#this man is so open minded and unhinged that he really will fall for anyone
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lunian Ā· 8 months ago
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falling to realization (which I shouldn't be surprised about tbh) that I really just ship Gale with any companion at this point
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l13 Ā· 1 year ago
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what kinda kinks do you think hobie would have? :33
first of all i wanna apologize for this lazy ass writing i'm just UNHINGED i've seen so many hobie edits my mind cannot take this madness i'm seriously in love with him it's not a joke anymore, like i need him bro, I N E E D HIM
NSFW 18+, MDNI
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ā„ i haven't heard a lot of people say this about hobie but i think he'd REALLY like power exchange, like let my MAN BE A SWITCH PLEASEEEEEE guys please trust me okay hear me out, picture this: hobie laying naked on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you continue to jerk his cock in an torturously slow pace, he's already cum once, so his hips jump every time your fist closes around his tip, and he's groaning, the sound trailing off to a breathy chuckle as he glances up at you, grinning lazily "Y're killin' me, y'know that?" throw in a little nipple play and man's GONEEEE
ā„ definitely and i mean DEFINITELY likes dry humping ohhhhh?>>my god??? literally starts as a joke on the rare occasion he sees you bent over, or braced against a counter or smth, he HAS to come and hump you, and it's fine cause you literally do the same thing to him (you're the one that started it). the first time you did it he had laughed the sound giving you goosebumps as he glanced at you over his shoulder with a tiny smirk "You're mental,". but then proceeds to do the same thing to you every chance he gets. One day, you just rolled your hips back against him and the whole vibe changed. You shivered when you heard him inhale sharply from behind you, and his hands circle around your frame to pull you closer. and then he's thrusting against you hard, his clothed cock rubbing against the swell of your ass making you both moan as he drops his head on your shoulder to pant, "About fuckin' time,"
ā„ random horny thought and not really a kink: he loves fucking you doggy style in front of a mirror, hand holding you by the throat, his fingers skimming your jaw as he tugs you back to him every time he thrusts forward, his other hand holding onto your ass securely as he snaps his hips against you. And then he's pulling at your throat and suddenly your back is flush against his chest, and the hand that was holding your ass travels around to your pussy to circle at your clit. You're both moaning when you tighten up so much around his cock "Look at you," he's groaning, snapping his hips up instead of forward and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as his cock touches that spongy spot inside you, and he's moaning "Yeah? Right there? You're so fuckinā€™ pretty, baby, should be fuckinā€™ illegal," and you're mewling, ā€œYouā€™re so good to me Hobie.. Can feel you so fucking deep inside me oh my God-ā€ ā€œShit- donā€™t say that or Iā€™ll cum-ā€ DAAAAAMN okay i got sidetracked again
ā„ lil bit of a voyeur maybe, he'd take you even at a secluded space at HQ (would first make sure if you're 100% in tho) he'd fuck you against the wall, with his hand over your mouth as he mutters against your shoulder, "Wanna hear you so fuckin' bad.. but we can't, right? Can't let them know how much of a good girl you are f'me.. Ah, fuuck-S only for my eyes."
ā„ CONSENTTTTT consent turns him on so much- and let me explain okay imagine you're just getting ready to suck him off, unbuttoning his jeans, still giggling at his face when you'd said "no, the belts stay on," and then your fingers are finally under the waistband of his boxers and you're looking up at him- "Can I take these off?" and he's so confused bc he's never actually had anyone else ask him that question before "Wh- yes?" and when his cock is finally out in all its glory, and you're licking your lips, you ask again, "Can I touch it?" he can't hold back his smile this time, letting out a giddy laugh, "Baby, 'f course you can, you don't have to ask," idk he just thinks it's the hottest thing ever
ā„ extra crack hc cause it just came to me: imagine him being like "You wanna try slapping me in bed?" and you're just looking at him like he's grown two heads but nod slowly nonetheless "....sure?" and then you actually slAP him like 10 minutes later and he's like :C "That felt personal love, m'feelings are kinda hurt." and you're just apologizing over and over and he's laughing at you- "m just playing wit' you. but yeah absolutely not doing that shit again,"
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marchsfreakshow Ā· 10 months ago
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Bloodthirsty And Lustful [James Patrick March]
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SMUT.
You're a stressed out writer, and came to the cortez, James has been helping you ever since you got here. Now, after a nap, he wants to ask you your deepest desires. Maybe even help you let go.
Warning; this is the most unhinged smut you will ever read from me. This just came out of a dark place in my brain cause of a c.ai chat lol. Thank you to @babygorewhore for being a beta-reader for this <3
Actual warnings!: you like blood. Like, you really like blood. (Reader is really unhinged in this, please bare with) descriptions of organs, bones, skin layers, grinding, switch!reader & switch!JPM, PnV, riding, James lets you take off his neck velvet. Crud smut writing.
18+! MINORS DNI- READ MY SFW WORKS
No one's perspective.
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James peered through the door to see you sitting on the bed, laptop on your lap, head in hands, and a pair of headphones thrown randomly across the room. You looked a mess, and James was worried you hadn't slept enough. Your novel had to be perfect! You needed to spend every moment writing! Every word needed to be up to standard. It drove you crazy and led you to fall asleep right then and there. Everything came crashing down when your headphones broke while taking them off. Instead of freaking out and crying, you just let out a sigh and threw them across the room.
The man stood there, staring at you while you slept, intently watching every unconscious move your body took. He wondered how on earth that odd device in your lap could cause you such problems. Wasn't it meant to make writing easier? Maybe so, but didn't stop the frustrations of wanting to write the next great American novel. It just worried him, and he kneeled by your side. Seeing how you breathed, how you gently gripped the pillow and your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. A dream or nightmare of something that has stressed you out.
"James." You whimpered in your sleep. It made the man jump back slightly before he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting by your side. Worries were overtaking your wonderous dream. James wanted nothing more than to kill who was hurting you in your beautiful mind.
The night went on, and you woke up slowly at whatever time. You couldn't tell, and you also didn't care. James was sitting on one of the chairs, occasionally looking over to you. The curtains were always closed, and the door barely stayed open. Lights were on, but dim. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, and the figure sitting in the chair was blurry. "Love, you're awake." He mentioned when he saw you sit up. You nodded in response. The ghost motioned you to come over, which you obliged despite not understanding much around you. Leather chairs were never comfortable. You were so comfortable in the bed, thinking about how to write, what to write and the deadline.
"What is it, James? I was so comfortable." Grogginess was the undertone in your voice, and you were unable to keep your eyes open. It felt like 2am or 3am. But what a ravishing man next to you. He sat up properly, posture still incredible even after death. Then you were curling up on the cold, leathery, old chair, hugging yourself.
"Dear...I want to talk to you."
"We can do that in the morning."
"No." His voice almost snapped and was rushed. "No...we're alone at this hour." Typical. The night was his favourite time to talk. Sure some people were still awake, but he knew how silent it was at 3am.
"Fine." You groaned slightly. "What did you want to talk abou-"
"Your desires. Your true wants, and needs." Sudden eye contact intimidated you and your sleepy eyes. Cue fiddling with your necklace, your own blood vial. The small amount of liquid rushed around in the vial, caused by your own finger. You never had anyone to do it with you.
You never said it creepily! All you asked your friends was if they wanted to share a blood vial because it was pretty. No one accepted. So you cut your finger. Your pinky on your non-dominant hand. It hurt, but only for a second. Seeing the blood slowly drip out, and the skin layers opening up so quick, it was invigorating for you. Opened up a deep fantasy, and morbid desire. One no one was ever told about. It was a secret to you, and maybe your stuffed animals. Was it that James was asking you to explore those fantasies with him? Impossible unless he could read minds. A secret fantasy like this always hid itself in the back of your mind, never to be found.
James noticed your darting eyes, your fiddling and laboured breaths. "Darling.." He trailed off, feeling your free hand softly, almost too soft. You felt the ghost-like touches (ha-) and your bloodshot eyes met his.
"James, you're..a murderer."
"...Well, yes. I have indeed told you that fact before. In fact, you were not as shocked as others. Humans are fascinating creatures." He chuckled, seeing the humour in your sentence.
Ah, a sentence that put you on edge. They are. Humans, with their layers, complexity. Humans with their need to have attention on them at all times, to create for others. All of it, it was all in your obsession. "Tell me about your interest my hummingbird. Nothing can be too much for me."
"Can I? Can I really?" You asked with a whisper, a slight glint appearing in your eyes. James nodded, and you immediately let loose. A dam breaking in half to bring in a flood. "Human bodies are so, fascinating." Your instant smile was almost manic like you lost your mind when your interest was mentioned.
"Medical shows seldom get it right. Scrubs does. They do it well."
"Have you, ever seen a body in real life? Not on these shows you mention?" James interjected. He wanted to ask you for details of your sick and morbid love for the dead. To see if his erection would get any harder. The thought of seeing you killing or exploring a body, covered in blood made James want to fall harder for you. Your crazy matched his crazy. Maybe more.
"No. It's...a dream though. Whether someone else cut open the body, or I cut them open...I've always wanted to dig around and feel what the organs feel like, hold a bloody bone in my hand..." You then go to bite my nails nonchalantly like you didn't just confirm your want for a morbid and murdering mind. He stared at you, something in his eyes. A sudden need to murder, and a flame of lust for you. Knowing someone shared his deep desires and could help each other, it made him want you more, But hid it with a breath.
"It's so fucking deranged! but the body is so complex. I want to study the tiny nerves and pick out the bones or organs I'm closest to. Having a fully empty body. Maybe even just having a skin and muscle body. It's just so, interesting." A sly smile reached you and almost made you giggle like a maniac. This sudden insanity made James light up.
"Come here." He beckoned you, and you submissively stood in front of him. But not 3 seconds later did he pull you down onto his lap, holding your waist. Gripping your skin, and nails digging into your sides. One more word from you about your loves, and he would have taken you right then and there. "You are, full of surprises my love."
Feeling him under you, you bit your lip and rested your head by his ear. "I bet your ghostly body is the most interesting. I wonder if there's anything different about a ghost body compared to an alive body." You gave in to what he wanted. He wanted to know everything. Every gory detail that your horrid brain could conjure up. Adding to your warm breaths on his neck, you gently traced around his chest, fiddling with his buttons, but never undoing them. Teasing James to hell and back.
James' breathing hitched slightly, before he took a hold of your face, and brought you close, noses almost touching. "Tell me. What else do you want to explore? Please."
You gazed at his lips before meeting his dark eyes once again, "Everything. I want to explode a heart. Maybe even open up organs, and see what makes a human tick. Take out the muscles, and bend them backwards. And, I want to knock open a skull. See what makes a human live. Unravel the brains, read what goes on." While talking, you occasionally moved your fingers to where you were talking, letting your fingers trace James' head and slicked back hair.
He shuddered as you moved around. Both his imagination and yours going crazy. You felt him twitch under you, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in to his lust. This urged you to carry on talking, to dig deeper into the fantasy that you forbade yourself from thinking about. "James?"
He whined out a "hm?" Eyes closed, and hands gripping onto the chair arms.
"give me a fresh body."
"wh.. what?" He spluttered before moving his hands around your torso. The way your soft skin moved in his hands, mouldable like putty.
"cover me in someone's blood. And let me taste the sweet iron on my tongue." The way you spoke felt sensual, and you ran your hands through his hair, the slicked-back threads being thrown in any and all directions.
It simply drove the man insane.
"Your wish is always my command my sweet bird." He was hungry. He wanted to devour your words while they were being choked out of you. He wanted to hear your cries for murder while he fucked you like nothing else mattered. "What, other things do you wish to see? How much depraved insanity can one handle?" James picked you up and almost threw you onto the bed.
First your shirt went, then your trousers. His clothing came next. "I have such an urge to kill. I want to see the way a human body dies." You sighed. His vest went in one direction, your bra went the other way. "How fire burns the skins and the muscles. I want to see a fresh slash open up the layers of skin. I want it all James."
The cold man on top of you hadn't even penetrated you, yet he felt like he was close to an orgasm. Hearing your insane wants and needs so close to his own. Using your depraved thoughts as a way to get him to fuck you was nothing but insanity. Craziness you could only tell him.
"I want to kill someone whilst you're inside of me. Is that crazy to want?" You confessed in a whisper, on your knees and undoing James' belt.
"Nothing is crazy my hummingbird. I'll happily oblige." He took your chin in his hand, doe eyes meeting his. The pure, slightly innocent look on your face made him closer and closer to bending you over and making you feel heaven. You reached your hand up to his velvet, but he hissed slightly and backed away. "Bunny..." He panted.
"I know it's sensitive, but can I see..it sir?" You asked, pressing kisses closer and closer to the wound that haunted James so. He felt frozen. You wanted to see something so, forbidden. Something he never let anyone see. Something that held a memory.
He took a deep breath before pushing his control back onto you. "My... you want something so...forbidden.." and you nodded intensely. He was only left in his velvet and boxers. Something had to go first, it had to be that dear fabric he wore so closely.
"I won't touch it, I promise. I just, fuck, I want to see neck layers, I want to see what nerves you had to cut for this to happen to you." You knew it was an odd choice, but he nodded after a few minutes of silence. He stiffened up as you reached behind his neck and pulled it off slowly. The man couldn't find words to describe the way he felt. Having someone be so, interested and obsessed with the way he died, almost wanting to have sex with him because of the fantasies they denied.
Your deep breaths felt warm against the cold cut, and you spoke before James had a chance to tell you to stop. "Oh, James. Oh, this cut is magnificent. So many layers..how much blood spilt out..?"
The question threw James off a bit, but nonetheless, he was happy to answer, getting closer to fucking you at every point. "More than you could imagine." He left his fingertips resting under your chin.
The words that left his lips almost tipped you over the edge, and you forced James to lie down on the bed. You were, once again, on top of him. This time, tugging at his boxers, and moving your own underwear to the side. Everything hit you like a freight train and you couldn't hold back anymore. Degenerate, depraved, blood fuelled sex. It was what you needed. To be filled by a killer you wanted to kill with.
Two pairs of hands unable to sort and fix themselves in one place, they had to move, they had to grip, scratch and trace. Two pairs of eyes focusing on eachother, unable to look away from the bloodlust you felt for the other.
It was rough, fast and hard. He moaned out for you louder than he had ever been before. You whimpered his name, desperate for a quick release. There were no other noises other than your lewd moans, until you stopped all of a sudden.
"Darling.." James whined slightly. Eyes slightly erratic, you held his face in your soft hands.
"I need you James. I need you eternally. To see you covered in the deep red of blood." The utmost eroticness of your words almost earned you a 'fuck' escaping from your partner below you.
Almost.
Instead he groaned, slapped his hands to your waist and thrusted upwards over and over. It was careless, but hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, letting your eyes nearly disappear up into your head. Moans were practically screams.
The thought of seeing you covered in blood, waiting for him to take you made the man desperate. Everything everyone else couldn't be. He was getting close and even more desperate for both you to come at the same time. It drove you over the edge as you finished faster than expected, and you sort of wrapped your hands around James' neck, then laid down the best you could while he was still inside you. He chuckled darkly and thrust inside of you once more, earning an almost pornagraphic moan from you.
Feeling paralyzed, you adjusted yourself so you were simply just laying ontop of James. Silence was the best sound at that moment, and he kept his hands placed on your waist. "Mine." He smiled against the crook of your neck.
"Especially because of my deranged, bloody thoughts?"
"Especially because of these beautiful thoughts you have."
You supposed James was your murdering partner now, and would help you fulfill the fantasies you desired for. A gentleman, yet a physcopath who used the bodies of those he killed. Everything about him shouldn't be so, handsome and you shouldn't want him the way you do. But a murdering gentleman is someone you couldn't refuse.
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ladzwriting Ā· 4 months ago
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incomplete thoughts about episodes 2 through 6 of House of the Dragon season 2
episode 2!! the acting in this yelling scene after the murder is so fucking good
Otto looks like "the consequences of several poor decisions will now play out in sequence"
Rhaenyra is like, "wow, everyone was right about my unhinged uncle husband, i should've listened" (babe, your husband is a sliding door, no hinges)
Daemon, that's a PRETTY BIG FUCKING MISTAKE, BUDDY
Criston and Alicent match each other's freak (Catholic guilt)
oh is this season going to be the season of mommy kink?? i think this season is going to be the season of mommy kink
Otto "I have made so many mistakes" Hightower: to get fired from a job once is unfortunate, but getting fired from the same position a generation later is quite silly
(no, but seriously what is this man up to? he fucked off from King's Landing and has not been heard from again)
Otto Hightower is the most done man, he is so finished with everyone's bullshit
Mysaria!!!!!! I love her
Alicent "the consequences of several mistakes will now play out in sequence" Hightower
Simon Strong has no desire to throw arms against Daemon, and TO BE FAIR, valid
i got nothing, i just like all the women and the diversity of responsibility bestowed upon them
the peas and poison exchange is good comedy
oh I love Daemon haunted house hours
NEW GIRLFRIEND?!?! (Alys Rivers)
sorry Rhaenyra, you can't yuri your way out of this one
"do you think me capable of such naked deceit?" no, Alicent, but this isn't the first time you've misread a situation
Daemon is too busy being psychologically tortured to send ravens
lamprey pie?!? even Larys is like, "babe, I know you're lying"
Daemon, please don't drink the strange draught from the woman who just told you she's a barn owl...never mind
I think Criston has been dethroned as stupidest man, that award goes to Gwayne now
Vhagar is just a kitten the size of a building
"whose dragon is that??" G W A Y N E JFC
OH DRAGON BLOOD IS HOT?? this fight choreography is so rad
brain is going full "hell yeah monster fight, let's go monsters"
RHAENYS DO NOT JFC
honestly, I'd probably defect if I saw multiple dragons falling out of the goddamn sky, like that should NOT be happening, fuck this entire thing
also no one should be surviving these dragon fire fights, that's too much heat, as fucking metal as they are
hey cole, how are you going to explain that one to your liege? (nice touch having him be really fucked up by what he saw on the battlefield)
yeah, I'm with the smallfolk on this one, fuck that, dragons should NOT be decapitated like that
that canNOT be good for anyone involved
Daemon: "show them your worst"
this is going to go SO WELL (it goes as expected)
Aemond is trying so hard not to volunteer himself for regent, bless him
the currency of orgasms has no place at this council table, much to Alicent's chagrin and disadvantage
"the smallfolk will notice the king's absence"
uhā€¦sure big if true :]
"our fear lies in Vhagar" I DO NOT BLAME THEM
oh my god, they are just straight up eating on a door
idk if they (Daemon and Rhaenyra) are going to finish that last conversation šŸ„“šŸ„“
I'm so curious what that character returning means for likeā€¦anything
I will also point out, it's been like 3 episodes since we heard about the triarchy and that's good, that's when the writing works
the writing works when they're not pretending there's this grand external threat that isn't the madness and ambition within
also it's really cool how most of what's depicted in the opening embroidery has come to pass, I like touches like that
OH I SPOKE TOO SOON ABOUT NOT BRINGING UP THE FUCKING TRIARCHY
I'm going to lose my marbles if it comes down to Caraxes and Vhagar
Alicent earns the restraint MVP award, wow
I was wondering how Daemon chose to remember Viserys, and that's definitely it
Daemon has gone full gothic heroine, full babygirlification
is Alys free on Thursday when I'm free on Thursday so we can hang out when we are both free on Thursday
this liturgical fete for being acknowledged by a dragon is such good worldbuilding
oh this dragon thing is definitely going to go in the same way that like, some kitty tummies are a fucking trap
IT'S A TRAP.gif
MYSARIA I LOVE YOU
"do you take me for a fool?" Aemond, Larys is taking you for a teenager (I typed Varys initially, and man, I miss him)
omg the baby dragons šŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗ
I want to go aboard a ship called the Gay Abandon
Rhaenyra deserves to strike whoever she wants tbh
oh I LIKE THIS A LOT (not the part I know is coming, the bit with the provision boats)
whispering who the fuck is Daeron
ok but wouldn't it have been safer to stay in the high sept during the riot???
Rhaenyra, you can become a man if you want to!!
omg of course she goes in for a hug first, USELESS
idk if this is the yuri that will fix Rhaenyra but I'm glad this is the yuri explicit :] :]
I think the thing that keep nagging me about Jacerys Valeryon is that he looks like a thrifted Timothee Chalamet in Dune
all right, onto tomorrow!!
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berrypass-de-murdler Ā· 2 months ago
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2 - 22 The Reds Arrive
Bru 0 places have the board game within 100 miles of me and it won't even let me order it online ToT
WHY
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I need to cure myself with this grade-A French cheese...
yes, that's so nice.
DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!
A bunch of Reds appear!!! Lady Violet screams.
VIOLET: EVERYONE, FOLLOW ME, QUICK!Ā 
Logico and ALL the guests burst out of the building. But a troop leader is marching their way, followed by dozens of human soldiers andā€¦ Comrade Champagne and Cosmonaut Bluski!
LOGICO: What the fuck? VIOLET: LOGICO, GET OVER HERE!Ā  LOGICO: What are you two doing, trying to kill us?? BLUSKI: Weā€™re communists. CHAMPAGNE: Yeah man, you really gotta try reading the descriptions. VIOLET: LOGICO!!!
Gico finally obeys Violetā€™s screaming.
VIOLET: One of the guests is missing!!
Everyone panics and looks around. Bluski looks over a cliff.
BLUSKI: You mean that guest?
A human is impaled on the rocks and slowly seeping offā€¦ they fall and are eaten by sharks!
LOGICO: Ew! That couldnā€™t have been an accident. Everyone stop the raid - I have a murder to solve! VIOLET: [sputters]
Troop leader Sargeant Gunmetal is in the way.ļæ½ļæ½
LOGICO: Excuse me, Iā€™m trying to solve a murder. GUNMETAL: Iā€™m trying to kill some civilians. LOGICO: I think my job is more important. GUNMETAL: May I kill you now? LOGICO: Absolutely not. GUNMETAL: Iā€™m taking that as a yes.
He raises a gun and fires at the tiny man a bunch! But thanks to plot armor, heā€™s okay.
LOGICO: Just fantastic! Now I have to dodge ACTUAL bullets on the job. VIOLET: LOGICO HURRY!!
One spark hits Champagneā€™s cigar, and it explodes, sending him backwards into a rosebush!
CHAMPAGNE: FUCKING ASPHALT! BLOODY CHRIST!
He jumps around in pain.
CHAMPAGNE: WHO DID THIS?
A human soldier laughs obnoxiously. Champagne clocks them on the head. Double murder! But Logico needs to deal with the 'more important' one for now.
Irratino is running around the room in a frenzy.Ā 
IRRATINO: LOGICO!! Oh, heā€™s there, heā€™s there, heā€™s there, what can I do, I canā€™t do ANYTHING!Ā 
He turns his phone on to a meditation app.Ā 
APP: Hello. Welcome to a world where you only need to focus on your own mind. IRRATINO: FUCK YOU, PHONE! [throws it across the room] I NEED TO WORRY ABOUT LOGICO!! That dumb island! Itā€™s holding him prisoner!...
He looks determined.
IRRATINO: I KNOW WHAT TO DO
Logico determines the killer as Gunmetal, how shocking.
LOGICO: VIOLETā€¦ COULD YOU GET THESE ā€˜REDSā€™ TO LEAVE? VIOLET: UM, NO!!! LOGICO: Worth a shot.
He waddles after her and they head into a secret maze passageway.
The end!
FINALLY. I need some character to design or I'm gonna lose my mind.
Also I'm (obviously) trying to collect cartoon murdle art, SO... if anyone happens to have some non-human OCs they'd like drawn I'm open for art trades on all sites :3
PLEAZE LET ME GET THE GAME I DON'T EVEN LIKE BOARD GAMES I'M JUST UNHINGED FOR ANYTHING WITH LOGICO ON IT
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The power of Goat Lord compels you!
See you next time murdlers!
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reanbowful Ā· 2 years ago
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i have a thing for hickey.. so what about reader loves to leave hickeys on them (anyone u like) whenever she can *wink wink
Oh I got you bb. I got you šŸ˜‰
*I was looking forward to write this lmao
ā€œwhatā€™s that on your neck?ā€
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if you like to leave hickeys on them
*nsfw content
(ben, alex, gerard, jake, donald, wolf, dean)
ben park / park humin
Hmm I feel like this guy wouldnā€™t mind at all. In fact, he would wear it proudly. He doesnā€™t even wear his uniform properly, so it would just display your work for everyone to see.
Ben is the type of guy that if he likes someone, he will go along with any of their whims. AND enjoy them.
So if youā€™re a wild one and you wanna make out behind the school auditorium, heā€™s down.
Ben also has little to no shame, he wouldnā€™t really care if he got caught. But, he would care if YOU got caught doing this with him.
ā€œBabe, are you sure this is okay?ā€
You gave no answer, pulling him by the neck to connect your lips into a deep kiss.
Surprised, Ben stumbled through his steps which made you fall back straight onto the wall. He made sure to put one of his arm there for leverage, as you gasp from the sudden contact.
Ben is.. an unexpectedly good kisser.
Heā€™s also into intense intimacy, so heā€™s quite sensual.
His hands would roam around your thigh and your waist as you press your bodies together.
Pull on his hair if you want him to move his head, he likes the slight rough treatment.
When you begin to leave your marks on him, you can give him gentle grazes through your teeth. Heā€™s not a loudest guy ever, but it will make him gasp. (I imagine him being a breathy, grunting type?)
After you guys are done, Ben would go back to class. Completely unhinged with the way his hair is all messed up and his reddish swollen lip.
The rest of the group would probably stare in disbelief when they see the numerous purple on his neck just displayed out in the open.
alex go / go hyuntak
I feel like with Alex, heā€™ll be one of the more conscious person on this list. He will subtly try to cover them up if he knows you left them.
So hereā€™s how it usually goes.
You guys are hanging out at your house, it was during the weekends so he stayed over for the night.
From the time that he arrives until you guys have to sleep. Absolutely pg. He wonā€™t even give you any weird looks or drop any hints or anything.
Just purely fun enjoyment. Watching movies, eating pizza, etc etc.
But when you both slip in bed. Well..
You begin by pressing your body close to him, or tangle your legs together so that he will turn his body towards you.
Man, Alex will be those types of guys who will move your hair strand behind your ear before he kisses you.
Unlike Ben, he kisses very delicately.
His hands would stay mostly on your face. If you move your body up to straddle him, heā€™ll wait until you lean in to touch you again. Otherwise he just kinda awkwardly let them fall? Idk Alex is weirdly bashful about touching you.
So now thereā€™s 2 scenarios.
If it doesnā€™t lead to sex or if it does.
If it doesnā€™t, he will most probably remember in the morning to cover it up with a hoodie or something.
If it does lead to sex, I think he will be too tired to even remember.
He would be half-asleep walking out your bedroom one day to see your sister, eating cereal on the kitchen counter.
ā€œDamn, Alex. She really mauled you, huh?ā€
Instantly awake, he would run to the bathroom to check on himself. Absolutely horrified that YOUR SISTER had just seen the numerous love bites on his neck.
He wonā€™t come out until your sister knock on the door, laughing loudly telling him she was just joking.
gerard jin / jin gayool
I think it depends on where you put the hickeys.
He probably wouldnā€™t like it if you put them like too high up his neck that he canā€™t cover them (since he has to work and stuff). So if you like to leave marks, probably do it around his chest and collarbone area.
Gerard is slightly conservative, so donā€™t expect he will do anything intimate with you outside of private settings.
Heā€™s pretty damn tall so you will probably have to sit on top of him or lay in bed together to even leave hickeys on him.
Gerard kisses slowly and romantically. He wants to enjoy the moment with you at times like this.
You can pull on the hem of his shirt upwards if you want him to take them off.
Honestly, his body is a sight to behold. (hehe I know he has a nice bodyšŸ‘Œ)
When you start licking his neck, he would hint for you to go lower.
ā€œTeddy asked me about the mark yesterday. It was- Ha.. a bit embarrassing to explain.ā€
You raised your brow at him, smirking as you lean in to connect your lips together. He would, like Alex, brush your hair away if it obscures your vision. Hands going to your ass and your back to try and push you closer to him.
When you begin to suck onto his skin, he will hold you by the back of your neck. Rubbing small circles onto your lower back.
All in all, he really doesnā€™t mind as long as he doesnā€™t have to go out/have work. He actually find you marking him quite relaxing.
jake ji / ji hakho
I feel like Jake would be embarrassed but secretly like being marked.
He would try to subtly cover it up, but if someone notice then thatā€™s that.
I imagine Jake to be someone whoā€™s a bit shy(?) in initiating anything remotely intimate. BUT, heā€™s also curious about it.
So he wonā€™t be as bold as Ben, but heā€™s still down to explore a more risquĆ© scenarios with you.
This one is a surprisingly bad kisser ngl. Well not like bad bad, heā€™s just somewhat awkward. So you have to lead him.
ā€œJake, relax.ā€
Start with slow kisses, give him feathery touches to ease him into it while riling him up at the same time.
I would say to not straddle him. Rather, just sit like next to him. Like really closely.
Jake finds the ā€œinnocentā€ gesture in such a not so innocent setting a bit of a turn on.
Once you leave your marks on him, take a few buttons off of your uniform and ask him to do the same to you.
Man would blush like crazy, but heā€™ll be more than happy to leave his marks on you too.
Now, while he does try to cover the marks you give him. He also likes it if you put it like high up. Where everyone can see.
Itā€™s a bit of a dilemma with him honestly. He likes it but doesnā€™t like it at the same time.
donald na / na baekjin
Idk if you guys would agree, but I donā€™t think Donald likes hickeys very much. Like out of everyone on this list, I feel like he would be one who would genuinely not like it.
However, if you do leave them on him, he wouldnā€™t really say anything.
I feel like this scenario could only happen with Donald is you guys are once again, having sex.
Because I just canā€™t see him letting you suck on his neck while heā€™s at the office. And if you guys are at home, then with Donald, it would more often than not, lead to sex.
With Donald, he would still be on top of you when it happens. You could kiss him and pull him in, before going to his neck.
Heā€™s good at kissing. Idk how to explain it, but he has good techniques lol.
He would let you do it. But he wonā€™t be showing it around honestly.
Not that heā€™s embarrassed or anything, he just doesnā€™t want people to know that he has a partner. Since being the leader of the Union and all, you could get targeted.
Now while Donald doesnā€™t like to receive hickeys, he sure does love giving them.
He would leave them everywhere, on your shoulder, your neck, your back, everywhere.
He loves seeing his work on you the minute he wakes up in the morning. And if you guys keep a mirror around, seeing the matching smaller teeth marks you put on his chest, he might find himself being more okay to getting hickeys in the future.
wolf keum / keum seongje
I think I mentioned this before in the love language prompt.
Wolf has a thing for napes. He thinks theyā€™re quite sexy. Especially if youā€™ve just had sex together and you move your hair away to reveal your bare back. Heā€™ll be ready to go all over again.
So, really. He sees it as a total win if youā€™re into giving hickeys.
Like Dean, Wolf would also wear it in the open. He just doesnā€™t bother to cover them up. Not that anyone would dare say anything about it honestly.
It started when your friend told you about the supposed ā€œbugā€ bites on your nape and shoulder area.
ā€œY/N, are you okay? It looks like something bit you here.ā€
Oh something did alright.
So during one of your ā€œsessionsā€ with Wolf in his room, you brought it up.
ā€œWolf. Let me leave marks on you as well.ā€
He would stare at you. Shrug. Then walk over to you giving you a deep kiss.
Wolf, I feel like would be a bit of a rough kisser? Not so rough that heā€™ll hurt you or anything. He just has a really strong desire for you and acts mostly on instinct.
Heā€™ll pick you up and sat you on his lap. Pulling away his shirt so you can have a better access.
Since youā€™ve never really leave marks on him so far, Wolf noticed that you are a little bit awkward. Not knowing where to suck on.
ā€œJust do it how I usually do, noona. Iā€™d get turned on by anything you do.ā€
After that moment, you became addicted to leaving marks on him.
Whenever you do, he would just sit there silently stroking your hair. And if you move to a particularly sensitive spot, he will grip your hair just a tad bit tighter, gritting his teeth.
dean kwon / kwon hyukjin
Isnā€™t it so perfect that he has a tattoo on the side of his neck? (I was literally thinking abt writing this prompt after seeing his tattoo)
Kiss. That damn. Tattoo.
Dean doesnā€™t really care if you leave your marks on him. He wouldnā€™t bother to cover it up but itā€™s not like heā€™s particularly really into hickeys either. He just.. doesnā€™t care.
Like you could literally be licking and sucking on his neck, and this man would be completely unhinged. Reading his book, playing a game, and such.
But that all changes if you guys are having sex together. Dean will be much much more responsive and he can be quite loud too(?)
This man is another rough kisser. Arguably even more so than Wolf. Because I feel like with Wolf, heā€™s more passionate than he is rough? With Dean, heā€™s just rough rough.
Mister gives off huge dom energy.
I think he would like the feeling of being bitten more honestly. Do it as heā€™s about to come on his shoulder, right below his flower tattoo.
Since his shirt necklines are quite low, it would be very visible. Your teeth marks on him.
He likes the idea of it tho. That youā€™re possessive enough of him that you would leave your trails on his body.
Itā€™s also a convenient mean to drive annoying pursuers away when he subtly adjusts his shirt to show the marks.
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SHE LOOKS SO SWEET . like candy , waiting to be unwrapped . her cheeks flush and she's STAR . at the end of it , that's all he can think about . this is the same woman he's watched day in and day out for months . the same woman who seems so quietly sure of herself . who takes care of herself because she's never had anyone else to really , properly do the job . his smile slides up , lopsided , at the way she teases out the stop . so playful . so STAR like that he wants her to say it a million more times . his heart aches with what it feels for her , for the way she makes him feel so INSANE yet collected at once .
when his eyes move downward , traitorously , he sees her hand against his clothed length and he lets out an almost growl . she looks so good . she looks like she belongs here . he wants her hand to stay on him forever . wants to feel her fist him , move her hand up and down , slide it down her throat , pump it in between her legs and watch her back arch , her mouth open , her legs spread . . . . he is a STARVED MAN . he can not stress this enough . the repetition of her words makes him lick upside her neck , fingers splaying out against her thigh in appreciation . his eyes squeeze closed , envisioning exactly what she's saying . his cock disappearing inside of her , the way her warm tightness will feel . the way he'll gasp against her ear and beg to keep going . the fact that nico wants nothing more , wants to do it right this second . he is a man UNHINGED . " you're so good . " he whispers , right against the shell of her ear , voice wanton .
NICO PULLS BACK just slightly , to look at her in slight amusement but slight questioning . he's not quite cocky enough to assume the condoms were bought for only him , but he doesn't know why else she'd say it . in his mind, there's a line out the door for star . how could anyone look at her , think of her , be with her for two seconds and not desire what he wants ? " ssh . " he whispers out soothingly . " ssh . it's ok . i'm gonna take care of you . " and nico means it in every sense of the words . he's always meant it , but tonight ( and last night ) it deepens the meaning . it changes EVERYTHING . THE WAY SHE EYES HIM makes nico feel more bare than he is . his pecs tense , as if expectant of her gaze , his own eyes following hers as they ripple down his body . he can't help but capture in his brain again and again . she's a sight he'll never get tired of seeing . nico moves closer , his hands falling to her thighs , her legs , her ASS . he squeezes her , as he cups her , then pulls her legs up and up , just as he stands , wrapping her legs around his waist selfishly . her warm core , wet , stains across his belly and nico is immediately leaning forward to kiss her again , his lips burying themselves against hers . he can't even think about her room , her condoms , him inside of her - he has to distract himself , even as his cock pokes at her . he blindly stumbles , one hand moving off her ass to feel around . he knows her apartment well enough that he can navigate to her bedroom which is immediately different from his own . he squeezes her tighter against his middle before releasing her onto her bed , his other hand moving to his underwear in quick succession , yanking it down to let his cock spring free , and kicking it away . his hunger is UNSATIABLE now . his heart is pounding so hard that he wonders if she can hear it . he crawls up to her , before reaching to her drawer , his eyebrow quirking up again at the mass amount of condoms he finds . " expecting more visitors ? " nico means it as a tease , but also in true curiosity . they haven't spoken about this . them . he knows its unfair of him to want more , but he does. he wants everything from her . his mouth attaches itself to hers , tongue and teeth and lips and saliva . he's suddenly acutely aware that they're both naked and if he brought his lower half to meet hers , he may disconnect altogether . " star , i - " his words are hoarse , desperate. " you have no idea how much i've been wanting this . " YOU .
star flushes at his compliment. can't believe she can feel so shy when she's happily naked for him, but he calls her beautiful and it makes her chest bloom with a different kind of warmth. the kind that makes her grin, bright and wide, and want to hide her face in the crook of his neck all the same. takes in how he looks at her, rakes over her body. has never felt so pretty in her life. "stop," she quips in coyness, doesn't want him to, but doesn't know how else to react. isn't used to feeling so wanted, so attractive to the person she wants. he makes her feel sexy.
her walls are squeezing around thin air every time nico thrusts into how she's rubbing him. is pleased that he's reacting to her so positively, can only hope he keeps doing so when they continue this. she'd never felt desire this intense, this thick, and she can barely find coherent thought between it all. "fuck me please," she repeats, a lot more crudely this time, finds more and more confidence in his encouragement. gasps, delighted at the slight roughness in his touch. "want your cock inside me." watches keenly between his eyes and how he's stripping himself for her. licks her lips and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip at the sight of him, at the sight of her palming at his erection. ( wants nothing but to see it in its full glory. )
"yes, in my bedside drawers." follows his lead, his pace, is eager to match him for his pleasure as much as her own. "bought them . . . just now." the confession leaves her lips easily, can't bother with holding back anything now, not after dressing how she did and asking him for his dick. ( she'd ran down to her local bodega and bought maybe a few too many packets out of fear she didn't know his preference. ) star's eyes widen when he finally pulls off his shirt. can't even appreciate the planes of his body and the tattoos she spots before he pulls her to him. can't even complain because it's euphoric, the feeling of their skin pressed together finally. heat against heat, feeling his arm tighten around her, feeling safe and needy all the same. wants to feel like this all the time "i love it." the words come out in a whine, every nip at her skin making her physically tense, his question a no brainer. nico's kisses are leaving her breathless, making her squirm in his lap . . . but she manages a response between breaths. "yes . . ." gasps when he finds a sensitive spot, right in the middle of her neck. "yes." ( she wants to be fucked however he wants no matter what it is, truthfully. )
byeol adjusts herself so she can be carried ā€” sadly has pull her hand away from his erection as a result . . . but once she scoots and wraps herself around him, she's suddenly pressing her swollen pussy onto his clothed hard-on and her brain short circuits all over again. "nico, quickly. please."
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your-mom-friend Ā· 3 years ago
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So I've been watching Assassination Classroom
Dear fuck I need to stop my exams are like 2 days from now
anyway y'all know how it is. Long post so buckle up
-I was pretty skeptical to watch it but my sister convinced me
-I love it so much
-I've just finished season 1 and I have opinions
-The whole series really hinges of Korosensei just deciding to teach a class for no reason huh. Like I feel like if they tried to logically answer "why does an octopus intent on destroying Earth want to spend the last year dutifully teaching middle schoolers?" the whole show would fall apart
-and I love it
-The opening scene of them firing on him as soon as he entered was iconic
-Really didn't like Karma at first. Kinda unhinged, even for this class. Especially when he tried to jump off a fuckin cliff what the FUCK Karma. I know the saying is "Karma's a bitch" but I didn't mean it like this.
-Nagisa. My son. Please protect him. I love him so much. The only one with a brain cell to record weaknesses.
-Damn I kinda...really don't like Irina. Like idk if that'll be a hot take in this fandom but what the fuck. Why would you try to seduce a middle schooler. Why kiss his brain out. What the fuck lady. I don't give a shit about you being a trained assassin part of that is reading a room and this room certainly wasn't spelling out "seduce the nearest child for information"
-Like I know she isn't a bad person and is a professional when she needs to be but I can't get over that initial thing. I might be biased but whatever.
-Also, Karasuma. 10/10 character. No flaws. Absolutely perfect. He's their dad. He gave them all a number to call in case they needed anything. They've al individually, without any input from anyone else, made the ringtone "You are my daAD, BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE" This is canon because I said so.
-I headcanon both Karasuma and Irina as aroace just in different directions. Karasuma does not want a relationship, romantic or sexual, and just wants to live life as simply a tired dad to his assassin children. Irina also doesn't want a relationship, she just uses that to seduce everyone and she doesn't have to worry about catching feelings.
-The vibe I get from Irina trying to seduce Kurasama is the vibe I get from Teruhashi and Saiki. Only obsessed because he won't pay attention when everyone else pays too much attention, then develops feelings for who they are.
-I think my favorite part is how much almost everyone's heart is in the right place. And how everyone comes in with this clear-cut mission and goal and Korosensei just kind of...teachers them into being compassionate and letting loose. Karma. Ritsu. Karasuma, Irina. Almost anyone.
-Have I mentioned how batshit insane it is for the government to be like yes. We can't kill this unkillable creature that blew up the moon. How about we let him teach a class of middle schoolers, since he's gonna kill us all anyway. Absolute madlads.
-Yes I know the reason, no it doesn't stop it from being insane. And the government just has anti-sensei material to just provide for whoever the fuck wants it.
-Takaoka. Fuck that guy. Mostly because he reminds me uncomfortably of my father. Don't like that, not one bit. This man woke up and chose unbridled rage. Sir this is a Wendy's. Please chill.
-Oooooh Nagisa shaping up to be a whole ass assassin and everyone being like holy fuck lil dude dangerous as all fuck
-Karma not knowing since he skipped out
-I love their continued casual attempts at murder. "Hey no murder in the classroom till break time" students: *sigh* fine you're no fun
-I also love how hyped Korosensei is about being assassinated. Like whole ass giving them pointers.
-Plus his little quirks. Is he going to blow up the Earth and kill everyone? Oh yeah definitely. But infect his darling student's minds with the knowledge that he reads porn mags? are you insane? what kind of teacher-
-Really hating principal bitchface. Like I know that's his character but WOW setting up a class to fail with poor facilities and then making the laughing stock of the school on PURPOSE? That's messed up.
-I mentioned this earlier but Karasuma and Irina coming to be assassins and then just worrying about the kids and their future is everything. Is them being parental figures a tag? it should be
-I have FEELINGS about the howmany-part season finale (i lost count I actually have been studying in between letting this show consume me)
-Their plan was fuckin genius it should've worked and it WOULD'VE if Korosensei wasn't a little shit
-When they got sick I was like oh shit
-*sheds tear* my murder children have come so far
-Hey nice to see Irina in her element that's really cool
-Fuck Karasuma kicked ass so hard
-The whole interaction with the guy after Smog. "Hey why you doing that with your voice?" "because it makes me sound badass" sir what. It was so weirdly wholesome and then Karma was so sadistic with the wasabi and shit after
-Nagisa having to cross dress oh my god my poor son
-That shuffling maneuver was so good wow
-TAKAOKA YOU SON OF A BITCH
-Wow this dude is really off his rocker ain't he
-Local man tries to get revenge on babey that kicked his ass, more at 8.
-Oh shit I really thought Nagisa would straight up kill him I would've helped hide the body
-"Wouldn't someone like me be better?" You're fooling exactly no one with the nonchalance, Karma. You're scared for Nagisa
-Karma really saw Nagisa kick ass. It was at that moment he knew. He was WHIPPED for Nagisa I will take no criticism. There is NOTHING more amazing than a smol bean that can kick your ass 10 ways
-"Will you be my guinea pig?" chills. Literal chills.
-The assassins have morals that's so pure. "Well it was either kill children or take a hit to our reputations it wasn't a hard choice"
-Put also they really said their employer's a nutjob but that's fucked up even for us and then they just. Went behind his back to not do that.
-But can you imagine if they never had the showdown and Takaoka got away? The hired assassins tell them the poison was fake and they all go back and regroup against Takaoka later. He's expecting 14 and instead it's the whole class that would've been so funny
9/10 show, I'm on board the Karmagisa train, 100% and I want more
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makeste Ā· 3 years ago
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BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??
Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all ā€œplease tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.ā€ Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all ā€œif only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, weā€™ve tried nothing and weā€™re all out of ideas.ā€ Ochako was all ā€œLISTEN UP PEOPLE.ā€ The mob was all,Ā ā€œgod??ā€ Ochako was all,Ā ā€œNO, ITā€™S ME, OCHAKO. Iā€™M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HEā€™S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.ā€ Letā€™s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all ā€œso I have this speech planned out, and itā€™s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but Iā€™m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.ā€ Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and itā€™s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.
omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesnā€™t involve any baby Todorokis
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baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while weā€™re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again
ā€œa childā€™s insistenceā€ huh well thatā€™s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesnā€™t mean weā€™re going to drag out the whole ā€œsternly lecture the obnoxious citizensā€ plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think weā€™re good
so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochakoā€™s character as it provides the context for whyĀ ā€œwho protects the heroesā€ ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest
OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT
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HORIKOSHI:Ā [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]
HORIKOSHIā€™S HOMAGE SCENE: ā€œCOME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATANā€™S MOLDY OLD BASEMENTā€
lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all ā€œWAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMITā€
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as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. thatā€™s some fantastic irony there
-- SDKFJWIGKS
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ā€œLITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOUā€™RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALLĀ BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.ā€ heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually
(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochakoā€™s next two lines are basically ā€œthe only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!ā€ followed by ā€œplease give us some time to get rid of the mudā€, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing Iā€™ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. ā€œYEAH WE KNOW HEā€™S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, Iā€™M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.ā€)
doesnā€™t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that sheā€™s wielding maniacally here
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easy there Lizzie Borden
also thatā€™s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily shouldĀ have to make, either. but as we all know, thereā€™s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens
p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again
(ETA: or maybe not lmao.
DEKU: [falls to his knees]
KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later]Ā ā€œsomeone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?ā€
really, son. ā€œthe burdens you canā€™t carry, weā€™ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now itā€™s late, and weā€™re all cold and wet.ā€)
also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here
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I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everythingĀ together. itā€™s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but itā€™s very cute
meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how sheā€™s fighting too. itā€™s been so long since weā€™ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didnā€™t even know it
oh my lord ITā€™S FINALLY HAPPENING
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THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg
ffklkdw
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ā€œI KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!ā€ good pep talk there kiddo
BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something thatā€™s long overdue. Iā€™ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. theyā€™re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable SupermanĀ ā€œheroes as godsā€ concept in favor of the more nuancedĀ ā€œheroes as peopleā€ concept instead. and thatā€™s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much theyā€™re sacrificing. thatā€™s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. thereā€™s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same
SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH
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so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert characterā€™s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesnā€™t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? thatā€™s it, go to your room
also living for Katsuki and Hawksā€™s soft expressions. Shoutoā€™s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanistā€™s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanistā€™s head with Micā€™s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and thatā€™s why U.A.ā€™s doors are so big now
speaking of soft faces, Enjiā€™s is also excellent
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what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and thatā€™s what I love about him
OMGGGG
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ā€œsmh my child is so dumb.ā€ poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings
SDOFFHSMH
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Iā€™m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute
this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi youā€™re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things
UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT
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ā€œthere we goā€ Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. ā€œthatā€™s all of ā€˜emā€
poor Ochako is just repeating the same ā€œLET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONEā€™S COOPERATION, IF YOU DONā€™T MIND, WE APPRECIATE ITā€ talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER
literally theyā€™re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!
now sheā€™s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden
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they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something
look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but Iā€™m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those ā€œthe volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger endingā€ chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers
(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and Iā€™m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a.Ā ā€œyouā€™re next!ā€ [explodes]). Iā€™m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeksā€™ time. Dekuā€™s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)
is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening
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I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope heā€™s prepared
(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.
I donā€™t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but thatā€™s okay, and it doesnā€™t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didnā€™t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)
-- son of a --
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is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me thatā€™s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you
DEKU WHY
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I DIDNā€™T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHATā€™S WITH THAT
FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HEā€™S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!
GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!
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GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DONā€™T GO THE EXTRA MILE Iā€™M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW
!!!!
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A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me
FOR THE LOVE OF --
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is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir
AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF.Ā ā€œthis is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.ā€ and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Dekuā€™s character. because if that one sentence doesnā€™t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. thatā€™s my protagonist
I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG
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Fixed: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)
Chapter 4 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.
ChapterĀ 3: Love So Soft
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A/N: Itā€™s shorter than my usual updates but Iā€™m busy so sorry for the delay. My final exam dates have come and all I can do is pray right now lol. Please pray for me if you can, this sis is out here writing fanfics for yall instead of studying so, haha. ANyways, enjoy babies! Shit happens in this chapter.
Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.
Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.
Summary: Steve canā€™t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you canā€™t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.
Word count: 5K
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Chapter 4: Fixed
You didnā€™t sleep that night. Or the next few. Your hands shook every time you got a flashback and even though you were numb to emotions that entire day, tears threatened to spill whenever your mind took to you to that overpriced kitchen again.
Now that he had gone to a dangerous and unnerved assaulter from a Dad trying to take care of his daughter, your mind wouldnā€™t put anything past him. You knew that in the back of your mind that he was a mobster and your ā€˜friendshipā€™ was alarming to say the least, but now there was no denying his resources and power and the very obvious threat to your life lingering in the air.
At least before you had the luxury to be oblivious and ignorant, not anymore though. Steve felt even more unhinged and liberal now, even messaging you daily, greeting texts that you obviously ignored. He knew you both were aware that you never handed him your number and he felt no need to hide his pursuit.
You read most of the messages, not bothering with a single reply though. You tried to block him but somehow your phone would still receive messages from his number, even though his contact would always peek back at you from the otherwise empty blacklist.
As if his torment wasnā€™t ample, another message thread from a different number would forward you alarming images, photos of Grace in her daycare, on a class trip to the park and even her playing in your backyard. You had no doubt that this was another game of his to show you his resources.
You skipped daycare for a few days, your mental health worse than it was after the carnival attack, because now you had a personal tormentor and you cursed yourself for falling into this mess. At times, you believed it wasnā€™t your fault really, you just helped a kid and this situation spiraled itself but what would pointing fingers now get you? The harsh truth was you were in a calamitous situation now and every step from now on had to be thought out.
So, you let Grace attend her daycare and acted if nothing was amiss or altered, after the few initial breakdown days of course, kept going to your job and earning the bread. You considered your options, you really wanted to go to the cops or a higher fair power but those were few these days, almost non existent in your city. You also vaguely recalled meeting three of the Captains of the PD at Sarahā€™s birthday, all smiley and doe eyed for Steve. You knew they wouldnā€™t help, fucking kiss-asses.
Maybe you would have to move somewhere else, perhaps to your hometown, at least till things cooled down or better yet were forgotten? But that trail was very predictable and you didnā€™t want your parents in this mess. Ā 
You also came to know that Steve had inserted himself in the other spheres of your life. You were sure your location was always being sent to him, the knowledge a courtesy of the black car following you while you travelled to home at some late dayā€™s end.
Aiden told you whereabouts were easy to track, when you inquired ambiguously. Another instance was when you went to the bank to deposit cash for your debit card, you came face to face with an enormous amount already there. Somehow, the limit on your credit card was also extended. How, you knew. The clerk told you about an email you must have gotten in regards to it, you dismissed that justification away and told them to not accept the cash. To sum the discussion, they werenā€™t helpful and had no policy against anonymous donors.
Aiden, your trusted coworker cum pal, sensed the shift in your aura and fidgety form very easily, pestering you with questions and you decided to turn to him, stressed and tired and ready to do something. His questioning eyebrows made you confess vaguely but you refused to tell him the extent of it. Just that his prediction came true and you needed help. Letā€™s just say, Aiden was a good man.
With time, Steveā€™s ā€˜affectionateā€™ messages became deranged, and you found it harder to act nonchalant in your daily life. You were thankful he didnā€™t come to visit you, possibly occupied with the rumored war between the mobs. You just prayed for a few more days of ignorance, just enough time to think and do something.
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ā€œWhat do you mean someone collected her?!ā€ You had a hard time controlling your voice, you were about to burst, in tears or with anger, you didnā€™t know.
ā€œThe man was verified in the emergency contacts and we got a letter signed and approved by you to skip the day an hour into the first activity.ā€
ā€œA man? Emergen-, wait no! What fucking approved letter?ā€
You had three emergency contacts, your mom in another state, Aiden, and one of the other kidā€™s mom you had grown close to. Aiden was with you at work all day, so did someone disguise themselves as him? And what was the deal with the letter signed by you? You surely didnā€™t remember writing and authorizing one.
The boy, Pietro, who had been the receptionist for as long as you could remember, shuffled through the chaotic piles of paper and presented a letter to you, and your blood froze as your eyes skimmed the font.
Your beautiful cursive stared right back at you and you knew that no one would ever be able to distinguish between this penmanship and the one in the pocketbook in your clutch. No one but you. Even though you knew you had not written it, the slightly different ā€˜fā€™ and ā€˜gā€™ told you everything.
Your signature at the bottom though, was done quite perfectly and that made you even more scared.
ā€œI did-, I didnā€™t write this! What the-ā€ Your widened eyes met Pietroā€™s from above the paper but all he offered you was a meek smile. Your hands shook with rage and for the first time in your life, you had the urge to slap someone really bad.
ā€œMaybe your family had an emergency to take he-ā€
ā€œNo, you donā€™t get it!ā€ You stopped yourself from getting frantic, willing yourself to take deep breaths and think rationally. Today of all days, things had to mess up.
He didnā€™t know you had no family in this city, that you had a mobster after you or the subtle threats that his hired spy sent to you.
Was going to the police an option? Aiden already told you that the cops were as good as Steveā€™s men. But this was about your missing kid! Youā€™d never forgive yourself if something happened to her. And you were giving Steve way too much credit, what if he wasnā€™t behind this all? Come to think of it, what if the other number wasnā€™t his?
Relax yourself! Thinking of disturbing theories wouldnā€™t help anyone. You thought you should go to the cops, just in case. No mentioning of Steve, just a woman with a ā€˜missing childā€™ report.
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½Missing Childā€™ left an acrid taste behind and you were too close to a breakdown, but your whole journey of single-parenthood taught you to kick vulnerability aside, well most of the times.
You turned and were about to leave, but Pietro stopped you. ā€œIf you are going to the cops Maā€™am, they require 8 hours of inactivity or disappearance time for kids under 5.ā€
Well look who just read your mind.
You huffed and kept the tears at bay, your mind thinking of what to do then? Grace was obviously taken-
ā€œHow could you let a toddler leave without informing the parents?ā€ You knew your anger was channeling out at the wrong man but didnā€™t he all but hand Grace to the stranger?
You beat him answering and inquired, ā€œWhat did the man look like? Do you have any footage? Anything?ā€ The wrinkles in your forehead and stress creases on your face paired with the eyebags betrayed your age surely. You were sure you had aged more this week than an entire decade, juggling your normal life with the hovering threat.
ā€œYou shouldnā€™t be this worried Maā€™am.ā€
The fucking audacity.
ā€œYour daughter recognized him, she all but ran to him and this other little girl he came with. You should maybe ask your parent-friends around? A blonde family perhaps?ā€
As all the emotions drained from your face and terror took over, the young lad in front of you looked smug. You wondered as if you imagined the faintest of smirks on his face.
You crumpled the letter in your hands, seething with rage as you stepped in your car. Oh, you were mad, more wrathful than ever. You could take any hits on you, any threat but not on Grace, never on her.
You were stupid, you had already decided you wouldnā€™t put anything past him but unknowingly, you did put this past him. You thought this man had a shred of decency to not use your kid in this adult war, being a parent himself and all but what a surprise! You were wrong.
You drove to your home, your thoughts a mix of trepidation, anxiety and fury. You were scared of him and his reach and resources but if he put Grace in any type of danger; whether to teach you a lesson or use her as bait or both, thereā€™d be consequences.
Lord knows you killed a man a month ago Grace was threatened.
You had one thing to do before contacting Steve about Grace but you never got to do it because unexpectedly the bastard was in your home. In your home.
The black sports car outside was a huge giveaway but your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door with your house key. The banter and giggles from inside alarmed yet calmed you; the dread of confrontation and the assurance of Graceā€™s safety reigned your mind.
As the door opened painfully slow like a horror movie, the sight that met your eyes made you sick with a feeling of failure. It wasnā€™t gore or blood or grunge, it was Steve bouncing Grace in the air and catching her while Sarah twirled around in the living room. Ā 
This man was craftier than you thought, every action of his was calculated, each a refined step. You had been so preoccupied to avoid direct encounters with him in your little familyā€™s life that you didnā€™t think he had other ways. He was always looming around with Sarah and as Grace began to trust Sarah, she consequently began to trust her blonde guardian too.
As you slammed the door behind you, Steveā€™s eyes snapped to yours and his smirk made you want to punch him so hard. The smugness on his face while he let Grace down without breaking eye contact told you he had no regret, no remorse. In fact, he was loving every second of this cat and mouse chase between you two.
You were a millimeter close to losing your shit, the only check being the kids in the room. But you were mad and he was going to know it.
ā€œWhat the hell, Steve? Messing with my kid?ā€ You threw your clutch onto the couch, Steve haughty by the reception of his sent message but still holding back because of the kids. He called Wanda and you didnā€™t really notice where she came from but you did register Steve asking to take the girls to the park for a ā€˜private discussionā€™.
As Grace passed by you, you grabbed her arm lightly, making her look at you with doe eyes resembling yours. You gave her a smile trying to ease her, but you knew she was smart enough to sense the change in the atmosphere.
Apparently, the whining Sarah wasnā€™t.
You looked back to Steve, your hold still on Grace and continued with a frown and raised eyebrows, ā€œShe isnā€™t going anywhere, not out of my sight and obviously not with you or your goons.ā€
Wanda had the audacity to look offended and you scoffed at her, eyes staring Steveā€™s down.
ā€œHoney, I donā€™t think the kids should hear what I think you have to say right now.ā€ He said nodding to Wanda to take Grace.
ā€œYou must be deranged to think I trust Grace near anyone even remotely related to you! Take your people and get out.ā€ You held your hand up to stop Wanda and pointed towards the door with the most menacing glare you could form.
Grace looked incomprehensibly between you two, concern and confusion on her face. That might have been the first time such a tone was used in your household. The grumbling Sarah was close to throwing a tantrum, irritated by the change in the playful air or the lack of attention to her, you didnā€™t know. She was hanging on Wandaā€™s forearm, her feet slipping on your printed rug. Wanda was trying to not look hurt still by your previous statement, distracting herself by the blonde kid and you were baffled by her obliviousness to all this.
Steve, the beefy blonde Lucifer, was furious and seething. His white knuckles and ticking jaw were the most obvious giveaways, the fingers just itching to beat the shit out of someone no doubt.
Was he imagining striking you into compliance into his weird playhouse game complex? You wouldnā€™t be surprised given the extent of his attempt to ā€˜winā€™ you over.
The ā€˜get outā€™ tone and blatant disrespect was a bruise to his ego for sure, and by you, a middle-class woman nonetheless was a worse injury. Steve was the deadly boss to armored men in the vicinity, the kidsā€™ father figure, according to him, and Wandaā€™s stern yet kind employer.
People had been killed for less and there you were, standing in all your glory, being the only person alive to reject Steve Rogers and now, the only to raise your voice at him.
You almost scoffed at his impudence to look offended, what did he expect? For you to submit to him after the stunt he pulled? His reach was scary he proved today and that any future with him in your life in any way, was a fearsome possibility to entertain but youā€™d be damned if you went down without a fight. Ā 
ā€œYou canā€™t make me leave; we both know. You donā€™t have the physical edge nor the mental one. I have no problem drawing out G-U-N-S in front of the kids or to throw the warnings around, although I would prefer not to.ā€
Your free hand itched to slap him, like how his did minutes ago. It wasnā€™t a mankind problem about men thinking they were entitled to everything; it was a Steve Rogersā€™s problem. Of course, with him consent didnā€™t matter. If he had a ā€˜housewife, kids and fencesā€™ fixation, heā€™d make it come true.
ā€œDo you even listen to what I say? Or your own words even? Please, go ahead! Traumatise my kid and also yours in your wooing process! Why are you so obsessed? Leave us alone, you freak! I just ignored few messages!ā€ You had a hard time maintaining your cool, if there was any left. You were sure you were scaring Grace and no matter what happened next, you knew she was already traumatized by this entire ordeal already. You were so sorry, so, so, so sorry to your poor baby caught in this mess.
You knew, no, you hoped, he wouldnā€™t pull out the gun, his actions at the carnival a proof, you remembered how he hid his gun on finding Sarah. That threat was empty but the next one wasnā€™t, his words making you freeze in your spot.
ā€œI think you keep on misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I donā€™t make empty promises,ā€
Posh word for threats.
ā€œFor starters, maybe I should pay my future in-laws a visit in their blue duplex. They might need help with the vast garden they have, it is the season for ā€˜violetsā€™, isnā€™t it?ā€
As you froze with your parents being brought up, he also cooled, albeit differently, smirking once again gaining the upper hand, not that he lost it if you were being honest.
ā€œIsnā€™t threatening my kid enough for you, Steve?ā€ You hated how your loud voice almost broke, your anger slowly subsiding into helplessness and you hated that. You hated his guts, his entitlement, his claim; everything about him.
ā€œYou still donā€™t see it, do you? Our family of four is the most important thing to me right now and Iā€™m not above doing anything to save it.ā€
ā€œThere is no family of four Steve! I keep explaining and you keep coming back to square one with all this bullshit!ā€ The curse word did tick Steve off but he would correct that later, when bigger things werenā€™t at ploy.
ā€œYour ignorance makes me a little mad sometimes sweetheart and that is why I have to do all I do. You havenā€™t realized we need each other yet, but Iā€™m staying until you do and even after that, I promise. You know how much it pissed me off to see your tickets and the packed suitcases after Iā€™ve been nothing but nice? I was so generous to spoil you with my riches but instead I find that in your finances.ā€
This fucker knew. Of course, he did!
You were wondering in the back of your head what had prompted this visit with so many threats and warnings and anguish. He was pissed even before you ā€˜acted outā€™, he tracked the tickets and the plan and that meant he even tracked-
ā€œYou have so much to learn, but luckily you interact with quite a few people. I am most tempted to start out with this Aiden guy, trying to be the hero and giving you all the ideas. Maybe I should visit him?ā€ Steve wondered out loud, and you flinched at his suggestion, hating how you were trapped by this man.
You couldnā€™t live with yourself if anyone got hurt because of you, be it your parents or Aiden or any other possibility Steve would come up with. Of course, Grace was your peak priority but you doubted he would hurt her as he threatened to harm them.
ā€œSteve, please.ā€ The fire was almost out, your hands trembling, Grace worried and Steve smug.
ā€œLet the kids go and I think we can come to a conclusion.ā€
ā€œSteve this needs to stop.ā€ You said, your breaths heavy and helplessness clawing away at you.
ā€œI wonā€™t repeat myself.ā€ He voiced out with a threatening edge, gesturing to Grace and Wanda, clearly telling you to first get the kids out.
For a deranged fucktard, he sure cared about the kids a lot.
You loosened your hold on Grace, patting her arm softly and nudged her to Wanda. Wanda received her little hand and enticed the kids with the promise of ice-cream. Sarah clapped her hands and as the trio left, Grace did look over her shoulders at you in concern and for permission, majorly in concern though. You nodded and waved, a tear dropping as soon as the door clicked shut.
You were still staring at the door, not wanting to meet Steveā€™s stormy blue orbs when he began, ā€œToday was a slip up that I wonā€™t tolerate again. Neither the cursing nor the dramatics.ā€
We arenā€™t in a fucking play, what the fuck is he labelling as dramatics?
Your eyes slowly flickered to his, and you had a hard time not letting the tears escape except the one traitorous one earlier. The fatigue, the worry of Graceā€™s disappearance, the threats to your friends and family were all catching up to you. It took all in you to stay strong and not fall down right now.
ā€œSteve this isnā€™t funny anymore. Itā€™s sick and you know it! I just said no! Was that so inexcusable that you had to follow up with this? You have violated me for that, broken into my home and now kidnapped my daughter! At what extent will you stop?ā€ You broke down finally, arms a flailing mess as fat tears rolled down. Nothing scared more than the helplessness this moment. He won and he knew it. The carnival incident was nothing in comparison to this. The only good thing you could hope in all this was a safe Grace but that too only if you complied, which seemed like what you would do now given your attempts at fighting back and scampering have failed laughably.
ā€œGosh, I forgot how theatrical women are. You are smart darling; you know what I want from day one, just a happy family. Nothing that horrendous has happened and especially not as badly as put it. Iā€™m just looking out for you and me in the long run.ā€ Steve slowly treaded towards you, his hand extended to pat your arm comfortingly but you involuntarily flinched at contact and stepped back. Steve clearly didnā€™t like that as he caught your arm in a bruising grip and jerked you towards him. Manhandling you as your wet hands rushed to ease his grip was not a tough task for Steve, a surprise to none.
ā€œStop trembling like Iā€™ve actually done something to harm you!ā€
Steve clearly didnā€™t know how to comfort women and it showed.
You stopped with the cowering away, even though it disgusted you to be this much in close proximity with your assaulter. He clearly had anger issues and no clue how to solve them. You needed to steer the conversation right and get him out. You could see your hands visibly shake as you put them on his chest, just to create some distance and in a way of surrendering to not fight. The tears slowed but you donā€™t think they stopped; it was hard to tell with a million other things on your mind.
As your eyes made contact, Steve loosened his grip, clearly a bit satisfied by your submission, as he began counting to help you breathe. As much as you hated to admit, it helped you and you got a flashback to the time when you freaked out on him about Grace at that extravagant dinner date. That was a sweet gesture then, not so sweet now. Funny how drastically things change with time.
It wasnā€™t so much Steveā€™s help as it was your own mind telling you to be fucking smart about the whole ordeal right now.
ā€œGood. Better. Now letā€™s talk. Why were you planning to run away? Iā€™ve been busy and coming home to find out that wasnā€™t joyful, you know.ā€ His smile suggested a better mood than before but his voice, his husky voice always had this daring edge that almost challenged you to defy him but at the same time warned you of unpleasant consequences if you did.
ā€œSteve, Iā€™m scared.ā€ You spoke with utmost honesty. ā€œThe part of the world you associate yourself with scares me. You canā€™t blame me for not wanting that life for Grace, I mean you have a kid of your own. Wasnā€™t the carnival attack specifically on Sarah?ā€
The reasoning was right but you knew you triggered him the moment his smile evaporated. He either felt insulted as a parent or disrespected in his profession or probably both.
He was fighting his inner demons already and you pointing it out was a slap to his face, a hit he didnā€™t want to take.
ā€œThat was a slip up, I admit. Never again. Iā€™m only human, okay?ā€ He convinced himself and you, his grip tightening a bit again.
Oh no, not the right direction to take.
You reckoned he still had nightmares about it like you, he really did love Sarah a lot, all things aside.
ā€œBesides, I am looking out for you! Out for you and Grace and Sarah. I remember my promise of never putting either of them in harmā€™s way ever again.ā€
You definitely didnā€™t trust his security or his people because what sort of a mobster let his daughter get targeted and possibly abducted? You definitely didnā€™t know the whole story or if it was just a bad day but he wasnā€™t a person that deserved some slack. Despite all this, you knew what all he held above you, above a common man. He might not be ā€˜Kingpinā€™ skilled but a threat to you nonetheless.
Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, ā€œIs that what you call following me around, huh?ā€ which you immediately regretted.
ā€œTrust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.ā€
Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that? The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Graceā€™s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and thatā€™s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didnā€™t go as planned.
ā€œHow am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!ā€ You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.
ā€œOh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!ā€ You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. ā€œI wasnā€™t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?ā€ You let out a humorless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldnā€™t. When will you ever learn huh? Ā 
You were full on panicking yet again, this man was an assaulter, a stalker and a creep too. It would have made a good dark, psychological thriller for you to watch if you werenā€™t the protagonist about to suffer his obsession.
He reached out to steady you again, but you whipped and stumbled back, realizing too late that you elbowed Steveā€™s nose so bad that there was a crunch. That, right there, was the look a man real-fucking-furious on Steveā€™s face and now you could see the feared mobster, the man who was personally terrorizing you under the beautiful, Greek God faƧade.
Steve reacted so fast even with an injury that in a split second, your view of his face turned into a view of his crotch.
ā€œYou do realize that there are others ways for me to teach you obedience? I think itā€™s fucking time you show me your gratitude for my care and attention and apologize for your misconduct and unkind response.ā€ Steve spoke with a hoarse voice, a voice running out of patience and just about done with defiance.
His hand fisted your hair, maintaining eye contact while he nodded between you and his crotch. You knew what he wanted, what he was expecting as ā€˜thanksā€™.
ā€œSteve, please no, you donā€™t-ā€
His other hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you from speaking as he warned, ā€œI think you have done just enough talking for today, so why donā€™t you put that tongue to a better use and show me how sorry you are. Better make it convincing because Iā€™d hate to pay one of your friends a visit and then bitch about a nasty blowjob.ā€ He smirked at the end of his monologue, eyes shining with triumph and amusement.
You wouldnā€™t let him harm anyone else, you couldnā€™t. You and your daughter were already knee-deep in a pit and at this point, itā€™d just be cruel to drag someone else in. With shaky hands opening his pants, you just hoped you could get Grace out before you eventually were buried in it.
ā€œNow thatā€™s a good girl. Submissive is a sexy look on you.ā€ His hands patted your hair, playing with your tresses while yours pulled his pants and then briefs down.
His member jerked out, almost slapping you in the face as you recoiled at his insolence to get hard and erect at your torment. Your disdain must have shown which he took as admiration and derision to take his affluent cock in.
ā€œNo need to get shy, I have faith youā€™ll be able take it just as well in your pretty pussy as you will right now. Open up-ā€
ā€œSteve, I beg you-ā€
Just as you had cut him off, he interrupted your pleading. Your gag reflex was probably the most efficient in the world but that turned this narcissist on. It had been years since you had done it, never with a man as beefy as Steve.
His taste was salty and if you had to put it into better words, it was the like overpriced sea salt flakes that you never bought. High and pricey and for the entitled.
Your hands clutched at his thighs as you blacked out multiple times; your jaw aching, uvula swaying and tears escaping. Him forcing himself on you brough a new sense of vulnerability as your body trembled. Steve relished like a sadist, practically rutting into you all by himself as you just sat there with your jaw unnaturally open.
His obscene moans and groans were crass and nauseating and you just prayed for this to be over soon and for no one to walk in on this, especially your kid.
It seemed like it would never end, your body dehydrating with all the spit it produced, the drool dribbling and landing just beside your knees on your printed rug. You would have to throw that out.
The tears stooped after some point, the sobbing an unnecessary action that just tired you out more on this eventful day. You moved your tongue around to prevent your teeth from scratching him when he shifted angles. If this was what he did on slightly mad, you didnā€™t want to find what he did for a more serious punishment.
Apparently, that action was something that turned him on even more, his breath hitching as neared closure. In broken whispers he demanded that again and you complied, wanting to get done with it.
He growled in the moment of his release and you tried to lean back but his grip didnā€™t relent. ā€œSwallow.ā€ His grainy, exasperated voice said out loud and you knew better than to defy.
He released you and you fell on to the rug, hip bruising by knocking into some furniture and tears coming back again after being hydrated by his seed. He packed himself, his smile smug and content as his expressions truly resembled ecstasy being personified.
ā€œYou be a good fiancĆ©e from now on and maybe youā€™ll have all your friends alive and present at our wedding. No cheeky business from now on, got it?ā€ Steve hummed then and strutted out, not even bothering to listen to your reply.
As soon as the door slammed, your eyes closed and your demons danced again.
There was no right direction to take when you were stuck in a loop. Ā 
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dashingdashing Ā· 5 months ago
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LET'S GOOOO WINGSPIKER^4, THAT'S AWESOME!!! I love second years, they are so unique in that third years and first years are the oldest/the youngest with the following themes of responsibilities for the team etc, and then the second years are just, chaos. Like, Kenma, Fukunaga and Tora are just all completely different. Noya and Tanaka are just insane. Ennoshita is a normal guy. What is happening lmao. Wingspiker^4 is a genius ship.
Omg if you really donā€™t mind I'm happy to ramble about my Nekoma/Karasuno shipsšŸ˜­ My friend basically has a crime au (not like mafia or yakuza, there basically are teams that fight each other at night and have positions from volleyball bc that's fun and the whole vibe is very video gamey and comics-like), and everyone is adult and a bit different from haikyuu canon, so there's a lot of lore I would happily dump onto anyone ready to hear it.
But about Nekoma!! They are quite a bit obsessed w Karasuno, who are a lot weaker as a team, but there is a common goal of becoming stronger to have a battle of the garbage dump etc etc, so the teams are at peace for now and very friendly with each other. Nekoma are also cannibals (bc of the whole cats and crows thing yk) and everyone is paired up w a Karasuno player they really want to eat, but like, everyone knows about is and is cool with it (we will defeat you first mentality).
Hence the fukushita/tanatora dynamics!! Ennotora are dating, and Nekoma are basically all dating each other (w the first years being a bit separate in that, bc they are noticeably younger than the third years). Also, transmasc Fukunaga and Tora.
Right now I'm obsessed w Asakai (Asahi and Kai) because here Asahi is very much a gentle giant, very emotional and poetic, and Kai is very much a gentleman, a man who always answers your question with a question and you walk off from a conversation w him and realize you know nothing about him. With a dark underside in that Asahi romanticizes Kai and fills in the blanks himself, and Kai's end goal is to basically make Asahi so calm and dreamy around him that he doesn't notice his heart is being literally eaten. But like, the love and friendship are still genuine, Nekoma are just unhinged.
The first years are much more silly and unserious, and Kai being Inuoka's primary sempai, Inuoka is, like, a gentleman in training. Like, trying to open the door for you and give you his coat and so on, but with the energy and clumsiness of a big dog. And Kageyama being on the receiving end of that like :/ "what are you doing."
And they start falling in love with each other at some point, and Inuoka is very romantic and silly, and Kageyama is conflicted because he takes the rivalry and being in different teams very seriously. Kagehina is still canon, but they don't figure it out for a long time, and Inuoka is very similar to Hinata, except he doesn't annoy Kageyama nearly as much, so it's like almost an easier option for him?? That means that they will decide to stay friends in the end, but before that, yk, very much a black cat/golden retriever dynamic, with Kageyama weirdly being the cat. Oh and also Inuoka likes magic and tricks, and tries to impress Kageyama with it, and again. what are you doing. no, that's not my card. A lot of small things like that, like, Inuoka being a swimmer and Kageyama being afraid of water. Kageyama saying he never kissed a dog in the nose because animals donā€™t like him, and Inuoka vowing to find him a dog that would.
Anyway, thanks a lot for reading all that if you do, I hope you aren't weirded out by a hard turn into an au with crime and cannibalism, they are all very silly still!! I'll add art that my friend (@patrick-and-black-ghost-dog) made with the second years and with asakai and inukage if you're interested!!!
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hi!! i'm sorry you can just not answer if you don't want to but i saw your question ab ennotora and i want to hear everything ab them so badlyšŸ˜­
HELLO!!! Iā€™m so delighted that someone else wants to hear about ennotora šŸ˜­ theyā€™ve been on my brain for the past few months now HFKDHD. OK this is gonna be a long one
a lot of the appeal is just girl-crazy taketora falling for Normal Guy chikara and is how I started shipping them
like. Just imagine taketora being a complete flustered mess with chikara
I headcanon taketora to be the second gen captain of nekoma so he and chikara are bound to interact and thats how he starts crushing on chikara
heā€™s like ā€œoh I should probably just start some friendly banter to keep the cats and crows thing going onā€ not thinking chikara would banter back
he does. and taketoraā€™s like ā€œoh shit heā€™s hotā€
Iā€™d like to think taketora would underestimate chikara since he wasnā€™t on the starting lineup before but chikara climbs his way up to taketoraā€™s ā€œcool pplā€ list reaaaal fast
taketora is an absolute mess. he keeps getting distracted by chikara during practice matches and fukunaga and kenma have to yell at him like tORA GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME.
ALSO. you know how noya and tanaka were protective of kiyoko?? BASICALLY that happens with chikara once the two find out tora likes him
like huuuh what do you mean our lovely awesome captain chikara has caught the eyes of nekomaā€™s CAPTAIN? šŸ¤Ø
they have a shovel talk with him. Your welcome.
meanwhile chikara is an absolute dense brick and everytime noya and tanaka get all protective of him (around taketora COUGH) he doesnā€™t even realise its around this specific person and is just like ā€œwhat are these 2 idiots doing.ā€
I also hc chikara to have this funky little laugh heā€™s insecure about but is one of the reasons taketora fell for him!!!
when they get together chikaraā€™s very very insecure and embarrassed cause to him taketora deserves someone better and not some plain guy like him
to which taketora is like no I love you very very much and Iā€™m shocked but happy that an awesome guy like you chose ME to be your boyfriend
you know how chikaraā€™s the don of the second(now third) years?? I hc he basically becomes like that for the entire team
and taketora finds it waaaay too cool how he deals with the entirety of karasuno. Like. all of nekoma is practically afraid of Karasunoā€™s Captain Ennoshita (if you get what Iā€™m saying :ā€™]])
during their highschool years its a lot of taketora being smitten and shy while chikara is completely oblivious
in fact Iā€™d say chikara probably thinks he did smth wrong and that tora hates him šŸ˜­
all of the second-now-third years are aware of this situation and groaning bcoz why is taketora such a smitten wimp and why is chikara so unbelievably dense
the others in both teams just think theres some weird beef going on b/w them and the third years end up having to explain haha
I know these two seem like ripoff ennotana BUT. BUT.
according to ME ennotora are lovable menaces
chikara is a menace to society I wish more people thought of him as that
everybody thinks their relationship is ā€œkeep your dog on a leashā€ with tora being the ā€œdogā€ but no both of them have each other on a leash trying to stop each other from getting into shenanigans
this ends up backfiring and both of them end up encouraging each other in said shenanigans :3
theyā€™re bastards is basically. the simplest way I can put my point of how I see them
their confession is also really stupid cause taketora is unable to form words but ennoshita has dealt with tanaka w/ kiyoko for 3 years and thus understands what taketora is trying to say
but BCOZ chikara understands what heā€™s trying to say HES a flustered mess too cause wdym nekomaā€™s hot lovable idiot of a captain likes ME??
this ended up longer than expected whew. I donā€™t know if youā€™re into fanfics but incase you are the ennotora tag on ao3 brings me pain except for like. 3 fics </3 BUT I PLAN TO DOMINATE THE TAG SOON!!! IDK HOW SOON BUT DEFINITELY SOMEDAY!!! Iā€™m so sorry if half of my rambling didnā€™t make sense šŸ˜­ you could probably check the ennotora tag on my blog but I feel like thats also. Very chaotic I apologise,, thank you dearly for listening though!!! I was so excited when I got your ask FHDJDH
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irisesforyoureyes Ā· 3 years ago
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okay guys I know I killed Naaz but I still want to write about them so after the first time they met, here is another encounter between them- in continuation of PERHAPS Naazā€™s pov I pushed open the gleaming glassed window on the wall of my room with a jolt to get basked in an onslaught of light. And as I looked in the mirror with the sunlight adorning my skin in golden specks of glitter, I couldnā€™t help but succumb to the desire and yearning to dress myself in a flailing kurta, strap jhumkas to my ears and complement them with a nose ring, bring out the brown of my irises with the prominent strokes of kajal and braid my long hair turned bronze in the sunā€™s rays, leaving a few bold strands to waft with the melodious air. As I was admiring the tender authenticity of its beauty, from the corner of my eye, IĀ  recognized an all so ever familiar pair of suspenders amongst the buzzing marketplace beneath. I leaned over the window sill with my hand raised in a waving position, my lips parting to call out his name until hesitation played the spanner in the wheel. I barely know him. What am I doing? He is probably minding some vital business. But that hopeless portion within me craved for more convincing. I gloomily lowered my hand and turned back to my room, halting my steps when I heard my name called out. I spun to see Ram, a beaming smile on his face and his right hand waving ecstatically to me while the other one rolled up a crinkled piece of paper. I let my face break out into a wide grin. ā€œMind coming downstairs?ā€ the voice was casual but the tone emitted a strong sense of pleading. I furrowed my eyebrows and wore a smirk, my face radiating cockiness.Ā  ā€œPlease,ā€ he shouted over the animated chatter of the people swarming through the market. ā€˜Be there,ā€™ I mouthed. We strolled together alongside the vendors decorating the fringe of the place, rambling about pivotal matters pertaining to the society with a heavy dose of absolute irrelevance in the conversations. ā€œSo what have you been up to these past four days since I last had the privilege to meet you?ā€ he asked. I put down the daisies I was soaking the sweet scent ofĀ before answering his question,Ā ā€œI um slept and ate. That's what I really did basically. And oh went on an invigorating horse riding spree the day before. What about you?ā€ ā€Well I co-ā€ I cut him off,Ā ā€œWhat's that coiled paper you have been tagging along with yourself from the morning?ā€ ā€œThat, my friend is a sketch of someone I am looking for,ā€ he unfurled the creased paper,Ā ā€œDo you happen to know him?ā€ ā€First of all, I am not your friend. Secondly,ā€ I shook my head in refusal,Ā ā€œMy daydreaming absorbed self barely knowns anyone except the people I need to finish my chores.ā€Ā  I picked up some sunflowers from the display. ā€Never met such a selfless, altruistic personality in my life,ā€ he mused. I put the yellow delicacies in my hair, raising my eyebrows for his opinion. He contorted his thumb into a circle and the rest of the fingers stretched upwards.Ā I rid my hair of the flowers and put them down. ā€Funnyā€ he said mockingly.Ā  ā€Your opinions are necessary for me to determine to what extreme I need to change it. Anyways you were saying something..ā€ I traced my hand over the serene violet of a few buds as he spoke,Ā ā€œI completed the book you recommended to me,ā€ I almost dropped the unbloomed flowers from my grip as I stared at him with my eyes almost out of their sockets and my lower jaw almost unhinged. I rushed forward embracing him in a hug and realizing a bit too late what the fuck I had just done. But before I could fall into the depths of my awkwardness and mortification, he tightened his arms around me and retuned the hug willingly.Ā  ā€œI loved it. And if that's how I am going to be rewarded, you better spit out every book you have ever read,ā€ ā€œNot so sly now, young man. Besides, unless you are pretty confident about the theory of 7 births, you can only dream to accomplish what I have,ā€ ā€œYoung woman-ā€ noticing the scowl on my face, he began again,Ā ā€œNaaz, I am up for the challenge.ā€ ā€œSure you are,ā€ I murmured absent mindedly as I gathered a handful of violets and orchids together. ā€œHow much for these?ā€ I enquire from the florist, motioning to those yet to be bloomed beauties in my hand. He took the flowers from me, examining them and said, ā€œ50 paise maim saahibā€ Ram stretched out his hand, his fingers clutching the coins only to receive a smack on his arm from me. ā€œOuch,ā€ he gaped, rubbing his palm on his arm. ā€œWhy thankyou so much, o saint but I believe I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own wants. Wouldn't you agree?ā€ ā€œAbsolutely but consider this as a token of chivalry on my behalf. Can you?ā€ ā€œWhat, because you are a man?ā€ I rebuked. ā€œNo, because I am a friend.ā€ ā€œFair enough,ā€Ā  A giddy smile lit up on his face as he paid the required amount. ā€œWhat?ā€ I demanded. ā€œYou just agreed that I am your friend.ā€ I mimicked him childishly before yielding to a genuine laughter. ā€œAnna!ā€ we revolved around to see a man scurrying over to us. ā€œAkhtar!ā€ Ram exclaimed. The man caught up to us and heaved out ā€œI have been looking around all over for you. Where have you been? Lunch is ready and everybody has been waiting for us.ā€ ā€œAkhtar, meet Naaz,ā€ he turned to me, ā€œNaaz, Akhtar.ā€ ā€œLovely to meet you Akhtar,ā€ I said shaking his hand. ā€œLovely to meet you too, Naaz. Its a beautiful name.ā€ ā€œThankyou,ā€ dimples carved my cheeks. ā€œJoin us for lunch Naaz?ā€ Ram asked me as Akhtar nodded his head kindly. ā€œI would love to but I have some errands to run at the present. Some other day maybe,ā€ Ramā€™s gaze was burning into me. ā€œAh no worries. Shall we head on then Ram?ā€ he nudged the man out of his stupor. ā€œWhat,ā€ he blinked his eyes. ā€œBye ram,ā€ I grinned shaking my head dismissingly. ā€œWait!ā€ I turned around. ā€œSee you around, perhaps?ā€ ā€œDefinitelyā€Ā  ā€œDefinitelyā€ he repeated. ā€œIā€™ll hold you on to that and remember the challenge!ā€ he shouted to my walking figure, the smile gracing my face hidden from his view. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tags: @dilli-vali-girlfriend @seherie Ā @redirection04 @maraudersfansassemble @thewinchestergirl1208 @itsfookingloosah @darlingletshurttonight @manwalaage @contemporarykafka @rambheem-is-real @aurora2238 @adrakchutneyofficial @bromance-minus-the-bĀ @miriseven @ms-potato @alien-chicken-babyĀ @how-unreasonably-in-love-i-amĀ 
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polyghostfacehours Ā· 3 years ago
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I have fallen in love with stu but have never seen the movie as I'm not really a movie person, what aspects of his character do you think usually go unnoticed/ignored?
Oooooh. Interesting! How did you end up falling in love with our boy? Clips on Youtube? Tumblr? I'm curious anon!
And oh man to answer your question, there's quite a few things!
One of the first that comes to mind is something I pointed out awhile ago that I never saw anyone speak about, and that's the mutilated dolls in his attic. They're clearly done by Stu, and are such an interesting indication of his character. Stu is happy-go-lucky, friendly, and excitable. He's a great person to hangout with. But underneath that is something manic; unhinged and unwell. I wish more people would acknowledge that side more.
Another thing is that Stu can and does stand his ground - even against Billy, albeit briefly. He doesn't let Randy bully him. And he's purposefully disobeyed Billy twice: first when briefly refusing to give him the knife and another when he clearly stabbed Billy much deeper than Billy wanted him to (and enjoyed it). He's not this totally submissive guy - although he does tend to take that role and I personally see him not minding and even enjoying it - he for sure isn't going to just do it for anyone if he doesn't want to.
This all being said, Scream is a roughly 2 hour movie. And much of it doesn't even have Stu (or Billy) in it. There's a lot left open to fan interpretation, and I firmly believe it's on purpose. Wes and Kevin don't talk much about Billy and Stu, and I feel there's a clear reason for that: you get decide how deep the evil lies; how deep their stories go. Was Stu really peer-pressured? Why would he want to or be okay with killing Tatum? Did he really love Billy? Or was it kinship? Would he have killed with or without Billy's influence? How was his childhood? His home life?
Well, you decide.
Everyone has theories, from the fans to the editors to even the actors themselves. And that's part of the fun and why their characters are so beloved and iconic. There's a lot to be said about Stu and Billy, and much of that is because of how little is said about them in the first place.
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chibivesicle Ā· 3 years ago
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Golden Kamuy - Kikuta deserved better - 273-276
As I catch up on things, Iā€™m gonna hit the highlights that really stuck with me.Ā  Ogata is able to escape from Vasily using the tactics he observed from the showdown in Barato with Hijikata cutting through random row houses.Ā  Heā€™s seriously gotten into Vasilyā€™s head as he hesitated to snipe aggressively after killing the wrong guy with Ogataā€™s cloak.
The only worthwhile thing from this continued and seriously a no longer interesting plot point, is getting to see Ogata wiggle under a fence like a cat.
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So, I approve of this at least.Ā  My own cat scores this as an 8/10 in cat wiggling.Ā  Minus 2 points for not enough emotion from Ogataā€™s face.
Thankfully, Asirpa was able to escape with Sofia after Tsukishima gunned down Ariko.Ā  It seemed to me that Koito froze/hesitated during that situation.Ā  Tsukishima had no problem brutally shooting Ariko at point blank while Koito literally just hung back and watched.Ā 
Asirpa is in a state of extreme shock. She just interrogated by Tsurumi to give up the code, watched Ariko be shot and now sees Boutarouā€™s corpse in the bottle-mobile.Ā  Our girl needs years of therapy - sheā€™s reaching the same level as our male cast members at this rate.
At least she breaks down in tears as Sugimoto tries to console her.Ā  The artwork for this part of the page is excellent, it really does capture the melting of her mind and how sheā€™s realizing how deadly the gold is.
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It ties directly back to her argument with Kikuta before all this shit went down.Ā  Iā€™m always giving Sugimoto crap for being a moron, but it seems that he did make the right action by reaching out to allow her to hug his arm.Ā  There is that soft look as he gazes down at her and just lets her be emotional.Ā  It is clear that his presence is a comfort to her as she takes her time before returning to a more lucid mental state.Ā  This is shown by how she opens her eyes and looks up before declaring that they need to meet up with Hijikata since sheā€™s figured out how to crack the code.
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Meanwhile, Kikuta rushed Ariko to a clinic to save his life.Ā  Being the father figure/older brother he is, he tells him that it isnā€™t his time to die; he never made that makiri yet! And to my relief, Ariko wakes up!Ā  Noda didnā€™t go for the lazy writing of killing of the minor Ainu character, something I was afraid of.
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If his father saved him, it means his makiri was where he was shot in the chest under his uniform.Ā  There is a lovely transition about a makiri in a fictional museum that was made by him, implying that he returned home and did make the makiri and likely resolved some of his identity issues, though it was still likely a tough life for him.Ā  Ariko apologies for not being able to work as a spy for Central and really it isnā€™t like heā€™d be able to do so anyways.Ā  But he did verbally point out heā€™s now politically on the side of someone like Asirpa to fight for their culture and right to exist in spite of colonial powers. The middle panel of Kikuta bidding him farewell just gives me the feels.Ā  It is so clear that Kikuta knows heā€™s toast.Ā  He saw Tsukishima shoot Ariko and Tsukishima likely watched him as he tried to save the man.
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The fact that he said a casual line about going to an onsen.Ā  Ugh, death flag for sure right there.Ā  It seems Ariko knows that as he looks forlorn.Ā  Kikuta is that sort of suave man who is going to look cool even though heā€™s doomed; heā€™s that awesome.
The action returns to Tsurumi at the church having solved the code.Ā  With Tsukishima gone off to try to kill Ariko, Koito has remained behind.Ā  All of a sudden Koito reverts to his extreme Satsuma accent when addressing Tsurumi in the absence of Tsukishima.Ā  I think he didnā€™t even realize it at first, just like how after they escaped the fight with Boutarou, Koito spoke normally to Tsurumi without realizing it.
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It is clear it took him a moment to realize he was speaking ā€˜Koitoā€™ as Tsurumi is unable to respond to him and he then panics.Ā  Koito is more than willing to chase after Tsukishima and support him, but Tsurumi instead recalls him.
At first he consoles himself that everything is okay.Ā 
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He is trying very hard to convince himself that everything that they witnessed through the keyhole was all an act to get the key!Ā  Yes, it isnā€™t that Tsurumi doesnā€™t have some sort of awesome goal and this isnā€™t about how the death of his wife and daughter left him unhinged!
But the other random members of the 27th then comment on how strongly Nikaido reeks of beer . . . and Koito then thinks about how he and Tsukishima were hiding in the room at the church when Tsurumi ā€˜checkedā€™ that he was alone.Ā  And then it hits him - they were also played as a part of the ā€˜Tsurumi theatreā€™.Ā  Unlike Tsukishima who has whole-heartily given himself over to Tsurumi, it is clear that Koito canā€™t.
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That monologue sounded too good to be true.Ā  He weakly says Tsukishimaā€™s name into the rain as he then thinks ā€˜No . . .ā€™Ā  The rain is really fitting in this scene, I think it really is a stand in for Koitoā€™s own disappointment and tears in this entire crazy quest for the gold.Ā  Is he worried about his ā€˜olderā€™ brother figure?Ā  Himself?Ā  Both of them?
He continues to try to rationalize the performance that Tsurumi gave them - even if Tsurumi lied to them, it wasnā€™t all a lie.Ā  Oh Koito.Ā  I want to give you a hug and pull you away as your little bon-bon-ness has won me over.Ā  Most of that speech wasnā€™t for Koito, it was for Tsukishima.Ā  Speaking about helping Japan is what Koito would like to hear but we can tell he doubts that as well.Ā  Hence, his waffling.
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But then he realizes that as Tsukishima has given so much - all of Tsurumiā€™s words, even if they were ā€˜sweet liesā€™ as he he referred to them on Karafuto, it was just perfect for Tsukishima.Ā  However, Koito has broken the spell that Tsurumi held over him.Ā  The final page of the chapter of Koito looking at the illuminated Tsurumi and shutting the door on him.Ā  It is the exact opposite of when Tsurumi rescued Koito from the kidnappers when in his youth. I now find myself wondering how this relates to the tiger curse.Ā  It is clear that the curse for Tsukishima will not end well.Ā  After he shot Ariko, his eyes regained their sparkle!Ā  Not good, not good at all!Ā  However, have I misinterpreted it for Koito that by becoming disillusioned with Tsurumi he will be cursed to be miserable through him gaining independence from his hero worship of Tsurumi?Ā  The idea that ignorance is bliss, and now Koito is well in the know.Ā  The fact that when he and Tsukishima were sort of on the same page was when he could speak to Tsurumi but now that heā€™s on a different path from Tsukishima heā€™s tripped up again.
Chapter 274 finally allows Asirpa to determine the fake skins after what she witnessed with Boutarou in the brewery and thinking about Ainu garments that she figured out that Edogai likely went above and beyond with his fakes.Ā  Thanks money counterfeiting guy from the fake Ainu village for the inspiration.Ā  It is a lot of pages that tie together other plot points nicely but really doesnā€™t do anything for me as a reader personally.
The most important point is that as Sugimoto falls asleep while Asirpa and Hijikata work with the skins is that we get another flashback - one that links him to Kikuta!
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and even more importantly - Hanazawa Yuusaku!Ā  Chapter 275 starts out with an homage to the classic movie ā€˜Singing in the Rainā€™.Ā  As soon as I saw Sugimoto spinning on a lamp post, it was obvious.Ā  Yes, small town boy in the big city - causing trouble.Ā  He gets in some sort of brawl with random guys from the army and is ā€˜rescuedā€™ by Kikuta, who immediately realizes that heā€™s hungry and decides to treat him to some lunch.
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It shows that Sugimoto has a short fuse and is an impulsive youngster.Ā  Really, he is lucky that he didnā€™t do more stupid shit to get him in trouble.Ā  We can also clearly see that Kikuta is a member of the 1st Division, the Tokyo based one that Sugimoto eventually enlists with.
Kikuta decides that he wants Sugimoto to impersonate Hanazawa Yuusaku and to go on a marriage interview for him.Ā  This is because Hanazawa Hiro, the now identified wife of Hanazawa, is pulling the strings in the background to prevent Yuusaku from becoming a flag bearer.
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This then makes us wonder why these two parents have such contrasting expectations for their only son.Ā  It makes me think back to my theory that Yuusaku was a pretty poor solider and lacked any skill or potential.Ā  Long ago, Tsurumi told Nikaido that Ogata is the ā€˜true heirā€™ of Hanazawa inheriting his military and [some] leadership skills as he stood on the watch tower in Barato ordering the random gangsters how to fight effectively.Ā  Yuusaku is a disappointment for Hanazawa - he can only save face by having his son become such a symbolic part of the army.
I laughed at the next page where Kikuta confirms that Hiro is colluding with the young heiress to steal Yuusakuā€™s virginity and thus preventing him from becoming a flag bearer.Ā  I love the posture of the terrified Yuusaku!
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However, Hiroā€™s plan has been found out by Hanazawa and he consulted with the leader of the 1st Division to assist him with resolving this unpatriotic and embarrassing issue.Ā  Recall that Ogata was born as a result of Hanazawa being posted to Tokyo - this implies that he likely became good friends with the leader of the 1st Division during this time.
To prevent anyone from identifying Sugimoto, heā€™s the perfect substitute for Yuusaku and changes into Kikutaā€™s uniform.Ā  Heā€™s one of those guys who just has that look.Ā  Sugimoto immediately thinks that since heā€™s been treated well by Kikuta, joining the military might be a good way to find security - in food.Ā  However, we get a link of the cap to Kikuta and what appears to be his dying younger brother.
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Kikuta looks so sad, like there is something unfortunate with Sugimotoā€™s statement of food.Ā  We donā€™t get to see his expression, indicating heā€™s likely hiding his emotions from Sugimoto and instead tells Sugimoto heā€™s going to have to train him in food etiquette.
Heā€™s presented with some Western cuisine, something that may blow his cover and something that Kikuta didnā€™t expect as he watches from a tree outside.Ā  But again, due to his extreme luck, heā€™s able to use nervousness as an excuse and it gives him time to state his family his super traditional so they wouldnā€™t have eaten food like this.Ā  When heā€™s removed the cap, Kaneko Kaeko is smitten with his handsome face. He can use his excuse as a way to have an out for not knowing how to eat that tasty ebi fry (why to I hear ā€˜ebi fryā€™ in Nyanko-senseiā€™s voice?).
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As she explains the fancy places sheā€™s dined at, Sugimoto thinks about how he was living off of cat food.Ā  Cue another reason why he just hates on Ogata, since he was stealing food from Ogataā€™s people!Ā 
The rest of the dinner goes well, and Kikuta checks in with him.Ā  Meanwhile, our wealthy heiress is completely smitten with him!
As Sugimoto mulls over the idea of a somewhat arranged marriage as a negative he spills the beans about Toraji and Umeko.Ā  And Kikuta isnā€™t having any of his bullshit.Ā  I love how Kikuta points out how selfish and downright stupid Sugimoto is being in all of this.Ā  Kikuta gives Sugimoto good advice - which heā€™s clearly still never followed.
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He makes it clear that heā€™s got to give up on that hometown and move on.Ā  Which will be completely ignored as Toraji will end up in the 1st Division with Sugimoto in the trenches.Ā  Iā€™m now wondering how Toraji and Sugimoto reconnected.Ā  Hrrrmmmmm?Ā  Is this something that Sugimoto encouraged and thatā€™s why he has all of these unresolved emotions about Torajiā€™s death in the war?
The chapter reveals to us that Tsukishimaā€™s love ended up marrying the cousin of Kaeko, making Tsukishimaā€™s acceptance of her ā€˜deathā€™ even more heartbreaking as he thought that Tsurumi had lied to him about her fate.Ā  [weeps bitterly].Ā 
As Kikuta and Sugimoto discuss what appears to be Yuusakuā€™s lack of a free will, heā€™s told not to meddle in others concerns.Ā  What does Sugimoto do? The man just canā€™t keep to himself and he goes and finds Yuusaku to confront him.Ā  He wants to know if Yuusaku wants to be a flag bearer even though it is a death sentence.Ā  How does that conversation go? Just how weā€™d expect with all of the information we know about Yuusaku.
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I love how heā€™s like it isnā€™t to meet my fatherā€™s expectations!Ā  It is because understand my fatherā€™s convictions and fight for my country.Ā  Okay, you keep telling yourself that Yuusaku, but it still sounds like you are doing this for your father, you know tomay-to, tomah-to.Ā  Sugimoto mulls over what Yuusaku would choose if given the choice.Ā  I just sigh as we know enough about Yuusakuā€™s backstory that the man only does what his father says - with great conviction. All of our Ogata flashbacks have made this so clear, Yuusaku is a doomed man from the moment he entered the army.ļæ½ļæ½ Maybe even a doomed man from his birth even.Ā  Perhaps, heā€™s acutely aware of this, but based on how freakkinā€™ awkward heā€™s with Ogata and his older brother actions, I continue to think heā€™s not the brightest bulb in the pack and can only be used as a patriotic pawn.
Yuusaku then becomes suspicious of Sugimotoā€™s line of inquiry and realizes that heā€™s got Kikutaā€™s cap.
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Not sure how to respond, he runs away and we learn that Kikutaā€™s younger brother died of illness during the first Sino-Japanese war.Ā Ā  That same war that killed Koitoā€™s older brother and that Tsurumi and Tsukishima fought in as well. With the statement of illness, I know what most likely killed Kikutaā€™s younger brother - malnutrition - specifically beri beri.Ā  As the Japanese military rapidly modernized using European models, they ran into an issue with many soldiers and sailors dying of some sort of mysterious illness and it wasnā€™t something that impacted the Westerners at all.Ā  Most of this has to do with the ability to eat white rice which was much more processed.Ā  It made it more expensive, but was nutritionally bad for men who came from lower incomes or poverty.Ā  Remember how stoked Asirpa was when she ate white rice all the way back at the herring fishery?Ā  If anyone has read ā€œHouse of Five Leavesā€ by Natsume Ono, youā€™d know the protagonist is a poor ronin and he falls ill due to beri beri.Ā  The solution was to return to the countryside/hometown to eat a more diverse diet.Ā  For a more detailed explanation of how bad this was for the Japanese military check out the video by Linfamy on youtube here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzIBpFDRr5g
The video even highlights the fierce (and counterproductive) competition between the Army and Navy which has already been well defined through Koitoā€™s backstory. The chapter ends with Sugimoto dropping the cap and the polite man who picks it up for him is Tsurumi with Ogata, Usami and Tsukishima in Tokyo. The plot thickens . . . somehow Sugimoto got mixed up in the business of the 27th and apparently Tokyo isnā€™t a vast city that you can get lost in and everyone knows everyone.Ā  Like how I was on flight to Saskatoon and the man next to me started up a conversation how he was from Burlington and went to Guelph and my friend who I was going to visit was also from Burlington and went to Guelph it is a small world kinda moment and in agriculture.Ā  I digress though.Ā  Things are starting to pull back together but Iā€™m still not 100% on with this plot direction/story arc.
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loser-hub Ā· 4 years ago
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All For One.
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Summary: There needs to be more content for this gloriously sinister man and I am more than happy to provide! How does it begin? Will you escape his clutches or will you submit to his desires?
Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Kidnapping, Mild mention of Starvation, Dubcon, Quirk use during sex, Mind-Break and a whole host of degeneracy.
Notes: I tried to make the reader as vague as I possibly could for insert pleasure! GN with as few details as possible so it could be anyone or anything! This is 18+, minors dni. If you'd like to block any content of this nature on my page please put Tw: Heavy Spice in your filtering options!
A/N: I really don't know if I should apologize for this or not, you can see the point it got out of hand so please be warned and take your tastes and limits into account while reading!
A terrible fate has befallen you, hasn't it?
Your meeting was rather innocuous. So easily forgotten despite the feelings time with him supplanted. Long before his debut in the Kamino Ward and before his defeat at the hands of the Symbol of Peace. He wasn't heavily deformed then, he could easily mix in with the crowds and disappear as quickly as he appeared. His shaggy white hair and piercing blue eyes matched only by his stature and smile, the consensus of the humdrum day-to-day passerby was that he was quite attractive. Not that he ever entertained their mindless and painfully obvious observations.
The fateful event happened rather clichƩ all things considered. It began in a library. Wonders never ceased and he was unsure what compelled him to enter the home of knowledge and entertainment but he never once regretted it. Wandering the sea of books he looked for anything that would pique his interest, he nearly gave up the search until his eyes landed on you. An innocent, tiny thing that perused the history section for your latest essay or project, he never specifically asked why you were there.
He was captivated, captured by your beauty. Staring there at the entrance of the aisle for so long that when you turned you shrieked, believing him to be a well dressed Weeping Angel that you had read about the night before. That was the most embarrassing moment of your life as you apologized to him and to the librarian that zipped to the location to scold you about being too loud. For once he found apologies endearing, cute even, adorable if you feel so inclined and the sheer shock that a creature like you could exist in this world was pushed to the wayside.
The encounter was swift but profound, for him at least. Using his towering height to pull a book from the shelf you were too short to reach and place with the over growing collection. You were stuttering and blushing something fierce underneath his gaze and he had to stop himself from smirking at your bashfulness. He asks for your name and once you divulge it he responds by insisting you call him Mr. Shigaraki. After more insistence from either side hearing his name fall from your lips was like he was graced with hearing the voice of an Angel.
Sadly that's where the meeting ended as your time was up for whatever was going to take up your time next and you needed to scurry away. You wouldn't be forgotten as your face was forever burned in his memory, a fondness churning in the pit of his stomach. He believed everyone else was beneath him, save for his brother, who were all ants that needed to be squashed. You were different and he needed to find out why.
Time passes, as it always does. You forgot your encounter with Mr. Shigaraki and life went on. The day started off oddly, you couldn't place why but the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. A lingering sense of doom settled in your mind like a dense fog on a dewy spring morning but whatever the reason had yet to reveal itself. This too was forgotten as the day progressed until it was late, late enough for you to seek refuge in your bed. About to drift off to sleep when suddenly your whole room shook, no, the entire area shook like an earthquake had just opened the earth beneath your feet. Looking out your bedroom window you saw chaos, the entire area had been decimated and nothing but rubble remained. Heroes had appeared and began evacuating just in time for your home to collapse.
You drifted in and out of consciousness. The moments where your eyelids were opened you saw none other than All Might, the Symbol of Peace, face down a masked villain in a suit. Shock was written on the hero's face when you called out to him for help, accidentally gaining the attention of the villain as well. If he still had eyes they would be wide and manic, he had not forgotten you of course but there you were. He had searched for you so fervently and yet here you were right under his nose. Your presence, he could feel it using that quirk from the cat rescuer and he instantly knew it was you. What luck. The fight was abandoned when he saw this was his best chance, the rest of the heroes were too focused on fighting off his pawns and All Might was too wounded to move.
In an instant the masked villain moved the rubble that had been pinning you in place and whisked you away.
Your fear was intoxicating. The pleas, begs and sobs that you cried were more delicious than anything he had ever experienced. More euphoric than any narcotic, sweeter than ambrosia. The beats of your hands on his back drowned out by the drumming of his heart, his mouth was beginning to water. He could hardly wait.
Like any self respecting villain All For One had many, many hideouts and safe houses. Many hadn't been used in years, others were still unknown to the heroes, then there was one. The place he took you was far more special, the place he had planned to bring you after that fateful day but never used when you slipped away. Well, you wouldn't escape this time.
For a place that hadn't seen life in years it was surprisingly well kept. Not a speck of dust laid on any surface, a few lightbulbs had died or exploded when he flipped on the lights but the water still ran and there was heat, it would do nicely for the time being. During the short trip via warp gate you had passed out, the silence when it had been delicious begs was disappointing but his signature smile appeared. There would be plenty of time to hear you cry while he breaks you into the perfect doll.
After your "retrieval" he places you on the never before used emperor sized bed and retreats to the lounge chair at your bedside. He sits perfectly still, staring at you much, admiring how much you changed and grew in his absence. A hint of pride bubbles up, he's pleased to know the lovely being he remembers became even fairer and more perfect. The feat would be impossible for any other person but you were made for him, you're his, and you had to be for a man such as him.
When you wake up those beautiful, blissful begs are heard by his worthy ears once again. Behind his life support helmet he sighs, a heavenly breath that you take for annoyance. You cry. "Please don't kill me", "Don't hurt me", "I'll do anything" but oh sweet thing, you're going to do anything he says regardless. You're his. Why would he hurt or kill you? If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
It comes as a surprise that he's afraid to remove his facial cover. He might be the Symbol of Evil with plans of world domination but there's a portion of him that is a slave to your desires, just as the world is a slave to his. A sliver of doubt appears as you ask who he is, if he reveals his identity and you ask for proof, his disfigured appearance would revolt you. No blue eyes to see you blush, no hair for you to run your hands through, no lips to feel yours on his.
"Mr. Shigaraki" was the clue he gave you. It was adorable seeing your face go blank as your mind was wracked trying to remember the face. He watched with bated breath as your eyes showed recognition, you remembered him. You remember his face, his smile, his feeling. That wasn't helpful, now you had a face to the person who kidnapped you. Who was holding you captive for...what? Ransom? To be tortured? To be his plaything? Every possibility was worse than the last, each one more dire and inescapable and bleak.
He did his best to comfort you albeit in a deleterious manner. The Emperor of Darkness' weight was displaced from the lounge chair and moved to the bed, his near gigantic form towering over you. Knee pressing into the mattress, causing your body to naturally shift into him. You couldn't move. There was no gap to dash through if your body would get over being paralyzed in fear. The hand that could cover your head was placed on your cheek with uncharacteristic gentleness, a soft gesture that was masked by the sinister appearance staring down at you.
"Fear not, My Sweet." His voice is slightly muffled by the life support, the emotions were unbridled, intense and all together unhinged. He's wholeheartedly delusional, diluted enough to believe he's going to the the greatest Demon Lord who ever lived and would dismantle the world, rule it all the while having your love. He craves it, he needs it, he's desperate for it. It drives him mad and being this close to you sends him to the brink of insanity.
Your limitless stubbornness is as wonderful as it is infuriating. All For One can't have the object of his love be a pushover from the gate, at least not yet. He has to experience the pleasure of breaking you, making you submit to him before you're allowed to follow his orders. He has to make you his Doll first, his obedient, beautiful Doll. That's a tall order and as the days pass his desperation grows. The itch in the back of his mind needed to be scratched and it was becoming clear his tactics were having the effect he desired. You stymied his every attempt, reacted the exact opposite of how he expected. He loved it, the last flame of your fighting spirit getting snuffed out in his raging insistence. He was beginning to wear you down, headway was being made and the inevitable end result was near.
All For One's machinations had increased in cruelness, once he had left you enough water to last a week and nothing else. The food vanished and all you were left with were bottles of water. He was gone for two weeks, it only took ten for you to teeter on the edge of sanity. Devoid of any interaction from the outside world. Only you, your thoughts and the dwindling "supplies". When he returned he was pleased he was greeted with showers of affection, your touch was smothering and your body was pressed to his as close as humanly possible. The last of your will had fled in his absence and now his Doll was in the perfect state to mould to his liking.
That night it begins. You're so needy, so greedy. He decides to indulge you and removes his helmet, confident you wouldn't be repulsed by his scarred visage. He's correct of course, when you were met with the invitation to express your desperation you take it. Your lips wander. Pressing messy and half-opened kisses to his neck, jaw, and whatever remained of his own lips as his massive hands lead you towards the bed. You don't notice until the back of your knees hit the edge and suddenly you're falling.
He's on you in an instant. The bed sinks with his added weight and the heat he radiated replaced the warmth provided by your clothes. Before you knew it his thick yet dexterous fingers were pushing into your hole unprompted, sheathing them down to the knuckle before they were retracted. He was going to take immense satisfaction by making you climax until you were babbling incoherently before even preparing you for his villainous cock.
Which was exactly what he did, denying you orgasm until you were red in the face and sobbing. All For One sat back on his knees in victory, smirking as he watched you wiggle and writhe at the loss of attention. There was one final thing: hearing you finally give into him. He owned your body but he needed to own your mind, your soul, your spirit, everything.
"Say it." In the moment his voice was low, gruff, reverberating throughout your clouded mind to send heat straight down to your nethers. You might've been aroused before but nothing compared to what his voice did to you.
"S-s-say w-wh-wha?" Barely able to form a sentence you willed yourself to speak, if only to repeat whatever he wanted so he would continue with his mind numbing ministrations. The lack of sending you in a desperate rut the likes of which you had never experienced. He was cruel, further denying you what you wanted. His hand so near to your skin that the tiny peach hairs picked up the presence but when your hips bucked to force him to touch you? He left entirely.
"Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, to ruin your body, to corrupt your mind and make you mine. Mine alone."
That was quite the mouthful and you weren't sure if you could say it back but that's what he wanted. Mustering your frenzied will you commanded yourself to speak, to plead for what you so desperately wanted. "Please, please fuck me. Please I need you, I need you, please make me yours. I want to be yours, please!"
Every second, every breath, every thought had been leading up to this moment. All For One was in Seventh Heaven upon hearing your final submittance, exultantly triumphant. Your reward was swiftly delivered, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against the entrance of your hole and with one swift thrust he inserted himself to the hilt. The sharp edge of his hips cutting against the plush of your inner thighs, it hurt, it hurt so much. He had prepared you, scissoring and stretching you, it wasn't enough. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full stuffing of his cock inside you was enough to make you regret begging him to fuck you, sensing this he didn't move. Giving you time to adjust and acclimate while licking away your salty tears. The heat of his heavy breath oddly comforting.
Once your filled hole stopped fluttering all bets were off. His hips snapped expeditiously in the customary manner of fucking ones Doll till they came undone and fell into unconscious from the exhaustion and pleasure they felt. He was unrestrained. The initial softness and care he showed was the furthest thing in his mind now all that was left was a feral need to fuck his Doll till they were bedbound. He makes sure you know who owns you, using his numerous quirks to let you there was no escape. Musculoskeletal Coiling to make his already bed shattering thrusts harder. Proliferation, creating several pairs of arms and hands to tease you in places all at once. Reaching to grasp at your neck, fingers tweaking your oversensitive nipples all the while more teased and played with places unimaginable. Once using his Air Walk quirk to suspend you both amidst the impactful love-making.
Time had no meaning. Whatever seconds you counted to remember how many times he had made you climax were a distant dream, black spots appeared in your vision, your body somehow numb and pained all at once. The lightest touch was like you had been set on fire. In one particularly lucid moment you swore a drop of his milky cum was sliding past your nose but you don't remember blowing him or snorting it out but in the haze who knows what had happened. Finally the peaceful sleep wrapped you in its arms and carried you off to a safer place for a time.
Just as you passed out All For One finally came. Engorging you to the very brim, his fingers acting as a stopper to keep his demonic cum from spilling out. Whatever was left of the wrecked bed was used as All For One took your limp, sleeping body and wrapped you up in the soiled duvet.
The afterglow shone brightly like a halo while he laid with you. Keeping you flush against him. The plotting began again. Awaiting your eventual awakening to show you the other quirks at his disposal. He was far from done with you. It hadn't been a day since your submission and he intended to keep you as his Doll till you were well and old and your last breath was the escape from his eternal love.
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theepisceswriter Ā· 4 years ago
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hiiii friendšŸ„ŗšŸ¤šŸ¤šŸ¤ I love ur blog so much it was an automatic follow when i found out u were a black writer too!!! for the event can i request Toji w/ hair bands & sunglasses if thatā€™s ok<3 have a beautiful day xoxo
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STALLIONā€™S 600 MILESTONE EVENT
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ā™” Hair bands: Breeding
ā™” Sunglasses: Over protective/Yandere
TW: whew Toji is a trigger warning in his own, not proofread so if you see something that doesnā€™t make sense shhhh, Yandere themes obviously, toxic relationship themes, jealousy, breeding, manipulation kinda, MINORS DNI!
WC: 1.9k
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You should have known better than to even glance in another manā€™s direction, let alone give him the attention and blessing of being in your presence that Toji had made clear was reserved for him and only him. That was always stressed with hisses, tugs on your arms in the opposite direction, and threats of violence coming their way whenever he felt someone was becoming too close to what was his.Ā 
His love for you was intoxicating to the point where it was a toxic bitterness with just a side of sweetness. A day never going by where you werenā€™t put on a pedestal and treated like a queen, him even going as far to literally kiss the floor you walked upon one day. So much love coming your way reserved exclusively for you was foreign to your body, so instead of leaving you clinged on to every overpowering gesture of affection sent your way. Ignoring the antics of your overly possessive boyfriend if it meant you would be loved a little longer.Ā 
Toji never liked that slimy blue eyed man that always came around. A sneer always on his scarred lips whenever Gojo was around. Even the overly flirtatious tone of his voice got the hittman in an uproar, ready to grab his flimsy lanky body by the neck and fling it across the room whenever he cheekily let pet names for you seep from his pathetic lips. And if it wasnā€™t for you stepping in to calm Toji down when he was on the brink of violence then Gojo very well couldā€™ve been extinct from this earth already. No matter how powerful he was, Toji's want to have you to himself was stronger.Ā 
Still, their prior negative interactions with each other didnā€™t stop you from holding and entertaining a conversation with the white haired man when he called out to you and stopped you in your tracks of approaching the door of the apartment you shared with your beloved.Ā 
Your heart was just too pure and sweet, always faithful for your Toji in return of his undying love, that you didnā€™t see anything wrong with the interactions. Expecting the conversation to last no longer than 4 minutes in fear of what would happen if your lover overheard you two talking outside the door. But no matter how many times you tried to dismiss yourself Gojo was just so adamant that you listened to the extended story of his and Getoā€™s latest wild antics.Ā 
You didnā€™t even notice the presence of Toji until the low rumbling of a growl sounded from behind you warranting your eyes to move in that direction, only to be met with the sight of your angered significant other: chest heaving with anger, eyes low with vengeance, and muscles flexing ready to pounce and attack.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll deal with you later, Satoru,ā€ each word that left him was laced with a deep venom, ā€œIā€™d sleep with one eye open if I were you.ā€
That was the only verbal warning given to him before you felt the force of strong fingers gripping at your neck dragging you in the direction of your apartment, your breath hitched in a throat and at a loss of words. Silently anticipating what was awaiting you the minute you would step in the threshold of your home.Ā 
ā€œDo you not love me?ā€ The click of the door closing and locking is the only sound bringing you away from the maze that was your mind currently, the deep feeling in your gut letting you know that you had really messed up. ā€œIs that why you continue to speak with that filth? Itā€™s because you hate me right?ā€
ā€œTojiā€“ā€ The grip of his fingers tightening around the flesh of your neck cuts your sentence premature.Ā 
ā€œNo, that must be it. You must be thinking of him fucking you right now. You want him to take you away from me, donā€™t you?ā€ He continues on, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes threatening to spill on to his cheeks. ā€œIf I hadnā€™t come outside when I did he wouldā€™ve stolen my precious y/n away from me because heā€™s a fucking piece of scum like that!ā€ His insecurities dare to pierce through his words as he screams them at the top of his longs, startling you at just how unhinged he was becoming right in front of you.
ā€œGojo isnā€™t even my type,ā€ you begin to reassure him, choosing your words carefully, ā€œI could never leave you, Toji. No one has ever loved me as much as you have.ā€ You wish there was a more clear way to relay this to him without having to repeat every other week whenever he decided to have an episode over yet another man that wiggled their way into your life. His accusations were baseless and both of you knew it, but still his words sent a sting to your heart that had tears of your own threatening to spill from your eyes.Ā 
It was like nothing you could do would ever be enough for him to feel loved securely and that alone put a knife through your heart.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re lying to me, youā€™re just telling me what I want to hear! Iā€™m not stupid!ā€ Without warning his fingers wiggle their way in between the rough material of your denim jeans to run a single finger over the damp fabric of your panties, sneer only growing at the realization of your wetness. ā€œIs this for him or me? I canā€™t tell anymore when it comes to you.ā€
ā€œFor you.ā€ You let out a soft pant when he moves your panties to the side and his bare roughed thumb makes contact with your clit. And in all honesty it was for him. There was something about watching him go absolutely feral over something as simple as another man having a conversation that made you feel appreciated; your toxic interpretation of affection.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s all for you. I donā€™t love anyone else but you.ā€ It was the extra arousal that accumulated around his fingers that let him know you were telling the truth and even without it he would know you were telling the truth. Your body reacted to his touch and his touch only, conditioned by him to perform how he wanted it too at his will. Your body was meant just for him.Ā 
ā€œKneel for me, darling.ā€™
And so you did exactly just that, obeying his orders the moment he removed his hands from your pants. Not even bother to speak up about how you thought you should leave the corridor of your home and move to the bedroom. Your request would fall on deaf ears anyway.
Sinking to your knees you worked immediately on getting the string holding his white pants together undone, hand going to palm his bulge while you spent your precious time removing his boxers from his hips.
ā€œHurry up,ā€ He hissed out in annoyance and eagerness. And just like minutes ago you obeyed his command, pulling down his boxers until his cock was springing free and slapping against the lower abs of his stomach.
The impatient traits in him had you grabbing your hair to gain control of you, not allowing your throat time to adjust or get ready for his size before he was lowering your mouth onto his dick. The sudden fullness leaving you gagging around his shaft that only sent shivers up his spine, grunts leaving his lips with each bob of your head he made you do.
The tears that were already brimming your eyes began falling down your cheek when Toji quickened up the thrusts of his hips into your mouth practically fucking it. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth only lubricating it more and allowing him to move at a quicker pace than before and fit more of his fat cock down your throat, a slight stinging sensation making your throat sore with each thrust.Ā 
Even through blurry teary eyes you could see his lower abs begin to construct signaling that he was close to his orgasm already, but instead of shooting his load down your throat and watching as your pretty face got messed up with it, he had different plans in mind. Pulling out of your mouth completely he allowed you a well deserved break to breathe and relax your jaw.
ā€œSay youā€™re mine.ā€ He commanded from above.Ā 
Without a skip your lips moved to say, ā€œIā€™m yours, Toji. Always and forever.ā€
Your answer worked in both of your favor because the sneer on his face finally changed into something of a smile at your words.Ā 
Leaning down he gropes your breast through the restraint of your shirt before roughly lifting your shirt up and pulling down your bra to release them, a gentle smack landing on both of them soon after.
ā€œGet up and face the wall.ā€ Another command that you obey in seconds, gulping as you anxiously awaited his next move with nervous fingers gripping at the drywall.Ā 
Your whole body was suddenly violently jerked from the motion of Toji practically ripping your jeans off of you with his strong hands, not even bothering to remove them from around your ankles but instead using them to keep your mobility limited slightly.Ā 
ā€œMine, only mine.ā€ He mumbles against your neck as he places kisses, sliding your underwear to the side with his index and middle finger to allow his cock access to your hole. Sliding into you until he was at the hilt with a moan that was borderline a groan, precum already dripping into the confinement of your walls.
ā€œGojo would never be able to fuck me as good as you do.ā€ You pump his head full with a superiority complex knowing it would only make him perform better than he already was and you were correct because immediately he began thrusting up into you at a speed that left your walls contracting around his slick cock and his orgasm from minutes ago already catching up again.Ā 
The snaps of his hips were quick, rough, and sloppy but the curvature of his dick against your g spot made any style of thrusting feel amazing to you. The pleasure barely allowed you to stand without your knees buckling in on you, the tight hold Toji had around your waist keeping you from falling on to the floor.
He hammered into you from behind while periodically squeezing the soft flesh of your breast, something he often found comfort in doing. Each lewd gasp that escaped your pretty plump lips only encouraged him to move quicker until he had profanities spilling from underneath his breath.
ā€œMaybe I should know you up,ā€ he suggests, ā€œMake it so youā€™ll always be tied to me no matter what. Make your belly plump with my offspring. Youā€™d be such a pretty momma and have the most gorgeous post pregnancy body. I wouldnā€™t be able to resist you.ā€ Whimpers and moans sounded from the both of you at his words. The image he painted turning the two of you on in different ways that met in the middle.Ā 
ā€œGonna get you nice and pregnant so no one else will mess with you again and you won't betray me again.ā€ And with one final thrust he sent long spurts of his warm seed into your pussy. Only pulling away to watch his masterpiece with a smile as cum dripped from your hole and made a mess all over the insides of your thighs.Ā 
The same smile adorned his lips as he walked hand in hand with you through the corridor of your apartments months later with your belly protruding and beginning to form a consistent ball while you waddled by his side, so dependent for him for almost everything you did due to the side effects of your pregnancy.Ā 
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