#me: im not writing anymore bjs

[rinhaler]

luxe, hear this anon out. rin with a crybaby type of reader who cries when they feel too good. just imagine him unlocking the fact realizing that he gets turned on by their crying when they're sputtering and choking on his cock <33

apologies if im a bit deranged about this

- jellyfish anon

okay I cannot express how sexy this request is. I NEED him in a way that undoes centuries worth of feminism I fear :( also apologies I'm not that best at writing BJs but I hope u like! (slightly inspired by scream vi)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise, slut used once, alcohol mention, reader has long hair/hair long enough to do a makeshift ponytail ♡

words: 1.9k

“You shou— talk to ‘im—” your friend slurs, giggling as you help her sit down on your couch. You laugh a little as she falls from your grip and spreads out comfortably on the sofa beneath her. “Look, he’s looking!” she yells a little too loudly and points.

You shush her, carefully moving her hand to her lap before looking to where she had been pointing. Your neighbour had been looking from his window into yours for a little bit, smirking a little when he finally notices you looking back. He’s doing dishes in the sink, and it gives you the idea to get your friend some water.

“He’s been giving you fuck me eyes f-for weeks! Every time I come over he’s always—”

“Maybe you shouldn’t point and make it so obvious, babe.” you laugh, handing a glass full of water to her. “He’s just being friendly. Besides, I’m not really ready to date or anything yet. I’m just having fun hanging out with my bestie.” you tease her, nudging her with your elbow.

She pouts, eyes filling with water before she hugs you. She’s always been an emotional drunk, and soon enough she’s confessing how much she adores you and what a perfect best friend you are.

“Do you have any snacks? Wan’ some chocolate.” she tells you. You shake your head. “Ugh. Ooooh! You should go ask hot guy if he has any!” she suggests, kicking her feet and giggling all the while.

You look elsewhere. In the direction of hot guy. But he’s not at the window anymore. He’s probably in bed, it is pretty late. You hadn’t expected to be getting home after midnight from your cousins wedding given that you aren’t really that close. But bringing your best friend as a plus one extended the time you spent there.

There was an open bar.

“I’ll go to the store. What kind of chocolate do you want?” you ask.

“Surprise me.” she smiles. “Thaaaaank youuuuuu~!” she speaks in a sing-song voice.

“Don’t burn my apartment down while I’m gone.” you warn her, pretending to scowl at her before you laugh at yourself. She nods, eyes fluttering closed as her body sinks further and further into the couch.

You grab your keys and head out of the front door. If you were smart, you would have ordered dessert. There’s no way you should be leaving the safety of your apartment so late and stepping out into the city. But it’s just around the corner, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Nothing bad can happen to you if you just hurry.

As you reach the bottom floor, you recognise the man standing by the mailboxes near the entrance to your apartment building. He hasn’t noticed you, though, and why would he? He’s occupied sifting through the letters in his hands. You take a shallow breath, mentally preparing yourself for the dangers of going outside.

He raises his head as he smells your perfume when you walk by.

You gasp, feeling his hand dig into the flesh of your upper arm before he pulls you closer to him. It’s hard to even figure out what your thoughts are as you feel your back connect with rows of metal mailboxes. And before you can greet him, his lips are on yours.

You smile into the kiss, a hand cups your face as he presses his body a little harder into yours. He smiles back when he hears a soft little moan escape you at the feeling of being trapped against him. A sound from a higher floor frightens you, you turn your head and move away from him.

“Sorry, I thought my friend might be—”

“Hey,” he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. “You’re too ashamed being seen with me?” he smiles a little, teasing you. You smile back, shaking your head in protest.

“No it’s not that!” you tell him. “I better get going, though. She’s drunk and wants some chocolate.”

“You’re not going out on your own.” he speaks. It’s commanding, his voice filled with care and concern and it makes you weak at the knees. “Do you know that you can order snacks?”

“Uh, no, I've never heard of that.” you roll your eyes and speak sarcastically, earning a laugh from him.

“Maybe you should come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you how to do it.” he tells you, approaching you again. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as he looks down at you, and you find yourself nodding before even thinking about your answer. He smiles, though, kissing you deeply at your response. A sweet sort of praise for delivering an answer he’s happy to hear.

He takes your hand, guiding you up to his apartment.

“Done.” he smiles, putting his phone down on the counter. “I ordered pizza and your friend’s chocolate.”

“Perfect, thank you, Rin.” you thank him, “It’ll probably be a while… what shall we do in the meantime?”

“You know…” he starts, closing the gap between you. “I’ve really missed you all day.”

“Yeah? Ah—!” your voice gets caught in your throat as you feel him pick you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you. You’ve missed him, too. You’ve never put a label on whatever this is. But as far as you’re concerned, it’s just fun. It’s easy. And it’s good.

He is good.

He sits on the couch with you straddling him. A little groan leaves his lips as yours stray to kiss down the column of his neck. His hips roll up, the outline of his cock rubs into your wanting core. His eyes are glued to you as your kisses descend his body, and he curses himself for not throwing away his sweater before picking you up.

It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re resting between his knees with your hands pawing at his cock. Your eyes are full, wanton whimpers filling every breath you take as you do all you can to quickly undo his belt.

“Can I give you head, baby?” you ask, helping remove his cock from the confines of his jeans. He nods, eagerly, his fingers stroking your scalp through your hair as encouragement.

You’re salivating when his dick is revealed in all of its perfect glory. Flushed pink and pretty and throbbing with lust. An unyielding desire to feel your mouth around it. You lick at the oozing pearlescent pre gathering at his slit. The moan he emits at the feeling rushes straight to your cunt. Your hand flies under your dress and beneath your sopping panties, Rin’s cheeks fill with a pink tint at the sight. He hadn’t expected you to touch yourself, his ego climbs heights he hadn’t thought possible at your overzealous act.

“Baby, please… please suck my cock.” he begs. You nod, mewling as you sink your mouth entirely onto him. “F-uck. Good girl, such a good girl.” he groans. You feel his hand cup your face, angling your vision so that your watery eyes are focused on him. He sees the pleasure building in you as you stare back at him.

Your little fingers aren’t enough to satiate the burning need pulsating at your core. But seeing Rin’s facial expressions are more than enough to keep you motivated. You want to make him proud. You want to make him cum. You take his cock entirely down your throat, and pride fills your body when he throws his head back.

He looks down at you, and he bites at his lower lip as you suck and choke around his length, tears spilling over your lash line as you take him more and more.

“Fuck, baby, you like this?” he asks, and you nod without hesitation. He thrusts his hips and fucks into your face until you’re choking on him. His hand grips into your hair and forms a makeshift ponytail as he continues to pound into your mouth like you’re his own personal fuck toy. He pulls you away reluctantly, giving you a chance to breathe. Though that isn’t why he did it. He wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to study the tears welling at your eyes. “You’re such a cute slut for me… cryin’ for my cock? Fucking adorable.” he grins.

You sob, unable to stop yourself. You rest your hands on his thighs as you sniffle, allowing him the time to really enjoy how pathetic and desperate you are.

“Love making you feel good…” you speak, shyly. “I—”

You don’t get the chance to speak anymore when he forces you back down on his cock. His eyes are heavy and filled with lust as he carries on rutting his hips into your face. You can’t stop yourself from twirling your fingers through his dark pubes. It’s the only thing keeping you grounded in reality as the feeling of his cock entirely takes over every synapse in your brain.

It’s unrelenting. He can’t stop himself as the tears continue to fall. Fat tears rolling without end down your hollowed cheeks. He batters his length into your drooling mouth, a mixture of spit and pre rolling down your chin and coating his balls as he repeatedly slams himself in and out. His thick length clogs your airways with each thrust. He can’t believe the pretty, lewd noises leaving you as you do your best to take him. The sputtering doesn’t cease, and knowing he’s so big that you can’t help but gag is making him mad with lust.

He holds your head with both of his large hands, keeping you in place as he fucks his length down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Take it, ‘m cumming.” he warns you, a loud grunt following as ropes of tangy white cream spurt down your throat before you can barely get a taste. You show him your empty mouth, and he kisses your forehead in response. You hear your phone buzz, your head turning to acknowledge the sound. But he pulls you back, lifting you onto his lap before standing up with you in his hold. “I got carried away.” he kisses your lips.

“No it’s okay, I had fun.” you smile, kissing him back.

“You make me fucking crazy. Crying like that, over my cock? You’re so sweet.” he tells you, kissing you again. “Have you always been such a cry baby? I like it, a lot.” he whispers before kissing lovingly along your neck. You roll your eyes, kissing him and giggling against his lips. Before you can answer you hear your phone buzz again,

“Sorry, I should check that.” you tell him. He sets you down and tucks his cock back into his underwear and jeans. You smile when you feel him hug you from behind, kissing him before checking your texts.

Bestie 💖: are u still at the shop? hot boy has a gf :( i can see him getting a blowy through the window Bestie 💖: ugh they look so cute i hate her, i rly thought he liked you!!

Your blood runs cold as you feel the vibration of another text coming through. Rin smiles, tucking his head into your neck to offer a calming kiss while you read your texts together.

Bestie 💖: OH MY GOD YOU BITCH! IT’S YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

You reluctantly look up, and Rin does the same. You see your best friend standing by the window with a shocked expression on her face. She holds her phone up and takes quick picture as you and Rin wave at her through the window. You look down to see a notification from her, the picture is now available for your whole Snapchat group chat to see.

“I gotta remember to close my blinds at night.” he laughs.

© 2023 rinitxshi

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i very deeply respect your mashposting and even though im not as enthusiastic about hawkahy as you are i think the content you make for them us delightful and some of the best mashposting on this godforsaken website. that being said, i wanted to know ur takes on the hawkeye & trapper dynamic, and the hawkeye & bj dynamic. Not in a shippy way, just in the World of Hawkahy what role do trapper and bj play in their relationships with hawkeye :3 this because i love that one comic u did where hawkeye is spunchbop and bj is Patrick its one of my fave pieces of mash fanart lol

(⁠๑˘❥⁠⁠ ˘๑⁠) first off, THANK YOU!! i'm soooo crazy about hawkahy and i really enjoy contributing to my fellow shippers, but i'm glad my art can also still appeal to people who are less interested the ship itself.

second, VERY fun question!! i wish i had definitive answers for yall, but you know me... i love to go "well idk it could go either way" ^_^;; really, it depends on what kind of tone and theme i'm looking for. i don't really write heavier stuff (because i have so much fun writing funny fic) so that kind of narrows my options, but there's a lot of potential i'd love to explore— or see someone else explore, if they're so inclined!

TRAP:

generally the trapper reading i typically default to is that he and hawkeye have a pretty casual FWB thing going on. trapper considers hawkeye a very close friend and hooks up with him at an intersection of bicuriosity and deep platonic affection, but hawkeye catches baddddd feelings and ends up genuinely heartbroken to find out their thing was lopsided. in this case, hawkahy would happen only after trapper leaves— mulcahy has a tough time trying to get noticed before that point :( but at the same time, i don't think mulcahy would pounce at the first opportunity, because i don't think an immediate rebound would be good for hawkeye nor mulcahy... but it could happen for dramaaaaa...

another version of the hawkeye-trapper rapport that i love playing with in my fics is trapper being generally very supportive but nonetheless slightly grossed out. i think there's a lotttt of comedy potential with hawkeye thinking it's okay to fuck a priest but NOT a married woman, and meanwhile trapper is pro-infidelity but anti-priestfucking (for whatever reason), and they squabble and tease each other about it the whole time.

it's also funny to think about is trapper trying to figure out whether mulcahy now gets the "one of the bros" back-slapping beer-chugging dude treatment, or if instead he's now slotted into the "go easy on 'em trap" category that protects hawkeye's ladyfriends from hearing trapper's bawdiest jokes and comments when hawkeye brings them along as a plus-one to the swamp.

trapper seems like he's pretty likely to sniff out that hawkeye and mulcahy are seeing each other even if they try their damnedest to keep it secret. i like to think hawkeye trusts trapper enough that he would go ahead and divulge it it up front pretty soon after it's official. trapper could probably even pick up hawkeye's crush beforehand... maybe even before hawkeye knows about it!

i don't see trapper as being too jealous of hawkeye spending a lot of time with mulcahy, even if it means hawkeye is now exclusive and not sleeping with trapper anymore. if anything i think he'd be pretty stoked that he's got one less guy to compete with for the nurses' attention. pretty sweet deal as far as he's concerned.

i do think there'd be some tricky navigating between how hawkeye acts with trapper and the STARK difference with how he acts around mulcahy, which you can see clear as day in the s1 finale, where hawkeye gets soooo soft and careful while talking to mulcahy. i don't think either one is disingenuous; i think hawkeye contains multitudes. hawkeye's not the type to fake sincerity. and to that end, i really don't think hawkahy should hinge on hawkeye totally giving up all the cruder parts of his personality (especially since mulcahy is really no saint either), so it could be pretty interesting to see that manifest in whether/how he's still maintaining a close friendship with trapper now that he's been seeing mulcahy regularly and trying to make a good impression.

BEEJ:

the direction bj goes in depends on whether hawkahy are already an item before he gets there. he does form that almost instantaneous trauma-bond with hawkeye on his first day, but i think if hawkeye admitted "yeah by the way the chaplain is my boyfriend" as soon it seemed safe, bj would be able to take it in stride as another weird little quirk of the mash he has to get used to. he's too hung up on dealing with all the gore to worry about who's banging who.

by contrast, i think he could potentially get pretty upset/jealous if hawkeye and mulcahy paired up a little while later. i can see him feeling really betrayed, like, "what do you normally do when i'm gone?" "wait for you to get back!!"

if bj still doesn't feel like he's really enmeshed himself into the unit— which i think on some level, he never wants to, because he's banking on dropping everything like a hot potato the second he can— then i can totally picture him just feeling completely lost and isolated when hawkeye is suddenly forgoing their boys-nite boozathons in favor of getting some priest pipe. like, at least trapper could always go find his own cuddle buddy to pass the time and had nurses lining up to volunteer; bj has basically nobody and doesn't seem inclined nor equipped to fix that. hawkeye is his liason to the rest of the camp, and bj isn't so great with people without having hawkeye there to help as both teleprompter and safety net.

basically i think bj wants to keep hawkeye within a very specific arm's-length radius— not too close, but not too far either, and hawkeye having so much private time with someone else could really get under his skin.

you could also have bj think the priestfucking is gross/bad on sheer principle like trapper did, even without the jealousy angle, and it'd probably hold a little more water coming from bj than trapper. however, it'd be funny if he's insisting it's definitely not a jealousy thing and he's being fully objective about it, but you can totally tell he's just jealous. x)

i admit i kinda love seeing bj get tormented, because he's got such obvious buttons to press and yet sternly insists that they don't even exist, similar to houlihan and frank. like, you can't just set that up and not expect me to rub my hands together and SLAM those buttons as hard as i can. ergo, bj getting jealous about hawkahy is supremely funny to me. i'm not too proud to admit that!

[c0llisiion]

could you do a junwon (ex fantasy boys) full smut where he basically ties the reader up, spanks her, and really really degrades her? Idk if you are a dark content writer, but if you are, could you make him like toxic and manipulative? If not, then don’t include that part. Also, could I please be 🛍 anon? Thanksss!!!<<<3333

EYE CANDY - y.jw

★pairing: yun junwon + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: meandom!jw , sub!reader , spanking, restrictions , clit slapping, squirting, cervix fucking , toxicex!jw , name calling, he is kinda mean to reader , bj , raw sex (practice protected sex!) spit kink , mention of d34th(once) — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,815

A/N: AHHHH WTFFF I NEVER THOUGHT I WILL BE WRITING FOR MY WONNIE MY POOKIE WOOKIE IMH 😭😭😭☝️☝️☝️ THIS WAS SO EXCITING HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANON! i tried my best plssss 💀💔

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Toxic ex-boyfriend junwon who refused to give you a break. His constant cheating and douchebag personality were the only reasons you broke up with him. You lost count of the number of times he cheated on you or blamed you for things you never did. Oh, you talked to one of your guy friends? He would accuse you of cheating on him. Fake tears stream down his face as he keeps blabbing about how you broke his trust and how much of a slut you are for speaking to other men. But when it was the vice versa? He would once again blame you. He would continue to express his hatred towards you and how it was YOUR fault that he had to resort to cheating because you were unable to provide him with what he desired. and every time things would end between you both, it was either him on his knees crying and hollering for you to take him back or your face smushed onto his pillow while he fucked into you mercilessly.

This time, it was unlike any other. He had you bent over his lap. His leather belt tied your hands behind your back while he assaulted your ass. “Tell me, sweetheart.” He would put on a fake sweet tone, his slender fingers rubbing circles into your glistening cunt as his other hand smoothed over your red cheeks. “How is it like to be an attention-seeking bitch?” He spat. His harsh words and the way he teased your hole made you whine. The area became more red after a loud slap hit your ass. “Words. Use your fucking words.” He said, pulling your hair back so he could make eye contact with you. Your eyes were puffy and red from the constant teasing and pain. He liked seeing you in this state. All vulnerable and in the mercy of his hands. “I-i didn’t do anything jun… i was j-just-“ you moaned out loud as another slap landed on your ass. “Wrong. I saw the way you looked at them. I noticed everything. The way you touched his arm. How could you do that? How dare you? Why don’t you learn, y/n?!” He said it in a disappointed tone. "I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Thats right, the only thing you are worth for is sucking on dicks.” You shook your head every time nonsense words came out of his mouth. “I-i would never …!” He slapped your sopping cunt. You winced at the pain. It was overwhelming. “Lies.” He bluntly told you as his hand rubbed over your red ass cheeks before spanking you again, this time harder. You jerked off his body at impact. “Always lying.” You shake your head before speaking up. “Im only fit for you… junwon.” you managed to mumble out. You felt his eyes stare into your soul as you mumbled those words. His fingers started prodding into your needy hole. Your toes curled as your insides finally got their desired stimulation. “Say that again will ya?” He said as pushing his three fingers into you. You moaned softly before it was replaced by a loud cry as he spanked you once again. “Speak tf up!” He said basically screaming into your ears. “YES! Yes! God- im only f-fit for you junwon! You! I want your cock in me so bad. I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight anymore!” You babbled. He chuckled darkly at your response. “Good girl…” he says. You sigh and try to relax a bit when you feel a sudden shift. You were now on your knees; his cock, now free, was right in your face, and your nose and lips were touching it. He held it in one hand while the other was holding your head tightly. He rubbed his cock on your face. Smearing his pre all over. He groaned at the sight. You stayed silent, not having the liberty to do anything in your current state. He brought his tip to your lips before pushing in harshly. You groaned out loud as your throat choked around his hard length. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at him. He stared, bobbing your head up and down his dick. Pushing deeper and deeper till his tip hit the back of your throat. Your constant gagging and choking were turning him on. He loved watching your spit collect around his base and spread around your mouth. 

He pulled back, finally letting you breathe. He brought your face closer to his crotch, his cock hitting your cheeks. He smiled down at you, smoothing over your sweaty forehead. Your eyes were unfocused and tired. “Tired?” He asks in his fake tone again. You nod, your eyebrows scrunching up in discomfort.  “Too bad.” That was all he said before shoving his cock down your throat again, but this time with greater force. He kept bucking his hips, hitting the back of your throat each time. His head was thrown back as he basked in the moment. He let go of your hair, giving you the chance to work on his dick by yourself. You knew exactly how to please him. Your head bobbed around his length faster. Gagging each time. You pulled away with a gasp, your face already a sticky mess, before spitting on his tip and sucking on it. Junwon was in awe as he watched. “Look at you.. doing so good? I was so right.. like always. You really are only fit for this. So pretty. So so pretty. Im so glad that I am the only one who gets to have you as my cockslut.” He moaned out. Your mouth continued working on him. His chest was heaving, and his breath was getting shorter. His eyes were squeezed shut, which indicated he was close. “F-fuck.. fuck just like that, keep going…” your tongue circled around his girth, giving his tip special attention. Within seconds, junwon was cumming in your mouth. He pushed your head down more and more until your nose hit his pelvis. You felt hot cum spill into your throat over and over again, swallowing shamelessly. Your eyes swelled with tears as he pulled you off his dick. He pushed two fingers into your mouth, prompting you to open wide. His thumb rested on your tongue as he observed your mouth. A smug smile was plastered on his face. Junwon slapped your face before taking your jaws in his hands. “You swallowed without me even asking?… i fucking love you.” He says, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. His hands wrap around your neck as he pulls you into a rough kiss. He lifted you up from your knees, pushing you down to the couch. Your legs were instinctively spread wide open, waiting for him to bury his cock into you already.

He looked down at you. Your pussy glistening under the soft lights that decorated your once-shared apartment. He looked back up at you. A stupid smirk was on his face as he rubbed his tip up and down your folds. “Look at you all wet and needy…you want me to fuck you silly? Huh? You want me to ram you into this couch? Yeah? That's the only thing you are good for..” he said. “..Taking my cock in like a good fucking whore.” His hands around your neck as he pushes his girth into your sopping cunt slowly. Loud squelches were heard as you tried taking him in. “Good lord.. do you hear that..? Do you hear your pussy? So fucking wet, your pussy is literally dripping…” he groans as he continues pushing, watching you suck him in. “Fuck– you are such a filthy whore… making a mess already,,,” your juices were dripping down from your hole to the white couch, creating a small wet mess on the furniture. You arched your back off of the couch as his girth hit your cervix. He hissed as your pussy clenched around him, and without any hesitation, he started ramming into you. Your mouth flung open, and your eyes went wide as his thick cock abused your soft walls. Choked-out moans and gasps escaped your mouth. Junwon was staring down at the bulge that had formed in your lower belly. He smirked before tightening his grip on you, fucking into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back, and tears started spilling.

He was getting turned on more and more as you continued crying. His other hand gave your clit a small slap, causing you to jerk and wince at the pain. His hot spit landed on your throbbing bud, using it as a lubricant to flick your clit. Your legs were twitching as he continued to squeeze and tug on your bud. “Junwon! Gentle…! Please…” you whined out. He slapped your tit in response. “Shut the fuck up. You dont get to say anything after all you did. You wanna be a cock-hungry slut? I will make you one.” You shook her head before you felt a gush of white spill out of you. Junwon groaned as he felt your arousal coat his dick and drip down. He started fucking into you harder, determined to pull out at least three more orgasms out of you. “Thats right.. cum for me.. so good..” You were moaning mess as he kept pounding into you. “J-jun.. fuck! Too much.. k-keep.. going!” Junwon smirked as you babbled those words. “yeah? You like my cock buried inside your sweet little pussy don't you sweetheart? Gosh your pussy is sucking me in so good .. What did ya say earlier? You hated me? You wanted me dead?” He chuckled darkly. “Your cunt says otherwise.” A stupid smirk plastered on his face. You felt yourself getting closer to your high.

Junwon noticed how your head was thrown back, your eyes shut, and your breath was faltering. He knew you were close. He increased his speed. Sounds of wet skin slapped echoed through the walls. You gasped out loud when you felt yourself come undone. Squirting all over his abdomen. Junwon kept rutting into you as he helped you ride your orgasm. “Oh god…” he moaned as clear liquid kept gushing out of you. His thrusts got sloppier as he kept pounding into you. Your pussy was spasming around him, your arousal was still flowing out. 

“F-fuck!..” he let out a loud moan as his seeds filled you up. You were unconsciously clenching around him, milking him. His bit down his lips and his eyes were squeezed shut as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of you. He sat back on the coffee table with heavy breaths as he stared at your splayed-out body, covered in sweat, bruises from his grasp, and his milky white cum dripping out of your abused hole with a smug smirk.

A/N: thank you for readingggg <3 yoongi fic might drop soon so 😋💅

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

plot shit for an au i cant stop thinking about but will never write

who here has played the outer worlds no one just me great well anyways bj: captain of the unreliable, the biggest fucking mess of a moron to ever travel halcyon. frozen hope colonist, no one is sure if dethawing scrambled his brains or if he was always like that. claims he was awake in cryostasis the entire 70 year trip but everyone assumes he must be fucking joking because that would drive a man mad! he is not joking. he is something of a mad scientist, with a pretty callous disregard for life. general choice patterns are chaotic neutral, only does what he wants and doenst like being told what to do, consequently very anti the board but mostly because he finds them personally irritating not because he cares about the literal murders and injustices. gains a pair of insect like pincers and a fucked up mouth by injecting himself with mantiqueen blood, also roughed up his throat. he is the weirdest goddamn person most people are ever going to meet lydia: rich byzantium girl who after the death of her mother dreams of leaving her guilded cage and exploring the system outside of the city walls. watches the ships coming in and out of the docking bay all day, she spots a cobbled together mess coming out of a cobbled together mess and decides he's her ticket out of there. when she sneaks abord the unrelible she's about disintegrated by ada. beej thinks she's funny so he lets her come with them when they leave. the crew have very, very mixed feelings about this. ellie sees herself in lydia and it scares the hell out of her, max and nyoka are like, semi sensible people and think a 15 year old child should be home safe, not prancing around being spacers, and parvatti and felix are both releaved to not be the youngest greenest people abord anymore. SAM feels that lydia is the cleanest human he's seen in ages so he clearly adores her. i dunno where im going with this but it's space pirate adventures, u guys

[xxangelfarrlzxx]

I was bored when i wrote this but this is also inspired by my other friend named Xavier who gave me this recommendation :) (ily btw/p)

THIS IS BxB. I will re-write this as BxG, BxN. If you are a fem, its okay, you can read this as a G!P if you don’t mind/ignore the “he/him” pronouns on y/n 😭 enjoy!

WARNING(s): smut, bdsm, bj, just my writing in general 😭💀

“Ugh…” I groaned. I was INSANELY bored out of my mind, but also depressed because I was reading one of my fav books but it ended at a cliffhanger. I was very upset about it until I heard a knock at my door, leaving me forgetting my own thoughts.

I get out of my bed and walk over to my door, seeing Damiano standing at my door, holding a bag and an un-protected/un-wrapped box. “Hey Dam..what’s that?” I asked him, looking at the bag and the box. “I got this for you, handsome.” He replied back to me in a flirtatious manner. “Oh..okay.” I say blandly. “What’s the matter baby? You look and sound annoyed and upset about something.” He said softly, lifting up my chin with his thumb. “I was reading a book and it didn’t end how I’d expected to be. It was left at a cliffhanger.” I told him, backing up a little so he can enter my room. He sat down on my bed comfortably and I sat down next to him. “Ah, okay. Mind telling me what it was about, bambino?” I blushed a bit when he started speaking little Italian. “Well it was a steamy book.” I reply to him. “Steamy? You mean Sesso?” He replied back. “Um..yes.” I answered him. “Hmm..why don’t I make it a reality to make you feel better?” I get flustered at the sudden remark. “Alright..maybe that’ll take my mind off of it, I suppose.” I say.

-TIMESKIP CUZ IM LAZY AF AND FORGOT ALL ABOUT WRITING THIS SHIT..LIKE SERIOUSLY I LEFT THIS SHIT IN MY DRAFTS FOR FUCKING MONTHS 😭😭😭 AND I ACCIDENTALLY SWITCHED POVS SO THAT WAS 1ST PERSON AND THIS IS 3RD PERSON-

“D-DADDY!~” You moaned out loudly. Damiano currently had you bent over on your bed, fucking and pounding the life out of you. You couldn’t help but to moan every pump. Your ass was red as hell from the belt spankings, your hands were tied in a pretty pastel ribbon, you’re legs were tied with a rope, and you both were sweaty as hell. Dami was still pounding you, having your thoughts go wild. “You like how Daddy feels inside of you, hm?”. You nodded, as all your abnormal moaning, you couldn’t barley even speak other than screaming, crying, begging, and pleading out for your life. You we’re almost sure the neighbors could hear you guys. “More, yeah?” He teasingly asked you. “Y-Yes!~” You muffled a little bit into the pillow. He went deeper and harder inside of, causing louder moans coming from you. Dami was moaning as well, but not as loud as we you were. He grinned, seeing the sight of his handsome prince in front of him bent over. “Who do you belong to, baby boy?~” He purred out. “You, Dadd-Y-AAHHH~” You cried out. He had whipped you again. “Not loud enough, pretty boy. Again.” He asked you slyly and in his whore voice. “Y-YOU DADDY~” You nearly screamed out. He smiled before you started to speak. “I-I feel it…” you moaned out. “Hm? Fel what~” He teasingly asked. You knew not to try to play games with him, as you were in desperate need to cum. “I..I need to cum..” “Need?” He asked you once more before whipping you again. “I want to cum please, daddy!~” You replied to him. You couldn’t bare it anymore. He’s been edging you for…about a good 30 minutes, but allowed himself to cum a few times. “Hmm…fine, sweet boy~” He moved faster and deeper into you. You screamed out once you finally got to cum. You already knew what was next, but realized you couldn’t move. “Awh, poor boy can’t get up and move? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” He pulled himself out before gently moving your body, your head facing him and his now wet dick. You looked up at him with just your eyes but before opening your shaky mouth so he could dick your throat down. You gave him his desired bj as he moaned out. He almost moaned as loud as you before he started thrusting against you. Thankfully, because of him, you didn’t have any sorta gag reflex. “Good boy, taking and handling like a pro.” You smile against his dick before going faster. You heard him moan out before letting some of his cum shoot inside your mouth. You swallowed it nonetheless and carried on. A few minutes pass before his moan become more whoreish. Before you could realize what was about to happen, he came inside your mouth more harder this time, and you swallowed it up almost instantly. You backed away a little bit while you both were breathing heavy.

He untied you on both the legs and hands and gave you soft kiss on the lips. He gently laid you both down for a bit before speaking softly into your ear. “Let’s go take a shower?” He asked before nipping on your ear. “Lets.” You say while getting up along with him to the bathroom, and you both shower together

THE FAKANG END

[samaraxmorgan]

FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE TO YAPP OR ELSE IMMA EXPLODE LIKE THE LEGO PEOPLE DO!!

OK SO FOR IDEA 1 THIS BACK TRACKS TO WHAT YOU SAID IN YOUR LAST ASK WHERE SUKUNA WOULD LET IT SLIP HE LOVES YOU IN AN ARGUMENT AND I WAS JUST THINKING LIKE, WE'RE ABOUT TO WALK AWAY BUT SUKUNA GENTLY GRABS OUR WRIST AND STARTS TO POUR HIS HEART OUT TO US AND STUFF AND WE JUST SOFTEN AND LET HIM, AND WHEN HE'S DONE, WE HOLD HIS TEAR STAINED FACE OR SOMETHING AND GIVE HIM SMOOCH.

IDEA 2 WE ARE HOME ALONE AND WE ARE FEEDING BRAT JR. (I would never forget such a wonderful fish) AND WE ARE JUST RANTING ABOUT SUKUNA TO THE FISH AND LIKE MID RANT ABOUT HOW HIM SUKUNA OPENS THE DOOR AND SCARES YOU BUT LIKE.. OK IM NOT SURE WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THAT ONE

AND THE LAST ONE I MUST YAPP ABOUT IS FROM SUKUNA'S POV AND HE'S LIKE WRITING A SONG AND HE'S HAVING A HARD TIME GETTING INSPORATION BECAUSE HE KEEPS THINKING ABOUT US SO HE JUST WRITES A SONG ABOUT US AND HOW HE FEELS AND WHEN HE SHOWS IT TO HIS BAND THEY ALL LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE 'Wtf??' BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T TAKE HIM TO BE THAT TYPA GUY YOU KNOW, AND END.

sorry for such a long yapping session I just had to share, because I like your writing and I like this series

Ps. I miss Brat Jr.

HELLO AGAIN!!!! Two messages in one day I’m so honored AAAAA 💜💜💜

OOOOHHH I LOVE THAT!! Like there’s an established relationship and maybe we started arguing because we tell him that we love him every day but he REFUSES to say it back. Maybe in the beginning we were able to understand that he wasn’t ready yet, but as month after month passes we start to question how much he REALLY cares for the relationship. It silently eats away at us for months and then one day he does something selfish (maybe forgets our anniversary?) and we just completely snap, telling him that we can’t take it anymore and we’re gonna leave. At that point Sukuna finally tells us what we’ve been wanting to hear, and maybe explains why he’s been so reluctant to say that he loves us!! I like the idea that maybe he has distant attachment disorder and he’s been scared that if he tells us he loves us that he’ll end up self sabotaging, feeling like if things are going too well that something bad is bound to happen because “someone like him” doesn’t deserve to be happy :(

OH MY GOD YES RANTING TO BRAT JR ASKAMAMA!!! We ALWAYS hear Sukuna’s motorcycle pulling up to the apartment but one day he’s decides to just walk instead, and when he comes home he’s got the door propped open just enough to hear us inside telling our fish about how “your father has been getting on my nerves BJ you know what he said to me today? Oh my GOD let me tell you-“ And Sukuna is trying SO HARD not to lose his shit laughing because no WAY you’re gossiping to a fish!!!

Him writing a song about us 🥺 THE WAY MY HEART WOULD LITERALLY MELT!!!! Imagine that we end up hearing the song and he SWEARS up and down that one of his band mates wrote it and that he “would never say that sappy shit” but one day we find the lyrics written down in the apartment!!!! Now THATS an unintentional love confession right there oh my GODDDD!!!

I adore your yapping sessions ASAMAMAM YOU DONT NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!!!

P.S. I am desperately trying to come up with a way to have a Brat Junior mention in the future while still having all the parts be able to stand alone, I LOVE THAT FISH!!!

[thealogie]

one of your recent mash converts here to possibly give a respite from DT related asks (though those are fun too). im on season 10, which at first was not hitting quite the same. BUT THEN i got to the hawkeye’s will episode and that just…why did charles insinuate that bj got all prettified FOR hawkeye? why did hawkeye struggle SO MUCH with what to write for bj? why put all of these little moments in? ????? something dastardly was in that ep

aside from that specific episode, i’m glad i’m watching mash because it introduced me to my new best friend hawkeye and my other best friends klinger, margaret, bj, et al :) i also love bj bc he is so crazy and his mind is twisted into a pretzel of trying to be a white picket fence 50s het husband-father and he’ll make himself have a breakdown about the gutters but it’s really about himself and then he takes it out on himself and hawkeye (i wonder why)

also also i am vaguely aware of a time loop theory and i honestly think it is valid 🙏🏻

I’m only on this site to hear from people I’ve converted to mash. YES I KNOW THE WILL EPISODE IS OFF THE CHARTS. Perhaps the most episode of all time. Literally why did he say “to my best friend bj….bj…” and then leave fun trinkets to all his other friends and then agonize the whole episode about what to leave bj and then leave him the most poetic gift ever? Also why did bj recognize hawkeye by his stitches alone? They don’t make tv like this anymore

[mashed4077]

🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!! 

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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[lucymarion]

i love you and i (wont) wait

i went swimming with my friends kagabi at like 7pm to 4am. it was nice, tubigan was... small. i have this perception ng tubigan na malaki kasi the last time I was there i was still small. pagbalik ko kahapon i was shocked na maliit lang pala hahahaha

the real reason im writing this is because of sherlock. i think im suffering from another friendship break up. i think we're outgrowing each other. and it sucks so bad kasi i go through my fyp on tiktok and i see his reposts and it reminds me of the sherlock i loved. his humor was still there and all the things i adored pero it's like getting overshadowed by something else i cant digest. and i feel so bad right now because i just took him off of my close friends list.

turns out i was lying here

i arrived sa tubigan ng mga 6pm to reserve a cottage tapos by 7pm nasa loob na ko. i was messaging all of them to come na and I was patiently waiting tapos he messaged sa gc na he was going to be late. ok lang hanggang 4am naman kami dun. come 7:30 apat na kami dun meron paring 5 expected guests na kulang. ok sure. dumating na yung tatlo. i messaged sa gc na if susunod kayo then diretso nalang sa cottage edi swimming na kami. after ilang minutes balik kami cottage to check if papunta na sila. no replies. i messaged yung isang guest if pupunta mo ba sila ni sherlock he said hindi daw siya tutuloy, inupdate niya din daw si sherlock abt that. i was pissed kasi ???? 1) bakit hindi manlang naginform si sherlock about dun 2) the fee for the cottage was split for 9 people. pero ok lang kasi like this person so i wished him well nalang. moments later sherlock informed the gc that he was drunk and he wouldn't be joining anytime soon. it was weird as fuck dahil una he literally said sa gc na he cancelled plans for this swimming and pangalawa kumpleto kami. pero ok sige. i really dont want to ruin my vibe kasi i was really having a great time so sige. until mga madaling araw we were talking na sa may gilid ng pool and we were discussing shit about sherlock and it turns most of us felt weird na about him about how he changed and about how he treats and views his friends. i really felt sick to my stomach and my throat was closing up kasi winsiwjjsjsn this wasnt the friend i had in dati??? hindi ito yung kausap ko sa gmeet years ago????? hindi din to yung naging kaibigan ko nung grade 7.

grabe how time can drastically change a person. i dont even know that person anymore. i looked through his socmed accounts and i was shocked to realized na nothing's really connecting us anymore. i could just sever everything now. unfriend him soft block him on ig and twitter. take him off my dumps and my close friend lists. i could block him on tiktok. i could restrict him on Facebook and messenger and never contact him again. i could pick the galas i would participate to and never see him again. i could do it. it wouldn't matter anymore kasi we're not friends anymore. i dont want to be friends with him anymore.

anybody could be reading this and think ay nalate lang sa gala f.o. na GIRL hindi this has been accumulating for months na and this is probably my last straw. ayoko na umasa na maybe in this gala i would see the friend i know again. na maybe if i talk more sa gc the boy i loved in the gmeets the gc did in 2021 would resurface. na maybe he'd add me on that fucking frens highlight sa ig niya which was a huge blow to me btw kasi i was there dati pero ngayon for no reason wala na ako (just checked while typing this wala talaga ako ANYWHERE.) waiting is futile. hes not here anymore

rest in peace to us bj (he doesnt even want to be called like this anymore LOLOLOLOLOL) 2017-2024

it was nice to be ur friend. i love you forever

[youngpettyqueen]

this is one of my favourite things ive ever been asked to do thank you

[cracks my knuckles] Hunnicutts Time

for some context: BJ and Peg are a married couple with an infant daughter, Erin

from very early on in BJ's run, its established that him and Peg write each other constantly. there are multiple instances where other characters receive 1 - 2 letters from home, while BJ receives 3 - 4 from Peg. she'll also write him on behalf of Erin, and even one time on behalf of their dog, Waggles. BJ also writes her a lot of letters, often seen writing them to her, and there's even an episode centred around him writing her a letter- "Dear Peg" (there are multiple episodes like this for most of the main cast throughout the series, Hawkeye has 3 of them for writing to his dad, but that's a tangent for another time cause ill go insane over Hawkeye and his dad)

as the series progresses, however, and BJ's character development starts to really kick off, these letters oftentimes go from a source of comfort to a source of anger. BJ's character development is fascinating to me, because he develops a lot of traits for the worse. he becomes progressively angrier and angrier, and it leads to him becoming meaner and more prone to lashing out easier. episodes centred around BJ lashing out in the later seasons are almost always entirely revolved around letters from Peg, usually set off by her bringing up some sort of mundane problem she's having at home

these things are mostly mundane. one time she had to clean out the gutters. another time, the kitchen flooded. one time a neighbour made a pass at her, and she thought it was funny. these are things BJ would've helped her with, or done for her, or laughed about with her, had he been home. but with him out in Korea and unable to help her, these instead just feed into that anger he's been steadily falling into, and he ends up spiralling

there's one instance where a letter really sends him off the deep end. Period of Adjustment, after Radar goes home and is met at the airport by Peg and Erin, Peg sends a letter to let everyone know Radar arrived safely. in the letter, she describes how Erin saw Radar and called him "daddy". this sends BJ into a spiral unlike anything we've seen of him before, and nothing like it ever happens again. he gets blackout drunk, hits the lowest point of despair and anger, and when Hawkeye tries to talk him down he lashes out at him, destroys the still in their tent, then decks Hawkeye so hard he sends him flying before he storms off to get more alcohol. when they find him in Colonel Potter's office after he's broken into his alcohol cabinet and raided it, he ends up breaking down in sobs while Hawkeye comforts him. his daughter called somebody else "daddy", he's missed her lifetime, her first milestones, its gut wrenching

do I blame Peg for telling him? no, absolutely not. she was probably thinking it was a sweet, silly moment he would laugh about. and thats where I just feel so sad for her, because she has absolutely no idea what the war is doing to BJ. the fact that she tells him this story tells me this is something he would've laughed about once upon a time. but that version of BJ doesnt exist anymore, and she has no idea. its tragic

she tells him about the mundane little things she has to fix, the gutters, the kitchen, because she fills pages and multiple letters with every little detail to send him. she's keeping him as involved with home as she possibly can. she's documenting Erin's lifetime for him, she's documenting her day to day life, she's giving him a slice of home because she knows he misses home and she wants to give as much of it to him as she can. and she has no idea that this has steadily gone from a source of comfort to a source of agony. BJ says himself that before the war, she could hardly get him involved with housework because it wasn't exciting (he's a man in the 1950s and it REALLY shows sometimes but im not going on that rant rn), but he also says now he cant wait to be home and do housework. now all he wants to do is fix the gutters. fix the kitchen. wash the dishes. anything so long as he can be home with his family

BJ is a layered character with fascinating flaws we get to see develop over the course of the series. again, it fascinates me, because he gets worse. he gets angrier, meaner, harder and harder to talk to. sometimes you feel for him, sometimes you dont. with Peg, we unfortunately dont have this level of development, because she's back home and we only see her in pictures, videos, and in BJ's dream in Dreams. what we know of her comes from BJ, and from her letters. ive seen people say Peg tells him these things to rile him up somehow, and I think thats such a bad reading of what's actually going on. I think Peg tells him all of these things thinking he's going to laugh, and I think it's fucking tragic cause she has no idea that it does the opposite. im sure, on some level, she knows he'll be different when he comes back, but she has no idea just how much he's changed. how angry he's gotten, how easily he spirals, how easily he lashes out. these are all traits he develops during the show, all things she would have no way of knowing about. and its tragic!

again, this is handled better in some episodes than it is in others, but at the end of the day its still a very sad and very real thing to witness. BJ goes to war and it chews him up and spits him back out damaged and bleeding, and all the while Peg is at home writing to a version of her husband who no longer exists

there is something very sad about Peg just wanting to tell BJ about her day to day life, the mundane things in the house that need to be fixed and the funny things that happen to her, all things he would've enjoyed hearing about or would've handled with her if he'd been there, and having absolutely no idea what effect these letters actually have on him

[lesbianfreyja]

request: dennis sucking mac’s dick. that’s it. that’s the entire request

Dennis could joke all he wanted about Mac looking fat when he was fully clothed and they were surrounded by the rest of the gang at the bar, but it was a little harder to maintain that stance when sequestered in their own apartment.

The first time he saw Mac shirtless when they were alone was two days later. He was fresh back from the gym, dripping sweat, hair sticking limply to his forehead, and he pulled his shirt off as soon as he walked in the door - and it took everything Dennis had not to blurt out, “Can I lick your abs, bro?” and drop to his knees.

Instead he retreated to his room for the rest of the day and did not come out until well into the next morning.

The first time he got his wish (half-formed and most fully explored in dreams) was a week later. He only had to wait so long because he absolutely refused to be the one to break first, and it was a week before Mac seemed to catch on to what he wanted without being told.

He laughed against Mac’s mouth when he got pressed up against his bedroom door. (Technically their bedroom door, since Mac had never furnished his own room and they had been trading off on who slept on the couch since he’d gotten back.) His fingers curled and dug into Mac’s neck, scratching right below his hairline. Mac dug his knee in between Dennis’s legs and pressed up, and Dennis gasped against their connected mouths.

His hands slipped over the vast, firm planes of Mac’s back under his t-shirt. His shoulder muscles flexed, shifting pleasantly under his skin. In another second Dennis had the shirt ripped off completely, and Mac’s mouth was attached to the underside of his jaw.

“Fuck, Christ, dude,” he mumbled. His head tipped forward again so Mac’s lips slipped away from his skin, and Dennis looked down as his hands ran up and over his chest. His thumbs rubbed in little circles across Mac’s stomach, over his taut fucking abs, and he bent on impulse to lave his tongue across a high spot on one of his pecs. Mac just watched him look and touch and taste, breathing hard. “You’ve been working out.”

It wasn’t a question, but Mac still chuckled and breathed, “Yeah.”

Dennis watched his hands as they smoothed upward, his thumbs rubbing circles around his ribs, then the underside of his chest, and finally across both of his nipples. Mac arched forward with a little moan and pressed their mouths back together, fingers slipping on the buttons of his shirt before he got them undone and pulled it off his shoulders. Once they were free Dennis wound his arms around Mac’s neck and let Mac haul him backwards by the hips.

They stumbled to the bed. Dennis scratched sharp red lines across Mac’s tanned, smooth back with a sick little feeling of pleasure. That would last him days. That would chafe up against his rougher t-shirts and make him think about Dennis underneath him and around him, when he was just walking around the bar and the apartment and the street…

Dennis shoved Mac down by the shoulders - realistically, he knew that at some point in their lives he probably could have called it forcing, but definitely not anymore - and then slipped off his lap and climbed down onto the floor between his legs. Mac shivered and pushed himself up, staring down at him. From on his knees, Dennis stared back.

Then his hands were slipping over the buttons on Mac’s pants, pulled down the zip, and shoving all of it down his thighs. Mac kicked lightly in an apparent albeit fruitless attempt to be helpful; Dennis stripped them all the way off. He knew it wasn’t true, that nothing had actually changed, but his cock certainly looked bigger; maybe it had just been awhile, or maybe he had been falsely picturing it all those times he thought about it in the space since he had last seen Mac naked. There was all that time when he was fat that his dick looked – as Dee had laughed and accurately recounted to him once – like a button in a fur coat, and maybe that’s what he had been thinking about. But it wasn’t true.

Mac was – fuck it, Dennis thought, it’s not like it would unnecessarily fuel Mac’s ego as long as he only said it in his head. Mac was hung. Dennis let himself stare for several long seconds before he hefted himself back up as high as he could go on his knees and pulled Mac’s mouth back down to his.

He kissed him once, twice, and then his hands started to move where they had landed on Mac’s thighs. Mac shivered, legs spreading instinctively, and Dennis leaned down without thinking and pressed his lips to his inner thigh, high up near where his leg hit waist. Mac’s fingers smoothed through Dennis’s curls.

Mac asked, “Are you gonna –” And Dennis said, “Can I?”

When Mac didn’t immediately answer, Dennis’s breath caught in his throat and he hurried on. “I just mean, I want to – if you want me to because I’ve just been thinking about it the past couple days and I want you –”

Mac tugged – affectionately – on his hair and Dennis swallowed, then did it again, feeling his heart rate slow.

“Yeah,” he breathed, and his hands were moving again.

He rubbed the pad of his first two fingers over the stupid tattoo on his thigh, newly touched-up and darker than usual because of that. It looked small, smaller than Dennis remembered; or maybe that was just Mac’s thighs, bulked the fuck up until they were nearly the size of Dennis’s face. The shamrock was still stupid-looking and ugly, but that didn’t seem to matter to Dennis’s searching and petting fingers, running over and over it like they didn’t care at all about Dennis’s brain telling them to stop.

He realized his mouth was hanging slightly open and it was now dry. Clearing his throat, Dennis leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tattoo, then leaned up when Mac laughed and bit down hard the soft part of his stomach – or tried to, except now that bit of him was completely gone.

It was a confusing moment, his teeth slipping off his abs and closing on clean air. There were certain parts of Mac that never changed, no matter how much his weight and muscle mass fluctuated: the three tattoos on his arms and one on his thigh, the soft bit at the bottom of his torso where the hard muscle gave way to fleshy stomach, the way he smiled right before Dennis kissed him.

But now the bicep tattoos were fading, and his abs were hard and flat. But he still grinned when Dennis leaned up to kiss him, and his complaints still sounded the same when Dennis finally found something to bite down on in retribution. The dip below Mac’s v-line was the depth of fucking Marianas Trench, and when Dennis closed his teeth around it he felt like he could rip it clean out of his skin like a goddamn chicken bone.

“Fuck,” Mac said, hissing. The fingers in Dennis’s hair closed into a fist and pulled him roughly away. Dennis laughed, smirking up at him. Mac’s hips jerked up towards his face like he couldn’t help himself, and he growled out, “Dennis.”

Dennis rolled his eyes, pinching his leg.

“Can you be patient for half a second?” Dennis said, easy, sitting back on his heels. “I’m just admiring the artwork, bro.”

A low groan worked its way from the back of Mac’s throat. Before he stumbled his way to a coherent sentence, Dennis ducked his head down, wrapped one hand around the base of his dick, and darted his tongue out to lick over the head of his cock.

Mac choked, groaned, jerked his dick a little further into his mouth. Dennis sucked what he gave him down eagerly too, opening his mouth a little wider to let him in.

He quickly found the rhythm that Mac liked, a slow jerking of his hand around his base and a faster slide of his mouth around most of his length and the head. This wasn’t the first time that this had happened but it had been a very long while – it only took a couple of minutes of trying different combinations of speed and suction until he settled into their old rhythm. It was a well-worn pattern, sliding over him like a warm sweater.

Mac was good – mostly – keeping his hips still while Dennis worked him over. When it got a little harder to breathe, Dennis would pull off completely and focus on the head, using his hand on most of his cock until he was ready to go back down.

His free hand was sliding everywhere it would reach – mostly running up and down his thigh, swiping his thumb over the crease where it met his hip when he felt like hearing him gasp, felt like making his breathing stutter. Sometimes it crept up his bare chest, smoothing over his abs – still hard and flat, even when he was sitting down, which felt criminally unfair – and up his collar. When he reached up and cupped his cheek (his head was tipped back, mouth ajar, cheeks bright red), his thumb rubbed over Mac’s bottom lip. Mac tipped his head forward and looked down at him, stare hot and hungry, and sucked on the digit. Dennis kept their gazes locked for a long series of seconds before he went back down.

He relaxed his throat. Both of his hands were back on Mac’s thighs, fingers digging in deep as he took Mac in deeper by degrees. Mac was panting hard now, the tendons on his throat standing out in his concentration not to move or thrust up hard into Dennis’s mouth like he knew he wanted to. His stomach was trembling lightly, tautening and relaxing in his concentration in staying still.

His cock hit the back of Dennis’s throat. Dennis paused, focused on staying relaxed, and then he began to move again. He swallowed a few times around Mac and then pulled back, sliding his mouth up and down his shaft again, lips tight, fingers loose where they worked over what he wasn’t holding in his mouth.

He pulled off, pressing his lips to Mac’s inner thigh. He was half-kissing him, half-just breathing against his skin with his ajar mouth. He flicked his tongue out almost reflexively, leaning afterwards to nibble a bit on the flushed, sensitive skin. Above him, Mac squirmed and let out a breathy little, strained sound. Dennis’s hips inched forward and forward in his jeans, twitched and rocked back, struggled to stay still. Mac thrust his hips up, desperate and jerky, into the loose circle of Dennis’s fist.

With his free hand, Dennis pulled down the zip on his jeans and freed his own cock, reaching to grab hold of himself and start to stroke as he fit his mouth back over Mac’s.

“God, Christ,” Mac gritted out through his clenched teeth. His hands tightened in Dennis’s hair, and Dennis gave him a little license to grind forward into Dennis’s mouth. That much he could remember – Mac could, and would, be good if he was bid, but he always liked taking a little bit of control.

He was sighing out Dennis’s name. Dennis’s hand worked faster over himself, and Mac was rocking forward into his mouth with unrestrained little moans falling from his tongue. Dennis dug the nails of his free hand harder into Mac’s thigh, little crescents appearing on him right below where the line of his boxers would fall – it would be visible, Dennis thought wildly, jerking his own cock faster. He’d be able to see it himself any time he wanted. At least for the next day or so.

Soon Mac was moaning louder. His hips were stuttering, already losing some rhythm. Dennis redoubled his focus, hand falling away from between his own legs as he concentrated on Mac. His mouth was a warm, wet suction and his tongue flicked out to trace over the slit at the head of his cock, the sensitive area right underneath his head – and Mac twisted his hands hard in Dennis’s hair. Dennis had a split second to decide that he was going to swallow before Mac forced him down and came hard, rocking against his face and whining lowly as he rode out his release.

Dennis swallowed what he could and then pulled back, panting, when Mac’s hips were still and he relaxed the death-grip on his hair. He wiped stray drops of cum off his chin and then sat back on his heels. Mac was still breathing hard, slumped on the edge of their bed.

“C’mere,” he mumbled after a minute, his fingers scrabbling on Dennis’s arm, trying and failing to finger a solid grip on him.

Dennis rocked up to his feet and Mac reeled him in by the waist, bringing him down to straddle his lap for a second before he twisted Dennis around, flattening him out on the bed. They pulled his jeans the rest of the way off and then Mac was over him again, hand already pressing between Dennis’s legs before he even got his own back on Mac’s shoulders.

Mac was much faster to regain his muscle memory of this. In under a minute he had Dennis moaning and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against his throat, mind blank and white despite it just being a fucking handjob. But Mac’s hands were still big – sometimes it was fucking obscene, Dennis thought when he looked at them – and they were as swift and skilled as ever.

His own hands couldn’t stop roaming, pressing down on Mac’s hard stomach and waiting for it to give. It never did. It was like a completely foreign body under his touch, but then – he spread his palms out over Mac’s back, feeling the hard muscles there tense and shift and relax – and he found that he really couldn’t care any less. When he reached down to grab Mac’s ass hard, he found it just as tight and firm as the rest of his body.

Yeah, regardless of familiarity, this Mac was fucking nice to dig his nails into.

Dennis came with his teeth fitted around a visible tendon in Mac’s neck and his fingers digging into the considerable meat of his broad, freckle-dotted shoulders.

Some of it had to be sun damage, he thought dazedly as he came down, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. Mac wiped his hand off on the sheets and disappeared to find something to clean them up, covered as they both were in Dennis’s cum. There was just no way that he had that many freckles spotting him, and he was so tan. It wasn’t natural to be that pretty. Mac returned a moment later, and Dennis took the towel after he was done with it and wiped down too.

Mac sat back down on the bed. His hand appeared on Dennis’s thigh, undemanding and with absolutely no underlying motive. He rubbed his thumb against a pressure point, and Dennis shivered.

The first thing Mac said was, “Does that mean you don’t hate the new body?”

He paused for a moment, his train of thought derailed. Then he started laughing, still caught off guard. Mac was so ridiculous. Fucking unbelievable that he’d still need reassurance that Dennis thought he was hot, after all that.

Dennis was still laughing when he pressed his smile against the confused set of Mac’s mouth. He tugged Mac back into a proper kiss and pulled him back down to the bed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, wrapping one leg around Mac’s waist, feeling Mac’s hands slip over his ribs like he couldn’t help but touch. “Yeah, buddy, I like the new body.”

[whyareyouhere66]

Haikyuu Characters as Quotes From My Life

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Basically, this chapter is just some of the Haikyuu characters as quotes that me, my friends, and even some of my classmates have said. Yeah, it's simple as that. They don't really make sense *the quotes*, even with context so yeah lol.

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-*-* "Christian Grey may be 50 shades of fucked up- but I'm 50 shades of 'I'm gonna whoop your ass" -Kuroo

-*- *"I think I have a crush on Pennywise." -Tanaka

-*-* "If only men had brains and balls, at the same time." -Kiyoko

-*-* "No Im not gonna eat my cat, I'm not a cannibal." -Nishinoya

-*-* " I look like a warthog and have the personality of a she-devil." -Yamamoto

-*-* "See, I told you Megan, my boobs are getting bigger." -Asahi

-*-* "Do you have gum in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?....I think you're excited to see me." -Oikawa *to Iwaizumi, most likely*

-*-* "Tell me a good song- and we're not listening to the trolls soundtrack." -Ushijima *talking to Tendou*

-*-* "If I write my essay about Fortnite and global warming what will I get?" -Bokuto

-*-* "I once had a guy walk up to me at target and he was like 'wanna buy some ball wash?'" -Terushima

-*-* "Ryan Reynolds is hot." -Ennoshita

-*-* "Jeff Bezos would be a great drug dealer." -Kenma

-*-* "Ugh that's nasty....gonna give us fricking herpes..." -Akaashi

-*-* "HE HAD TWO GLIZZIES" -Bokuto

-*-* "It looks like pennywise could crawl out of that things butthole." -Hinata

-*-* "I just got winky faced by Kahoot." -Tsukishima

-*-* "I'm gonna get fax paper, and make cards that say "we give free bj's" and tape it on peoples doors." -Kuroo

-*-* "If I have to listen to another minute of JoJo Siwa I will lose my mind." -Daichi

-*-* "YOU CLOSED MY DUOLINGO TAB?!" -Nishinoya

-*-* "Can any orgasms so photosynthesis...?" -Kageyama

-*-* "My shoulder is no longer a virgin." -Yamaguchi

-*-* "Don't change, we hate you just the way you are." -Iwaizumi

-*-* "Mom can you leave so I can curse at my friends?" -Sugawara *talking to Ukai*

-*-* "We thought there was cum in the bathroom." -Tanaka

-*-* "I don't like purple, I like ducks" -Hinata

-*-* "The bible is not smut, bitch." -Kenma (I'm sorry if anyone finds this offensive-)

-*-* "Mort I cannot 'move it move it' anymore" -Yamomoto

-*-* "They kill pears- that's why it's so sad. But pineapples stay alive, pears just- die!!" -Bokuto

-*-* "Not gonna lie man but your toes are...dry." -Tanaka

-*-* "That's like going up to a police officer holding up a bag and going, "hey can you step outside for a minute, go down and get some coffee, I should be done in about 15 minutes?" -Kindaichi

-*-* "I swear to god I will turn this- this navy blue van around!!" -Daichi/Ukai

-*-* "Nah he's got little-man-itis." Tsukishima *talking about Hinata, ofc*

-*-* "Don't we have a leader in the real world?" *Bokuto, continue to next quote *

-*-* "Yeah we've got Michael Jackson." -Kuroo *that one was a 2-parter haha*

-*-* "YOU'LL BELIEVE GOD IS A WOMENNNN- is that vodka??" -Nishinoya

-*-* "It's probably like, burnt fire or something." -Oikawa

-*-* "Why do you not like shirtless men." -Tanaka

-*-* "I'm gonna start a petition to make Boston a continent....or maybe New Jersey." -Hinata

-*-* "We've known eachother since the 1800's- we went to Travis Scott concerts with George Washington." -Tanaka *talking abt Yamamoto*

-*-* "Dame cabeza" -Tanaka

-*-* "No one likes Jacobs, Jacobs are ugly and raspy." -Tsukishima

:D

K great, so anyways-

Idk that's all I got rn, y'all got a free glimpse of my strange friends and even stranger school. Hope you enjoyed and adios

edit: holy shit this blew up a lot faster than I expected- thanks so much y’all

[hoodoo12]

yknow how when you eat a sucker it leaves that cherry or apple flavored film on your lips? what if one day you were eating one while beej was there and the two of you were like watching a movie or something and you were already kinda sorta teasing him with the way you were eating it and after you drag it across your lips one last time he finally kisses you and he acts all surprised and is kind of taken aback with how you taste and then oh BOY and then he takes it from you and starts dragging it all over your body—stomach, neck, nipples, thighs—as he licks it for… added flavor. “it’s you, but new limited edition cherry/grape/strawberry flavor” OR “if your tongue circles that sucker one more time, i’ll fuck your face till you can’t talk anymore” HEGHDHD URGH WHY AM I LIKE THIS

or beej x food kink in general. maybe he blindfolds her and drips chocolate down her stomach before licking it up and she’s like bruh wtf is that and so he puts some on his hands and sticks his fingers in her mouth MY GOD

OR OR

you and him are eating like brownie bites or some shit and you both go for the last one at the same time and you’re like “oh no u have it （＾ν＾）” but beej, mr “any act of kindness gives me a raging boner” puts it in his mouth and bites it in half so he can give you the other half while he kisses you I DONT KNOW IF THAT MAKES SENSE and he’d say some smug shit like “bet i taste better than that brownie, huh?” or “the brownies are gone, but there’s plenty of me left” OR “you should buy more bite sized foods so i can eat almost all of it and then do that again” OR OR OR “a little bit of me, a little bit of chocolate—your favorite” UGHHHH THIS MAN

or some aggravating shit like “if you like that, next time i’ll spit in the brownie batter” which isn’t even hot that’s just gross but it’s such a bj thing to say

maybe you’re making cake together and he like boops your nose with the batter on his finger all cute and been like and you take his hand and suck it off whoops oopsie daisy you got bj going lets hope the oven doesn’t burn the house down in the meantime

and maybe he licks frosting off of you…

FLAVOREDCONDOMSANDLUBE

he fingers you with a green apple flavored lube and makes you lick it off his fingers UM

IM SORRY MY BRAIN IS LIKE THIS

all nsfw scenarios, of course

im sorry this is so long and i’ve already made another request on top of this one lolol i just love ur writing so much and i love beej lmao

Oh, you think I haven't written Beetlejuice + food + reader/OC before?!

I've got a 6000+ word scene edited and ready to go. Full disclosure, it was written a year ago as part of a lengthy ongoing rp and includes lots of naughty elements . . .

[ac3id]

bully anon 🚶. are u reading my mind? 👁️👄👁️ im literally writing a yandere!bully! bakugo x reader thing where he shares his darling w his crazy classmates 💅 also bakumomo 🤤

bnha: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x momo yaoyorozu

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, noncon touching, bj. bakugo n momo be meanies :'), fem reader

momo has a kick for seeing u suffer, she just loves when ur eyes get glossy & a  sacred, hopeless expression masks ur face. she gets such a power trip from it that even the slightest bit of guiltiness she feels from bullying u disappears.

but she knows she cant make u cry the way she wants u too. u r not that scared of her. too u, she is just another rich girl picking on u because it boosts their ego. u honestly couldnt care less about those types anymore. so she knows u wont submit to her so easily and thats when she goes to bakugo for help.

the both of them have great respect for eachother, he knows how extraordinary she is and vice versa but when momo asks him, “what do u think of her,” signalling to u, hes a little confused. hes always thought of u as the pathetic type, u did not hold much respect in his heart or mind. hed often forget about ur existence even but one thing he had wouldnt admit, ever was that he also found u hot. very attractive. sometimes, late at night he wud pump his cock to the thought of u. the way u stretched during warm ups, ur beautiful curves. the way ur perfect, little ass bent and jiggled during exercises. he dreamed of going up to u & grabbing a handful. the way ur tits bounced when u ran, everything clouded his mind during late nights when he tried to release pent up stress.

so when momo asked him the question he gave the most honest answer, “just another extra, too me,” momo seemed satisfied w his answer, “so, u dont care about her?” she asks & bakugo agrees. “well she pisses me off.”

the spite momo held in her tone made it hard to believe it was actually her speaking. she asks bakugo for his help. she promises him that he can do whatever he wants with u, whatever. he had said he didnt care about u, it should be easy for him to bully u. he agrees besides, who could say no to momo.

it starts of with usual teasing, hes calling u names, deeming u worthless & laughing when he sees u tear up from his harsh words. he feels amazing, like he is on top of the world. he bullies u pathetically, calling u out on ur insecurities & turning it into a laughing stock for others. while everyone is laughing at ur weak state, fortunately for u someone comes to ur rescue– momo stands up against bakugo acting as she is actually disgusted by his actions, acting as if she wasnt snickering along w the others.

she defends u but what she says just makes u cry even louder. she never outright denies his insults. he calls u a worthless, piece of shit with no real importance to the world. from momo, its never ‘dont listen to him, u are an amazing person y/n!’ but its always ‘bakugo–san, dont pick on others for things they cant change about themselves.” she also thinks u are worthless? guess so? everyone just laughs louder, they know what she is doing & so do u. u know u cant take this anymore, the humiliation brings tears to ur eyes and u can feel the dam break slowly.

u run to the bathroom not sparing a glance behind. u lock urself up in one of the stalls, crying ur pain away. not after long, a loud thud bangs against the door w a crude voice following the tune, “oi, i know ure in there!” bakugo screams, his repeated banging on the door never stopping, “open up!” he continues but u dont listen to him instead putting ur hands over ur ears, trying to block out the sound of his loud cries.

u keep at it for as long as bakugo stands outside the door until u hear an explosion go off & the next thing is he looking down at u ferociously. his glowing, red eyes gleam a powerful hatred making u tremble over the toilet seat. he pulls ur face up by ur hair before slapping u across the face. ur face stings when his hand connect to ur cheek, ur head falling to the opposite direction, ur breath uneven as tears pools down ur eyes.

“oi,” he tugs on ur hair again, ur scalp burning as he tugs on ur weak roots, “u think u can just run away?” u strain ur eyes, trying to look up at him through ur watery vision. “useless bitch,” his stare is intense. his vermilion eyes scan ur tear stained face and he feels himself get excited. the way u are seated would make u face his crotch if it werent for him holding u up by ur hair, “u are pathetic, u know?” he says it like its a question but u very well know hes serious. u only sob harder at his words, fat, salty tears rolling down ur cheeks, u pray to urself that he leaves u alone.

unfortunately for u, the whole scene just excites bakugo even further. he feels his jeans tighten as he starts to imagine u sucking him off. it was just like one of his fantasies only difference; u were here in real flesh & blood withering under him. he drops ur head & u quickly turn ur gaze to the floor, peering down at ur shoes. ur face drops as u hear bakugo unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper, u keep ur gaze focused to the floor not daring to look up.

what was he going to do? pee on u?

only when he calls out ur name u by mistakenly peep up. the sight u see is scandalous, he pumps his semi-hard cock in his fist slowly as he watches ur every move. ur eyes widen in terror when u hear him talk, “put it in ur mouth, bitch.” his order is absolute yet u dont listen to him. there was no way u were actually going to suck his dick, ur eyes fall back down on the floor as u drop ur head down, “no.” u whisper, ur voice timid. bakugo frowns, what makes u think u have a say in this.

“what do u mean no?” he asks voice on edge, “i-its rape.” ur answer comes out in a weak, broken cry which makes bakugo scoff, “how? im not even touching u.” u try to reason but bakugo is having none of it. growing impatient, he grabs ur head and pushes his cock into ur mouth, completely ignoring ur cries. “bite me and i will blow ur face off” its not an empty threat so u obey. it wasnt like u would be able to win against him anyway.

“suck on it, whore. im litreally asking u to do one single thing but u cant even do that?” bakugo is crude with his words, never missing any opportunity to talk u down. u start sucking on his cock, ur head bobbing & tongue swirling around his tip. he hisses in pleasure, this was so much better than his imagination.

“look at u go, guess the rumours are true afterall.” he laughs. u can feel him coming closer. his cock twitches in ur mouth as he bites his lips roughly, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. his cock hits the back of ur throat before he cums in ir mouth. hot, salty liquid shooting down ur throat making u feel nauseous. “guess sucking dick is the only thing u are good at,” he remarks letting go of ur face. and pulling his pants on. embarrassed, u turn ur face away from him sobbing softly as u wait for him to leave but he never does. instead he watches u cry.

“what are u doing?” another voice breaks in. momo stands outside the bathroom stall knocking on the wooden door. ur head turns to face bakugo in a flash as he goes unlock the door. u grab on his arm, pleading him to not open the door. u didnt want momo to see u in this state. bakugo stares at u before throwing a chasire grin as he opens the door.

more tears fall from ur eyes as u see momo waiting out, concern written all over her face. her fear only increases when she looks over ur broken form. “what happened in here?” she turns to bakugo but recieves no answer, “he raped me!” u scream & momo’s eyes widen. she turns to bakugo, giving him a genuine glare. she approaches u slowly, her hands rest on ur shoulder as she pushes ur face into her boobs while she rubs ur back with soothing circles. “what did he do?” u find it strange how bakugo hadnt left yet, he was technically exposed. what good could it do him? watching the girl whos mouth he just violated get pampered. u tell her about he shoved his dick down ur throat forcefully. u were not sure why she was being all nice to all of a sudden but it was comforting. u keep hugging momo as u cry about bakugo. he just clicks his tongue before getting to leave but momos suggestion holds him back, “why just her mouth?” momo pulls away from ur embrace, her hands now falling behind ur back as she captures ur wrists and bounds the away with ropes she had created. ur wrists adjust uncomfortably behind u. next, her hands reach out between ur legs, forcing them open.

“momo, what are u doing?” the false sense of security is gone as she flips over ur skirt displaying ur light pink panties to bakugo. u squirm around trying to get free of the ropes but its impossible. “didnt i tell u that u can do whatever u want w her?” ur face pales as she starts talking. “shes a virgin, u will have fun. im planning on recording it.” her nimble fingers play with ur clit over the fabric making u wet. “besides, look at her. dont tell me she doesnt want this.” her fingers vanish behind ur panties as she plays with ur holes, ur arousal sticking to her fingers deliciously.

bakugo looks at scene displayed before him and feels himself raging a hard–on again. he takes a good look at ur crying face wrecking u and filling u with his cum till the brim while momo records everything.

[bootlickerhawks]

Twice/Hawks Anon: So if the spoiler summary for MHA ch. 292 is accurate, then I have concerns...

I thought I had finally divorced myself from BNHA and couldn’t be emotionally moved by it anymore but hoo boy did Horikoshi prove me wrong... I am PISSED. 

I apologize I’m about to rant under the cut. This is basically going to be a “live” reaction to the leaks. Spoiler warning my opinion of this chapter is really negative.  

So chapter starts off w/ BJ expressing distaste for Dabi talking about his trauma and relating it to Hero society... 

The leaks dont mention BJ reacting to the fact that E slut is an abuser so that’s going to be a big Yikes from me. Way to completely miss the point of what Dabi was saying Jeanist 🙄 

Dabi is shocked that BJ is alive and that the dead body was supposed to be a real body. And here is where shit gets weird cuz it turns out that the fake corpse was made of JEANS!!! that’s right! Hawks showed Dabi a fucking jorpse and got away with it!! 🙃🙃🙃

Nejire gets burned cuz Shigaraki force activates Dabi’s quirk???? brooo wtfffff dont do that to Dabi!! 😭 

Also how much do yall wanna bet that Nejire is gonna be handicapped and wont be able to be a hero anymore 🙃 cuz god forbid the Cute Innocent girls in this manga actually do anything useful

I’m gonna wait for a better translation before commenting on Dabi’s and Shouto’s comments abt their family. But if it’s tru that Dabi says that he doesn’t care about Natsu anymore and that he’s happy to kill Shouto then I think we need to take into consideration that Dabi is in a really emotionally vulnerable state rn and is probably lying to himself to make things easier. 

But thats just my opinion and im not the best person to talk abt Dabi meta w/ 😅

And finally we reach the Best part of this chapter! /s 

Mirio’s miraculous return!!!! I already kinda talked abt this on my other post but jfc this was such an asspull. 

Idk wtf Hori was thinking but it really feels like he’s trying to wrap up this arc asap (or he was trying to imitate avengers endgame??? who knows).  

Overall this chapter is a mess. Idk how Hori managed to shove in sm bad writing in a single chapter but Hori always manages to find a way to subvert my expectations!!  🙃

I firmly believe that this is the worst chapter of bnha to date. I haven’t felt this frustrated by Hori’s writing since the shitty Todo dinner arc.  

[fluffyblaire]

*shakes Hawks back and forth* YOU IDIOT- YOU SCREWED OVER HERO SOCIETYYY :0 oh my god, so I was just on the fence about this, but check out chapter 227, not questioning this anymore. The PLF might actually get that 'tragic lead narrative' they were pushing for before. Toga wasn't a good fit, but hey what about Twice? You can't deny that his determination, even if it was to aid the villain side, is a heroic quality. The villains now have a way to paint their own heart-string pulling story.

(Cont.) I assumed previously that perhaps Skeptic would be there for the purpose of giving Dabi a platform for exposing things, but nah. Because Skeptic also knows about Hawks and Twice and with Dabi's 10/10 dramatic storytelling ability (he was on FIRE during the training camp, cool lines bro, ever thought of writing or acting as a career or did Fuyumi's love of TV dramas rub off on you?) they could spin a shockingly effective narrative for the media.

(+) uh just remembered, IM GOING TO SCREAM HAHA I SAID SKEPTIC KNEW ABOUT IT BUT FREAKING HELL THEY HAVE ACTUAL FOOTAGE FROM THE CAMERAS ON HAWKS' WINGS AND MICROPHONES!!! Haha and here I was all 'lmao look at Hori making Hawks even cooler for doing all that while monitorered' haha no, he had another plan for this. Soooo, whose the villain talking about flying free and got back stabbed by the no.2???? Aha, they can erase context freely. Jeanist being alive is more important than ever.

Oh my! Nonnie, thanks for writing all this and sharing with me. Arggh! You’re so enthusiastic about this theory, and I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I see things differently. 😅😅

I was never on board with the “spinning a narrative for the media”/ “expose hero society on TV” theory because who would believe the villains? The LoV especially has no credibility; the public only knows them as a bunch of crazy murderers and terrorists. I think the only reason Tokoyami believed Dabi about Twice’s death was because Hawks didn’t deny it. And even still, Tokoyami will wait to hear Hawks’ side of the narrative when he wakes up because the reality is Tokoyami trusts Hawks way more than he trusts Dabi. 

Also, what about the disaster situation happening right now? I don’t think people are going to care that Endeavor abused his eldest son or that some minor villain (Twice) died during the raid; people are worried about their houses and livelihoods getting destroyed. No matter how bad the heroes look, they are still the ones standing between Shiggy and civilians.

The MLA (before Shiggy took over) might’ve been able to make media stunts work because they have members that are not known criminals and the narratives the MLA wanted to broadcast were believable. You drop a bombshell like Dabi being Endeavor’s son or the No.2 hero killing a villain—people aren’t going to just believe it. The public will look to the people they do trust, their heroes, for an explanation just like Tokoyami will wait for Hawks’ explanation. I have to agree with Giran when he said this to Skeptic in 227:

Even with good credibility and without a calamity approaching, you’re not going to change the world by “exposing” things or “spinning a narrative.”

About Skeptic’s footage from the bugs and cams on Hawks’ wings, I don’t think he has anything especially useful actually. 

Hawks destroyed the spy equipment as soon as he revealed that he was a double agent to Twice. The footage that Skeptic does have of Hawks and the villains can be explained: Hawks was on an undercover mission. 

In conclusion, I don’t think telling a heartstring-pulling story on TV at this point in time would really do anything. The exposure may still happen, but I don’t think it’ll have the impact some fans think it will. Who’s going to believe Twice had good qualities? Who’s going to believe Hawks killed him? Who’s going to believe Dabi is Endeavor’s son? And even if everyone believed it, who’s going to care right now?

I still agree that BJ being alive will be very important because the people are in desperate need of some reassurance (even without hero society being exposed), and what better triumphant return could BJ make than showing up at the scene just when all hope is lost? That would be pretty freaking cool. BJ is also known for his reformer motif and for saying “heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin/cut from the same fabric,” so I think it would be a real shame if he didn’t live to see his themes play out in the actual story.