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mukamibabe · 2 years

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what would the diaboys(ayato,yuma,subaru) reaction to a s/o who is always joking,or being random,the when somebody hurts a friend of theirs hits the guy so hard that it literally leaves like a crater in the floor because you have crazy strength ,and you all of a sudden don't have that giggly personality you are out for blood( but your not a vampire)

okay, so to sum it up, a goofy/chaotic s/o surprising ayato, subaru and yuma with a sudden, bloodthirsty, change of mood. sounds good, thanks for the ask, anon! <3

ayato sakamaki:

"excuse me? where the hell did that strength just come from??"

truly, he’d be lowkey kinda shocked, lol. honestly, the two would get along so well, but it’d be an actual nightmare for his brothers. ayato, mostly,, is also pretty.. non-serious. so it’s a scary combination, mostly for reiji.

you two would definitely get in a lot of trouble, that i can see-

and while ayato is pretty silly normally, he does have his moments where he’s taking things a bit more seriously.

so, in a way, he can relate, but seeing you do a full 180 like that?? wow.

why the hell have you been holding back???

the bad thing about that is,, ayato will try to get them pissed off more often. i’m not saying ayato would like to be bodied by his s/o lmao but he’d love to see you try.

ayato thinks he’s invincible. actually, he knows he’s invincible, literally,,, but. he wants to see how much you can actually hurt him, simply because of the fact that he is underestimating his s/o.

honestly what would be even more surprising is if they’re a human because that,, doesn’t just happen?? anyways

i don’t want to say it scares him, because it doesn’t, but the sudden change of you is both.. exciting and slightly terrifying. he’s not scared of you, per se, but the way you switched so quickly was.

i actually think he’d lowkey wish that his s/o would stand up that way for him whenever reiji or one of his brother’s start running their mouths about him, but that’s not a good idea. also, ayato doesn’t actually want you to do that because he can stand for himself, and having anyone do it for him only makes him look weak. which, he is not.

subaru sakamaki:

naturally, another surprised vampire here.

honestly, he actually thinks it’s kind of admirable. it’s really,, morally good for them to be so protective over their friends. no, he doesn’t admit that, at least not like that.

first, though, he takes the initiative to remove his s/o from the situation.

now, he’s not innocent when it comes to completely wrecking people,, or objects, but if he knows anything, especially from his s/o, who he views to be a delicate little thing,, because he’s a monster, a vampire and whatnot. you know the deal, even if you make it known to him that you’re not some dainty little thing, he’s just.. not going to believe you.

anyways yeah, first thing he does, quickly pushing away his surprise, he’s got to clear up the scene. as if it’s a crime scene dfsjkdfsf

the last thing he wants is for his s/o to get themselves in more trouble. and he definitely doesn’t like how you seem to be out for blood. that’s his job.

again, like ayato, it’s super surprising because you don’t come off that way. at all. like, he really could have never expected for you to respond like that? for someone else, not even yourself, at that. that’s just one more thing to add to his idea that you’re too good for him.

honestly, he’s actually concerned as to why you haven’t like, acted out like that against him. he deserves it, does he not?

i actually feel like he’d bring that up to his s/o, too.

like, why haven’t you tried fighting back against me if you’re that strong?

not that you could beat him, and again, similarly to ayato, he’d like to see you try.

also ngl i don’t think he’d be able to deny the fact that strength is pretty attractive.

does this change his view on you? not entirely, but he does feel good knowing you can stand up for yourself, at least slightly. not that you could overpower him, but it’s good to know that you do have that sort of strength.

yuma mukami:

LOL honestly yuma would find it so hot. and unlike the others, he doesn’t lie about it, either.

he’d find it super sexy for some reason JDFHSJDF

no really though. again, of course, he’s impressed.

except, this does mean he’s going to be rougher with you from now on, especially knowing you can handle it.

i mean, with strength like that, you can handle a little bit more of manhandling, can’t you? you’re his good little s/o, you’ll be alright.

honestly, he’d love to see you in action. you really have just awaken something in him and idk if that’s a good thing or not lol

like subaru, he’s gotta clean up the crime scene. except that subaru was insistent about fleeing the scene whereas yuma is,, frankly, encouraging it. like, he’ll be willing to deal with the body if necessary.

omg honestly idk what else to say other than the fact that yuma would be even more obsessed with you-

and, like the others as well, he’d wonder why you haven’t really fought against him using that sort of strength. please. he wants you to so badly.

because obviously, probably from his own words, he can handle whatever you’re gonna do to him. with strength like that, you’d probably give him a little difficulty, maybe, but he’ll have you pinned easily. he’s a strong dude

and, another thing unlike the others, he’d be upfront about telling his s/o to try and fight him.

really, when i say yuma likes things rough, i mean it, and witnessing his s/o do that only fuels his fire.

just, stay away from azusa, okay?? can’t let him findin out about that crazy superhero strength you’ve apparently got.

#yuuuma #hes so hot JDJDDS #mukamis.. bro 🤤 HSDHGHHAHA #yuma mukami #mukami #yuma mukami x reader #sakamaki #Subaru Sakamaki #subaru sakamaki x reader #ayato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki x reader #Diabolik Lovers #Diabolik Lovers reactions #diabolik lovers x reader #my post

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 2 years

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also who said stede wasn’t in the wrong for the “born of the devil” comment. who said they were even comparable. two things do not have to be comparably or equally bad for both of them to be some degree of bad or harmful. stede’s comment was clearly worse however the intensity with which you all argue ed has never done anything wrong is annoying. i hope ed gets another love interest in s2 or something so you can all go ship that and leave stede alone

im sorry u see ppl say “ed has never done anything wrong in his life ever” and think we’re being 100% serious. im sorry that ppl making silly jokes abt their favorite pirate blorbo makes u so annoyed u keep hopping into the ask box of anyone who has anon turned on to argue abt it. truly. that sounds stressful for you.

i only brought up stede’s scene bc of how vehemently you seem to want to make stede seem like a helpless victim and ed like an uncaring asshole in e8. jack’s comments and general assholery were enabled equally by both ed trying to make his two friends get along AND by stede’s continued lack of communication. stede is not a large person, and he is enthusiastically effeminate/flamboyant, so how the fuck is ed supposed to know that comments like “who’s the big gal?” actually matter to stede??

the bar scene and the jack scene are both moments where ed and stede are trying to keep a social interaction going smoothly, and giving into peer pressure in different ways. ed gives into the classic jack ribbing that he’s used to without really realizing how upsetting it might be. stede describes ed as bloodthirsty to keep his table of douchebags smiling, even when he knows it was the wrong thing to say. one of those scenarios is more understandable to me than the other.

#ask #anon #edward teach #stede bonnet #calico jack #mine #stede anon gate #meta #txt #og #s1e08 #s1e10

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

#spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi x reader #spinner x y/n #spinner x you #college au #mha angst #student!reader

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"Smith family drama" anon: I agree that the joke was very tasteless and I absolutely roll my eyes at the Academy acting like they have any authority to really make moral judgements lol

I think I'm just sick of the knee jerk/extreme takes from people that want that "PICK ONE SIDE OR THE OTHER" black & white viewpoint.

People should shut down jokes like that and I could see specific situations where physical force may be necessary but I feel like people get bloodthirsty and aren't always thinking about the consequences of their actions even if people could understand where they're coming from.

Generally, I think it's best not to resort to violence if possible (yes it could have been more than/worse than a slap but also there's other options for a response.) I guess I would have gone for the classic flip em the bird which you could argue isn't exactly classy either or "chris if I wanted to see a clown act I would've gone to the circus but at least that would have actually been funny"

In conclusion, they both have issues, but I won't lie and say the memes don't amuse me.

Anonymous asked:

Will shouldn't have to return shit, the award is for skill and work, and was won before the whole thing went down. Asking him to return it is BullShit no matter how one looks at it. That being said, getting physical with someone to defend Jada's honour feels... Sad. In a pathetic way. I'm sorry, but I can't picture that woman even raising her voice to defend him, let alone her hand.

Anonymous asked:

"My thoughts will probably offend you" made a Imo pretty good video about the Will Smith slapping Chris Rock situation. You don't need to agree with everything she says, but she got some good points when it comes to the direct confrontation.

Grouping all these together.

I watched the video mentioned in the last ask. Beautiful woman. She would probably insult me for being in the same breathing space as her but, still, beautiful.

Earlier I kind of did an admittedly middling 'Oh, technically he shouldn't have resorted to violence' because, at the end of the day, I myself am always down to see people come to blows in matters of rudeness or disrespect. The whole 'Talk shit like a bitch, get struck like one too' mindset.

Realistically, however, we shouldn't resort to violence over words. The lady in the video brought up how a truly intelligent person could have taken the opportunity to cut Chris down with his words and make him feel bad down to his core (along the lines of 'Yeah, it's interesting for you to make that kind of joke because my wife has Alopecia. And it's kind of incurable. Like the trainwreck that is your acting career. Leave the comedy to actual comedians, okay?') but he let emotions that have obviously been building up get the best of him.

Do I still think it and the resulting memes were funny? I mean, I'm only human; of course. But, yeah, you typically don't want to hit anyone unless they try to hit you first.

And, again, if the Academy tries to say something like 'give back your award', they should just dismantle the whole thing.

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Child!Byleth going after Kronya? And maybe the student’s reactions to it?

Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

HOHO, I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS! I NEVER GOT TO WRITE

LITTLE BYLTEH’S EVIL SIDE, THANKS FOR THE HELP ANON!

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Child!Byleth going after Kronya HC’s

Child!Byleth Professor AU

His students learn why Jeralt and his mercenary company called him ‘The Ashen Demon’ ‘The Mad Dog of Shimano’.

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- The students had barely caught up to Byleth now. He ran ahead, faster than all of them to get to the person who killed his father.

- At first, they were worried for Byleth, for the initial group they sent out to attack was massive.

- Now?

- There were corpses scattered about everywhere, with their Tiny Professor covered in blood.

- Everyone was shocked, not being able to say anything. Byleth only stopped to kill the last soldier, driving the Sword of the Creator into their chest. Once they looked up, several more soldiers came rushing in, but stopped themselves.

- They just realized that the students didn’t help him, it was just the child.

(Soldier) “W-What in the…?!”

(Byleth) “Like roaches to the slaughter…!”

- Everyone, including the students took a step back, hearing the child’s voice growing more raspy, and bloodthirsty.

(Byleth) “It’ll take more than A FEW BUGS TO STOP ME!”

- The soldiers sent as reinforcements wasn’t just a ‘few’.

- They were a 20 man company.

(Soldier) “T-This kid’s got a screw loose! He’s crazy!”

(Mage) “Y-You don’t stand a chance, boy!”

(Byleth) “You fucks don’t even add to my body count…Now,

GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU MEATSACKS!”

I HEARD, IN MIDNIGHT

SOMEONE SCREAMED OUT INTO THE DARK

Class Reactions Under the Cut

Blue Lions

Dimitri -

- He couldn’t be any more proud of his Tiny Professor.

- For the crime of taking away his friend’s loved ones. There was to be no mercy, no respite.

- Seeing as his Professor was unleashed, it only made sense for the student to join him.

- He raised his lance and joined Byleth in the slaughter.

(Dimitri) “RIP THEM LIMB FROM LIMB!”

- He and Byleth became whirlwinds of death, killing everything that was in the general vicinity.

- With those two, each soldier died a horrific and painful death.

Dedue -

- He was disappointed in both Dimitri and the Professor.

- The Professor was supposed to stop his majesty from having these violent outbreaks, not encourage them.

- Regardless, he didn’t have time to reflect, he rushed in with the two and began fighting off the enemies.

Felix -

- This wasn’t the professor’s true colors. He was just overcome with grief and anger, so he could slightly understand…

- But that did NOT justify unleashing the Boar Prince as well.

- Whatever, he’d have a very very serious talk with Byleth afterwards.

Sylvain -

- Fear. That’s all there was in Sylvain.

- He was aware that Byleth had been a mercenary but…This level of carnage? He didn’t think someone that small could hold so much rage in them.

- After the shock wore off, he eventually joined in the fray.

Ashe -

- He couldn’t exactly tell off Byleth for his actions, because he felt the same rage when he fought the Western Church members who had corrupted Lonato.

- If anything, he was kinda happy Byleth was getting his revenge as well, but it still scared him just how brutal he was.

- He prayed to the Goddess he’d never make Byleth mad if he were on the other side of the sword.

Ingrid -

- She was scared for Dimitri and Byleth. She’d never seen either of them so vicious before, and she couldn’t move her pegasus to help for a while.

- It took Sylvain to get her out of the daze, but even then she couldn’t get the image out.

- She’d have to check in on them later, because this wasn’t right.

- It wasn’t them.

Mercedes & Annette -

- They could not move once they heard the Professor shout like that.

- All that time they had been babying him, it was then they truly realized he didn’t need any of that.

- He wasn’t a child, what was before them was a demon.

- Strangely enough, that only motivated them more to be there for the Professor and Dimitri. Both of them were surely just taken over by the grief. That couldn’t be the Professor in his right mind.

- It couldn’t possibly be.

Black Eagles

Edelgard & Hubert -

- They were barely shocked, if at all.

- After Jeralt’s death, they knew he was just waiting for the chance to unleash everything he had at once, and whatever poor bastard was on the other side today…

- Well, they got what was coming.

- Wasting no time, they both immediately joined the Professor, though they were not nearly as sadistic as him.

Caspar -

- No time to care, there were enemies everywhere!

- Well, there used to be anyway.

- All Caspar wanted was to help his professor take revenge, to hell with these people!

Ferdinand & Dorothea -

- Genuine shock froze them in place. To think, their tiny Professor was capable of such bloodshed.

- Ferdinand gulped hard, barely able to process just how quickly Byleth was killing…No, slaughtering the enemy.

- This wasn’t just a battlefield for revenge, this was a massacre in his eyes.

- Dorothea felt something similar, tempted to take her hat off in respect. But in the end, they truly deserved none. She nudged Ferdinand in the shoulder, and moved forward. He quickly joined.

Bernadetta -

- She screamed once she saw the child kill all 20 of the soldiers with barely any help, and the fight only lasted about 10 seconds.

- Bernadetta wanted to run away, and honestly no one would’ve blamed her if she did.

- But, this was the moment the professor needed her the most, to leave now would be a complete betrayal of his trust.

- Reluctantly, she grabbed her bow, took a deep breath, and joined the fight.

Petra -

- She was beside herself once the bodies started hitting the floor.

- She was no stranger to combat at this point, but this wasn’t even combat. The soldiers she saw didn’t even have a chance to fight back. This was what she did with animals.

- This was a hunter and a prey, but this hunter wasn’t killing for survival. It was for sport at this point.

- She shook her head, hoping that this would not be permanent, and helped out.

Linhardt -

- He was sicked, absolutely sickened by all this blood.

- He expected Edelgard or Hubert to be capable of this carnage, not their tiny professor.

- The fact that a mere child was performing such crimes made him sick to his stomach.

- At the same time, he couldn’t run. They were here because they had taken away Jeralt, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let them get away with it because of his personal distaste.

Golden Deer

Claude -

- To think, after what he said after the graveyard would lead to this.

- He knew that in battle, Byleth was absolutely lethal but…this? This he couldn’t even fathom

- It was like some twisted joke.

- He sighed, drawing arrows from his quiver.

- It was time to help Byleth…Not that it looked like h needed any.

Leonie -

- She didn’t care about how brutally the soldiers were dying. In fact, she started up a little competition with Byleth as she fought with him.

- How many kills could they get for Jeralt?

- They had taken someone dear from her to, and was she going to do all she could to help Byleth take revenge.

Lysithea, Lorenz & Hilda -

- They genuinely didn’t know what to do.

- From the look of things, Byleth could singlehanded slaughter the entire enemy force, and that wasn’t even including the help from Leonie.

- It absolutely terrified them, seeing a child killing with such hatred.

Raphael & Ignatz -

- They saw just how brutally Byleth was ripping them apart. They stood still, not believing their own eyes.

- The professor around Raphael, sure he wasn’t that emotive, but seemed so happy and easygoing!

- Seeing this side of him shook Raphael to the core. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at Byleth the same.

- Meanwhile with Ignatz, he was always so calm and collected, he had never seen the professor angry at the academy at all.

- Ignatz knew that if it were just them in a room, he’d start sweating.

Marianne -

- She was so confused.

- The professor was always so kind and patient with her, to see this side was jarring.

- She recalled all the moments when he helped her out so many times, and with a tiny smile on his face.

- That all seemed so distant now.

- She prayed to the goddess that this wasn’t permanent.

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