#BRO I EVEN GOT CROP TOP MIND

[sneeb-canons]

An assortment, very Mind-centric!

Heart specifically has a shotgun. It's usually loaded with buckshot, and one of the pellets did hit Mind he just hid it bc he doesn’t want Heart to have the satisfaction of having hurt him. Soul confiscated it after the Juno incident and Mind stole it and almost killed Heart with it at the very end of TME (which is what finally pushed Soul into action for TSE). After that, he kept the weapons in a much more secure arrangement.

Soul has wings! Bat/demon wings, as opposed to Heart's bird wings. They're smaller and lower down, so they're not very viable for flight, but he'll gesture with them a lot of the time.

Mind got jealous of HS having bonus limbs so he gave himself 2 extra arms below the ogs and said it was for convenience. But he didn't plan ahead with how clothes interact with the extra arms, so he usually has to wear crop tops or modify whatever he wants to wear to accommodate them. He swears up and down it's on purpose and he knows what he's doing, but if Heart wants to annoy him he'll give him nice clothes that are a hassle to modify and/or slip weak magnets in inconvenient places on clothes he needs to modify, because later he'll have trouble with precise movements near the magnets

Mind stole Soul's trident to blind Heart as revenge for destroying his arms in The Man With The Skeleton Arms, unaware that it was an accident. That's why he has mechanical hands, he had to replace them. Over time, he kept replacing parts of himself with mechanisms, and now he's got a screen for emoting with his face when he feels like it.

The right half of the facial screen actually glitches sometimes because of the Juno Incident, linking back into my first hc. When it glitches he looks like biblically accurate Mind from the album cover. He's tried over and over again to repair it, but nothing has worked. He doesn't like that it's the only "scar" he can't get rid of, so he pretends the glitches are intentional

Headcanon #561

[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

[cvnt4him]

Think'n ab being katsukis chubby mcbling gf<33

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He loves the way you dress. He thinks it's unique and beautiful, the way your shirt skirt rides up your ass in the best way, your baby phat purse n shoes twinkling and going so well w your bejeweled top, your glossed lips and your ethereal braids with beads matching your outfit.

You were so different it was just so purely amazing and refreshing to him, when mina introduced you two he didn't expect to actually like you. You were funny, charismatic, and kind of ditzy. A complete airhead but far too sexy to even care.

It's like you were some Bratz bimbo bitch, but damn did he find it attractive. You were pulling him like a damn magnet and he hated it, but he wanted to be closer to you.

Once you started dating you had dressed a little less revealingly. You wore shorts instead of short skirts, and you just wore more shirts instead of crop tops, katsuki hated that he felt like he was taking away your style but you were doing it willingly.

You didn't want him to feel like you wanted other peoples eyes on your body (not that you mind much bc that's how you bagged him) but you wanted him to know you two were fr 4lifers n what not.

Cuddling and watching movies was your fav thing ever!! The way he held your body close to his, squishing the chub in your tummy and laying his cheek against your arm occasionally peppering kisses over it. He would always make sure you didn't have to move an inch, but everytime he got up to do something for you he'd slap your ass for the fun of it.

I feel he loves to have you sit on his lap, just the way your thighs expand over his js sexy to him. Pinching your thighs n tummy in public when you wear revealing shit to make you angry is his fav thing to do to you. He always makes sure to stand behind you when you walk and bend over (bc you can't seem to get it in your thick skull that you shouldn't js bend over and that you should crouch down to pick up what you need.)

Going shopping w you is like a warzone, if someone takes the top you've been eyeballing from across the mall you will throw hands , no doubt ab it. He holds you down fr if the bitch man step in yk he does too. He don't play behind his bbg!!!!

Okay but when the bitch decides to comment on your body that's when you really lose your shit. You don't care ab what people say anymore but it's the fact she was trying to get under your skin whilst saying what she did. It might've slightly gotten under your skin.. but not that much!

You hate fighting in nails especially bc you love getting long nails however no broken nail is gon stop you from giving a bitch a well deserved ass beating better fucking believe it.

Bc I created this you obviously win the fight.

You go out to get ice cream as a reward, bakugou however is still heated from the fight he fr would've killed that man let's be real🤷🏽‍♀️

I feel like the "white girl effect" / "black girl effect" is actually a thing, bc bakugou wasnt really necessarily stiff w the way he dressed before you but let's js say he looks sexier now that you're together.

Making out while listening to "mama I'm inlove w a criminal">>>>>>>

He hates your music taste fr but he thugs through ts for the love of you.

Speaking of thugging, he loves when you sit on his face, ain't nothing like coming home from doing whatever and burying his face in your ass. Slapping it n js putting his face all up in there like some kind of dog.

He loves putting you in a mating dress fr, or having you ride him, he likes the way you scratch up his back and chest. Sloppy head or no head is his motto

The way you walk n talk gets to him sometimes, like you can js say the stupidest shit n he'll get so red unintentionally like you are js too cute for him n he don't even believe in that typa shit bro

Watching mina do your hair or the both of you going out to get your nails done then treating yourself to chipotle is one of his guilty pleasures, I'm sure most guys don't wanna be trapped w their girlfs why they're doing all that feminine shit but bakugou doesn't mind it actually. He loves spending time w you no matter what, leaving your side was not on his 2024 bingo.

Don't get me wrong, being a mcbling bimbo is your life fr, however, you don't mind js putting away that side you sometimes. Js walking around in one of his shirts some boxers and glasses while your braids are in a bun is js how you crave to be sometimes. N he def don't mind seeing you like that either the way those boxers hug your ass is just absolutely divine in his eyes.

You don't really get insecure but on the occasion when you feel less than he's so quick to tell you to shut the fuck up.. that's it, js stfu.

Anyways, being katsukis chubby mcbling girlf 😞🙏🏽

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AN: this is a black reader/self insert so when I say braids I do mean like box braids, butterfly locs, French twists type shit so... Yeah!!!!!!!

This came out longer than I expected

[kaisworlds]

hey don’t know if you still take requests or not but if so can i request a ftm zoro x male reader

scenario: everyone is still at water 7 after saving robin(when zoro becomes “big brother”) and zoro and reader are doing chores and the reader thinks zoro would be a good parent/male-mom and after there done the reader cooks for him since sanji is still out and things get heated and ends up in smut

kinks: choking, spanking(in backshots) feminization, and breeding

p.s you can take your time i’m in no rush and i understand if you don’t wanna do it

-🦉anon

w 🦉anon idea

i've staring at this since i got it bro and my mind has been blank help plus excuse if some details are fucked i havent watched that arc in a hot minute btw ooc zoro maybe

im so sorry aabt the fact it came out this late owl pookie

cw: sub bottom ftm character x top dom male reader, feminization, spanking, choking

it all started when zoro somehow got roped into baby sitting 3 babies and you bumped into him as he was trying to hide from sanji

after a day of hard work finally putting the kids to bed walking back to the ship you look at the sky before speaking "you know you'd make a good parent zoro..." his brain shuts down stammering out a quiet thank you mind immediately going towards how you would treat him if he was the parent to your kids, would you let him go work or would you tell him to stay home to take care of the baby, how would you act with the kids would you feed them or would you help him feed them, your hands slowly traveling to his front cupping his chest, thumb rolling over his nipple as he leans his back against your chest as you slowly squeeze watching the milk trickle down into the cup you were holding, or would you turn him over and suck on his aching nipp-

walking around admiring the clean water floating between the buildings snapping back into reality once you see a tan guy hiding against the wall with familiar green hair "zoro..." eyes trailing down his body to the tight yellow crop top wrapped around his chest finally noticing the babies in a blanket tied to his front "who....who's children are those?" zoro's face flashed as he panicked a bit in his mind not wanting anyone to see him in this outfit especially his crush "hey you cant say anything about this too shitty brows okay" silently agreeing you decide to help him, cooing the babies as they wake up crying slightly crouched over to get onto eye level with them (indirectly staring at his chest). zoro blushed looking away eyes widening as he makes eye contact with robin in the distance watching her snicker as she walks away before he can explain.

"zoro are you okay? you've been really quiet" your voice snapping him out of his day dream as he nods walking a bit faster finally reaching the ship immediately going to his room shutting the door.

after a work out session zoro peeks into the kitchen watching as you cut up vegetables adding it into the stew you're brewing, without looking up you speak "you want some?" flustered that you caught him staring "y-yeah.....shitty cook not back yet or something?" he silently cursed him self for stuttering "mhmm no ones here yet...just us" still not looking at him you grab bowls dishing him some food before setting it on the table sitting down across from him while he eats "this is good..." "thank you"

with each sentence more and more embarrassment sunk into him he didnt even notice how you had stood up and sat next to him in the middle of your speech, head snapping towards you as you run your hand through his hair "not that i mind when youre so pretty..."

the silence consumes the room as he just feels your stare on his face while he refuses to meet your gaze. you dont speak until he finished his food "do you think im stupid?" his eyes widen, did he do something to offend you? he quickly answers shaking his head no. "well you must be stupid then if you really think i wouldnt notice" having a good feeling of what you were talking about but he decides to stick to his story "notice what..." smirking you lean forward arms resting on the table "i noticed a lot actually.... like how you practically turn into a fucking school girl with a crush on a teacher whenever we're alone, or how earlier today whenever i was with the kids i saw how you'd look at me, eyes all dazed, or how when i commented on how you'd be a great parent your entire body flushed, you walked in silence with me for almost 30 minutes, face getting redder with each passing minute, i could see you rubbing your thighs together when we stopped to pick up ingredients, and if that wasnt enough, the way you ran to your room as soon as you stepped foot in here."

his back arches up off the bed his nipples hardening under the white tank top eyes clenched tightly as his moans come out rough with a dazed look in his face.

zoro lets out an almost unnoticeable whine leaning into your touch "please..." tugging softly making his head tilt back "please what?" he huffs realizing you're gonna make him say it he takes things into his own hands, cupping your face pulling you into a kiss, grunting as you tighten the grip on his hair pulling him a few centimeters back, lips hovering over his "didnt know you were so desperate princess" zoro grumbles under his breath " 's cause youre teasing me too much just kiss me dumbass" you lean toward him, smiling against his lips, hand gripping his thigh the other holding his cheek "wanna go to my room?" he immediately nods standing up scrambling to the room as you follow him, he rests on the edge on the bed looking up at you, his eyes practically have hearts in them as he runs his hands up your shirt pushing it higher so he can lay soft kisses along the hair trail leading down. you unbuckle your belt tossing it to the side stepping out of your pants watching as he does the same, leaning down you kiss him pushing him back onto the bed, taking note of how his legs wrap around you tighter as your hand ghosts his neck, slightly choking him to see what he does he murmurs out a soft "harder" as he tries to rut his covered cunt up into your hardening dick, the friction of your boxers rubbing aginst his clit makes him let out soft grunts, silently obliging to his wishes you tightly wrap your hand around his neck watching for discomfort before grinding down into him

sliding your hand down his underwear,the back of your hand touching the wet spot against the fabric "jesus i barely did anything and youre already looking like this" smirking at him as the irritated look on his face grows, it went as soon as it came though once he felt the pad of your thumb pressing against his clit slowly rubbing circles as you push your middle finger into him

he stops you gripping your hand trying to speak through the lack of oxygen "al-ready...just put i-t in"

a smirk washes over your face before flipping him onto his stomach pulling his ass up and slowly pushing your self in eyes widening as he slams his hips back into you a moan slipping through his lips before a small yelp as he feels the smack against his ass "did i say you can move huh?" he turns back to look at you, slowly shaking his head trying to apologize before he feels you pull out all the way just to slam back in, the force making him hunch over head pressing deep into the pillows biting his lip when he feels your hand roughly grip his hair pulling him back so your chest is flush with his back, his hand resting on his lower stomach where he feels your dick making space for itself inside of him.

"you wanna be my housewife hmm zoro? wanna carry my fucking kids for me fuck you'll make a great fucking mother" tears start brimming at his eyes when he feels your hand leaning forward to rub his clit, your movements hault making him almost sob asking why "you didn't answer my question zoro..." punctuating your sentence with a thrust, tears finally streaming down his face as he grabs your forearm nodding "please god yes i-i'll be your fu-ucking house wife if you just move"

smiling you grant his wish restarting your brutal pace praising him watching as his body flops forward, he rests on his forearms as his thighs shake almost no sound coming from him as he bites into the sheets "i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make before i fill you up" he immediately spits out the blanket loud sobs coming from him "c-close so- clo-se" you feel his walls clamping down on you trying to milk you as you keep thrusting into him, he starts wailing, overstimulation making his drunk on your cock.

"so fucking good for me zoro im- fuck im close okay?" zoro nods tiredly "in-inside please..." he murmurs out before he feels your warm cum filling him up listening to your grunts and savoring the last few pumps before he feels you pull out slowly and lay next to him as he rolls onto his stomach carefully "pillow..." he says quietly " excuse me?" you say raising your eyebrow at him "i want to...keep it inside....give the pillow" slowly nodding you hand him the pillow watching as he pushes the pillow under his lower back

just as a happy comfortable silence consumes room zoro hears your voice

"your know i didnt take you for someone with a breeding kink..." "shut up." "but-" "shhhh." "zoro i-" "dont bring it up unless youre gonna do it again." "who said i wouldnt

[davenporttf]

Nick was a freshman at Brown University and was having a hard time meeting guys on campus. He tried the campus GSA but he wasn't clicking with anyone. A lot of the guys were obvious with their interest in him but none were really his type. He was always falling for the douchey straight guys on campus. Something about the musky pits, backwards hats and simple-minded demeanour always caught his attention. His achilles heel was definitely frat bros. They were the creme of the crop for him, and he wanted nothing more than to turn some of them.

There were these two frat bros in his Chem class that he gazed at when they weren't looking. Their names were Connor and Jack, even though they were only juniors, they were the co-presidents of the Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity.

Connor was the pitcher for the baseball team, and he loved the attention it got him with the ladies. Everyone on the team knew he would leave the after-game parties earlier to take a girl home. Girls loved the contrast of his green eyes and dark brown hair, mixed with the rock hard body he maintained through sports.

Jack, on the other hand, was the captain of the lacrosse team for Brown. The only thing quicker than him on the field was how fast girls dropped dropped their pants for him. Like Connor, he would be drenched in sweat after games and attract a fan to come back to his frat house. The evening would be filled with a girl or two screaming out in pleasure for the whole frat house to hear.

They both had one thing in common that Nick could exploit: they were huge stoners. Connor loved to mix his weed with a little bit of tobacco to give himself more of a head rush. Jack loved variety and would try different strains and was on a quest to find the perfect high.

Alpha Phi Alpha was having a mixer on Saturday night, and Nick thought of the perfect plan to live his fantasy for the night. He was a chemistry major, and was growing a hybrid strain with hypnotic properties derived from a low dose of Nitrous Acid. When consumed at low doses, the chemical could leave users feeling mindless and agreeable.

Saturday night finally arrived and Nick headed to the frat house with a blunt in his back pocket. The house was packed inside and out with the base from the music shaking ground. Everyone was getting smashed and paid Nick any mind.

He headed into the house and headed upstairs to the second floor to search out Connor and Jack. He glanced through open doors only finding guys making out with girls in short skirts and summer dresses. He decided to try the third floor. When he reached the top of the stairs he picked up on the smell of weed coming from the end of the hallway.

He followed the scent to a room with a door cracked open. He pushed it open to find Jack and Connor sitting on a bed taking hits. The room smelled of weed, boat shoes, sweat filled laundry and musk. Jackpot.

Connor looked up at Nick, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Bro, what are you doing here?" Jack looked up quizically, "You lost bro?"

There was no one else in the room and as far as Nick could see, he hit the jackpot. "Was wondering if I could borrow a light? Brought my joint with some good shit. Trying to get faded."

They looked at each other amusingly. Connor replied "Yeah if you're sharing." Jack chimed in "Is it a Sativa?"

"Hybrid. And yeah I'll share, hand me the lighter. It's the best high I've had yet."

Nick grabbed the blunt out of his back pocket and sat on the bed next to them. Jack passed him the lighter and Nick held it up to his mouth but paused. "You know what? You guys take the first hit. Least I could do."

He passed it over to Jack who didn't give it a second thought. He lit the roll and took a deep inhale in.

"Fuuuucccckkkkk" he moaned as the smoke began filling his head. "Dudeeee, you gotta try this shit!" Connor took the blunt from Jack and took a long steady inhale in. Clouding up his mind, he felt his thoughts evaporate into thin air. "Dudddeeeee, this shit is fire. Hits so much harder than tobacco."

Nick was offered the blunt from Connor but insisted they go ahead without him. Their minds were washing away and they didn't find his suggestion suspicious in the least bit. He watched the frat bros pass back and forth. They were loving the mindless feeling it gave them and took deeper and deeper hits. By the time they reached the end of the blunt both guys stared ahead absent-minded, and with a slight smile on each of their faces. There wasn't a conscious thought to have, and they were feeling very giddy. Nick was ready to test his new strain.

"I want you both to follow my every command, and believe in each command as if they were your own personal desires. My commands are your commands. Do you understand?," Nick instructed. "Yes, bro" they replied simultaneously.

"I want you to make out with each other."

Jack and Connor looked into each others eyes lustfully. Connor leaned in and gave Jack a passionate kiss. Jack brought his hand to the back of Connor's neck and returned the kiss, bringing his tongue to meet Connor's. They gave soft grunts of pleasure as they kissed like they couldn't get enough. Jack broke the kiss, "Fuuuuck, bro! You're so fucking hot."

"You're so sexy in that backwards hat, bro" Connor said breathily as they continued to kiss.

Nick was thrilled to see his weed have such a strong effect on them! Now it was time to bring his fantasy to life.

He crossed the room to Jack's laundry basket and took out two jockstraps. He brought the jocks up to his face and took a deep inhale in. So rank and stained with sweat. He looked over at the two stoners, "Now I want you both to take your pants off and put these on. The material will make you ridiculously horny as it rubs against your dicks. I want you both to lay down on the bed and present your holes to me." Nick tossed the jockstraps at the floor. They stood up and slipped out of their jeans.. Nick watched as Jack and Connor bent over to pick up and slip on the jocks.

Connor closed his eyes in ecstasy, "Fuckkk brah, your jock got me bricked dog." He played with the straps of his best friend's jock, snapping them against his ass. Jack slid his on feeling the sweat from playing today's game on his dick. He looked over at Connor and slid his hand over Connor's ass, "Bro, you look hella fine in that. Let's get on my bed."

They chuckled as they both layed down looking back at Nick while he pulled out his dick. He was going to show them what they've been missing after the games. When they eventually came down from their high, they would be laying in Jack's bed cuddling. They wouldn't remember the events from tonight but they will remember where they can get some good dank on campus.

[hwathinker]

"you like that, eh? aw, don't cry. shut your fucking mouth and take this cock like a good girl you are."

oh that?? well.. here's the thing. at the start of your relationship with seonghwa years ago, he has always remind you that if you feel uncomfortable whenever you have sex, you should always tell him about it. you've always keep that in mind until you finally grew comfy with him. and now.. what did you do? you fucked up, messed with him by teasing him with;

"hmm.. i think im still not comfy with the size." "im okay, i can take your cock" "wait no! i think it doesn't fit." "no, i think it does." "ahh shit! it doesn't!"

he started to lose temper, his dick pressing hard against his sweats as if he's not impatient to fill you up. as for you.. you like to tease seonghwa like he's some kind of joke. wearing such a short shorts that your fucking panties goes visible, and that your nipples literally poked out of your hello kitty crop top, also exposing half of your body. so.. thats how you ended up bending over on the bed, face buried into the pillows with the both of your hands being held by him from the back. and his cock.. don't even say it again. he plays your folds with his tip like a fucking tease.

"a-ah.. hwa.. please? let me have some of that dick inside.." you begged, voiced almost muffled by the fabrics. seonghwa chuckled, pressing the head hard to your entrance till it went it a little. only the tip. "oh you gotta be nice for that one. i only gave in earlier because you begged like a good fucking girl. but why do you have to scold how my pace is slow or not? shit makes me insane you know.. these pretty pussy are not good enough to be filled. i need the owner to beg more." seonghwa spanks your already red with hand prints ass, exciting him more by the sound you made. "c'mon princess. don't you have something to say to me?" he once again took the head back out, thrusting in between your wet ass. "mmh.. please just.. please hwa.. need your pretty cock inside me, fill your princess up please..? i swear i'll be good.." you cried, pushing your body against him to feel his dick once more.

seonghwa clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and helping you roll to your back and facing him. you sighed in tiredness of the position for at least.. an hour? seonghwa aligned his cock at your entrance, holding your hip while the other is sliding his dick in. you arched your back to the feeling. "gosh... your dick 's so fucking good.." you moaned. seonghwa fell on your shoulder, head buried deep into it as he thrusts his hips to yours. he bit your neck, making a small love bruise on it. "oh fuck, you're god damn pretty being filled in like this.. fucking moan like a slut more and i'll cum inside you. you're mine baby." he breathed heavily, mixing them with his moans as your pussy and his cock making filthy sounds that fills in the room.

you moaned, loudly and sweetly in his ear. you knew what you were doing, and of course its on purpose. so he'd fill you up like you wanted him to. "fucking hell, im fucking close baby, please don't stop." he moaned. his hands dug deep into your skin, pace going fast as he's close to cumming. "aah.. so good. good girl hm?" his hips started to grow more slow, your breathes slowing down after coming on each other. seonghwa thrusts in a few more times to ride his high, then pulling it out ad he watches your dripping wet cunt. "god.. your pussy is so fucking pretty like this." he licked his lips, fingers weren't wasting a second to caress your wet folds. he pushed the remain liquids into you with his fingers, basically overstimulating you. "mmh,, can't take it anymore.. sensitive." you said, legs shaking from hours of teasing and a hot sex you just got.

"come on baby, let me take you to the bathroom. a good girl deserves it."

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GOD I FINALLY POSTED AFTER A LONGGGGGG FUCKING TIMEEE 😫😫 i missed writing filthy seonghwa drabbles sm bro KSKSSJJSSBD but hey!!!! i found a time to finish this yayy woohoo shai is finally free!!!! 😼😼😼 hope ya'll liked this ass lol the fuck

[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t Shit.” - c.springer

(part two here.) (part four here.)

part 3

you and connie always get into what seems like your final argument.

more arguing, mentions of violence, heavy weed smoking, cursing, overthinking, angst.

you weren’t scared of connie.

i mean, he always promised to never hurt you in any way you wouldn’t want or any way where it was out of pure violence. and he always kept that promise, even when you two were on and off. even when you were on bad terms or even when he was so mad at you, he didn’t even wanna speak to you.

and you hated yourself a little for questioning whether he was gonna keep that promise tonight.

so you were in the passenger side of ony’s car. he didn’t trust you enough with your own, making sasha and mikasa drive yours to your house.

you stared at the floor of the car, resting your elbow on the door. your nail had a bandaid around it. “you good?” ony glanced over at you. your left hand rested between your thighs for comfort. you nodded. your outfit had went from a party outfit to just that same crop top and a pair of shorts.

“why you lookin all depressed and shit?” he asked again, eyes on the road. “i’m not.” you spoke back. ony frowned and looked at you. “nah, for real? cus i ain’t never seen yo ass like this.” he played with his earring as one hand was on the steering wheel. “why are you tryna make it seem like it’s not normal to be quiet?” you chuckled a little to brush away the unintentional sad look on your face.

“that shit ain’t normal for you.” he mumbled. you looked at him and stared for a while.

“you think connie mad at me?” you asked. “connie? oh hell yeah, that niggas is pissed. like straight up.” he answered. you smacked your lips. “ony, i’m being for real.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“what? you think i’m not?”

you paused. “…you serious?”

“what i just say.” he looked at you.

you frowned at him and rolled your eyes. “you really make me sick, bro.” you mumbled. “so you regret what you did.” he said. “hell naw. he cheated on me and tried to make me jealous, i only flirted with one nigga since we stopped talking.” you defended yourself, but ony hummed mid sentence.

“but the thing is, you fucked wit’ the opps.” he corrected you. you squinted. “okay so it’s good that he can cheat but i can’t fuck with somebody he don’t like? you saw him flirting with another bitch right there.” you sat up a little.

“he was flirting with somebody you don’t like, he wasn’t flirting with one of yo’ opps. that’s different. and fucked up.”

you stared at him again before sighing and sitting back. “i’m not even bouta talk to you right now.” you said. ony shrugged and sat back, resting his arm on the door.

ony was always like your big brother, and you always went to him when mikasa and sasha weren’t available. especially about connie, he’s the one that kept getting y’all back together in the first place. but you hated to be told the right thing. he spoke his mind, only sugar coated a little to not make you mad, but you just despised when someone told you something different from your original thought.

you knew he was telling the truth tho.

you stayed silent the whole ride until he finally made it to his house, where everybody else was, normally after every party. you got out the car, walking up to the door and opening it, waiting for him when you went behind the stairs.

he walked in front of you, opening the basement door. like just at the party, your nose filled with the scent of weed. you slowly walked in behind him, all eyes on you.

“y/nnn!” sasha smiled, waving you over to her. you smiled and waved back. mikasa was sitting beside eren and jean was beside armin, they were cracking silent jokes, seemingly.

“this one got all mad in the car when i tried to tell her right from wrong.” ony nudged the back of your head. you smacked his hand and rolled your eyes. “that’s why she always getting into a fight.” eren said while rolling up a blunt.

you sat beside sasha while grabbing the blunt from her, hitting it for a few seconds before exhaling and putting your phone in your lap.

the whole basement went silent as everyone did their thing. but what you didn’t dare to do was look up in front of you, because you’d be looking straight at connie. and you could tell he was piercing holes in your forehead as you picked your phone up again to find something to distract yourself with.

“so… what happened? between you and brooklyn. i mean— i saw everything but… y’know.” sasha said. “she beat her ass, that’s what happened.” jean mumbled, passing his blunt to armin while armin played some game on his phone.

“it’s really nothing now. i don’t care bout her.” you shrugged. “really.” ony raised his eyebrow. “ony shut up.” mikasa laughed as you grabbed the blunt you and sasha shared again. “nah she was so quick to beat her ass and wanna act like a baby now.” he chuckled a little while glancing at you.

“okay you act like you don’t be fighting a lot.” you looked at him. “i fight when i have to, not when i feel like i want to.” he mumbled before grabbing a bottle of tequila and drinking it.

“well she was being a bitch.” you mumbled with a shrug.

everyone went silent once again. and your eyes, who apparently have a mind of their own, moved over to connie who stared at you with low, bored eyes of his own.

the stare held for a good couple seconds. you didn’t know what he was thinking or what he wanted to say, but when ony moved over to sit beside him, you looked at sasha, who looked at you and then connie.

“y’all not gon’ try to make up?” armin suddenly spoke, glancing at you and connie.

“i’m not finna keep apologizing for stuff that don’t even be my fault.” connie said, slouching down on the circular couch. you squinted at him.

“don’t do that.” you mumbled while blowing smoke. “what? defend myself for the… fifth time?” he cocked his head back a little. you frowned. “connie, you act like you wasn’t rubbing all up on her ass and shit.” you sat up and held your hand out.

“y/n, you was kissing on floch and shit. dude was grabbing yo ass and shit. now if it was any other mu’fucka then i’d let that shit slide. but yo ass fuckin wit the opps.” he sat up. “might as well be one.”

you raised your eyebrows and your lips parted a little. “oh that’s what we doin now? nigga-“

“cut that shit out now, talk like adults.” jean waved at both of you.

“i don’t give a fuck.” you frowned. “shit, and you think i do?” connie laughed a little. that laughing shit pissed you off, especially when you was being deadass. you stared at him for a few seconds before standing up. “i’m finna get a drink.” you mumbled before walking towards the door.

you walked upstairs from the basement before walking to onys kitchen, going in the fridge to get a bottle of water.

why couldn’t you just be high?

~

“she piss me off with that shit bro.” connie mumbled, already getting mad. everybody looked at him. “you know how she is connie, she get mad easy, you get mad easy, y’all need to stop that shit.” mikasa shook her head, mixing some of her wine with orange juice, trying not to get too waisted again.

“straight up. y’all need to stop all that arguing and then fucking two hours after. ‘shit don’t make you happy, cus two days later yall finna be arguing bout the same shit.” jean spoke, eyes slowly getting pink from the smoke that burned his eyes from time to time.

connie stared at the floor. “i gotta piss.” he stood up to walk out of the basement.

~

you closed the fridge, opening the bottle of water to drink a little. “not tryna get drunk.” you whispered to yourself before downing the water.

you heard the bathroom door close as you leaned on the counter, wiping some water that dripped down the corner of your lips. you swallowed the last bit before staring down at the counter, exhaling and biting your lip.

you heard a noise behind you before turning your head, seeing connie.

you stared at each other for a couple seconds.

“what you doin in here?” you asked. “came to get space. thought you would’ve been back in the basement by now.” he said, opening the fridge to get a bottle of water. you stared at him and his movements, unintentionally backing away a little as he closed the refrigerator.

he paused and looked at you. “what’s wrong witchu?” he asked before drinking his water. “nothing.” you frowned at him. “why you acting like that?” he said quietly. you tilted your head forward. “like… what?” you leaned on the counter while looking at the ground.

connie shook his head, putting the water bottle back in the refrigerator before closing it again.

you looked at him as his back was towards you. you bit your lip softly. “you…” you started, but didn’t know what to say.

he raised his eyebrows at you, glancing at you.

“you still mad?”

he turned towards you and looked you in the eye. you didn’t know what he was thinking, just like all tonight.

“go back with the group before me.” was all he said before hopping on the counter.

you tilted your head a little. but choosing not to start another argument, you left the kitchen and went into the basement.

god, you wanted to punch him hard. and tell him how he really hurt you. but you wanted to kiss him, and tell him you forgave him, and how it was petty of you to do the things you did, and how you didn’t mean it.

“where’s connie?” sasha asked.

you looked at her and raised your eyebrows. “i didn’t know he left. ion know.” you said before sitting down.

everyone continued their conversation, and you stared at the ground, hands resting under your thighs. he really didn’t care anymore.

he didn’t.

you didn’t realize that your eyes were starting to burn. they also darted around the room, trying to make sure no one else saw you.

that’s when connie entered the room. his eyes only on you for a second before he walked over to ony, laughing at a joke he told.

your throat started to hurt and burn.

don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry. please don’t cry.

cry. cry. cry. cry. cry right now.

the same things repeating in your head. you inhaled deeply, looking at the ceiling.

you’ll be okay.

‘ex factor’ on REPEAT while making the last part. 😣 almost made myself cry shiddd.

part 4? :)

[k1ranishf4]

Honestly, I think it’s extremely obvious that those four dudes are Dio’s sons.

Like, I take a look at these bitches and go “yup, they got the slut genes.”

(I would’ve loved to see a glimpse of 25 year old Giorno, even if for just two seconds but well :’))

Giorno and Rikiel have the Boob Window™ (which Giorno started out of the Brandos), Donatello is showing off his collar bones and has a semi-Boob Window and Ungalo’s out there tryna stab a priest while wearing a really really short crop top that would show his underboobs if he just stretched his arms.

Pucci would’ve died immediately if he had been a good Christian priest and saw the manwhore clothes all of them wear. Dio says no to generational trauma but he’s definitely pushing the generational sluttines agenda.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!

Aside from the fact that I find him very attractive and am a Dio enthusiast, he’s displaying the crotch for everyone to see and his top doesn’t even cover his back, like??? It kind of bothers me when fanartists don’t include the fact that his back is also out for everyone to look at. He’s definitely wearing latex, no one can convince me otherwise.

Plus the earrings?? When did bro have the chance to pierce his ears? That wasn’t a thing in Phantom Blood. I actually don’t know if the other three have any kind of piercings, but Giorno definitely got his earrings after he saw that photo of his father.

It’s so funny to me, actually. Like, Dio was born in the Victorian Era, when it was inappropriate for a lady to show her ankles and even men were basically covered head to toe.

AND THEN HE COMES BACK A CENTURY LATER AND DECIDES TO RUN AROUND WEARING THE TIGHTEST BLACK TANK TOP KNOWN TO MAN AND LOVES TO WALK AROUND NAKED IN HIS MANSION?????

What in the name of Jonathan’s head did Enya tell this man💀

I love mudad a lot, if you couldn’t tell, and I’d keep talking about them for hours. Especially how all four of their personalities equal one whole Dio Brando (well, like 50-60% of Giorno’s personality + the others but-)

My new headcanon that I’ll be taking from this is that Rikiel would look up to Giorno and that he’d try to be like him if they were all raised together. They’d definitely match one way or another. (Tell me Giorno and Rikiel are your favorites without telling me Giorno and Rikiel are your favorites)

I have three or four mudad drafts that I still need to finish writing, yet here I am fueling my mind with even more ideas💀

[lilsocksiswriting]

Academic Weapon Chapter Three

Summary:

You were like a lot of humans, born with just enough curse energy to see curses but not enough power to do anything. Your greed has helped you hold in the Jujustu Sorcery program. it is this same greed that tends to blind you to the danger you are in.

Sukuan sees you as a weak pretty thing that he can hold a conversation in his class. This is what he tells him to do he falls for you, his student because the curse refuses to believe this is love.

Oh, then there is the murder.

Characters: Reader, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto,Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime,

Pairings: Sukuna X Fem!Reader

Tags: College AU, Professor X Student, Modern Fantasy AU, NSFW

Chapter two || Chapter Four || Ko-fi || Masterlist

It did not take long for the name of the student to begin to circulate around campus. By Thursday morning everyone knew the name of the student who had been killed. By Friday a vigil took place. People brought candles and wrapped bequeaths of flowers. A few close to the murderer student spoke about how tragic it was that his life was taken in such a gruesome way. Then the police and Dean Yaga made a joint statement about protecting the student body and finding the perpetrator Very routine things you saw in news footage of vigils. This was the first time you actually had gone to one. You went to the vigil to show support, but also to eavesdrop on the hushed sobs and conversations to see if you could add anything to your small collection of facts about the murder.

A plethora of parties all in honor of the student took place after the vigil. Most of the organizers of these parties did not even know the murdered man, but then again you did not either. The reason you were going to the party was that you needed to relax, not be anywhere near a laptop or schoolwork, and take your mind off your Curse Theory class and the lewd thoughts of its professor.

"You know, "Mei-Mie comments as the two of you walk up the step of the frat's big house. "If you don't wipe that look off your face no one will want to flirt with you.

"I'm not sure if I want a frat bro to flirt with me," you grimace.

"Aww, " you feel an arm across your sling shoulders. "but isn't the point of going to parties?"

You pout at Gojo who tucks you into his side as you enter the house.

"These boys do typically come from a lot of money," Mei-Mei points out.

You didn't come to that part to flirt and be flirted with or to bag some rich kid like Mei-Mei was planning on doing. You came here because you needed to force yourself to take a break from your studies. It was too early into the semester to get burnout.

"Come on y/n~" Gojo lets go of you and motions to your outfit with outstretched hands. "don’t tell me you got all dressed up and not expect someone to shoot their shot?

You look down at the tight crop top blouse and jeans, A very Y2K vibe, then back up at the giddy taller man,” Gojo I am wearing jeans.”

"Any guy would be lucky to take you out on a date, and aren't you tired of eating campus food?"

"I am, " You agree," But I came here to take a break, not to con some guy into dinner, no offense Mei-Mei."

"Oh, none taken dear. It's the truth. there's a new steakhouse on the other side of town I wanna try."

"Yo, Satoru," Geto waves to the group, "Was wondering where you ran off to."

"Hi Geto," You wave.

"Hello Y/n, How's class with the King of Curses going?"

"Oh yeah, " Gojo perks up," Let's go find somewhere to chill, you got to tell us everything about your first week with that monster!"

you four end up in the frats house study. You sit on a couch with Geto and Gojo while Mei-Mei scams some sorry guys out of all their money with the pool table behind the three of you.

"I think it went pretty well. I don’t know. I like that he doesn't feed us information. It makes things really hard to get. And he's so scary. He always looks like he wants to eat me or something. And he's so mean and intimidating in class discussions. I'm so dreading what his notes on my first paper are goanna be."

"Jeez," Gojo laughs" He sounds like the totally worst. Glad, I didn't take him."

"But" You begin, "When you fully catch on to what he's teaching and apply it in a way that expands on his teaching it feels a lot better. It's really rewarding!"

"Aww, that's out little over achiever," Gojo teases poking at your flush cheek, "Look how happy she is Suguru."

"Yes," Geto comments with an easy smile and adds," She also has a higher grade point average than you."

"Whaaaa, how would you know that?"

he shrugs, "Call it a hunch."

Gojo looks at you through dark shades and immediately agrees, "Ok yeah you probably are like way better them me in classes."

You know there is a, 'but' he wants to say, and you know he's keeping his mouth shut because he knows how his seemingly endless supply of curse energy is a sore spot for you.

It was true though. In academics, you were the prodigy. That did into matter to the higher-ups as all they wanted were fighters and healers.

"Ok, I wanna drink now. Gojo?” you stand to your feet.

when it comes to alcohols you and Gojo both hated the taste of the hard stuff. So Gojo leads you to the makeshift bar the fraternity had set up to finds the sweetest drink they have. When you and Gojo rejoin Geto on the couch you can her Mei-Mei is right in the middle of her act of being just some cute unassuming women making bets with men over  a game of pool.

you settle in with the two men and ask them," So tell me how you two's first week went?"

"Same old same old," Gojo complies," Same kinds of classes, same kind of mission, same kind of family stuff."

"Well, one more year and you won't have to deal with classes," Geto comments nudging his foot into Gojo’s

Gojo pouts, "But then I'll have to be like an actual adult with responsibilities and taxes and all that stuff."

You take a sip of your sweet drink and then suggest to him, “Will that really be such a bad thing?"

"y/N there are so many meetings! and they are so boring!"

"The literal entitize of 'could have been an email’" Geto adds.

Gojo nods slumping against the other man, "I can barely sit still through class

 You smile at the two, "I am telling you that you need to get a fidget toy."

"But fidget spinners are so, like, cringe nowadays. And those little popper things are for little kids. I have a reputation to uphold."

You roll your eyes pulling your phone out from your small purse. For the next hour two look over your shoulder at your phone screen as you show Gojo just how diverse and discrete figet toys can be.

The three make jokes at some of the more outlandish-looking ones, point out how some remind you of cartoons and toys from your childhood, and end up in a jewelry site.

"A ring is pretty discreet,” Geto offers.

"Yes, but I'm not really that type to wear jewelry," Gojo says.

"Gojo no one is going to question you wearing a ring."

"Well," Geto hummus side eyes the white-haired man, "If it's on the right finger they might."

You giggle, "Yes! That is so romantic, a fidget ring for an engagement ring?"

Geto geans back throws an arm over the couch and taps his own phone to life.

"what's that saying?" Gojo asks and you can tell he's looking over your head at Geto of the corner of his eye, "Ring before spring?"

There it is again. These little details like the way that the two look at each other make you wonder if the best friends ever wanted something more from one another.

The rigging of Gojo's phones makes him groan.

"Speaking of my reputation," He grumbles looking down at his screen.

"I'll be right back," he tells you two before standing up and answering his phone with an easy smile, "Hey Mom."

Gojo's face falls into a hard frown as he leaves the study.

"Family stuff?"

Geto nods in agreement, "Family stuff."

Gojo's 'family stuff' was a pretty vague topic and it always bugged you how little you knew of it. You think it's because you're not close to the big clans or the higher-ups like Gojo and Geto are. They are the strongest in this generation’s batch of sorceresses and Gojo is the pride and head of the Gojo clan as a user of Six Eyes and Limitless. You were just a useless scholar.

Plus, showing such closely held information could put you in dangerous situations. so, the way they kept you in the dark about what Gojo really had to deal with as a clan head could be keeping you safe.

You look over to see Geto has pulled up the same fidget jewelry site you had on your own phone screen. He seems so engrossed in it you could probably have a new side conversation. Behind you, Mei-Mei was still at the pool table. There were a lot of stripes still out and only a few solid colors. by the smile Across Mei-Mei's face, you could tell she was solid colors.

"Hey, I'm back," Gojo announces himself. "Suguru you mind making sure that y/n gets home safe? I gotta jet."

"Sure," is his easy reply.

you pout and mummer, “I can get home just fine."

"Sure, you can," Geto pats your head and that was the last straw.

you stand up abruptly. Gojo was not making sure that Mei-Mei had a safe way home. probably because he knew Mei-Mie was a powerful sorceress in her own right who had while all you had were smarts.

later you will realize that none of them mean to hurt you, but right now you ask yourself how they cannot know how they are hurting you. Cutting their sentences short, leaving you out of the loop of things, and making sure someone was also there to protect you- you can’t take it.

"I can get home just fine,"

"Y/N-"

you cut Gojo off, "I'll see y'all later, have a great night with ‘family stuff’."

then promptly walk away leaving behind the two confused men.

No one follows you, which you are thankful for because now that you are out in the night you feel so vulnerable. If Geto were to find you walking down the side you would agree to let him walk you home with his jacket over your shoulder.

You feel a little better as you pass by the library it means your journey home is halfway over. The tall buildings look so much more brooding this late at night, the dark brick almost blending into the night. Just like a certain professor who plagues your thoughts.

You then remember that on the best level of the library, there is a Starbucks that stays open until 2 a.m. The thought of having something sweet and packed with caffeine while binge-watching Netflix or reading for the rest of the night seems like something that puts you in a good mood.

With it only being the first week of school and the murder taking place within that time frame the libra was pretty empty. There are a few STEM students set up Camp at large tables. Paper, textbooks, tablets, and laptops open and the furious sound of clicking fills the quiet space.

You think how the fact that Student was murdered still has not settled in. There were still parties, people out so late, and not a curfew in sight. Mabey it was because this murder was done by a curse user. Sorcery and non-sorcery are completely different worlds.

You get a Frappuccino then continue on your way home happily sipping on it despite the cold wondering if you want to read or watch something. You are walking down the library when a deep voice stops you.

"Isn't it a little late for caffeine?"

You turn around to see Professor Sukuan at the top of the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine as he eyes you with that look again like he wants to devour you whole.

"Isn't it a bit late for a professor to be on campus?"

"What  smart mouth you have."

you can't look away as Sukuan slips his hands into his pockets and walks down the stairs to meet you.

Red eyes look up and down once more. Coming to the image his memory for later to undress you later. He keeps his face placid even when you shit you weight from one foot to the other and look away. So cute, acting all bashful now. The curse wonders what sort of party you had been at. What sort of pathetic men tried to take you home?

"Aren't you scared to be out alone at night?" he teases," a murder just took place after all."

 "I- guess it just hasn't set in, with what little information the university is giving students."

"Hmm, so that's why you were taking notes in class," he hums thinking back to you writing in your notebook. That comment probably went over everyone else's head "Playing detective?"

You shrug twirling the green straw between your fingers instead of meeting the curse’s gaze. Ugh, he makes you feel so squirm and giddy all at once!

"Well, if the university isn't going to tell us anything..."

Sukuna’s face suddenly falls. Why was he bothered if you go poking your nose around where you shouldn't? So, what if you go and put yourself in a dangerous situation or get yourself killed?

"If you poke around too much you might end up as the next victim."

you look up at him you feel your body tense, he looks mad. red eyes staring down into your E/C ones. A stern frown set tight over his face. Arms crossed over so broad chest.

What did I do?'

"I-I’m not that naive. I know my limits. I just want to know more than the university is letting out, ‘sides this kinda stuff is my blood.”

“Acting stupid?”

“Journalism, actually.”

His glare somehow gets even more intense.

"I-I should be going now...." you make an excuse to get out from under the curse gaze.

"Yes, run along, get yourself home," Sukuan says then leaves it at that heading in the opposite directing

You watch him walk away and disappear into the shadows you wonder where he is off to. home? Does Sukuan have a home? you think that he might have a home. Where else would  he keep all those nice dress shirts and pants that fit so snuggly on him?

Speaking of home, you begin walking toward your apartment again, unaware that Sukuan had stopped in the shadows to watch you walk away into the night.

Once you make it back to your apartments you get changed into something comfortable and settle down in your bed. You end up finding a funny sitcom to watch with your sugary treat.

you're playing a matching game on your phone when it is interrupted by a Facetime call from Gojo.

You do not even get a chance get a chance to  say hello beiger Gojo demands," Are you at home?"

"Jeez, hi to you too, yeah, and I'm sorry I didn't text anyone when I got home. I just kind of wanted to be alone for the rest of the night."

"Are you alone?"

"Excuse me? Gojo wants to go on?"

Gojo takes a deep breath. It took a lot to the right man so worked up. it had to be somewhat serious.

"Y/N please, I just need to know that your safe?"

"Y-yea I am. what's going on?"

a look of conflict crosses his face.

"Gojo, " Your prompt again. 

"It's- look I promise I’ll tell you I just need to know that everyone is safe Y/N." is answers, and there is a pleading look in his eyes.

Even though a phone screen, his eyes look ethereal. An unearthly deep blue that seems to be made of the sky itself. Emotions swirling in the like looming storm clouds.

"Fine, I'm safe Gojo. you stay safe too ok."

Gojo smiles and he smees to untunes just a bit.

"I will, I'll talk to you later y/N," and then he ends the Facetime.

you suddenly feel so alone in your bedroom. Thoughts of what could have happened to Gojo to make him so stressed and demanding swirl in your head.

You pull up Snapchat and look at all the snaps that have been posted to the map. Nothing. So, then you search a few tags on Twitter along with a few geo locations, nothing but people going to class and partying.

So, it wasn't some public, you conclude.

the rest of the apartment is empty. Mei-Mei was probably still at the frat party and Shoko and Utahime had been called earlier that day to assist with a mission.

So, it was just you.

you get up and check all the locks, then take a hot shower to try and take your mind off things.

you blame the sugar and caffeine for how jitter you feel, but

You try and go back to what you were doing before, watch Netflix, and play games. On your phone. but the thoughts don't go away. They stick with you, making you toss and turn in bed when you finally try to go to sleep. At least they do not haunt your dream. Something else does. Red eyes staring at you in the darkness, big hands caressing your skin, and pink hair threading through your fingers.

[toads-treasures]

1-3 for Leda x Wyll for the couples ask, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

Leda 🌸 I mean…it’s Wyll Ravengard. From the moment she first laid eyes on him, his gravitas with his Super Smash Bros entrance “provoke the blade, and suffer its sting.” She instantly thought he was hot. Which, you know they’re under attack, she’s got an illithid tadpole in her head, not an ideal time to be making heart eyes at a stranger, but she’s had a long hard day, and Wyll is Wyll so… couldn’t be helped.

Wyll ♥️ He definitely found her striking from their first interaction. Not a lot of pink tieflings about, especially not ones you can suddenly mind meld with. But it wasn’t until their second night at camp that he really had a chance to really notice anything beyond that. He was sitting on the banks of the river near camp, still trying to get used to being around people again, for more than an hour or two, when Leda found him. She’d been washing up a little further downstream, and her hair was loose from its usual braids. She instantly sat down next to him and chatted with him like they were old friends. It was then that Wyll noticed she had a lovely smile, and even a shallow dimple, just in her right cheek. Also if you wanna read more about this particular little moment I actually wrote a fic for it while trying to answer this question! I still need to edit it, but…stay tuned!

Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate? 

🌸 Leda’s attraction doesn’t really change, but it definitely deepens. At first she was attracted to his confidence, his presence as the Blade of Frontiers. But the more time they spend together, she finds she likes it more when Wyll isn’t being The Blade. She still loves that part of him, it’s an important part of him. But she likes the moments where she can almost catch him off guard. Make him laugh. He has the best laugh and the prettiest smile. Also I heard this clip and let’s not pretend that Wyll doesn’t have possibly the most attractive voice in the whole party. And his lil crop top at camp got Leda acting extremely unwise.

♥️ Wyll’s attraction to Leda only grows as he gets to know her more. I personally think of Wyll as demisexual, so his initial thought of “Oh, she’s really pretty,” doesn’t really deepen until their relationship does. Which doesn’t take long lol, nothing brings people together like a shared premonition of doom. But he loves how passionate Leda is. Being around her, you can’t help but feel this exciting sense of anticipation, of potential. Does this have to do with the fact that she is a wild magic sorcerer so there is real potential of exciting catastrophic things happening? Maybe. Also, looking back through a lot of my rambling writings with them I often describe Wyll admiring her hair?

Also Leda is very aware she has some exceptional tits, but Wyll would be way too chivalrous to ever mention that. Except in specific circumstances

By contrast, what was the moment that first made their heart soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like, “Oh…I adore them…”

First of all, bless you for asking this question because this is my literal FAVORITE part of writing any kind of romantic relationship. I live for this moment.

Weirdly, I think I have a better idea of when this happened for Wyll than I do Leda. 

♥️ It was at the tiefling party. He tried to keep himself and his problems from his friends. He didn’t want to burden them, especially that night where they should have been celebrating. But Leda came to him. She sought him out, made him laugh, she listened to him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had done that for him. It was then that he realized he didn’t just like her because she was pretty and funny, it was because around her, he didn’t have to hold his breath. He didn’t have to square his shoulders and be The Blade of Frontiers. Leda is so unabashedly herself that you really have no choice but to be the same. Also, the tiefling party is where you get the amazing, “Perhaps, you’ve grown fond of me…Gods know I’ve grown fond of you.” line. It’s basically canon that Wyll has this moment with Tav at the party.  

🌸 Leda is not very in tune with her own emotions, she’s spent a long time actively avoiding thinking about how she really feels (her and Wyll are both this way honestly they’re kind of a disaster) but she actually came to the realization on the same day, just a few hours earlier. They’d just finished defeating all the goblin leaders, and everyone was celebrating, including Leda despite the fact that she busted her lip pretty badly during their last fight with Dorr Razlin. In the middle of all their celebrating, Wyll pulled her aside, and used some warlocky magic to basically make his hand an ice pack, and held it to her face until Halsin or Honeylark(beloved @hauntedliz’s Tav) could heal her up. He didn’t care about sorting through any of the treasure they found, or even how they were going to sneak out of the camp unnoticed. He cared about her. 

[real-total-drama-takes]

Almost all the reboot characters look like ass!!

Bowie got the UGLIEST pants everr plus those pearls don't match at all!! Bro would rip em accidentally In The first challenge or sum shit

MILLIE IS IN HEELS. SHE'S GONNA BREAK HER LEGS

mks shirt is goofy as hell, same with her jacket

Lauren (scary girl) looks Like a POSER. NOT EVEN THE COOL ONES

Nichelle looks SO BASIC. LIKE GOD DAMN GIRL GOT LOTTAAAAA MONEY BUT SHE CHOSE SWEATPANTS AND A TOP THINGY. Like okay good for the game but A CROP TOP WOULDVE BEEN BETTER!!!

Chase looks like ketchup and mustard kind of shit

Zee got hotdog colours (WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD BUY YELLOW JEANSWHAT THE FUCK)

Julia is a basic white girl! (Fits her tho)

I love my girl priyas design but the show is in Canada, how is she not freezing (same with half the damn cast im js too lazy to type out their names)

[tklyhcs]

alright uhhh i saw some people requesting this on other blogs so i'm stealing those actually, taking those thanks (using this an excuse)!! this isn't the fandom i necessarily wanted to start with but the other ones i wanna write have insane amounts of characters so boy band men first i guess

(IF YOU SAW ME ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISH THIS TOO SOON, NO YOU DIDN'T)

heartsteel hcs here we gooo

kayn 💜

ok fr he's so fun to write for, didn't expect this one to be so cute. easy ler and lee! he likes to be a little bully and use his dirty little grabbers, mostly at ez let's be real. he isn't confident he's gonna win any other matchup so ez is easy picking. and thanks to the blooper reel k'sante is another target because kayn is a scrapper and crawls all over him like a monkey. mostly spiders his fingers all over and laughs evilly like he's won a hard fought battle. he's slinky and quick so he mostly has his target begging for someone else's help, and when they do get said assistance he cries and whines that it's not fair. don't be fooled he enjoys the extra attention!

he just plays to win all the time so when someone else tags in he's sure make everyone know that HE WOULD HAVE WON!!!! HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR EVERYONE ELSE CHEATING!!!! and man that stupid leash why does he even wear it if someones gonna tie his wrists in a knot. and like a true lee he wears that crop top so when he's all tangled go for the abs! he laughs so much it becomes obvious how he got so cut, by laughing his lungs out apparently. when he laughs his fangs show too it's cute.

he's also painfully obvious about not minding since he neeeever calls mercy, never surrenders. he just deals with it! not something someone who DOESN'T enjoy it would do. he could easily call mercy and call it quits but hmmmm he doesn't seem to want to, odd.

for spots i wanna say the waist is really really bad. top of the ribs under the armpits, his abs, his sides, all have him kicking his legs with a shout. he also scream laughs, explodes into laughter at first touch. but his voice also cracks at the first yelp, sounds like a cute lil boy shriek. partial to being "attacked", as he calls it, on the couch. he likes getting to be able to flop down and pass out after, sorta like a little kid it's so fucking cute bro he tuckers himself out laughing and wriggling on his back. dude is exhausted n happy (he swears he is NOT happy abt this) he's just tired for no reason okay. now it's his post giggle episode nap!

k'sante 💛

hear me out ok when i saw his shirt being a turtleneck i was IMMEDIATELY LIKE 🫵 his spot is the neck. it's so the neck. suddenly for him there's more than a few perks of being like.. 6'7" and it's not just being able to get things from high shelves. kayn and ez are menaces to this man it's gotta be 2 on 1. and in the official art pieces, ez getting carried on his back? oof k'sante y'all shouldn't have done that. cause now there's legs locked around his chest and ez is like SURRENDER OR DIEEE and getting all up into that shirt collar. he SCREECHES and spins around trying to shake him off he's stuck on him now. hopping around doing a lil giggly dance with ez on his back. kayn jokes and teases about how instead of focusing on singing, he should work on his dancing instead!

thanks to the blooper reel i can die on the hill that k'sante is a whiny boy and calls yone for help all the time. yoneee helpppp they're bullying me m gonna tell yoneee aaaa. kayn saying OH YOU BIG BABY stop complaining!! no one to help you now! ez is this guy's worst nightmare his cold little fingers are like knives on his neck. k'sante tends to run hot so they're just so nicely sticking a cold can of soda to his nape to help obviously. yone will help sometimes but mainly just because he's trying to keep the team on track (he will also torture k'sante with cold soda cans).

necks are a good tickle bite's worst enemy. chomp. and when someone is up in there biting, he just has to laugh and wait til it's over ☺ and with both of his elbows bent up so he can use his hands to cover his neck. gasp.. who's to protect his armpits! 🤭 noooo one! his neck is his worst spot so he'll make sure to keep it covered! but that does mean he'll get some armpit tickles instead! pick your poison k'sante. they team up on him like this often and ngl he likes it when they're close on em! sweethearts. but he doesn't wanna LOSE so he brings his puppy eyes to yone he's like 👉👈 yone.. help.. what a cop out! but it's not that great of a cute beg it's more like k'sante scream laughing and attempting puppy eyes but yelling HELP AAAA YONE HELP awkwardly waggling his arms. i love making big men be tickly and look foolish. sorry i love embarrassing them uwu

ezreal 💚

wow what a lee he's textbook lee i bet he has a secret tumblr account for all his private tk blogging activities. there's a lot to say about him: MOST IMPORTANTLY though his cute smile alright look at his teeth they're so fucking cute i'm obsessed. probably his only weapon as a ler are his sharp teeth. pointed and dull at the very bottom makes for very ticklish bites, so beware if you're too confident in winning! he will wiggle his head between your head and shoulder and bite! exaggerated fake growls and all. he'll be a little too proud of winning, so don't let him.

he has a reaaaally cute snort laugh too. i think his fans would document it thoroughly and embarrass him by posting clips of it nonstop. he has a more controlled laugh for outings because he's serious about his fandom image, but sometimes he laughs at something and chokes on his breath a bit there. i think it would be a shame of someone (kayn) decided to squeeze his side and make him giggle and snort while he's doing some filmed social media trend. that would soooo bad amiright 🫶 lol he would scream, cover his mouth, and tell his followers that he's BUSY and MUST LEAVE immediately. he basically RUNS to his room to scream into his pillow. like how dare u embarrass him in front of his online friends.

the clip hits all platforms in record time and he maaaay read a few comments because it's people saying it's cute of him and he secretly fawns over those. like "omg you think i'm cute heehee" he's ridiculous. but phel and kain playfully tease him sending pig emojis 🐖🐖🐖 ez is like "DON'T SEND THOSE TO ME DON'T- HEY DON'T POST THAT ON SOCIAL NOOO DON'T COMMENT MY FANS WILL SEE" and they all affectionately change his name in their phones to 🐖 just to tease him.

for spots, he'd be ticklish up sides to his ribs, spidering fingers have him slumped into the couch, laughing hard and snorting, of course. his feet and knees are quite ticklish! only known because he tends to put his feet up and yone continuously tells him to knock it off. but he found that suddenly tickling his socked foot does the trick.

aphelios 💙

he's a difficult one, since he's not much of a talker! but not like he's spared from anyone's wrath. his laugh is what you'd expect and it's fantastic; breathy, wheezy, and full of obvious mirth.

he's prone to pranking the others and while he can be nonchalant and aloof, sometimes the sight of one of the others falling or making utter fools of themselves has him in stitches (and being forced to laugh via tickling is no different). and when he wears his mask it's especially endearing to see his eyes screwed shut as well as him holding his stomach and hunching over, shoulders shaking.

he can't help acting like a little troublemaker and they always pounce on him after he gets someone good with those pranks he pulls. seems like he's more playful than he looks. if anyone stretches, he's the first to poke. if someone gets stuck doing something, phel is there making sure he doesn't waste the opportunity, what a jerk! so do everyone a favor and give him a taste of his own medicine. he's his own worst enemy though, because once he starts wheezing in laughter you pounce on him with tickles and it's downhill from there. he's already laughing so he has no chance of fending off an attack.

and a secret: he's very weak to teasing too! he doesn't talk back he just hides his face in shyness. they fall for a trap he's so deviously placed and now he's under them, mumbling out giggles when they poke him all over saying "what's so funny huh??" he waves his hands at them and pushes em by the shoulders trying to curl up the best he can. pokes drive him nuts and then when you speed up it's even worse, him trying to catch the offending hands. "no timeouts allowed because you started it!"

but it seems like he just doesn't stop pranking the others, so he must like it more than he lets on. he's surprisingly a goofy lil boy. he laughs himself silly, voice hitching and gasping all the way. he laughs himself DIZZY it's cute. he's like kayn he needs a break after. and usually even after whoever is done bullying him, he spends his time giggling quietly his skin still feels electric. he sure is brave for someone who takes so much time to recover.

yone ❤

he's a fun one, the stoic characters always are. most likely to screw his mouth shut and try to deal with pesky fingers at his ribs until he can't any longer. prone to overworking so breaking his concentration is absolutely a necessary activity. and also breaking his concentration playing video games is also crucial, because according to sett he plays too well so he must suffer and be prodded at during playtime too. -i mean what sett would never stoop so low he says.

anyways- yone's usually the mediator but he can get caught up in the mess when someone points out that he's been getting off the hook when it comes to roughhousing. he typically prefers 1 on 1, so he won't lose kayn says. and maybe that's true no one knows. he's really REALLY good at pretending he isn't at all sensitive and keeps it together for, i dunno, 5 seconds. it doesn't seem like a lot BUT it deters most. not these motherfuckers they're in it to win it.

yone will hold back then the giggles bubble up in his throat and you can hear him hum a moment, then they spill out from his lips. he mumbles and whispers out giggles for a moment then it becomes very apparent he won't win this fight and he covers his mouth. that's when it's over. he really starts to laugh and realizes the sensations just won't stop and he's lost. he's most likely to swear actually lol he's like i can handle this. i can handle this..... Fuck.

once he's attempted to cover his mouth he has already lost. he has a very nice, boisterous laugh and his smile is also a 10/10. it's nice to not see his eyebrows furrowed so much. he's lucky he's good at catching people's offending wiggly fingers or else he'd fall apart way more often. so when they trail fingers up his back where he can't reach them or fend them off? it drives him nuts. index finger from the nape and down the spine has him arching and twisting away with a loud yelp.

and that leaves the stomach vulnerable and that's next. tickling at his stomach and he jumps back and grabs whoever's wrist and says to CUT THAT OUT. okay mr. grumpy, jeez. it works as a good attitude adjustment because if he's mad at one of em for fooling around, this can easily divert his attention. k'sante usually has the job of doing so but when he does, he doesn't get yone's support the next time he's on defense. in fact, yone might lead the charge.

sett 🧡

hahaaaa oh man last but not least. most ticklish easily what a mess. being 6 foot 10 is not gonna help him here. sure he can rough somebody up but this is way more difficult for him. the one to be on the floor first begging "pleeheheaasee-" and kicking his leg like a puppy.

he's OBVIOUSLY most sensitive in the midsection he's a tummy boy okay just trust me. and this man may lift, box, it doesn't matter because if you knead his midsection his strength goes right out the window. you can feel him paw at your prodding hands with the weakest grip you've ever seen. his worst enemy is when you do the claw hand on his belly he's in hysterics i'm telling you. wiggling on his back saying "i give! i give!" and flopping onto his side when he's released from their tickly clutches. now, make that two pairs of hands, or ten, he doesn't have a chaaaaance.

he's definitely a good tickle monster to the others but once they elect k'sante to hold him down (he can bench sett apparently so he's gotta be the bad guy on this one) he's like "NOO DON'T DO IT GUYS I'M SORRYEHHEEHE" he preemptivey starts laughing when he sees wiggling fingers creeping closer and closer to him, begging wildly for mercy before anything happens. he calls out to each one of them, praying that they'll help! he's not the one to take what he dishes out.

and also the ears! don't forget about those! they are oh so ticklish and they twitch when you touch them. roll the delicate ear between two of your fingers and it has him in a fit of giggles. any fighting techniques he might know mean nothing in the face of a laughing fit.

first to help someone relieve stress via giving attention and being a stress toy himself. though, he's prone to going after someone first even if he always loses. we appreciate his effort. he'll probably have someone fighting on his side simply because he's a lost cause. has a good relationship with physical affection! his favorite to give: ticklish kisses n raspberries, in combo with a hug of course. try not to get caught in his clutches. if those are his tactics.. maybe he does deserve to get got. he's not as embarrassed as his track record would suggest! takes his inevitable loss in stride.

haaa this long as fuck 👍 i don't think i've written anything at all since 2018 or smth really i tried to keep these diverse so lmk how i did! also like always i do not reread and check anything so. this is it

[janaknandini-singh999]

Chapter 6

This road seemed familiar too. Where was this boy going? She suddenly realized why it seemed familiar. Aditi's house was nearby! And as if reading her mind, the boy took a turn to advance towards the house just right across the street from Aditi's. Careful not to be seen by him, Shlokaa dashed into Aditi's place as she saw her friend sitting on the verandah.

Aditi waved excitedly "Shlo bro! What a pleasant surprise! To what do I ow-"

"Whose house is that?" Shlokaa pointed to the house in front

"Oh. Vilasini and her family just shifted there! Her father and my father are brothers. We're cousins, remember? Anyway, they are in the army together too so we got their residence near ours here so they don't face any trouble adjusting and we are here to help." Aditi explained

So, that's why he looked so familiar! The same face as Vilasini's. She should've guessed.

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded.

"WHAT THE-"

"Chill." Aditi said as Shlokaa got bewildered at her friend's relaxed composure "That's just Vilasini shooting. She must be up in her feels or something, she doesn't shoot otherwise. Better to leave her alone during this ti- SHLOKAA!?"

No use. Aditi's friend was already crouching and in Vilasini's house's yard, behind the bush.

"Who's that? Come out or I will shoot." Vilasini's ear was quick to detect disturbance even though it was not quiet this evening, it was very cold and windy instead.

Raising her arms, Shlokaa came forward. Vilasini tensed but looked away as though she hadn't even seen her and continued shooting on her target - a barrel at such a distance away that it seemed like a small pot.

Gunshot. Another gunshot. Another.

"Teach me." Shlokaa suddenly said

Vilasini shifted the gaze at her, grip still tight on the gun and raised her eyebrows

"Teach me how to shoot like you do. My tournament is coming up." Shlokaa slowly emphasised on each word "Oh, come on! Toss what we have aside for a moment and help me. Please."

Vilasini was painfully reminded of that night when she left by the train. The same plead in Shlokaa's voice even now. Yet so prideful. How? How can someone be so shameless yet plead? Bent on doing something about it, Vilasini finally spoke

"Take it off."

Shlokaa's eyes widened "What?"

"Take that," Vilasini pointed at Shlokaa's overcoat swaying with the wind. "Off"

Shlokaa's expression turned into a mixture of quizzical and something else which Vilasini couldn't figure.

"It will just fly around and hinder your aim. Could be fatal if it happens when you're about to shoot."

"But I'm just wearing a crop top underneath. And it's damn cold." Shlokaa replied, not budging

Vilasini shrugged "Not my problem you couldn't dress properly enough for the weather. It's a rule. I can't risk anything. It's my dad's pistol he will kill me. Or you can come by when he's here. He's an army person so he's more trained and would be better at teaching you anyway."

"Are you inviting me to your house later too?"

Vilasini groaned and turned to walk inside her house. This girl was impossible.

"HEY, no! Ok, fine I was joking. Let's do it."

But Shlokaa stood, still on her position unmoving. She knew. They both knew. It didn't matter if she wore anything. There was no such rule. It was just an excuse to punish Shlokaa for what she did to Vilasini. To make her obey her.

Vilasini stood at her place as well, arms crossed now. Shlokaa could practically feel her eyes undoing her, she felt the heat even in such a cold weather. She couldn't hold firm any longer without doing something stupid again as she had done in the reception. She couldn't trust herself around this girl any longer. So, slowly she undid the overcoat herself. Took it out and waved it like a flag. Challenge accepted.

And Vilasini stared. Shlokaa was curvier than what she had expected. Toned arms, but her skin didn't look rough. Deep neckline, scars marking there on her collarbone and arms. Wonder where did they come from? Vilasini almost imagined touching them but she backed with a start. Shlokaa was imperfectly defined sure but she was elegantly imperfect. Like a warrior princess. Not stubbornly imperfect like she was - wobbly in some places, dents in some, acne somewhere and skin tone changing somewhere else. No figure, no grace. Vilasini got horribly self conscious, biting the inside of her mouth impatiently and shuddered at seeing Shlokaa all over again from head to toe.

Then just from the corner of her eye, Vilasini felt Shlokaa's body language change, so imperceptible that nobody else would've noticed it but she did. Shlokaa knew she was being stared at and that would mean Vilasini was slowly giving in. But Vilasini wasn't letting her have any of that. As Shlokaa, basking in her small triumphant, turned on her heels to go inside the house to place her overcoat there before coming back out to practice, Vilasini stopped her right there.

"No need. I'll go put it in my room and retrieve it after we're done. Stay here."

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Shlokaa could feel the cold now, as it started to become dark.

Vilasini came out and eyed her, gesturing her to stand in front as she positioned her. She could see Shlokaa's hair rising on her body and with a sigh, heaved her body a bit on hers for warmth while maintaining the stance. What use of punishing whatsoever now anyway? Vilasini thought. It's a kids' revenge saga and if this is what she'll be upto then what will even remain the difference between her and this wild girl of a Shlokaa?

"Ugh, your position is all wrong! You don't seem like a professional to me at all!? That's where the grip should be." Vilasini started off

In all honesty, Shlokaa had no idea what she was doing either. Years of training and hard work and medals she had won but she couldn't even hold a pistol properly right now. Her attention was on how Vilasini's skin lightly grazed hers and her hands guided on hers to the line of target. Where even the hell was and the target anyway? Everything felt so sharp magnified but that damn target looked so blurred. What the hell was happening?

From her verandah, Aditi munched on her snacks but her jaw dropped upon seeing what was happening in Vilasini's yard. She whispered "What in the Sholay's Veeru and Basanti pistol scene-"

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Shlokaa lay on her bed and breathed fast and deep, still reeling from what had happened.

UGH.

She threw the pillow across the room, sat up and silently screamed as she clasped her head with her hands.

Oh, wait.

Shit.

She had forgotten her overcoat in Vilasini's house. But that wasn't her sole concern. After leaving late from school with her mother, she had been given the class keys by her and she had pocketed it in her overcoat.

Tomorrow is the inter school competition and they needed to reach fast. Without the keys, she was in trouble.

"No trouble." her mother's warning ringed across her head as she bolted through, rode on her scooter, and headed to Vilasini's place.

The gate was shut. All the curtains drawn and lights off in the neighbourhood. The crickets sounded, blissfully unaware of the sensation tingling and hitting Shlokaa in her chest.

Shit. Shit.

She saw a tree branching up till Vilasini's room's balcony. Yes, it was on the first floor. That's where she had seen Vilasini through the window afted she had taken her overcoat adamantly from her hands in the evening. She had no choice. She crept up the tree as carefully she could, breath held. A twig broke under her feet, some thorn scratched her cheek. Ouch. Ugh.

But finally, she was on the balcony. She tiptoed and opened the sliding door so silently as if to not wake a baby. She went inside the room.

But it was so dark! She couldn't see anything. Oh God. She stretched out her hands as to not knock over anything but her knees hit something and she found herself toppled over the bed, a breadth away from Vilasini. She could feel her breath. Suddenly, Vilasini sensed something in her sleep and propped up upright. She had felt someone on top of her and as she opened her mouth to scream, Shlokaa shut Vilasini's mouth with her palm and whispered urgently

"DON'T MAKE ANY SOUND PLEASE."

"SHLOKAA?!" Vilasini switched on her bedside warm lamp and stared as if she had seen a ghost and she continued "Phew, ok cool. You aren't leaving me alone even in my dreams now, what the-"

Shlokaa pinched her and suddenly put her hand around her mouth again to prevent her from shouting "This isn't a dream and I didn't want to argue. Just give me my overcoat and I'll leave."

Vilasini stared even more. Shlokaa, with a jolt, realized what Vilasini must be thinking. What position she had been stumped in. Thinking of her mother and her fury, she had almost forgotten what complicated equation she and Vilasini shared.

But what position, quite literally.

Shlokaa was practically looming above Vilasini who was directly under her, wearing shorts and sleeveless nightsuit shirt. Her legs exposed and jammed under Shlokaa's. It was something so inexplicable to see her this bare, even though she herself had kinda stripped Shlokaa just hours back. Divine justice? But that seemed so distant and this felt so different. And Shlokaa had the slimmest crop top which showed most of her belly and body, and here Vilasini wasn't still fully exposed like that. And yet.. her chest entangled in the sheets, her shirt was lifted just a little, to show her navel but that was it.

Not fair.

Shlokaa fumed with heat. But heat of what kind? She wasn't sure, again. She was never sure ever since this girl. Her senses getting the better of her, she frantically started searching for something. Something in Vilasini? Anything. Again, that was her anxiety kicking in. Suddenly, as if noticing just now, she saw Vilasini had body hair, although not much, but quite noticeable. It was strangely overwhelming and inspiring that even though, Vilasini cared a lot about her appearance and pleasing others, when it came to her private space, the final say was hers. And Shlokaa, who even though pretended not to give a shit about anyone, gave it more than perhaps even Vilasini ever would. Maybe that's why she had slapped her. Maybe that's why, scared of her mother's wrath, she had come running here in the dead of night. But despite of anyone, of all circumstances, despite any of it, fate was always leading Shlokaa to this girl right here who narrowed her eyes and pushed Shlokaa off the bed just now as she fell down on the ground with a thud.

Aditi yawned and got up, half asleep, rubbing her eyes. She would usually draw curtains but she hadn't tonight as it was nice and breezy. She had woken up just now because some light shone from outside in her room, interrupting her sound slumber. The light was unmistakably from Vilasini's place. She suddenly grew worried. Was everything alright? She got on her feet to inspect at her window but almost jumped and fell back again as she saw a figure coming down from Vilasini's balcony through the tree there. A BURGLAR!? She nearly went outside to raise alarm and wake everyone up when she noticed Vilasini helping the figure to come down and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she squinted, she knew who it was. Nobody else in the entire town tied her ponytail in that crazy yet sophisticated manner at the same time. Nobody but Shlokaa. It represented her whole personality in a way, a silent statement.

Aditi blinked right away "What in the Romeo Juliet-"

[karimwillia]

Part 4

Warnings:Fluff

The next day at school Riri decided to wear an orange crop top and matching bottoms set she’d gotten for her birthday. It was something her Mom knew was not her thing but hoped she’d wear. Her sister did some cute straight backs in her hair which ended with two low buns. Last she did a nice natural beat that brought out her eyes. 

“Oooooh girl you look good!” MJ met Riri at her locker before their first period. “Sooo is Operation Ask in effect?” Riri is not looking forward to this part. “Operation Ask is in effect, yes. But…” MJ holds up a hand. “Uppp nope you are not backing out now. Just talk to her. I mean you  seemed fine talking to her yesterday. She slid you her number and “Daddy” is all in that phone.” MJ gives a cheeky look poking fun at Ri.

Riri places her head into her hands huffing. “I wish you never saw that. Mind you she texted me good night and good morning. Is there text etiquette for that type of thing?” MJ rolls her eyes. “You know what girl. For you to be smart you allow yourself to look clueless too much. She likes you or at least thinks you cute enough to flirt with. So use that to your advantage today.” They walk in the direction of their classes.

Riri feels a burning sensation as eyes turn to her walking into the room. Shuri is at their lab table but she’s distracted. Xavier has her attention so she has yet to see Ri’s “new look.” The side profile of Shuri’s face looks super good today, Ri thought. She’s wearing a white jogging suit where the hoodie is long. Underneath is an orange mock neck and her hair is freshly cut on the sides and her twist out is on point. They are unintentionally matching.

“Ahem class let’s get to our seats.” Dr. Stevens entered the room snapping Riri out of her daze, Shuri also snapped to attention finally facing Ri. Shuffling fast into her seat Riri can finally feel the pair of eyes looking at her that she desired. Shuri bites her bottom lip, slowly checking her out. Shuri wants to see every detail. “Good morning Beautiful. You look…” Shuri could not finish her thought before Dr Stevens reiterates the start of class.

The lecture drew on as Riri kept catching Shuri watching her. Scribbling out a note in the last few seconds of class Ri was nervous but wanted to act confident. “You can have a closer look if you meet me under the stairs at 10.” Shuri read the note twice then scrambled to her feet. She had 4 mins until 10am. She really didn’t want to be late. Before she makes it out Xavier comes up.

Damn! played in her mind. “Shur yo! who knew ole girl had that BAWDY! Like did you see her…” Shuri had to get out of the room quick and Xavi was pissing her off. “Xavi you don’t even know her name. Remember.” Shuri flared her nostrils hoping Xavier can tell she’s not playing with him. “That was an accident you know how I be playin’ yo. It’s just DAMN.” The tension in her jaw got worse the more he lingered. “Damn is Bro but she'll never be for you.” Hitting his chest a bit harder than expected. Shuri made an exit. 

She rushed to the stairs and was met with the sight of a lifetime. The orange outfit hugged Riri in ALL the right places. Riri was facing the wall giving Shuri the full up close view promised. An urge took over her and she placed her hands gently over Ri’s eyes. “Prompt is a good thing to be Panther.” Shuri’s heart flipped in her chest. “I would not dare keep you waiting.” Riri turns around and is far closer to Shuri than expected. Finding bravery both girls stay that close and Riri speaks first. 

“I know you are wondering what is up? But you have to promise me to not laugh.” Shuri studies Ri’s facial features as she speaks. “I promise. Cross my heart.” Shaking her head, Ri focuses trying to ignore Shuri's sweet scent. “I would like to request your help with something and it’s silly you’re my friend right? I have this senior to do list and I want you to help me achieve it.” Immediately Shuri can’t keep her promise. A small chuckle escapes her body which makes Riri realize Shuri’s hand is gripping her hip. Has that always been there? “I’m I I am so sorry to break the promise but I thought this was something completely different.” 

Riri pauses as the laughter dies down. “Hey you promised.” Riri hits her chest lightly. “Shuri what did you think?..” Everything clicked in that moment. The stairs are the make out spot of the school. “Oh my God…no no I didn’t want to come make out. Oh God.”

Disappointment and guilt flashed on Shuri’s face for the assumption. Standing back from the previous position they were in, Shuri apologized. “Ooooh I’m sorry I I I misread this. Let me…” Riri shot a shocked look out at Shuri. The most popular girl in school really likes her. She has to act fast so she grabs the front of the taller girls jacket and begs.

“Wait! Shuri, hold on please. Please” Taking a deep breath to gather herself there is no time to process that not only does her crush like her back. This same crush wanted to kiss her. To top it off Ri has to find the words to admit her true feelings. Nothing else comes to mind but the truth. Here goes nothing. 

Shuri’s face is frowned up starting. “Are you ok Ri? I’m…” The shorter girl holds out her hand. “I’m fine, don't apologize. I think I want the same thing you wanted but just not yet. At least not in this stairwell. I mean I like you. How could I not. But I’m not that confident to have a make out session in the stairs I I I just.” Once the words started to cascade from Riri’s mouth she could not stop it. Shuri gently takes Riri by her shoulders, wanting to calm her.

“Shhhh hey can you look at me and breath? I need you to breath.” The late bell rings and there is a conversation still to be had. Shuri suggests they leave until after lunch. Riri agrees because she is this close to a panic attack. 

Shuri holds Ri’s hand the entire way to her Lexus, opening the passenger side door for her. Ri slides onto the seat before the door is shut. The few seconds of silence was a welcomed reprieve. The ride is tense as a million and one thoughts bounce around both of their minds. This turn of events is unexpected at best how they go from innocent flirting to full blown confessions. They settle on Shuri’s couch in her room before either one of them says another word.

Shuri places a soothing hand on Riri’s leg. “Ri are you ok? I need to know you are ok first.” The distressed look in her eyes makes it harder on Ri to make a move.  Eventually Ri softly nods her head. “I am fine just…processing. Stop worrying.” Riri places her hand on Shuri’s neck looking in her eyes. 

The look is intense but it clears Shuri’s mind of worry enough to utter. “Damn you’re beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, Ri. I have wanted to tell you that forever.” Riri feels like she’s in a dream, her thumb brushes the nape of Shuri’s neck. “That’s funny because I say the same about you.” 

Shuri shifts closer. She closes her eyes for the next part because the words are escaping her with Riri as a distraction.  “I like you Rihanna. Not just make out like you either, I mean hold your hand in the hall like you.” It was a little fumble but it made Ri laugh and Shuri even let out a small chuckle. “You think that’s funny?” With a huge smile Ri stays still looking at Shuri’s face. “No it’s just That…the way you said it made this a lot less nerve wracking.”

Shuri closes the rest of the distance enveloping Riri into a hug. The feeling was almost too nice to let go but they did. Riri explains how the list came about and why she’s asking Shuri for help. They naturally fall into this comfortable cuddle as they chat. “I don’t know, I know it’s silly to say out loud but I didn’t want to do this alone. It’s a bunch of things you have to have a person for you know?” Ri is now sitting with her legs across Shuri’s facing her. “Is that where I come in? I am that person?” Giggling and putting her head down, Ri answers. “Yes you are because you are important to me.” Shuri blushes when she hears Riri's confession.

“Oooh I’m important huh? How important?” The mood lightens up. “Fishing for compliments much? Very important, you are the only one who ever saw me for me.” Shuri shifts closer where Ri is more in her lap. “Well how about we show you off then.” Confusion is the new expression on Ri’s face.

Shuri states her idea. “Prom Queen!” A grin spreads on Shuri’s face while a frown spreads on Ri’s. “Shuri! I can’t do that. That’s too much!” 

Shuri is giddy as she explains. “You say this is about experiencing high school. Well the ultimate experience is you running for and winning Prom Queen.” “That’s for the skinny cheerleaders or the popular pretty girls who everyone knows. Not the nerdy mathlete who doesn’t exist.” Shuri hugs her tight. “I know you exist and I see you. You are everything they say a Prom Queen is. Beautiful, talented, amazing, brilliant, kind and has school spirit. Why can’t you see that?” Ri blushes hard. “You may see that and that’s why you’re special Shuri and maybe MJ. Everyone else doesn't even know my name.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Salt & Sweet

Summary: Salty Matt pt. 2 - Matt’s POV (HEAVILY unedited)

Pt. 1

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat , @tahiri-veyla

“You gotta be freaking kidding me” The words fell in a mumble of groans out of my lips when the slow, sensual beat started to leave the speaker. The small prayer-like monologue echoed in my mind as I looked up at the starry sky. “For the love of anything that’s sacred, you can’t be serious! Don’t you have anything better to do than to torture me like this, Big Man?! What the fuck did I do?! Is this because I have sinned? Because I fell into the Devil’s pussy trap? Because I jerked off too much when I was in high school? Because I didn’t go to church for the past couple of weeks? Why the fuck is this happening to me?!”

Rage consumed my entire being, the will to both punch my brother and myself in the face was livid! It wasn’t bigger than my will to fuck that little slut - that called herself my brother’s wife - in front of everyone in this backyard.

The will to mark her as mine and rub in my brother’s face how better I am at pleasuring a woman got my jaw clenching with anger and need. Now that I know what her skin feels like against my hands, I need more. So much more…

Cuando te veo

Te veo pasar, ah

Yo pienso en lo' momento'

Que nos supimos amar

Tirame una llamada

No haga' como que no pasa nada, ah

Si sabés muy bien, que

Entre los do' la pasamos al cien…

The melodic and delicate female voice effortlessly sang the words that had turned into my nightmare for the last few months. The translation was already burned into my mind, and I could easily follow the phrases that reminded me of this sour relationship. My sister-in-law had whispered the same words to me while we danced in my hotel room precisely 142 days ago - not that I’m counting by the way.

That night Nick and I came back earlier from the arena and found her inside our hotel room, lying on Nick’s bed. She was wearing a Young Bucks’ t-shirt that she successfully turned into a crop top, adorned with small, random holes in every strategic place of her body and a pair of flare light jeans that made her look like a 90’s hot hip-hop singer.

“A quick surprise” was how she entitled her sudden visit. My brother of course was on cloud nine - as any sane man would - and the first thing I did was excuse myself before I got in the shower for the second time that night, except this one wasn’t for hygiene purposes, if you catch my drift…When I left the foggy bathroom, she was sitting on Nick’s lap and his hand roamed from her ass to thigh, drawing random patterns as they kissed. The last thing I needed was another hard on, so I not so subtly cleared my throat, making her pull back first as Nick was already searching for her lips again.

“I called the reception but apparently they don’t have any more rooms available” Was her twisted form of apology for the soft porn show they were putting on. Nick’s teeth nibbled her soft jaw with a smirk “You don’t have to apologize, angel. Matt’s a big boy, I’m sure he doesn’t care. Right, big bro?”. His eyes encountered mine and I could see the sparkle of malice behind them, the same one he had whenever he planned to do something that our parents strictly told us not to. Everything in me screamed to superkick him as hard as I could until he was spitting more than just one front tooth.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about me” Was the only thing I could mumble back before I plopped down on my bed.

Even though I turned my back to them, I could still feel my brother’s gaze on me. I didn’t know what he was up to until they started whispering. She giggled “Are you sure?” and my brother simply chuckled back “Yeah, it’s fine, go for it” before he loudly smacked her ass. A few seconds later, I felt her warm hand on my bare shoulder “Matt, come dance with me”.

Looking behind me, I spotted her face painfully close to mine. “I don’t dance” Was my quick answer back. Before I could turn away from her, her hands caressed my hair “Oh, c’mon! Please? I really want to dance with you, I love this song”.

“Tell Nick you want to dance-” I began but before I could continue, she whispered against the corner of my lips “I want you, not Nick”.

And that’s where my nightmare began. We danced to this very same song, as she whispered the lyrics against my lips and skin.

…Bienvenido dolor, te invito a formar parte

El amor se fue hace rato, no quiso esperarte

Realmente vos y yo somos algo aparte

Esto me pasa por mi corazón fiarte…

Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel her every curve underneath my palms and fingers. My hands had their own will so they naturally did what they always wished to do, they traced her body, pulled her closer to me, cupped her cheeks, roamed through her hair, brushed against her soft bottom lip.

…Daría todo por volver a lo de ante'

Pero no se vuelve al pasado, por más que te cante

Ante' y durante, vuelvo a llamarte…

“Matt?” A quick touch on my shoulder brought me back to the present “You ok?” Kenny’s eyes held their usual care and worry as he searched for any sign of discomfort on my face.

“Yeah, I-” My eyes stopped across the backyard, in the sight of my sister-in-law in Nick’s arms “Just tired”.

“Are you sure?” My best friend asked, once he saw where my eyes were focused on

…Alucino con verte

Con poder volver a tenerte presente

Quizás te hice llorar más de una vez

Quizás te llegué a herir y luego te sané

Me di el lujo de jugar hasta que gané

Pero te veo pasar y me doy cuenta que…

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” I responded without breaking eye contact with her. She whispered something at my brother, without turning her gaze away from me and seconds later a quick smile covered Nick’s lips as he was also now looking at me.

The bastard waved in my direction and I didn’t think twice before giving him the finger. My phone beeped with a text and I read my brother’s name on the screen along with his message.

Nick: I’m still pissed at you for breaking my portraits. And my wife said we should make you pay for the damages, which to me sounds fair because those portraits were expensive af.

My eyes widened at the realization that Nick somehow knew I was the one behind the small temper tantrum, so my fingers quickly worked on pulling the oldest trick any guilty person tried to pull: playing dumb.

Matt: What? Portraits? What the hell are you talking about?!

Nick: God, you’re a terrible liar 😒. Stay after the party, Matt. The three of us have some things we need to talk about 🤫…

[jeansplaytoy]

dying connie’s hair with him!

afrolatino!connie wants you to help him dye his hair 💋, spanish phrases (i don’t speak spanish im trying my best pls don’t kill me), fluff?

“mamiii!” connie called from the bathroom upstairs. you exhaled and hopped up from your couch. “what?” you yelled back. “c’mere!”

you marched upstairs and went into you guys’ bathroom. “wha- what the hell you doing?” you frowned and leaned on the door. “i’m dying my shit, hell it look like?” he stared at you with the hair dye in his hand. you looked around and behind you in a ‘who are you talking to right now?’ way and he smiled and laughed, walking towards you and giving you a kiss.

“cmon, help me.” he said, sitting on the toilet and giving you the dye. “didn’t you just get it brighter connie?” you asked, grabbing the bottle of hair dye and one of your small containers.

“mhm.” he hummed. “so why… do you plan on doing it again?” you questioned while squeezing the red out of the bottle. “because, mami, you know that new Spiderman movie just came out.” he looked at you as you put the bottle down. “what does that gotta do with anything, con’?” you shook your head. “and i want a red spiderweb on my head. and you gon’ do it.” he said.

“i don’t even know how to dye patterns, baby.” you frowned and tilted your head. “it’s okay, ima help you. just look at this picture and then follow it, aight?” he put his phone on the counter in front of you and you looked at the picture. “okay. that looks… easy. enough.” you mumbled.

“so do the lines first, you see? and then add the curves after that.” he pointed at his phone and looked up at you to make sure you understood. “yeah, yeah okay, i see.” you said before you were about to dip your hand in the dye. “no, no, no, dios mío, mami…” he mumbled while grabbing your wrist. “whattt?” you looked at him.

“why the hell you tryna stick yo’ bare hand in the dye for?” he looked at you before pointing at the blue gloves that were right beside the sink. “you supposed to use gloves, bae.” you looked at the gloves and opened your mouth. “oh… yeah.” you laughed before putting the gloves on your hand. “aye, don’t fuck my head up. if you do, we goin all red.” he said to you as you dipped your finger in the hair dye and tilted his head forward. “whateverrrr, if i mess it up then you just gon’ have to deal with it.” you said, looking from the picture to his head. you started in the middle and trailed steadily up his hair.

“you doin’ it right?” he asked. “mind your business, and stop moving.” you said, dipping your finger in the dye again and making another red trail along his hair. as connie got bored of the quietness, he trailed his hands around your exposed hips and waist from the crop top and sweats you were wearing, unintentionally matching with his grey t shirt and black sweatpants.

“why you so quiet? you fucked up my head, ma?” he looked up at you. “C, why would you move?” you stared at him with rested, annoyed eyes. “i probably did after you shifted yo’ big ass head.” you said, grabbing his jaw and moving it back down. “now let me finish.” “aw, naw, you not finna be disrespecting me like this, i’m letting you do my hair.” connie said, softly pinching your waist, making you jump a little.

you smiled before doing the last line. “i’m about to do the curves, be still.” you said, grabbing more dye.

you made the webs connect of the line and stepped back to look at the first one. “am i doing this right?” you asked him. connie looked up at you. “hablas en serio?” he muttered under his breath as you looked at his head and laughed. “huh?” he stared at you with big eyes. “you serious, you messed it up?” he furrowed his eyebrows and smacked his lips. “bro-“ “-calm down, it ain’t even bad!” you said, moving back towards his head. “it looks good right now.”

“man- right now? get out my hair.” he said. you laughed and continued to do the curves. you moved his head lower to do the very back before you stepped back. “stand up.” you said. connie stared at you for a second before standing up and sighing at you, doing a 360 and looking back at you. you smiled. “i did my shit, i don’t care what you say.” you took the gloves off. “whatever.” connie smiled and looked in the mirror before his smile widened. “this shit cleannn. you see this?” he turned to kiss you on the lips.

you nodded and stared at him with a smile. “you like it, i know.” you shrugged. “thank you, i love you, mami.” he said, smacking your butt as you walked out of the bathroom. you smacked your lips. “i love you too.”