWESOME that his powers would manifest as FLIGHT for one. and the fucking. pain sense thing. fuck me up. dakota extreme hero complex cole would be so fucked up by a power where he ambiently senses pain from the people around him at all times and cannot turn it off. I'm sure he would feel so normal about being around william chronic pain wisp 24/7. also I can SO CLEARLY imagine how this power specifically would lead to him getting super overwhelmed in chaotic situations like he does in canon. and just fucking. bolt out of there because it's too much. again. he'd have such a wonderful time in the leviathan fight

I AM AT CLOCKBLOCKER POV !!!! actually technically I'm on kid win pov now but I haven't finished his chapter yet. vyncent grab bag cape..... yeah... I think it would be EXTREMELY funny imagining the PRT in pd world trying 2 classify vyncent like. what the fuck does this kid do . what do we do with him. hes got other guys in his head that give him powers. is he a master??? no he can't fucking control them. is he a striker??? only SOMETIMES. is he a blaster?? AGAIN ONLY SOMETIMES. cannot classify him bitch!!!!!!!! giving him worm powers though.. UGH. being able to touch someone and COMPLETELY copy their powers but only for a short period of time???? I fucking love that a lot. he WOULD be the most powerful out of them!!! I can hear taylors inner analysis dialogue about him now and it's very similar to the clockblocker "DONT LET HIM.TOUCH YOU" panic. loooove imagining this playing off of the rest of pd,,, i know there was AT LEAST one time where he had william sort of transfer some of his ghost powers for a minute? I think it was during the lich fight in the theatre but i just remember vycnent floating and going intangible and NOT KNOWING how to control it or anything. loveeee that. in world dynamics I feel like vyncent would be a late addition to their team (instead of coming from another world maybe he just. had his trigger event happen way later than the other two..or something.) and not trusting them as much at first/being REALLY shaky using either of their powers but after a while being really comfortable in a fight with using either Williams or dakotas powers in a fight. Just like. imagining the fluidity of how they'd work together in a tense situation assuming they're not being complete dumbasses <3333 UGH it's really good

AAAASHE ASHE ASHE IM SOOO SO GLAD YOU INCLUDED ASHE IN THIS I miss him.so much every day. from what I know so far master involves having/making/controlling some sort of minion (cannot think of a better word than that rn) AND I THINK THATS REALLYYYY perfect for ashe. i assume he would actually work pretty closely to canon in that his limitation would be the book? or if he doesn't have the book maybe his limitation would be a) having only a few different types of things he could summon (the big hand, the water fairy, duck etc) and/or b) only being able to control them.for a short amount of time after they're summoned so he has to be quick about dismissing them. can't keep the demon hand around for too long or it might start picking things up and throwing them at random. putting teammates in danger bc he can't control it anymore etc etc. alsooooooo in clockblocker pov they VERY briefly mentioned the possibility of having secondary trigger events (?!!!!?!?!) and you know I locked onto that SO FUCKING HARD. ashe being born with powers and then his secondary trigger event being his mom's death <3 im.NOT even going to attempt to talk about how the trickster would work in worm world/if it would even exist in this setting bc i don't know enough about the types of powers and things yet..but just know. I am keeping this in the back of my mind "this is a fun surprise tool that will help us later" style

[wosoloml]

— third date || alessia russo x reader

summary: after your third date with alessia things get heated and one things lead to the other

from this request

masterlist

wanrings: smut, alessia top, reader bottom, fingering, use of nicknames, oral, thats it kinda

smut but with fluff

wc: 2,464 words.

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"This was an amazing movie choice, I have to admit," Alessia said, her smile growing as she glanced at me.

"Really?" I arched an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in my voice. "I thought you hated cheesy romcoms."

Alessia stepped closer, her hands resting gently on my waist. She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. "How could I hate something so sweet when I’m experiencing it with the person who means the world to me?"

Her words made my heart flutter, but I fought to keep my composure. "God, Russo," I said with a smirk, "you should be writing those movies next time."

Something changed between us at the cinema—I could feel it.

It all began when I picked her up from her home. The way she greeted me—her smile, her tone—everything about today felt so much more intense.

From the not-so-innocent touches we exchanged at the cinema to the way her tongue slipped into my mouth when we kissed tonight, every moment carried a spark I couldn’t ignore.

And I have to admit—I liked it.

We’ve been on two other dates before today, and ever since the last time we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about taking the next step.

It won’t be our first time, but I’m still nervous. I mean, it’s the Alessia Russo. I’m sure she’s far more experienced than I am.

The way she linked her arm through mine pulled me back into reality. "Lost in your thoughts, darling?" she asked, and I felt exposed.

"I was just thinking about the movie," I tried to play it cool. "I really liked it."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing I might be holding something back. She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as we continued walking.

"The movie? That's it? Nothing else on your mind?" she teased, nudging me lightly with her shoulder.

"Nothing else," I smiled innocently in her direction.

I tried to change the subject by asking if I should drop her off at home, and of course, she agreed. The drive back to her apartment was relaxed… except for her hand on my thigh, and that damn thumb of hers, slowly circling higher the closer we got to her place. It was getting harder to focus on the road with a certain blonde teasing me like that.

As we approached her door, she suddenly grew quiet and looked deep into my eyes. I knew she wanted to say something, so I stayed silent. Her voice broke the intense silence between us.

"Thanks for driving me home," she said, her voice low and sultry. I was unable to find the right words, so I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. After a few seconds of processing what was happening, she kissed me back. And when I say she kissed me back, I mean she kissed me back. The way her hands cupped my face, her tongue pleading for me to let her in, and the fight for dominance made me weak in the knees. I knew she liked to be the dominant one in the relationship, but I never imagined I'd enjoy it this much.

She leaned back slightly, being the first to break the silence.

"Wow, if that’s how you react every time I thank you, I should do it more often," she smirked, her mischievous grin lighting up her face. I could feel my cheeks flush, and my smile shifted into a shy giggle.

"Maybe you want to come upstairs with me? I could show you my little cozy apartment. But only if you want to—it's totally fine if you don't." She trailed off, and I had to interrupt her before she started getting too wild.

"Lessi," I said, grabbing her hand. "I'd love to come upstairs with you."

I thought it was cute how she turned all shy, asking me to come into her private space after just kissing me like that. But that’s why I fell for her.

Little did I know that the part where she shows me her apartment would be the most irrelevant one.

As Alessia pulled you into her house and closed the door behind you, she pushed you up against the wall, her lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss. Her hands roamed over your body as she pressed herself closer to you. Her lips traced a path down your jawline, finding a sensitive spot on your neck that made you gasp lightly. She noticed your soft gasp but simply smirked at your neck as she continued.

Alessia's smirk widened as she kissed and nipped at your neck, noticing the effect it had on you. Her hands slowly moved down your body, unbuttoning your shirt and revealing more of your skin to her touch.

She locked eyes with you, seeking permission. You were too lost for words, so you simply nodded in her direction. But that wasn't enough for her. "Use your words, baby," were the only words that left her mouth, breathless.

A shiver ran down your spine as Alessia spoke, her breathless voice sending a wave of desire through you. You met her gaze, your own eyes filled with a mixture of arousal and eagerness.

"Yes," you managed to say, your own voice betraying your desperation. "Please, yes."

"Yes what my love? What do you want?"

As Alessia asked the question, her lips hovered just above your ear, her breath hot against your skin, her body still pressed against yours. You could feel her body heat, the way she trembled with her own desire.

"I want you," you said, your voice low and raspy. "I want you now."

Without saying a word, Alessia pulled you into her living room and guided you to the couch. Her hand remained linked with yours as she led you. The room was softly lit by a dim lamp, casting a warm, intimate glow. She gently pushed you down onto the plush cushions, straddling your lap as her gaze met yours. Her eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto you, her chest rising and falling with each heated breath.

"You're so gorgeous," she whispered, her fingertips tracing a path down your chest.

I'm too stunned by the fact that she's straddling my lap, so I just stare at her, my eyes filled with desire.

Alessia smiled at your reaction, enjoying the obvious effect she had on you. Her hips moved against yours, a slow and sensuous rhythm that drove you crazy. She brought her lips to your ear again, her voice a low murmur.

"I love seeing you like this," she said, her breath hot against your skin. "So flustered and undone already, and we've barely even started."

I gulped at her words, my throat tight with anticipation. "I need you so badly," I begged, desperate for her to touch me, to do whatever it took to relieve this overwhelming desire

Her own hunger and desire growing with every word. She leans closer, her lips grazing your earlobe, her voice a needy whisper.

"That's it," she murmurs, her hands roaming over your body. "Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," I said, my voice betraying the shock I felt at my own words, yet driven by the undeniable need to finish what we'd started.

As the words left your mouth, a shiver ran through Alessia's body. She looked down at you, her eyes darkened with need.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she whispered, her hands sliding to the hem of your shirt. "I'm going to give you what you need, my love."

Alessia slowly pulled your shirt up and over your head, her fingers trailing along your bare skin. She took a moment to admire the sight of you beneath her, her eyes roving over your chest, taking in every inch of you.

She murmured, "God, you're so beautiful." Her hands roamed down your sides. "I can't get enough of you." I close my eyes and enjoy every second of her hands on my bare skin.

She leans down and kisses your collarbone, her lips moving lower, her tongue tracing a path along your skin.

She teases me by kissing my titts and putting her tongue around my nipple. I made a small noise when I felt her mouth on my breast. With her hand, she made sure to stimulate my other nipple. She knew exactly what she was doing and how much she turns me on.

My back involuntarily arching as her lips and tongue worked their magic.

"I love hearing you moan," she murmured. "It drives me crazy when you make those sounds. She made sure that everyone passing her apartment knew who is fucking you right now.

Alessia's hands move to your thigh as she begins to unbutton your jeans. her touch is slow and deliberate, a torturous tease that leaves you aching for more.

"I want to taste you," she says quietly, her voice full of hunger. She is slipping her finger into your pants as she notices how already wet you are. "That's all for me, sweetheart? I blushed at her comment, feeling embarrassed that she had aroused me so much before even touching me. "God, you're so hot."

You shivered as her fingers teased your entrance. She hesitated for a few seconds before inserting her finger. I grasped at the sudden contact between my folds, I love how her finger feels inside of me.

As you took her fingers into your mouth, Alessia's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She let out a ragged moan, the sight and feeling of you tasting her driving her wild.

As she leaned in to kiss you, her tongue slipped into your mouth, seeking out the taste of yourself on your lips. Alessia let out a low moan as she tasted you, hungry for more.

"You taste so sweet; I want you to come undone on my fingers."

Alessia's hand returned to your sensitive area, her fingers finding their way back. "You like that, baby?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "You want more?" I nodded at her. "Your words, baby."

"Yes. I want more. Please stretch me with your fingers Alessia" unable to focus on anything else than her touch on your skin.

"Mmm good girl," she said, her fingers sliding deeper into your folds. A moan escaped my lips. It feels so good to have her inside me.

Her fingers curled inside you, seeking out that sweet spot that would have you moaning. She added another figer to fully satisfy me after noticing my reaction.

"Oh my god, please, Alessia." She began pushing her fingers roughly inside me, instantly understanding what I wanted from her. My hands found her hair as I tried to pull her head to my breast. Her fingers moved harder and faster as she began to suck on my nipples. The cozy room was filled with the sounds of my low moans and her palm pushing against my wet, bare pussy.

She knows exactly how to make you feel good, her lips finding their way back to your neck as she speaks. "You're so close, aren't you, baby.""Please" was the only word that left my mouth. "Please what, darling?" "Please let me cum."Her eyes darkened with desire, clearly enjoying how desperate you were for release.

She knew you were close by the way your folds were clenching around her fingers. "That's it, baby. You're such a good girl. Come for  me.  That's everything you needed to come undone on her fingers. She felt so amazing inside of you. Her fingers continued her movements to help you ride out your orgasm. She watches your face as you finish, her eyes dark with passion. A satisfied smile spreads over her face as she pulls her fingers out. She lifts them to her mouth, tasting you once again.

"You're so damn sweet," she muttered, clearly enjoying your taste. "I could do that all night."

"Now it's my turn.". 

[cxrsed-angel]

Cheer Skirt Misap: Hazel Callahan x Reader Smut

word count: 1k

summary: Hazel finds your new cheer uniform attractive. Particularly the skirt and how short it is.

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), Hazel is an ass girl, slight spanking, hazel doing sexual activities when’s she probably shouldn’t be. After that fight. Reader is more feminine. 18+ MDNI

A/N: I watch bottoms 2 months ago and i haven’t stopped thinking about her and ruby cruz since, so here’s this. Also reader is a cheerleader. I wish I could come up with a clever title. Also Hazel gives me service top vibes.

Hazel is sitting on your bed. She’s trying to listen to whatever you are talking about, but she can’t focus on anything besides how hot you look in your new cheer skirt. The skirt is white with blue and red on the bottom, falling just above your thigh. You had gotten the new uniforms for the big game against Huntington. She watches you move around your room, getting ready for the game, her eyes lingering on your legs and how short the new cheer skirt seemed compared to the old ones. 

“Pj was such a dick the other day. I mean, saying that about your mom was so out of line, babe, and I mean, you didn’t make a fake fight club to have sex with cheerleaders. You actually cared about female solidarity and everything. And you’re literally dating a cheerleader on your own accord without lying-“

You pause your rant about PJ, turn around, and see Hazel sitting in your bed, staring at the lower half of your body. It’s clear she isn’t paying attention. You walk closer to your bed and see her bruised face from the fight at the pep rally. You frown, knowing she probably had some sort of concussion that was making it hard to focus.

“Hazel? Hazel, are you okay…do you need to lie down? Am I talking too fast?”

Hazel looks up at you with her blue eyes bruised black and purple, but they’re still big and bright as she looks at you. 

“I-um, no, I was just thinking about something else.” 

You sit beside her on your bed, your thighs touching hers in her black jeans. Hazel's eyes linger on your upper thighs again before tearing her eyes away. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, trying not to stare at your legs, trying to ignore the ache in between her thighs. She feels a bit guilty being so turned on as you look at her, so worried and concerned. 

“Oh? Thinking about what?” You see Hazel look a bit flustered at your question, and you relax a bit. You could tell it wasn't something bad, but you were still intrigued about what was on her mind. 

“Um. I was just thinking about you and how you look cute in your cheer skirt,” she tells you the truth partially, slightly nervous and embarrassed to admit that your skirt had turned her on so much. 

You smile at the compliment. “Oh, thanks, babe! We got new cheer uniforms since it's like the biggest game ever, but they are a bit shorter.” You get off your bed and look at the skirt through your mirror. It’s a few inches shorter than your usual cheer skirt. You thought you got the wrong size at first, but they just ended up being that short. “I'm glad we were shorts underneath, or I would literally flash the crowd.” 

Hazel smiles, laughing a bit at your comment, eyes still gazing at your lower half. “Well, it looks really good on you. Maybe shorter skirts make you more aerodynamic, help you fly up higher or something.” 

 Hazel suggests innocently when she knows thats probably not the reason your skirt is so short it's almost showing your ass considering your team’s pep rally performance.  You laugh a bit, smiling at her reasoning. 

“I really don't think that’s the reason, baby.” 

She toys with the bottom of your skirt lightly as she continues. “No, I think it is! Maybe it could help with the-the air and going up and-and flips and stuff because there less..fabric?” 

Hazle tries to justify but fails, making you laugh more. You find her attempt cute, though. Her blue eyes linger on your thighs again, gazing at them before she pulls you onto her lap by your hips, quickly kissing your lip-glossed lips suddenly. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected kiss, closing your eyes and melting against her the familiar feeling of her lips. You feel Hazel’s hands grasp your hips tighter as she kisses your lips, pressing against each other. Your arms go around her neck.

You break apart from the kiss slightly, looking at the playful smile on her lips and her face flushed and red, her eyes wide as she looks back. You can tell she’s turned on, and if her gaze didn’t give it away, her hands creeping up under the skirt did. 

“You’re really happy over these aerodynamic skirts, huh?” you smile at her, knowing that was not the reason she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You could tell it was because of how the shorts showed off your legs and a bit of your ass. 

Hazel pulls you against her passionately. Your lips crash together, kissing you again. She pulls you by your hips back on top of her. You feel her hands lightly moving down your back. She can’t keep her hands off of you, but you move your lips off slowly as you realize how things are progressing. You stare at Hazel, hesitant when you remember.  

“Hazel…are you sure you can do…more strenuous activities? You know you were beat up pretty badly, babe.” you look concerned as you sit up, moving off of her. You move off from on top of her and sit back on your bed. 

She nods excitedly like there is no problem, like she didn’t get the shit kicked out of her the other day and is perfectly okay. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s fine. I’m like almost 100% better anyways.” Hazel tries to sound sure, but you can tell she isn’t. You nod, still not fully unconvinced. You saw the fight and know she had taken quite a beating, and the last thing you wanna do is make it worse by having sex. 

You pause, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Babe, I really don’t think we should be doing anything. Plus, we have to be at the football game in like an hour.” Hazel nods, pouting her lip a bit as she thinks. You watch her fidget with her silver rings as she thinks of a solution, clearly not taking no for an answer. 

“Oh! Wait, wait, I got it.” Hazel looks excited, her blue eyes excited. She lays down on your bed. “I’ll just eat you out.” You pause, thinking for a few minutes about her solution,  

“I don’t know Hazel…what about you-”

 She cuts you off, hungrily kissing your lips as they press against hers. She cups your cheek and slips her tongue in your mouth. You melt instantly, feeling that warm feeling you get every time you kiss. After making out for a few minutes, you feel her pull away, your head a bit dizzy from the kiss.

“Please let me eat your pretty pussy. I promise I’ll be fine,” Hazel begs as she looks at you, slowly rubbing circles on your hips. Her words go straight to your core, turning you on.  

You look at her and give in, unable to resist her big blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re stopping the second you get dizzy or something feels off.” Hazel nods as her grip on your waist tightens as she looks up at you excitedly. 

She pulls your black lacey underwear from under your cheer skirt and throws them somewhere off in your room. You lean down and cup her face with her face, your lips crushing onto hers again, making out. Hazel moves her hands down, lightly squeezing your ass. Her lips linger, touching against yours as she looks up at you. 

You move, placing your hips over her face. You look at her as she stares back excitedly. You slowly lower yourself on her lips and waste no time licking around your wet and puffy folds. She licks along your lips slowly, and you gasp at the feeling of her tongue. She continues moving her tongue as you try to hold your hips, trying not to thrust them, Hazel’s injuries still in the back of your mind. You moan out her name as she sucks on your clit. 

“Fuck Hazel, please don't stop.” you close your eyes, grabbing the side of her sheets and slowly rolling your hips against her lips. 

She grips your ass under your cheer skirt, squeezing it. Her tongue slips inside your entrance, and your moan grows louder as her motions speed up slightly, eating you out like she’s starved. Your face grows hotter as you feel the arousal building; you feel yourself getting wetter under her touch. She places a smack on your ass, and you moan, not expecting to like it as much as you did.  

“Fuck, baby! I'm close!-yes, right there! Fuck Hazel!” 

Your back arch letting out a breathy moan as your orgasm gets closer. You thrust, moving your hips faster as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. You feel yourself coming undone as your orgasm hits. Cumming around Hazel’s lips. You breathe deeply and slowly move from on top of her, sitting in your bed. Hazel sits up, her chin wet and lips swollen. 

You look at her, wiping your wetness off her lips. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy, or do you have a headache?” 

Hazel smiles and shakes her head. You nod, still catching your breath. You feel her hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling her cold rings on your skin. 

“Yes, I’m fine; never been better.” She beams, happy from her previous activities. You kiss her lightly before standing up to finish getting ready for the game against Huntington. Hazel leans against her arms, watching you in your bed. 

“But after I feel better, I’m gonna have to fuck you in that skirt.” you turn around at her words, a bit shocked at how bluntly she put it. 

“Oh? You are. And eating me out while I'm wearing it isn't enough?” Hazel shakes her head lightly. 

“No. I mean, it's good enough for right now, but the thought of watching you bounce on my strap in that cute little skirt is making me feel a bit foggy and extremely turned on.” 

You nod as you return to putting on your makeup for the game. “Well, get a doctor’s note, and we can make that happen.”  

[hanmaitani]

When Forever Ends

PAIRING - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader WC - 3.1K GENRE - fluff, smut CW - pining, teasing, one (1) mention of murder, oral f!receiving, premature ejaculation (ik thats the name but i hated typing that actually) SYNOPSIS - you've been in love with tetsu for years and kenma gives you hope that maybe, just maybe your silly friend feels the same way.

“Stop smiling.” You mumbled as you pointedly looked away from the boy in front of you, determined to keep your eyes on your notebook instead.

Tetsuro’s smile shifted into a signature smirk as he leaned on the table between the two of you. “Why?” His voice lulled, mocking you playfully.

You scoffed at the smugness that emanated from him and rolled your eyes slightly. “It does things to me that I’d rather not talk about.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He let out a soft chuckle and tried to tip his head into your eye line, looking to anyone else (and perhaps yourself as well) like an idiot. “Why don’t you wanna talk about it?” He was teasing, acting like he knew something more than anyone else at the table.

You sighed deeply and glanced up to him easily. Propping your head up in the heel of one of your hands, you spoke lazily at him. “Like make me wanna murder you, but if I talk about it then it’s called premeditation and I’ll get more time for that.” You let an easy smirk cross your lips as Kenma’s shoulders shook in silent laughter from his spot next to Tetsuro.

Tetsuro did not find it as funny. “Y/n!” He exclaimed, eyes widening and jaw dropping. “How could you wanna murder your best friend?” He stopped leaning on the table and threw his hands up in an exaggerated gesture towards his face. “Look at me! I’m adorable.”

You raised your eyebrows and quickly glanced up and down his frame before looking over at Kenma, your brows still raised. A small smirk graced your lips as you tilted your head, trying to hold back a laugh as you locked eyes with the quiet boy.

“Hey! Don’t look at him like that!” Tetsuro cried, glancing between you and Kenma quickly.

Kenma flicked his eyes over to Tetsuro for just a second before bringing them back to you. Kenma widened his eyes a bit with raised brows, glancing away from Tetsuro for just a moment before giving you a small smirk.

“That’s not fair.” Tetsuro’s complaint was spurred by your non-verbal response to Kenma of an amused nod and half smile on your lips. Tetsuro huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair with a small pout on his lips. “You guys are so mean it’s like you’ve got your own little silent language.”

Your lazy smirk turned into a full smile then and you drew your attention away from Kenma. “We just work at a higher intelligence level than you, Tetsu,” you teased, trying to hold in the laugh that you desperately wanted to let out. Kenma didn’t hold back as much as you and let out a short laugh at his best friend’s flustered state.

Tetsuro groaned and shook his head. Putting his hands flat on the table, he used the positioning to support himself as he stood up. “I hate you both.” He tried to say it with a sense of finality but the small uptick of one of the corners of his lips gave away that he wasn’t as upset as he was pretending to be. “I’m getting coffee.” He declared as he turned on his heel and stalked off to the counter of the coffee shop.

“He’s such a drama queen,” you joked to Kenma as you watched Tetsurou reach the corner. You smiled as you watched him try to lean casually on the counter to chat with the barista, the little slip of his hand on the counter causing him to almost fall before he balanced himself. “And such a dork,” you let out a soft laugh, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watched him.

“You know, eventually, if you don’t tell him, I will,” Kenma mused, watching you carefully as you watched your other friend.

You snapped your attention back to Kenma in shock and shook your head lightly, confused as to what he was talking about. “Tell him what? I don’t know what you’re-”

Kenma sighed and gave you a deadpan look, the one he got when things dragged on for too long and he was ready to get to the end of it. “He loves you too, you know?”

You froze. “What?” The implications of the word ‘too’ processing slowly. The implication that Kenma not only knew about the way you truly felt for Tetsuro, but that he also believed Tetsuro loved you back.

Kenma sighed and glanced over to where your attention previously was, on where Tetsuro was tapping on his phone, waiting for his coffee at the counter. “He’s just afraid of admitting it,” he concluded, his attention coming back to you just as quickly as it had strayed.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, hope filling your body. Kenma wouldn’t lie about something like this, you knew that. He didn’t really lie about anything. You glanced over at Tetsuro and couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling inside of you as you did.

Kenma shook his head in mock disappointment, but didn’t try to hide the small smile playing across his lips at his correct guess about your feelings. “He stares at you every time you look away.”

Kenma’s words sat heavy in your mind for the rest of the day. Your brain spending an agonizing amount of time to try and recount any time that Tetsuro might have given the impression that he had feelings for you beyond platonic. You had been notably quieter when he’d returned to the table and had even excused yourself from the hang out before the sun set, which was unusual for you to tap out of socialization before Kenma did. There was just too much on your mind this time, too much you were trying to process.

You had been laying in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling as the tv played in the background, some show on it forgotten long ago. The sound of your phone ringing caught your attention and you grabbed it quickly, hitting the answer button and pressing it to your ear. You opened your mouth to greet the line but were clearly too slow on the draw.

“Are you busy?” Tetsuro’s voice slid through the speaker on your phone and you squinted your eyes in confusion, sitting up in bed.

You pulled your phone away from your ear to check the time before bringing it back. You let out a soft scoff at the time as you responded, “it’s like midnight, Tetsu.”

“Okay.” You could almost hear his eyes roll through the phone. “So is that a no?” He asked after a moment.

You sighed and looked back up at the ceiling of your room. “No, dummy, I am not busy right now,” you sassed as you went to search for the remote, hoping to flip through channels for another show to actually watch this time.

“Could I come over and talk to you?”

Your fingers dropped their grip around the remote and you glanced over towards the direction of your front door. “Right now? Did you not just hear me say that it was the middle of the night,” your tone reeked of exasperation as you tried to wrap your head around why he would possibly want to come over right then.

Tetsuro sighed on the other side of the phone. “Are you going to let me in or not?”

You opened your mouth to question him again but your thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding from the other room.

It only took a few seconds for the dots to connect for you. You hung up the phone and rushed out of your room to the door, pulling it open quickly.

“Are you crazy!” you exclaimed as you looked at the boy standing outside your door. He was casually clad in a zip-up and a pair of joggers, looking like he was going to freeze any second. His messy hair was pushed out of his face, like he’d been running his hands through it. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, his hands burrowing further into his pockets as he slapped a nervous smile on his face. “What if I told you I was just insanely bored and needed to see you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and blocked the entrance to your home a little more. “I’d call you clinically insane and leave you out on the street like the feral cat that you are.”

His jaw dropped as a look of mild offense crossed his face. “Come on, let me in! Its freezing out here!” He whined but you gave him a look to show how unimpressed you were. “Please?” He put on a small pout and you groaned at your own weakness. You stepped aside and waved him inside.

“An angel, really,” he teased as he stepped past you easily, slipping off his shoes and placing them to the side with yours.

You rolled your eyes as you shut your door. You turned and crossed your arms, leaning back against your door as you watched him exhale hot air onto his cold hands and then rub them together. “Don’t try to flatter me now,” you teased. “I’m mad at you.” Him and his crazy random dropping by when you’d already been thinking about him.

He laughed lightly, genuine smile popping onto his lips. “Again?” His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischievous energy. “Forgive me with a kiss?” He joked, but you saw it as an opening to address what you’d been thinking about for hours now.

You hummed in faux thought as you stepped closer to him. “On one condition.” You smiled lightly. You could tell that he thought you were just playing into his joke. And you were, in a way.

“What condition is that?” He smirked, mimicking you and taking a step to close the distance.

It was dangerous, that mischief in his eyes. It drew you in like a siren’s call, until you were standing chest to chest with him, looking right into that mischief. The siren’s call that taunted you to take the leap into the deep end. And you followed it. “Kiss me like you mean it, Tetsuro.”

You watched as your words registered for him like it was in slow motion. “What?” The smirk fell off his face and he looked at you in shock. Disbelief evident on his face, mixed with a glimpse of hopefulness.

“Kiss me.” You pulled your hands up to his neck, linking your fingers together behind it. “Like you.” You pressed your body against his gently and swallowed harshly at the warmth that radiated off of him. “Mean it.”

Your name fell from his lips breathlessly, in the form of a question, as he brought his hands up to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. “Tell me you’re being for real?”

You could feel your eyes fluttering closed as you sunk into the soft touches of his hands, a sensation you’d only dreamed about before. “ I’m being for real,” you whispered.

A gasp drew from your lips as they were suddenly pressed to his. It took barely a second before he was backing you up against the door again, pinning you to the surface with soft movements. His hands cupped your jaw firmly, his kiss growing more desperate as he leaned his body into yours. Millions of unspoken words bleeding from his lips to yours. Your hands slid down to his chest, fingers coming down to play with the zipper on his jacket.

A low groan came from his lips as he reluctantly pulled back slightly to breathe. “We should-”

“Talk about it later,” you muttered back, both of your words coming out in pants. You pulled your shirt off quickly and he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down.

“Right,” he nodded along in a daze, “later.” He let out another groan and reconnected your lips, he was quick to lift you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck as he moved your connected forms from the wall.

His hands cupped against your ass as he stumbled your way further into your place, navigating blindly to your room. It was quick, a blurry sequence of movements as your clothes were lost until your bare back hit your bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, trailing kisses to your chest and down the center.

you let out a sharp gasp as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, quickly but softly rolling his tongue over it. “As long as I have,” you whined in response.

He lifted himself onto his elbows, hovering over you as he spoke, eyes blown wide as he looked at you, taking in all of you finally. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” You whimpered lightly at his comment as he brought his lips back towards your chest. He kissed across the skin as his fingers gripped the band of your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded quickly and he wasted no time in complying with drawing them off your body. “Tetsu,” you whined as his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs. Your hands found purchase on his body, one winding through his hair as the other pressed to his bare shoulder, both tugging and pushing his body lower, begging his head to be between your thighs. “Please.”

He smiled lightly and readjusted himself, ignoring how his sweats shifted uncomfortably against him as he laid between your legs. “Anything for you princess.” His hands cupped the back of your thighs, easily lifting them and hooking your knees over his shoulders. His thumbs spread you open for him and you whimpered at the sensation. He made sure to lock eyes with you.

“Tetsu,” you drew his name out in a desperate moan as he flattened his tongue against you and dragged it slowly up. Long and slow. You threw your head back at the sensation as his eyes rolled slightly.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he mumbled into you, licking again. His tongue carved its way into you as you cried out, juices spilling onto his tongue as he moaned. Curses and moans tumbled off your lips as one of his thumbs brushed against your clit. “So so fucking good.”

“Please, please don’t stop,” you cried out as he moved his mouth up. His tongue flicked gently over your clit as his fingers trailed lower. Eased by his spit and your own slick, he pressed two of his long fingers inside of you.

Immediately curling his fingers up caused you to squeeze around them and he let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, his hips stuttering against the bed. “Oh god.” He licked quicker, careful to not be too harsh but desperate to make you tumble over an edge.

His name came from your lips like a prayer, a mix of moans and whines, begging and pleading for more of him. He was diligent and consistent with pace and placement and when you finally came, you did so while calling his name.

“Fu-uck,” he let out a broken moan, his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh and his eyes squeezed shut. He pulled away quickly, leaning up on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his hands braced on your legs, just above your knees.

It took you a second to come down from the dizziness in your brain and to notice the growing stain on the front of his sweats. “Did you just-” you whispered in shock as you glanced at him.

He was panting still, eyes squeezed shut and blush sitting high on his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Do you-” you cut yourself off as you realized how inappropriate that question was, but he answered anyways.

“No I do not always cum in my pants, that was the first time.” He glared lightly at you with a sassy tone and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the situation. “Oh you think it's funny?” He teased, laughing a bit too as he leaned back forwards towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at-” you were cut off by your own gasp as he pressed his fingers against you again. They slipped in easily now but felt just as filling.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, lips grazing against the crease between your thigh and core, forcing your body to arch into him. “The way you look right now.” He pressed a kiss to the indent of your hip and you let out a strangled noise at the sensation mixed with how he curved his fingers inside of you. “The sounds you make.”

“Tetsu,” you whined out his name as his thumb brushed against your clit, his teeth sinking lightly into your thigh.

He groaned at the noise. “My name falling from your lips like that is straight out of my dreams.”

“Please, Tetsurou,” you whimpered, fingers tugging at his hair and begging for him to look up at you again.

“What do you need from me, love?” He mumbled into your skin, looking up at you through the hood of his lashes.

“Tell me you love me like I love you,” you begged then. You watched him process the words. Eyes widening at first, clearly not being what he expected before he relaxed into a smile.

“Princess,” he mumbled, kissing your hip again, “I fell in love with you when I met you.” He dragged his lips across your skin to press another sloppy kiss just above your navel. “I love you now.” He dragged his lips again, a wet kiss just between your breasts as he drew his fingers out of you, despite your protests. “I will love you forever.” He kissed the base of your throat as his hands gripped your waist, arching your body to fit against his.

“And when ‘forever’ ends,” he hovered his lips above yours, looking you in the eyes so that you could see his complete sincerity, “I’ll love you some more.”

His lips crashed down against yours again and it felt like everything in your world fell into place.

a/n happy birthday to kuroo <33

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[disillusionedllove]

Would you have the heart?

Summary: Reader is a villain and just finished up the last of her mission. As she was cleaning up her mess, she hears something nearby. But she doesn’t expect it to be a gorgeous redhead to be the origin of the sound.

Warnings- Slight violence with knife (Not much!!), G!P Reader, i think thats it? 18+ MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 1915

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Here you were, disposing of another body in a very trashy dumpster down to very end of the alleyway. Honestly if it were under different circumstances, you would have killed this man in the river, but he just wouldn’t shut up.

Finally closing the lid of the dumpster, you shrug off your leather jacket, it was practically drenched in blood. But you pause, hearing a noise in the distance ahead of you, like a squeaking of a shoe? It was clear that the individual was trying to stay quiet.

Grabbing your knife you hold it up, ready to pounce but still lowered down incase it wasn’t a threat. Keeping your back to one of the walls of the alleyway, you peer around the corner, seeing a bright red flash. 

In a flash, you grab their collar and take them into the dark alley. Shoving them against the wall where only little moonlight shone. Soon making you realize that the person you shoved had been a woman, a gorgeous one with straight bright red hair and beaming green eyes. 

What the fuck? Why are you acting like that? Weird. You tighten your grip on her shoulders and neck, waiting for her to speak. 

“I saw what you did to that man.”

“Don’t know what you want me to do about it, make you unsee it? He deserved it.”

“He could have had a family.”

“He was planning to kill them anyways, might as well save them from the betrayal.”

You loosen your grip upon her, now realizing that she cant do much as save him if the man is already dead. But your hands still hover along her shoulders and neck.

She seems to be analyzing you, you noticed her eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper as she hears your quick answers. You couldn’t help it, it was all true, the man has been going for your head for years, but turned his attention to his family once you gone off the radar.

“Don’t think I’ll let you go, Red. I just so happen to know that you’re going to snitch to whoever you work for, make a new enemy of me.”

“How’d you know that.” Her gaze seems to falter just for a split second, enough for you to catch.  Before her facade is brung back up, higher than before.

“You know there is always two different types of heros.” You trail the hand on her neck to trace her jaw as you spoke. “Ones that always make it on the cover of the magazine, praised for all their glory as they defeat the “biggest” of all enemies.”

Unbeknownst to her, you bring your other hand away from her shoulder to bring the tip of the knife to point at her neck. “Or the hero’s that stay under the radar, staying out of the public eye. Not letting anybody know who they actually are… And you just so happen to be the one on the magazines, Romanoff.”

You honestly wonder why she hasn’t attacked you yet for figuring her out. You wonder whats her next move as your eyes scan her face, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Im here to take you in. We could give you better chances, opportunities, if you’d just come with me, Y/n.” Natasha sighed, seeming desperate? Which made you raise an eyebrow.

“Take ME in? You and your little boy band must have a shit ton of death wishes huh?” You laugh, your wings spreading out slightly behind you. Making Natasha wonder how she never noticed them with how large they were.

“Maybe, but it really all just depends if it’s worth the risk.” 

“The risk you’re talking about is way bigger than your boyband could handle, I’m a threat, anybody could admit that. I can take this town out in a matter of seconds.” You hissed, moving your head closer to hers, your breath fanning over her overly pierced ear.

Natasha shudders at your gesture, unknowingly leaning into it. “But you wouldn’t have the heart to do it? You know you’re capable, but are you able to put your mind to it?” She’s confident, you could give her that, maybe way too confident..

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You don’t know exactly how or when this happened, or got in this position but you weren’t going to complain. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow of the Avengers, has you against the wall now. 

The thing is, she wasn’t going to kill you, instead you find her on her knees, rubbing your throbbing member through your jeans. Shes teasing you. You didn’t have to think twice about that as she painfully unzips your jeans in a very slow matter.

“Fuck” You mutter, this was like torture. By the time Natasha got your cock free from its restraints, your cock practically sprung out throbbing, the tip a deep red with precum leaking from its slit. Natasha’s eyes widened a fraction, now realizing that your dick was bigger than she thought.

Brushing that thought aside, Natasha leaned forward and kitten licked your tip, humming at the taste of your tangy yet sweet precum. Before using the rest to help lube up your shaft as she pumps your dick, pulling a groan from you as you tilt your head back and resting it on the wall behind you.

Soon deciding that was enough, Natasha leaned forward again, wrapping her plump lips on your throbbing cock. She swirled her tongue along your tip, paying extra attention to your slit, as she started to deep throat you, running her tongue along the veins on the underside of your cock. 

You moan out into the air, your wings fluttering behind you on the wall as you take your hand and run it gently through her hair, tugging lightly which pulls a moan from Natasha’s throat.

Natasha soon enough has your whole shaft down her throat, but not without gagging. Her eyes well up a light shade of red as tears start to form, her head bopping up and down on your cock as your hand rests upon her head guiding her. 

“Goddamn Natasha, you’re way too good at this” You moaned once again, lifting your head as you shift your gaze back onto her. She keeps strong eye contact with you as she bops her head faster, her other hand reaching up to fondle with your balls as she brings you to your climax. 

You cried out, cum spurting out from your cock into the depths of her throat. Natasha stayed there for a moment, once she was assured that you were done, she pulled away from your cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum following.

She honestly looked beautiful, her lipstick slightly smudged, a light pink tint to her cheeks, her hair slightly messed up, her eyes dark with what seemed like lust. 

You instantly pull her up into a deep kiss, your lips moving together passionately as you cup her jaw with one hand and the other is reaching down to her hips. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you look at Natasha as if asking for consent while your hand rests on the waistband of her pants. She nods her head in response to which you start unbuttoning her pants, trying to slow your desperate moves.

Assisting you, Natasha kicked away the offending material and puts her hands on either side of your jaw, pulling you into a more desperate yet still passionate kiss. You pull her flush into your body by her hips, your grip tight.

You spin her around, making Natasha gasp into the kiss as her back makes contact with the wall. You pull away as your trail kissed down the side of her neck, leaving love bites on her collarbone above the collar of her shirt. 

Natasha moans as she loops one arm around your neck, gripping on one of your wings like they were a handle bar. As her other hand travels down where your bodies meet and grabs a hold of your cock, slowly stroking it.

Getting the message, you dip your hands under the material of her lace panties, feeling her drenched folds as you massage her clit. Soon enough, you tap her thigh with your left arm, a gesture for her to jump as you carry her.

You continue rubbing her clit as she rests her back against the rough brick wall. You spread your wings partially, curving them around your bodies. You could still see out but other individuals wont be able to distinguish your antics. 

“Hurry up… Fuck!” Natasha grunts it soon turning into a moan as you press down on her clit. Your lips meeting her neck again, kissing and sucking on it as you create more and more hickeys until there was no space. Pulling away, you rest your forehead on hers, panting heavily as your right hand reaches down to your cock to line yourself up.

“Hurry up? Beg” You laugh as you slammed your length into Natasha, causing a loud moan to rip out of her. “C’mon baby, beg.” As you slow your thrusts to a torturously slow pace.

“Fuck! Fuck… Forget it.” She cries out as she somehow creates an even tighter grip on your wings as she tries moving her hips against you, humping you until your grip on her hip tightens which effectively stops her.

“I know you have it in you baby, come on baby, beg for me.” You mumble against the juncture of her neck in a soft tone.

“Goddamnit…Please Y/n! I need you, please..” She practically whimpers, her nails digging into your wings proving how desperate she is. Her strong facade from earlier is long gone compared to her now.

Her words riled you up even more, making you fasten your pace, your hips meet hers more frequently. All you could hear was Natasha’s whimpers and moans and the sound of skin slapping , everything else just tuned out.

The sound of Natasha’s moans in your ear and her scratching up your wings and back turned you on even more. Resulting in you turning your hips and pounding into her wet pussy from a different angle. Her moans and cries got louder by the second, and you could tell she was getting close too.

Sucking one nipple in your mouth, you nibble and suck on it as you bring one of your hands down between your colliding bodies. You rub her clit frantically as you continue rutting her into the wall, your thrusts getting more sloppy. 

“Fuckk.. Babyyy. Im gonna cum” You moaned in Natasha’s ear, your hot breath fanning over her ear and neck.

“ Y/n!! Please! Please” Natasha begs as you pound into her, her hands roaming and scratching anywhere she could reach, arms, back, wings, waist.

“Fuck!! Cum baby, cum!” You grunted as Natasha came first, her walls pulling you more in making it hard for you to move. Triggering your orgasm as you felt her walls tighten around your shaft, your mixed juices gushing together as some fell out of her cunt. Your wings fluttering in pleasure behind you as you keep your cock in Natasha to keep juices from spilling as you both pant to catch your breaths.

You rest your head in the crook of her neck as you still try to catch your breath, leaving tiny kisses on her collarbone and shoulder.

“So are you going with me back to the compound, round two can be there.” Natasha breathed, still out of breath.

“I’ll take you up on your offer Nat.”

[r0tt3n-soul]

part 2 of the weird incel tboy post (maybe I'll make it a series since do many liked the idea...) (here's pt. 1)

the next time you see him after that day, he's completely flustered at your sight and tries to hide it from you. obviously, thats impossible. since you're still friends (and youre probably his only one) he doesn't have much if a choice but to hang around with you. you tease him about last night, ask him "did you obey me instead of jerking of? or did that meeting of ours make your fantasy so vivid that you couldn't stop yourself from imagining more?" he looks at you with widened eyes, the question of how you knew written all over his face. although he tries to his surprise a moment later, it was way too obvious what he thought. you laugh at his pathetic try of hiding himself from you and then tell him how you will punish him for disobeying later. although his cheeks go red, he only replies with a snarky "pff, you can try punishing me. it wont work.", rolling his eyes. you raise your eyebrows, and with a smirk you ask "is that so?" while letting your hand slip beneath the fabric of his shirt. you instantly feel him tense up again, just like the last time, and the more you feel him up while cooing sweet promises into his ear, the more you notice his dick getting hard. you laugh quietly. "already hard again, puppy? just like last time, you're so pathetic its almost embarrassing to be seen with you." you let your hands wander down his torso and slightly stroking over his thigh, going higher and higher with every movement. soon you notice his breathing going quicker and his cheeks reddening, trying his best to focus. "aww puppy do you want me to touch you?" you ask in your sweet voice, belittling him. he nods frantically, desperate for some sensation on his dick other than the straining of his jeans. "come on my sweet boy, be good and beg for it." you hear him groan in dislike, and you know that in his head he's calculating what he wants more: your touch on his cock or being safe from embarrassment. you already know he will choose the first, every smart little dog would chose that option, and he is stone cold brilliant. groaning a last time as a small protest, he starts begging: "please, touch me, i need you, i want you so bad. please please be good for me and touch me." you smile, satisfied with the reaction you got from him. "naw you're so cute when youre begging for it. just like dog in heat, right puppy?" you look at him with expecting eyes, to which he nods quickly. "ye-yes. I'm just like a dog in heat. I'm yours to use and you have control over me. please touch me, please, I'll suck you off if you want to" you laugh at how embarrassing he is, how needy a few touches make him, almost as if he wants to be controlled. "oh my sweet puppy, i wish i could, but this is your punishment for today" he looks up at you with shock widened eyes. "what- what do you mean?" "you misobeyed me so now you're punishment is to talk around with a boner all day and not jerk off. you're only allowed to cum once i touch you. i will know if you touch yourself, trust me." you could tell by his needy whines and the way he was rubbing his thighs together, that his punishment was already working. amazing. "come on puppy, follow me or I'll put you on a leash"

[mikgreo]

Gojo punishing his puppies!

satoru gojo, you, and his bff 🩷

nsfw minors dni.

au! where everyone is happy no one dies and theyre happy forever

satoru will always be here for his cute bunny!! even if his cute bunny decides to not be so innocent and turn out a cock hungry whore for his bsf, but thats okay! he can always punish you both. ♡

pairings: best friend! gojo x bimbo! reader , geto x bimbo! reader , geto x gojo

characters are probably ooc for the sake of the fic!! sorry..but hot men!!

Warnings: 18+ ,use of pet names, porn with the tiniest of plot, manhandling, degradation, threesome, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, anal (masc recieving) pussy slapping, spitting, choking, slightest praise if you squint, virginity loss, hickeys, missionary, backshots. bimbo reader, lmk if i missed anything.

NOT PROOF READ SORRY!!😔

You knocked loudly on Gojo’s apartment door. You tried to clean up your runny nose, you did, and you also tried to stop your eyes from tearing up, but you couldn’t, not after you woke up extra early to get all cute for your boyfriend ex. you were supposed to go to a cute date just you and him, but instead you stood there like an idiot as you watched your own boyfriend make out with a girl outside the cafe you were supposed to meet him at.

you decided to show up early to surprise him. Instead he ended up surprising you. You didn’t bother confronting him. instead, you blocked him on everything. you didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend.

“toru?” your voice clearly trembling from your crying.

“You okay, y/n? What happened, you sound shaken up-”

“Toru! are you home? need you really bad right now..please.” you didn’t know why you were calling him, it isn’t that serious.

“Yeah. ‘m home. friend’s over though, you sure you still w’na come?” he said, sounding unbothered. it was probably something about your boyfriend

“mhm. be there in 5.” you hung up. you wondered, was his friend cute?

here you were, infront of gojo’s door.

“Hey pretty, come in.” he hugged you slightly before you walked in

you bent over to kick your shoes off at the entrance. you only came to cuddle and let him comfort you like no other.

“ m’ so sorry im coming out of nowhere.” you smiled as you looked up at gojo through your lashes.

he was always taller than you maybe by a couple feet. you always admired his beauty, how his hair was so soft and perfectly layered. his blue eyes, the way he looked at you, a way he never looked at anyone else. his pale skin, and his pink perfect li- what am i thinking. you stopped before you got too carried away.

“dont worry sweetheart, its nothing. come, let me introduce you to suguru.” he took your wrist gently and pull you into the living room.

suguru? you thought. a part of you wished he looked as good as gojo.

“Suguru, this is y/n. Y/n this is Geto. I think its funny how both of my best friends have never met eachother.” he let out a slight laugh. so cute you thought.

“hi geto kun.” you gave him a bright smile. slightly crossing one arm to your other to press your boobs together “its nice to meet you!!” you giggled. he was cute, just like gojo, maybe he could be your next boyfriend.

“no need to call me by my last name, feel free to call me suguru, its nice to meet you too.”

he smiled back at you. he didn’t say much but you didn’t mind. he had a soft voice, higher than gojo, but still a tiny bit deep. it made you feel fuzzy.

“go ‘head and sit with suguru, im getting you a jacket. you need to cover up.” he glanced down at your outfit.

you didnt think you were wearing anything bad. a white crop top, tied around your neck by strings, with a jean miniskirt, leg warmers and of course your white toes.

yes maybe you were showing your breasts to much.. and nipples, and stomach. and too much thighs and legs. but you thought it was fine, a part of you wanted to be seen like this.

“hi suguru kun!! watchu watching?” you skipped over to him, making your boobs jiggle on purpose. you caught him looking.

“i dunno, some action movie. you gonna come sit with me and watch the movie, pretty?” he said tilting his head slightly, smiling, while patting the empty space on his left.

you were surprised at his boldness, maybe it was because gojo wasn’t here you thought. you paid no mind and went along with it.

“mhm, dont mind if i do.” you sat next to him, your plush thighs touching him. he was about to place his hand on your thigh until..

“hey, y/n here. i got u some pants and a hoodie.” he was clearly ticked off, jealous maybe?

“I dont wanna!!” you whined, as you got up. feeling geto’s eyes on your butt.

“mm.. theyre to big anyway toru!! and its so hot.” you hugged him as a way to convince him into letting you keep what you had on.

“atleast put the hoodie on, bunny.”

“why should i, hm?” you gave him a sly smile.

“so you don’t seem like an attention seeking whore to my friend.” he flicked your forehead

“ughh, fine.” you were definitely taking this off later.

gojo stared at you looking annoyed, “weren’t you just crying?”

oh. right, you remembered the whole reason you even came here.

“oh yeah, i forgot. I cought shin kissing some other bitch in-front of the cafe he was supposed to be taking me to, its nothing though, you made me feel better.” you smiled at him before grabbing a beer from the fridge. you chugged it before adding on, “i blocked him on everything though.”

“I dont get why you didn’t do that from the start.” he said flicking your forehead. again.

“ouch!!” you pouted

a few hours went by, you had gotten to know geto a little more, and you were pretty drunk, they both scolded you the whole time but you didnt care, you wanted to forget about your ex.

it was around 10pm when gojo decided to say..

“oh yeah, suguru is staying the night, so if you wanted to stay you might as well.” he placed his hand on your head before getting up from the floor where you were all sitting on from the previous board game.

“ i was .. hiccup .. plan- planning on it anyway.” you glanced over at geto, who was clearly staring at you.

you smiled at him before crawling over to him.

“hey. you’re cute..” you tilted your head and smiled. just looking at him made you feel fuzzy..

“hey. you’re drunk. come on get off before satoru comes back.”

“relaxxx~ hes gone! it’ll.. hiccup … take a while.” you scooted closer to him. lips ghosting over his

“dontcha wanna kiss me?”

“cant, even if i wanted too, pretty. your toru’s girl.”

you pouted at this. you didn’t like his rejection.

you quickly got up and rushed to find gojo, who was in his room getting blankets and pillows.

“toruuu!!!” you barged in

“yes bunny? whats up.”

you went up to him and pushed him onto the bed, half lidded eyes tracing over his features. you cupped his cheek.

“did you tell suguru we’re dating?”

“no, i didn’t, princess. why?” he raised a brow attempting to get you off, cleary failing.

“mm.. he wont let me kiss him. he said he cant.. because im ‘toru’s girl’, mm.” your finger tracing over his lips, legs closing in tightly at his waist.

he doesn’t look to happy, you thought.

“y/n, get off.” he said trying to push you off.

“why are you mad? you jealouss?” you were still on him, not going anywhere. you giggled at this.

“no, stop acting like a slut and just act normal for once.” his voice was stern. and harsh. he never talked to you like this, he was really mad.

you unconsciously started to tear up, maybe it was your drunk self, or your horny self, but you knew how to manipulate gojo into giving you what you want. what is it that i want?

“toru, m’ sorryyy..i love you okay? only you..im sorry for this.” you braced yourself. god you hoped your drunk self wasnt going to ruin everything.

“for wha-” gojo quickly being cut off.

there you were. cupping your best friends cheeks and making out with him, inviting your own tongue into his mouth. you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your waist. pushing him deeper into the mattress, gojo now laying down completely.

you pulled away to catch your breath.

“y/n. what the fuck are you doing?” he was confused but part of him liked this. he could never admit it right now though.

“satoru… im tired of pretending i dont like you. i dont wanna ruin anything but, hiccup..i love you. more than best friends.” you kissed his cheek, the corners of his mouth, his forehead and neck.

“y/n, your just drunk talking, you dont mean it.”

“m’ not. i mean it.”

“you’re a fucking whore.” was the last thing he said before yelling at geto.

“yo suguru, come here!” he manhandled you to a position where he was on top now.

“ya called?” geto came in.

gojo leaned into your ear whispering, “since you wanna be a slut, make a show for suguru, okay?”

“toru, i want you. i need you please..hiccup.. pleaseee.” you had no idea what was making you say this but you guessed it was just the horniness making you talk.

“suguru, your gonna fuck her, okay?” gojo glanced over at geto.

“with pleasure.” geto took his shirt off in one go and untied the strings of his sweats.

“t-toru! wait…”

“hm?”

“i want you..and sugu, to eat me out.” you covered your face with your arms.

“is that so, princess?” gojo grabbed the back of your knees and pressed them against your shoulders.

“hold on tight for me, ‘kay bunny?” he flashed you a smile. “suguru, ya ready?”

“let’s see what our puppy tastes like gojo ♡” suguru said kneeling down next to gojo spreading kisses down your thighs and tummy, putting your panties to the side and bunching your skirt up to your stomach.

“h..hurry.. need it, now, pl-please!” you were getting impatient for their touch. you felt like you were about to explode.

almost immediately gojo lapped at your cunt on command rubbing his finger up and down your hole while occasionally sticking his tongue in while suguru sucked on your puffy clit.

“n-ngh! a..hah! sug..toru! more more more..!” you began to blabble already to fucked out from barely any action.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny.” satoru said sticking his digit inside your weeping and needy hole. “look how wet she is, suguru ♡” he said pulling out his finger pulling it up so geto could see.

“mm..she’s so pretty, all wet glistening in her juices.” geto grabbed gojo’s wrist and pulled his middle finger up to his mouth, sucking off all your juices.

gojo blushed at this.

“tou..touch me, touch me mor- hah! ngh yes.yesyesyes!!” your head rolling back into the mattress, and you swore, there was stars on the ceiling.

gojo stuck in 3 digits inside your leaking pink hole. “gotta get you niceee and ready, love. don’t want me and sugu-chan hurting your poor cunt do we now?”

he giggled seeing your flushed and confused expression. gojo moved out of the way leaving geto to eat you like a starved man. “h-hah!! wha.. you? sugu?? cant..take..both cant..at once! nghh, suguru!”

“im sure you can, be a good girl and let us stretch you out, hm?” gojo grabbing geto, who wouldve probably never let go of your pretty cunt, by the hair to get him off and fully undressed.

“but before that, im gonna get suguru to stretch you out okay?” he goes to your side caressing your cheek. “you’d like that wouldn’t you? you just love sugu-chan so much you want him to stretch you out nice and good, hm?”

“t-toru!! cant… i..im a ..” you hesitated. fuck it. “virgin! virgin, im a virgin toru toru… ngh!” you could barely talk with how geto’s fingers curved and scissored across your gummy walls.

he laughed. “pfftt, you act like a slut and you’ve never even gotten any action, you’re such a whore.” gojo wrapped his hand around your neck choking you softly.

“Suguru, you okay with fucking a virgin dumb?” gojo flashed him his fangs as he smiled, softly slapping your cheek.

“i’d be more than happy.” he pushed your legs further onto your shoulders aligning himself at your entrance.

he spit on your cunt and gave it a slap, earning a muffled moan from you as gojo bullied his tongue into your mouth.

“breathe, ‘kay? and relax, im ‘bout to go in.” he slapped the side of your thigh to make sure you heard him.

“mm-mhm!!” you mumbled, gojo finalizing the kiss by biting your bottom lip, kissing your forehead after. “get ready, baby. it wont hurt, if you just welcome him in ♡”

geto slowly pushed in your tight little hole.

“n-ngh! hah..big..big!!!” you looked down, realizing this was the first time you saw geto’s dick. it was thick, you would have to guess it was around 6 inches from what youve seen in those porn videos.

“suguru, don’t go easy on her, dont hold back. its her punishment for being such a whore.” gojo said finding his way into the crook of your neck giving you hickeys.

“sorry, princess.. hold your breathe for a sec yea?”

you were confused at suguru’s request, but you complied too drunk to understand. and suddenly-

plap!!!

“F-FUUUCK!!. ngh..ya….hah.. ow, sugu.. too much.. too-t- big!!” you struggled against the two boy’s hold on you.

suguru began to slip in out of you, occasionally stopping to bottom out all his length inside your cunt.

“so! soo good. more!! faster sugu please!~” crossing your eyes, your whole body moving up and down from his thrusts.

“can..feel you! in my tum..my!!..mm” you were cock drunk.

“toru..touch..touch me!!” you looked at him with heart filled eyes, you wanted him to touch you too.

“such a brat. at least say please, ya dog. so nasty and needy.” you slapped your cheek making you shamefully moan. “knew you’d like that, fuckin’ whore.” he slapped your pussy occasionally rubbing your clit.

“yes!! yes so good! toru, sugu! im..im..close closecloseclose..!!” you lolled your tongue out, eyes teary, pools of drool coming down your tongue.

“ya on..ngh..the pill, doll?” suguru said while getting sloppier with his thrusts.

“yeah, she is.” gojo speaking for you, being too fucked out to respond.

“can i c-come..inside, satoru?” geto said glancing over at gojo, him taking notice of geto’s sweaty trembling body knowing he was about to burst.

“go for it, didn’t know ya was a fuckin’ dirty slut just like y/n.” gojo walked over behind geto, biting on his ear lobe lovingly. teasingly.

“fu..fuckk….cant!! cant hold..” geto gave his last thrusts, shooting warm ropes in your cunt.

“hhaa!! so warmm.. ngh..!! good..”

“creamin’ all over suguru’s cock huh, princess? just like the fucking slut you are.”

gojo pushed geto down, making him shift his weight on your tiny body, bending him over making sure geto was still inside you.

“sat-toru? what the fuck.. hey..he-ngh!~ fuck..” geto protested, but getting interrupted by gojo spitting down his ass, wetting his hole.

“punishment for being cock-whores, sugu-chan and y/n ♡”. gojo sticked two fingers inside geto’s warm unopened hole.

“sugu…again..please! so ..horny.” you said cupping his cheeks, lips meeting. eventually sloppily making out as geto started to begin his slow thrust.

you felt his dick twitch as he moaned in your mouth possibly from gojo’s fingers.

“sato…ruu! slow down, cant..focus!! ngh.” geto too overstimulated to concentrate on your pleasure.

“lemme take over then, ‘kay?” he kissed geto down his spine, slowly pushing in the pink tip of his cock inside geto.

“f-fuck!! i..nghhh!!” geto trembled eyes never leaving yours. never breaking eye contact.

gojo wasnt even all the way in when he started to forcefully thrust into geto’s poor hole, making geto move harsher inside you.

“fuckk, so tight yeah baby?” gojo grabbed geto’s hips getting better grip as he slammed into him, projecting his strength to geto, thrusting into your poor overstimulated hole.

“slow..slow down!! suguu…cant take!! it..” you felt like you were going to break having twice the weight on your legs now. barely remembering how to breathe and talk.

“toru!! so ..good~ ahh.. wait!! slow..down!! y/n cant take it..” geto trying to get up forgetting he was leaning half his weight onto you, but immediately being shoved back down by gojo.

“mmm!! m sorry prin-cess!” he shoved his face into your neck moaning into it. you felt his drool slip down.

“..go—ood!! good….mytummy! cant..its com…ing!!”

“hah…look! the bitch can’t even fuckin’ talk no more, she’s so fucked out.” gojo laughed at you.

“toru, just..go sl-ah!!-lower, pl..please!!” geto cried out, as his body was holding on tightly to you.

“ouch..sugu!! too tight!!” you took notice on his grip on you, thinking he was about to break your bones.

you all were clearly about to explode, on the edge of cumming. you couldn’t take anymore.

“come on suguru! just cus im fucking you dont mean you can forget all about our girl.” he gave a harsh slap to geto’s ass making him remember to keep thrusting hard into your poor cunt.

“nyaa!! cummin…d-daddy, toru!!!” how cute. gojo thought hearing you say that, already trained to say his name while cumming despite him not even laying a finger on you.

“me ..too. ‘m cumming satoru!” geto put his hands on both sides of you getting up slightly to give you room.

“fuckk…on the count of three yea? ya slut’s gonna come for me, ‘kay?” gojo fastening his thrusts, also making geto unconsciously move his hips into your pussy.

“one…”

“two…”

“nghhh!!! toru, suguru!!!” you squirted all over geto’s dick and stomach.

“fu..ck. toruuu..y/n.” geto moaned softly as his body slowly gave up, shooting his last load into your cunt.

“atta’ girlll, squirt fa’ sugu-chan.. so proud of you suguru.” he planted kissed down geto’s spine and back, also cumming in geto’s little abused hole.

gojo pulled out, geto slowly following behind.

you curled into a ball, trying to regain your regular breathing rhythm, about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet, puppies. ♡” gojo said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, white hair sticking to his forehead.

“we’re going all night.” he smirked.

i hope u guys liked it!! lmk if u want pt. 2 :33 this was my first time hehe im sorry if its bad🥲

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

I like to believe cole has a higher muscle density than other people so even without his super strength he's naturally strong (<- a bit inspired by Mitsuri Kanroji Kny). Also that his bones are thicker and stronger, so he's pretty hefty naturally as well. Both things are meant to support the development and presence of super strength as to not over stress his body or smth idk. Also that he has Slightly tougher skin, but its not noticable as compared to other people. Also maybe he has to eat a bit more to support these traits (<- jay too but thats because he has a higher metabolism <- speedy)

[changbinsboobs]

Who's the most believer Christian church boy in skz🙏

Sooo i was unsure if i should read on whos most religious or whos specifically most cristian but i chose the second one and maybe someday ill t a broader reading about their religious views in general.

Chan - PoP, 4oS

I think he's pretty educated on christianity, maybe he had bible study or something when he was older. Don't see him caring much about it tho, i don't think christianity has stuck to him more than just basic info and i don't think he's active in any way other than every once and a while reading something about it if the occasion arises(?)

Lee Know - 4oC

Doesn't seem to agree with Christianity. There's a lot that doesn't make sense to him. I think he's brought up christian tho, like all the members i think.

Changbin - 9oC

I would say he's pretty christian, or should i rather say i think his family is rather christian and i think God comes up often in his conversations with his family and even friends. I don't see him specifically being really religious and an active christian but i think someone in his family might be an avid believer and i think he finds that really wholesome and has had a positive view of God in his upbringing and his life until now. I don't see him going to church or anything aside from keeping his mom or dad or aunt or whoever it is, company like once in a blue moon. In short, i don't think he himself is an avid believer but someone close to him is and he sees beauty in that and holds christianity in kind regards because he loves his relative. Thats that. He also values belief and the higher power! I think he has genuine belief and respect for that - which isn't bound strictly to christianity tho i think he finds value in that regardless of religion.

Hyunjin - 5oP, 7oW

I don't think he believes in God. I think he has been left dissapointed a few times and doesn't hold Christianity specifically in high regards. I think he would be pretty reserved around people like that and i think Christianity alltogether might be something slightly triggering for him?

Han - The Chariot

He seem really devoted actually. Idk how to interpret that energy and i don't wanna offend anyone cuz ya'll are such snowflakes but i get the vibe that he's pretty unstable? Ugh idk how to explain it but u sure have met people who are really desperate and in a mentally unstable space and then suddenly someone knocks on their door and to them it seems like a sign or whatever and because they're vulnerable they let themselves get brainwashed. Im not saying all that happened to him - i just wrote a scenario to kind of explain the vibe that im feeling. There is a sudden(feels fairly new), very intense devotion and practice being strictly followed and a certain anxiety accompanying it and i sense a pushing, forceful energy from him, as well as instability and a need for some. Which might be the reason for his sudden turn? Also i don't want to make any rash assumptions but just letting you know cults in korea are a thing...👀

Felix - 8oW

Very active and strong in his belief, doesn't even need any explaining, honestly his card didn't even surprise me.

Seungmin - 2oP

I would say he's pretty neutral. There's not much to say, he views himself as a Christian, he doesn't get much involved tho, he just does regular duties (idk what exactly but i guess getting married in a church or paying church tax or whatever) but not going to church every Sunday and reading the bible and praying before eating and stuff like that. He's just on the middle.

I.N - 7oS, Death

I think he either is very strict because he has church/god anxiety, or he HATES Christianity and has had very bad experience with it.

I swear if one of y'all complains im switching the anon feature off and blocking ur ass😀

[endeavorsbiggesthater]

Dabi headcanons

ooc post moment?? yeah fuck it- yall asked and i shall deliver some dabi headcanons- ill tell you which ones are canon for this blog as not all of them are. if you dont like any of these headcanons i dont care- (i do but shhh) just dont bring it up- ANYWAYS ONTO THE HCS

Dabi runs hot, i dont give a shit what people say his body runs hot and its absolute torture for him, using his quirk makes this so much worse and he often gets dizzy when he reaches a certain point (not me projecting onto dabi a bit shhh) canon to the blog

He's bad at relationships- he doesnt really know how to act in them and so will often mess up or just not know what to say.. his way of showing affection most of the time is through helping the person is his own fucked up way, and a lot of the time it involves murder or arson because thats all he really knows how to do in terms of helping. canon to the blog

He doesnt ever really flirt with people in a non joking way, he'll do it for laughs sure but when it comes to actually flirting he just cant for some reason- if anyone does take his joking seriously he will just sorta go along with it tho. canon to the blog

He's had several hookups in the past but he always cut things off before it could have any emotion involved as he wasnt looking for anything serious at the time. did he kill at least one person because of this? maybe :D canon to the blog

Dabi is terrified of end up like endeavor when it comes to relationships and taking care of people, its why hes bad at them and acts like a disaster as the only frame of reference he has for that stuff is his dad. the last thing he wants to do is make his partner cry or be afraid of him even if he acts like hes super dangerous. canon to the blog

Its not so much a crush but dabi absolutely thinks shiggy is hot once he stops wearing the hand on his face all the time, and he will drive the man insane with the shit he'd say. semi-canon to the blog

He doesnt consider most of the league his family, more he considers them his friends, the only exception for this is toga who he absolutely views as a sister. canon to the blog

If he did manage to kill endeavor he wouldnt know what to do with his life, while he acts like it would just fix things and be the best he knows deep down that he would just feel empty without something to hate and obsess over so deeply.. canon to the blog

He wants to fix things with the rest of his family, especially shoto, however he doesnt know how to bring things up or even where to start. canon to the blog

One night stands are something he's way more comfortable with, relationships are just weird for him and theres too many emotions which he hates, but he likes feeling like someone actually needs him for something, even if its not really anything personal. non canon to the blog

ALRIGHT- those are some bigger ones about how he acts- now for a list of random small ones- all of which are canon

he could have stitched his skin together, he just thought staples looked cooler and fit him more

he isnt a huge fan of animals, but he likes cats more than dogs

his quirk doesnt have an official name, however he calls it cremation

he gets drunk as fuck with twice all the time, the two are drinking buddies and it always ends in some dumb shit

there are a lot of pictures of his family that he keeps in his room, all the ones that have endeavor in them hes been burnt out

while he has good control over his quirk most of the time that absolutely goes out the window when hes feeling anything strong, even if hes laughing too hard he can slightly start smoking

he will go along with stupid shit toga suggests to make her happy

giran has had to get him so many new costumes since he keeps burning them

hes killed far more than 30 people, the 30 is just for innocent people, he doesnt consider heroes nor other villains as innocent, so the real number is much higher

he still feels guilty for killing those children from the hospital he woke up in, they never asked to be there after all

the nomu he used in the forest training camp was partly designed by him, he was the one who asked for all the blades and stuff on it

hes dyed his hair many colors before until he settled on consistently dying it black

homura and natsuo are his favorite siblings

when fuyumi was first learning to cook hed refuse to eat the food she made

he may act like hes just annoyed that the other league members got hurt because it makes his plan harder but in reality hes worried for them and will want to hurt anyone who will hurt them

and finally! he cant taste things super well because his tongue is stapled together, however he can still taste enough to enjoy food

[fanfictiongirlie]

HP: Forbidden - Chapter Ten

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Parings: George Weasley x Female OC (Slytherin)

Description:

Rosalie Riddle lives in the shadow of her father, going to Hogwarts made her feel safe and happy and when she meets George Weasley she feels a whole new emotion. Follow her story from the beginning of her Hogwarts Journey.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Can fluff be a warning? Little bit of angst. Fred still dies, sorry.

P.s. So this is a rewrite from a fanfiction I originally wrote when I was roughly 16. It was awful, truly awful, but I adored the story so I decided to rewrite it ten years later. Enjoy.

The name calling was tonight, we had finished our dinners and shuffled around the Great Hall, not sitting in our house just sitting wherever. I opted to sit with the twins. Their younger brother didn't seem happy I was there but I didn't care. 

Soon Dumbledore was speaking and ready to call the names out. Firstly he called out a name from Beauxbatons; Fleur Delacour.

Secondly Viktor Krum, the boy I met the other day. 

And then for Hogwarts, I was hoping it wouldn't be Cedric. He was my only friend in the higher years so what are the oods. 

"Cedric Diggory!" Yelled Dumbledore. 

My heart sunk watching Cedric walking up towards and past Dumbledore. I was doubting Cedric's power but I've read that these challenges can be very dangerous. 

"He'll be alright" George whispered his arm going around my shoulder.

The goblet started to flicker again, and the lights in the room went funny. And then another piece of parchment flew out of the goblet, Dumbledore caught it. 

He muttered a name, but I didn't caught it, luckily he yelled it out, and he yelled Harry Potter. I looked over to Harry and laughed.

"You're always getting in trouble Harry" However, no one laughed with me. Instead a few people were yelling harsh things at him. Never thought I'd see the day people were mean to Harry Potter. 

Harry left and walked towards Dumbledore, he left the great hall and the professors left with him. 

"Maybe we should head out?" George spoke, I nodded and took his hand in mind. And we left the hall together. 

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Today was the day of the first task, Daphne and I were walking towards the arena together, I secretly bought a book with me. Through the grapevine, George had found out that the first task had dragons. I had never seen a dragon so I was very excited for that. 

"I'm so nervous for Cedric" I say

"I know, he'll be okay" Daphne smiled.

We climbed up onto the seats, a few minutes after we sat the twins sat behind us, George hugged me from behind, as he did his lips were ever so slightly touching my cheek, and honestly it made me dizzy. 

Once the cannon fired the take begun, Cedric was first, I watched him narrowly dodge the fire from his dragon. He wasn't doing so good at first, but luckily he got the hang of it after a while. He turned a rock into a dog to distract the dragon, and by tricking the dragon he was able to grab the egg and finish win his turn. 

Next up was Fleur, she took a lot longer than Cedric, and the dragon caught her skirt with it's fire, but eventually she got the egg. Viktor was quicker than Fleur and Cedric, but he hurt his dragon so he lost points, which made me not like him anymore. He seemed nice enough, but I couldn't forgive someone hurting these dragons. I felt so bad for them.

And then came Harry, I was actually so nervous for him, I couldn't imagine going against a dragon with my magically knowledge and Harry's knowledge was roughly the same as mine. 

Harry's dragon was different to the other three, it was angier, more scary looking too. It felt like forever watching him, finally Harry got his broom, and thats when the dragon got free and the two flew around the castle grounds. 

Eventually Harry came back and claimed his dragon, he didn't have points deducted for killing his dragon, I noticed. 

"Poor dragon" I frown. 

"You sound just like Charlie" George chuckles. 

"Charlie's the one older than Percy, right?" I asked, trying to remember the ages of his siblings was something I was really trying to learn. George nodded to let me know I was correct. 

Soon the scores were in, and Viktor and Harry were joint first. Cedric was second and Fleur last. 

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Christmas was only around the corner and something unexpected was here, Professor Snape had us Slytherins gathered together. And he was explained the Yule Ball to us.

"I personally don't care if you can dance or not, but Professor Dumbledore had decided everyone must have a dance lesson" Snape explained. 

"Malfoy, Riddle up here now!" 

Draco and I walk over to him. I had a feeling I knew what was about to happen. Snape proceeded to explain the art of dancing to use, and the steps we had to follow. He then played the music. 

Draco awkwardly placed both his hands on my waist, and I placed mine on his shoulders, and we very awkwardly followed the steps. We fumbled a few times, but ultimately we danced rather well. I had never attended the dances the Carrows would throw, but I always imagined going and dances, and the fact I was going to a ball was so exciting. Daphne and I would have to go dress shopping.

Once our dancing class had ended, it was lunch, before I even reached the room George stopped me, his face redder than usual. 

"Rose" He took my hand and pulled me to the side.

"I wanted to officially ask you to the ball, as my date" He asked. 

I smiled and nodded.

"Of course, shall we get lunch now?" I asked. 

"No, wait" He stopped me from walking.

"Yes George?"

"Actually, I'd like if, well if you wanted, maybe you wanted to go as my girlfriend?" He asked. 

"Really?" I ask, maybe too excitedly. 

"Yes really!"

"George, yes!" I giggle, his smile was so wide right now, we leant forward and hugged one another, tight. 

"Finally ay?" He asks, laughing. 

"I know right, but I don't mind us going slow" I admit. 

"Me neither Rose" He adds. 

"Now lunch?" I ask again.

"You love your food, don't you" He grins, taking my hand.

"You've tasted the food here haven't you?" I hadn't told him about the lack of food I get at home yet, nor have I told him about the abuse. One day maybe, but not today. I wanted to enjoy this without dark drama for a little while longer. 

[lovelacebarbee]

Hello again, today i bring you another MICC verse story feat. Melody.

This is the story of how she got her name. Almost.

Basically its Andyeddie being cute.

As always many thanks to the WW2 Rpf is fine server for bringing this idea to life and thanks to all of you for reading It.

Enough about me, please enjoy : )

PASTORALE

Today was a happy day, a happier day than most in this hellhole. Nobody had died yet which was rare here in the frontlines.

Once we had found somewhere to rest, Ack-Ack climbed to a higher place, some sort of rubble. He raised his voice and adressed the men.

"Everybody, we are staying here tonight, so pick a slightly smooth stone and try to sleep".

Andy as always was glowing, with a fierce determination I though could only appear in old stories of myth or in brave knights of old.

But Andy was very much real, and he was pregnant with my child. Our child.

The though made me smile involuntarily. I thought of a home, a nice evening watching our baby, me singing in a porch with my guitar in hand and baby on the other, and Andy coming home from work. A peaceful Life. A happy life.

While some of the boys were starting to doze off, or chatting in low voices, I was so stuck in my own fantasies i didn't notice Andy walking over to me.

"What were you smiling about earlier?"

"Was i smiling?"

"Yeah you were, and im asking you what all that was about"

"Everything. Nothing. The fact you are pregnant."

"Is that all?"

I smiled mischievously and replied

"Well sometimes you need to think of a sweethart back home to make It trough this war"

"Am i your sweethart?"

You always were and always will be"

"So if im here right now, what does that make me?"

I thought, you are everything to me. My captain, my lover, my family, my future. How to explain that to him? How to explain that my entire existance was tied to his life?

Then I remembered that night back in Melbourne, when he told me that he loves me. I thought of now, of how even when he was pregnant he wanted to keep fighting. To stay with the men. With our boys.

That is what i loved about him. Thats what made Andy Andy. So thats what i told him

"You are a good captain"

He laughed quietly so as to not wake the rest of the boys. He stopped and glanced at me, a wide smile on his face.

"Ive been meaning to ask, what is that song you are always humming?"

"What song?"

"That melody, you keep singing it all day, and at night before we go to sleep. I haven't heard it before, and unless its from the japs i dont know how you can know a new song around here"

"Whats up with you today, you are asking a lot of questions"

"Maybe i just want to talk to you"

"Then you should have just asked"

"Thats what im doing now"

"Dont get clever with me now, its not a good look on you"

He must have known i wasnt really mad, and my smile betrayed my annoyance.

"Oh but you love it"

"You know i do"

"So answer me"

"Its a song im working on"

"That doesnt answer the question "

Andy kept looking at me, and we he looked at me like that I knew that I had to confess the reason for my good mood lately, and why I was singing that song, even though the thought scared me more than any battle we had fought.

But this was Andy, and he would understand. I decided to tell him the truth.

"Well," I began my explanation "In my family it's tradition that a parent has to compose a song for their newborn. I guess its something of a supperstition, we always say that as long as a song is sung then that persons memory is still alive, somehow"

"I think thats beautiful"

"Its an old supperstition "

"Its ours now, eddie, and our baby will love your song"

"Well for now our boys have taken a liking to it, and they are as much our sons as the one in you belly"

"Can i ask you a question then?"

"Sure"

"Do you think its a boy or a girl?"

"I dont really care, as long as It looks like us and its happy, well that will be ours whatever happens"

He smiled at me and i knew, i knew that i would do anything for my love and my son. I had to keep fighting so that we could all make it back home.

I had to make sure our melody made It back stateside.

[kitten-bri]

my opinions on masas new album angeles, its going to be long so im putting it under the cut

shinigami - surprisingly short, it was pretty ok but it was nice to hear masa rapping again rondon slag party hi - i barely hear a difference, sounds a bit punchier? not sure if thats the right word miku's part around 2:20 sounds better and the end chorus sounds different too rondon haze casablanca - theres like barely any differences maybe besides the chorus

rondon political officer job - i think i listened to this like once in my life when the og came out the mixing is kinda questionable why am i now just finding out rin fully sung this wtf black bishop - same as officer job last time i listened to it was when it came out i really like how miku and gumi sound here also pretty ok, not a fan of the outro

my name is - the instrumental sounds pretty unique gumi sounded like she had a voice crack when she sung konbanwa i hate how the wanwanwa sounds

to side land - i think the og to side land is overhated ngl miku sounds different here and rin sounds higher pitched other than that i hear no difference

to guide blue - my favorite new song on the album masa answered my prayers for a song with gumi and rin!! WHAT IS THAT NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND sounds like a pig dying and vomiting at the same time reminds me of kuuron hanten

buddha - im skipping it after hearing the preview 😥

tanuki neiri - i was so excited after i saw the teaser on masa's twt miku sounds clearer here and the inst sounds slightly better i love how it sounds right before the last chorus but miku and gumi sound so muddy :(

enma mukade - my favorite masa song of all time ❤️ i kinda like the new intro not sure how i feel about it being faster now tho totally wasn't listening to this on loop the other day what is that noise in the instrumental, sounds like a project diva slide but much worse

[coldshinypearl]

reiji sakamaki x reader

The perfect bride

one shot

part 1

Where Reiji was chosen to be the ruler of all vampires and demons, Karheinz had to put his hands on his career and order for a wife…as if he needs one, but when he met her? What witchcraft did this girl perform on him?

disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, blood sucking, inappropriate language, symptoms of social anxiety. (And yes thats Nayeon in the middle photo<3)

[y/f/n] = your father’s name , [y/m/n] = your mother’s name , [b/p/n] = birth place name.

Lets all calm down here.

Why on earth, none other than the King of all demons, would need a wife for?

A heir? Blood resource? ….love.?

As if.

As if he needed one, but then again what was he doing at a dinner with all clans and magistrates, young princesses that searched for quality husbands, dried queens that still searched for an affair, insolent children that ran all over the location?

Reiji regretted every second of that choice he made, the choice to come seeking for a wife at a ball.

His punctured and corrupted expression of upsetting could only express the hundreds of complaints his mind was spouting, why during his peaceful duties he had to be disturbed and dressed up to come seeking for an useless wife?

Why did he have to dress in his best black void suit and fix his hair, why his attentions must visit everyone’s eyes?

He sat there is his black carriage as his figure wiggled around, he’s like a statue since his anger has provided him from moving during the travel, he keeps his head locked curved in the window angrily eyeing the breath taking view of the lands at night.

Only hoping for the carriage to end in an incident so that he could get back to his numerous duties.

He sighs and fixes his glasses lots of times in annoyance, if only he had searched for a mistress earlier, but the dozens of work he had to do to get to the throne is almost inhumane.

That he did not have time to search for one. So here he was.

When the carriage suddenly stopped he flashed for a moment almost ceasing his upset expression thinking that maybe his prayers were listened, no they weren’t.

He arrived.

The little door of his carriage opened slowly revealing his slim and tall figure, as he stepped out he only found more and more reasons of why this was the biggest regret of his life.

He sighed for the millionth time ignoring the butcher outside announcing his entrance.

-“King of all demons, Reiji Sakamaki.” The raspy and soft voice of the aged butcher at the door spoke reading the parchment, when it did the guests almost flinched synchronized.

He can only appreciate the warm fancy tea scent that came out of that ball room and the founded fear of some of them peasants, that tall and colorfully decorated ball room, almost made his eye problematics worse.

As he stepped furiously inside with that distirbed look, his lieutenants followed him along, the guests bowed at them like dominos that fall.

The handmade leather of his footwear signed every single angry step he made across that floor, until he arrived to his position higher than everyone else, his red crimson silk throne decorated at the edges with golden engravings, he let his sculpted and slim figure fall in the cushion as his companions gathered around him.

-“The most decent one. And then we go.” Reiji’s poisoned voice came out of his pinkish soft lips all in one breath as he looked straight in front of him, he ordered at his lieutenants as he didn’t want to loose another pricey second of his expensive time.

The lieutenants nodded and responded, as they became seeking with their gaze for young girls.

They trembled slightly as they looked around, suddenly every single young possible mistress seemed way out of his league. Almost too embarrassing.

Spoiled. Insolent. Selfish. Rude. Obnoxious and annoying.

All of them.

One of his lieutenants sighed as he hoped for one presentable young girl.

…

Until…..they saw a light.

-“Duke and Duchess of [b/p/n]. [y/f/n] [y/m/n] [y/l/n].”

Spoke once again the voice of the butcher that faced the outside.

Almost as a miracle had happened, a swan was spotted between the chickens.

Steps were to be heard of three figures, guests turned at them as they walked inside.

So long since the last time the Duke of [b/p/n] was seen between the clans.

And behind those two aged powerful characters.

Curved and tall figure, porcelain palest skin with dark moles signing her features, silky and shiny hair combed with the finest techniques let to fall of her shoulders, hips and back looked like they were carved in ancient marble by the greek gods, sharp and attentive eyes, a black gaze that analyzed whatever around her, controlled and calculated movements but still flawless and unique, rosy cheeks and plump lips.

All rounded by a velvet red crimson dress with slightly puffed sleeves and skirt that started from the higher waist, refined in couture from the finest silk and decorated with golden handmade personality sewed lace, covering her long arms lace black gloves.

Reiji’s eyes slightly widened at such perfection, his brows softened at that sight and replaced his bitchy annoyed face, with an hungry and seductive smirk.

Not only he found a match, but it was….absolutely perfect and full tied all of his requests, he almost wronged himself for thinking that anyone would’ve been perfect.

He saw his lieutenants looking at her, and gazing with such dried eyes.

-“Her. Elaborate.” Reiji ordered suddenly, for seconds they remained still bewitched, then moved their figures around searching for the guest list, until one of them found it.

-“[y/n] [y/l/n], daughter of the Duke of [b/p/n], Vibora and searching for husband.” One of the lieutenants said, holding the paper with the names.

His smirk widened once again, not that the marital status mattered of course. But she was completely pure like pearls and untouched like soft tender clouds, almost like she was just patiently waiting to be filled.

Waiting to be bitten, to be tasted and ruined.

Her stranger gaze moved around like wind from guest to guest, until…..she met a never saw before, pair of magenta irises.

Sparkling of villainess and lust as they locked with hers, she could read his thoughts and intentions only through that intoxicating and piercing look on his eyesight.

She broke that non physical violating contact as she looked back at her father, her cheeks feeling slightly burnt as they tinted in pink.

Her family was away abroad up until this night, how could she ever known that the new king of all demons was so….fascinating…

Certainly the previous one had his charm along with his techniques of seduction for women, but he was just much more diabolical and seemed really intrigued by her.

As that eye contact kept re-jumping in her mind she tried to analyze his features from her previous memories, those eyes…..sharp and….lustful…

Clearly made her feel as if they were touching her all long her body.

All that compressed air was drowning her head and thoughts, along with the hundreds of conversations about politics and money and positions….all over and over again….

She didn’t speak a word all night long at the dinner, only looking down at the floor and following her father like a little duckling as he introduced her to every guest like a painting in an auction.

But once she felt the mans eyes all on her, she had to slide away.

Her steps could be barely heard as she walked trough the hall that brought from the ballroom to the pavilion of the garden, she kept her hands firmly locked on her chest as the breath became uneasy from the tension.

The cold and refreshing air of the starry night finally hit the choking warmth of her skin, that dark blue night that was poked with holes of natural light of the stars.

The garden was green and well decorated, with spuns of leaves that fell from the trees, and that beautiful pavilion right in center. Covered by a white marble ceiling and a cricket ground.

She sat on the marble large cylinder right above the ceiling, admiring the garden as she enjoyed that comfortable silence that surrounded her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, finally feeling calm again.

-“I couldn’t help but notice your sudden absence.”

A new voice. A new deep and dreadful voice.

It was penetrating and flawless as she never heard it, but certainly could’ve associated a previously met face to it.

She turned her figure slowly as she tried to relax from the flinch she had taken when she heard someone speaking.

There he was again, that tall handsome stranger, dressed with the best fabrics and with the strongest ego.

His dark purplish hair slightly long stretched and fell to his covered collarbones, those sharp and grisly features that surrounded his pale skin, those eyes kept locked on hers once again.

he stood there arms crossed like a spoiled whore, waiting for the not so sire answer that would’ve signified her destiny.

That was now on his hands.

That cut keen smirk on his thin lips, showed his intentions that she could’ve already felt.

-“y-your highness.”

She squeezed her eyelids when she heard that studder coming out of her choked voice, her trembling figure rised from her seat and bowed instantly slightly raising the sides of her red gown.

She remained in that position until she then slowly rised again and looked down, bringing her hands together holding them.

She stretched her back fixing her posture, but didn’t dare to look at him in the eye.

[y/n] could feel her heart racing almost asking to jump out of her body, which made her breath uneasy as she desperately tried to keep control of herself.

Never she had been face to face with a King of his rage, not even the previous one, and now they were in that open fresh space, alone and together.

She knew that the mentality of the guests would have brought innumerable rumors about her and the King if someone was to seek them outside. Most importantly in someone was to notice both of their absences.

The grip on her hands firmed suddenly as she thought about the consequences and what would they talk about her. Nothing but filth.

-“I have been chosen for the position of King two months ago.”

Reiji spoke. Looking directly at her who wasn’t daring to rise her head.

He maintained his cold and satisfied expression, as for him, quality tableware and sparkling polished silver wouldn’t bring the level of joy that would ever hit him when he sensed one’s fear around him.

-“but whats a King without a bride?”

He said.

And she knew instantly what he was implying.

She flinched her head and looked right at his eyes, forgetting the titles she had right in front of her gaze, suddenly her expression traveled from uneasy to terrified.

-“and i…Have chosen you.”

[Part 2] coming soon….

[thehandwixard]

um . could u give me the rain code pitch . i am still cursed with the dream specter and think i might need to play it to exorcise this

hi. so. this is going to be pretty long and slightly stream of consciousness, because i am always much worse about giving concise pitches than i think. i am also clicking my heels together in joy. its going to be very obvious that i love this game a lot... like. elevator pitch, i would give the game a solid, respectable 6/10 if ranking it purely in gameplay feel, overall execution, and the like. maybe edging closer to a 7 with its updates to performance since launch.

However, what is clear about raincode is that it as a 6 year long labor of love, and this endears me to it in the way that energy endears me to trigger happy havoc despite its flaws, its clunkiness, and its relative shortness. I would give it an easy 9/10 for the heights it strives for and the effort that went into the making of the world, the emotional resonance of the main characters, the story, the aesthetic. the psychic effects it has had on me, finally, cannot be measured. i need to find articles about gay bathouse culture for this game. thats not even a queer theme i think kodaka intentionally put in this game and trust me he puts stuff in intentionally, thats just one i keep thinking about. thats the headspace the game puts me in.

now,

THE (master detective archives/enigma archives) RAINCODE PITCH.

The danganronpa games, you know them. Kazutaka Kodaka, the writer of the games, you may or may not know that guy. I like his writing a lot since i got deeply into danganronpa in 2020. this is one of the only games i have preordered in years. He made a new game that's a 3-d mystery-adventure game. The soundtrack designer and character designer from those games are also here, and spitting. 

Raincode is a mystery-adventure game set in a unique world with what are described as “psycho-noir” aesthetics, referencing the heightened fantasy of the setting’s visuals compared to the (already electric) DR.

You play as Yuma Kokohead, an amnesiac trainee detective sent (along with several other, far higher ranking detectives) to the autonomous zone ‘Kanai Ward’ to investigate its never ending rain, its complete isolation, and the corporation that controls it: Amaterasu Corporation, its faction of ‘peacekeepers’, and its systematic refusal to let investigations be done inside or out.

The bulk of the game IS this detective work, even when you’re not working on a case. The city has several districts (with very clear class associations) that you are free to walk around in, and it uses cyberpunk aesthetics in a way that’s very pleasing to me. Kinda think splatsville but neon, its that design of.. an area thats still maybe a little too polished for a city but it has a genuine eye to how a city actually tends to look and the ways people use it and exist in it. there are quite a few incidental npcs, and i think they work well to make the city feel alive. One of my favorite aspects of the game is the goal to present a multinational setting, with stuff like signage in latin alphabets, cyrillic, kanji, and the character’s names.

I could go on about the design for a while and i have more notes about it later just. The World Is Really Cool. you know what the master detectives are? Theyre detectives sanctioned by the World Detective organization, given the title of master because of their innate psychic abilities that have been honed into forensic and investigative tools. The reason the trainee detective Yuma is an amnesiac is probably because he made a pact with a death god that links them “body and soul”, for purposes he can no longer remember and she is unable or unwilling to tell him. This pact, however, gives him his own edge in investigating. Obviously the game is centered around solving murders, though in a less personal way than in DR. Also like and unlike DR, the way you are guided into solving these murders is through a series of minigames (in a pocket dimension that is the mystery given form (called a mystery labyrinth where the psychedelic design starts to come out crazy hard)) which are. The minigames are fine, i do generally enjoy the non-stop debates from danganronpa more, but theyre well-designed and fun. The mysteries themselves are Bangers, i made it a goal for myself to at least try to solve all of the main ones by myself to test if they were good mysteries where u were given all possible information to piece together, and i never felt cheated when i didnt get it exactly right. Again, it misses some of the intense personal connection you get with some of the murders in dr with it not happening in a closed cast, but i think that the story of them is done very well. Smiles. 

And coming back to yuma, thats the other thing about this game. Danganronpa dealt heavily with exploring themes of student burnout, critiquing the justice system in specific areas like trial and (capital) punishment, etc with its characters, and where Raincode really shines in similar areas, but a little to the left. 

If danganronpa was essentially about teenagers who really didn't have much to gain from the system but useless power over other teenagers and the costs of punishing deviance from norms, raincode is grappling with power structures where adults do have a lot to gain from upholding them, especially through the politics of information. Misinformation, hiding information, even the collection and use of info. Like DR, it also has a lot of very interesting things to say about ‘giftedness’ and the way it can alienate people, though again with a strong eye in considering people without these gifts, and/or people who do not have “average” abilities and how they have to navigate this world. 

The themes are strong. I would argue the game is also edging into being about being disabled and the guilt of burdening or even just interacting others with characters like Yuma, Fubuki, and Pucci. Its really highly interesting and, thankfully Kodaka’s bottom-line touch is one of understanding. The duality of being othered by ability and othered by disability.

I think one of the things i like most about Raincode is its unflinching way it depicts the ebb and flow of our protagonists', Yuma and Shinigami’s, morals, goals, and convictions. It has a lot to say about what depending on other people means, the good and the bad of it, the ways you can be taken advantage of, and all of yuma’s relationships with the other characters showcase this heavily– how he feels about himself in relationship to them, what he wants them to feel about him, how they support him or use him. Its a game where, very plainly, you do not have all the information and are playing against sharks who will take every chance they get to puppet you around. 

and what helps, obviously, is that yuma and shinigami are delightful protagonists to follow. their dynamic is written with a lot of care and nuance and is also just. really funny.

I clear my throat. Addendum. Some things to note, about this game. We have some one piece type shit in here. What i mean by that is I respect komatsuzaki as a character designer but he makes a lot of weird choices in character design that i am unable to really understand the reason for at times. Kodaka is not getting off the hook for the writing of the characters of color, but its unclear how much.. Direct correlation kodaka’s writing and the designs have. Wont get too much into it.

The other thing i mean by that is. Transmisogyny but i put a huge “EXCEPT-” sign up. One of the best chapters of the game centers the transmisogynistic plot device of two male characters having to disguise themselves as girls to investigate a murder in a girl’s school. I am not a trans woman, but what i will say in my perspective being familiar with this trope in even recent stuff like mob psycho is that like. The characters generally can and will say edgy, really rude shit but i personally feel the game takes the stance that theres nothing wrong with crossdressing, yknow? And also the pervert character is explicitly trans-positive. That helps. Its a thing that looks bad head on and makes the pitch kind of hard because obviously its not something one expects to be any better than it looks.

Also the game is almost fully voice acted with only some incidental interaction dialogue not being voiced. The english voice actors do a fantastic job, and from what i understand many of the japanese voice actors have a lot of love for the game too (i can't speak on their performances lol)

(also theres a lot of extra material for the game in the form of dlc stories and collectable story interactions in the main game. these are difficult to know the correct time to experience them and are a bit clunky in that way but are very worth looking up when the time is right)