#i fully agree that all the side characters got way more fleshed out and that it's a really good thing

[shoplifting]

"Wallace Wells got to be a more fleshed out character bc we saw him being messy, emotionally stunted in relationships, and therefore more than just the voice of reason" TO YOU. I saw him labeled as Scott's Gay Roomate and saying all the smart things and knew immediately from real life experience that that's who he was though.

#/lh #bi rambles #spto #scott pilgrim #i fully agree that all the side characters got way more fleshed out and that it's a really good thing #but i can't help but laugh when i read that specific example bc i spent p much all of high school thinking that it was an obvious inference #and honestly. considering the movie and how o'malley made the show. i think it very well could have been an intended implication. maybe #wallace wells

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Thank you for offering your askbox. I've been thinking that Izzy being just a side character whose story wasn't main plot thread makes even better proof that not everything was well planned? If I was a writer and this would be easily the most discussed topic about the finale, I'd reflect on storytelling decisions I made. There's a good reason why Izzy's fate overshadows everything despite that he wasn't the point of the show.

(Post posted 10/31/23) Feel free to comment below if you agree or disagree, we're all here for discussions.

Thank you so much for this amazing question!! [If you're seeing this and want to discuss some aspect of S2, or my thoughts on OFMD overall, SEND ME AN ASK! I love doing this]

TLDR: Vague characterization from historical records means Jenkins is free to bend history without a lot of guilt. During early days of casting and during scene changes Jenkins got inspired by Con's audition tape. Con was told to play this shit as a Jesus/Judas relationship. An amazing performance in S1 keeps the character relevant in fandom spaces in the hiatus, and in Jenkin's mind for S2. The S1 season finale accidentally reveals a really interesting dynamic in Ed/Izzy's relationship. [Speculation from this point on] Jenkins feels like he needs to explore, with little plans to fully explore it. Fleshing out both Ed/Izzy abuse and love.

Jenkins realizes 'Oh shit, Izzy wasn't supposed to be this' midway through S2. But he still follows his original plan in killing him off, because he's not needed for the story in his outline, leading to him accidentally killing off a character as they're growing and healing. Leading to what some consider a move SO off-brand for the show, they are leaving the fandom.

[*Tin Foil Hat On*] I expect the original cut of S2 to include more scenes of the crew. I bet for every other Izzy scene, we got a crew scene. So when 'extra' not plot-relevant scenes had to get cut, they kept the Izzy scenes due to Izzy's stable arc, the fact that he'd die at the end either way and Con's amazing performance.

EXPLINATION AND DEPTH BELOW! It's a long one. A lot of this post will be speculation, interviews from Jenkins, and highly dependent on if you were in fandom between seasons 1 and 2. If you need me to hunt for sources, I can do that for you.

I'll separate everything into a chronological timeline as much as possible.

Before we touch on why Jenkins wrote Izzy to stick out in the story, we need to assume how he outlined this entire show.

Pre Con O'Neill:

I am of the personal belief that Jenkins likely wrote out an imagined arc for Ed and Stede. Including a lot of cool set pieces, fights, etc. for the three seasons he wanted vaguely based on the real lives of Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach(watch a YouTube vid documenting their history, it's a wild ride) turning it into something explicitly romantic. This is easy enough to do, as most of what we know about them was written YEARS after their deaths.

Next was filling in the cast. This is where we get our crew, mostly characters Jenkins made up, as very little is known of the men either sailed with.

Izzy Hands being a pirate under the age of 18 whose notable actions with Blackbeard include- Captaining his own vessel, running a ship aground, being Blackbeard's first mate, and getting shot by Blackbeard maybe on accident.

[THEORY] So. If you're any writer you see that and think 'cool a side character we know almost nothing about'. You slot him in as being Edward's one thing keeping him to the pirate lifestyle. Not necessarily romantic, but a serious Boss/underling relationship. This is a bit of how Izzy was written in S1 UNTIL-

Con O'Neill is cast as Izzy.

In interview, Jenkins has admitted that Con's audition tapes influenced how he wrote Izzy. As a writer, this shouldn't necessarily be ringing red flags. But he has gone on record as admitting to changing the script before shooting to suit Con. IN SEASON 1. My guess is Izzy at the end of episode 10 was meant to be more of a side character. Another Frenchie, or Wee John, who serves their purpose and then gets pushed to the side by the plot.

But at some point, Jenkins wrote how important the dynamic was between Ed and Izzy. Describing Izzy/Ed to Con before filming S1 of a 'Jesus and Judas' relationship like in Jesus Christ Superstar.

If you tell a (then closeted) queer actor who has been playing queer roles since the 1990s that his leather daddy character was having a Jesus&Judas JSC dynamic in a TV show that respects and celebrates queerness? 🤩 MY GOD.

[Speculation] That's how we get an Izzy Hands who is watching the man in front of him slip away, trying to dig his heels in. Hell, if I were Jenkins, I'd be adding a few more lines for Izzy to be pissed just to see Con have fun in the role. Let him be mad. Let him be in the background of scenes just glaring. Let us see a man slowly lose something he's built up his whole life.

[As mentioned from Comic Con- From Con O'Neill] This was important for me to bring up as Jenkins could have said 'henchman' but he didn't. Hell, when Taika and Con did hair and makeup they'd listen to the JCS cast album. It was a choice on both their parts.

[ovservation from here on out] Con plays it up, and a lot of queer fans saw this and grabbed hold of a man so desperate to keep the man he loved close that he sacrifices almost everything for it (Izzy also signs the Act of Grace to get Ed out of there).

Izzy, in a show full of openly queer people, is still on the fringe of society. SO MANY queers saw this and said 'OMG me'. ME INCLUDED. With a super supportive actor who genuinely is respectful of the fandom? Of art, and fic and meta? The Izzy 'Canyon' became so loyal because Con is a Queer Elder we didn't know we all needed in our lives!

Jenkins accidentally wrote into what could be an amazing story of a queer character living in a homophobic society where he learns to open himself up. All without ever writing a 'coming out' scene for Izzy. Jenkins knows this. Hell, since S1 Izzy fans have been telling him how cool that type of arc would be.

Now here comes the issue of where to take a side character, when you have loose plans for them.

S1 IS TIGHTLY WRITTEN ONTO ITSELF... S2?

Something we might forget now is HOW tightly written Izzy's falling out with Ed is tied into Stede and Ed falling in love. Beat per beat, Izzy is shoved away as Stede takes his place. That's really fucking smart. So smart, it was planned in the writer's room. The fact that some took it as romantic, that Ed could ever really love him back? Well...this is where Jenkins had a decision to make.

So he dips his toe. Let's make Ed even more violent than at the end of S1ep10. Let's include the bit where Blackbeard shoots Izzy Hands. Let's have Izzy confess his love for Ed and have it not be enough for Ed to change his mind. Let's show Izzy rising like a phoenix reborn after a failed suicide attempt where Izzy chooses to mutiny on Ed to protect the crew. Let's see Izzy growing. Because Jenkins loves Con's performance. Everyone in the cast enjoys him as a person. Let's give Izzy one last hurrah.

Jenkins knows this character meant a lot to Con. It's obvious in the way Jenkins recently confessed he told Con about Izzy's death midway through shooting. Sadly we likely will never be told when Con was told. But imagining Con filming the AMAZING character change of S2eps 1-2, then AFTER being told Izzy would die anyway? Oh. I wouldn't be alright. Not after all his fans had spent the last year telling him how much seeing a character like Izzy 'being accepted because they are worthy of love'.

This is the 1 thing that fucks me up. Not telling Con until midway through shooting, Versus his belief that writing Izzy's death was a fitting way to end his story. BOTH CAN'T BE TRUE. Right? If Jenkins felt the need to take con aside and go grab a meal to announce Izzy was dying but then market the ending as a 'Good Idea'. Then...What? If Con felt it fit the character, then he would have likely guessed Izzy would die. But that wasn't the vibe in the fandom at the time. It feels like a decision Jenkins made this season.

Because yes, some general audiences predicted that Izzy would die. But when your core fanbase for a character don't expect it, you didn't plan the death correctly. Fuck, I thought Izzy was trying to RECOVER this whole season. Not that Izzy was hiding how hard he was struggling. That's not a good sign when I've ALWAYS called Izzy as some brand of suicidal/depressed.

[Quote from Jenkins Entertainment Article: Oct 26 2023] 'What's the best journey we can give him(Izzy)? And what's the most interesting thing we can do with Con, who can do just about anything?'

That is not the quote of an author who has planned everything out. That's a writer who knows points A and E and is fighting to find everything in between.

The Fly in My Ointment

There's a point most writers know when a character or story slips out from under you. You didn't mean for this to happen. Hell, I write Scene by Scene outlines. My stories change. When Izzy Hands' growth arc became the most interesting part of S2, Jenkins had a choice.

How far was he willing to bend his idea to keep a character that wasn't 'essential'? Not that fucking far apparently. Because for some reason, Jenkin's labeled Izzy in his mind as 'Blackbeard' and tied Ed and Izzy's fates together. Ignoring how this season Izzy died to separate his old life with Ed from his new life with this crew.

Your question poses it perfectly- If I was a writer and this would be easily the most discussed topic about the finale, I'd reflect on storytelling decisions I made. There's a good reason why Izzy's fate overshadows everything despite that he wasn't the point of the show.

That's a trick they teach you in some writing podcasts. That in the end, you are telling one story. You can have twenty side characters and a romance arc, but in the end, you are telling one story. Each side character is going to show what happens when you fail or succeed at the central thesis.

What do we have in S1? What does Frenchie sing to set up where our story STARTS-

"A pirate’s life, [it’s] short but nice,” -“we won’t live long,”  AND “to death we go, a certain death we go.”

Our characters expect a short simple life of what most pirates EXPECT. In my mind, this story has ALWAYS been about survival. From the extravagance of Stede's ship, and a crew ready to throw him overboard, to the barebones Shark eats Shark type of survival described in Ed's own fleet. OFMD is about living in a world that doesn't want you there. About surviving and thriving. About these two men from different worlds coming together and forging a life of kindness for them and for their family.

Saying fuck you, I'm here, I'm still alive, and I'm going to THRIVE. I deserve kindness, happiness, love, and a fully lived life. I deserve to spend my short time on this Earth happy.

IN S2? The ONLY character that matches this thesis is Izzy. After scenes of Izzy struggling. Of finding himself. Of crawling up from his own personal hell, Izzy dies. He dies from a random bullet wound in the same spots that didn't kill Stede or Ed in the previous season. Breaking the one established rule for wounds in this universe that the left side is the safe side so that Izzy can die.

Even if Izzy spent this entire season wanting to die, he tried to live. For a few days after a breakup of over 20+ years of casual intimacy. Of a bond where Izzy was the murderer, the brawn. The dangerous right hand. Where Izzy dying meant not just his death, but likely that of Ed. Given the man's constant depressive moods, crews that didn't like him, and reoccurring suicidal tendencies. Ed didn't need Izzy Hands anymore. Ed had Stede now. He was ready to finally leave Izzy for good. What will Izzy Hands do now?

He gave up. He tried to move on. He listened after being told he was too rough, too loud, too mean. He tried. He tried to survive this new way of life surrounded by people who supported him. But he was tired. After so many years of putting up a mask, tearing it down was too much work. So he wanted to die. In the end. Izzy died in the arms of Edward surrounded by his family.

Buried on a plot of land Jenkins has already told us Stede and Ed will leave when things get boring. Left behind like the corpse of a pet the family has forgotten. Buried without his ring and cravat, items Izzy is only seen without when he's naked. Without the prosthetic gifted to him by a family that cared about him.

Izzy wasn't mourned for more than five seconds, before Stede and Ed were making jokes on his fresh grave, and then the episode moves on to a wedding.

RIP Izzy Hands- a man who loved more than he was ever loved in return.

Was this the right message? FUCK No. But for those of us who believed that theme of queer survival and community- We saw framing Izzy's death like this as a fucking betrayl.

Izzy Hands isn't buried with his most prized possessions- they're left out to be stolen or rot in the front yard. With only one man crying over his death and a silent funeral. He leaves this world without more than a 'he was intense'. Which...isn't great coming from the man Izzy loved for most of his life.

The reason why we're mad about Izzy isn't that it's Izzy. It's that when we boarded this flight we were given a set of rules to follow. It's a comedy about men falling in love on a boat that sometimes gets serious. That's it. To watch a character start to grow only to die for NO PLOT SPECIFIC REASON. Is insulting. If your death has no tie to the narrative (sacrifice or it comes with a revelation) it's a death just set up for shock. Izzy and Ed could have had that deathbed confession talk at the start of episode 7.

A REASON WHY I'M MAD BEYOND THAT SPECIFICALLY. [Very Personal Gripe]

A SALUTE TO CON O'NEILL -AGAIN!

I had the privilege of hyper-fixating on this show from the entirety of S1 ending to S2 beginning. During this time I explored the catalog of Con O'Neill's work on Tumblr under the tag 'Conography'. I watched this man play queer roles since the 1990s. Genderqueer/somewhere on the Trans spectrum, Gay, Bi. This man loves to play a queer story, even if it's sad. If it's tragic. He will breathe new life into their lungs and express their moments of Joy. Of love. Of community.

After the filming of S2 at a con, Con he felt comfortable publicly coming out due to the love and support he felt from our fandom. Do you know JUST how crazy that is? That Con KNEW Izzy was dead, yet he loved our fandom so much he let himself be vulnerable, and come out as queer? It's fucking INSANE to me, and shows just how much this show means to him.

He's not just Queer. He's a Queer fucking elder whose been protective of this entire community since S1. This 57-year-old man has proudly stood up in the name of Trans rights this entire time. Treating everyone, but especially Trans Izzy fans with so much fucking respect. Trans Izzy is a common headcanon partially because of how comfortable people feel knowing they won't get harassed because they interpret Izzy a certain way. That trans people feel at home seeing themselves as a misunderstood character with a chip on their shoulder.

I'm pissed for every in universe thing listed above AND NOW THIS. Because our Queer Elders are dead. There is a generation of Queer people we can never get back. They died from a mix of society pressuring these people into the closet or an early grave. Of disease running wild in communities unchecked. Of media ruining the careers of anyone who dared to come out. To see Con O'Neill So Fucking Happy and having it cut short because Jenkins thought Izzy was better dead than being an actual background character makes me see fucking red.

No. Jenkins probably didn't know Con was Queer when writing S2. But I'm assuming he still saw how happy Con was at Izzy fans before S2 was written which still makes it feel shitty.

Sure. Give Izzy all the amazing speeches about family and belonging and rip that right from his hands as soon as Izzy realizes it's something he might want for himself. Let's have Con O'Neill say all the prominent lines that are a blatant metaphor for why the Queer community needs to stick together.

Izzy's arc isn't just overshadowing the conversation because it was mismanaged and feels unplanned, it also just feels cruel to the central arc of this series. Add that to an actor who was so vocal about loving this community, it feels pointed to give him a tragic ending.

Jenkins doesn't need to consider why people hated this finale. Because there are SO MANY Ed/Stede fans who just don't care. They put Izzy in the box with every other side character and decided to put their effort into the protagonists and point and laugh when we suffer. Jenkins won't rethink anything because he can just say the 'Izzy community was passionate and are sad their favorite died'. Ignoring how this season made Stede into a shittier, less sympathetic captain and gave Ed an interesting arc only to give up before the finish line.

#Now. I didn't bring up how viewing Izzy as being useless post disability ALSO pissed people off but there are posts everywhere about that #physical disability is not my place so I don't overstep #THE WAY IZZYS DEATH WOULD WORK SO MUCH BETTER IF HE STEPPED INFRONT OF A BULLET MEANT FOR STEDE #Or that post floating around of Ed getting shot for Izzy. Showing that yes. Ed cares. that they're both fucked but are working on it #If most of the fan base hates the *implications* for S3 thanks to this ending it wasn't the right move #GOD I DIDN'T EVEN TALK ABOUT THE DAD/MENTOR THING. Ah well #it's taken me 3 hours to type this up. I'll add later if it needs be lol #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #ofmd s2 finale #ofmd critical #ofmd meta #omfd analysis #israel hands

[blueberry-lemon]

Two-Dimensional Writing

I think there’s a place for characters, and stories, that are two-dimensional. In fact, I’m willing to die on the hill that sometimes it’s just more fun (and “better writing”) to aim for two-dimensional characters if it fits what you’re going for.

Before writing this, I was curious if there was an actual agreed-upon definition of a “two-dimensional character.” When used casually I feel like we all generally understand what we’re talking about, but I figured before I ran my mouth I should at least check if there was a textbook definition.

Most of the results I got on Google were Reddit and Quora threads of people debating the definition, along with a couple of other like-minded bloggers trying to explain it. So I guess the term isn’t exactly scientific.

So I guess I should try to define it. I guess I would say something like this:

One-dimensional character: Only exists in the world or story to serve a single purpose

Two-dimensional character: A character lacking realistic depth. Lacks complex thoughts, feelings, history, and may not behave like a “real person” would.

Three-dimensional character: A character whose thoughts, feelings, and history feel believable and “realistic”

I think most times that people refer to a story as having one-dimensional or two-dimensional characters, it’s meant as a dunk. But I don’t think it has to be a dunk!

Two-dimensions lets you play in the world of archetypes and expectations. When I think of two-dimensional writing, I think of games like Fire Emblem and Chrono Trigger, where you totally “get” a character’s vibe as soon as they join the party. I think of shows like K-On and One Piece, where you’re invited into the running gags by quickly understanding what a character would do in any scenario.

I don’t think playing in this space needs to be thought as synonymous with “bad” or “lazy” writing. If I’m being honest, I’m pretty sure it’s usually an intentional choice. It’s fun to play in a well-established genre, or toss around some well-worn character tropes, as long as you’re doing it well. Sometimes you’re dealing with a story or game that has a huge amount of characters, and it’s important to write them in such a way that people can recognize them, learn their personality and backstory, and remember them as soon as possible.

On the audience side, sometimes it’s fun and convenient to start something and immediately jump up like “oh, THAT’S gonna be my favorite character!” and then see if your prediction pans out. It can be fun to have a favorite type, or an archetype you like to see, and find out how a new writer puts their own personal twist on it. Or sometimes the depth and the fun of the story is how they take the toolbox of two-dimensional characters you know by heart and arrange them in different combinations with each other. Or place them in unexpected scenarios, where we can finally see how Character B, Character E, and Character H are all going to interact and get themselves out of a challenging situation.

And lastly…sometimes I think a work isn’t quite built for having three-dimensional characters. Either it doesn’t actually have the proper amount of time to explore a person’s full depth, or it clashes with the tone of what it’s doing. It can also, if you’re not careful, make your realistic-seeming characters all become a bit bland and unmemorable, because they don’t have any notable trait to latch onto. Maybe your intention was “this is gonna be a fully three-dimensional, believable person” but all you ended up with in execution was “this is a boring, relatable, average Joe.”

(Obviously, if you CAN pull off a realistically believable cast of characters and have the time to flesh them out…more power to you, I love that too.)

I think it’s also important to remember that the genre-archetype, two-dimensional style writing is not exclusive to any particular genre, mood, or emotion. Heart wrenching dramas can play in tropey two-dimensional spaces, just like comedies can. And maybe the secret sauce to your two-dimensional writing is how you set something up to have one tone and then hop to another tone for a moment of surprise.

So honestly, give me the two-dimensional archetypes. Give me the RPG characters who have like 2 notable traits and 3 emotional states. As long as you execute it well, add in a few surprises, don’t make real-life stereotypes, and have fun with it…I don’t think there’s anything wrong with playing in that space. It works for a reason!

#blog #blogofkylelab #writing

[rising-volteccers]

i'm not sure if you got it bc i sent it during class, but i would like to hear about the horizons swap au with leon!! full permission to gush btw :)

HI thank you for indulging me ahhsjdd. I didn't see a previous message so it probably got eaten.

SO the working idea is that Horizons and SwSh characters are swapped. Not all of them because SwSh cast is bigger and I have favorites.

I'll be honest in that I haven't fully fleshed out the SwSh cast side, so have only Leon for now.

Leon is the leader of the Blazing Brave Birds. Hailing from Postwick, at a young age he became more interested in traveling around to see what laid beyond his hometown than participating in the Gym Challenge. It wasn't hard to accidentally discover new places given his tendency to get hopelessly lost, and he often made the most out of his time there. To say that he pretty much (accidentally) explored almost the entirety of Galar wasn't a stretch. Eventually he set his sights on seeing the entire world, and through connections he's made over the years, he'd become the proud owner of a souped up blimp that would carry him through skies beyond his home region.

He's accompanied at least by Hop, Gloria, Marnie, Sonia, Raihan, Kabu, Milo and Nessa. The Explorers is led by Rose, where Bede comes after Gloria for the pendant she has.

Alright so for the Horizons cast:

Friede is the undefeatable Champion of Galar. He's been Champ since he was 15 years old and has been holding onto the position for nearly half his life now. His fans have split opinions on who his ace is: either Gigantamax Charizard or Pikachu. He's cheerful, friendly, super helpful but has the tendency to forget things. Like he'd arrive at a spot and forget why he was supposed to be there in the first place. He's got a Rotom Phone that sets constant reminders for important business or else he'd forget to attend.

Professor Lucca is the regional professor. She and Roy's grandfather helped Friede a lot during his teenage years before he became Champion so he agreed to help give starters to Liko and Roy when they reached the age to become Pokemon Trainers. Liko picked Sobble as her starter while Roy chose Scorbunny. Initially Friede didn't consider endorsing them for the Gym challenge but changed his mind once he saw their potential. These kids were rough around the edges but he can tell that with time and polish, they could shine.

Liko and Roy are neighbors in Postwick! Initially Liko didn't really thought about participating in the Gym Challenge but Roy went on and on about wanting to become Champion himself some day. After Liko received her starter, that sent her down on the path of discovering what kind of Trainer she actually wanted to be. Roy and Liko would end up becoming rivals that helped each other become stronger.

The Chairman of the Galar League is Gibeon, president of Macro Cosmos. He saw potential in Friede, choosing to endorse him. He's a rather mysterious guy. Gibeon himself doesn't make much public appearances. The times he did were in holographic form and even then, his true look remained a mystery to the general public. Still, thanks to his generous contribution to various aspects of Galar--such as making the Galar League famous by introducing Dynamax phenomenon into the Gym battles--he's got positive ratings with the people.

Most of Friede's interactions with Gibeon is through Spinel, his secretary. Deep down, Friede never got along with Spinel. The guy was polite and affable but at times, he felt like that wasn't his true self. Something about him rubbed Friede the wrong way but he kept those thoughts to himself. He worked with Spinel when needed, accepting whatever task given.

Currently, Gibeon is sponsoring Amethio for the Gym Challenge. Amethio highly respects Gibeon, that much was easily seen with the near reverent way he addresses the man during the few times Friede came across him. Friede could tell that Amethio doesn't particularly like him for one reason or another. Whenever they crossed paths, Amethio would say that he'd be the one to beat Friede and take the Champion position. Friede simply encourages him to do so, much to Amethio's annoyance. The Pokemon that Gibeon gifted Amethio is a Honedge that's now an Aegislash.

Orla is Friede's childhood friend. They started their respective Gym challenge around the same time (Orla getting endorsed by the current Motostoke Gym Leader). While Friede was the one who ultimately won and became Champion, Orla was always close behind him. Friede appreciated the challenge that she gave him, pushing him to always do his best for his greatest rival. Currently she's the Motostoke's Steel-type Gym Leader with her ace being her Metagross.

Ludlow is Friede's actual grandfather and the Dragon-type Gym Leader in Hammerlocke. He's part of the reason that inspired Friede to actually take on the Gym Challenge in the first place. He and Opal were some of the longest running Gym Leaders in the Major League. Despite their differing specialization, Ludlow and Opal are really good friends. They often share a cup of tea together and reminisce about the good old days, also discussing about the potential of future Galar Trainers. His ace is a Drampa.

Mollie is the Normal-type Gym Leader in Turffield. Being the first Gym Leader that budding Gym challengers take on, she's quick to show them that Normal-types are not to be underestimated. She looks a little cool and serious when battling but outside of it, she's kind and gentle, even offering to help heal the Pokemon of her challengers. Her ace is Blissey.

Murdock is the Rock-type Gym Leader in Spikemuth. Seeing as its the only leg in the Gym Challenge without a stadium or power spot, he works hard to improve the town's image even if he gains a reputation for being a rough, scary looking guy. He's a pillar in the community, someone who Spikemuth would rally behind. Whenever challengers actually get to beat him, he'd hold celebrations with them and the town where he'd cook something up for everyone to enjoy. Win or lose, it's always an occasion. His ace is Midday Form Lycanroc.

Dot is Murdock's niece that lives with her mom (Murdock's little sister). She's a single mother after Dot's dad left the family so Murdock stepped up to take care of Dot throughout the years. She became reclusive, not having many friends until she chanced upon making friends with Liko via their shared love for a streamer that they watch. Dot was encouraged to take the step of taking on the Gym Challenge too despite not being a battler. Dot wears a mask when out in public since she finds it easier to pretend that she's someone else when she wears it. Her starter is an Impidimp that Murdock gifted her (he also endorsed her for the Gym challenge).

#Pokemon #Pokemon Horizons #Pokemon Sword and Shield #Professor Friede #Champion Leon #Roleswap au #My posts #Only gonna tag the two most relevant characters because they're my loves

[saintnoname2]

Rewatching season 2 of The Bear and Claire's reaction to Carmy giving her a fake number? God, what a fucking slimeball. It's even creepier than I remember it being the first time. And I'm sure there will be other moments with Claire that'll be creepier to me the second time around, like the party. Were the writers intentionally setting up red flags like, "Hey, this could've turned abusive if it went on for too long" or were we really meant to side with her in the finale?

So much care has gone into every other character's arc (even characters who don't necessarily have "arcs" and only appear in an episode are still fully fleshed out) and so much care has gone into every other aspect of storytelling in this show that, like many others, I'm puzzled by Claire. Maybe it's supposed to be more, "Hey, this could've turned abusive if it went on for too long, but also Claire is still a person with feelings and those feelings were hurt and Carmy was stressed out being stuck in the walk-in and he could've handled the situation better and he could've broken up with her with more tact"?

They managed to give that kind of nuance to Donna. They made us empathize with her and feel bad for her while still showing she was abusive and it gave us an idea of where those abusive behaviors could've come from for her and gave us an idea of where some of Carmy's behaviors could've come from. And unfortunately, as someone who has already been abused by more than one person (let's not forget his former boss, too) and doesn't have much experience with romance and being able to recognize what healthy romantic relationships look like, Carmy is extremely vulnerable to being abused by a romantic partner.

This whole thing with Claire and how his relationship with his mom could've set him up to be in a toxic relationship could've had so much depth, but unfortunately, I don't think that's what they were actually going for. If it is what they were going for, they didn't quite stick the landing. Instead, I agree with the general consensus that Claire wasn't a character so much as a plot device to show that Carmy struggles with work-life balance. I feel like they could've gone, "Hey look, Carmy struggles with work-life balance" while also going, "Hey look, Carmy's been abused and doesn't have much experience with recognizing healthy relationships, and these are some red flags that the audience is supposed to notice that Carmy doesn't notice, and this romantic relationship could've turned abusive if it went on too long and Carmy was right to wait for the shoe to drop because it would've motherfucking dropped (just not in the way Carmy expedcted), but Carmy didn't handle the breakup well, and Claire's feelings were hurt, and Claire is a person with a history and she's probably got her own reasons for acting the way she does." I know for a fact the writers would've been able to handle that, and I think it would've told a much better story. But instead they decided to stop at, "Hey look, Carmy struggles with work-life balance" without delving into Claire at all.

#the bear #carmy berzatto #abuse tw #anti claire #anti claire bear #I wouldn't even say I'm anti claire just anti the way her story was told #but tagging just in case

[navree]

Hotds biggest mistake i think is breezing through so many years in the first season. The actual war doesnt in context last that long compared to the buildup. Firstly as you said we dont get to know a lot of the characters. Especially on team black. We get to know Rhaenyra and Daemon and then Rhaenys and corlys, who one can argue isnt really team black. Weve got Aegon, Heleana, Aemond, Alicent, Otto and Criston. They really should have put in the time to develop Jace and Luke as characters. And then theres the fact it put holes in the story and makes it inconsistent. Like Rhaenyra going from not wanting to have children to giving birth to her third.

Rhaenyra and Daemon are the only ones who get consistent characterization (can't even really say development because it's not like they grow or change during season one, but they have characters). Rhaenys and Corlys don't really get anything up until about episode five, then a bit in episode seven, then Rhaenys has some stuff in episodes eight and nine (tho not really except agreeing to Rhaenyra's marriage proposals for literally no reason), and then in episode ten they have personality transplants. And of course, Jace and Luke and Baela and Rhaena are set dressing, while Joffrey and Aegon the Younger and Viserys the Younger could be vanished from the Earth entirely and no one in the audience would even notice. Meanwhile, in contrast, we have a lot of information on all of the Greens, they're all not just fully fleshed out characters, but they're characters who change and grow over the course of the season and whose evolution we can chart using the actual text of the narrative in a way that's internally consistent (except for maybe Otto and Larys, tho Larys is just a victim of ableist writing full stop). And again, that's an issue, because it means I don't know why the Hell Rhaenys and Corlys are on Rhaenyra's side at all, and I felt nothing when the inciting incident for this entire awful conflict, Luke's death, happened, and I don't really care how most people in his life are going to feel about it beyond Rhaenyra.

Really, if the show was gonna start as early as it did, which I don't mind due to how they changed up Rhaenyra and Alicent's dynamic, the entire first season should have been a Milly and Emily season. We should have had time to see their friendship, see how Rhaenyra changed as she grew into her role and/or failed to measure up to aspects of it, see how Alicent grew into both queenship and motherhood, seen the relationships develop with people like Harwin and Criston and Larys and Laenor (and for personal reasons I would have liked to see a relationship develop and then devolve between Rhaenyra and Otto, but that's for another time), see how Rhaenyra might start thinking about wanting children beyond just duty, see how other characters react to the changes in these two's circumstances, and especially see more of the fallout of changes to Alicent and Rhaenyra's relationship in Alicent and Rhaenyra. And also see more of Daemon and Laena's courtship and marriage and relationship, for me personally. And then season 2 we get the adults and we get to spend more time with their adult versions, as well as with the second generation, which allows them to be fleshed out better too.

#personal #answered #anonymous #yeah i've been on the 'they crammed way too much into this season' train basically since the halfway point of season 1

[shadowynn]

I honestly get that the guys are not supposed to be good guys, and there are yandere themes going on... But I do feel for joong (and the rest) in the beginning of the chapter. It won't be fair for us to judge them in the same fabric as how we would humans, no? So... Yes, they might not be the best, and this is very toxic, but I do get where and why joong is coming from. And one has to take into consideration that they are trying to give mc space, so yeah, they do skirt the line but ig that's that. Wooyoung on the other hand... Yeah again, I get why he wants to access her memories, but that's something that definitely crosses that line so I'm actually glad the others were against it 🥰🥰

OoOoO, who's acting after so many years? Seems like they have history with ot8~ I agree with mc, they don't seem to be human oop— I get that mc is... Scarred and has had history that makes her not trust them... But I do kind of find it unfair that she's like "who's the real them?" I mean, not everything has to be black and white right? They can be both, the bloodthirsty daemons on the battlefield and the way they are in front of mc. It's not like they wanted the war anyways, it was the humans who did not agree to peace in the first place.

Oop— we're seeing HJ's mother soon aren't we? I'm kind of excited for the ✨spice✨ that she'll bring to the story hehehe (*cough*k-hotchillipeppers*cough) honestly though, I wish mc was kinder to herself T^T I FEEL BAD FOR HER ASDFGHJKL... Loved the chapter as usual, especially the little moment mc had with Jongho hehe~ 🥺🥺🥺🥺

(*peeps from behind the wall and waves before returning to the abyss of assignments* ~Sky)

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you have no idea how excited i am right now. literally made my entire weekend hearing from you!! i hope life has been easing up on you and your assignments haven't been treating you too badly. literally sending all my love and all the motivation i can summon your way!! you've got this!! <333

i am right there with you with feeling for the guys. whenever i first started this piece, i didn't have their backstory fully fleshed out yet, so while, hongjoong's father was always going to be a terrible person, his effect on the others wasn't something i had thought of until i was writing chapter eight. and now, man, i have such a soft spot for them, like legit, i couldn't complete that chapter without joong getting a hug at the end.

as for the attackers, well... they're actually characters i also didn't plan on in the beginning, but an idea that came later that i'm actually really excited about and something that i feel is going to be really fun writing. i love the main character i have planned and am excited to delve more into it all here later on. (i have such a hard time keeping things i'm excited for secret, so you have no idea literally how much i just want to gush/talk ideas with you and others. but i will stay strong, no matter how hard it can be at times)

i really like you're take on mc. one thing that i've been trying is to make sure mc also has their own faults because sometimes i'm really bad at making my characters too mary sue. as much as i want them to be perfect, i know they can't be and having faults in a character makes them them. mc may be a kind person at heart, but despite all she's done for the daemons, she still harbors prejudice against them because of her upbringing and the daemons in front of her are so different than everything she's had engrained into her her whole life, she struggles to make sense of it all. just as the humans have made her feel less than human, she also has a lesser view on the daemons, so seeing them as real, complicated people just like her is almost strange and she can't help but feel like it's all an act based on her upbringing and past. ( and yes, both sides tell a very different story as to how the war actually began and why it continued on (always blaming the other). both leaders on both sides (talking joong's father here) lied to their people about it. so, while the guys might now the true history of it, mc doesn't and it certainly plays into her feelings/thoughts about them.

and, you have no idea how excited i am for joong's mother. originally she was going to be dead and seoyun was going to be the one adding *spice* but then i had a better idea for seoyun and kind of gave her original personality to his mother and i think it'll be really fun to delve into it.

as always, thank you so much for your wonderful thoughts and feedback. i always love reading and discussing it all with you. once again, wishing you all the luck on your future endeavors! <33

#winnie speaks #mutuals

[drifloonz]

hmm.. do you have any favourite Pokémon/Poképasta characters? If so, what do you like about them? Or.. if you could make your own Poképasta character, what would their concept or design be? Or name in general, you don’t have to do a fully fleshed out backstory for them. Orrr, what’s your favourite thing about being on the internet or being in a fandom?

i... to no ones surprise, reaaally like steven. glitchys up there, but i think his og pokepasta sort of sucks ( which is not an unpopular opinion ), but strangled red ( specifically strangled red, strangled and doors open are... neat, but sort of badly written and way more stereotypical ) is just... mwah. chefs kiss. stories about grief and abt a depressive spiral that gets worse and worse AND you get to see how he was like before it? soo good. you can argue the missingno plotline in it was unnecessary which i could agree but i think its just cool more than anything else, esp since most pokepastas based on gen 1 use it or other glitches in the 1st gens for horror a lot, which i think is interesting. missingno can be many things!

i like to think logically that glitches and stuff in game prob exist in the pokemon universe as well, since... well.. pokemon can be turned into data. you put them into the pc. missingno likely just exists and is a heavily corrupted pokemon that is not supposed to be there, or a glitch that the pc or something made real.

therefore, miki probably was "healed" because missingno "filled" her "missing data" or something like that, but i like to keep it more vague and ambiguous too. you can do a lot with strangled red and steven, miki, and mike too which just intrigues me. once again read lessons in guilt and grief and faulty on ao3. they explore this and steven, mike, ( and daisy who doesnt get enough attention ) in a way i 100% agree with and enjoy .

as for other characters i obviously enjoy glitchy but i much more enjoy the like... post-fnflull version of him cuz' in his original popularity he was just sort of prettyboy red who was also a creepypasta but ppl barely drew him like he was one ( i like fnf lulls interp bc of how his body constantly stutters and how when hes irate his mouth just stretches and shit like that. gmod ragdoll with broken physics ass mf ). also as said before his pokepastas sort of forgettable but i do like the concept of a red stuck in a game self aware bc im allll for that shit. i am an IHNMBIMS fan, i love AM, i love self aware AIs that feel trapped and take it out on every1 else or cope with it in Some Way... very interesting concept, idk.

honorable mentions for pokepastas that ppl prob know that i do not talk abt a lot that i like the writing or concepts for are DISABLED and Hell Bell.

hell bell you could argue has a stereotypical 'pasta ending of "ooooh you die in the game you die for real" but idk i eat up the way they did it in hell bell bc the person doesnt die but they sort of do since nobody can see em anymore ( iirc, i hvent read it in a bit ). also uses gen 4 which as someone who started mainline games with diamond and pearl respectively, i enjoy that a lot.

for DISABLED, its not super deep or scary or anything ( ok well its scary for the narrator obviously ) but its another one that just sorta makes me feel bad in all the right ways.

i have concepts for pokepasta aus of my ocs and some side characters but they arent pokepastas theyre just like... ppl who live in the world ( of fnf lull usually since i like to think everything there is connected and coexists somehow ), but i am not original to save my life so i dont think id make an actual pokepasta anytime soon, lol. the closest i got was making a super horrible choose your own adventure where you played as a cubone on deviantart when i was like idk 9

as for internet and fandom stuff, i dont associate myself w fandoms or fandom terminology and unironically i just start to call myself an "enjoyer" of things, bc i dont like being associated w anything... fandom oriented a lot of the time anymore. a lot of fanonization of characters also sucks. i do think the pokepasta fandom has some funny fanonizations though. like yes dilfify that man ( @ steven )

also esp for pokepastas bc i have Hyperfixation Shame. its why i have a sideblog for it, both so it has a concentrated place to go and so no one knows i like it enough to write abt it lol

thank u 4 asking :]!

#wispy chatters

[novelbeetle]

Books I‘ve read in June 2022

I know it‘s late for a June reading roundup but I felt like doing it so here we are…

The shadows between us: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- It‘s a good book with two very morally gray main characters. It is a great enemies to lovers book.

- i needed a bit to fully appreciate the book but the further i got in the story the more i liked it.

- if you like enemies ti lovers check this book out. The twists were nice and i did not see them coming. I love that. I don‘t really like it when I can see the twists coming a mile away.

Nick and Charlie: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- it‘s a cute and short novella about Nick and Charlie from the Heartstopper series.

- i‘ve read it in one sitting. It deals with Nick going off to uni and how Charlie copes with it.

- it touches some nice topics and I did enjoy seeing another side of their relationship.

Collided: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- this is the second book of thw Dirty Air Series from Lauren Asher.

- Sophie and Liam have great chemistry but some parts i didn‘t enjoy it. Liam was way too entitled from time to time for my taste. And Sophie came across quite naive and i don‘t really vibe with that sometimes.

- maybe i shouldn‘t have started witht he second book but I just was done with waiting for the first one to arrive so i just dove into this one.

- it is a fun read. I‘ve never read a F1 romance before and i didn‘t know if i liked it but turns out fast cars and men with dirty mouths are enjoyable to read about.

Delilah Green doesn‘t care: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- so this was my first saphic romance book I have ever read and it was amazing.

- I‘ve bought this book on a whim because I haven‘t reached the cost free shipping yet and it was a fantastic decision.

- The book amazing from the start to the end. It does deal with a lot of anxiety on Delilah‘s side and with guilt on Claire‘s side.

- I loved how they started to work through their issues together and tried to resolve them.

- there are two more books coming out and I do plan on getting them. The book was easy to read and i devoured it in one night.

Kingdom of flesh and fire: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- the second book of the From blood and ash series.

- the first book was great but i did enjoy this one a tad more. I found out i enjoy the marriage of convenience trope. Poppy and Casteel agree to get married as protection for her. But you know both of them want this.

- the pay off in the end when both of them finally accept that they love each other is absolutely worth the hubdreds of pages you had to read to get there.

- the end left me baffeled. I had no clue what happened and it suprised me so much.

A crown of gilded bones: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- I loved the first two books and flew through them. But this one really tested my will to finish it. It only has 3 stars because of Poppy and Casteels chemistry and the beginning of the book.

- it starts were the second one ended and it goes right into an action pact start. I mean sooo much happens. But after they got Poppy back the whole story gets confusing and polluted.

- I bought the fourth book of this series but it just sits in my bookshelf. On one side i hate quitting a series and i want to know what is gonna happen but on the other side the third one really tested me and I don‘t know if I can go through another confusing and polluted book.

This Winter: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- another Heartstopper Novella. This one takes place during the first christmas after Charlies ED.

- we see the whole thing through Charlies and Toris eyes which i really enjoyed.

- it‘s shirt and kind of complex. I did enjoy the different povs and read it in one sitting.

The Princess Trap: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- I love a good royal romance.

- this one was a bit kinky just a little bit but i didn‘t expect it.

- it is a short book which deals with abuse and politics. I liked it because it was way more complex than just the pretend to be engaged and fall in love. They do have to deal with all their issues.

#romance spicy books #romcom books #fantasy books #romance books #books and reading #june reads #the shadows between us #collided #dirty air series #nick and charlie #delilah green doesn't care #the princess trap #kingdom of flesh and fire #a crown of gilded bones #the winter

[13eyond13]

I think Yotsuba Light was really boring without Kira Light.

I think if the death note didn't existed they would have still become enemies and Light would have kept notes at L to catch him for his unlawful tactics and would have probably tried to make him pay for his unlawful behaviour of catching criminals and tried to show the world how better he was than L because he abided by law to catch criminals and how he would have tried to throw L in the jail and probably later himself had to use unlawful tactics to catch L and then would have tried to justify this in the same way that he did with the dn that he was doing it to get rid of of the injustice and making the world a better place and probably would have himself become a hypocrite to catch L. Then in the end , they would have gotten married and ruled the world.

This Idea is really messy but I just can't imagine a world without L and Light being enemies or rivals , Lawlight is nothing without their cat and mouse games.

Yotsuba Light was really boring though but I think he himself would have got the evidence that he was the First Kira and after all he was already suspecting that in canon but I don't know if he would have surrendered himself , what are your thoughts regarding this ?

One more thing that I don't like is that even after getting a gun put to his head by his own father Light doesn't seem that traumatised by it at all during the Yotsuba arc , I would have liked it if they atleast explored this topic a little bit . How much of an impact would it have had on Light and Soichiro's relationship? The authors seem to forget at times how dark their story becomes. Light was traumatised and terrified when his father put a gun to his head and they never explored this topic and we never got to see the aftereffects of this terrifying scenario on him instead it seemed like he completely forgot about it .

I would love to know your thoughts regarding this.

•I agree that the story feels a lot slower at times when Light is no longer able to recall his Kira actions. I think it's an important part of the story for showing different sides of certain characters that makes them feel a lot more fully fleshed out than they maybe otherwise would have felt. But in a weird way it also makes me appreciate Light being Kira more, because (at the risk of sounding like Ryuk) that's definitely when he is at his most entertaining to watch

•I very much agree with you about how I think Light would probably come to view L if he had never picked up the notebook and grown up to replace Soichiro as the chief of the NPA! I love the idea that he would start acting really conniving and two-faced and eventually compromising his own values in the name of eliminating someone else who he hates because they are corrupt while also somehow excusing it to himself as being ok when HE is doing similar things, as well. I think he would probably have matured more and possibly viewed things a bit less idealistically and purely in black and white if he had the chance to grow up a bit more than he did before becoming Kira in canon. But in my opinion those personality traits of his are something found within him innately rather than something that the Death Note almost magically infected him with

•I think Light probably would have been a good enough sleuth alongside L to eventually help him catch himself, yes, though I haven't thought much about the technicalities that would likely involve lately. I wonder if he figured something out ahead of L if he would have had to choose between either turning himself in or preserving himself by trying to throw L off the trail again? Would definitely be interesting to see him have to make an agonizing choice like that of some kind, although it seems like as soon as he remembered that he definitely had been Kira he went right back to trying to win again

•Yotsuba Light was definitely a bit boring to follow at times because of how serious and stern he was, but I think since he genuinely believed he was innocent that it was a fairly appropriate way to behave at the time, given the very serious circumstances. Looking at it realistically he was in a very stressful situation at that point and just doing his best to try to prove his innocence and win his personal autonomy and his freedom back. The story doesn't focus much on anything like the characters' emotions or their in-depth reactions to traumatic events most times, and that stuff is often sort of glossed over by both the narrative and the characters involved in order to maintain the sardonic tone and plot-heavy breakneck pace. I think he definitely was terrified by Soichiro's fake execution, though. And sometimes I think the way he acts in the Yotsuba arc, where he is suddenly behaving almost like a carbon copy of Soichiro in all of his own morals and manners and the stances he is taking on matters, has a lot to do with him trying his best to appease his father and win back his approval and his trust.

#light yagami #soichiro #l lawliet #ask #akaya-absol #p

[snorvus]

I finished OneShot fully this time, I had another post about it but apparently I wasn’t done with the game so I dEletEd it

Also I finished it several weeks ago but I forgot to post about it

ONESHOT SPOILERS

So after I finished the main game I had thought that was it and made a post about my thoughts on the game and someone (I don’t remember their username :( ) had told me how to access the Solstice run cuz I had said that I didn’t like the ending, I didn’t think I’d like the Solstice run cuz I read slight spoilers and it sounded like most of the characters had died and I didn’t like that but it turns out it’s a bit different from that (kind of) and I ended up liking it a lot!

I really liked the concept of the game of the whole thing being in a computer (or in my case my Nintendo Switch lmao) and it’s just a simulation of a world that used to exist that someone made to try and keep the world alive, I think the idea and the story is really cool but I do feel like it’s a bit rushed, I felt like things could be fleshed out a bit more and the game felt short I get your supposed to be able to finish it in one shot hence the title but I think it could have been a lot longer, and I feel like there wasn’t much build up to the explanations either just

“Okay here’s what happened. Now go solve it”

I also felt like they would just dump a lot of information on you at once which I hate when anything does that, but overall I really did enjoy the story a lot and besides my nitpicks I really liked the writing and I really hope to see more stories from the creators

I really liked all of the characters and thought all of their designs where super good! They felt like real people and i enjoyed them a lot but I wish I got to spend more time with them :(

The whole “Get items to solve a puzzle and combine them” gameplay was really fun it reminded me of one giant escape room puzzle but in a good way, I did have some trouble with some of the puzzles but that’s more of my fault then the game. (Also funny side note I ended up having to look up some of the answers and found them on Steam Forums and one of the creators was just telling people what to do and honestly that’s really funny)

I absolutely adore Niko! They were written so well and I love them so much and I wanna draw them and I wanna cosplay as them and I miss them and how dare you make a character that I accidentally grew way to attached to (/J make more please)

I saw something saying that the creator of the game wanted some kind of prelude to the game that’s about the World Machine and the Author which I have no idea if it’s true or not but It would be really cool if it was, I would love to see more games from the creators

Overall I really loved the game and I think it’ll be a favorite of mine for awhile! The writing was awesome besides the few nitpicks I have and again I hope to see more games from them! I loved all of the characters and the gameplay and the art and music was sooo good! I think I would rate it a 8/10!

And of course these are all my personal opinions and not everyone is going to agree with it and as long as the creators are happy with the game then I think that matters more as it’s their creation and their choice :)

#OneShot #oneshot game #oneshot world machine edition

[brunhielda]

Having a weird moment where I have to contemplate the real possibility that Halloween could be canceled this year because of a mass shooting event in a town a few hours away.

Reasons being a) the shooter has not been caught, could flee in this direction, and being mentally unstable, start up again, and b) all local first responders are helping with the manhunt and other issues surrounding that event, so if something major of any sort goes wrong here we are screwed.

You know, the older I get, the more I catch myself having thoughts not unlike the mayor from Jaws and I gotta check it. Like “We don’t KNOW anything bad will happen, do we really want to traumatize kids by taking their holiday away?” And then it’s like- “My dude, if something DOES go wrong, that will be WAY more traumatizing than skipping a Halloween.”

Which leads me to think about how Halloween would be such a weirdly aesthetic target, like Halloween is supposed to be scary, but not that type of scary. It’s supposed to be the spooky unknowable horror scary, not knowable trauma scary, you know?

This leads me to the plot of a new horror flick:

It’s Halloween. Characters could be any age from 12-102, honestly, a mix of strangers and family members thrown together could be fun.

At first, you got some vaguely spooky stuff going on. Light enough for the characters to think it could be pranks- light enough to convince us it is pranks. Nevertheless, is creeping people out, making the more superstitious think something is up.

As the story goes on, people end up dead. Either unknown or unlikeable characters at first, moving towards people the audience enjoys. It slowly becomes clear that it is a real flesh and blood mad man on the loose.

Eventually, someone goes “but what about that creepy stuff earlier?”

“What about it? It’s Halloween and we creeped ourselves out. We got more important things to worry about.”

We, as audience invested in the story moving forward, agree, maybe even laugh at the genre joke.

Main characters manage to stay ahead of crazed killer, perhaps even injuring him a few times, but he keeps coming.

Eventually, what does him in is not the main characters, but, a la “Jurassic Park,” a bigger predator we were worried about earlier.

Out of the shadows comes the FEY.

“Do you know what Halloween is? It’s the one day a year I get to scare the shit out of mortals without anyone asking questions. It’s the day I pretend to be 12 for a couple hours and get showered in sweets. If I’m lucky, there’s more than one bar open all night, with hot mortal ladies in barely any costume, fully prepared for a freaky night of pleasure they get to pass off as a good story later. You RUINED my favorite night of the year. You could have picked any other night, but you picked THIS one. Well now you get to find out- you’re not the reason they fear the dark, I AM.”

Bonus points if it’s a dismissible side character from earlier we thought was dead.

I just think the blending of horror tropes and the play with the older traditions of the holiday would be fun and interesting.

Also, much like the T-Rex ending from Jurassic Park, there would be something so satisfying about watching something we are truly frightened of be torn to shreds by an old spooky nightmare.

It was a satisfying thought to me, anyway.

#halloween #scary stories #scary stuff #scary movies #realistic horror vs spooky supernatural #I am rooting for the spooky supernatural #and for this guy to be caught so I can dress up and pass out candy in a vaguely creepy manner #it’s one of my true joys in life

[argonapricot]

I think it's important to point out the hate Reva & other characters of color got vs the (mostly) love Shin has gotten, but calling out fandom racism doesn't need to turn into shitting on Shin. Of course I want her to be fleshed out more as a character, but acting like there isn't anything there just because she doesn't talk a lot? Like, sorry to people who don't bother to read between the lines & need everything spoon fed, but I'm built different. This is a VISUAL medium, after all. Also, this is Star Wars, the only quality you need to be a beloved character is to look cool, lol.

I agree! I think fandom racism in Star Wars is obviously a huge problem, and the way that a lot of the general public reacts to SW characters/actors of color is consistently racist and awful. It makes complete sense for people to be annoyed watching the double standard in action, and it's definitely worthwhile to point that out. It's true that if Shin were black or asian, she would be receiving a huge amount of racist backlash and hate, so many more people would be constantly complaining about her being a poorly written character, etc. I think it's valid for anyone to express frustration about that.

But at the same time, I think it's still always okay for people to enjoy the characters that they enjoy. I completely agree that Star Wars is a heavily visual medium - and an auditory medium as well! Good visual design and soundtrack can be enough to make a Star Wars character beloved, it always has been, and imo Baylan and Shin have some of of the best visual design that I've ever seen from a Star War. They are just extremely memorable and exciting from the moment you lay eyes on them, from the moment you see them in action at the start of the show. They are wearing knightly armor, that is so cool. It is unavoidably a really good idea to have a Norse-themed knight-coded dark side-wielding master-apprentice duo with matching robes and hair and lightsabers! They are both so cool to watch on screen, especially at the same time! It can't be helped!

Reading between the lines and speculating about a character is normal, fun and valid. That's what fandom is about! In the silm fandom, there are usually only a handful of canon attributes and actions that you know about any given character. Those limited actions and attributes are already enough to capture people's hearts and attention. But in addition to that, imagining different ways to fill in the gaps and weave together a fully-realized character who would fit those canon attributes/actions is a fun and interesting challenge! You end up with a lot of different interpretations of the same characters, each one as canon-compliant and plausible and compelling and fascinating as the next. I think that that's fun! I think that that's a really cool multimedia way for a character to exist in fandom, and also in my brain! I don't expect everyone to want to enjoy characters that way, but there's nothing wrong with it.

It's fine if not everyone likes Shin or has the patience to try to figure her out like a puzzle, but sometimes the way people criticize her is unnecessarily harsh and silly. We obviously don't know her full story yet! There is a lot very obviously going on with her and Baylan that the show just hasn't had the time/priority to reveal to us yet. Shows like Star Wars The Clone Wars and Star Wars Rebels took plenty of time to get around to fleshing out some of their side characters, so I think people are being way too hard on Shin.

#i didn't watch the kenobi show and was not around on tumblr at the time it was airing #so i was not even aware of reva before I saw people bringing her up in comparison to shin #looking into it it seems like they indeed have a lot of similarities and Reva seems wonderful and fascinating and compelling #it's awful to see how much hate both the actor and character have gotten from racist shitbags #not SURPRISING. bc it's soooo goddamn consistant #but awful still #anyway. i apologize for being so rambly about this #thank you for the ask anon!

[todoscript]

monopolize

SUMMARY: Having realized Bakugou and Midoriya’s infatuation with you, Shouto decides to make a firm point at showing that you’re his and his alone.

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader (feat. bakugou katsuki & midoriya izuku)

genre: smut. slight angst. pro hero au.

word count: 8.0k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. possessive!shouto. (!!!)coercion. exhibitionism. bondage (kinda). slight degradation. praising. squirting. humiliation (bakugou & midoriya receiving).

author’s note: so the idea for this fic came to me one day while i was studying chemistry and it kinda got out of hand the moment i started writing it...haha, oops... but anyway, shoutout to rosie ( @shoutogepi​ ) for listening to me ramble about this and encouraging me to write this shit, love you lots babe! <333 also a reminder to please look over the warnings before proceeding, thank you!!!

If your open jaw is not enough to emphasize your shock, then the bag that hits the floor after escaping your grasp does that job for you. It also alerts the three existing presences in the room of your arrival, to which all eyes maneuver to the door of your shared bedroom, witnessing your appalled state at what is lying in wake.

Lounging on the futon, Shouto breaks your awed silence. “Welcome home, love,” he greets, warmly as per usual whenever he arrives home from work before you do.

You’re utterly surprised by how indifferent he sounds despite the two additional faces in the room. After all, it’s not every day you’d ever expect the Pro Number One and Two heroes to be here in your very bedroom, bound by what you have to assume is your boyfriend’s ice.

Unsure how to go about your reply, you instead opt to slowly walk into the room, assessing the situation. Your wary gaze darts between the angry red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki and the strained green ones of Midoriya Izuku. “I... U-Um… Shouto? What is all of this? What are Midoriya and Bakugou doing here?” You finally manage to address the elephant in the room, yet Shouto does not tackle your questions with as much haste as you are hoping.

He gets up from the bed to meet you in the middle, gathering you in his arms before his lips find your temple—the kiss he presses soft and tender, but the fact that there are two other pairs of eyes glancing over at you from such a compromising position warms your cheeks buried in his chest.

You don’t catch how Bakugou practically wrenches at the sight while Midoriya turns away, abashed. There’s hurt discerned in their expressions that can only be akin to pure jealousy. But you don’t know that. Well, not yet anyway.

“Let me explain, love,” Shouto starts, his voice a meager space away from your ear that he tucks a hair behind, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but are you aware that these two both—”

“That’s it! I don’t have to stay here and listen to this crap!” Bakugou’s loud voice bursts out, cutting the rest of Shouto’s words short just before they fall to your ear. Watching as a fever of energy begins emitting from Bakugou’s palms trapped in the ice, the dual-haired hero quickly acts by erecting another glacier to impede the blonde’s abilities, effectively keeping him trapped there. Bakugou can only grit his teeth as he remains bound. Meanwhile, you gape at the lengths Shouto goes to prevent these two renowned heroes from leaving this space.

The chill that diffuses throughout the atmosphere of the room pairs fittingly with the frigid stare Shouto points at your guests. Ensuring the cold doesn’t affect you, he regulates your temperatures with his fire side while your body is still pressed against him before continuing. “As I was saying, these two men in front of you both harbor the same feelings for you as I do,” Shouto says. You slightly turn to meet his heterochromatic gaze with confusion written on your face, unsure what his words exactly imply.

Reading this, Shouto’s hand at your waist travels to your nape. “I’m sure you must have realized it by now, love... The way their touches linger on you for far longer than necessary whenever you meet them...” His calloused hand rubs at the back of your neck, the other traveling up your chest that yields a strained noise from your mouth.

“Or how they flirt with you whenever you visit my agency while they’re there, thinking I don’t notice. Telling you how good you look or how pretty you are.” His words meld into your skin as his lips meet below your jawline, the sensation of his nibbles manifesting your noises into frail moans that lights blushes in your spectators’ cheeks. All attempts at disregarding those cases as friendly compliments are hindered when your attention is captured by Shouto’s wandering hands and hypnotizing voice.

“Though I wholeheartedly agree with every statement, I think it’s only right of me—your boyfriend—to be a little concerned when they’re always giving you those looks.”

You bite your lip in hopes of suppressing the next noise that threatens to spill from your mouth before curiosity overtakes you. “What looks?” you pry yet not entirely ready for the answer. Shouto breaths in closely next to your ear, voice guttural and full of weight.

“Like they want to fuck you.”

His claims have your eyes blown out wide, timbre compelling goosebumps across your skin at something so vulgar departing his mouth. You try to muster out a comprehensible thought for the sake of the two heroes, but the words are drawn back in your throat. Shouto catches your guarded look.

“Now, don’t go saying they’re just being friendly with you, baby. I mean look at them. Are those the faces of two men who just want to be friends with you?”

The air has suddenly grown tense, the tension so taut it could be cut with a butter knife. Hesitantly, you shift to meet Bakugou and Midoriya’s eyes to gauge a response from them. To your surprise, all you can perceive are the sheer expressions of shame painted on their faces—red smearing their cheeks with humiliation as they can’t help but glance at anywhere else but you.

“Well?” Shouto chimes in after you’ve fully grasped the reality of the situation.

Peering into his icy heterochromatic eyes, you gulp. You know you have no right to be lying to his face, no matter how much you insist it isn’t so.

“N-No,” you admit.

A grin curves on his lips before he kisses your cheek.

“Mm, smart girl.”

Despite you waving your white flag, Shouto doesn’t stop his touches from wandering your body. He palms at sensitive areas that leave you burning. Those whimpers you’ve desperately tried to conceal unfetter from your lips when his hands inch upon skin hidden beneath your clothing. His touches are firm with a mixture of warmth and coolness that has you holding your breath. The sensations cloud your thoughts, making you forget where you are as the other presences in the room now in the back of your mind.

Midoriya and Bakugou can’t bring themselves to look anymore—can’t bear to gaze at such intimacy they can never hope to attain. Especially when your cute noises leave a twitch in their pants, a feeling they fail to cast off in shame.

“Todoroki... you made your point, now please let us out of this ice,” Midoriya says through his dry lips. Though the verdant-haired hero knows he could free himself on his own with his strength, if Shouto has anything to say about it, he’d just conjure another pillar of ice as quickly as a snap of a finger to replace the shattered ones. Considering that’s what he’s done to keep the two of them from leaving thus far.

“You can’t be fucking serious about leaving us here, Icy-Hot,” Bakugou adds with far more hostility in his tone as he shoots a glare at the red and white-haired man.

The reminder that the top two Pro Heroes are still present in the same room as you while Shouto trails his large hands at every expanse of bare flesh he can find delivers a jolt of embarrassment throughout your body. Embarrassment that somehow kindles a lick of heat in your abdomen.

“On the contrary, this is only part one of what I have in store for you two tonight,” Shouto says, lips playing on the fine line of a smirk. “In fact, I plan on ingraining in your very minds that my love belongs to me and only me by making you two watch her come undone on my cock.”

There’s disbelief throughout the room, trying to comprehend the lengths behind his words.

“W-Wait, are we really doing this in front of them?” you sputter.

“If you’re that uncomfortable about this love, then I’ll simply leave them in this room and fuck you in the next one so they can at least hear every little thing I’m doing to you,” he offers, tone descending multiple steps that rack shivers down your skin as he circles your body, standing chest to your back.

“But having an audience entices you, doesn’t it? After all, look at how wet you are.” He hooks an arm below your leg, lifting it slightly so his free hand can slip into your panties beneath your skirt, no longer blocked by your thighs clenching together. You find yourself winding an arm behind his neck to keep balance. Your eyes shut tight from both mortification and pleasure at how he strokes your slit in front of the two heroes. Sure enough, there’s an abundant amount of slick gathered at your center, the shameful squelching at your throbbing cunt not eluding anyone’s ears in the room.

“Mmm, already such a drenched fucking mess. It’s like the fact that all three of us lust for you makes you even wetter,” he whispers into your ear like a red-winged devil professing your sins to you—sins you should feel disgraceful for, yet you can’t help the exhilaration simmering in your chest. After all, having three powerful, attractive men vying for your attention is nothing short of every girl’s dream. To deny the effects this has on your body would only add dishonesty to your list of sins. Shouto takes your silence as confirmation.

Parting from your panties, he reveals his fingers coated in your shiny essence to everyone in the room. Bakugou and Midoriya water at the sight, groans stifled under their breaths as the many nights of dreaming about how sweet you taste come back to hit them all at once. The saccharine dripping between your thighs is so close, and yet so far as Shouto remains firm on his word about keeping them bound throughout his show of dominance.

Though driven in such compromising circumstances, the two Pro Heroes can’t find it within themselves to tear their eyes away from you. Perhaps in actuality, a deep, dark longing inside them secretly confesses to wanting to watch you unravel amidst the throes of pleasure, even if your undoing is due to someone that isn’t them.

“What a naughty slut you are, admitting you get off at the thought of more than one man wanting to ravage this body of yours.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, heightening your mortification and the ever-growing wetness at your center.

“However, I’m all you need, isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m the only man that can reduce you to this soaked, quivering mess from just my voice alone, and the only one whose cock makes your body shake with pleasure that leaves you sore for days.”

“Yes, Sh-Shouto…” you airily whimper in reply.

Shouto’s index finger presses against your trembling bottom lip, slightly smearing your slick on its plushness before he cups your face to stare directly at Bakugou and Midoriya.

“Go on then. Tell the Number One and Number Two Pro Heroes who you belong to,” he commands lowly in your ear. Before you can speak, heat ignites in your cheeks. You glance down and take note of the prominent bulges within the two’s tight clothing, their cocks positively aching to break free from the confines. The fact that the two seem to be getting off on the sight of you manhandled by Shouto is something to acknowledge.

“I… I belong to you…” Your voice wanes.

“Who? Be more specific, baby.”

“I belong to the Number Three hero, Todoroki Shouto,” you say, more clearly this time. The response is sufficient enough to satisfy the man behind you, who turns your head so your lips can connect in a passion of teeth and tongue dancing together that leaves your lungs gasping for air, detaching with ragged breaths. While you’re recovering, Shouto tugs you closer by your chin, pressing your foreheads against each other, where you gander into the depths of his gray and turquoise eyes swimming with lust.

“That’s right, and no one else is going to fuck you like I am tonight.” He sneaks a side-glance at his fellow heroes. “They can only watch as I drive my cock into your pussy over and over again, wishing they were me.”

Midoriya remains silent, letting his troubled expression speak for him, blush persisting on his face. Bakugou, on the other hand, decides to spit a few words out.

“Fuck. You.”

Make that only two words. Still, the venom dripping off each one gets his point across, in that he’s absolutely livid. But sadly for him, it has no effect on the calm and collected Todoroki Shouto.

Taking you by the hand, he leads you to the futon, sprawled out flat for your small audience to behold the entirety of your fucking tonight. Shouto kisses the back of your hand before leaving you to continue standing. He settles himself on the sheets with his arms propped behind him to view up at you as you obediently wait for his orders.

“Well, love, you know what to do. Take off some clothes for me,” he says gruffly. You oblige, slowly peeling off layers. Your skirt piles into a heap on the floor at undoing the zipper holding it in place, quickly followed by the blouse tossed over your head which leaves the remaining clothing on your body your mismatched lingerie. The dainty, silk intimates are the only thing separating you from being fully exposed to everyone.

Even given a sparing view of you from behind, Midoriya and Bakugou readily eat you up. If they somehow haven’t been undressing you with their eyes before this, then they certainly are now. Bakugou zeroes in on your pert ass, emphasized by your panties, and itches to grasp its softness in his own palms, desiring to squeeze, rub, and spank till his heart’s content.

Contrarily, Midoriya has his sights set on the clasp of your bra. What he wouldn’t give to unfasten it from your body and have the article of clothing slip off your skin, putting your beautiful breasts on display, nipples likely stiff and begging for the attention of his fingers and mouth.

It’s unfortunate for them that no such fantasies will come true tonight. After all, you don’t belong to them. You belong to Shouto.

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, you rub your thighs together to create some friction between your lower lips, trying to subside the throb growing in your belly. But you can only endure for so long when Shouto is staring at you with such scalding intensity. You’re struggling to hold onto the remnants of your dignity before it’s stripped away from you at the next command.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous, but,” Shouto hums, admiring the view for a second longer before cutting to the chase, “I want it all off.”

Not wasting any time, your thumbs hook under the waistband of the silk, quickly casting the panties to join the pile below your feet. The way your web-like slick connects your folds to the material before breaking off as your panties reach the ground does not go unnoticed. Your bra, of course, is the next to be discarded—unhooked and tossed, unveiling your tits to the chilly air.

Defenses torn down, you stand bare and exposed to all eyes in the room. You don’t miss the glint flitting in the mismatch of Shouto’s eyes, staring at you like he’s uncovered a beautiful pearl beneath the ocean. Though this is far from your first time engaging in your sexual desires with him, you always fall prey to that carnal look of his, which seemed even more lecherous tonight. He runs a finger on his lips pulled into a seductive smile, eyes piqued at your naked form.

Prickles of arousal travel down your spine. You can’t discern whether it’s the very thought of your vulnerability or the fiery looks you swear are piercing into you at every angle that has you tingling with anticipation.

Either way, such spark coursing through your veins drives you into Shouto’s waiting arms as he beckons you to him. He welcomes you onto his lap, allowing your thighs purchase next to his own while his large hands grope at your soft skin. It isn’t long until your lips meet again, Shouto coaxing—no—prying them open with his tongue as it finds yours, brushing the underside and chasing with zeal. His roughness has you at a loss for words, quite literally as all you can respond with are the airy moans leaking out between each fervent lip-lock. When Shouto grabs at one of your mounds, index finger circling your perky nipple, you let out a surprised squeak.

Your two bystanders’ dicks stutter in response at the noises, having absolutely nothing to do but watch and listen in envy. Every time they hear such a sweet succession of sounds from you, they fidget in their positions, attempting to pathetically generate some pressure against their clothes to alleviate the pain in their cocks.

Shouto does not miss the way they struggle within his periphery, smirking at their pitiful attempts to find any form of relief. At this, a sly thought flickers in his head.

With his hands on your hips, he guides your body further against his own. You find your knees supporting you up while your upper body leans over Shouto, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. The position he’s led you in doesn’t grant you many options, besides obliging to be pliant in his hands.

Peeking over your shoulder, you flush with heat when you realize your ass is perked in the direction toward Midoriya and Bakugou. The troubling thoughts of whether you should feel flustered or flattered by their mesmerized state at how spread you are, hovering above Shouto’s lap, is ripped away when the Pro Hero begins cascading his hands across your skin. His palms waver back and forth within the boundaries of your ass and thighs, every now and then squeezing your warm flesh during his crossings between the two.

“Mmm, Sho…” you whine, the palpable neediness in your voice begging for him to touch your throbbing center already. Bakugou and Midoriya wish for the same, tormented by how slow he decides to take his caressing. If it were up to them, they’d already be tongue deep in your pussy already, perhaps even bottoming their cocks inside your walls, considering how soaked you must be. But no, Shouto wants this night to last. And he’s going to set the pace however he sees fit.

One of Shouto’s hands creeps beneath your leg to maneuver them further apart before his palms find their place at the underside of your poised ass. A short sigh floats amid your parted lips at how he spreads your cheeks, exposing your cunt freely to the two. You hear a groan, followed by an obscene “fuck…” that has you wondering what the view must be like from their perspective to render them so awestruck.

And man, if only you could see your pretty little cunt—wet, glistening, and fluttering on nothing, pleading for stimulation. Stimulation that Shouto grants sparingly as his middle and ring finger suddenly prod your slit, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth while you toss your head backward.

Your slippery pussy coats his fingers in an opalescent sheen. He hums at the debauched image of your body yearning his touch. “Such a slutty, needy pussy… So messy, even though I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet.” Shouto takes the sullied fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue at your delectable taste abiding his digits. It’s obscene how he makes a show of drinking up the honey from your thighs to taunt Midoriya and Bakugou, groaning between licks like it’s the one thing keeping him sustained. Well, then again, Shouto could probably survive on your essence for days if he tried, considering his favorite places to be is between your thighs anyway.

Head tilting in the direction behind you, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the two licking their lips while the other swallowed a large, heavy gulp. Before you can question it further, Shouto’s words resume ringing in your ear.

“It’s all for me right, love?” he asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

Your body quivers as he dives down to continue prodding your cunt before you can even respond properly. “Y-Yes, it’s just for you, Sho— Ah..!” You try your best to muster the words out. But his fingers give you no moment to spare. A jolt of pleasure spikes through your body as he reaches your clit, leaving your voice hanging in the air.

“Unnf... f-fuck...”

Shouto is relentless this time, attending to your bundled nerves at an excruciating rhythm that has you swaying your hips into his hands. Then all coherent thoughts are whisked away when you feel two fingers penetrating your sloppy pussy, thrusting into places you could never reach on your own, and prepping your walls for what’s to come.

“Baby, you take my fingers so well, you’re practically sucking them in,” he praises, reveling in the way you writhe in pleasure at him playing with your cunt. Whining, your legs move further apart involuntarily, allowing him deeper access.

You shake amid his ministrations, teeth pulling at your bottom lip at every sultry sensation rushing through your body. Wrinkling the fabric of his white shirt, your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails sinking deeper into clothed skin when you feel that familiar ache boiling in your abdomen.

“Your thighs are trembling just trying to hold you up. Going to cum soon, love?” Shouto asks. He chuckles at how vigorously you nod your head next to him, knowing your voice would fail you by the moans threatening to unravel precariously from your lips.

“Good, I want you to fucking scream. Show them how well you can cum from my fingers alone, yeah?” he murmurs beside your ear, not giving you much warning than that before suddenly increasing his movements on your cunt.

“Ah, Sho..! Sho!”

There’s nothing for you to do other than to chant his name over and over again like a mantra. You squeeze your fingers into his skin to make sure you don’t end up dissolving in his hands from the fire flaring inside you, threatening to melt you entirely.

And he loves every bit of the needy noises you make. Knowing it’s his name that echoes in the room around them, resounding in the very minds of his rivals who witness firsthand the way you scream out amidst the throes of pleasure—the scene better than any imagination of theirs they’ve conjured in their delusional fantasies—feeds Shouto’s ego deliciously.

The strained gasp you choke out when his lips make contact on your jawline has him smiling against you, the kisses he plants there blooming loving blemishes on your skin. You struggle to keep yourself together from all the sensations storming you at once. There’s something euphoric yet… foreign coursing through your body that you can’t discern, and you’re half-worried of what’s to happen when you reach your imminent release.

“Sh-Sho, wait..! Oh god, I’m gonna—!” you warn, but that only compels Shouto to speed up his pace in a last push for you to cum. From his bruising bites to his fingers methodically working you with skilled ease, it isn’t long until your escalating high peaks into intangible relief.

And god, the throb feels almost uncomfortable but so blissful at the same time.

The pressure builds up to an intense climax that has your walls clamping around his fingers, and your thighs shaking beside him while you yell out Shouto’s name. Holding you through every step of the way, his fingers steady inside you as you convulse around them. The ones at your clit continue rubbing your sensitive, swollen bud throughout your release to widen the intensity.

As your whole body trembles at the haze-induced orgasm, you lean against the hero for support.

“Ohhh baby...” His purrs rumble deep within his chest, an extra lick of delight in his tone. Your eyes are shut while you stumble down from your rapturous high, whimpering when Sho removes his fingers from your pulsating pussy.

“D-Did she just..?!” Midoriya questions incredulously, to your surprise.

“Fuck! I can’t believe she fucking squirted!” Bakugou follows.

At that, your eyes shoot open. You muster the energy to lift your body off Shouto’s lap and reveal to yourself the evident damp spot left on his pants from what you very much have to assume is a result of you gushing your release on him.

Trepidation creeps underneath your skin, swallowing you in mortification.

You really did that.

Squirted in front of the top three Pro Heroes in the country, making a mess on Sho’s pants with your flowing, translucent cum. The very reminder of it spouts your head with your overthinking.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to— I-I mean... I didn’t think I was ever a squirter. It’s just—”

“Love.”

A single word is enough to dispel your ramblings. You look up at Shouto like a deer caught in headlights, expression harrowed by apprehension. At that, he holds your shoulders, pulling you forward so he can press a reassuring kiss against your forehead. The tender gesture numbs the uneasy static racking through you, moving away to glimpse at the endearment hidden within the smoldering fog swirling in Shouto’s eyes.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures through hushed words he embeds unto your skin, hands warmly running down your sides. “Besides, you squirting on my fingers was so so sexy.” His seductive allure returns almost as quickly as it disappeared amidst his soothing tone. His touches and the extra flair in his voice makes you hot all over again despite just cumming.

“I must have made you feel incredibly good, getting you to cum so hard like that. Even giving those two over there a show. Just look at them...” Shouto whispers closely, nudging you in the direction of your onlookers whose reddening faces visibly recoil when your eyes cross. It’s as if they’ve gandered into the abyss—anxious at what’s to come yet can’t seem to look away. You flutter between their expressions, gauging their blushes and furrowed brows, before lowering your gaze at the prominent stain on the crotch of their pants, pre-cum seeping at the surface due to the arousal built watching you ruined on Shouto’s very fingers.

A part of you wonders how pent up they must be. Your curiosity dances upon lewd thoughts about how stiff their cocks are and how their lengths would look freed from the constricting clothing. Veiny, hard, and painfully red all because of you. All because of what Shouto is doing to you.

It evokes you with a newfound surge of confidence, finding solace in your sea of uncertainty. And coupled with Shouto’s loving demeanor, you don’t seem to remember what you were ever so self-conscious about to begin with.

“Look at how depraved these sad men are.” Shouto clicks his tongue, a voice in his head confirming of what he already long knew. Deep down, he at least assures himself that his former classmates are aware of their place. In which they’re only allowed to look—not touch—and if they so much as plunge into forbidden territory, he’d rise above the waters to bite their heads off. He recognizes this from just a simple inspection of their faces.

Deterring after hearing Shouto’s words, Midoriya’s eyes cast downward to the floor, brows softened with hurt. His expression is burdened upon not only stigma but guilt, lusting after a woman that isn’t even his while allowing the absurd thought he could steal you away from the fire-and-ice hero to ever cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the blonde mulls over in defeat more so than shame. Although never one to yield from a fight, Bakugou had long realized this battle was over before it even began. You were deftly out of his reach. All he can settle for now is the afterimage of your undoing played back in his head, the recording surrounded by a thick cloud of envy.

Shouto reads their compliance clearly—a wordless surrender witnessing your aftermath of pleasure. As a result, a grin surfaces his lips. Unfortunately for them, the sly devil latent inside him is far satiated. Perhaps it’s time to move onto the next course.

His fingers brush along the underside of your chin, leading your half-lidded eyes to him.

“Baby,” he says, and the way he calls to you in that low baritone makes you receptive to his every word, “why don’t you go over there and help our guests get their cocks out of their pants, hm?” You nod slowly, half-wondering if he read your mind during your indecent contemplation. Shouto kisses the corner of your lip before you stand from the futon and saunter toward the two pillars of ice resting in the room.

Your steps are slow and languid, the consistent sway of your hips hypnotizing to both sides. Reaching the two, you lower to your knees, bending forward and offering Shouto a view of your exposed cunt that still drips of your essence. He bites his lip, palming his bulge through his pants until he begins freeing himself of the unnecessary clothing that would have been discarded by now if he wasn’t so absorbed in your climax.

In the meantime, you kneel in front of the top two Pro Heroes, mooning over who to approach first until your red and white-haired boyfriend answers for you.

“Midoriya first. And then Bakugou.”

You can practically feel the fire lighting inside Bakugou at the command, knowing Icy-Hot gives the order in favor of Midoriya just to get under his skin. You do well to ignore his malice by crawling over to the green-haired hero, hovering above his bound form, and meeting his emerald eyes that are wide and fixated on your every move.

The proximity between you two has the air trapped in his lungs. He holds his breath out of fear that if he lets go, you’d vanish into a mirage. But his throat hitches the very moment your fingers trace up the fabric of his pants, disembarking across his thighs and toward his painful erection that twinges at your touch. It’s fortunate enough for him that you don’t disappear and that the sultry look you give him as you drag the zipper of his pants down isn’t a figment of his imagination. You catch a glimpse of his briefs, along with the head of his dick peeking above the waistband, still strained by a single layer of fabric.

Midoriya swears he can cum right then and there when you lightly palm his hardness—the first relieving sensation he’s felt all night before it’s surmounted by you tugging down the waistband. Cock released from its confines, it jumps forward out of excitement before slapping back against his navel. Midoriya hisses at being open to the air, his feverish skin stinging surrounded by the coldness throughout the room.

As you predicted, the Number One’s cock stands stout and protruding red at being neglected for so long. It begs to be touched.

“P-Please…” The whisper is almost inaudible, but you discern the desperation in his tone.

Midoriya’s pleading expression staring down at you nearly sways you to grant pity on him, but you know you’re given no position to do that. So sadly, you move on. The hero laments you leaving so soon, a whine quietly squeaking from him, left with nothing but his length stiff on his abs as you make your way to Kacchan.

Unlike the former, the blonde actually makes an effort to free himself one last time, a struggle you pick up on when you near him. He’s gritting his teeth together, heat slowly radiating off his body stoked by his anger. Yet that somehow all dissipates at a simple glance of your face. There’s a glassiness in your eyes that renders him silent.

His narrowed stare wanders toward your plush lips, looking so damn soft and kissable. If only he could muster the willpower to break free and move forward to capture them in his own, seal them tight so he wouldn’t have to hear Icy-Hot’s name spilling out of them anymore. But your steady gaze on him freezes him into the ice, halting his motions as if you were medusa. He hears nothing but his racing heart palpitating in his chest as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hm, Bakugou’s been a bit of a brat tonight, wouldn’t you say, love? How about you tease him a bit?” Shouto suggests mischievously.

Turning in his direction, you see him sitting on the bedding, naked and stroking his cock listlessly as he waits for you. The sight encourages you back to Bakugou’s erection to finish the task you started, thighs shuffling against each other at a glimpse of your prize between the Number Three hero’s legs.

As if you couldn’t get anymore seductive, you adjust yourself right between the blonde’s spread form, carelessly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you bend forward, back arching. Bakugou has no idea what he’s in for, fearing for the worst knowing you plan to tease him. He starts muttering a question that never reaches your ear, the words splintering off when he deftly realizes you’re pulling his pant’s zipper between your fucking teeth. Making sure never to break eye contact with him, you drag the metal down at an excruciating pace, each tooth of the zipper undone so slowly it’s practically torture to him.

“Shit... Y/n…” he groans wantonly as you reach the end of your destination. After being contained all this time, it seems his cock wants to come out with a vengeance. You gasp when it suddenly springs past his briefs, nearly making contact against your cheek.

Bakugou sputters an filthy amount of curses, finding the image of you wincing in shock and glancing up at his thick cock towering next to your face with the tip oozing of his pre-cum to be utterly pornographic. Well if this is truly reminiscent of a porn scene, you’d be wrapping your hands around the base of his cock by now, fisting it before delightfully enveloping the tip in your hot mouth. But the call of your name behind you cracks that fantasy into pieces.

To his dismay, your attention swerves from the embossed vein lining Bakugou’s dick to Shouto’s muscular body, idle on the futon, where he gestures a finger at you. You return to your usual place atop his lap, except this time there’s no longer any barrier of fabric to prevent you two from feeling each other’s heat.

Shouto grazes his hands on your back, humming into your neck. “Well, baby, you saw how hard their cocks were. How does it feel to have the top three pros all craving you at once?”

You pause amidst your reply, the little kisses he brushes on your jugular serving to distract you for a moment. You have to ask yourself if your boyfriend is throwing a trick question at you. Giving it some thought, you decide to tackle it honestly.

“It feels... pretty good,” you murmur, a tad squeamish while he maps the expanse of your neck with his lips. It’s an answer he anticipates according to the next question he follows up.

“But of all the cocks in this room, whose do you want the most?”

“Yours, Sho.” Compared to before, your answer is given promptly. Shouto grins at how eager you are for him. “Only yours.” You affirm one last time, effectively hammering a nail into Midoriya and Bakugou’s chests. Shouto’s hands traverse your waist, then to your thighs, giving your flesh a solid squeeze.

“That’s right, you’re my fucking cock slut and no one else’s.” You almost choke when he lurches forward to grind his erection against your wet core, emphasizing your innate effect on him. Whimpering at the slippery friction of his hardness on your swollen clit, you find yourself moving in tandem with his motions.

“My my, still that needy even after you already squirted all over my fingers? Your pussy is just so so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes... F-Fuck, Sho, please let me put your cock inside me. I want to cum on your cock so much!” you plead, voice rising at every insufficient jerk of your hips. It isn’t enough to just rub your sensitive little pearl against it. You need the thing inside you since yesterday, and you’re more than willing to throw your last fragment of modesty out the window to get it.

Luckily for you, your neediness seems to work in your favor as Shouto has no objections at granting you your pleasure.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you I’d be driving my cock in and out of you in front of them, didn’t I?” He runs his fingers on the edge of your cheek, admiring the cute desperation readable over your features—eyes glazed, skin hot, and cunt positively dripping. “Of course, I intend to keep that promise. But first…” He lays you two into his favored position, maneuvering your body until you’re straddling his thighs. He peers up at you while nestled back on the sheets.

“I suppose since I forced them here, the least we can do is continue giving them something to remember. It is going to be the first and last night they’ll see you like this anyway,” he reasons. The two mentioned pique hearing the statement. You yourself grow considerably hotter, realizing he’s angled you in a way that grants your audience another enticing view of your body above him.

“Well, princess, why don’t you start riding your stallion then?” Shouto incites his request as more of a command than anything else, and you begin earnestly catering to him by lifting your hips. You align his length toward your entrance. His calloused hands spread on your thighs at the anticipation of watching the head of his cock enter your wet heat.

“Ooooh yeah, keep going baby, take it all in,” he encourages through purrs reverberating in his throat. With each inch you swallow between your folds, his expression knits into pure bliss, brows narrowed at how well your tight pussy hugs his cock. He looks up and catches you slowly unraveling before his eyes. You strain to keep yourself together, eyes shut in pleasure at the delicious burn swelling in your stomach.

There’s a stifled noise parting your mouth that hangs open as you gradually envelop him to the shaft. Shouto’s thick cock slowly bottoms inside your walls and makes you feel so complete. While he lets you adjust to his sizable girth, his palms grope your skin, soothing the tense burn churning inside you.

“Mmph…” you whine, hands trying to find some leverage, laying flat on his abs. You give yourself a second, followed by another until the short pain you feel morphs into a delectable buzz.

“I… I’m going to move now, Sho,” you tell him before flitting up and down his long length, progressing tentatively. His heterochromatic eyes are dark and murky, watching his cock glisten in more of your sheen while you glide it into your pussy at a steady tempo. You make sure to take everything offered to you to the fullest, from the tip to base where his balls brush the underside of your ass. Shouto is more than endowed and you don’t ever plan on taking any part of his gift for granted.

“Mm, even after I prepped you, you’re still so tight for me,” Shouto groans, your cunt rippling waves in his body. Despite being consumed in your ministrations, you have to note how sinful he looks below you, sweat shining on his skin and tufts of red and white hair sticking to his forehead. It’s hard to believe a man as handsome as him could be so possessive with you, going through such lengths to prove to his rivals that you only belong to him. But man, do you find it to be hot. The notion once again has your cunt clenching considerably.

“It’s because—ah—you’re so th-thick,” you tell him, and in turn, he gives you a devilish smirk that adds fuel to the fire lighting in your abdomen. Before you can conjure another thought, he suddenly thrusts his hips up to meet yours, reaching a particular spongy spot that causes you to cry out.

“Why don’t we increase the pace then? Ride me faster, love. I want you to cum hard on my cock in front of them.”

Oh boy, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You swiftly nod, gathering some ardor in your thighs that helps you bounce more fervently on top of him. What was once subtle claps chiming in the room escalates into a concert of skins slapping against each other. Gripping your hips, Shouto meets every heavy drop with a firm thrust upward, continuing to reach the same place that induces heaven across your entire body.

Your moans are uncontained now, flittering out at how good Shouto’s cock is making you feel. The sounds are beyond intoxicating to him, like a midnight song he could get drunk on and gladly switch to repeat.

Every slam into your spread pussy steals your words away while reducing him to hissing between his teeth, your folds enshrouding him with unimaginable euphoria that has his onlookers glaring in envy.

The sight is one that Midoriya and Bakugou will surely replay throughout their wistful days after tonight. Your breasts swaying in time with your sloppy movements is a marvel to gawk at as the two implant your glazed body bouncing atop Shouto into their memories, their deluded imaginations going to work at inserting themselves into the fray.

Your hips plunging in sync at each surge of Sho’s cock has stars twinkling across your bleary vision, eyes rolling in the back of your skull. His cock penetrates you in ways no one else could, brimming your body with sublime rapture that you relay honestly in your wails.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Shouto mutters his praises. He effortlessly keeps up his drilling and angles himself perfectly so the tip reaches your erogenous zone throughout. His hands are digging so deep into your skin, you have no doubt your hips will be daubed purple by the end of the night.

Sweat thoroughly coating his body, his aggressive rutting into your velvet walls has his cock twitching inside you. He recognizes you’re nearing your climax as well when you slowly grip him like a vise. “Gonna milk me, love? Squeeze all the cum out of me and into that slutty pussy of yours?” He asks the question through grunts he spits between his teeth, the sounds coming out on the cusp of feral growls. He’s amused by how your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you try to form any kind of response. The rampant motions make it hard for you to grasp any sense of reality other than the sensations that collide your nerves.

“Y-yes, yes! I’m so close, Sho— Please—!” The moment you have a hand on your wheel of cognition, you start begging like it’s second nature, uncaring of the other two in the room as tears dot the edges of your lashes for relief. And how is Shouto to deny you when you’re playing such a lewd act?

“Need it so bad, n-need to cum— Ah—!”

In the very next second, your body dives to where your back forcibly lands snug on the futon, choking your words to a startling puff. Shouto shadows over you, leering down like he’s sizing his prey one last time before going in for the kill.

“Hm, since you’re begging so nicely for me, I’ll gladly help you reach your bliss, baby,” he says, tongue running along his bottom lip before he resumes driving into your pussy.

He hooks his hands beneath your knees to spread you apart further, giving his cock no repercussions on pistoning forward at unbridled speeds. Your fingers delve into the sheets, gripping the cloth like it’s your lifeline. You feel your lower body slightly lifting off the bedding due to Shouto wanting you two impossibly closer, cock thundering against you.

What you’ve yet to realize—trapped within your tornado of ecstasy—is your spectators freeing themselves from the ice, glaciers reduced to pieces at their powers. The whole exhibition had been too much for them to handle, quite literally snapping their restraints. Their clothes are gone within a flash, articles of them thrown half-hazardly on the floor. It leaves nothing to stop them from finally granting some form of bliss on their neglected cocks, fisting their lengths in conjunction with your symphony of moans.

That aside, they don’t matter to you at this moment. All you have eyes for is the man above you, whose heterochromatic gaze returns your shared adoration with equal fervor, if not more so.

“Well, love, you wanna cum, right? Then you know what to do,” Shouto grunts, lowering his torso so he can close a bit of the distance between your faces, “Tell me, who’s making you feel this fucking good right now?”

Brain a scrambled mess, you’re thankful the answer you scrounge for is a simple one.

“You, Shouto! Unnf, it’s your cock that’s making me feel good!” you exclaim, your back bowing off the bed when you perceive the coil tight in your abdomen nearly about to break. Your wanton reply has him sending his satisfaction back tenfold into you through the expert rocking of his hips.

“Yesyesyes, oh fuck— Y/n, cum all over my cock! Let go, baby!”

You scream the moment the order is given, Shouto slamming into your g-spot the impetus you need to come undone in violent spasms. Firecrackers spark beneath your skin at the ecstasy hitting your every nerve. Seeing you reach the apex of your high—eyes lidded and limbs trembling as you throw your entire body into the sheets—encourages Shouto toward his release, pumping himself in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck! Y/n!” he pants raggedly before snapping his hips in place, dick twitching inside you. A gasp rips your throat as you feel his thick ribbons of white cum fill you to the brim. Shouto remains inside you for a good minute longer, hovering over your sluggish, sweaty body to seize your lips in his while you two slowly descend from heaven. You move sweetly and slowly against him, savoring the moment in the presence of his tender loving.

Meanwhile, Midoriya and Bakugou have already blown their loads all over themselves, creamy spurts painting their skin. They lean back to find their groundings, unable to even speak after what was surely an excruciating event for them both.

You’re still unsure how to go about confronting the aftermath of it all, deciding to only imbed your eyes onto Shouto due to the embarrassment that starts simmering in your mind now that you’ve come down from your highs. Your fingers rise to swipe a few stray strains of damp red-and-white hair off your boyfriend’s forehead, murmuring something kept between the two of you.

“Going through all of this just because you were jealous? You sure are insatiable, Sho.”

He chuckles at the jest behind your words, giving the other Pro Heroes a once over before he comes back to you with a satisfied grin plastered on his face, making you question whether his devilish tendencies have truly left him after tonight.

“What can I say? I guess I just want to monopolize you, baby.”

#bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha smut #todoroki smut #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha imagine #bnha fic #todoroki fic #todoroki imagine #tw coercion

[jenomark]

➔Pairing: Ten x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: penetration, little bit of a breeding kink ➔Word count: 1,903

➔Summary: Ten never wanted a baby until he saw you hold one. Now, he not only wants to have a baby with you, but he wants to have fun making one, too.

~Anon Requested~

if you don’t mind - i have a request for ten. i feel like i don’t see a lot of things like this for ten and maybe i’m just not looking properly 😭 but maybe something like ten x y/n having been in a long term relationship and y/n wants a baby, she’s been asking for one for ages and ten just doesn’t want one until one day he sees y/n with her friend’s baby and he loses it. like he immediately goes “now. lets do it now.” i just see lots of dirty talking on ten’s part too 😭 like he has a sudden change of heart. i hope that’s not too much 🥺

Ten opened his front door and immediately tripped over a baby toy. He looked down at the colorful plastic, a confused expression on his face. A little chubby hand reached out to grab the toy, and Ten's eyes followed the toddler all the way across the room. He kept looking back at Ten, as if he were challenging him to a chase.

"Hello." Ten said, waving when he saw you and your best friend watching him from the couch. "It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise," your friend said. She got up and picked up her toddler, who was getting into a stack of expensive books on top of the coffee table, opening the covers and attempting to rip out the pages. Ten winced, his face unable to hide his disdain.

It's not that Ten didn't like children. It's not that he was scared of them either. He just didn't know how to act around them, so he steered clear of their sticky hands and faces. He didn't know fully if he wanted kids with you, even though he knew that you did. It was never his first thought, or his second.

The toddler started kicking his legs, hitting his mothers stomach with each little kick, wanting to get down from the prison of his mother's arms. A phone rang, muffled by the sound of a purse. Ten wondered if he should step in and help, but everything was moving so fast. Your friend handed the toddler to you and answered the call, going into the bathroom for privacy and shutting the door behind her. There was a moment where you and Ten stared at each other, you willing the motherly instincts to kick in, and him scared for you.

"What do I do?" you asked. "He's upset."

The toddler was heading towards a full-on meltdown. Ten froze, not really knowing what to say. You looked helpless holding the baby, your hands not really knowing what to do. Slowly, you began rocking him in your arms, something you had seen your friend do multiple times. There was something about the movement that calmed all three of you down. The toddler stopped whining and looked up at you with wide, teary eyes.

"Keep doing that." Ten said. "You're doing great, baby."

You were mesmerized by the kid. You kept touching his little fingers and his cheeks. Feeling a little braver, you rocked him harder and fixed him in a better position. You began to feel confident in the way you handled him, the gentleness with which you patted his back. You pouted your lips when he put his little head on your shoulder and rubbed his eyes.

"So cute." you whispered. "Look, he likes me."

Ten came closer to watch you soothe the toddler. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He let his hand caress the back of the toddler, the soft blue shirt wrinkling beneath his fingertips. He felt like he was in a trance, swaying back and forth where he stood. Suddenly, he was overcome with so many emotions he had never felt before.

"Do you want to hold him?" you asked.

Ten shook his head no, the fear coming back. "I like watching you hold him. You would make such a good mother."

Ten imagined what his kids with you would look like. Would they have your hair and skin tone? Would they be tall? He hoped they would have your patience and beauty, maybe some of his humor and intelligence. He could imagine it so clearly, that if he reached out, he could touch it right in front of him.

"I want to have a baby with you." he said, even surprising himself.

"What did you just say?" you asked, heaving the toddler closer to you as he fell asleep.

Ten kissed you, maneuvering around the sleeping toddler as best as he could. "I want a baby with you. Now. Right now."

When your friend left, Ten was all over you. The door barely soft-clicked before he backed you against it, pinning your arms above your head and kissing your neck. If he hadn't made it harder for you to touch him, you were sure you'd be just as needy.

"You smell so good." he said, hungrily nipping at your skin. "And you taste good, too."

His lips and hands were all over you. By the time he was done, you looked like you had been roughed up a little. You were breathless, your brain trying to catch up to the way your body felt. And it felt everything.

Ten wanted a baby. You were not expecting the days turn of events. You hadn't been bothering him about it for years or anything, but it was always in the back of your mind. You yearned to make babies with him, to have his beautiful babies peppering the earth. Now that he was agreeing, you had to make sure he wasn't just saying it on a whim to make you happy.

"Are you sure?" you asked, cupping his face. "That this is what you want? With me?"

"Baby, I've never been so sure of anything in my life." he said. Then, he got really close to your face so that his hot breath blew against your cheeks. "Let me fill you up."

"Oh." you said, feeling a burn in the pit of your stomach.

Ten picked you up and carried you to the couch. The way he looked at you made you come alive. You could feel the heat on your skin wherever his eyes traveled. You began taking off your own clothes impatiently, watching him closely when he removed his own shirt. You touched his arm, your fingers sweeping over his tattoo. He had never been sexier than in that moment, his body ready to be with yours in every way possible.

"You are beautiful." he said.

Naked on the couch, you opened your legs and wrapped them around his waist. There was something about the lack of protection that turned you on. You were excited by the anticipation of feeling him inside of you as he was, each slick inch driving you towards an orgasm that would blow your mind. Ten was always addicting, but without the restraint, you didn't know how you could control yourself.

On his knees, on the couch, he crawled over to you. Ten grabbed your waist and pulled your body upwards, letting his fingers linger on the soft flesh of your stomach. He leaned over you to kiss you on your lips before moving his mouth down to your breasts. You reached between his legs to stroke his cock, as his mouth closed around your hard nipple. Ten paused, closed his eyes and let his forehead drop against your chest.

"Keep doing that and there won't be any more of me left to give." he said.

You laughed over his embarrassment. Usually, Ten could hold out for a long time, but there was something about the thought of making a baby that made him sensitive to your touch. You touched his nipples, his chest, his throat. You wanted to feel and see the sweat glisten on your fingertips.

"God, I'm so turned on." you said, running your nails up and down his back.

Ten lifted his head off of you and looked down at you. There was a moment of silence where he understood how much he loved you, and that anything that was a part of you would always be loved by him. He touched your stomach briefly, imagining a baby resting inside. He slipped his cock inside of you without saying anything, fucking you slow enough to make you greedy.

"I want more." you said, reaching out. "More."

He kept going slow, reeling back on his legs, and entering you over and over. You lifted your legs into the air and he placed them on each of his shoulders, bending over to get into a better position. He looked into your eyes as he fucked you, picking up the pace as he watched you lick your lips. He kissed the side of your calf before driving himself in deeper.

"I want it." you said. "Give it to me."

"You want it harder?" he asked, beads of sweat starting to pool in his collarbone.

"Yes." you said, reaching your arms above your head to grab onto the end of the couch.

From underneath your body, the couch cushions were starting to get messed up, but neither of you cared. Ten fucked you harder, not noticing how with each thrust, the couch moved a few centimeters. You were in the throes of passion, with nothing able to bring you both out but each other.

Ten let out a laugh and said through gritted teeth, "I think this might be the fasted record I've ever...."

You touched your own breasts, knowing that the visual would send him over the edge.

"Come on, baby." you said. "I want it."

Ten came inside of you, his body freezing up before the release. He pulled himself out of you a little bit so that he could see his cum spilling out. He pushed himself back inside, watched the streaks of white collect on his shaft. When he felt he was finished, he collapsed on top of your body and stayed warm inside of you, praying that it was a good start to making a baby.

Some time in the middle of the night, Ten woke up to your soft kisses on his cheek. He blinked lazily in the darkness, his hands reaching out to touch your hair. It felt like a dream. You held his hands as you climbed on top of his body, your naked skin touching his. It was a beautiful dream.

Ten's mouth was quiet, but his whole body was loud. His cock was hard, just from feeling the pulsing flesh above him. His muscles were tense, his lips moist. He was fully awake now, and not too far from begging you for it. You lifted your body up, took hold of his length, and pushed him inside your wet warmth.

"Fu-cccck." Ten said.

You rode him like you hadn't just had him earlier in the day, like he hadn't filled you up with every last drop hours ago. You wanted more of him, so you let him deep inside of you by your own control, not letting him take your hips to rock you back and forth. You pressed your hands against his chest and let yourself go. Tilting your head upwards, your hair cascading down your back. You let out a moan, and a soft whisper of his name.

"Baby." was all Ten said before you put your finger to his mouth and stuffed one inside. He sucked on it, his tongue tickling your skin.

You kept at it, fucking him and riding him in the darkness. It wasn't long before you came first, your whole body shaking against his. You slowed a little bit until you got a good look at his face, his beauty outlined by the moonlight. Clenching your thighs, you rode him a little harder, ready to make him cum for the second time that day.

Ten moaned, his face scrunching up with pleasure. He whimpered before he came, releasing himself inside of you, the sweet taste of your fingers and your love still in his mouth.

#ten #ten smut #ten fanfiction #nct #nct smut #nct fanfiction #nct ten #nct ten smut #wayv #wayv smut #wayv fanfiction #ten nct

[monst]

I'm thirsting. Shinsou slipping birth control pills in y/n's food so when he uses his quirk to fuck her without her knowing, so he can have the pleasure of cumming inside her. Hnn, and he can take pictures of his cum spilling out of her for himself.

On the nose 

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

All characters 18+

Warnings: Do I even have to write sexy time? But yeah sexy time actions, Somno, Noncon, Does this count as drugging??? Quirkplay, In summary he’s gonna fill you like a cream donut… :’) 

Shinsou read the label for the millionth time that day, the words seemed to glare back at him berating him for what he was about to do. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, this wasn’t his first time using his quirk on you when you slept. He had stretched you out more times than he cared to keep track of. However, it would be his first time experiencing the heat of your walls directly. 

The thought of going in raw had him on edge, he couldn’t wait but he also didn’t want to mess up. Taking out the popper dosage he decided that the best way to get you to ingest the pills would be by grinding them into your drink. He hoped it would work. If not then well... ironically he had a plan b… He prepared your drink, a fragrant hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. 

He grinned deviously at the creamy consistency, well aware of the subtle hint. He made sure to stir it well before heading into the living room. There you sat, your gorgeous frame covered in a cute nightgown he’d gifted you. The modestly long dress was covered in hundreds of tiny cats and you looked adorable in it. Your eyes were glued to a book he had lent you. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. 

“Hey, I got you a cup.” He broke you out of your reading, holding the mug up to you. 

“Ugh Hitoshi, You're an angel~” You gushed, grabbing the ceramic from him thankfully. Shinsou feigned a meek smile, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. 

“Am not.” He protested weakly. 

You took a mouthwatering sip and moaned, missing the glint in the asymthest man’s eyes at the sound. “Are too.” You hummed. “Need I remind you of why I’m here?” You smiled gratefully. 

“Anyone would have done the same kitten.” He shrugged, the cushion next to you slumping underneath his weight. Your face warmed at the nickname, your fingers tapping on the mug to control your fidgeting. ‘He’s just being friendly (Name).’ you told yourself. Shinsou had been an incredible friend to you and you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with your attraction towards him. In effort to cool the heat in your cheeks you changed the conversation. 

“So about the book?” You began, taking another sip of the hot beverage. 

“Hm?” His plum eyes were focused on the flecks of white at the corner of your lips. Yet another thing you didn’t notice. 

“Right so I’m up to the part where Van Helsing hypnotized Mina to get to the Count. And I was thinking about how crazy that must be.” You paused. “I mean first the Count was visiting her at night drinking from her while she slept. And now her mind is basically being taken over, I feel kinda bad for her...It’s freaky.”

Shinsou held in a laugh, bringing his cup to his lips in an effort to conceal his smile. He was riding high on a power trip, knowing that you weren’t privy to his quirk. He agreed with you, watching as your throat bobbed; the last of the chocolaty liquid sliding down. He stayed with you on the couch chatting about nothing in particular. Until.

“When do you think I’ll be able to move back into my apartment?” You asked. 

“Hard to say, We still haven’t caught the guy who snuck into your home.” He frowned, worry filled his eyes, brows drooping as his hand reached out to gasp yours. “Don’t worry we’ll find him, but until then the guest room is all yours.” 

“Thanks Hitoshi.” You wrapped your arms around his strong frame. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had ran into that stalker.” Shinsou nodded patting your head gently, his nose buried into your neck. You smelled absolutely intoxicating… 

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It was late, and you had gone off to bed hours ago. Your slumbering form didn’t register the creak of the door being pushed open. Shinsou felt the bed dip as he crawled on top of you, he trembled in anticipation and gently pinched your side. Once you let out a sound your mind was his. Now in control he invaded your dreams, making sure that he consumed every nook and cranny of it. He had been dropping nitpicked dreams into your head since you had begun to stay with him.  

Insurance, he called it. 

Pale knuckles brushed against your cheek as he stared down at you lovingly. His soft lips pressed against you, gently at first. It wasn’t long before he was leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips, his tongue tracing their shape, hands squeezing your sides. He seared his lips on the sensitive flesh of your neck, careful to not leave any marks. He palmed your breasts from atop your clothes. His other hand sliding down to the hem of the nightgown. 

“Your so soft kitty.” He breathed, sitting up in between your thighs. His hands kneaded the flesh of your plush thighs as he spread your legs, pale fingers pushing the gown up to your neck. Moisture left his mouth as he took in your nude form. He’d seen you bare so many times but it never failed to leave him breathless. His hands traced every edge and curve; a moan slipping past his lips. 

“God you're so beautiful~” If you had been awake the intensity of his gaze would have set you ablaze. He took his time exploring your body, his lips caressing your nipples, suckling on the stiff peaks, drawing soft moans from your slumbering self. Unconsciously your fingers found themselves in between soft purple strands. Your body pressed into his as his fingers disappeared underneath your panties. 

Pale digits traced down the length of your slit allowing your slick to coat them. A grin touched his face. “Only I get to make you this wet babydoll.” He sighed against your chest, teeth nipping at your nipples once more. He leaned back and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic easily sliding your panties down your legs. He slipped them inside his sweatpants pocket so as to not forget them later. Once more he took your legs and parted them further.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Look at this pussy.” He felt himself throb at the sight. Your lips were glistening with a light sheen of your arousal and Shinsou wanted a taste. But that could wait.. Afterall he did have all night. 

“You look so delicious Kitten.” He moaned allowing his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. “You're pretty pussy quivering under my touch.” He sneered watching as your chest rose and fell for him. For him. All of it was for him, All of you. 

“Hmmm” 

“That’s right, you love it when I play with your slutty cunt don’t you?” He panted, heat consuming his face as you moved against his fingers, your legs spreading wider for him in invitation. He was going to allow you to feel the stretch of his fingers when:

“Hitoshi~” You slurred sleepily. 

“Ha~” Just the sound of his name on your lips was euphoria. He couldn’t wait anymore. He slid down his sweats, just enough to let his cock spring free. His breathing was heavier, lust clouding his every thought and his thighs trembled when he brushed the head of his cock against the soft flesh of your folds. He played around sliding the tip up to your clit then down; to circle your entrance. He wanted to savor this moment. 

“Hnng” You whined in your sleep, your hips lifting off the bed. 

“Would you look at that?” He whistled. “My babycat wants me to stretch out her tight little cunt. Well you asked for it~” 

With that he sunk into you, he leaned over at the feeling his fists gripping the sheets as your hot velvety walls caressed his throbbing length. “Holy fuck Kitty.” He gasped. He wasn’t even fully sheathed and the warm wet hug he was getting had his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He drew out and pushed back in slowly, basking in the way your walls rippled around him, loving the way your moans enhanced the feeling.  

He set a slow deep pace. “T-This feels amazing.” He groaned, his hands coming under your ass to better angle his thrusts. 

“.H...Shi~” You whimpered. 

“Yeah, that’s right, say my name kitty.” He grunted increasing his pace, the sound of your pussy gushing for him encouraging him to go faster. The paps of his balls hitting your ass drove him to lift your legs, his cock sliding in deeper. 

“Ah!” You wriggled in pleasure, your brows scrunching up as he fucked up your insides. 

Shinsou shifted and he felt your slick walls clamp down on him. “I found it didn’t I?” He grinned. He continued to abuse the area he discovered watching as you cried out his name, drool slipping down your chin. He leaned down to allow you to grasp onto him. 

“Tell me.” He commanded. “Tell me who fucking owns this pussy?”

“Y-Yuah!” Your slumbering form was subjected to whatever he desired and he moaned at the answer. 

“Fuck yes you belong to me kitty.” He gasped. He felt your body tremble; your silky walls squeezing down on him tightly. But he was far from done. His name tore itself from your throat as he rutted into you. He fucked you through two more orgasms before the telltale signs of his end were near. He fumbled with his hand to grab his phone from his pocket. 

He hit the camera button and began to record. Your face was clear in the shot and he slid the frame down your body making sure to zoom in where your bodies met. He groaned at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. He wanted to get this one thing on video before he came inside of you. 

“Kitten I-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, his hips stuttering. “Where...Where do you want it.” He gasped. 

“..In..Side.” He really loved his quirk… Shinsou came with a low growl of your name, spilling ropes of his seed deep inside your pulsing heat. He emptied his milk inside of you, staying in until his sensitive cock trembled and then he pulled out. The girth member was covered in a combination of his and your cum but he disregarded his mess and lifted your leg recording how his cum slid out of your pussy. It dribbled down slowly like molasses sliding down to your puckered hole and staining the bed. 

He took a couple more pictures and slipped his phone back into his pocket. All that was left was to clean you up… And his tongue did a really good job at that. 

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You sat at the table a plate of half eaten food staring back at you. You had paused your consumption when you heard the Shinsou’s door open. Purple tufts of hair flying every which way. He grumbled out a groggy ‘morning and headed to the bathroom, a sly smirk on his lips when he was no longer facing you. 

Your face warmed at the sight of him. You had such a vividly erotic dream of him last night… 

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