#and its hello kitty every damn time

[animamii]

lockedup!toji lovessss receiving letters from you. 💌

"Fushiguro, you got mail," one of the corrections officers would knock on his open cell door. Toji always had this smirk tugging at his lips when the guard said those words. Although it was only a mask for the thrum he felt in his heart. He would always be handed a nice little stack of letters, all from you. The envelopes would be different colors, pinks and reds and purples. You'd really put a lot of effort into these [mostly love] letters. Even going as far as buying the cutest stamps you could find. He would never admit it out loud—he'd rather choke— but Toji loves when you put those cute little Hello Kitty stamps on the letters. Toji didn’t seem like the type to care for stuff like that, but those letters? Oh, they meant everything.

His name would be written in your cute handwriting, Toji Fushiguro with a little heart next to it. Flipping over the letter, you'd alway put a cute sticker over the seal. Or a heart if you couldn't find a sticker you'd like. He never rushed to open them, though; instead, he’d take his time, flipping through the envelopes, savoring the sight of your adorable scribbles. Toji loved the scent of them, always smelling like the spritz of perfume you'd put on the paper (thank you for the idea, Grease). He loved it just as much as the lipstick kisses you'd put on every blank space of the envelope and letter. Even if you weren't much of a lipstick user, you made sure to keep some different shades in stock so you can send Toji kisses through the mail.

It was the highlight of his day, pulling open the envelope with a rare softness in his usually rough hands. Always being ever so careful not to rip the envelope or the sticker you so thoughtfully sealed it with. He’d sit on the edge of his cot, back resting against the cold cement wall, eyes scanning over your handwriting. Every curve of your letters, every word you wrote, he soaked in every little thing. You wrote about every little thing; what you ate, what you listened to, what you watched. Your little girlish gossip. Toji preferred to read multiple pages of you rambling on about whatever came to your pretty little head. Made him feel like he was with you again, sitting there babbling to him like you always did.

After reading through one of your letters for the first time, Toji would lean back, holding the paper loosely in his hand, a rare softness washing over his sharp features. His lips would curl faintly at the edges, almost like he could hear your voice through the words on the page. He’d trace over your little doodles in the corners—the hearts, the smiley faces, even the exaggerated stick figure versions of you and him. Toji wasn’t a sentimental man by nature, but these small things? They clawed their way into the part of his chest he thought was hardened long ago. Sometimes, the other inmates would glance his way, curious about what kept the infamous Fushiguro so quiet. He’d shoot them a glare that said, Mind your own damn business. No one dared ask questions.

Toji had a little ritual for your letters. After reading through them, he’d carefully fold them, put it back in its respective envelope, and tuck them into his pillowcase. It wasn’t much, but it kept them close to him, right where he could feel that connection even when he wasn’t holding the paper. Later, when the lights dimmed and the prison settled into its eerie quiet, he’d pull one out again, holding it under the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the bars. It didn’t matter if it was the same letter he read last week or one you’d just sent—it still carried that same warmth.

"Y’know," he muttered to himself one night, voice low enough not to carry. "You’re making me soft, sweetheart." But he didn’t really mind. Those letters gave him something to look forward to, something worth counting down the days for.

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y'all I wanna write more drabbles like thiss. Also I'm thinking... maybe some letters from Toji himself? Or from reader? both?? o.O lemme know bebecitas I wanna write what y'all wanna read!! xoxo

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[lxnarphase]

BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY ᯓ★

━━ ❝ I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY, N★GGA! FIND A NEW HOBBY, N★GGA! ❞ wc. 5.4k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : being toji's roommate, you finally snap after another night of not being able to sleep because of his damn late-night hookups. your house, your rules.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x f. toji, frenemies to lovers, smut, face-sitting + pussy eating, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, playful arguing, hair pulling, size kink, begging, riding, unprotected sex (do not do this in real life omfg), dom-ish reader, sub-ish toji, lots of pet names, toji being an asshole, toji gets called a 'good boy' a few times

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's notes : toji toji toji, what am i going to do with you...anyways, this was super fun and i love these two so much and i need them to go out on a date properly at some point ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎

you love sleep. absolutely love and cherish it, even.

every night, you follow the routine you set for yourself without fail: hot shower, slipping into some comfy PJs, in-depth skincare, brushing your teeth, and then pulling your bonnet on.

nothing is better than slipping into bed, soft sheets feeling sooo good on your skin. yes, you absolutely love sleep.

except it seems that your roommate has no respect for your need for rest, considering how many times you've had to hear the high-pitched whining of women paired with the annoying thud of the headboard against the wall.

he better not damage the wall either, because he will be the one paying for it.

you both were...sort of friends, sure, but ever since you both graduated college, toji has been doing his best to get on your nerves. constantly picking on you, teasing you, or doing stupid shit that annoys the fuck out of you. especially whenever he leaves the fucking toilet seat up in the middle of the night.

and every time he hears you squeal late at night in the bathroom before shouting his name, he can't help but laugh.

eventually, it went from him just doing things to inconvenience or mess with you to this. and you were tired.

these nightly...activities of his need to be addressed because you are not letting a man of all things be the reason you can't sleep soundly at night. this is your apartment, after all!

it's a friday night and you just know you need to talk to him before you have to hear some woman fighting for her life of toji does...whatever he does that has all these women coming in and out of your apartment like it's a damn brothel...okay, well, it was the same two women, but still!

so that's how you find yourself, pounding on his door, sleepy, tired, and irritated in your hello kitty pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, ready to get in bed and actually sleep.

"fushiguro, open this damn door," you command, fluffy slipper tapping on the floor as you wait for him to open his door. after a minute, you hear a groan and the shuffling of sheets before the door swings open.

toji stands in the doorway, only in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you. you don't care how hot he looks, you want nothing more than to wipe that look off his face, hating how smug he looks.

"whaddya want? 's she here already? told 'er not to come for another 2 hours," he mumbles, scratching at the scar on his lip. you're silent for a moment, processing what he just said. "who......no. nononono. absolutely not, tell whoever you are expecting she is not coming into my apartment."

crossing your arms, you fix him with a tough look. sure, you know you aren't the scariest thing, especially in hello kitty pants and puffy slippers, but it doesn't matter! he is going to respect your wishes or...or else!

"aww, what's wrong, doll? can't sleep," he teases, voice low and sinfully smooth as smirk finds its way onto his face. "guess ya should've invested in those headphone y'keep talkin' about so much. can't help that 'm just that good that the girlies can't keep their mouths shut."

having you in front of his bedroom door like this...it's so fucking adorable to him, you were just so cute and didn't have a single clue, did you? complaining that he and his little playthings were too loud and keeping you up was not what he expected. but, toji won't lie, he's genuinely surprised it took you so long to finally say something.

it seems his little comment struck a cord, his smirk getting bigger when your eyes get just a bit wider in disbelief. man, you were so fucking cute like this, all angry and huffy.

"okay, first of all, those headphones are NOT comfy to sleep with at night. and i'm not dropping almost $400 dollars on something so that i can accommodate for you," you argue, stepping forward and jabbing your finger into his stupidly big chest.

no, seriously, why were his pecs almost bigger than your tits?

"can you please just let me sleep for one night, or are you that sex deprived you can't go a single night without getting your dick wet?"

whatever this new side of you was, he liked it.

"aww, sounds like little princess s' mad no one's fuckin' her right. ya not gettin' fucked good, pipsqueak? haven't seen yer boy-toy around lately anyways.

"god, that's—that's none of your fucking business, fushiguro, shut up!"

"make me."

you blink.

a moment passes...and suddenly, your eyes are sharp.

ah...he might've fucked up with those two simple words.

"...you know what? i will, you annoying fuck."

catching toji off guard, you shove him back, taking advantage of him stumbling to walk inside his room as you slam the door shut behind you. a light chuckle escapes him, eyebrows raises. "so, the little kitten does have claws," he says with a grin.

his little roommate seems to have grown a pair of balls. what is she gonna do? hit him with pillows, curse him out, kick him out? pffft, if you kicked him out he would know you needed sleep, you both have been friends for too long...right?

as toji gets slightly worried he might've genuinely crossed a line (a bit too late to realize that, he realizes), you push him onto his bed, standing between his legs.

oh.

oh, he...he likes you from his angle, looking down at him with a little bit of a pout on those pretty full lips of yours as you try soooo hard to look angry and scary. but how can he be scared when his roommate, the one he's been fucking his hand for, looks so fucking cute?

curly hair a bit frizzy and messy (he's surprised you don't have your bonnet on yet), smelling like cocoa butter and that strawberry shortcake body spray that haunts him at night. and now you're in his fucking room. he'd never be able to escape it now.

fuck, every time you came close to him, he just suddenly couldn't process anything except you...he needed to get a grip.

propping himself up on his elbows, toji locks eyes with you, playing off his surprise. "what's gotten into ya, roomie? so aggressive, might have t' call shiu to come get you," he attempts to playfully poke. the tension in the room grows when you start to massage your temples, trying to calm down.

in.

out.

in.

out.

in-

"well, if lack of sleep is gettin' you all huffed up like this, i gotta couple o' ways t' tire ya out if y'need."

"oh my god, y'talk too fucking much," you grumble.

toji opens his mouth, ready to make another smart comment but he's shocked into silence when you tug your pajama pants off. there's no fucking way this is real. toji knows he has to be dreaming and knowing he'd be waking up with a wet spot in his pants if he didn't wake up soon.

and...are you wearing hello kitty boxer briefs too? god, you're such a fucking dork, it's cute and it's only making him harder in his pants.

but all of that is forgotten when you hook your fingers in the waistband of those stupid looking boxers and drag them down those pretty legs and toji gets a glimpse of your cute, pudgy tummy and...and....

fuck.

he doesn't even get a chance to think, he's so fucking hard. you're fucking half naked in his room right now and he can't tear his eyes away from how soft you look, that little patch of hair (is it shaped like a fucking heart? jesus fucking christ, you were serious about making yourself feel pretty everywhere), god, he's so fucked.

"shit. someone's eager. just couldn' wait to-"

"i'm so sick of you," you cut off, pushing him down onto the bed, crawling up his chest. you give him a look, one that he instantly understands and he smirks, giving you a nod before you continue moving until your hips hover over his face.

the smirk melts off his face when he realizes how real this is. your bare pussy is literally mere inches away from his mouth, so close he can practically taste you.

he's not gonna make it out of this alive, is he?

when you see him about to open his mouth to make another stupid comment, you move, pressing your hips down onto his face, shutting him up. "you wanna use your mouth so much, toj? i'll give you somethin' to use it on."

toji's response is just a muffled groan, his eyes fluttering a little. his hands move up to grip your thighs to steady you and also keep you on his face. he hasn't even tasted you, but shit, you smell so good.

wasting no more time, his tongue hungrily darts out, desperate to taste you. the moment he licks over your folds, he's sighing, melting into the bed. you're so soft, so sweet and he hasn't even gotten a taste from the main source. pulling you down onto his face a bit harder, toji finally swipes through your cunt and he's addicted.

"mmh, fuck," he grunts, burying his face as deep as possible. what the actual fuck are you made of, he thinks to himself. you taste so sweet, he's getting so dizzy as he starts to messily lap up all the slick dripping from your pussy. he barely pulls away from you to breathe, taking just a second to part, his hot breath fanning against the wet mess between your legs before he dives right back in, his low groans resonating against your core so nicely.

toji slurps loudly at your cunt, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips up, the friction of his sweats on his cock a sweet relief. he's so sure this is heaven, thanking whatever god there is for making you snap to this point but then you start talking.

you sigh, hips gently rocking against toji's face as your eyes open to look down your body at him. "mmn, 's better," you purr to yourself, little sweet noises of pleasure escaping you as one of your hands runs through his hair, giving him an encouraging little tug.

"should i just give you my pussy every night so you let me sleep, toj," you coo at him, a smug smile on your face. he didn't even notice his eyes slipped shut, but he opens them, flickering up to meet your lidded gaze and see the pride swirling around your eyes.

has his roommate always been like this? toji doesn't remember you being so fucking sexy like this. sure, you've always been attractive, and he's definitely had a thing for you for a while. but never in his life did he think his sweetheart of a friend would be smushing his face into her soft cunt.

his response is a little nod and an increase in his tongue's movements against your sloppy pussy. his lips move to suck right at your puffy clit, and he swears nearly cums when you gasp his name and whine, pulling him even deeper by his hair.

his train of thought is completely destroyed, he can't think of anything but you, can't feel anything but you, can't see, can't smell, can't taste anything but you.

he'd kill a man if it meant being able to taste you like this every fucking day.

"ohh, tojibaby, y'look s' pretty eating my pussy...poor thing, jus' needed something to shut you up for a bit."

scratch that, he'd kill SEVERAL men if it meant hearing you sing praises like that while you grind against his mouth, practically suffocating him with your thighs.

it's addicting, the way slick is gushing out of you each time he kisses your clit before sucking on it, coating his mouth. toji knows he looks a wreck, but he doesn't care, not when he's got you on him like this.

"d'you wanna make me cum, toj?" you ask it so teasingly, tugging his hair again and making him moan. "you're makin' out with my pussy...such a good boy for me."

those two words are his undoing, a visible shift in his energy. his eyes are sharp, and he almost looks angry as he grips your thighs even harder. "yes, fuck, yeah, mama, i wanna make you cum all over my face," he growls, tongue unrelenting when it slips back inside of your cunt, a nasty wet noise filling the air as you keen. he's fucking you with his tongue so messily, like he'll die if he stops tasting you.

good boy. you called him a good boy.

the compliment made something snap in him, the need to devour you whole the only thing on his mind. he's not just a good boy, no, he's your good boy, and the thought of being yours makes a thick bead of precum to drip out of his cock and stain his sweatpants.

he's brought back when you tug his head back to look at you, that thick tongue of his slipping out of you.

"i don't want you bringing anymore fucking women in my house, fushiguro," you warn, glaring down at him. you're serious. if you see another girl come in here at 11pm, you might actually kill this man in his sleep and not in a way he'd like

"i'm so tired of hearing their annoying moans. if you need a pussy to put your stupid dick in, just ask me, you fuckin' idiot." shit, you usually never talk like this, but toji likes this side of you. the usually sweet and kind roommate he was so used to was no where to be seen, replaced with this commanding and no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.

he can't even deny, this side of you is such a massive turn on.

"promise you're gonna let me fuckin' sleep n' i'll cum on your pretty mouth, fushiguro. otherwise, i'm getting up and i'll call shiu and see if he wants a taste."

oh, fuck no. no way in hell is toji letting that smug bastard see you like this, best friend or not.

he desperately nods, just wanting you to let go of his hair so he can dive back into your sweet pussy, licking his lips to taste you again.

"promise, mama, no more bringing other women, jus' you, don't need nobody else but you, y'got my word."

"that's my good boy."

once you let go of his hair, toji dives right back to the task at hand like man possessed. his lips press against your clit, kissing it with little wet smacks before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue doesn't give you a break, flicking over it rapidly. your moans, god, your moans are getting so loud and so pretty, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you get closer and closer.

"c'mon, doll, please," he begs, a whininess in his voice as he massages your thick thighs, encouraging you to ride his face until you cream all over it. "give it t' me, give me what i wan', cum all over my face, baby girl."

feeling how you start to move your hips, a sweet little 't-toji, 'm gonna cum' falling from your lips, his hands grasp your ass as he seals his mouth over your cunt, sucking and licking desperately.

he needs it.

he needs you.

needs you so fucking bad.

feeling him mutter those words against your cunt makes you gasp and choke out his name, thighs squeezing around his head. "oh, fuck, toji, 'm cummin, baby!" your hands are both in his hair as you desperately hump against his mouth, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

he doesn't stop, he keeps his mouth on you to make sure not a drop of your sweet cum goes to waste. he can feel it spilling out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. it's so messy, just how he likes it.

he watches you, how could he even think to take his eyes off you? you're so pretty, do you even realize how your hair got puffier and messier from your sweating, how a few of those tiny curls got stuck to your skin?

"g-god, fuck, toj, hoohmygod, your mouth 's so good, nngh!"

shit, you're pretty, so fucking pretty, what the fuck? god, you even cum pretty, toji's so fucked. why didn't he get you on his face like this sooner?

feeling your tremors start to subside, toji slows his tongue, switching to little licks and then to soft kisses against your clit, keeping you grounded as you come down from your high. the fact he didn't paint the inside of his sweatpants white is a miracle, but he knows the front is wet and stained.

when he feels you relax, toji guides you off his face and down to sit on his chest. he can't help the twinkle in his eye, grinning at you proudly. the bottom half of his face is a mess, covered in his spit and your slick. you like this look on him.

"has anyone ever told you that you've got t'most addicting pussy ever?"

you huff a laugh, urging him to move up further on the bed until his back rests against the pillows. he was so annoying, and you hated how attractive it made him. “you’re too awake for my liking," you sarcastically huff, giving him a sweet little pout that makes him feel a bit more things than he probably should.

tugging his sweatpants down, you let out a little noise of surprise.

ah.

it all makes sense now. no wonder those girls sounded like they were dying.

"toji, what the actual hell is wrong with you?!"

"don't get mad at me, ma, i didn't magically make my dick this size! i just got lucky!"

"lucky?! girl, this is a curse, how the fuck did those girls fit this thing in them?!"

"they didn't."

that makes you pause. they couldn't get him all the way inside? glancing down at his cock, heavy in your hand, as he helps to get his pants completely off, you're not surprised. but you could take it, right?

...guess you need to find out.

shifting your hips, you move to swipe his cock through your slick pussy, a smug look on your face when he sharply inhales. "i'm gettin' my revenge, pretty boy, for all the sleep you made me lose. 's late, anyways, yeah? don't we need to sleep soon?"

the head of his cock catches onto your entrance, causing you both to sigh in pleasure. this would be a stretch, but you're determined by pure spite from toji and those women keeping you up at night.

while you're teasing him, toji is a breath away from losing his mind. the sight of you taking charge, hair completely fluffy now from the humidity in the room, has his cock pulsing in your soft hand. he's so sure that you're not gonna be able to take it all in. shit, he's wondering if he should stop you, tell you he's gotta prep you first or else it's gonna hurt, but you use your free hand to grab his face, making him look at you as an evil grin breaks out on your face.

"i'm gonna put you t' sleep with my pussy. uhm, something something, call that pussy nyquil," you giggle, slipping the tip of his cock inside of your wet, tight little cunt.

melting, that's the best way toji can describe the feeling of behind inside you, even if it's just the tip. "jesus," he hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips. you're so hot inside, your tight walls are so snug around him. there's no way this tight cunt of yours is gonna be able to fit him in, there's not fucking way.

despite that, he finds himself guiding you down onto him, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. but the sensation of your soft, gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly is making it so challenging to stay still.

"fuck, mama...shit," he groans, watching as he is sucked into your warm pussy. once you get halfway, he expects you to stop, and that's usually where they all do. he was fine with that, more than fine, because he's never been inside someone so fucking tight.

but then, you raise your hips until just the tip is inside, and with a devious little giggle, you slam your hips down, gasping when you get him in all the way. damn, you realize it was a stupid idea, the stretch making you feel almost sick, but the reaction you get out of toji is worth it.

his head falls back against the headboard, and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, his lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to relearn how to think.

“i'm gonna make you cum and ‘m gonna fuck you stupid for not letting me sleep, fushiguro.” giving yourself a bit to get used to his size, you slowly started moving, seeing what angle worked best for you.

meg the stallion, i'm gonna make you proud of me, you think with a little smirk before you steady yourself with your hands on his chest and start to bounce your hips, your cute little threat only making his cock throb inside you.

"'m gonna make you regret bein' an asshole to your pretty roommate, pretty boy."

it doesn't take long for it to get messy, for it to get so fucking sloppy and noisy. each time you bring your hips down, the room is filled with a wet smack. you've really made a mess out of him, your sticky wet coating his fat cock and his lap, thick strands of it connecting you to him with each raise of your hips before you bring them right back down.

toji can't breathe, finally tilting his head back up as his eyes are glued to where his cock slips in and out of you. you're taking him, taking all of him into your sticky cunt and, shit, he thinks he might die like this.

"fuck, fuck, mama, c'mon, don' do this t' me, relax, please, fuckin' strangling my cock, oh my god—"

he's whining, it's so cute. who knew you could get toji fushiguro, mr. tough guy, to crumble under you like this so easily? it's so wet and gushy, the sound of your thick body smacking back down on his only making his insides twist in pleasure. he can feel how fucking wet you are, dripping down his cock, down his balls, it's so unfair.

"tojiii, talk t' me," you coo at him, your sweet voice bringing him back. "don't tell me my pussy's making you dumb already, jus' started."

you did, you're literally fucking him dumb, and he doesn't know what to do or what to say, but hearing you say his name like that in-between moans as you bounce your hips up and down his throbbing shaft has his babbling in an instant.

"god, this cunt 's perfect, baby, s' fucking perfect."

“yeah? y’like my pussy, toj? like my pretty cunt creaming on you?” you roll your hips, a pretty moan leaving you when his tip nudges against that soft spot perfectly. “f-fuck, you really are big...poor thing, no one could get it in all the way? am, mh, am i the first t’ take this fat cock t’ the hilt, tojibaby?”

you lean forward, hands moving from his chest to around his neck as you roll your hips, swiveling them in ways that have him gushing precum all over the insides of your cunt. the squelches your cunt makes with each roll is so fucking sinful and so nasty.

"y-yeah, mama, she feels s' good around me, all tight and warm, milking my cock like it's made just for you."

god, you smell so good...he can still smell your perfume and the sweet blueberry scent of your leave-in. you smell so sweet and taste so sweet too, he's so fucking lucky to have you fucking him like this. toji's hands move from your hips to your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick, groaning your name.

"god, you're the first to take it all, y'got me so fucking deep in that sloppy lil' cunt that y'can feel me in your stomach."

you giggle between moans, pressing your forehead against his. "y'so cute, toji, such a good boy f' me, yeah? feels so much better knowin' you can just tell me if you need me to put you to sleep, right?"

he groans, nodding as his eyes flutter closed again. "y-yeah, yes, baby, feels s' much better," he admits, breathless as he starts to get close. he can feel you getting tighter, getting wetter, and he'll be damned if he cums before you do.

"aww, listen t' you," you say with a little whine, your dominant mask starting to ebb away as you start to grow weaker and weaker. it's starting to feel good, really good, to the point where you can't think either, and you don't know how much more of this you can do. "m-my pretty boy, my good boy, f-fuckin' me s...s-so good..."

the moment he picks up the whininess in your voice, toji is alert, looking into your eyes to find that the pleasure is finally catching up to you, too. "yeah? yeah, mama? she's feelin' good? fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, baby, gotta cream this pretty pussy so deep that she feels it f' days," he grunts, mouth open as he pants against your lips.

they look so pretty, he wonders if you taste like that lip balm you always carry, if your tongue is as sweet as you are, if your plump lips are as soft as they look. the thought of them pressing against his is what breaks him, and he's so embarrassed at the noise he makes before leaning back against the pillows and planting his feet into the mattress.

"i gotta fuck you, gotta fuck you good, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry, baby, promise i'll let you sleep, promise i'll be good for ya, okay? mm, fuck, c'mon, let toji make it better, gonna kiss your cunt with my cock and make it up t' ya."

toji fucks into your hole desperately, groaning at the loud wet plaps of his hips smacking against yours. your moans, god, your moans, they're so pretty, you're so pretty. he can see your tits bouncing against the fabric of the shirt you have on, and he curses, so fucking mad he didn't have you take it off. but he doesn't care, not right now, not when he sees how gorgeous you look.

he's so fucking prideful when he sees how poofed out your hair is, bouncing with each thrust up into you. "y're so fucking pretty, c'mere."

one of his hands grabs you by the back of the head and smushes his lips against yours, hungry as he licks over them before shoving his stupidly thick tongue inside your mouth. the kiss is just as messy as the rest of you, and the pitiful little moan you give has him reeling.

"i-i'm, 'm gonna cum, toj," you whisper against his mouth, nails biting into his shoulders as you do your best to match his pace. you're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum, you're about to cum all over his fucking dick, jesus christ.

"fuck, you're so hot, so cute, mama, my pretty girl. need ya t' cum, dolly, can y'do that for me? please, baby, cum on me, make a mess s' i can fill you up an' apologize like i promised," he rambles before kissing you again, biting your lip before running his tongue over it.

it's so close, you can taste it. it's so unfair how big his cock is, how you can feel every vein and throb of it inside of you, how you can feel his hot precum smudging all over your velvety walls.

the realization that he's inside you raw has you moaning so sweetly, and your pussy is gripping him for dear life as you dig your nails into his shoulders even more, head falling forward. "t-toji, 'm, 'm gonna—f-fuck!"

you're cumming, you're cumming on him, and it feels so fucking good. you're creaming all over his lap, and your crying and moaning his name so sweetly he feels like he's gonna pass out. "baby, babyyy, no, lemme see, lemme see you cum," he begs, the hand in your hair tilting your head back up and the view he gets has his hips stuttering inside you.

your eyes are unfocused, long lashes wet from tears as you pant and whimper for him, all for him. and when you make eye contact with him, he feels your gummy walls squeeze him so tight.

"oh, fuck, yes, mama, jus' like that. keep cummin' on me, keep goin', 'm so close, gonna cum, gonna cum in this pretty pussy s' fuckin' deep you feel it in your tummy," toji babbles before he's losing himself too, pressing your head against his chest as he fucks into you, savoring your overstimulated cries for him. "'s gonna go deep, so fuckin' deep an' i'm gonna fuckin' eat it outta you, just like y-you fuckin' deserve—!"

with a pathetic sounding groan of your name, he's giving one, two, three, four hard, deep thrusts, moaning as he pumps his thick load into you, feeling your oversensitive pussy milking him dry. "g-good boy, g'fucking boy, tojiii," you whimper, moving from his chest to pepper kisses all over his face, moaning softly as you feel his hot cum coating your walls.

his mind is so blissfully blank that he doesn't even realize he's shaking a little bit from how hard he just came. cooing happily at him, you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back down to you. "come back t' me tojiiii, don't die on me, roomie!"

still reeling from his insanely intense orgasm, manages a little chuckle, his hand moving from your ass to under your shirt, stroking your back. "'m here, 'm here, promise...i just...shit. ya fuckin' drained me, girly. what the hell are you?"

you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before nestling under his chin to catch your breath. "I'm your damn friend who happens to be the roommate you have been tormenting by not letting me sleep, dumbass."

"heh. fair point."

you both stay like this for a bit, just resting a little and trying to catch your breath. except...toji's eyes feel a little heavy, and he feels himself drifting away. "there you goooo," you coo, hand running through his hair. "told ya i'd put you to sleep."

"yeah, yeah, you were right," he grumbles and opens an eye, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. "jus' a lil' nap, okay? we still gotta get you cleaned up. after all, i promised i'd clean my cum outta ya, right?"

"my god, toji, you are nasty."

"but you like ittttt."

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing because, yes, you did. you liked it a lot.

soon, the room falls quiet as toji's breathing falls into rhythm with yours, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. his mind is still a bit dazed, and he can't help but get a little flustered as he realizes how badly he's wrapped around your little finger. the thought is only further confirmed when he feels his heart squeeze just a bit when he notices you fell asleep on his chest.

he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace, huffing to himself. yeah, so what he was whipped, he finally got you in his arms, so he sees it as a win.

as sleep finally starts to creep up on him, he presses a little kiss to your forehead, leaning back against the pillows and shutting his eyes. just a little nap, and then he'll get you cleaned up and make sure you accept his apology for everything he's put you through.

...he just hopes you won't be too grumpy when you realize you fell asleep without your bonnet on.

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ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's tags : @satoruwiki @llllllllllllloser @screampied @abcdbleh @vicfuentesfangirl @sakurapeach @ohsuguru @crywolfix @naughtygobbo @aura88967 @jeanine-gt @tananaxx @tojancy @happymangosstuff

[shoeistars]

no photos ! pt 1

incl. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

ʚଓ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

ʚଓ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

ʚଓ pt 2 (reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou)

isagi : on the back of his phone

Oh, he’s obsessed with this one polaroid you let him take, his cock slotted between your pretty tits. Your nails sparkled in the photo due to the flash, acrylics all shiny as you held your breasts together to keep him nice and snug

That night was one where he had earned himself a big win, the celebration you gave him was timeless. Your face was all sticky, smeared in pearly cum and runny spit, little bubbles all around the corner of your mouth

Clear case and all, everyone can get a good look at his favorite girl, see just how much of a cockslut she was with a fat dick between her tits and a pearly smile on her face

bachira : shoebox

As deranged as Bachira is, he likes to keep you for his eyes only. That being said, the Nike shoebox that’s stored under his bed is full of filth, softcore porn, downright sin

Pictures of your leaking cunt just pumping cream all over the base of his thick cock, pictures of your fucked out face all flushed and dazed. Constant memories that he happens to keep ahold of for lonely nights

There’s enough to nearly fill up the big black box that once held his soccer cleats, so full that the lid can’t even fit on properly to do its job. It’s a tradition for him to snap a shot of you when he’s got you cockdrunk, after all

chigiri : trendy altoids box

Did we expect anything else from our artsy princess? He follows trends and those metal altoid mint boxes aren’t an exception, he carries it around with him at all times, decorated to perfection

He’s got tons of miscellaneous shit in there, ranging from a mini bottle of fragrance, a roll of tums, a fortune slip from the fortune cookies the two of you got at the local chinese restaurant in your area

Oh, but his favorite item is taped at the top of the box, sealed in place with a hello kitty sticker. A polaroid of you with his cock down your throat, taking it so deep that you can see the outline in your esophagus. He just so happens to be pressing a palm flat against, Chigiri was real proud of you that night

kunigami : scrapbook

A man of class, really. He’d hate to see all of those precious photos of his princess getting damaged or scratched, his best bet was getting a plain book to store each pola in their own plastic slots

They’re even organized, ranging from you sucking his cock, to your back turned to him as he’s plowing your guts from behind, to you on your knees with glossy nut covering every goddamn inch of your body

It’s his prized possession, stuffed in his bookshelf next to all of his old soccer books and manga. A good flip through is enough to make him chub up in his joggers

nagi : playstation

That playstation was damn expensive, he’d be a fucking fool to not add a breathtaking picture of you bouncing on his dick like it’s your lifeline. It’s taped with washi tape, front and center for him to look at anytime he’s within reach of his console

You’re purely glowing in the photo, the sheen of sweat he got you worked up in making your skin glisten like a goddess. The flash managed to catch the details of his veined up arm as he wrapped a huge hand around your throat

He’s obsessed with the expression on your face too, brows furrowed and jaw slacked with a fat glob of spit dripping past your lips like a hungry dog. His girl was a whore for big dick, a fact that made him smirk lazily when it crossed his mind

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Valentine - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

In which...Chris gives angel a late valentine's day gift

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't race once you saw Chris' contact photo, the bright cell phone screen illuminating your dark bedroom. It'd been weeks since you'd talked to him, and even longer since you'd evem heard his voice. You'd secretly hoped that he'd reach out for Valentine's Day, but who were you kidding? He wasn't your boyfriend and you didn't want to be his girlfriend.

The phone went silent, leaving you in the quiet, dimly lit room, the only sound being the low hum of the air conditioning unit. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, only for the phone to ring yet again. It was as if each buzz got more and more angry as they continued.

"Hello?" You finally answer, your voice soft and groggy as you rub your eyes.

The voice on the other end is muffled, drowned out by the sound of wind blowing and the drone of cars driving past. "Hey angel," Chris says, "What'cha up to tonight?"

You sigh, throwing your head back. You knew better than to expect anything more than a booty call from Chris, especially at this hour. But, you couldn't help but be just a little disappointed.

"I was planning on sleeping, considering its 2:30 in the morning, Christopher," his name rolls off your tongue like butter, a groan escaping Chris' lips from his end of the phone call, "What do you want from me?

He clicks his tongue, "Was in the neighborhood. Had a few j's in the glove box. Wrapped 'em in your favorite. The fuckin'...that kitty shit y'liked..." His words were slurred, each syllable hanging off the other. "I'm already outside so—"

"Chris," you say, hiding the shakiness from your voice as a flurry of emotions rush through your head, anger and sadness as the primary components. "You realize this is the first time I've heard from you in weeks? I'm not gonna be another one of your little girlfriends you text any time you wanna get your dick wet. I got what I need and it's not from you—"

"Angel, hey, angel," He cuts you off, not listening to any of his well-deserved tongue lashings. He rubs his hand over his face, the other gripping the steering wheel tight as he groans. "First of all, I don't got any girlfriends. Get that shit out'cha head right now. If I was fuckin' anybody else, you'd know."

Your ears prick up at his words, your heart almost dropping to your stomach. Your brain wanted to believe that he was lying, that his sentences were nothing but meaningless words to manipulate and deceive you. But your heart chose to believe otherwise. He was obviously sleeping with somebody else. That's why he'd been dodging you. That's why he hadn't been over in weeks. That's why you started sleeping with someone else too. Obviously

"Second of all—" Chris' slurred speech breaks your train of thought, "If you didn't want me to come, if you really didn't wanna see me, you wouldn't have picked up in the first fuckin' place,"

You bite the inside of your cheek. He's right. There was nothing more you wanted than to see him. Every time you picked up your phone, you hoped you'd see a message from him. Even at last night's valentine's day dinner, seated at a booth in one of the nicest restaurants in Boston, across the table from one of the finest men in the damn country, you could barely get Chris out of your damn head.

"I know you angel. Don't turn me away, a'ight?" His voice goes soft, awaiting a response. He silently begged for your agreement, begging for you to let him in again.

You sigh, eyes darting around the room in thought before nodding, forgetting he can't see you. "Alright. Fine," A grin spreads across Chris' face as he knocks on your front door, ending the phone call.

Crawling out of bed, you make your way to the living room, opening the door to find Chris waiting, leaning against the wall. He stared at you with red, half lidded eyes, his hands shoved deep in his pockets with his hair messy, sporting a light stubble as opposed to his regular clean-shaved look. He flashes a small smile, pushing past you and making his way into your dimly lit apartment.

His eyes darted around the living room, searching for any hint of change, any remanent of someone else being in there. His eyes finally lock on the vase of white roses sitting on the dining table, the sweet scent filling his nose as he neared them.

"Fuck are these? This ain't the kinda flower you like," he smirks, looking between you and the roses, though there was a tension building in his voice. He clenched his jaw as he brushed his fingers over the soft petals, his eyes trailing down to the red heart in the middle of the vase.

Happy Valentine's Day Beautiful

Anger and jealousy begins to pool in his stomach, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the emotions threatening to bubble over. "Happy valentine's day beautiful," he reads in a mocking tone, a slight glare in his eyes as he turned to face you. "Can't believe you started fuckin' with a lame just 'cause I wasn't givin' you some attention

You hadn't done anything wrong. You were moving on in your life. Moving on from someone that clearly didn't want you. Stepping closer to him, you lean against the dining table. "You talkin' shit 'cause he bought me flowers?"

"No angel. I could give a fuck less about your guy buyin' you flowers," Chris scoffs, shaking his head and stepping in front of you, tracking soft circles on your arms. "I'm talkin' shit 'cause I'm standing here, in your apartment instead of him.

Your breath hitches at his touch, but you push him back. "What are you even doing here, Chris?"

He runs his hands over his face, making an exaggerated groan. "Told ya, I just wanted to smoke this nice lil' joint I rolled for you," he pulls the joints out of his pocket, the adorning pattern of Hello Kitty catching your eye. "C'mon, ma. Don't act like you don't want it. Don't act like you don't want me. Y'know I'm better than that lame you got hangin' around."

"Stop calling him that," you assert, crossing your arms. "You're a lame."

"Maybe," he smirks. "But I know damn well he don't make you feel as good as I do," he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his voice as he starts to leave soft kisses.

"Does he know how much you like getting kissed right...here...?" His tongue trails down to the area where your neck and shoulder meet, and you go silent, your body melting at the feeling of his touch, the low hum of his voice in your ear. "Or is that only for me?" He smirks against your skin, before pulling back to look at you, your wide eyes looking into his deep blues.

"S'what I thought," His eyes glance down at your plump lips, running his thumb over the bottom. "He know you still wear my shit either?" His fingers trail down to the collar of the oversized baby blue shirt that hung off your shoulders.

"No," you say flatly, your eyes threatening to shut as he moves his face just centimeters from yours, his scent intoxicating. You can feel the heat and arousal radiating off his body, watching his lidded eyes stare into yours.

Chris grins, and without warning, his lips crash onto yours, a grunt escaping his throat as his hand tangles in your hair. He rips his jacket off, discarding it on the floor behind him. He moves down your jawline, continuing his assault on your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. He sucks at a sweet spot near the back of your neck, leaving a dark purple mark in his wake.

He pulls back, pupils blown out with lust as he pants, watching you get so flustered from him. He quickly spins you around, bending you over the dining table. You gasp at the sudden motion, biting your lip in response as he pulls your pajama shorts down, your panties going down with them, pooling at your ankles.

He runs his index finger over your leaking folds, arousal dripping down your inner thighs. "Knew you were missin' me. Look how fuckin' wet you are," he grunts, taking his soaked hand to his mouth, swirling his tongue over his finger. "Drippin' all down your thighs..." He laughs to himself softly.

You moan, begging for his touch, anything that'll sooth the aching heat between your legs. "Chris, please," you plead, looking back at him as he unbuckles his jeans.

"Please what? What d'you need angel?" He grins wickedly. He knows what you want. All he needs is to hear it from your lips. He moves closer behind you, spreading your legs and gently rubbing his growing erection rubs against your slick pussy, making you both hiss. "Tell me what you need...and I'll give it t'you...anything you want..."

"Please," you moan again, rubbing yourself against his bulge. "Fuck me," your voice is barely above a whisper, laced with lust and a bit shame. A trail of arousal connects the two of you as he pulls back, yanking down his Calvin Klein boxers, his hardened cock springing out and slapping against his stomach.

Beads of precum pool at his red tip as he slowly strokes his length. "Spit," he says roughly, bring his hand up to your face, and you do what he says, gathering saliva in your mouth and dropping it into his palm, using it as lubricate before aligning himself at your entrance, pushing his dick into you gently.

"Fuuck baby—" a groan leaves his mouth as he feels your tight walls constricting his cock, each inch stretching you out, molding around him. "You always this tight when I don't finger you? Can barely fuckin' fit..."

He holds onto your hips with a deadly grip as he bottoms out, the two of you moaning in sync. "Gonna have you stretch her out again huh?" His cocky laugh comes out as a ragged gasp. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to pick up the pace in his thrusts, "Gonna make sure she only wants me."

"Fuck!" You choke out, holding onto the cold, wooden table as Chris rams his cock into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the apartment. "So—so good baby—"

He smirks, watching you fall apart for him, listening to the squelching sounds of your dripping pussy as he pistons into you. He watches you desperate try to hold onto something, his thrusts hard and fast. "Stop runnin' and take this dick," he says breathlessly, his grip on your hips growing impossibly tighter, his fingers leaving indents in your skin.

The symphony of moans and whines is broken by the loud clatter of glass falling onto the ground, breaking you out of your trance and making you gasp. The roses. You look back at Chris with pleading eyes, looking down at the mess of glass and rose petals all over your floor as he refuses to slow his movements.

He flashes you a wicked smile, reaching a calloused hand into your hair and tugging, "Dick got'cha going dumb? Knocked over your pretty lil' flowers and everything," he coos with mock sympathy, your moans growing louder with each graze of your cervix from his cock. The sensations make you ignore your surroundings, your vision going blurry as you focus on chasing your release.

"M'gonna—" you whine, holding onto the table again, your fingertips digging in the wood. "Gonna cum—"

Chris groans, his cock twitching as your velvety walls pulse around him. "I know it angel...Can feel you squeezin' me..." He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood. "Tell me whose pussy this is and I'll let you cum, yeah? Tell me whose it is, angel.

You cry out, your brain going fuzzy as the hand tangled in your hair moves to your throat. "S'yours!" You manage to stutter out, before your orgasm crashes over you, ripping a guttural moan from you as your legs begin to shake, causing you to lose balance.

He grins, watching you fall apart as he keeps you pressed against the desk, both his hands moving back your hips as he chases his own high. "All mine. All fuckin' mine," he shudders, his thrusts growing staggered as your tight walls clench around his dick. His moans grow louder as he gathers the mental strength to pull out, though its one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. He jerks his cock in swift motions, painting your back in ribbons of his pearly, white cum.

The two of you sit in silence, the only sound being the shared panting as you both try to catch your breaths, your warm, sweaty bodies still flushed together. Chris leans forward, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade, "Happy valentine's day, angel. I'll get'cha some new flowers yeah? Some better ones."

"Fuck you, Chris," you laugh breathlessly, staring at the mess on the floor. "You're cleaning that up."

He looks at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows furrowing. "Fuck I'm not. You knocked the shit over, not me," he takes a few steps back, grabbing a towel and wiping his release off your skin. "On some 'Oh God! Fuck me Chris! Your dick feels so good!' shit," he mimics your moans, rolling his eyes back exaggeratingly. You glare at him while you pull your shorts and underwear back up and slap his arm, watching him rub the impact spot.

You grab one of the joints off the table, flopping on the couch and grabbing the lighter out of the side table.

"Didn't I tell you I'm not cleaning this shit up?" Chris says, pulling his own pants up and running his hand through his messy hair.

"Clean it up and I'll let you go for round two," you smirk, watching him rush to pick up the mess of roses and glass on the floor, feeling the weed enter your lungs as you melt into the couch.

valentine's day special !

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inbox is always open for reqs, asks, or just to talk <3

[dilfstarr]

Eren x black fem reader

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱a/n: bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Been slackin on my eren fics

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱warning: inmate!eren, provocative dancing, eren’s wild imagination

“Is that a new moocow?”

His voice was deep as it was lace with tiredness. Calling late had its pros—one of them being that the kiosks were basically empty. He sat in the farthest corner, away from any visible guards—phone prepped to the ear that was the closest to the wall.

The phone was being held up by his shoulder while he lazily cleaned under his nails with a gum wrapper. He was slightly pixelated from the horrible webcam, but you were still able to make out his beautiful features.

“Um, it’s called a moomoo and yea, it’s new.”

The moomoo was nothing special to you, but to him, that was a Savage X Fenty set. His dark eyebrows rose in surprise, hiding slightly behind his overgrown bangs.

“Get up, let me see.”

“Uh? Magic word?” Your question was conjoined with a tilt of your head and an eyebrow raise. Just because he’s used to talking to his cell mates like that, doesn’t mean he should carry it on to you.

“M’sorry baby. Bad habit.” He signed. The phone was no longer being supported by his shoulder as he now held it in his hand. “May I see your new moomoo pretty please?”

You gave a satisfied hum and nodded, “Yes you may.”

Your pink rolling chair slid backwards from your desk before you pushed it to the side, out of view. The night gown pooled at your ankles as you displayed it. You took a couple steps back so he could see your mediocre nightwear—it was truly nothing to go crazy for, just plain ol’ pink.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “Turn around. Please.”

He shifted forward so his shoulders were somewhat creating a barrier. You were very sacred to him in a time like this, and he’ll be damned if someone tried to sneak a peek.

Faux rabbit fur tickled your feet as you shuffled around to face behind you. The wall was scattered with tearjerking pictures of you and Eren—your favorite being the one of you both drawn out as Hello Kitty characters.

A prolonged out whistle left his puckered lips once he got a glimpse of the wagon you carried.

“Gyatdamn baby. She’s gettin’ big.”

His head cocked sideways as if it would help him see you better from the pixelation of the call.

“You see it right? I knew that cornbread were goin’ somewhere!”

Your giggles were music to his ears, but what really got his attention was the jiggle of your ass when you laughed.

“Fuck.”

It came out a harsh whisper to himself as he rubbed at his eyes. At that very moment, he cursed himself for getting himself in the predicament he’s in. He needed to be home—he needed to be with you. His hand made a knocking sound against the metal as he dropped it.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you shyly turned to look over your shoulder. You haven’t seen that look in his eyes since he’s gotten arrested—four months ago. The look of pure love coated his face as he admired you.

He didn’t know how good he had it until it was snatched away from him.

“Y’want me shake it Eren?”

You didn’t wait for an answer. With your arms raised to the ceiling, the muscles in your thighs moved inward and outward to make your ass clap behind you. The imaginary beat in your head helped you keep the tempo.

His bottom lip was sheltered behind his bone white teeth. Grey eyes were fixed on your ever-moving behind. His foot tapped against the ground rapidly—similar to when a dog wags its tail out of excitement.

“Do that thing I like.”

Giggling at his request, you descent your arms to the front of your thighs. With the round of applause still happening behind you, the silk of your gown was simultaneously being bunched up in your palms. Hands found your knees as you bent over slightly.

Without missing a beat, your hips rocked up and down causing your ass cheeks to circle around—mirroring one another. Eren was so close to the screen—any closer and his nose was touching you. Your booty rippled in waves���gyrating with every move.

Now for the “thing he likes”, he was very fond when you would move one cheek at a time; out of all your tricks, that was the one that had him every time. As you did your thing, his eyes couldn’t help but to drift the very visible outline of your second pair of lips.

“Are you even wearin’ panties?”

“Nope.”

The groan was out of pure anger and frustration.

“God. You’re killin’ me baby’.”

His mind started to drift off as he was hypnotized. The nasty things he’d do to you if he was given the slightest opportunity, endless positions he’d bend and twist you into, sweet desperate sounds he’d pull out of you—god he needed you. His third leg throbbed hungrily against his jumping thigh. He desperately tried to squeeze his boner away as the thirty minutes were almost up, but his squeezing only made him harder.

“You gettin’ me all excited. Got to walk past these people with my dick hard and shit.”

You stopped your dirty dancing and gave a chuckle. “M’sorry baby, jus’ tryin’ to cheer up my man.”

“I appreciate that baby, thank you.” His eyes became glossy as he yawned—obnoxiously groaning afterward. The call ended shortly after and the same as others—with a kiss to the screen.

The next morning, a list of violations were waiting in your email along with a ban on all future video chats. Not only that, Eren got a write up for engaging—provoking you to do more, adding months to his time. He couldn’t call anyone and visitation was a no go for twenty one days.

Well, today is the twenty second day and you’re currently waiting for him to come out.

Nothing was pleasant about this place; it was way too bright, all the good snacks were always snatched out of the vending machines, and then bench was cold—even under your clothed legs. It was just a sensory nightmare all around.

The loud buzzer of the opening door had your attention—snapping your head up at the blaring sound. Two guards walked out before Eren did. Even with his hair down and covering his face, you knew exactly who it was.

His stride was slow and heavy—orange slippers sliding across the concrete ground. Tattoos, new and old, peaked from under his crisp white tank top. Even though his ugly orange bottoms were baggy, the mass of his legs were still very prominent. Leave it to Eren to smile in a time like this—he couldn’t help it, he was happy to see you.

[cyberskulzzz]

In honor of me moving and not having wifi the last three days I made this while I was gone:

Moving in with Rodrick Heffley Headcanons!🎀

(not proof read)

Prompt: After years of touring together, you and Rodrick finally move into your first stable home.And you two try to find compromises on your decor styles. 

(You’re both in your twenties now. Think grunge/punk x coquette/girly vibes,iykyk.)

•Obviously Rodrick lives for his subculture its not just his style, it’s self expression. While you’ve lived together on tour, moving into a real apartment together feels completely different,you quickly notice the clashing of your guys’s visions for your home. 

•This is the first time since high school that either of you has had a stable place to call home,not couch surfing or living out of suitcases. 

•So to prepare you sat down together and made a list of what your new place needed,separating responsibilities for furniture and decor to each of you. 

•Now the actual clash,Rodrick assumed your decorating style would stay simple, like it was used to be on the road,mostly black and leather,with a few pink accents here and there to bring in your personality. However now that you guys had that rockstar budget and you could buy your whole ass pinterrest board,you were way to excited to not do so. 

•But when you came home and he saw the boxes filled with bows, pastel furniture,and candles, he was visibly overwhelmed.

•“Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

“I don’t fuck with pink that much, babe.”

“We don’t need, like, twenty bows in one place. Not even Santa’s elves have that many yk.“

•But before you could respond annoyed,you noticed his decor piled by the door: thrifted, torn items he’d collected over the years. Leopard print blankets, a beat-up leather couch, a black table covered in graffiti and stickers, and a few lava lamps.

•The two of you argued for about 30 minutes before Rodrick,got fed up

•: “Let’s just put everything up and see how it looks. If it’s terrible, we’ll fix it.”

•You agreed,mostly hoping your style would take over the atmosphere if you decorated faster.

•Luckily the feared clashing of your styles wasnt bad at all,to your surprise. 

The apartment ended up looking like a chaotic mix of grunge and coquette.Your Yankee candles sat next to his record player, your novels next to his cds.

•Rodrick hated the pile of decorative pillows on your bed. When he found out they were “just for decor” and needed to be put off the bed every night, he lost it. Your bedtime routine didn’t help either: silk sheets, incense sticks, humidifiers, and meditative audiobooks. It drove him crazy,at first. But after the first time you gave him a sheet mask and a skincare session, he was asleep in minutes. Now, he doesn’t mind the routine,as long as he’s included. 

•Rodrick is surprisingly chill about letting you take over the kitchen and bathroom essentials. He couldn’t care less if he’s drinking out of a hello kitty mug or drying off with a pink towel after showering.We know damn well that man is comfortable in his masculinity. 

•Rodrick is an excellent host,being used to having many people around on tour.Your friends, family, and band members always feel welcome,sometimes even overstay their welcome. There’s ALWAYS someone around on the weekends.  You two have a whiteboard by the door where guests can scribble little messages or doodles. Next to it is a Polaroid wall, filled with pictures of you and Rodrick from all the way back in high school. 

•The guest room doubles as a writing/home studio.Rodrick often disappears to “work,” but you know he’s just messing around on his drums half the time,needing to clear his head. 

•You constantly have to remind him of things like throwing away trash or closing the toothpaste. (Susan is so thankful for you when she sees the improvement lol.)

•It’s a little messy, a little chaotic, but filled with love and you couldn’t care less. 

[r0-boat]

Back To The Kitty Cuz shes kinda Pretty

Lighter x Fem!barmaid!reader drabble

Lighter is a man who PINES for you even when he doesn't show it. He also doesn't know how to talk to you because he loves you so much.

Lighter's POV

The boss is always asking me why I don't hang out at Cheesetopia more. I get why she asks It's a nice place good atmosphere and really good food but my attention is occupied...

To bar in particular.

In a small town; smaller than Blazewood.

Ya can't miss it It's sleek polished dark wood exterior with shining red light spelling its name. The name escapes me. Oh well I'll probably remember it on the way I know how to get there by hard after all.

Drive your vehicle straight down Eridu interstate Take the third right turn you see keep driving until you see a rundown little town. You can tell the only people who come here are really for the bar...

'The Cat's Tap...' yeah now I remember...

Nice of them to have that big sign. Like clockwork I come in every Wednesday, Giving yourself a routine makes an impression. Especially when you're trying to catch someone's eye.

Usually, I don't care how people perceive me, even if they perceive me at all. But she's different. Her polite, soft tone and cute refresh me like a glass of iced sweet tea in the Outer Ring on a hot summer's day. Her eyes and smiling lips ooze with naivety that draws me to protect it at the same time hiding a hint of something more that I'd like to pick apart.

People don't normally drink on weekdays less they want to work with a hangover. And Wednesdays well... Cheesetopia has their happy hour. So I'm usually one if not the only one to come in and they'll just be me for a little while.

I gently push the door open with my hand as I'm greeted with that familiar face at the counter. "Hello again Lighter." She greets me not even looking up at the table she's trying to clean, I can see the corners of her lips turn into a smile.

I want to know what made her smile.

"hello to you too." I reply before sitting at one of the bar stools. She knows my name, But I don't know hers. She's the only service worker I know in the outer ring to not wear her name tag. Damn it. Just my luck. She wasn't wearing it today either.

I know she has one I saw it before with her name.... I just don't remember...

My eyes peak up on my shades, as I want to see all of her as she prepares my usual I can't hide the small smile on my lips. I noticed that the name tag isn't the only thing she's forgetting. Looks like half of her uniform is missing as well...

I would be worried if her boss wasn't her father. Who coincidentally isn't usually here on Wednesdays.

I put the glass to my lips, hoping this time the alcohol would finally give me enough courage to say something to her. I'm usually so good at this, but when it comes to her, I don't know what I become. Man small talk is hard....

I usually just wait for her to ask me questions and I answer. And then we talk from there. But the beginning is always the hardest. Trying to find some excuse to hear her voice.

Trying to get her name.

Trying to get her number.

Trying to get her...

I want her...

[peanutheaddd]

Hello! Ur art makes me giggle and kick my feet every time u post. For swap au how does DM’s first night staying at Petey’s go? I’d imagine that there would be a lot of things that he’s never experienced before in a house (sounds, smells). Petey’s browser history is probably full of articles about how to help your dog adjust to a new house LMAO! (I imagine that he’d put dog calming diffusers around the place and put on traffic asmr to help Dm be more comfortable)

THANK YOU!!! AND TY FOR THIS ASK TOO!! IVE NEVER THOT ABT THIS ONE BEFORE !!!!! ^_^

its not his first time being in the house itself (has broken in numerous times to kidnap lil petey) so a lot of the stuff in the house is alr semi familiar to him . things like smell and layout and whatnot. he knows the house well when its empty .

however actually Staying at the house is a totally new experience . its his frst time sleeping on an actual bed or even laying in one for that matter and i think hed Really like it . like sometimes he js lays in bed even tho he doesnt have to sleep bc hes like Wow this is So comfortable . hes also used to being cold all the damn time so the warmth is very appreciated .

also the sounds and smells of a house thats actually being used are Very differrnt from an empty house . sometimes he js hears the tv or hears lil petey and petey talking or hears/smells petey cooking smth . and i think hed feels less lonely . ive mentioend before he gets lonely easily and i think he still has some level of separation anxiety like canon dm . so i think the background noise and just remmebering that hes not alone and that his kitty cats r just one room over is a very comforting thought to him .

ultimately tho i think for the very first night dm would spend more time js thinking abt knight than sleeping . bc ifs like. hre grateful. and its So comfrotable. and dm just thinks about knight constantly in general. he was his whole world. if hes sad he wishes he was there to comfort him. if hes happy he wishes he was there to share that joy with him . and esp for that first night . wheres hes the most comfortable and safe and warm hes been in his Entire Life. i think hed want so badly to share that feeling w knight . he always wished to give knight everything good in the world . and htis is one of those instances ig .

i think for the first couple days or week in general he js kinda wanders around the house and looks at everything js to get himself acclimated . he kinda pokes around (maybe a little more than is socially acceptable) but petey pretends like he doesnt see it bc he knows dm gets anxious easily and if thats what it takes forhim to get more comfortable then he dgaf

[thunderberryz]

Okay, how many damn crossovers/collabs are there for TMNT at this point?

Pretty much every major iteration with the exception of Rise has done a crossover with Usagi Yojimbo

The 2003 series had multiple crossovers with Planet Racers, another comic that Peter Laird and Jim Lawson penned

Wild West C.O.W.-Boys of Moo Mesa has also cameo'd/done multiple crossovers with TMNT (understandable, as Ryan Brown, its creator, also worked at Mirage Studios as a staff artist and is responsible for the character/toy designs of... oh goodness.)

They've had plenty with Batman in the comics, to say nothing of the 2019 animated movie (WHERE IS THE DAMN SEQUEL?)

The Image comics had one with Savage Dragon (which included Michelangelo/Sara Hill AKA Horridus as an official crossover ship)

While there's never been a proper crossover per say, the turtles did cameo a few times early on in the Archie run of Sonic the Hedgehog

Wait, if we do treat the "Fight for the FoxBox" dvd as an actual crossover, then not only were they trying to save the FoxBox with Sonic, but also Cubix, Kirby, and Kid Muscle, and the Funky Cops

There was the comic one with Street Fighter

Multiple crossovers with Power Rangers--the first was in The Next Mutation, with another in the comics

The IDW turtles literally got to meet the Ghostbusters

Turtles of GRAYSKULLLLLLL

Can't forget the Stranger Things crossover

No one told me about them appearing in Teen Titans Go!

I'm sorry, THE X-FILES?!

We FINALLY got an official crossover with fuckin' NARUTO after all these years

Speaking of Japanese properties; there were goddamn Hello Kitty vinyl figures released in Japan of everyone's favorite cat dressed as the turtles.

Last year for the 40th anniversary saw the turtles added to Fortnite

There was also that event in the State of Survival mobile game

They got added to goddamn Call of Duty

Single page story with Garfield

...Gutwallow the Gingerbread man?

Feel free to add more/make corrections. This is, ah, quite the rabbit hole.

[shydroid3000]

Death Note AU where L has a cat. The cat is indifferent to everyone aside from L and Watari. Other humans aren't worth registering.

Except that it hates Light. Offended by his presence. And that flusters Light, because he's trying to do the whole good boy act, and this damn cat is making him seem suspicious. Outwardly he remains nice and patient, trying to win it over, because he has to keep up appearances as a kind, upstanding guy. Inwardly he's monologuing about his burning enmity with the cat and lamenting the fact that the death note only works on humans.

On a related note, Matsuda really wants to make friends with the kitty for pure-of-heart reasons. His face lights up when the cat walks into the room. His voice goes up an octave when he greets it with a "Hello, Mr. Kitty..!" (not its name) every time. He gets distracted during meetings if it's around, making quiet kissy sounds at the cat. The cat completely ignores him the whole time.

(But post-Yotsuba, it turns out that L's will stipulates that the cat be taken by Matsuda if he and Watari both die.) By the way, L does not act lovey-dovey with the cat. He has his usual dispassionate demeanour. But the cat will crawl on his lap and he'll pet it as he talks or thinks. Occasionally it'll climb onto his shoulder and L will just continue whatever he's doing or saying without reaction. Mostly they're just in each other's presence, letting each other be. The cat gets fed high-end food and Watari cooks some of its meals himself.

[ronsstickyhands]

Chapter Seven: Hope on the Horizon

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The phone booth smelled like dust and metal, its glass door streaked with heat. Taylor leaned against the side panel, the receiver pressed to her ear, her other hand fiddling with the corner of a folded letter stuffed in her breast pocket. The Pacific air buzzed with dry heat outside, but inside, it was quiet, almost sacred. The line was quiet, for a long time and Taylor feared the person on the other side wouldn’t pick up.

“Hello?” came the soft voice, a little breathless, from the other end of the line.

Taylor smiled into the receiver, even if the girl on the other line couldn’t see it. “Hey Kat, it’s Taylor.”

“Oh my god,” Katherine breathed, and Taylor could hear the tears laced in her voice immediately. “You don’t write enough, you absolute menace, only five letters in six months. I’ve been going mad waiting for news. Lewis is no help, he says you’re probably ‘elbow-deep in blood’ or ‘teaching the brass how to actually do their damn jobs.’”

Taylor chuckled, then lowered her voice. “I am. And he’s not wrong. I patched up a Private yesterday who accidentally stabbed himself trying to clean his bayonet. I swear, Kat, sometimes I wonder how some of these people even dress themselves in the morning.”

Katherine laughed through what sounded like a sniffle. “That’s our girl.”

There was a beat of quiet, and Taylor leaned her head against the glass, feeling the coolness of the booth against her cheek. It reminded her of old summer nights spent on the stoop, catching fireflies with the ones she loved, of days when the biggest worry was what book to read next. But those days felt so far away now, like a different life.

“We miss you, Michael and I” Katherine said. Her voice cracked just slightly. “And him.”

“I know,” Taylor whispered. “Me too. But I keep you all close, Kitty. Every day, Michael’s drawing of us in the park is tucked right by my heart. It’s like you’re all still here with me, even when it feels like everything’s changing. I look at it when I’m feeling lost, and for a moment, it’s like I’m back there with you both, just happy and safe.”

The weight of everything that had happened in the six months pressed down on her like the humidity that hung in the air outside, thick and oppressive. Everything had changed so fast, she hadn’t even had time to breathe. But here, in the quiet of the booth, she could almost pretend that nothing had.

Taylor exhaled, biting her lip. The weight of the upcoming change pressed against her chest, but she didn’t let it show. “It’s getting real now. I ship out to Georgia in a few days.”

“You scared?” The woman back home asked.

Taylor smiled, almost fondly, as if the question didn’t even register. “Not really. I know what I’m doing. And I know where I’m going. I’m ready, or at least I think so. And I’ll have Lewis nearby, so I won’t be completely alone.”

Katherine’s voice softened, a touch of affection and reassurance in her words. “I know you’ve got this. You always do. But just remember, you’re stronger than you think, Taylor. Sometimes it takes more courage to lean on the people you trust than to keep everything inside. Don’t forget that you have a whole family out here, waiting for you to come back in one piece.”

Taylor blinked, the sincerity of Katherine’s words hitting her like a wave. She had never thought of it that way before. Maybe she hadn’t let herself feel it, really feel it. Family. That word, more than any other, grounded her in ways she couldn’t fully explain.

“I won’t forget, Kat. I promise. And I’ll be okay. I’ve been okay this whole time. I’ve made it through worse.”

Katherine chuckled lightly, her tone warm. “That’s my girl. I’ll be here, always. And we’ll wait, me and Michael. You and Lewis just have to come back in one piece so we can all live in peace, alright?”

Taylor paused, just for a second. I’ll come home. That was the promise she wanted to make. That was the promise she had to make.

“Alright,” Taylor replied, her voice steady. She smiled a promise leaving her lips. “I’ll be back, I promise. I’ll come home.”

But even as the words slipped from her mouth, a shadow of doubt lingered. She couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t push away the tiny voice that whispered in the back of her mind. She knew better than anyone how quickly things could change, how the world could shift under your feet when you least expected it. No matter how much she told herself she was ready, how much she believed in her strength, there was a quiet part of her that couldn’t be sure.

She would do everything in her power to come back. For her friends. For her family. For the promise, she made to herself long ago that she would never let the darkness swallow her whole again.

“I know you will,” Katherine said with a laugh. “Now, get to work, Soldier Willock.”

Taylor chuckled, her heart light, despite the moment’s weight. “I will. Thanks, Kat. Talk soon. And tell Michael that I said hi and that I miss him.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

As she hung up the phone, she straightened her shoulders. The weight of the uncertainty still lingered, but it was something she had come to expect. Her life wasn’t neat or easy, and it sure as hell wasn’t predictable. But she would face whatever came next with all the strength she could muster. The promise she made to herself wasn’t a guarantee, but it was something. 

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The air outside hit her like a furnace the moment she stepped out of the booth, the sun glaring overhead in a cloudless sky. She tucked her hands into her pockets and let out a slow breath, grounding herself. She didn’t have long to reflect, someone from the barracks was already jogging toward her.

“Willock!” the runner called out, sweat soaking through his collar. “Captain Sorensen wants you in his office. Now.”

Taylor raised a brow. “Thanks,” she said, her voice calm despite the sudden twist of nerves in her stomach. She brushed a strand of hair from her face and started walking, her boots crunching over the sunbaked gravel. Her fingers strayed again to the folded drawing in her breast pocket, unrecognisable now from so much handling, and then to the dog tags resting over her heart.

The barracks and admin buildings were still humming with activity, but the captain’s office was tucked off to the side in a shaded prefab with dusty windows and a humming fan just barely keeping the place cool. She knocked twice on the door before a voice answered from inside.

“Come in.”

She stepped inside and stood at attention in front of the man. Captain Sorensen sat behind a desk cluttered with paperwork, a half-drunk mug of coffee, and a battered field radio. His uniform was crisp, sleeves rolled to the elbows, his hair neatly combed. He looked up and gave her a tight but genuine smile.

“At ease, Willock. Sit down.”

Taylor nodded once, removing her cap as she took the seat across from him. Her back remained straight, her hands in her lap.

“Something happen, sir?” she asked carefully.

The captain studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled something out: a small box, plain and unmarked, but heavy with significance.

“You’ve done a hell of a job these last few months,” he said. “More than a hell of a job. I’ve read the reports, medical, combat readiness, evaluations, hell, even your tactical acuity under pressure is above what we expect from someone your age and rank. You’ve stepped up. You’ve taken care of the men in your unit. You’ve taught the green ones, stabilized the wounded, and helped make it out of field scenarios with every single man accounted for. You think I don’t hear about that kind of thing, but I do.”

Taylor blinked, her breath caught for a moment.

He opened the box and turned it toward her. Inside lay the unmistakable stripes of a Sergeant.

“You earned it,” he said, setting the box on the desk. “Congratulations, Sergeant Willock.”

Taylor stared at the insignia for a heartbeat, her throat tight. It felt unreal. The moment swelled quietly between them as she reached out and picked up the chevrons, feeling the texture of the stitching, the quiet weight of it all.

“Thank you, sir,” she said softly, almost reverently. “Really.”

“You can thank me by pinning it on and proving everyone else wrong for thinking I jumped the line promoting you ahead of schedule.”

She cracked a small smile, her usual wit flickering to the surface. “Yes, Captain.”

He leaned back slightly, relaxing, but his tone shifted as he added, “You holding up okay, Willock?”

She looked up at that, surprised. “Sir?”

“I mean it.” He tapped a pencil against the desk. “You’ve been pushing hard. Working harder than anyone’s asked you to. I know about the extra hours in the classrooms. I know about the incident last week, Thompson said you dragged a man a hundred yards under fire during an exercise just to prove a point. That kind of grit doesn’t go unnoticed, but it also makes me wonder what you're trying to outrun.”

Taylor hesitated, her jaw tensing for a moment before she let out a breath and shrugged. “Well, sir, if I’m being honest, it’s probably death,” she said dryly, giving him a small, almost teasing smile. “I figure if I can outrun that, I’ve done my part. If I can’t, well, at least I’ll go out with a good story.”

The captain’s lips twitched, a barely contained chuckle escaping him. He gave her a long, assessing look before shaking his head, clearly trying to suppress a grin. “You’ve got guts, Willock. Just make sure you don’t outrun your own sanity along the way.”

“No promises, Captain.”

The man’s grin became a tight-lipped smile as he spoke up again.

“You’re going to Georgia with the next wave,” he continued. “Advanced infantry training. You’ll be attached to Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment. You’ll be one of the first women officially integrated into the division’s field structure. They’re looking for combat-ready soldiers with medical initiative, and your name was at the top of the list.”

Taylor’s heart skipped a beat. Georgia. Easy Company. The same company as Nixon. She’d seen the name mentioned more than once in his letters, scrawled between sarcastic remarks about army food and subtle confessions of sleepless nights. “Easy’s a mess,” he’d written once, “You’d like them. Some of them might even like you back, once they get over the shock of being outrun by a girl.”

A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind in an instant. Nixon. Her childhood friend, the one who’d always been by her side, who she had pulled out of trouble more times than she could count. The idea of joining Easy Company was a strange mix of comforting and intimidating. Comforting, because it meant she wouldn’t be completely alone. She’d have Nixon there, someone she trusted with her life. But also intimidating, because Easy Company wasn’t just any unit. She could already imagine Nixon’s reaction when he saw her again. A mixture of surprise, disbelief, and maybe even a little excitement, but she had a feeling he’d try to play it cool, like always. He had a way of keeping his emotions locked behind that sarcastic grin of his. But Taylor knew better. She knew he cared.

For the first time in a while, she allowed herself to feel a spark of something, hope, maybe, or just the slightest sense of relief. It was a crazy thought, but maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad. Having Nixon nearby would make this new chapter feel a little more like home.

She was quiet for a moment, and the man across from her started looking at her, almost like he could see the gears turning in her head.

“When do I leave?” she asked quietly.

“The day after tomorrow,” he replied. “You’ll receive your orders and full kit tomorrow morning. You’ll be boarding the train out of Oceanside at 0600, alongside some of the Marines. They want you in Georgia as soon as possible, so that’s what we’ve got.”

Taylor nodded slowly, absorbing the facts as they sank in. The promotion. The new role. The responsibility that now came with the title, a weight settling across her shoulders like a second skin. This wasn’t just a change in rank; it was a shift in who she was, who she had to be.

“Understood, sir.”

Captain Sorensen stood, moving around his desk. He extended a hand, his expression steady. “You’re going to do fine, Willock. I’ve got no doubts. But this,” He gestured to the stripes now pinned to her uniform. “this isn’t just about following orders anymore. This is about leading. Every eye will be on you. Some of them waiting for you to fail. Don’t give them the satisfaction, kid.”

Taylor stood up and shook his hand, her grip firm but measured. “I won’t, Sir.”

She started to turn, her hand on the door, but Sorensen’s voice stopped her.

“And Sergeant…” he added, his tone softer now, almost fatherly. “Take care of yourself. No one expects you to carry the whole damn war on your shoulders.”

Taylor hesitated, her fingers brushing lightly over the insignia on her shirt. The new title. The weight of it. But there was a fire in her now, something stronger than the self-doubt that had plagued her when she first stepped into this world. She had made it this far. And now she had to keep going.

“I’ll try, sir,” she said, her voice unwavering. She stepped out into the blinding afternoon sunlight, the heat of it pressing against her skin. Her shadow stretched long and uncertain across the pavement, a reflection of the path she was about to walk. But with each step, the burden felt a little lighter, the purpose clearer.

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The late afternoon sun dipped low behind the barracks, casting long shadows across the dusty lot as Taylor pushed open the door to the bunkhouse. The hinges creaked the same way they always did, and the familiar scent of worn boots and sun-baked wood greeted her like an old friend. The noise inside was low, cards slapping against a crate in the corner, laughter from two bunks over, someone humming a tune off-key. It all felt normal, routine. Almost.

Until Price looked up.

He was leaning against his bunk, one foot on the frame as he tied a fresh set of laces. His shirt was rolled to the elbows, his forearms streaked with engine grease from some maintenance detail. He gave her a lazy glance at first, the usual kind. But then his eyes dropped, just for a second, to the insignia on her sleeve. The three-pointed stripes of a sergeant, still crisp and new, pinned over her bicep.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Well, well,” he said, straightening. “Look who went and grew a stripe.”

Taylor raised a brow as she crossed the room. “Had to do something with all that free time I wasn’t spending kicking your ass in drills.” That got a chuckle from one of the other guys nearby.

Price tilted his head, stepping toward her. “So it’s official? I officially don’t outrank you, kid?”

She patted the insignia lightly. “Guess so.”

He gave a short nod, but his gaze lingered on the chevrons. “You didn’t have ‘promotion’ written all over you this morning.”

“Didn’t know about it this morning,” she replied, taking off her boots. “Captain Sorensen called me in. Said I made the cut. Said someone had to keep the rest of you in line.” She chuckled lightly at the last part.

Price snorted. “Good luck with that.” 

Taylor smirked and dropped onto her bunk, the stiff springs creaking under her. She let herself lean back for a second, staring up at the rafters, still feeling the weight of the meeting, the promotion, the orders, everything. 

Price dropped onto the edge of the bunk across from hers. “Everythin’ okay, kid?”

She turned her head toward him, catching the look in his eyes. It wasn’t just casual. It wasn’t the usual teasing, even though she could sense the hint of it. Price wasn’t one to ask unless he meant it.

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” she said softly, rubbing her eyes for a second before sitting up. “Got my orders. Going to Georgia in three days. Easy Company. I’m part of the 506th now.”

Price’s eyes widened slightly. “The 506th? Damn. That’s... jumping out of planes, isn’t it, Willock?” 

Taylor gave a half-smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Guess so. ‘Combat-ready soldiers with medical initiative.’ They need me over there.”

He shook his head, crossing his arms. “That’s one hell of a jump, Willock. They’re a tough bunch, those men.”

Her eyes lowered briefly, her fingers idly tracing the insignia on her sleeve. "I know. I’ve read Nixon’s letters. They’ve got their... reputation."

Price raised an eyebrow. "Nixon?" He paused, then a knowing grin spread across his face. "Guess you’ll have a familiar face around there, then."

Taylor nodded slowly, her thoughts flickering to Nixon. He’d always been there, always in her corner, even when the world felt too heavy to stand under. She appreciated that, more than she’d let on. 

There was a comfort in knowing that Price had remembered Nixon too. It wasn’t just the way Price had brought him up casually like he’d been a part of their shared history. It was the way he understood the depth of the bond they had. Nixon wasn’t just a name in her letters; he was the person who’d been there for her since childhood, the one who’d shared laughter and tears, who had quietly watched over her in a way no one else had. 

Price could’ve easily ignored it, brushed past the mention of Nixon. But instead, he’d acknowledged that connection. It meant something. Price didn’t have to understand the exact nuances of her relationship with Nixon, but he respected it. And that respect? It was something Taylor wasn’t used to, but it felt damn good to have it, especially from someone like Price.

“You ready for it?” Price asked, his voice quiet but steady.

She hesitated, then looked up at him, her eyes sharp but uncertain. “I don't know if anyone can really be ready for something like this, but I have to be. I don’t have a choice.”

Price’s expression softened, a flash of pride mixed with concern. “You’ll do fine. You always do.” He stepped closer, his tone turning more serious. “But remember, Willock if you need anything, if things get too heavy... I’m not just some old guy giving advice.”

Her gaze softened. "I know. Thanks, Price."

For a moment, the weight of everything that was coming hung between them. But despite the uncertainty, there was something calming in the quiet understanding they shared. It was an unspoken promise that no matter how far apart they were, no matter how much time passed, she wasn’t alone.

Price cleared his throat, leaning forward slightly as if weighing his next words carefully. His gaze softened as he fixed his eyes on hers. “Make sure you write me, Willock,” he said, his voice low but insistent. “I don’t care how tough things get, you send me a letter so I know you’re okay. Don’t leave me wondering.”

Taylor looked at him, surprised by the intensity of his request. There was no room for argument in his tone, just a quiet understanding that she was about to step into something that would change everything.

"I’ll write," she replied, her voice steady. "You’ll know I’m okay."

"Good," Price nodded, a rare warmth creeping into his expression. "Don’t make me have to hunt you down for it, all right, kid?"

Before she could respond, he shifted, sitting closer to her on the bunk. There was a moment of quiet, the kind that only comes when words aren’t needed, but then he gave her a side hug, one that was firm but comforting. And she knew that this wasn't the end, just a new beginning of sorts.

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[solaiced]

CASE 11: SUKUNA RYOMEN'S PREY.

!content!: chasing, haunting adeline refs?, outdoor sex and pred/prey play.

wc: 900

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You don't think you've had to run so much in one go, at least not since high school. But you had a damn good reason. This gigantic man with pink hair, face tats and bulging muscles started chasing you out of nowhere, and usually, you’d be flattered, except this man looked fucking dangerous.

How you survived up until now? No idea. Adrenaline, whatever, kept you on your toes, keeping the pain and discomfort away.

You hear the man chuckle darkly near your ear, and you lost footing, surprised. So now, you were held up by his hand gripping your shirt.

"Now, now, dove, you seriously thought you could out run me?" He cackles. “Funny. Well, since you lost, time to give me my beloved prize." His red eyes rake over your barely covered body, tank top because your pesky roommates (who you now wished were home, earlier) had gone out, and its matching Hello Kitty booty shorts.

You were littered with bruises, cuts and blood. Usually, you were a pretty talkative person, but fear had rendered you completely speechless. What did he mean by that?

Oh. You’d just realize what he meant. Men were disgusting.

Fuck. If his dick was proportional to his body, it would reach your lungs.

…

Holy shit. You shouldn't have looked down. You can see it poking through his pants. You should start praying now, because if he doesn't show mercy, Hell, even Satan will. You look up at him, now facing this monster, chest-to-chest, with fearful eyes.

He grins, eyes crinkling at corners and you almost swoon. He was way too charming for your own good. You'd fuck him, out of free will, being honestly honest. (Was that a correct sentence? You didn't care, he was too hot to even think.)

"Speechless? Don't be, baby, I'll make you speak in no time. So, take off your clothes, or I'll rip them off myself, and you'll have to beg me to fuck you and let you cum.”

You exhale loudly, dead panning.

“Seriously Ryo?" He drops his

smile, wondering why you broke character. What had he done wrong?

“What?” Sukuna pouts, moving both arms to wrap around your waist.

"That line's so cheesy, find something better!" You complain, letting him catch you when you fall back into his arms.

"Don't care. Take off your damn clothes." He tugs at your pink shorts, not trying to be subtle when he slaps your ass, digging

fingers in your ass cheeks as he spreads them experimentally.

He looks devastating in the dark. His red eyes are almost shining in the dark. His nose, jaw and throat, are dimly lit by the light from your porch, highlighting every harsh detail of his face. You really got lucky. You have to thank God, soon. You hear your name and look up.

"Take it off." Sukuna repeats for the third time. You heed his words, because you didn't want to beg to cum, again. He was really cruel, when he wanted to. Once your clothes are off, your nipples perked up in the cold air, he lifts you up with ease, undoing his sweat pants as he presses your back to the tree, the bark scrapping you.

"Wait, Ryomen, wait!" Your head bangs against the tree when you throw it back with a scream as Sukuna plunges into you, your slick lubing him up.

"Ugh... I got too excited. You're too tight to move." He grumbles, as if it was your fault. You wince, tightnening more as your body tries to get the big intrusion out of you.

"Fuck, little prey, relax a bit, I know you're into it, but I don't wanna hurt you…Too much. " He grins as he mutters the last part. Your head folls forward, tongue out whilst your mouth dropped open.

Sukuna puts a hand under your chin, lifting your face to see your dazed eyes.

"My perfect dove. You want me to move, mhm, yes you do. " He makes you ned, hips rocking to stimulate you. Over and over, just to drive you absolutely crazy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining loudly like a dog, or rather, a bitch in heat.

You were going cum too soon, fuck.

"Fuck, Fuck, you feel too good. Are you gonna cum, or what?" Sukuna growls, trying to keep his voice in check.

You stutter, hands grabbing everywhere they could for support, ending up in his hair and on his bicep. He keeps scratching you with his nails, his hands also frantically moving everywhere to either stabilize you, or feel your soft body in between his fingers.

"'M gonna–hgnh, cuh-hum!" You whine, muttering his name rapidly.

In, out, in, out, again and again, fuck it was so hard to focus on your impending orgasm when his hand settles on your clit, pinching and flicking and stroking and-!

"Ryo-hh!" You wail as you release, bringing Sukuna along. His pull-out game sucked, he thought as he slams inside of you, knocking his tip against your g-spot while ropes of cum accumulated in you and spilled out of your pretty cunt.

Sukuna's forehead was on yours as the both of you catched your breaths.

"Hey," He starts, mouth open, close to yours, "Can you still walk? I think I'm into this." He chuckles dryly while you narrow your eyes and frown.

“Okay, okay, let’s go home.”

[starrygetou]

𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ship: satoru gojo x geto suguru

w.c: 1.3k

tags/c.w: fem!stsg, no curses au, gamer!satoru, eating out, vag.fingering, (slight?) dubcon, piercings (tongue, nipple, clit)

summary: satoru gets a little too invested in a game right before dinner. and suguru knows just the way to get her off (in one way and another wink wonk)

MDNI PLEASE AND THANK YOU

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“‘Toru? You finished with your match, it’s almost dinner time and I’d like you to actually eat it before it’s cold.” Suguru chimed from the kitchen, not hearing a response right away but faintly hears the gunshots of satoru’s video game. She rolls her eyes, knowing how invested her partner gets in every game, still wondering how she hasn’t left her after 6 years of being together and it bring the same story almost every night.

But that’s the thing. Yea, satoru games a lot, but so does suguru. The thing is, suguru knows when to put the controller down, to take a break, to get a snack or drink. More often than enough, satoru crawls to their bed after a long gaming session, eyes bloodshot red and aching back from practically cosplaying a shrimp for the last 4 straight hours. But suguru always knows how to pick her girlfriend up and fix her, what areas to massage deeply, nooks and crannies that need a little extra love, and so does satoru when suguru comes home from a long day of work.

Suguru then hears her voice in the other room, “he’s going mid you idiot! Don’t let him plant the bomb or else I will personally come over and do the same thing to your house.” Suguru hides back a laugh, that was another thing she loved about satoru. How brutal she can be when something is on the line. In this case..well suguru isn’t even sure. This is a newer game she has yet to try yet (damn long hours and people calling out last minute so she has to pick up the extra shift, but hey, money is money).

A thought comes into suguru’s head, a devilish one at that. She turns off the stove and sets the hot pots and pans into the oven, setting it to warm. She slides her apron off and quickly washes her hands, making sure she throughly cleans under her trimmed nails and finger tips before sauntering into the living room. Seeing her gf on a beanbag, legs spread slightly as she stares intensely at the tv, almost white knuckling the controller.

She’s wearing her pjs, which usually consists of one of suguru’s oversized band t-shirts that she uses for the gym, but satoru insists on wearing them to bed too. Along with some hello kitty shirts that she’s definitely had for too long, but she thinks it’s cute how attached she is to them. But this time, she’s chosen to forgo the usual attire, relaxing in just a cropped black tank top with light blue panties.

Suguru takes a second to take in the sight before her. Taking in satoru’s full, serene beauty before running it with her fingers and tongue. She knows how lucky she is to have a partner like satoru, but sometimes she needs an extra reminder which she’s about to get right now.

Suguru continues walking over, smiling slightly seeing how invested satoru is in her game, hopefully not too invested for what’s about to go down. Suguru slowly crawls onto the beanbag, cuddling up to satoru between her legs and arms, trying not to block her view as she adjusts her body to fully let her gf in, still playing. Suguru rests her head on st’s shoulder, lightly peppering kisses along the area, making her way to her neck. She smiles slightly hearing that satoru is on a call right now with their other friends, right now she can tell that it’s toji, shoko, and a very quiet nanami, barely registering in on the headset. She starts to kiss a little harder, lightly sucking on her neck to leave the faintest of hickies, smacking her lips as she removes her lips from the area. Satoru does her best to ignore, but she’s a weak person when it comes to her girlfriend. She moves the microphone up from its flat position, essentially muting herself. “Hi.” She says briefly, not pulling her eyes away from the tv. Suguru goes back to what she was doing before, slowly sliding her hand up satoru‘s shirt to gently rub her thumb over a pierced nipple. Satoru adjusts her seating a bit, making suguru smile and whisper against her neck, “don’t mind me, just having some fun on my own game.”

Suguru then slides down, resting her head on satoru’s inner thigh. She leaves light kisses all along it, looking up at satoru to see any sort of reaction. Nothin. Not even an eyebrow shift. Suguru’s gotta step up the anti if she’s gonna get her off this game in the next 10 minutes. She makes the executive decision to skip pleasantries, “Baby can I eat you out?” Satoru gives a quick nod and suguru smiles. Sliding her panties to the side, admiring the collected wetness on her clit piercing, how it slightly twitches when suguru teasingly blows air on it. “Someone from the heian era could eat pussy faster than you are right now,” satoru bites back and flips her mic back town, getting impatient as she berates the others on call. Suguru rolls her eyes before pressing a soft kiss to her clit, lapping up the wetness with the tip of her tongue before adjusting the both of them so she’s a bit more comfortable.

Suguru fully slides the blue panties to the side before diving in fully, pressing a sloppy kiss to her clit before sucking brutally hard. Letting the ball of her tongue piercing clash with the ball of satoru’s clit piercing as she makes out with her clit. Her finger lightly rubbing the opening of her pussy with a finger. Satoru’s thighs lightly squeeze her gf’s face, not expecting her to go this hard this fast. Choking back a moan but it partially escapes, stopping completely afterwards. She looks down at Suguru prepared to say something, but suguru isn’t even phased. In fact, it encourages suguru to push a finger into satoru. Going straight for that bundle of nerves that’s sure to finish this predicament in record time, satoru moves her mic back up. Struggling now to stay focused as she occasionally glances down, seeing and feeling just how good her tongue piercing feels working all the right spots (she knew she made the right decision years ago piercing that tongue half drunk at a NYE party).

She doesn’t last much longer. Once suguru found that special spot she relentlessly massaged it with her 2 fingers while her mouth kept up the pace on her clit, she could feel satoru’s walls clench and unclench before her orgasm came up on her like a rogue wave. She lets out a long moan, her head leaning back against the beanbag and thighs squeezing even tighter on suguru’s head. This orgasm felt different though, longer..nicer than the usual ones. She’s completely given up on trying to win the game, completely starfishing on the chair and relaxing back with the controller now only in 1 hand. Suguru laps up all her juices before sliding the panties back into place, suguru resting her head back on her thigh.

There’s a comfortable silence between them as satoru recovers, staying on the lobby screen before turning the tv off completely. They both lay there in silence, suguru lightly doodling shapes and words on satoru’s thighs as satoru lightly twirls suguru’s hair between her fingers, giving a heads up that she is in fact still alive and hasn’t traveled up to the Aether. “Can we eat dinner now?” Satoru says softly, almost croaking the last bit out. Suguru smiles and wiggles out, slowly standing up before picking satoru up bridal style. She starts to walk to their room, another thing she remembers they both love, eating dinner in bed and watching trashy tv together to unwind after a long day.

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a.n: thank you for reading :3 this is my first fic uploaded here. i hope to upload some more soon 🥳🫶🏾

[fea-resources]

Best Unhinged Commentary As RP Starters Pt.1

Preemptively shoot them. Double tap for the fucking idiot who came before you and didn't.

Shoot her anyway. Shoot her for having a crappy hairstyle.

You start doing some freaky shit like the padre, I'm gonna shoot you.

I'm serious. Don't fucking start turning into a Thing. I'll shoot you. This is a small ass house.

Marco...? Better not be a fucking polo around here.

Yeah but they'd taste bitchin' in the few minutes before you died horribly.

Anything else in here that I need, before I go? Besides ANOTHER HEART ATTACK.

THERE BETTER NOT BE ANYTHING ELSE WAITING FOR ME OUT THERE BECAUSE I WILL SHOOT IT IN THE FACE.

That noise was behind me... that noise was behind me, right? ...that wasn't behind me.

Why is there a pile of dead bodies here now? This wasn't here before.

My work place has rat traps so I guess they have vermin problems, and this makes me so happy because if I see one of those fuckers I'ma grab it with my bare hands and wow the whole store. Up my pay grade. I can catch rats myself!

Try anything once. ESPECIALLY once if its toxic.

She's your stalker girlfriend. You will be hers or you will not have the chance to be anything else.

Standing in the bushes. A great strategy. I love bushes.

I know s/he can go straight through doors, I just hope s/he doesn't go straight through THIS fucking door.

Go away, I don't want what you're fucking selling.

HULK WANT OUT. LET HULK OUT.

Its Hulk's weak bitch ass cousin.

You're right, I don't like any noise, because noise means bad stuff.

That fucking laugh though... "nyA HA".

The devil's brew and the devil's lettuce. How many other things does the devil have?

Gotta face your fears. Face them like a man. A big, burly man. A bara, even.

Best friends kill each other before the apocalypse.

That's not heavy breathing -- its purring.

MY SON ISN'T LIKE THAT. MY SON JUST WANTS AFFECTION.

I love the additions of the flies, but the lack of maggots and decay is upsetting.

She's just mad cuz her tanning bed turned her into jerky.

Ghouls in a box, much like kittens in a box, but now with fifty percent more mauling.

What, is fifty percent mauling not good enough for you? Is this year's model not violent enough? GOD, not everyone can keep up with your strict mauling standards.

Oh come on, my mauling standards aren't that high. I just assumed this wasn't the world of Hello Kitty or MLP.

How safe is the safe house, really?

S/he wants you to stay that bad. S/he's such a sweetheart. Clingy and murderous, but a sweetheart.

Hey look, its the slow mo brain juice again.

Its just a bullet to the brain, mate. Ain't that bad. I've taken a few of those.

Excuse you. That is called abstract art. And it is gorgeous.

Its the sound of forgiveness. Screaming and then silence.

Sitting here making noise on the sidelines with the desperate hope it gets you caught somehow.

Children are omens of death. Do not follow the pitter patter of feet.

I swear to god nothing better crawl out after me. I will throw my ______ and then regret it.

You think a door will save you? You're a stupid bitch.

And you are 100% faking death good sir.

I wanna lick every single window in this place. I'm not sure why, but I just want to.

Sabotage kitty.

Its me in the mornings, and the knife is reality.

He's 50 shades of dead.

Uh I don't wanna go in the church because... stuff happens in the church.

Nothing over here except that dude having a grand old time, just... slamming his fists into that body. You know.

I'm okay. I'm gonna be fiiine. Who am I kidding? I'm gonna get fucked. Hard. In a very unpleasant way.

RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN. YOU CAN'T CATCH ME, I'M THE ZOMBIE CRONCH MAN.

That's right, I don't have the hand axe anymore cuz I used it while I was in church, damn it.

Damn, you had a bad time. You lost your leg-- yeah, there's the leg.

Why do you eat so many bullets?

S/HE. FUCKING. ATE. BULLETS.

This house is aesthetic. That couch however... is not.

YEA BO- wait. What the fuck is this?

*Gets out the hose. Pressure washes _______ with holy water*

THAT'S NOT HOLY WATER. THERE'S NOTHING HOLY ABOUT IT, EXCEPT THAT IT FILLS ME WITH HOLES.

Dead raccoons smell a lot like melting brussel sprouts. Pro tip.

I genuinely forgot how to spell his name, and just don't care at this point.

Sell shit, be rich for about 5 seconds, then be poor.

Sky pervert you say?

Oh there you are. I tried to summon you like beatle juice but it didn't work.

Well you should'a said that chant over a dead possum. Then I would'a heard you.

Confession. I'm still hella weak for bunny tatas.

Ah, so polite. You're also like. My well of never-ending potions.

Every city looks pretty at night. They look better on FIRE at NIGHT.

Never mind. He looked better through the blurry window.

I don't know if this is weird but, does catnip... smell like tea? Cuz I think it kinda smells like tea.

I missed my chance to be Cool and say 'I've never snorted catnip'. I disappoint myself.

Dang you only had 8 dollars? You're a poor ass soldier, what the fuck.

I guess I WILL just... sound the alarm.

THE SHEEP LOOK LIKE MUPPETS, WHAT THE FUCK. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

I hate being blinded too... I say as I never wear glasses I need to wear.

*to the tune of shots* BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS

ANGERY BUNNY BUTT.

I WOULD EAT IT. BET IT TASTES LIKE CYANIDE AND HEARTBURN.

I hate those boots. I wish you'd just put on actual pants.

That dysfunctional wardrobe is the final boss.

Jar jar binks got big. Stronk stronk bigs.

Let _______ have the tittie of bitch.

My fingers are dyslexic, pass it on. Calling you stupid bone sausages out.

Angels don't talk about Eiffel tower dick.

Yeah, I ditched him. I don't even care if he's asleep. I ditched him.

All those burnt corpses look like bacon to me. Crispy dragon-charred bacon.

you're a COWARD. GO TO THE TOP. EMBRACE THE JUMP.

_______ looks like a hobbit, not gonna lie.

I told you your little child bearing bones would catch you! They're springy and resilient!

Congrdeurtions.

The deer pelt is surprisingly sterile. Its the most sterile thing in this fucking place.

My dream is to be able to spell astetic... asthmatic... antsthetic... antstatic... aunt stacy? You know what I mean.

I wanna lick the sugar candy in the sky.

Wait, I missed the corpse. We have to go back for the corpse. Leave NO man behind.

SOS jerky.

Adopt a child. It's time.

I was named after a slutty country singer. And a car.

Back in my day, we used beds and called it woohoo. Just like the Sims. That’s where all my Sex Ed comes from.

Back in my day, we walked 4 miles with ONE FUCKIN' SHOE, and we shared between 5 of us, through the snow, because I ate the other shoe.

And I’M the one that needs to pray?

Why did you come back to the kink dungeon?

Lucifer is still pretty hot, I hear.

NO. PLEASE. I'LL BE GOOD. I'LL CALL YOU MASTER AND WEAR A SHOCK COLLAR AND EVERYTHING.

Nah, I'm thinking of something ten times as traumatizing.

No fire. Only suffering. Face the dark and cold like a dragon.

Fucking capitalism.

Your kindling looks like dog turds, and I know my dog turds.

_____ WAS STRANGLING A RAT. I HEARD ITS LIL ANGRY RAT SOUNDS.

I'd imagine bodies that sit at 98 degrees F while doing nothing get pretty hot when pressed together and doing activities that raise your blood pressure. That's like a 400 degree sauna right there if my math is right. Pretty toasty. ....that makes me wanna never do anything cause that's HOT.

Good. Sex is bad - its how babies are made and we don't want none of that.

Condoms are a thing, but so are holes and accidents. Why do you think I'm here?

Pornhub is good to us... on what not to do. That’s where I found that shrek video, and Spongeknob Squarenuts.

Wood - the original forbidden fruit.

This is the least sexy sex dungeon, let’s be real here. No mood lighting, cold, no R&B music. Where’s the pizzazz?

Maybe they played music on the bones?

Do NOT. I have nightmares about that.

I can no longer look at a naked anatomical skeleton in all casual and comfort anymore.

I am very uncomfortable with naked skeletons.

______'s hair is Cheeto colored which is honestly such a look. You rub your hand through his hair, your fingers come back stained with neon orange dust. Cheeto dandruff.

Who's playing the meat sticks again? I heard the meaty slaps. I still hear them.

Alright. Go gather your quotes you quote whore.

FAKE. YOU'RE A FAKE. YOU'RE A FAKE ________ FAKE AS FUCKING SHIT.

Oh. I thought you were talking to me when you said fake and I was like "someone noticed".

There you go; _____ knows the lyrics. _____ knows nothing.

I mean... hi... leggy up... same diff. Greeting you with my leggy.

You know minus the fire, this is a very nice house.

I don't know about you but the fire is aesthetic. I think its an improvement.

Uh, holy shit, violent much?

See by this point I would'a been like "fuck that I ain't gettin' in that bathtub again."

I hope I can kill you. You already look like someone I wanna kill.

This is where shit goes to shit.

You know it is really unfair you are able to appear and throw that that well and hit me because the universe fucking hates me-- OH GOD.

NO. We don't HAVE to check it out.

Rename him Kibbles n Bits.

Calm your bullet boner.

There goes the neighborhood. Now it really is Silent Hill.

I'm not used to having the camera that close to my ass.

You know, this is a lot less screaming than I anticipated. Still good though. Still satisfying.

Be The Squirrel. A very big squirrel. And very destructive like a squirrel.

You totally want to go down the creepy hallway, don’t lie.

Seriously, what was with all the monkey comments in Twilight?

I took out mine quicker. Did you see how I swung the shIT out of him and he ragdolled?

Squirrel game not strong enough.

I’m sexually attracted to a library. *finger guns*

He just… spread his ass cheeks wide open for that death.

I don’t plan hiding places, I plot environmental hazard spots. Catch me taking random and increasingly dangerous routes.

To be fair, I dented the pole with my face. So it was a tie.

Flirting, _____ style: Light them on fire. Man that’s actually kind of a weird thing to say when you remember how many things and people ______ has lit on fire.

I assumed he would come back on Wednesday because he’d be out of weed. He’s always out of weed on this day. Weedless Wednesdays.

I may just suck at sucking.

Give me the cat nip.

Make sure you inhale with your stomach – inhale the maximum amount of glow.

Your fucking shit is mine.

COTTAGE CHEESE COMES FROM SWISS CHEESED DICKS. EVERYTHING I KNOW IS A LIE.

Today on "____ Ruins Everything".

Look at that goddamn library. I’d put my cottage cheese all over that thing.

HQ to ________. You’re breaking up. Over.

I’m sorry I keep breaking up with you guys, I just feel like our relationship isn’t going to advance any further.

I’LL PISS IN THE BENDY PART OF THEIR KNEE.

Bullet buffet.

If it fits I fuckings falls ins.

Its because I said Tits Save Lives, isn't it?

The feeling when you hear the word smoker and think of meat smoker first despite hanging with stoners…

Spider Pirahnas. Spirahnas.

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SON? YOU PUT YOUR HEAD BACK ON RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN.

WUT UP MY DITCH COUSINS?

I ain't even high right now.

HI, I HEARD THERE WAS FIRE.

________ confirmed for arsonist.

He didn't see you. He smelled you.

I still don't get how he does all this shit with them tight ass pants.

RIP his balls. RIP his life too. ________ is the real one stripping balls.

Sasuke Uchiha'd his ass to the future.

He scream at own ass.

No, that guy took it to the knee. His third knee.

I GUESS it counts as a bone.

Walked crooked for a month. Got roasted with anal jokes.

When life throws grenades, pick them up and throw them back. I DON'T WANT YOUR GOD DAMN GRENADES.

He found the mummified corpse of an old man holding his dick in his last fap session in his tomb.

Those aren't swords, those are Mammoth Cleavers.

...I'm not making those noises.

I'm a rat murderer and taker of treasure.

God damn it, you were supposed to be a magic charm to make these rare game come out and instead you hurt its feelings!

Let's not bring up our Lord and Savior the Helix fossil.

Don't make those noises. Makes me think of dirty things.

[kozukensgf]

😭😭😭 thats the cutest text now. tysm for taking my request. you made my day today. i hope uni doesnt stresses you out too much. people are always busy so you dont have to be sorry 🤗 and i have been writing university entrance exam tests for the past 3 months and i got one of them and its pretty near to my house.

im thinking of joining engineering course with computer science as a main. can i know what's your course. plz say it only if your comfy with that. 😊

and yesterday it rained so hard, and i danced under it. my mom scolded me for getting drench and now i have cold. and i saw a rainbow for the first time in my life. i cried 😢

and now for the text, scoups being impatient and hannie being sassy always. joshu is literally the twink 🥹, lmfao jun is an npc. no words. always in his world 🥲 hoshi tho, hamzzi.

and for wonwoo, i thought they gonna stay up all night but you really pulled the uno reverse card here 😂 damn hello kitty uno, i died 🤣 and jihoonie 🤐 he's the best.

i really loved the text, tysm and ill be waiting for the maknae line. no rushes and no worries, plz take your time 🫶🏽 drink water and stay healthy. bye bye 😉

— 🐨 anon.

you’re welcome <3 tbh compared to last semester, i had sm fun on this semester! though i’m busy BUSY but it’s the ‘fun busy’ if ykwim. congratulations for getting into uni! SUPER PROUD OF YOUUUU

it’s a big BIG convenient having a uni close to your house (i usually go home every weekend cuz mine is really close too LOL) because you don’t really feel that ‘homesick-ness’ and reassurance is definitely there. i be having one (1) difficulties and i’ll be like fuck it ima go home 😂

i am a Bachelor of TESL student! have you ever heard of it? it’s called Teaching English As a Second Language programme. long story short, i am going to be a teacher teaching in a school 💕

ig your mom is worried about you, nothing else. i hope you are much better now from the cold! i’d say rainbow is a rarely occurrence (cuz me myself don’t see it that often) you’re lucky you saw one!

thank you so much for loving my texts 🤍 and ty for requesting too! wouldn’t have done it without your idea. i’ll be taking care of my health and you should too 🫶🏻 mwah mwah ily 🥰

[ninguitar]

LMFAO bruh they aint even that expensive unless u getting the like rlly big storage ones💔💔they come at like $7 at the cheapest 😭‼️ ive never bought tjem in my life but ive gotten sd cards for my digicam so if u rlly tgink abt it theyre the same thing tee bee aich🤔🤔🤔 YALL GOR BOARDS ?? bruh my skl js sticks posters anywhere 💔 like deadass everytime i walk by a hallway theres a new poster LMFAOAO ive seen like. 5 of the same posters at the same spot ?? like ? damn do yall need ppl to join THAT badly .

u better tyab me i wouldve . its okay i support u i support #hatred 🙏🙏‼️ leadership piss me off yo and i was acc tired of going to school from like pd1 to pd10 😢😢 thats like. 8-9 hours of skl like ?? im not staying in my stupid ass skl for that long so i js dropped leadership since it was an elective LMAO💔 i think some leadership ppl work hard like acc . i js yolo i fear😴😴

my teachers do not accept late work i fear like they dont even let u fix any grades for minor assignments like damn bru😭😭 the only teacher who does for me is like . prob sci or engineering but idk ion ever turn in shit late💔💔 LMAO?? girl i fear the day im able to stay up ill be high off my shit 😛😛 9 hours of sleep has become crucial to me its so baf . like if i cant sleep ill stress SO bad ‼️ i fear i stress so badly for stuff for no reason its acc insane PLSS i love biking i think its one of my fav hobbies to do during the spring and summer🙏 i sometimes fall while doing stupid shit but its okay guys❤️ i blame the wind LMFAOO YES i am #goated u get me i love hello kitty like thats ny goat right thereeee

no girl . i cannot accept u on that opinion. labubus r NOT cute & never will be. Thank u. ❤️ kung pao chicken is okay like ive honestly tasted better but its wtv 💔 my parents r tired of me hanging out every weekend🙁 but irs okay i think . lets js pray ion get put on house arrest by them LMAOO HELLO BEER ?? my friend drank beer one time and she started tweaking out so badly like she started saying how bad it was 😭‼️ OUUU vinh drinking ❌❌❌❌ what a bad kid 😒😒‼️‼️ jaykay u my goat i #support u on all ur endeavors

hi guys . I deadass js realized that long thread we had goinf on w reblogs nd stuff my reblog didnt go thru ?? like it js deleted my entire text hence y my last reblog for that thread was like blank . 😭😭😭💔 stupid tumbkr omds

ANYWAY ! i frwakinf hate the sciences so bad like im good at every other subject but science i fear id rather be hwld at gunpoint than ever touch science after i graduate🙁 PLSS i wanted to take ap osych but im lwk mad lazy for that and my skl put a 3 ap per year maximum 😅😅 like damn okay . yall js hatw to see me succeed 😒😒😒 GAWAHHH i loge dpr so much like i deadass had mood on repeat for so long bcs of this one yeonjun edit that transformed my life i fear ! MERRY GO IS SOOO freakinf Good i love it so mich

i donr have my own room guys. ive been sharing w my sister for the past few years😢😢 its okat tho idrc bc anyw im barely in my room like most of the time im js in my living room doing my work nd stuff bc ion wannna bother my stupid sister like that💔💔 also cs shes mad stinky when she gets off her shift nd is home . LMFAO omg ur evil pushing smn off their bed 😭😭😭

girl i got like 1 valentines day fic in line and i fwar i prob will not finish it b4 valentines day . god pls give me rhe will to start picking up writing again. i have this ONE fic idea that lwk is fire like acc fire like so amazeballs and awesome sauce nd shit 😊😊 pls pray i finish it !!! AND GOSH U R A GENIUSSS like ur mind works wonders… cool w u… YESS GAWDDD i love cool w u SOO MUCH its one of my favs of nwjns plus get up and hypeboy and hurt‼️‼️ ive been tucked in bed at 9:30 since like. 3rd grade. ion play when it comes to having a healthy sleep schedule i fear. i CANNOT have eyebags ever idc 💔 i would nawt look good w eyebags oms. why tf is olaf taller tahn the average girl what the hell😭😭😭

LMAO I FIGURED like why is there just a reblog there shld be smth 😭😭😭 i love science so much oml that is my BAE right there ❤️❤️ lololol i got a year before i graduate i hear the gunshots already ME NEXT !!! my ap pysch is sooo funny for some reason like i love my group frfr 🙏 you js gotta dab on the haters ning (a member of the dance club told me that) dpr is my lifeline i don't fear. no blueberries has been charting on vinh's top 3 bcuz it's js so addicting 🤓☝️

i feel bad for you twin, i can't imagine sharing a sleeping space with someone because what if they're a snorer... then what? 😞 what if they sleep talk/walk and kill me... then what? 😞😞 OHEMGEE I HATEE being in my living room...😬😬 it's peaceful but when the adults come home from work it's like all hell js broke loose. i cannot and i mean cannot handle another loud laugh coming from my anyone's mouth when i'm trying to watch tv 💔💔💔 LMFAO stinky. i call my eldest brother stinkabutt because he reaks of wtv it is. what can i say? im a pusher 😜

dear ning pls bless us with another fic before i kay em ess. PLEASEEEEE 🙏🙏 heh my friends say im special 😼 but probably not the kind of positive special... scratches head. may cwy receive more recognition because the budget for mv must've been high 😭🙏🙏 im gonna be so fr rn... 9:30 is when i eat dinner LOL. sometimes not even, like it rlly depends. i can be eating my first meal at 5pm and eat my last at 10 💀💀 i play when it comes to a sleep schedule, i remember pulling 3 all nighters in a row. pretty sure i was hallucinating on the 3rd night. eyebags kind of fit me lololol but it makes me look emo and it beats my nonchalant aura. #NOTsigmaofme

not to mention i taught a bunch of working adults who can drink, drive, and smoke brainrot. like i was explaining the difference between skibidi toilet and evil skibidi toilet, and how they're not the same but they're twins yk. and also slangs like "clock it" or "sigma/alpha" and no sigma and alpha are not the same, alpha is below sigma, you geekers.