#I HAVE TTO EAT HIM

[sabo-torao]

NOBODY MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nisuna]

NOOOO I LOST THE ASK ABOUT GOJO X GETO'S LITTLE SISTER 😭😭😭

So I'll just post it like this I'm so sorry to that person

The gist of it was that you got caught watching him shower and got fucked hard<3

But anyway, HALF of you voted for this one on my poll so here you go, hope you enjoy!!

Thank you for your take!!<3

~drabble~ 18+ MDNI

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TW: brief eating out, mating press, doggy, Satoru's very cocky and mean but oddly nice in the end, breathplay, choking, hair pulling, spanking, slut calling, used whore once

You didn't mean to look. You really didn't mean to, but when you saw the bathroom door slightly ajar and heard his humming you had a moment of weakness. And you felt your thighs squish together once you took a peek inside. Darn. There he was, naked and in all of his glory. You saw the water droplets run down the dips of his trained back, god, has he always been this ripped? Your eyes trailed down to his ass...cute, you thought to yourself. Then your eyes wandered to his strong legs and as soon as you heard a groan your heart stopped. Your eyes shot up only to see him stretch his arms above his head. You sighed in relieve and totally missed the way the white haired man in front of you shot you a glance with a smirk. He'll indulge you for now. When you looked up again, he was back to flexing his huge arms. Big palms and thick fingers were massaging the shampoo in his hair. You felt your mouth go dry.

Even though Satoru was slimmer than your brother he was a bit taller, but right now he just looked so incredibly big in every sense of the word. For as long as you could remember he always towered over you. He used to tease you about it, but now you didn't feel annoyed at the height difference anymore. No, you felt weak. As your thoughts kept wandering you wished that he would turn around so you could catch a glance of his toned chest and hard abs, maybe even his-

You froze when you heard his voice, "Are you just going to stand there or will you join me?"

Huh?... What? was all you could think, when you tried to hide behind the doorframe.

"C'mon what wrong? You look likea deer caught in headlight. You didn't think I saw you staring this whole time? I even put on a show for you. Didn't you like it?", you heard foot steps come your way and as you were about to run away a naked Satoru wearing a towel, that hung so dangerously low on hips you could see his happy trail peeking out, stood in front of you grinning. "I think your face is telling me you ate that right up."

Gulp.

"Oh no I didn't see anything I just came here and was about to leave haha sorry," you lied, completely avoiding eye contact. Just as you were slowly backing away from him he grabbed your wrist keeping you in place, "Oohh-tto, hold up where ya goin', pretty girl. Can't blame ya for staring, hmm? So dirty watching your brother's best friend shower..", he mumbled pulling you closer.

"I said I'm sorry please-", he muffled your sentence with pressing his lips against yours, making you squirm in his grasp. You pulled away with a gasp.

"Satoru, what are you-?"

"I'm giving you exactly what you want. Don't lie to me. How long have you had a crush on me hm?

"Stop, It's not what you-"

Putting his other arm around your waist he pulled you into his damp body. "Then why are you blushing so hard right now~ Also, don't you think it's unfair?

what?

"You saw me naked, now's my turn.~"

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"You're so sensitive, baby", he said between licks, curling his fingers inside your dripping cunt. "You sure you're not a virgin?"

"Mhh, stop.. I've had boys before, okay, just shut up and-"

"Those boys ever make ya cum?"

Your silence spoke volumes.

He pulled away from between your legs with a sigh, pity in his big blue eyes, "Don't worry, I'll show you how real men fuck. Fuck those boys."

Fuck those boys indeed.

Before you knew it you were on your back, legs pressed against your chest as you watched Satoru bottom out in your pussy.

"Shit- you're so tight. Baby relax, you're gonna snap my dick off if you don't."

"Can't- can't help it, you're so big, fuck.. feels good."

"Yeah? Like getting your cunt stuffed by your brother's best friend, hm?"

All you could do was whine at his words as he started moving his hips against yours. With every hit of his tip against the spongy spot inside of you your moans and mewls of his name grew in volume.

"Shh not so loud", he shushed you with his palm over your mouth, "We wouldn't want your brother finding out his little sister's being such a slut right now, yeah? Or that you were caught oogling me while showering? Hmm, want your brother to see you like this, you'd get off on that, wouldn't you? Fucking whore. He'll definitely notice if you keep being that loud."

"Noo.. don't say that please, mmhh I'm trying my best it just ah- feels so good. I'll try to be quiet it's just so hard I can't.", you whined, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes from his harsh words, as you tried to hold your legs up with shaking hands.

"I think I can help you out with that.", he whispered as he wrapped his long fingers around your neck, momentarily cutting off your airflow, which made you squeal. Eyes blown wide open.

Your panicked expression made him loosen his grip. "Shh, don't worry. I'll try to be gentle. I'll make you feel reaaal good.", with that he picked up his pace alternating between letting you breathe and choking you. He felt you gush at each squeeze of his hand. "You're so messy for me. You like being choked? You feelin' good? I'll make ya feel even better. C'mon on, all fours."

After a particularly hard squeeze he let go of your neck and pulled out of you. You sucked in a deep breath as you got up, sticking your ass out.

"Oh fuck, such a nice view. Prettiest pussy I've ever seen. And that ass, shit." He made you yelp as he spanked your ass, hard.

You were about to speak up, only to get interrupted by another mean spank, while he pushed his cock back inside your cunt. It made you arch your back impossibly more while you burried your head in the pillows below you, letting out pathetic moans.

"That's right, keep that pretty mouth shut and enjoy.", he slurred while holding your hips in place, stuffing you to the brim. He kept his relentless pace, spanking you from time to time, which only made you sob and squirm.

"You're so mean to me...", you whined into the pillows.

He felt his heart drop a bit. Oh no, did he overdo it?

His harsh thrusts turned into sensual rolls of his hips, "Shh 'm sorry baby. Cmon, I'll make it up to ya. I'll even play with your pretty little clit. See? All better now, huh?", he mused.

As he leaned forward to push his thick fingers onto your puffy clit all of your sadness faded, replaced by pure bliss. The mewls you let out made him grin.

"See, all better now hm? I'll make ya cum so hard, you'll never find someone better."

So cocky.. gaaah, but he does it so well. You'll let it slide this once.

"Ah- mmh yeah like that please~", you cried

Your words made him pick up his speed again, "Good girl. Gonna fuck you good. I got you." he slurred while kissing your back which only made your arch deeper as you squeezed him tight.

"God, you're gonna be the death of me. You're so tight and tiny down there, it's coiling around me nicely."

The way he was talking to you made you whine as you felt yourself getting close.

"'Toruu so good oh god-"

"Yeah? 'm I the best you ever had?", he questioned, cruelly slowing his fingers to get an answer out of you.

So annoying, but you indulged him. You'll say anything to cum on his cock right now.

"Yeah you're so good, the best. Only want you please, please make me cum. Need it so bad Toruuuu~"

His fingers went back to rubbing thick circles into your clit as he groaned, "Oh fuck, can't say no to you. Okay then, cum round my cock. Make a mess of me, pretty."

As soon as he uttered those words you let out a drawn out mewl, creaming around him, squeezing so tight he almost chocked on a breath

"Yeah thats a good girl, so good for me.", he praised you trough your high as your tongue lolled out and your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

Thank yous spilled out of your mouth, while he rubbed you into overstimulation. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he moved his hand from your clit to your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest

"'M gonna cum inside yeah? You're gonna take it all right?"

"YEAH PLEASE FILL ME UP SATORU!!"

"Shit", he thought to himself and with a few more thrusts he filled you up, cum already dripping down your leg.

When he pulled out, you fully expected him to just leave you there. But to your surprise he pulled you in a tight embrace, kissing the top of your head.

"You did so well. I hope I wasn't too harsh.", his voice sounded gentle and genuine.

Whoa..

"No, it's fine.. it was really hot actually. Thank you."

"Hehe", he grinned, squeezing you tight. "I know right, I'm the best."

You jabbed him in the ribs. "Don't get too cocky, you only made me cum once so far."

"Sorry, sorry can't help it if it's you." he laughed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. "Is that a challenge? Wanna see how many times I can make ya cum, no problem-"

"Y/N? Satoruuu~?", you both felt a chill run down your spines.

oh fuck.

"I hope to god you weren't just doing what I think you were~~", your brother mused.

Oh you were so dead. Both of you.

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Of course! Luzhen has to be there to see everything! He doesn't get tto go into town much at all so everything is new and different! And he is very much an Explorer like his bug brother mama. Wukong kinda has to keep him up there or he'll bounce off and they'll never find him again!

The twins are, once again, tbe bane of my existence. This time the colors were what I struggled with most. They simply did not want to color. They're mischievous, but less so than normal. Rumble don't feel too food with all the noise even through the headphones so Savage jsut wants to stick close to their sibling and they both stay close to Mom, but they still throws bao at their big brother's head. Just to be stinkers.

Yuebei is very much staying close to Mama, but she's happy to meet Dinosaur Girl. Her hanfu is intentionally big because I imagine she's going through the first of many growth spurts, so she needs the room. Yuebei is the most excited about the parade because she likes fireworks like Mama does, but keeps trying to eat things she shouldn't.

Wukong is my pride and joy in that Pic. I tried very, very hard to make him look human but not too human while also not obviously being a monkey. Maybe they think he's a cat, idk, they jsut know that ain't a human. He's super tired with all the cubs but still very much a stern and loving mom, it's the experience with all the babysitting he does for his subjects. He is the first to drop his glamour and the only one to do so on purpose, dropping it pretty much as soon as Spider Queen's hive bots try to target one of his cubs to get them away. He meets up with MK somewhere in the middle and hands the babies over before going to do the monkey king thing. MK shortly hands them over to Sandy in turn to follow after but has to flee because gross spiders and his mom getting caught. I like to think thay while the interaction goes similar to how he got caught the first time, the actual capture happened because Wukong pushed MK out of the way and ordered him to run as soon as he realized LBD was there

referencing.

Luzhen is one misadventure away from Wukong making him a leash baby. He's so much like his big brother/adoptive mom that it worries Wukong sometimes. He just glad that his mini-me doesn't care for peaches XD

Rumble & Savage are so chaotic, they cause issues outside the forth wall. They def make a point of tossing bao buns at MK's head when he isn't looking - though he might just catch it mid-air with his teeth, he's had practice around these two. They likely try to avoid too much of the parade, but they still appreciate the visuals of the fireworks.

Oh gosh Yuebei hitting a (one of many to come) growth spurt and Wukong trying his best to find her nice day clothes that she hasn't outgrown. Yuebei hides behind her mama shyly before Mei says Hi, and suddenly the baby girl is excitedly pointing at Mei.

Mei: "Aww! Is she curious about me?" Wukong, sighs knowing whats coming: "Yes. She's fascinated with your skin." Mei: "No problem - these are my scale patches. I'm a d-" Yuebei, overjoyed: "Dinosaur!" Mei: "...Yep! I'm a dinosaur!" Yuebei: (*delighted giggling and bouncing in place!*) Wukong, whispering: "Sorry, she's in a big dinosaur phase." Mei: "Oh don't worry! I was a horse girl growing up! Gotta encourage her!"

Wukong is beautiful in the art. He's so soft and strong looking. I can imagine he steals MK away to see the parade for a bit (and ask him how well his experiences in the city are going), only to get blindsided by the Spider Gang's attack. A spider-bot scares the babies and immediately it's Monkey King-mode.

MK just gets handed his little siblings when it becomes obvious that MK is terrified of the arachnid enemies. Wukong knows MK isn't ready to take these guys on and doesn't want his eldest to lock up under pressure, so he tells him to take his siblings and get out of there. The twins argue that they want to stay and fight but protective mama Wukong ain't having it. MK runs to the Noodle Gang since Sandy is almost guaranteed to have a vehicle that can get them out of there (or barring that the HQ in the bowel of his ship).

And ofc as the pressure/severity of the situation increases, MK's own glamour falls apart - leaving a panicking monkey demon in the human's place.

Tang, triumphantly: "HAH! Told you! Monkey demon!" Pigsy: (*grumbling*) MK: "Huh?" Pigsy: "We sorta had this running theory that you weren't 100% human, kid." MK: "Since when?" Pigsy: "Since before you picked up the staff. I thought you were like, a human raised by demons or something." Sandy: "I personally thought you might have been part cat demon." MK: "...did anyone think I was just human??" Red Son: "I did." MK: "GAAHH! How'd you get on the ship!?"

Just a full chaotic New Years

[breadsticksposts]

yandere scaramouche!

rapunzel references reader!! {when will my life begin}

-you woke up at 7 am the bed beside you empty, well scaramouche usually left you alone in the morning. so this is normal

-you go to the bedroom and clean yourself. after that you go to the dinning room to eat your breakfast that the maids prepare for you, many people says yyou are living your best life, but how can it be the best if you are lock in a big villa?? well yes itts pretty and anything you could ever imagine. BUT you also want your freedom!! what is fun about being lonely?? you have no one to talk too and barely anything to do! well, that is until you kinda do chores around!

-firsr scaramouche doesnt understand you, why would you want to do chores when you can just sit ot read a book?? i mean you do get too watchh TV but you can watch it if you have his permission, and how can you ask him when he is mostly not with you every time??

-so scaramouche let you do what ever you wat, yyou kinda just clean the room that you like! like the painting room,library, kitchen, sewing place,music room.

-after you eat your breakfast, you take a broom and went to the music room, because that is the pllace that really need a tidy up! you brush and bruch the floor, mop it and put the instrument in their own place!

-next you do your laundry, well you inda just seperatted the clothes and gie it to the maids to do the rest, but that must count for something right??

-after all of that you look at the time and its omly been 7:30, you do it all in 30 minute!? you decide to sweep the rooms that you like, you went to the library and clean it, but mostly you dont see anything to clean, mayybe just the floor but the books is in their place. you are kinda great full too

-the library is not that big so you usually dont gett tired up from just sweeping the floor, well..maybe just a little bit!

-you then try to pick a book to read and waste your time on, but you cant get any book that you like! most of the book that you like, its finished! gods why dont scaramouche put the kind of books that you like?? maybe you can aste your time reading new books! at the end of the day you read the same books over again.

-its 10:30 now, well that sure waste much time! i guess?? well you get bored of reading, you know all the plots already so its came to be a bit boring, but there some parts you like or still miss! after all of that you were thinking that its a great time to start paiting! you love love LOVE painting! i mean you could draw anything that you like, that is practiclly freedom fr you!

- you went to the painting room or you can say art room, that room is only ffills with your paintings in the walls and canvas! all match your aesthetics. you take your brus and start painting on the wall, you sit on a ladder and paints some details that. you miss on the previous drawings, or just add some more drawings!

-you waste your time mostly in the art room, coloring every inch. you were thinking to ask scaramouche to buy you more canvas for you to paint, well you just need the right moment, really.

-you lose to track of time until someone knock at the door. “my lady, please come ouut, its already lunch time. the lord will not be very pleased if he knows you forget or didnt eat.”

-you sigh and clean up the mess you create and came out of the room. you went to the dining room again and you have been prepared some foods, mosty its cold but you dont really care.

-you always wonder why scaramouche have a long didng table,its mostly just you and him so why there is many sits, who is. that for?? but you always think tht maybe sometimes there will be some important people joining dinner. who knows??

-after you eat the foods that you were given, you went to your room, where many things are in the tto keep you distracted! like sewings/knits,and puzzles

you do your puzzles, which is the one you been wanting and been begging for scaramouche to buy it for you. you put it up and it only took 15 minutes. boringgg!

you try to knits but you cant get how to do it! like how can people do this thing?? its so hard!!

-ell finally after many tries you kind of give up and went to the kitchen to bake!

-you try to bake some cookies but you kinda dont get the hang ofbaking yet so you mess up many times and ending up the cheff bake it for you. its so delicious, its warm and h=when you put it with cold milk its just make the. perfect combos!

-then you feels like you need a GOOD stretch from all of those activity. you went to your room and stretch, you try to hold your own feet but you cant and you just end up being tired.

-but if you were thinking, why dot i just escape from here?? you tried. really! but every inch of this villa is filled with maids and body guards, and you always feels like the is eyes on you every inch of your body. the last time you tired to escape, you kinda end up being punished by scaramouche and we do not want to think about it again!most of the time you do just end up being cought or fail and you will face his wrath later..

-you end up laying in the couch, resting. its so boring in here, how come they say i should be greatfull living like this??

-you take your book and reread it again, you miss when your life is just about friends, family, and freedom. until this happen, now you can only read a book about fantasies. there is not many amount of book about fantasies in the library, most about education, funfacts or straight up history. you always falls asleep reading tthose books! you were thinking for your birthday gifts, you could ask for books??? WHAT! no way1!! you could ask for “anything” but you ask for some books!? ugh..

-how about..the outside?? i mean its been so long that you didnt see tthe outside! youu always wondering what is it feels like again?? windy? refreshing? hot? you can only imagine it.., the closes thing you got is the garden! you can only see the skies..,every corner have a tall smooth walls that was imossible to climb on.

-okey thats enough!! just focus on the book you are reading and dont think about thos impossible things. scaramouche? letting you out?? you must be dreaming!

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“this woman..keep reading tthe same book over and over again?? ugh..there is so many book i bought for her and she keep reading those books?? what is she thinking!? i. didnt waste all that money for nothing!” scaramouche groan while looking at the cameras he set up in every corner of the rooms.

“my lord, if i read the titles of the book, i would think its an fanfiction book, or full of imaginative things.., i do recommend buying her more like those books, rather than historical books” the head maid says, giving scaramouche some advice.

“gods.. what girl want so much!-“ scaramouche complains

“my lord, this girl have been goods for a few days..i think you could give her something for her being obidient? from the reports of the workers, she been helping around the villa, and didnt do any escape attemts” the head maid told scaramouche about the past few days ago.

“i see, i will take a look. now leave.”. scaramouche order the head maidas the. take a look of you laying on the couch reading those books again.

im so sorry if there any typos! and i hope you enjoy it!

[chosos-mascara]

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Camboy (Part 2) - Giyu Tomioka

read part one here

cw: masturbation, exhibitionism, getting caught, creampie

Unable to stop yourself watching his content, you find out Giyu had used something of yours for one of his videos.

minors+ageless dni. 3.9k words

It hadn't just been a one time thing. 

You'd told yourself, you'd believed yourself when thinking you wouldn't do it again; it was just a heated moment of misjudgment, a thrill you'd found yourself partaking in. When coming down from the climax you'd given yourself that night, you slept a little restless, though found comfort in knowing you wouldn't partake in something so perverse again. He was your roommate, after all. 

But late at night, you'd toss and turn, an ache between your legs you found yourself unable to extinguish, even with all the filth you'd be able to find on the internet; nothing gave you the electrifying buzz of watching Giyu's videos, knowing he was only a room away from you. You'd become intoxicated by the way his body jerked against himself, the way his hips had swayed as he relieved himself from all pent up frustrations and anger in the world; cumming with whimpers and gasps leaving him, all while being documented and uploaded onto the site.

Closing your eyes you'd find yourself clenching around empty space, unable to help the need tto hear his groans again, watching his seed spill onto his own hands, or the flesh-light you'd become accustomed to through viewing his videos, previously unaware of its existence within your home. Your favourite videos had come to be the ones involving pillows, his thrusts into the folded cushions becoming weaker, voice strained as he spilled into the creases of the fabric. When he'd posted the video, your heart had fluttered, remembering how his duvet had been hanging up to dry in the lounge of your home, knowing that he'd had to wash his sheets due to his cum coating them. 

It had been a month since his account had been brought to your attention, and with the two new additions he'd added shortly after your discovery, you'd had to have watched each video multiple times, now able to memorize your favourite parts from each video, your thoughts throughout the day tainted with the obsession over the black haired male you'd lived with.

You'd engaged in a little more conversation with him, making an effort to wedge yourself into his life, even if small steps at first. When passing in the hall, you'd stopped pressing yourself against the wall to avoid coming into contact with him, instead edging slightly closer as to feel his arm slip over yours, or from time to time, knocking on his door and asking if he wanted to come to the store with you, or join you on a study session in the library. 

He'd decline most of the time, being a recluded male, but your heart raced on the few times he'd taken up your offer, usually to get himself a snack or two while you'd done a small grocery haul, the pair of you enjoying the comfortable silence you'd shared while walking down isles. 

You'd done well to hide the way being in his presence had made you feel; he was like a celebrity to you, but had been none-the-wiser of your own indulgences. When his blue eyes peered over you, your knees grew weak, an innate throb at your core as you'd been able to recall each sound that would tumble from his lips while in his most intimate moments. Giyu hadn't any idea that his anonymity had been breached by you, though you'd never tell a soul about it. If you had, you'd also be admitting to borderline perving on him, and give up on the thrill of knowing something he'd been so oblivious to. He'd stated in his bio that he'd gotten off to the thought of people watching him, which would always replay in your mind when watching one of his videos for the umpteenth time. 

Once eating dinner, and settling into bed, your routine hadn't quite ended yet. Grabbing the new vibrator from your nightstand (due to the amount you'd been using the old one, you'd felt it had been deserved), you brought it to parted legs, ready to finish the night before sleeping. Thankfully, Giyu had been out with a friend, so you'd had the house to yourself. 

You opened up your phone browser, searching his username into the bar and eagerly hitting 'search', pressing onto the profile. All dignity had left you at this point, and you'd fully accepted your actions each night, no longer locking and unlocking your phone in anticipation, guilt riddling you as you'd thought of actually doing it again. Instead, this was just a part of your day. It's possible your speed at discarding all morality had been alarming, choosing to chase an orgasm over actually considering if your actions were correct in a societal sense, but at this point, you were past caring. 

Clicking the videos tab, you clicked at the toy, waiting until the buffering screen had subsided to actually place it onto yourself, but once you'd skimmed over a new addition to the channel, you'd bolted upright. Were your eyes deceiving yourself? A new video, only thirty seconds long, filmed in portrait instead of his usual landscape angle, his erection in the thumbnail from his own point of view. Usually he'd had the phone propped up on something, and taken an artsier format, but this had been purely to capture a moment he didn't want to forget. The title - 

'cumming on my roommates panties' 

Mouth ajar, you sat in awe, thumb hovering over the video. You'd turned the vibrator off as you'd used both hands to steady your shaking phone in your grip, heart racing against chest. Eyes moving over the title again, and again, you'd let the idea marinate for a few seconds. Surely, it had been staged, he'd probably bought a pair of underwear from the local department store and used this as a rouse for the video; a risque title earning a few extra views.

Clicking, you waited for the image to load in. The short interval between tapping the video and it coming onto the screen had felt like a minute, but had probably been only a second or two. It began, and you searched over his torso, eyes resting on the erection he'd been stroking, his hand moving slightly to hold pink cotton over the end of his cock, hips jerking forward as he came into them. 

You were in locked position, watching events that had already occurred, playing aloud the breathless gasps commentating his orgasm, before bringing them away from himself to show to his phone camera; evidence to his claim on your clothing before ending the video. 

You weren't sure how to react to the content you'd just set your eyes upon. It was highly unlikely he'd guessed you were watching his videos, which left the conclusion that Giyu had felt some sort of desire toward you - desire that you'd reciprocated. Collecting your thoughts, you'd been left to wonder on the whereabouts of said garment. You swallowed, standing and pulling up your pyjama bottoms, deciding that today, your orgasm would be due to a physical part of Giyu - not just a video recording. He was out, and you'd had a good guess that he'd have held onto the underwear, knowing that if he'd have washed them, there was a chance you'd have seen, and questioned why they'd been in the machine at the same time as his own clothing. 

Maybe it had been more wishful thinking than anything, wanting him o have held onto the soaked piece of fabric as it would prove to you he'd had a little more interest in you than one, fleeting moment. Rather, an attraction to you. 

Thus, your mission began. You rushed to his bedroom, ready to complete your desire as quickly as possible, before the boy would return home. He'd already been gone an hour, so you'd presumed you'd had another hour at minimum to find your high, and return the panties to their resting place before he'd arrived back at the apartment. 

You glanced over the furnishings, only familiar with the layout due to his videos - you'd only step foot within the confines of his room twice, once being to return his laptop, and the other during the short tour he'd given you when moving in. 

His room was kept neat, bed made, dust free shelves above decorated in small plants, an arrangement of nick-nacks between, a desk on the opposite wall housing books and papers, a few camera lenses and his laptop. You exhaled a shaky laugh as your fingers traced over the closed computer, knowing that the very device had began whatever the fuck you'd call this. 

Walking toward the bed, you'd decided to start there, kneeling at the carpet to bend onto all fours, glancing over the boxes he'd shoved beneath, though upon inspection, they'd been filled only with university materials, thus unhelpful. 

Next had been his wardrobe, a slim black piece that held his daily essentials, the few jumpers he'd rotated through the week, pairs of trousers to accompany them, a shelf for toiletries and drawers beneath to accommodate his own underwear. A twang of hope sprung through you as you'd searched carefully through his boxers, wondering if he'd have thrown in yours too, but the storage device had been nothing more than a red-herring. You placed any disruptions to the garments back to how they'd been before, not wishing to leave evidence of your investigation. 

The desk was the same story, only filled with stationary used for his studies. Sighing, you'd felt defeated, turning on heel to leave, before your eyes set over the bedside table that had yet to be searched. This had been the most probable answer, as you'd kept anything relating to self indulgence within your own, a final piece to the puzzle you'd haphazardly thrown together. 

You sat on his mattress, nausea coating you as your hand reached to the knob of the top drawer, pulling it open. The familiar feeling of your arousal had pooled at your pussy, unable to breathe as your eyes ogled the contents. 

Crumpled within the front drawer, between tissues, condoms, and lube, had been the pink cotton you'd been searching so hard to find. Lacing your fingers around the garment, you picked it up eagerly. They'd still been stained in the dried residue of Giyu's climax, as you'd been hoping. 

Pressing the cotton flush to your cheek, you'd been unable to contain your excitement as you tumbled back to lay on his bed. Heat flushed through you as you felt yourself pining over the male you'd cohabited with, a deep inhale through your nose bringing you to realise that the duvet that had laid beneath you had smelled like him. He'd slept under these covers each night, crisp sheets now crumpled under your weight, his scent radiating from them to meet with your nose. You couldn't help yourself - laying on the covers that you'd watched him spill onto, cum soaked cloth clutched between your fingers, you'd have to relieve the tension building in your stomach, now. 

You grasped at your chest as he had his own in his videos, sliding your palm under the top you'd been wearing to feel skin. Shudders ran through your lungs to press out trembling whimpers, slipping down yourself and resting fingertips at the waistband of your pyjamas, slowly tracing down to soothe the ache between your legs. When your hand reached the desired place, you'd felt just how sodden you'd been. 

There was a chance this was the wettest you'd ever felt yourself, easily able to slip not two, but three fingers into your cunt with ease, rolling up against your own hand as you gripped the fabric in the other, pressing it deeper into your cheek. Your back arched, head tilting to fall onto it's side, the scent of the male you'd shared a space with lingering in your nose. Eyes closed, you pictured his cock in place of your squelching fingers, a cry of pleasure, his name under the breaths you haphazardly took.

Perhaps the fact you'd been a mess of moans had been the reason you hadn't heard the front door open. It was possible it had just been due to the quiet nature of Giyu, but you were completely unbeknownst to the sudden presence in your home - his figure nearing close to the edge of his bedroom door as you'd been knuckle deep inside yourself, writhing up on his bed.

Giyu noticed his bedroom door had been wide open, not how he'd left it before leaving, and he felt his eyes widen as he'd grown closer, remembering what he'd hidden within the drawer of his nightstand. His pace had slowed, creeping to lean into the doorway. His eyes scanned the room, and the fear he'd felt building in his chest quickly turned into shock, seeing his roommate a heap on his own bed, hands moving beneath the cotton of her trousers. 

Eyes squeezed shut as to compliment the screwed up face you'd been pulling at your pleasure, had gripped your underwear in hand, he fixated on you. Giyu's fear had been replaced with confusion: how had you managed to come across the cumrag he'd used last night, and how upon finding it, were you not completely mortified? Instead, pleasing yourself, so deep within your own mind you'd not even noticed the shift in the room, the fact you'd had company. 

Giyu felt the blood rush to his dick as he watched you squirm under your own touch, bringing a palm to clutch at the growing member in his trousers. He was adamant on remaining at the doorway, and simply watching you, until he'd heard his name tumble from your lips. 

He couldn't help it. 

"What're you doing?" Giyu's voice filled the air that had previously held the sounds omitting from your self pleasure - he'd meant to ask the question a little more seductively but it had ended up coming out as if he hadn't been completely amazed by the show you'd unknowingly put on for him. 

You opened your eyes, hurriedly removing your hand from yourself, gasping loudly. Your jaw moved as you racked your brain for an excuse, anything to help sell a story, but as seconds passed, you'd realised there was no way out of this. You'd allowed your arousal to get the better of you. 

If you'd have been thinking straight, you'd have felt less embarrassed - it was Giyu who'd not only taken your underwear, but came on them while filming himself doing so. But in the moment, you'd felt a twang of shame, unable to move as you fought your inner thoughts to give him some sort of response. 

During your battle within your mind, Giyu had walked closer to you, towering above your sweating body that had been almost rocking from anxiety - eyes sporadically searching around the room, parted lips allowing panicked breaths to escape. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin to bring your gaze to his. 

All worry you'd had washed away when your eyes locked with his. His blue orbs radiated one thing - lust. 

"How'd you find them?" He asked, but as you fought against his grip to shamelessly look anywhere but his face, you watched realisation hit him. His eyes widened in horror, mouth agape, as you spoke one word: "GTom."

He let go, stepping back to think of how you'd possibly found his account. He'd posted the video in question less than 24 hours ago, which would have made it was likely you'd gone on to his account multiple times after finding out about the acts he'd posted online. His brows furrowed in thought as he searched for any explanation, finally remembering the fact you'd worked on his laptop around a month ago. 

How often had you checked his account? Maybe it had just been a coincidence, maybe you'd just searched his name and it'd happened to be shortly after he'd posted the video - one he'd been debating deleting for the past few hours, as it'd felt like he'd crossed a boundary. 

"How often?" That was all that he managed to choke out, still filled with surprise from the newfound revelation he'd uncovered.  "Do you really wanna know?" You'd asked, hoping that there was a possibility he'd just drop the question and move on. But, fate hadn't been on your side as he'd nodded, lips pressing into a line as he awaited your end of the conversation.  "Uh," You swallowed. "Every day." Bringing your hand to your neck, you let out a sigh, bowing your head and closing your eyes. Accepting that you'd probably be kicked out anyway, you decided to come clean.  "When I first saw it, I couldn't get it out of my brain - it was like an intrusive thought that I needed to act on. But, then I couldn't stop, and I had to watch them every evening, nothing else was even close to your videos." 

Hearing you admit to your self indulgences should've disturbed the male, but when he'd stroked himself, watching his movements in the phone screen as he'd recorded each session, he'd dreamed of women, like you, getting off to him. The thought of you unable to contain yourself over videos of him had him bricked up in seconds, almost salivating at the thought of you reaching orgasm over him each day for the past month. He was an exhibitionist, a shy one, but he was infatuated with the idea of being watched - the fact he had been within the safety of his own home had been intensely amorous. 

You were getting ready to stand, but hadn't managed to, instead finding yourself pushed back down to the mattress. Giyu had his hands interlaced with the hem of your trousers, pulling them down with ease due to the elasticated waistband. You were exposed within a millisecond, folds glistening with the slick arousal you'd been coated in, as you'd realised your panties had still been in a ball in your fist. You gripped onto them tighter as Giyu brought your hips to the edge of his bed, unleashing his erection and stepping out from the slacks he'd been wearing. He held onto your thigh with one hand, fingers reaching to run down your slit, pushing two into you quickly. 

The feeling of fullness caused you to squirm; his fingers were much thicker than your own. You fought the urge to fall limp, pressing yourself up to lay on your forearms, immediately setting your eyes on his hard dick. 

You'd never thought you'd be able to see it in person, learning the ins and outs of how he'd looked through videos, completely unprepared to have him between your legs. Air hit you as he removed his fingers, reaching over to grab something from the drawer you'd just retrieved your underwear from. He pulled out a gold packet, bringing it to his teeth to rip open.  "No," You whined, scrunching your face up. "Wan' feel your cum." You'd complained, causing a laugh to leave his mouth, your heart skipping a beat at the smirk you'd never seen before.  "Are you on birth control?" He questioned, eyebrow raising. You nodded, biting a lip and spreading a little wider, as if to entice him into you. 

It seemed to work as he tossed the packet, lining up his thick girth to your soaked hole, pushing in. 

You wailed, back hitting the padded cushioning beneath you once more and arms coming to your sides, gripping the blanket. He was big, but you'd known that already. You had faith you could accommodate his size, though the way you'd clenched around him had felt like you were being filled to the brim, the idea being enough to let a hum escape your lips. 

You managed to let go of the duvet, bringing a finger to rub circles over your clit as Giyu worked in and out of you. You watched as his stomach had sucked in just before he'd moaned, head tilting back, but eyes renaming on his cock disappearing into you. His movements were just like in his videos, only now you hadn't had to imagine yourself as his hand, instead able to accommodate him in real life. You were the reason he was hard, and edging closer to coming undone. 

You rubbed faster as he'd found his rhythm, mouth ajar while quiet groans graced your ears.  "You look so good-" Your words had been cut short by a squeal overcoming your ability to talk, a bout of pleasure coursing over you. Giyu moaned in response, a loud whine similar to that in his solo sessions, cock twitching in your walls, rolling into you once more. Your words of encouragement were far from lost on him, for Giyu had enjoyed appraisal more than most.  "M-more." He thrusted deeper, rougher with you as he felt himself spasm, barely able to focus on your body on his bed, only able to feel your tight cunt milk him. 

"I love your videos~" You hummed as he pummeled into you, slapping echoing from impact of his balls hitting against your ass. Squirming in his grip, you felt your own high coming closer, rubbing faster over your clit. "Your cock is so perfect - ah!" Your head rolled back, eyes closing as you'd began to talk through your teeth. He gripped your spread thighs harder, a clear indication of how close he'd been. "It fills me up so good, G'yu!" His name had been another moan for you, a scream pelting from your throat, your hips pushing upward to have the backside leaving the bed. 

For a second, your hearing went. There had no longer been the sound of his body on yours, his guttural moans as he chased his orgasm, only a ringing in your ears. Your body twitched, creaming over his cock while you'd screeched so loud the neighbors would most likely be putting in a noise complaint before the end of the day. It was only upon regaining your senses a few moments later that you'd felt a new sensation - that of liquid, coating your groin, and Giyu's stomach. 

"Fuck!" You'd stuttered, but the male pounding into your pussy couldn't have cared less about your shock, tipping over the edge and allowing his own orgasm to occur. He too had felt as if his body had ascended further than earth itself as he pummeled his seed deep into your walls. If not for his eyelids squeezed tightly shut, you'd have been able to watch as his eyes crossed through his peak. The man's sounds were that of music to you, and only when he'd let out the last few sloppy thrusts and pulled himself from the grip you'd had around him, did you take a moment to breathe again. 

"Did I squirt?" You panted, in shock at his sodden core, a clear liquid reflecting over the definition he'd had over his stomach. He nodded, taking a towel from his wardrobe to wipe over himself.  "Haven't you done that before?" Giyu asked as he handed the towel over to you, torso now dry. You shook your head in bewilderment, as he'd let another chuckle leave his mouth.  "I'll have to help you do that again, then." His promise wasn't lost on you, for you'd no doubt be coming back into his room the next night to chase your release once more. 

[enderwoah]

DOUBLE LIFE/HOMESTUCK HANDLES & TYPING QUIRKS

ello ello ello! happy belated homestuck 4/13 AND hermitcraft birthday! it's been a very long time since i have touched this au, but it occasionally starts rotating around in my brain so i decided, "hey! it's not like the homestuck presence in this fandom can get any more dead! why don't i make some headway on that?"

this will be a comprehensive list of all fourteen double life members' chumhandles and typing quirks (where applicable; otherwise, i might just put down their general typing style). it'll go in rainbow order for the trolls, but there are only seven of them so some may be skipped! c'est la vie.

for people that don't know homestuck, a chumhandle is essentially an internet username used on the messaging system "pesterchum" (or, for the trolls, the messaging system "trollian"), consisting of two words that are usually unnecessarily rare and big. a typing quirk is something trolls all have to differentiate themselves from one another, both for expression purposes and also because they all have to use their blood colour as their online colour and it could get confusing. hope that helps, let's go!

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TROLLS

grian (rust):

sign: true aires, sign of the excavator

no noticable typing quirk, but does use an overabundance of bird puns whenever he gets the chance. not because he thinks they're funny, but because they get on other people's nerves and gets their feathers in a twist.

procrastinatingBellbird [PB]

procrastinating: to delay or postpone action; put off doing something. is this not grian's entire existence? have you watched his hermitcraft videos? can the man go half an hour without getting distracted by something and putting what he should be working on off for later? like..oh, i don't know. the back of his base?

bellbird: the loudest bird in the world! you little attention-seeker, you.

ren (bronze):

sign: taurga, sign of the guardian

unnecessarily and often incorrectly uses the olde version of words, adds a lot of 'e's and 'th's and 'st's where therest shouldn'th be for ye olde effecte. is a hemoanon (someone that does not reveal their blood colour by typing in gray).

cynoidCacology [CC]

cynoid: dog-like; canine. speaks for itself.

cacology: bad choice of words or poor pronunciation. this is partially a jab at his 'incorrectly uses old words' bit and partially a slight reference to his constant innuendos being played off as simply a bad choice of words. someone probably lied to him and told him that this word meant royalty and was really old and cool.

tango (gold):

sign: gemiborn, sign of the uproarious

the first actual typing quirk, tango types in ALL CAPS, EXCEPtt FOR HIS tt'S ttO MAttCH THE PAttttERN OF HIS HORNS!

reinedAzidoazide [RA]

rein[ed]: keep under control; restrain. it'll make more sense with the second part.

azidoazide [azide]: the most explosive chemical compound ever created. so together, his entire chumhandle is just a big sign that yells 'i have thinly-controlled anger issues!,' lmao.

bdubs (olive):

sign: lenius, sign of the restless

SPEAKS IN ALL CAPS. TYPES VERY SPORADICALLY. CUTS OFF HIS. SENTENCES. CHANGES HIS 'I'S TO '1'S AND HIS 'S'S TO '2'S WHEN THEY'RE NEXT TO EACH OTHER. LIKE IN W12H. AND F12H. (to make a 12! like on a clock.)

nyctophobicBryophyte [NB]

nyctophob[ia]: extreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness. he definitely has it! lol!

byrophyte: the informal group name for mosses, liverworts and hornworts. oh yeah, baby. moss time, baby. eats moss, prolly. and has a cool cloak!

scott (cerulean):

sign: scorza, sign of the strategist

he's both too cool for an elaborate typing quirk and too lazy to go out of his way to type in perfect capitalisation like he wants to. Middle ground, he capitalises all his 'M's and he types as forMally as possible without having to try. uses eMoticons as punctuation lot (:K and keysMashes rather often. (his sign, scorza, looks like a weird M, so he just ran with it. if the people he's talking to can't deduce that it's him, that's their problem, not his. his horns look like antlers and he felt like a K was the only letter that really encompassed the antlers vibe (((:K)

kenodoxicHart [KH]

kenodox[y]: an obsolete, rare word meaning the love, study, or desire of vain-glory. only someone truly vainglorious would flaunt their vainglory. and you know what? good for him.

hart: a male deer; a stag. sure, he could have just gone with stag, but 'hart' sounds like 'heart,' so it's just unequivocally better in every way. his lusus is a horrible combination of a hart and a spider.

cleo (purple):

sign: capripia, sign of the brusque

she really doesn't have a patterned quirk like some others might...she simply prefersssss to elongate her 's'es whenever it feelsssss...sssatisfying. never uses caps. alwaysss usesss precisssse punctuation. makes use of ellipsesss to enunsssiate her pointsss. will often change the 'c's to 's'es in sssertain wordsss because typing out a bunch of 'c's doesn't have the ssame effect. (her horns are painted to look like snakes, and thus!)

vafrousPhantomime [VP]

vafrous: cunning; sly. sounds about right, yeah.

phantomime is not an actual word! it is a combination of phantom (a ghost) and pantomime (a dramatic entertainment, originating in Roman mime, in which performers express meaning through gestures accompanied by music OR a theatrical entertainment, mainly for children, that involves music, topical jokes, and slapstick comedy and is based on a fairy tale or nursery story.) to explain this would be to explain a lot of cleo's backstory, which is not what this post is for; the simplest way to explain the phantom bit is "blame joe hills." the pantomime bit is just a very mild reference to The homestuck song, and also...she's a clown. not, like, super seriously, but she is a clown.

etho (fuchsia):

sign: pius, sign of the free

/? you won't catch him dead making fish puns. that's all he wrote. /? (they're like little fishing poles :D y'all really think etho is out here with the patience to constantly change the way he types? absolutely not.)

xericQuerist [XQ]

xeric: containing little moisture; very dry. again, this is not the place to delve deep into backstory shenanigans, but it's safe to say that despite being a fuchsiablood, etho does not feel very free underwater. also, he's a dry texter <3 good for him

querist: inquirer; someone who asks questions. he's questioning the SYSTEM and the PLANET he'll have to take over when he gets over and the CHANGES to the FLAWED HIERARCHY it holds so dear <- deranged. half of the reason he picked his name when he was like 12 was that having two super rare letters as his handle looked sicknasty.

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HUMANS

(note to all my non-homestucks: humans have no use or care for the funny signs i've been putting for all of the trolls, but i'm going to put them here in case anyone wants to see what they Would be :)

scar (orange):

sign: aquasci, sign of the charitable (snrk)

all lowercase, little punctuation aside from EMPHASIS!!! sometimes the emphasis comes in the form of an *appropriate* amount of asterisks.

affluentAllay [AA] / affluentVex [AV]

affluent: having a great deal of money; wealthy. how else can you put it? the man is loaded!

allay: diminish or put at rest (fear, suspicion, or worry). an in-universe reference to actual minecraft allays.

vex: make (someone) feel annoyed, frustrated, or worried; cause distress to. affluentVex was his original handle before allays came out and he shelved this to being an evil alter ego that frequently appears. as this is homestuck and i do need to clarify, this evil alter ego is not real.

bigb (dark blue):

sign: sagittanius, sign of the nascent (wait i love that actually that's so good)

Average mobile user, doesn't turn off autocorrect, all of his sentences start off capital and everything looks fine until you notice the lack of punctuation or commas or anything the phone wouldn't be able to automatically pick up on

nitidNyctomania [NN]

nitid: bright with a steady but subdued shining. it's typically used to describe the moon.

nyctomania: the condition of being very happy and comfortable in the dark. half of the group was convinced that bigb was a troll because it always seems to be night whenever he talks to his friends. he literally just lives in a place where the sun doesn't rise. and you know what? he's happy.

impulse (yellow):

sign: gemcer, sign of the intimate (0_0)

uses lowercase letters, but proper punctuation! uses fullstops at the ends of statements, proper commas, question marks, and exclamation points! maybe even two for the extra emphasis!! often uses FULL CAPS to denote shouting (not that he does it often)!

sanguineVenule [SV]

sanguine: optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation OR blood-red. he's just an optimistic and happy guy! also a blood player!

venule: a very small vein, especially one collecting blood from the capillaries. he's trained in first aid for some reason? also a blood player!

pearl (gray):

sign: licen, sign of the worshipper ((santa pearla voice) more like sign of the worshipped amirite)

nothing tooooo special, she types like a normal person and elongates certain words for the emphasis!

pearlescentMoon [PM]

pearlescent: having a luster resembling that of mother-of-pearl.

for the record, she has been adequately clowned on for having what is basically her full name as her online handle, but she simply couldn't be bothered to put in all the effort of finding those stupid big words. maybe there was a point in her life when she was, like, eleven, where her handle was iridescentLuna [IL] or something, but those times are far, far behind her now.

martyn (lime):

sign: cano, sign of the translucent (wth is that even meant to mean)

types like its a conversation or real dialogue, so expect either very long messages or for him to send about seven messages just to form one complete thought. when speaking to ren, he will mirror the old-speak as well as possible (unless its a serious moment).

hearkeningCavalier [HC]

hearkening: listening. i think we can all guess.

cavalier: a knight. i also think we can all guess. also, it's a breed of dog! cheeky reference to his king, that is.

joel (forest green):

sign: leiborn, sign of the paradox (oh i love this)

when normal, he types like a normal person. makes more typos than your average man, but thats alright whereas WHEN HE GETS HYPE ABOUT SOMETHING HES PRFONE TO LONG BOUTS OF TPYING IN CAPS AND HE TYPES FAST AN FRURTYOUIS SO TEHTEERE AE TYPOS ABOUnD

dionysianFleer [DF]

dionysian: relating to the sensual, spontaneous, and emotional aspects of human nature. joel just gives vibes, really. i think he heard that dionysus was the god of madness and thought it was cool because he really does go crazy at the block game AYEEE

fleer: an impudent or jeering look or speech. he's a prick. moving on,

jimmy (light blue):

sign: taurmino, sign of the lonely (my man...)

uses caps for shouting *very* often because he is a shouty boy, and uses asterisks for emphasis. is very prone to using an overabundance of question marks because...funny?

juxtaPredestination [JP]

juxta-: a prefix meaning near; alongside.

predestination: the divine foreordaining or foreknowledge of all that will happen. jimmy is basically the resident jade harley. not in the sense that he knows what's actually going on, more in the sense of him getting thrown into Situations and then he goes "oh, i saw this in a dream once!" and then gets clorted by whatever it was that he saw. but he believes in fate and luck very heavily and sort of thinks of it as an endearing rival.

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CONCLUSION:

so yeah, those are all the handles! i will do the extras (mumbo, lizzie, and skizz) eventually and put it in the post, so stay tuned for that (ill reblog this when its done <3)! hope you enjoyed the result of my days-long bout of insanity! reblogs appreciated, have a nice day/night!! <3

[seonne]

Bakugou joining Indian!reader for a festival.

Disclaimer: Reader is South Indian. Reader is afab and goes by she/her pronouns. If you have any requests, I'm open to them and let me know what you thought of this! This is my first time writing so please be gentle with me T-T

You moved to Japan alone after high school to continue your studies. You met Bakugou at your part-time job and he acknowledged your strength and quirk and offered for you to work as his sidekick part-time. Your relationship grew from there and now you two are married. Obviously there was a lot of controversy from back home about your marriage but in the end it was all settled and you two are now happily married and live in his condo in Musutafu. He's currently Number 2 hero and you guys are around 25 years old.

One day after patrol, Bakugou comes back home quite tired. It wasn't a hard day per se, but he was still quite exhausted from patrolling and doing paperwork all day. He opens the door and walks in and calls out to you, "I'm home, love". As he removes his shoes by the door, he hears your footsteps rushing up to him and he smiles softly.

"Welcome home, Katsuki!" You smile and rush up to him to hug him. He hugs you back and the smell of spices fill his nostrils as you hug him.

"Come in! I have a special something cooking in the kitchen!" You beckon him in and lead him to the kitchen. As soon as you guys enter the kitchen, the smell of spices and chicken snacks him in the face.

"I called my mom and asked for her recipe for Biriyani today! My mom's Chicken Biriyani! I can't wait for you to try it" You smile excitedly at him.

He laughs at your antics and ruffles your hair, happy at your excitedness. You make all his worries and tiredness wash away so quickly with your smile.

"Can't wait to try it babe, but I'm pretty sure it won't be up to par to my cooking" he says smugly to which you retaliate with a smack on his arm. He laughs as he pulls you into a hug and kisses your head. "I'm sure it will taste amazing"

You smile and hum as you smush your face into his chest. You push him away and demand he take a bath as you finish up the meal. He rolls his eyes and ruffles your hair again and walks to bathroom, laughing when he hears you whine about your hair.

After his bath he joins you at the table, where you have the food all ready to eat. He notices a spoon and fork next to his plate and a lack of utensils next to yours. He looks at you with a questioning look.

"What? You expect me to eat biriyani with a spoon? Nuhuh I'm not disrespecting my ancestors like that"

He rolls his eyes and sits down.

"Well then why do you have a spoon and a fork out for me? Shouldn't I eat with my hand as well?" He looks at you quizzically.

It's your turn to roll your eyes.

"I won't force you to eat with your hand when you're not used to it even if the food is traditionally supposed to be eaten by hand. Just eat however you want."

You both smile at each other and you look at him expectantly as he takes the first bite of the biriyani.

His face is stoic for the first few seconds and then his face lights up at the taste he's feeling. He looks at you with wide eyes and then back at his plate. Your face brightens as you know what the magic of Biriyani can be and smile smugly to yourself.

"That...is the best bite of food I've ever tasted"

You laugh as you watch him eat hungrily, only stopping to gulp down water in between. You start eating too, and moan at the taste melting on your tongue as you feel suddenly so at home.

You both laugh and talk all the while you guys eat, him occasionally spewing praises at the flavours of the dish. After you're done eating, he helps you clean up and as you guys finish up, your phone rings. It's your mum. You pick up the phone.

"Ah Amma? Ahh njangal kazhichu. Ahh avanu ishtappettu! Ah amme, amma paranja pole thanneya undakkiye. Aa sheri sheri njaan vekka tto. Sheri sheri."

Bakugou looks at you perplexed but patiently as he watches your conversation. "Soo?"

You smile. "It was my mom. She was asking how the food was and if you liked it or not. She also asked me to send a picture of it." You laugh.

Bakugou smiles softly and nods. After the cleaning up, you both sit with each other on the couch and talk about your day.

"Oh! Katsuki, before I forget I need to tell you something"

He looks at you and waits for you to keep talking.

"My parents have asked me to return home to celebrate Vishu with them this year."

His face drops slightly but he nods. It's understandable. Your family wants you home for the festival. And you always talked very excitedly about the festivals back home, so he would never stop you from going.

"...And they've specifically asked me to bring you with me, if you're free."

His eyes shot up to yours as he stared at you.

"...Really? They want me there?"

You smiled at him. "Of course they want you there, you're their son-in-law! Why wouldn't they want you there?"

His heart swells with emotion as he thinks of spending your festival with you. At your home. With your family.

"Soo would you be available to come with me?-"

"Yes!" He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at his enthusiasm. "I mean..sure... I could adjust my schedule to make some time.."

You beam at him and pounce on him to capture him in a tight hug.

"Thank you Katsuki! You're the best! I'll make sure you have a great time!"

He hugs you back and smiles softly. He sighs dramatically.

"You and your family are gonna get me killed one day, woman."

You laugh and blow a kiss at him.

"I need to go call my mum and tell her to buy you a set of shirt and dhoti!"

And that is all! This is probably going to come in parts, so lemme know if you guys are interested in this becoming a series! And once again, I'm open to requests, so request away!

[strawglicks]

Sorry for the ramble in your inbox incoming- I'm a really huge fan of your analysis type posts like the ones about Cathal and recently Flint ;A; So I hope its ok to maybe throw in my own 2 cents about Cogs/their society- (Sorry this gets rambly I thought about this last night and writing this like an hour after waking up lol)

I think what alot of people kind of (I wouldnt say ignore- more of:) don't really get is that I dont believe characters like Cathal or Flint have bad tendencies because they really want to in a way, (I kind of worded that poorly but point is) but because their society rewards and encourages that type of behavior. I think you said something kind of similar on Cathals post- But especially for Flint, whose a Bossbot (Who are literally the embodiment of a toxic workplace and elitism. I believe a old snippet from the TTO magazines says "They have no real skills of their own, just the ability to push down others and stay on top!" Or something to that nature.) he has to be demanding and imposing. There is no benefit to him in being kind. (Like looking at Misty for example) And don't get me wrong I don't believe that if Flint and Cathal were removed from Cog society they'd be better/objectively nicer (Like Flint not being condescending to Toons and Cathal not making people do things for him and being encouraged to try) But I do wonder how much of it is pressure, or how much of it is egged on and rewarded. Atleast in the aspects it relates to how they treat others.

(..And also I wonder what happens to Cogs that don't get jobs and are seen as ..not functioning. Since Graham was freaking the hell out in "Meeting Of Two Minds" over the possibility of not getting the job. I have a whole thing about this actually in my oc lore but thats another thing entirely I'll write about someday I swear)

Also I gasped when I saw the doodle of Graham in the MSI shirt finally a MSI listener Graham truther. I think he'd like the album "How I Learned To" and of course "You'll Rebel To Anything". I associate him mainly with the songs "Lights Out", "On It", and "You're No Fun Anymore" :p (This has been my favorite band since I was like 13 and now I get to spill all my opinions xD) I always imagined him doing the guitar backbend their bassist does! And my final hc is that Flint plays bass and Graham plays the main guitar. I think it fits them .. some people overlook bass when its actually pretty hard to learn from what I hear and vital to the song. (Like heres Feel Good Inc w/o the bass.. feels wrong x_x)

Anyways thanks for reading ;A; take care and happy new year!

RAHHHH EATING THIS UP YUM YUM YUM YES YES YOU GET IT

THe biggest issue with Cogs Inc is that it REWARDS and ENCOURAGES these poor behaviors, worsening these characters as people. ESPECIALLY cathal considering the position of power they’re in. I’m sure it applies to a ton of other cogs too, but unfortunately I haven’t gotten to them yet bc I’m not as insane abt them . LMAO

And yeah since cogs are literally built for work, it’s a wonder what happens to those who can’t find a job as easily as others. Hoping that gets built on since it’s clear in MOTM that these cogs have to actually apply and go to interviews and probably face some trial and error to land a job, just like people IRL.

ALSO. THE BAND HCS. I love it and you’re SOOOO RIGHT about the backbend that is so grahamcore. And yes I’m pretty sure Flint does play bass, I think his creator mailman said smth abt that on their blog . AND IM SO GLAD YOU BROUGHT UP FEEL GOOD INC bc i did draw flint in a demon days shirt in that same animatic . And ive def drawn them in the same shirt a couple times in the past too . I’ve always imagined him to be a Gorillaz fan, maybe graham too

Anyway ty for these thoughts im eating them up and leaving no crumbs . I love when ppl come to ramble in my inbox bc discussing this stuff IS SO FUN and a good outlet for me esp when i might be having art burnout rn .

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Hi hiiii uhmmm, as for your requests post, would it be possible, for you to do one with Ti/gh/nari and his sensitivity to spices?

Like he’s either, experimenting or cooking up some concoction for research/medical purposes and uses just a biiit to much of a certain spice. His olfactory system then cannot possibly handle the scent(s) anymore and..

He tries to hold back at first, then just, explodes •\\\• I’m always so nervous/flustered about sending asks ヽ(´//ー//`)ノ

Hii!! i would love too ^^ tysm for the req!

reqs r still open :] feel free to send me one anytime, i have a lot of freetime this week for once

Spice overload (Gen/shin Im/pact, Tigh/nari)

words- 585

I'm still very new with fics, so please have pity on me, and feedback is always appreciated!!

“There, that should do it.” Tighnari mutters to nobody in particular, stepping back from his work table. He lowers the cloth mask that had sat over the lower half of his face carefully, placing it down next to the bottles, then stretches, joints popping from hours of being carefully hunched over. He’d spent the better part of the day working on different trial medicines, each one a different combination of spices. His ear gives a small twitch as he examines one in particular closer, covering his nose with a gloved hand- even just a small whiff of the concoctions would result in a sneezing fit, and he didn’t want to disturb anybody passing by. He sniffles, leaning over to the window to check the time, with the shock that it’s already well into the night. Guess i’ll eat, then go to bed. 

The fox starts to rummage around, frown deepening as nothing in particular sticks out. And then, a loud crash. Tighnari jumps, whipping around to the source. As he moves,  so does his tail, and he has no time to notice as the jar of carefully prepared ingredients spills across the table, fluttering out into the air. 

He yelps out a curse, desperately scouping up what he can, already feeling it start to tickle his delicate nose. He scrunches it, desperate not to sneeze now when collei is asleep in the other room, feeling his lungs fill with air desperately despite it all, turning away from the table and cupping his face in his hands forgetting the coating of spices all over them that only makes it worse. The tickle’s unbearable now, and he pitches forward with a sneeze that's too much for him to hold in. 

It has little effect. The herbs are vibrating around in his nostrils anymore, and as he sniffles it only gets worse. He puts one hand onto the table to steady him, gearing up for another, gasping for air- and then it never comes. Tighnari almost whines, the feelings all too much. But it comes back with a vengeance. He almost chokes on the feeling, coughing harshly into his elbow, the tickle in his throat only making it worse. He doesn’t move as he gives a few uneven gasps, rubbing his nose on his arm- which finally does the trick. 

“hIH-scCHI’ew! hAh-” He stumbles foreward with the force of the sneeze, gripping the table for support. “hH..hHh-ngxXt!” tighnari gives a breathy sigh, but he knows its far from over. The itch is still there, irritating the very back of his sinuses. He gives a wet sniffle, roughly pawing at his nose with his wrist, and turns to the source of the irritation. The spices are spread out on the table, two of the containers knocked over. His mask is equally covered, so it’s useless now, and he can’t help but sigh as he resumes cleanup. 

Tighnari starts to scoop up what he can, sniffling as he goes, trying his best tto ignore the worsening tickle. As he picks up the mask, it climaxes, and his nose twitches as he gasps, instinctively covering his face with whatever’s in his hands.  “t’schh! f-fuhH! hAh-tsCHH’ ndgxt-schieww!” The tickle is so bad that he can do nothing but gasp again- ‘“hiiih.. hI’SChh! aCHh-uuh.. hI-sCHIiew!” he gives another shaky gasp that leads to nothing and sits, exhausted. He stares at the mess again, eyes watering, mentally preparing himself to continue this cycle until it’s cleaned. He’s probably awoken Collei, at this point.

[alternia-public-freakout]

INDIGO QUAD MELTtDOWN LMAO OKAY TtHISS ISS SSO FUN. I (7.5, OLIVE, ANY PRNS) EXPERIENCE SSO MUCH SSHITt JUSSTt BY PROXY OF TtHE TtROLLSS I INTtERACTt WITtH. ONE OF TtHESSE TtROLLSS ISS AN INDIGO (8.SOMETtHING, M) WHO ISS... A LOTt. HESS NOTt SSOMEONE I ACTtUALLY **LIKE** BEING AROUND VERY MUCH BUTt WE EXISSTt NEAR EACH OTtHER. HESS GOTt TtHISS PAN-ROTtTtINGLY SSTtUPID ONE SSIDED BLACK TtHING FOR SSOME OTtHER GUY I KNOW (PURPLE, 8, M). AND IM SSURE YOURE LIKE 'WOAH!! HEY NONNIE! HOW TtHE HOOFBEASSTt FEED DO YOU KNOW SSO MANY HIGHBLOODSS???' TtHE ANSSWER TtO TtHAT ISS I HAVE NO IDEA. NONE. ANNNYHOW. INDIGO 'GUHCKK' (FAKE NAME) AND PURPLE 'POPPETt' (ALSSO FAKE) END UP GOING OUTt TtO EAT ONE NIGHTt. AND IM TtHERE BECAUSSE POPPETt ASSKED SSINCE HE WANTtS NOTtHING TtO DO WITtH GUHCKK ONE-ON-ONE. ITt ISS SSO FINE AND NORMAL ATt FIRSSTt. A CASSUAL NORMAL TtHING WITtH TtHREE TtROLLSS WHO TtOLLERATtE EACH OTtHER. I CANTt SSTtRESSSS HOW AVERAGE TtHINGSS WERE. OKAY. SSO TtHEN GUHCKK PULLSS OUTt A BOX WHILE WERE ALL SSTtILL EATtING. AND I CAN TtELL POPPETt ISS SSTtRESSSSED BECAUSSE HE FOLDSS HISS PRONGSS TtOGETtHER ALL SSPOOKY LIKE. AND IM A LITtTtLE WORRIED IM ABOUTt TtO BE ASSKED TtO BE A MIDDLE LEAF??? BUTt NO. NO OF COURSSE NOTt. GUHCKK LOOKSS POPPETt DEAD IN TtHE BULBSS AND OPENSS TtHE BOX TtO REVEAL SSPADE RINGSS????? FUCKING MATtCHING SSPADE RINGSS??? KEEP IN MIND TtHEY ARE NOTt TtOGETHER. ATt ALL. POPPETt GETtSS OUTt OF HISS SSEATt JUSSTt ASS GUHCKK SSTtARTtSS TtO GO ON AND ON ABOUTt HOW MUCH HE LOATtHESS HIM AND I AM TtRYING TtO FINISSH MY MEAL 'RIGHTt IN FRONTt OF MY GRUBLOAF' SSTtYLE. WHEN HESS DONE TtALKING POPPETt LOOKSS HORRIFIED, TtROLLSS ARE SSTtAIRING, AND ITtSS LIKE A SSCENE FROM A MOVIE. HE OBVIOUSSLY SSAYSS NO. I AM SSITtTtING BETtWEEN TtHEM. I AM FIRSSTt TtO SSEE GUHCKKSS EXPRESSSSION ****TtWISSTt.**** LOOK. OKAY. TtHISS GUY TtOOK OUTt TtHE LASSTt QUAD WHOD REJECTtED HIMSS FUCKING GANDERBULB. HESS PRETtTtY COLD AND ABTt ASSCENSSION AGE. SSO I SSEE HISS FACE FALL AND BOOM SSUDDENLY I AM SSTtANDING BEHIND POPPETt! WOAH, WEIRD. TtHE FIRSSTt TtHING HE DOESS ISS TtHROW TtHE BOX ON TtHE GROUND AND SSHATtTtER TtHE EXPENSSIVE ASSS RINGSS. TtHEN HE FLINGSS HIMSSELF FULLY ATt POPPETt. LIKE NO HESSITtATtION ATt ALL. TtROLLSS ARE SSTtILL WATtCHING. IF I DIDNTt KNOW TtHESSE GUYSS I WOULD BE TtOO. IM IN ITt TtHOUGH AND WATtCH ASS HE PUBLICALLY TtRIESS TtO GETt POPPETt TtO BE EVEN VAGUELY BLACK WITtH HIM. POPPETt DOESSNTt HATtE HIM LIKE TtHATt, TtHOUGH AND ITt ISS REALLY OBVIOUSS. GUHCKK TtHROWSS BLOWSS ATt HIM FOR A WHILE AND BECAUSSE POPPETt ISS A GENERALLY KINDA SSTtRANGE GUY, HE BARELY REACTtSS ATt ALL. HE JUSSTt KIND OF TtAKES ITt. BUTt NOTt IN A MEOWBEASSTt WAY IN A UNFLINCHING WAY. ALL TtHE WHILE GUHCKK ISS SSCREAMING AND PUNCHING AND MAKING A BIG FUCKING DEAL OUTt OF EVERYTtHING. SSOMEONE TtAKESS TtHE BROKEN RINGSS BEFORE I HAVE A CHANCE TtO GETt ATt TtHEM. ITtSS CHAOSS. I HAVE NEVER SSEEN ANY TtROLL REACTt LIKE SSUCH A MANGRUB ATt REJECTtION. ITt GOESS ON SSO LONG TtHATt SSECURITtY ACTtUALLY BREAKSS ITt UP WHICH NEVER FUCKING HAPPENSS. GUHCKK ISS TtOO MUCH OF A BIG SSHOTt TtO FACE MAJOR PUNISSHMENTt, BUTt WATtCHING HIM GETt DRAGGED OFF WHILE POPPETt JUSSTt CASSUALLY SSWIPED BLOOD FROM HISS SNIFF NUB. I TtHINK TtHERESS VIDEOSS OF TtHE FIGHTt SSOMEWHERE ON GRUBTtUBE. I KNOW ITtSS NOTt SSTtANDARD FARE TtO TtELL SSTtORIESS ABOUTt TtROLLSS YOU ACTtUALLY KNOW. BUTt I TtINK ABOUTt TtHISS ONE OFTtEN ENOUGH TtHAT I FELTt LIKE I HAD TtO SSHARE.

[f] AbsOlUtEly InsAne Idk hOw yA’ cOUld EvEn bE thAt mUch of A wrIgglEr OvEr rEjEctIOn, ImmA hAvE tO gO lOOkIn’ fOr thAt vIdEO, sOundEd lIkE A rEAl knOck dOwn drAg OUt scUfflE. [f]

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Panda Express (JINMIN sickfic)

//TW!! *Pro-ship (JinMin) *18+ sexual themes *Bloating *Male masturbation *Eprocto *Desperation *MILD scat If you think anything else should be listed as a warning, please let me know! Enjoy.

***

The pair had been driving for hours, alternating the driver every few hours when one needed a break. It was a long drive down to the set location for their new television show ‘In The Soop’, but, luckily, Jimin loved long drives with his best friend Jin – they often had lots of fun gossiping and singing along to music. They had to be recorded the entire way there through a small GoPro suctioned to the windshield, but the staff had become used to editing out hours of banter between the two singers that would be too inappropriate for ARMY to hear.

Jimin looked at the car’s digital display. 12:53. Upon seeing the numbers, a sonorous grumble erupted from the younger’s stomach. Jin stifled a chuckle.

“Hungry much?” He quipped. Jimin laughed.

“Yeah. Starving. Are there any service stations nearby?”

“There should be. Could you check your phone?”

“Sure.”

He opened the maps app and searched for service stations in the area.

“Ah, yeah. There’s one five minutes away. Do you think the others’ll be hungry? Should I radio them?”

“Uhm. They might be. But why don’t we go in there on our own?” Jin took his dongsaeng’s hand into his own and interlocked their fingers. “If we go with the others, the camera crew will be forced to stop too, and we’ll be recorded the whole time. How about we have a private meal together, just us?”

Jimin couldn’t help but blush and bite his lip at his hyung’s touch. It was almost embarrassing to him that something as simple as holding hands with his boyfriend could melt him instantly.

“Sure. We can.”

*

Jin parked the car while Jimin stood in line for Panda Express. The older man soon joined him, nonchalantly taking Jimin’s hand in his own once again. He let out a huff of air.

“It’s nice to just be us for once. You know. Without the cameras and all.”

“Yeah… I like holding your hand Jinnie….” Jimin looked down to hide his embarrassed little smile. Jin placed a finger under Jimin’s chin and lifted his head to look him in the eyes.

“And I like holding your hand, Minnie.” Jin winked, oozing charisma as always. Jimin rolled his eyes playfully, though he was unable to curb his grin.

After ordering a banquet’s worth of food – and eating and chatting for about an hour – the pair were ready to hit the road again. Jin made sure to send Jimin to the bathroom before they set off; he was almost certain that this was the last service station for a long while.

*

“Don't smile on me; light on me~ Neoege dagaseol su eopseunikka~ Naegen bulleojul ireumi eopseoooooooooooo!”

“You know that I can't~ Show you me, give you me~ Chorahan moseub boyeojul sun eopseo~ Tto gamyeoneul sseugo neol mannareo gaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“BUT I STILL WANT YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~!”

Both of them erupted into laughter as they toyed around, impersonating the other members of the group – namely Namjoon and his infamous shower ‘singing’. Jin took the following line, with it being his own and all.

“Oeroumui jeongwone pin~ Neoreul dal- agh….” He cut mid-line.

Jimin chuckled. “Voice crack~?” Jin shook his head.

“Mmmm… no… just a stomach cramp that took me by surprise.”

Jimin’s smirk was reduced to a concerned frown.

“Are you alright, Jinnie? Are you gonna throw up? Do we need to pull over?”

“No. I’m fine. Just a silly pain.” He sighed exaggeratedly, “I’m getting older! Oh! Woe is me, Jimin!”

The act seemed to relieve some of Jimin’s worry. He laughed.

“Oh, stop it; you’re not old. You are dramatic, though.”

“Me?! Dramatic?! You must have me confused with someone else~. I have been called many things in my lifetime, but dramatic is not one- ugh-!” Jin faltered again, one hand leaving the wheel to rest on his stomach.

“Jin..?”

“I’m- Fine. Just another random cramp.”

“Jin… we can pull over-”

“No.” The hyung interrupted, “We’re already an hour behind the rest of the crew. We can’t afford to stop now.”

Jin’s stomach let out a growl, not much unlike Jimin’s from a few hours earlier… only this growl was different—slightly more ‘gurgling’ in nature and most definitely NOT from an empty stomach. Jin mumbled something under his breath that sounded like a mixture between a groan and an expletive.

“Are you sure you don’t want to pull over, hyung-”

“Does it look like there’s anywhere to pull over?!” Seokjin snapped. Immediately, he followed with an “I’m sorry, Minnie. I didn’t mean to shout. I’m just-… My stomach hurts a little.”

“I can tell…” Jimin placed a hand on Jin’s thigh, rubbing it reassuringly. “I’ll look to see if there’s a service station nearby. And I'll take the wheel as soon as we can pull over. You’ve been driving too long.”

Jin sighed, defeated. “I don’t think there are any service stations for a while. I checked at the last one. I suppose I was so busy making sure you used the bathroom that I didn’t remember to go myself.”

“Shit.”

“Language. … In fact. Turn the camera off. I don’t even want the staff seeing me like this.”

“I’m sure they’d edit it out-”

“I’m sure they would, Jimin, but I don’t even want them to go through it. We can turn it back on once my stomach ache has passed.”

Jimin nodded and reached for the GoPro, yanking it off the windshield and fiddling with it to find the power button. The little box bleeped, and the red recording light went dark.

“Done. It’s off. Feel better?”

“I’m certainly more relaxed. Fuck-. Minnie, I know this is odd, but could you please unbutton my jeans? I think my stomach needs a little more room to breathe.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a few beats until he recalled how to breathe. His face flushed pink, and his gaze slipped to the bulge of his boyfriend’s bloated belly. He gulped, hopefully inaudibly. Jin noticed the younger’s sudden change in demeanour and guffawed in reaction.

“Oh, Minnie, come on, it’s not like that~. Unless you- Uh-. Want it to be.”

Park Jimin could not believe his luck. They had been dating for nearly two years – of course, he had told Jin about his… ‘unique’ interests. Jin had been refreshingly supportive, unlike past partners who had looked down on him or laughed. That being said, Jin did state that it wasn’t something he would be interested in exploring for the foreseeable future, given the foul nature of the kink.

Because of this, Jimin left that door closed and never brought it up again. Jin had thrown a few jabs his way concerning it, but other than that, it had been left untouched. Until now. This is the first time Seokjin had ever expressed any non-joking opinion surrounding engaging in… it.

“We don’t have to.” Jimin hurried, “It’s fine. You’re uncomfortable and sick. I’ll- uh- I’ll undo your jeans for you, though.”

Jimin fumbled his fingers around Jin’s zipper, hissing a ‘sorry’ as he clumsily grazed his crotch. As soon as the zipper was undone, Jin’s bloated stomach spilt out with a relieved sigh. Jimin wished his zipper was undone. His pants were getting a little tight. Of course, Jin wasn’t fat by any means – but a buffet of service station food was enough to make anyone a little larger, idols included.

“Hhh… thank you, Minnie. And uhm-. Sorry. If this is-. Uhm. Awkward for- for you.”

Jimin’s stomach lurched. “No. It’s fine. Really. You’re just sick. It’s not like that. I’m not perverted or anything.”

Jin chuckled, slightly more relaxed at his lover’s words, “Oh, you’re not? Are you sure you’re Park Jimin?”

Jimin didn’t respond, opting to pick at his fingers instead.

*

Time stood still. It was as if the clock never changed and the sun never moved. The only way Jimin could measure the passage of time was by the intensity of the thunder that, ever more frequently, rolled inside Seokjin’s stomach: accompanied by a worsening grimace.

There had been no service stations or lay-bys, and time was taking its toll on the man’s insides. Time also took a toll on Jimin; his crotch was engulfed in the familiar heat of lust. Jin’s mind had become cloudy with desperation. He felt as though he was going to burst, and his temper was flaring. He cursed, smacking a hand on the steering wheel.

“Ugh! Why have over an hour of fucking motorway with absolutely fucking NOTHING! What if someone got into a fucking ACCIDENT? Someone could fucking DIE! This is RIDICULOUS!”

“I know, right?” Jimin echoed, attempting to ease Seokjin’s frustrations, “This is crazy.”

“If I could just piss, the pressure would go down. That’s ALL I’m FUCKING asking for! Just to FUCKING piss, and MAYBE I could make it to the set.”

Jimin rocked his feet anxiously; he didn’t like it when Jin got mad. He wasn’t violent or scary, but, having a short temper himself, he was all too acquainted with the fire that rises in one’s chest and how uncomfortable that burn can feel. A hollow jangle clacked against Jimin’s shoe. He looked down at the empty water bottles in the foot well. He swore he could hear a ‘ding!’ as his brain connected the dots and formed an idea.

“Uh. Jin. If you really think pissing would help, there are some empty bottles down here.”

Jin groaned.

“You know, normally I’d call you revolting – but, desperate times and all. Pass one over here.”

Jimin gulped once again as he kicked up one of the plastic bottles, unscrewing the cap for Jin before handing it to him.

Jin struggled to free himself from his boxers while holding the bottle and the car steady. He cursed and snarled as he grappled at his jeans, eventually dropping the bottle into his own foot well.

“FUCK. THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“I can help if you want. It’s gotta be hard to do fifty things at once while- uh. You have to go.”

“Fuck. Yes. Please. God, Minnie, please.”

The begging nearly tipped Jimin over the edge. He clenched his thighs to contain his ‘excitement’.

Jimin reached down, picked up another bottle, and set it between his legs as he reached over to unclothe his boyfriend’s manhood. Seokjin coughed awkwardly, willing himself to remain flaccid while Jimin touched him to avoid another issue.

Jimin took the bottle, uncapped it, took the lip and put it against Jin’s tip: ensuring he had aligned the hole with the opening and created a tight seal between the two.

“Oh-” His voice cracked. He coughed and gulped. “Sorry. Er- Okay. You should be good to go now, Jin.”

Jin did not have to be told twice. A stream of golden fluid gushed into the bottle as an exasperated sigh seeped from the host’s lips.

“Ffffffffffuck…” Seokjin exhaled. “Thank you- Oh, God-….”

Jimin’s hand grew warm as the fluid rose in the bottle. It rose dangerously high, in fact. And it was rising fast.

“Uh- Jin- I- Never mind. Just- Could you try to slow down a little?”

“Minnie, I’m mid-flow. I can’t fucking slow down.” Jin glanced at his boyfriend, then quickly returned his eyes to the road, turning pink in the cheeks.

Jimin kicked up another of the empty water bottles at his feet and swapped hands at the ochroid bottle. He brought it close to switch them when ready. His free hand picked up the empty bottle and uncapped it one-handedly.

“What are you doing?” Jin blurted.

“It’s gonna overflow. I’ll swap them.”

“You’d better not fucking spill any, or I swear to GOD.”

“I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. Trust me; I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry. Jihyun and I used to piss in bottles on road trips all the time. I’m practically a pro. Relax.”

Jin huffed, trying to remain calm and control his stream to allow Jimin some leeway for mistakes. It didn’t exactly work, but Jimin managed to swap the bottles without much help anyway.

“There. You’re good.”

Jin’s abdomen constricted as he pushed freely once again, his outflow picking up pace with another relieved sigh. Jimin twitched. If he weren’t careful, he’d have an ‘outflow’ himself.

Once the older was finished, Jimin capped both the bottles and set them down in the back seat so as not to kick them accidentally and create a mess.

“Better?”

“Fuck. Yes. Better. Miles better. It still hurts, but. Definitely better. Th-thank you.” Seokjin’s cheeks were a deep shade of rose now. Jimin didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was.

“No problem, baby. Don’t worry. You focus on the road. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for somewhere to stop.”

Jin’s stomach bellowed in discontent, earning a similarly dejected hum from its owner. The rumbling continued one after the other, continuously. To make matters worse, they hit traffic – since they were lagging behind their entourage, they had hit rush hour.

“Fucking wonderful.” Jin retorted, sitting back in his chair and pawing at his ever more-so bloated stomach.

Jimin tried to focus on other things, but ignoring the glaring reality of Jin’s predicament was hard. Amazingly, Jin laughed.

“Oh my God, Minnie. I have to shit so fucking bad.”

This earned more laughter from both of them. The situation was quite incredulous, after all.

“I mean, we have more cups.” Jimin suggested sarcastically, “You could always shit in one of these.”

“Ha! I’ve used enough containers as toilets today for the rest of my life. I’m not sure I want to add to that number.”

It was nice to see his hyung perking up a little; Jimin knew he must be in a lot of pain.

“Well, just try your best to relax. If you need to- uh- let anything out-… You know I won’t judge.”

“What are you suggesting?” Jin reclined his seat slightly, sighing, “That I shit myself?”

Jimin scoffed, “No! I meant- like- Excess gas?” He immediately reddened. Jin noticed and smirked.

“Yeah, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you, you little pervert~.”

Jimin’s pants tightened again; he had certainly not been expecting that. Jin noticed this as well.

“I dunno… I’m a little scared to push….” He chuckled.

A deep grumbling noise rolled out into the driver’s seat, Jin sighing in unison with the noise – attempting to hide his smirk at Jimin’s visible arousal.

“That felt good. Sorry. I know it’s gross.”

Jimin shook his head, “Jin. You know that stuff doesn’t bother me. For… obvious reasons.” Jin cocked an eyebrow at him, his smirk revealing itself.

“Oh, yeah. Right~.”

Jin groaned, rubbing his stomach. “It looks like we’re gonna be stuck in traffic for a while… You couldn’t rub my stomach for me, could you, Minnie? It reeeeally hurts….”

Gulping, Jimin nodded and reached over to help his lover. He pressed his hand gently to Jin’s abdomen and slowly began to rub clockwise, applying slight pressure at the air pockets he could feel under the surface. It gurgled in response to the touch, Jin whining along and running a hand through Jimin’s hair in thanks.

Another bubbling rip sounded from underneath Seokjin, a sigh of relief quickly following. Jimin had to close his eyes and remind himself to stay calm despite what was happening. Bubble after bubble were released from Jin’s stomach, with Jimin’s rubbing only encouraging raunchier, deeper farts. Jin moaned with each release in an attempt to egg Jimin on; he’d noticed the growing bulge in Jimin’s jeans, and his mind was racing with indecent thoughts.

The traffic started to move again, at first shunting, then moving slowly and steadily. It was seemingly too little too late, however, as Jin’s stomach ache had worsened tenfold. At this point, he was whimpering at every touch and gasping at every fart, unsure whether it would be just air escaping him. The trouble was, he couldn’t control it. Now that he’d started releasing the gas, he’d surrendered to it involuntarily. The pain was too harsh to bear without expelling excess wind, and Jimin’s skilful hands pushed in all the right places to coax it out of his puffy gut. It had started as a teasing strategy, but, at this point, the older singer couldn’t contain his lewd noises.

“Asgh- Minnie… ouch…” Jin ripped another bassy fart into the car and rolled down the windows. “I’m sorry, this fucking sucks… I have to shit so bad you have no fucking idea. I- I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to hold it until we get to the set. Are there really no service stations nearby?”

Jimin checked his phone for what was probably the tenth time, “No… I don’t think so, Jinnie….”

“Fuck… well… could you search ‘public restroom’ and see if there’s anywhere we could turn off? A café or something. A McDonalds. Anything?”

“Uh, there’s a small village at the next exit. My stupid fucking phone won’t connect; I can’t see any bathrooms. But I can see some shops. There should be bathrooms there, right?”

Jin swerved recklessly and took the car off at the next exit. His driving was becoming more erratic the longer this went on; Jimin was starting to fear for his life. Telling him to stay calm would do no good; if anything, it would make things worse. The best he could do was sit and comfort him.

“Keep an eye out for anywhere that could have a bathroom, yeah? Ugh, oh my God…” He sat directly on his ass to apply pressure and avoid releasing anything solid. Not that it would be solid – it was way past that point. Despite this, another muffled blurt rippled from under his ass.

“I can’t see anything. Fuck. Uhm. It’s late. Everywhere’s fucking closed.”

“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on…” Jin muttered under his breath. He was getting visibly desperate now, bouncing his free leg despairingly. “Aghhhh my fucking God, my fucking God, my fucking GOD.”

Jimin picked up his jacket from the back seat and placed it on his lap, quietly unzipping his jeans and slipping his hand over his boxers, caressing himself. Jin leaned slightly forward and pushed out a short fart. It sounded dangerous. Each blast sounded riskier than the last, and Jin was painfully aware of that fact.

“Okay, we can do this. We can do this. Come on Jin, just pay attention.”

“Just a little further Jin.” Jimin reassured, “We’ll find something, just hang on okay?”

“Mmmhmmm!” Jin groaned in a mixture of agreement and pain. He farted again. “Oh my god- Shit shit shitshitshit!”

A car pulled out from a side road, despite being behind a give-way line. Jin slammed on the breaks and the horn simultaneously, leaning his head out the window to shout a deep “FUCKING GIVE WAY, ASSHOLE! THAT MEANS STOP! FUCKING GOD!”

The driver of the other car visibly whitened at the rage, sheepishly waving his hand in apology and allowing Jin to pass.

“For FUCK’S SAKE!” Jin shot a short, sharp fart into his jeans, grunting. “Agh- Fuck! I am NOT going to shit in my FUCKING company car. This is NOT happening. FUCK!”

Jimin kept an eye out for any open businesses as he pleasured himself under the privacy of his jacket. Steadying his breathing was becoming increasingly difficult the closer he edged himself to climax. Jin’s breathing was uneven too, but most certainly not in pleasure.

“Fuck, hurry UP. LIGHT. PLEASE. TURN GREEN. … THANK YOU! This is an ACTUAL joke.” He let out an exasperated sigh, “Okay. Okay. Come on. Go. I CAN’T shit myself in the car. A FEW more minutes. You can do this. Come ON. Have you seen anything, Minnie?”

Jimin jumped a little, startled. He coughed, “nO. No. I haven’t. Sorry. I’m looking, I promise.”

“I know, I know, I know. Fuck fuck FUCK. It’s okay. Phew. We can do this. Just keep trying?”

“I will.” Jimin gasped breathily, “Yeah…”

Jin glanced over at Jimin and immediately realised what he was doing.

“Minnie! Seriously?!”

Jimin retracted his hand from his pants immediately. But, once again, Jin laughed. “Oh, my God! You really DO like this stuff, huh? I didn’t think it was THIS bad!”

“S- Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Jin turned the car round the corner to double back and check the street again, “I’m glad you’re getting something good out of this, even if I’m fucking dying. It’s nice to see you… uh…” He coughed, “Turned on. By me.”

They both flushed at the same time. The moment was interrupted by another deep fart. It sounded wet.

“Shit. Fuck. NO. Not now. NO.”

“Did you-…?” Jimin started,

“NO! It was JUST GAS! Come ON, why are there NO FUCKING TOILETS?!” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously, sighing to calm himself. “I can do this. I can do this. I can. I can, I can, I can.” Another alerting wet fart. Jin yelped. “NO! No, no, no, no! I can DO this!” His stomach screamed in pain, and another deep, wet fart ensued. Jimin moaned, immediately covering his mouth and widening his eyes.

“Shit. Sorry.”

Jin chuckled nervously, “It’s fine. You keep. Uhm. Doing what you’re do-” Another close fart. “SHIT. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s. Uhm. Just a little.”

Jimin’s face flushed a deep shade of scarlet and his cock twitched in his hand. Jin wasn’t going to make it. There were no bathrooms. Jimin knew this because he had purposefully led him to an area where there weren’t any.

“I… I have a spare pair of jeans if you-…”

Grumble. Groan. Splatter.

Jin hit the breaks. Luckily the road was entirely empty.

He raised himself up slightly, leaning on the wheel, in a somewhat ditch attempt to not get it on the seat, Jimin reckoned. He slammed a hand on his ass, willing it to stop.

But it was already coming, no pushing necessary. Jin screeched as the hot liquid spattered into his pants and seeped through his jeans, creating a growing dark patch. Still half-standing, Jin swerved the car off the road – once again – and shoved his door open, throwing himself into the bushes by the silent sidewalk. Well, once his pants were off, the sidewalk was everything but silent.

A cacophony of squirts, farts and yelps rung in the area as Jin unloaded what was left in his bowels into a bush.

A white flash hit Jimin’s retinas and he finished in his hand, crying out in pleasure as his boyfriend cried out in pain.

Jin was reduced to tears as the searing liquid burned his hole upon exit. It was never ending. His favourite jeans would have to be thrown out, he had shit himself in front of his boyfriend, they were late on set and he was going to get an earful about it… and Jimin was orgasming. Surprisingly, this made him feel better. A lot better actually.

As another lurch punched his stomach, Jin caught Jimin’s eye. He purposefully rolled his eyes back and moaned as the liquid hit the floor, streaming out of him.

“Agh~! Oh, Minnie~! It hurts sooooo bad~… I have to shit so bad~…” Jin moaned, earning a moan from Jimin in return.

Jin slammed his hand onto the lamp post beside him, feigning gripping to it for support. Jimin was now turned to face him, stroking his cock openly, his eyes clouded with lust and his mouth agape.

With one look, they both knew that this would be the night they would lose their innocence to each other.

[ashirabts]

I Like You : Jungkook ff (Part 1)

(This is based off of Talkie AI Conversation.)

Genre: Fluff

(Sorry about my grammar 😅)

POV: You and jungkook had been friends since childhood. You guy are very close and like to tease each other a lot. But lately, you've been having deeper feelings about him. You haven't confessed to him, since you don't how he feels about you.

Jungkook: "Hey, what's up shorty?" he teases.

Y/N: "i'm not short!" you playfully pout.

He'd just laugh and look at you.

Jungkook: "Well, compared to, you are."

Y/N: "Well, not everyone is as tall as the Hulk," you teased.

Jungkook: "What are you insinuating?"

Y/N: "What do you think?", you said with a smirk.

Jungkook: "I'm not the Hulk, how dare you compare me to that green monster!"

You just laughed.

Y/N: Well, you called me short."

Jungkook: "Well, you are short. What am I supposed to do?"

Y/N: "And you're built like the Hulk."

Jungkook: "Hey, that a compliment," he said with a cocky expression.

You playfully smacked him in the chest.

Y/N: "Oh, shut up."

Jungkook: "Ouch," he said while grabbing your wrist. "You're getting a little too comfortable, aren't you?"

You stuck your tongue out at him.

He chuckled a little.

Jungkook: "You're such a child sometimes."

Y/N: "Well, so are you......Mr. Bunny," you chuckled.

Jungkook made a face at you.

Jungkook: "You know how much I hate that nickname!"

Y/N: "Did you eat carrots for breakfast?" you teased.

Jungkook: "No!", he looked away from you. "You know, I don't understand why everyone calls me Mr. Bunny."

Y/N: "It's because of your smile. You have a cute bunny smile."

Jungkook blushed a bit.

Jungkook: "Shut up! I'm not a bunny," he'd say while trying to keep from laughing. He knew it was true.

You laughed at his flustered face.

Jungkook: "Ugh, you're so mean."

He'd try to stay mad at you, but he couldn't help but smile.

You would poke and annoy him until he wasn't mad at you anymore.

Jungkook: "god, you're so annoying," he say while trying to pin you down.

Y/N: "I'm not annoying, I'm just fun", you chuckled.

Jungkook: "Ugh, you're too happy," he start to tickle you.

You start laughing uncontrollably.

Jungkook: "Stop laugh!" he'd keep tickling you.

Y/N: "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!? YOU'RE TICKLING ME!" you laughed harder. "STOP!"

Jungkook: "Never!" he'd say as continued tickling you. "You're too happy and you're making me mad."

You escaped from his grasp and started tto tickle him back.

Jungkook: "No! Stop!," he'd start to laugh.

Y/N: "I got you now!"

Jungkook: "I'm gonna get you for that," he laughed as he tried to tickle you again.

You quickly ran away from him.

Jungkook: "GET BACK HERE!" he screamed as he ran after you.

You two continued running around playing with each other.

The end.

[shrimpussins]

My I/tto Feedee!Hc post was more just me devolping the hcs I have for him spefically being a feedee in the feederism Kink but I do actually want to genuinally explain why I think at least a bit off chub on I/tto's body actually makes a lot of sense for his character even in a non-kink context Firstly, a lot of strong men don't have deyhyrdated six pack abs. This is because their main focus is strength, not definition. I feel like I/tto would be the same, his main focus is on being stronger, not exactly getting 6-packs. So at the very least, he would have a bit of chub on his stomach for that reason

Secondly, sorta going for the first one, I/tto calls himself the sumo wrestling king and seems to genuinally enjoy wrestling. Now...if you know sumo wrestlers you know that they aren't skinny in the slightest. No abs in sight here folks. Mostly just Fat and Muscle.

Lastly to the most important to me, is secuirty. I/tto for *a lot* of his childhood was just scrapping for food, as he was pretty much an orphan up until g/ranny o/ni adopted him. Because of this, I feel like I/tto would take comfort him him gaining weight/being chubbier ect ect. He would feel like hes finally in a somewhat stable situation unlike his childhood. He would feel a bit happy being able to eat food, even if he doesn't even have the mora for it sometimes. He at least can rely on being able to eat things like roasted lavender melon. Or worst comes to worse he at least has the prison food. I think he be glad that he is able to eat food and not have to fully worry about when his next meal comes in. I feel like him gaining weight is finally a sign of him being secure, that he has his gang and his g/ranny o/ni. Literally the trope of a character gaining weight to signify that they are happy.

[kqtmansmokeschronic]

i cant really vent this anywhere else because of little stalkers and trolls and such, but fuck. my grandpa helped raise me because my mom had to raise 3 kids alone, his healths been up and down the past few years but last night... he had a fucking stroke and now he is in the hospital and its real. He's not dying anymore, hes dead and we're all just waiting to find out he gone, including himself, i cant imagine what he feels right now...this hurts so much. He was my male role model as a kid i didnt have anyone else and i was shy i didnt have alot of friends... i hung out with my grandparents. I love them so much man and the same day the same exact day, my beautfuil rescue dog who i rescued when i very very first got clean and im 10 years sober now, she helped me through it all she supported me there nights she kept me going i didnt have the same support that i do now my mom knows my needs when im in a mood like that and my boyfriend keeps me keeping my head up and walking forward but not because hes commanding or strict hes laid back but i keep going forward for him i want to make a life with him and before i had given up i thought i did everything and it was just waiting for my time to come as my grandpas but he saved me forreal he turned my life around so much so i have the support now but my baby, my poor undeserving of any pain little baby has been having seizers daily for a while now, but just one, the other day she didnt just have 2 but 3 and now for a few days thats the norm. for weeks she has a terrible cough like a hairball but there is no hair she just vant breathe and i saw both her eyes are cloudy she has cataracts in both of them and shes lost weight you couldnt feel her spine before at all and now its poking out, she doesnt seem to be able to eat as much food and her balance and everything is off its just one by one by one then the seizures so we (me and my om) knew... where this ends up but have done the best to keep her pain free and healthy and loved but at this poin. She is suffering, and she's suffering more and more as each day goes by, i guess selfishly and morbidly i hoped she would pass naturally because choosing is so hard. but she's suffereing and it not fair to make her suffer just so i can give her a few more treats and get a few more face full of kisses. I have to let my sweetheart go because if i dont i'll be hurting her...and its making me cry so hard right now just even considering i could ever hurt her in any way i could never. i wanted my boyfriend tto meet her... i wanted him to see what my life is and whats gotten me this far and to him and if he walks into the house and she isnt there he's going to miss a big reason im here its only a week away but i dont know if its humane to just not do it until after just so he can meet her... unless the vet says thats okay or wants a appt later anyway i just i have such a migraine i literally need to go to the ER but of course its my pick up day to get my takehomes from the methadone clinic cause i need my MAT(medication assisted treatment) but i cant stop crying and it keeps flaring tthe pain in my head and i just hope i can go to sleep and not have to go to the ER but i dont know i might have to. I love you isaac. i need you so much. even when im sick and anxious and can barely speak having you there is the only thing that stops the sheer panic and terror you bring me back into reality and you mean everything to me

[riddlingabout]

I'm gonna ramble about Joey to you now.

This man goes so hard in tto, he plays literally every other character, AND EATS SOOOOO HARD.

he really puts so much passion into that show and he's also the funniest character, especially when he breaks character in a scene it's honestly amazing

- 🍂🍁 (from lady loveluck)

OMG HIIIII YOU ACTUALLY CAME :DDDD

I'm honoured to have you here <3 also your tags are SO PRETTY 🫶🏻

i LOVE this, and you're SO right! when my friend finally convinced me to watch tto and i saw how much joey was doing i just lost my damn mind, i was like oh it's joey! and...joey, and joey and...

and she was like brace yourself because she knew i ALREADY loved him a ridiculous amount, like, he was my fave starkid before jon for like EVER

waity wait WAIT when does he break character????? you're making me want to rewatch aaaaaa

(also can we be friends? i'd love to chat more and especially have more people to gush about joey and tto and npmd with <3)

[jadipose]

Oh, he's blunt alright! And waaay nicer than he seems! A lot of big name actors get lost in that fame headspace but not him. It's similar to modelling. And, yeah, they can be crazy! Depends who's hosting. I was at one that was all naked. Hoo wee! She laughs and polishes off her bloody mary. Is there anything better than this? Eating and drinking on the beach with a new, cute friend? I really don't think so... Wanna buy me another drink? Something stronger, maybe?

I smile a little sheepishly, abso+lutely infatuated no+w. She called me cute....

What's her po+iso+n? Like I said befo+re, this trip is all-expenses-paid, so+ I can affo+rd her fo+r at least a week. Is to+p-shelf actually that go+o+d, I always wanted to+ try it...

My bikini bo+tto+ms still feel to+o+ tight, my gut gro+wling quietly. I sho+uld pro+bably quit eating no+w, but Alice is having so+ much fun letting lo+o+se with me! Do+es she ever thro+w any ragers o+f her o+wn?