#I don't wanna fail so I have to keep on studying

[hirunoka]

Today's mood

[pertinax--loculos]

Snippet of the Day

Work tomorrow, ugh. Hoping to maybe skate (or just exercise) in the morning, then get some writing done before I have to go to work. At 5pm. Which is, like, soul-destroying. 😭 But still! We do what we must. 🙃

Oh hey, would you look at that, we're back to Darius again 🙄 (obsessed):

Darius

I cradle his face in my hand and he looks at me like I’m someone who can be saved. And I’m not. I’m not. But with his mouth on mine I feel like maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.

[leikeliscomet]

When it comes to asexual allyship a lot of people wanna have their cake and eat it too (pun unintended). People like a lil 'aces are valid' moment but don't actually unpack compulsory sexuality. People see sexless queer representation and always clock puritanism before they ever clock asexuality. No one's actually reading the ace theory and texts coming out. Everyone keeps doing surprised Pikachu faces whenever a conservative or TERF says they're against asexuality despite the fact ace activists have been saying since day conservatives are not anti sex but anti sexual autonomy. 'Aces are queer' until we actually are. Even ace support posts keep ending with some expectation or condition that asexuality is #valid as long as asexuals still perform a small quota of sex/sexual activity. I'm so over 'Aces still have sex!' 'Aces are hot' Aces are sexy' 'Aces aren't virgin vanilla prude sexless puritans!' disguised as support.

Like no. Sorry. Until you accept that some asexual people's no is permanent, that some asexual's singleness is permanent, that some asexual's childless-ness is permanent, that some asexuals are the 'no' in little to no sexual attraction and i'd say most importantly, that queer sexlessness isn't a biological, social or moral failing, I don't believe you'll ever genuinely support asexuality. (In reverse, I also feel similar about aromanticism and romance).

Like a lot of u haven't gone beyond 'the a isn't for ally' and it shows. I don't want people to support asexuals just because we're soooo hot or because we write the best smut apparently or because we could have hypothetical sex or because we could do hypothetical kink or because our minds are soooo dirty actually or because we'd do romance reallllyyyy well or because we can still have kids or because asexuals hand out water bottles at the orgy or some shit. I want people to support asexuality because no sexuality is deviant and it's basic human decency.

EDIT: U lot really like this post huh. Well it's blown up again and the point's been lost so let's wrap that up:

'But op, some asexuals DO have sex/I'm an acespec that has sex/I'm a non asexual person what about meeee :(' pt 2, pt 3

'There's asexual studies OP??/Where's the asexual studies OP?'

EDIT 2: Yeah I'm locking this one up until u lot get better reading comprehension. If you genuinely, unironically, deadass believe this post is anti-sex favourable, anti-demi, anti-grey, pro-gold star/black stripe ace or even TERF rhetoric for saying asexuals don't need to have sex to be supported as human beings then compulsory sexuality has a done an absolute number one you. Read asexual theory. Look at the follow up posts I'm so tired of repeating myself.

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── highlighter? what's that?

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: very much inspired by the video hyun did with risabae <3 very self indulgent; hyun's a cutiepie and i wanna squish his cheeks. i hope you enjoy!! <3

“Baby, what is this?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone in wonder, raising both eyebrows as you thrust a pink, round, and strange-looking sponge in his face.

He pauses, gaze finding yours, scoffing as your smile widens.

“A beauty blender. How stupid do you think I am?”

You can't help but laugh, putting the item away to cradle his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Stupid isn't a word I actively associate with you, my love.”

You can feel him melt at your words, and as he leans into the touch to capture your lips, you pull back to get another product, as committed to the bit as one could be.

“What about this?”

Hyunjin is confused, a pout settling over his pillowy lips. He studies the pencil in your hand, stopping at the blunt tip that can barely tell him what color it's supposed to be anymore.

“Is this one of my drawing pencils? But I don't remember owning such a shade.” He takes it from your hand to have a closer look, studying it curiously. “A crayon?”

“A crayon, baby?”

He nods, smiling brightly. “I didn't know you got back into coloring! I'm so glad!”

He's too cute to disagree with, so your only response is a smile full of fondness as you turn away from him once again, setting the lip liner aside.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw this on tiktok.” Hyunjin groans loudly, letting his head fall back against the couch in the most dramatic manner he could muster. “It’s looked like so much fun! All you have to do is name these products you've seen me use hundreds of times.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. “Nothing from that app can be fun.”

“So, you're not having fun?” You pout, trying to meet his eyes and weaken his defences.

Silence greets your question for a few heartbeats which aids you in hearing the gears in Hyunjin’s head working overtime, pondering over his next words.

Eventually, he sighs and grumbles under his breath. “I didn't say that...”

When Hyunjin returns to sitting properly, you hold up a familiar product he is bound to guess even with his eyes closed.

“That's lipstick. Your favorite one. You love peppering kisses all over my face while wearing it just so it would stain my skin.”

Your grin is so wide that your cheeks start to hurt, happiness contagious as it pulls the same smile from your previously grumpy boyfriend. “Great job, baby!” You clap, reaching out to run your hand through his short hair, the texture that has him resembling a hedgehog pleasant on your skin. As expected, he leans into your touch once again, like a moth drawn to a flame, or a cat craving affection after a whole day spent apart. At this point, you’re sure he’s not even aware of how often he does it.

“I got it right.” He mumbles, grabbing your other hand before you can run away to plant soft kisses all over your knuckles. “Now where’s my reward?”

“A reward?” You ask, raising a curious brow while your hand stills on his head. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Your heart flutters, somehow still not used to his characteristic boldness that never shies away from expressing what he desires, making you go weak in the knees without fail.

You weren’t done with him yet, but Hyunjin did have a point – his patience deserved a reward after getting roped into another one of your schemes, even though you could always tell he loved your spontaneous mind and silly ideas.

Without a word, you dip down to plant a sweet kiss on his awaiting lips, one that lingers for as long as you’re both willing to get lost in each other. Which is a long time, an eternity if only your need for air didn’t butt in every few minutes to ruin the moment.

His strong arms circle your waist, keeping you in place as he kisses all of your thoughts away. His cheeky tongue caresses your bottom lip as if politely asking for entrance. You comply, only for a fleeting moment, allowing him to taste you as your hands squish his cheeks together, unable to help yourself.

When you pull away, you’re both a little out of breath, lips red and slick with each other’s saliva. Hyunjin’s looking up at you after resting his chin above your stomach, eyes full of the love only you can ignite in him, and the sight doesn’t fail to pull on your sensitive heartstrings.

Gently, with utmost care, you wipe at his bottom lip, causing his hold on you to tighten and pull you even closer, almost seating you on his lap.

Somehow, you manage to twist your body in his embrace and reach for the next product, still not willing to give up on your game.

“Baby,” you coo, caressing his jaw, “do you recognize this one?”

Releasing you, Hyunjin reaches for the small product that looks even tinier in his big hands, inspecting it thoroughly. He’s turning it around, analyzing it from every angle, before finally figuring out how to open it. A gasp escapes his full lips as a cloud of glitter greets him, the particles flying in his face like they too longed for a chance at his love, to touch and kiss his face like you were just doing minutes prior.

“It’s so shiny.” He mumbles, in awe of all the colorful hues he can see in the white powder. “Is this the thing you put on your eyes? What was it called?”

You can’t help but laugh, your heart growing in size at the adorable look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows you had to hold yourself back from kissing away. “I guess you can use it on your eyes as well, yeah.”

“It’s a highlighter, Hyun.”

“Highlighter?” Hyunjin whispers, still as lost as ever, searching his mind for all the memories in which he’s witnessed you use this thing.

You nod, grabbing his hand to help him dip his fingers in, gently. “See how it sparkles?”

Hyunjin is mesmerized, staring at the swatch you just did on his hand with the curiosity of a little kid that just received a new, shiny toy he couldn’t bring himself to tear out of the package yet.

The sight is so endearing that your heart threatens to jump out of your chest at any second, leaving you behind in favor of finding a new home among Hyunjin’s other organs, deeming him more worthy. That’s why, you let her dictate your next move, leaning down to sweetly peck his lips once again, a kiss he returns automatically.

Now, he’s frowning because of a whole other reason, holding himself back from chasing after your lips. “I got it wrong though?”

You shake your head, beaming. “It doesn’t matter. Your cuteness deserves a reward either way.”

The last thing you see is his bright smile before you turn your back to him again, reaching for the eyelash curler that is bound to give him some trouble.

Once Hyunjin’s doe eyes settle on the small piece of metal in your hands, his smile vanishes as an emotion resembling fear clouds the chocolate color.

“Absolutely not! Get that torture device away from me!”

Oh, how much you loved your boyfriend and his dramatic antics.

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[oreo-creampies]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: quiet nerd!pleasure dom!choso, heavy praise/light degradation, dacryphilia, choso has a size kink, choso’s pov, oral (giving and receiving), knife play/no blood, light pain kink, pussy drunk/obsessed choso, squirting, fingering, light begging, light choking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @vampress7; Hi baby girl I hope you’re doing well, I have an idea: nerdy, loner, and unassuming freak choso who absolutely wrecks reader after class during a study session ((I need this so badly))

‘He is wearing those sweat pants, I keep sneaking glances at his cock, I'm dying of thirst! He can feed me his cum! I don't really care much for giving blow jobs but something about Choso makes me wanna gobble his cock till he is a whiny mess.’

‘Damn ily but you’re down too bad for a man you haven't even touched.’

‘I cant help it! Have you seen Choso?! I want to hear how he sounds when he cums.’

‘Aren’t yall supposed to study for friday’s exam you can’t fail this one!’

Writen in your text bar; ‘its hard to focus on what he’s saying. Choso’s thick arms in his black muscle t-shirt’

Choso’s cheeks are burning, his ego swelling, nerves churning, and disbelief whispering. He slides his fingers through his hair. There is no denying you want him.

He glances down at his cock it’s perfectly outlined by his thin sweats. Blood rushes into his cock making him warmer, longer, and thicker with each soft pulse.

Choso decides if you want his cock, you can have it any way you’re willing to take it.

You come back holding the fuzzy stripped criminal. “He broke my lamp, got it cleaned up but he’s grounded. No night time treats.” You bend over for Jasper to jump to the floor, running away from you with his fluffy, sassy tail in the air.

Your shorts rising up your soft ass. “I’d hit ya from the back if I didn't want to see the face you make when you take my fat cock first the first time.” Your beautiful eyes widen when you notice your phone in his hands.

Grabbing his hard cock, stroking himself through his sweats. You glance down. “I’m torn between wanting to fuck that bratty mouth outta ya and eating you out till you’re trembling.” Your mouth looks so sweet and fuckable. You’d look so beautiful sucking his cock with tears running down your face.

“For me to be a good teacher I need to help you focus. If I help you cum will you pay attention more. We can snuggle while we study.” Holding your phone out for you to grab. Quickly discarding it on the coffee table.

His heart beating faster when you get on your knees in front of him. “If you were paying attention to the text then you’d know,” tugging his sweatpants down, “I won't be able to pay attention until I hear what sounds come out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

Moaning when you grab his cock, your hand soft, in your hand his cock has never looked so big before. “You can hear me moaning in your soft cunt. I don't think you understand nnn!” Loudly moaning when you take his cock into your hot wet mouth.

Bobbing your head, taking him deeper with slow strokes soothing the uncomfortable tighteness building in his of his cock. “Honeybun I jerked off to the thought of eating you out before comin’.” Cupping your cheek, jerking hips fucking your soft wet mouth.

“Been slutting you out in my head since ya walked into class.” Choso leans his head back, sliding his fingers through his soft dark hair. “We can do both, Im dying to taste ya sloppy cunt. I'll gag you with my fat cock nnnn oh fuck that’s iiittt! Grabbing a handful of your hair, fucking your soft mouth till spit is dripping down your chin.

Choso is getting off on your beautiful eyes sparkling with tears that trickle down your cheeks. “Are ya gonna be my whore help me take care of my fat cock?” Pulling you off his cock with a soft pop. His too heavy to stand up, hitting his cock.

Grabbing his cock, smacking his tip on your lips. “Wish it stood up, but what can ya do?” He knees wobble when you cup his balls. Lovingly kissing along his cock, easing the ache and tension, with sweet soft pleasure.

Your hand feels so good, his cock softly tingling. Smiling up at him. He can feel his heartbeat in the quickly pulse of his cock. “You’re so perfectly thick and heavy that you hang, nothing wrong with that handsome, it’s perfect.” Licking up his cock, swirling your tongue around his fat head. He groans when watches himself slip inside.

Letting go of your hair, slipping his hands beneath your shoulders. Picking you up, you wrap your soft thighs around his waist. He feels strong holding you close, keeping you safe. “Gonna take good care of you, and your sloppy cunt.”

Squeezing your ass, carrying you with one hand. You grab a handful of his hair, and a tingle shoots down his spine when he feels your nails. “Bedroom is the last room on the right.” Taking you down the hall. “Please all I want is you. Wanna be your whore, ruin anyone else for me with your fat cock.” Trailing loving kissing along his jaw, his cheeks burning.

Opening and shutting the door behind himself. “Ill show you how badly I've been needing ya.” Gently setting you down, closing your curtains. Taking his shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

You’re making quick work of taking your shirt and shorts off. Admiring your beautiful body Choso forgets everything he’s doing. You give him one thought when you spread your legs showing him your soft wet cunt.

He needs to make you cum.

Kneeling, grabbing your soft thighs putting them over his shoulder. “So so so beautiful.” Kissing your soft clit, gently sucking, steadily stroking you with his tongue. Making sure his barbell rubs your clit with his swipe.

Nudging a thick finger into your tight cunt. You’re perfectly soft and wet, clenching his finger. Slowly pumping his finger, he’s going to find your g-spot. Clenching his head with your soft thighs. Grabbing his hair tugging, he groans from the sweet pain.

Focusing on your sweet spot. Taking pride in how easily you tremble because of his tongue and finger.

“They say the quiet ones are freaky, what about you? What do you think about when you're touching yourself?” Choso doesn't want to take his face out from between your legs. He’s found heaven, but he can't ignore your question.

Rising up, causing you to fall on your back, your legs over his broad shoulders. His cock hangs, his tip lightly grazing your soft, wet cunt. “Wanna take you to mine, get you high, give you a safe word,” trapping your head in between his hands, “tie you up, drag a knife across your skin, see you squirm, help you cum, hear you cry and beg to be my sweet little whore.”

His cock aches from having you folded up beneath him. “I wouldn’t mind trying some freak shit, get a knife from the kitchen.” Kissing your forehead, cheeks, and soft cunt. Carefully slipping your legs off his shoulders.

Choso is quick to grab a large knife from your kitchen.

Leaning over you, “Safe word is red.” Lining his cock with your soft cunt, rolling his hip. Dragging the knife up your side, gently kissing your soft lips. Groaning, grinding his thick cock on your sloppy cunt.

Squeezing your neck, pinning your hips with his, keeping you from squirming too much. Slipping his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. You’re so needy, and desperate, digging your nails into his back.

Loosening his grasp on your neck. “Ya good sweetheart?” Dragging the knife over your soft nipple, pulling his cock away. You’re so sexy, stuffing two thick fingers in your sweet cunt. “You’re getting so sloppy for me.” Curling his fingers, remember where your sweet spot is.

Smirking with pride when you moan, “Chooo please please please!” Gliding the knife down your stomach. Marveling at how you squirm, your cunt getting so tight around his thick fingers.

Your cunt’s lips and puffy clit wet, soft and beautiful. “I’m obsessed with how sexy you are begging’ for me, clenching my fingers.” Pressing the side of the knife to your clit, lightly rubbing your clit.

“I’ve been waiting long enough please please fuck me. Need to feel your fat cock in my cunt!” Choso’s cheeks burn with how you’re looking at him. He wants to remember the look of adoration, lust and pleasure on your beautiful face forever.

Lifting the knife off your clit, kissing her. “I didn’t prep ya enough yet sweetheart.” Dragging the knife along your thigh, adding more pressure than before testing what limits you have.

Stroking your clit with his thumb. “Nnnn oh fuck.” Pumping his fingers faster. “Nn- the pain- pleasure-I didn’t think!” You trail off moaning louder, biting your bottom lip, closing your eyes.

Holding the knifes to your neck, “Look at me or I’m stopping, look at whose making your tight little cunt feel so good.” Smiling when you look at him. “That’s it beautiful, lemme see the sweet look into your eyes when you cum. Whose slut are you?”

Rubbing your soft clit faster. “Your’s! All yours my tits, mouth, ass and cunt are all yours.” Dragging the knife down your neck, between your collarbones and swirling around your nipple.

“What are you? Need to hear you say it beautiful.” Messaging your sweet spot at a steady pace. You’re quivering, your cunt squelching, making his cock ache with how hard he is. His pulse quickens, making his head throb.

Swiping your nipple with the knife. “I’m your sexy good lil’ slutttt!!! Nnnn!” You’re squirting on his fingers, fingering your soft, squelching tight cunt. Playing with your puffy clit.

Jerking your hips away, he drags the knife down above your belly. Forcing you to have to keep still, your thick cum trickling from your spasming cunt. “There are so many nasty things I wanna do to you. I’m gonna ruin you, make your cunt crave my cock.” Gliding his fingers out.

Sucking your thick cum off his fingers, groaning from the flavor. Dragging the knife to your sloppy, sensitive cunt, sliding the knife around your sweet cunt. Groaning when your soft cunt clenches around nothing. “Beg for my cock.”

Oreo’s m.list

[scorpioriesling]

OML so good things come it groups of three has had me in a headlock and I don’t want to escape. I have trieddddddd so very hard to find scraps of smth like it and I found nothing😔. So here I am wondering if we the people can get another Liam/Ridoc/Bodhi (or another combination of fw guys if ur feeling silly) x Reader PLEASE 🙏. If you wanna make it a part two or a whole new thing idc Ill eat whatever you give me your writing is AMAZING.

-🎀Anon

Good Things Come in Groups of Three (Round 2)

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Pairing(s): Liam x Ridoc x Bodhi x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, smut

Summary: Studying in the library late at night has your mind wandering… you can blame it on the time of night, the lack of sleep, or simply being alone. Regardless of the excuse, you can’t seem to put those 3 boys out of your mind.

SR’s Note: Thank you for your patience, queen. (; I hope this part 2 measures up to your expectations!! Also, I don’t want to spoil anything, but I do have this group of 3 + reader involved once again!! It’s only a draft right now for Kinktober… so you definitely don’t want to miss out!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Round 1

Your eyes roved over the text, trying to commit it to memory. Jesinia had done you a solid, pulling some of the best tomes for you to study before your test on Friday. Her expertise not only a scribe, but as your friend just might be what saved your grade.

If you could keep your mind from wandering, that is.

You'd caught yourself thinking, more than once, about the utterly insane predicament you'd found yourself in last week. It seemed that every time you turned a page in the textbook, images would race through your mind, each one as dirty as the last.

Liam fucking you in the shower.

Sitting atop Ridoc's face.

Bodhi's dick filling your throat.

...fuck.

You shake your head, the memory only sending more uncomfortable sensations to your core. This wasn't the time, nor the place -- nowhere, would ever be the time or place again. That was a one and done deal; one you'd be much too embarassed to repeat.

As your palms press into your eyes, you turn your attention to the wall clock, trying to make out the numbers it read.

11:57 pm.

Dammit, you hadn't wanted to be here this late. Perhaps all the reading and pouring over the material was good though, as you felt much more prepared for your upcoming exam. However, you'd failed to notice everyone emptying out of the library over the past few hours.

Your breath catches as you glance around, the dark silence of the hall sending a shiver down your spine. You were right, no one was here at this hour; it was simply you, and the stacks of books.

Book stacks you wouldn't mind being fucked against.

Okay, you really had to stop.

Glancing around once more, you slunk down into your chair a little lower, your fingers slowly leaving the table in favor of tracing along your leather pants. The pressure was getting unbearable, every moment of your past rendezvouz replaying in your mind as your panties grew wetter and wetter.

Ridoc's dick felt so good when he made you ride him.

You unzipped your leathers, your fingers slowly making their way underneath. A sigh escapes your lips as your fingertips brush your clothed clit, moving in small circles atop your panties.

Fuck... the sight of Liam jerking off to you too.

A soft whimper leaves your lips, your eyes widening into slits as you glance around one more time. You just had to make sure, certainly, that no one was in here.

Oh Gods... and Bodhi, spanking your ass-

"You do know this is a, public, space, don't you?"

Your eyes fly open, the figure standing just in the shadows of the nearby bookshelf causing your heart to race. Your hand flies from your pants as you shimmy in your chair, working to rezip.

"O-oh my Gods, uhm, oh my Gods-" you fumble, your vision blurred in embarassment as you stare down at your pants. Why wouldn't the damned zipper just fucking work, already?

Your breath hitches as a large, tanned hand moves atop yours. Your cheeks deepen in color, chest still rising and falling as the adrenaline courses through your veins.

"As your trainer," Bodhi says, his voice low. "I'd tell you to fix yourself, and send you to your dorm to finish this matter in private. Alone."

Your eyes slowly look up, meeting his darkened brown ones as he glares at you.

"But, as an interested party, I'm going to tell you to keep going."

You loose a shaky breath, his unforgiving stare a cross between anger and intrigue. You open your mouth to speak, but Bodhi's hand pushes your shoulder back against the back of the chair.

"Don't say a word, Y/N -- you got caught being a bad, bad girl." He tuts, leaning back to sit in the chair next to you. "Now, you answer to me."

You gulp, staying put as he stretches his legs out before him and gets comfortable, folding his muscled arms over his chest. He couldn’t possibly be serious!

"Keep going." He bites out, and you stare at him wide-eyed.

He scoffs. "What, now you can't hear, either? I said keep going." Your fingers fuddle with the waistband of your pants, shaking as you shove your leathers down to your knees.

"Mhm... play with that pussy, like the bad girl you fuckin' are."

Your fingers find your clit once more, the pleasure mounting in your core as Bodhi's eyes are glued to your every move. In an attempt to stifle your moan, your lip catches between your teeth, muffling the whimper. He's hovering over you in an instant, his hand braced against the back of your chair as his lips move mere inches from yours.

"Why so quiet tonight, hm?" He taunts, and you glare up at him as a wave of defiance rushes through you.

"B-because... it's a.. library." You grit out, failing to think of any other comeback. He laughs, full and unabashedly as he shakes his head low, his eyes meeting yours once more.

"You didn't seem to care that this is a library when you started playing with your cunt, though." He draws in a breath, his gaze flickering between your underwear and your face. "Bad riders don't get rewarded, Y/N... they only get punished."

Your heart races as two more figures appear from the shadows, their hungry gazes trained on you and your minstrations. A small swallow in fear is all Bodhi needs before his hands grip at your waist, hauling you atop the table and sending the books scattering to the floor.

"B-Bodhi... what-"

"Ohh, don't act like this isn't what you wanted," Ridoc sneers from beside you. He leans casually against the bookshelf, the obvious tent in his pants indication that maybe he wanted this to happen too.

"Oh, she wanted it alright," Bodhi huffs, grabbing your pants and roughly yanking them down your legs. He shucks your boots off, tossing them over his shoulder before ripping your pants over your feet. "Caught her playing with herself all alone in here."

Liam tsks, flanking the other side of the table as he watches in faux-disappointment. Had they all arranged this? Had they known you'd be in here?

"I-I..."

"Keep your mouth shut," Bodhi demands, yanking his own pants down just enough for his enormous erection to spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight; you'd forgotten how damn big he was.

"You're gonna work off this little violation, alright?" He chuckles, pulling you to the edge of the table so just your ass hung off the wood. His hand wraps around his cock, pumping it twice before sliding it against your soaking folds. You whimper, and he glares down at you.

"And... you'll be quiet if I say so, alright?" He chuckles, pressing the tip of his dick against your hole. "This is, after all, a library."

The sound threatening to erupt as he slides all the way in can only be described as nothing short of a deafening scream. He pushes himself all the way in, his pelvis flat against your thighs as you try and keep your noises at bay. Wasting no time, he yanks his cock out, only to slam back in with so much force that a small wail breaks free.

"Fuck... tight as fuck Y/N," he comments, speeding up as he fucks himself into you. "Squeezing my goddamned dick, baby."

You moan, the sound mixed with the creaking of the table beneath you. Bodhi's breaths come out in short pants above you, his gaze locked onto where his thick length is pounding into you.

"I... oh Gods," you cry out, your heaed turning to the side as you catch sight of Liam beside you. His tongue rakes across his bottom lip, his own cock hardening beneath his palm. The sight alone could make you cum, especially with the way Bodhi is pounding into you-

"Don't you dare cum," he growls, his hands bracing against your hips as he shoves you closer to him. Your gaze switches back to him as he leans over you, each stroke faster than the last as he barely pulls out anymore. "You're not cumming... not fucking yet."

You whimper as his mouth falls open above you, his eyes half-lidded as his thrusts grow sloppy. Your own impending orgasm has built up, threatening to burst any moment inside of you.

"B-Bodhi-"

"Fuck!' He shouts, your skin flush against his as his cock jumps, pumping his release inside of you. His breathing is heavy, his chest moving rapidly underneath the restraint of his zipped flight jacket. Your face twists in frustration, the heat in your lower tummy already receding as he yanks his cock out of you, a trail of clear semen following.

Sitting up on your hands, you only catch your breath for a minute before Liam saunters toward you, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His hands grip your knees, forcing your legs apart as you try and squeeze them together.

"You're not getting off that easy tonight -- I hope you've realized that."

You stare up at the gorgeous male; a dark, starved look crossing his features as he peers down at you. Your chest heaves as he slowly sits before you, only taking perch on the edge of the chair.

Goosebumps erupt across your skin as he leans forward, his lips mere inches from your glistening cunt -- and blows a stream of cool air across your skin. You clench around nothing, the sensation both extremely erotic and frustrating at the same time.

"Liam, please-"

"Ahh ahh," Bodhi tuts, leaning agaist a nearby table. "I said no mouthing off tonight, remember?"

Liam's dimple pops as he smiles, his handsome features only making you wish your cunt was pressed against his lips. You lie back down as he licks his lips once, his fingers softly trailing along the skin of your thighs. You whimper as he continues toying with you, barely able to keep your writhing at bay.

"Is this... what you want?" He says quietly, as his forefinger presses against your clit. You gasp, sitting up on your forearms to look down at his smug expression.

"Yes... oh Gods, please yes-" You grit out, as his digit slowly circles your clit. You squirm against the touch, wishing for more as he slides his finger around your sensitive bud.

"This isn't about you, though." He says, chuckling as he retracts his finger. He glances up at you before rising between your legs, his hands gripping your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. You gasp as your chest presses against the flat wood, and your stomach drops at the sight before you.

Ridoc stands on the other side of the table, his hand fisting his cock furiously as he gazes down at you.

"Open."

It's all you need to hear before widening your mouth, laying your tongue out flat just like he'd like it.

"Fuck... been waiting for this for damn near a week," he complains, slapping his length against your wet muscle. You squeak in pleasure as you feel Liam behind you, his fingers circling your pulsating opening.

"So wet, baby," he coos, as his ring and middle finger plunge into your aching pussy. He plunges them in, again and again-- the embarassing squelch of your vagina gripping his digits bringing a flush to your cheeks.

Ridoc's free hand caresses your chin, guiding his hard length to your awaiting mouth. You suck in a breath as he sinks his cock in, pushing it to the back of your throat as he groans. Gagging around him, he retracts, shoving back in moments later.

"Gods, Y/N -- you've been saving up for us, hm?" You hear the grin in Liam's voice, your cunt pulsating as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Unable to speak as Ridoc continues fucking your mouth, you only groan in response.

Liam curls his fingers, the tips rubbing against the sensitive spot inside -- you feel as though you'll explode. You huff out a breath, tears forming in your eyes as Ridoc continues assaulting your throat. The combined sensations are too much, your orgasm building with each minstration.

"It's a good thing you're so sexy," he laughs, patting you on the cheek with his free hand. "You've been on my mind all week, baby."

Liam retracts his fingers, and you cry out in frustration. Ridoc pulls out too, the emptiness on either end leaving you hot, bothered, and again, unreleased.

"Don't worry," Ridoc chuckles. "We still have more we want from you."

He appears on the opposite side of the table, standing where Liam just was, his open palm landing a harsh slap against the meat of your ass. You whine, only wishing he'd pleasure you more.

You don't have to beg much.

His hands clench around your hips, drawing you up onto your knees and forearms on the table. You wail again as he spanks you, clenching only when you feel his erection slapping against your cunt.

"You want me, huh?" He teases, landing another slap when you don't respond. "You want me to fuck you?"

You scream in pleasure, glancing behind you to watch as he slides his cock in.

"Yes, please Ridoc! Please fuck me-"

Your words are cut short as a hand wraps around your throat, yanking your head to look before you. Liam chuckles, his hands quickly finding your breast as he stands beside Bodhi -- who's guiding his cock to your lips.

"I told you," he grumbles. "Bad girls... have to be quiet."

He shoves his length in, choking you as he pushes down your throat. Liam pulls your hair, keeping your mouth in place as Bodhi fucks his dick down your raw throat. Ridoc pants from behind you, his girth reaching unimaginable depths inside your quaking pussy.

"You like that, huh?" Bodhi shakes his head, plunging his cock deeper in your mouth. "Like taking my cock while Ridoc fucks you?"

Another wave of pleasure racks your bones, the feeling of their dicks in two of your holes almost more than you can take. You gurgle around Bodhi's length as Ridoc's balls slap against your clit, heightening your senses even more.

"Can't... can't take much more," you garble out, and Liam's fingers pinch your nipple.

"You'll take, what we give you."

You squeak, tears threatening to spill over as you try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay. Your walls clench around Ridoc's big cock, each thrust pushing you closer, and closer...

He cums with a gasp, hot ropes of his release splattering across your ass. He heaves as he squeezes your right buttcheek, his spent cock resting against the other. Bodhi grits his teeth before releasing as well, his seed spraying down your throat. He yanks his cock out, and Liam moves to hold your jaw as you muster a cough.

"Swallow it all," he commands, and you do as your told. Bodhi retreats, resting lazily in a chair as the aftermath of his orgasm washes over him.

If only you could feel the same.

You gulp down his salty-sweet taste, your muscles growing tired after your night of pleasure. Well... as much pleasure as you were allowed, orgasm-denial and all.

Liam pulls you off the table, holding you upright as he slowly backs you into one of the shadowed bookshelves. You groan again as he kneels before you, Bodhi and Ridoc flanking your either side.

"We've had our fun with you... do you think you deserve to cum?"

You nod your head at his sultry words, and he doesn't even look away from your glistening pussy as he speaks to the other two.

"Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Bodhi tuts while reaching for your chest, openly palming your left breast.

“I suppose she’s been quite good for us tonight.”

Liam nods in agreement, his lips pressing a single kiss against your folds. Your hips involuntarily buck in protest, a short moan coming out as Ridoc rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Shhhh.. patience, baby.”

His voice alone could get you off, such contrast to his usually irritating tone.

Liam’s tongue flicks out, swiping across your cunt as he rolls his thumb over your clit. You squirm, your breaths coming out in quick bursts.

“L-Liam I… won’t last long-“

He chuckles, the vibration edging you further. Ridoc replaces his fingers with his mouth, leaning in to suck and mark your right breast with his teeth. You lean your head back against the shelves, the feeling of ecstasy finally within reach.

“You wanna cum, Y/N?” Bodhi’s breath skates across your skin, goosebumps arising just below your ear as he squeezes your breast partially hard.

“Such a little tease with these gorgeous things,” he continues, and you begin shaking, the feeling of the orgasm within reach.

“Oh FUCK, I’m-“

Ridoc’s hand claps over your mouth as Bodhi holds you upright. You tremble and shake atop Liam’s tongue, the pent up energy from all night finally reaching its sweet release. Liam’s hands reach around and squeeze your ass, holding you in place as you cum on his lips.

“Anybody in here?”

Your eyes widen, heartbeat quickening as you hear the male guard’s voice ring out through the otherwise empty library. Your eyes meet Bodhi’s, and he holds a single finger to his lips. Shh.

“Hello?”

The voice calls again, and the three of you stand in silence against the darkness from the shelves. After a few minutes, the entry door opens and closes once more, and you finally release a breath.

“Well… that was close,” you laugh, the first real sentence you’d uttered in hours. Surely the sunlight would be peeking through the windows anytime now…

You step toward your discarded clothes, making to grab them and put them on when a strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you tightly against a very bare, very toned chest.

“Oh come on — you didn’t think we were actually finished here, did you?”

[kunasthiast]

jumpsuits and motors (1)

summary: when one visit to his usual mechanic changed his life for the better… or not? especially when the mechanic he had in mind to check his car wasn’t you – the one who is unbelievably unimpressed by who the fuck he is. and now, you’re on his mind 24/7  – right next to his narcissistic tendencies and thoughts of only him and his precious baby (his car).

pairings: sukuna x reader (female) genre/warnings: sukuna is an arrogant, cocky, bratty asshole, racer AU, mechanic AU, underground street car racing, reader’s a mechanic (currently studying engineering), fluff, future smut, attempt at humor word count: 3.2k All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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part one > part two

The thrill of the chase. The pulse of adrenaline. The deafening roar of the crowd after every victory.  This is what Sukuna lives for. This is what he’d die for.

And this weekend, he’s gonna risk it all.

As an undefeated underground street racer, Sukuna’s days revolve around training, fine-tuning his technique – or whatever else you call it – and making sure his car is in always in peak condition. Every week, without fail, he brings his baby to his shop – the only one he trusts.

This time, though, he’s not just racing anyone.

His opponent? Gojo Satoru. The cocky, loudmouthed idiot who’s been his biggest rival – and his biggest pain in the ass.

For months, Gojo’s been running his mouth about how he’s gonna take the win. Please, when he sees Sukuna, he never fails to mention it. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. And always with that damn smug smirk and a wink, just to piss him off.

“Who’s faster between you two?”

Sukuna’s response? Always the same: “Why even ask when you already know?”

And yet, Gojo never lets it slide.“Nah, I’d win.”

It takes a lot of everything in Sukuna not to punch this stupid idiot square in the jaw. And being the calm, cool, collected one (of course) Sukuna settles for flipping Gojo off instead. Yup, this pink-haired dude is highly confident he’ll win this coming race, maintaining his undefeated history and finally break off his rival’s win history. 

This race? It’s his.

Easy, as always.

With one week to go, his red Audi R8 purrs down the highway, weaving through traffic effortlessly as he heads to his one and only favorite shop – the one place that keeps his car in top condition, no exceptions. He pulls into the garage, kills the engine and steps out – only to find the place empty.

Frowning, he tucks his keys into his pocket and crosses his arms. He knows he booked his baby's checkup. He’s fucking meticulous about this shit.

Just as his irritation bubbles over, a voice calls out from the pantry.

“Uh, we’re closed!”

Sukuna’s brow twitched. The fuck?

“What do you mean it’s closed? I have a scheduled appointment,” he shouts back, which by the way is very obviously annoyed.

Footsteps shuffled and a moment later, you walked into view, casually biting into a cinnamon roll. You’re in a navy-blue jumpsuit, the top half tied around your waist, revealing a black tank top clinging to your frame. And, your trusty 5-year old scuffed-up boots – clearly well-loved – to complete the look.

“Chill out, cutie,” you say between bites. “I definitely sent everyone a message this morning that we’re closed today. Maybe you just forgot to check your phone?” You continued chewing on your cinnamon roll – without missing a beat – even offered this pink-haired hottie your half-eaten cinnamon roll, “Hmm, this one’s good. Want some?”

Sukuna deadpan stared at you. Cutie? Yep, his irritation spikes. So does his curiosity. Because you? You’re fucking hot. 

Ignoring your snack offer – he’s not a fan of sweets – he pulls out his phone. Sure enough, a message from the shop sits unread. This pulls out a groan from him. Shit. He really should’ve checked his phone before driving out here.

“Why are you even closed today?” He mutters, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “I need my car checked today.”

You take another bite, unfazed. “Suit yourself, I’ll just have all the rolls to myself. Dad’s out running errands. I’m the only one here.” 

Sukuna’s barely listening now. He’s watching you. The way you’re leaning against the workbench, the grease stains on your arms, the way your jumpsuit sits low on your hips.

And – fuck.

Pink hair or not, he know he looks intimidating. People usually tread lightly around him. Even the mechanics here. Even his competitors. Even people who walk past by him on the streets. 

But you? You’re standing there, eating a damn cinnamon roll, calling him cutie, and acting like you don’t know exactly who he is.

Not a fan of awkward situations, you continued chewing on your pastry and observing this hottie. He’s wearing a tight black shirt and gray sweatpants which clearly outlined his sexy, muscular physique. He has a cute fluff of pink hair, too, that’s surely something you didn’t expect for someone with an intimidating demeanor and face tattoos. You thought, he’s kinda cute and hot, why have you only seen him today? 

Sukuna knows you’re gawking at him. He notices everyone looking at him. Every time. 

Naturally, his lips curl into a smirk. “What, in love with me already?”

You snort mid-bite. “Please.” 

Unbothered, you finished eating your damn cinnamon roll, then turn on your heel, walking back toward the pantry, clearly ignoring what he just said and replied back with, “You are kinda cute, though.” 

Oh.

Sukuna blinks. That’s… not what he expected.

And, fuck, he likes this attitude of yours. 

He follows you inside, eyes locked on your back. Who even are you, he thought and realized. “Wait a second. You’re Akira’s daughter?! I didn’t even know he had a daughter.”

You glance over your shoulder.  “Uh, yeah? I work here, what else would I be doing here?” You reach into the small fridge with your ass clearly hanging in front of him, rummaging for another drink. “Soda or beer?” 

“Soda. I’m driving,” he says, but he’s not thinking about the drink. He’s openly staring and thinking about the way you’re bent over, ass sticking out, completely unaware of the perverted thoughts running through his head.

He forces himself to look away, leaning against the wall as you toss him a can.

“What kinda work you do here, then?”

“Mechanic.” You went to the other side of the room to sit down at the table and pop open your drink to take a sip.

Sukuna nearly chokes as he’s sipping on his soda. “You’re a mechanic?!” 

Arching an eyebrow, you were offended. “What, that hard to believe?”

He scoffs, eyeing you up and down. “Didn’t expect that. Why don’t you just check my car then?”

“Nope, I’m off duty!” You chuckled and winked. “Just wait for my dad.” You then grabbed your phone on the table and opened it to scroll through your messages, checking if you got any update from your dad on when he’ll be back. Yup, no updates.

You just sent a message to your dad to update him about the mysterious, sexy man’s presence in the garage. Yes, he’s very sexy.

You what time will u be back? pink haired boy’s here to see u says he got weekly car checkups & can’t miss it 9:02AM

“Anyway, who are you? What’s up with the weekly car check up?” You said, looking at him. He was eyeing the room idly and turned his eyes to you while taking another sip of his soda and raised his eyebrows, “You don’t know me?”

“Uh, should I?” You snorted, clearly finding his confident aura interesting. 

“I’m the best street car racer in this city. Undefeated. Sukuna, King of the Tracks. Ring a bell?” Sukuna said as he fixes his stance and threw the soda can on the trash can near the fridge. He’s staring at you with a smoldering smirk.

“… Nope” You blinked. Yeah, you really don’t know him, heck, it’s your first time meeting him! You thought.

“Unbelievable! You work in a shop that caters to race cars, and you haven’t even heard of me? This has been my go-to shop ever since I’ve started like 5 years ago.” He said with a chortle and clearly showing his disbelief on his face, his smoldering smirk faltering into a teasing grin. 

You gave him a light chuckle and shrugged your shoulders while flashing Sukuna a smile, “Sorry to burst your bubble, I haven’t had the time to keep up with local street-racing celebs. ‘Sides, fixing cars is more fun than racing them.”

He snorts at this. “Blasphemy.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘King of the Tracks.’ And, I just started this job a year ago.” You admitted with an emphasis on air quotes.

Sukuna feigns offense at this. But before he can argue, your phone buzzes – it’s a message from your dad.

Mecha Boss meeting’s running late be back in an hour don’t touch his car  9:05AM

You tch, yea yea not like i was gonna    T^T 9:07AM

You sigh dramatically after sending your dad a text. “Dad’s gonna be back in an hour. He said he’ll check your baby by then.” You said to Sukuna with an eye roll as you close your phone.

“Why don’t you check it?” Sukuna perked up out of curiosity.

“I can’t trust myself with supercars, alright? Even dad.” Yes, you were sulking about it.

Sukuna watches you, amusement flickering in his gaze. “What, afraid of supercars?”

“Nope. Just extra careful. If I screw up, you could crash and die. Not something I wanna have on my conscience.” You ruffled your hair into a tousled mess thinking about the possible life and death consequences when you do touch a fucking supercar.

Sukuna chuckles at your animated response and gave you a fucking wink, “Damn. Didn’t know you cared so much about my safety, princess.” 

This left you gaping at him with your eyes twitching, “The audacity –”

He laughs. Full, deep, cocky as hell.

“Don’cha worry, sweetheart, I got a pretty good track record of staying alive.” His voice was practically dripping with smugness, his eyes gleaming with that devil-may-care charm he wore so well.

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips betrayed you, twitching upward. “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘Undefeated King of the Tracks’.” You threw in a set of air quotes for good measure.

That earned another laugh from him, a rich sound that made something in your chest tighten – not that you’d admit it. “Yeah, I think it’s better you don’t touch my car,” he finally conceded, grinning like he’d just let you win.

As his laughter faded, you shook your head, more amused than you wanted to be. Cocky, arrogant, insufferably confident – but there was something about him. Something magnetic.

“Alright,” you replied with a playful smirk, letting the subject of his car checkup drop – for now. “I'll make sure to steer clear of your precious baby.”

Sukuna leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you like he was trying to figure something out. “You know,” he said, his voice dripping lower, more thoughtful now, “I didn't expect to find someone like you here.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he meant. “Someone like me?”

His smirk softened just a fraction, turning into something more curious. “Yeah. Someone who's not impressed by the usual flashy cars and racing scene.” His gaze flickered over you, assessing. "You're different. Refreshing, even."

Sukuna's words lingered in the air, and you found yourself drawn to the genuine curiosity in his eyes. There was a playful edge to his demeanor that you couldn't ignore.

“Refreshing, huh?” you echoed as you met his gaze with a coy smile playing on your lips. “Well, I'll take that as a compliment, coming from the 'King of the Tracks' himself. I just like fixing cars and stuff.”

Sukuna lets out a low chuckle, a hint of admiration shining in his eyes. “Trust me, it's not a title I give out lightly,” he mused, voice laced with something undeniably flirtatious. “But you? You're in a league of your own.”

Rolling your eyes and waved him off. “Flattery’s cute and all, but that’s really a bold claim coming from you.” You then remembered that you brought your knapsack today and looked for it. As you see it, you pulled it out and fished around inside for your laptop.

You had plans. To study.

Technically.

Your dad had given you some actual race data to review, but instead, you booted up Stardew Valley. See, your mom had made a deal with your dad – if you studied for your upcoming final exam this week (which starts tomorrow, by the way) while you’re at the shop today, you could tag along to the race this weekend.

And in your genius brain, you figured that optimizing a fully automated farm system was basically the same as learning resource management and problem solving.

Flawless logic.

You set up shop on the counter, flipping open your laptop. The familiar pixelated graphics greeted you, and within seconds, you were deep into harvesting your cranberries, managing your sprinklers, and planning the most efficient layout for your barn upgrades and eventual greenhouse.

Sukuna, who had been watching you with mild curiosity over your abrupt attention of not remembering he’s there, suddenly leaned over your shoulder.

“The hell is that?”

You didn’t look up, too focused on getting a perfect harvest cycle before the in-game day reset. “My farm.”

He blinked. “Your what?”

“My farm, pretty boy,” you repeated, exasperated. “I need to get my wine production up and running before winter hits. This is serious business.”

There was a long pause. Then a raucous laughter.

You scowled as Sukuna actually doubled over, gripping the edge of the counter for support as he wheezed.

“Wait – wait,” he gasped between laughs, “you, the grease-covered, ‘I’d rather fix cars than race them’ mechanic, are sitting here, running a farm?”

“Yes,” you said flatly.

He snorted.

You clicked your tongue, eyes still glued to the screen. “It’s called being efficient, sweetheart. I don’t just fix cars, I build sustainable economies.” And please, your kegs weren’t gonna make themselves. 

That earned you a low whistle. “Damn. Didn’t peg you for a nerd.”

You finally looked up, smirking. “Didn’t peg you for someone who’d give a shit about a farming sim.”

“I don’t,” he shot back. “I just find it hilarious that someone who refuses to touch a supercar has no problem running an entire pixel farm like a fucking tycoon.” He leaned in closer, tilting his head as he studied your screen. “So what, you just… plant stuff?”

“Plant, harvest, sell, reinvest,” you corrected. “It’s all about strategy.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you. “That sound suspiciously like racing.”

You gave him a deadpan stare. “How in the hell is this like racing?”

He crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. “Think about it. You plan your route, optimize your car’s performance, anticipate obstacles, and time everything perfectly to get the best results. What’s the difference?”

“… Shit.” You blinked. He had a point. A stupidly good one. Looking back, your logic is actually flawless. Just sounded stupid coming from him. It’s actually a good thing you’re playing instead of studying those boring race data. You’re subconsciously learning how to strategize better.

Sukuna grinned, clearly reveling in the fact that he just blew your mind. “So basically, you’re a racer. Just… in a really fucking nerdy way.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Don’t make me rethink my entire existence, pretty boy.”

“Nah, I like this.” He drummed his fingers against the counter. “I show up for a routine car check, and instead, I find a grease-streaked mechanic-slash-secret gaming strategist who doesn’t give a damn about street racing but somehow thinks running a fake-ass farm is the height of excitement.”

You shot him a playful glare for that. “You say that like you’re not just as obsessed with your car.”

“Difference is,” Sukuna leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief,  “I drive my baby at over 320 kilometers an hour. You just sit here clicking shit.”

You dramatically gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “How dare you insult my empire?”

His laughter was deep, amused, and annoyingly really nice to listen to. “I’ll give you credit, though. You’ve got a different way of thinking. Kinda refreshing.”

You just puffed your cheeks at this, continuing to play. And when you were at the Stardrop Saloon to talk with some of the villagers, disaster struck.

Sukuna, who is currently grinning like a damn idiot, reached over and hit a random key on your keyboard. And you accidentally gifted your one and only iridium bar to Shane.

You gasped. Audibly.

A horrified silence filled the garage.

On-screen, Shane – the absolute waste of space that he was – sneered and said, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Oh no, your precious, valuable, hard-earned iridium.

Gone. Given to Shane.

FUCK.

You snapped your head towards Sukuna with murder in your eyes. He looked between you and the screen, struggling not to laugh, “…Did I just –”

“YOU –” you pointed at him, voice audibly shaking with rage. “Do you have any idea how rare iridium is? Any idea what you just did?!”

Sukuna, looking way too entertained by your reaction, leaned against the counter, smirking down at you. “Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t think you’d get this worked up over a little farming game.”

“Little farming game,” you inhaled sharply, then exhaled like you were about to commit violence. “You’re fucking paying for this.”

He just grinned. “Yeah? What, you gonna make me till your soil? Water your plants?”

Thank heavens you were in the pantry and playing on the counter. And the knife holder was on the counter. Yep, you grab one and threw a knife at him.

Sukuna barely dodged, the fucking knife clattering onto the floor behind him. He whistled, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Shit, you’re serious.”

“DEAD serious,” you seethed. “You didn’t just give iridium bars to Shane, Sukuna.” Yeah, he definitely wasn’t expecting that the first time you’ll call him by his name was when you want him dead.

He just leaned in, still smirking. “Pretty sure I just did. Whoever that is.”

And you really, really want to strangle him. But then, he moved. One moment he was lounging against the counter like an asshole. The next, he had you trapped against it, hands braced on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

Your breath hitched, totally not expecting this one. And, please, you’re still mad.

His grin turned dangerous, voice dripping low. “You gonna make me pay, princess?”

Your brain short-circuited with how close he is right now to your face. You can practically smell his cologne and feel his heat and that smug, unbearable confidence. His words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but look up to him (mind you, he is a tall ass handsome man). 

Your fingers twitched at your sides, itching to either shove him away or – God forbid – grab onto his shirt and yank him even closer. You weren’t quire sure which impulse was stronger, but judging by the way his smirk deepened, Sukuna knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

“You gonna keep staring, sweetheart, or are you actually gonna do something about it?” His voice was all smoke and embers, teasing and taunting, like he wanted to see how far he could push you before you snapped.

And, you were this close to snapping.

Your hands shot out, fast enough that he might have flinched if he wasn’t so damn arrogant. Instead of shoving him, you grabbed the collar of his shirt. His smirk widened, but it faltered when you yanked him even closer, lips nearly brushing his ear.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” you whispered.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I like the sound of that. And that’s exactly why it’s fun.” 

a/n: i don't even know what came over me to write this story. i just know that i put everything what i love here – from a cocky Sukuna to a bratty Reader. and then there's stardew and motorsports. so i hope you'll enjoy this one lol ^^

taglist: @xylov @junitries @bloomtatsuki @maeamora9 @gojoscumslut @onlypickless @domainofmarie

[liseytopia]

i know the spider-verse hype is over but hear me out ..

another visit at your boyfriend's apartment meant another cleaning day for you and him, which obviously resulted in a helpless, whining hobie on the bed.

"babe, it's not even that hard. you just have to throw some shirts in a washing machine and press a few buttons," you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at hobie from the doorway of his bedroom after you'd designated him a small task to start. he was lying face down on his bed, groaning.

without lifting his head from the mattress adorned with misplaced and rumpled blankets and pillows, he replied, "still don' wanna."

hobie was never one for keeping his place clean. he was great at nearly everything else—he had surprisingly good hygiene, a charming personality and a pretty face, but cleaning.. wasn't his specialty. he wasn't trying to live like a slump, but sometimes he couldn't help it. fighting crime and dismantling systems of oppression didn't leave a whole lot of time or energy for something as minimal as cleaning a room—or at least, according to his protests.

you sighed, swiveling around to his in-unit mini laundry room, picking up a laundry basket, and walking back into hobie's bedroom. you began throwing various clothes lying about the room into the basket.

apparently he heard you cleaning up after him, and finally rotated his head off the bed, studying you picking up his clothes. "you don't have to do all 'tis," he murmured as you slowly deconstructed the pile of clothing.

"yeah, but you won't, so i will," you replied firmly, not making eye contact.

"awww, c'mon, love.. you don't gotta be like that," he drawled, rolling off the edge of the bed and standing up toward you. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, the tall boy's head on top of yours. your stomach fluttered at the contact, his arms acting as a restraint to keep you from moving. it was obvious he had some sort of plan with this.

you whined in defeat, "hobie.."

"hm? what's that?" you heard him hum against your head, trying to act innocent. the rumble of his deep voice was sending vibrations throughout your body. "'m just tryna help."

"shut up, no you aren't," you grumbled, though your attempts at sounding annoyed only failed when you accidentally let a giggle slip out.

hobie hummed again. "see, i knew ya loved me," he smiled as he dragged you a couple feet back down to his bed. you collapsed on top of him on the mattress, the laundry basket and pile of clothes both long forgotten on floor.

you wrapped your arms up around his neck once he sat up, scooting back against the wall with you in his lap. he leaned forward to kiss you, his large hands holding you in place by your waist. you returned the kiss gently and slowly, resting your head down on his shoulder when you were finished.

"i take it we ain't cleanin' today?" he questioned, a smile persistent on his lips as he gazed down at your body lazily attached to his.

you shook your head in response, your eyes closed and your face still buried in his neck. that was all the indication he needed to know you were convinced. hobie would live in that messy apartment for as long as he could.

⊹₊⟡⋆

[pomefioredove]

heyyy! i really love your writing🥹🥹 btw can i request a hc with riddle and jamil (separated) with gn!reader who’s very lazy and they have a test and only study the morning before the test? but somehow pass?? i wanna see their reaction

anyway sorry if i made any mistakes, this is my very first request and english is not my first language😔 it’s fine if you can’t do it!!

-🎲

no worries! this is a great request, their reactions would be very funny

summary: reader miraculously passes a test they last-minute studied for type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, jamil additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is not specified to be yuu, reader is gender neutral, not proofread

Jamil knew that it wasn't his place to judge

after all, being raised with the al-Asims, he'd been taught to keep his bitter thoughts to himself

but something about your carelessness reminded him all too much of Kalim

...okay... maybe you weren't exactly partying, or spacing out, but your complete lack of conviction is almost identical

and, so, Jamil decides to give you a word of advice the day before the big exam

"Worried about tomorrow's History of Magic test?"

he even gives you a big smile, trying to play it off as a casual question

you shrug. "Eh, not really,"

"If I were you, I'd be a little more concerned. The grading system is very strict at NRC,"

and with that, he's gone

his sly remark, spoken as if in friendly conversation, leaves him feeling a little more satisfied with himself

he doesn't even feel irked when Kalim nearly sleeps through the test, or when he forgets his notes, or when he absent-mindedly reads the questions aloud during...

in fact, Jamil is quite confident that in any case, you'll do much worse than Kalim, which saves the both of them

after the exam scores are posted in the hall, you find him

"What did you get?"

Jamil hates answering these kinds of questions, especially knowing that he could be in the top of the class if he was allowed to try. "Passing. And you?"

"Well..." you smile. "I really thought about what you said, so I studied this morning."

Jamil's sour mood at his own score seems to lighten

you studied the morning of the exam? oh, this was going to be rich

"...And I got full marks!"

...what.

you show him the paper and it takes all his strength to keep his usual poker face

otherwise, his jaw would drop

"How did... how?"

you shrug. "Good study plan, I guess,"

"Hmph," he crosses his arms. "Well, then... you'll have to come tutor Kalim sometime. What works for you must work for him,"

Riddle spends the entire week pestering you about studying

"I just don't feel like it," you groan

goodness. you sound just like that terrible Floyd...

"It's not a matter of want, it's a matter of need. This exam counts for a significant amount of your grade!"

"Eh... I'll just wing it,"

wing it?! oh, now you've really done it

"Consider yourself lucky for not being a part of Heartslabyul. I would have your head for that!"

and then he storms out. how graceful!

when he sees you the following afternoon, that calm, unbothered look of yours is still on your face. it drives him mad

"If I were you, I'd be praying," he says. he's almost smug about it

Riddle earns full points on every exam- it's just a given. he's sure that the two of you will be on polar opposites of the grade spectrum once the results are posted

you shrug. "Yeah, about that... I thought about what you said, and decided that I don't want to have to retake this class. So I studied this morning,"

he almost smirks. "One last-minute cram won't be enough to raise your grade above failing, I'm afraid. But perhaps this will serve as a lesson, next time you-"

Riddle stops dead in his tracks as Trein posts the exam results on the wall behind you

his eyes widen

"Full... full marks?! We're in the same percent!? How is that possible?!"

You chuckle as his face goes all red, both frustrated and flustered

"Hey, you should count this as a victory for yourself. You give great advice,"

[bbkoolkatz]

hi lovey! Back here with the Kats request sighhhh… (I’m not really that guilty 🫣) I have so many tests this whole week, won’t have much time to do anything at all Ughughughugh sooooo Kats forcing you to study even if you don’t want to 😞 or smth abt studying (not about taking a break tho 🫠🫠) taken too many of those I need to be disciplined to actually study and maybe a reward or punishment just for some extra motivation 🤭🤭

-💫

sorry I took so long bby 💫 lemme know if ya like. n good luck with ur tests ( ͡°³ ͡°)

"sit." katsuki ordered, pointing to the cushion he placed on the floor next to the coffee table.

"but i don't wanna!" you whined, flopping onto the couch dramatically, tossing your books onto the floor as if the table wasn't right there.

"boohoo." he mocked, picking you up from the comfort of the sofa to plop you down by the table. "y'got exams, 'n i'll be damned if I let ya fail 'cause y'wanna act like a goddamn brat."

"ugh, you're so mean," you grumbled, with all the enthusiasm of a child being sent to time-out.

"yeah? keep it up, 'n i'll show ya what mean really is," he sassed, throwing your notes down in front of you.

you silently mocked him, but he just stared at you, as he arched a brow, unimpressed. "y' think 'm jokin'?"

"mmm, I'm gonna say, yeah," you teased, shrugging your shoulders, nodding as you leaned back with a smug grin.

"okay." he leaned over the table, caging you in with his hands on either side of you, his face mere inches from yours. "here's how 's gonna work," he growled, "study like i tell ya to, or yer not gonna like what comes next. ya feel me?"

your cheeks flushed, but you refused to back down. "what makes you think i won't?"

" 'cause it's not a reward..." he folded his arms over his chest.

"a reward?" you blinked as your interest piqued. was that all you heard?... definitely.

"yep," he said, standing up straight, arms still crossed. "y' do what i say, and maybe, i'll give ya somethin' nice. keep bein' a pain in my ass-"

"what kind of reward?" you interrupted, squinting at him as you looked him up and down, suspicious.

"yer gonna have to behave 'n find out," he said with a shrug, smirk widening across his face.

your curiosity got the better of you, and with a dramatic sigh, you sat up straight and grabbed your notes. "fine," you grumbled, "better be worth it..." and mumbled.

"mhmm," he hummed, walking to sit across from you. "now, start with this." he pointed to the section of your notes you'd been avoiding.

you pouted but obeyed regardless, mumbling the words under your breath as you worked through the material. every time your focus drifted elsewhere, katsuki snapped his fingers or tapped the table, to get your attention back.

after what felt like an eternity, you finally finished the first section and you looked up at him, eyes big and hopeful. "do I get my reward now?"

he snorted. "y' finished one part. keep goin', 'n i'll think about it."

"you're evil," you whined, but you turned back to your notes, determined to earn whatever 'reward' he had for you.

by the time you'd finished another section, your head was spinning, and your patience was wearing thin. "can i have my reward now?" you asked, edgey and maybe a little desperate.

katsuki leaned back in the couch, red eyes flickering from your eyes to your pouty lips. "think y' earned it?"

you nodded, your entire face lighting up. he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and tilted your face up to meet his. he pressed a soft, slow kiss to your lips. "there ya' go." he rasped, face still barely a centimeter away from yours.

your heart raced at the action, and your cheeks grew hot. but before you could respond, he pulled back. "now get back to work."

"that's it?!" you complained, cheeks red with embarrassment. "i thought there'd be more..."

"keep workin'," he said, ignoring your outburst. "maybe y'll get 'more' if ya finish it all."

mlist!

[btnclmrttn]

How they react if you send a spicy picture (OPM) (+18)

Under the assumption they have a phone imagine having to email a nude asdghdksvs

(bored and horny tbh I'll figure out the other three boys later 😭)

Saitama

💛"Wow, you have no idea what I'd do for some of that right now"💛

If he didn't turn so red in the face he could probably play it off in public if he were to open it. Has definitely cracked his screen on accident over the shock/initial embarrassment of hoping no one saw that.

Always a pleasant surprise when he's alone. He's probably bored anyway. One of the best cures he could have in those moments is "excitement". Exchanging texts and nudes gets him super jittery, and he loves the addictive anticipation.

Building up self confidence slowly, but is rather shy with returning the favor. He doesn't wanna be unfair and not send any at all, but they usually are just body shots, seldom face. Muscles like that though? It's hard to get a bad angle on a body like that

Like 2 saved in gallery max. Would just rather have the real deal, but the couple he keeps is because they're generally pleasant for him to look at. Huge sucker for panties/boxer shots. They don't have to be full nudes for him to get riled up. He can confidently return his own underwear shot as well! (fucking love me a dick print pic ughhh)

Genos

🩵"Oh you're perfect. I would love to see more of that angle"🩵

Around the public he doesn't show visible embarrassment, but he's very quick to pull up his phone. That could be the only obvious tell he's looking at something he doesn't want anyone else to see.

Full attention on you for sure if you managed to send at a time when he was alone. No matter where he is he's quick to respond, but much more detail and thought is put into responses when alone.

Always will return the favor. Has a couple of his own in his gallery if he was ever out and received one. It's only fair in his eyes! They're also never basic he makes an effort to look like the prettiest boy for you and he does a damn good job. Not only is the cyborg body cool, the way he takes pictures with angles and perspectives makes it much more sexy.

Yes he saves all of them it's taking up a huge space on his phone storage that's also photos of you in general. Doesn't really have an urge to get off to the photos or texts because it's never the same or as satisfactory, but he still likes to appreciate them because you're attractive. (Lemme throw in though that he would definitely love to get riled up to your voice/phone sex. He would end up hanging up and showing up shortly if he's over excited)

Garou

🖤"fuckkkkk just you wait till I get my hands on that"🖤

Around people he doesn't get super embarrassed, and couldn't care. Will try to keep his phone close and low key as he studies your body so no one else sees what's just for him. If it's around Bang he might have a fuss or a fumble.

Might take his time to respond, but he's definitely not ignoring you. He's taking that shit in every fine detail he can see like you're a work of art. The pauses between all his messages is just him drooling over you

He'll send back, but not the full deal. Garou can make more of a game out of the tease. Loves sending pics back of his dick print through his pants (usually sweatpants yessirrrr) to show you what you just did for him. Will progress to more skin, like his abs and hem of his boxers, until you get some real nice pictures~

He's got a couple few favorites that never fail to get him off. Any shot from an angle above you will be saved definitely. Although, he ends up not getting completely satisfied taking care of it himself with pictures/texts alone. It's a last resort kind of thing if he knows he can't see you. If he knows your wear abouts, he will just show up.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ best brother ever ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, some cursing I think, the joke revolves around incest, not proofread, requested)

"Ok just stand here and be cute, got it?" You confirmed with Jaehyun, already trying and nearly failing to stop from laughing.

He eyes you suspiciously, "you're up to something."

You laughed, quickly masking it with a neutral expression, "Okay, just stand here, okay?"

He laughs, "Yes! I don't know how many times you've told me. Stand here, look pretty, act normal. Let's go."

You set up your phone on the kitchen counter in front of you both, you opened TikTok and set up the timer. You stood back and watched the video start recording, you crossed your arms across your chest, immediately breaking character.

This was a very clear and obvious result of you getting bored. An afternoon full of studying and filling your brain with too much information, which led to a “break,” which turned into an hour on TikTok where you saw this idea. You would do anything to get you away from homework, especially pranking Jaehyun.

"If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me-"

"Who are you threatening?" Jaehyun laughs loudly. Barely able to get a word out through his deep, dad-like laughter.

"Shut up!" You laugh, you take your stance again, "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

He snorts again but doesn't stop you. You pucker your lips and turn to Jaehyun to press a kiss to his lips. It's a short kiss, chaste and innocent. You run a hand down his chest before quickly and lightly smacking his ass.

"Hey- yo!" Jaehyun yells, jumping away from your wandering hands. The camera clearly embarrasses him, in any other situation this would honestly be tame.

You struggle to keep a laugh in, turning to the camera as you say, "best big brother ever."

His jaw drops in shock, "...oh- oh my god! What?! What?! What the fuck?!"

Johnny who was walking by runs into the kitchen, "what did you say?!"

Meanwhile you're bent over gasping for breath while you're laughing so hard you're beginning to cry. Jaehyun is busy wiping off his mouth and gagging, "she said- oh my god, ew! She kissed me and then said I was her brother!"

Johnny laughs, falling to the floor rolling around.

"We're never doing one of you little videos again! And you're not posting it either, got it?" Jaehyun parrots your earlier question.

Later when you do post the video and it got more than a little popular. A lot of big influencers reposting or commenting, the official frat page reposting and commenting, some brands even commented but the most liked comment wasn’t from any of them.

No. It was from Haechan. “Your man got the ick babe, nothing could put me off you😍😘😘”

[ryewwww]

heyy! not new to urr blog but I really liked your admin!Eren fic and admire your ficss! ><

it's my first time sending an ask here so can I request yandere!Eren and yandere!Levi with sweetheart!reader where reader is transferred to the school where Eren and Levi are popular rich jocks and reader is a sweet, kind and kinda naive nerd? like, she basically focuses on her studies and minds her own business (aka introverted) and she's pretty good looking and cute. Eren and Levi are not really bullies but they like to pick on this new girlie who doesn't seem to fawn over them like the other ladies in the school and they kinda bully her (not exactly physically but like they make her do their homework and run their errands at school) and once they find her working on assignments in an almost empty school library and they can't resist the temptation so they defile her purity.

You can include dub con (reader lowkey admires them as she sometimes saw them helping their juniors with stuff and secretly became their tiny fan after watching one of their school basketball match), sweet pet names for reader, crying, etc., overall soft!yan!Eren and Levi because they lowkey love and spoil sweetheart!reader <3

You can use any other AOT character apart from Levi if you don't like him, there's no problem!🤧 Also, can I be "🐝" anon? ><

-> thank you for respecting the fact that I don’t write Levi🥹 I used Jean instead so I hope that’s okay (bc jock!eren and Jean, eat me alive rawwwwwrrree)

-> thank you for all the details this is heavennnn!!

-> and 🐝 is all yours! Welcome :)))

-> I kinda twisted it but I hope it’s still okay!

⚠️: DUB CON, degradation, threesome, anal 🫣, loss of both (hole LOL) virginity, crying, light bullying, coercion

You transferred to an elite private school, hoping to quietly focus on your studies.

You’re a quiet girl—shy, and introverted, always minding your own business and keeping your head down.

Eren & Jean are the school’s star athletes, known for being cocky, charming, and untouchable.

Girls throw themselves at them, teachers adore them, and guys either admire or envy them.

You acknowledge their presence, thought they were pretty handsome, but they’d probably never look your way so why waste time, right?

So you ignore them.

They somewhat knew who you were. Private school is small, word gets around.

They also know the effect they have on people. So when you straight up ignored them, they’re intrigued.

Then obsessed because how dare you ignore them?

They start messing with you just to see you react.

It was perfectly plotted. By some luck, Jean was your lab partner and with him tagged along Eren.

They were a golden duo, sly and flirtatious.

They didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. Instead, they spoke to you like they’ve known you for years. Made you talk about yourself, where you came from ect ect.

They noticed how easily you got flustered and they turned it into a little teasing game to get a reaction from you. You were just too easy to walk all over, it was fun to them.

Eren steals your books, making you chase after him like a little pet.

Jean forces you to do his homework, smirking as you scribble away, completely flustered.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You wouldn’t wanna see me fail, would you?”

They make you run errands for them, knowing you’re too soft to refuse.

You’re not exactly afraid of them, but they’re too pushy, too overwhelming, it’s easier to just go along with it.

Plus, you wanted them to like you because they’re pretty popular. Maybe others might befriend you too just by association.

They start calling you pet names, sweetheart, baby, princess, just to see you blush.

Eren teases you mercilessly, invading your space, leaning in too close, pulling at your hair playfully.

Jean is smoother, acting like he’s doing you a favor by “letting” you help him.

Despite everything, you secretly admire them.

You once saw Jean helping a struggling junior with basketball practice, his usual arrogance replaced with patience.

You also know Eren shuts down pointless (but damaging) rumours.

Sometimes their influence on everyone is good.

They force you to come to every single game. They were making it pretty far and insisted that you were their good luck. They’d wink at you after scoring or sometimes Eren would run up to you during half time to drink from your water bottle (they have plenty of water bottles and energy drinks but eren specifically likes the taste of your water LOL)

It was hard not to fall despite the teasing you faced everyday. But you were too shy to ever confess so you kept it deep down.

When you capture the attention of the two popular boys at school, people are gonna talk.

Rumours started to spread that this is what they do. They make a girl feel special, use them then kick them to the curb. So many girls have left the school because of how humiliated they were afterwords.

It really got in your head and it just made sense. So you did the only thing you could do. And that was avoid them.

It wasn’t easy. You went to school early, and left late. You stopped going to class and had to find new areas to study to avoid the two. You’d pick a spot and sit there all day.

One evening, you’re working late in the almost empty school library, focused on an assignment.

You don’t notice them approaching, until Eren slams his hand on your desk.

“You’ve been avoiding us, baby. That’s not very nice.”

Jean sits beside you, trapping you in, his arm draping over the back of your chair.

“Missed this pretty, little face. We’ve been looking all over. You’re not one to miss class.”

You stammer, confused and nervous

“S-sorry. I’ve been really busy. Do—do you need help with something?”

Eren tilts your chin up, making you look at him. “I need help with understanding why the fuck you think it’s okay to avoid us.” His grip on your chin tightened, “what? You’re too incompetent to keep up with school? We’re too much of a distraction? Tell me your reason.”

Jean’s fingers trail over your wrist, his voice low and sweet. “Don’t be mean, Eren. Our girl is just overwhelmed, isn’t she. Maybe we can help then.”

“N-no! I- I just don’t like you. I don’t like this thing we have going on and I know what you guys do.” You shouldn’t have said it. You froze the moment you realized what came out of your mouth.

They freeze too until Eren’s face twists into amusement. You’ve crossed a line and all of you know it.

They can’t resist anymore. You try to stand up, to escape the awkward tension but Jean grabs your wrist, yanking you back into the chair.

Eren leans in close, voice mocking but gentle. “You think we’re gonna let you leave after what you said, sweetheart?”

Your heart pounds. They’ve never been this intense before.

Jean tucks your hair behind your ear, “especially without an apology? You know better, sweetie.”

Eren slides a hand up your thigh, gripping the hem of your skirt. “I’ll tell you what. You let us between these pretty thighs, and all is forgiven, alright? If not, I’ll go down to the dean myself and get you expelled from here.”

Your eyes widen, tears filling quickly. “N-no. Please don’t. It’ll destroy my transcript.” Your voice soft, vulnerable, just how he likes it.

Eren stands, lifting you from the chair and onto the table. Eren works on your bottoms as Jean rips off your top.

They litter your body with marks, Eren between your thighs and Jean nipping at your soft tits and collarbone.

Eren plunges two fingers in and you squeal.

“Acting like you don’t want this, but you’re fucking soaked.”

His fingers are rough and you’re clinging to Jean, sniffling on his shoulders.

Jean chuckles when you whimper. “Aw, you crying already? We haven’t even started, sweetheart.”

Everything happens too quickly, before you know it Eren’s piercing through your virginity. He’s being as gentle as he possibly could but fuck, the mess you are right now had him running laps.

You wanna cry but Jean’s mouth won’t let you. His tongue is down your throat, sucking the air out of your lungs.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, princess.” Eren kisses your shoulders and jawline, letting you adjust before ruthlessly rutting into you.

It starts feeling good after a while. Especially after Jean starts rubbing your clit as he praised you for taking it so well.

Eren nips at your jaw, his tone half-command, half-praise. “That’s it. You’re such a sweet girl.”

Soon, both men are standing and you’re in between. Jeans behind, Eren’s still nestled in your pussy.

You knew it was coming, Jean had been prepping your ass with his fingers and when you whined, he shut it down with, “you owe me, baby. You gave him your virginity, but what about me, hm? Do you not like me?”

It was Eren’s turn to eat your face. He did so as Jean pushed in and you sobbed in his mouth.

“Hurts—please.”

“Shhhh, that’s alright. You’ll get use to it, baby.”

He slowly pushed it, let you adjust before both men started thrusting in sync. You knew it was too much, they knew it was too much, yet they couldn’t stop themselves.

They had always talked about having a threesome and you were just a perfect fit. The place wasn’t ideal but whatever, still worked.

The library was filled with noise that should never ever fill it.

You’re clawing Eren’s back, overstimulated, spent and sore.

The blood had tried between your thighs and so did Eren’s cum from the first two rounds.

Jean closed in from behind, allowing both of them to thrust deeper into you.

He kissed along your jaw like Eren did as you melted between them.

They were close, twitching inside of you. When they came, they didn’t bother to pull out.

They stood there with you in their arms, peppering your tear-streaked face with kisses.

Jean strokes your hair, whispering, “Shhh, sweetie. You’re fine, you needed this.”

They pull out before Eren sets you down on the table and you slump against him.

Jeans gives you his jacket to cover up because your uniform was practically torn off.

Eren puts it on you before picking you up, stroking your hair. “You did good, baby. So good, m’so proud of you.”

Jeans collects your things and they take you out to his car.

Rip to all the people studying in that library🙏

Not edited!! So sorry for any mistakes!!

[swingadingding]

Intoxicated (Kazuha x reader)

Happy New Year!! I've made it a goal to start my fanfic writing journey this year and this is my soft launch! This is part 1 of 2 because I don't know how people will react to my writing/story. But if this gets some love then I'll finish it out!

Synopsis: You and Kazuha have been friends for a long time now, basically childhood best friends.  The two of you get invited to a party that’s being hosted by a mutual friend of the both of you, Venti.  During the party, Kazuha gets a little too carried away by the drinks.  And it just so happens that a drunk Kazuha equals hot and heavy Kazuha.  

Trigger Warning(s)(?): I don't think there is any in this first part- Modern AUish? Mature audiences only! 18+ and MDNI!!

It was no surprise that those who were friends when they were younger, grow apart when older.  There’s only a few people who are lucky enough to keep their childhood best friend.  You ended being one of those people.  Your childhood best friend? Kaedehara Kazuha.  You grew up with Kazuha, literally.  Your father was Kazuha’s Dad’s roommate back in college.  When the both of them found girlfriends and eventually turned them into wives, they still kept contact.  No one could break their bond.  And it even just so happens that the both of them have children relatively the same age who they introduced to each other.  Kazuha just had to be older than you, albeit not too far apart.  Ever since  Both of your families adored the moments you and Kazuha shared.  Kazuha was a shy child who enjoyed reading and writing.  You were always a curious child, not trying to look for trouble but always looked at the world with big eyes and an open heart.  You two complimented each other a lot due to you guys growing up similarly.  There was never a moment where you weren’t with Kazuha and vice versa.  Everyone had always thought that the two of you would start dating or even get married but alas, nothing happened between the both of you.  It was no surprise that you gained feelings for Kazuha but being so close to him means if you crossed that line and something goes wrong, there’s no going back.  You can’t imagine your world without Kazuha so you sealed your lips to secure your future with him in it.  Hitting the fast forward button, 22 years go by and you and Kazuha? Still friends to the end.  Tomorrow was your guys’ friendiversary and the both of you wanted to celebrate with one another. 

You get out of the shower when you hear your phone give off a ping sound, signaling that someone had messaged you.  But it wasn’t just an ordinary ping sound, it was the specific one you gave Kazuha.  It started as a joke that you gave him a special ping sound but you always looked forward to that sound going off from your phone.  As soon as you heard the sound, you rushed over to your bed table to grab your phone to see what he texted as you plopped down on your bed despite the water still dripping from your hair.  

“Hey sweetheart” was the text from him.  

Your heart skipped a beat at the word sweetheart.  So endearing and sweet.  The both of you loved Howl’s Moving Castle and you jokingly said that he was like Howl.  Then he said that you were Sophie if he was Howl and so he started calling you sweetheart.  A lot of people misinterpret this as you guys being in a relationship, you couldn’t blame them.  You would misinterpret the situation too but you knew that he just called you that because of the movie.  

“Why hello there, you need something?”  You immediately texted back.  

“Our friendiversary is around the corner, Venti invited us to a party on that day.  Do you wanna go? I won’t go if you don’t though”  he shot back just as quickly as you did.  

You always took notice at how fast he responds to your messages.  He was never the one to leave you on read unless he’s doing something really important such as studying.  It never fails to make your heart beat fast with how fast he responds.  Staring at the message, you contemplated for a moment.  Venti was a good friend of the both of you.  You always have fun with him whenever he’s around.  You thought, “Why the heck not? What could go wrong?”  Quickly texting back,  

“Yeah sure, I’ll go.  We can celebrate there together and then we can get takeout afterwards, sound good?” 

“We should get your favorite for takeout and sounds good to me”

“Heyyy it’s not only my special day yk? Let’s also get your fav and we can have both” 

“How sweet of you to think of me, fine.  I won’t argue with you on that sweetheart”

“🥰🫶”

Something you loved about Kazuha was the way he texted back so fast.  He didn’t leave you on read or delivered, even if he did, he would immediately apologize for it.  Your friends commented that he’s whipped for you so that’s why he texts back so fast.  You ignored their comments, they were just silly thoughts.  In the back of your mind though, you hoped that was the reason for him texting so fast.  You wished that he liked you the way you did and that everything he’s doing from texting so fast to him calling you sweetheart was because he liked you.  You snapped out of your daydream when you felt your towel slipping from your body.  Quickly adjusting it back, you get up from your bed to go get changed.  You were going out with some of your girlfriends today to go shopping and catch up with them.  Being an adult was tiring so this was a nice breather.  Picking an outfit you felt comfortable in, you looked at yourself in the mirror before heading out and grabbed all your valuables.  You stepped out of your apartment and headed to your building’s parking lot to get to your car.  Once you got to your car, you put on your driving playlist before heading out to the mall you and your girlfriends agreed to.  

After a bit of a drive, you arrived at the mall and parked your car in the mall parking lot.  You hopped out of your car and started heading to your guys’ appointed meeting spot.  A few minutes of walking and it didn’t take long before you saw all your girlfriends gathered around waiting for you.  It seemed like you were the last one who needed to get there.  You gave your girls hugs and greeted all of them.  “Sorry I’m late girls, parking is a bitch sometimes.”  You say as you scratch the back of your neck.

“Don’t sweat it kid, you’re all good.”  Beidou replies with a smile.

“Guysss let’s go now!! Everyone is here!! Ready to start shopping?!” Xiangling exclaims in excitement

You all nod and start heading towards the first store.

You search through the racks at the first store to see what you could wear to this party when you get a text from Kazuha.  You giggle and cover your mouth at his message not knowing there was someone looking over your shoulder.

“I spy with my little eye someone who’s whipped for their best friend!~” Hu Tao called out while pointing, causing your girlfriends to turn towards the direction she was pointing.  A blush covered your face as you got embarrassed.

“Cut it out, Hu Tao.  You’re teasing the poor thing.”  Xinyan replied.  Ningguang and Beidou gave a simultaneous laugh as you turned your body away from Hu Tao, shaking your head.  

“Quit messing with me, Hu Tao.  And stop looking over my shoulder!! Besides, I'm not whipped for Kazuha.”  You replied as you got closer.  

“I didn’t mention Kazuha though!~” Hu Tao retorted and you got embarrassed, stumbling over your words as everyone laughed at your reaction.  

“Hu Tao just might be right, Y/N.”  Yelan commented while smirking, you cleared your throat and shook your head.  

“Whatever guys , are we shopping or are we gonna keep going with me?” You asked.  

“Alright, alright, we’ll stop.  Let’s get going before the day slips by us! Plus I still need to find something cute for Venti’s party tomorrow!” Hu Tao responded as she went into a shop.  

“You guys got invited too? Kazu and I got invited too.”  

“Yeah, everyone practically got invited to his party.  We’re all gonna go, we don’t got anything else to do anyways.”  Beidou responded as she followed Hu Tao.  You nodded and headed after everyone else.  

It took you guys at least 3 hours to shop for something for the party.  Ningguang picked a gold dress with a high slit, Beidou got a purple jumpsuit, Yelan picked out a blue suit, Hu Tao chose a pair of bell bottoms with a red top, and Xinyan got the same thing as Hu Tao as they wanted to match.  You picked a simple yet classy red dress, it was a bit short though.  It only came down to the middle of your thigh.  The skirt was a little bit flowy and was actually pretty soft so the material didn’t bother you despite it being so short.  The dress also couldn’t be worn with a bra because the back is essentially backless except for the strings you pull in order to make the dress fit/tighten.  You loved the dress since it fit in all the right places.  You had a good pair of boots to go with the dress, no way in hell were you going to wear some heels with the dress.  Plus you would trip over yourself in heels if you got drunk even though you didn’t plan on drinking, this was Venti’s party.  You knew that there were going to be a lot of drinks just because it was Venti’s party.  All the girls whistled and hollered at your dress, Hu Tao made a comment saying that it was gonna look good on Kazuha’s floor which earned a head smack from Xinyan and some giggles from the other girls.  A furious blush and embarrassing yell later, you all parted ways.  You just headed home, shopping was exhausting even if it was fun.  Once you got home, you set aside the outfit and laid in your bed.  You sighed feeling your comfy bed on your body, it felt so good.  Closing your eyes, you decided to take a nap but your plans got interrupted by Kazuha’s special ping.  Your eyes flew open and you scrambled to grab your phone.  “What are you wearing tomorrow?” He texted.  

“A simple red dress, nothing too fancy” 

“Can I see? Please :)” 

You contemplated for a moment if you wanted to send him a picture.  You thought of teasing him and saying no but he’s so sweet, you didn’t want to say no.  

“Sure, gimme a sec :)” 

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart” 

Getting up from your bed, you throw on the dress and head over to your mirror to take a quick picture.  You snapped a quick picture and took a look at it, you kind of slayed that pic.  Sending the photo with a small text saying “This is it! :)” you awaited a text back.  But that text never came which confused you.  

“Kazuuuu?” you texted but no reply.  You see that he has seen your message but nothing.  You shrugged off his odd behavior and took off the dress, still setting it aside.  Taking a look at the time, you decided to get ready for bed since you weren’t going anywhere else tonight.  You did your nightly routine, settled into your bed, and popped on a TV show before you drifted to sleep.  

You woke up at around noon and checked your phone.  As you checked your phone, you saw a text from Kazuha that was a few hours ago.  

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I fell asleep.  You look amazing btw, gorgeous even :)” 

Your heart skipped a beat, he was such a charmer.  Giggling a bit, you sent a text back. 

“Please, it’s just a simple dress.  It’s not even my color” 

“Red suits you though, it looks so pretty on you. You're so gorgeous” 

“Are you flirting with me, Kazuha?” 

“Maybe I am.”

“Very funny, Mr. Kaedehara. OH! Lemme see what you're going to wear” 

"Ah I guess that's fair, I did get to see my favorite girl in her outfit"

Without missing a beat, Kazuha sent a picture of him in his outfit. It was a mirror picture. You recognized the mirror as the one he got back in high school when he gained more confidence and started taking OFTD pictures. A black leather jacket with a red undershirt. The leaf necklace you gifted him back in high school was sitting proudly on his neck. His hands adorned with black fingerless gloves. His outfit hugged him in the right places and it even looked like he's been lifting weights so his arms look bigger in the picture. A blush immediately formed on your face. "Fuck he looks so good- what the fuck-" You thought to yourself as you stared at the photo.

"You look handsome as always"

"Not as gorgeous as you, my dear"

"Oh hush you"

"I'm only speaking the truth"

"Have you been working out more?"

"So you've noticed"

"The outfit is doing you justice my good sir"

"Haha ever always so sweet"

"'I'm only speaking the truth'"

"Using my words against me, sweetheart? I'm hurt"

"Haha look at who's flustered now"

“Oh btw, Happy Friendversary, sweetheart” 

“Happy Friendversary ‘Howl’ :)” 

While you love Kazuha with all your heart and being, he could be such a tease.  You can never tell if he was ever serious about his antics. Always keeping you on edge. Shaking your head at your phone, you decide to get up from your bed and stretch.  In just a few hours, you’d be going to Venti’s party.  You wondered what you were gonna do before the party but your train of thought got stopped when you heard the bell to your apartment ring.  Lazily walking to the door, you look through your peephole to see who it was.  It was Ningguang and Bediou, you opened the door.  

“Hello you two, what are you doing here?” 

“We’re here to help you get ready for the party, of course.”  Ningguang responded.  

“Ok? But why-” 

“To put it sweet and simple, we’re here to get you laid tonight whether that be by Kazuha or someone else.”  Beidou smiled as she spoke while walking into your apartment.  Ningguang followed suit.  

“Woah, woah, woah.  I’m not getting laid tonight-”

“Yes, you are.  End of conversation.”  Ningguang insisted as she grabbed your hand to drag you to your room.

“What am I getting into??…”  You thought as Beidou and Ningguang closed your bedroom door…

Author's note: I absolutely adored writing this all out!! I'm so excited to start this journey and hope you all enjoyed the first part!! <333

[tojisth3rdwife]

So i'm laying here sick as hell..

Thinking about the time I read somewhere that one of men’s “secrets” when it comes to women is how much they enjoy having sex with us when we’re sick (like cold/flu sick) because of how warm it gets down there….

And I immediately thought of Satoru mf Gojo.

cw: just suggestive/flirty Gojo. My sick brain cant do smut rn..maybe later tho

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Satoru leaned against the doorframe of the shared bedroom, arms crossed and a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm light that mirrored the radiance of the girl nestled under the covers. You looked fragile, cheeks flushed from the fever, creating an almost ethereal beauty that made his heart ache. Of course, you just thought you looked exactly how you felt.

Like shit.

“How are you feeling over there sweetcheeks?” he asked, stepping inside, his voice a mix of concern and teasing.

You glanced up at him, your normally vibrant eyes dulled by fatigue but still managing to sparkle with mischief.

“Like I’m about to be put on trial for crimes against my immune system,” you replied, your voice sounding off due to the congestion, a weak smile breaking through the haze of discomfort.

Satoru chuckled, moving closer. “You know I’m the best lawyer in town. I could get you out of this.” He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his fingers brush against your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. He fails to control the way his face wrinkles up in a grimace.

“You’re burning up, baby..”

You just closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “Yeah well, no shit, it’s not exactly a spa day over here. Unless you wanna get sick too, I suggest you keep your distance. Infinity dont work against germs..”

Although, you don't know why you bothered when he didn't give a damn. Getting sick meant he got to spend more time at home with you, and less time being pulled around like a puppet by the higher ups.

“Maybe not,” he said, ignoring your warning with teasing lilt to his voice.

“But you’re definitely warming me up.” He leaned in closer, the playful glint in his eye shifting to something more serious as he studied you with those gleaming blue eyes. You wanted to turn away and hide from him under the covers, knowing damn well you were probably all crusty and sweaty from being curled up in the bed all day, but Satoru didnt seem affected by it. He looked at you the way he always did. Like he was hungry.

“You know, you’re really cute when you’re all feverish like this.”

You opened your eyes, rolling them playfully, but the corners of your mouth twitched up because you knew him too well.

“You’re terrible.”

“But you love it,” he replied, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

He shifted, leaning closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating off his body, mixing with your own feverish heat.

“I mean, come on. Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?” He gestured to himself dramatically, earning a laugh from you that inevitably turned into a cough. You immediately turn away to cover your mouth with the back of your hand because that was just best you could do. Pain rattled in your chest with every heave, but you managed to find your breath soon as your boyfriend regarded you warrily.

“Smooth, Toru. Really smooth,” you said, your tone laced with sarcasm and discomfort, but the faint squeak in your voice made you sound even more pitifully adorable.

“Just stating facts.” He leaned against the headboard slightly, contemplating. Since he was there and showed no signs of leaving, you allowed yourself to get cozy on him, clinging to his long form like he was your body pillow and resting your face on his chest. Satoru hugged you closer to him, his cool hands running up and down your back until one of them slipped under the hoodie you were wearing. Likely one of his. Your skin blazed under his gentle touch, the insulated garment trapping all your body heat and creating a cacoon of warmth.

He then pressed his lips on your forehead, the sign of affection also serving as a way to check your fever.

“When was the last time you checked your temp?”

You shrugged weakly.

“Mmm not long ago. Said 101.4 but I just feel cold. I took some medicine though..”

Satoru hummed back, kissing your forehead once more. A few more beats of comfortable silence passed as you cuddled against your clingy boyfriend, the pace of his relaxed heartbeat and the faint volume of your TV on in the distance damn near lulling you back to sleep.

That would have been too perfect of course.

“You know…they say fevers make you feel warmer inside and out, right? I could help with that.” His tone turned playful again, but there was an underlying sincerity that made your heart race. That, and the very unsubtle way Satoru’s fingers were toying with the clasps of your bra underneath the hoodie.

“Is that your way of saying you want to…Uh uhn..” you finish the sentence in your head as you attempt to wriggle free of his embrace.

“What??” he laughed, feigning innocence but not letting you pull away completely.

“You know what..everytime I get sick, you come in here tryna fuck on me. Freaky ass..” you mutter, ultimately giving up on moving away from him. You were just too comfortable.

“Okay, but hear me out..” he interrupted, a glimmer of mischief in his voice.

“You dont know how warm and wet you get down there when you have a fever…It’s insane. And you never tell me no so who’s the freak here?”

“Still you.” You mutter against his sternum, hiding your little smirk.

As depraved as it might sound, you could just about imagine how warm your pussy felt to Satoru when your internal temperature was a little less than half way hot enough to boil water. And the way your entire body ached, you just knew your pussy felt more tender than usual, increasing your sensitivity and arousal when stimulated.

Who were you kidding? Having sex with Satoru in any condition felt good to you so you could imagine why he was so eager to be inside you if the feeling was mutual. If not better.

“Plus..It’s scientifically proven that skin-to-skin contact can help regulate body temperature. So really, I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend here.”

“So….youre suggesting I get naked?”

Satoru shakes his head, still as playful as ever.

“I'm suggesting we both get naked and just see what happens from there.” He responds nonchalantly.

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto your face. “Uh-huh. And how does that help me again?”

“Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement,” he suggested, shifting his position for him to look at you, foreheads almost touching. “You get my warmth, and I get to be close to you. You get to cum. I get to cum. I know your entire body is aching right now and an orgasm or two might cure that.” He lowered his voice, a hint of sincerity creeping in.

“I just want to make you feel better, baby..” he adds, caressing your cheek and rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

You lifted your head and your breathing hitched at the intensity of his gaze, the warmth radiating from him drawing you in.

“You're insatiable, you know that?” You scoff, heart fluttering at his usual boldness.

“Only when it comes to you,” he replied softly, his playful demeanor shifting to one of genuine affection. He reached out, tucking a loose curly strand of hair back under your satin scarf.

“But I wouldn’t want to push you. If you’re not feeling up for it…”

“Nah nah,” you interrupted, a spark of determination in your eyes.

“Don't try to backpedal. I require your warmth and a few orgasms for medical reasons, Dr. Gojo. So come up off it..” you joke and Satoru’s grin widened, filled with both mischief and tenderness.

“That’s the spirit!”

With that, he quickly shed his clothes and helped you out of the hoodie ( that turned out to be his) , and slipped under the covers beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

The heat enveloped you both, literally and sexually. And for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the comfort of each other’s presence.