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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Trending Topics - A Dabi x Reader Fanfic

I intended to post this on Saturday in honor of Dabi's Dance being animated but I finished it earlier than expected and I have no patience so I'm unleashing it to the world now, a few hours early lol. I hope everyone enjoys!

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Creampie. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, spoilers for Dabi's Dance!

Dabi leans back on the couch and holds his phone up to his face. “Let’s see what everyone has to say about my old man now,” he mutters, opening various social media apps to see what the general public’s reaction to his shocking video was. He could already imagine the outrage over the abuse allegations, the anger over the number one hero raising a violent murderer. He could also imagine the fanboys who would defend Endeavor no matter what, who would go to online war with the detractors who were horrified by Dabi’s video. All of it would be amusing to read through. Dabi will enjoy the online chaos. So he grins wickedly as he opens Twitter.

The names Dabi, Endeavor, and Todoroki Touya are already trending. Naturally. But then Dabi notices a few other “trending topics” that catch his eye. “#Dabisofine”, “#Touyasohot”, and “#SteponmeDabi” are all trending. Surprised and curious, Dabi begins clicking through some of the posts. After a few minutes, he sits up from the couch and stares at the screen incredulously. The tweets flashing by his eyes are definitely not what he expected the result of his video to be.

“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”

“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”

“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”

“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”

“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”

Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.

Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.

Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.

“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”

“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”

“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”

Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.

Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.

*****

You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.

You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.

You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”

The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.

He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”

“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”

He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”

You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?

“Can I… touch you?” you ask.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.

You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.

Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”

Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.

“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.

When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”

He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.

When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.

You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.

His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”

He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”

You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.

Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.

Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”

With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.

Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.

Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.

You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.

After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.

He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.

“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!”

Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.

You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”

That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.

He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”

He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.

You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.

Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.

Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised. Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.

After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”

He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”

You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”

You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”

You look up at him. “Hmm?”

“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”

“Do you mind if I do?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”

You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”

He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”

“Of course I do!”

There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”

You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”

He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.

*****

Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.

“Got railed by the hottest Todoroki! Best day ever! #Dabisofine #Yesithasstaples #Villainsdoitbetter #EatshitEndeavor”

#Dabi x Reader #Dabi x You #Dabi Smut #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Todoroki Touya #Dabi Fanfiction

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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Strangers in Love

Chapter 4

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: You and Nanami have a much needed discussion.

Genre: Divorce AU

Story Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Divorce, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Arguments, Ex-Husband Nanami Kento

Nanami is standing with you outside your door, his eyes locked on your hand gripping his arm. You asked him to stay. You wanted him to stay. Nanami’s not sure how he got here with you as the night went to complete shit due to his lack of emotional control. The way he acted like a petulant child whose favorite toy had to be shared with someone else - it was mortifying. But he couldn’t help feeling that way when it came to you. He misses you. He still loves you. It had to be so damn obvious to you - as obvious as it was to him in this moment where you’re looking up at him with big pleading eyes. You have to know. He can’t deny it. And despite the sour turn of events, it all brought him here with you, where you asked him to stay .

He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze before he nods.

In the foyer of your apartment, you both slip your shoes off in silence. You reach over to flip the lights on and it’s all too familiar to Nanami, though slightly uncomfortable now. He ignores the way his heart beats against his rib cage rapidly as you hang up his jacket for him and he follows you to the living room. He takes in your surroundings. Your taste in decor has certainly changed, he notes. It’s more mature now, full of little things that make the space more…yours. You have photographs neatly placed on your side table and bookshelves. None that Nanami recognizes and he feels a sudden pang of guilt and sadness that these are memories you created without him.

Your voice pulls him out of his pity party to ask if he’d like a glass of wine.

“Merlot?” he asks. A wide grin spreads across your face and Nanami’s heart beats even faster if possible. He hasn’t seen that grin in some time. He missed it.

“Merlot”, you answer. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back with the good stuff.”

He watches as you turn to make your way to the kitchen before he goes back to surveying his surroundings. There’s a picture on your bookshelf of you and your family on a trip to what appears to be somewhere outside of Japan. He’s not sure where, but it looks beautiful and it looks fun. He continues exploring, finding a picture of you and Gojo at a bar. He’s got his arm slung around your shoulders, pulling you against him with his head thrown back laughing. You’re sipping your drink, the camera capturing the exact moment you rolled your eyes. Despite the annoyed expression you wear, it’s clear to Nanami that you were having a great time. Again, he wonders how many nights out you’ve had with Gojo and if it ever led to anything more than a platonic outing.

He lets his jealousy wash over him for the briefest of seconds before he lets it go. He has no room to be upset about anything you’ve done in the time you haven’t seen each other, or even now for that matter. You taught Nanami that lesson the hard way just an hour ago.

He moves across the space to take a seat on your couch. Your apartment is cozy and comfortable. Nanami imagines you curled up on the couch reading a book or watching your favorite shows like you used to do in the apartment you shared years ago. He loved coming home to find you asleep on the couch, though now that he thinks back you probably only did that because you were waiting up for him to get back from work.

Your approaching footsteps from down the hall bring him back to the present and he smiles up at you as you hand him a glass of merlot. You’ve changed out of your dress and into a cute t-shirt with some anime character he’s positive he’s never heard of and some shorts.

“Sorry, I had to get out of that dress”, you apologize. He’s not sure why you do. He doesn’t care that you’ve changed your clothes, but he nods, ignoring the thought that he would have also liked to get you out of that dress. He can’t help it. You’re as beautiful as he remembers.

“Don’t worry about it. I think you look great in anything”, he tells you and he tries to hide the blush he’s sure is spreading across his cheeks when you giggle. It sounds exactly how he remembers - bubbly, cute, music to his ears .

“Thank you for having me over”, he says as he sips his wine. The merlot is delicious - dry, but with big fruit flavors. It’s similar to the bottle he ordered at the restaurant. He inwardly celebrates a win at still knowing what wine you enjoyed. You take a seat on the couch across from him, crossing one leg under you and Nanami tries not to pay too much attention to the way your shorts ride up your thighs.

You’re smiling at him, your fingers tapping your glass. “I didn’t want the night to end just yet”, your voice is small with your confession.

“Me neither”, he agrees just as quietly.

You’re both sitting in comfortable silence, sipping your wine and simply enjoying each other’s presence. After a moment, you speak up.

“I owe you an apology.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, “what for?”

“For the way I spoke to you tonight. For the things I said to you at dinner.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to apologize for that. It was the truth and…I needed to hear it. It was sobering.”

You nod and return to silence though it’s clear to him that you want to keep talking. He hopes he doesn’t hit a sore spot bringing this up but–

“Why did you say I didn’t fight for you?” He asks. Your eyes meet his and you purse your lips together in a thin line.

“Because you didn’t”, you state simply.

“The day you left and for days following, I called you so many times. I bombarded you with text messages and all were unanswered.”

Your shoulders rise with a shrug. “It was too late by then, Nanami. And that’s not when you should have fought. For a long time I asked you to do things that would have helped save our marriage, things that would have made me feel less alone and you didn’t.” You paused to take a sip of your wine before continuing. “I spent a lot of nights waiting for a text that you were okay when you weren’t home yet and they never came. Or a call saying you’d be home late for dinner. They never came. Any conversation I tried to have with you was quickly shut down because you were too tired and just wanted peace and quiet. When I left, I blocked your number for a while because I knew I would go back if you asked me to…and nothing would change.”

Nanami stared down into his glass of wine as you continued to list off the ways he put no effort into fighting for your marriage. At the time, all he worried about was working to save enough money for Malaysia - a dream he now realizes he let take everything from him. You deserved more from him. He let his own dream consume him and it destroyed you in the process.

“Did you know I suspected you were having an affair?” You confessed. Nanami shook his head, watching your expression.

“Yeah”, you laughed humorlessly. “I even went through your things while you showered once. I was so convinced you were cheating. That that was the reason it seemed you couldn’t stand me anymore - couldn’t stand my touch, when I spoke to you.” He watched as you turned your head away from him, quickly swiping your cheek and he knew you were trying to hide that you were crying. He felt his stomach twist.

When you turned your head back, Nanami held his hand out to you. You watched his open hand, hesitating for just a moment before you took it.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles softly and you nod, acknowledging the apology but you don’t continue. Nanami takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “I never cheated on you, I would never cheat on you.”

He leans forward to place his wine glass down on the coffee table in front of him before he scoots closer to you and reaches over to take your glass as well. He holds out his other hand for you to take, which you do.

“I should have been so much better to you. I failed you as a husband and I truly can’t apologize to you enough. I let my own dreams cloud my judgment. I assumed you’d always be there no matter what while I took advantage of the love and trust you had in me.”

With both hands now held in Nanami’s, the tears rolled freely down your cheeks. It hurts him to see, but Nanami pushes forward.

“My greatest mistake was not fighting for you, for our marriage, for us . I wish I could express how incredibly sorry I am. You suffered because of me and you didn’t deserve it. I was an idiot, a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.”

You choke back a sob, pulling a hand away to wipe at your eyes and Nanami can’t stop himself from cupping your face between both his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears. Your hands come up to hold his wrists and it feels like you’re both in the elevator again. The room feels like it’s shrinking in on you and Nanami realizes it’s because your faces are slowly drifting closer. Your eyes drop down to his lips so quickly he would have missed it if his own eyes weren’t locked on yours. He leans even closer and you meet him halfway, noses brushing against each other the way they did just hours prior.

Your eyes flutter closed as you breathe out, “I never asked because I was scared but are you seeing anyone? Married?”

“No,” he answers immediately. He runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours, his lips ghosting over your own and you sigh. Nanami bites back the groan that threatens to escape as your hands slide up his arms to land on his chest. The room is so quiet, save for both your increasingly rapid breaths as your noses continue touching.

“Good”, you purr.

“And you?” Nanami asks as he brings a hand to rest on the back of your neck. “You’re not dating Gojo, but is there anyone else? Married?”

“No”, you answer just as quickly.

“Good. Because I only saw red simply thinking about you dating Gojo. I might have actually combusted if I had found out you were married.”

His confession elicits a moan from you and he has to resist kissing you right then and there. Instead, he continues laying his heart out before you. “I’ve missed you”, he says. “I miss you. Present tense.”

You nod, “I miss you too.”

It’s quiet again, your hands now curled into the material of his shirt hanging on for dear life while you and Nanami continue to caress each other’s noses, too scared to move further until Nanami finally does. A desperate sigh rushes past his lips and he pulls slightly away from you, bringing his thumb down to trace your bottom lip.

You’re staring up at him, eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks flushed and he wants you more than he ever has in his entire life right now. He leans back down, pressing his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly. His answer is met with silence from you, the only sound being your breathing and nothing else. “ Please. ”

Please say yes. He thinks he’ll die if you say no. But if you do say no, he’ll accept it. He’ll accept that though you both miss each other, there’s nothing remaining between you two. He’ll be heartbroken, but he’ll have deserved it. He’ll–

“ Kento ”, you whisper his name and he knows what’s next. You’ll let him down as easily as you can, maybe tell him it may be best for him to go. He closes his eyes, waiting for the blow. Your hands tug the fabric of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you tilt your head up, your lips hovering just over his, “ Kiss me ”.

It’s all he needs to hear before his lips are crashing into yours in a desperate, searing kiss. Nanami kisses you hard, fervently, like he’s a dying man and the only thing that can save him is a kiss from you. He runs his tongue along your lip, begging for entrance and you grant it to him easily, sighing into his mouth. Nanami presses his tongue against yours and he can’t stop the deep guttural groan that escapes him as he revels in this familiar taste that he’s missed so fucking much .

Your fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until his shirt falls open. You break the kiss almost reluctantly to pull back and take him in. Nanami is sure he looks wrecked, pupils blown, hair mussed, lips red and swollen from kissing. You don’t seem to care though, your fingers reaching forward to his exposed chest. You press your hands against his bare skin and Nanami whimpers softly, his face coming down to hide in the crook of your neck. He’s so touch starved for you, he doesn’t care how desperate it makes him look. He is desperate - for you .

Your fingers graze down his chest, over his nipples and he shivers at your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist as he leans back and pulls you into his lap to straddle him.

“Is this okay?” He whispers as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Yes, Kento.” You breathe, tilting your head to the side to give him more access as he kisses that sensitive spot right underneath your jaw. Your hands continue their journey down, now grazing over his abdomen and you moan softly as his muscles flex underneath your touch. “You’re even more fit than before.”

He chuckles lightly. “I had to blow off steam somehow the last five years.”

Nanami brings one hand around to press against the small of your back as he trails the other up along your spine. He remembers you liking that and apparently you still do because your hands shoot up to grab onto his shoulders tightly as you whimper loudly. Nanami feels his cock twitch, straining against his slacks but he doesn’t have time to calm himself down as you bring your hips down to meet his.

The sensation shocks Nanami for a moment, then his hips come up to meet yours as his eyes roll back briefly at the feeling of your warmth against him. He wants nothing more than to be inside you, to connect with you again, not just on a physical level but an emotional one as well. But he also wants to take his time with you. He wants to remind you that he still knows how to make you come undone with just his touch. That despite what you may think - be it he stopped caring, stopped being attracted to you, stopped loving you - none of it was true.

“ Fuck ,” you moan, “Kento, I need you. Please, I need you so badly right now.”

You roll your hips against his again, harder this time and Nanami has to break away from kissing your neck to groan. He’s trying to catch his breath, but goddamnit you’re making it so hard for him - literally.

“Can I take your shirt off,” he gasps out. You nod, raising your arms above your head and Nanami pulls your shirt off and tosses it somewhere behind the couch.

You’re not wearing a bra.

His eyes roam over you hungrily, drinking in the sight before him. The draft in the room already has your nipples hardening. He leans forward, taking your right nipple into his mouth while his hand comes up to caress your left breast. You cry out, hands finding purchase in his hair and he doesn’t care in the least that you’re pulling him closer to your chest by the roots. His mouth works your nipple, tongue lapping, lips sucking until he switches to the other and repeats the motions. You’re keening over him, hips grinding down on him and it’s taking all his willpower to not throw you onto the floor and take you right there.

You push him back, climbing off of his lap to lay back on the couch, pulling Nanami on top of you as you make quick work of undoing his belt. As you work to get his pants off, Nanami pulls your shorts down only after you nod with approval. He tosses your shorts off to the side, not caring where they land as he takes in the sight of you in only your panties.

You pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxer briefs. His stare must make you uncomfortable because you bring your thighs together to hide yourself. He smiles gently down at you as he caresses your hips, dragging his hands up your legs until they rest on your knees.

“You’re beautiful”, he murmurs. He presses his hands against your knees softly. “Open your legs for me, my love.”

And you do.

Nanami watches as you spread your thighs and he imagines this must be what it’s like to watch the gates of heaven open.

There’s a wet spot at the center of your panties, evidence of your arousal. He’s glad he’s not alone in this because he can feel the dampness of his precum soaking through his own undergarments. He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly in anticipation and he can’t wait anymore. He reaches forward, pressing his thumb against your center, mouth falling open slightly when your back arches as you gasp.

You sit up, lips slamming into his as you push his shirt off his shoulders and pull him down on top of you. “I want you. I need you”, you breathe against his lips. Your hands find the waistband of his briefs and Nanami’s find the waistband of your panties, both tugging the articles of clothing down. He throws your panties to the side, but you only get his briefs halfway down his thighs before he’s moving your hand.

He wraps his hand around his throbbing dick, pumping himself as your eyes watch ardently. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips and Nanami hums in appreciation.

“You don’t know how many nights I’ve gone thinking about you”, he mutters, eyes locked on you. He’s still pumping himself as he speaks. “So many nights with my hand wrapped around my cock just like this–” he squeezes himself, dragging his hand up his length and grunting as he watches the precum drip slowly from his tip onto your soaked cunt. “I’ve missed you every single day for the last five years. I won’t deny it. I can’t.”

Your hips come up to seek friction and Nanami places a hand on your thigh to hold you down. “Kento…” you murmur.

“I know, my love. We’ll get there, but I need to tell you this.”

He leans over you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slick folds. You whine at the sensation, back arching to press your chest against his. “I always wondered if I’d ever see you again. If I’d ever have you like this again. I had given up hope. I was ready to let you just live your life and forget about me even if I couldn’t forget about you.”

He presses himself against your entrance, not moving and your breath hitches as you stare up at him. He returns your gaze with the same desire, the same intensity. “I’m so glad I ran into you in the bakery that day. It felt like the gods had taken pity on me. And when you agreed to dinner, I didn’t think we’d end up here. It wasn’t my intention, but–” he kisses you again, sweetly. “It’s the perfect opportunity for me to tell you–” he groans loudly as he pushes forward, sliding into you slowly, taking his time, “ I still love you ”, he says through gritted teeth.

Fuck, you feel so good. He remembers sex with you always feeling amazing, but in this moment he worries he might cum right this very second if he moves. He closes his eyes, letting a shudder wrack through his body as your walls squeeze down on him. You’re panting into his shoulder, whispering his name over and over and it’s really not helping the overwhelming desire to cum right now.

Nanami steadies himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he moves, thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he pumps into you.

“I–” you gasp, bringing your hips up to meet his and crying out at the way the action makes Nanami hit your cervix deliciously, “I– missed you too. I’ve missed you for so long. How could I ever forget you?” you breathe against him.

He kisses you, brows knitting together as he tries so hard not to cum hearing your confession. He didn’t deserve you. He knows it and despite it all, you still missed him the way he missed you.

He lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist and he picks up his pace, the loud smack of your bodies meeting over and over again filling the space of your apartment. Your breaths are becoming erratic and Nanami knows you’re as close as he is. He can feel your walls tightening, only making it harder for him to not release himself into you just yet.

He pounds into you harder, faster, relishing the lewd noises he’s pulling from you. You wrap your arms around his back, hand landing on that spot between his shoulder blades that always makes him come undone. He hangs on the best he can, adjusting himself so he can grab the flesh of your ass as he fucks you into the couch.

“Kento, Kento, Kento”, you moan loudly. “Oh, fuck - oh god, I’m close. Baby, I’m so close –”

Nanami grunts in acknowledgment, squeezing your ass hard. “Cum for me, love.”

He feels your walls flutter around him, your body stiffening as your orgasm rips through you. You’re screaming his name as Nanami presses his face into the crook of your neck and thrusts himself into you one, two, three times before his release rips through him, painting your walls white with his cum. He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life and the feeling has his mind reeling with memories of you.

Him meeting you in high school, late night phone calls when you went your separate ways for college, his first confession of his feelings for you, moving into together, your engagement and wedding. And then the sadness hits him like a train - memories of you trying to hide that you were crying, ignored phone calls and text messages that led to your extreme loneliness, the way he treated you and ultimately lost you.

He’s still pumping into you, his release now dripping out of you and onto the couch when he feels the tears emerge, running down his cheeks and onto your shoulder. He chokes back a quiet sob as he keeps fucking you, muttering whispered I’m so sorrys and I love yous into your neck over and over again.

You loop your arms around his neck, your fingers combing through his hair lovingly as you shush him. Nanami can’t remember the last time he let himself cry. The action felt foreign to him, but as you soothed him through his breakdown, he just couldn’t bring himself to care.

He doesn’t know how long he’s thrusting into you as he apologizes profusely, but when he stops, you only turn your head to kiss his cheek. Nanami slips out of you, you both whimpering at the loss and lays beside you. He folds you into his arms lovingly, kissing the top of your head. You sigh into him as you wrap your arms around him and snuggle closer.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” you mumble, sleep already overtaking you.

“Of course I will, my love.”

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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Psychotherapy

Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

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tazanimated · 1 year

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Pre-production revealed!

Since the project is finally finished, I thought people might like to see the reference materials given to all of the participants!

Because TAZ is a podcast with no visuals and no canonical look for anything, people were allowed to do whatever they wanted with the characters with a few specific exceptions, otherwise we were worried it might become impossible for people to follow the finished video.

Participants were given both a rough animatic to dictate screen direction, and a PDF that had written descriptions of what details absolutely had to be visible in the characters (Taako is an elf and he has a tall wizard hat mentioned in episode, the boys don't have bracers but Brian and Killian do, etc.), descriptions of the settings as given in-episode, the video specs required to be able to put the whole thing together in the end, a heavily edited version of @tazscripts transcript of the episode, and a few other details deemed important at the time. Participants were also given the email addresses of the people whos claimed parts came before and after their own in hopes that people would collaborate to make sure their shots connected well.

The written descriptions in the PDF were decorated with lovely illustrations like these to hopefully simplify the information people had to take in

Animatic links:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8zt0iEBnaOiRGMzaTAxVk1SbFE/view?usp=sharing&resourcekey=0-Ort-If3RjzskRnr2mifZfA

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8zt0iEBnaOiX2p6QjJ1Sk1lblU/view?usp=sharing&resourcekey=0-IX8MSK8y9E9f275-r48EuQ PDF links:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/13oWYkJKqV37-1vRBJTSbsxyM9Qly_WU0/view?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1eUAWigJMy6-2qE5U6nrnGy3hl6LzXVEl/view?usp=sharing You'll notice there are two versions of each the animatic and PDF, as linked below. Originally, the episode was only going to cover the second half post-commercial until the call for animators was reshared by Clint on Twitter at the last minute and enough people signed up that it felt appropriate to do the first part as well, and we are forever grateful because the episode is so much better for it! The Disney Channel-parody for the commercial was also completely Andobiki's idea, it was so exciting that I went digging through later episodes for clean "Davenport" clips specially for that.

A few favorite selections from the PDFs are shared as screenshots under the cut, but aside from that!

While I don't know if the others have seen it (send a message if you find out!), Travis watched about half of the episode ON STREAM the day the video came out! For anyone curious about his reaction, it's about an hour and 20 minutes into this twitch vod https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1719528840

Thank you to everyone who watched and shared the finished video, thank you even more to everyone who followed along even when this project seemed like it might not make it, and thank you the most to all of the animators yet again for making the amazing work you did!

An example of how much was cut from the final episode: Black text is used, red is important actions cut from audio, grey is just cut completely

Merle's excessive detail notes because everything about him changes so much over the course of the show

What the partitions for each section of animation look like in text. (Funnily, I chose this at random, but this particular section was taken by a group and turned into a single part)

The beautiful animatic

Best part of the animatic "OOC (out of character), go nuts"

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taravangianlistenstothebeachboys · 2 days

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Some notes from watching Ghibli's Tales from Earthsea:

I guess they were hoping having Lebannen be a killer runaway would make him more engaging a character than he was in Le Guin's books. Certainly its a more exciting introduction than "was sent to Roke and Ged decided he should tag along." But this is hampered by how Lebannen and all these characters have maybe two character traits between them.

No matter how bad the movie is, if its a Ghibli film its gonna be beautiful. The background artists for this should be given a medal. Hork town especially is incredible:

Although these are clearly Ghibli asthetics more than Earthsea aesthetics. We got all your Ghibli staples: the weird mammals that are almost real animals, the random fighterpilot elements in the costume design, that one weird type of hood, etc.

I do like the action scene of Lebannen dealing with the slavers. Only well-paced part of the film I've seen.

The shadow "visiting" Lebannen while he rests was done very well. The color dimming, the shadow on the water, the rushing wind towards him, its all great. I'm especially a fan of how when Lebannen looks over his shoulder, he sees nothing but a stream of water coming out of a wall. Fits with what's actually happening on in the dryland very well.

The "Ged rescues Lebannen but only takes the chains off the other slaves" is a weird detail to keep in the adaptation, though I guess it's less an obviously dick move when the slaves aren't trapped on a boat with their former captors.

I feel mixed about this version of Cob? Making him the slaver lord isn't a bad choice, though it does kind of positions slavery in Earthsea as "the bad thing that the one bad guy is doing" instead of, y'know, a cornerstone of Hork Town's economy.

They don't make him an especially originally villain either. He's literally introduced with the old "flash of villains castle, lieutenant comes in nervously to report on escape, almost gets killed until he mentions something important" trope. They did kind of flatten him into the stock fantasy big bad.

But Cob from the books didn't really have a lot going on character-wise either, so its less offensive a flattening than some of the other characters. And I do like his character design alot. That eye makeup is some Hot Topic Shit but it works. The thin lips and tall everything is a type of exaggeration I don't see in Ghibli's character design very often.

Christ, Ged's monologue about the balance and true names is really just plopped on the audience's lap like a dead mouse. The bridge from "why does a wizard like farming" to "everything has a true name that wizard's use for its power" is nonexistent. They really couldn't find another place to explain the basics of the magic system? Couldn't seed it with Ged using true names while freeing the slaves? No? Lord.

The ghibli food twitters aren't gonna touch this movie. No love was put into that cheese.

Oh this depiction of the dry lands fucks. Love how the sky is a completely different artstyle than anything else in this movie, really sells this as a weird and alien place.

Hare and two suspicious women clutching each other and going "they're not from around here" are the only time this movie has felt like it knew what it was doing. They're giving them banter and the actors are being allowed to put emotion into their voices. They're actually breaking out facial expressions for these guys.

God all the dialogue is so bad.

WHEN IS THIS SONG GONNA FUCKING END

What the fuck is Lebannen and Tehanu's relationship. None of their emotional beats have any real connection.

The thing haunting Lebannen (are they giving him the gebbeth plotline?) always makes the best scenes. Lebannen struggling to wade through the muck while the shadow casually strolls atop the water's surface creates such great tension and horror.

Tenar keeps talking about being rescued from the tombs and pausing like there's about to be a flashback. Why are they bringing so much attention to that detail if they're not gonna tie it in to anything. Either have it be an aside to make the world feel richer without it being a thing your constantly gesturing at, or don't bring it up at all.

It really was a choice to take the worst Earthsea book as the main thing they're adapting. All the "life without death is no life" rubbish and not even Le Guin's prose to save it. It's not even a theme the rest of the movie seems concerned with.

Why are they taking something called "Earthsea" and making 90% the outskirts of Hork Town. We saw the ocean like twice. This supposedly expansive fantasy world feels twenty feet across.

Having Tehanu follow the gebbeth to the castle is honestly a really cool adaptational choice. I do like the weird conflict they set up between the gebbeth and Cob over who gets to have Lebannen.

Great shot of Cob getting amputated. Thats some Mononoke-level satisfying gore.

See when Ged didn't do shit for most of The Far Shore it was fine, because it was the third book in the series and the reader already knew why he was a big deal. Here we keep hearing how cool and powerful he is but get shown nothing.

2D has grown odd in his old age.

They have not set up dragons as a thing (or connectd them to Tehanu) nearly enough for this ending to work. Having Tehanu transform instead of calling Kalesin works adaptation-wise though.

Final analysis: I liked Hork Town. I like how the dragons trail sparks from their eyes. I like Cob going all gooey. I like Hare. These were the isolated pockets in an otherwise bland experience. The plot was barely held together and I can't imagine someone who hadn't read the books would be able to enjoy this at all.

#mals says #studio ghibli #tales from earthsea #ursula k. le guin #mals reads earthsea

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keysandcrosses · 8 months

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hi i saw ur sanji tweet that got u cooked in the qrts lmao i did find it funny tho, i'm just starting the story and heard abt sanji's backstory and i've liked him a lot so far, does his perv gag go too far at some point of the story? so far i've only see him talk about the beauty of women and being servicial, so i didn't thought ppl would hate him for it, hope i can read ur opinion on this ^__^

why does all of china know i got cooked on twitter LMAO

anyway, i don't think i am the best person to ask this to cause i literally love the perv gag and i personally think there's pervy characters in other anime that are 10 times worse than sanji lol

i'm in episode 640 and the worst i've seen him do was touch nami's boobs while he was in her body. (as in bodyswap) but i honestly would have looked under my pants if i ever switched bodies with a man so i can't blame him LOL

but when he's himself, he never touches women inappropiately. the worst i've seen him do is like, sniff perona? lol people that complain he's "ruined" in post-timeskip usually fail to mention he went 2 years without seeing "a beautiful" woman and knowing a lot of his character focuses on how he goes out of his way to do anything for women at all times. it makes sense to me that he went a little coo coo.

he also went straight to an island with mermaids right after that so he makes a total fool of himself but i loved how it was handled. like there's repercussions for him AND his crew. and the people that keeps bringing up that accident fail to mention oda used him as a narrative device. the story progressed because of it which i find ten times better than doing it just because perv = funny. it was also foreshadowed in the water 7 and thriller bark arc that sanji was going to lose his marbles the moment he laid eyes on a mermaid. so idk, people can say a lot of shit about oda but he's quite decent at making the perv gag worth it and actually funny in my opinion LOL

anyway, hope this helps at least get you prepared for the rest.

#tbh im always getting cooked for the dumbest shit there #asks #i already stated im biased so if u come for me #imma manifest into your house and throw legos on your bedroom's floor

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not to sound like I'm crying but hololive's relationship with their artists are like, the PEAK when it comes to respect and creativeness. I love it so much.

Bijou's transformation being made by Henshin (who was previously just doing myth fanart), Kronii's artist being SO supportive on the side (watches her streams, draws her when they have the time), Kanaoru starting from creating fanart to being one of their biggest 3D artist, and the talents constantly using their fanarts for thumbnails and giving their credit both in Twitter and YT

Not only that but you can also tell that the studio that makes their anime MV's and sequence have a blast in creating them, and its so high quality too. My goodness, Marine's MV's are so horny yet you can FEEL that they did whatever they could to make it as beautiful as they could to fit Marine's vision. My goodness, I STILL think of that church sequence in that MV. They didn't have to go so hard but they did, and I'm excited for the new Marine anime tonight

The vtuber gives an image to the audience and the audience gives it back to them tenfold, and it's not in a toxic way either. Kronii for example was set up to her lore as this dominatrix character yet the audience didn't blink when from over time, she showed that she was nothing like that (her subway arc being the last goodbye to lore) and it's so cool that they don't let things stick unless the talent WANTS it to. It applies to shipping too and it's amazing to see them set boundaries for it (like micomet constantly admitting that they're not dating and they're freely independent of each other's brand despite being so close on stream and how supportive they are of each other)

It's almost symbiotic tbh. I love witnessing it from the side as someone who watches Vtubers from time to time.

(btw, I haven't seen much incidents regarding art too, like rushing studios and deadlines to their artist, I usually don't go looking for their flaws. I apologize if this may seem ignorant or have missed an event that tells this post otherwise, I just want to voice out what I really like about hololive's talents and their artists)

#hololive #bleerambles

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This Week in BL - 2023 Begins!

Jan 20232 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 4 of 12 - I keep saying this, but I can’t get over how delighted I am to have Perth back on my screen, and under the GMMTV umbrella. He is a stellar actor. I like that the first kiss of this show wasn’t btw the leads. Felt more realistic to high school. Big drama next week!

My School President (Fri YT) 5 of 10 - I missed these two so much last week. But also there was A MUSICAL INCIDENT and it caused a bit of a rant from yours truly.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 9 of 12 - no ep this week, resumes tomorrow WATCH ALONG HERE.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 7 of 11 - Game remains my spirit animal (pushy fucker), and the plot of the main couple is interesting even if I don’t like the cheating component.

Cutie Pie 2 You (special) 1 of 4 - Oh it’s a full on special. Very very pretty and, is possible, more sappy and full of manufactured angst. Nuea protecting Hia’s interests was sweet. Lots of making out. So... more of the same, basically. What year are we in now, anyway?

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 8 of 12 - (note from my Thai language spy rgr ep 5: the writing on the stone tablets was their names + 2 family members) And now we are suddenly firmly in BL territory and baby Dom is just a baby Seme. No bisexual identity crisis needed... just diving into cheese fest.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 13 of 14 - I would have kept JaFirst apart for longer, quite frankly. I mean otherwise why bother split them up in the first place? Please just end this show already.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) 3 of 8 - I love them so much, and they are so cute, and this is not open to discussion. Viva la age gap!

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8 of 10 - There is a lot implied about the leads history together, but it was still nice to get backstory plus GAT KISSES. I love it when they flip the dynamic and give the uke agency. I’m really enjoying this show now, I’m even invested in the love triangle.

HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) 2 of 10 - Side couple ascension: Daddy Long Legs trope, it’s been a while since I have seen this in ANY romance drama. I’m not really into the main couple, at least not yet (and I totally missed that they hadn’t met each other in person yet), but I really love the side dishes. It’s like H4 all over again only with less dub con.

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 4 of 8 - nothing this week.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on with them. I can wait.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Moonlight Chicken GMMTV’s Midnight series (Weds YT) 1 of 8 eventually - first segment has begun bit it’s not the EarthMix messy gays. Sorry all, I’m so not interested in messy hets, so I’m waiting until they grace my screen.

Questions!!!

Should I watch The Warp Effect? Tublr seems excited about it and BL bits look good? Will they end happy? Thoughts anyone?

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) finished at 10 eps, the heat looked good but I don’t know about the ending with that kind of title, so did anyone risk it and want to tell me what they thought? I haven’t seen much chatter on my feed so I am not optimistic.

In Case You Missed It

2022′s The Usual Night (Twitter account) from Japan is a 10-ep fake documentary series starring the members of Jpop group the Fantastics. It flew under everyone’s radars but apparently has a BL subplot featuring Yagi Yusei (My Beautiful Man) and Seguchi Leiya. This officially means they beat OnlyOneOf to the punch as the first inter-group BL pairing. Keito Kimura (Onoe from Candy Color Paradox) is also a member of Fantastics and in the show. Source reddit. No word on official international release. Japan is like that.

OnlyOneOf’s Nine dropped the last (?) in their BL Kpop series, 'beyOnd' (be #6)

I posted all my 2022 wraps, top picks, industry stats, etc..

Next Week Looks Like This:

Jan 19: Individual Circumstances 8 eps - A reunion romance between a movie director who was once promising and a writer who disappeared due to past wounds. Stars JunQ (main rapper of 2nd gen group MYNAME) and Han Jung Wan (Mr International Korea winner).

2023 forthcoming BL master post is in the works... wait for it... I had to finish all the 2022 wrap ups first. Also waiting for the last of the studio announcements.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Never Let Me Go

Ah the love triangle.

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner caught himself a live one.

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? You gotta check out VIXX (sub unit) new single. Gonna Be Alright = 2 BL stars in one croon. (Hyuk Color Rush 2 & Leo Happy ending Romance). *props chin on hand and bats eyes winsomely at Ken* So?

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HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY TO PRINCE OF EGYPT!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

(i can't believe i haven't seen this ANYWHERE bc this anniversary has literally been in my phone since last year)

prince of egypt is my favorite film and it's FLAWLESS, in everything from the cinematography to the story & dialogue, the animation, etc. it is KING of all movies.

i posted a thread on twitter with some of my fave screencaps so HERE YOU GO in all its screenshotted-from-youtube glory

(i love how the shadow from moses' arm in the pic above falls over pharoah btw. every frame was intentional!!!)

here are some of my fave parallels WITHIN the movie itself:

(this one above kills me - right after moses talks with God, he's discussing with zipporah and he says to her "look at your people. they are free", emphasizing that his own people aren't. then, at the end of the movie, after moses has led them to freedom, zipporah turns to him and says the exact same words)

anyway speaking of moses & zipporah!!!!!! here's them showing us what true romance looks like:

(THE CONTINUITY OF THEIR RESPECTIVE SIDES OF FRAME I'M GONNA GO FERALLLLSAKFDLASFJALSAL)

this film is GORGEOUS, is SO intentional with literally every single frame, tells a well-known story in a beautiful and relatable way, has an incredibly varied & talented cast, and just overall is the peak of 2d animation for me. happy 25 years 🎉

#if anyone wants to be the moses to my zipporah lmk 🙏🏼🙇🏻‍♀️#btw nearly all of the footage of this movie is on youtube if you dig so go enjoy it!!!#i was watching all the vids for the screenshots & let me tell you. there's not a single ugly frame like the storyboarders went OFF likeeeee #prince of egypt #dreamworks

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God this trailer! I can't stop thinking about it so you all have to suffer. Firstly I wanna say I wish Hoyo would animate like this all the time!! Omg these last two trailers have been fucking gorgeous then I see the bland nearly lifeless scenes of characters with their arms in their laps only moving their heads in normal game while they sit and I get mad as hell.

Like look at Venti's hair here. All of it is moving!! His bangs, the fringes on the side and his braids! Even the fucking flower is moving! It looks so good especially since in normal game Venti's hair barely moves apart from his braids. I wanna make a separate post about that another time.

Back to Haitham's trailer

It's so insane how different everything feels from normal game! The expression on Kaveh's face as he laughs and takes a sip of his drink. The way Cyno holds his cards and moves his arm. Not to mention this is such a breath of fresh air as much as I like Traveler we barely ever get scenes that have just the cast of characters that are all friendly enjoying each others company like this. I hope the anime is going to have scenes like this because it's perfect.

I gifed all my favorite scenes for everyone's easy perusal so I'm gonna gush over that now.

Cyno's eye and the way he looks at Tighnari. God he looks beautiful just kind of checking out the cards in his hand while Tighnari talks. I'm gonna say this a lot but it gives him so much more character and it feels so refreshing to know that at any point during the trailer you can watch any character and they'll be interacting with something!

Cyno's pout 🥺💞 God I love him so much he's endlessly adorable here. I couldn't not (double negative ehe..) put this part in, quite possibly my favorite part of the whole trailer.

The way the camera spins and everything about Tighnari's wide eyed expression. The way he leans into his own hand with a soft smile then blinks to attention he's too adorable as well. The slight tip of his hand too. All the characters here have very different body language. Haitham only speaking when spoken to and mostly keeping a very in his own space demeanor. Tighnari's hand gestures with pretty much everything he says and the way he's always touching his face. The way Kaveh points with his cup alot and has very broad gestures as he takes up a lot more space than the others and Cyno's hands either on his cards or very close to himself probably taking up the least amount of space aside from Haitham. God there's so much character here!! I wanna lick this demo. I'm not even an Al Haitham simp or stan but I had to watch this trailer again and again because it's just so goooooooddddd.

And archons this scene right fucking here. When I tell you goosebumps. Uggggghhhh. The way he cuts through and then immediately starts walking. Not gonna lie even I was starting to feel something for Haitham after this. Holy shit I just love this trailer ya'll. This is probably one of the prettiest character trailers we've ever gotten and we're probably never going to get anything like it ever a fucking gain.

Regardless I had to get this off my chest and just gush because good animation and character interaction is really hard to come by. This is the stuff I love seeing from Genshin I just want stuff like this dammit. I've seen so many people praising this trailer on Twitter and it deserves it. Shipping goggles on or not you can't deny this trailer is just excellent.

#al haitham #cyno #kaveh #tighnari #genshin impact #genshin trailer

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This ain’t gonna be a very detailed or long post and most of these are just crumbs but hear me out.. MIRAFREED

This ship.. I remember that, when I started watching Fairy Tail, I really fell in love with these two very hard and I honestly thought that they could end up together.

With how the manga progressed the possibility of this ship becoming canon isn’t realistic anymore (by now, Fraxus would make the most sense to me personally and Mira gives heavy wlw vibes) but that doesn’t mean that I, or we, cannot still enjoy it and all headcanons around it based on the interactions we have or the things we know about them.

Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if, even just for a couple of chapters or a short amount of time, Hiro Mashima had actually planned something for these two. Let’s see..

Starting point is definitely their absolutely iconic fight. “Only a demon can master a demon”. This fight was absolutely feral and so many people loved seeing their demon forms, including me. To this day I have the opinion that neither of these two were allowed to show their true powers in the rest of the manga like they did in their fight against each other (or the Battle of Fairy Tail in general) and that’s a shame because both of them are SUCH powerful mages with such cool powers.

And then of course, the entire interaction that followed up when Mira defeated Freed. I don’t think I have to say too much about it.

Mira’s speech about loneliness and becoming kind and how they both can/could see themselves in those words because isolation has played a part in their lives.

Many people headcannoned that Freed and Mira would go on a date at the next harvest festival and that really is a very wholesome thought. They’d look back at how things were and how far they have come thus far. People can always change.

Post-Battle of Fairy Tail scene

They apparently fought side by side during the Grand Magic Games arc but these scenes were never explored/implemented in the anime - a shame, because I really would have loved to see them fight side by side in more detail and also animated. One of many missed opportunities.

It’s been yeeeeears since these official artworks dropped on Mashima’s twitter and they both were posted around the same time. Similar aesthetics, clothing color and accents, background style?

And then there was this post card set designed by Hiro where they can also be seen being together.

Mira is a passionate and wonderful singer and she also plays instruments. Freed loves musical instruments and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was able to play the one or other instrument himself.

Then there’s Mira’s function as barmaid and the fact that Freed learned to be a host during his time at the Blue Pegasus guild.

It seems that both of them are skilled cooks as well.

So there are definitely shared interests and occupation possibilities.

Oh! Let’s not forget about modelling because we have two very gorgeous people here who are popular among other people as well and have been ranked in the Weekly Sorcerer’s “Wizard I’d like to be my as boyfriend/girlfriend” ranking multiple times.

They’re both the head of their respective teams/groups/trios. And they both can have scary af vibes. (These are some pretty similar/parallel panels and I don’t think it’s a coincidence)

Also just their entire aesthetic and the theme of this ship. Powerful demon couple who’re also attractive as hell and can do occupations like modelling, cooking, hosting with ease. Sweet and devilish sides. They just... “vibe” really well together as two characters.

Like I said; most of these things are just crumbs but they’re still aspects that make this ship so beautiful and years back I would have rooted for this ship to become canon because I genuinely saw a chance for them to be an actual thing. I know I’m not the only one because for some time Mirafreed was considered a ship alongside the big four + Elfgreen (and Laxana, actually) in the fandom.

💗 LOVE FOR MIRAFREED 💗

#freed justine #mirajane strauss #fairy tail #mirafreed

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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MDZS Social Media Headcanons

Wei Wuxian has a Tumblr, is shamelessly horny on main, reblogs pictures of rabbits and various memes and shitposts, thirst posts a lot about his husband, has like 150k followers because he is funny, hot and has hilariously unhinged responses to anon hate.

He also has a TikTok that the juniors roped him into and they're exploiting him for views because he was a huge hit with that "small waist, pretty face and a big bank" trend a while back. Also he's a really good dancer.

Has made several videos playing the flute and people want him to collab with Lizzo.

Also has an instagram with one million followers because have you seen this man? Brands have reached out to him for collabs but he finds influencer culture "cringe" and doesn't do paid sponsorships.

Is thinking about making a YouTube channel for corny couple challenges and pranks.

Has a snapchat he uses to send...stuff to his husband.

Lan Wangji has a photography instagram where he posts very artsy pictures of Wei Ying and Sizhui, nature shots, animal portraits and etc.

Accidentally posted a shirtless picture once and it went viral with 100k likes and a modelling contract in his DMs.

The juniors once stole his phone to look through his DMs and it was full of people asking him to step on them.

The only active conversation was with Wei Ying in which they're sending cute bunny pictures to one another and the occasional memes.

His most popular picture was one of his wedding shots with Wei Ying, followed by a beautiful picture from their honeymoon with Wei Ying staring out at the ocean in bed (after he'd been railed within an inch of his life but the Internet doesn't need to know that)

He also has a WhatsApp for the family groupchat with the Lans and to talk to Lan Qiren.

LWJ also has a Facebook account from many years ago but it's mostly so he can use the Messenger feature and never uses it otherwise.

Lan Sizhui has an Instagram study account that's very successful.

Is brand ambassador to some fancy brand of stationery and regularly does giveaways that he refuses to rig in favor of his friends no matter how much Jingyi cries to him about it.

Occasionally posts a selfie with his friends or his dads. He has a tiktok account for aesthetic videos and is into light academia. Sometimes appears in his friends' videos and he's always a hit because he's cute.

Uses WhatsApp for the family groupchat and Facebook Messenger for the juniors groupchat.

Has extensive meme culture because he has been using Tumblr since he was 12 but he's lowkey about it.

Also has a Pinterest account and like 30 different neatly arranged collections.

Lan Jingyi has all the social media accounts you can think of.

His favorite is Tumblr because he likes talking shit about Jin Ling here without anyone knowing (except WWX).

Is a devoted user of kungpowpenis.

His posts regularly end up crossposted on Instagram and Twitter and he thinks that means he's famous.

Has blown his monthly allowance on Tumblr Blaze at least once.

He's mutuals with WWX and they send memes back and forth to each other constantly.

Only uses reddit to go on r/AITA and read the stories to his friends so they can judge strangers and gossip when they're bored.

Has made an "AITA for playfully calling my friend 'princess' even though he's a 16 year old male?" and everyone voted NTA except one single person who said YTA, with the username FairyPuppy63 but Jin Ling swears it's not him (it is)

Is famous on YouTube for his prank videos and gets sponsorships from every stereotypical YouTube sponsoring brand you can think of: Skillshare, Honey, Casetify etc. At the end of every one of these ad segments, his punchline is "you would do it too for a check!"

Has a lot of Instagram followers because he's too damn photogenic and his captions are really funny

Uses Facebook ironically

Has attempted to rename the Lan family groupchat "The Lan-ily". Lan Qiren was not amused.

Has given nicknames to everyone in the juniors groupchat. Jin Ling is "maidenless behavior", Ouyang Zizhen is "slowburn 300k coffee shop AU", Sizhui is "the Lan braincell" and his own nickname is "Swag-yi"

Loves using reaction images and gifs

Is tiktok famous for making funny skits and videos

Jin Ling has the stereotypical rich kid Instagram with a few million followers (because the aesthetic is amazing). Everyone thinks he gets his photos professionally taken every time but it's actually just Jiang Cheng with a Canon camera and a dream.

Loves posting pictures of and with Fairy and his fanbase adores her

Has at least one of those stereotypical hand-on-Rolls-Royce-wheel-with-Rolex-at-the-wrist photos and Jingyi is up in his comments in all caps saying Jin Ling doesn't actually kmow how to drive and that's his uncle's car (everyone thus becomes very interested about the uncle).

Posts pictures from business meetings he has to attend as soon-to-be heir and uses those cringe #thegrindneverstops hashtags

Posts OOTD stories from glass elevators every day

Has posted a picture with Jin Guangyao and Jiang Cheng once after a birthday dinner and his comments were so thirsty. The phrase "UILF" was the only discernible thing in a long row of heart emojis and woof woof bark bark awoogas

Also has a Tumblr and follows Jingyi but neither realize who the other is

Jin Guangyao made him create a LinkedIn and he loathes it

Has a Facebook to talk to Jiang Cheng and he gets constantly tagged in those pictures about being a good, grateful child

Has two Reddit accounts he uses when he's bored, loves looking at pictures of dogs there

Only has a Twitter account to follow celebs on it

He's TikTok famous because of his instagram and also because he's pretty. Mostly posts videos of Fairy and other random dogs he sees around, the occasional rant from a car that is probably not his to drive, has made a few fashion haul videos and his most popular one is a video of a night cityscape taken from a helicopter

Ouyang Zizhen has a very successful Wattpad account with thousands of likes and hits. His most popular original story is based on WangXian.

Has several tumblr accounts for all the fandoms he is in and writes a lot of fanfiction for each of them. Has made an AO3 too.

Has a book TikTok account that he's popular for. His reviews are unbiased and lowkey really funny.

Gains a lot of Instagram followers from this and converts his account to an aesthetic poetry one

Has started one of those businesses writing letters from comfort characters after he blew up on BookTok and he's making bank from it.

Uses Messenger for the groupchat with the juniors and to talk to his dad.

Jiang Cheng has a Facebook account. He doesn't post anything on it, shares pictures with random quotes he agrees with, stalks people on there every now and then and is prone to accidentally sharing fake news.

Sometimes posts shady things with this ‼️ emoji as a caption

Has several pictures of Jin Ling as a baby and toddler that he would rather die than delete.

Has gotten in heated arguments in comment sections of posts he sees and he invests too much time in trying to prove some Internet stranger that they're an idiot.

Also has a LinkedIn profile that's actually pretty well-kept. His profile picture is one of those professional, white wall behind, suit and tie shots and he looks surprisingly good in it.

Does not get the hype over that one picture Jin Ling posted with him and Jin Guangyao and he refuses to acknowledge the phrase UILF

Has a secret Twitter on which he rants about his life. He has gained a bit of a following and several DMs with links to therapy centers but he deletes them all.

Tried the reddit AITA thing and got told he was the asshole so many times he deleted it completely

Jin Ling set him a Tinder profile as a dare he got from Jingyi and let's just say, he did not have a fun time and now has the world's moat complicated phone passcode.

Jin Guangyao is the picture of perfect online self presentation. He has an Instagram page, a Facebook page, a LinkedIn profile and a WhatsApp account.

He doesn't bother to manage any of these himself, has a social media manager with a fat salary to deal with everything.

When he gets cancelled, the social media manager is the first person to get fired. Looks like he needed DaBaby's PR team to deal with all that

His accounts read like luxury brand accounts: obscenely rich and unapologetic about it

Actually has a pretty big thirst following but they're tame cause he's married

Has pushed the self-made man narrative a lot and always hints at it in his captions

Nie Huaisang has a very popular tea and commentary channel on YouTube called "The Headshaker News"

He has a golden button and makes bank in sponsorships

His videos are very well-made and entertaining and he has hilarious and often shady commentary

He's the first to report on the newest drama and everybody wonders how he gets such juicy intel

The first person to hint at JGY's shadiness but it was so subtle that nobody referenced him when JGY got cancelled

Has a second YouTube account in which he discusses art and has a popular series about the history of fans and how to use them to convey messages

Goes to all the influencer events and tweets all about it on his account with the same handle as his YouTube. People live for his reactions.

Also has side Twitter accounts that seem super legit and has used them to make the #cancelleddimples trend when JGY was exposed

Also has an art instagram account and a successful etsy shop that he's thinking to upgrade to a full-fledged business.

Lan Xichen has an instagram account with a huge following because he's hot. That's it, that's the reason. He tries to go for a minimalist luxury aesthetic but everyone is there to gawk at the First Jade of Lan (that's his username btw).

Has several sponsorships from gyms and his gym pictures are his most liked content. Go figure.

He also posts a lot about tea. Makes reviews of various brands and types and tastes on IG Reels and they're actually quite informative and pleasant to watch. His voice is really soothing and people enjoy these videos a lot. Has been recommended to try doing ASMR because of it but he finds it strange.

Has shared pictures of his calligraphy and it turned out to be a hit, so he made a YouTube channel in which he teaches people how to do it.

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