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toruro · 8 months

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I REQUEST NASTY DIGUSTING SLIGHTLY WEIRD AND OFF PUTTING JIHOON SMUT THIS INSTANT

maybe like hate sex and they're really going at it and jihoon is kind of (really) a dick but the reader loves it and they're both possessive okay bye

or a/b/o

side by side

pairing. jihoon x reader tags. smut (18+ / minors dni), implied enemies & fwb au, bulge kink, creampie w/c. 1.4k (what the heck this wasn't supposed to be more than 500 words) a/n. ur targeting me bc i love mean men and this is only encouraging me

"say it again," he grunts from behind you, the words rumbling from deep in his throat. his voice is low and gravely, and the harshness of his tone has your stomach churning in a way that you don't want to unpack.

"missed this—" you choke out, body throttling as you brace yourself against the armrest of the sofa, shoving your face into the cushions. "missed it so-o-o much," you whine as jihoon's grip hardens on you. you're sure his knuckles are white, and you're even more sure that you'll have bruises all over in the morning.

"bet you did," he grunts, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust at the end, the skin on your ass burning at the contact. "missed my cock so much you had to hang off of soonyoung like a fucking pet to get my attention, huh?"

"'m sorry," you hiccup as jihoon's powerful snapping of his hips sends you deeper into the cushions. faced pressed into the sofa, your drool and tears staining the cloth. "'m so sorry," you try to repeat when he doesn't relent with his face, seemingly fucking into you harder as you gasp out the words.

there's something that burns behind his eyes when jihoon sees you like this; knowing that you can run your mouth all you want around your friends, being all coy with your deceivingly shy smiles and batting eyelashes, but at the end of the day he's the one who gets to see you like this.

this being the way your body seems to bend to jihoon's very touch (when he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip the first time and you swallowed him right in, swirling your thumb all over the finger), the way the only words you seem to know are a string of curses and his name ("ji-jihoon—ah, fuck ..."), the way you take everything he gives you.

who would've guessed that the person who couldn't seem to dislike jihoon enough was the same person crying under him every night. it enthralls him, how much power over you jihoon has.

(he ignores how every time you whine his name, he get's pushed closer and closer to his relief. he ignores how his heart melts just a little when you pull him down into a ravaging kiss. jihoon ignores the hold you've got over him too.)

"are you? are you sorry? seemed like you were having fun with 'soonie'," jihoon recalls when he slips out of your hot cunt, a series of incoherent whines and complains slipping from your lips at the feeling of being empty.

"jihoon," you drawl out, wiggling your ass back as you dumbly try to chase any sort of friction you can get, but jihoon's not having any of it as he pins you down with his hand. "fuck, i'm sorry ... i really really am," you choke out, as jihoon yanks you down the length of the couch and flips you over so you're laying on your back.

"really?" jihoon asks, and you can finally see his face—the way his eyebrows furrow together and sweat beads down his forehead. the way his lips are flush and mouth slightly open as he pants for air. it's beautiful, and for a second you realize you feel too much, and focus back on the feeling of his fat cock prodding slipping through your folds. "or would you rather be with 'soonie,' right now?"

"no!" you protest immediately, wrapping your legs around his torso as an attempt to ground jihoon in place. "only you, only want you," you pant, lifting your hips to meet his cock halfway as he finally pushed into you. "please jihoonie?" you coo, letting your eyes well up with tears once more, but this time out of pure frustration and desperation.

jihoon's got his arms on either side of your head, sharp gaze boring into yours as you blink rapidly, and something flashes in his expression before he furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hips back.

the feeling of being so full suddenly going to painfully empty is dizzying, and as your vision begins to grow foggy, jihoon scoffs, "you think you can just bat your eyelashes and cry a lil and i'll fuck you?"

when you don't respond, merely lolling your head to the side as you look up at him with pleading eyes and a pouty lip, jihoon slips away from all self control and jams his cock into you. "jihoon!" you mewl, thighs spread up higher against your chest as his weight presses into you, cock so deep in your cunt you think you might feel him in your tummy. "jus' like tha—oh, yea-ah jus' like that ..."

"feels good?" jihoon grunts, but doesn't give you the chance to respond so he can smash his lips into yours, tongues mingling in a hot mess of love and anger and lust all at once. jihoon's left hand runs over your waist as kisses you, cock fucking in and out of you with long and powerful deep thrusts. his paws at your tits occasionally, flicking over the nipples and kneading into the soft flesh while he swallows up your moans with his tongue. it's only when his fingers finally smooth over your stomach when jihoon freezes as he's balls-deep inside of you.

"n-no," you cry out, fruitlessly trying to squirm beneath his weight, but jihoon's still on top of you. "please," you choke out, "please don't stop jihoonie—"

"fuck," jihoon finally groans, cutting you off with a shallow but fulfilling thrust, eyes trained on watching your stomach as he does so. you're about to whine and tell him to fuck you harder, but for a moment you watch his face flush and muscles twitch, and you curiously follow his gaze.

you don't expect find is the imprint of jihoon's cock against your stomach.

"oh," you breath out, watching as jihoon takes your hand gingerly and presses it agains the bump at the base of your tummy. gently, he throws in an experimental thrust, and for a moment the bulge disappears before you feel it reappear. "oh—jihoonie, fuck ... s'deep," you moan as his thrusts begin to regain their original vigor.

you feel something different with the way jihoon fucks you. it's difficult to articulate into words because he's fucking your brains out at this point, but there's a fire behind each thrust that has you moaning at the top of your lungs.

jihoon's fucking into you with harsh and calculated snaps of his hips, watching the way his cock bulges against your tummy, groaning under his breath. "needed me so much, huh? had to make room for me and my cock, didn't you?"

the way you struggle to responds spurs jihoon on. he's drunk on you; he'd hate to admit it but you've grown on him. it'd be a problem, he vaguely thinks, but when you begin to babble about how you "love his cock, love him," jihoon realizes that it's not really a problem at all. fuck. he can unpack his feelings later, but right now, he needs to lose himself to you.

"good baby," he coos finally, bringing down a hand to rub against your clit. "g'na cum soon, right?"

"yeah," you nod your head vigorously, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down for a messy set of kisses. "cum w'me, jihoonie," you mutter against him.

"fuck," and the way jihoon whines the curse has you writhing against the sofa. "fuck yeah, you'll let me cum in you, right baby? g'na let me make you mine, yeah?"

"yea-ah, please," you grunt against him as your body lurches back and forth and the increasing force of his thrusts. "'m so close," you continue as your vision starts to blur and your ears begin to rush.

"shit, me too just—fuckin' perfect pussy every," he groans, and with one final, sharp thrust jihoon's spilling inside of you. the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white in thick, heavy spurts has your own orgasm crushing down on you, spasming around jihoon as he shallowing continues to thrust and ride out your highs.

you chant a mantra of his name as your vision blurs white and you pant for air, him flopping down onto your chest as he stills inside of you. jihoon can think about his feelings later, but for now, he revels in the feeling of you murmuring his name as you doze off under him.

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yndrgrl · 9 months

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Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

#aizawa x y/n #anime and manga #yandere bnha #bnha x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa headcanons #aizawa x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #aizawa imagine #aizawa smut #mha au #mha #bnha #yandere aizawa #yandere mha

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helsensm · 4 months

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Sorry to bug ya again but my brainstorm is actin up again! Could be writing this on paper, but writers block. Got inspiration thanks to the Kung Lao dies art (all of them are amazing!), but thinking of the events before it happens. Once again on my Liu Kang mess because he's becoming the tragic god figure now. I'm imagining Liu Kang starts getting a pseudo MK9 mess going on. Not that he receives a message from his future self, but a serious case of "wait, this happened before! AND ITS GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN!?!?!". Liu Kang starts seeing the signs of Kung Lao potentially dying again in his new timeline. Cue Liu Kang struggling with showing restraint by not interfering with matters, hoping that he's just getting paranoid and seeing things that are not there, and Liu trying to prevent Kung Laos death. He doesn't want to loose his friend again, even though they're not as close as they used to be. Bonus drama if Liu Kang becomes a bit too protective of Kung Lao and Lao starts thinking that Liu Kang does trust him anymore (thinking on the Arcade ending for Kung Lao where his pride nearly cost him his student) and starts getting frustrated. So when the inevitable starts to encroach, Kung Lao ends up getting himself killed as he tries to show that he can be trusted by Raiden and Liu Kang again. I'm sorry if this sounds incoherent and silly, I just got a lot of emotions for Fire God Liu Kang the the potential angst he carries

yes, good, very good, thank you for your food, friend 👁👁

I want to believe that after the Shujinko accident Kung Lao will start to realize, that he don't need to do everything all by himself and always perfect to prove his worth, and it's okay to ask for help, and believe in your friends, and listen to their advices, and- sorry, kinship by the inferiority complex got me. But as far as we know, no one except Cassy goes to therapy in the mk world, so that won't be enough for my man to start his character improvement journey. So yes, Liu Kang's protectiveness will def trigger his "must prove myself, must get approval" response.

The question is - how much Liu Kang will blame himself, when he realizes?.. 🤔 Poor man lost his timeline and just wanted to create one where everyone is happier. but here we are, creating drama and problems for him in our little gay app ggjhhh

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#oops Kung Lao's dead again au #...I need to find a better name for it #my asks #my art #liu kang #kung lao #raiden #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat 9 #mk9 #symbolism... save me.. symbolism. save me symbolism #mk raiden #helsensm art

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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It's been so long

Summary: Keegan is ur brother’s best friend; returned from deployment. u’ve broken up with ur ex and u haven’t been able to come in so long, late at night forbidden feelings arise and it can’t be helped that u act upon ur longed desires.

TW: smut, sex, very minor vulgarity, praise (kinda), forbidden, teasing, creampi

note: i'm sorry about the writing the original sucked I wrote another, then tumblr wasn't working so now I got this. I gave up lmao

Plz leave comments about what u want more of, opinions n wt ever are welcomed 🥰🙈🥳

It’d been weeks- months, since someone made u come, it's been itching at u for so long that even trying to use ur fingers or don't work. Frustrated, u huff out and go to the kitchen searching for any pie left over. It looks like he has already beat you to it. Eating a full plate of pie and whipped cream, u clear ur throat. “Didn’t expect company, u want some?” Keegan offers. u come up to the island n hop on the counter. “Yes please,” u thought he’d get u a new plate but instead he ladles a fork and moves it in ur direction, “Open ur mouth then, I don’t have cooties,” he joked. you open your mouth obediently and pull away. He stares at your lips as you do this and he can’t help but imagine it being his dick. The blood rushes to his cock at the mere idea, he tries to make it less obvious in his gray sweats. A small amount of whipped cream remains on the side of ur mouth, his hand absentmindedly goes to wipe it away. Looking into his eyes u take his finger into your mouth and suck it clean, u can hear him as he inhales eyes widening before they darken. “We really shouldn’t, '' he whispers.

“Please, it's been so long,” u beg, running your hands up his body. His eyes follow a path down from ur eyes to ur lips. He bites him down trying to keep himself from doing something he’d never be able to get back from. “I want to y/n, but he’d never forgive us,” he whimpered as u kiss him lightly massaging the back of his neck. “Forget about him. I need u right now,” u lick up his neck to his mouth. He wants you too, so bad that his hardon is aching. He can’t let you go unsatisfied. He groans, giving dives into our mouth. ur panting and whimpering as his hands feel across your body then resting on ur waist. He whispers, “fuck,” as u grind into him. He becomes possessed, hurling u up so that ur legs wrap around himHis cock pushes up into u as u grind“Fuck fuck-u- y/n u need to god just like-” he moans. u pick up your pace, ur climax finally building up. “Wait, please,” he sets you down on the couch.

Biting down ur lips as u see his large bulge. “Clothes off,” he says as he takes off his own clothes. u hurriedly take it off, not wasting any time he’s on top of u. Biting u, gripping u trying to pull u closer to him. He twists and sucks ur hard nipples as he finger fucks u. u squeeze ur eyes shut, letting him. “u feel so good around my fingers. Look at u wanting to come to just from me finger fucking ur needy little pussy,” u arch ur back. “u want my big fat cock in u? Huh, yeah,” u stifle a moan as he removes his fingers and places himself at ur entrance. Stroking the tip up and down ur wet slit. It’d been so long since he’d fucked someone, he’s losing his mind as he watches him slowly enter u. “u’re cunt’s so fucking tight,” he bites out dropping his head as he pauses to breathe once he’s all the way in.

u clench around him, “stop if u continue tonight isn’t gonna last long,” he groans. u feel his abs tense as he tries not to bust early. “Stop it’s killing me,” he grabs ur throat n digs into ur hips to stop ur movements. He’s a different person, he’s fucking u so hard now. you're clenching around as u come at the sheer force of him. His incoherent speech is muffled in ur ear as he bruises ur neck and hips from where he’s holding on. “This dick is all urs, fucking come on it,” he circles ur clit viciously overstimulating clit throbbing blindingly as u shake under him. Teary u moan out his name as he fills u. ur juices cover his shaft as he pulls out. “No more. Keegan,” u whine. It’d been a long time, too long, and u didn’t want this to stop just yet. “Look at u, you're shaking, did Joshua really not know how to treat a lady?” Keegan mocks kneading ur breast. “you're not half the man that he is,” you admit, sitting up u push him down to lie down. “Say that again,” he hums, devouring every inch of ur body as he watches u crawl on top of him. “He hasn’t made me come half as many times as u. Now shut up and kiss me,” he bites your lips and tongues u, taking away any air u had. u start to bounce on his dick, “my dick is urs y/n,” he sighs out. u ride him faster, stretching around his cock. Just as u go harder his body bucks, “oh fuck u know how to fuck me- so needy- all this dick in u-,” he sputters finally coming so strong that his eyes roll to the back of his head and he fucks u meeting each of ur movements. u feel him fill u up and u can’t help but smile at how perfectly he fits in u. “Such a dirty little slut," he says, juices and his come glistening between your thighs.

#smut #fem!reader #cod konig #call of duty #cod smut #cod x reader #cod keegan #keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ #141 #mw2 #cod ghosts #keegan x reader #x reader #call of dooty #cod mw2 #call of duty mw3 #cod mwiii

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erubescentz · 1 year

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Blowing out tartagilas back because why not

(I'm being very vague here because I get overly explicit if I don't 😁)

A/n : overly explicit is my middle name, but yes blowing out tartaglias back is a dream

Sub!childe x reader

cw : nsfw obvi, sub/dom dynamic, sub!childe

No gendered language but reader dose use a strap on, you can imagine it as a real peepee if that suits u better :)

It would just be so satisfying to see him become a mess on your strap after being such a brat all day. You see, your boyfriend just loves to act all high and mighty when in front of others, always acting like he is the one in charge of this relationship. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

As soon as it’s just the two of you alone, Childe drops the act, he forgets all about the persona he worked so hard establishing and completely submits to you. On one hand your grateful he only acts this way in front of you, it makes your heart swarm knowing he is comfortable being completely vulnerable with you. But on the other hand, sometimes you want the world to know just how much of a slut your boyfriend is for you, and only for you.

But you understand childe’s wish to keep that part of your life private, so instead you redirect your frustrations :)

“aa-Ah shit, feelssogood~ haah hA” he moaned out as you continue to pound hard and fast into his ass, his eyes rolling back into his head and drool dripping down his chin making an utterly erotic sight.

“Hmm, how would your friends react to seeing you like this mh? Going all dumb on my cock? S-shit you look so good just for me though yeah?” You question him, eyes flickering between his fucked out face and the point we’re your strap is fucking into him, filling him up so nicely.

You can make out a “Just f’you” in Childe’s incoherent babbling, making the possessive side of you show as you lean down to mark him, never once slowing your brutal pace.

An : got a little carried away cuz I love this idea hehe, anyways I hope you enjoy:)) also sorry taking long to answer asks

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe smut #childe genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe x reader smut #sub!childe #sub tartaglia #sub childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut

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cheesesoda · 1 year

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Hii I’m sorry if my request ideas aren’t good but I figured I’d offer you up something! Maybe something where Sanji meets a girl who even though she identifies as a girl she’s very Tom boyish and averse to feminine things not because she doesn’t like them but because growing up in an environment with a bunch of strong male pirates she didn’t want to be seen as weak or lesser. But basically this all leading to Sanji helping to show her that it’s okay to indulge in her feminine interests and not have to try and look and act like a boy as a defense mechanism?

a/n: OKAY THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD y/n out here being a lil relatable ngl 🧍‍♀️lol thank you sm for the req! i hope u like it bae 🫶

goddess

sanji x tomboy!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

cw: some internalized misogyny, language

“they’ve been arguing for hours! ugh, would they just be quiet?” nami groans, laying back in her deck chair next to robin. “oh, my dearest nami-swannnnn~ robin-chwannnnnn~ i’ve brought you some drinks!” sanji spins onto the deck with a tray holding 2 tropical drinks. “thank you, sanji-kun!” nami smiles as she takes her drink. suddenly, a loud crash and some incoherent yelling is heard from the crow’s nest. sanji, nami, and robin all turn their attention to the source of the noise. “what’s going on up there?” sanji asks. “y/n and zoro are arguing again about who’s stronger.” robin explains, taking her drink from the tray too. “i’m not sure why she cares so much about being the strongest. i mean, her determination is admirable but why?” robin queries.

later that night…

it’s the middle of the night and sanji is cleaning up his kitchen. everybody has gone to bed. well, almost everyone. as he’s putting away the last dish, he hears some distant mumbles. he frowns and goes to investigate the noise. he finds that it is once again coming from the crows nest. he creeps up the ladder cautiously and is met with the sight of you. you’re lifting the heaviest weights you could find. he’s about to ask you what you’re doing up so late since you hadn’t realized his presence, but for some reason, he just watches. you grunt in exhaustion and drop the weight. “fuck!” you pant, burying your head in your hands. “i’m so weak. dammit! they were right, i should’ve been born a man. then i wouldn’t be so damn useless. i need to be stronger! stronger than zoro! or luffy or sanji or any other man!” you cry out in frustration. sanji decides not to say anything, knowing that you’d breakdown if anyone saw you so vulnerable, so he leaves you in the crows nest and heads to his room, still thinking about your words.

the next morning…

sanji gets up at 4AM to start prepping and making breakfast for the crew and luffy’s endless stomach when memories of what you said last night flood his mind. “i’m so weak. dammit! they were right, i should’ve been born a man. then i wouldn’t be so damn useless. i need to be stronger!” his heart churned at the thought of you thinking that way. as if on cue, you come into the kitchen to accompany sanji while he makes breakfast (as you usually do). “good morning, my lovely y/n-chwannnn~” he swoons. “morning, sanji.” she smiles tiredly. “are you alright, y/n-chan? did you not sleep last night?” he asks, when he notices the grey circles underneath your tired eyes. “i’m fine.” she responds.

later that day — 1PM

“okay so two people are keeping watch on the ship. it’s usopp and franky’s turn today so the rest of us will go explore the island. got it?” nami explains to the crew as they dock on an island. everyone agrees and begins to wander around the island. “oh y/n-chwannnn~ may i accompany you as you shop?” sanji asks. “sure.” she says. after walking around a bit, they walk past a dress shop. “nami-swan would look beautiful in that orange dress!” sanji exclaims as he rushes into the store, you reluctantly following behind him. once he finishes buying the dress, he finds you admiring a beautiful (and very feminine) f/c dress. “you’ll look stunning in that dress, y/n-chwan! you already look like a goddess though!” he says as he approaches you. “huh?! what? i wasn’t looking at it! why the hell would i be looking at a dress? what do you think i am—some girly girl? and stop calling me y/n-chan like i’m just some weak girl! don’t treat me like i’m a woman!” she stammers in embarrassment. before storming out of the store.

later that evening — 5PM

after searching for you all day, sanji finds you sitting alone on top of a hill overlooking the sea. he walks up to you silently. without turning around, you can tell he’s there. “don’t just stand there. say something. don’t treat me like i’m some fragile thing that might break.” you groan. after a moment of silence, he sits next to you. “y/n-cha- … y/n, why don’t you cry?” he asks. “what?” she frowns, snapping her head to him. “why don’t you cry? in the entire time i’ve known you, you have never cried in front of me, or any of us. why?” he clarifies. “what do you think i am? weak? crying is for the weak. crying never helped me when i was sad, so what’s the point? it just makes you look pathetic.” she scoffs. “…why do you care so much about strength?” he follows up. she looks at him in disbelief before closing her eyes and laying her head on her knees. “you’re the strongest person i know. and yes, you’re stronger than the marimo. but there’s so much more to you. why does it matter so much?” he says. there’s a brief silence before you take a deep breath. “before i joined the straw-hats, i was part of another pirate crew. the jack pirates.” [a/n: help idfk what to name it lmao] “i was with them since before i can remember. i was the only girl on the ship and that made them think of me as less. as if i could never be taken as seriously as them. they’d tell me i should’ve been born a boy, that i would’ve been useful. i would’ve been strong. but no, i was born a girl. useless. annoying. weak. i guess that’s why… i just wish i was equal to them. i wish i could be as strong as them.” you explain. you’d never told anyone any of that before. “is that why you act more masculine than nami and robin?” he asks. “i guess…” you mumble. being this vulnerable made you uncomfortable. “i see…” he whispers. “follow me.”

“where are you taking me?” you protest. “don’t worry, my love! it’s a surprise.” he smiles back at you, holding your hand. the pet name makes you blush but you brush it off. finally, you reach the ship again. “why couldn’t you just tell me we were going to the ship?” you ask. “i have a surprise for you on the ship.” he grins.

he leads you to his room and hands you a bag. “what’s this?” you raise an eyebrow. “just open it.” he urges you. sighing, you pull out the item from within the bag. it’s the f/c dress you were gawking at earlier. “sanji, you don’t seriously think i can wear this-“ you groan. “being feminine doesn’t make you any less strong, y/n. everyone else is still gone and brook and usopp fell asleep. please, try it on.” he says softly. you contemplate what to do until you get up silently and walk into bathroom. after a few minutes (a few = 10) you come out of the bathroom nervously. sanji’s jaw literally hits the floor, but he composes himself. gorgeous was practically an insult if he were to describe you. you were more beautiful than a goddess. “for lack of better words: you look beautiful, y/n.” he whispers as you both look at you in the mirror. “beautiful…” you repeat under you breath. the compliment was one you hated to hear, but for some reason, you didn’t hate it as much anymore. “you’re beautiful in this dress and without it, just like how you can lift the heaviest weights on this ship whether you’re wearing a dress or not. you’re so beautiful and strong. you’re a goddess, my love. if only you could see that.” he says genuinely. you turn around and face him. you had always had a massive tiny crush on the cook, but you’d never say it because love is for the weak. “call me y/n-chan…” you breathe. “y/n-chan…” he smiles, matching your soft tone. “my perfect, strong, beautiful y/n-chan… my love…” he whispers so softly that nobody could hear it except you because of how close you were. he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and cradles your cheek. ever so slowly, you inch towards each other more, glancing at each other’s lips every few seconds. your lips meet in the softest of kisses but filled with so much love. when you pull away, his hand stays on your face and somehow your hands made their way on his chest. “i love you, y/n-chan, i love you so much. just as you are.” he whispers to you. and then it happens. a tear rolls down your cheek. a part of you that you never were allowed to embrace was finally released at the hands of the man you love. you wrap your arms around him as you softly cry into his dress shirt. he reciprocates the hug. “i love you too, sanji. i love you so much.”

#sanji x reader fluff #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #one piece #kuroashi no sanji #sanji x y/n

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hachama · 8 months

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I hope this is appropriate and if not I’m sorry plz just delete but I’m so frustrated in school being seemingly the only religious person in my department

I love them and they all seem to be so socially aware but when it comes to religion they hold an almost superior stance.

I’m a hopeful convert to Judaism from Catholicism. They all know this. I was having a very candid discussion on my feelings of wanting to remain respectful to my catholic family and how meaningful Judaism is to me and somehow it got turned into this discussion on how they all left religion bc they realized how culty it is and it was wrong etc. this was already slightly uncomfortable but since most were aoso ex catholic I could understand their feelings but then it turned into this whole talk about how silly it was for one to think out of all the religions in the world, theirs is the right one

I get frustration with Christian hegemony, I do. I’m well aware of the harm is has done and still does, I am a victim of a lot of that harm.

But this idea that they are somehow so enlightened by rejecting religion is hurtful to me and I think is so harmful to other minority religions and people of color even in majority religions.

Sorry if this was incoherent I’m just frustrated

Not incoherent at all, and an experience that many members of minority religions have encountered when speaking with ex-xtian (usually white) atheists. It is frustrating. It is hurtful. It is a result of them not examining their own biases.

They are treating their own worldview as neutral.

How can we think that, of all the religions in the world, ours is correct? How can they think that, of all the perspectives in the world, theirs is correct?

(Also, I don't think that Judaism is the only possibly correct belief system. I think that the way I practice Judaism is the correct belief system for me)

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 3 months

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,,Hellbound’’

-C.S.

-part three

Synopsis: Christopher fucking Sturniolo. A name Camila couldn’t stand. No, not for any normal reason. She didn’t hate him because he had everything she didn’t. She didn’t hate him because he’s too damn confident. No, she hated him because of how much she wanted him.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo (he/him) x Camila Solan (she/her)

Warnings: Cussing, Suggestive content, drugs, and alcohol.

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Cami knew what her and Chris were doing was wrong. As much as it felt right, it wasn’t. This would only strengthen the feelings that Cami wanted nothing to do with. But she couldn’t move away. As much as she wanted to, she felt like she was glued to his body.

She didn’t understand. Why would Chris joke like that, call her baby, but deny any feelings for her- but then bring her to his bed to cuddle? In what world does that make sense? Did Chris know Cami likes him..? Was this the way he was going to treat her now?

Cami let out a small frustrated sigh. She immediately regretted it though, as a pair of hands pulled her closer.

“Cam.. You okay..? I said I was sorry.. I didn’t mean it, Cam.. You know that.” Chris stated.

All cami wanted to do was say ‘No, Chris. I’m not okay. You keep fucking with my feelings, and you don’t even know it.’ but she couldn’t.

“mhm, just tired.” She lied. She always lies to him.

Maybe it was because the truth would put them both in a bad position- or maybe, just maybe, it was because she was too scared.

“sleep, then.” Chris suggested, and Cami nodded, starting to sit up.

Chris pulled her back down.

“where ya goin’?” He asked, teasingly.

“away,” Cami playfully rolled her eyes.

“why? am i not a good enough pillow for ya?” Chris shook his head. “i meant you can sleep here.” He sighed.

“oh.. okay..” Cami nodded, getting ‘comfortable’ again. She wasn’t really comfortable, and she didn’t think she’d be able to get comfortable. Not with all the one sided tension.

Regardless of if she was comfortable or not, she did all she could to fall asleep. The quicker she fell asleep, the quicker this would all be over. She eventually did fall asleep.

When she woke up, she was alone. She looked around, and she was still in Chris’ room, but she was alone. She got up and stretched, leaving Chris’ room.

She walked into the living room, seeing Nick and Chris sitting on the couch, Matt was no where to be found.

“Morning,” I said, while yawning.

“Good morning.” Nick smiled, with a mouthful of food.

“Swallow before you speak, kid.” Chris scoffed.

“Jesus christ, Chris. I don’t know why you’re being such an ass today.” Nick rolled his eyed, indicating that Chris was acting sassy all day.

Chris mumbled something, incoherent to Cami or Nick’s ears.

“Where’s Matt?” Cami spoke up again, causing Chris to look at her, before rolling his eyes again.

“Where the fuck do you think he is? Dumbass.” Chris scoffed, and Cami’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know, Chris. Maybe that’s why I asked?” I shrugged.

“He’s in his room. Why? Is everything okay..?” Nick asked, and Cami nodded.

She wanted to tell Matt about last night. She has never upright told the boy she likes his brother, but he knows she does. She tells him everything that they do together, good or bad. Matt always supports her, and isn’t sure why she wont just tell him.

But he doesn’t push her to.

She makes her way up to Matt’s room, before knocking on the door. She hears a muffled ‘come in’, and she does.

She walks in, and she sees a shirtless Matt, in plaid Pajamas, his covers on his bed all ruffled up. The boy laid on his stomach, one leg up, and his face buried in his pillow.

She crawled onto his bed, and threw herself on his back.

They laid there in compete silence, before Matt shuffled around, and she got off of him, letting him move. She laid on her side, and he moved onto his side too.

“So,” He spoke, “What happened last night?” He smiled. It was very clear that the boy had just woken up. his hair all messed up, and his voice still raspy.

“Nothing good,” Cami sighed. Matt’s smile faded.

“Aw. Cams, I’m sorry. I’ll beat his ass for you if you want?” Matt offered, pulling her into a hug. she shook her head.

“No. That wouldn’t do anything. He already can’t get the hint through his thick fucking skull.” She groaned, and Matt laughed.

“Yeah. Good point.” He shook his head.

“So, what did happen?” Matt asked again. “Me and Nick came in, and you were both just gone.” Matt’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Cuddling.” She replied. “in his bed..” She finished.

“and thats a bad thing..?” Matt asked confused.

“Yes. He denied his feelings for me, Matt..” She sighed, feeling her eyes begin to water again.

“Aw, love.. i’m so sorry..” Matt’s gaze softened, as he placed a kiss on her head.

“He called me baby, and when i broke down, he said he didn’t mean it like that.” She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to cry again. “He took me to his room, and i fell asleep. Now he’s being a bitch this morning.” She held her breath.

“He’s such an asshole. How do you know he wasn’t lying? Maybe he just said he didn’t mean it like that so you’d feel more comfortable?” Matt shrugged. He always made you feel heard, but sometimes you wish he’d just be honest.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Cami nodded.

A/N: sorry these are short, I don’t wanna put too much in one chapter, and I don’t wanna stop in the middle of an important part iykwim? but thank you all for reading <3

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fxchild · 9 months

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The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter one: Listening In

I jolted awake out of my bed after a nightmare. Ever since I got to the Fairchild estate I've been having small nightmares that grow each night. But tonight I reached the end of this reoccurring nightmare. I can't really explain what it means. I see myself running through the dark wood with something chasing me. I don't know what it is. I can't see it, but I can feel it. Breathing on my neck and whispering incoherent things. Every night for a month it has been me running in the woods to the estate, but every night I would wake before I reached it.

I decided to get ready for a day of work. The sun was blocked by clouds and something felt really off. The house had always had something creepy about it but today I had a feeling of being watched. I decided I would try and ignore it because it makes me sick to my stomach.

I dressed myself in a dark green sweater, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. I left my hair down today because it was sort of chilly in the house. I wash my face and brush my teeth and while doing that I noticed the mirror was very foggy. I tried to wipe it with my sleeve but the condensation did not go away. Again I tried to ignore it because I did not want to get scared over nothing.

If I did not mention it before, I am a teacher to a 7 year old girl named Flora. I'm not sure why I took the job to teach her. I'm only 15, but was recommended by my teacher. I have to work twice as hard but don't have to physically be in school, which seems like a win-win to me. Flora is a very sweet and smart girl. She always uses her manners and doesn't question things. Ms. Grose, the house keeper on the other hand is snarky. She often makes comments about my teaching and appearance. Today she didn't make a comment to me while teaching, or in general. I hadn't finished my work and chores until 9pm and was dreading sleeping because I knew I would have the same nightmare, as I had every night.

At 10pm I got in bed and started reading a book. After a while I got distracted because there were heavy footsteps dragging around my floor. Assuming it was Ms. Grose, I tried my best to not go out and say anything for she is only an old lady. But after a half hour or so I started to get frustrated. "Stupid old hag and stupid old creepy house. Stupid nightmares, stupid woods. Stupid teachers for sending me to this shit hole. The only person I have is Flora, at least she's kind to me unlike that old lady." I whispered frustrated, now pacing around my room to tire me out. I look at the floor and see there is a shadow coming outside my door. Figuring it was Ms. Grose hoping to express her opinion about today I walked over to the door and opened it.

But it was definitely NOT Ms. Grose. Instead it was a boy, my age I assume with short black curly hair, pale skin, kind of lanky, and had a face that could kill you with eye contact.

"You know, this place isn't that bad, it just takes a little time to get used to it." He speaks. "W-who are you?" I jumped. "I'm Miles, I live here." He exclaims. "I'm sorry I don't know who you are." I say blandly. "I'm Flora's older brother, funny that you haven't heard of me." He says rather surprised. Then it hits me. Flora does sometimes talk about a boy that is off traveling around and comes home every three months for a little while. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm y/n, Flora's teacher." I say, reaching out my hand to shake his. He scoffs, "Aren't you a little young to be a teacher? You look my age." He spats. I try to think of something to say that won't come out as offensive but I can't. "You should get to bed, it's late and you have work tomorrow morning. Night." He says and walks away from my door. I quietly shut my door and got back into bed. "Who the hell does this guy think he is. I hope he leaves again soon." I say to myself as I finally fall asleep.

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Hey guys !! Thank you so much for reading this !! I should be uploading every other day hopefully ! Lmk if I should put this on Wattpad too !

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#miles fairchild #the turning #fanfic #finn wolfhard #miles fairchild x reader #fxchild #the switch

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messinwitheddie · 1 year

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(Trigger warning: mentions child abuse, drug abuse, homelessness and unemployment.)

Nny "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you say anything?"

Squee "Because why should I have to explain common courtesy to a grown man?!!"

Nny "No, I meant about your dad?"

Squee "You knew how punchy he's been since mo. Oded! You KNEW!!"

Nny "I'll cutt off his hands. Problem solved."

Squee "NO!! If you injure him he'll just be home all the time! I don't want you to hurt him or kill him! He's my dad! As long as I make it seem like I don't exist when he's around he leaves me alone so just STOP screwing that up for me, OK?!!"

Nny "But... Squee, you shouldn't have to--"

Squee "Where do you get the time and energy to do all these horrible things to so many people!?!"

Nny "I-"

Squee "You must sleep great during the day!"

Nny "No... I don't sleep during the day either."

Squee "So you have that much time on your hands! Get a life!! Get a JOB!!"

Nny "I'm sick of you and Pep throwing that in my face! It's NOT that easy! I have NO ID and NO legit work history and NO legally registered address!! Who is going to hire me?!!"

Squee "Okay, that's fair!"

Nny "It's a vicious cycle!"

Squee "Then take a night class or something! I would tell you to adopt a pet or get a girlfriend but you would just-- hurt them! You're NEVER really happy unless you're making someone else suffer! It's pathetic!"

Nny "That's not true."

Squee "YES IT IS!!!"

Nny "Why are you attacking me?"

Squee "BECAUSE I'M FRUSTRATED!!!"

Squee "You like to watch me suffer! Makes sense! Everyone else does!!"

Nny "You're the one person I know I NEVER want to see suffer."

Squee "Did you convert your living room closet into an iron maiden? Is that why the screams are even louder tonight?!"

Nny "Um...yer...no...?"

Squee "There's blood pooling from under the door, Nny!! I can see it!!"

Nny "I was installing a shelf and the project got away from me."

Squee "Just be a man and admit I'm right!"

Nny "Squee, you need to calm down and go back to bed. I can't handle this."

-door slams shut-

Squee -kicking the door- "NICE TALK, MOM!! Get help you sick bastard! Don't just screw with the doctors! WORK ON YOURSELF!!"

*series of thuds*

*incoherent mumbling*

*boots clopping*

Nny "Leave me alone!!"

Squee Leave ME alone!!"

Nny "I wasn't talking to you!!"

Part 2 of Z? Night 7

Thank you if you enjoyed and or reblogged these very self indulgent break room sketches. Hopefully this last bit didn't ruin it for everyone.

#jthm #squee #nny #z?

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kyouka-supremacy · 8 months

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your new theme 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 the color palette, the icon, i adore the header, so cuteeee 😭💞

THIS GOT LOST AMONG HATE SPAM I'M SO SO SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS EARLIER Omg thank you so much 😭😭😭 I'm not confident at all with how this one turned out so finding this cheered me up so much ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ Wait, better insert a read more for useless and incoherent rambles nobody probably wants to read

So the original version was this one:

And it was very nice (and, according to my sister, the best version), but I was feeling like my themes were getting monotonous, so I wanted to try giving it a spin– that's why I tried out a bi-colors color scheme. Which… Works, but honestly I don't think works as well as the original version. Cue to another six versions with only slight difference I couldn't decide between

THEN I had to pick an icon, and you know I'm the worst at picking icons, and I wanted something from Beast since I'm constantly in Beast withdrawal, but it also had to be ~soft~ to match the mood of the header. Needless to say, I should have just gave up on the idea that I could ever find a Beast Akutagawa that is also soft. The first try was supposed to look something like this:

But I REALLY couldn't make the hair redraw work for some reason. It was SO frustrating. (And I know it looks almost passably decent here, but trust me it looks terrible once applied as icon). After fifty minutes spent failing to make out of this image something that could be presentable, I made the current icon in like. five minutes, which to be fair doesn't really speak to me either, but I was too try out anything else lmao. That is all to say I was very insecure about this month's theme so thank you for your kind words Nyusa if you've read this far 🥺🥺 You never fail to make me feel better about what I make, thank you for existing (╥﹏╥)

#I might change it a bit half way through this month I guess. We'll see.#I don't really like editing the them once I've put it on but this time round I'm really unsatisfied with the icon #Should have just used the one from the novel profile fullbody tbh but I was like noooo… That one is too good… It'd be a waste……… (???)#people asks me stuff #sweet asks

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kameryusblog · 2 years

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Time for Bed

Jay sat hunched over his laptop, his fingers speeding over the keys as he typed. After a few minutes of starring at the bright electronic screen he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso. The arms were warm like Kai's, but they were larger and felt rough to the touch. 'It must be Cole', he thought as he leaned back against the strong chest behind him.

"Come back to bed," Cole mumbled into the crook of Jay's neck. He had woken up when Jay first got out of bed. He thought that the smaller needed some water or had to use the bathroom, but when he didn't return after half an hour Cole began to worry. He knew he was fine, but he still felt the urge to search for the brunette. Cole had untangled himself from Kai and Zane and began to walk through the hallways and rooms of the bounty. Eventually Cole found Jay hunched over his laptop wrapped up in one of the many blankets from their room.

This was one of Jay's bad habits; he would get up in the middle of the night if he woke up and would start to work on a project mindlessly until sunrise or until someone came and drug him back to bed. "Can't; gotta finish this," the brunette answered, his eyes never straying from the screen, his hands never slowing down. His response earned a grumble from the earth ninja. He was tired and wanted to crawl back into bed with all three of his partners and not just two of them.

"Please?" Cole pleaded, hoping that Jay would give in and go back to bed with him.

"Sorry Rocky," Jay responded, "I'll be in there when I'm done though." His response to his pleading earned a second grumble from Cole.

"Fine," he said, standing up from his position on the floor. He gave the lightning ninja a pat on the head and walked out of the room.

Cole walked back into their shared bedroom, crawling over Zane and hovered over Kai. He shook him gently, trying his best to wake the hothead while leaving Zane undisturbed. The red ninja mumbled something incoherent and shifted to lay on his stomach. Cole shook him again, more harshly this time, while whispering in his ear to get up. Kai's eyes opened slightly and he turned his head to the side to look at Cole. "What is it?" He questioned.

"I need your help," Cole whispered.

"With what?"

"Jay won't come back to bed," he breathed out, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"So?" Kai spoke out softly, now moving to a sitting position next to Cole. He rubbed his eyes while he yawned.

"He needs sleep Kai."

"Well, yea, of course he does, but we can't exactly force to sleep if he doesn't want to," Kai whispered sleepily.

Cole sighed as he rubbed his face. He just wanted to cuddle up with the three of them and sleep. The day before had been rough; Wu didn't give them any breaks during training and ran it late. Because of this Cole was tired, very tired. "Yea I know that, but its been a long day, he needs his rest, and besides you know you don't sleep well without all of us with you," Cole said, smirking slightly even though it couldn't be seen.

Kai glared at Cole through the darkness of the room. Cole was right; Kai had his worst nights of sleep when one or multiple of his boyfriends were missing from the bed. He thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing to help get Jay back to bed.

The two of them tiptoed out of the bedroom and began walking down the hall towards the living room. "So how should we do this?" Kai asked as he leaned against Cole's arm.

"I dunno...maybe we can just ask him until he gives in?" Kai shrugged his shoulders in an answer.

"Maybe he'll give in pretty quickly," Kai mumbled already ready to go back to bed.

When the two of them entered the living room, Kai immediately walked over to Jay. He plopped down in front of him and rested his chin on the top of his laptop. "Jaaaayyyy," Kai whined, "come back to beeeedd."

Jay looked up at his partner and gave him a soft smile. "Sorry baby, but I gotta finish this," he said softly before giving the fire ninja a kiss on the nose and going back to his laptop. This frustrated Kai; he knew that Jay was stubborn, but he didn't expect him to turn him down so quickly. While the red ninja was still in shock, Cole sat down behind Jay once again.

"Please?" Cole asked, squeezing him a little tighter.

"Sorry, I can't, but I promise you two that as soon as I'm finished I'll come back to bed," he replied, his eyes never leaving the blue glow of the computer screen. Kai stared up at Cole, a questioning look plastered on his face. Cole opened his mouth to once again ask the blue ninja to go back to bed with them, but before he could speak Jay's laptop was snatched from his lap, a noise of surprise coming from him. The three ninjas turned to look up at the person who took it only to see a tired, irritated Zane standing there, computer in hand.

"Give that back Zane, I need to finish it," Jay said, now irritated by all the distractions he'd had that night.

"No Jay, you need sleep," Zane started.

"But--," he was cut off.

"No 'buts' Jay, this is the third night in a row that you haven't slept through completely, its going to start affecting your performance during the day if you don't get sleep," Zane was almost yelling at this point. He didn't like it when his partners neglected to take to take care of themselves. It always made him upset when Jay didn't get enough sleep, or Kai forgot to eat, and even when Cole forgot to take breaks while training or working out.

Every time they reassured him that they were fine, and he knew that they were, but it still bothered him when it happened. "Zane, please, just let me finish this last little bit, it won't take lo--," again the nindroid cut him off.

"Jay for the last time, no," Zane said with irritation, "you are going to get up and go back to bed----now."

Kai and Cole both stood up, pulling the blue ninja up with them. The three of them made their way back to the bedroom. Zane let out a sigh looking down at the laptop in his hands. "What am I going to do with you," he breathed out shaking his head at his boyfriends computer.

"What are you going to do with who?" A quiet, gentle voice asked from the kitchen doorway. Zane turned his head to the doorway, seeing Lloyd standing there with a glass of in his hand.

"Lloyd? What are you doing up this early?" Zane questioned as Lloyd walked up to him.

"I was thirsty," he said while taking a sip of his water. Zane examined Lloyd's face and noticed his red, puffy eyes and slightly runny nose. He would've questioned him further, but before he could there was a tug on his arm. The white ninja looked down and saw Kai hugging his arm.

"Coooommme ooonn," whined the fire ninja as he leaned on Zane's side.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love," Zane replied. He turned back to Lloyd, " Goodnight Lloyd," he said with a smile.

"Night," he said as he turned and headed back to his room.

Zane and Kai walked quietly back to their bedroom and crawled into bed, cuddling up to Jay and Cole. "Goodnight loves," Zane whispered.

"Night."

"G'night." The three of them whispered back before falling asleep once again.

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Yay! First post!

#ninjago #jay walker #kai smith #cole brookstone #zane julien #ninjago lloyd #polyninja #lgbtq

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rockleaves · 1 year

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Help why do you hate him so much… it’s very funny

okay the fact that you didn't have to specify who you're talking about is killing me. like yeah you're right we all know it's sasuke. also thank you for finding my haterism funny and being nice about it.

the short answer is i think he's way too boring to justify how much he cannibalizes the narrative.

the long answer is under the cut. sorry if it's incoherent, unfortunately i am insane.

so. let me start by saying sasuke was never really going to be my favorite character ever, because it is frankly hard to make me super invested in characters who are The Specialest Boy Ever, Heir To A Long Line Of Specialest Boys Ever. i like characters that are just some guy who's now in a fucking situation. especially with shounen.

when i DO get really invested in characters like that, it's because they've got something else going on. for example, gen from the queen's thief series is the latest in a long line of thieves -- a position with divine origins! -- who is personally the gods' favorite poor little meow meow, but as much as he loves being a thief he absolutely hates being The Specialest Boy Ever because all it does for him is make his life a fucking nightmare, consistently. or for an example from another shounen, killua from hunter x hunter (i'll probably bring hxh up a few times because well kishimoto loves to steal from togashi, but i'm using killua for this example over kurapika because as far as we know kurapika's clan were actually just regular people with a genetic mutation that got them murdered, BUT WE'LL GET BACK TO THAT SO ANYWAY). killua's the heir to his insane family's whole assassin business and he is a prodigy but he fucking hates it, he just wants to be a normal 12 year old boy, so he leaves and immediately gets involved in the least normal shit a 12 year old boy possibly could. also he's funny.

but with sasuke, being not only The Specialest Boy Ever but the Sole Survivor Of The Specialest Boy Ever Family, is pretty much his whole deal. like that's it. that's all he's got. and that's not enough for me! it's a starting bullet point for a character being treated as something full fledged and the longer naruto went on the more boring and frustrating it became to me. like, let me be clear, he's still not my FAVORITE even then but i do kind of like sasuke during the chunin exam and konoha crush arcs! he is attempting to experience friendship and struggling with that vs his goal of revenge, and it's interesting. even after those arcs, throughout the rest of part 1 he's having a pretty clear conflict of identity that, even if i don't love watching it, at least....makes sense, and it's SOMETHING. and my problem is that's pretty much all we get. sasuke becomes even more of a massive focus of the story after the timeskip, but he also entirely stagnates. when he leaves the village the narrative is asking the question, what would sasuke do for his revenge, and the answer is anything. and that is the ONLY question the narrative ever asks him, and the ONLY answer we ever get. he never really truly has to wrestle with his goals or question himself. even when he finds out itachi was ordered to kill their clan, he just switches targets to konoha instead. and that's not character growth, that's just the same shit in new INCREDIBLY STUPID clothes and i'm so tired of it. i'm this kakashi. i'm so deeply unimpressed and i want my suffering to end. go ahead and kill me sasuke. i hope you die i hope we both die.

ANYWAY.

speaking of the stupid new clothes. i've talked a few times before about why i think the "actually the uchiha have been oppressed for generations and konoha ordered their massacre" twist was very dumb very annoying writing but so help me god i'm going to do it again. so if i repeat myself well that's just how it goes.

so obviously kishimoto is a horrible writer and could not carry a theme/plot/character arc/[insert literally anything necessary for a story, especially a serialized one, ESPECIALLY A SERIALIZED ONE AS LONG AS NARUTO] if you put a gun to his head, but i think the uchiha twist is one of the biggest examples of that, for a couple reasons. i'm gonna try to break those down into a list just to TRY to insert some organization into this beast. and unfortunately tumblr doesn't let me do paragraph breaks in its built-in numbered lists but i need them so this is going to look insane. sorry.

REASON ONE

for me personally, the twist happens way too late in the story, specifically because it's too late to make me care about the uchiha family as a whole for reasons beyond what they mean to sasuke. i know that sounds really harsh but let me explain.

until the twist, the uchiha family tragedy is just that -- a family tragedy. it's a personal revenge mission for sasuke. we're given pretty bare scraps about the rest of the family -- there's some information about itachi and shisui, a couple flashbacks to sasuke's dad, etc -- but it really is scraps. like, his mom has the most generic anime mom design ever. most of the rest of the uchiha are not actual characters in their own right, they are background mythology that informs who sasuke is.

and the thing is, THAT'S FINE.

to circle back to hxh: sasuke's whole entire concept is ripped off of kurapika. like. all of it. from the murdered clan to the red eyes to the revenge mission. and with kurapika, we're also given scraps about the kurta clan. we know very little about them and their culture, save for the trials they had to go through to enter the outside world, and if i recall correctly, nothing at all about kurapika's immediate family. but we as readers still care about the kurta clan, because we care about kurapika. and we care about kurapika because he's a well-written, complex character. from the very beginning he's presented to us as a paradox and a hypocrite: he has a very strong sense of honor and looks down on leorio for wanting to become a hunter for the money (before he knows why leorio wants that money), but also has a very clearly warped and gray sense of morality, given that he himself wants to become a hunter because it will give him the authority to carry out extrajudicial killings for his revenge mission without being arrested. like sasuke, he chooses his revenge over his friends, but unlike sasuke, he does so BECAUSE he's fiercely loyal to and protective of them and doesn't want them to get hurt while they try to stop him, and the narrative is very clear that this choice is QUITE LITERALLY killing kurapika. what happened to the kurta clan is a tragedy, and what it has done to kurapika's life is a tragedy.

so, back to sasuke: by the time the twist happened, kishimoto had spent probably close to 10 years (i don't remember exactly when the chapter came out. do not tell me i don't want to know) hinging 95% of our interest in the uchiha family on our interest in sasuke. and that is FINE. that's a fine choice to make. it'll work or it won't reader-to-reader based on whether or not they like sasuke, but for it to work at ALL you have to STICK TO IT. otherwise it just feels like you've been wasting my time for a decade.

REASON TWO

if you're NOT going to stick to your original choice of keeping the uchiha tragedy a family tragedy, and you're going to drop some game-changing lore that late, you at least need to follow through on it. which obviously kishimoto doesn't. nothing about the shinobi system changes (i'll get back to this in a minute), so making the uchiha massacre ordered by konoha does nothing and adds nothing besides like, more agony for sasuke i guess, but like i've already said it's the same shit remixed and i don't care.

REASON THREE

the twist frankly makes no fucking sense lol. it's a pretty huge aspect of part 1 that sasuke gets special treatment for being an uchiha, because the uchiha family was well-respected and highly revered, and along with the hyuuga clan was considered one of the noble, ancient bloodlines of konoha. and that's important to the story specifically because of how it contrasts with naruto, a fuck-up orphan whose family name bears no weight and garners no respect, who is ACTIVELY HATED by a large portion of the village and is never given half the leniency sasuke gets just for being an uchiha. that is why naruto makes sasuke his rival. it's the basis of their whole deal. so why the HELL am i suddenly supposed to take it seriously that the uchiha were actually oppressed the whole time when, A) there is no indication of that ever being the case throughout all of part 1 and B) it undermines the foundation of the main relationship of the series. like. i'm not going to do that.

REASON FOUR

THEY'RE COPS THEY'RE COPS THE UCHIHA ARE LITERALLY COPS. like yeah everyone is a soldier they're all ninjas but the uchiha are ALSO LITERALLY COPS ON TOP OF BEING NINJAS. NINJAS COPS. i'm not going to buy that the cop family was actually oppressed for generations and i'm sure as HELL not going to buy that tobirama let them be cops as part of that oppression. it's bad writing and i'm not taking that shit seriously!!!

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okay. so those are the reasons why i think that twist is stupid. well there are probably more but those are the 4 main ones that come to mind. as for what that twist being stupid has to do with my feelings on sasuke, this is a big part of what i was getting at when i said he cannibalizes the narrative.

like i said, the twist doesn't pay off, so the fact that kishimoto brought in this plotline that so clearly (and, imo, heavy-handedly) is meant to make readers question whether the shinobi system should exist and then did not follow through on ends up feeling like a cousin to the smol bean emperor problem. i say cousin because the cause of it isn't exactly what's detailed in that article -- i don't think it'd even cross kishimoto's mind to be at all worried about making sure readers know he thinks military ninjas towns with child soldiers are Bad In Real Life lol -- but the result is the same: he's unwilling to have his narrative fully buy into its own premise of the shinobi system, but he's equally unwilling to actually commit to the complex writing that would be required by a narrative interested in dismantling the shinobi system, so he wound up with a half-baked story that did neither and was very annoying to read.

because HERE'S THE THING: if he was interested in writing a story that dismantles the shinobi system, i really don't think he'd have done it via making the uchiha the BIGGEST SPECIALEST victims all along. that twist going nowhere is annoying as hell but it's also literally the only place i can see it going because, like i talked about this in one of my posts i linked above, the entire time he's wanting to burn konoha to the ground sasuke is still buying into the myth of clan superiority. what i mean by that is, he believes he's special because he's an uchiha and his suffering is special because he's an uchiha. and because he's bought so heavily into that myth of clan superiority, he does not and CAN NOT realize that it goes hand in hand with and could not exist without the shinobi system. the uchiha would not be special or unique without the shinobi system, so sasuke and his suffering would not be special or unique without it, and both sasuke personally and the narrative itself NEED his suffering to be special and unique. so of course sasuke was never going to actually destroy the hidden villages. he can't. not when the twist that makes him want to destroy that system hinges on him not actually cashing out of it. for all fandom likes to call him a revolutionary and act like it comes from a place of altruism, he's literally just not, and it doesn't.

if he was and it did, he probably would have thought twice about joining up with the akatsuki and going after the jinchuuriki. part 1 and much of the beginning of part 2 are very very VERY explicit that the jinchuuriki are some of if not THE greatest victims of the shinobi system. they have the tailed beasts sealed into them usually at birth, usually without their consent, usually with the express purpose of turning them into a weapon. they are then thoroughly abused by the same villages that did that to them, ostracized or stripped of all autonomy to be made a weapon or both. most of the jinchuuriki get ZERO protection when the akatsuki starts coming after them, because their villages don't fucking care. and whatever else i think about the akatsuki and their motives, you are never ever going to convince me that a group that takes the most vulnerable members of society and literally grinds them up into fuel are right about those lives being a necessary price. sorry. you're just not. #TeamJinchuuriki

that hypocrisy in sasuke joining up with the akatsuki could be interesting in the hands of a better writer, but kishimoto is a bad writer. and also i want to be clear: without that twist, the uchiha would still have, in a different way, been victims of the shinobi system. everything with neji and hinata during the chunin exams makes it extremely clear how horrifically abusive clans can be, especially when they buy into their own mythology so heavily, and how there's no winning whether you're born into the main family (hinata) or are naturally extremely gifted (neji). but at the same time, even though they are victims of their own family and thus the system that encourages their family's practices, they still have the social capital that comes with being from a clan, which we see come into play in the naruto vs neji fight. i really wish kishimoto had gone further into what is frankly a class struggle between clan and non-clan shinobi as well as the horrors of what the shinobi system does to families who buy into it for generations instead of largely abandoning those storylines after the chunin exams, and i'd have LOVED if he applied that same framework to the uchiha clan. but he didn't, and instead he did that dumb twist, because he thinks everything needs to be about sasuke all the time. so sasuke -- who imo already got more than enough screentime -- became central to the entire akatsuki plotline, as well as everything else, and other characters and plotlines (NAMELY THE JINCHUURIKI but others as well) got sidelined even further. and i found that incredibly frustrating and annoying. this show is called naruto! naruto is a jinchuuriki! this show should be more about the jinchuuriki! and yet, and yet, and yet.

oh also it just makes for a bad revenge narrative lol. if you're gonna commit to the revenge then COMMIT TO IT. and if you're not then how about you steal a little bit more from hxh and take some fucking notes on how togashi writes revenge as an act of self-destruction (kurapika's whole deal, gon vs pitou).

another reason i don't like sasuke is. well. well i just don't think his bond with naruto is that convincing lol. like it's fine but it's like.....it's just kind of there. i am way more compelled by almost every single other relationship naruto has. i think it would have been really interesting if kishimoto had actually grappled with how naruto didn't actually know sasuke that well before he left the village and has been chasing an idea of sasuke, and how part of why sasuke finally snapped and left is because he was mad that naruto (a person he considers kind of a failure) was actually getting stronger than him, but for the 800th time, this man is a very bad writer. it was simultaneously very funny and EXTREMELY FUCKING GRATING to see him try to backpeddle and make naruto constantly say that sasuke was the first person to truly understand and accept him when that is simply not true. you can't lie to me kishimoto i read the manga you wrote. i was there.

also i actually genuinely and extremely fucking hate how kishimoto made almost every female character have a crush on sasuke even when it did not/no longer made sense for them to have one and prioritized those crushes over character development every single time, because it's deeply sexist, and how the fandom uses that as a reason to hate said female characters, because that is ALSO EXTREMELY FUCKING SEXIST. like sorry to be a hag and a hater but i don't think the constant joke that sasuke is a feminist for treating women badly because he's gay so it's in service of yaoi is funny, actually. i think you all just hate women and give way more grace to the male characters who are poorly written than the female characters.

uhhh okay that's all i've got for now. there's probably more because this horrible shounen manga has tormented me for most of my years on this wretched earth but this is almost 3000 words and i am very tired so i'm calling it here. tl;dr i am just mad because i am angry but also i'm right. thank you for letting me explain my passions.

#t #asks #naruto time #not proofreading this. it is what it is.

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this week's media roundup has even more incoherent rambling about gundam than last week. that's where my brain's at I guess

listening (podcast): once again still listening to the Wing episodes of Great Gundam Project but I listened to their ep on the finale today so I just need to listen to their Endless Waltz ep and then I will be finished with that and move on to uhhh probably their 0079 episodes sorry I am So gundampilled right now. anyway. this makes me feel so much better for being confused & frustrated by the politics at the end of Wing but also kind of excited to rewatch it with my roommate (who's never seen it) at some point in our Gundam marathon because I really do think that watching 0079 first at least helps you understand what they're calling back to. like the answer to 'why is Zechs like that' is 'because he's based on Char' and I, watching Wing for the first time before any other Gundam, did not know who Char was yet

listening (music): I am perpetually just a little bit late to listen to new music but at least I did listen to new music this week. my fave thing about Mitski's I'm Your Man is how jarringly nice & pleasant the guitar accompaniment is for the first half, contrasted with the kinda eerie echo-y quality of the vocals and also like, what the lyrics are saying

reading: same things still. Rule of Wolves remains kind of mid and does not do anything particularly anything with any of the ideas it raises. Water Outlaws continues to be extremely cool and Imo does an extremely good job of expressing what would be very cool action sequences in a wuxia drama in a different medium. but also sometimes I wish I could see the cool fights because I like good fight choreography

watching: my parents visited this past weekend and one of the things we watch together is Ted Lasso, so I've seen a few more episodes of season 3 and honestly I'm kind of underwhelmed I guess? I have extremely mixed feelings about the handling of both of the queer plotlines (Keely getting a girlfriend & Colin's whole arc) that I'm not sure I care enough to type out. I like that Trent is around more though, I do like to see him

we've been watching the current season of Bakeoff (me & my roommate, not me & my parents), but it's not far enough for me to have strong favorites so I don't have much to say here other than that I do like the new host, she's fun

and now the most important part of this post, we've been watching Zeta Gundam. man. we're 17 episodes in and I'm having so much fun. I love Kamille, I love it when the main characters are doing armed resistance against the military hegemony even though I wish I had a better understanding of the scale of any of these factions, I love Quattro's stupid obnoxiously shiny gold mobile suit, I love the concept of Cyber Newtypes because it emphasizes the stuff about exploitation and dehumanization that I wanted more of in the discussion of Newtypes. I have many complex thoughts about gender (wish it wasn't always the women who are the most outspoken about peace and/or want to settle down to raise their children, or that women got a few more options besides that and dying in battle immediately after kissing the nearest man, but also I think there's something interesting in how many of the Cyber Newtypes and honestly also Newtypes are women like so far it's mostly women and protagonists and also Char). I miss Sayla. I hate that 26 year old Mirai dresses & styles her hair like a generic 45 year old housewife, please let her keep her style & personality even though she's a mother now I am begging you. I love Quattro's extremely 80s outfit. my head is very full of thoughts about how the child soldiers from 0079 are now a little older but still stuck in the same patterns because they're stuck as the people they were forced to become during the war and now they're perpetuating that on the next generation of kids forced into the conflict. thinking about Quattro trying to mentor Kamille and turning him into a soldier, and how Char & Amuro are both so shaped by the violence they've done that neither of them can conceive of themselves as anything else, with Amuro resenting/fearing his role as a soldier but not seeing any options for what he can be instead and Char leaning into it, again because he doesn't think he has any other options. tasty narrative foil situation. they should kiss about it. also I'm obsessed with how much the Beltorchika-Amuro-Char situation feels like a love triangle. Tomino didn't have to make Amuro's love interest a blonde in a pink normal suit with a comet-related callsign but as someone who is constantly thinking about Eve Kosofsky Sedgewick's writings on triangulated desire I'm very glad he did. this section is a mess, I'm so sorry, shout out to Zeta Gundam, I love watching teenagers bully Char and I hope Kamille gets to punch more cops

playing: still working on Ace Attorney 5, still on 5-4. just met Aura Blackquill and I love her already <3 unethical science lesbian <3

making: continuing the autumn theme that I've had pretty much every week, we made an apple pie, except we ran out of flour while making it so we couldn't sprinkle the crust with enough flour to make the filling thicken so it had the soggiest bottom imaginable. still tasted good though

more importantly, we are in our gunpla era and made the Michaelis from Witch from Mercury, a suit that everyone else on the internet seems to hate but I adore. I like it when robots are purple and look like they're wearing high heels, and also Shaddiq was one of my favorite GWitch characters which I realize is also a uhhhhh fairly unpopular opinion but anyway here it is

also because I think it's funny, here's what it currently looks like on display, leaning against the wall because it doesn't stand super well on its own but we don't have a base for it yet, and it looks So short next to the Pharact & Darilbalde

drinking: Thirsty Robot Brewing's key lime cheesecake sour, a beer that tasted so good I had to restrain myself from saying "wow this fucks" in front of my parents. it had lactose in it so it was a really nice amount of smooth & creamy, and the key lime flavor was really strong

also had a cocktail that had the most tailored to me list of ingredients imaginable: lemon vodka, creme de violette, elderflower liqueur, butterfly pea flower simple syrup, lemon juice, & lavender bitters. it truly is a shame that I cannot be bothered to acquire most of those ingredients on my own because wow that was tasty. I love it when drinks are citrus-y & floral, is the thing

writing: once again thwarted by not being able to write while watching Gundam (not a complaint). I swear I'm going to finish a fic again at some point

#dreaming.txt #weekly media roundup post

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