Can’t believe this needs to be said but I’ve come across a weirdo so:

Don’t post RPF about the fucking actors.

These are real live actual people, some of them married with kids. They are not your Ken dolls. Thirsting over them is one thing, constructing a fantasy and making it publicly available is quite another. You don’t know which of them are lurking on tumblr or anywhere else, and furthermore it’s not like any of these guys are so massively popular that whatever you’d write would get buried by other posts.

Just, for god’s sake, if it’s something Anna Todd would do, maybe you should think twice.

Pairing // Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Word count // 4.9k

Tags // 18+ ONLY, AFAB reader, soft simon riley, written from simon’s perspective, mild descriptions of injury and blood, hurt and comfort, aka simon finally allows himself to be looked after <3, he is a big boy with a heart that yearns to be loved you cannot convince me otherwise, the softest of smut, praise, you accidentally give ghost a 'sir’ kink, reader calls ghost sir a couple of times because they’re hot like that, unprotected sex (tut tut), creampie, a whole lot of swearing

AN // i love this man a ridiculous amount, so me writing nearly 5k about how much i love him was inevitable

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Simon Riley is not a man who cares about his own health. In fact, his wellbeing never has, and never will be a priority to him. He has work to do, gruelling, gritty, gruesome work, it is beyond pointless wasting time even thinking about when he last had more than 3 hours sleep, or how long it’s been since he consumed anything other than cold military rations. In his defence, he’s never really had a reason to give a shit, he sees the hourglass whenever he allows himself to close his eyes; watches the sand slip rapidly through the cracks, counting down until his inevitable, most likely painful death. He’s living life on a timer, and he’s never had a reason to change that.

Until he met you.

the fact that I haven't seen anyone talk about Ghost's or König's stretch marks. Not the ones from the muscle building, but from their growth spurt. On their legs - knees and thighs and on their back. Hell, with the size of König, his whole back must be covered in those beautiful stretch marks. Now that gives me a lot of ideas...

Dude, I have social anxiety, and although I can't speak for everyone who has it, I am not a stuttering helpless mess in public. I keep reading all of these fics where they write König like a stuttering, blushing mess who can't hold a decent conversation. Like please, this man is absolutely feral and sassy on the battlefield. He's probably just a reserved guy who doesn't fancy big crowds or social situations or eye contact. He's not helpless. I'm not trying to be offensive and I'm sure that we all have our own journeys with anxiety. . .

But please guys he's a grown man who literally kills people for a profession and has an attitude while he does it😭

But maybe it's just the adrenaline, what do I know?

TAIJU SHIBA - SHIRTLESS

TOKYO REVENGERS 2.06

when the inferior underdeveloped latin american football steals your world cup

I love and appreciate fanfic authors, but I read their notes and I have to wonder what fucked up shit they did in a past life to make god hate them so much. Like why do the worst things happen to fanfic authors and they just brush over it. I’ll be reading a fluffy fic and the notes will be “hey sorry the fic is late both my parents died, I’m in hospital right now, and my house burnt down. anyway hope u enjoy this chapter!!“ bro???? Are you okay?????

ML Determination Spoilers!

I knew this day would come but I still wasn’t prepared

No More Regrets

synopsis. Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with you’re late night reminiscing. If he doesn’t blow you up first that is. 

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.6k words 

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst if you wear glasses

notes. Reposting this because it was literally my first fic I was proud of on this site like a year ago, and cuz I just hit 100 followers over the span of like three days because of a sad fic. Y'all really like angst damn. The kiss scene in this fic makes me remember why I love him every time i re-read it.

The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week,— as a spur of the moment decision to get together for “one last high school road trip”, as they’ve labeled it. 

Not that graduating high school would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.

It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn’t a bad idea. 

Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore. 

You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.

Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back.  

With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.

Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked

As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls. 

“—Bakugou?” you asked uncertainly. 

He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach. 

“Y/N.” he started, sounding annoyed, “What do you want.” 

As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose. 

You bristled at his tone. Oh boy.  “— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn’t really sleep- so I thought I’d come sit here for a while.” you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall. 

He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. 

It wasn’t that you and Bakugou hated each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, and had gone head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times,— but to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.

Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of. 

But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself 

“Well then,— since you were here first, I’ll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.” You turned around to quickly make your leave.

“— Oi, wait-” 

You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean than say what he wanted to.

“Tch, You can stay.”

Eh??

“What?” You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard. 

"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.

Rolling his eyes, he looked away. 

“I said, you can stay dumbass — you won’t find a better fucking place here than this.”

He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying. 

You blinked dumbly at him. 

“Or you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I don’t care.” he chided. 

Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off. 

You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you. 

You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cute— were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face. 

You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far you’ve all come in the last three years, — as hero’s, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over. 

“Oi, What are you thinking about so hard.” 

You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing. 

“You got that stupid look on your face when you’re thinking about something too much,— keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.” 

Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, “It’s pretty weird that high school’s almost over huh? We’re gonna be adults pretty soon.”

He clicked his tongue at you, “Don’t pull this shit on me y/n, I didn’t let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.”

You looked away and sighed in exasperation, “I’m not gonna get sappy asshole, but just― ah, I don’t know, do you regret anything?” 

“Regret?— no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and that’s exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Don’t ask stupid questions you dolt.”

You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?

“Ok, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didn’t have the uniform high school experience most kids do.”

You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldn’t do much other than sleep after class. 

“Is there anything you regret missing out on?” 

He fixed you with an impatient look, “What is that even supposed to mean.”

You hesitated, “Like, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that we’re too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the time— and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.” 

You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before yunno.”

 You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. “It’s probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.” 

“Hm,— loser.” 

You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking, — but his gaze held some other feeling you couldn’t quite place.” 

You sighed and turned to him, “Ok, — so I’ve spilled my deepest desires to you, now it’s your turn, blasty.” 

He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly. 

“I regret not blowing you’re ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.”

You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused. 

Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue. 

“I guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,― ’m always gonna be the best.” 

You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before. 

“Aw.” You shove him with your shoulder, “Look at you being all mature and accepting your faults.” 

He snaps his head towards you, “Wha― shut up! Their not faults! I don’t have faults!”

A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll. 

You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, but breaking the quiet, Bakugou muttered something else.

“What?”

“I said, I’ve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked y/n.”

You gawked at him. He’s never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!

“But, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!”

He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you. 

“Yea, whatever— so do you want to or not?” 

You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. “Want to what?” you asked. 

“Hah?” He growled. “You’re the one who fucking― fuck, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!”

Kiss? Bakugou? What?

You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart. 

You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this. 

One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them. 

You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, ― he won’t back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win. 

But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face though and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He grumbled. “I only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing an’you shouldn’t graduate regretting shit like a loser―” 

“―Ok.” You interrupted. 

“Hah? Ok?

The heat you’d been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through as you shifted tensely. 

“Yeah, C’mon it’s fine, I want this.” 

His face reddened further and his eyes widened. “Don’t say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.” 

You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, “I- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut up Bakugou!” 

“You shut up!”

Ugh, hormonal teenagers! 

You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was watching you closely. 

He sighed and glared at you. 

“y/n, I can’t kiss you if you’re not looking at me.” 

You only peered at him with wider eyes. 

How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash. 

Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through you’re eyelashes.  

You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely. 

Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world. 

You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek. 

You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating rapidly even over the wind and the waves.

His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you ever closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously. 

Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer. 

One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.

For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it. 

The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth. 

Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind. 

You’re mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right. 

After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. 

Somewhere in you’re intoxicated state, you realized that one of his hand’s hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling. 

He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost groaned out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.

“Well.” You started, voice a little broken. “That was ― nice.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldn’t help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state. 

“Yea,― nice.” he answered. 

He then grinned slyly at you and you’re heart skipped a beat, you just weren’t used to seeing him with such a boyish look you told yourself. 

“So then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.” 

You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a playful glare.

“Yeah, No more regrets, asshole.”

Goten, please just do your homework already.

I feel you ‘Ten 💜

HARD TO GET [4]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

word count: 4.4k

notes: annoying smelly drunk mf tries to get on you so tw for that other than that enjoy horny ran ig

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So far from the new trailer for the DBS movie, here are some of Gohan's books:

Butterflies and moths:

Insects:

Natural insect and disease control:

I'll add more if I or anyone else sees more!

EDIT: From Twitter, a Korean mutual of mine noticed "Insect Life":

Did Cell traumatize Gohan this badly 😂

I love u mirai

The end of DBZ Abridged Ep 55 had me dying, man

This doujinshi fills me with so much happiness…~ ((︶ω︶))♡ “Happy Rainyday” was drawn by Pachi/Amepati; originally published in the Dragothology. translator ★