You Probably Already Got An Ask Like This But Do You Have Good Fic Recs Of B4kv Bashing? Any Will Do

How can he be so wrong yet so good?

peoples kinks arent about you. get over urself. its not YOUR trauma. you dont have ownership over all trauma.

it doesnt mean that I need to be ok with it??? esp when its shti like incest or pedo shit?? if ur gonna fantasy abt it with online sutff, it will eventually shift into reality. Also, it actually IS a trauma of mine, as a proshipper who shipped not only incest but pedophile tried to groom me. so actually yes. I DO have a say in teh matter. and I DO have a say in the matter as a verbal abuse and sa victim THANKS. this isnt something that just I say. its something that THOUSANDS of trauma victims say. and trying to FORCE your "Kinks" onto others wont make them accept you bucko. It will make them hate you more. And I never said I had ownership of others peoples trauma. just that more often than not, proshippers use trauma as an excuse. I WILL SAY that there ARE people who have been groomed into this, as I neaerly have. So kindly, do NOT telll ME to ACCEPT the same people who tried to groom me. thanks

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

As I have previously said, what Aizawa told Izuku during the quirk assessment was the worst possible thing he could have said to him at the time. Izuku feels the need to prove he is worthy - of existing generally - by being useful. And Aizawa added more fuel to the fire by declaring that Izuku would be useless after saving one person. It only lead to more self destruction because this just exacerbates Izuku's low self worth.

It's not even an accurate description of what happened during the forest training arc. The only person Izuku saved with his quirk was Kota. But Izuku's direct actions at a minimum saved Tokoyami and Shouto. Indirectly, he may have saved most of the hero course. Izuku was the one that made it in time to give Aizawa's permission to fight to Mandalay. Izuku's actions took out the members of the League's Vanguard Squad with the highest body count at the time: Muscular and Moonfish. Without Izuku, the kidnapping would have been the least of their worries. There would have been several deaths.

But all Izuku can think of is when the adults in his life told him that he was worthless because he was unable to achieve a perfect victory in an impossible situation as an unlicensed student.

Annie: There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death; conjuring spirits from the past...and the future. In ancient Ireland, they were called Filí. In Choctaw land, they called them Fire Keepers. And in West Africa, they were called Griots. This gift can bring healing to their communities. But it also...attracts evil....

Sinners (2025)

preview of some art for the next chapter!! (I finally started writing again yayyyy) I just can’t believe these two are finally standing next to each other after what? 30000 words??

The Bakugou Experence(TM)

Bakugou: *punches Izuku*

Izuku, starry eyed: "Woow, Bakugou, that was so cool!"

Kirashima: "What a manly punch!"

Eraserhead: *grumbles, but is secretly impressed by how good a punch it was, even though he wants to improve his form a bit*

Shigaraki: *nods* "I can see why you're the one closest to Deku."

All Might: "What good friends they are!"

The Rengoku Family Tree from The Pendulum Keeps Swinging!

Rengoku Shinjurou - born 1873, married in 1891; current head of household; former Flame Hashira

Rengoku Ruka ( nee Kūran) - born 1873, married in 1891, died 1904; wife of Shinjurou and mother of 2 children

Rengoku Kyoujurou - born 1895; first son; current Flame Hashira

Rengoku Senjurou - born 1899; second son

Rengoku Tokujurou - born 1843, died 1891; former head of household; alcoholic; former Flame Hashira; second son of Kinjurou (see below)

Rengoku Yua - born 1845, died 1889; miko prior to marriage; wife of Tokujurou and mother of 3 children

Rengoku Tsuyojurou - born 1861, died 1899; first son of Tokujurou; former Flame Hashira; married to Kamai Akane (1859-1881) who passed away from maternal death along with their child

Rengoku Ryoujurou - born 1863, died 1889; second son of Tokujurou

Rengoku Kinjurou - born 1822, died 1860; former head of household; former Flame Hashira; second son of Yūjijurou (see below)

Rengoku Sayuri - born 1823, died 1855; was killed in the Edo earthquake of 1855; wife of Kinjurou and mother of 5 children

Rengoku Takujurou - born 1842, died 1854; presummed dead by 23 December 1854 Tōkai Tsunami; first son of Kinjurou

Rengoku Haurjurou - born 1845, died 1859; third son of Kinjurou

Rengoku Yorijurou - born 1846, died 1855; was killed in the Edo earthquake of 1855 with his mother; fourth son of Kinjurou

Rengoku Shunjurou - born 1847, died 1855; was plagued with illness and died due to it; fifth son of Kinjurou

Rengoku Yūjijurou - born 1799, died 1826; former head of household; former Hashira; former head of household; deaf in left ear and blind in right eye; third son of Tōrujurou (see below)

Rengoku Tsubame - born 1798, died 1845; wife of Yūjijurou and mother of 2 children; raised her children by herself after husband died from a Lower Moon Demon

Rengoku Rinjurou - born 1821, died 1837; was killed by the Tenpō famine; first son of Yūjijurou;

Rengoku Tōrujurou - born 1774, died 1817; former head of household; former Hashira; was gallantly killed in battle via a Demon who could change senses;

Rengoku Chie - born 1779, died 1824; wife of Tōrujurou and mother of 4 children

Rengoku Norijurou - born 1796, died 1819; married but no children; twin of Nobujurou; could never fully grasp all the forms of Flame Breathing, altering forms with twin

Rengoku Nobujurou - born 1796, died 1819; married but no children; twin of Norijurou; could never fully grasp all the forms of Flame Breathing, altering forms with twin

Rengoku Toyojurou - born 1798, died 1813; was killed in Final Selection

Direct Ancestor: Rengoku Hirojurou - the Demon Slayer who had helped out Yoriichi after his wife and unborn child died; would eventually become the first Flame Hashira

If I see one more person ship tanjiro with an adult I am going to go violent and feral.

he is a child stop shipping him with literal ADULTS.

Doesn’t matter if you “aged” him up ( which is disgusting just to then ship him with an adult ) , he is still A FUCKING CHILD TF.

For everyone who wanted me to draw Jasper in Ozzie's outfit after I drew Spinel in Fizzarolli's. Happy Halloween!