Echo-oaks - Writing Everything

He wants to play UNO

I used to be under the impression that if Taka felt like he was cornered he would absolutely fight his way out but now I'm not sure if he has it in him to hit anyone outside of sparring. I kind of just think even though he could thrash the majority of people in a fight, he would rather take a punch than risk breaking a school rule and defend himself. And even then he would probably apologize profusely if he thought he had hurt someone, even if he hadn't.

Also, I don't know if this is controversial but I think he came into Hope's Peak completely unwilling to spar with a girl. It was only when he met and sparred with Sakura, Hina, Akane, Mukuro, etc in gym class and after school activities that he had the realization "oh, wait, women aren't actually that fragile and I can fight them in a controlled environment without breaking them" after he was beaten in many many sparring matches.

Even then, he only agreed to spar with them after so much convincing that it nearly didn't happen. And he did it gently and had watering eyes if he so much as tapped them too aggressively. By the end of the year he knew the score and fought them as equals. In fact, he really enjoys fighting Sakura, in the same way he enjoys challenging Celeste's luck by playing board games with her. If anything by the end of the school year he's more gung ho about fighting the girls than the other boys in the class.

I don't know if it's a mentality given to him by his grandfather, his moral compass being skewed in the slightly wrong direction, the fact he's scared he might be accused of something if he touches them, or the fact he never interacted with a girl in depth before Hope's Peak, but this HC basically boils down to he drank too much respect women juice and accidentally became patronisingly sexist until he had it (affectionately) beaten out of him by powerful women.

What if I took the badly written lesbian and made her my own. what then.

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Rummaging thru the Railroad's old intel, SS Bullseye finds... an old foto?!

OH SO FRUSTRATED

꒰ ͜͡➸ hi my aot fever is back

༘♡ that night you caught your squad captain touching himself

༘♡ ft: levi ackerman x gn!reader

༘♡ tw: NSFW, pet play, pretty boy's dick and moans, he's whiny and I'm not sorry, switch!levi, hand-job + blow-job

one thing about levi ackerman was his frustration. he was oh so frustrated. always with clenched fists and gritted teeth, and this dark look that could single-handedly kill a man without even trying.

the strongest soldier was always left unsatisfied, when he was done with his drink he was still thirsty, after every dinner he was leaving the table hungry. he always wanted more, but he never did anything to quench his thirst, staying silent instead and fulfilling his role as leader.

not once had he ever broken his mask. at least not in public.

"fuck..." he whined in a low voice.

his hands were slightly trembling, he was trying to keep a steady pace but sometimes his hips were rutting against his hand on their own. a few tears were slowly starting to gather in the corner of his eyes. they were tears of frustration, he wanted to feel another pair of hands on him, he was close to his release, but yet he felt so far away from it.

"captain I've already finished writing the report from..." you entered without knocking, your eyes on the piece of paper between your hands.

when you raised your head your mouth fell silent. you blinked a few times, like you were making sure this scene wasn't one of your twisted little fantasies in your mind. the squad leader had stopped his movement, his chest weaving up and down, betraying how much he was close to cumming, his cheeks were red, his mouth slightly agape, and between his left hand his cock was leaking with precum. after a few seconds of awkward silence, you finally spoke, your own words shocking you.

"please, let me help you." you sounded desperate while asking, like you were the one about to cum.

in normal circumstances, levi would have given you a punishment worse than death. in normal circumstances you would never catch him doing something like that, but this night it was different.

"permission granted. come here, right now." he ordered and you immediately obeyed.

he shifted a little, and you sat down on the couch where he was supposed to sleep. you heard him click his tongue.

"pets stay on the floor."

you looked at him with wide eyes, and as you felt your body get hot from humiliation you complied, kneeling on the floor. his gaze went down on you, he was now stroking himself while observing your face. you instinctively licked your lips, his pretty cock twitching between his fingers. a particularly hard stroke made his head fall back on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"fuck... touch me."

even though he sounded like a wreck, it was still an order. he removed his hand, carefully watching you wrap your fingers around him. his chest began to move erratically again when you slowly pumped his cock, gently teasing his cockhead with your fingertips. he couldn't control his moans anymore, a muffled whine escaped his lips and you felt the tip of your ears turn red.

if someone had ever told you that you would be the reason for levi ackerman's whining you clearly would not have believed them. but you were here, stroking your squad leader's cock while looking up at him, his black hair sticking to his forehead, his face red because of the arousal, panting like an animal in heat.

"you're so pretty." you whispered, more to yourself than for him.

he clenched his fists, hips now almost rutting into your hand. it felt so good to finally have someone else taking care of his pleasure, especially if it was you. he jumped a little when you tightened your fist on him, wet sounds were now echoing in the room as you were jerking off his cock a little faster.

"you... ah fuck... you've always been my favorite in the squad..." he confessed, his mind hazy with his eyes shut and his tongue almost lolling out of his mouth.

your lips curled into a smile, your lashes fluttering while looking at him. maybe it was during this exact moment that you realized how much you were falling for this man. or maybe it was during this exact moment that you wanted to see him fall apart for you.

you moved closer, and in a sensual movement you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. he moaned your name for the first time, followed by a series of broken whines, his strong thighs shaking while he placed one of his hands in your hair.

"gonna cum..." he tried to speak, his whole body shaking as he couldn't wait any longer.

pushing your head forward, he forced you to take him deeper, shooting his load inside of your throat. you stayed like this a few seconds, gagging on his cock while he was slowly regaining control over himself. when he finally let you go, you were the one out of breath, almost falling on the floor while your squad leader was observing you.

"you did good." he said, and your eyes lit up upon hearing the rare compliment.

you both looked like a mess but somewhat levi was looking like his usual self again, far from the desperate and whiny man you had met a few minutes ago. he raised your chin with his fingers, his eyes lowering to your mouth still shining with his cum for a few seconds before going back to your eyes.

"but you came here without knocking and I can't tolerate it. you will be assigned to the cleaning of the whole camp for six months, and I will personally supervise you to make sure that you fulfill your function."

somewhat it felt like he was engaging you to be his personal stress reliever for six months straight.

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the aftermath from this gift daiya got

*leans on antagonistic character like it's the 1950s and they're an expensive car*

hey darlin, you like emotional devastation?

good me too help me hotwire this bastard we're stealing 'em now.

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