#Chat did i cook???

[x3nawr1tes]

★RULER OF MY HEART★- ch. 3

The night air hit your skin as you stopped on the starting line. Where is he? You thought as you looked to the side. Shidou is here… you might talk to him, but all your interactions have been online so far; so it’d be awkward. Otoya is also here, but he's a bitch. And his manwhore ass is gonna start flirting with you again. Of course kiana isnt here- she hates this place, so you’re practically alone…

as youre looking around, you can see a new flag girl. Typical. Theyre always switching them out these days. She was gorgeous. Long brown hair and big doe eyes. You swear shes familiar. Have you seen her before? Before you turn your gaze away, she looks back at you. And smiles. So shes nice too? Who the hell smiles at someone who was staring at them? As you quickly avert your gaze, she comes up and approaches you.

“I swear you look familiar! Youre gorgeous btw girl!”

you feel yourself blush as the girl compliments you.

You stammer out a quick, “I- uh- thank you. Youre pretty yourself”

“Thank you!!” The girl practically beams at you. Pretty, nice, and friendly. So far.

“whats your name?” She piques. “Im kind of new here, so im trying to get to know everyone”

You make a mental note of that. Shes trying to make friends. “y/n” you reply to her enthusiastic voice

“Im marisa!”

wait. Marisa…? You’ve heard that name before. It couldve been a different Marisa. You remember she confessed to tabito back in the sixth grade. And the fact she was his childhood crush. You stay silent, lost in thought as the girl in front of you looks at you quizzically. Just as shes about to speak up, Tabito is behind you witnessing the scene.

“hm? Y/n?” Karasu unknowingly cuts marisa off. He sees Marisa standing in front of you. “Huh- who are you-“ his eyes widen in realization

“are you… Marisa?”

“hm? How did you know-? Wait a minute… youre y/n and karasu from elementary!” She points you guys out.

“u-uh.” You're frozen. You look at Tabito for help. You hated running into people like this.

“yeah! Oh my god i havent seen you in forever! How have u been?” Effortlessly making conversation, as always

Her and Tabito are chatting eagerly. “Yeah! Since elementary graduation- i think”

Theyre remincising about the old days. as you watch the interaction between them, your stomach cant help but churn a bit. Shes nice, pretty, and funny. Marisa includes you in their talk, which makes it even worse.

“I never thought I’d see you guys again! This is such a blast from the past. You guys both race- right?”

“yeah.” You reply, standoffish. You feel bad about it though. Marisa has only been treat you guys nicely. watch your tone, yn

“Oh my god- this is kinda of embarrassing-“ Marisa laughs the situation off, “i mean- i remember how i confessed to youu at the graduation ceremony-“

Karasu laughs at that. They were just kids back then, so why did you feel like this? Theyre just friends after all. But the way Marisa was batting her eyelashes at Tabito rubbed you the wrong way. God- why couldnt she just be a bitch instead? At least i could hate her. Shes too nice for her own good. Its not like you could do anything anyway, because you and tabito are just friends.

just friends.

A/N: hey guys! Im back w/ a new chapter. Sorry for all the written stuff lately. Ill probably go back to the SMAU format next chapter. Im just more comfortable w the written format. Anyways, i hope u guys r having a good day and enjoyed the chapter!! <3

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[candycatfalls]

I'm joining the war on self indulgence on the side of self indulgence

[renni-yu]

(they're off to their birthday dinner date for cait which is why they're all dressed up :3)

[scurvyboy]

*froths at the mouth and runs circles around my room*

[heavyhandedhex]

Some stills from You Said You Love Me!

[arcart]

Pt. 2 to my One Piece Hockey au… lmk if you guys want more

[crumpet099]

Lazy background since im in a hurry but Aira!! 🩷🩷🩷

[danderling]

[angelwishess]

The Floyra fans ever !!: @screamintoad @gimmeurmoneyagh @lumdays @distant-velleity @oya-oya-okay @skibidibabygirl @blood-red-hummingbee @justm3di0cr3 (lmk if you wanna be added! ♡)

[nkogneatho]

i am trynna fuck clan leader dilf!suguru so bad

[kidicaruslover911]

- how many aura points did i loose for getting mad at having to do my chores but then pretended to be a femme housewife that was doing all of this for my nonexistent rich bread winning and absolutely stunning sugar mommy wives (sevika, arlecchino, ambessa and my malewife mizu)

- which made the process of everything so much more enjoyable that i ended up cleaning, cooking and baking more than i actually needed to?

[generalsdiary]

hybrid cat!ratio but aventurine isn't aware how feline like he is, until a sleep deprived ratio sits beside him on the couch and rests his head on his shoulder. and purs. aventurine freezes, soft rumbling of veritas' chest soothing him, and then, if purring wasn't enough, the long purple tail curls up in his lap. aventurine wants to jump out of his skin- cuddly veritas? doctor veritas ratio purring, seeking touch? kakavasha is losing his shit by the second.

meanwhile ratio is running on three hours of sleep for a stupid reason, and he simply embraces aventurine, cuddling closer wanting more of this comfort.

the last straw is ratio nuzzling his face into the blond's neck. rubbing his cheeks, nose against the soft skin. the furry ears brushing past his jaw. purring getting louder.

aventurine is a mess, he loves it of course, nonetheless he is caught off guard. he attempts at one of his one liners, to feel out the atmosphere, "do you... also meow?" he ends up sounding like a teenage boy stuttering in front of his crush.

shivers go down his spine when ratio speaks lowly against his ear in a husky voice, "would you like to hear it?"

[veeiiiii-0-ween]

Me when I draw Diansu for the 282672884782th time this month

I posted this on the discord under "Heresy" yesterday

Alt version under cut

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[stanpinesdykewife]

i haven't posted any writing recently so have a really informal imagine-type scenario of something that's been on my mind for a few days!! imagine drunk sex with stan after a date... umm i accidentally dove headfirst into stan's praise kink so he gets a little subby here but i'm sure no one's complaining. under the cut:

so good stan/reader (gender-neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified smut, 1237 words warnings: drunk sex! but an established relationship (bonus: nsfw drunk stan headcanons)

the both of you are barely inside, but you're all over each other. you almost forget to lock the front door through giggly kisses that taste like cheap beer, and stan is so grabby and touchy you leave half your outfit on the floor by the time you make it to your room. stan wiggles his brows and asks, "you wanna mess around?" and you laugh because he's already got you topless on the edge of the bed. obviously, you're getting some tonight.

but then you're not laughing, you're gasping, because stan is kissing down your neck, your chest, tugging your clothes off as he sinks down to the floor and moves your legs over his big broad shoulders. you think it's really unfair that you're almost fully naked and he's got all his clothes on but you can't say anything because then stan is mouthing over your underwear and "wow, oh, fuck, shit that feels good," and stan moans over your crotch when you lay on your back and rake your hands through his hair.

he's so good at this, even when he's drunk and doesn't exactly have the precision to find those spots that feel extra good. he makes up for it by tugging your underwear down (he doesn't even move when you have to lift your hips and grind into his face to get them off) and immediately getting lost in it. he moans at the taste of you, loud, like he's getting just as much out of it as you are. his tongue is so warm and he's gripping the tops of your thighs to keep them spread wide, even as they start to shake.

"that's good, fuck stan, so good for me." your breathing is heavy and your moans are just tumbling out of your mouth, you're still drunk, you can't control them, but stan literally whines into you and it's so fucking hot you don't care. one of his big hands squeezes your thigh before letting go of you, falling out of sight. you just tug his soft hair and keep babbling, "shit, shit, fuck, you're making me feel so good—ah, fuck, i'm—there, just like that, that's—fuck, yeah, you're gonna make me come, baby," and your moans get pitchy and your body goes tense and you fall apart on stan's tongue so much easier than you expected to.

but stan doesn't stop. he laps at you, cleans you up, even when you collapse onto your back, gasping and bucking your hips, your hand twisted in his hair. he's still moaning, the sound low and needy, and when you lean up enough to prop one elbow behind you, his eyes are screwed shut. his brows are furrowed in focus.

you realize the arm that isn't over your thigh is down, where you can't see, between his legs. stan is palming his dick through his pants, drawing grunts and little muffled sounds from his mouth. you're dizzy at the revelation, at the thought of stan being just as desperate and just as drunk as you are, so eager to get his mouth on you that he can't even bother to get his pants off.

"that feel good for you, honey?" you breathe, your legs twitching at stan licks sloppy stripes into you. a moan falls from your lips unbidden, but you keep talking, "you like making me come? you made me feel so good."

"fmmmph," stan says into you, making you jump slightly at the vibration. but you giggle softly when you loosen your grip on his hair to gently scratch his scalp instead, playing with his hair, messing it up. his head lolls wherever your hand moves it, but his mouth stays on you. his arm moves rhythmically, and though you can't see it, you can tell from the way his body rocks slightly that he's humping into his hand.

"so good," you say, more of a drunken note-to-self than anything, but stan makes another noise at that. you grind your hips into his mouth and stan's jaw goes slack, his tongue flat and still, so you can rock yourself against it. "ah, fuck, i'm sensitive—feels so good, stan. this makes you feel good too, huh? you wanna come like this?"

stan nods, miniscule. you still your hips and tug his hair once, just gently, so he knows he can move his mouth again. stan does, moaning softly against your skin, his tongue getting lazy and clumsy so he can focus more on the feeling of humping against his own hand. you do your part, playing up your moans, your gasps, your praising words, "fuck, that's good, your mouth is so hot, you're so good for me."

stan's hips twitch into his hands, grinding against it. his moans get louder, his mouth slips away from you so he can press his face against your inner thigh, and then his breath hitches, and he's—something jumps in your chest, warm and excited and affectionate as stan groans through his orgasm. he's pressing his hips hard into his hand. he's drooling onto your thigh. then he sighs, his shoulders untensing as those last few waves of pleasure slowly subside.

"there we go," you soothe, looking down at him though lidded eyes as he catches his breath. stan blinks, slowly, and peeks up at you. you smile when your eyes meet, and stan chuckles, presses a sloppy, wet kiss to your inner thigh. "was that good for you?"

"you kiddin'?" stan slurs, drunk off of beer and off of you, and you laugh as he groans and pushes himself up. he only stands tall enough to climb onto the bed, grunting at the pops from his joints. his voice is low and gravelly, even more than usual as he remarks, "ugh, jesus, my knees—it was worth it. holy smokes."

"holy smokes?" you laugh, shifting to the side to make room before stan collapses beside you with a gruff sigh. you're grinning as he takes you in his arms without question, tugging your naked body onto him. there's a warm, wet spot on his slacks, so you don't feel bad about straddling his thigh and tucking your head into the collar of his shirt. "ugh, you smell sweaty."

"really? you're gonna get on my case after all the work i just put in?" stan has one arm wrapped around you, and he massages his jaw with his other hand. but he's smiling, too.

"the work we put in," you correct him. then you sigh into his neck, finally relaxing. you press a kiss to his skin, and then you smile to yourself when he relaxes, too. "it's okay. i like how smelly you are."

"you're a real doll, you know that?" stan says, sarcastic. his hand rubs soothing lines up and down your spine.

"and you're so good for me," you drawl, low and coy. stan's hand freezes. you can practically hear his blush. you give it a few seconds.

then you burst out laughing, even when he shoves you off him and rolls on top to press you into the mattress as revenge, threatening you to "keep that pretty mouth shut before i shut it for you!" but stan is grinning above you, a little shy, but giddy. there's a warmth in his eyes that makes you tug him down for a kiss. it's drunken and clumsy and messy, with way too much tongue. it's perfect.

(mostly) nsfw drunk stan headcanons:

okay starting off strong with something that's literally not a hc but i want to get beer drunk and smush my face into stan's beer gut. can you imagine. whaaat the fuck

stan gets sooo touchy when he's drunk. he's touchy all the time, he can barely even stand too far away from you, but when he's drunk he gets real clingy. he loves to pull you in by your hip, your waist, pressing kisses to the top of your head and grinning like an idiot when it makes you giggle

he's also so much more loose. he's able to be normal and casual around you sober, but drunk he's so openly giggly and playful and obsessed with you!!! he likes you so much!!!

he has two wolves...... the horny one jumps out so quick around you when he's had a few drinks what do you expect from someone with a dry spell as long as his

stan's so obsessed with making you feel good and get loud and he usually fulfills his praise kink that way. but when he's drunk and less hyperaware of how you feel, he's desperate for some outright verbal praise. he wants to be told he's good and he makes you feel good because it makes him feel sooo good

tried my best to make this reader gender-neutral but he's such a munch it's not even funny. again when he can focus less on you and more on his own oral fixation he can't NOT go down on you even when you're totally done. he loves how you taste. he could probably finish just from that, without touching himself at all.....

thanks so much for reading!!!

[crowvainn]