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Grand Prix Elite Academy (1/10) +18 | professor!Toto x reader fem!futuredriver, sewiss, carlos x reader

Summary: Your life turns 360 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One college designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the university faculties, and try to win this year's cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes while trying to befriend your eclectic driver classmates, join the wild Red Bull parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Drive to Greatness! Genre: Romance, smut, and comedy. Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fanfiction set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program that supports young, talented girls, having lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold and becoming the new girl in class, which is always challenging, especially when all of you share one campus. Masterlist: all chapters here

Chapter 1: Hi, Society

"Everyone who lives in Monaco is filthy rich."

Well, that's a half-lie that people say; the working class also lives there, and the families and people who work for the rich are on the outskirts of town near the border with France.

Yours is one of those: a middle-class family of three (you, dad, and your dog). So, a chunk of your day goes to commuting downtown to attend school and help with the auto parts shop, your family-run business.

You had the misfortune (now you call it that!) to be raised by a hardcore motorsports madman in what you consider one of the most F1 households of all time in the most F1 city in the world.

That madman is your dad, a middle-aged man who is apparently good-looking (judging by the attention he gets from female customers; okay, he is in shape; you get that part) but has remained single for the longest time.

He is a hard-working mechanic who invested all his inheritance in opening an automobile repair shop and a twin business, an auto parts and components store located on the same street, which seems logical.

You are one of those households that loves everything related to cars and motorsports, a trait you inherited in your cells from birth.

Yes, yes, you are a "daddy's girl." It's embarrassing, but he's your hero.

Thanks to him, you were that "weird" little girl at elementary school who could name all the parts of a car's engine and their exact functions. You could explain the mechanics and physics behind a motor by high school, and you were able to repair and customize cars and motorbikes by your senior years.

Daydreaming was a fundamental part of your childhood and still is, but nowadays, the therapist calls it MaDD or trauma coping.

Back in the day, you loved sneaking into the driver's seat of any of the expensive sports cars the clients took to the workshop for repair. You imagined it morphing into a racing car as you drove it to high speeds on a race track.

Of course, you always ended up winning the Grand Prix! And that fantasy lasted until either one of the mechanics or your dad got you out of the unit.

By the time you turned eight, your family made an effort to take you karting. It's expensive, way more complex than you expected, and heavy on the body!

You always ended up exhausted after practice or racing, but you didn't care because you were killing the game, impressing people along the way, and winning piles of trophies!

After several years of success, you got sponsored and made it to Formula Renault, where winning was also a regular thing.

Then, you continued to Formula 4, where you started to succeed, too. By that point, you were utterly emotionally invested in your racing career, working hard to make your dream come true and make your parents proud.

But that sad September, your mom got sick.

After her passing, nothing was quite the same, and your racing dreams got buried along with her, leaving you and your dad an emotional and financial wreck and with a lot of debt in the bank due to her treatments.

"Time heals everything,"

That's another half-lie people tell.

You never get over a loss of that kind, but you learn to live your life the best way possible and find joy after it.

So, as you go through your teen years, you feel your life is starting over as if someone else lived your past.

You choose to help more with the family business after noticing your father is tired and stressed every day and wanting to be there for him.

You take full responsibility for running the auto parts and components store. After school, you go there every day, and that's where you practically live.

The shop is in an old part of town. It used to be a cheap neighborhood, but not today. It's still not the most luxurious town area, but the location is excellent nowadays.

As the business grew, the shop underwent several remodels, more like improvements made by your uncle Marco (your late mom's brother) and your godfather, who works in construction.

The store is bright, clean, and organized. It has tall white walls with blue accents (the ones you helped paint), neat grey polished concrete floors where you can almost watch your reflection, and pendant lights in the ceiling over the aisles full of product racks. Several pennants and large posters give the place character.

Most of the time, you are behind the large counter with the cashier and computer by the entrance, where you run the stock, attend customer payments, do your homework, and watch Netflix (on slow days).

Next to you is always your dog, with his bed and bowl, and behind you is an entire wall of shelves with premium products.

The store's most recent and exciting acquisition is a new set of automatic slide doors and a large welcoming rug with the business logo.

God! How boring is your life?!

Still, you are grateful for those; on busy days, you want to tear your ears off at the nonstop sound of the bell atop the door.

The store is at the corner of the street, and the large workshop is two buildings away across the road.

Both are different from your usual mechanic's spots; yes, there is still oil in some parts, but this is Monaco, after all! If you want to attract clients in this city, you must look nice.

Your dad lives and breathes at the workshop.

Your household is one of those that leaves the family home very early in the morning and returns at night to sleep.

As things get financially healthier again, your dad and godfather work hard to renovate the shop's attic slash old storage space into a tiny apartment for you.

It's a simple but cozy open-floor concept: a one-bedroom with a kitchenette and counter bar for two stools, a sitting area with a bulky love seat and a TV.

Your desk is next to the bay window, facing the street and sky; this is your favorite spot to study.

A queen-size bed with a nightstand completes the space, along with the door leading to the world's tiniest bathroom.

You love this rabbit hole so much. Your dad and godfather allowed you to choose the style of decor and furniture (you went for minimal and boho), and you love it more than your actual home (a more spacious two-and-a-half-bedroom apartment with a small balcony nearer the mountains).

As you grow older and reach legal age, you start doing everything at the shop by yourself, saving the money spent on extra hands.

From cleaning to stock control, acting like a sales lady and the store influencer, posting social media content, updating the website once you convinced your dad to sell online, and taking care of your dog, now the business mascot.

People love him! He always gets pats on the head from customers, and some return just for him. He is a lazy old basset hound named "Diesel."

You must ensure that Diesel wears his bandana with the shop logo daily, as it is his official employee uniform. He is your childhood dog, and the idea of losing him makes you anxious.

By this point, you speak fluent "Mechanic" which should be considered an entire language thanks to growing up surrounded by them.

Depending on the photo, you can't avoid smiling or laughing when you open up your childhood photo albums.

There are many pictures from your birthday parties held at the workshop. In them, you appear surrounded by alpha males with tattoos, beards, and muscles as you blow the candles off a Barbie-inspired cake with the entire place decorated in glittery pink party decor.

That's your life in a nutshell.

Nowadays, since you are a full-grown woman in their eyes, they act overprotective of you, especially when a boy your age tries to flirt with you while buying something with their parent's credit card.

But they get it so wrong! You don't recall when or how, but you started to get attracted to men, not boys, older men.

That middle-aged group of guys that make you beg, "Please run me over with your sports car," as you stare at them driving as they pass across the big windows facing the store's street.

You love the roaring sound of the engine, but you love the view of a handsome man driving it even more.

Still, it's just a fantasy; those guys are completely out of your league, and well, you don't have a social life and have never had a boyfriend.

In the last couple of days before graduation, many universities show up to promote their college programs at Open Day.

You avoid the Grand Prix Elite Academy people like they have the plague, knowing that's a dream you can't afford.

And they know it, too!

You can tell by the look the extremely hot model-looking Student Affairs ladies give you when you succumb to the temptation to get closer to their stand.

You nervously step in front of them without saying a word and leave after they rudely and unwantedly hand you a brochure with all the information about the program, costs, and more.

They both look annoyed at their employers for making them attend a school without potential clients.

When you arrive at your loft, you remove your shoes and drop your bag on the floor. You muster the courage to read the brochure as you get cozy on the bulky, puffy couch.

"Grand Prix Elite Academy is the ultimate path to success in the world of motorsports.

Our program is an exclusive Formula One college degree designed for aspiring drivers who dream of pursuing a career in professional racing.

This program offers unparalleled training and mentorship from seasoned professionals, personalized coaching from world-class racing experts, access to state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge simulators, and networking opportunities with industry leaders.

This degree aims to cultivate the skills and mindsets of future champions. It's the ultimate platform for developing the aptitudes, knowledge, and connections necessary to reach the pinnacle of motorsports.

Drive to Greatness. Race with us."

After re-reading the entire brochure a hundred times and eyeing all the pictures, subjects, and prices attached, you can't help but cry out until you fall asleep.

After several texts to your number and no reply, your dad goes up to the loft to look for you, now a bit worried.

The day is over, and you two should head home soon to avoid traffic. He always texts you when it's time to leave, and you rush down the street to get in the car.

As he moves closer to the sofa to wake you up, he notices the "GPEA" brochure on the floor and picks it up. He doesn't say anything about it later.

The summer break begins, and soon, you will become a college freshman.

You applied for several engineering college programs that are within your budget.

You still want to work at Formula One, and if you can't get a driver's seat, you aim for a team chair.

You have been nervous the entire week, knowing the acceptance letters will soon arrive. You are crossing your fingers they aren't rejection ones.

You get accepted in two out of four!

However, when the postman shows up at the store again, you look at him perplexed as he hands you a fancy envelope.

It's good your dad is having lunch with you at the counter at that exact moment to clarify your doubts.

—What is this?! —your voice goes all high as you walk fast and nervously to him, showing him the Grand Prix Elite Academy logo stamp on the envelope.

—Listen, don't get mad at me. Your dad puts down the fork and stops eating for a moment to face you. —Wait to get your hopes up high yet. He starts to calm you down, noticing how you are hyperventilating. —Open it first.

—WHAT?!!

—Y/N, breath, easy...

You tear the envelope with shaky hands and quickly scan the letter's content.

—AH! —a funny scream comes out of your mouth, and you look at your dad with wide eyes before pushing him into a tight hug, a bit brusquely. —I GOT IN! I GOT THIS YEAR'S SCHOLARSHIP!! —you fucking can't believe it. —BUT HOW!?!!

—I applied for you, well, I pretended to be you; I disliked being an annoying girl —he rolls his eyes at you, joking. —After that, I sent the board an email explaining our situation; now, as your father —he looks a bit embarrassed at his confession. —It's good that I documented your entire and promising racing career. I know how important this is for you. I'm sorry that we cannot afford it on our own. I know you have the talent and deserve that scholarship more than anyone! Thank God they went all charity on your ass!

You laugh, and happy tears run down your face. Your dad hasn't seen you this happy, not since mom...

—OH GOD!

—What?! —your dad's heart skips at your words.

—It says I must register ASAP for the virtual classroom since I didn't attend the in-person summer program. Jesus! I just got in, and I'm already behind! —you rush to the computer, and before logging in, you say: —Dad, I love you; you have nothing to apologize for!

As the countdown to the start of the academy year goes on, your nervousness levels increase.

You get more hysterical each day, and your dad already regrets his actions.

Billions of thoughts cross your mind daily: What if they don't like me? What if I end up failing? Am I good enough? What I'm going to wear? This attire list is so pretentious. What's a smart-casual look? I don't own any black tie gowns!

OH GOD!

A heavy box arrives at the shop by mail.

It's your welcome package to the academy. Inside, you find a gorgeous and expensive-looking varsity jacket, the college's cashmere sweater, and many more branded items.

It also contains an extensive list of things you need to start the year, instructions for your first day, and a textbook of rules.

Your scholarship sponsor is WomanOne, which supports girls around the globe in completing their college degrees.

You feel so empowered that you swear to do your best and conquer the game!

Your grades and performance are crucial for them, so you must win the most Elite Academy Cup races you can.

Two days later, another envelope arrives; this time is an invitation for the Homecoming Gala; the paper feels fancy as fuck!

The event is scheduled two nights before the start of the course, and it's mandatory, which you find hilarious.

You have never been obliged to attend a fancy party before.

A few days later, a push notification informs you you have two new DMs on the GPEA app (the official college app they requested you to download).

After completing your profile for the driver market, the Ferrari and Aston Martin principals want to interview you on the virtual platform.

Shit is getting real!

—She looks too sweet for this brutal land; I hope she survives here, Lewis says as he leans closer to peek at Sebastian's iMac screen.

This year, they volunteered at the Student Affairs Department to obtain the mandatory extra credits.

Well, Sebastian applied for the job and dragged Lewis along, as usual.

They both look at the student picture you upload on the platform; then, Seb starts to copy out your data to print your access badge.

—Is she on the market yet?

—Yes. All the faculty principals have reviewed her profile, but only Ferrari and Aston will interview her. She applied to join the McLaren faculty, though.

—Interesting. So, no words from Zack?

—Not yet. You know how it is, my dear scholarship king. Y/N looks really promising. Are you feeling nervous about it? Now someone wants to take the full scholarship prodigy title away from you —Seb teases.

—By this rookie, you wish! —Lewis tenderly slaps Sebastian's face. —Everyone is after my titles anyway, as well as my sexy good looks. Are you feeling nervous about it?

—You wish! She doesn't have what I give you —it's Seb turn to state.

—Oh, please, could you remind me what you give me? —Lewis teases, a bit aroused.

—Oh, I can show you —Seb gets dangerously close to him, slowly pushing him against the office desk.

You are so grateful the full scholarship includes the on-campus living fee and secures you a dorm room.

The GPEA is so far from your house that commuting there would be a nightmare. Thanks, Google Maps, for the info! Now you know you have to leave tomorrow with enough time to be on time for the Homecoming Gala.

You struggle to fall asleep. It's the anxiety for tomorrow's party. You pray to God somehow you fit in.

As the moonlight dances upon the glistening waters of Monaco's coastline, the college's luxury campus emerges with opulence.

Tonight, the GPEA is hosting the most glamorous Gala to mark the commencement of a new school year; to your eyes, it's a scene of total excess and splendor.

Nothing as you have seen before!

Party lights dance and illuminate the facades of the campus buildings, casting vibrant and cool designs on the walls.

The garden's magnificent palm trees sway gently under the warm Mediterranean breeze, their leaves aglow with the enchanting hues of the illuminations.

The campus's modern architecture, a seamless blend of money and elegance, looks like an oasis adorned with meticulously manicured gardens, flowers, and fountains, where the soft sound of water cascading brings a sense of tranquility amidst the muffled DJ music coming out of the celebration.

As you are about to reach the building entrance, you notice the long parade of the most luxurious cars, gracefully chauffeuring guests who descend with elegance, sporting breathtaking gowns from renowned designers and dapper men wearing impeccably tailored tuxedo suits.

This homecoming Gala looks straight out of Gossip Girl.

As you step onto the red carpet, you can feel the electric buzz, radiating a contagious energy that sets the exhilarating tone for the party.

It looks like it is going to be a wild night.

And you are correct. The clinking glasses of champagne get louder as the evening progresses, and the party ensues.

The crowd consists of beautiful, fit, and effortlessly stylish students exuding an air of confidence and superiority.

Despite your striking look in a fancy dress, you can't shake the feeling of being an outsider among the elite.

As you move around in the ballroom with a glass in hand, you notice a figure that stands out: Toto Wolff, wearing an impeccably tailored suit and exuding charm and charisma.

His striking features, towering height, and muscular body immediately command your attention. Your gaze draws towards him, entirely captivated by his physical attributes and confident presence among the sea of people.

You can't help but stare at him; he is pure eye candy.

"So, this is what genuine attraction feels like?"

You go all red when you notice a stunning set of clear eyes watching you, lusting for Toto.

—No worries. It's the usual reaction Toto gets. We've all been there, I guess. I'm Leandra de Vries! I'm a Ferrari somophore —a stunning, lean girl with legs for days and perfect hair greets you.

Wow, that's having a face card! Her nose is to die for, and Jesus, those eyes! She looks tan, and her skin is silky and shiny.

"I need to moisturize!" You think.

—I'm Y/N Y/LN —you quickly add. —That's a beautiful dress, Leandra!

—It's vintage Dior; they don't make them like this anymore —she shows you her breathtaking embroidered gown, extending her long, athletic leg. —You look good, even with that thing you are wearing! No offense; you better get used to this kind of comment. Let's say this place requires thick skin; my advice: never take it personally.

—Oh, thanks, I guess?! —you both laugh.

—Is it from Zara? —Leandra comes closer to whisper to your ear, curious and disgusted at the time, but with comedic timing.

—Yes! —you say, holding a giggle.

—Oh god! Please remind me to get you in my wardrobe; I have a couple of pieces you so desperately need —she smiles at you and intertwines her right arm with yours.

—Please! —you beg and smile her back.

—Let's walk around! —she invites you.

So far, you like Leandra. Although she may look like a mean girl, she is well-intended, kind, and honest. She doesn't hold back, and that's your type of person.

—So that's the new "Charity Baby"? She's cute!

—Where!? —Lando pops his head behind Oscar after his comment.

—There, with Leandra —he points.

—How does that woman get even hotter each year?! Fuck, she looks so fuckable in that dress! —Lando undresses Leandra with his eyes.

—Getting an erection this early on? That's a new record for you —Max jokes, staring at him.

Leandra starts to lead you both in their direction. The group gathered around the large velvet sofa in the fancy sitting area near the bar.

When you arrive at their side, you overhear George leading the conversation.

—She is still out of your league, mate —George mocks her. —But how did it go with Arabella?

—Oh, she was delicious; I fucked her in the gym's pool. Her ass feels terrific! —Lando lets them know the gossip.

—Arabella is the blonde with the great tits? —Max inquires.

—No, no, that's the Mercedes girl, the one I fucked in the library.

—And you also fucked the librarian.

—And the trainer's assistant.

—And the Human Resources lady.

Everyone keeps adding.

—Better be getting ready for Lando's disappointing dick game —Carlos jokes with you as soon as he notices you standing there in complete silence and addressing you for the first time.

Everyone turns their head towards you.

You go all red.

—I mean, if you want, I'm available tonight —Lando shoots his shot, shamelessly flirting with you and reaching for your hand.

—And welcome! —Sebastian jokes from a distance, comfy wrapped in Lewis's arms on the sofa.

—Lando, you fuck everything that moves —Yuki states impressed.

—It's cus' I got dick game, to Carlos' jealousy.

Out of nowhere, you notice Lance standing right to your left. —I heard you are working class and got here under a full scholarship like Lewis did. Is that true?! —Lance inquires, curious and with a sweet voice, but his wording is not the best.

—Yes, I'm from a middle-class family —you shyly reply. —We own a car repair workshop, and I work there.

Lance's face looks stunned. Sebastian notices his and your expression and doesn't waste time.

—Lance, you can't ask people that! You know some people work to live? God, you are so out of touch! Excuse him —Seb says.

—Yeah, unlike him, the people's people —Lewis mocks Seb, pointing at him and roughly combing his hair, then Lewis gives you a "These guys" face and winks at you. —They don't mean it —Lewis lets you know. —Welcome, welcome! I'm L-

—Lewis Hamilton, yes, I know, you are a legend —you look at him in awe.

He is the only one who gets it, who gets you.

He is as rare as you. His family famously worked their butts off to get him here before he got offered a full scholarship like yours and became the scholarship program and GPEA prodigy.

No one has won more trophies and cups in the history of the college than him.

Mercedes already hired him as their reserve driver and offered him a contractor as their future F1 talent, the most expensive arrangement ever for a rookie. They are just waiting for Michael to retire.

Principal Zack reaches you after chatting, dancing, joking, and getting to know everyone in that little group. —Miss, Y/LN. Can we have a word, please?

—Of course! —you interrupt your conversation with Oscar and go to him.

After walking around and casually conversing a bit, he informs you: I appreciate your request to join our faculty, but unfortunately, it's impossible for us now. We noticed your career resume has a long hiatus, which puts you behind our other candidates. However, we will closely watch your performance this year, and maybe you can ask again next year —Zack politely kills your dream to drive for them momentaneously. —You have a promising future, you are talented, and I wish you the best.

—Oh, bummer! But I understand, sir. I will do my very best!

You make it back to the group, but since they love to gossip, they all observe the scene from afar and interpret your expressions, betting their money wasn't good.

—And? —Yuki asks.

—Not McLaren.

—I'm sorry, it's their loss! —Mick soothes you. By far, he is the most kind and polite of the bunch. It must be tough to grow up under his dad's shadow; maybe that's why he is so empathic with the outcasts.

—I haven't heard from Aston or Ferarri after my interviews either —you look slightly concerned now.

—Give it a time —Seb reassures you.

—Oh god, it's too early to endure a Masi's speech. No one is drunk enough yet! —Lewis cuts the chat, looking straight at the man getting up on the fancy and tech stage, lit out under professional lightning; a massive state-of-the-art Samsung screen is behind, showcasing the academy and its sponsor's logos.

—Does anyone feel like powdering their nose in the bathroom before the speech begins? —Carlos offers.

—Count me on, babe! Do you want to join us? Being high as a kite is the best way to enjoy this party —Leandra addresses you.

—Oh! No, no, thank you —you quickly denied with your arms.

—Hey, don't go hard! I brought mushrooms for all of us later —Max adds, and they nod in sync.

Okay, this is going nothing like you expected.

"Good night, esteemed faculty, staff, and enthusiastic students. As the Dean, I am honored to address you at the start of this new academic year at the Grand Prix Elite Academy. We are here united by a shared passion for speed, engineering, and the excitement of Formula One racing.

Our college stands as a unique institution dedicated to preparing the next generation of brilliant minds and innovative professionals in the motorsport industry.

This academic year holds incredible opportunities for growth, learning, and discovery, and I encourage each and every one of you to embrace the challenges, cultivate your skills, and push the boundaries of knowledge in this exhilarating field.

Let us fuel our enthusiasm, collaborate synergistically, and pave the way to new frontiers of excellence together. I extend a warm welcome to all and look forward to an extraordinary year ahead.

Thank you."

A lazy round of applause comes from the crowd, but minutes before, in the middle of the speech, Leandra went by your side. —Do you want to know all the tea about Toto? —noticing how your eyes wander to him once more.

He is up on the stage with all the principals from the different faculties. It's nothing new, but you are experiencing it for the first time.

—Well —you hesitate. —Yes.

—He has remained single for a while now, more like fucking around, actually. Toto has a type: blond bombshells, the supermodel type, you know, with insane bodies. I'm friends with two of his conquests, and one told me he fucks like a bull. He likes it hard and rough, and the other let me know he has a delicious fat cock but that he hits it and quicks it; he left her waiting for more.

You blush at her words, which she instantly notices. Before continuing: —Last I witnessed with my own gorgeous eyes, Toto was hooking up with Rihanna at that fancy Ferrari's anniversary party; she was all over him; it was a great party, we all got smashed! I ended up riding Dani on the back of his car, oops.

You hit playfully Leandra in the ribs with your elbow while looking at Riccardio dancing meters away. —Daniel is hot!

—And a moron, ah, right! Toto went through a very public divorce about a year ago; it was the talk of the town. The Wolff's splitting, OH! The elites went wild! His ex-wife is a counselor here, so you will see her around; they have a weird relationship. I think they still fuck.

Okay, this is a lot of information, but one thing is sure: you are different from his type.

—By the way, he's a very demanding professor and one of the very best. His subjects are challenging to get accepted into, so think twice before choosing him. Many girls try to add his class to their schedules to get closer to him, but it never ends well. He is a dream crusher. Do you want me to introduce you to him? I am one of his favorite students.

—Oh, no, no —you get all nervous. Leandra laughs at your answer and how you get full panic within seconds.

—So you are the type who only likes to stare? —she mocks you. You softly push her, joking.

Oh, yes, and he looks so fine. That suit is tight in all the right places.

The party gets better and wilder as the night progresses, and the alcohol takes a toll on your systems.

People are dancing to Lando's DJ's seductive set and hooking up everywhere; the lights are dim, and neon lasers pulsate to the beats.

Bodies move in sync with the rhythm as you gather on the dance floor. Max offers the mushrooms around, and a "Fuck it! I deserve to feel alive!" feeling overpowers you, and you join them as they cheer you in, feeling now more like part of the pack!

Amidst the blur of Carlos' dancing body, your partner for the night, you start to feel everything on your skin: the energy, passion, and thrill. You needed this tempting display of youthful freedom and uninhibited release; you were begging for your inhibitions to fade temporarily.

You can't wait for the course to start and for this new chapter in your life to begin. Please don't let it just be a dream!

Thank you for reading; see you in the next chapter! Let me know if you like this storyline; it is a work in progress!

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What If: Jordan got rejected?

hello, i'm here once more, late at night with another story, yay :) i hope you guys enjoy, i'm using this to get a grip with my writing so feedbacks are welcome. also i'm open to requests & asks!

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It all started with Forensics.

The one class, other than Brink’s, that every single student in Crimefighting major wanted to attend.

Ministered by professor Clancy, it was focused on preparing students for a career in – as the major’s name itself already implied - crime fighting by means that when beyond just the use of brute force.

The studies spanned the fields of hero anthropology, superheroes bio-chemistry; biology of super abled bodies, chemistry of brains and bodies under the influence of Compound V, physics and psychology specialized in superheroes and sociology of a society with super powered people. It was a quite extensive coursework, it required perfect grades, above 75% class attendance percentage independent of the major (but let’s be real no one in fucking Performing Arts were trying to get into Forensics), GPA of 3.7 or above – professor Clancy was ridiculously strict about who’s taking her class –, and a previous knowledge of the basics of lifesaving techniques (which, curiously, wasn’t include in God U’s curriculum).

Anyone who managed to get a chair during this class was considered to be blessed. Those who were accepted in the course had with certainty guaranteed, at the very least, a B-rank city contract. Also, the sponsors really enjoyed pumping up the academics, it made them look good – no one wanted to be at the mercy of a hero that didn’t knew how to do fucking CPR.

And Jordan has been killing themselves for one of the very, very few vacant chairs.

Technically Clancy’s class was already at full by the standards of elective programs of God U, having filled all the 10 slots in three days – but, it seems that, professor Clancy had a new TA, who Jordan had heard off more than seen, who’ve convinced the woman to open more two positions.

And so a bunch of sophomores, juniors and seniors (and some stupid freshmen who really thought they could stand a chance) started to go fucking berserk on each other. From sabotaging each other’s applications forms to actually starting brawls in the middle of the halls, and even getting some people badly hurt just to show-off how well they could perform lifesaving.

It was fucking chaos, because of course it was.

Jordan wasn’t partaking in any of the violence and dirty mess, nah! Their act was all about subtly. They kept tabs on anyone who had already taken, or tried to take, Forensics with Clancy; making small talk, flirting, even fucking some hot piece of ass (this part wasn’t all that difficult), just so they’d know when the Intro to Forensics would be open – and they all said the same thing,

“Well, Clancy usually opens the application forms on the second week of the month, but her new TA’s the one making the calls now, so I don’t know…Anyway, can I get your number?”

And, fuck, that made everything ten times harder because Jordan had no damn clue who was Clancy’s TA. They heard her name, Maggie (or Molly, or Mary) something-something, or anything like that – they were pretty sure it had an ‘M’ in it, maybe two. But they didn’t catch her face anywhere so it was practically impossible to know, they looked for anyone with a similar name so they could sweet talk into giving him one of the two spots; but, it appears that, Clancy’s new TA was fucking Amish or some shit.

As far as they could guess at this point, this TA didn’t have a goddamn phone, or just couldn’t be social for shit.

Maybe their account was priv. But that would be simply really dumb considering one of the main points of God U’s was gaining social traction and nothing was better than Instagram and Tik Tok for that.

The running around was starting to piss them off. And it got worse when they found out, at their stop by Vought-a-Burger before their next class, that Luke had manage to get one of the vacant spots. His friend at least had the sense of looking sheepish when he broke the news – Brink had get him the spot, as a highly scouted hero and future prospect to the Seven, it was of high importance that Luke took all the classes that could help him get a better leverage until his departure to The Tower (also, it looked good on social media and in the interviews they get him to do).

So now there was only one spot.

Jordan was happy for their friend, they really were. But holy fuck! How unfair was that? And it seemed to be usual to this point. Since Brink had taken Jordan under his wing, making them his TA in their freshman year, helping them with sponsorships and brand deals and marketability, being more of a father figure to Jordan than their own dad, seeing the value in their powers, in their capability to learn, to thrive, to be the best of the best – however, since professor Brink had showed that he believed, truly believed, in Jordan one thing was always pretty clear, cut-and-dry: Jordan was the apple to Brink’s eyes…After Luke.

If Jordan was a shining star, Luke was the motherfucking sun. Untouchable, unreachable. Jordan would always the God U’s top 3, but they would also always be number 2.

And that fucking hurt. Why Brink didn’t help them? Why, didn’t Brink talked to Clancy’s about Jordan as well? If he valued them so much, why Luke always came first, why couldn’t the game be even?

Jordan manage to smile, nonetheless, and throw out a petty joke about how Luke was only there so people think he actually new CPR and he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in public – they laughed and that was it.

For the rest of the week Jordan worked hard. They didn’t took breaks, studied their ass off, was the first to came into Brink’s office and the last to leave, didn’t missed any class, and nailed all the exams, home-works, group projects, and essays.

Jordan was perfect and seemed like it would all pay-off when, in a morning they were just passing Brink’s schedule of the day, the man looked at him up and down.

“So, Jordan,” he said, resting back in his chair. “Luke told me you’re interest in taking Forensics as an elective program.”

“Oh, yes professor,” they nodded trying not too look so hopeful, or disappointed.

“There has been a lot of competition this semester,” he continued. “Clancy did good putting that girl there, she knows how the keep people on their toes.”

That girl. Clancy’s TA. Maggie (or Macy?).

“Here’s a tip,” Brink inclined himself forward and Jordan, without realizing, did the same. “Clancy might’ve mentioned the intention of opening the forms next Friday; you should keep an eye out.”

Jordan smiled. So large and so bright the dimple in their face was threatening to just burst. “Thank you, professor. I’ll keep a watch.”

And so they did. Never before so excite about a Friday in their life, taking in a brutal amount of workload to keep their mind from worrying ahead of time, but it was almost impossible now that they had a clear shot of where to go.

And when Friday came Jordan was up, bright and early, with heavy bags under their eyes and a thick vein jutting out in their forehead as they turn their computer on, and logged in the God U student portal.

And there it was, in bold blue letters on his screen.

Intro to Forensics – Form Application [pending]

It was a typical class form with question about the Crimefighting major and previous knowledge in the aspects of Hero Ethics and Combat 101. Jordan finished in less than minutes before sending it.

Intro to Forensics – Form Application [finished]

Now they just had to wait.

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And wait they did. Trying not to let anxiety take over their body, this was one of the moments Jordan was thankful for Andre existing – and for him to be a huge nepo-baby with tons of cash.

The weekend passed like a blur, there was a kickback at some point in someone’s dorm – maybe Andre’s? Jordan didn’t actually remember. But the important thing was that there were enough drinking, popping pills, and snorting coke for Jordan to finally set their mind into something that wasn’t work. They ignored calls from their parents, let Brink emails pile themselves up in their inbox and just enjoyed the girl gurgling down their cock.

When Monday came they felt trashed.

There was a horrible taste in their mouth, hair was a mess, the clothes on their body weren’t theirs, someone vomited on their shoes (the fucking white Vans, fucking hell!) and headache, because obviously. They felt groggy and thirsty and when walking by the mess that was the residence hallway, they slipped in someone’s naked body and almost fell face first in some guy’s dick.

They checked the clock in their phone, 6:23 AM. They had time to go to their dorm and take a shower before going to Brink. There was barely anyone on campus yet, most students were sleeping or too deep down in an alcoholic coma, or and overdose, who could tell.

They only had half the mind to check the student portal for schedule update and…

“What the fuck?”

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They entered the Crimefighting building with more than just intention, Jordan was pissed off.

The headache was still there, hammering inside their head like a bitch and they’re hungry as hell, there was still that horrible taste in their mouths and going to the Forensics course floor was a detour that would probably eat their time to take a shower and fix their hair – but fuck that in the moment.

They took the stairs two at a time, ignoring every one until they reached the entrance of professor Clancy’s office. It wasn’t much different them Brink’s office foyer. If anything it looked a lot more clinical, with the light-colored walls and flooring, the painting in the walls were of weird-ass abstract art, and behind a desk very similar to their own, was who he assumed to be Clancy’s TA.

And holy fuck! She was hot. Like striking beautiful, the type that made them glance once and then double take to be sure what they’re seeing was actually real, and it was, gladly. Brown skin that looked very soft, well-set curves and a face was just stunning, with pretty features, big brown-doe eyes and plump lips that made them think how good they would feel. The type of girl that could drive them insane with just the right bat of her long eyelashes.

She didn’t look at them at first, too focused on whatever she was typing, so they measured her. She wasn’t that tall, but taller than their female form, she had some necklaces dangling by her lean throat (fuck, what could they do to that throat) and wore a dark-red tank top that showed up her arms and hugged the contour of her tits in a sinful way.

With their knuckles Jordan knocked her table; she glanced at him, her face completely unimpressed. She annoyingly pulled her earphones off and ran her eyes up and down Jordan’s figure, her glance stopping by the base of their neck before finding their face.

“Can I help...?”

“You’re Clancy’s TA, Maggie, right?”

“My name’s Marie.” Fuck. “If you want to talk with Professor Clancy you must make an appointment at the student attention office by sending an email. They're open from 10 a.m until 05 p.m. And 12:30 a.m until 03:00 p.m on weekends.” She said, quick and uninterested, going back to whatever she was doing before they showed up.

“Yeah, that’s not why I’m here,” she still wasn’t looking at the, scribbling something on the notebook by her side – even her writing was pretty. “There’s been a mistake, with my schedule.”

“Oh, really?”

Jordan raised their eyebrows. Sarcasm? Seriously?

“Yes,” they hissed. “I signed up for Clancy’s Intro to Forensics, but is nowhere on my schedule.”

Marie (their not going to forget that name) signed and looked at him, eyes so open and yet Jordan couldn’t take a guess for dear life about what could be going through her head.

“What’s you name?” Her voice was so stale, as if she was reading a script.

Jordan frowned. “Jordan Li…” she types swiftly on the keyboard, her hands are way to fucking pretty too like, damn. “I’m, like, rank number two.”

“Good for you, I guess,” Well, okay, fuck. It would be better if she just told them to fuck off already. “It seemed that you were rejected…” she meets their eyes. “Jordan Li, rank number two.”

“Sorry, what?” Jordan chuckled. “What do you mean? I sent the form as soon they’re open.”

Marie just wasn’t even pretending to pay attention, setting herself aloof. “We’re crowded. Professor Clancy’s class is much requested and the last two vacant spots have already been taken, so…Sorry.”

“Wait,” Jordan chimed, they didn’t want to lose their shit right now, and they already felt like shit. “This can’t be.”

Marie shrugged. “Better luck next time, I guess.”

“Who took the last chair?”

“I won’t tell you that,” Marie huffed. “Look, I’ve been receiving shitty emails of entitled top 10 all weekend, so let me make this easy for both of us – most of you top 20s, 10s and 5s, think all you’ve gotta do is show up, major in Crimefighting, crush at Forensics and Combat 101, and score a city contract, that easy; but life is way harder than that.” Marie inhales deeply, inclining herself forward to read something on the computer screen. “All the spots of Forensics had been taken by people with cleared techniques in lifesaving, along with crime fighting. And you...You didn’t even sign up the Safe-on-Campus petition.”

Jordan breathed, deeply. Fuck that she was pretty and hot as fuck; they never felt so much anger towards someone before. Who did she think she was?

“Now, I’m kind of busy, so if you can…”

“I want to talk to Professor Clancy about this.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I made the call, I’m her TA.”

“Oh, so it was your decision?” Marie inhales heavily once again. “Who the fuck do you think you are to reject me?”

Their glances were set on each other so thoroughly Jordan could almost fell the weight, when she moved to stand up they responded by shifting into male, watching with annoyed satisfaction as she had to raise her eyes to keep their staring battle. Marie didn't faltered, though.

“I’m her TA.”

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Seducing Katsuki Bakugo

18+ Smut, 4.1 k Words Minors DNI

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

The two of you are hero students at UA University (both adults)

Warnings: Dom Bakugo, Loss of virginity, hair pulling, slight degradation, public sex (in a classroom)

Summary: A swimming day for Class A's hero course reveals the sculpted perfection that is Katsuki Bakugo's body. Dirty thoughts get even dirtier until you decide to subtly seduce him... with thigh-highs. You were not prepared for the consequences.

Katsuki Bakugo was the most hot headed, rude, and no pun intended- explosive man you had ever met. He was absolutely irresistible to you.

It all started when the class decided to try endurance training at the campus pool. You thought it was a good idea. Due to your quirk’s stealthy scouting abilities, you weren't built for strength or speed. It was a chance to get some exercise and hang out with the girls of the group. You had forgotten that this would involve all the boys being shirtless. There were definitely some handsome soon to be heroes in the class. All the girls agreed Todoroki was gorgeous while Kirishima and Midoriya had their own charm. Kaminari could even be pretty sometimes. You were not prepared for the absolute perfection that was Bakugo’s body. You had already seen him in tank tops around the dorms, but only in passing and you hadn’t thought much about it. Now, you could see every muscle flex and contract while he moved. Your eyes traveled all across his body, starting at six sculpted abs, chest rising and falling with every breath, veiny forearms grabbing a water bottle, and his Adam's apple bobbing while he gulped. He drank water but you were drinking the vision of him. You noticed how soft his skin looked, likely from the glycerin, and thought about how much you wanted to touch it. You were sitting beside the pool with Mina while the rest of the class was getting ready to swim.

“Helloooo, Earth to y/n?” Mina said as you snapped out of ogling.

“Oh sorry, I kind of zoned out for a bit.”

“Right… I know what you were doing.” Mina stated with a cheeky smirk, you weren’t ready for the possible backlash of finding the beast that is Bakugo attractive.

“And what would that be?” You challenged her.

“You were totally checking out Todoroki, God he’s so cute isn’t he?”

Crisis averted, Todoroki happened to be near Bakugo. “You got me.” You said with a relieved sigh. Mina summarized the conversation you missed during your shameless gawking. The class finally got settled around the pool. Although, most of the girls took this as an opportunity to splash each other and chit chat instead of a serious training session. You temporarily forgot about Bakugo until your eyes caught him again, looking even more perfect than before. How was this possible?

He walked out of the pool using the steps inside. Both of his hands came up to push the drenched hair out of his face. His body was glistening under the sunlight. The weight of his soaked swim trunks pulled them down enough to display the beautiful v-line leading down to his…

You were interrupted again with a splash to the face by Ochaco. You silently hoped he didn’t notice you staring at him yet again. Knowing him, it could blow up into some sort of altercation.

After that day, you saw Bakugo in a completely different light. Before, you had the same impression of him as everyone else. You thought he was an intimidating asshole that you should steer clear from. You found yourself searching for any way to catch glimpses of him. You studied the way his body moved during group training and sparring sessions. His aggressive fighting style was no longer a threat, but became an attractive quality. During class, you would watch him focus on his schoolwork. That was the one time his usual scowl softened a bit. Has his skin always been so impeccably clear? His lips looked so plush too, you started to dream about kissing him. Sometimes you would stare a bit too long and Bakugo would leave his focus to glare back at you. Of course, you abruptly looked away. One time, you could have swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly. It may have been a smirk, but you weren’t sure. Was it all in your fragile head?

Eventually, Bakugo ran through your mind 24/7. What was first admiration for his body quickly turned into dirtier thoughts. Did he have any romantic, more specifically sexual experience? You sure didn’t. What would it be like if the two of you… got together. You imagined he would assert the same aggressive strategy used in fighting, which only aroused you more. You already had fantasies about rough sex and you imagined Bakugo could deliver. You longed for his strong body on yours, his big hands roaming and groping your figure without restraint. What would his face look like in pleasure? If you had these thoughts alone in your dorm room, you would surely start touching yourself. You would picture his thick fingers circling you and plunging inside instead of your own. He became the only thing you thought about whenever you masturbated, which you always felt guilty about after. He’s got no idea you feel this way about him, you’ve still avoided him like always.

You were no stranger to danger, you were in UA’s hero course working towards one of the most life-threatening careers possible. You decided enough is enough, you had to do something about this desire. You couldn’t just ask him out directly, it seemed too daunting. How would he even react? Does he have a type? If so, would it even be you? Would he menacingly laugh in your face and call you a stupid extra? There were so many embarrassing possibilities, you couldn’t muster the courage. You weren’t a hands-on fighter, you were a careful observer. You were an expert in strategy and subtlety, so you decided to take this on like you would in battle.

You were going to seduce Katsuki Bakugo.

While you had no idea what solid actions to take, you knew you could change your appearance. You started to pay more attention to your face and hair. You were already confident in your looks, but you decided to enhance them a bit. You wore more makeup to accentuate your eyes and lips in a sultry way. Instead of combing your hair and running out the door like most mornings, you took the time to curl or straighten it. Your friends took notice of the changes and complimented you almost everyday.

You were still too shy to approach Bakugo. After a week of getting dolled up, you decided to take things a step further. Even with your limited experience, you knew there was something all men went wild for.

Thigh-highs.

Normally, you would wear a pair of thick leggings under your uniform skirt. It prevented a much shorter grape-headed pervert from ever seeing your panties. You decided the risk was worth the chance of Bakugo desiring you the way you desired him.

You took one last look at yourself in a full-length mirror before leaving your dorm room. You chose black thigh-highs that were a bit translucent from the stretch. The tops cut off your thighs leaving them more pudgy than usual. You also hiked up your skirt more to highlight your waist and show off your legs. Perfect. You strutted out the room adorning a new confidence from how good you looked.

It was midday and time for English class, you knew this would be the best opportunity to get Bakugo’s attention. In this class, he sat in the front row. Everyone was assigned worksheets to complete before the bell rang. The basket to turn them in was on the teacher’s desk right in front of Bakugo. You finished it as fast as possible, the whole room was silent while the class worked. This was your chance. You slowly walked up to the basket, making sure to sway your hips once you entered Bakugo’s line of vision. Once you approached the basket, you leaned down slightly and pushed your ass out. You didn’t want to be too obvious, but you prayed Bakugo was looking. You knew in this position, your thighs clearly stuck out. You returned to your desk swaying your hips in the same way. You couldn’t look at Bakugo, so all you could do was trust that he checked you out. Little did you know, he took notice… in a big way.

The day went on like normal, you wondered how effective your performance was. Maybe you were too subtle, he could’ve been looking down at his work the whole time. You started to doubt yourself, this plan was so silly. You haven’t even talked to him, how would some makeup and thigh-highs communicate a message tailored to him? Your mood slumped and this was all you could think about while eating your lunch. You were so invested in these thoughts that you didn’t even notice Bakugo eyeing you and your gorgeous legs from across the cafeteria.

Katsuki Bakugo was an ass and thighs type of guy. Thigh-highs? His weakness- and you didn’t even realize. He was much more observant of the extras than he let on. He was already attracted to you, for a long time actually. He did have a type and that was you. His training and studies were too important to jeopardize with a relationship, that’s why he never pursued you. As a natural fighter, he knew when someone was watching him. You didn’t exactly try to hide your obvious thoughts on the swimming day. He detected every single time you stared at him during training and class as well. When you started to wear more makeup and fix your hair, he connected the dots. Now, that you practically flaunted your ass in his face, he couldn’t resist. He wanted to get you alone somehow, but he had to choose his chance carefully. He didn’t want to be interrupted. Right now, you were surrounded by your friends and everyone would be in class for the rest of the day.

The school day ended, most students and teachers already left. You studied for a couple hours in the library to try and distract yourself from your plight. Since you were so focused on Bakugo in class, you forgot an important textbook. You moped all the way back to the empty classroom- to your surprise it was occupied.

“Took you long enough.” Bakugo scoffed and stood by the front desk with your textbook in hand.

“Um… hi?” You nervously approached him and grabbed the book with both hands. “Thanks Bak-” He didn’t let the book go.

“You been starin’ at me a lot lately.” Instead of his typical resting-murder-face, he adorned a much softer, but still intimidating face.

“Oh- I didn’t mean to, sometimes I space out, I’m sorry.” You looked down at the book, now that he was actually confronting you, it was too nerve wracking. Time to backtrack.

Bakugo put the book down on the desk and held your face, forcing you to look up at him. You never realized how tall he was. You were eyelevel with his chest. He spoke, still holding your face, “Did you also ‘space out’ when you stuck your ass out at me today?” His intense gaze didn’t falter. The air left your lungs at the realization your strategy actually worked. But now, he was so close, you couldn’t keep eye contact. You tried to fix your gaze on anything else but kept landing somewhere on his body, making you even more flustered.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” His grip on the side of your face tightened slightly.

You let out a jarble of mumbled “I’s” and “um’s,” still lost for words.

“You were bold enough to drool over me on that useless excuse of a training day. Don’t think I didn’t notice these.” His free hand went down to rub your thigh. His serious face softened and he broke into a grin. Using a low voice nobody’s ever heard from him- “You got all dressed up for me.”

Your mind went blank in the shock of this scene. One minute you were secretly pining after him, now he’s got a hand on your thigh. Make that two, his hand holding your face fell to your other thigh. Now he was rubbing both thighs with more vigor, inching a little higher. The pressure made you let out a pathetic whimper.

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear, “Tell me, what have you been thinking about me?” His hands moved even higher, reaching under your skirt now. You tried to respond but you just stuttered. “Tell me.” Bakugo’s voice sounded more commanding and the rubbing got more aggressive. Something about his tone and his touching made you feel so vulnerable that you verbally spilled your guts out.

“I think about your body and- I want it on me. And- I think about how you would- how you would-” His hands slid up to grab your ass which made you squeak.

“How I would what?” His whisper turned to more of a growl.

“How you would-” You paused out of embarrassment for what you were about to say. “How you would fuck me.” He hummed in satisfaction and lifted you on the desk. You were sitting and he stood between your legs, making you feel small beneath him. His head returned to your side again, “Tell me what you want.” His hands went back to your thighs, this time he focused on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Your face went hot, you could guess your face was bright red, probably your chest too. His thumbs were so dangerously close to your throbbing core.

“Touch me more.” You said in a breathy voice.

“Where?” Now, he looked at you hungrily. He knew exactly where you wanted him to go next, but he wanted you to say it out loud. He grinned knowing how much control he had over you right now.

You managed to muster a little bit of courage in your weak state, “Don’t tease me.”

Bakugo let out a deep chuckle. “You want me to get serious? I don't know if you can handle it.” His thumbs slid under the sides of your panties. His teasing was torturous, you trembled in anticpation. You paused too long for his liking.

“Fine, I’ll get serious then.” He yanked your panties down and quickly put them in the inner pocket of his uniform jacket. You were stunned by how fast he exposed you, before you could get embarrassed by it, he dived into a kiss. His lips were so soft, but his movements were rough. He forced your mouth open with his tongue, the kiss was deep and rushed. It was like he was trying to consume you and you were struggling to keep up. You were so immersed in the kiss, but you let out a moan into his mouth when he finally gave you the touch you craved.

He broke the kiss, “Fuck, you’re so wet,” and pushed his lips back onto yours. His fingers circled your entrance, getting his fingertips covered in your juices. Then, his middle finger went up to circle your clit. It felt amazing, you kept moaning into his mouth. You enjoyed every sensation. You finally found a rhythm to match the attack from his mouth. He kept toying with your sweet spot while his other hand dug into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to stay balanced.

He left the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. “Gotta get you ready for me.” You questioned what he meant but the thought was broken when two of his fingers pushed into you. A loud moan left your mouth. His fingers were so much bigger than yours, you weren’t used to the feeling. His mouth was no longer concealing the volume of your moans. You put a hand up to your mouth, afraid somebody lingering on campus heard that. He laughed at the failed attempt to silence yourself.

“Who knew you were gonna be so noisy.” His two fingers were pumping in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around them. “You're so sensitive, is the first time someone’s touched you like this?” You muffled your moan in response. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it down, holding it on the desk. “Am I the first man to be touching you like this?” He restated more forcefully. His thumb circled your clit again which made you moan even louder at the two forms of stimulation.

“Yes.” You hurriedly said, trying not to moan again. If you couldn’t release your voice, your eyes started to release tears instead from so much pleasure. This only riled up Bakugo more.

“Tell me I’m gonna be the only one who does this to you.” He said, staring in your eyes with ferocity. He could control any part of you with that look.

“You’re gonna be the only one who does this to me.” You whined out, your climax approaching at lightning speed.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can touch your cute little cunt like this.” Your eyes widened at such a lewd command, but you both knew you would take the order.

“You’re the only one who can touch my cunt.” A tear fell down your face, you couldn’t contain your moans. You were panting so hard, so desperate to cum.

“Tell me I’ve got the only cock you need.” Even Bakugo was panting, he was so ready to see you cream on his fingers.

The pleasure kept building up. The realization he was going to fully fuck you, what you were obssesed with for weeks, made your climax finally snap. Your hand around his neck latched on deeper. Bakugo let go of your wrist and slid his arm around your waist to hold you up. Your whole body seized and your hips grinded roughly on his fingers as his hand worked for the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You were too buried in the pleasure to care about your moans. When his hand slowed down, easing you out of cumming, you weakly replied. “You’ve got… the only cock I need.” Your euphoria hit you like a truck and you started giggling softly. You closed your eyes out of exhaustion, having released more than you expected. Your calmness was stolen when Bakugo manhandled you by the hips and bent you over the desk.

Bakugo’s initial plan was to make you cum here and drag you back to his dorm room where he’d fuck you into his matress until tommorow. When he saw you cum so hard and easily made you submit with his words, he had to have you right now.

In your brief serene state, you completely forgot what’s next. You heard the zipper of his pants which zapped you back into reality. You were about to endure the force that is Katsuki Bakugo and you started to worry that you couldn’t handle it. You looked back and gasped at the sight of his throbbing cock. It was definitely longer and girthier than you imagined. There was already precum leaking out, he enjoyed your orgasm thoroughly. His hands left your hips to unwrap a condom. He definitely wasn’t new to this if he had one on hand. He noticed you staring and pushed your head down on the desk. This hurt a bit, but to your surprise it made you even more horny for him.

“You’re gonna lay there and take my cock like the pretty thing you are. That’s what you wanted right? You wanted me to ruin you?” He lined his cock up to your entrance as he spoke. One of his large hands could almost cover the small of your back as he pressed you into the desk. So many thoughts were running through your head and your heart was pounding so hard he could probably feel it from your back. His hand slid up to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your neck back.

“Answer me.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Yes-yes. Please ruin me, please, please…” He turned you into a begging mess just like the both of you wanted. Your pleas were interrupted as he stuffed the full length of his cock into you in one quick stroke. Pain and pleasure mixed together, you figured he would get rough, but so much force immediately? He knew you weren’t familiar with the stretch, but your pussy twitched and clamped on his cock nonetheless. He didn’t give you much time to get used to it, the pace he set was relentless. The grip on your hair never wavered either. You were getting impaled by his cock and he made your whole torso arch sharply.

“Fuck, so tight.” He muttered as he started to make moans and groans as well. He even growled, he was fucking you like a feral animal but what else could you expect?

He leaned down, his strokes never slowed down. He began to suck and bite your neck. It would certainly leave marks for everyone to see later, but all you could focus on was every thrust into the sweetest spot you couldn’t reach yourself. Tears were steadily streaming down your face, surely messy with mascara. You were making sounds you’ve never heard yourself make before. It was all so much, he was stretching every inch of your cunt and his balls kept slamming on your sensitive clit. Any stress or worry left your body as he ravaged you.

“You’re such a good girl, such a good slut taking my cock like that.” You clenched even harder at his praise and degradation.

“Fuck, I wanted to this to you so much. You have no-” He let out a grunt in between his confessions. “No fucking idea. God, I loved every time you checked me out- so needy.” His speech was hurried, he was panting and nearly out of breath. “When you started dressing up for me and these thighs- fuck.” You could hear him giving into the pleasure. You felt happy that you were the cause for this strong man coming undone.

“Everytime I touch myself I think of you. I think about you fucking me like this. So rough- so good.” You felt another orgasm coming soon, even more intense than the last.

Bakugo picked up his already deadly pace at your words. “Damn y/n, you’re dirtier than I thought. Fuck that’s hot.” He was moaning even harder now.

“I’m close again, I’m so close- I’m so close-” You practically screamed out, you weren’t ready for whatever intense shock of pleasure awaited you.

“Yeah, you gonna cum on my cock sweetie?” That little pet name made your pussy squeeze even harder which made Bakugo grunt deeply.

You were starting to blackout from the sensations. You kept whimpering “yes” over and over as you were riding the edge. Finally, you came so hard you saw stars and let out the loudest moan yet.

The contractions from your cunt were too much for Bakugo, so he finished with a growl in your ear. You didn’t know that this was also the hardest he ever came. Your moans, your body, and total submission drove him wild.

You succeeded in seducing Katsuki Bakugo. You got everything you wanted and more.

Your whole body went limp on the desk, Bakugo reduced you to jelly. He rested on top of you, catching his breath beside you, cock still inside. The weight of him was comforting. Once he returned to his senses after the mind-breaking orgasm, he planted soft kisses along your neck, paying special attention to the bites. The hand on your head massaged your aching scalp while the hand on your hip rubbed your bruises.

You couldn’t believe it. Was Bakugo… giving you some form of silent aftercare? Out of all your wild sexual fantasies of him you never imagined him to show such gentleness. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. He hummed, still drunk off of you. You could feel him smile on your neck. Was this the same person? Moments ago he was fucking you brutally with all his power, but now he’s petting you and letting you feel this strange relaxed side of him.

“Bakugo? Um… I guess Katsuki now, huh.” you said meekly.

“Hmm?” He responded in the sweetest tone you’d ever heard from him, you almost didn’t recognize his voice.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, dumbass?” He said with no ill intent in his voice.

“You’re all- sweet now.” You questioned.

“Not for long. You’re gonna stay in my room tonight.” His voice returned to his darker, more threatening state.

You gulped and your pussy gripped on his cock at the thought, he chuckled. Bakugo rose and carefully pulled out. He left a playful smack on your ass, “You’re gonna wear these everyday from now on.”

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neurunique · 1 month

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reader x ram, overwatch sort of university, post-war, peace is somewhat achieved, overwatch and null sector have a peace treaty, not much detail will go into this though. ramattra is offered a job in a higher up role teaching at a "hero university" (no this isn't gen v don't worry) where reader attends/other heroes may be teachers too. class could be like omnic education/history etc

It had been quite some time since the end of Null Sector's invasion of Earth. While the world was not entirely in agreement, but then, would it ever be?, humans had accepted Omnics as equals to them, and provided equitable changes to their lives via parliament. Hate crimes occurred less, it was safer at night, and omnics were treated with more respect as a whole. Human and omnic friendships were more common, etc... (I'm terrible at writing this part).

Ramattra had been promised many things from both Overwatch and political leaders as a result of his efforts. Rewarded would not be the correct word, however he had certainly been mostly satisfied with the outcome for his people. Of course, he still had goals, he still had problems, and fury - but life was just a little bit more tolerable. Each day he saw something that would make him smile inside, and it wasn't of a violent nature. Infact, he had found more wholesome discoveries quite enchanting; simple things like people holding hands walking by, omnics and humans getting along, etc.

He was well looked after, living in a penthouse apartment (with what furniture who knows honestly), and regular income and access to technology/upgrades at no cost. He had many teams available to him, need he only ask. His status was that of a highly respected omnic, however unlike before he was not invoking terror on anyone he saw. Omnics and humans around the world eventually felt empathy for the Null sector leader, understanding where he came from, and even more so, expressing appreciation for the outcome.

About a year or so after peace had been achieved, a university had been started up in (fuck knows where? England? near Overwatch etc) London, with intent to educate more people in the defenses, in the areas of tech and fighting, omnics and humans, and hero abilities. Of course, any university starting up would need well established teachers - mentors, leaders - to get people to actually sign up. Ramattra had been surprised to receive a letter offering him a job as head of History at the university. He would be in the position of lecturing students - humans?! How fun, he thought - as well as omnics, should the university attract them.

Of course, this would mean he would no longer be as secluded in his daily life; the most of his socialisation was with his cats, Meowttra and Catnyatta, and an occasional caffeine run down the road. He had grown very comfortable to a lifestyle such as this. And now, if he were to accept... this very generous offer, he would be forced to speak with the likes of Overwatch agents, past present and future; regular humans; and scientists. Part of him felt genuine excitement, as his research and ideas could potentially be broadened; however, he felt an immense sensation of fear - him, fear? - of teaching others. His method was simple: order, discipline, or congratulate; the latter rarely occuring. But if his job was mostly lecturing and organising class topics, he couldn't see too much of a problem.

The thought of creating strong values, not hateful ones, but fair ones - in a whole fresh generation post-war, also made him feel a spark of hope. Perhaps this war could've been avoided, had there been more resources for the public before - but there was no use thinking like this now - he had a chance, a real chance, to embody himself as a leader and role model to others. To start them off right, and possibly prevent the reoccurence of discrimination; or at least, more realistically, educate enough people to take a stand, omnic or human.

You were never one to be naive, so you thought - you believed you had all the wisdom one could have at your age, all the awareness it could take to *have* what it takes, to be that one percent to rise above the rest. Even though you had your moments of doubt, you would often reassure yourself that, if you tried your best and stayed as consistent as possible, you could truly do anything you set your mind to.

And the day you saw an advertisement for (UnNamed) University, your determination that had been long gone for some time now since finishing High school had returned. You'd always looked up to Overwatch, always aspired to be a great leader, or be lead by one - always wanted to do more, see more, help more. You received above average grades in school, topped one class even - but once the stress of it all ended, you struggled to hit that motivation kickstart that each day brought when forced a certain schedule.

Sitting up from your slouch in your tiny apartment couch, you found your laptop and started searching the university.

UNIVERSITY OF OVERWATCH

ENROLMENTS OPEN NOW

SCHOLARSHIPS AVAILABLE

ACCOMMODATION INFO COMING SOON

After clicking around for what felt like forever, you finally find the apply button. Like navigating a digital maze you sat, trying not to be flustered at the complexity of this damned thing, a headache starting to form from stress - you could do this, this was only the beginning, and if you couldn't make it through this beginning step, you wouldn't make it through the first DAY - and soon enough, you had finalised your application.

Interested in:

x Nanotechnology and Science

x Medicine and Healing

x History and Strategy

x Engineering and Machinery

Sitting down more comfortably with the stress off your shoulders, you look back to the tv and snack on some cheap popcorn, knowing that this boring life may change soon, and that you may finally achieve what you always wanted.

Look I'm just going to skip some fucking time here because I Don't want to ruin my creativity, here's a gap jump.

Day 0one of university, reader has received a JUST enough scholarship to study and live near the university (accommodation still being built but reader has been offered a suite as they are very valuable). Reader, and no students, are aware of who the teachers are, this is the first day...

Sitting in an assembly hall, Tracer etc announcement welcomes everyone...

Lots of people humans AND omnics fill the room...

Introduces the teachers...

Some familiar names...

"And, our head of history, lecturing all history classes offered and occasional electives, Ramattra," Tracer says into the microphone, and Ramattra, standing at the back of the stage near his other coworkers, gives a small wave to the audience. (*Tries not to imagine using the annihilation ultimate in the assembly hall*)

You sit in your seat, and freeze. You hadn't even noticed him there, in the shadows of others, even though he is so *damn tall*. His posture was surprisingly relaxed, considering his original "purpose" in life; you guess that the war outcome had truly changed things, for him and the world he wanted to create. A feeling of joy and warmth swims around in your chest, reaching its way up to your throat and you quietly clear your throat. You try not to beam - even though you've obviously never met Ramattra, or anyone here, only some local omnics and friends who were passionate about the cause, you just can't help but feel pure joy, empathy and pride for the positive outcome achieved. You simply couldn't wait to experience this university, and learn from a variety of people. Learning was always your favourite part of life, and making change within yourself and watching others change and flourish always gave you a feeling inside, like a beautiful spring garden blooming, filling your chest with a fresh perspective of life.

Inspirational people always made you feel great faith.

You snap out of your daze and realise you have been staring in Ramattra's direction for an *awfully* long time, and you pray he has not noticed, but then you wouldn't know, would you? You weren't even thinking of HIM - just life itself, the future... You hope that if you have him as a teacher, he will not remember you for staring at him for a solid 3 minutes. That would not be a great start...

The assembly concludes, and people start to shuffle out, some looking at their timetables, others checking their phones. On the stage, you notice some staff talking amongst themselves, walking around a little and introducing eachother; you smile. and while you cannot see Ramattra anywhere, you hope that he's there too, getting along with humans...

"I cannot *imagine* Ramattra as a teacher," a voice says as you walk out of the auditorium door. It wasn't staff, just a random student - and as you look at them closer, you are surprised to see its an omnic?! "Just... don't you think he's a bit too abrasive?"

"You talk as if you've met him," another student said in response.

"Well, I know enough about him to take a decent guess. I mean he despises humans -"

"He did," you interrupt quietly, but much to your surprise, you were actually heard - "erm... I mean, he did hate humans. He hated their actions. And now that's changed, right? So I don't see any reason for him to be... aggressive... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"You're fine," The omnic smiled and held out their hand. "And you're right. I still don't see him as being very warm. I mean, he is male after all, I don't think I've ever had a *warm* male teacher..."

The door shuts behind you giving you a startle.

"Alright ladies," a bright british voice says, belonging to none other than Tracer; "And gents, and whomever - how about we make a move, yeah? I'm sure you all have classes to get to."

You wonder if she heard what you had been talking about, but you say nothing and smile at everyone there. "Catch you later everyone, nice to meet you all."

You swear as you walk away you see something move in the curtains of the corner window, and it reminds you of how Ramattra had been on the stage, hidden but visible; a shiver runs down your body and a slight cooling of the temperature affects you. You shrug it off, and walk to the nearest cafe (luckily, there were many), assessing your map at the same time.

(Maybe end of chapter? Coffee make brain go fast, coffee make brain go nervous if too much. Nomnom coffee tasty.)

PART 2

HI GUYS THERE IS SO MUCH MORE THAT IVE WRITTEN this is just the first part I hope you enjoy! I would love some feedback! 💜❤️

#ramattra #overwatch #NullSector #my writing #OverwatchU #ramattra x reader

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beestriker015 · 8 months

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Spider-Gwen x male s/o headcanons

Before getting together, Gwen had a huge crush on s/o, who she sits next to in her science class.

She was attracted to his bashful and sweet personality, and would blush every time he’d greet her before class began.

Gwen really wanted to confess to s/o, but one thing made her hesitant to do so : the fact that she’s Ghost Spider.

“If we were in a relationship, he’d be put in danger, and if anything happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, what if he didn’t like me being Ghost Spider? What if he broke up with me over that? I just….I wish things weren’t so complicated.”

She says in her mind and psychs herself out every time she gets the courage to ask s/o out.

Eventually though, the young heroine’s feelings for s/o overtake the worries in her teenage brain and leads her to confessing to him after school.

“S/o, I…really like you and uhhh…god I’m so bad at this. Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”

She asks him awkwardly with a glint of hope in her eyes as she waits for his answer.

“To be honest, I really like you too Gwen, I’d love to go out with you.”

Her crush responds with a smile and slight blush on his face.

At that moment, Gwen felt like she was on cloud nine.

“G-great! I know just the place we can go. I’ll pick you up at your house around 7 this Saturday.”

“It’s a date. I’ll be looking forward to it. See you later Gwen.”

He walks away, leaving Gwen by herself, who smiles like an idiot and fist bumps the air in excitement of going on a date with her crush.

“I can’t believe it, I’m going on a date with s/o! Woo!”

Just then, the reality of her being a hero sets in, which she completely forgot about for a moment.

“Ok Gwen, take a deep breath. You’re just going on a date with him, if it becomes something serious, then you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. Until then, just be happy you’re gonna be going out with the guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.”

She quietly tells herself before grabbing her school bag and heading home.

When Saturday finally came around, Gwen got dressed for her date after a little encouragement from her friends MJ and Peter, and makes her way to s/o’s house to pick him up.

“Hey Gwen, you look b-beautiful.”

“S-so do you. U-umm, sorry! I m-meant to say that you look v-very…h-handsome.”

They both blush and stutter before Gwen cleared her throat and spoke up.

“A-are you ready to go?”

“Y-yeah, let’s go.”

With that, the two walked off and began their date.

Needless to say, their date went pretty well, with Gwen taking s/o to her favorite restaurant and having an amazing time together.

Of course s/o being the gentleman that he is, insisted on paying for the whole bill despite Gwen’s objections.

After eating, Gwen took s/o to her favorite spot in Central Park and just talked and laughed for what felt like hours.

“I had an awesome time with you Gwen.”

S/o tells her with a smile.

“I did too s/o.”

After a moment of silence, s/o speaks up.

“I was wondering if you would want to be my…girlfriend?”

“Yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend s/o!”

She exclaims in delight before hugging him tightly, thus beginning a wonderful relationship.

As a couple, Gwen and s/o go together like bread and butter.

They are a very lovey dovey couple, always holding hands and quoting things to each other that no one else understands.

(As happy as their friends are that the two got together, they wish the couple would just tone it down a little.)

When s/o first met his girlfriend’s dad, he was a little intimidated by him, but was relieved when Mr. Stacy told him he approved of him dating his daughter after seeing how happy he makes her.

The first one to say I love you was s/o, but Gwen immediately said it back to him with zero hesitation.

Seeing that her relationship is getting serious, Gwen decided to tell s/o that she is Ghost Spider, and does so in an interesting way.

S/o was shocked to see Ghost Spider hanging outside his window asking to come in, to which he reluctantly complied.

“G-ghost Spider?! What are you doing here at my house?!”

“What? Isn’t it normal for a girl to come see her boyfriend?”

“B-boyfriend?! What do you-”

Realization sets in as he looks at the heroine in surprise.

“G-Gwen?!”

She takes off her mask and waves at her boyfriend with an awkward smile.

“Hi babe. I…have some explaining to do.”

After explaining everything to s/o, and expecting him to be mad with her and possibly break up with her, Gwen was surprised when he pulled her into a kiss.

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed my awesome girlfriend was a superhero, that’s so cool!”

His response only made Gwen fall in love with him even more.

Now knowing that his girlfriend is a superhero, s/o is nothing but supportive, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

“Please be careful out there Gwen, I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but-”

He’s quickly shut up by his girlfriend giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you I’ll be fine babe. No need to worry.”

She tells s/o and hugs him briefly before suiting up and swinging away to deal with whatever crime is being committed.

Whenever Gwen gets injured from stopping criminals, s/o always has the first aid kit ready and takes care of her to the best of his abilities, not going unappreciated by his girlfriend.

“Thanks for patching me up babe.”

“No problem Gwen, if the situation was reversed, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“I love you s/o.”

He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.

“I love you too Gwen.”

After finishing having her injuries tended to by her caring boyfriend, Gwen decides to repay him by taking him on a web-slinging tour of the city with him in her arms, both of them happy to have the other in their lives.

#marvel #marvel x reader #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #marvel headcanons #male reader #spider gwen x male reader #gwen stacy x male reader #marvel x male reader

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crystlizabeth · 11 months

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Young!Toshinori Yagi x Black!femreader

Summary: All might having his big debut in america and an upcoming hero catches his eye, lucky for him Dave knows the women and introduces them.

Warnings: cursing and suggestive, smut 18+, size kink, dom reader(kinda), unprotected p in v, mommy kink. Slight breeding kink. as always its kinda a self insert💋

A/n: this is me because i love the idea of young all might enjoying himself in America especially loving the black women and myself insert is very very media loved she reminds me of Rihanna and Nicki in the 2000s and 2010s 🙏🏽

America was definitely a big cultural change for All might, the new hero has been in the states for quite a while and had to say it was enjoyable. The food, the music, the city, the people, especially the women.

When it came to the women god were they beautiful, specifically the black women. They were carefree yet had class he saw very few black women in japan, but now he saw them everywhere and he couldn’t complain one bit. The low waist jeans, how their curves filled out everything they wore, their hair braided, loced, pressed or natural danm it was all good.

But a new hero like himself caught his eye. She went by Minerva her qurik Labyrinth. It was powerful and quite unique, its allowed her to make illusions and create beings as well as objects from crystal balls. She could hallucinate people with them aswell, little other things wither her quirk she could also create rabbit holes with my quirk aka teleport, she had her own type of worlds Labrinths/mazes, also able to use telekinesis to an extent. She was astonishing, and very liked my the media he saw her on lots of buildings and in ads.

He saw her everywhere, on magazine fronts, in the news. She was a sight for eyes the media’s favorite, how she posed in her work the outfits she wore. She knew how to please the paparazzi she smile wide for them, either blowing them a kiss or waving.

Now she stood a few tables away at a convention cameras still on her, she wore a denim two peace, mini skirt with a halter vest a white bottom up under it that hung above her belly button that was priced. She wore lether white platform heels, gold jewelry finishing up the look. Her hair was thick and long and in its natural state, her two toned lips glossy. All might couldn’t remove his yes from her she filled everything out so perfectly her stomach slightly coming over her skirt here thighs plush and crossed over as she stood talking to a friend, he noticed a birth mark on the back of her thigh it the opposite of her complexion. His eyes scanned her takings in the sights before him moving little as people walked by never wanting to looks away.

“You know I could introduce you to her.” Dave said snaping Toshinori out of thought.

He looked over at his friend taking his eyes off of you for the first time, “Could you please?” He said pleading in a way making Dave laugh.

“Common.” Dave spoke standing up grabbing his drink. The two men stood up making there way over to her the closer they got all might couldn’t help but feel excited he had a little school girl crush on this woman so of course he was excited.

“Yo N/N !” Dave spoke out, Might watched as she turned around the twos hands meeting in a small hand shake.

“Hi Davy, whats good!” She said smiling at the man her voice was a little deeper compared to alot of girls but not in a manly matter but more mature.

“I just wanted to introduce you to my friend.” He spoke turning to Tosh.

“Oh?” She smiled her head tilting and she looked at him up and down.

“Im Toshinori Yagi, pleasure meeting you miss Minerva.” He spoke bowing quickly then sticking his hand out for you to shake.

She laughed lightly “Call me Y/n babe, but is nice meeting you too Toshinori. Hows your time been in the states?”

He smiled, they continued the conversation for a while Dave leaving them be soon enough. They shared drinks keeping the conversation casual and talk about the new hero life.

“You know ive been planning on going to japan for hero work test the waters there you know?” She said as she leaned on the bar looking at the blonde.

“Really? Wow I think you would enjoy it there to be honest.” He said.

“You could show me around..get me used to things hm?” she said her tone flirty.

Toshinori could feel his cheeks heat up “I- I could do that..” he spoke straightening his posture.

She laughed amused at the reaction “common baby you cant be that easily flustered, you’re a debuting hero in America got to have girls all over you?” She said pushing in his arm a bit. He laughed at her remark she was right but he wanted some else all over him, her nails tearing at his back and shoulders as she laid under him calling out his name, he shook his head getting rid of the dirty thought that lingered focusing himself back on her.

That night Toshinori found himself actually falling for her, he always found himself thinking about her the way he made her laugh and smile even at the stupidest things, how she actually wanted to get to know him. How her body always faced him when she talked to him keeping eye contact. He spent two months in America and found himself head over heels in such a short amount of time. The media took advantage of this friendship as pictures of them flooded around. But, soon enough he found his trip coming to an end and having to head back to Japan, but not without saying goodbye right?

He remembers her giving him her address but he never got the chance. “Hey I got to make a stop before we leave.” Toshinori spoke to his manager.

So the stop was made just him nobody else. His took a breath collecting himself before he knocked. He could hear footsteps getting closer and locks being undone. The door opened revealing her, she looked up at him about to speak only for him to cut her off.

“I know its late, but Im supposed to leave for Japan tonight.” He said not totally finishing his sentence, he watched the woman lean on the door her arms crossed an amused smile on her face.

“Oh? Then what brings you here Tosh?” She asked.

He took a breath “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you again.”

She pushed herself of the door way “Here come in.” She said moving letting the man enter her home closing the door behind them.

“When is your flight?” Her voice quiet.

“In a few hours..” he said, he wasn’t just going to leave he had come all this way.

“Why did you really come here Toshinori..?” Her eyes looking up at him as she fell against the door facing him.

He felt his words get caught in his throat, quickly he cleared it “I wanted to see you, I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye.” His eyes wondered on her she wore a silk set a dress and robe.

“I do have to admit I hate to watch you leave, shit i don’t even know when i’ll get to see you again..” she spoke pushing of the door walking over to the couch.

He slowly followed taking a seat next to her. Her eyes connecting with his. “You could always visit, but i feel the same Im so thankful i got to meet you. You’ve been my favorite part of America.” He said his body facing hers.

Her hands grabbed his, hers so small compared to his, her skin was so soft. “You know Tosh I couldn’t just let you leave with a goodbye hm?” She said her words in a tone of want as she sat on her knees the silk night gown rudding up her thighs.

“What are you suggesting..” he knew what she was suggesting.

He watched her carefully, she guided his hand to her face. He took the sign bring her in close to him, kissing her, her other hand falling on his lap keeping her balance. The kiss was soft them pulling a was a few times only for them to connect continuously kissing, the heat between then getting hotter as they made out.

He grabbed her pulling hie on his lap, his arms wrapping around her torso pulling her closer their bodies pressed together. The sound of her soft moans as they kissed her hips adjusting causing friction between them. Her hands ran through his hair the blonde groaning as she shifted her weight on him her fingers slightly pulling his hair. His hands placed on her hips making their way under the fabric causing it to ride up as he squeezed the flesh.

“God..” she groaned her breath heavy.

He pulled away he face fell into his shoulder their breath heavy, his hands moving to her hips holdings her in a hug again making sure her body never left his. Toshinori’s mind was foggy, “How much time you got?” He heard her say her voice muffled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders like a hug keeping him as close as he did her.

“Thats dosnt matter I’ll get a flight for Monday night.” He said, his lips kissing her neck softly.

“Your gonna spend all weekend in the states?” She said lifting her head looking at him.

“With you, if thats all right?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t mind the company, would say Id take you on a proper date but, i dint need the cameras in our face.” She spoke leaning in kissing him once more through a smile.

He laughed, kissing her once more. “No one has to know..” she spoke.

She was right nobody did, plus it would keep them both out of danger. A secret just form them.

“Hey, aren’t i the one that’s supposed to take you on a date?” He pulled away.

She laughed as the man “Cook me dinner, call it a date.”

“Works for me.” He kissed her again picking her up a laugh erupting from her, she painted towards her room as he made his way there.

He worked with her body in such a gentle manner not wanting to hurt her, for the fact he was twice her size. Y/n laid back watching him take his shirt of the fabric coming over his head. She watched as he took his shoes soon falling in top of her, hes hands wandering her body. Soon slipping the dress over her head.

Pulling away from her lips kissing down her body taking in all of her, the soft whines that left her life motivating him to keep going. He stoped at the top of her panty line looking up at her as she sat up on her elbows. “Can I please take them off?” He asked his tone innocent.

“Yes you may.” She said a smile displayed on her face.

His large hands tapping her to lift herself up a little as he pulled them off throwing them somewhere on the floor. He teased her kissing her inner thighs leaving her sex untouched, he moved her legs over his shoulder them resting on his back she could feel his muscles shift as he moved.

“Fuck.. Tosh stop teasing!” He voice reached his ears the irritation making him laugh lightly earning a light smack on the head.

He looked up his eyes heavy “tell me what you want..” he said slightly hesitant.

“Your not good at this dominant thing are you?”

“I-I am!”

“Wheres your confidence baby? Common,” she head her voice seductive as she reached down touching his face making him crumble. “Go on Tosh be a good boy and eat me, eat me like you wont see me again.”

She said her hand leaving his face going down to her cunt rubbing small circles on her clit, she watched as his eyes watched her play with herself, the woman’s fingers moving in and out of her her slick coating her fingers. His mouth agape slightly, “wanna taste?”

He nodded soon the taste of her on his tongue as she stuck her finger in his mouth, he suckled on her fingers cleaning them before she moved them out. “Go on,” she said, with that he wrapped his arms around her thighs pulling her closer in. The first few taste were hesitant finding the right spots, him losing control starting to practically make-out with her cunt.

Tightening his grips holding her down so she didn’t move away. Her sweet moans being music to his ears motivating him to continue. He let out a groan feeling her fingers pull on his hair her nails scraching his scalp lightly. He sat up a little un wraping his arm bringing his hand down, sliding a finger in as he sucked on her clit.

The movement on his two fingers causing her to throw her head back in to the bad letting out breathy curses, the lewd sounds of her slick and his saliva mixing as he toyed with her more. Her legs shaking slightly soon feelings her thighs tighten around his head.

“Common sweetheart, cum for me..” he spoke his tone heavy.

Her body shook slightly as she came over her high, her hands pulling on the blondes hair. He finished cleaning her cunt clean looking up his mouth covered in her slick.

He sat up coming up placing a soft kiss on her lips, her hands holding the side of his face pulling him in more. “Mmm you did so good baby, such a good job.” She praised, Toshinori’s eyes clouded and he mumbled out something.

“Hm? Common use your words, so pussy drunk huh…” her voice teased and he nodded in her hands.

She pushed him up flipping him over, “let me treat you Toshi.” Her hands pushing him down flat on his back. His hands found their way to her hips grabbing them softly. Undoing his pants she pulled the slightly Tosh getting the memo lifting his hips kicking them of. He sat up leaning on his hands as he watched her align herself with him, his head fell back feeling her walls clamp down on him as she lowered down on his cock. Looking back but moaning at the sight of her swallowing him whole.

Y/n letting out soft moans and she let herself adjust to his size, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pulled her in a hugging position his face buried in her shoulder as she rode him the pace slow and first. “Let me see your face..” she whispered, he pulled his head up looking as her his brows frowned trying to hold in his noises.

“I wanna hear you, let me hear you.” She spoke he hips moving slightly faster now.

He did as that they were quite moans, as she moved her hips. Lifting herself up and doing back down every time making him break In every way possible. “Fuck mo-.” He cut himself off tightening his grip on her hips and she moved him laying flat on his back now.

“What was that baby, hm..” she said slowly her pace down painfully, “common tell me what you want.” She teased moving back and forth.

“Please, please mommy im so close.” He begged.

“Is mommys pussy good?” She asked teasing him.

He grounded his knees coming up, Y/n leaning on his legs moving faster again, “so good, so good… please dont stop,” he begged he sat up wrapping his arms around her again. She kissed and sucked on his neck pushing him closer.

She felt him shift pulling her down with him, skin to skin her boobs pressed up against him, his hips meeting with hers as he fucked himself with her, the sound of skin slapping and moaning filling the apartment. “Oh fuck tosh, common baby dont stop.”

He could feel her walls tightening around him that pushing his limt, “common fill me up, stuff me full.” Her lewd comment was his breaking point, his grip tightened painfully around her waist as she rode out his high. His thick cum fulling her up erupting more as she finished herself on him milking him. The fullness making her moan out her high reaching again, tosh in her shoulder begging her to cum. Her body shifting as she reached her high.

They just laid there him still in her, cum running down her thighs. Their heavy breaths in sync, Y/n lifting her head off his shoulder, leaning down kissing him her arms wrapped around his neck. “You did so good, so fucking good.” She praised the man.

He kissed her softly thanking her, he pulled her up his cock falling out of her the feeling of cum hitting his stomach as she dripped on him. His lips met hers once more before she crawled over him stepping of the bed. He watched as his seed ran down her leg, letting out a pleased groan he sat up ready to follow her.

“Stay.” He voice stern.

He signed “I wanna help you clean up, please let me help.” He finished putting his hands together.

“Let me pee first.” She said walking into her bathroom as she heard a small laugh from him. He stood up following her, “What are you pee shy?”

She glared at him from the toilet, “no I am not.” She answered simply her face looking away from him. He let her finish soon after entering the bathroom with her.

He turned her around lifting her up on the counter. “What are you doing, on my god.” She laughed.

“Cleaning you up.” He spoke grabbing a washcloth of the shelf. Wetting it with warm water he ran it down her leg his touch delicate. Cleaning the cum off her legs, rinsing the cloth off then cleaning himself.

She watched him closthing her legs sitting on the counter bare. “Mommy huh? You know now you ow me a mothers day gift.” She teased. He looked up after putting his brefs on. Her panties in his hand, “W..What?” His laugh nervous.

“You called me mommy Toshinori.” She said, taking the underwear from him.

Embarrassment fell over his face, his cheeks bright red. “Oh god.” He groaned his hands coming up covering his face.

The woman let out a laugh as she pulled up her underwear. “Oh baby doll be all nervous.” She spoke looking up at him her hands grabbing his pulling them down, she brought them to her boobs having him cup them. His head falling on her shoulder his back bending uncomfortably, she felt him fondling them a little. “You did just fill me up like a cream puff sooo…” she teased. He let out a laugh pulling away.

“You are filthy. Oh my gosh.” He said his face still bright red, a shit eaten girl laid on the women’s face.

“Says the one who called me mommy!”

“Stop, Ugh!” He turned around facing away from him.

He felt her nails graze up his back, her snaking her arms around him hugging him. “Its okay gorgeous I don’t mind.” She said kissing the small scratch marks on his back.

“Gorgeous?” He asked.

“Dont like it? I think it suits you.” She said watching him turn around.

“I mean, everything about you is gorgeous. I might not know you fully but, I would love to. Considering you just had you dick in me.” She said.

His head tilted “I would hope so, but really i think your the gorgeous one. Look at you Y/n, everything. Your humor, the way you carry yourself so confidently, and god I love your hair, i love the birth mark under your boob, i love how you welcomed me so cautiously, but so openly.” He finished.

“God, that made me wet.” She joked. Catching him off guard.

“You’re horrible.” He laughed holding her face pulling her in kissing her.

There we go I actually like this haha! This is my first MHA and I plan on doing more! I love writing about ocs! I hope this was some what reader vibe, but this was a little taste from my MHA dr! Just wait till i mention my daughter in this dr. (You get repeats of names bc i love them)

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woltourney · 11 months

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ROUND 3 / SIDE B / POLL 3

Stelak Ganzthuv (@drtanner) v. Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad)

Stelak Ganzthuv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Stelak Ganzthuv (he/him)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Gunbreaker, Bard

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal/Malboro! Come say hi!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Stelak is an amnesiac and can't remember anything about who he was before he arrived in Gridania. He woke up in the back that cart with nothing but a name, the clothes on his back and a robust set of instincts and principles, and while he has no memory of his life before then - if, indeed, he existed at all - he knows he's a whore. That's his literal job, he's a sex worker, he knows how to do that and he's very good at it. He's also picked up playing music suspiciously quickly, so there's a decent chance he might have been a bard previously, too. To Stelak's knowledge, Hydaelyn pretty much just plucked him out of the aether, or from wherever, to be Her hero, and Stelak is a little reluctant in his role but he's keenly aware that he has little choice in the matter; everything will go to shit in a big hurry if he doesn't step up when people need him to step up, and as much as he'd rather be doing other things and really doesn't enjoy the recognition or fame he gets for being the WoL, there's precious little to be done about it. He's doing his best, lmao.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "I'm gonna be honest with you, darlin'. I don't mind, I'm just here for a laugh." Stelak pauses, glancing away for a moment, considering. "… Sayin' that, though. Please. I'm very tired." His brow knots as he gives a weary smile. "It would be very nice to get a little appreciation for once."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Stelak is available for hire. Just sayin'. 💜

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper. (Note from submitter: CUL and BOT)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

#💎 shout #💎 round three

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kiwi-smug-silvalina · 6 months

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Well its time for one of those tag games!

Though this time its themed after THOSE FANFICS THAT ARE JUST STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND NO MATTER WHAT FANDOM YOURE IN; THEY KEEP COMING BACK IN YOUR BRAIN AND YOU HAVE THE URGE TO REREAD THEM-

Ahem, yes! Link as many fanfics as you want and tag someone else to do the same!

The only rule is one fanfic per fandom and a sentence next to the fanfic that describe your emotions towards it! I shall start!

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43463049

Holy shit what the hell did i read you cannot expect me to be the same after this-

Rune Factory Frontier: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151039/chapters/20790229

This is the sweetest thing I have ever read in my entire life and its just- healing from trauma one day at a time my beloved.

Boku no hero academia: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13617231

I will always think about this, this is peak chaotic energy and so fucking funny.

One Piece: https://archiveofourown.org/series/366521

I never said it couldnt be a series- ANYWAY THIS IS AMAZING; ITS SO LONG BUT SO AMAZING

Spiderman: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17395793/chapters/40943768

Ok yeah this is rlly fucking funny cause Peter is basically in a love triangle- WITH HIMSELF

Ducktales: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29841321

This is amazing and i cant wait to reread it again

Sonic the hedgehog: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21580105/

I almost cried in class because of this fucking fanfic

And these were all from the top of my head! Ill just @ a couple of mutuals and if any of you dont wanna join thats alright too of course!!!

@oneshortlove @revitalizationrat @diona-98 @trashyandtiredsol @tinkerthedragon @midnighticee @hatekawa @v-albion @confuzzledhooman @temva @qeelovestea @abbys-tmnt-side-blog @leosmasktails @cruilty-ink ok these were enough I THINK

and i apologize for @ literally all of you but also mutuals amirite and if any of you just dont read fanfics you can ignore this pffff

AND ANYONE I DIDNT @ CAN ALSO TRY THIS OUT IF THEY WANNA; THIS MIGHT BE AN EXCUSE TO STOCK UP ON READING MATERIAL WHO KNOWS BCDWHBCH

#rottmnt #rune factory #boku no hero academia #one piece #spiderman #ducktales 2017 #sonic the hedgehog #am i nervous doing this?#yeap #but also i rlly wanted to share these fanfics that i adore #fanfiction #fanfic game #haha imagine knowing how to tag things #tumblr games

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Donald Na: Undefeatable, A Weak Hero Character Analysis

(Note, this is based off the currently released free chapters, so no fast pass spoilers here! Spoilers for those who aren't fully caught up yet.)

After reading the conclusion of the Eunjang v Union fight, I had some thoughts about who Donald is, why he became the way he is now, and more thoughts about how the fight ended and his parallels with Gray. Apologies if this becomes rambly im just writing off the top of my head. To begin with,

Who Is Donald?

From the very beginning of Weak Hero, Donald Na has been set up as the big bad, the final boss, the overarching antagonist. He is the sole mastermind behind the Union, controlling it from above in his luxurious office, only descending to force rebellion back in line much like he did with Ben and Myles. He was established as cruel, cunning, intelligent and menacing; but most important of all: untouchable.

Time and time again we see Donald's sheer strength forcing even the most powerful of fighters into submission. He's both the brains and the brawn, with incredible charisma to boot. He's the sovereign ruler of the Yeungdeungpo region. It's clear he hasn't seen a real challenge in some time. Until the final fight, us readers have never seen Donald so much as break a sweat, even in his (one sided) fight against Changhui Han.

He's got everything planned out, nothing seems to phase him and he is adaptable to any plan, seeing as he worked around all the setbacks Eunjang threw at him.

However, Donald's many layers have been peeled back, allowing us to glimpse moments of a troubled childhood that explain why Donald is the undefeatable monster he is now.

Why Is Donald?

Based on the short flashbacks of Donald's childhood, (as of right now more fleshed out episodes are being released but I haven't caught up yet) he grew up in poverty with an abusive father and sickly mother. He is seen wearing tattered clothes and was gaunt and scrawny. Another was of his getting his school reports scattered on the ground, meaning he was bullied by his peers despite being one of the top scorers in his class or the entire school. At one point he was driven to desperation and broke into a bakery just to eat. This explains why he likes eating bread so much.

Donald grew up with nothing. No money, no respect, no friends, no food, not even a loving family. Despite trying the best he could in school, he could never be equals with anyone, in fact the seem to look down on him more for doing so well whilst not having financial stability. Because he grew up with nothing, he strove to obtain everything.

Donald went from dressing in rags, to wearing branded goods from head to toe. He went from having no support system, to creating an army of thugs to serve under him: The Union. He went from being powerless, to having an entire region under his thumb, manipulating everyone from kids to adult business owners. No longer was he the scrawny little boy but now a powerful, cunning, imposing presence.

It was all calculated. In a recent episode, Donald himself mentioned that he did everything he could to not only look the part, but play the part of big bad mastermind. He got tattoos all over his body to seem more intimidating, he beat down every enemy to strike fear in them, he created a steady source of income to keep his goons loyal, not just by threat of violence but also money.

To me, Donald seems like someone who tried desperately to reach the top so that nobody could ever hurt him again. And he succeeded, at what cost?

Is It Lonely On the Top? Eunjang vs The Union

Now that he's gotten everything he wanted, did it make him happy? Perhaps it did, perhaps it didn't. With almost everything under his thumb, it is only natural that Donald craved a challenge, whether unconsciously or not. Hence, when Eunjang high started making a move, it became new motivation for Donald to keep going.

Of course, Donald already had plans with his many businesses but Eunjang proved to be a source of amusement, then annoyance, then rising to be a legitimate threat. As Eunjang toppled more of Donald's executives and cemented itself as a group to be taken seriously, Donald's empire began to crumble. With one single variable, many of Donald's plans had a wrench thrown in them. He grew complacent at his spot in the top. Long he had gone without a worthy challenger that he took his power for granted. Little did he know, Ben was building up strength to face him head on once more, together with a certain white mamba.

Not everything could be under Donald's control. Case in point: the Eugene Incident. Because of one careless mistake from one of the company shareholders who approved Eugene's design without thinking, the flaws in the companies Donald had a stake in were exposed and a large portion of profits went down the drain. To make matters worse, he sent Dongha out only to capture Eugene and bring the boy to him, but Dongha ended up beating him to a pulp and facing the wrath of Gray Yeon, escalating the incident further and provoking Ben's wrath even more for real. The Eugene Incident was the catalyst for the big war between the Union and Eunjang.

All this time, the Union had been weakening. Wolf and Philip turned tail and sided with Eunjang for their personal reasons, and Jake wanted to resign from the Union for good. Donald was losing more and more manpower. This escalated into the massive Union v Eunjang war to end all gang wars. However, this was all a backdrop for Donald's main fight: between Ben Park. Leader vs Leader. However yet again, Donald would not get what he wanted, all because of one of his closest allies: Kingsley Kwan.

Kingsley is a curious character who's only been shown as Donald's right hand and most trusted confidant. His backstory has yet to been revealed but clearly, he is very important to Donald and only has his best interests at heart. Kingsley is the closest thing Donald has to a friend. Yet, Kingsley unintentionally betrayed Donald by kidnapping Ben Park, taking away the fight Donald wanted most. Donald lost trust in his closest companion, and lost the chance for a fair fight with the one person he thought had a chance of taking him down.

This brings into account what Jake said at the end of the big fight: that deep down, Donald wanted to be defeated. Donald wanted someone to challenge him, to fight against his tyranny and show him the taste of failure. On the surface, it would seem that Donald only wanted to fight Ben just to crush him and show everyone who's boss, but I believe that deep down, Donald really wanted this to all end. His motives are unknown thus far but I think it has something to do with Gray.

To tie up this (kinda disjointed) section, Donald's newfound power and domination only isolated him from forming any meaningful connection with others. His desire for defeat and victory conflicted with each other, but I think he only realised what he truly wanted when he finally fought with Gray.

Donald Na vs Gray Yeon: Two Sides of the Same Coin

These two are shown to have interesting parallels with each other, going so far back as to have Jake comment on the similarities between them.

Both Donald and Gray are shown to have a lust for power and love for the thrill of fighting. Donald fights to cement himself as the strongest, and Gray fights to teach bullies a lesson, and to protect those he cares about. Gray slowly develops a dark bloodlust, which he hones as his deadly precise and calculated fighting strategy. Donald let his bloodlust consume him in his rise to power and control.

They are also similar in their intelligence, planning and problem solving skills. Both make plans and like it when events happen according to predictions. Donald makes lengthy schemes and manipulates people behinds the scenes, getting angry when things don't go according to plan. Gray only fights when he is certain he will win, with the exception of his Wolf beatdown. Gray analyses his opponents and "studies up" so he can have every advantage to beat them, making up for his lack of physical strength. Donald relies on his superior strength and cunning to carry him through fights, to which he has become complacent but he can adapt on the fly too.

The two have also battled in their academic prowess, duelling each other in creating and solving math problems. Usually, the questions are formulated by Donald, and Gray comes up with solutions to solve them. Notably, the questions set by Donald are complex and mind boggling, but Gray comes up with a creative and straightforward way of solving them. This implies that since they have a similar way of thinking, Gray could easily see a path through the problem. Or on the other hand, Gray is more innovative, creating a new way of problem solving that even surprised Donald. This battle of intellect has been Donald's way of getting to know Gray. Donald's statement at his final math problem was "this is the last time we play together, white mamba." Implying that all this time, Donald was toying with and testing Gray's capability, yet also enjoying the mental exercise and anticipating their in-person meeting.

Personally, I think that the key difference between Gray and Donald is the presence of a Stephen. Or... Friends. Gray's backstory shows that before Stephen came into his life, he was just drifting. An empty shell that kept searching for something, anything to fill the void in his heart. Gray lacked a purpose, endlessly consuming random knowledge and "studying like an idiot." Stephen was a welcome friend, a light in Gray's darkness, and became the purpose for Gray to keep living. Stephen became Gray's catalyst to change the world around him and stop standing by. Since Stephen made an effort to change his surroundings for the better, Gray decided to do the same, albeit in a more violent, cold manner.

Both Gray and Donald are connected by the concept of "absence" or "lacking". While Gray wasn't financially struggling, his parents weren't around and he didn't have friends. He lacked emotional connection with others, and lacked a purpose for living, thus creating that empty void within him. Gray became motivated by friendship to create a better environment for himself and his friends. Donald on the other hand lacked safety, security and power, so this became his personal purpose to rise above everyone and have the control he lacked as a child. However, he lacked FRIENDS, those other people he could count on emotionally.

Gray made new friends who he cares about and who care about him, but Donald sits atop a lonely throne, having nobody but himself he could fully depend on, since everyone around him disappointed him in one way or another. He has no equal, not even Kingsley. That was who Donald was looking for: a friend, an equal.

Donald made this realisation during his fight against Gray, who repeatedly outsmarted him using cunning tricks, who was the only one brave enough to take him on aside from Ben, and who was the other contender who pushed him to the brink. Ben made Donald realise the fear of losing, but Gray made him realise what he was chasing after this whole time. He thinks to himself, near the end of the fight that in another life, if things played out differently, could he and Gray have been friends? This means that Gray is the one he finally saw as equal to him, the one he wanted to befriend. He found someone who could potentially understand him, but circumstances pit them against each other. And when he beat Gray, any hope of potential connection was shattered.

Donald's Defeat: Last Man Standing

Technically, Donald won the fight against Ben and Gray, and against Eunjang. On paper, this is a huge win for the Union. Logically, this would mean that Donald could further his conquest and rise even higher on the chain of power. However... this ended up being the Union's loss overall. Donald wanted someone to beat him, he wanted someone to take him down a peg, he wanted a true equal in strength, character, ideals, which Ben and Gray had combined. (Ben's sheer power and Gray's character) But after Donald won, there wasn't any point in going on. He knew he was the strongest, but he wanted to be proven wrong. Now there is no chance of anyone who could take him down anymore.

The Union was just a means to an end, a method of accruing more power and wealth, all of which has lost its meaning for Donald. Hence Donald essentially put the Union on hold. His unrivalled might is still evident as he beat the piss out of Myles Joo and his cronies while severely injured. But mentally, he's destroyed. He's lost his purpose and meaning and snapped.

So what does he do? He tries again by seeking out Gray. In a semi-crazed delusion he calls out to Gray from below an overhead bridge for them to fight again. Only then could he relive that sense of connection and rekindle the hope of defeat. Gray and the eunjang gang are understandably shocked... but Donald is too fascinated with Gray to care. He just wants to fight again, to understand Gray even more.

Then he got hit by a truck (Donald isekai when?). The only thing that could take down Donald wasn't even a person but a whole vehicle.

In the end, Eunjang lost the fight but won the war, as Donald became demoralised and shut down Union activity. Donald lost, as he lost what he desired most (friendship) and whatever he still had didn't mean anything anymore. He was someone who lost himself in dark ambition, and deep inside wanted someone to save him from his endless spiral of violence that he trapped himself within as its kingpin.

AFTERWORD/NOTES

holy shit sorry I procrastinated hard on writing this... if u read this far thanks and I hope you enjoyed and I hope my points are clear enough. this really became a stream of conscious thing haha. weak hero brain rot never ends. ok but genuinely I hope Donald survives the truck crash bc it would be such a cop out if he died and I dont think seopass wld do that. (NO SPOILERS PLZ THX)

edit: shit I got spoiled

#weak hero webtoon #Donald na #gray yeon #weak hero analysis #weak hero spoilers #weak hero union #ben park #character analysis #long post #RAAAAAAAAAAHHHH #weak hero

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scribblestatic · 17 days

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Well, I was playing around on Picrew, made another trans girl Izuku from the pretty short singer AU, and with another song on her album with the rest of the band.

Denpaku has become more popular for Izuku's unique style of singing, accompanied by very talented musicians in Velma and Riku. People make fan AMVs and stuff with their songs. Instead of using her name, Izuku goes by Denpa-chan or Dii-chan.

Because of that, Denpaku fans call them D-chan, V-san, and R-kun, or DVR. Izuku, thinking that could be cool, learns some editing to make some of the videos look like they're recorded from analog video cameras and played back on a DVR screen.

Of course, fans who know about vintage recording equipment love it because it fits. Other folks learn more about old recording stuff because Izuku starts getting fancy with the different styles they use. Riku also starts playing around with using more crackly sounds in some of their songs. With the crackle came Velma's desire to put a bit more funk in what they did.

The single that came out a little after the USJ incident became one of their best.

// Flash Warning for Video //

youtube

A song about throwing caution into the wind and living life to your fullest. To push forward and give their efforts their all.

When members of Class 1-A listened to it after their harrowing ordeal, they felt more motivated. It was as if Denpaku was cheering them on.

And, of course, the teachers and staff at U.A. noticed the positive influence. So, one day, a bit after Izuku finished her homework for the day, she logged in on the web and saw a bunch of messages from V-san and R-kun, telling her to quickly read a recent email they received.

It was from U.A., asking if they'd like to be musical talent at the upcoming Sports Festival.

Of course, being a little indie group, they never imagined such a huge publicity break. If more people picked up their music after this, they could very well become mainstream. But...

R-kun indicated he wasn't really interested in that, liking their little, manageable community. V-san was anxious about it, but overall, was ambivalent, regardless of the choice. However, they both knew how much D-chan loved heroes and had wished to get into U.A. when she grew up before, after an incident she didn't really talk about, she decided to do all of her schooling from an online school.

If she wanted to go, they'd follow.

And yeah, Izuku wanted to go. But she was very scared about it...

Still, their most recent single was about throwing caution into the wind and moving forward, wasn't it?

So, she said she'd like it if they could talk out the details with U.A. to see if it was a good fit. If so, then maybe they would all agree on going.

As they usually did in their email responses, especially since they weren't really professional, they signed off on their answers individually:

["Hello. Thank you for reaching out, Mr. Nedzu. Before we agree, I'd appreciate it if we could discuss some of the details, if that's okay?" - D-chan

"We can decide as a group, so I'd also like to discuss the details. Preferably in person, if possible." - V-san

"As long as it's safe, I'm cool." - R-kun Denpaku]

The principal's response? A list of dates and times he'd be open for discussion.

Izuku was already vibrating out of her skin, and she hadn't even met him yet.

#singer au #au post 2 #static drabbles #bnha au #Youtube

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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in honor of fall finally beginning, here are my thoughts on what pedro characters would fuck a demon and why. (ps! If anybody would care to request a drabble for these this lovely halloween season so i keep my creative juices flowing outside of class, I absolutely would love to write them for you! just drop em into my ask box<3)

Max Philips

Vampire. has monster4monster in his tinder bio.

has a friends with benefits set up with a demon

will summon said demon who appears in his bedroom where he has drawn a summoning circle on his bed

“very classy”

“i have a flair for the dramatics”

instead of pulling your hair while fucking you from the back its the horns baby >:)

Pero Tovar

raised catholic whore.

was probably hired to go into a haunted forest and kill the beast only to find you there.

gets that good hellfire pussy and is immediately in l o v e

will go back into the cursed forest just so he can go down on you

gets claw marks on his back >;)

Marcus pike

there’s no real reason for this one but I just know that soft man WOULD fall in love with a fucking demon. I just know it.

you know that story about a priest who fell in love with an author who wrote satanic erotica? yeah its that except he’s the priest and its with a literal demon from hell.

Oberyn motherfucking Martell

I dont even NEED to explain this one

ive said before that this man is absolutely a monster fucker.

He’s also incredibly intelligent and would absolutely be wildly curious about you and want to know everything.

in this one I’d imagine it more as he’s the hero of the situation (and ellaria of course ill never leave my wifey out)

you got summoned and subsequently captured.

now youre either stuck in a brothel OR kept by some cruel maester/noble whos deadset on studying you to figure out more about your “kind”

stuck where you are because there are seals painted everywhere so you physically can’t escape.

Oberyn is the one who watches you in shock and then anger because he sees the pain and exhaustion on your face.

will slyly rub away at the seal on the floor until it’s fully broken and you can escape (and kill your captor)

Rumor spreads through the realm that the Red Viper is so lustful he’s even bed a creature from the seven hells. Not entirely false ;)

Ezra

He IS the demon :)

#tj talks #HAPPY HALLOWEEEENNNNN #marcus pike x reader #pero tovar x reader #oberyn martell x reader #max philips x reader #anything i fucking love <3 demon girls <3 which is what spurred this on #going to write these this month i SWEAR IT i will FORCE MYSELF

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pulpandgristle · 6 months

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V: A CITY ON A HILL

Pilot ID: Matthias Shawcross, third-generation bioframe veteran of the Mourning War

Status: Inactive (Honorable discharge)

Asset Class: Bioframe, bipedal combat model, low-gravity configuration (Deceased)

Site of Asset Decommission: Colony Veritas, Bay of New Antioch aquatic terraforming facility

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Citizen: Intissar bint Yushib

Homeworld: Yushib

Status: Active (Yushib, shore of the Sea of Lilies)

Current Assignment: Field technician, translator and diplomat (Septarchy occupation)

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Begin transmission.

Greetings from the Sea of Lilies. To my comrades in the Periphery, blessings and salutations. To the people of the Septarchy, listen closely.

I am Intissar bint Yushib—Intissar, the daughter of Yushib, the Jewel of Achernar, Shelter at River's End, my homeworld. You would slander Her as "Colony Veritas". I will do Her no such dishonor.

The Septarchy tribunals that discover this message will likely know who I am. I have worked alongside them for many years. If you are listening, Executors, you may consider this my resignation.

I speak today with pride and love. In the name of my mother and all her mothers before her, I hereby renounce my vows to the Septarchy, vows that were extracted from me unwillingly, through pain and coercion, and in their place I choose to bear the banner of Yushib, a free world of the Periphery.

There is an estuary, not far from here, whose shape mirrors the transit of Adila, Yushib's moon. The arc of the river follows naturally into the sea, a near-perfect parabola. My family and I have tended to that estuary for more than two hundred years. My ancestors sculpted its banks to honor Adila in her travels.

Today, I was supposed to demolish that estuary and bury a leviathan in the upturned silt. I will be doing no such thing. That animal will rest, in time, naturally, as all dead things do . . . but not until I am done. Not until there are words as inalienable as the estuary.

Not until you understand.

At this very moment, Yushib is changing. Being changed. Scarred. The Septarchy calls this mutilation "terraforming"; they intend to flood my homeworld's rivers, to call down rains and salts and metals and build a hive for their leviathans atop Her corpse. My family's work will be wiped away along with several million lives if they succeed in this task.

The estuary is a statement. It carries knowledge and intent. During the initial invasions, my people used it and many other landmarks to plot orbital trajectories and cement the paths of celestial bodies as an inalienable truth. Stone carvings could not be disrupted by electromagnetic bursts, and Septarchy pilots were too ignorant to read them.

Today I was the escort of Matthias Shawcross, a perplexing man who I found endlessly fascinating. He had a curious build, mantis-like, dead-eyed, stretched along the spine by years of microgravity exposure. He was one of the Septarchy's heroes. He conquered Yushib astride a weapon too terrible for living memory. He and I were to conduct a burial together.

I have obliged him the burial, at least.

Shawcross was in need of my people's help. His war machine is very sick, you see. It can hardly complete reentry without injury, a pitiable animal by the Septarchy's definitions. With the combined force of earthmoving equipment and targeted kinetic bombardment, we were to put it out of its misery.

I remember him so clearly, watching me from the edge of estuary. He encouraged me, called me words I will not repeat, and held his service weapon with such sickening confidence. Of course, if he had his way, I would have fallen into his leviathan's grave as soon as I had finished digging it.

He was merciful by Septarchy standards. Nowadays there is little need for pretense. Perhaps he was the sentimental type.

This burial would be a claiming of sorts. An annexation in miniature. Septarchy leviathans are unbothered by physical death, and when they become useless they simply cease to move. The mechanisms of urgency and war proceed unbidden, impotent, confined within their hulking shells. They are buried as testaments—and to poison the worlds of the Septarchy's enemies.

Shawcross intended to destroy the path of Yushib's moon with that final gesture. He would destroy the estuary my family has tended to since Earth still spoke to the Periphery, since before my ancestors engineered a dozen calendars to pray to the rhythms of a dozen setting suns, since before my great-grandfather returned to me in the last year of his life, having finished a sixty-year Hajj and come home with only a handful of sand, equal parts Arabian soil and post-nuclear glass.

Septarchy leviathans are poisonous by design. They bleed radiation and oil and solvents and anger, and bullets if they are provoked enough. Man undergoes the same transformation with extra steps, using proxies, animals of rock and plastic that he chooses to call tools. The Septarchy are simply cruel enough to bend thinking creatures to this purpose. The change is unremarkable otherwise.

The Periphery makes no such concessions. Even the inanimate can carry the will of the holy. My plow, my trowel, my mother's knives, these are animals of a type, born from Yushib and Her sisters, hewn out of Her metals and Her plant fibers and Her human attendants. They are engines of potential inspired by mankind's connections to the divine, limitless and undirected and beautiful.

They are not leviathans. They are not bombs. The power to wage war should only be humanity's burden, but the Septarchy have spread that terrible duty to others unfit for the task. They would make the rivers bloodthirsty if they possessed the means. Perhaps they do.

Shawcross called himself intelligent. The Septarchy claims to teach, but I have only kept the pieces that they fused to my people. I have learned a cumbersome dialect whose words fit sharp and unwieldly in my mouth. I have learned that the children of Yushib will not be remembered because we have not done anything worth remembering. I have learned that the Septarchy are bad liars.

I have learned so much about funerals.

When my grandmother passed, it was a special occasion. I think of it happily. Mother taught me the Ṣalāt al-Janāzah and I wore a beautiful gown to the proceedings. There were figs in bloom on the river's edge when we returned her to Yushib. That night, I had them roasted with honey and almonds over dinner. Mother was proud of me.

I will name my daughter after my grandmother when the time comes. Even when I was young, I could not resent her leaving us. That day remains one of the best days of my life, because I was there, and so was she, and now we are together on Yushib. She did not have to see the orbital strikes, to see my mother's body reject a prosthetic hand. To see the mosque burn and crumble under Adila's light.

Every sweet fruit is my grandmother now. It makes me smile.

Mourning is supposed to be clumsy, raw, upsetting but ultimately healing. Colony Veritas has torn that tapestry of feelings apart. There is no organic process now. Even the agony is extracted with ruthless efficiency. Desecrated ashes flung over cliffs. Men dumped from airships into mile-wide ditches. There is no river, no tree to cry underneath.

You have made me an accomplice. My prayers are reduced to tools, to hammers, the enhanced hands of an efficient laborer who works not for rest and family and worship but for the drudgery of more work. I was made into the final link in a chain of predictable, reproducible human disassembly. Yes, he is blessed. Now, he goes.

I remember it so clearly, hearing the hammer click back under Shawcross's thumb.

I pause. He barks another slur, the swine. His settler's words scrape surly and abrasive against the afternoon air. I have missed my midday prayer for this. I tell him so. He shoots me in the gut.

Yes, your pilot betrays me. Yes, he tackles me, threatens to defile me and my world, and yes, I slice open his throat with his own combat knife, clumsily unsheathed and pressed to my belly but reclaimed with a single twisting grasp. He stains my hijab with the hatred and blood and radiation that pours in maroon curtains through his opened self. Yes, he is blessed. Now, he goes.

Next.

The Septarchy would strip Yushib bare. It is just a stepping stone to them, not a Mother, not a Living World, not a jewel placed in the sky for humanity to cherish. In another time, we could have held that jewel together. Perhaps later, in a distant time, we can try again. But not yet. Not while this is the fourteenth burial I have made in three years, and another hundred are yet to come. Not while I have to practice letting go of the dirt so that I can finish burying mother.

I want so badly to mourn, but I have lost all that is inside me to mourn with. The Septarchy has taken even grief from me. I will never forgive that, and Yushib will not either.

My mother taught me well. She said that the universe is a patient judge, and that She is not kind to the guilty.

Your pilot's leviathan still breathes, diseased and weak. Frail. A man, I choose to believe. He wheezes in the dry air.

I stumble to my feet, legs trembling, and fall backwards over the edge of the leviathan's grave. We sound alike, him and I. Two castoffs of empire stuck in another ditch.

As I fall into his cavernous chest, a cockpit gutted for parts until it is raw bone and searching nerves, I think of my grandmother, and her rasping sandpaper laugh, and her shawls, and her holding my mother in all those photos, still so alive and bright and small, and the pastries that the two of them taught me to knead by hand on Eid al-Fitr.

He catches me. I collide with the embrace of another living thing, too weak for contempt, or perhaps too strong for it, even now. The kindness of the act destroys me.

He says I can be healed. I accept, and I weep at my fortune. I have finally learned something of value from the Septarchy.

We will stay together, I think. I intend to return home—my wounds are survivable and besides, mother needs me—but Yushib will decide when. Let the hours come. I trust Her more than anything. The Sea of Lilies can hold the leviathan.

I remember what the Septarchy taught me of the pilots. I have mimicked their rituals in my own time, and the leviathan can see that. I have nestled in him, here, in the estuary, beneath the water, where he can breathe for me and I can keep him company. He weeps too, in his own way. Shawcross wielded him without care. But I am not Shawcross.

The current is warm. The blood is washing out. Slowly.

He feels gentle. I am at peace in him, and he cradles me. Mother cradles me. Grandmother cradles me. Even your leviathans surrender to the land, Executors. My family has stolen this one.

We will not surrender. Not ever again.

The suns will rise tomorrow, my skin will knit closed, and I will live. The leviathan will sleep, patient, simple, and he will live. Yushib will turn for another year. She will always live. Beyond the Periphery, beyond the Septarchy, beyond war, beyond blood, the Jewel of Achernar will shine, a jasper marble in the infinite sea of creation, stronger than all of you. My Mother will live.

My people will live.

Forever.

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David Farland’s Writing Tips—Giving Readers Hope

Nearly every novel shows a character with a big conflict. Sometimes conflicts are so vast that the tale is overwhelming.

But readers must somehow muddle through those tough times, and what is going on in the reader’s life will affect how much they can handle in a novel. Is your reader’s mother dying from cancer? Did they put a beloved pet down this week? Is the reader out of a job? Those kinds of losses can make reading the dark passages of a novel difficult.

I saw a good illustration of this a few years ago. A woman who had gone through a divorce wrote a beautiful passage about the challenges her character was facing as she was dumped by her husband. Many of the class members loved it and found it so affecting that they broke into spontaneous applause—but two of the women were so devastated by the passage that they fled the room in tears. Both women had recently been through divorces.

Obviously, as writers we want to touch our readers deeply. We want to hold them through our books, even during the dark passages. How can we do this? Here are a few thoughts…

Heroism is a family trait. In ancient Greek theater, to be a hero you had to have heroic parents. In other words, the royals had trained the peasants properly by saying, “Not just anyone can do this.” But the trick still works today. This was handled nicely in J.J. Abram’s 2009 movie “Star Trek”. When a young Captain Kirk has his ship attacked by an angry Romulan, he heroically fights off his attackers just long enough so that his young wife and child can escape the ship, and then our hero gets blown up. Of course, the baby—James T. Kirk—is the one who returns and avenges the father some 25 years later.

Sure, the formula may be 3000 years old, but it still works.

The secret power. Does your character have a unique ability—Zorro’s mastery of swordplay, young Sheldon’s sharp wit, or Rocky Balboa’s ability to take a blow? Show it early in your story, and that will give the reader hope.

Borrowed glory. When young King Henry’s troops despair in Shakespeare’s “King Henry V,” he rouses them with a classic speech. Similarly, when Frodo Baggins is unable to go on seeking the Crack of Doom, his friend Sam Gamgee offers more private support.

If you have a character who must struggle, perhaps you can give them a support system—a father, mother, lover, friend, teacher, or priest—who provides an example of how to hold on to hope in dark times. Even teachings from the Bible, Muhammad, or some other source can help.

The early win. Your character is allowed to have victories, and even the smallest victory may signal hope. Let’s say you’ve got a character who is struggling to find a killer, but is coming up stumped. On a side note, for month’s she’s been trying to figure out how a mouse has been getting into her kitchen—and suddenly she discovers a tiny hole under the sink. Yeah, the mouse problem isn’t going to help her dodge bullets, but it does show that she has a fine mind and potential.

Light in dark times. Many heroes cling to a hope or a dream throughout their entire story. Maybe they dream of someday owning a fishing boat or a restaurant, but often hope comes in the form of “fairy gifts,” any gift given in dark times.

Lady Galadriel gave Frodo a vial of starlight to help him through dark times, for example. This “fairy gift” is very important in fantasy literature. It’s often an object—a sword, a ring, or other item that gives its wielder a bit of help. But I like Frodo’s light. He doesn’t pull it out and look at it often, but in a sense he does. Just before he travels into Mordor, he looks up and sees a star shining above the darkness. That moment of hope is one highpoint in the novel.

We see similar scenes over and over in Lord of the Rings as the hobbits meet up with unexpected friends or have a quiet meal. Each of those reinvigorates their spirit.

Indeed, there is one scene in the Two Towers where Gollum argues with himself about whether or not he should strangle the “nice hobbits” and take the ring—a scene where even an enemy shows the potential to become a friend.

But a fairy gift can be anything. It might be a $100 bill that dad gave his daughter before he was killed in a car wreck, and she saves it as much for sentimental value as something to help in an emergency. It might be a gun that is loaned to a character, or a telephone number for a powerful lawyer.

As authors, we need to try to figure out just how much darkness our readers can handle, and when it is called for, offer a bit of hope.

Of course, you’ll never get a perfect balance. You’ll always be too heart-wrenching for some readers and too much of a Pollyanna for others. I’m convinced that this is the sole reason that no one book can satisfy all readers.

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melting steel, a meta about shouto todoroki v tetsutetsu tetsutetsu

[ Spoilers for My Hero Academia through s5 and the Joint Training Arc. I will be discussing both the manga and the anime in this post as evidence of my claims and as points of comparison. ]

tl;dr I think that Shouto as of the Joint Training arc is still feeling many of the ramifications of his hate of his father still, which leaked into his fight against Tetsutetsu, which lead to him attempting to go through with behaviors that should have had more punishment for him, either by the fans or within the narrative. I do not believe that he is a bad or worse character or person for it.

I do believe that the anime’s adaptation of this scene shifts the emotional focus to something else rather than the already presented one, intentionally makes a character more antagonistic, and removes an interesting anger from the other.

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The Joint Training arc in BnHA is clearly a top pick for many fans of side characters simply due to the format permitting for more screen time for much of the underutilized cast. Issues of writing and very little of substance to add to the characters has been a scene that rubbed me quite the wrong way for a time after first reading it, aiding no more by community reception.

We’re going to be talking about the third battle, specifically the fight between Shouto Todoroki and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu and talk about the circumstances in the battle and my opinions of them, as well as fandom perception and reception as well as applying a filter of real world logic to see what would’ve really happened.

In this meta, we’re going to be using a lot of direct screenshots from the officially English translated manga and a few screenshots with the Crunchyroll translations as evidence to back up these claims. As a result this post will be quite long under the cut!

Let’s start simple! Character motivations!

The easy one is, well, it's a class training. Mandatory participation for grade all that of course, but every character carries with them a little more than that.

We’ll start with Tetsutetsu because his motivations are a lot simpler, both due to being a far simpler person, and also without very much characterization. But what we see is telling.

He believes everyone thinks he’s stupid so he’s gonna counter Class A’s team!

This is entirely for the immediate comedy of showing that he is indeed quite stupid because he is causing quite the amount of collateral damage by flattening the arena. Outside of that, Tetsutetsu really doesn’t have any other motivations to want to win the or even to fight outside of typical school tournament battle shounen competetiveness!

Shouto on the other hand is a little more of an interesting case. While not a direct motivation, before the battle Tokoyami brings up the legacy and upholding the reputation of the heroes they intern under, being Endeavor and Hawks. Shouto is then prompted to think back on his past and the abuse that he’s faced from his father, with a particular focus on moves that Enji claimed only he could learn due to, well, not being like Touya (who couldn’t due to burning far too easily).

“You will learn these moves.” “Only you can do this technique!”

There’s a heavy focus on these move, this technique, that only Shouto can do, so claims Enji. This technique and these powers are the why behind all of Shouto’s abuse which is why the abuse is also so heavily focused on here.

But Shouto never takes a particular stance on these feelings when the fight starts, he’s just thinking about it because its part of the reputation he’s upholding, part of the legacy heaved onto him.

Now before we get into the nitty gritty of breaking down the fight with even more panels of evidence, we also need to talk about the two’s fighting styles. It might feel a little pointless but it’s very important to a point we’re going to bring up later and also to gather how the fight goes.

Tetsutetsu is a physical brawler above all else, he doesn’t have any range to speak of unless he starts throwing things, but outside of that he punches. It’s all punching and bludgeoning things, because that’s what his quirk is best for, getting up close and beating things up.

Shouto then is more of mid to long range attacker. His fire and ice are best used in wide areas where he can entrap opponents in obstacles of his own making. But we know him to not be the best at fighting hand to hand with people mostly because he’s never had to do that. His quirk always let him finish engagements before he ever needed to use his fists, or to think of how to counter them.

With that bit squared away, let’s look at the fight and the characters mental states during the fight. Admittedly, this is significantly more for Shouto, because Tetsutetsu does not have any real baggage during this fight outside of “I want to beat this team in a fight because we’re battling to see how many teams from each class wins” and more training. Very simple shounen battle competition mindset. But let’s look at a few examples before the particulars that I want to get into.

Tetsutetsu is brash and crude, but this is really just par for the course in all shounen series, and in fact, these behaviors are akin to Bakugou, if not slightly nicer, though not that much nicer.

And before we start going into Shouto’s emotions, were gonna talk about this, and talk a little about how this has been taken by the anime and a lot of other people. Yes, Tetsutetsu is indeed saying he’s going to clock Shouto so hard he passes out. Could Tetsu drag him back to the jail cell? Yes and no, yes because its more nice than beating him up, but no because that goes right in front of the other people.

Is this violent? Yes! Is this more violent than series typical violence that has been previously enacted on other characters? No! Bakugou has done exactly this to Shouto (to the point of actually making him pass out) in the Sports Festival on a public stage. This is series and world typical violence, whether we endorse it or not.

So let’s get into the meat!

Shouto Todoroki and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu are fighting basically in the middle of a pipe jungle, Tetsutetsu has the upperhand due to early on getting Todoroki into a hold and then proceeding to punch his way to a victory by knocking out Shouto to then be taken to the faux jail cell.

Shouto’s ice proves to not be of very much effect when Tetsutetsu punches and shatters it, while his fire also proves to be of very little effect due to Tetsutetsu’s steel which resists fire and heat up to quite a high temperature (Shouto’s fire is likely only about 1200°C at it’s hottest, while steel doesn’t start to melt till around 1400°C).

In an attempt to fight Tetsutetsu, Shouto raises the temperatures of his flame, and says this.

And this is the very much part of the meta where I bring up my grievance.

Unlike the intentional comedic relief of Bakugou and his violence, Shouto in this instance is threatening violence unto another student that is unlike series typical violence established in the school setting (its important to note in the school setting because series typical violence outside also includes Kirishima losing the outer hardened layer of his quirk to Rappa, however that was a villain encounter who was TRYING to kill him).

Neither the audience, nor the character of Shouto, knows what melting Tetsutetsu will do to him. From a logical idea of how his quirk works, it would either melt his body entirely leaving just a puddle of melted metal, or the metal is just a layer atop the body, which looking at what has happened to Kirishima as reference... well, that layer would probably be the equivalent of Tetsutetsu’s skin.

It’s also very important to note that the heat Shouto creates in this moment is so hot it forces the cameras in the area that the teachers are using to monitor the situation for feedback to be destroyed.

Tetsutetsu responds, not by backing off, but by recognizing what the situation is with empathy for the other (yes empathy, he is burning, shouto is also probably burning, they’re feeling the same heat). And his recognition is a doubling down on his previous tactics. Knock out Shouto Todoroki in an endurance battle and quell the heat because Shouto will no longer be able to create it.

Shouto, too, doubles down. He doubles down that he’s going to wound Tetsutetsu is a severe manner. To which the reply is that Tetsu is ready to die in this training because if he can, then it means he’ll be able to do it when it really matters too.

The response is annoyance. And we receive a panel showing us just how massive the wall of flames he created really is. It’s massive.

The last of the panels of the immediate fight we need to look at is this one. Yes, Tetsutetsu eggs on Shouto, but that too is simply part of a fight. Shouto is choosing to escalate just for this short moment, with a concentration of fire to a punch, the only fist he’s hes thrown this entire fight by the way to double down on him not normally doing hand to hand combat, to hit Tetsutetsu, who is already warping under the heat.

So I’ve dug into the fight, broke it down, mentioned my major gripe, but lets dig deeper into this.

Shouto could not beat Tetsutetsu with his normal tactics, and was on a trajectory to being knocked out and losing. You may have noticed I left out some key panels here, and especially if you’ve only seen the anime, some key scenes.

All while losing, Shouto focuses on the reason for his abuse, this power only he holds. Which comes right back around to the flashback he was thinking on before the fight started, and what leads him to using such massive and hot fire against Tetsutetsu and threatening him. It is a technique only he can use that surpasses anything he had done prior to.

And when Tetsutetsu fights back still, he’s pissed! He’s annoyed that this guy can think that he can still possibly win this battle, he just wants Tetsutetsu to shut up and get away or else he’s going to hurt him with far worse than just some burns. He’s cruel and angry, and he’s willing to do a lot of things he probably shouldn’t. And I’m honestly a little pressed to believe that he was doing this out of anger in the moment.

When he wakes up in Recovery Girl’s hes just kind of dazed and confused. But he’s not fuming, and that probably in part of the heat exhaustion and likely lack of oxygen.

We’re going to go on a tangent about the anime now! Yaaayyyy....

For those who have only seen the manga, or have made it this far, the anime fundamentally changes a lot of the emotional context for reading Shouto (and Tetsu!) in this scene. And I really don’t like these changes.

First we need to focus here. There are no clips I can find of this scene but this is 8:30 into episode 96, Battle 3 Conclusion. The anime completely removes the second half of this statement from Shouto.

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First, at the timestamp, there’s a heavier emphasis on Shouto getting physically punched. A focus on the impact and the reaction of him heaving over, and whether intentional or not drawing a heavier emphasis and direct imagery to the next scene which is of a child Shouto on the ground after being similarly hit. Even if the words spoken carry the same meaning as the manga’s the scenes tone and imagery does not.

There’s also this!

This does not exist in the manga, nor is there any real reason for Tetsutetsu to act in this manner.

If the above scene with Tetsutetsu was supposed to be in the manga, it would be where this red circle is. And sure, you can assume that it pulls on the previous panel with him saying he’s going to punch Shouto until he’s knocked out, but that’s a very different energy from the above.

Finally we need to focus here. There are no clips I can find of this scene but this is 8:30 into episode 96, Battle 3 Conclusion. The anime completely removes the second half of this statement from Shouto, being “Unless you wanna melt!”.

What the anime did with this scene with just a few changes ultimately changed a lot of the emotional context of this entire scene in a way that painted Tetsutetsu in far more of an antagonistic light than he really was. Between imagery that all but asks you to picture Shouto having a PTSD response (in the vein of a paralyzing panic attack), and adding a line which makes Tetsutetsu sounds far more sadistic or cruel than he is muddies some of the focus this scene had.

The manga didn’t have a focus on the abuse specifically nor did it make parallels to it the same way the anime did. It used the abuse but more specifically it was calling into recollection the reasons for the abuse, not necessarily the abuse directly (though it is all connected yes). And due to not having a line about Tetsutetsu telling Shouto to just get punched and take it (which is already terrible to say to anyone), Tetsutetsu was also completely more empathetic without it, because he still recognizes this as a classmate who he’s just gonna knock out and he’s gonna do it faster because they’re both BURNING.

So the scene happens, Tetsutetsu makes it out alive, we all know how this ends, you probably do since you’re still reading. Let’s talk aftermath.

I’m gonna sum up a lot of science and say, Tetsutetsu should not be alive. Working under the assumption his quirk is one that functions as a layer of steel over his body, his insides should have been so heated they literally explode. Like when you microwave food and it pops so loudly in your microwave it sounds like a gunshot. Imagine that, but your body. (Also there should be no oxygen due to that fire).

But I like Tetsutetsu, and I think everyone would like if Shouto didn’t commit a murder in the end, so we ignore that.

Next, we address Honenuki and Tetsutetsu dropping the tower on Iida and Shouto. No, Honenuki dropping part of the pipe on Shouto’s neck therefore knocking him out is not any more extreme than previous violence done by other characters (see Bakugou knocking out Shouto in the Sports Festival).

And no, dropping the tower is also not any more atypical than anything that Shouto himself has done in the past. It is not any more heinous than something we haven’t even batted an eye at. It is akin to Shouto dropping the zero pointer robots on the obstacle course in the Sports Festival, which he did not care if he had smashed anybody under (very clearly because Kirishima and Tetsu were under there).

We’re also going to talk about here, that Shouto faced no ramifications for threatening to either kill or seriously maim Tetsutetsu in this fight, which is not behavior he typically engages in without reprocussions. There is no reprimanding by Recovery Girl or any of the teachers regarding his actions that could be potentially dangerous.

Here, in Chapter 241, we see that none of the students have any particularly bad things to say. They all think it was cool, and that it’s worth showing off as one of his super moves. Shouto doesn’t face consequences.

In this vein there have been a lot of fights where consequences happened. Shouto and Izuku at the Sports Festival had to be stepped in on by Cementoss and Midnight because of the threat that one of them would be too badly injured, or Izuku and Bakugou fighting against All Might and All Might being reprimanded for how he fought Izuku and possibly snapping the kid’s spine (even if it was played up as a joke). But that just never happened here.

And with that, we’re going to talk about real people reactions now. People like you and me, and I don’t have evidence of these but I want to talk about it. I at least want to touch on it here.

The fandom reaction to Class 1-A’s misconduct and dangerous behavior is vastly different from the reactions to the dangerous behavior of the same caliber from 1-B. There’s also heavy favoritism towards 1-A with no exception.

Back in 2018, when these chapters were first released, I never once saw any person talking about, “Hey,,, that’s actually a little messed up that Shouto’s threatening to melt someone”, but I definitely saw people getting mad that Honenuki let a pipe drop onto him or even the tower. But not a thing about how it’s similar to Shouto dropping those robots.

There was also a string of people just joking and being outraged about Kinoko, nevermind that especially what Shouto was doing was on just as bad of a scale (I’m looking at all those broken Geneva Convention jokes, yeah you know it, Shouto breaks it too, hes a walking flamethrower).

In the end it’s just a funny story about weird superpower teens, but for how much this series community used to revel in adding some complexity, it always just felt a little weird and bland when it was just this hype for unlocking a super move, that’d possibly even come at the expense of another character’s life.

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I’ve been building this case since then and wanted to wait until the anime adaptation to really say something about it, little did I know how I’d have to discredit the anime to fast by doing the characters a disservice in my view.

Ultimately, I do like this scene. There’s a lot of interesting ideas here, especially about Shouto and his annoyance being driving factors (and something I want to write about in another post, talking about Shouto through some of his major plot points). I also think there’s a lot of things you can make here that I think are interesting, like in my “Lets Have a Talk, I’m Sorry” comic where it’s possible to say that Shouto was so blinded by this legacy that he threw away the safety of others.

I just think it’s a shame that the anime warped it in such a way that it only let’s you read a trauma ridden (oh no shouto is having a panic attack poor boy) version of it, and that no one really took the time to think about it like this back when it first released. In the end, I kind of just hope that I can offer a different look at a scene people love for so many reasons (and that I dreaded for a year), and some of my opinions on fandom perception of characters (which i do want to go more in-depth about later as well).

More of my BnHA meta’s can be found in this master list!

#bnha #mha #bnha meta #mha meta #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #shouto todoroki #kiyakis hot takes #edited on jun 25 2023 for better clarity since some wording wasnt exactly what i needed it to convey #edits will happen over and over

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