#i don't care i just fucking love playing and seeing it's responses to my bullshit

[the-boy-meets-evil]

you're mine | c.sc

you thought you had finally gotten the upper hand on seungcheol. you were wrong. pairing: idol!seungcheol x fem!reader genre: idol!au | smut, pwp rating: explicit | minors DNI warnings: this is mostly just smut so take that how you will, reader is kinda bratty, scoups is possessive, slight dom undertones (? idk i don't usually write this), swearing, kissing, biting, marking, restraints, sensory deprivation (blindfold), fingering, brief mention of a hand job, slight nipple play, use of a pet name (baby, pretty girl), oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, protected sex, i think that's it but let me know if i missed anything word count: ~3.5k

a/n: idk what to say, this kind of got away from me lol. credit/blame to @seungkwansphd for putting the idea in my head and scoups for whatever bullshit he was on in macao. it was supposed to be a drabble and this isn't what i'd normally write so go easy on me. unbeta'd and mostly unedited. thank you to my baby @playmetheclassics / @classicscreations for the last minute banner and divider!

You’ve never been much of a brat with anyone else. It just isn’t something that crossed your mind. Why would you want to rile someone up on purpose? Why would you want to get under their skin just to see their response? Why would you want to do the opposite of what they asked? So no, it hasn’t crossed your mind.

Until Seungcheol. 

Until you met the man that made you want to cause problems. The man that made you discover a lot of things you didn’t know about yourself. The man that had you from the moment he told you that he was going to go easy on you. You didn’t realize then, but you were fucked. Talk about being in over your head. 

He really did start easy, in hindsight. And he let you get away with things you didn’t even realize. Thought you had the upper hand, actually. How many ways can one person be wrong? You don’t have the answer beyond knowing it’s a lot. 

You love the moments that Seungcheol lets you think you’re in control. You know now that’s all it is. Pretend. He’s always the one actually pulling the strings. And you’re always the one trying to press his buttons, press your luck, gain some ground. 

Today’s test? You want to mark him up. You want to leave your claim on him, but you know you can’t make it obvious. Don’t feel like you can push his buttons quite that hard. So even though you want to mark up his neck, you settle for his chest. You keep telling him that it’s getting too big anyway. Just who is he trying to impress?

Seungcheol is lying in your bed, one arm tucked behind his head and eyes closed. You know he’s not asleep, though, know he’s just enjoying a minute of peace before he has to leave and return to the chaos. And you know now is the best time because he really does have to go soon. It’s the best time to be able to get him and win, even if just for a moment, because there’s a lot of things he’ll do. A lot of things you still haven’t learned. But he’ll never be late. Never miss a schedule or leave his members waiting. 

So you adjust your position under the premise of stretching, not really sure if he buys the act but also not really caring. You push yourself up and quickly swing a leg over his thighs, feel them clench under you quickly as you’re settling on top of them.

“And just who are you working out for?” you challenge, quirking an eyebrow.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” is his only answer as he opens his eyes to look up at you. 

“Maybe I don’t want everyone else to see how good you look,” you pout.

“Maybe you should behave yourself then,” he retorts and you huff.

“I’m pretty sure you prefer it when I don’t,” you say.

You lean forward to kiss him before he can answer, lips meeting softly as his hands move up your thighs to grip your hips. He’s anchoring you to him and you know he’s mentally counting how much time he actually has. But you don’t want to give him that chance, don’t want to give up the tiny bit of control this position and the element of surprise have given you. You get the smallest bit of satisfaction when you break the kiss and he follows your lips. It’s not the time to get distracted, though, not now. So you kiss down his neck, suck just enough to earn a hiss out of him without it being enough to leave a mark. Not there at least. 

When you get to his chest, the muscles in his thighs tighten again. On purpose, you think, to distract you. It’s hard to ignore too, especially when his hands grip your hips harder. When you can tell he’s trying to throw you off.

“Baby,” he whines and you know that whine, know that it’s designed to distract.

All you do is hum against his chest as you continue to kiss across it and down his stomach. His moans are low, the kind that really get to you. The kind where you know he’s enjoying himself even if he’s not fully in control. You kiss back up to his chest and can feel his breaths as you go.

“What are you going to do now, baby?” he asks. You hear the confidence in his voice. The confidence that usually makes you stutter.

Not today, though. You suddenly suck the skin of his chest into your mouth. Seunghcheol hisses in the most satisfying way at the combination of pleasure and pain. His fingers dig into your skin where they hold you in place, making you hum into his skin. It just makes you keep going, managing to suck two marks into his skin before his alarm goes off. 

Without needing to be told, you slide off of him and allow him to get out of the bed. You know he doesn’t want to leave, but you know he’ll be back. Know that he’s got to keep to his schedule or he won’t be able to come over at all. After he’s pulled his shirt back on and gathered his things, he comes to stand in front of where you’re sitting at the edge of the bed. His kiss is soft, at odds with yours from moments ago.

“Listen carefully,” he whispers into your ear in that low voice. “I expect you to be waiting in bed when I text you that I’m headed back.”

“Is that so?” you challenge.

“Yes, pretty girl,” he says.

“And if I’m not?” you press.

“You’ll find out,” he answers.

That alone sends a shiver down your spine. You always want him to come back, never feel like you’ve had quite enough, but this is something even more. You’re looking forward to it. 

The text comes a little later than you’re expecting saying that he’s on his way back over. And it comes without an apology for the lateness (though Jeonghan had texted you earlier to let you know things were running long). No, this text just comes with a reminder that expects you to be waiting for him in bed. He’ll let himself in.

It gives you too good of a chance, one you don’t want to pass up. He’s expecting you to listen, especially after you marked him earlier. But you’ve been waiting for this. And you’re not going to listen. 

Ten minutes later, you hear the key turn in the lock and you sit further back into the couch wearing only one of his t-shirts he’s left behind and underwear. Maybe you’ll get to see a little of his control slipping. 

His eyes are on you the second he’s through the door, narrowing at the open defiance. Seungcheol is serious as he regards you sitting there. It’s like he’s waiting for you to break first and confident you will. It makes you fidget a little in your seat, which seems to be enough for him.

“I asked you to be waiting in bed,” he says.

“I know,” you respond without missing a beat. “I guess I’m not so good at following directions.”

“And what do you think I should do?” He’s more so asking himself the question than you.

“Whatever you want,” you answer anyway. He raises an eyebrow.

“Careful what you ask for, pretty girl,” he warns. 

“I think I can handle it.” It comes out just as bold as you mean for it to.

“We’ll see about that,” he says without missing a beat. “Follow me.”

Every part of you wants to protest, wants to keep pushing him further to see what happens. But your curiosity is also piqued and you really want to see what it is that he’s planning now. That must be why you let the intrusive thought win and follow him back into your bedroom where you find him already reaching into the drawer of your nightstand. The same drawer that he filled so you were always ready.

“Are you going to behave now and get on the bed like I asked?” Seungcheol asks with his back still to you.

“I’m not sure,” you say and smirk at the way it makes him turn around.

“Oh you’re not?” he asks. 

“What’s in it for me if I start listening? Who’s going to rile you up?” you fire back at him.

“You like seeing me riled up,” he notes.

“Of course I do,” you offer.

He closes the space between you in a matter of steps and crushes his lips against yours to prevent another retort. The surprise gives way to desire as you wind your arms around his neck. You’re not even that surprised when he grabs you and lifts you up to deposit you onto the bed, despite the gasp that falls from your lips. He puts a knee between your legs and kisses you hard again before he breaks the kiss to pull off your shirt. You reach to remove your underwear and he stops your hands.

“Leave those,” he says before getting off the bed.

His back is to you again as he looks for something in the drawer. You have to squeeze your legs together when he turns back to you with silk scarves in his hands. But then he’s silently asking your permission before attaching each wrist to the headboard and you’re nodding even as you’re squirming. It’s not until you realize he’s still got something in his hands that you remember he promised you’d find out what happens when you don’t listen.

“What’s that for, Cheol?” you ask as he straddles your lap.

“I told you that you’d find out,” he answers and leans forward so his lips are nearly on your ear. “You don’t get to see what I’m doing. Just remember the word to use if it’s too much.”

That makes you swallow hard. You’ve talked about sensory deprivation and explored it a little, but you’ve never been blindfolded from the start. And part of you thinks that he’s going to leave this on you the entire time. A reminder of who’s actually calling the shots. He’s still gentle when he secures it behind your head, so careful that he doesn’t get any of your hair caught. You blink your eyes when it’s in place without it making much of a difference. You’re not totally blinded, but you might as well be. You can barely make out a shadow.

The next thing you’re aware of is Seungcheol’s lips against your neck, carefully trailing kisses that make you want to press into him. His thumb brushes across your nipple and you whimper, earning a chuckle out of him. Not being able to see is making everything feel a lot bigger. Just making it feel a lot more. There’s no knowing where his hands or mouth will be next and it’s turning you on. Making you want everything all at once.

Seunghcheol drags your nipple between his teeth and you arch into him, careful not to pull too hard against the restraints. The hand he runs down your side as he continues to tease your nipple should tickle, would under any other circumstances. It doesn’t this time, though. 

“Are you going to listen to me next time?” he murmurs against your skin.

“I don’t know,” you manage between a moan. Your nipples are so sensitive.

“What was that?” he asks before he returns to kissing along the underside of your breast while his hand massages the other.

“I said I don’t know,” you repeat, fighting against the answer he wants.

“I guess the blindfold stays on,” he muses. 

With that, he works his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with goosebumps from the warmth of his breath. Part of you wants to anticipate his moves and you open your legs, just slightly. He chuckles so quietly that you think usually you wouldn’t hear it. Except now everything sounds louder. You feel him remove his lips from your body, feel the bed shift from him moving somehow, and then feel his lips make contact with your skin again. But he’s kissing down from your knee, completely avoiding the place you want him the most. Even your moans and squirming do nothing to make him move on from kissing along your calf.

“Please baby,” you beg. 

“Please what?” he asks, smirk clear in his voice. 

“I need you,” you answer.

“Do you?” is all he asks 

“Yes, Seungcheol, please,” you whine.

“Are you going to listen next time?” he wonders. He runs a finger up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of the material separating you from what you need most.

“Cheol,” you plead.

“Are you?” he repeats. This time he moves your underwear to the side and runs a single finger between your folds. It’s over entirely too fast. “So wet.” 

“Fuck, yes Cheol, whatever you want, I just fucking need you,” you beg again. 

His answer comes in the form of pulling your underwear down swiftly, leaving you naked before him. He runs his finger along your folds again, collecting some of the wetness there. You’re so hyper aware of him that you’re moaning from the barest touch, moaning when you feel his fingers pull away again. But then you feel him move around you and he licks into you without warning, spreading your folds with his fingers to get his tongue deeper.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuuck,” you yell. 

You want to have your hands in his stupid blond hair, the hair he knew was going to drive you crazy. Want to hold his face between your thighs. So you lightly squeeze your thighs together instead and he moans into your cunt. It’s annoying, actually, how good he’s always been at going down on you because just the thought of it makes you agree to damn near anything. 

Everything just feels that much more intense. Usually you love the sight of Seungcheol between your legs. Love to watch the way his head moves, love to see the way his hair falls, love the way the muscles move. Still do. But damn there’s something about not knowing what’s coming that’s making it that much hotter. 

Seconds later his mouth moves up your clit and your back arches into his mouth again. He follows it by sliding a finger inside you and you really think you see stars. Hearing the way he moans into you along with the way his fingers move is almost too much. You don’t need to see anything, he’s setting your entire body on fire. When he slides a second finger in and hooks them to hit you just right, you scream out again. 

He pulls his mouth away. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Fuuuuu- oh my god Cheol, yes yes,” you manage.

“Who fucks you the best, baby?” Seungcheol asks. “Hm? Who does this pussy belong to?” 

It’s honestly into cocky territory and you don’t care. Didn’t realize it was this much of a turn on for him to be possessive over you like this. Didn’t realize how much you wanted to be his, even if it’s confined to these four walls. 

“I’m waiting,” he says, stilling his fingers inside you.

“It’s yours, Cheol, I’m yours,” you whimper.

His fingers start moving again and he doesn’t answer until you feel his mouth on yours, taste yourself on his tongue. He’s catching every moan with his mouth, pushing you to let go, urging you forward. Part of you wants to pull away, knows that he must feel you clenching around his fingers, but doesn’t move his lips from yours. Catches the screams you want to let loose and guides you as you come around his fingers.

Your breathing is still coming back to normal as you feel Seungcheol untying your wrists, massaging each one as he does so. The last thing he does is remove the scarf covering your eyes and you blink even at the low light in the bedroom. His gaze is soft but confident. He knows how hard he just made you come, yet still wants to make sure you’re okay.

“Can we do that again some time?” you wonder and he chuckles.

“I guess it wasn’t a punishment,” he notes.

“Oh no, I’ve definitely learned my lesson,” you tease and he rolls his eyes but there’s nothing behind it.

“Hm,” is all he says.

He’s sitting up on the bed next to you, one hand lightly stroking his cock. You’re not sure when he took off his clothes but just getting you off clearly turned him on. Without even thinking about it, you’re moving to straddle his thighs. His eyes watch you intently as you spit into your hand and move his aside. Your strokes are slow and he lets his head fall back, eyes closing. It’s not often that he lets you set the pace like this, so you’re going to enjoy it while you can. When you run your thumb over the tip, you watch the way the muscles in his stomach contract. And you know his patience is wearing out.

“Enough,” he says and reaches over to the nightstand for a condom. He’s ripping it open with his teeth and then rolling it on the next second.

Seungcheol reaches out to pull you toward him and you realize he’s not planning on moving. No, he’s planning on you riding him. Which is fine by you since you already went this long without being able to see him. You try to lower yourself down slowly because he’s big and as many times as you’ve fucked him, you’re still never quite ready. But he has other plans and pulls you down in one motion.

“Fuck,” you draw out.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore,” he says in that low voice that shoots straight to your core. 

You’re not sure which of you moves first with his hands guiding you as you fuck yourself on him. One of his hands slides up your back and into your hair, pulling it so you arch into him. The new angle has a string of words mixed with moans flying out of your mouth. And it makes it easier for him to pull your nipple between his teeth again. Except this time he doesn’t focus on your nipple. This time he moves to the skin at the side of your breast, sucking hard. Much harder than you sucked earlier. Definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Fucker.

That thought flies out when he snaps his hips into you suddenly, quickening the pace and angling so he’s hitting exactly where you need him too. Each thrust stretches you out and brings you closer to another orgasm. You don’t even register that you’re sensitive from the first. Seungcheol pulls at your hair again and focuses on your exposed neck, a constant contrast of pain and pleasure. He kisses up and down the base before he lands at your pulse point right below your jaw. 

“Cheol fuck,” you yell as he sucks another mark into your skin. Another mark reminding you that you’re his. 

“Are you close, baby?” he asks when he finishes marking you. “Gonna come for me again?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’m so close,” you whine out. 

Seungcheol removes his hand from your hair to put both hands on your hips, anchoring you in place while he takes over thrusting into you. You know he must be close too with the way his brow furrows and the way he stutters.

“Fuck baby, come for me, I want to feel you come,” he urges.

It’s all you need and you’re releasing again, a string of fucks leaving your lips as he comes right after you. You try to carefully move through his release before collapsing down on his lap with him still inside you. You lean your head forward onto his shoulder to try and steady your breaths. He kisses lightly along your shoulder, hands trailing absently across your skin.

You like every version of Seungcheol, but you think this version, in the immediate aftermath of fucking him, might be your favorite. The contrast of how soft his touches are does things to your heart that you’re not entirely sure you want to admit. Not to yourself at least.

After another long moment, you gently pull yourself off him and flop back onto your side of the bed. You feel, rather than see, him get off the bed and assume he’s walking off to the bathroom. When he returns with a washcloth a minute later, you’re running your fingers absently along the mark you’re sure he left below your jaw.

“Just in case you forget,” he says before he runs the wet cloth along your skin.

“Forget what?” you question.

“That you’re my girl,” he says. “You can try to be cute and mark my chest or be friends with my members like Jeonghan. But you’re mine.”

“Yes sir,” you say and appreciate the way his eyes darken. Maybe he’s not done with you for the night yet. 

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[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

You and Me

Shuri x fem reader, Riri x fem reader

Summary: You're tired of being Shuri's fun girl and decide to cut her loose for her best friend. A girl that shows you how you should really be treated.

Don't listen to what people say bout you and me...

"I will never be enough for you, just say it!" You screamed, you couldn't believe this was where you were. You'd spent a whole year chasing Shuri, being supportive, holding her down, being understanding, being patient.

"Why must you always do this when I go back?" Shuri sighed, as she sat on the edge of the bed and bent to pull her sneakers on.

"Always?" You scoffed. Was she serious? When had you ever been honest and open with her about your needs and wants? The most you'd done was ask her to visit more or call more and apparently that was too much.

"Yes! Texting, Calling, Emailing, you're too needy. The whole point of this was fun. No strings attached." Shuri hissed, she was annoyed with just how much attention you needed.

"No strings attached but you come here like a little bitch every fucking month to see me?" You reminded her. She constantly was off doing her own thing, yet whenever she felt lonely you were all of a sudden a priority.

"Who's a little bitch Y/n?" She demanded, getting up and stalking towards you. She towered over you, her face the picture of anger.

"You!" You repeated. You weren't backing down for anybody. She had already trampled on your feelings, she wasn't about to check you.

"Careful, My love." She chuckled darkly. Her eyes held a look of contempt that made you feel smaller than you already were.

You opened your mouth to say something then paused to take a deep breath. You needed to say everything you'd planned on saying prior to her visit. You despised the fact that she was able to melt your thoughts away with one look let alone a touch.

She'd come and right when you wanted to get on her about her bullshit, she picked you up, and fucked you against the wall before carrying you to your bed.

"It doesn't matter what I have to say. You don't care. You never will." You snort, tears forming in your eyes. "Goodbye, Shuri."

"Are you done.?" She shook her head.

"Get out. And do me the favor of pretending like I don't exist like you normally do but make it permanent." You said, brushing by her and heading for your bathroom. You didn't have the strength to watch her leave.

The moment your front door slammed you let the tears fall that you'd been holding onto. The urge to run after her and beg her to come back, to love you, to give a fuck was strong but you knew she would never care for you the way you deserved.

You thought back to all the videos you'd seen on social media of her with other girls, her partying all the time and being irresponsible.

The more you thought of her antics, and the constant disrespect and disregard she'd shown you the angrier you became. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself. Crying wouldn't do anything for you. You'd spent months crying.

You decided karma was better. If Shuri wanted to play with your emotions and act like you were insignificant, you would show her. You were going to mirror her actions but take it further so it hit harder.

Wanna come over? - Y/n

You sent the text quickly, a response coming through as quickly as the text was received. You took a quick shower, washed you face and pulled your locs into a messy bun before cleaning up your bed. You'd just changed the sheets before you heard the sound of your front door opening.

She had a key. You'd given it to her so she could come over whenever she pleased. Having met her through Shuri, the two of you quickly became friends. You saw more of her then you'd seen Shuri which was saying something considering they 'worked' together.

"What's good, mama?" She greeted, as you walked out into your living room to see her chilling on your sofa. There was food and drinks on the coffee table.

"Nothing. Your little buddy just left." You said to be petty. You moved to sit beside her.

"Shuri is taller than me, older than me and stronger than me. There ain't nothing little about that woman." Riri scoffed, incredulously.

"Shut up and feed me." You ordered, staring her down. She rolled her eyes before opening the pizza box and feeding you a slice.

"You're more than capable of feeding yourself." She pointed out even though she still gave in. At times you wondered why you hadn't met her first. She was always there for you no matter what.

She babies you, spoils you, makes herself available for you to rant without trying to defend Shuri, comforts you. At times you fantasized about being with her instead of Shuri but because you loved Shuri and wanted things to get better and knew that Riri was Shuri's only friend you tried to pretend things were working.

If you were being honest you put up with a lot of Shuri's bullshit because of Riri. She came with Shuri and you feared that you'd lose her if you cut Shuri loose or if you tried to pursue her. She was loyal to a fault, she would never purposely betray anyone she cared about.

"So I take it you and Shuri are still disconnected?" Riri questioned, she knew all about your issues with Shuri. Though she never gave an opinion on anything it was clear as day in her eyes that she didn't approve.

"Completely disconnected. We're done." You shrugged, as you leaned over to grab your drink and sip it.

"Done?" It's almost like she doesn't believe the words that have left your mouth.

"Done, finished, never happening again, Over--"

"Ok, I get it." Riri muttered, cutting you off. She watched you through conflicted eyes. This wasn't what she'd anticipated when she got your text. She was sure you'd need someone to vent to, never did she think you'd actually stop messing with Shuri.

"How do you feel about that?" She wondered, clearing her throat as she avoided your eyes.

"Free." Is all you said. You had decided no more tears, no more thought was going into Shuri. Your best revenge was moving on, completely ignoring her existence. That would hit harder than anything you could say or do to spite her.

"What changed for you?"

"I realized that I care about someone else more than I did her and that I deserved better, more." You explained. Your throat felt tight as you spoke. "I stayed with Shuri for so long because she was the easier option, being hurt by her was easier than admitting what I really wanted that had the potential to blow up in my face."

"What do you want?" Riri looked at you, her face stoic. She wasn't sure how to feel, to know you'd been with Shuri and took all that disrespect was crazy. And then to hear you liked someone else...

"You..."

"Y/n..." Riri's eyes widened. Surely you hadn't just said her.

"I could never be happy with Shuri. You made that clear to me from day one. You put me first, you check on me, you're always there when I need you, You show me just how high the bar is set." You tried to convince her. You needed her to understand.

"Shuri is my best friend." Riri sighed. "I'm the only person she has left to count on besides her brother's girlfriend and child."

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me then..." You plead. You knew she couldn't. Her actions spoke louder than her words.

"I have love for you y/n, who wouldn't. You're a great friend and an amazing person..." She didn't believe the words she was saying despite her effort of trying to make you believe them.

You felt angry, you knew she was lying. She cared about you more than she was admitting. There's no way she'd do so much, be around so much if she didn't.

"So you don't care that before I called you here, Shuri fucked me senseless?" As the words came out, you felt guilty at the look on her face.

Riri swallowed. She didn't like thinking about the fact that Shuri was able to touch you in ways she couldn't. That she was able to have you any way she wanted. She knew she had no right to feel that way, just having those thoughts was fucked up.

"That I let her fuck me like a whore. That she made all my self respect go out the window the moment she touched me?" You provoked her, wanting her to admit that she liked you. Wanting her to put what she wanted first over her friend who clearly didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself.

"Y/n." She snapped. You'd never heard her say your name like that. That tone had you crossing your legs and swallowing hard.

"Do you think Shuri gives a fuck about you enough to not go after someone you used to deal with let alone someone you were currently with?" You continued. "Weren't you the one that said she only reached out whenever she was lonely, that her friendship was hard to maintain at times because she pushed everyone away the moment things got too overwhelming?"

"Stop it." Riri groaned. She couldn't afford to think like this. The last thing she needed was to be Shuri's enemy, they were friends, they worked together often AND she belonged to a powerful nation while allied to yet another powerful nation.

You decided to act on instinct and pulled the oversized shirt over your head and slide off your panties. You watched as Riri's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. You knew your body was attractive, you had a natural body with curves and stretch marks.

You straddled her lap and watched as she quickly tucked her hands underneath her. You could tell she was trying to keep her composure.

"Don't you want me?" You pouted, your lips trailing her jawline.

"Y/n, please." She pleaded.

"I want you..." You whined, sticking out your tongue and licking along her jawline to her ear and sucking the lobe into your mouth. She shivers underneath you and her breath hitched.

"Do you really not want me?" You continued pushing her. You could feel your wetness slicking your thighs and you ground your hips into her.

"Fuck!" She hisses when you take her hand and slide it against your soaked pussy. She makes a strange sound as she feels just how much you want her.

"Maybe I need to call Shuri back if you don't know what to do with me...." You act like you're pulling away and something snaps in Riri.

She grasps your throat in her hands and pulls you so close your lips are touching.

"If being fucked like you're nothing and left is what you want you can call Shuri and play the childish, toxic ass games ya'll be playing." Her words make you feel small. "If you want someone who will worship you and treat you like the princess you are, then stop the bullshit."

You stare at her unsure of what to say to that. Shuri would have fucked the stubbornness out of you, she'd of made you eat your words.

"Now since you're so dead set on being with me. I'm taking you out. You're not going to just throw pussy my way." Riri made you feel like a school girl with a crush. You could feel heat rising in your face as you fought to keep the smile that wanted to show away.

"I.."

"You've done enough talking." Riri cuts you off. She reaches for your top that you threw off and placed it back over your head.

"Rest up, I have plans for your stubborn ass." Riri demands, and you move off her lap and head to your bedroom with her following.

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[missfunkyhotmess]

A good slave

Nanami Kento x female reader

Tags: SMUT, oneshot, professor au, sub!reader, dom!nanami, subdom dynamic, unprotected sex, dry humping, rough sex, sight use of degrading terms, power dynamic, vaginal sex, u protected penetration.

Word count: 2821

Minors DO NOT interact

x•x•bb

Even though you are well aware of the fact that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at the moment to get his attention, but you couldn't find any better way than this.

You know very well that if you kept failing your tests on purpose, it'll only make him more angry than actually giving you attention. But you longed for his attention so much that you were willing to go this far. You didn't care about the other subjects as you were doing pretty well in those, but when it came to his subject, you were purposefully failing all of them.

Of course because of the needy little attention whore you are, you'd love the slightest or the faintest amount of attention he'd give you when he scolds you in his raspy taming voice in front of the whole class. Even though you're supposed to be feeling embarrassed, you couldn't ignore the burning sensation building up in between your thighs.

You fantasised about getting even just a little of his attention directed only towards you. Since he's your professor of course he needs to give every student equal attention. But you craved for more.

And what did you do for that, fail all his tests on purpose. Nanami was definitely quick enough to catch onto this absurd scheme of yours. That's primarily what you awaited for. He calls you to his office only to give you a bit of attention and send you back on your merry way.

But when you got to his office, this wasn't what was going on and you could tell he wasn't just gonna warn you a bit and send you back, rather there was more to it. And the pent up tension in the air around this gated office room, made you sure of that.

Shoes clicking against the tiled floor after you hear the faintest click of his door, as he makes his way towards you, sitting on the chair facing his wooden desk. He plops down on the leather chair with a sigh slipping past his lips as he brings his chair closer to the table.

Plopping his elbows on the table resting his chin on the back of his palms, he stares directly at you, taking you by surprise even though you were aware of it. He takes a solid few seconds to stare at your startled face before speaking in his usual husky tone of a voice.

"Now tell me what's going on here?"

"About.....what?"

The daggers he throws at you made you realise you fucked up. You knew your professor, Nanami, wasn't the type to take bullshit of attitudes as your reply to him but you still went and did exactly that.

Yes you wanted his full attention, his cock in your pussy, his marks all over your body, but that didn't include making him angry on purpose even though a part you you eagerly wanted to know how that side of him would be.

Taking out your test papers from a drawer on his desk he throws them on to the table for you to see. And you gaze towards it in fear of how to response. Is there even anything left for you to response about at this point?

Both of you are aware of the things he's insinuating towards so without tensing up the situation more than it already is you decide to be frank with your professor.

"S- sorry sir. This won't hap-"

"You're failing them on purpose, aren't you?"

His words hit hard like a knife being dug into your skin. You knew he'd figure out sooner or later, then why are you surprised. Is it because he's actually playing your cards against you?

"No, sir, I- I would not do such things."

"Then tell me, why is it that all your other subjects have flying colours but you're failing only my subject?"

"I- I was uh was um-"

"You know very well there's no point in trying don't you? Just be frank with me."

You didn't dare tell your professor that you're failing them just to get even a dint of his attention. But now there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in here until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the truth, or you might never even get to see his face in class.

"Y- yes sir, I failed them on pu- purpose."

"Now, why is that? Even though I might have my own assumptions about it, I want to know what's your reasoning behind it is."

"I- I.....it was a dare, sir."

"Lies." He chuckles. "There's no point in lying cause you know both of us already know the answer. So just tell me the truth."

Heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm the unbearable feeling inside your chest and between your thighs just to be able to reply to him. How pathetic of you to get aroused just by him being a little rough towards you.

Yes you've fantasised about being alone with him, touched yourself thinking about him, even today when he summoned you to this office, a part of you got overwhelmed with emotions knowing you'd get to have his attention all directed towards you only.

But you weren't prepare for him to know exactly the cards you were dealing and using them against you. And you know there's no point in lying, so you just spill the beans.

"Fo- for attention, sir."

"Who's attention?"

"Y- your sir."

Eyes flickering back to your thighs as you try hard no to make eye contact with him. But the stares he's throwing at you makes it impossible for you to do practically anything.

"No one taught you to look at your seniors while speaking?"

You shake your heads left and right as a negative que and slowly turn to face him. Cheeks heated with red dust flushed across as his stares bore deep inside you.

"I- I'm sorry sir. I'll make sure not to fail them again."

"Are you though? Your actions speak otherwise."

Gripping tightly on your skirt as you watch him intently, leaning back against the chair tugging his tie loose from all the exhaustion while he continues to stare at you. Gulping in the desires you immediately shift your gaze from him only to have him raise his voice to tell you to face him.

"If you're so sorry then, show it to me."

"Sorry?"

You ask not having the slightest idea of what he's insinuating while he unbuttons his shirt and spreading his legs as a que for you to understand. And thats when it hits you. You stare at him flushed red.

Of course you fantasised about him throwing you on his wooden desk slamming his fat cock into your tight little pussy while pining you against the desk railing you like a complete beast. Yes you touched yourself thinking about all these things but now that it's actually happening, you're at a loss of words and your body at a complete freeze.

"Come here."

He taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. His hands smooth across your bare thighs below your skirt level, softly tracing it to your inner thighs, making you flinch.

"This is what you want, don't you?" He asks palming at his dick in the confines of his pants when you look down at his crotch only to gulp in fear and excitement. Thinking about what he looks like down there, what his size and shape is down there you stare in awe and completely zoned out when his chuckle brings you back to sense.

"So desperate. Are you getting wet just from looking at my dick?"

He states, bringing his hand to your inner thighs while tracing its way slowly towards your clothed sex. A whimper leaves you mouth when he rubs against your clothed clit that was starting to get filthy wet by every stroke of his finger against it.

Your eyes screw shut to the sensation down below as your thighs try to shut close trembling a little but he makes sure to spread you legs apart whilst rubbing against your greedy cunt.

"Here. Sit here."

He taps on his thigh as you slowly bring yourself on his thigh sitting down when a shock of pleasure makes you shiver a little the second you clit comes in contact with his thigh. Nanami picks it up as he grabs on your ass and rolls your hips on his thigh earning a moan from you.

"Hump on me. If you manage not to cum until I tell you to, maybe I'll consider rewarding you."

Eyes glossy radiating lust as you nod your head uncontrollably to his words and start dry humping yourself against his muscular thighs. His hands rest on the arm rest as he relaxes himself and looks at you desperately humping on his thigh wanting to feel the pleasure and cum soon, but holding back for his reward.

"Look at you humping like a bitch in heat. You want my cock that bad?"

"Y- yes, sir, please."

"Then you gotta work for it. Go on."

The eagerness and desperation piling up inside you as you start humping a little faster than before trying to feel the pleasure of at least being able to touch him. Hands on his shoulders as they grip tightly trying to latch onto something, anything as the pressure in your stomach keeps building up with every stroke.

His cologne bores into you as your head plops down on his shoulder even though you aren't sure if he'll like you being this comfortable and feeling pleasure at the same time. But miraculously enough he doesn't say anything.

But what's mesmerising is how his cock starts bulging in his pants slightly which you notice and subconsciously your hands make their way to his crotch but a slap on your wrist makes you back of when you realise this isn't your fantasy world.

Its real and actually happening.

"Dont get too greedy. Be happy I even gave you this much. Otherwise you won't get what your working so hard for."

"Y- yes sir."

Voice quivering as you feel your orgam rolling closer and closer but you hold yourself back with trembling legs and shivering body which he notices and to make it even worse he slowly traces his hands on your back beneath your top inside.

"Tell me. Did you touch yourself while thinking about me hm?"

"Yes s- sir."

"Such a filthy little creature you are. Having nasty thoughts and deeds over a professor."

The seriousness and dominance in his voice makes you feel tiny and helpless while you continue to hump on his thigh overstimulating yourself. Slight tears forming in your eyes as you sniffle a bit.

And not long after, your professor picks you up by the ass and slams you down on the table as your back hits hard on the wooden rough surface. Flipping you over, he puts your skirt over your hip as you hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Soon you feel his complete hard cock rubbing against you ass. He grinds a few times against your ass before he slams his fact cock into your tight pussy burning the inside wholly. You feel as his cock stretch the inside of your pussy so much so that it becomes hard for you to support yourself.

His cock is so much better than what you originally fantasised about and his hip work is so much better than those in your mindless fantasies. Hip slamming roughly inside your tight cunny increasing both the pain and pleasure inside your aching walls.

Hand grabbing your neck, pinning you down onto the desk. Muffled cries, groans and chains of curses were all that were being heard in this confined place as your professor keeps fucking you over the edge. Body still sensitive from the edging as waves of pleasure rolls over your body with every single thrust.

"You know what we're doing is wrong, don't you? But you're still taking my cock in so eagerly." He scoffs while his rough hands grab tightly onto your loose hair forming a slight stinging sensation on your scalp pulling your head back but not all the way.

"I doubt you failed all of your test just for a cramp of my attention. Its my dick that you originally wanted didn't you?"

You try to form a full sentence but it was that much hard to do so as you feel his cock split you in half with every single time his crotch aligns with your hip. Every thrust from his cock in your pussy kept uncoiling the knot in your stomach bringing you closer to you oragsm.

And thats when you feel a strong tug on your hair pulling you all the way to his chest as he growls in your ear making your supporting knees give out but he holds you in place.

"Speak up. Didn't I ask you something?Tell me what is it that you actually wanted?"

"Y- your cock sir. Your fat cock in my throbbing pussy si- angh."

"Tch. What a dirty slut you are spreading you legs to your professor just like that."

Whimpers were all that made way past your pursed lips as you tried hard to hold you voice down. It is currently school time and the campus is swarmed with students and teacher but here you are, a dirty little attention whore, fucking your professor.

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow as the tip touches your cervix perfectly with every rough thrust being thrust inside your greedy cunny. And you clamping down on him made him realise so.

"Sir- pl- please, sir. I wanna cum. Can I cum?"

A strong sting forms on your ass cheek to your words as you realise thats him slapping hard against your soft butt cheeks. An angry growl from him made you scared to the bones thinking what might happen now when he speaks.

"Can you cum what?" It took you a minute to understand but you catch onto quick.

"Can I cum please, sir?"

"Now that's a good girl. Yes you can cum now."

Just by his words your pussy gushes out cumming all over his dick when he doesn't even stop to let you cum rather thrusts more into you but sloppily. That's when you realise he's close as you clamp down on him.

"You've been a good girl listening to everything I said. So here's your reward."

And you feel him release his thick hot milk inside your walls painting your inside white and he keeps thrusting until he's milked his cock dry of cum inside your unprotected pussy. The warm feeling of him shooting his cum inside your pussy fills you up as you both pant for air letting go of the exhaustion.

He pulls away and puts his pants back on as you do the same after having him help you down from the desk cause of how much your body was exhausted and how shaky your legs were. Tapping on your skirt once last time you turn to face him as he speaks.

"Dont fail your tests cause I won't take that bullshit anymore and will have authority change your professor instead if you do so."

You keep your eyes down to the ground both from respect and also the overwhelming feeling piling inside your stomach to the thought that you actually got to get your professor dick burried balls deep inside your pussy. You only nod in reply.

"And also focus on class, and if you have any questions, come see me at my office." Your gaze immediately shoots to meet his fierce eyes as you can see through his gaze exactly what he means when you again nod in reply.

And before you could walk away from the desk and out the door fixing your clothes properly, he walks up in front of you and stops you before leaning down onto your ears only to whisper.

"But after hours, of course."

And sends you on your merry way as you sink in the feeling and thoughts of what just happened now with a flustered smile plastered across your face.

But what you failed to notice was the smirk that creeped up on his face as well as he thought to himself about how he'd like to fuck you again another time. Cause he couldn't deny he loved the way your dirty pussy clenched around his fat cock without any hesitation, without any shame.

He just loved the shamelessness of your attitude when you let him do anything with you like his little slave. And he thought to himself once last thing.

You'd make a good slave.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi! Can I request a love triangle headcannons with Johan & Eli? Thank you in advance 💙

I'll be honest. My response is late but I have been thinking a lot about this dynamic ever since I've seen this. In a word: stressful.

Have... whatever the hell this is. And thanks for requesting anon!

Johan Seong/Reader/Eli Jang love triangle hc

This is not a joke. In this essay I will...

Yikes, you're really picking the two with the lowest tolerance for romantic bullshit?

Listen. Any sort of love triangle involving Johan Seong is the worst kind of headache you can ever imagine. See - one night of PAID FRIENDSHIP with Jace Park.

This guy does. not. share.

You really don't want to bring out those sort of mushy squishy feelings from Johan and not fully reciprocate it. What's worse though, is he will not confess so you have to be observant and perceptive yourself.

Give him a definitive yes or a no.

And Eli Jang is pretty guarded with romance after Heather. He's trying to be a good father to Yenna while also taking care of Hostel or whatever the fuck this dumbdumb is upto these days so he doesn't have time for romance.

Having feelings for you brings a lot of turmoil and stress that is very much unwelcomed. Thinks about you a lot. Playing happy family in his head once all this blows over.

Eli's a very busy guy and doesn't seek you out, though will call and message quite a bit. Just to talk to you and be friendly, even though this is completely not the type of thing he does.

How a love triangle could work

The only way I would see this working is if you are not aware of their feelings for you. If you do know and keep stringing them along, they will definitely peace out asap.

Them being aware of each other's feelings won't be a dealbreaker, but during the more... difficult moments, they might just think it is more effort than it's worth with everything else happening around them.

Surprisingly little crossover between these two. There was their fights quite a while back, but Eli and Johan are very much like two ships passing. Similar arcs with being Gun's successors and being trained by Tom Lee.

Basically, you're never going to really see them together but they WILL give you a migraine.

So. Some actual headcanons

These are opposites in many ways.

Eli will try to take up your time mentally, but Johan will almost always physically be around. Trailing after you, being with you.

If you get some pings on your phone, Johan's guard would immediately go up. Who is that?? Would never outright ask, the irritation simmering below the surface and jealousy exhibiting through other actions.

Similarly, take too long to respond back to Eli then he will start having all these doubts. Less about his actual feelings for you, but more on the timing and whether seeking you out is a good idea at all.

And because there is so little interaction between these two, unfortunately you are stuck in the middle.

AND they seem like the type that would always harbour a grudge against each other for their previous run ins (especially Johan), and see each other as competition. Vying for your affection is just another way for them to butt heads.

Eli through the phone: "tell Johan I can always give him a haircut, he looks like he needs one." Johan, being so quick-witted, will probably respond with "fuck off" and give you the cold shoulder for days.

Or Johan will hide your phone or distract you so much that you forget to respond back to Eli or completely miss his call.

They're both hot and cold in different ways. Johan will be mad at his feelings for you, stay away, and then find he can't. During his sweeter moments, he will be around you a lot, something of a lost puppy. But when he's at his most childish and selfish worst, he will vanish for ages leaving you to worry.

As mentioned, Eli will just be constantly fretting about the timing of this and feeling guilty about speaking to you when his focus should be elsewhere. So he might go quiet and pull away for a bit. Eventually, you'll contact him and then he'll think hearing your voice, reading your texts, occasionally seeing your face makes it worth it though.

In summary

Good fucking luck with these two.

The best advice is to be perceptive of their feelings for you then stay in one goddamn lane.

#if youve made it this far congrats #ramblings of a madwoman #and sorry for any forgotten details #might have forgotten some huge plot points tbh #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #eli jang #eli jang x reader #johan seong #johan seong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[kassymalone]

A Little Rant about Fun

Remember fun?

Remember when you could do things just because they were fun?

It keeps coming to mind recently, and it's starting to drive me nuts.

I've always done things with my hands - I used to do art before uni destroyed my love and confidence, I write things, I cross stitch, I make models, and I do these things because I enjoy them. Unfortunately I've come to hate talking to people about my hobbies because the almost always have the same response - 'what do you do with that?'

Do I sell on Etsy? No I fucking don't, this pattern took me 15 hours to finish, do you know how much I would have to charge for it?

Do I do freelance writing? No I fucking don't, why would I want a second soul-crushing job on top of my first soul-crushing job?

Why don't I actually get published instead of wasting my time with fanfiction so I can actually make some money off it? WHY DON'T YOU DO IT IF ITS SO FUCKING EASY

I've been thinking of making a quilt recently, with patches of all my favourite things, but I don't want to talk to anyone about it because I can already hear them asking 'and what are you going to do with it? Is this your practice one before you sell them? No, don't do it that way, that's the wrong way, no-one will like it!'

(Don't get me started on the 'you're doing it wrong' crowd, gatekeepers are a different rant.)

JUST LET ME DO THINGS. NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO MAKE MONEY. I know we're in a cost of living crisis right now, but I've been hearing this shit since I was a teenager, twenty fucking years ago! I still remember being talked out of singing lessons when I had a little extra money because 'what would I do with it?' Well fuck, my fat ass was never going to be the next Adele, but maybe I could have just had fun doing something I enjoy, but better?!

ON A RELATED NOTE!

You know what disproportionately annoys me? When people call the Nintendo Switch a 'toy' as if it's a bad thing. Like... yes? It's a toy? I play games on it?

'But the frame rate!', 'But the graphics!', 'But it can't run XX game!' WHO FUCKING CARES.

Yes, the xbox and playstation can connect to netflix and play blue rays and cook you dinner and raise your children, but they also cost a months rent and have all these bells and whistles to distract you from the fact that they JUST FUCKING TOYS. There's nothing either of them can do that I can't do on my PC, better and cheaper, and not have to turn on five different peripherals to make it work.

'But 4K!', 'But you can see the character follicles in this new game!', 'But the horses testicles react to the weather!'

Are you not having fun? Are you not enjoying playing your game? Never once have I been in the middle of a game and thought 'I'd be enjoying this more if it had more pixels.' I'm not even against other consoles, use whatever you prefer - if you like modern real-to life graphics then more power to you, but the amount of people who act like it actually matters somehow is concerning...

Yes, the switch hardware is behind what the xbox and playstation can do... but its a toy. Nintendo has never forgotten that it makes toys, and that's why I like it. It sits on my table, connects to my other monitor. I listen to long form youtube videos while I play TOTK. If I'm feeling sassy, I play it handheld.

My niece has one. We play Pokémon together and I let her win battles because the point is to be fun.

WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO MY POINT!

FUCK the grindset 'but how can I monetise every possible second?' bullshit, FUCK the 'taking this thing that should be fun way too seriously' bullshit.

LET PEOPLE DO THINGS JUST BECUASE THEY'RE FUN.

LET THINGS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUN BE FUN.

And now I've used the word 'fun' so much it's lost all meaning.

Much like fun itself.

[cumxxslutt]

Hey! Love your stuff. Legit makes my day! Anyway for a poly request? The bloodline takes care for a grumpy bratty gf after a bad shopping day? (Not nsfw but pampering and reassurance 🥰)

I literally appreciate you for your kind words and I stayed up all night for this so that’s that but , yeah mama enjoy the fic it’s not that good but send more request! . 😭🎀

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What’s wrong mama .

Fem/Black Reader

Warnings: umm nothing major , cussing

Bloodline x Reader -sami

"oh my god" I mumble walking around Footlocker after running literally running away from paparazzi in damn heels , my feet hurting feeling like I'm walking on legos , finally seeing the shoes I want

I walk towards the front and making it there I see a white girl with pretty brown hair "Hi Darling , do you guys have these in a size four" I say smiling at her she looks up "umm-" her sentence

was cut short when she looked up at me "holy shit" she said droping the pen she had in her hand I only chuckled "so" I said dragging the 'O' "oh yeah , yes we do have them in a four" she says

while looking up at me in awe "okay perfect", can you bring me a pair please" I said "of course" she said running to the back , its been about 15 min- "here you go" she says happily

"thank you" she started ringing Everything Up "okay your total is 245$" I reach in my purse and pull out a card "here you go" I said handing her jimmys card , she took it and swiped it

"okay your all set" she says handing Me my bag and handing The card back "thank you" I say putting the card back in my purse I grab The bag and begin walking out , as I'm pushing the door open

I hear a loud screech turning towards the scream I see My Fans and a couple of paparazzi "fuck" I mumble , Now don't get me wrong I love my Fans but sometimes I just wanna have a day without

All the Famous bullshit , quickly turning around and walking the other way I hear pounding footsteps , shit , I can barley run with these damn bags and long ass heels , next time I will be

putting on my converse , Before I could say anything I felt a Hand pull me by my collar turning around I see Brandi my Manger , "come on" she yelled over all the noise taking a few bags out

my hands running down a small alley seeing my Brother in the driver seat Brandi opened the door pushing me and my bags in and slamed the door then hopped in the passnger "slam my fucking door

again" my brother said "shut up and drive" Brandi said then he pulled off , 5 mins into the ride I said "how did you guys know where I was" I said genuinely curious "look" Brandi said tossing me

her phone I grab it seeing the girl from footlocker the video she made Was her recording herself first then flipping the camera on me with the caption being “omg you guys look Y/n L/n is here pull

up" putting the address at the end of the sentence "what . the . fuck" I said throwing Brandi back her phone , The Car ride to my house was silint after that , finally pulling into my driveway

seeing My Car + My Husbands hopping out and grabbing my bags "do you nee-" My brother started "NO" I yelled stomping towards my front door , setting a couple bags down to grab my key and unlocking

My door picking my bags back up and kicking the door open after seeing my brother pull off .

Jey Pov:

"Aye y/n back" I said yelling to Boys , they came running from the kitchen seeing her walk in I walked towards her "hey ma-" she pushed me back "MOVE" she said dropping her bags

what?? she ran straight up the stairs after taking off her heels "what's her problem" solo said Nobody answered him , Roman walked upstairs we all stood there for a second then started

following him "Y/n" Roman said No response "y/n" he said a little louder , "what" we muffled through the door "don't 'what' me" Roman said she stayed quiet "whatever" she said probably rolling

her eyes "open the door" jimmy spoke up "NO" she yelled through the door "y/n stop playing with me , and I wasen't asking you I was telling you" jimmy said calm but we all knew he wasen't

we all waited a couple minutes until we heard the door unlock and feet running from the door Roman pushed the door open as we walked in to see her hiding under the covers I walked ove

and sat on the bed the boys doing the same , It was quiet until we heard sniffles "whats wrong ma" I said shaking her "nothing" she mumbled "well something must be wrong you came in here

with a attitude and now your crying" solo said "its not fair" she said "whats not fair" Roman said "Because" she started throwing the covers off of her and sat up "I just wanted to get

out of the house today , and go have time to myself but no I can't even do that" she vented dramatically falling back into the pillows "well" I started but stoped "well what" she said looking up at me "well

your a celebrity of course people are gonna ask for pictures and shit" I shrugging feeling bad for my babygirl "I know but nobody knew That I was there , well yeah a few paparazzi but that's

all" Stated lifting her body up from off the pillows and moving to sit in solos lap "so your crying because a few paparazzi knew you where there , mama a few-" Roman was about to finish talking

but she cut him off "I'm sorry for cutting you off Smush [I stay calling somebody smush 😭], but it wasn’t just a few paparazzi" she said "you good mama , but what do you mean?" Roman asked confused also saying what the rest where thinking

Y/n Pov: "And thats when I got here" I say finshing off my story of what happend earlier "hold up let me get this right , so you where getting shoes , then she went to get your size came

back after like 14-15 , and as soon as you where leaving a lot of people showed up?" solo said trying to wrap his mind around everything "yes" she said hiding her face in his neck "why

would she even do something like that" I said crying My damn heart out "I don't know mama" roman mumbled I only whimperd thinking it was my fault about what happend moving my braids

out my face a getting off of solo and onto the bed feeling very guilty jimmy noticeted the look on my face , "whats wrong pretty girl" he said making the other boys look at me "nothing"

I mumble "something has to be wrong you look upset , whats on your mind" he said pulling me closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck "do you feel like it's my fault" I say looking

down at my lap "what" Jey says "like I should of just put on a hat and some glasses or-" I stoped once I got cut off "no" Roman said "huh" I replied looking up at him "you should not ever

feel like this is your fault , shes the one who told the world where you where at , not you and you shouldent have to think any of this is your fault" he said I felt like crying again "but-"

I said and before I could finish It was jey who cut me off this time "like he said not any of this shit was your fault , now how about we give you a bath , and get you something to eat" he

said and I only nodded with a weak smile as jey gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips , roman doing same , as solo and jimmy kissed my temple .

"stopp" I giggle as jey tickled me while he and jimmy where susposed to be giving me a bath , "okay come here mamas" jimmy said grabbing my wrap and shower cap , putting on my head and making

sure it was secure they started washing me , finally after at least 16-17 mineutes of my bath , most of that time spent of me and jey throwing soap at eachother jimmy picked me up and wrapped

a towle around me , jimmy taking off my wrap and shower cap then getting my lotion and body oils and putting them on me , then getting me dressed in some silk pink shorts and one of solo shirts

then putting some oil through my scalp , and finally putting my bonnet on , jey picked me up and carried me down stairs , "Hi Babygirl" I heard roman say jumping down from jey and running and

jumping in roman arms "hi papi" I mumble in his chest "here" he says handing me my food "thank you" I say standing on my tippy toes to kiss him running over to the living room , food in hnad

"be careful" I here solo call out "mhm k" I mumble looking for something to watch ,

"ouu" I mumble as I turn on euphoria ,

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"LOOK THATS ME" I yell pointing at the screen as my character came into

the frame "yes that is you" jimmy said leaning over to give me a kiss , Thank God For My Boys .

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Hoped you guys liked it !! 🤭🎀🙌🏾

*NOT MY GIF*

*did not read over*

#roman reign fic #wwe x reader #jimmy uso x reader #jey uso x reader #solo sikoa x reader #wwe fics #roman reigns x reader #the bloodline 🎀 #cumxxslutt.writes🎀 #🎀 .

[luigiblood]

Game Ownership

In sort of a response to the Ubisoft director of subscriptions where he said that we need to get more confortable not owning games...

Well, reading that interview from GamesIndustry.biz, turns out he never really said that. It's more of an observation of the gaming subscription services, and comparing different views. It's actually a pretty interesting read.

But the negative response to the more clickbait part where the gamers went very much against this from the get go was something that particularly striked me as how I really just didn't feel like I was part of those who responded like this.

I do not care about owning games that much. I may be a owner of retro consoles, games, and about 50 Switch physical games, but the reasons ranges from passion to just practical and economical.

Taking the example of the Switch, what currently makes me attached to physical games are more of how it's usually cheaper in my country (like, first party games day one tend to be 25% off brand new), and the practicality when you live in a household with 2 Switch systems, it's just easier to share the games that way with your family. If I could just buy digitally with the same advantages, I'd just do that.

This view on game ownership has mostly to do with my past of a guy who pirated games and movies like crazy before we got a little more comfortable paying for stuff. But this past also comes with a deeper importance on the presence of data locally. Cloud gaming is something I hate on passionately if the industry keeps going on that as a means to play games exclusively. It would be the kind of thing that would make my heart broken about modern gaming as a whole, but thankfully we're not even close to there, and I suspect we'll never be.

But I could also not need to pay for the games, I don't really see a lack of ownership as a problem on its own. The only thing that matters is if it's practical or not, and that's the part that feels like it tends to be skipped when explained. That's how it went about movies and music.

That practicality is critical, and that is the part that's the most in danger. The big reason why is how companies can decide on a whim what is accessible to suit their needs. That WILL be completely in the process of enshittification due to how companies have to keep growing until it makes no more sense. You don't even need to look very far to understand this, video streaming services are already very good at doing absolutely this, but I also dare say the Game Pass and PlayStation Plus are on a similar boat to a different extent, though.

One of the recent examples of how bad shit is HBO Max's removal of a huge amount of content just for a massive tax write down. There is financial incentive to fuck us all, and I consider the future to do absolutely that in the long term for gaming.

That kind of thing SUCKS. That is what we're actually scared of as a consumer. I hate seeing art being considered as a throwaway product.

I even saw a french article that was so complacent with this and kept saying complete bullshit things like "oh if they remove that game from the service, just take it as an opportunity to play another one" just, fuck off. That's not how I see this kind of service.

I love Nintendo Switch Online, despite a lot of its flaws, and hate on Virtual Console's overall legacy personally. I'm all for ways to allow discoverability and pick the curiosity of people. That's the kind of shit that I love in having some ease of access to catalogs, despite not owning them.

Wasn't it the dream to just access to everything with less money though? Don't tell me otherwise because I wouldn't believe you. I do think there's something nice in this kind of service, but we also need to figure how to keep companies from the inevitable enshittification that will ensue on the constant need for growth beyond any reasonable sense.

#gaming #streaming #opinion #ownership

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Alex.

You were borrowing the rogues phone, yours in the next room charging. You decided to tease them a little, calling their name. The second they turned their head you tried to look livid. "Who the fuck is Alex?" You knew they weren't cheating but you figured a little tease compared to the antics they pulled on you wouldn't hurt.

The Riddler: He blinked, distracted by the anger laced in your voice. "Excellent question, who is this Alex and why do we care?" He looked over his shoulder and it took you everything in your power not to laugh. "No, Edward. Tell me now. I can see the name in your phone. Who is that?" You asked pointedly. "I don't know an Alex." He waved you off, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist. You marched up to him turning his chair and leaning over him. "I'm not gonna ask you again. Who the fuck is Alex?" "Are you dumb? Did I not just say- why are you laughing!?" He looked at you perplexed as you failed to hold back your smile. "You said 'excellent question...!'" You trailed off with a laugh. "Were you just joking around!?" He asked helplessly. You nodded, unable to breathe from your laughter. "Good grief, you're a menace!" He balled up a piece of paper and threw it at you as you backed away.

Scarecrow: Scarecrow gave you a condescending look. "I'm sorry, does it look like I've been charming anyone other than you? You're the only one stupid enough to be in a relationship with me, dearest!" At his blunt response you burst out laughing. You had nothing to say in response to that other than. "I was just kidding." A weak response admist your laughing. "Uh huh, yeah, that was obvious." Scarecrow smirked muttering along the lines of "Jonny is clearly rolling in all the admirers. We have a double life. Batman roams the streets at night whilst I become my secret identity, the Casanova." You burst out laughing and he joined you in laughter. "Ah, me seducing anyone but you. You're funny. I tell Jonny all the time. This is why we love you." He sighed fondly, turning back to his computer.

Two-Face: He shrugged. "Don't know, why?" Harvey asked. "Quit glarin' at us like that!" Harv' huffed. "You have a text from Alex. Who's that? Your bit on the side?" "You take that back!" Harv' fired back. Harvey sighed as he rose to a stand from the couch. "Gorgeous, why would you ever think something like that?" He asked. You stared him down. "Heads, we show 'em who's boss." Harv said gruffly. "How about head's, you quit the bullshit and tails you tell me who the fuck Alex is." You remarked. "Hey, now..." Harvey frowned. "Uncalled for. At least give me a last name. Alex who?""I don't know. Apparently, they're close enough you didn't find a last name necessary." You replied crisply. "Give me that!" Harv' snatched his phone and hunted through his contact list. "There is no Alex! I didn't even get a message from anyone! What are you-" The moment he looked up, he saw your smile. "You're playing with us!" Harv' huffed. "Heads! Heads!" He dug into his pocket. "Oh shit!" You squeaked and hurried to hide in the bedroom. "You better run, your ass is done!" Harv' called out.

Copperhead: "Alex? I don't know one, why?" They sighed with boredom. "Cops!" You covered you mouth, cutting yourself off like you were holding back anger but really were holding back a smile before masking it. "Oh, are you getting angry?" Copperhead smiled widely their foot travelling up your side. "Are you gonna spank me?" Their eyes gleamed as their snake like tongue slithered out between their teeth, smile wide. You took a deep breath once again masking your true excitement with anger. "Who is Alex?" You demanded. Copperhead pulled you into their lap. "I already told you I don't know, precious." They began to nibble on the side of your jaw. You grabbed their neck, tugging them away from your jaw and making them look at you. They hissed affectionately through a smile. "Larissa." You warned. "Oh, my real name? Sounds serious." They teased. "Tell me wh-" Your demeanor broke as you burst into laughter. "Damn it!" You cried out. "I was so close! All I could think about was you asking if I was gonna spank you. The fuck!?" You demanded through giggles. "Gets you every time, precious." They replied smug. "I'm being serious though, I don't know any Alex." "I know! I was joking!" You said loudly.

Penguin: "Alex? As in Alexand-... From the lounge? Don't imagine why I'd have any numbers for the dancers. That's why I pay for a landline in my office." Oswald rambled to himself, glancing over the newspaper in his hands. "Oz? Is there someone else you're not telling me about?" That question certainly had his attention. He turned in his seat, eyebrow raised. "You serious? Aw baby, you ain't gotta worry about that. You're my one and only! Does this really get to you?" He asked. You broke. "I was joking, you took me so seriously! I feel bad now!" You said loudly and he let out a sigh of relief. "Bloody hell, sweetheart, so there's isn't anyone on my phone? I was gettin' worried someone was messin' with my phone!" He beckoned you over with a shake of his hand. "You tryna give me a heart attack?" He asked as his hands cupped around your thighs. "Meh, my version of a little CPR." You winked. "How you wound me sweetheart! I'm old- not that old...I've got a few years yet." The more he spoke the more hesitant Oswald sounded. "Don't even go there, Oz!" You playfully swatted his shoulder. "We've already agreed, I'm going first!" He leaned back. "Since when!? I never agreed to that!" "Didn't need you to, that's just how it's going to go." You bent down and kissed his cheek.

#whothefuckisava #isshetheothergirrrllll #i swear that part is catchy #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #penguin #copperhead #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #larissa diaz

[sapphire-weapon]

So I never played OG RE2. Only OG4. It's why the romance in RE6 hit me like a train. I was like "where would this even come from!? the love makes no sense, it's written at random?" I had no idea how different RE2 was and I would love to see RE5 and 6 remade and handle (practically every character) a bit differently to see where it goes. My main issue with Aeon was that it just made no sense to me, lol. I'd still like to see Ada go off and have her own arc separate from Leon though in future releases (though yeah... she's a side character... I won't hold my breath).

Anyway, as you've pointed out how the original was so different, may I ask why you didn't like original Aeon? (Apart from the uh... very tastless and blatant misogyny and racism via asian fetishisation, if you have them). It would be interesting to hear a perspective about the older narrative.

Don't misunderstand. Aeon still doesn't make any fucking sense. It never has. It only works conceptually when you're talking about the story beats in very broad strokes like I did in response to your last ask. In execution, it is a clusterfuck of nonsense that goes nowhere and has no reason to exist.

OG RE2 gives us some incredible dialogue like:

"I know her! Ada wouldn't do something like that!" (Really, Leon? You know her? This woman you met like four hours ago who's spent half the game running off on her own and not telling you shit? You know her?)

"I know that I'm not capable of caring about anyone, but... I don't want to lose you." (What does this mean, Ada??? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN EVEN)

"Ada! Running off like that was reckless and stupid! Those zombies are everywhere -- not to mention that thing that got Ben!" "I was there, Leon. I know."

Romance of the century, right here.

In the ending to LeonB in OG, Ada refers to herself as "just a woman who... fell in love with you" and then kisses Leon and "dies" in his arms and it is SO FUCKING STUPID AND MAKES NO GODDAMN SENSE AT ALL LMAO

I have no idea what those two see in each other, and the "romance" only makes sense if you think of it as a trauma response and not a genuine love.

Ada is only ever utilized in RE to service Leon's character, which is bullshit when you consider how many REALLY IMPORTANT plot things she's tied up with that never pay off for her at all, because they disappear from her story as soon as they stop being connected to Leon in some way. It's fucking awful.

But, again. On paper and in concept, it's a really interesting relationship. I've personally made an in-depth case as to how to justify it, but it only works in concept. In execution, Aeon is the literary equivalent of blowing fart noises into your hands to a very vague rhythm and calling it music.

[every-dayiwakeup]

I've got a few things to get off my chest:

🔵The next time I see anyone saying "yeah he died and apologized but it's still not enough" my response will be:

So tell Jesus that sacrifice isn't enough and neither is "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing".

Actions speak louder than words, and on top of that Billy's last words were an apology.

But I guess when you add it all up in the Catholic calculator, it means absolutely nothing.

Too much talk of change without mentioning the integral step for change, which would be getting Billy support and him leaving his abusers.

We write fanfictions where he gets to do that because canon would not give it to us, which is ultimately what fanfiction's sole purpose is.

Unpopular opinion maybe, but I don't think Billy is the one that needs to change here. I believe that his environment makes all the difference, and even then it sure as hell won't be easy.

There's nothing wrong with him, and I often see people overexaggerating "what he's done".

Why aren't other characters in the hot seat? Why specifically Billy? Why are any characters obligated to make up for whatever they've done?

Fiction gifts us escapism, and I've seen an uptake in people blurring the lines between the two.

I don't want Billy to change who he is, and I think it's kind of funny that to some, being in a relationship with Steve (or anyone) will "fix him". Let's not act like Steve Harrington doesn't repress his emotions. He's also like 19, and it makes no sense to me that anyone would want to be in a relationship with someone who's goal isn't to love you, but to "fix you" somehow until you're "worthy of love".

You're basically dating a therapist.

🔵Let Billy Hargrove be messy. Quite frankly other characters should be, too! He is a textbook abuse victim, and if you can't accept or bother to understand what abuse does to someone, that's a you problem.

Let characters make mistakes. Relating to Billy aside, I enjoy him because he stands alone among npc characters, and I firmly believe if not for the narrative:

not being able to handle him

trying to reduce him to a joke like damn near every other character (yes hahaha have a bunch of forty year olds creepily watch a teenager, and just for extra laughs let's make him look like a homewrecker and his groomer a feminist!)

framing said victim repeatedly as the big bad teenage "oh he's mature looking" boy (like we don't have enough of that bullshit 😒)

going directly against Dacre's Billy (pushing the whole womanizer thing for one... "happy screams" 😑)

guiding an immature audience to hating a character because he's not a main

refusing to condemn canon abusers while shitting on an abuse victim (for the love of fucking hell, if you feel the need to tell your audience who to hate and who to root for, then I guess you don't think you've done enough of a job as a writer)

... maybe just maybe viewers wouldn't hate or misunderstand Billy as much. Plus in addition to overexaggerating they also tell blatant untruths, so there's that.

I don't know about y'all, but I don't see the point in herding people to like or dislike characters. Let them come up with a conclusion on their own.

I wouldn't even give a flying fuck about what other characters in ST have done, had it not been for the general fandom demonizing one character while putting on their hypocrite hats and their bloated sense of self morality.

They act like Billy is worse than Vecna, Brenner, those bullies in season 1... They refuse to even bring up Neil, and conveniently "forget" that Billy was possessed for most of s3.

The only people I really see making excuses are Brenner and Vecna stans. Oh, and Jason, too.

I don't really care who stans who, but if we're going to keep playing this bullshit morality policing game (with fictional characters 💀), let's not act like the worst character on TV is Billy Hargrove.

Seriously, I can come up with a list of characters (Stranger Things included) who are worse.

The difference being it doesn't keep me up at night... because they're not fucking real.

#billy hargrove #PLS #this was supposed to be my escape from the church #billy #also dacre said billy is jesus #i dont make the rules #is this a fandom wank #idk idc #steve harrington mentioned #anti stranger things fandom #stranger things critical

[caffeineandkerosene]

God so I recently started playing sweet pool which I am like. Not the target demographic for lmao, I honestly just came for the cannibalism/autocannibalism ending because while the other topics in the game aren't like, squicks for me they're also not really my thing but then. Oh my god. I was absolutely NOT fucking expecting to latch on to Zenya so hard, like, fuck. I have not related to/resonated with a character to an extent as far as this since I was a teen playing the first ever VN I got my hands on, like. Oh my god.

Essay under the cut because if I don't get my thoughts out I'm going to Explode:

Zenya is a really interesting contrast to Tetsuo, because while Tetsuo's abuse has in no way left him a normal/healthy human being, he is at least functional. Tetsuo is an exceptional student with "a rotation of girlfriends" and is shown multiple times to behave responsibly (remembering trash duty, not wanting to waste food, feeding the stray cat etc.)

But what Zenya's father did to him left Zenya permanently fucked up physically, mentally, and emotionally. Zenya's behavior is so erratic and unstable, he has no friends in school and everyone talks shit about him lmao. He has such obvious trust issues; while it's clear he does care about Kitani, he is convinced Kitani only puts up with his bullshit due to his loyalty to his father and by extension himself.

The shit with Zenya's family has completely isolated him from the rest of the world. Normal people literally can not understand what Zenya is going through, so why even bother? Zenya hates his father for what he did to him; he lashes out, he's moody, he literally can not control his emotions because of the sickness he's been infected with. And yet he still wants love, he still wants to become the functional Male his father wanted (with Zenya's endings he is either going to produce lots of "babies" with Youji or die cradling his intestines imagining they're the children he was supposed to produce).

We can assume based off the lyrics to Zenya's character song that he is extremely lonely (which is also kind of just. obvious given his situation and isolation) but his situation and circumstances make it impossible for him to reach out on a deep level to anyone with the exception of Youji. And oh my fucking god, VLG ending is what made me go fucking feral so let's talk about that.

Zenya is literally shown to be capable of having Kitani kidnap Youji and Tetsuo. AT ANY POINT IN THE GAME, Zenya could have made Kitani kidnap Youji to keep as his sex slave.

But he doesn't. Ever do that.

Zenya will only take Youji if he is gullible enough to fall for his trick. It's so glaringly obvious that Youji shouldn't trust Zenya that I genuinely could not find anything online of people talking about Zenya's ending being the first ending they got (Makoto's seems to be the most popular for people not using guides) even though Zenya's ending is the first chronologically. Zenya only takes Youji as his if he's gullible enough to follow him like a lamb to the slaughter.

Feeling like the only way someone can love you is through violence and control has been hardwired into Zenya's brain (tbh it was to me too through my abusive family though I'm lucky enough to be away from that and in a stable enough position to be able to work on actively unlearning that). Zenya's ending just fucking hit me like a semi truck because I can see how if I had been genuinely permanently trapped in my terrible situation like he is I could have ended up doing something similar. It's fucking chilling.

Literally everything I've talked about so far is already Real As Fuck for my problems specifically but then even Zenya's relationship with gender is similar to mine like oh my god. Zenya is a defective Male and it's hurt him so fucking deeply. Of course he resents perfect Male Tetsuo who easily gets everything that's been ripped away from him, god Zenya's jealousy is written so well. But the fucking awesome thing about Zenya is how he doesn't try to overcompensate masculinity like one might expect him to with a life like that-- Zenya doesn't use his trauma with masculinity as an excuse to resent all things feminine, but the exact opposite. Zenya leans into his nurturing side-- even in his ending where he literally keeps Youji as his sex/breeding slave he talks about how he wants to take care of him, how he wants to bathe with him and eat with him like. Did Tetsuo do ANYTHING remotely similar in the numerous times he raped Youji?? Literally one of the last parts of VLG is Zenya getting Youji clothes to match his beloved Kristi, Kristi whom he loves and does his best to nurture and take care for throughout the entire game, even making plans for how Kristi will be cared for after his inevitable death in the more "canon" endings. I tend not to headcanon gender and sexuality stuff on characters so I'm not going to theorize about what labels Zenya could be but I just want to say, as a bigender person I've never ever had a character I felt represented how I feel about myself and gender fuckery like with Zenya.

Just. God. I could talk even more about Zenya's reactions to canon events + his feelings about the religion and his chances of being saved but I don't think I have any coherency left at this point lmao. I relate to Zenya so fucking hard it kind of hurts, all of his traits are just so fucking real to me. As someone with such deep-running problems that impair my ability to function and react appropriately to stimuli I just honestly haven't seen a character I could relate to this deeply.

#im so embarrassed lmao god im. zenya shaped brainworms have infested my brain #sweet pool is the ultimate transmasc allegory okay

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I'm going to send this to my four favorite Chris blogs. If you don't want to post this- that's ok. I wanted to offer some advice.

I'm a Seb girl- been a fan of his since the Covenant. I've been through Margarita, Ellie, Ale, Annabelle, all his supposed hookups, all his confirmed hookups and everything in between. Believe me I've seen and heard some shit from that fandom and from Seb himself.

I used to love when he would appear on ig. But I could see the slow deterioration of his mental sanity during lockdown.

I was on furlough when Seb showed up in Spain 7/4/2020. Believe me I was livid. I was spitting venom. What the fuck was he thinking? He just called spring breakers in Miami dumb fucks not two months earlier. And he's in fucking Spain!

We immediately got boat picks of Ale (while I cannot fucking stand her- I will not use the name what was popular for her at the time.) And the fandom had a melt down. Where was our sweet Sebastian? The one who championed staying home? The one who did a bunch of interviews, donated PPE to a hospital, read I love you to the moon and back and spoke about nearly poisoning himself and mustard chicken?!

Then there was another pap walk in Spain. Ale began to bait in her stories and then she showed up in NYC for, you guessed it, another pap walk.

Long story short- it was meltdown after meltdown. Ale's baiting never let up and Seb seemed to be on constant vacation with her when he wasn't actually working.

For a long list of reasons I will not list here it was proven Seb and Ale were PR. And they lasted nearly two years.

I see a lot of the same thing happening in Chris's fandom right now. Yes he is just as responsible for this as Alba (just like Seb was as responsible as Ale was). And it seems, especially with the Disney trip, that the fandom may implode again.

Please listen to a fandom veteran and one who still had ptsd from Seb and Ale- it will all be ok. I know it doesn't seem like it but it will be.

You're in the thick of it now. Just remember this is all bullshit and they will go through great lengths to make you believe this is true. Just try to not let it get to you which is easier said than done (the amount of panic attacks I had between the Seb/Ale actions and the vitriol of the fandom was insane!)

Take care of yourself. Please try to remember that nothing that happens with Chris/Alba will have any effect on you in the real world. Your life will still go on and you will still have things you need to do.

And, since I've seen a few of these questions around I'm going to say my opinion on this, I think it's ok if you're still a fan. Is Chris being an ass now? Fuck yes he is. So was Seb. Does that make him a bad person? I don't think so. He's human and no one is perfect no matter what his image says.

Just try to focus on the good things, don't sweat the small stuff. Remember if she shows up at Disney (God forbid!) It's not the end of the world. Just laugh at the stupidity of it all.

One day this will be behind us and we can thirst in peace again.

I'll still be lurking to see how this plays out. I'm sending good vibes that everything is done a hell of a lot quicker than Seb/Ale. I'll be around if anyone needs some advice!

Good luck fandom! I'm rooting for you!

Thank you for this, Anon! I love other perspectives.

But, wait... you're telling me Chris and Seb both went to European countries on the same day, July 4, 2020, to do papwalks? Wow, I guess that really was CAA at work.

(July 4, 2020, is literally the Lily James hotel papwalk.)

#ask

[keiachi-chan]

Digimon adventure hot takes with little to no elaboration! (Mostly 02)

Warning I get VERY heated about certain things. Feel free to ask me about any of these takes if you want to have a RESPECTFUL convo about it.

Fuck 02 Tk oh my god this stupid insensitive BITCH (I'd still kiss his face!!)

DAMMIT they ruined Kari. (I'd still marry her!!)

Yolei is every 14 year old girl (And I never really liked her????)

Cody can do no wrong he could literally bash my skull in and I'd take him for ice cream after <333 This is not a hot take I just love him to death

Piedmon could've been a great ally if it wasn't for the absolutely abusive "father" that was Apocalymon. Like Piedmon was CREATED to be evil and then nobody ever told them otherwise bc they couldn't!! that's not their fault!! (Its yours >:[ /j)

SORATO MAKES NO SENSE. (Taiora makes the smallest amount of sense if you squint REALLY fucking hard.)

Given the context we get, kenyako is a toxic relationship!! First of all, its parasocial, at least at first. Its like if I ended up dating that one tiktoker who makes cute songs about her cat and rainbow slug sensory toys. I have NO clue who she is! Yolei has a celebrity crush, and even ends up more or less HATING him at some point! They hardly interact and I'm supposed to believe that they're just together now? BULLSHIT!

If Myotismon was a human he'd either be a womanizer or a child predator. The second option is mostly just vibes (and also Kay remembering traumatic events involving his older cousin.)

Devimon was hardly a villain he just seemed like a very smart dude who accidentally made his creative outlet mind control

Tk should punch Ken one more time for good measure (I hate seeing Ken hurt but smack him again)

In an attempt to make the 01 kids (+Tk & Kari) seem "more mature now," Toei just made all the ones who get screentime at all fucking assholes (except Izzy he is still perfect)

Koumi makes no sense to me!! Why???? Its just the geek/popular girl troupe how dare you (maybe its better in tri but I will never know because I will never watch Tri I think)

If Koushirou was a villain the others would not stand a FUCKING chance HE STRAIGHT UP HACKED INTO HIS DIGIMON TO MAKE IT DIGIVOLVE they would die in a SECOND

Takari is too cliche for me to even begin caring about

THE 02 KIDS ARE SO FUCKING MEAN THEY LEAVE DAVIS ON A FUCKING ISLAND AND BULLY HIM ALL THE TIME AND WHEN HE GETS HIS GOLDEN DIGIEGG THEN THEY RESPECT HIM

THIS is my most.. passionate take and I will DIE ON THIS HILL. DAVIS IS A WONDERFUL CHARACTER IN AN UNFITTING SITUATION!!

HE IS A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO SUDDENLY HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND IS THROWN INTO THE SPOTLIGHT TO BE BERATED FOR NOT KNOWING THE INS AND OUTS OF THE DIGITAL WORLD OR HAVING THE MATURITY TO ADAPT RIGHT OF THE BAT

JUST WEEKS AGO HE WAS PLAYING SOCCER AND GETTING BULLIED BY HIS SISTER AND NOW HE HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD? AND PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HATING HIM? BULLSHIT!!

You may argue. "but Kay!!" You say. "Yolei and Cody and Ken are more mature!" You whine. "And your art is really cool!" You compliment

Well, first of all thanks, and second of all let me make something clear

Cody was RAISED to be like that™

Yolei has several siblings and has to help run a store! Of course she has to be mature!!

Ken? his goddamn brother died dude. Trauma forces you to grow up way too fast.

Don't even get me STARTED on the angel tamers If you try to make that argument against Davis using THOSE two, who were trapped in the digital world before, you're so mean!!

Davis lived a normal life before all this! He just grew up with the normal responsibilities and household and everything of a 12 year old! He's just a normal kid in a dangerous situation! Are you going to HATE a child for BEING A CHILD? Holy fuck dude!!!

I WILL DIE DEFENDING DAVIS HE IS THE MOST REALISTIC CHILD CHARACTER AND PEOPLE HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S NOT MENTALLY 20

Anyways uhh if I come up with anything else I'll put it in a reblog

@tangledupblue you wanted to see this post I think-? Sorry if not

Oh also this one will get me hung; I like Taishirou better than Taito. Lol lmao.

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon hot takes #hot takes #kay is sleep deprived and ANGRY

[mymarifae]

id love to learn more about the wxs racism thing could you please point me in a direction to learn more?

ummm i'm not familiar with like... any masterposts explaining it so i'll give ya a quick run down of what i know.

it all started with revival my dream :/ the event that's being cancelled on the english server, because of the racist content, thank god - but like. the gist of the story is wxs puts on a play rui wrote when he was younger and it's your usual Proper Civilized English (the aesthetic they go for is very much like. british steampunk. so. English it is.) Settlers(coughs colonizers COUGHS) vs "Untamed" "Wild" Forest Folk kinda bullshit. just very racist towards indigenous peoples all around. i don't know the actual plot of the play because i don't. care to look into this particular story at all but i've heard several people attempt to defend it by saying "well both sides are responsible for the conflict !!"

... as if blaming indigenous peoples for their own treatment under colonization for the sake of some shitty "both sides" nonsense makes this good 😭?

emu and nene are also both given very insensitive costumes and cards for the event. luckily we will not be subjected to them in the english server 💖

the other big thing is in the 'a desperate situation!? island panic!' event, rui and tsukasa receive cards that depict them in very. orientalist outfits. i don't know a Thing about the event story itself because i saw those cards and walked away forever but frankly even if the story doesn't contain any racist content. those cards... are really bad 🦍. and completely fucking unnecessary. i'm pretty certain this event will get cancelled on the english server too, when it comes around next year. it's garbage that the writing team wasn't allowed to alter the content of revival my dream (thus why they chose to cancel it entirely), and that these events and costumes and cards are still floating around on the japanese server, being racist, but it is a nice surprise to see the content being acknowledged as inappropriate instead of absolute fuckin' radio silence... y'know.

anyways, that's all i know of!! there might be something else, but i'm not really familiar with most of the events on the japanese server, so. if someone else has more info for anon here feel free to drop it here or wherever you want really ^^

#ty for asking politely! see it is so easy to be normal about these things. #mailbox

[aegons-queen-rhaella]

Ok I just read through your previous post to see what the other anon was talking about and yeah....you are aware there’s actual brown skinned girls playing these characters right? And your treatment of the characters have an effect on the people playing them and what you say matters?The other anon put their words bluntly but your repeating what other posters (more than likely team green) say about them and it’s giving that your repeating insulting and disparaging phrases that doesn’t make any sense because they do have little screentime but they did have set up for next season. I do agree that your not having any proper conversation about the show or the characters but what you’ve done is repeat what you’ve heard, which again sounds dumb because it’s wrong. Yes it’s true they need better writing, no it’s not true that they have no lines and no set up. Your obviously taking your dislike of Rhaenyra and Daemon out on Baela and Rhaena. If your rants about them revolve around them simply being on team black then no matter how amazing of characterization they get, you’ll always have a problem with them. Even if it makes sense, no one is switching teams and you know that. You said you call them by the wrong family name on purpose because of your preference, but you have no preference to call other characters by their mother’s maiden name? Those characters, especially Aegon has most of his arc and scenes with his mother but Baela and Rhaena don’t. Those girls have never been called Velaryon before the show came out it’s very weird that you really want to stick to that like you purposely want to do it to be a contrarian to that anon or just trying to be different I don’t know. I’m baffled why you think your responses are appropriate. Are you black? You seem to think only the characters played by white actors can be regarded properly. The anon was talking about something way above arguments for teams but your clearly misunderstanding why what you posted is promblematic. If your black the post is super odd and comes off like your seeking approval and disrespecting two characters played by young black women as your low hanging fruit. Definitely take a step back and learn when someone is speaking about fictional unimportant topics vs real life treatment of black characters from fans

What the fuck? I am a black woman. I know very well that B&R are not going to switch teams. I have read the book. I believe the show did not set them up enough. They didn't have enough character development to make them seem important enough.

This is not some hate black women and purposefully disrespect fictional characters because they are black. No. I love and care for bw and for yall weirdos to come in and say otherwise is weird.

I have talked about Daemon and Rhaenyra if you scroll down far enough you will find them. I am NOT taking my anger of R&D out on B&R because "they are easy targets" or whatever bullshit yall want to pull out your asses. That would be crazy

I'm talking about B&R because I LIKE the characters and wanted them to just a bit more set up. I don't know how this turned into a race thing.

That right there is fucking issue. Stop making everything about race.

I have a personal preference to call them by both names and if you're angry about it oh well. You are going to have to cope

[ghcstvalleychief]

I disliked the idea of a World Tour from the very beginning (maybe cause I hate cringing) but I also understand that in Asia, celebrities often do international fan meetings (they do singing, dancing or any other special things for fans) so I would not judge them too harshly altho the stripper number is actually...hard to watch to say the least lmao I would say that the band number (Cummulus? lol) has actually good potential, they know how to play instruments and if Jeff sings then it would be alright. Sadly MA barely got any stage time in their own country, so I don't expect anything different this time either. It's not that I hate the other actors excepting that Builder man but we barely saw them in the show to get invested in what they do or their characters. I'm here for MA and maybe a lil for JeffBarcode. Perth, Bas and Job are okay cause they stay in their business and are kinda cute but not enough for me to stan lol.

I'm not judging the fans for this debacle at all. I'm judging the company for how this whole thing came together. My issue has never been with the people who may want this. My issue has always been with this company thinking they can pull this off when they're clearly ill equipped and too inexperienced to do so. But see, anon, you may have inadvertently raised enough point for me - if this is something that's quite common in Asia, then why do they believe there's a market for something like this elsewhere? In the continent of Asia, this may be something that could be quite successful. In other parts of the world, would that still be the case? Probably not. But that's where an accountant and finance department would be necessary to determine if this type of investment is lucrative and profitable. Sure, the fans may have wanted this but it was still the company's responsibility to determine whether it was feasible to pull off.

I like Jeff and I feel protective of Barcode somewhat, but I'm not that invested in the rest of them. Luckily, I've been given a crash course in some of the cast names so I know the last three people you mentioned here. However, you could put a gun to my head and ask me to tell you the real names of the characters who play Time, Jom, or Tem and I couldn't tell you. Not even if my life was on the line. Yet, some people truly believe it's normal to stan 16 people like this. I don't even care about and/or are interested in 16 people in my real life, anon, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that respect. So if there's not 16 people I know in real life that I check on every day, then why do people believe I (or anyone) would ever choose to become emotionally invested in the real lives of 16 people I may or may not even remember from this show? I'm sure they're lovely people, (obviously not all of them) but my time is way too precious for that. Nobody has the time for something like that, unless they're really young and/or naïve and believe it's possible to do so.

Yeah, I said it. People who push this OT 16 bullshit are naïve as fuck. You're just as clueless as Pond.

#anonymous #answered asks #the only person I truly despise is build #the rest of them? I just don't care #it's nothing personal but ... #I don't hate them but I also don't care either