#sailor moon step up your fucking game

[shizukateal]

Anual reminder that Card Captor Sakura has the single most badass first episode in any magical girl show, period.

[popculturebuffet]

Donald Duck 90th Birthday Special: A Look At Mr Duck Steps Out

Happy Birthday Donald! For those I haven't had a chance to tell, i'm a HUGE Donald Duck Fan. Easily my faviorite Disney Character and the best of the sensational six.... which Pluto is a part of for some godforsaken reason but you didn't hear to come me badmouth a cartoon dog, I didn't come here to do that, it's time to celebrate one of the best characters in all of ficiton. And that's not hyperbole: Donald is a versatile character: he's been the best dad ever, an absuive parent, a put upon dad raising three horrifying nephews, a loving boyfriend, a negelctful ass, a put upon worker in the nazi regime, a sailor, a soldier, a cabllero, a singer, a lover, a dreamer, me, an unstoppable force of rage, a heavily abused worker for a billionare, a fire fighter, a musketeer, owen an ostrich, owned a penguin, fought an elder god, been to the moon and back, reawakened a billionare's will to live, been a superhero, been in a collectable card game, had a goose eat everything in his kitchen and many more adventures i'm simply not aware of. Donald has done it all.

Donald is at his best though when he's the every man: he fucks up, get's frustrated and often fails, but keeps going anyway. He reminds us that failure or loosing your temper isn't the end, you can recover from it and even if you don't, that's life.

To Honor Him I was spoiled for choice with tons of Barks stories, a ducktales episode, and a quack pack episode that all fit.. but for 90 years, I wanted something special, something that captured the age of the character, the scope of what he's capable of and the humor all in one.

So I settled on this: I covered this short way back in my donald duck shortsravagangza years ago, but felt it deserved a closer look: This short is without a doubt my faviorite theatrical short. That is a large library and given my love of Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry, a tall order, and others certainly come close. I mean I bought a 40 short compliation called best of space jam just to get Hot Cross Bunny, it's a close race.. but it's one this short wins. It's got great timing, gorgeous animation and tons of great laughs and while it's throughly tied to the 40's it was born in, that creates an old fashiond charm to it. It's far and away one of disney's best cartoons ever, so if you please, join me under the cut to find out why.

Mr Duck Steps out came out in 1940 and is notable as the very first apperance of Daisy, and with an opener like this, it's easy to see why she stuck around.

It's also got a power house team behind it: Besides Disney's fantastic as always staff from them, it was directed by Jack King. Jack is someone I just really looked into and shame on me: With how much I love this short, I shoudl've done this way sooner because as it turns out King's career is drenched in Donald Duck Classics. King started his career as an animator, only moving up to director after leaving Disney to work at Warner Bros. His first efforts were the much malinged Buddy Cartoons, along with a few starring attempted star beans the cat.

Thankfully he moved back to Disney which not only bumped him up to director (Albeit uncredited because animation directors went uncredited back then which was awful), where he found his Niche: By then Donald Duck had started his solo career and King proceeded to direct most of his shorts from then on out exclusivley worked witht he duck.. and it was a match made in heaven. King perfectly got the duck's style, how to direct his temper and thus most of his shorts with donald are classics. A few duds from the ones of his I have seen but you can't win em all. He directed faviorites of mine such as Modern Inventions (His first Donald Duck Short), Donald's Ostrich, and the Hockey Champ and i'm defintely going to watch more

The other key to his success was another legend, the guy who made Donald what he is on screen and page Carl Barks. Yes something I often forget and the public at large seems to is Carl Barks was writer and story director on a LOT of Donald Duck Shorts. You can tell too as the more put upon everyman from his comics is present: He may not speak as much, but he's there. Barks really got how to bring out the best in donald and how to make him look good and with an all star team of animators. Combine him with a director who really got the character and you get magic.

Mr Duck Steps out Preemered on June 6th 1940, making this a celebration of it's 84th anniversary as well , if a few days late. It was distributed by RKO and other than that I don't have much. This short is great, I wish I knew more about it, let's begin.

The short has a simple setup: Donald in a banger outfit that's rightfully gotten a funko in Disney's 20th anniversary wave... which so far is donald doing a temper tantrum, in his black sailor suit from the comics, in this banger outfit and for some reason, with heart eyes. One of these things is out of place and it's the heart eyes. It's cute and all but the guy has a massive career and costumes to pull from. Come on.

At any rate Donald has a date tonight and does some really fun dancing to some 40's music. The dancing animation is REALLY fucking smooth and one of the best things this short has, with the moves being smooth as butter.

Unfortunately for him, his Nephew's want to tag along. I love them dancing right behind him and when he opens the door and realizes there there, using his cane like a hook to pull them back in the house.

Huey , Unsettling Yellow Dewey and Louie are prominent here and while I used to hate the classic versions for being identical i've mostly come around. I still PREFER that they have seperate distinct personalities, the Ducktales Reboot versions are still far and away the best, taking elements from different versions and separating them into three distinct people with designs that make it easy to tell them apart.

That said the three in one version CAN work: It worked in the comics as having three gave them more flexiblity and Scrooge more of a crew, yet characterization wise still fill just one slot, making a freudian trio with their uncles. Likewise they work very well when their the absolute worst, little hellions who are like living in a living nightmare and put their uncle through a LOT. There the numbers game means Donald can't beat them easily. It also works in more benign examples of showing him up like the hockey champ.

So for this short it works well that Donald's outnumbered: he rightfully wants a night to himself and while he shoudl've got a sitter, his frustration and antics towards the kids feel entirely understandable when they keep following him, taking his choclates for daisy and nearly getting strangled for it, back when that was a funny punchline and not child abuse.

Enter daisy complete with fan fare. I've always loved it, the fact she has a curtain to announce herself, the fact there's this random fan fare, the fact the fan fare dosen't land as much as this isn't a new character to modern viewers so much as "One of the core cast for 84 years now". I also love Donald's rebound of "Hehehe I brought my nephews, weh". Clarence Nash's delivery is great. His delivery as Daisy and the boys also works and feels mostly distinct, though I do get why June Foray and Tress MacNeile have both dubbed over him in some versions. I still go with the original but I get wanting a voice that actually sounds like daisy and not exactly like her boyfriend.

Donald gives the kids a quarter for ice cream, another delivery I love. While Tony Anselmo is my faviorite Donald, Nash really can't be understated: while the voice itself is impressive, how expressive he can get with it is remarkable, able to make donald angry, horny or happy as can be with ease. Screen Donald gets flack for not having his comics counterparts range, but I think with the right scripts, Nash gave donald a lot of great comedic range and had excellent timing, able to make what could've been just a goofy voice one of the best characters in animation. That little "heh" when he says he brought his nephews, the awkward way he says it as he's making it up on the spot it's so good.

So Donald gets to flirt with Daisy, who flirts with him with her ass

How they made THIS sexy I don't know. Maybe i've just lost it. It's hard to tell. But it's also funny and Donald sadly dose'nt get a kiss as the little shits return and try to ruin his date because.. their bored? he tried to leave them behind? They have no souls just a styigan void where it would be?

They dance and that's really the bulk of the short as the boys cut in, Donald cuts back in after turning into a tiger, and it's all amazingly animated. Just fluid, gorgeous and hilaroius to look at. Really smooth stuff. I also like how happy and cheerful daisy is here. She still has some of her later pepper in how fast she moves, but I like her being upbeat but assertive over thier later status quo

I love that short but I prefer them as a stable couple over bickering assholes.. or in the case of three Cabs Daisy an ABUSIVE asshole.

It all ends in the boys deciding to feed donald popcorn kernels, have them explode inside him and ... somehow that'd ruin the date. or kill him their fine with either. So we get a really fun climax as donald dances to the beat of the pop corn, daisy rolls with it and the boys play piano, a manequin like a base guitar and plungers. What makes it work best is not only how fun the animatoin is.. but that Donald comes out on top. The boys are pretty awful and Donald is fine to have one night ot himself. Still should've gotten that sitter but .. 40's. What can you do? He gets covered with kisses and wins the day. It's a sweet ending.

Overall this short is just masterful. I said what i could but it's a feast for the eyes ears and pancreas with some great gags, fast animation and is just.. a joy. It makes me happy every time I watch it and is easy to default to when I want to watch a disney short. It's on D+ if you have it in glorious hd and if not you can still find it on the internet archive, and I recommmend you go seek it out. It's only 9 minutes and every one of those is worth your time. Thanks for reading.

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Homestuck: Epi-Prologue

You've done it. You beat the game. You entered your new universe. Jade placed that messed up Earth in front of - well it's not the sun. But it's almost like the sun. And that fits in away, because the Earth is almost like your Earth, except this one suffered through an underwater apocalypse. There's plenty of similarities but ultimately, it's a different planet, in a different solar system.

There's no Mars now, no Mercury, no Venus, no Jupiter, or Saturn, or Neptune, or Pluto, or even Uranus. Fuck. That's messing you up so much - you can't even laugh at Uranus.

What are they gonna base Sailor Moon on now? Are they gonna have to name a whole new set of planets? That could be kinda cool. Dave would absolutely name one "Snoop Dogg" and then there would be a Sailor Snoop Dogg.

No. That can't happen. That's too stupid! You've done some pretty stupid things in your life but you have to draw the line somewhere. And you guess... This must be the line - imagining some anime chick in a mini skirt, calling herself Sailor Snoop Dogg. Maybe that automatically makes her a furry?

With that thought, you reach out, grabbing hold of Dave's wrist before he can turn his timetables.

"Wait."

Great. Now everyone is looking at you.

"I don't want to be here."

That's... not what you meant to say. Um.

"We can leave."

Uh. Well. That is true.

Rose and Dave share a look. Dave's bro raises a brow over his weeaboo shades.

"What in the taint-chafing fuck are you talking about?" Karkat asks.

And to be fair, it's a good question. And you have a good answer. Maybe it's a good answer? From the way Terezi is - well, at least she's not looking at you. But she's sniffing the air in your general direction and you kinda wanna say that she seems surprised. Huh. You surprised Terezi. You kinda like that.

This must be a good idea.

"I can use my retcon powers. We don't have to stay here. We can leave. We can travel back to Earth - the one from my universe. Also Jade's, Dave's, and Rose's - you get the point."

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, bro. But that Earth and its universe got smashed to pieces. I would know. I was there. I blew it up myself," Dave tells you.

"With help, of course," Rose adds, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah but like... That was a specific moment right - there had to be hundred of other moments before that. We had like WW2 and dinosaurs - thousands of years before the Batterwitch even stepped foot on Earth."

"Are you saying that you want us to live with dinosaurs?" Jade massages her temple. "John, I liked Jurassic Park as much as the next guy, but that's taking this a bit too far, isn't it?"

"What's a dinosaur?" Kanaya asks.

"I love Jurassic Park!" Jade's young Grandpa adds.

"No! That's not what I'm saying at all! Except it kinda was? It was just an example! I could retcon us to the Renaissance and watch Michelangelo paint dicks live! We can go wherever, whenever we want. We don't have to stay here!!!"

There's a big burst of the Breeze as you shout that last word. You send everyone flying through the air or if they can't fly, they're knocked right off their feet. Oops. You didn't mean to do that.

They float back towards you or they get back up, and you can tell from their faces that they're thinking about it.

"We can't stay there forever," Rose says slowly. But that's not a no. She's not saying that you can't do this. Major win.

"Yeah, that universe has a giant expiration date." Dave nods. "But Egderp is right... There was plenty of years before the universe ended."

"You're really considering this?" Dave's bro asks. "You're gonna bring us back to Earth before the Condescence landed, hang out in ancient human civilizations, maybe watch Plato finger a guy."

"Yes! Exactly! Except for that last part. I'm not a homosexual."

"Cool. I like dudes."

Dave winces, mumbling. "That's... Yeah, I'm gonna have to get used to that."

"Well, if I can't watch Plato go balls deep in Socrates, I'm not going anywhere."

"In Dirk-speak, that means he's into the idea," Teen Nanna tells him.

"I've always wanted to see ancient Egypt," Roxy adds. "Especially after seeing my planet's copy of the Great Pyramids. They worship cats - that makes them a-okay in my book."

"Better than worshipping us too," Rose smiles at you. "We will have to come back here. But I... I think we can spare some time to watch history live."

"I've always wanted to meet Marie Curie," Jade says with a bright smile.

"Hold the fuck on! What about us? You humans can have your little time travel tourism, but we're gonna stick out like sore thumbs!" Karkat points out.

"If Condie can spend decades on Earth without giving away her alien identity, then we can hack hiding you guys in plain sight. That includes you, Callie!" Roxy points her finger at the green-skull girl.

"I've done plenty of trollsonas. I suppose I could make a humansona," Callie(?) says, clapping her hands. "So we're leaving? We're going to pre-scratch Earth?"

"I must confess that I have been so curious about your planet," Kanaya says.

"I still think that is a stupid idea coughed up by a meowbeast choking on their fur. But FUCK!" Karkat throws up his hands. "Sure. Why not. I got nothing better to do."

You look at them. They look at each other. They turn back to you. Dave puts away his timetables, grabs hold of Karkat's hand on one side and Rose's hand on the other. They all start linking up, except for Terezi. She taps her cane and shakes her head.

"This might be the only chance that I get to find Vriska... I'll keep in touch, but I can't go with you."

That's... You weren't... Terezi sounds so serious. It's like that time she was dying and she handed you a bloody scarf. You both worked so hard to get here and she was gonna leave anyways? Yeah. Okay. That's fine. That's probably for the best. She could end up licking the Sistine Chapel and ruin everything. So you nod at her, closing the circle of holding hands.

The victory door hasn't despawned yet. The giant, five-square Sburb logo also sticks around. If you do this right, you'll come back here at the same time you left. But for now...

You reach for that power inside you. And you pull.

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep9

SISYPHUS???😂

Honestly killing a guy who harrasses you is soooo valid

Why does the wife look 25 years younger... She could be his DAUGHTER.

Celeste!

Oh fuck... He captured her.....

Summary of eight eps and a bit, never trust an old white man.

GABRIELLE CLOTHES CHANGEEE

OOP he deid... Or not. Zombie?

HADES SBDHDHSHS

"I mean if you tell someone you'll love them forever, it means... Forever" yeah that's kinda what forever means.

Gabrielle is so cute

Awww, transformed into Rain and Snow, cute.

Who is this dude. Blergh. BOOOOO!

That's the straightest episode so far

OH HE WAS KNOCKED OUT YAY

Ew, the other man is back.

"I am a god" shut up.

DISK SAWWW

Hey, how about you leave Sisyphus and marry a nice woman.

*Vella voice* Booooys games 🙄

"He's nice... :)"

"And stay out of trouble" shdhshhdhf FLERT Gabrielle's LOOK

UH OH. They wanna go after Gabrielle (and whatshisface) too...

KICK THEM YEEES

She's soooo extra XD

"Nice try" 😂

C'mon, free Celeste

Awwwww... The woman died in the morning :(

Also dude guy is probably hurt and dying or something. Idc

OH NO IF XENA TOUCHES DEATH...

"Xena is in trouble" gods Gabrielle is gay af

"You must have loved ones." Gabrielle. "somewhere." Gabrielle. "Never have to watch them die" Gabrielle.

Oop. Hole

XENAAAA

Where would Xena be without Gabrielle I swear

Oh nooo, the guy... etc. Blah.

Sbdhdhsh when Gabrielle has set her mind on something...

Aw, poor Gabrielle is scared of rats :(

WOW RUDE!??? Steps on rat!?

Yeah um I'm getting flashbacks to that one Sailor Moon episode where Zoisite is crawling thru rats...

My prediction is dude frees Celeste bc he's dying anyway

Ahhh, long term chronic illness that'll kill him :/ that sucks ofc

"It's not how long you live that matters, it's how well you live."

NOOOO, DON'T TAKE GABRIELLE CAPTIVE :(

Dudeboy just standing there uselessly has the same energy as Clara in the fight towards the end of Deep Breath... 😂

THE LOOK OF UTTER PANIC IN XENA'S EYES, desperately trying to save Gabrielle.

Celeste is v pretty btw did I mention

Poor Gabrielle 😭 Ffs she's making me cry

Love how all the "straightness" so far was only sealed in hugs btw. Instead of smoochy smooch

Xena YOU BETTER COMFORT YOUR CRYING GF

Awwwww they hug

I too would like to snuggle against Xena's tiddies while I'm crying btw

[runicmagitek]

Hihi Runic! 😃👋🏾

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Thank you!

Hello hello!! 🥰💕 thanks a bunch for the ask!!

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Wow, like a million years ago lol back when FFVII came out and the Internet was still the wild west, I poked around and found FFVII fics. I was absolutely floored by this! And my bitty brain was still vibrating from beating the game and I ended up writing a post-canon story in my notebooks during sixth grade. It was nothing amazing (I made an OC kid of two characters, she was half Cetra for some reason and in love with Reno, and also Sailor Moon and Co showed up HDKSHDKSH), but if was my first steps into writing fics! I dropped it for a while, picked it up sorta in high school, then dropped it again. Once I got back into it late 2014, I've been writing if ever since!!

🌵 share the link to a playlist you love.

gonna share one of my own lol I made this for my No Deimos/Sentinels AU as like, background tunes and general vibes. I'm still adding random tracks to it but I really love how it's turned out

🦷 share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on.

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story. It's not fully fleshed out yet and you're figuring it out as you go. So throw out all writing advice (show don't tell, don't info dump, don't abuse adverbs, etc) and do whatever is necessary to get the damn story out of your head and on paper. Be self-indulgent. Have fun. You can clean up the mess later. Who gives a fuck if your first draft is "shit". You can always turn that shit into fertilizer and make something badass with it, but you can't do that unless you write it.

[hmsharmony]

X for the fandom meme

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Gwen (Merlin), my darling, my light of my life, my queen. Too good for your show or this world. Denied your own story despite all there was to work with, yet your scenes were what made the show compelling (for me). I will avenge you one day.

Peyton Sawyer (One Tree Hill), particularly if you come at her for telling Brooke how she felt about Lucas SHE WAS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING AND AVOID HER FUCK UP FROM S1 SHE WAS TRYING OKAY SHES ONLY 17. Let me protect you darling.

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon). I don’t need to die defending her because she’s pretty beloved, but she’s been my girl since I was five or six, so yes, I will die for her nonetheless.

Mal Oretsev (Shadow & Bone/Grisha Trilogy), particularly the book version. I’m so sorry people don’t realize you’re a fucking teenager figuring out emotions and your place in Alina’s world and sometimes that means fucking up. You learn and you grow and that’s so goddamn important!!!

Like one person will know who this is but Rachel Lennox (Dancing Shoes). My favorite character in all of literature. My stubborn orphan girl who is trying to step into her mother’s shoes and struggles so deeply with change. The one who had to learn how to live a life for herself. I thank my mother every day for giving me this book when I was ten and letting me grow up with this wonderful, deeply flawed young girl/teenager.

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones/ASOIAF). People eventually came around to you, but in the beginning I was literally reciting essays to friends who pushed you aside as inconsequential, who failed to see that you were using your femininity to survive in a world that thought so little of such traits—that this was your strength, not weakness.

Martha Jones (Doctor Who). Put in probably the worst position of all the New Who companions, having to deal with a lovesick Doctor and get hate from certain doctor/rose fans for daring to fall for him. She saves the goddamn world and learns to recognize what she deserves.

There are more but these were the ones for which I had visceral reactions when I read the prompt. But if you peruse my light of my life and darling girl tags (and the much less used darling boy lmao), you’ll probably find some others.

Fandom meme

[purplesurveys]

1690

1.) What did you do last Friday night? Do you have any plans for the upcoming Friday night? Watched a few news features on the Titanic wreck submarine; played Rhythm Hive because apparently the game went through a major overhaul and looks and plays completely differently now; and spent nearly the entire rest of the evening watching both old and new Smosh videos because Anthony coming back is the best news that could’ve come out this week. 2.) When does spring break start for you? We don’t have that concept here as we don’t even have that season here.

3.) Do you have anything planned for June so far? The eventful part of my June is over now; I’ve seen Yoongi, been to Thailand, been to Malaysia, walked 15,000 steps for two weeks straight...the only thing left to do is to reclaim my time at home and rest up.

4.) What is the weather like right now? It’s a little warm this morning but I’m not dying. One thing I picked up from my Thailand trip is to never fucking complain about Philippine weather ever again LOL – I thought it was humid enough here, but the moment I stepped out of Bangkok’s airport I was slapped in the face with air that was like, twice, thrice as heavy. The daily weather made the Philippines suddenly feel like Antarctica.

5.) What song are you listening to? I’m not listening to music and rarely do so when I take surveys because I end up getting distracted and never finishing any of these.

6.) Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. Mom, dad, sister, the Grab rider who did my McDo delivery at around 1 AM earlier. Oh I also talked to a work-related person this morning, but fortunately I’m not leading the event so I just went on Viber to answer a question she had.

7.) Do you know anyone who self-harms? I really hope I don’t; but at this stage in mine and my loved ones’ lives it’s great to see everyone flourishing and happy and as far as I know, the people that I know who used to do it don’t anymore.

8.) If you have a science class, who did you last talk to in that class? I haven’t been in a classroom since pre-pandemic 2020.

9.) What did you eat for lunch today? I’m having leftover kimbap from two weeks ago! I was struggling to find food in the fridge so I opened every single Tupperware we had in there only to find out that nobody has touched the kimbap I got :)))) Feeling pretty giddy ngl, it’s my favorite Korean food hehe.

10.) If you were president, which one would you legalise first: abortion, gay marriage or marijuana? Not in the choices, but divorce. Then abortion, then gay marriage, then I don’t really care for marijuana.

11.) What are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? My mom’s an admin secretary in a hotel and my dad’s an executive sous chef.

12.) Do you have any siblings? What are their names, age and grade they are in? Don’t you think you’re being a little too nosy? Anyway, one is 23 and is already working; the other is 20 and a freshman in college.

13.) Do you know a schizophrenic person? I don’t.

14.) Do you have a threewords.me account? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.

15.) Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? That was with Celeste and I was just taking her home because no driver was accepting her Grab booking.

16.) Aren’t you excited for the 4th season of Jersey Shore?! I was never an avid watcher. I watched a few episodes of the first season but I was 11 and immediately knew I wasn’t supposed to be watching something like it, lol. 

17.) Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favourite? No I don’t like anime.

18.) Have you seen the game show “Baggage”? Nope, haven’t heard of it.

19.) Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. I’ve only kissed one person but as for a nice thing about her, uh... she’s nice to her sisters? Idk.

20.) Have you ever had cranberry vodka? No. Sounds nasty.

21.) When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? I go through low periods quite regularly, but if you wanna go with EXTREME depression then I’d have to take you back to late 2020 to early 2021. They were terrible days but I do fondly look back on that period as the moments before BTS dragged and hurled me into their world.

22.) Don’t you just want to move out of your parents’ home already? It’d be cool if I do but I’m not in a rush. The average pay here makes it impossible to have your own place in your 20s to early 30s anyway.

23.) Are you friends with a Conner? No, that’s an extremely foreign-sounding name where I’m from. The only Conners you’ll ever find here would be tourists.

24.) Would you ever dye your hair pink? Nah.

25.) Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? No clue.

[creepykuroneko]

When people say it's okay to like something but you need to "be normal about" it it's because the person they are talking to is being wildly inappropriate.

Examples of where I always see this topic come up in:

Ex #1 *Beautiful trans woman uploads selfie*

How people who think they're being supportive of trans women on the internet respond:

"Oh my God trans women are so fucken sexy! I want that girl cock inside of me! Cis woman could never! How could anyone not want to fuck a trans woman?"

These are not compliments, they are creepy inappropriate responses to give to a stranger on the internet. It also encourages people to put their fetish for trans women on full blast. Is not the same thing as being a trans Ally even if the people making the sexual harassment comments are trans themselves.

Ex #2 a black woman is minding her own business going to work or class.

White coworkers and/or classmates:

"Yas Queen! I see you! You are so thiccc ( this also happens too skinny and far from thiccc black women)! Teach me how to twerk. I want you to step on me! Crush me with your thick thighs! I love black women! Way better than white women!"

These are not compliments! It is racial fetishization and it's not even subtle. Although this does happen a lot online, unfortunately the behavior is not limited to the internet, there are various articles, books, and video essays that talk about sexual harassment black women face in real life. I strongly recommend looking into them. Keep in mind finding someone who is Black physically attractive and then believing that black people are the only sexy people in the world are NOT the same thing.

Ex #3 * A Japanese American person is just existing*

Some random stranger who sees them:

"Do you speak english! Your English is so good when did you come to this country! OMG are you are from japan? I think Japanese people are so hot 😍 but only Japanese people, not filipino's or whatever else there is. Can you say me love you long time? I love anime! I grew up watching Dragon Balls and Sailor Moon on toonami! Want to hear me pronounce the five Japanese words I know! I can use chopsticks! I have a bunch of katanas in my room and I've already chosen my Japanese name for when I go to live in Japan for a year. You don't speak Japanese or know anything about Japanese culture because you're a 5th gen american? I'm more Japanese than you are lol! I want to have your babies. I want you to have my babies!"

This also goes into the same problem of racial fetishization that was mentioned above. There is also the problem with the model minority myth that I know white people are less familiar with. You can find various books written on the subjects I'm not even going to get into it. It is important to keep in mind that white people favor Japanese people more than any other Asian ethnicity and there is a historic racist reason for that. Obviously yes you're allowed to like anime, Japanese musicians, ramen, video games, and kimonos. The problem is being a fucken weebo in front of Japanese people in real life who do not share the same interest as you and you assume they do because they're japanese.

Ex #4 blatant Erasure of disabled people and their needs by people who claim to be Disability Advocates. Whether we're talking about physically disabled people or people with cognitive handicaps, everyone including other disabled people love to erase their existence or downplay them.

It's claiming that the term disabled is "ableist" and Society needs to refer to people with handicaps as being "differently abled" ( which honestly is a lot more insulting) or telling neurodivergent people that "there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly beautiful as you are" ableism is alive and well especially within disabled spaces. As I've mentioned countless times I no longer go into the neurodivergent tags on Tumblr because I cannot stand the ableism from other neurodivergent people in them.

People will Pat themselves on the back believing that they are an advocate for disability rights will at the same time trying to roll back disabled activism by decades. I see way too many people encourage others to throw their meds away without telling their family what they are doing because they damper personality and spirit. Never mind the fact that those are literal life-saving meds somebody needs to be on and that person A is not person B's doctor. Random High school students on social media who believes they know more than an actual qualified doctor with a PhD who has met the patient in person and has been working with them on a treatment plan. But sure the stranger on Tumblr knows more about everything. Take a look at all the people who are now in their twenties who blame social media and specific movements for keeping them depressed for years. Who talk about how they tried to commit suicide specifically because of this group that they thought would lift them up but ended up enabling them to become the worst version of themselves. The mantra "Stay angry" made them think that if they sought help for their disorder, they would be falling in line with the status quo.

I've seen it countless times on Tumblr where someone will talk about how they are a paranoid schizophrenic who decided to go off their meds without telling anyone because they don't want to be controlled by big pharma. Rather than people voicing their concern and try to encourage them to speak with their doctor about it, strangers on the internet applaud them and tell them they are doing great at taking charge of Their Own life. 5 months later that same person is depressed, homeless, and cannot figure out why. People tell them that it's all society's fault for letting them down, never mind the fact that they encourage them to go off their meds in the first place.

When people say to "be normal about something", they're not saying that you need to fall in line with all the other robots in society. They are saying that you need to check yourself and your behaviors when it comes to a specific subject.

You don't have to "be normal about" anything, you just gotta try to be kind about it

[kichimiangra]

If you could remake Ape Escape 1, what would you do?

You mentioned how the time travel levels were not used to their full potential of Weird Past Monsters That Actually Existed, and how you would put more emphasis on the way Specter was very clearly working through his feelings in the final levels of the present/the theme park.

What else would you do?

More exploration on Specter's character, or seeing Jake briefly resume control of himself?

Or more exploration of the way the apes are trying to build their own civilization and the way that's developing?

Step 1.) More use of the natural Horrors(tm) that history has long left behind.

Step 2.) Boss fights that aren't the Gladiator Attacks, which are good ngl and test your prowess against Jake in use of the gadgets, but not trus boss fights until Crumbling Castle and a few enemies like the tree in one of the early levels if you squint. History had some gonked up stuff that the apes could be manipulating to make excellent boss fights.

3.) More Narrative. I know that not everyone cares about the story of the game their playing and just want to play it mechanically but I like narrative. Even if keeping it simple a few more calls from Specter to the Prof. And Natalie would be nice as he taunts them because the majority of the plot is pushed all into the later 1/4 of the game. It wouldn't have to be like, an 80 hour jrpg amount of story but just enough. As a kid I loved the first call from Specter leading into the Thick Jungle level and kept playing waiting for the next taunting session and was sad when we don't see him again until Crumbling Castle (the first real boss fight), then with his drop ship in the present (the second real boss fight), and then your basically IN Specter Land as he taunts you over the intercoms. Would love an earlier boss fight with Jake at the end of the Carboniferous getting interrupted by a Titanoboa and Jake fucking off to leave Spike to fight off the giant snake himself. Because my first time seeing that Jake was being mind controlled kid me was like ":_( oh no my friend!!! Must save!!!" And that is some natarrative drama I still love.

(Admittedly as a kid I super loved mind control plots. Like anything any villain ever did ever kid!me was like "eh, maybe you would have succeeded if you kidnapped one of their friends and brainwashed them into being loyal to you, or use magic to turn them into a feral beast so the good guys can be all "OH NO MY FWEND!!!!"")(As a kid I'd be watching g Sailor Moon like "YAAS QUEEN BERYL! MIND CONTROL TUXEDO MASK!!!" and "YAAAS PRINCE DIAMOND ATTEMPT AND FAIL TO MIND CONTROL SAILOR MOON! GOOD ON YOU FOR TRYING!!")

4.) New Game+. Because every game can stand to have a New Game+

5.) More collectibles or atleast better reasons to collect the Specter coins because the mini games never appealed to me. Just gimme a reason to collect them. Motivate me. Let me spend them on gatchapon comics and production art plz like in AE2. Let me spend them on buying Specter's diaries from some random ape that can fill in my desire for Specter's character exploration and lore without interrupting gameplay in a collectathon platformer...

[outercrasis]

At Your Service

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Word Count / Rating: 3.1k / Explicit 18+ only

Warnings: sub!Adrian/dom!Reader, maid costume Adrian, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, bit of degradation (not towards reader), cockwarming, praise kink, reference to somno

Summary: Adrian tries to make things up to you after not listening on a mission.

A/N: HUUUGE shoutout to @green-socks who essentially handed me the plot to this fic on a platter after I simply shouted "Adrian in a maid costume" at her. This fic wouldn't exist without you babe💕

Maid-rian art by @nobodys-baby-now

“Adrian what the fuck are you wearing?”

The answer to that is obvious. It’s incredibly apparent what he’s wearing, surprising you as you step out from the bathroom where you’ve been taking a very long shower with the door pointedly locked in an attempt to ignore him. The question is borne more so out of surprise, completely unaware the costume existed in your apartment before now.

Adrian looks down, swinging his hips slightly to let the skirt and attached apron flow around his inviting thighs. “I thought you liked these.”

You do. You like them a lot, but you never thought Adrian would wear a maid costume for you without any prompting. You’d shown him a couple tiktoks hoping to inspire, but Adrian has never been the best with subtle cues. He might be a bit more perceptive than you give him credit for at times.

The cheap fabric clings to his toned body, the stupid open collar accentuating his trapezius and shoulder muscles. You’re frozen in your towel, stuck between continuing to be mad at him and giving in. You know Adrian isn’t stupid – this is a well planned ploy to break down your walls and let him back in. Unlucky for him, you’re a little more stubborn than he thinks.

You’ve been ignoring him for a few days now, ever since your last mission. It’s a feat in and of itself, working and living with Adrian, to ignore him as effectively as you have. You know it isn’t the mature approach, but you haven’t really allowed yourself to care. If he can disregard your clear instructions on a mission then you can ignore him too. At least it isn’t life or death when you do it.

“I think I bought a size too small,” Adrian says, still looking down at where the skirt hits just above mid-thigh.

You don’t really want to offer the satisfaction of commenting, but you can hardly help yourself. He looks so stupidly good that you’re already wondering what you could get him to wear next. Maybe a Sailor Moon costume?

“I think it’s a perfect fit.”

Adrian’s head pops up, beaming at you. “You think so? I really had to guess. Sizing is a nightmare for women online, I don't know how you buy anything-”

He stops talking, eyes widening as you drop your towel. You don’t want to hear about his discovery of the eternal struggle of shopping as a woman right now. What you do want is him, on his knees, begging for you. It might convince you to forgive him. Maybe.

“Adrian,” you say, walking towards him. “Is that really what you want to be discussing right now?”

“No, fuck no. Although I really wouldn’t mind talking about it later because it was really confusing and I thought this would be a little bigger on me.”

You brush past Adrian, walking straight towards the bed behind him and positioning yourself on the edge. His eyes follow you, glued to your body as you throw some extra sway into your hips. He’s always staring at your tits or your ass and you’re looking to put on a show.

Adrian follows exactly as you expected, a smile on his face as he thinks he’s already won this game. He has no idea what you have in store for him.

He leans down, already going in for a kiss, when you turn your head to the side. His lips land awkwardly on your cheek and he recoils, obviously confused.

“Uh-uh. On your knees.”

Your tone of voice doesn’t leave any room for argument. Adrian sinks to his knees in front of you, his face now perfectly in line with your pussy. You spread your legs slightly, but don't allow him a proper look, tipping Adrian’s head up towards your face with a finger.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy? You dress up for me like a little slut and I forgive you?” you ask him. Adrian doesn’t answer, a slight glaze glossing over his eyes. You grab his jaw more firmly, refocusing him. “Good boys answer.”

“I- I was hoping that you would,” he stammers.

You pout at him, holding his jaw in your hand. “That’s sweet baby. Dumb, but sweet.”

You know that by now Adrian understands what he did wrong in the first place. Whether he figured it out on his own or someone else explained it to him you aren’t sure, but there wouldn’t be the obvious I’m sorry attempt of a maid costume if he didn’t.

A mission to infiltrate a building a few days ago is what caused all of this in the first place. As the team’s tactician, it’s your job to lead everyone on the field through the path of least resistance. Of course that doesn’t work when someone doesn’t listen to you and puts himself in direct and completely unnecessary danger. Whether he could have taken those goons on or not was never in question – whether he needed to without backup was. You can still feel the way your stomach dropped, listening to Adrian’s laugh and the pops of gunfire over the headset after expressly telling him to stay put and wait. You had half a mind to kill him yourself once he got back to the van.

You look down at him, on his knees before you, and card your fingers through his curls. It’s impossibly soft despite his religious use of Suave strawberry shampoo. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Adrian has never been one to be shy before in the bedroom, but something about this overt shift in your dynamic has him stumbling over himself. “I want- want to taste you. I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. You’re so-” You tug on his hair, making him lose his train of thought for a moment. He’s tripping over his words when his brain catches up. “Fuck- you’re so fucking sexy. I want to do anything you tell me to.”

“Yeah? You think you can actually listen to me? Be a good boy?”

Adrian shakes his head vigorously, eager to show you how good of a boy he can be. You hum, acting like you’re debating on whether or not you’ll take him up on it. It serves to only make him more desperate, pushing himself against your leg, starting to beg. “Please? I’ll be so, so good for you, baby. Do anything you want.”

“Anything?” you ponder, reaching down to slip his silver frames off his face. You love the way they look on him, but you know they’ll only end up in your way.

“Please,” Adrian pleads with you.

You look down at him, enjoying the contrast of this to the Adrian you typically know. Despite the awkwardness of any missed social cues, Adrian is always confident and self-assured. He knows what he wants and what he's capable of, which is probably what led him to ignore you telling him to wait for backup in the first place. The Adrian before you now knows what he wants but he has no idea how to get it and it's throwing him off his game.

Slowly, his eyes searching your face, Adrian leans in and begins to kiss along your bare legs. You allow it, still running your fingers through his hair.

There are so many options available to you, it's hard to know what to take. You know your boyfriend well – what he likes and what really gets him going. The idea of a turn-off is nearly nonexistent with him but you've been cataloging what he's especially aroused by. You've nearly decided when he cinches the choice for you.

One of his hands ventures further to wind around your ass, pulling you closer, and you catch it with your own. Adrian is capable of being patient. You're going to see just how far you can push him.

You slide up the bed, leaving Adrian on the floor, skirt pooling in his lap. "Come on up here," you invite, crooking a finger his way, and he wastes no time.

He climbs over top of you, eagerly grinding down so that you can feel his hardening length through the thin skirt fabric. It takes a great deal of your willpower to not let him continue. You tut, reaching up underneath the dress and stilling his hips by digging your nails into them. "Did I say you could do that?"

Adrian shakes his head. "Words, Ade," you say, something you never thought you would need to remind him to use.

"No, but fuck you're so pretty. I want to make you feel good, let me make you feel good. Please? I know I can make you feel good," he rambles. It's so cute of him.

"Tell you what baby, you want to grind on me? You can have my thigh."

Adrian groans, clearly not thrilled with the turn of events but he seems to understand he should take what he can get right now. You flip the skirt of the costume up, palming him through his tight black briefs. His eyes fall closed at the pressure, pressing down into your hand. “Be a good boy for me and I’ll let you have more.”

You reach around, giving his ass a squeeze and pulling him onto your thigh. You’re thankful Adrian rarely overthinks things, completely unembarrassed to be humping your leg to get off. He looks perfect like this, his soft but strong muscles straining under the slightly too tight fabric. You still can’t quite believe he bought the costume just for you. No one you’ve ever been with before would have done something like this to get back in your good graces. Then again, you’ve never been with someone quite like Adrian.

“F-f-fuck, please I need more,” he whines desperately and you feel your resolve slip.

“Okay baby. Let’s get these off,” you say, pushing at the waistband of his briefs. The front of the fabric has been growing damp with precum, the barrier basically useless at this point. You’re aching for some relief of your own, guiding him to grind down against your pussy.

“Oh fuck, fuck, you feel so good. Please let me fuck you, please? You’re already so wet I want to make you feel good,” Adrian rambles, his forehead pressing against yours. His eyes are open wide, pleading but you know he can last longer than this.

“Keep going like you are. Being such a good boy for me.” You cut off his broken moan at the praise, capturing his lips in a filthy kiss. It’s mostly teeth and tongue, but after a few days of not doing so much as holding Adrian’s hand, you’re just as eager for this as he is.

His hips move faster, pantomiming what he’d actually like to be doing buried deep inside you. You can tell he’s getting close, the little noises he’s making and uneven strokes giving him away. This is what you’ve been waiting for – the ultimate test of his patience.

You dig your fingers into the globes of his ass, forcing him to stop moving completely. A pathetic whimper escapes him, his head dropping heavily into the pillow behind you. He’s pleading, a constant stream of please pouring from him as he tries to do his best and keep his hips still. It’s so hard to deny him like this, but you’re not done pushing him just yet.

“You’ll cum when I say you can,” you say, nipping at his earlobe. “You’ve been such a good boy for me though, I’ll let you have a reward.”

That catches Adrian’s attention, his head popping up from the pillow. His eyes are a little glossy, the green of his irises looking brighter than normal. “Yeah, yeah okay. I can- I can wait for you. Whatever you want.”

“It’s what you want, Ade. You said you wanted to taste me- go ahead.”

It takes him a second to pull himself together, but then Adrian is sliding down your body, the cheap polyester of his maid costume gliding against your skin. The skirt has remained flipped up, giving you the perfect view of his ass peeking over the swell of his shoulders. His mouth is hot and wet pressed against your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along every inch wherever he hasn’t already left a compliment.

You love how vocal Adrian is in bed, never too self-conscious to say exactly what he’s thinking or to try and mask the noises you inspire him to make. Even as he goes down on you, he’s noisy, working you over with his mouth like you’ve served him up a five-star meal.

Your fingers thread through his curls, pulling him deeper into you. Adrian doesn’t seem to mind at all, fingers flexing happily on your hips. You feel wanton, unabashed in your wants as Adrian lets you use him however you see fit. He even manages to keep his own hips still against the bed when he could easily grind for some friction of his own – not that you’d let him get away with that right now.

“Good-good boy,” you gasp, smoothing a few curls away from his sweat slicked forehead. “Make me come and then I’ll let you fuck me.”

Encouraged, Adrian somehow doubles down, trying to speed you towards your orgasm. You can’t fault him after denying him for this long. It’s a bit surprising he’s held out like he has – not that Adrian doesn’t usually last, but you so rarely deny him anything that you didn’t know he could wait this long to get what he wants.

Looking down, you find Adrian staring up at you, focused on the reactions you’re having from his tongue alone. It’s enough to push you over the edge, legs trembling and flooding Adrian’s mouth with your release.

Before you can even come down from your high, Adrian is overtop of you and pushing himself into your slick cunt. Your clench around his cock, the sensation of him pressing into you prolonging your orgasm as he begins to slowly rock his hips.

“You’re so fucking hot, fuck, I love you telling me what to do. It’s like you’re a hot teacher or something but you’re my girlfriend and it’s so hot,” Adrian says, sucking marks into your neck. You don’t want to show up to work tomorrow with hickeys on display, but you’re too far gone to tell him to stop.

The flowy fabric of the skirt pools over your pubic bone, blocking you from watching as Adrian slides in and out. Your arms wrap around him as he braces himself over you on his elbows, careful to keep the majority of his weight off of you. He weighs more than someone might suspect, toned and compact muscle deceiving to the eyes. The fabric of the maid costume is too tight around his shoulders, giving you no purchase to grab onto. Frustrated with the inability to grab him how you want, you shift, using the element of surprise to flip Adrian onto his back.

“Holy shit that was so sexy-” He’s cut off from saying anything more as you ride him faster, hands braced against his chest.

“Such a good boy,” you pant, clit rubbing against the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. “So good listening to me, doing what I ask.”

Adrian nods his head vigorously, hands pressing little bruises into your hips that he’ll kiss better later. You’re both close, movements growing sloppy and uncoordinated. “Come for me, Ade. Come on good boy, fill me up.”

It doesn’t take much more than that, Adrian’s eyes rolling back in his head as he thrusts up into you. You reach down, fingers circling your clit, to bring yourself over the edge along with him. His cock twitches, painting your walls with his spend, and the feeling pushes you over with him, making your mind go cotton-soft as you clench down around him.

You slump over top of Adrian, covering his body with yours. He’s probably overheating in the cheap costume and with your body on his, but he makes no complaints or effort to move. His fingers gently run along your back, bringing you back down from your high.

You shift to get off of him and Adrian’s hands quickly land on your hips, keeping you firmly in place. “Stay please? You feel nice.”

How can you deny him after all of that? You nod, a bow on the costume pressed uncomfortably into your cheek but you can hardly bring yourself to care. “Ade?” you mumble.

“What’s up?” You have no idea how his voice sounds as clear as it does. You rode him within an inch of his life and you want to take a nap.

“You were such a good boy, listening to me. Getting all dressed up for me.” You can feel his cock twitch in you at the praise and you stow that information away for later. It seems like he responds to that more than just in the heat of the moment. “Thank you.”

Adrian brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it gently before holding it against his heart. “I’m really sorry for not listening during the mission this week. I know you were trying to keep me safe and I wanted to show you that I could totally take those guys.”

You chuckle, tilting your head to look up at him. Adrian always makes it easier to say things plainly, his own genuine brand of honesty inspiring your own. “I knew you could take them you goof. But I also knew you would be safer if you did it with backup. I don’t like seeing you get hurt.”

“Oh. So you knew I could take them out?”

“Of course. Vigilante is way better than some D-list goons. Could probably do it in your sleep.”

Adrian’s chest puffs at your compliment, squeezing you into a tight hug. “Can you help me buy a maid costume that actually fits? This one is really tight in my armpits and it feels really weird.”

“Of course babe. And maybe we can buy you some other costumes?” you ask, yawning.

“Yeah, can we get you some too? Now that I’ve said it I can’t stop thinking of you as a sexy teacher.”

“Sure, Ade. Wake me up in ten and we’ll look.”

You snuggle down into the crook of his neck, clenching around him once more just to tease, prompting Adrian to ask, “Can I wake you up with my dick?”

You snort and place a gentle kiss against his neck. “Yeah baby, go ahead.”

Reblogs and comments very much appreciated!

Tagging those who interacted with/had interest in my last Adrian fic 💕: @green-socks @skeletonstwins @pettyprocrastination @just-w4nderlust @prismaticpizza @middimidoris @giselatropicana @moonlight-prose @anaaaispunk

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

s.o.s, m | knj

pairing(s): namjoon x reader

summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)

happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday

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now playing – pado by bibi

“Hey!”

“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”

Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”

“I have it because you keep losing my key!”

He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.

Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.

“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.

You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?

You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”

“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.

“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”

You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”

He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.

Oh.

Shit.

“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.

“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”

“I snore like one too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.

You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.

Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.

“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”

“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”

Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.

You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.

Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.

He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.

Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.

You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.

“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.

“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”

“Like those tiny beach crabs?”

Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.

You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.

“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”

“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”

“Dramatically sucking your dick.”

You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.

Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.

It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.

You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.

“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”

You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.

You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.

“You want me to punish you or what?”

Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.

“Oooh, fuck…!”

Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.

A later you problem.

Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.

“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”

He grinned, dimples on display.

“Anything for you.”

Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.

His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.

“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”

You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.

Drowning in the pleasure with you.

“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”

You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.

You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.

If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.

Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.

“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”

You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.

“I bought earplugs.”

You silenced his laugh with a kiss.

--

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[unluckyxse7en]

If it helps to add on - I think this is the concept of "suspension of disbelief" almost, just applied slightly differently.

Like normally when people talk about suspending disbelief in media, they mean more immediate and short term and obvious issues - for a loose example, video game characters who can swim underwater log term without drowning. But it also applies in consuming the media as a whole, which a lot of people Don't frame it as.

If you play a video game and are constantly weighing your enjoyment of it based on whether the character holding their breath permanently is "realistic" or not, you're not going to enjoy yourself or the media - and, in an extreme (hopefully Unlikely) case, may even criticize it for, say, not properly showcasing the importance of swimming safety, as a moral mark against it.

But when you're mindful of the media, of the context it's in, it becomes easier to suspend that disbelief, which is what I'd argue just about any fictional media Relies on in order to be successful.

Every work of fiction is just that: a fiction. Fiction isn't enjoyable for its technically correct portrayals of reality. That's not its main purpose in existing. As mentioned above with the Sailor Senshi, it is generally a form of escapism, or sometimes exploration. Sometimes fiction is "if two guys killed each other on the moon would that be fucked up or what". And it leaves the question open ended for the viewer to decide - not because it ISN'T fucked up, or contextually morally grey or something, but because that viewer engagement with the source material - as it's presented - is vital for the success of the media.

But as it's presented is the operative phrase here. The media relies on its audience to understand, based on various context clues - the type of media; the genre; the target audience; the tropes and gimmicks commonly used; etc - when and where to suspend their disbelief.

If you can suspend your disbelief at a talking cat sniffing out magical girls, but not at Usagi being the good guy regardless of her involvement in a fantastical monarchy - then you're achieving the immediate and superficial suspension of disbelief, but failing to be mindful of the nature of the media as a whole from a zoomed out and long term perspective.

This of course doesn't mean you can't be critical or think critically on it - I don't think it's a bad thought exercise to question the portrayal of a fantasy princess as good in its given setting - but it needs to be that. A thought exercise. Not inherently a reflection on the media, but a chance to just picture the two guys on the moon.

And if you find something to be critical of, even with suspension of disbelief and a healthy awareness of the nature of the media - by all means! But many people I think skip those steps of that awareness and suspension, and entirely sidestep it ever just being an exploration of the media in a different way, in favor of painting it as morally wrong. And that's where issues start to arise.

One thing about fandom culture is that it sort of trains you to interact with and analyze media in a very specific way. Not a BAD way, just a SPECIFIC way.

And the kind of media that attracts fandoms lends itself well (normally) to those kinds of analysis. Mainly, you're supposed to LIKE and AGREE with the main characters. Themes are built around agreeing with the protagonists and condemning the antagonists, and taking the protagonists at their word.

Which is fine if you're looking at, like, 99% of popular anime and YA fiction and Marvel movies.

But it can completely fall apart with certain kinds of media. If someone who has only ever analyzed media this way is all of a sudden handed Lolita or 1984 or Gatsby, which deal in shitty unreliable narrators; or even books like Beloved or Catcher in the Rye (VERY different books) that have narrators dealing with and reacting to challenging situations- well... that's how you get some hilariously bad literary analysis.

I dont know what my point here is, really, except...like...I find it very funny when people are like "ugh. I hate Gatsby and Catcher because all the characters are shitty" which like....isnt....the point. Lololol you arent supposed to kin Gatsby.

[notdonesimpin]

It Takes Time ~k.b.~

koutarou bokuto x reader

warnings: angst (but not with bo), fluff (with bo)

synopsis: After breaking up with your boyfriend of three years, you find yourself falling for Bokuto’s antics to cheer you up.

a/n: okay so this started as purely self indulgent and i just typed whatever felt right lol so it’s kinda long. hope you enjoy :)

“We’ve been at this for ten minutes, why hasn’t he cheered up?” Sarukui huffs. 

Akaashi sighs, watching the first years fail to lift his spirits. He’s pretty sure they have tried everything that usually works, but none of it had any affect on him. 

“We’ve got about ten minutes to turn his mood around or we might be doomed. We need him at his best performance when playing Nekoma,” Komi reminds. 

Nekoma… Y/L/N could fix this, Akaashi thought.

“I’ve got it!” Akaashi exclaims, “I’ll be back as quickly as possible!”

He rushes off to find you, leaving all of them in confusion as to what he’s talking about. 

“Y/L/N!” Akaashi yells, running towards you as you fill up the water bottles with the other Nekoma manager.

“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be warming up right now?” You ask and look up at him as you tighten the lids on all of the bottles.

“Are you swapping out this game? Are you supposed to help the other managers with something?”

“I am swapping out, but the other managers don’t have anything planned. We just kind of chat.”

“Good.” He grabs your arm and drags you in the direction of the gym. 

“Akaashi! Why are you dragging me?” You try to keep up so he at least wouldn’t drag you.

As soon as you get in the gym, he rushes you over to his team and pushes you in the direction of Bokuto. 

“Fix him,” he requests.

You look at him in confusion. “I don’t know how to do that!”

“Just do what you normally do! You don’t have to do anything special.”

You huff and walk over to Bokuto.

The team looks at Akashi in confusion as Komi speaks up. “You got Y/L/N?”

“Just watch.”

“Bokuto?” you walk up to him, “Are you okay?”

As soon as he hears your voice, he perks up and looks at you with a wide smile. “Y/N! You’re here to watch me play!”

“Do you want me to watch?”

“Yes! I want you to see how awesome I am! I worked on a crazy good line shot that’ll blow your mind!” He overemphasizes with his body, making you laugh a bit.

“You showed it to me last night during free practice, Bo.”

“Oh yeah…” he pouts for a quick second but then recovers, “But it looks so much better in a game!”

“I guess I can stay and watch. Don’t go too easy on us, okay?” you tease, walking over to Nekoma’s side of the court.

The entire team was in shock by how your presence alone was able to change Bokuto’s entire mood.

“Bokuto has a crush on her,” Akaashi briefly explains, “but she has a boyfriend.”

“Shouldn’t that make him even more sad?”

Akaashi shakes his head, “They are on thin ice right now, so he’s trying even harder.”

“Guys! What are you doing standing around? We have to warm up!” Bokuto yells, gaining the entire team’s attention.

Later that night, you were hanging around Kuroo at his free practice with Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Hinata, and a deceased Lev. 

“Y/N?” you heard the voice of your boyfriend at the door.

Everyone paused with wide eyes and looked between you two.

You sat the water bottle for Lev down beside him as you asked, “What are you doing here, Seijuro?”

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation over text. Can you please come with me?” he requested. You nodded and walked over to him, giving Kuroo a look as you passed.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bokuto started to make his way after you, but Kuroo grabbed his arm. “Bokuto, not this time.”

“What if he hurts her? What if she’s crying?” Bokuto says. They could hear the sadness and desperation in his voice to make sure you were okay.

“She’ll let us know when she feels like it. Let’s practice some more. I promise if she isn’t back in fifteen minutes, we’ll look for her,” Akaashi adds in, managing to focus Bokuto’s attention elsewhere for the time being.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the hill with Seijuro beside you.

“So you did cheat on me,” you started.

“Y/N, really?” Seijuro looks at you with disbelief.

“I asked you two days ago if what Kuroo told me was true. Two days, Seijuro. Instead of just telling me no, you ghosted me and then showed up here. You wouldn’t do all of that if it wasn’t true. I don’t want to believe you did it, and I’ve never thought you would. I’ll ask you again. Did you cheat on me?”

After a few seconds of silence Seijuro confesses, “Yes, I did.”

You could feel your heart ache and your throat close up as the tears began to well in your eyes. You got up with fists clenched, trying to keep your composure.

“I’m done, Seijuro. We’re done.”

You walk away as Seijuro follows behind you with pleas for you to just let him explain. “She didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake.”

“It was a mistake?” You pause and turn to look at him as you spat, “How long did you see her behind my back?”

He became quiet again, but this time it only made you angrier. You shook your head, taking off the necklace he gave you and tossing it on the ground in front of him.

“Three years. We were together for three years, Seijuro. Does that not mean anything to you?” Your voice began to raise with every question you asked, “Was I just an easy lay? Did you ever even care about me? Was I not pretty enough? Not good enough? Was everything you ever promised to me a lie?”

“Six months!” Seijuro cut you off, “And, no. You mean so much to me. I just got caught up because you were focusing so much on the volleyball team, and I missed you. I was selfish and stupid, and I should have talked to you about it instead of cheating.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “You played me like a fool for six months. Would you have even stopped if Kuroo didn’t catch you. Would we even be having this conversation right now?”

“No, I would have figured that what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.”

Your lips were tightly pressed together as you took in this information. “Thank you for being honest. Also, thank you for showing me how much of a joke I am. I hope you treat her better than this.”

“Y/N-Fuck! Listen to me.” Seijuro grabbed onto your wrist, squeezing tight enough for you to feel pain.

“Let go!” you wince and try to pull your arm back. 

As you stepped back, you ran into someone’s chest, looking up to see Kuroo staring Seijuro down. “Do we have a problem here?” Kuroo seethes.

The air was thick as Kuroo stared Seijuro down.

“We’re just talking, Kuroo-kun,” Seijuro grip slightly tightens as he tries to pull you closer.

“Then why does she look terrified right now? Also, I believe she told you to let go.” 

Kuroo’s eyes narrow as a dare for Seijuro to try anything again. Seijuro hesitated, contemplating on if he wanted to make this harder than it had to be. 

“Look at you being her protector. Where’s the other guy? The knight and shining armor?” Seijuro drops your wrist as he steps forward to get in Kuroo’s face.

“Seijuro, please leave. I’ve heard everything I needed to. It’s over between us. It was over as soon as you cheated the first time.”

Seijuro became quiet, backing away from the both of you as he clenched his jaw. You and Kuroo stood there in silence and watched as he walked away.

“Are you okay?” 

You nodded as you looked down and rubbed your wrist.

You walk back to the gym with Kuroo close behind you, putting on an emotionless face as you come through the door. 

Bokuto immediately noticed you and spoke up, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You plaster a quick smile and give a small wave as you help Lev up. “Don’t worry about me! I’m just going to get Lev in bed and probably turn in myself. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

“Okay…” Bokuto says, holding back everything he wanted to ask you.

He figured it didn’t go well since you looked like you were about to cry. Plus, he noticed that you didn’t have the necklace Seijuro gave you on anymore either.

After getting Lev back, you went to the bath since no one was in there and let out silent sobs as you sat in the water. 

You’d never felt so used and useless in your life. Maybe it was karma getting back at you for all the things you did when you were younger.

Maybe you just weren’t meant to find love. You were stupid enough to give everything to the first guy that ever showed interest in you. You’re a fucking joke. You always have been. 

What made you think that being with Seijuro would make it any different? 

You hadn’t realized that you’d been in there for almost thirty minutes until your phone went off from a text.

Bo: *sent a photo* Thinking of doing this next halloween. Opinions?

You giggled to yourself, looking at the photo of a Sailor Moon outfit and imagining Bokuto in it.

Y/N: you definitely have the legs for it lol

Bo: I KNOW RIGHT ;) 

You laughed a little more, wiping some of the tears from your eyes as you waited for his next message.

Bo: did that make you smile? I figured you probably left early so you wouldn’t make us worry. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, finding yourself shocked by his text. 

Y/N: yeah, it did :) plus, you guys don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl.

Bo: I know I don’t NEED to, but I do. 

Bo: want to join me to get popsicles?

Y/N: can you wait 20 min?

Bo: OF COURSE! Meet you outside of your building!

You rushed out of the bath to put on some clothes and meet him outside. 

As soon as you walked outside, he stood up and softly smiled at you. “You ready?”

You nod, watching him jump for joy as he walked beside you. “There’s a store about five minutes away. I hope that’s okay.”

You lightly laugh, “It’s fine, Bo. I needed a post break up snack.”

His eyes widened, “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, kicking a few rocks on the path. “I know,” he mutters, “I can’t imagine how bad you feel, though.”

You shrug, “I don’t even know how bad I feel. I know that I’m upset about why it happened, and I know that I’m the one that broke up with him. I guess it just feels like a fever dream.”

Bokuto nodded, letting the two of you fall into silence for the rest of the way there. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushing you for answers that you weren’t ready to give and you appreciated it.

As soon as you got in the store, Bokuto grabbed a small basket and handed it to you. “Go get your feel better snacks. I’ll get the popsicles and some ice cream.”

“Bo-”

He cut you off before you could respond. “I’m covering it, so don't worry about it. I know you like to eat your feelings when you’re sad. Even though you think you put on a good mask, I can always tell when you’re sad, so please get your comfort food. However much of it you need.”

He walked off towards the freezer section before you even had the chance to respond.

~

The next morning, Kuroo was carrying you on his back to the gym since you refused to get up. 

“Does this count as kidnapping?” you question.

He rolls his eyes, “No, but it will count as a murder if you don’t stop sulking and doubting your worth. He was the one in the wrong, and he is the idiot. Not you. So, I’m not going to let you wallow in self pity. You’re gonna stay busy.”

You mumble out a few curses, “You could have at least let me put on a fucking hoodie before dragging me out here.”

“I will drop you and feel no mercy.”

You pout, “I need a new best friend.”

“Well, good luck finding one.”

You hear Bokuto chant and look his way to see him giving Akaashi a high five.

“Kuroo, why is Bokuto so nice to me?” you question, “I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve it.”

“Being nice isn’t something people have to earn. Do people need reasons to be nice? That’s just the kind of person he is.”

“I know… I just figured- nevermind.”

Kuroo stops and you jump off of his back, immediately going in his bag to steal his jacket. 

“Nope, now you have to tell me,” he snatches his jacket from you.

You let out a huff, “Last night, he took me out for popsicles and bought my snacks because he knew I needed it. Plus, he told me that he always notices whenever I’m upset and hiding it.”

Kuroo laughs as he hands you the jacket. “You are so oblivious.”

He grabs his bag and walks off as some of the other managers call you over before you could ask him what he meant. 

~

A few months later, you were at nationals with Nekoma. 

As soon as you walked in, you heard your name get called.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you! Are you going to watch me play today?” Bokuto questions, practically jumping up and down.

You softly laugh, “Yeah, I think I can be there for the first match before they have to get warmed up.”

His eyes brightened, “Really?”

“I wouldn’t want to miss my favorite Ace playing,” you grin.

“Hey!” Yamamoto exclaims, but you dismiss him.

“I have to help them register, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Bokuto nods as you walk off with a wave.

“Kuroo,” you start, “At the training camp… you said that I was oblivious to why Bokuto paid so much attention to me.  I think I get it now.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow, “You do?”

You nod, “Yeah because I could tell how sad he was that I couldn’t watch his entire game and how disappointed he was that we couldn’t talk any longer. I guess I never really noticed that I’d begun to like him until we were face to face again and not talking over the phone. Does that mean Bokuto likes me, too?”

“Ask Akaashi to steal his other jersey for you to wear and see what happens when you walk in before the game starts. You’ll get your answer.”

A few hours later, you tossed on Bokuto’s jersey over your long sleeve shirt and walked into the small gymnasium to see him.

There weren’t many people in there yet since it was the first game of the day and it hadn’t even started yet.

You leaned against the railing and yelled, “Bokuto! Akaashi!”

Akaashi gave you a small wave and thumbs up as Bokuto ran over to you excitedly. “You made it!” He glances down at your shirt with wide eyes and points.

You feel your cheeks heat up and stammer, “Oh! Akaashi gave it to me! I wanted to support you as much as possible, but I can take it off if you want me to!”

You fumble with the hem as Bokuto places his hand over yours. You look up to see a soft smile on his face as he shakes his head and his cheeks redden.

“Keep it on. You look really cute,” he confesses.

“O-Oh… thank you. I’ll give it to your manager before I leave.”

“No!” he exclaims, clearing his throat out, “I don’t need it today, so if you could keep it on… I don’t want any guys trying to hit on you or anything.”

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi yells, motioning him back over.

“Okay!” Bokuto looks back at you and taps his cheek, “Good luck kiss?”

You laugh but comply, earning a cheer from him as he rushes off. 

You watched as much as you could of his game, cheering him on every time that he made a great play and cheering him up whenever he seemed to get down on himself.

Bokuto noticed when you left, feeling upset that you couldn’t watch the rest of his game; however, he saw your disappointed face as well and decided that he’d keep playing his best game so he could tell you all about it.

At the end of the day, you were laying down on one of the practice gym floors as you waited for the rest of the team to show up when you felt someone poking your cheek. You scrunched up your nose, refusing to open your eyes as you say, “Let me rest in peace.”

“I would, but I kind of need my jersey tomorrow. How about we trade?” Bokuto says with a wide grin as you open your eyes.

You notice one of his old team hoodies in his hand that he never let anyone touch because he didn’t want it to lose it’s luck.

You shrugged off his jersey as you say, “I thought this was your favorite.”

“It is, so take good care of it, okay?” he grins, “Plus, you need something that’s actually warm when we head out.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Head out?”

“The next few days are going to be hectic for all of us, so I figured we should have a little bit of fun while things are still decently calm,” he shrugged, “I already told Kuroo, so just meet me at the by the side gym after your team meeting, okay?”

“Okay…”

He grins and ruffles your hair before rushing off to find Akaashi.

~

Thirty minutes later, you were met with Bokuto’s beaming face. “You ready?” he softly asked, walking up to you.

“Lead the way!”

You found yourselves in a park and sat on the ground to chat about random nonsense.

“Y/N, look at me,” Bokuto requested. You complied, watching him tuck a flower behind your ear with a grin.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Bokuto muttered as his eyes glanced down at your lips and his hand caressed your cheek as he leaned towards you.

As soon as you felt his lips ghost over yours, you pulled back and placed a hand on his chest. Bokuto opens his eyes, failing at hiding his disappointment at your action.

“It’s too soon, isn’t it?” he softly asked.

“Wait, I-” you look down embarrassed, “I’m sorry.” Your hand drops from his chest and onto your lap.

He gives you a reassuring smile, “Don’t be. I should have let you make the first move when you were ready. I just got excited since I’ve never been able to act on my feelings for you.”

“Bokuto, I like you. I really do, but I don’t know if I’m good enough. I wasn’t good enough for Seijuro, so there’s no way I can even be a fourth of what you need. I gave so much of myself to him just to make him happy and it still wasn’t enough to keep him from finding someone better.-”

“I’m not him,” Bokuto cuts you off, visibly becoming upset that you think so lowly of yourself. “You can’t judge what I need based on him, either. Y/N, you are a lot more special than you give yourself credit for.”

“I’m really not…” you mutter, looking away from him.

“I’ve liked you for over a year now, Y/N. If you weren’t special to me, I wouldn’t still want to be the one holding your hand down the street or even coming to a park late at night just to talk because I love hearing your voice.”

You both fell in silence as he laid down to look at the stars. Without thinking, you laid beside him and admired the sight of the night sky.

“You remind me of a star. Without you, my life would be pretty dull,” he looks over at you with a silly grin on his face. 

“Was that supposed to be some corny pickup line?” you giggle.

“Yes, but I meant it. Without realizing it, I began to try to always play my best to make sure I had a good story to tell you. Even just thinking about you during a match would get me really hyped up and I’d play better. I would do anything to never see that pretty smile leave your face.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” He turns to face you, “You are everything I need and more. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t with me because I like you the same when you’re bumming it out at Kuroo’s or Kenma’s house and when you’re glammed up for a girl’s night out.”

“When did you realize how you felt about me?”

As if Kuroo knew where the conversation was headed, you both got a text from him in your group chat.

Ku: Alright, love birds. Y/N’s curfew is approaching. I expect her back in 15 minutes on the dot. We ALL have an early morning.

You roll your eyes as you send back a quick text while Bokuto laughs and gets up.

Y/N: Get a life, Kuroo…

Bokuto extends his hand out to you with a cheeky grin. “May I have the honor of walking your highness back to her temporary castle?”

You grab his hand, letting him pull you up with a laugh. “Only if you promise we can stop for hot chocolate.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he hums and laces his fingers with yours as you begin to walk in the direction of your hotel, continuing the conversation, “I think I’ve always liked you at least a little bit. I mean, it was hard not to like you when I finally met you since you were really sweet. So, when I heard you had a boyfriend, I just kind of brushed off those feelings like ‘as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.’ Then, when you introduced me to him at that practice match during our second year, I just felt that he wasn’t good enough for you. I knew you could do better, and I could be better for you than that pretentious asshat. I guess what really made me realize that I liked you was actually seeing you with him. I was disgusted that he got to touch you and hold you in ways that I never could. I felt like he’d built this wall between our friendship, and I hated him for it.”

“How come you never told me you felt that way about him?” you question.

“How was I supposed to? Was I supposed to tell you that your boyfriend was a piece of shit so come date me?”

“Maybe not in that exact way, but yeah. You’re usually pretty honest, and I trust your judgement most of the time.”

Bokuto dramatically places his hand on his chest with a drastic sigh, “Most of the time? You wound me.”

The entire walk consisted of cheerful banter and jokes, making fun of each other. 

As soon as you were in front of the hotel, Bokuto’s shoulders slumped. “I wish we could hang out a little longer.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out again after nationals are over,” you hum, turning to face him.

“Really?!” 

You nodded and his eyes lit up. You could tell that he already had a million different things to do running through his head.

“I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun!”

Another text from Kuroo came through: Can you guys kiss already and go your separate ways?

“I guess I should go before Kuroo actually storms over here,” you huff and continue, “I just wanted to say thank you for not getting mad at me earlier…”

He tilted his head with a wide grin, “I could never be mad at you! I understand that getting over an ex takes time, so we can go as slow as you’d like. I want you to be comfortable with me.”

You feel a weight lift off of your shoulders as he pulls you in for a hug. You both pull back and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” you grin, opening the door to walk inside.

Bokuto smirks, “You act like you aren’t going to call me in an hour.”

You flick him off, earning a laugh from him as he waves you off and walks away.

“Do you get it now?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow as you walked over to him and sat down on the couch.

“Can you not pry into my love life?” you huff.

“Love life? I was just talking about his crush on you! Are you guys together now?”

Your phone buzzes with a text from Bokuto: the next time we go out, i’m taking you on a date! 

Kuroo peeked over into your phone as you typed a quick reply back: looking forward to it :)

“Finally!” Kuroo chered, “You’re acting on your feelings, and it’s not a shitty guy!”

You rolled your eyes, unable to come up with a witty response since you knew he was right. 

Maybe healing wouldn’t take much longer with Bokuto by your side.

[grey-eyed-menace]

Like A Dame (Snapshots)

Mammon: *trying his best at being casual* ...so, uh, why're you and Flower-Girl in suits?

Sora: *looking down at her watch in vague interest, frowning at the time* Diavolo provided our outfits for the evening, I complied, Mio guilt tripped Lucifer and Satan into providing a mishmash of their clothes.

Mammon: *visibly disappointed* Don't ya still have a bunch of leftover dresses from the other times?

Sora: And deal with Asmo's appraising glare? No thanks, I get enough flack from him as is about my lack of taste in fashion. I mean, fuck the rest of the Devildom, but I live with Asmodeus. I have to deal with that shit, I'm not Mio, I can't just zone out.

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[Pan behind the refreshments where Leviathan, Mio, and Beel have decided to hide out for the night. The latter two of which are currently splitting what looks like to be an entire raspberry cheesecake, and the former seems to be playing a Gacha game on Mio's phone.]

(Luke stumbles upon them, wearing a rather pretty sailor dress, with his hair done up in pigtails. He puts his hands on hips, frowns cutely, and looks down on them in disappointment.)

Luke: Is this really how you spend every event? No variation?

Mio: *casually fork wrestling Beel away from her three claimed slices of cheesecake* Not every event, no. Sometimes, Belphie or Satan join us, other times Levi and I shack up in the coat room, or Beel decides too safeguard the entire refreshment table. There's plenty of variation.

Luke: That's not what I meant and you know it.

Mio: And you're hiding from Phenex, aren't you?

[In the distance, a rather high pitched call of 'Luke!' can be heard as an incredibly pretty female looking aqua haired demon traverses the dance floor.]

Luke: ...*sighs* Can you slide over?

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Sora: So that was Marchosias?

Satan: Yes, unfortunately, it seems she's not incredibly fond of you.

Sora: *blinks stupidly* Not fond? She's my lab partner. If anything, she loves me. It's just... Well, I'm hanging out with the guys she kind of... You know, followed into hell? It's awkward dude. Like... I think I've seen her vault out a six story building just to avoid Beel.

Satan: Truly?

Sora: *shrugs* Hey, a large majority of people avoid their family like the plague, others try to stay connected, and some, like Phenex, decide that they're gonna be said families problem. Whether they like it or not.

Satan: And you? What's your category?

Sora: *without so much as pausing to think* Reluctant orphan adoptee with five siblings, three cousins, and a really fucking weird extended family.

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Solomon: Ah, Diana!

[Solomon rushes over to his old student with a bright smile, clad in a black form fitting dress with white accents, paired with a gold sash, and silver heels. He also, rather inexplicably, has a rather modest set of breasts.]

(Diana, by comparison, is dressed in a rather oversized midnight blue tux with a grey bowtie, and a white sash around her hips, a large spade sewn over her heart.)

Diana: *blinks tiredly, presses a hand to her face, and sighs, preparing herself for an oncoming clusterfuck* Yes Solomon?

Solomon: *grin persisting* I'm calling in a favor, I need you to help me with something.

Diana: *closes eyes, breaths in, and then exhales* ...next time, next time, I'm taking Bridget and Eirny up on that fourth honey moon.

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Spade: Has anyone ever told you that you're infuriating?

Phenex: *humming as they drag him around the dance floor* Constantly, you?

Spade: Only my children.

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[As the party begins to wind down, Mio has decided to briefly venture out from behind the refreshments table, only to come upon a staring contest between Phenex and Simeon.]

(Simeon looks incredibly uncomfortable. Phenex is simply Smiling, it's not a pretty smile, no, it's the smile that got Diavolo to back down from including them and Luke in the butler fiasco.)

Mio: ...do I want to know?

Simeon: *still uneasily meeting Phenex's gaze* No.

Phenex: *still Smiling* It's just drama between siblings, you understand don't you Mio-chan?

(Mio raises an eyebrow at Simeon, then turns to Phenex, and back to Simeon, before casting her gaze to where Luke and the others were at before sighing.)

Mio: Right, uh, well, I'll be leaving then, see you guys at R.A.D. tomorrow, I suppose.

(Mio proceeds to speed walk back to where Beel, Levi, and Luke are without a second thought.)

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[By way of an escaped Lucifer, the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are currently dancing with one another.]

(Mio is leaning against Sora's shoulder, as the latter leads her through the steps of a butchered slow waltz.)

Mio: How's day been so far? Well, I know mine hasn't been the best, Levi stole the last cupcake.

Sora: *sighing* I see you've been dreadfully bored.

Mio: Bored doesn't begin to cover it, I miss the more... Nerve wracking events!

Sora: Mio, we nearly die everytime those events happen.

Mio: Not always! Sometimes I get lucky! I got to hold Mammon's hand during that room by room puzzle!

Sora: ...Lord above *pointedly ignoring the scandalized gasps from passing demons* you two are pathetic.

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[After what seems to be an eternity, Diana and Spade join together on the dance floor.]

(Sora and Asmo watch from by the refreshments opposite to the one Beel, Levi, and Mio are hiding behind, Diana and Spade gliding right by them, completely ignorant of their presence, only focused on one another.)

Sora: *eyes following them* Please tell me you feel like your intruding, please, I don't want to feel alone.

Asmo: *humming, already going about fixing Sora's bun* I don't know why you're hoping to find solidarity with me Sora, I mean, it's cute, but honestly? This just excites me. To see something so intimate and gentle... Ah, it makes me ache for simpler times.

Sora: *whimpers*

Asmo: *pats her shoulder reassuringly*

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[It's the last dance of the night, and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are each dancing with their own prospective partners completely stone-faced.]

(Sora, dressed in a silver suit and black tie, with her hair up in a braided bun reminiscent of Arturia Pendragon, is dancing with Mammon.

Mio, by comparison, dancing with Belphie, and therefore helping support him, is dressed in an odd mishmash of Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan's clothes. A pair of navy blue slacks, a black dress shirt, dark pink tie and white blazer. Her hair is gathered into a short ponytail at the base of her skull, tied off with a red ribbon. Asmo is distinctly glaring at her from where he's dancing with Diana.)

Mammon: What's got you pissed off Girlie?

Sora: *still completely stone-faced* Fate, the world, Phenex's continued existence, an array of things. Most glaringly, perhaps it's the fact that you couldn't ask my cousin to dance so you stole me away from Beel and Belphie?

Mammon: *clears throat, as Sora leads him into an awkward dip* ...right, got me there Girlie.

(Across the floor, Belphie stirs enough to ask a question.)

Belphie: Why're you so stiff? Actually, why aren't you Sora, and where is Beel?

Mio: *pointedly smiling at Asmo as he passes by with Diana before answering* Mammon's a coward, and Lady Rose is genuinely convinced I'm a man.

Belphie: *already drifting off again* Got it...

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[After the ball ends, the brothers and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins proceed with the trek home.]

(Beel has taken to supporting Belphie with his left arm, while Sora, on his right, proceeds to routinely supply him with snacks.

Mio has taken to trying to convince Levi to give her phone back before they arrive at the House of Lamentation, while riding on Mammon's back piggy back style, grin plastered on her face, with Levi arguing hotly about being in the middle of raid on a mobile dungeon game of some sort.

Asmo is on Mammon's left side, mumbling obscenities about Mio's fashion choices.

Meanwhile, Satan and Lucifer are at the back of the pack quietly bickering about something or other.

Phenex, as usual, is stocking the poor 'family' of nine from the shadows.)

Sora: It was a good night, you know.

Beel: *chewing around a candy bar of some sort, and shifting Belphie's weight slightly* Yeah, it kinda was, wish there was more food at the refreshments table though, it was good.

Sora: Meh, I'll take your word for it, all I had was some of that Blood Punch, which... Yeah, not really for me, I think Solomon spiked it with something for the lesser demons.

Beel: Is that why Diana looked like she wanted to drop dead every time Diavolo came by for a drink?

Sora: Mmh, that and I think it was because she was forced to dance with Phenex for most of the night, she and Mister Spade only danced once, even if lasted the rest of the night.

(They silent the rest of the way to the House of Lamentation. At which, they all separate, undress, and promptly pass out, well, except for Levi, who remains with Mio's phone held hostage well until early morning.)

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[The next morning, the household is rather groggy as they make their way down to breakfast.]

Mammon: Last night must 'ave been something else, my feet freakin' hurt.

Beel: You're one to talk, I feel like my ankles are planning a mutiny.

Mio: I woke up in a binder, guys, a binder. What the hell? I thought I wasn't going to be the Dame!

Sora: At least you didn't feel like you were suffocating the entire night, my chest still feels like it's about to cave in, fucking hell...

Levi: *shrugs* I'm actually fine with whatever happened.

Belphie: *head thunks against the table*

(Several moments later, there's an array of notifications from Asmo's phone. Loud shrill beeps are all that make up the next two or so minutes.)

Lucifer: *sighs* ...It seems I forgot about the social media ban, lovely.

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Thank you for responding to my last thingy! I would love to take you up on your offer! But I have a question: do you think that BkDk could ever possibly be canon? We can ship it all we’d like and pick apart the pieces and show how it makes the most sense, but realistically would an shonen jump manga really put in a gay couple? The only well known anime I know with a gay couple is Sailor Moon. 🦊

I fully believe they could do it. I think the relationship between Bakugou and Deku is one Horikoshi truly wants to grow into something deeper than a normal friendship, and I would love for him to take the extra step in making them romantically interested in one another.

While the genre isn’t one for romance in general, when romance is presented, it’s normally heteronormative, but I personally believe Horikoshi could be the one to break that mold. I’ve always seen him as an author that doesn’t really give much of a fuck about what other’s have to say relating to his art, because he draws for the enjoyment of it and because it’s his story he’s telling. 

I think him taking the step to make bkdk canon would really change the game for shounen, and open up a lot of opportunities in the genre for more artists to expand on their ideas. I feel like, because of cultural and societal norms in Japan, things like LBGTQ+ ideas are still very much shied away from, but to have one of the largest shounen manga incorporate a main gay couple would be groundbreaking. 

Obviously, he would receive push back, because you can’t do anything today without it, but I still think it would be incredible and an important feat for the shounen genre to accomplish. 

So yeah, I do think it could be canon, and in many aspects of the relationship, it already is. The only thing about their relationship that isn’t canon is explicitly stated romantic feelings, but their dynamic, their growth, their unspoken feelings of admiration and love, those are all canon things that we’ve continued to witness throughout the manga and anime. 

Bkdk might not be romantically intertwined at the moment, but for us bkdks, they’re the closest thing to a canon relationship My Hero has to offer. More so than any other offered ship in that show. 

[burnedbyshoto]

Usagi and Hito

Kinktober Day 31 ~ kink: seduction

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: cussing, smut

word count: 5,544

a/n: so this is a prequel to Attraction, you don’t have to read attraction to read this!!!! just know that reader and shouto are bitter rivals. sorry its... 8 days late BAHAHAHA. shit forgot to mention usagi means bunny and hito is short for hitokuchi which means bite (NO ITS NOT HITO AS IN MAN ALTHOUGH IT IS HILARIOUS IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL)

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There were too many fucking people in this house.

Shouto’s eyes scanned over the crowds of people that were all dressed up in various costumes and disguises. He shifted as a girl in a “sexy” Danny Devito costume fell into his chest, her delirious and drunken giggles were like nails on a chalkboard to him.

“Whoops, sorry there sexy dark vampire,” she purred as her fingers trailed down his torso.

Yes, Todoroki Shouto showed up to a college costume party wearing a vampire costume. Not being one that interested in college parties, or buying a costume to wear only once, he had a very interesting costume designed. He wore a long-sleeved white dress shirt, the first few buttons were undone teasing his toned chest for wandering eyes. The shirt was tucked into black slacks, the material fitted and tight, as this was his typical formal outfit. He even sported a black cape that Tokoyami happened to have in the back of his closet as well.

Due to the nature of the party, and the fact that Kaminari and Kirishima refused to let him leave the house just like… well… that, his make up was done too. Fake fangs were pressed to his canines, using some of Kirishima’s red hair dye, they had made the white half of his hair red. It was slicked back except for a few locks that fell into his vision. Mina had come over to cover his scar, she had also added a sullen and tired look to his eyebags, contouring his cheeks for the heightened vampire look. They had even given him black colored contacts to make him that much more mysterious. More secretive. Fake blood dripped on the sides of his mouth, and there were puncture wounds on his neck.

All in all, his last-second costume that was arranged from what was in their apartment went rather smoothly. If anything was a testament to that claim was the fact that there was always some new girl grabbing him during every passing song.

Shouto, who was forced to attend this college party on the promise that his friends would drop their teasing about his terribly hidden feelings for y/n, was ready to leave. With a firm grasp, Shouto pushed the girl off of him as he yelled at Midoriya that he was getting a drink.

Pushing his way through the thicket of people, Shouto found himself finally in the kitchen. His eyes looked over the bowls filled with jungle juice, straight up soju, or bottles of other types of alcohol. Was there no goddamn water at this party?

Sliding his fingers against his gelled back hair, Shouto sighed as he made eye contact with a girl dressed in a plain oversized white shirt that read “costume.”

Her face turned red as she was caught staring and her eyes turned back onto the bowls of drinks.

“I like your costume,” Shouto tells her, hoping that maybe he could be lucky and not have to be around weirdos this entire night. Honestly, why was Halloween such a transformative night? Why did people have to take on a whole other alter ego?

“Oh, uh, thanks?” She squeaks looking down at her costume. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m sort of the bartender here.”

“I’m not sure if serving cups counts as bartending…” Shouto admits as he looks at the ladle in her hand. “I’m okay, I was wanting water.”

“Oh!” The girl waves her hands as she laughs. Shouto watches her curiously as she places the ladle down and motions for him to follow her. “I’ll show you where they are so that you don’t have to ask.”

Grateful to get some water in his body, Shouto followed after her.

She walked into a closet and Shouto raised an eyebrow as he followed in after her. He didn’t really need to know where it was, he would be fine after a single water bottle.

The closet door closed heavily behind him, and Shouto’s eyes widened as her body was suddenly pressed against his. Her mouth immediately over his own as she kissed him. Her lips were drenched with the taste of alcohol. Reacting immediately, Shouto pushed the girl off of him, “What the hell was that?!”

“I know you’re Todoroki Shouto, right?” Her mouth whined, and Shouto groaned as he rolled his eyes.

Of course, just another girl interested in his family name, in his physical appearance.

“No. I’m not.”

“I saw you walking in with Midoriya-kun you are, but you don’t know who I am…”

“I’m not Todoroki.” Shouto insists. He wants to get out of this fucking closet, but the closet is too tight for him to move without him hurting her.

“You’re so obsessed about that one girl, y/l/n… do you even know that I have had almost every class with the two of you, and yet… you have only ever focused on her?! The two of you hate each other too!”

“Please let me go.”

“Promise you’ll talk to me in class then! Stop arguing with y/l/n and pay attention to me!”

“I don’t know who you are.”

Shouto manages to get his hand onto the doorknob and he stumbles out of the closet. The girl stumbling after Shouto as he walked away.

That was it, Shouto was done.

He was going back to the dorm.

Shouto stormed pass Ice Princesses, devils, sexy cowgirls, and Sailor Moons.

This “holiday” was a fucking joke, and he was never wrong for hating it.

Shouto’s eyes scanned the crowds of people for Midoriya’s green hair, for Kirishima’s red hair, for the blond hair of Kaminar i— anyone he knew! He couldn’t find them. Taking one last sweep of the faces in the crowd, Shouto’s eyes flickered over a girl by the opposite wall.

Long white hair that fell to the small of her back, y/e/c eyes staring at him through a lacey mask that covered her eyes. Dark red lips paired the brightest smile Shouto had seen this entire night, her makeup looked done. His eyes swept up to see black bunny ears in her hair. Looking down and even though there were crowds of people, he noticed the iconic black playboy bunny outfit. It hugged her body, accentuating the curves of her waist, pressing against her breasts in a way that was only suitable during Halloween. Fishnet tights lined the curves of her legs, and high heels on her feet.

Shouto blinked as he watched her head tilt and quickly realized that he had been caught staring.

He, however, did not panic as he blinked again. There was a red cup in her hand, and Shouto watched as she handed it to a friend of hers as she began weaving through the crowd. Now, Shouto wanted to leave, he really did, but for some reason, he felt trapped where he stood as she drew nearer and nearer.

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You had been enjoying this party so far. Despite the large crowd that came to what was supposed to be a small party, you and some of your other friends (who were surprisingly not your roommates) had found solace in a corner. Each of you had been waiting for the perfect guy to come around, and well, it was your turn. Most guys who approached you throughout the night were not people you wanted to ever try to get at. So you decided to play a little game.

Chicken.

You’d approach the first guy you caught staring at you who didn’t look away.

This redhead was the first to not look away the entire night. Most guys did return their gazes after the fact of being caught, but not this guy. So with a small “wish me luck!” you handed your untouched drink and walked over to this mystery man.

The sounds of hundreds of people talking, on top of the blaring music, by the time you approached this stranger you found yourself raising your voice to speak to him.

“I like your costume.” You said as you stepped close enough to him that your body ghosted against his own. “Where’d you get it?”

“My closet.”

Your eyes looked up at him, with a grin you nodded. “Yeah, I had this in my closet as well, ya know? Trying to not spend too much money.”

Your grin only widened as you watched the man roll his eyes as he too grinned. It was a good fucking look on him as your heart hammered the smallest of bits faster.

“Well, I have to admit it looks good.”

“Damn right you do!” You giggle as you press your hand against his chest. “Now, I don’t think I’ve met you before. Do I get a name?”

“You approached me, bunny,” He smirks at you, and your tongue swipes at your painted lips. “I think you owe me your name first.”

“I only approached you because you were giving me the bedroom eyes.” You tease as your finger pokes against his exposed chest. You stared at his face, there was something oddly familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it given the terrible lighting.

“Well, I guess you don’t get my name.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Too bad,” you pout, but it’s broken by the grin that overcomes your features again. Leaning in closely, you chuckle as you see him bending in closer so that your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. “I really wanted to have something to moan when I get you in bed tonight.”

You giggle as you watch him stiffen and you pull away. Your eyes glisten in your increasing joy at the fact that his eyes are swimming with emotions that looks like he wouldn’t deny you.

“You’re a bit cocky.” He tells you, and you shrug as your arms wrap around his neck. Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re a bit into it.”

He laughs and you can feel his body moving against your own, it’s a pleasant sound to your ears, a sound you want to hear more. God, maybe if you actually got him to fuck you tonight your friends would leave you alone about their theory about you and Shouto needing to fuck for you to be less stressed.

“I actually was on my way out.” He informs you as your hips slowly begin dancing in time with the bass of the song. You feel his hands grip around your hips, his hands repositioning where you were and thus increased the friction.

“Is that so? Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You wonder aloud, your face centimeters from his own.

“Well, there is one thing.” He mumbles into your ear, his hot breaths raising the skin where it hits.

“Mhm?” You whisper, your heart hammering.

“I really want water.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scream, but the soft laughter that hits your ears causes you to smile.

“You’re an idiot.” You sigh as you pull away from him, “Come on! The water is outside. Have you never been to Nejire’s parties before? She thinks that having water in the house kills the party mood!”

Your hand was in his as you pull him outside.

“You’re not taking me into the closet in the kitchen are you?”

You look at him strangely, but only shake your head as you continue walking and sure enough, the water was out there.

You watched in the chill of the night as the man drank the water, your eyes training on his jaw and how it moved with every chug. The costume you had was hot but definitely not practical as your body trembled in coldness.

“You cold?” The man asks you, and you giggle shaking your head.

Being outside you could hear the low timbre of his voice, something that sounded so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Then again, you didn’t know anyone who was a complete redhead except for Kirishima!

“A true hoe never gets cold.” You say without thinking.

His quirked eyebrow sent you into a series of laughter as you tried waving off what you said.

“And here I thought what we had was special.” He sighs as he hands you his almost empty water bottle. “Want some water?”

“I can be a hoe and a prude,” You retort as you take the water bottle, you take a sip before returning it with a grateful smile. “Besides, Dracula, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be this eternal being who kidnaps virgins who don’t even get demon dick. Just their necks punctured.”

“Wow, that was prejudiced. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I’m Dracula.” He teases.

“Well, you’re no Edward Cullen.”

“Are those the only two vampires you know?”

“...maybe it is.”

“That was one more than me.”

You shake your head as you giggle, “Fine, I apologize, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You ask tilting your head back towards the party. “You owe me a dance.”

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to give you a dance.”

“I brought you to the water!”

“Fine.”

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Shouto’s never once thought in his life he would be in this situation.

Yuuei was not a party school, but it was still a university. Parties happened, but in his now third year enrolled in Yuuei, Shouto found himself at the biggest party ever thrown in campus history. But now there was a girl he didn’t know grinding into him as the music of the party drummed in his chest.

Her hands traveled up and down his chest, trailing against his exposed skin. Her hips made soft and wide movements against his crotch. It made no sense to Shouto, she should be off of the beat with how languid she was moving, but somehow — someway — she was in sync with the music and it was making his skin crawl in the best of ways.

Shouto stills against her dancing body as he feels her fingers graze his cheeks.

Eyes wide, he watches as with the pounding music she pulls him down.

He can’t hear her.

Not even a sound.

But he can read her lips clearly.

“Can I kiss you?” She mouths, and Shouto isn’t sure what’s louder right now.

His heart or the music.

But Todoroki Shouto was not a second-place type of man, he wasn’t one to let another choose for him. He pressed forward, his lips connecting with hers.

There was something insatiable about kissing her.

Her soft lips moving in tangent with his.

Her body pressing even closer to his as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tilting heads, gasping breaths, dancing tongues.

Shouto’s fingers dug into her hips, her soft moan vibrating into his mouth.

Her body was soft, her taste was addicting, and she was making his head spin.

Fueled by lust and a raging need to get laid, Shouto found his hands lowering down further down her ass as she ground her crotch into his own.

But as quickly as he kissed her, she was off him.

Her eyes fluttering open, there was a confident and almost sadistic smirk on his face. Her fingers sat on his chest as she kept him at an arm's distance. As Shouto felt himself moving forward towards her, she was already three steps ahead.

Shouto stared at her as she slipped through the crowd, her head turning back around as she beckoned him with her eyes.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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You watched over your shoulder as the mystery man followed you through the thickets of people. Planning well in advance, you slipped through people the man would need to push through. His body demanding, his eyes never leaving yours.

In the kitchen you paused by the sink, it was empty except for a girl who was passed out drunk by the sink. Your eyes fall lazily onto the man as he barges in, his pupils blown as he looks at you. You tilt your head to the side, your arms stretching onto the countertop as he walks over to you.

His steps are long and quick and he has you trapped between his body and the counter. Your head tilts to the side as his lips press against your neck.

His kisses are hot, overwhelming, and dizzying.

His plump lips are sinful against your flush skin. The fake fangs on his teeth only adding to the stimulation he gives you.

But this isn’t it.

You want to drive him crazy even more.

Your hand travels to his pants, palming him softly as you moan at the sensation of his mouth on you.

He’s sensitive and jumps at your touch, and in the two seconds he takes to recover, you’re already on the move.

You don’t walk that fast, but you manage to leave the kitchen before him. The party seems to move in slow motion as you move your way through crowds of people. Twirling around at points when the bass of the song pounds in your blood. Your eyes fall back behind you, and the red-head is still following you.

Climbing the stairs, your hands trail against the banister.

His hand touches yours, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of the fact that his three steps below you.

You don’t quicken your pace, however, choosing instead to stop and turn. Your face is level with his, his eyes concentrated on your lips.

“You planning on fucking me right now, vampire?” You drawl, your fingers pushing against his gelled hair.

“I might be… do I get to know your name?” He murmurs, his lips teasing against yours.

“I think I like you better without a name.” You sigh as your hands rest against the back of his neck.

“Really?”

You don’t answer him, choosing to instead kiss him passionately. Your lips give your answer as you take a step up the stairs backward. Your hand clenches the rail, and his right hand gives you balance as you two climb the stairs like that.

“It’s Halloween,” You whisper as you steer him towards the bedroom. “You can be anything you want to be that isn’t yourself, and you want us to be ourselves?”

Your back slams against the door as he has you pinned to the door. Your lips are denied his as his mouth trails down your neck,

“Call me, Usagi.” You purr as his tongue pressed against your neck.

“Cute,” He mumbled into your skin. Your eyes flutter as your hand grasps the doorknob finally, his dark eyes locking on yours. “Call me, Hito.”

The two of you pushed through the door and it slammed closed behind you. His lips are back over yours, and your hands immediately shoot towards the knot keeping his cape into place.

Hito groans softly as his fingers trace the corset lining to your costume. His hands are hot, the heat bleeding through the fabric as you feel your knees hit the mattress.

His lips are passionate against yours, your jaw drops and your mind spins from the intensity pouring into the kiss. Your gasps seem to stir him on as his hands grasp your ass without fear, your body melting into his grasp as he lifted you up. Your breathing is shaking, your feelings and nerves overload as you put in the same amount of intensive passion into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He mutters as your hands manage to undo his shirt. Your whines escape your mouth as you feel his rippling muscles underneath your fingers. His hands trail down your fishnets, the sensation of his hot fingers against the tights sent shivers down your spine as your hips grind against his. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. When you manage to once again roll your body against his increasing bulge, your mouth opens up as you let him in.

Tongues crash in the middle, they move together in a clumsy yet passionate dance. Neither one of you entirely placing dominance on the other. Moans escape your mouth as he presses your back against the mattress. Your fingers clenching into his hair, his hips grinding more intently into your heating core. Synchronized groans are exchanged in this maddening exchange, his body very receptive to the hair-pulling.

His hands trail down onto the swell of your breasts, they squeeze firmly around the flesh, and you arch into his hands. His tongue furthers into your mouth in your brief distraction, and he trails his tongue everywhere in your mouth. Your increasingly satisfied moans make him chuckle. You watch with heavy lids as he pulls away, his face deliriously close to your own as you pant.

From this distance, you can see that he’s wearing contacts, but the thought disappears as his mouth attaches onto your neck. The fake fangs press softly against your skin making you cry out. It’s the weirdest sensation, but it makes your hips buck up against his. Your body wanting more friction.

The fangs continue tracing against your skin, your vocal praises only seeming to stir him on. You wanted more though, you needed more.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you feel the costume loosen around you, and you watch as he pulls the black fabric off of you. The cold air hits your body, and you feel on edge as his eyes rack your body.

You still have the bunny ears on, the cuffs on your wrists, the tights on your legs, and the black lacy undergarments you wore with the costume. Yet you feel as if you were bare by the way he looks at you. Huffing you push the white wig from your shoulders as you sit up, “Don’t just watch me!” You snap as you remove his shirt, and quickly unbuckle his pants.

“You’re a little bit desperate for someone who was giving me a hard time in the beginning.” Hito chuckles as he helps you remove his clothes.

Your nostrils flare as you don’t try to deny this fact, but as he now remains in just his boxers, your breathing nearly stops.

You really got fucking lucky…

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teases you, and he captures your lips with his own again.

You gasp sharply at the feeling of his toned body pressing against your flush skin. Your hands sliding down his muscular back as were intoxicated with the way his body felt.

“I don’t need a picture of something that I can memorize.” You shudder as his fingers graze the pool of heat in your panties.

“You’re a bit of a brat, Usagi.”

“You’re the one not fucking me, Hito.”

You watch as he hums. His fingers trailing over the curves of your breast and into the valley between them. “So you just want my dick in you? Nothing else?” He asks you, his hands on your panties applying a greater pressure against your pooling heat.

“I can go get someone else.” You tease as your hips pathetically grind into his fingers. He watches as you shift to remove your bra, your breasts spilling free as you stare up at him. He chuckles as he pulls your tights off, and pushes the fabric of your panties to the side, his finger teasing your building heat.

“Such decisive words from a girl who looks ready to fuck herself with my fingers.” He mutters as he sinks two fingers into your unsuspecting heat.

The helpless and needy scream that pours from your mouth makes him laugh.

“Tell me, Usagi.” He says as his fingers slowly pump within you.

Slowly.

Teasingly.

“Do you want my dick in you?”

Your harsh pants keep you from speaking as Hito increases his speed. His fingers curling within your walls stretching you out in a mind-blowing way. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re vastly affected by his intruding fingers, your body violently trembling with his curled appendages.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh my god Hito!” You shriek as your hips slam against his fingers with every crashing movement.

“Look at you, you don’t even need my cock in you!” He muses as his teeth come to bite against your exposed nipples. The neverending noises of approval expelling from your mouth silences at the new sensation. Your fingers gripping onto his hair in silent approval. “And you were going to try and find someone else.”

“P-Please fuck me!” You cry as you try squirming away from his fingers. Your hands desperately stretching out to remove his tented underwear. You watch gratefully as he slips it off, and his cock springs out.

A satisfied and slightly horrified moan escapes your mouth at the sight of him. His fingers removing from your sopping wet cunt as he licks you clean from his fingers. “Maybe I’ll have some dessert later,” He mumbles as he slowly fists himself. “Now lay back and legs out, Usagi.”

He accentuates every word, and you feel yourself heeding his command. Your hands quickly get rid of your panties as you watch him draw near your spread legs. The tip of his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“Fuck me, Hito.” You snap as he continues to only coat his cock with your juices.

He looks up at you, a smirk on his face as he shrugs.

“Okay.”

A shriek crashes through your mouth as he pushes his cock completely into your awaiting cunt without mercy. His girth stretching you out in an unimaginable way. Stretching you out in ways you were not prepared for. Your walls rippling as they attempt to relax and grow used to his size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking big!” You cry as your body trembles as Hito leans forward.

His own head is buried within your neck, his breathing trying to reign back in.

“What never had a big dick before.” Hito cockily rasps, but his words feel powerless as he is obviously affected by the tightness of you around him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You mewl as the painful throb in your pussy lulls and you writhe your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret not looking for another guy.” You command as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something strangely familiar between the two of you, it’s unsaid and you can’t place your finger onto it. But it makes this weirdly comforting.

Hito smirks, small and knowing, and rightfully so as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle and you can only watch behind clenched eyes as he begins slamming into you. Your hips move in time with his. Both of you desperate under your nearing orgasms and this heightened state of pleasure brought by the mystery of this all. Hito’s hands grip your waist. His grip will for sure leave bruised marks as he slams your body faster against his. He’s stretching you out with every move, and by god does he know how to use his cock. His hands shift as they drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this difference stretches you out in unimaginable ways.

His hips crashing into yours is uplifting, and your cries only fuel him on.

Your body feels as if it is turning into jelly as he shifts your two legs over his shoulders. His cock bottoming out into you making your back arch off the mattress as you wail out his name. Hito’s heated fingers press against your throbbing clit. You suppress a wail as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your puffy nerve. Your pussy is clamping down on his hammering cock, not at all slowing him down, and yet he still grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silences as his cock hits the back of your walls, your legs thrashing around as he drilled into you the same way.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Harder and harder.

His cock smashing against your walls until he tilts his angle and crashes down hard against your g-spot.

“HITO!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot. His alias a prayer on your lips as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the mattress, your screams muffled through a kiss as you wrap your arms around him. Even though your legs were on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allowing Hito to drive his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your body bouncing with every single slam. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Hito moan and curse.

“I needa – fuuuuck, baby do that again – I needa come!” You squeak as your body rocks against his own.

“Come for me, Usagi.” Hito sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cock.”

The built-up pleasure in your belly is profuse, it’s built up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the pleasure being too much.

Your orgasm slams through you, your vision nearly turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Hito’s mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm. His fangs digging into your bottom lip as his jaw slacks.

His hips continue slamming into you. They’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt continues clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow numb in his arms, although your hips still continue to desperately roll against his. His breathing is heavy and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” You whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed within you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way as he presses your back onto the mattress again. The protruding veins on his cock creating insane friction against your walls. Hito fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Hito curses loudly as he finally loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time as a heavy load shoots into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your body relaxes as he falls beside you. You whimper as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“You were amazing.” Hito chuckles as he leans down next to you.

“You were too…” You whisper as you look at him.

You don’t remember how the night ended for the two of you, only that you let him fuck you three more times.

Bonus!

“You look like goddamn shit,” Todoroki states as he passes by you on his way to his assigned seat. You watch tiredly as he sits down, and you notice the grey beanie covering his weirdly two-colored hair.

“Great, I was hoping you’d say that.” You smile while taking a chug of the sweet, sweet coffee in your hands. “Unlike you, I had fun last night.”

“Were you scaring kids for money?” He deadpans. “Oh wait, you do that for free and normally, huh?”

You roll your eyes as you simply flip him off.

Your body was way too sore, and your mind was way too tired to handle this verbal war.

“I was up having sex.” You say with a tight smile. “Ya know? Sexual intercourse? In my case where a man and a woman come together to place the penis inside of the vagina? I’m assuming, of course, you’ve only been able to see those pictures from A and P… do you need legit pics?” You taunt.

Todoroki rolls his eyes as he lays out his notebook, “Haha. Besides, I had sex last night too, but I don’t look like shit like you.”

“Don’t worry Todoroki,” You sigh as the professor walks in. “Me looking like shit is a rare occurrence. You looking like shit? That’s an everyday thing, babe.”

Bonus bonus!

“I don’t think I can ever top my costume from last year.” You moan as you snuggle into Shouto’s chest. Your phone in your hands as you look at the never-published photos of your Halloween night. “What’s sexier than a playboy bunny? Literally nothing… OH EM GEE! Shouto, can I be you, but like a sexy female version?!”

Shouto, who had been reading a book, blinked as he looked down at you. “...it’s March… why are you thinking about Halloween costumes?”

“I got a five months ago on this day notification.” You laugh as you show him your costume. “I looked super hot, too bad you couldn’t have banged me that night.” You shift as you feel Shouto freeze underneath you. “You okay?”

“That… that was you?” He asks as he looks at the picture.

“Right?! I was so fucking hot.” You pout as you retract your phone.

“N-No!” Shouto shakes his head as he sits up, thus so do you. “You’re Usagi?!”

Your eyes stare intently into his eyes, and slowly you begin picturing your boyfriend with only red hair, his scar covered, and with dark eyes. “YOU’RE HITO?!”