#I REALLY APPECIATE IT

[andypasta]

HEY BOO HOW ARE YOU

IM GOOD HOW ARE YOU

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[definetelynotavampire]

i wanna draw but i ate raw potatoes and i'm sick (no correlation but it sure didnt help) o(-(

[buckets-thought-dump]

please don't die your art is so good 🤩🤩🤩

[lesbiten]

i like krita for a lot of reasons but i really cant get over the fact that i keep feeling like im just doing lineart wrong

[ask-team-grim]

@umbreonlatias - Lola

I second about what was said about Dravina being cool! 👍

Being a fellow Dark/Dragon type I don't have the usual grudge others have!

(Mun also likes Deino! 😁 And Dragons! Dravina is both!)

Though I haven't faced the same struggles you and your Dad have.

(Pfft. Perhaps it's because Lola's new! No one's given her Magicrap yet! 🤭)

Though I have heard tale of The voice of life becoming a Heidreigon, and he's a big Teddyursa, so big "scary" Dragon does not, and should not always equal fear.

Though there's one that fits the stereotype, and I hope none of us meet him...

(Ghetsis's Hydreigon...Poor fella...never had a chance...)

A question, how do you feel about having eyes in the future?

Do you think you'll purposely stay a Zweilos for longer because of the thought of finally getting eyes might be scary?

I hope your Dad and Eevee friend are there when you reach Heidreigon evolution qualifications!

(I'm tired, I can't remember her name for the life of me...🥲)

Or are you going to be brave and shrug it off like its not a big deal?

-I know you haven't even become a Zweilos yet, but just something that popped into my head.

Also, to our Eevee friend, so you're sort of pre-disposed to Jolteon DNA?

Does that sway you more towards becoming a Sparky gal?

You think your fur characteristics would transfer over to your evolution?

Or would you want to be something like yours truly- an Umbreon?

Any eeveelution is fine, as long as you're comfy/happy! 😁

Also, what kinda currency does your shop take?

I'm not sure I have anything your family'd want...

Oh, and I'm guessing Dravina here gets the stuff ya don't sell, cause she was hinting at free stuff!😁

//This post is going to be pretty long, so I’m putting it all under a cut. Click on it to see the answers!

Rye: Wait, you second that Dravena’s cool?

Dravena: Oh man, oh man, oh man! I never told you about that! A ‘mon told me I was cool! And then he shared some of his meat cookies with me!

Rye: Really? That’s awesome Drav!

Dravena: Of course not! My dad's huge, and apparently really scary lookin but he’s super nice. Maybe a little too nice? I'm not sure what that Voice of Life thing you're talking about is, but it and my dad sound kinda similar.

Dravena: There are bad Hydreigons. But that's up to the individual, not the species. S'not fair we all getta bad rap…

Dravena: I mean, it'll be nice to see? But that ain't really a concern to me. I-

Dravena: Never mind. But I doubt I'd wanna be a Zweilous longer than I hafta be. Though the heads might feel differently. Can't say I'd blame them either. It’s terrifyin’…

Dravena: …I just hope everyone’ll be there for me, whatever happens.

Rye: Of course! Why wouldn’t we be?

Dravena:

Rye: I'm not sure that pre-disposed is the best word? I'm not more likely to evolve into a Jolteon than any of the other evolutions. Though if I did evolve into one, I'd probably be stronger than if I evolved into anything else. I suppose that's what happens when you have a father who comes from a bloodline of countless generations of Jolteon before him.

Rye: I'm not sure if I'd want to evolve into a Jolteon myself though. I don't know that it fits. Not sure what does though. I actually have been playing with the idea of becoming an Umbreon, funnily enough.

Rye: And I'd assume my spikes would transfer over, whatever I choose. After all, they show up while l'm an Eevee!

Rye: Oh, we take regular Poké! Though obviously you can't really buy anything from the bakery while you're at the sleepover. There is a plate of some of my mom's baked goods somewhere in this tower if you're interested in trying some before you get a chance to buy anything. Think of it as a sample!

Rye: And Dravena does get some of the leftovers, though my family actually eats the majority of what doesn't get sold. Mom bakes Dravena a lot of stuff fresh.

Dravena: It's so good too! Ya really should go buy somethin' if ya get the chance.

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Rye: I was wondering though, you mentioned that you were an Umbreon, right? I mean you kinda look like one, though your colors look a good bit different, and you’ve got wings. So, if you don’t mind me asking, are you a hybrid? Or is there another explanation on why your coat is pink and you have wings?

Dravena: I mean she'd have to be a hybrid. She said she was dark and dragon-type right? Ain't Umbreons just dark?

// @umbreonlatias

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[comfyyyyy]

I hate that almost all female protagonists are demisexual-coded.

(Like only mentioning the love interest being hot, only expressing interest in him etc.)

Recently, a friend asked me for relationship advice, and I had to explain to her that its normal to be curious / interested in other guys despite being in a healthy and happy relationship.

That it's okay for her to want her partner to herself while still contemplating the thought of someone else.

She though she was being selfish and maybe even cheating.

For the (propably not) last time: Humans don't have naturally monogamous relationships. We're not wired like that. It's okay to want one, but we have to acknowledge that sometimes feelings are more diverse and complex than that.

(And that the lack of diversity in relationships in books is hurting everyone, no matter the orientation)

[well-seasoned]

WOAH

Postal gift exchange for @well-seasoned ,,, :3 I HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT

this took so long but i think it turned out VERY GOOD!!! (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

[emziess]

I really appeciate you guys. Dimension 20 - Misfits And Magic: A Change of Plan

[justwonder113]

Sharing a bed with Lee Know

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

My Masterlist

Summary: Feeling beyond frustrated with your boyfriend you leave your phone home and head out to drink your sorrows away, meanwhile he's stuck there losing his mind trying to find you. Warning: CURSING It's me who's surprised there. Angst to fluff. Barely mentioning the sharing bed part but yeah... Reader is gender neutral. Mention of alcohol intake. reader is tipsy but fully conscious. I don't know if I missed anything so please let me know if I did. NOT PROOFREAD

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Not knowing how to deal with your rampaging emotions you kept pacing back and forth in your apartment like a lunatic. You were at loss for words, never in your life you felt this humiliated and to think that Minho, the person who was supposed to be your safe space and your comfort person was the source of that!

Honestly, you felt torn, you were beyond mad at frustrated at Minho and wanted to rip him a new one, but at the same time you felt so heartbroken and miserable all you wanted to was to crawl in your bed and not get up for at least a week. It also didn’t help at all that your week was an absolute shit, with this said day being the cake on the top. All you wanted to do was to have a lunch with your boyfriend and just forget all the bullshit you had to go through. You knew he had a hectic schedule due to an upcoming comeback. Heck, you barely had seen him for the last maybe three weeks. He was already at practice when you woke up and immediately went to sleep when he came back in the middle of the night so he had barely any time to talk or text to you, you weren’t even talking about seeing you in person. It was what pissed you off the most. You were too considerate, how many people would be able to handle having a relationship like that, when a simple text sent your way made you want to throw fireworks? You knew he was busy, you only wanted to see him for what a half hour, just to eat together? Maybe get a hug? And an encouraging word that you could get through the day? No, what you get for bringing your very busy boyfriend and his bandmates his favorite takeout is to get yelled at in front of the said bandmates to being overly clingy and overbearing.

One part of you wanted to break down sobbing, the other part wanted to bring hell to him and make a biggest scene ever, in reality? You just left, not an ounce of emotion on your face. Maybe it would be better if you did either or those, at least you wouldn’t feel this torn now. So full of emotions feeling like you could burst any scond. No, you knew you were angry and rightfully so, this is why the tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down your face aggravated you even more. He didn’t deserve your tears not after the bullshit he pulled.

Another pang of notification brought you back to reality, God how many massages was he going to send? Who was clingy and overbearing now? If he thought that you would forgive just like that just because he was sorry then he was a damn fool. You knew he didn’t mean it; you knew him long enough to know that whenever he was too stressed he had outbursts like he did earlier and he said stuff he didn’t necessarily mean. It was an objective fact that you didn’t deserve to be called clingy. But it didn’t matter, he humiliated you in front of all these people and that wasn’t something you could easily forgive. Hell, how could you forget such thing? He could have said that he needed space that he was busy, no matter how vulnerable you felt, no matter how much you needed him in that moment you would have understood.

Maybe it was a sign. Your relationship was still considered new, it wouldn’t hurt as much ending things now. Maybe you could even return to being friends again. Another pang of your phone followed by another in less than five seconds, then another.

God, you couldn’t bear it anymore, you needed some air.

Not even considering to take your phone with you you left your apartment. You didn’t exactly know where you were going but it would be better than feeling suffocated in your own house.

***

Probably not the wisest choice because now you were worst kind of drunk in this bar meaning your mind was completely sober but your body seemed disconnected from your mind, everything was spinning and your whole body moved as if in slow motion. God what a beautiful day you couldn’t even drink to forget your own sorrows. Better go home then, or at least head to that direction.

You only managed to pay for the drinks and get outside before you felt so queasy you had to stop and lean on the lamppost. God, you hated that your body wasn’t listening to you.

Also, you were starting to regret not bringing your phone with you. You would have called your friend to pick you up and maybe take you with them or at least order a cab. Also, not really wise to spend most of the money you had in your wallet on drinks. God, you felt like shit.

Oh wow it was already night, and based on how there was barely anyone around it must’ve been quite late too.

You started walking but barely made 10 steps before you had to stop again, it was as if your body had a mind on its own and was refusing to cooperate.

“Baby!” You heard a loud yell and before you even had the time to react you were engulfed biggest hug ever. You almost wrapped your arms around your boyfriend before you remembered you were mad at him. Fortunately for you he almost immediately let go, carefully examining everything, his eyes so full of worry you felt bad for him for a second.

“What are you doing here?” You didn’t even try to hide your displeasure. Minho flinched as if he was physically hit by your words.

“I was searching for you! I was out here wandering in these streets trying to find you for hours! I was about to call the police when I saw you here!” You felt guilty, looking at him. He looked dishelved, hair messy as if he had run his hand through it countless times, he was out of breath as if he had been running, his eyes red and swollen as if he had cried…Was he really running around searching for you?

“Who’s being clingy now? Couldn’t last five minutes without seeing me? Had to search for me all over town? So clingy and overbearing!” You watched as your words hit him like a slap, his face morphed into a pained one. You felt horrible talking to him this way, but part of you was satisfied, wanting him to know just how much words could hurt.

“I’m sorry…” His voice was quite almost inaudible, you knew he meant it but you would be dammed if you forgave him just like that.

“You should be, you were beyond cruel.” Even you were surprised how emotionless you sounded. You would also be fooled if you didn’t know the turmoil that was inside you right at this moment.

He lowered his gaze unable to look you in the eyes. “I know.” Oh great he knows, what a balm to your wound.

“You really hurt me Minho!” There was it, the anger, the hurt, you didn’t have the energy to contain it anymore.

“I know.”

“Oh that fixes everything then! You know! Do you know anything but that sentence? Is that all you have to say?” Silence, you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh bitterly, feeling defeated. “What even are you doing here Minho?”

“You weren’t picking up the phone, your house was empty, neither your friends or your family knew where you were. I had to find you to know that you were safe!” His voice was strained, he looked like he was seconds away from busting in tears.

“I’m safe you can go home now!” You turned around to head home, all these emotions making you feel a bit more sober. You barely made two steps before a hand grabbed your wrist gently halting your movement. His voice desperately calling your name. “Please…”

You couldn’t take this anymore. You turned back to him eyes full of rage burning with unshed tears begging to be let out. “Please what Minho? What do you want me to do? You can’t even tell me normally why you were searching for me. You agree with me that you hurt me yet you’re not even saying you’re sorry, and no I won’t take that halfassed apology or whatever that was. What do you want me to do? It’s like you don’t even know what you want yourself so what do you really expect me to do?”

You watched a tear run down his reddened cheek. It infuriated you how breathtaking he looked right now. Not even the most skilled painter would be able to capture his beauty, not a single camera would be able to capture the full beauty. God, you hated how your heart only sang for him even in this much pain he caused. Here he was watching you in sorrow, in pain, angered by his betrayal while he did nothing just stand there idly looking ethereal, still managing to have you in his chokehold.

“Do you even love me?” No matter how hard you tried to fight it the dam broke. A tear slid down your face, quickly followed by another, then yet another, till it felt like a little stream down your face. You forced yourself to look him in the eyes, the pain and anger burning in them. His eyes also full of pain but you couldn’t read anything more. There were times you thought you could read his emotions… What a fool you were.

Your body started to shake trying to hold violent sobs wanting to break through. No matter how much you were fighting it you were starting to break down as if already knowing the answer. Subtly wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to hold yourself, to prevent breaking down even more. You hated feeling this weak. Hated that you couldn’t control yourself. Hated that you had to break down in front of him like this! To show him your weakness…

It was as if Minho awoke from the trance he was in, in the tenth of the second his arms were gently cradling your face and his lips were connected to yours, giving you probably the most passionate kiss you had ever received.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. The tears really felt like tiny rivers on your face, no matter how many times Minho tried to gently rub them from your face with his thumbs they just wouldn’t stop coming. The kiss was gentle yet firm, it tasted salty from both your tears (probably mostly yours) but still familiarly sweet. His lips moved against yours in determination, as if to show you his feelings the only way he knew how.

You felt like your body and mind were on overdrive feeling too many emotions at once, not fully knowing how to react. You tried to resist the urge to reciprocate the kiss but you almost immediately folded, almost quite literally because now if not Minho’s hands  migrating from your face to your waist you weren’t sure you would be able to be stand. Yor body felt like it was completely shutting down and you felt like you were at his mercy and based on how tightly he held you against his body and how fiercely he was kissing you he wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon. And he didn’t, he only leaned his head back a little to give you time to catch your breath.

“I’m cruel as you said, and mean and cold and I most definitely don’t deserve such an amazing person as you by my side, I’m not even worthy of your forgiveness! You didn’t deserve to be told you’re clingy or overbearing or some shit like that when you’ve been so supportive, so kind, so patient and loving towards me when we both know I didn’t do shit to earn it.” His broken voice pulled on your heartstrings, no matter how angry you felt it was whole another pain to feel him talk so about himself. Minho lifted your hands and carefully kissed both of them, his hands slightly trembling. He looked you in the eyes, and for a second you were taken aback with the sea, no ocean of emotions in them. “I’m really sorry I hurt your feelings. There’s nothing I can say to justify my actions, but I promise you I never meant any of my words. I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible boyfriend to you but please trust me when I say, I love you with my whole heart, with everything I have and everything I am, please never doubt that.”

You stood like that for a second or two, maybe even a minute, unable to find words to say. You didn’t even now what you were feeling. Everything inside was a mess. Sighing in defeat you held your hand forward, Minho’s confused eyes snapping at them then at you in a second.

“Take me home.”

Minho took your hand without even thinking twice.

***

You knew you said that you felt a bit more sober earlier but that turned out to be a lie because you still felt so queasy getting in your bed felt like climbing the mount Everest and that with Minho’s help, who didn’t once let go of your hand and helped you with every step of your night routine. None of you had said a word since you held in your hand to him. You knew he was nervous based on the slight trembling you felt from time to time as you held his hand but honestly you didn’t know what you were going to say to him.

“I texted everyone that you’re home safe and that you’re going to sleep.” Minho broke the silence, his voice a bit coarse. You looked at him which made him look even more nervous. If not the circumstances you would find his unsureness and even shyness absolutely endearing. “There’s water and painkillers on your bedside table.” A nod from you, you were tired, you felt like you could sleep for a whole day.

You quickly came back to your senses when he let go of your hand. “You should go to sleep now, I will leave you to rest.”

Thankfully you managed to grab his wrist before he could leave. “Where are you going?“ Minho looked taken aback, clearly not expecting you to reach out for him.

“I thought you would want some space.” He sounded defeated.

You groaned as you fell on your bed. “God we really need to work on our communication skills. I promise I will tell you if I ever need space from you, now get in bed. There’s no way I’m letting you out of house on 3 am or whatever time it is, it’s late!”

After a second of silence you opened your eye to check on Minho, to see if he was here and you weren’t talking to yourself like a lunatic. The sight made your breath hitch. He had the softest smile adorning his face as he watched you, his eyes full of love, you had never seen him smiling at you like that.

“Careful or I might think you care for me.” There he was being a little shit you knew and loved, had to ruin a moment. you made sure to groan as loudly and as dramatically as possible.

“Minho I swear to God! Get in bed or I am going to make you sleep on the floor!” You tried to threaten but the smile that broke through your face wasn’t fooling anyone.

Minho didn’t waste a second and almost immediately you were pulled into a hug, your head smushed against his chest which beat wildly as if in joy.

“I could have given you a second to change you know, I think I might have something you can change into…” Minho didn’t let you finish your sentence -“Let me just hold you for a second, please.”

Not wanting to deny him you wrapped your arms around him and held him just as tight. Both of you feeling content being in each other’s arms, finally feeling calm and most importantly safe.

“I love you.” You heard Minho mutter against your skin, he was so still you thought he had fallen asleep. You looked up at him, there was that gaze again, so full of love and tenderness. Not even trying to hide your smile you leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. “I know. I love you too.”

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[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

fang i need 119 with yuuta so bad i think my world will collapse if i dont get it

✮  119 + yuuta okkotsu | “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

✮ tags ; fem!reader (no gendered language. reader is wearing a skirt + blouse and has boobs), femdom, dirty talk, boss yuuta x subordinate reader, some alcohol, premature ejaculation yippeee.

✮ a/n ; don't even rmb what prompt list this is from but here. do not know if this is what u mean anon but this is what i got for u.

Yuuta is not very subtle when leers at you.

You try not to make him anymore self-conscious than need be. He's your superior for one, and for the most part - he's mature, empathetic, and calm. You're fond of him both in general but also as your boss and appeciate his competency when the rest of your team is making your head spin. You'd hate for anyone else to take his place.

He's got a knack for keeping things in order when they're about ready to fall apart.

And he's nice - well loved by women in the office for being handsome and kind and hated by men for being popular with them.

You don't know when it is, exactly, that he starts looking at you in that way. You only know that you don't especially mind.

Yuuta has little tells when he's staring at you during work.

The soft jut of his lips, the mild nerves of his smile, the way his eyes don't stay in the same place when you talk or wear something with the slightest bit of skin. It's weird. Before you noticed this about Yuuta, you never saw him in any sort of way.

He's a nice guy and he's a good boss, but you're not one to crush easily. You like Yuuta as is, and have never considered complicating that on the whims of things like attraction or a passing thought. You don't particularly need to get laid nor are you starving for that sort of attention.

Before you notice, you never have anything but work appropriate thoughts. But after you notice, you think that you really, really want to bully him about it.

When the opportunity presents itself to do that, you do - even though it is a bad idea.

Your boss is pretty cute when he's tipsy. He's also, maybe predictably, easy. It didn't take any amount of pushing to get him to bring you home. One pouty word of concern about going home so late and a little pushing up against his arm and he practically collapses under the pressure. The fact he let you cling to his arm and rub up on him the entire car ride makes you think he's probably letting you do this for one reason or another.

So, it's easy to convince him to take you home. Just like it's easy to convince him to take you inside, to help you on the couch, to get you water, to stay a while or maybe stay the night since the last train is about to go anyway.

This is how you get Yuuta on your couch with his pants unzipped.

"Yuuta-san," Your voice is sing-songy. Normally, you're a touch more careful with this kind of thing but you're not sober enough to bother with it as you slide up next to him. He's flushed pink, wide-eyed. "You look nervous."

"W-we shouldn't," He swallows and looks over at you where you're pressed against his side. Your blouse is unbuttoned, nothing but your pencil "I shouldn't've—"

"Oh, don't be like that. You've been giving me looks for a while now, right? Did you think I didn't notice?"

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. How cute. "I'm very sorry."

"It's okay," You nuzzle up to him softly and he does not bother pushing you away even slightly. "I'm saying I don't mind it. But a little won't hurt right?"

He's stiff as you scoot in as close to him as you can, reaching you over to the front of his slacks. His hard-on, half-mast, betrays his sense of hesitance. You watch as he drops his head back, palm cupping the hard outline with amusement. You lean, lips close to his ear.

"Can't go home like this, Yuuta-san. I'll help you if you say please, okay?"

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes before shutting them. "Please..."

You grin a little. "Good boy."

He lets out a pathetic little whimper that makes the corners of your mouth twitch. Wordlessly, undo the zipper of his slacks - reaching your hand into his waist band and sliding it over his cock. It's hard now, twitching under your touch. Yuuta is sensitive. You're sticking so close to his side you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the way he's holding it all in.

You pull his length out slowly, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his shaft. His cock is long and pretty. The tip of it is already drooling like you've been touching him for hours, ruddy with need. You stroke him in your hands, feeling for all the veins under his shaft. Holding it and seeing the length and weight. You crass him like that slowly, cupping his balls lightly before jerking him off again.

All of the touch leaves Yuuta gasping. He tries his best not to make any noise, but his voice comes out in a whine anyway. Usually such a gentle, kind of voice - broken and throaty as his dick twitches and leaks helplessly in your hand.

"Yuuta-san, be honest." You hum curiously. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

He makes shameful face, closing his eyes even tighter. "Yes. I'm sorry,"

"Oh, you said it so easily," You reply, amused. "Pervert."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry - I won't do it again,"

"Instead of touching yourself, isn't this better? Don't you think my pussy will feel good around your cock, Yuuta-san? You can peep as much as you like but that means this is mine for the time being, okay?"

You're barely stroking him hard when you feel him twitch suddenly. Glancing down, you watch as balls tighten - expose stomach flexing it's muscles as Yuuta lets out a loud choked moan. You feel him in your palms - hard, hot cock trembling before it shoots out a thick load of cum into your fingers.

Your eyes widen in mild surprised as you watch him squirm, chasing the high with his hips - aimlessly fucking into the little hole made by your hand. He can't stop cumming. It's drenching your fingers, making them sticky as you stroke him through it.

He finishes with his chest heaving, still cumming in little spurts. You can't help but giggle at how whiny he is.

"Didn't think you were such a quick shot, Yuuta-san." Before he can respond, you bring your fingers up to your mouth and lick the cum off. "Not bad."

He stares at you jaw dropped, looking so embarrassed he could die. You think he looks a little cute like that.

"Oh, it's already up again," You smile, watching him go half hard so quickly. His blush deepens. "Since you were honest, guess I should let you fuck me forreal."

He looks at you with wide, wet eyes and pouty lips. Yes, you know the look well by now.

He takes a deep breath and stares at you longingly.

"...Please."

[cosmicstrawberrycake]

HAIII okay buttered noodles r 10/10 what :0 ummmm I forgot what I was gonna ask hold on

HAII!! thank u for reminding me to post this oneshot!! somehow!! 0_<

(thank you for the buttered noodle appeciation <3!!)

cashier!hange zoë meet cute!!

part two maybe!! :3 i'll be back in a little bit with a cowboy!hange request!! i've had this one in the drafts for a while hehe ^^ (divider creds to @/cinnamoncafe!!)

part one

hange tapped their fingers on their register, absentmindedly glancing around the empty convenience store. soft bossa nova was playing in the background, soothing their brain into mush. it didn’t help with how hot the sun was- the whirring of the A/C practically coaxed them into nap time.

they needed to stay awake though. to see you.

about 3 months ago, the janky automatic doors had opened to reveal the most stunning human being they'd ever seen- which just so happened to be yourself.

you hadn’t done much to win their affection, but the simple way you had strolled in, bought a snack, and literally just complimented their hair made Hange fall head over heels in love.

it embarrassed them that they barely knew anything about you- how could someone be so deeply in love and so utterly clueless at the same time???

that didn’t matter now though. what mattered now was that their watch them it was 3pm- the exact hour you’d be showing up.

Eand sure enough, two minutes later, you strode into the shop, shooting Hange a smile that made their knees turn to jelly and their heart skip a concerning amount of beats.

oh gods- what were they going to say?? internally, Hange cursed themself heavily. they were a scientist for heavens sake- shouldn’t they be prepared for any outcome??

they followed your slow figure throughout the store closely, resting their hand on their palm like a little kid making googly eyes at their crush.

when they heard the sound of your shoes clacking against the tile floors, Hange immediately sprang back up to assume their usual cashier position.

nervously, they shot you a grin as you placed your items on their counter, trying their best to seek as normal as humanly possible.

“hey, you’re hange, right?” they perked up hopefully. “levi’s friend?” a fist of disappointment punched them square in the face.

yet another gorgeous girl was going to ask them to set her up with levi ackerman- Hange’s best friend and fellow bandmate.

mentally letting out a deep sigh, they responded.

“yeah, that’s me. why’re you asking?” they playfully quirked up one eyebrow. “wait, wait, let me guess- you want me to set you up with him?"

almost immediately you made a fake gagging noise, much to Hange’s surprise. “sorry, sorry!! that’s kinda rude of me. he’s just like… not my type. if you get what I mean.”

hange thanked whatever generous deity had blessed them today, because OH MY GOD YOU WERE QUEER!!!

“oh, yeah no, i totally get that. i swing that way myself.” they chuckled, scanning another one of your items. “but- why would ya ask about Levi if you didn’t want to fuck him or something?”

you gave hange a quick once-over with a look of disbelief, like they’d just said something absolutely outrageous.

“i knew you guys hung out and- i wanted to get closer to you.” intense eye contact ensues. “you seem like a cool person and… we knew each other in highschool, so it’d be cool to reconnect.”

hange’s brain immediately stopped working. you went to the same school as them??? surely they would’ve remembered someone as breathtaking as you being in the same vicinity as them!!

“oh, for real? I don’t really remember highschool at all!” a plain lie. they could tell you every single detail about every day they were in that building since freshman year.

"wait, actually?" you raised an eyebrow at them. "are you sure? i was in, like, all of your classes every year. we did tons of projects together too..."

shiiiittttt... how were they going to salvage this??

"cooool. man, i wish i could remember you, you seem really interesting..." hange sighs dramatically and leans against the counter, putting on their strange nerd charm as much as possible. "if only there were some way for us to connect again, after all this time..."

they deeply exhale once more, halfheartedly scanning the last of your items while looking up at you through their oval shaped glasses.

"if you want my number you should just ask for it, dork." you giggled at their antics, sliding forward a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

for about a solid minute, hange stood there, staring at the piece of paper you had given them.

was this actually happening?

"oh, sweeeeet! thanks."

they stood there smiling like it was the medieval times they'd been given a dozen cows or something.

now, hange was frozen. which you hadn't prepared for.

it seemed they had two ways they could be excited: the first way was the most common, where they ran around screaming while flapping their hands, a triumphant glimmer in their eyes.

the second way was... this. they would be staring at something unblinkingly, a impossibly wide smile plastered on their lips, completely silent.

"uh... hange? you alright there?"

they look up from the note, the blinding sunlight from the dirty store windows making their irises look like deep, dark pools of honey. cliche, i know.

"yeah! yeah- i could never be better, honestly." hange clears their throat, trying to look as unflustered as possible.

"well, i've gotta go. got some errands to run before i crash tonight." you shoot them a quick smile- they try not to melt. "you'll call me later, won't you?"

hange tried their best to hold back their wide grin, nodding as they slid forward the plastic bag full of your goodies.

"i'll see ya later, cutie."

the second you left the store, their entire body immediately relaxed and an unfamiliar warmth creeped up onto their cheeks.

for the first time in forever, they are absolutely smitten.

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[sorry if this isn't very good !! i'm going thru a yucky writer's block, so this was just a quick thing i needed to put out, hehe ^^]

[l3st1b0urn3s-707]

Ok, now that I've finished Wind and truth there are some things I really want to talk about, not only about WaT, but Stormlight in general (this is probably going to be a long post).

While reading this book I didn't feel as inmersed in the story as I did with Rythm of war, probably because I read WaT so fast, and RoW is my favourite cosmere book and that was hard to top. However, I didn't think I would've felt as nostalgic reading it as I did.

Now, I started The way of kings in december 2022, arround christmas time, and I spent all of 2023 reading Stormlight with some other cosemere novels in between, so I didn't have to wait much until book 5 came out. But remembering little moments from prior books like the bridge runs, or the training in the chasms and all that stuff really made me feel very emotional.

And one thing I trully love about this series and that's had me tearing up for the last few days is the amazing representation of mental health struggles, which is so present all troughout the books. Because if I had to highlight just one thing about this series is how seen it's made me feel. When I started reading Stormlight I wasn't very well mentally, and even if i didn't have the exact same struggles as Kaladin or Shallan I realized that in some ways my feelings/ thoughts were really similar. I'm much better now and I've been working on it for quite some time, and I really love how wonderful it's been to be able to grow with this characters and kinda go through this process with them, and on the bad days, taking some time to remember that things will get better.

So, even if Wind and truth wasn't my favourite Stormlight book, I really loved it and I'm extremely thankful for its release. I'm very excited to see how the story will evolve in later books, and I'll definitely be there for it. For the moment I just wanted to take some time to appeciate what this journey has been so far, and we'll continue it together until it reaches its destination!

[nanamikenyoubemine]

best mistake -

halloween! cowboy gojo satoru x cop reader

summary : seeing long time friend gojo satoru at a halloween party in a slutty cowboy outfit pisses you off with how good he looks.

in the tight little cop costume you were in, you ignore him and dance with others all night long. until youre bored and getting a drink, and satoru is tired of beating around the bush.

he isnt the one, but he’s the best mistake you’ve ever had.

tags/warnings: afab reader, smut, choking (slightly), dirty talk, shameless smut, backshots, sloppy head, semi-public sex, based on that one fanart of him ykwim

a/n: hello! this is my first post here and id LOVE some requests of any characters. these are posted under irumao on ao3 (me just diff user sorry) and if you’d like to go leave kudos i’d appeciate it!

it had taken you an annoying amount of time to get ready today. it probably would’ve been faster if you hadn’t been pregaming with your best friend. arriving at the party, you immediately moved to the dancefloor and began having fun, ignoring the awful eye contact you kept making with gojo satoru.

satoru and you had met a few years back and were..friends. you had never done anything, but the tension was always there.

your costume accentuated your ass, and you knew it looked good. being just a tiny little bit of a tease, you would make eye contact with him just to turn you back towards him to keep dancing.

after what felt like hours dancing, you stumble to get a drink.

“fancy seeing you here” satoru smirks, “thought you were a good girl” he says as his eyes roam up and down the slutty cop costume you were wearing.

you rolled your eyes at him, since he knew you were one to party, just not at his parties. frankly, you really did not need to see him suck face with some whore (or maybe more than one!), so you always went to every other party.

”guess you don’t know me that well” you reply, taking a sip of your cup which has some fruity mixture that does little to drown out the burn of tequila in it as it slides down your throat.

“ouch, thought we had grown into friends” he teases, and you laugh slightly. its hard for you to stay annoyed with him, even if you knew you guys were far from friends.

“so what, are you gonna arrest me for being too hot?” he says, gesturing down his body at the incredibly attractive cowboy outfit he had on that did little to hide his toned body. his black button up with quite a few undone buttons looked horrifically great on him, and you cursed yourself for letting your eyes linger so long.

“depends, you gonna let me cuff you?” you teasingly bit your lip as you grin, turning into his body and looking up at him. its hard to gauge his eyes with the blindfold hes wearing, but you imagine he’s looking back down at you.

and that’s all it took. well, that and a few more drinks for satoru to have you up against a wall in the hallway, kissing down your neck. he tugs your hair just slightly roughly to get a better view of your neck, smirking as he looks at you swallow before he nips at it. as he’s leaving sloppy kisses and all kinds of hickeys over your neck, his knee presses up against the space in between your legs, rubbing against your core.

you gasp at the contact, and with your mouth agape, satoru takes his change to kiss you and slide his tongue in. you moan into the kiss, and that just seems to get him even more worked up as his hand lightly clasps around your neck, the other cupping your ass and lifting your leg up against him.

“satoru…” you moan out between kisses, and he moves down low to your breasts, kissing along the cleavage that you left unzipped in this sexy little outfit. “someone’s gonna see us..” you say, your hand moving up to his hair.

“why should i give a fuck?” he says, moving to continue the unzipping you’ve graciously already started for him the second you showed up at the party. “you wanted my attention so badly, and now that you have it, you wanna get picky?”

”not everythings for you, you dick” you mumble, but your protests are drowned out when his unusually large hands move to rub at your already soaking heat. “maybe not, but you don’t seem to be opposed to me having you.” he slides a finger into you, “you don’t seem opposed at all”

you gasp out a jumble of curses as he pumps into you, ranging from his name to words you don’t even remember. when he adds a second finger, all you can think about is how good it feels. you can feel him scissoring his fingers in there, and you immediately assume the rumor is true: gojo satoru has a big dick.

it’s obvious, really, look at him. but with the way he’s stretching you with just his fingers, you know he’s preparing you for him. “satoru..” you mumble out, your hand reaching his face. he practically rips your costume off, which would’ve been more dramatic if the costume wasn’t cheap material.

“no panties?” he grins, “off.” you say, your hand still on his face. “use your words”

“i want your blindfold off” you say, to which he smirks, “if that’s what you want.”

now its satoru, you should’ve guessed he wasn’t going to give you exactly what you wanted, but you couldn’t complain either as he spun you around and pressed you to face against the wall. he take the blindfold and slides it around your neck, where he can pull on it from behind. he tugs at it and boasts in how easily you choke and back up.

“good girl” he grins, unbuckling his belt. he pulls your hips out to get you all pretty and presented for him. his greedy hands grip at your ass, before he pulls out his achingly hard cock and rubs it in between your folds, spreading his precum all over.

“stop teasing me and shove it in” you groan, getting frustrated at the feeling of his cock and it not being inside you where you need it most. he smirks, “as you wish”

he slams inside you, his large cock stretching you open violently. you wished you had waited for him to tease you instead because the fullness you feel inside you is almost too much. moaning out his name, he pistons inside you, giving you no time to adjust to his size.

”you’re so fucking tight” he groans, “which is shocking since i know you’re a fucking slut”

“satoru” you moan, letting him fuck you raw and rough, even though you were used to sex more gentle and protected.

“what? gonna protest?” he slams into you particularly hard, “i know you’re a whore, letting me fuck you like this.”

you whine as his thrusts are fast and hard, almost like they are meant to punctuate his words, “fuck you were made for my cock.”

the sounds of his grunts and occasional spankings, and your moans and choked up cries from the blindfold around your neck, were all drowned out by the feeling of you getting close.

“im gonna cum” you moan, to which he abruptly pulls out of you. the loss of contact makes you whine, and he turns you to face him. he takes the blindfold off your neck as he kisses you before he balls the blindfold up and stuffs it into your mouth. the handcuffs that were once on your costume he is now putting around your wrists. he picks up your thighs and tells you to jump, which you do, and his hard cock bobs against his abdomen.

you get a view of it, and its bigger now that youre gazing at it. he pulls your hands up to pin them (which are cuffed) above your head, and then he shoves himself back inside you. you feel yourself bounce against the wall, and you can also can feel the drool slide down your chin around the blindfold. he smirks, dipping his head to lather his spit across your bouncing tits.

he begins to suck on them, still shoving himself in you again and again. you begin to feel the high you felt earlier, on the verge of cumming all over his fat cock.

“satoru” you mumble, but its hard to tell what youre saying from your mouth being stuffed. “gonna cum”

“go ahead baby”, he says, fucking you will deep thrusts that reach spots in you no one has ever touched before. you cum all over his cock, and he stills, trying to stop himself from cumming inside you but letting you ride the high of being full. once you’ve calmed down a little, he withdraws and pulls back, allowing you to sink to your knees.

immediately you look up and move to wrap your mouth onto his cock, determined to finish him off. you tease the head before taking as much as you could into your mouth (which wasn’t even half of it).

sucking harder, satoru gets a handful of your hair and slowly slides his cock in to touch the bottom of your throat, and he groans out in pleasure. he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to hurt you but chasing his own orgasm. a tear slips from your eye at how full your mouth is, and after what seemed like an eternity, you hear him curse and cum, all of it spurting into your mouth.

he pulls out, cum leaking down your chin. you swallow and lick your lips clean, standing weakly. satoru takes his button up off, leaving him in a wife beater, as he wraps it around your body.

“let me take you home.”

[cookierunzombieau]

WELCOME FOLKS TO THE NEW COOKIE RUN KINGDOM ZOMBIE AU!! Main DNI List. You know who you are. (No pro, com, incest, adultxchild shippers here. That shit is NASTY.) "But Cookie's don't have canon ages!!! It's okay!!' Buddy, check the wiki and you will find the cookie's listed as children. I don't wanna hear it. Mod: I'm Mod Spooky, current owner of the AU, if I get my friends to join this with me then maybe there'll be more, idk yet. I go by any pronouns, and I'm a minor, do NOT say freaky shit in the ask box, please and thank you. TONE TAGS ARE APPRECIATED!! I cannot understand tone through text, so tone tags are appeciated!! Questions and info on the AU ↓↓

Green for AU questions and answers, blue for mod questions and answers!! "What's this all about?" Glad you asked! As if you couldn't tell by the name, it's a zombie/infection AU made by me! Spookee (or Spooky). Licorice Cookie wants to control cookies instead of just his bone servants so he goes and tries to make a potion to test his mind control on one of the members of the Cookie's of Darkness, but it doesn't go so well. He ends up making a potion that turns the other cookies into crumbly and soggy cookies! Just like zombies from real life!! "What are you making it on?" Cookie Run Comic Studio! "Why and how did you get this idea?" I'm an absolute SUCKER for Zombie, Infection, and Highschool AU's. I enjoy them greatly, and I even have a few idea's for ones for the Spooky Month fandom too!! "Why Licorice Cookie?" Because his dumbass would do that shit bruh 😭/silly/pos Dark Enchantress wouldn't do that, she wouldn't have even ordered Licorice Cookie to do this because they're not being controlled by her, but by the potion. "Why isn't it hand drawn?" Cause my art sucks doodooasswater. But for certain zombie designs (coming in the future maybe) I will be making them or asking my friend to make them for me!! Also I am NOT drawing shit for this because I own the AU here bruh. "How frequent will you update?" I have school, laziness, and overall instances of lack of motivation, so I really don't know. I will try to update atleast once a month if I remember! "Do you have a story and plot?" Not?? really?? I write everything without script or idea because I didn't think this through so like, I dunno. I'm just pulling this shit outta my ass, bruh😭🙏 "Will any ships be in this?"

It really depends on the ship and who stays alive or not. I'll try to include every cookie that's currently in Cookie Run (version 6.3.101 - Fire Spirit and Agar Agar Update.) Ships? I am unsure. I'm not much of a shipper unless we're counting Burning Spice X Shadow Milk, but even then it's unlikely, trying to keep everything as Canon as I possibly can. "Will canon ships be in this?" Although many are heavily implied (like PureLily) they probably won't be in this AU due to personal preference (I have a dislike for White Lily and others) and for some unwanted angst for the plot and storyline, I personally find it irrelevant. So no, any ships will not be canon in this. Friendships are allowed (Cone Cup Trio, Gingerbrave and his friends, the Ancients). "Are you taking fanart?" (if i get any lmao/silly) Yes I am! Just submit it through the ask box and I'll post it here so everyone can see it!! Or just @ me and I'll reblog it!/gen "Are you going to include the dead people in this?" YES!/pos. It's an AU so I get to do whatever, everyone who's dead? REVIVED!! Not giving any spoilers as to who is dead in the canon and who isn't. "Are you accepting help from fans?" No I am not/lh. Story and plot ideas? No thank you. Not taking requests from fans, I wouldn't like to be involved in drama regarding that./gen/lh IF YOU HAVE ANYMORE QUESTIONS THEN SUBMIT IT IN THE ASK BOX AND I'LL GET TO THEM I SWEAR!!/GEN/VPOS