#and while i understand being low on time it's no excuse to behave like he did

[tjerra14]

got fed up and pulled the 'I'm a vet"-card on an impolite and obnoxious guy calling me "nurse" in a belittling way every other word today and the immediate change in attitude was frankly disheartening

why am I suddenly more deserving of respect than my coworkers just because I have a different job title

[signanothername]

Can we have a more in depth look into how you think Dream and Nightmare experience autism and how it affects them?

YESSSSS LETS GOOOOO!!!!

Ok before we start this ramble, I’d like to emphasize how important the time period Dream and Nightmare grew up in, it was a time period in which anything mental health related was immediately connected with “demons” and “possession”

I like to say that the twins are masked Autistics a lot, but in truth, I like to think they both started off without masking their Autism at all, they never saw anything wrong with the way they behaved (cause there indeed wasn’t anything wrong), they were comfortable with who they were and how they behaved, it was their normal in a world that saw it as abnormal, but it was when the villagers started getting in the picture that problems started

Nightmare experiences his Autism through his special interest in learning new things and reading books, hyper empathy, isolation, avoiding eye contact, semi-repulsion to touch if he wasn’t the one to initiate it, understimulation, extreme difficulty in understanding his own emotions (and by extension, difficulty in expressing them), generally being blunt, brutally honest and direct, and selective mutism, Nightmare mostly stims by repeating certain sounds or phrases and humming

Dream experiences his Autism through his special interest in nature (especially flowers), precious stones as well as sewing, difficulty understanding social cues, selective mutism, extreme sensitivity to bright lights (he has a love/hate relationship with the sun) and loud noises, overstimulation, low empathy, and learning difficulties especially when it comes to language, Dream tends to stim by flapping his hands or stomping his feet

Both the twins perfer to follow a routine, however, Nightmare tends to plan his days carefully, and finds any change in his routine extremely distressing to the point it can cause him to experience a meltdown if he couldn’t think of a quick solution

Dream finds a change in his routine distressing too, but his reaction is a bit milder, he tends to get anxious and starts stimming to calm himself down all while he works on a way to get his routine back on track

Speaking of meltdowns, whenever the twins are extremely distressed, Nightmare is more likely to experience a shutdown while Dream is more likely to experience a meltdown, that doesn’t mean the opposite can’t happen sometimes, but it really depends on the situation

Then the villagers came and abused Nightmare into masking his Autism, using his Autistic traits as an excuse to demonize him, made comments about how he must be “possessed”, meanwhile they abused Dream into masking by making sweet tainted mean spirited comments about any behavior he exhibited that felt “abnormal” to them, they’d say things like “honey, it’s rude not to look someone in the eyes when speaking to them” or how he should “use his words” when Dream felt like he couldn’t

Both Nightmare and Dream internalized such comments deeply, and started subconsciously masking their Autism, they were children at the time after all, and especially after the apple incident, Nightmare truly believed he might be a demon or at least possessed by one for centuries after, cause for so long Nightmare couldn’t find a logical explanation in his beloved books for why he behaves the way he does

The word “Autism” never even existed back then, Nightmare spent years of his life researching for any logical explanation only to hit a dead end each time, and now that he’s out in the multiverse seeing how many people don’t really exhibit the same behavior he and his twin do, he was trying desperately to reassure himself that he can’t truly be a “demon” considering Dream exhibits the same “abnormal” behaviors (it rarely made him feel better about himself), even as an adult, the thought of being a “demon” distresses Nightmare so much that he sometimes experiences a meltdown cause of it

Nightmare eventually gives up trying to understand himself and instead starts consciously masking his Autism, he starts forcing himself to look people in the eye when he speaks or spoken to, he stops himself from stimming, he forces himself to speak when he’s overwhelmed, he starts hiding his love for his special interest (he has an entire big library of books yet he’d force himself not to spend most of his time there), he stops isolating himself and forces himself not to avert from anyone touching him, all to appear “normal”, all while it’s physically painful and emotionally draining to him

Same thing with Dream, except Dream never consciously masks, it’s all subconsciously, he forces himself to make eye contact, he stops stimming when people are around, he forces himself to act “normal” when he’s overstimulated, he forces himself to speak even when he feels like he can’t, he hides his special interest and puts on a mask of empathy even when he can’t truly understand/ tune in with the pain or feelings others experience but rather only able to understand their pain in a logical manner (and it makes him feel so damn guilty, cause Dream loves to help people, he thinks that he should be able to feel sad when others do), he pretends to understand social cues when in reality he only mimics how others act in social situations, he blames his learning difficulties on “time constraints” and how he simply doesn’t have the time to sit down and learn

Sometimes both the twins’ masks slip away when they’re extremely overwhelmed, other times, they let their masks slip when they’re alone, and it only adds to their stress cause they feel a sort of fucked up guilt and shame over not acting in a “normal” way, other times it’s a guilty pleasure, they almost reached a point in which they think their Autistic traits are some sort of privilege, punishing themselves if they mess up by not giving themselves the relief of letting the mask slip when alone (like forcing themselves not to stim)

The fucked up truth is, their masks also really impairs them socially, cause sometimes they get anxious thinking about being normal, that it might distract them or cause them to lose track of things

And even when the centuries passed by and science developed and changed and the idea of demonic possession became outdated and mental health became more prominent, and the word “Autism” came to be, neither twins really know they have Autism, neither of them even know what Autism is, Dream doesn’t have the resources to understand what it is, and Nightmare gave up trying to understand himself a long time ago to realize he’s not demonic for it

Will they eventually know about it, understand themselves better and get the support they deserve? It’ll probably take as many years to undo the damage done but I like to believe they do

A kinda part 2

[flxrartsstuff]

Addicted to you

GojoxFemReader! 18+

authors note: ahhh the inspiration some fanarts are giving me is insane! Found another one, this time with Gojo. Yep, first time writing about him. Something simple. He’s laying in your bed and doesn’t want to get up. Too tired to do anything but that’s no excuse for you.

cw: Gojo being clingy, smut, cowgirl position, dry humping, riding, calling Reader princess, i love the view of the Fanart down below, nipple play, unprotected sex, cock warming

Fanart by: @hunnismokah (omg i love this so much, Hope it’s okay that i used it for this Banner!)

You wanted to close the curtains as the day was slowly going to end, the last sunrays hitting the room and tickling the broad figure that was laying in your shared bed. Now it was nothing but shared. He made himself comfortable as if owning the bed for himself alone, stretching one leg out, crossing one arm behind his head, muffling any sounds and words you couldn’t understand. Only wearing some black shorts and a white muscle shirt which was moved far up so you could see his well trained and perfectly abs. Even his shorts revealed so much of his shaped legs and you couldn’t resist to bite your lip by this harmless sight you got. But before you could close the curtains, his mumbling got louder, making you stop in the track.

»C‘mere.«

»What?« you asked, your brows furrowed in confusion, also in amusement. Sounding like a little child that didn’t want to wake up or going to bed too early. He stayed lying like this, didn’t move but only repeated his words. So you left the windows open and went over to the bed, sitting on the edge. Your eyes wandered over his figure, you didn’t hold back and you knew, even through his blindfold, he could see it all. A sly grin appeared on his glossy lips as he dragged his muscle shirt much higher, to reveal more of his upper body.

»Idiot.« you chuckled because of his playful demeanor and wanted to get up again, as he suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. You let out a surprised loud, falling back against his chest.

»You’re not going anywhere. Just stay with me.«

You opened your mouth to protest, saying you wanted to prepare for bed as well, but you did him this favor and remained still like that for a while. It wasn’t very comfy, half lying half sitting like that but you could feel his steady heartbeat on your back which was the best night melody to sleep with.

»I am so tired. So, sooo tired.« the white haired man cried out, pouting like a puppy.

»Then sleep already.« you suggested grinning, which brought another pouting from him. You gasped surprised as he pressed you harder against him and you felt something poking your side.

»You know I can’t sleep now.« his whisper tickled your skin and ear, which caused goosebumps all over your body. Your breath quickend immediately and the temptation was to hard to resist. Especially when he behaved like a little lost koala who couldn’t let go off you.

»Mhm, let me help you then.« you chuckled and turned around to face him. He already wanted to drag down his blindfold but you stopped him, placed a hand on his face. Before saying anything you took the next steps already and moved your body right on top of him to straddle him. Sitting right on his groin made him letting out a nasty little gasp.

»I like that kind of help, princess.« he said cockily, already grabbing your hips with his big hands as if making clear where you belonged to. Everything you wanted to do before, was totally forgotten now especially when he touched you liked this. And while he was tired lying under you, why not using this opportunity? Having the strongest to rile up like that, made your heart jump with anticipation.

»And I like that view. Got used to it.« the tease slipped out of your mouth and you couldn’t help but giggle. His lips separated to say something, but got immediately cut off the moment you slowly started to move your hips on him. A low growl escaped him, nothing to do now with his childish behavior seconds ago. Your pussy fluttered already, even though you just started your work on him. But the contact even through your clothes was electrifying, teasing you as much as him. And with every slow stroke, he became harder under you. His hands grabbing your more tight, squeezing your legs and thighs. It was your plan to take him right now and he would let you with pleasure. Who was he anyway to deny any of your brilliant plans? Especially when they included to have sex with you?

You rolled your hips smoothly and slowly along his groin, the bulge becoming much bigger now, that it teased your clit delightfully. You brought some good self control to not grind yourself on him too fast. You just wanted to enjoy the whole thing before ending too fast. His hands left a hot trail wherever they touched you, playing with the hem of your shirt to signalizing you to take it off already. Of course wearing no bra, he got the full sight to see of your wonderful, well formed breasts. Still too far away for him to grab, you leaned down to him. While you kissed him on his lips, his hands immediately went up to your tits, squeezing them as a thirsty that needed water. Playing with that sensitive nubs of yours which made you moan right into his mouth. It became hotter than you expected, your hips taking pace and the wetness dripping right on your panties. He knew that, felt the warmth between your thighs already. What would he give now to check; only a glimpse on that dampened panties of yours? Inhaling the scent and getting drunk of it?

You cupped his face, looked at his blindfold and still in his eyes. For someone who covered his eyes, it felt still too intense. You felt exposed in front of him, totally. His skin was soft, his lips naturally shiny and glossy, inviting to just kiss him without break. You didn’t even realized that you paused, just to admire his face. The white haired one chuckled amused.

»What? Too stunned by my face?«

»You could say that,« you just answered, already grabbing the blindfold and taking it off slowly. He blinked a few times, white strands of his hair falling over his eyes as his blue orbs were finally free and brightened. Two deep oceans that dragged you in, almost like a curse. You wanted to sink deeper into the waves, discovering him with all your heart. Under them you saw slightly darker shadows, your fingers brushed gently over them. The last sun rays which hit the room, reflected in his eyes, let them appear much brighter and sparkly. He truly was beautiful.

»Kiss me, princess.« he whispered after a while, seemingly lost in your gaze as well. Your lips hovered right above his the whole time and your breath crashed onto them. Within a second you claimed his lips as yours again. Your tongue eagerly founds its way along his lips, till he opened them to let you enter. Slowly your hips started to move again, while you made out so desperately hungry for each other that you almost forgot to breathe. He whimpered under you, air rushing through his nose and no matter what, he would never interrupt you to break this kiss. So it was you, only to lean down and drag his shorts down from his hips. He watched you with lust covered eyes, awaiting the moment you would finally free his cock. The bulge unmistakably big, made your pussy throb in anticipation. You wanted nothing more than to finally let it sink deep inside your walls. Dragging down his pants his long erection jumped out, hitting his lower abdomen and leaving a little hint of precum on his skin.

One of his large hands brushed over your cheek, moving a few strands of your hair aside to cup them behind your ear. »What you’re waiting for, princess? Try your best.«

Even though he seemed tired as hell minutes ago, it was interesting to see this kind of challenge in his eyes now. All tiredness like blown away, Gojo leaned back and grabbed after your hip to direct you on his length. After you freed yourself from your shorts and panties as well of course. A short glance went over to your panties as you threw them away and he noted that they were truly dampened and wet. First you only sat on it, without letting him enter that easily. But even the contact of your wet pussy right on his cock made him whimper in delight. You were perfectly warm and already dripping with your sweet juices that he would have easily access to slide deep inside your hole. But would you let him now? Of course not, you moved your hips again in slow motions along his shaft and this time no other clothes were disturbing you two. It sounded like heaven to hear him whimpering and groaning under you. It was a sight you rarely got to see especially from one who claimed to be the strongest of all. He stared like hypnotized at your hips and the sweet flesh of yours that rubbed along his erection with ease. Your mouth let out the sweets moans and you gasped everytime when your clit met with the head of his dick. Getting sensitive he felt, that your movements became faster and you naughty little thing wanted to get yourself off on his cock that easily. Sure he would let you, he would give everything for the sight of you rubbing yourself to release like that. Your brows furrowed, you bit your lip to avoid any too naughty sounds escaping from it. But sooner or later you gave it up. He felt the warmth of your dripping cum smearing along his cock as you came undone on him. Filthy louds coming uninhibited from your wide open mouth and made him grin proudly. The view of you cumming on him like that made his cock pulse only harder, the impatience growing much more than it was already. You never look more beautiful when a orgasm hit you like that. And he would be a fool for not letting you get yourself off on his dick. But of course, even this wasn’t enough for you, no. You needed him deep inside with all his length. So you repositioned yourself again, that your pussy was hovering over his cock, before letting it slide a along inside, slowly and gently to get used to the size and stretch it caused.

A delightful stretch you couldn’t get more of. And even him, who was only whimpering before, started to groan much louder now. Letting out what he was trying to control before. He searched for your gaze, reached for your chin to turn your head to him and to see the lust in yours eyes. So real, so uninhibited and free. It was like nothing could stop the both of you now.

»That’s good, princess. So good. Show me more, yeah? Don’t hold back…«

Your hands grabbed as much flesh of him as they could, leaving red marks on his shoulders or chest, as you started moving back and forth on him. Every movement teased your clit in such a nice way, that you weren’t only whimpering but already letting out loud and naughty moans, smiling and feeling absolutely addicted to it. His hands were doing his best to grab your hips and help you with guiding you along his cock. You found your comforting motions which made it so easy for you, so you didn’t hesitated anymore. Riding him with such filthy noises, louder moans and the bed which squeaked with every jump of you. His blue eyes fixed on your face as if he didn’t want to loose any moment of it. He loved the freckles smile on your open lips, as you rode him faster the more your pussy squeezed around him. Your orgasm approached with every second and there’s was nothing more you wanted right now.

»Fuck, that’s it, baby. Lookin‘ so fucking beautiful..!« he praised you, panting heavy and the grip around your hips growing stronger. Little pearls of sweat running down your forehead and the rest of your bodies, letting them shine in the simple light. Skin clapping against skin, echoing in the room in perfect sync.

»S-Sa..toru…oh my god..« you whimpered desperately, keeping intense eye contact with him, as you felt the big wave of your climax approaching. Making everything in your body shaking and trembling, preparing for the final release that would give you that explosive orgasm you both craved for. Smiling you threw your head back in pure satisfaction like a goddess, moaning his name louder and louder like a praise. And he couldn’t ask for a better view than this. You looked so beautiful and this brought him over the edge right after you as well.

That’s when his dick twitched severeal times inside of you before releasing his heavy load of cum with a long relieved growl. His brows furrowed in delight, his eyes half closed and his hands grabbing harder on your soft flesh. You rolled your hips several times over his dick to get more of your climax as possible, drooling over this high intense love making with him.

»This…was Perfect.« You claimed breatheless and leaned down to Kiss him sloppy, with your heart still hammering heavy against your chest. He reached immediately, not wanting to ever separate from you anymore. Chuckling and breathing through his nose, the white-haired man, pressed you against his chest. The warmth of your pussy still wrapped around his cock, he didn‘t seem to have any intention of letting you go. No, of course not. How clingy Gojo Satoru could be, this would be a very sleepless night again. Not that you had anything against it…

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[rainbowpiss34]

Why I think Melvin Sneedly could have NPD. (Narcissistic personality disorder)

(also excuse the spelling mistakes 🥲)

For starters, in the books and show, Melvin has an inflated sense of self-importance and entitlement, he longs for admiration, he expects special treatment, he exaggerates (well I wouldn’t call it exaggerating because they are genuinly impresssive esp for a child 😭) his achievements and talents, he reacts negatively to criticism, he’s had multiple fantasies of having power, success, and beauty (big muscles/handsome), he takes advantage of others, he finds it difficult to empathize with other people who arent himself/has low empathy, he often behaves in an arrogant manner that can make others dislike him.

And while I would just chalk this off to him being a kid and that he could potentially grow out of these symtoms as an adult, it is clear that Melvinborg also has these symptoms. Melvinborg only cares abour himself and his past self, he comes back to the past with the Time Toad 2000 so he can make sure his past self goes to his dream school, becomes the principal/loves the power, and then makes the entire school Melvin-themed, covering the walls wifh phtoos of himself, made a robot song with him, made the lessons only towards helping Melvin, made the food what Melvin likes to eat, etc.

Melvin often finds it hard to understand other people’s pain if they don’t affect him, when the spanish teacher was crying all he cared about was the fact that he wouldn’t be able to learn another language which is required for his dream school. He longs to go to a dream school so he can be with people he sees as worthy of being with him/(since everyine in his school isnt as smart as him). He sees the level of education at his current school beneath his level/he sees himself deserving more (which is true tbh ).

In the books he likes the idea of there being a national day just for him, and likes the idea of other people fangirling/admiring him, of George and Harold (his perceived rivals) being beneath his feet/being his slaves. He sees them as beneath him because he’s smarter than them.

He takes advantage of other ppl and of George and Harold multiple times for different reasons, and he breaks promises many times/backstabs them without carrying about their feelings. But when George betrayed him back in the camp episodes when he reveals to Harold he’s not actually friends with him, he feels very betrayed and upset, and it shows how he can be hypocritical and sometimes forget that other people can also feel the same things he does.

With the whole thing with Erica, i feel like he may genuinly believe he’s inlove/has a crush on her, but its more of an infatuation/perceived crush because he likes how she looks and acts. Some people with npd may have a hard time accepting other people’s “flaws”, like how when Melvin dreams about Erica, he dreams of her fawning over him/(like the time he dreamed where he was saving her from aliens in space and she was admiring him) this is very out of character for Erica and it is clear Melvin doesnt like Erica for who she truly is. He may see the fact that she doesnt even like him as a perceived “flaw” rhat can be overlooked.

I beleive that Melvin is specifically a cerebral narcissist, they derive their self-importance from their intellect, believing they’re smarter than everyone else. I also think that with help, understanding and therapy, Melvin could learn to be more understanding towards how other people feel and to be more kind just for the sake of being kind. i do not think him having npd means that he’s just doomed to be an asshole forever. I like how in the show there are moments where Melvin can genuinely be sensitive and/or something good.

Its also really good to see how he chose for himself that he would save George and Harold instead of letting Melvinborg kill them, he chose other people (esp ppl he sees as his rivals) over his literal future self, and I think thats a good first step for someone who has a hard fime doing stuff for other ppl/usually onky thinks of himself.

Idk 😭 or maybe im just looking to deep into a literal fictional 10 year old boy idk guys 😅😅😅

I love him sm jfjkfkekfkdllfmgnrhf fkfkkgkfkghiosod

Let me know what you think! Also I do not have npd myself so if you do please tell me if im incorrect about somerhing! I tried to research but a lot of research out there about npd specifically tends to be very biased/kinda just bad so pls lmk!

[skzcollision]

churchboy!felix x afab!reader (3/7)

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genre: fluff, smut, teen angst

synopsis: certain expectations come with being a pastor’s daughter. in everyone’s eyes you are a properly behaved girl, albeit rather timid. according to your parents, you aren’t as devoted to the church as you should be. they entrust you to an old family friend’s son, deeming him to be a good influence. these circumstances bring you two closer together and stir up all kinds of emotions.

MINORS DNI

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Ever since that day in the lake, Felix has slowly been distancing himself from you.

He has cancelled on you several times now—apologizing over the phone about how he’s swamped with schoolwork and studying for finals or that he has plans with his family, a myriad of excuses really.

Trying to be understanding of his dilemma, you have yet to properly confront him about it. While it hurts to be avoided by him, you can’t help but blame it all on yourself. After all, you were the one constantly trying to push things further with him. Maybe he felt pressured by you. Maybe he thought you as corrupt.

Before you know it, graduation day rolls around and things are still tense. You get more and more restless every time you see him. Felix is always surrounding himself with others. Although people have always just been naturally drawn to him, he is never alone and it seems like a deliberate choice. He hasn’t so much as glanced in your direction. It’s as if nothing had transpired between you two.

When he eventually saunters off to the restroom on his own after the ceremony, you take this chance to ambush him. You silently follow him inside and lock the door behind you.

His confused expression turns to one of surprise when he whips his head around to see you there. “What are you doing here?” He asks, voice low and panicked. This is the first time he has looked at you in weeks.

“So it’s like that?” You say, sounding more hurt than you intended. “We’re just- you’re never gonna speak to me again?”

His initial shock falls away, replaced by a look of remorse. You try to mentally prepare yourself for whatever it is he has to say; that it had all been a mistake. That you should part ways from now on. It’s over, goodbye.

A lump forms in your throat and there’s a familiar stinging in the back of your eyes. You contemplate walking away from him before he sees you break down.

Felix steps closer—then in a blink of an eye he has you wrapped around in his arms. Your breath shudders, and you pause briefly before clutching onto him, his grip on you tightening. You embrace passionately as he apologizes over and over again in your ear.

“I didn’t plan to ignore you for this long, I just- I got scared… scared of what I’ll do, because- I started having all these thoughts about you that I shouldn’t and...” He rambles frantically, a hand coming to stroke the back of your head. “You make it hard for me to contain myself.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and warm tears spring to your eyes. “So don’t.” You say, turning your head, your lips touching the skin just below his jaw.

“I…” He nuzzles further into you, groaning against your hair. “I want you so badly, you don’t even know.”

“You have me,” you assure him, voice just above a whisper. You begin pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck, each nibble leaving a wet trail behind.

A whimper slips past his lips, knees buckling for a moment. Then as if yanked like a puppet on a string, he straightens up, holding you still in his hands. “Please…” Felix breathes out slow, closing his eyes. He rests his forehead against yours. “I’m trying to be good.”

Your fingers thread through his hair, lightly pulling his head back. “Then be good for me.” You beg, gently nipping at his lips, desperate for him to touch the part of you that aches. “Give into me…”

He pants softly, composing himself the best he can before pulling you away from him. Your eyes are wet as you look up at him in anticipation. He’s pink in the face, staring at you with a certain intensity that resembles anger.

“Meet me in the garden,” is all he says to you before he’s unlocking the door of that restroom and walking out.

Now rid of the cap and gown everyone has been donning all evening, you find Felix outside in a simple, navy suit. In that moment under the golden cast of the setting sun, you think to yourself that this is the most handsome he has ever looked.

You’ve also stripped out of that ensemble, revealing a dress that had entirely been your mother’s choice, nearly the same shade as the salmon you had a couple nights ago.

“Hi,” you say, approaching him warily.

His dark, tender eyes behold you in a way that immediately renders you shy and vulnerable. There is a long pause of silence before he’s finally crossing over to you, hands cupping your jaw. He plants a firm kiss on your lips, savouring the softness of your mouth and not really moving much. It has you keening against him, sufficiently teased and pleading for more.

He then grasps the back of your neck, somewhat aggressive but still gentle, tilting his head to the side to deepen your connection. It’s a little sloppy, both of your inexperience showing, but the passion behind every motion makes up for it. Hands run up and down his chest, your small whimpers being swallowed up by him as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You prolong pulling away for air despite your protesting lungs, desperate to stay attached to each other. Both of your chests are heaving once you do, lips pink and swollen.

His hand is on your wrist, taking you with him to a bench behind the storage shed, concealing you both from anyone who decides to come down to the garden.

“You had no idea how stressed I was,” you chide, tipping your head back when he tries to lean in for more kisses. “I thought… I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

His expression softens as he takes your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheeks. “Do you really think I enjoyed being apart from you? Of course not.” He inches closer to you, lips almost brushing against yours as he speaks. “I’m never going to leave your side again. I promise. Okay?”

And because you were never really planning on holding a grudge against him, you nod, closing the gap between you and capturing his lips with yours. He inhales deeply through his nose, head swaying back and forth as he kisses you with much fervour. You’re both already getting better at this.

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

You grow more and more delirious with each press of his lips, his soft grunts of gratification igniting something in you. Your insatiable need to be closer to him outweighs any rational thought and you throw your leg over his.

Immediately, his hand seizes your thigh, pulling you onto him. You are pleasantly surprised with the way he’s responding to you now. That time away from you must have been harder for him than you thought, and only served to make him want you more. It is as if he went without food for days, and he’s having his fill now.

Breaking away from his lips, you adjust yourself on his lap so that you are properly straddling him. He screws his eyes shut as you move onto him, something firm colliding with the sensitive flesh between your thighs. Breathy moans linger in the heated space between the two of you.

“You okay?” You ask, eyes filled with concern.

“Y- Yeah, just…” His hands dig into your hips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “D- Don’t move so much.”

A devilish smile stretches across your face. “Like this?” You tease, shifting forward and bucking your hips against him.

His head falls back, and deep, raspy groans tumble out of his parted lips.

No. You were wrong earlier. He is the most handsome right now. The pure delight on his face; nose scrunching in the most adorable way.

He finally opens his eyes, only to glare at you—the most he can manage at this moment.

A low chuckle rumbles in your throat, and you slowly trace a line down his neck. “What kind of thoughts do you have about me?” You ask, more seriously now.

His face gets so red at the bluntness of your question and you almost laugh. “Well,” he gulps as his gaze falls away. “I think about… touching… you…” He trails off, too humiliated to continue.

Your fingers graze his jaw, and you smile a little too innocently for what you’re about to ask him. “What if… you just show me?”

He sighs through his nose, timid eyes travelling down your body. “I- I don’t know how.”

You take one of his hands from your waist, eyes never straying from his as you place it over your crotch.

“Go on,” you nod, writhing impatiently on his lap.

His brows furrow in concentration, unsure fingers stroking you through your underwear. He glances at your face often to gauge your reaction.

Clumsiness aside, you find pleasure in the unpredictability of his slow and tentative movements—a touch very different from your own.

You sigh, jerking excitedly against his hand. This only spurs him on. A wanton moan rises from your throat when his hand slides past your underwear, slim fingers spreading and exploring your warmth. A familiar feeling builds at your centre. “Keep touching there,” you gasp as he nudges against the hood of your clit.

“Wow… you’re, um…” He clears his throat, fingers gliding through your arousal. “You’re really… really wet, is this normal?” He speaks quickly, undoubtedly feeling awkward about the sudden turn of events.

You laugh breathily at how clueless he is. “It just means I’m very aroused. It’s normal, don’t worry.”

His lips tug into a nervous smile. “Does it feel okay?”

You nod, leaning forward to kiss him. Words of praise are whispered to him each time you separate. “Put your fingers inside.” Your voice is ironically sweet, despite how crude your request sounds.

He pauses abruptly. “W- What? Why?”

“Please…” You whine, rolling your hips so that the tips of his fingers catch your entrance.

Felix looks up at you with wide, mystified eyes. “But tha- that’s… won’t it- won’t that hurt?”

“I’ll be okay.” You mumble reassuringly, hips sinking down slightly.

His fingers meet you halfway, and he watches your face with wonder. You whimper as two of his digits ascend into you. He’s hesitant when met with a bit of resistance, so you take care of the rest, grinding further down onto his knuckles. The stretch leaves you a little lightheaded.

“Still okay?” He checks with you again, his hand stilling beneath you.

“Mhm,” you stuff your crimson face into his neck, reeling from the intensity of it all. “Do you want me to touch you too?” Your hand lowers onto the front of his trousers.

Alarmed by the sudden pressure, his other hand quickly moves on top of yours. “You don’t have to.”

Your breath comes out in harsh puffs against his jugular. “I want to.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “You just- you seem overwhelmed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You lift up from him, desperate for some friction. “Felix, I’m fine.” Your hand comes to grab his wrist, guiding him, helping him set the pace you like. “Curl your fingers a little.”

He catches on quickly and so you let go, hooking your arm around his neck. Your hips swing forward and back to meet him, mewling against his ear every time the palm of his hand makes contact with your sensitive bud.

The drag of his fingers makes your head spin; miles better than when you do it yourself. It‘s enough to erase any remaining bitterness you had towards him for acting like you didn't exist these past few weeks. Enough to make you forget even your own name for a moment.

It’s almost as if you blacked out.

Your release comes quicker and harder than it ever has, his shoulder muffling your euphoric screams. He’s pressing kisses to your temples, holding you and stroking your back as you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You laugh shakily to yourself. Felix can be slow at times, especially at understanding some of your jokes—but he’s a fast learner when it comes to things like this. It makes sense, considering how attentive he is in general. Always willing to learn.

He says your name. “You okay?” His brown eyes are soft, fixated on you with concern.

“M’okay.” You hum blissfully and press a wet kiss on his lips, whimpering against him as he carefully retracts his fingers from you.

Felix marvels at you as you take those fingers into your mouth, sucking your essence off of him. His curiosity quickly dissolves into desire and he crashes his lips onto yours, hungrily licking into your mouth. Just as he’s getting you worked up all over again, you both hear someone yell out your name.

It’s your mother.

“Shit,” you mutter, separating from Felix.

He sits up quickly, eyes going wide. Your legs are shaking when you scramble off of his lap and onto your feet.

“What do we do?”

You peek out from the corner of the shed. Your mother is standing on one of the paths not too far away, her round back turned to you.

“Uh, go ahead from this side. I’ll talk to her.”

He nods, not leaving before laying a quick peck on your lips. As soon as he starts up on the rear path towards the building, you fix your dress and hair, coming out of your hiding.

“Mom?”

She spins around, and her face is livid. Like an animal in danger, you freeze on the spot as she stalks towards you. “Is it true? What they’re saying around school?”

You only stare, dumbfounded.

“Have you been sleeping with Felix?”

Your blood runs cold. “What? I- I…”

Before you can say any more, her hand collides with your cheek—hard. Your head snaps to the side, tears welling up from the impact.

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[rainbowsky]

Hello Rainbowsky,

Is Rocco using the 227 kadian a coincidence? If not, I really can’t understand why on earth did he choose that time to post.

I was happy to know that he defended WYB but I really felt bad when I saw the time.

Rainbowsky, what do you think?

With all due respect, Anon - and everyone else who has messaged me about this...

I am deeply disappointed by BXG these past couple days - more so than I've been maybe even in YEARS. Y'all are behaving like a bunch of toxic solos, many of you being blindly instigated by toxic solos who are manipulating your feelings for their own ends.

DD went to an event and had a good time, looked amazing - one of the rare occasions where he's not wearing a plain black suit - posted multiple amazing videos and photo sets, was the guest of honor and the most anticipated face of the evening...

And all anyone GAF about is this petty drama bullshit.

I've gotten so many messages about Rocco and the various toxic and often deeply homophobic rumors going around about him, about GQ and their supposed rift with GG, about this stupid F'n kadian, and I've had only ONE message about DD and how great he looked and how great it was to see him in such a casual feeling setting, looking relaxed and happy.

This is toxic fandom, in a nutshell. This is toxic fandom.

I had thought y'all were above all that. I really had. But it seems Tumblr really is no less toxic than Twitter. At least, that's what it feels like these past couple days.

What do I think of this kadian moment? I think that it was likely intentional, and I find myself laughing at how sassy he is. That's what I think. GG's fans were pushing a hateful lie about DD - which it seems like all they're good for these days - and flooding his photo post with comments about DD supposedly lying about his height, and his response was to slap them with the facts.

If the kadian was intentional - and I suspect it probably was - it was a slap on XFX, not on GG. Because fuck them, seriously. Fuck them for constantly dogging DD's every step with hate hs on Weibo. You've probably heard about so many of the attacks on DD over the last while. "Desperate illiterate", his height, etc. What you might not know is that every single one of them is orchestrated and pushed by XFX.

2/27 is XFX's shame (that sadly they have no shame about). It is NOT GG's shame. He did no wrong, and everyone knows it. His fans haven't learned a thing, and keep doing this kind of garbage, which might one day lead to GG's downfall or to another period of having to lie low in obscurity, etc.

The kadian shows the post to be directed squarely at XFX, where it belongs. Nothing more. The only people who will notice or care about it are the assholes in the comments arguing. Bystanders won't notice or care. It does absolutely NOTHING to harm GG. It just embarrasses and calls out XFX.

If DD can go hang out with and be the guest of honor for an event that is a huge feather in Rocco's cap, making Rocco look good in China and internationally - the man is getting a lot of accolades for the event - if he can walk the red carpet with him and be friendly with and have an obviously good relationship with him (Edit: and can hug him like a good friend), then no fan has any excuse for holding any kind of grudge against him.

There is no one closer to GG than DD, so if Rocco is OK with DD, he's OK with me. End of fucking story.

People who are reading into this all kinds of conspiracy theory BS need to go touch some grass. Seriously.

This is a fandom of GG and DD, not of Rocco Liu. Stop focusing on stupid shit, people.

[shady-tavern]

Preview for "The Price of a Life" the March Patreon Short Story

(warnings ahead for murder and implied, attempted assault, please take care of yourselves)

*.*.*

Rani grew up with neglectful parents and a little brother who was treated like he could do no wrong. While she was often tasked with looking after him, receiving the blame for any and all misbehavior, her brother was given pats on the head for being such a strong willed rascal.

It wasn't the easiest time growing up and as soon as she was able, she spent every minute out of the house, helping the miller with carrying sacks of flour, holding horses still for re-shoeing at the blacksmith's smithy and in the evenings she was wiping down tables in the tavern. 

Any excuse to stay away and earn some money was pounced upon without hesitation. She was soon known around town as the girl who accepted any job so long as someone paid her for it. 

No matter how rough and tough it was, she lifted her chin stubbornly and no matter how hard it became, she was determined to prove people wrong when they doubted her.

She learned who in town was corrupt and to be avoided, she learned who would attempt to exploit her and she learned how to recognize the glint in people's eyes that promised nothing but pain and misery on her end.

She learned just how hard she had to hit to take someone down, heart pounding with terror and adrenaline as she stood in a dark, damp alley. A stone smeared with blood was in her hand as she stared down at empty eyes. 

She learned just how deep she had to dig a hole to ensure no wild animals dug the body back out, painful bruises blooming on her skin.

She learned fast and she learned well. Her hands grew rougher than any other girl's her age, she became stronger than many of the boys and she turned into a ruthless negotiator with a sharp intuition for those who wanted to trap her into agreements that demanded too much of her.

Her parents rarely saw her, but the few times they caught her sneaking back home, they were scolding her for being a terrible daughter who was never around and she ought to hand over some of her hard earned coin, they had housed and fed her for years after all.

Rani moved out of her childhood home as soon as she was old enough and the blacksmith flagged her down for an apprenticeship right away. It was hard work, but Rani was used to that and in the evenings she still went around, doing odd jobs for a bit of extra coin.

"I heard that unruly brother of yours got tangled with some unnatural folk," she heard her master say one day, almost half a year after having moved out of home.

They had some massive horses in today and they behaved well under her steady and reassuring hands. She had learned early on that animals liked it when she gave them a feeling of comfort and security, that they liked her calm and quiet words.

"I genuinely don't care," Rani answered, the black mare snorting and finally relaxing, lowering her head and her ears perked. 

She was a sweet one, but a different blacksmith had once badly hurt her while shoeing her and now she got worried and scared easily. It was understandable, in Rani's opinion.

The blacksmith hummed, a low noise that seemed to rumble in his barrel chest. "No one's seen him in a week, people think he ran into the Blood Lords."

Her hands stilled for a moment. Everyone knew of the Blood Lords, of the monsters that called the cursed city beyond the forest their home. Endless rumors surrounded that place, one worse than the other. Anything and everything could be bartered away in that place, from souls to blood and even someone's own children.

The Blood Lords never left their cursed city and while some speculated it was because they couldn't, they didn't need to either. Not when there were people desperate or foolish or arrogant enough to seek them out anyway, thinking they could weasel out a deal in their favor.

Rani had always thought that even her hardheaded brother knew better than to tangle with creatures which knew neither pity nor compassion.

"He'll be back soon, I'm sure," she said, though a part of her was sinking like a stone headed for the bottom of a lake. "He's old enough to start adventuring away from town. He's probably trying to get to the king's city and he'll turn around when he realizes it's a bad idea."

The blacksmith hummed, low and sceptical and Rani felt just as doubtful of her own words. What if her brother had been stupid enough to go to the cursed city? A place shrouded in eternal fog and with the taste of death so prominent in the air it made all but the most foolhardy or desperate flee in terror.

At least, it was like that according to rumors.

Rani focused on her work, but once she was sent away by her master, instead of seeking out one of the people who usually needed an extra hand, she headed to her childhood home. It had been the first time since she had moved out that she had gone back.

She half expected her brother to pop out, scaring her half to death and laughing at her face and the angry but secretly relieved lecture she'd give him. She half expected the little shit to have been hiding somewhere, watching as people fretted and worried, giggling to himself.

What she found were her parents crying their eyes out. Even before they looked up and spotted her in the open door, their hopeful faces falling with disappointment upon seeing that it was her and not her brother, she knew the truth.

Her brother had, indeed, been stupid enough to tangle with the Blood Lords.

"You must save him," her mother began, tone half accusing and half an order, as though she blamed Rani for this situation.

Rani turned on her heel and strode away, angry and worried in equal measure. She had always ended up stuck with cleaning her brother's messes. Had always had to face the anger of anyone he had played a prank on, getting scolded and told to keep him in line, because her parents slipped away from their responsibilities whenever they could.

She was sick and tired of being dragged into their problems, into being blamed. Her parents were two perfectly healthy adults, they should handle this.

She stomped all the way home, to the tiny little apartment over a general goods store she had rented. She passed by the alley where she had fought that terrible man, the rock she had used still lying where she had dropped it. Any blood on it had long since gotten washed away. 

No one had ever found out what had happened to that man.

She owed her brother nothing. In fact, she had told him multiple times to be more careful with his pranks and jokes, that one day he'd bite off more than he could chew. That he had sought out the Blood Lords was as laughable and nonsensical as a louse trying to tear out a wolf's throat. What had he been thinking?

She told herself that it was most likely already too late to save him. The Blood Lords took everything they wanted, they were considered even worse than the fae knights that rode through the forest during full moon nights, luring the prettiest lads and lasses out of their homes to whisk them away for forever.

The Blood Lords lived off of blood and souls and the screams of the anguished and tortured, their veins filled with dark magic and malice. According to rumors at least.

But there was always a kernel of truth to rumors, wasn't there?

Rani stared into her cramped little space, gritting her teeth, until an enraged snarl ripped free and she grabbed her cloak and shoved some things into her satchel before stomping out the door again.

*.*.*

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[viburnt]

Hellooo ! Can you write about bakugou being our bully since we were kids?? Loveur contect!

Heya! Anon, you didn't give me more specifics so I went with the "boys are mean when they like you" route. Hope you like this~

CW: Bullying, emotional manipulation, threats, coercion, angst, dark content

Childhood bully Bakugo

There has to be a reason for Bakugo to bully you since kids although, to be fair, anything could've triggered that reaction from him. Quirkless? Chasing after a big dream? Perhaps you are better on something he is not. Or maybe people likes you more! Whatever the reason is, Bakugo's grip on you gets progressively worse with time, not as bad as Deku's dynamic with him, but still.

Bakugo's mom likes you a lot, by the way; she always encouraged you to play with his sonny. If only she knew...

As a kid, Bakugo would tend to pull your hair whenever you were too happy about something, sometimes sticking gum to it so you'd have a hard time later. Something about your smile made him feel...weird, and don't get me started with your laughter. He also disliked how much adults and classmates praised you when you did a good job. Why? Because he's supposed to be the best! So if it was him who did good and got praised, he'd look at you with the most smug smile a kid can make and start saying things like "See? That's how you do it! Maybe learn."

Sometimes, just sometimes, he'd be a little bit nicer, scaring away other bullies that would annoy you. Your tiny brain couldn't understand why, so you'd only thank him and scurry away.

Don't get me started with Deku. If you had a nice friendship with Izuku as a kid, Bakugo used that as an excuse to be even more mean to you. "Friend of a loser is also a loser". Besides, he hates seeing you with the freckled boy, even after growing up. The blond can't pin point what bothers him so much about it, but he truly wants to vanish Deku with his own hands whenever you chitchat with him. He'd tease the greenette telling him he was your boyfriend of sorts, but he stopped once he realized Izuku actually liked you. It angered him to know that, getting rough with you.

Teen years of course allowed you to be more adventurous, and while you may have changed a lot, Bakugo was still the same prick to you and Izuku. How Bakugo behaves depends on your personality: if you allow him to bend you until you break, he'll do, just like how he did with Izuku. If you don't get bothered anymore by his antics, he'll retaliate. The only way you had to reduce his antics was to fight back. Mitsuki, Bakugo's mom, always asked why you stopped visiting; you never had the guts to tell her.

Highschool was an odd period for you an Izuku, but not weirder than your time in UA. Bakugo would hang out with his "friends" and annoy you in every given chance. Low grades? He had better ones. High grades? You were such a nerd. Trying to make new friends? He'd scare them away from you because he hated the idea of someone else being with you. Bakugo was the dragon of your tower, scorching any possibility of running away.

If you had the balls to stand up for yourself and Izuku, he'd get pissy. "How dare you talk back to me?" But he wouldn't do more than yelling. It's weakness that makes him worse, being passive triggers a violent response from him because "Why are you not paying attention?" He'd hide your stuff, throw out your books, write things on your desk. He wanted a reaction. Bakugo needs to know he is getting through you, he needs to know he is on top of you and owns you.

The beginning of your stay at UA was a bit scary, specially because Bakugo's behavior got amplified by the opportunity of being "the best". He was already angry that Izuku managed to get in (it surprised you too, honestly, but were happy for him), so you getting in too was a plus. Izuku and you were still very close because of your shared experience with the blond, both of you wary of the reality. Bakugo despised the way you'd protect and take care of Deku, to the point where he warned you that if you continued, you'd make it worse for Izuku. Low-key coerces you to bully Izuku because otherwise he'd do something bad to him, and you knew what he was capable of.

There's a high chance that Bakugo bullies you because he can't bear how you make him feel, but that's another story. Overall, Bakugo is the kind of bully that isolates you from others and hates when you're doing good. The kind of bully that enjoys making you scares because it's the only form he has to get to you, living rent free in your head like a nightmare. He low-key accepted that it didn't matter if he was a monster, he'd be your monster. A vice grip you wouldn't get rid of.

You stand in front of Izuku's desk, hot salty tears rolling down your cheeks as Bakugo holds out a permanent marker for you to take. "What are you waiting for? Do it!" The blond yells, growing impatient as you shake your head. "I'm gonna beat him to a pulp if you don't do it, is that what you want?" He laughs, hearing you sob.

Bakugo wanted you to write mean things for Deku to see, so that Izuku could see how much control he had over you.

"Please, don't make me do it!" You cry, hugging yourself in fear. Katsuki grunts, yanking the cap of the marker and approaching you. The black tip of the tool reaches your face, his hand scribbling something.

'Crybaby'

"Don't wash it, or else..."

Tags: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @imaginationmess @shionancientsblog @trickster-kat

[carnivalls]

18 & 28 from the ‘weirdly specific’ asks for juve (bc i want to study and observe her) and oreste (bc you haven’t posted about him much but i still desire to Know Facts)

implying juve wouldn't be studying and observing you right back... interesting.

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

this question is... complicated, for juve. not least because she's so certain she understands feelings like love, while also being completely serrated from her own, while also thinking that her complete understanding of feelings like love is why she's actually so serrated from her own. there are layers happening here and juve is my favorite low empathy onion.

but also, for what it's worth. since she was about fifteen, juve has been wearing her girlfriend (term used questionably here, since they were girlfriends in all but name, but specifics do tend to matter to juve) safini's form and presenting as her to the wider world, attempting to overwrite and 'fix' the existing story in which she killed herself. she's stepped into safi's life and, in her own mind, kept it going past its ending point, trying to help her now in a way safini 'wouldn't let her' while alive. like sure, safi messed up by ruining her story like that so soon, but juve will make it all right now!

and juve can offhandedly tell herself that she's doing this as a favor to safini, or as a fuck you to safini's 'narrow minded' view of her situation, or whatever other dismissive excuse she likes, but the fact also remains that she has spent about three years now preferring to cosplay as her dead girlfriend rather than grieve her. and i don't know if that's love, but i do think that juve's feelings for safi went a little deeper than even (or especially) she cared to admit, and scorn and substitution are... much easier ways of dealing with All That, for her.

oreste is also complicated, but for different reasons– he spent so much of his adolescence trying to gaslight himself into feeling unconditional love for another (survival tactic) (adopted into being his physically volatile quarantined cousin's emotionally incestuous throw pillow) that right now he's actually trying to be weaned off of offering it. instead, he's being made to work on cultivating his sense of individuality, or just Anything Other Than A Fawn Response regarding his interpersonal relations (with juve's very kind, if unasked for, help).

so, if asked this question, oreste would automatically say well, he loves kai– but he'd already be checking to see that kai was in earshot to hear him saying it, and the smile would not entirely reach his eyes. because it's either that or 'get thrown across the room with the force of a star exploding because kai doesn't know how to regulate his emotions (which are reflected into his magic) and his mother has decided keeping him happy and giving him anything he wants (which includes oreste) is more important than teaching him how to handle disappointment in a non destructive manner.' and after a certain point in repeating your lines, and having your head cracked against a wall when you're not convincing enough, well. it's easier to condition yourself into believing that you mean it as well. or the situation becomes just a little too unbearable to live with.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they really want?

juve tells people what she largely considers the truth– she wants to help them. she wants to make them the best versions of themselves, and she wants to be the one supervising each step of the process. she wants to give them suitable character arcs, and be able to step into their shoes by the time they cross the finish line.

and honestly, it's not too far off from what she really wants, if a little more altruistic and less neurodivergent than reality. fundamentally, juve wants to be in control, and she wants people to make sense. it's hard for her to connect with people as equals because they're not her, and they dont behave as she would, and juve knows this but on some subconscious level she also can't understand it. because people are messy and unpredictable and strange and juve isn't. juve makes sense.

so juve would rather take the people in her life and boil them down to a few choice traits, motivations, flaws– she'd rather force them into summarizable boxes, and flatten them into palatability. and, as a skinshifter who primarily uses her magic to interact with the world around her, juve thus figures she can understand people best by becoming them, and again making them make sense by putting them back on track with satisfying and logical arcs (fun fact: it is this exact mentality that blows up in her face regarding hess, when she miscalculates the best way of getting her to open up) (she also miscalculates how okay people are with being treated as psychological dolls) (play stupid games win stupid prizes).

essentially juve is a neurodivergent author stuck as a character in a story. and unfortunately for her there's no fourth wall break that gets her out of this one, but rather just respect for the narrative confines. smth smth the narrative here is not a narrative but life itself (while also on a meta level being a narrative) (just play with me in this 2:50 am space)

oreste meanwhile hits on a similar but opposite vein to this notion: if asked what he wants, he'll pause, stare like he expects a trap door to open under his feet at any moment, and awkwardly say he wants whatever the other person wants. oreste is someone who has been so beaten into submission that he now struggles to exist outside of caring for others' desires, leaving his own shoved down somewhere far away from where he can reach.

so, what are his own? again, tricky, since oreste is so detached from them– but honestly? i think he just wants a nice life. a very basic, nice life, away from his current gothic nightmare. a wife, maybe. kids, someday. to stop feeling kai's eyes on the back of his neck even after seven years have passed away from him. maybe the attention of kai's aloof but very pretty and funny (dyke) twin sister. just stuff like that.

[blankwashed]

Sleepless Shadows (Part 7)

Chapter: I II III IV V VI VII

Once again, thick silence filled the air. Satoru didn’t know what to do because let’s be honest, what was there for him to do? Coax you? Well, he already apologized but will that heal you? A simple ‘sorry’ won’t mend things for you, especially after being treated like some kind of used, soap. Additionally, did you think the motel would care if they heard screams? Of course they wouldn’t. The place is run-down and practically a living habitat for rodents and cockroaches.

Thoughts raced through your mind, “at least I don’t have classes tomorrow” was the last thing you wanted to think about. You were heaving and clutching on your violated area, trying to stop the pain but you knew that it was impossible. What's worse than that was that it was emotional heart break, nothing physical.

The ability of talking to your lecturer at this moment was the last thing you desired, yet here you were, alone with him.

“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know what came over me I know this isn’t an excuse for you to forgive me but—“ Satoru himself was crying as well while he apologized again but he was interrupted by your louder wails.

“YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!” You managed to yell out, making him come closer to you. You felt degraded but in all reality, you were the one who brought this on yourself wasn’t it? The entire story from going to the university that late at night, bumping into him and agreeing to have supper with him.

“Be a good girl, study and stay in school, don’t mix around bad company.” You could still remember your parent’s advice before they waved goodbye to you, dropping you off at Jujutsu High. What have I done?

Satoru felt remorseful and regretted everything that he had done that night. Getting sexually aroused by his own student, be it you were of age, still to be something looked down upon. He yelled with a low voice, upset at himself. When he committed to being an educator, vowing to safeguard his students from the world's dangers, he never foresee that he would also become a source of harm.

This made Satoru feel puzzled; the entire time, he believed you were crying due to him physically harming you.

"Y—You're not mad at me for what I did to you?" he asked softly, choosing his words carefully. You shook your head, averting your gaze. He approached you and gently wrapped his arm around your body again, pulling you close, "Then why are you crying, my angel?" "B—Because you only used me for my body..." As you uttered these words, Satoru immediately enveloped you in a hug, his arms comforting your shoulders, while he tenderly caressed your hair and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. This unexpected gesture caused your heart to wrench in pain. Why was he behaving this way, toying with your emotions? He tenderly stroked your head and planted a kiss on the left side, whispering, "Dear, it's not only your body, what a silly thing for you to assume,"

Confusion washed over you, given the previous mistreatment your body had to go through; it seemed improbable that he truly cared about your well-being.

"Hmm, my apologies, dear. I've been imagining this for a long time, and I couldn't control myself," he admitted while gently blowing air on the area where you were hurt, causing you to wince in pain.

You fell into silence for a moment, processing the words. "Did you mean that, Sato?" you cautiously asked, holding your breath as uncertainty lingered regarding your lecturer's intentions.

"A hundred percent," he assured, offering a genuine smile before tenderly kissing your lips once more. It wasn't a gesture of a sexual nature, but rather filled with affection. As his lips met yours, a warmth of genuine emotion passed between you, eliciting a smile within the kiss as you felt the sincerity in his actions. "Once again, I apologize, my dear. I got carried away earlier. I'll take full responsibility for that," he expressed remorsefully, wrapping his arm around you for comfort. "And I think it's best to take you to the hospital, just to be safe. We need to ensure everything is alright. Tomorrow, when we get out of this ditch," His reassurance was accompanied by a gesture of support, as he offered to cover the hospital expenses, easing any concerns you might have had. "You don't have to worry, darling. I'll take care of everything," he added with a gentle smile, emphasizing his commitment to your well-being. At that moment, despite the lingering pain, a sense of emotional relief washed over you. It almost felt surreal, as if you were living in a dream. The throbbing ache was still present, but your mind seemed to shield you from its intensity as you reflected on the situation. Turning your gaze towards Satoru, you noticed the genuine concern plastered on his face, yet he attempted to offer you a reassuring smile amidst his worries. It was a comforting sight, knowing that despite the unexpected turn of events, he was by your side and genuinely cared for your well-being.

;_; im crying for y/n. she's gone through alot..

[l-lend]

Warning(s): fluff, swearing (if I miss any please let me know)

A/N: alright @kelpiesummer and @ghostlythunderbird let's get some plot moving yeah? Great. I owe the two above a lot especially some of the dialogue, themes, and ideas in general. Let's get into it.

Sunlight crept along the floor of a bedroom as the largest of the brothers snored away in his bed. The sheets crumpled around his form before a phone buzzed. The springs of the mattress groaned softly as he rolled over. His hand blindly groping for the device as it buzzed again. Cracking open an eye, he was greeted with a couple of notifications. Lips tugging into a grin as he read the messages.

Morning

and no I didn't sleep at the garage last night.

He chuckled as his finger tapped the screen for a reply.

Glad you slept in your bed. Pretty sure it was better than that cot.

After he waited a moment, he rolled out of bed to start his day. A pair of pajama pants to keep himself decent, and the off-duty officer headed downstairs towards the alluring aroma of breakfast.

The compound was not too noisy at this hour. Crosshair never graces the common areas until the afternoon unless necessary. Tech keeps to himself either in his room or out in the barn with his car. He might make an appearance for coffee, but that was few and far between if he was getting ready for a race. Two of his siblings were already in the kitchen by the time he trudged in. The younger of the pair offering a wave while her mouth was occupied with a slice of toast.

“Morning Wrecker,”

He nodded his head in Echo's direction before taking a seat next to his sister. Another buzz rattled in his pocket before he fished it out, earning him a sideways glance.

“When do we get to meet your girlfriend?”

A surge of heat washed over his cheeks before he cleared his throat.

“I..I don't know 'Mega. Nessie's a bit shy.”

Echo looked up from his eggs sizzling away on the stove.

“Nessie? Like the monster?”

“The chances of a plesiosaur surviving in Loch Ness with no proof of its existence are staggeringly low.”

Tech approached his siblings before diverting to the coffee maker.

Wrecker sighed, “Yeah, it's a nickname her friends gave her, but she's real nice just...shy.”

Echo furrowed his brow, “Why not see if she wants to join us for dinner?”

Wrecker mulled it over.

“Hunter and I will get Crosshair to behave.”

The larger man tapped away on his phone. The phone laying silent on the counter once he was done. A plate gently clattering on the counter brought Wrecker to view the pair of eggs and small mountain of bacon offered. He began picking at the meal while casting glances at the screen in hopes of willing her reply to appear. Tech excused himself once his thermos was refilled only to return minutes later.

“Wrecker, I regret to inform you that your car won't start.”

Wrecker frowned, “Was running fine yesterday.”

A small object clattered against the countertop, “Perhaps a call to a mechanic is in order.”

After a quick call to Nessie to explain the problem, Wrecker got up from his meal. He had his mission laid out in his mind, and no one was going to mess this up. Not even him. Echo watched with an amused smirk as Wrecker propped up one of the couches as if it weighed nothing. The commotion of furniture being moved and the roar of the vacuum drew another brother out of hiding. The tattoo on his face wrinkling as he took in the sight.

“What's gotten into him?”

“Girl he's been talking to is coming over.”

Hunter nodded in understanding, “Should we...tell him she isn't going to white glove inspect the place?”

Echo mulled in over, “Maybe after he does the bathrooms.”

The purr of Nessie's motorcycle signaled her arrival to the compound. Her bag weighed down with a few tools that she may need sat along her back as she adjusted the straps to sit better. Wrecker had already stepped outside at the first sounds of her bike pulling up. His smile growing as she doffed her helmet, color already spreading adorably along her cheeks.

“Glad you could make it.”

Her lips curled at the corners, her eyes drifting away from his face.

“It's no problem. Wouldn't be right to leave you stranded.”

“Well, let me show you where it is. I parked it by the barn.”

Despite the multiple times spent together in a short time, butterflies fluttered in her belly as she accepted his offered hand. The silent gesture of fingers entwined being the only tether to keep Nessie grounded in the here and now. Her lips pursed as she took in the view of the stationary Tahoe.

“So it just wouldn't start?”

“Yeah,”

“No burning smell, grinding sound?”

He shook his head.

Nessie chewed on her bottom lip in thought as she slipped off her backpack, passing it along to Wrecker. She felt along the crevice until she popped the release to lift the hood. Everything appeared in order, however her shorter stature proved to be a bit of an issue.

She glanced back to him, “Do you think you could lift me up?”

“Sure, just let me...”

Her heart began hammering in her chest as his hands gently held her hips. Despite her increased heart rate, she felt completely at ease as he held her over the vehicle. Her eyes scanned over the parts leaning forward in his hold.

“I...think I know why it's not turning over.”

She leaned further forward into the compartment, fingertips grazing an empty socket.

“How did you lose you-” The hand that was keeping her steady slipped from the compartment. Her eyes pinching shut as the chassis got closer. After the feelings of being jostled, Nessie peeked open to see Wrecker glancing down at her while she was held against his chest. Neither one of them daring to move for a moment.

He then brought his face closer to hers. The seconds stretched with bated breath. However, as his nerves got the better of him Wrecker began to retreat, the tiny mechanic closed the distance pressing her lips to his. He remained still for all of a moment before he responded. Their lips molded together seamlessly. They parted for air after a minute or two; Wrecker grinning down at her while Nessie's cheeks burned.

“You alright?”

Nessie could only nod, yet a smile cracked across her face. Wrecker eventually set her back on the ground but let his hand stray. His fingers swiping against her cheek with surprising gentleness. The heat from her cheeks plainly felt by his fingers.

“Spark plug.” She finally said, earning a look from him.

“You're missing one. Car won't start without it.”

He nodded before the quiet was broken by his little sister calling his name.

“Well, uh...wanna stay for dinner?”

The teen retreated indoors swiftly returning to the kitchen.

“Okay, I called for him.”

Echo merely shook his head, “I could've done that, but thanks.”

Another brother soon entered the kitchen taking in the lineup for dinner.

“Special occasion?” He grumbled around his toothpick.

“Wrecker brought a girl home to meet us.” Echo replied, jerking his head towards the window.

Crosshair scoffed, “What's wrong with her?”

Echo leveled a glare at the racer.

“Does it matter? She makes Wrecker happy.”

Crosshair's soft huff was the only reply before he took a seat as he rolled his toothpick between his teeth.

In no time at all, dishes loaded down with tonight's meal as each of the siblings plus their guest took places around the dining table.

“So uh...Wrecker says you're a mechanic for work?” Echo probed.

Nessie nodded at the question, but when she lifted her eyes one of the photos hung in the adjoining living room her heart stopped.

“Yes...um, second....generation.”

Hunter's gaze narrowed before following your line of sight. He hummed at the picture in question.

“Do you like bikes?”

The mechanic stayed stock still. Breathing becoming much more of an effort with each person's eyes on her. The lights from the kitchen seemed brighter all of a sudden. She swallowed feeling the grit from a dry throat start to form. Something warm slipped under her hand and curled around it offering a gentle squeeze. She turned to find Wrecker's gaze. A smile reassuring her to press on.

“I..I work on motorcycles for a living. It's...kind of my job.”

Hunter lifted a brow and nodded, “That happens to be Crosshair's bike.”

“Do you wanna see it?” Wrecker cut in.

Before the mechanic could reply, Wrecker had engaged in a staring contest with one of his brothers. The one he challenged sighed flicking his toothpick onto his plate.

“Fine. But don't touch.”

As soon as dinner was done, Wrecker gently guided her towards the attached garage. Her hand still resting in his since he offered his silent support. It just felt right to experience his comforting warmth. Although when the lights in the garage fell on the blacked out motorcycle, Nessie's heart was in her throat.

“I think Cross mentioned it was-”

“an R1M. It's.....pretty tricked out.”

“Well, yeah. He races a lot.”

Nessie's gaze caught each detail from the bike. Each of its specifications ringing a bell from a tune up order she had earlier from her garage's own rider.

“Wrecker,”

“Yeah?”

“Who does Crosshair race for?”

At hearing the answer, the mechanic felt the undeniable chill of her soul leaving her body.

Oh fuck, Bird's gonna shit when she finds out.

[joe-moi]

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/741857551046590465/sooooo-why-the-hell-are-ppl-going-around-saying?source=share

I just saw this in the tags and it is just super frustrating. The vomit emoji story and him getting sick on a fan are clearly made up. People can just say whatever they want on the internet. I said this on the other post and I'll say it again here.

As an introverted person, I'm constantly having to stick up for myself against people who call me rude, just because I'm not outgoing. I'm a super nice person, it just takes me a long time to open up to people. Seeing fans called Joe rude just because he doesn't have the same energy he had in the beginning makes me feel so bad for him, cuz I know how it feels. And since he wasn't ACTUALLY rude to people, now they're making up stories to make their so-called negative experience seem more sensational.

And here's where my opinion might turn really controversial. Con culture sucks. It's a money making machine, it's chaotic, and it's expensive as hell. I say this is someone who used to go to many cons. I'll never go to another one, the fans behave badly (not all, but enough of them do to ruin the experience for everyone), and the stars clearly get fatigue after a while, which is understandable because they're human beings. People are saying "I spent my hard-earned money and Joe seemed bored so I hate him forever." Well if you're going to spend hundreds of dollars on a 10 second interaction and you're mad he didn't do a cartwheel, I feel like part of the responsibility is on you and your expectations.

Sorry I'm just really fed up with this whole narrative.

I totally get it! And I do think people who have negative experiences are allowed to voice their negative experiences, but I think it’s also very good to go into a con with very low expectations. That way if you have a great interaction, you’re surprised and happy, and if you have a maybe not stellar interaction, you’re not surprised about it.

I also am not going to make any excuses for him being standoffish towards people, because to be honest, you do pay a lot of money for that and I think you should be able to at least have a couple sentence interaction with him, and if he’s tired of the cons, then he likely should not be there. But unfortunately, he was the one that signed a contract and he has to fulfill that obligation. Again, it’s another one of those you made your bed now you have to lay in it situations.

but I do think people need to be a little bit bit more understanding that there’s a lot of people that come to these things, and he needs to have time to see all of them if they spent their hard earned money to see him, so you’re not going to have a 20 minute meet and greet, you’re going to have a 20 second interaction. That’s not for you, if you would rather meet somebody and spend time to actually meet them, there are other people at the con that will give you more attention. But don’t expect it from Joe. Because you’re not gonna get it.

If you can’t tell, I’m very 50-50 on the con situation. I go into it, knowing what to expect, and that is not a long interaction and if I’m shy and nervous, he’s going to mimic that. And if I go into it, happy smiley and talkative. He’s going to mimic that. Also, I really have an issue with people who ask for hugs or something special and he doesn’t give it to him and they get upset… He doesn’t owe anybody anything

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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[juanarc-thethird]

Jaune at The Carnival part 3

Ozpin: Has come to my attention, Ms. Valkyria, that you started a business at the carnival, is that correct?

Nora: You are right, Prof. Ozpin. Now I am a business woman.

Ozpin: A business woman, you say. So, it's safe to say that you have the necessary permits to have your "Business" at the carnival, correct?

Nora: Well…

Ozpin: Also, because you are part of Beacon Academy, you had my approval for this business, correct?

Nora: *Worry* About that…

Ozpin: And you are also giving the correct percentage of your earnings for being part of the event, correct?

Nora: *Sweeating* The thing is…

Ozpin:   I think we both know the answer to those questions. I'm sorry Ms. Valkyria, but we will have to close your business.

Nora: *Panicking* Wait, you can't do that! Isn't there something I can do?

Ozpin: *Smiles* I’m glad you ask.

Later that day at the carnival main stage.

Glynda: *Speaking into a microphone* We have an announcement about the next Vytal tournament. For the winner of the Singles fights, they would have the option to win a year's supply of Dust as mentioned at the beginning of the event, or *Looks upset and sighs* or free kisses from the JNPR team kissing booth for one week. If you are not registered, you still have time to do so.

The Crowd: “LETS GOOOOOO!” “FUCK YEAH!” “FINALLY SOMETHING GOOD!” “WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SIGNING BOOTH?!”

Glynda: *Leaves the stage* I don't understand why you did this.

Ozpin: Look on the bright side, you no longer have to worry about the coffee budget. (I can finally get the coffee maker 5000 with the accessories) 

Meanwhile at the signing booth.

Pyrrha: *Angrily holding one end of the pen* Excuse me, but I was here first.

Arslan: *Angrily holding the other end of that same pen* You may be confused because all the blows to the head, I got here first.

Winter: Girls, we can all join the tournament. It doesn't matter who goes first. In the end, I'll be the one who wins the kisses.

Pyrrha: *Looks at Winter* Wasn't this tournament just for students from the 4 kingdoms?

Arslan: *Also looks at Winter* Yeah, you cannot compete in this tournament.

Penny: Technically, Winter is a student at the Atlas academy while still training to become a full specialist and work on her own. This may be confusing, but on paper she is a student.

Winter: Thank you Penny.

Penny: Beside I will be the winner.

Winter: Excuse me!!

The girls keep fighting while everyone else just watches and waits for their turn.

Weiss: *Looking from afar* I can believe Winter could fall so low for a boy! But I'm more surprised that you girls don't behave like that. Right team?…. Team? *Looks back to see her team racing to get a place in the tournament*

Ruby: I'm sorry Weiss, but we really want those kisses!

Yang: Also, we don't want to lose a place to participate in the tournament!

Blake: You are going to lose your chance!

Weiss: *Starts running too* Wait! Save me a spot!

Part 2 by @darkvaga -------------------------

With team JN(P)R

Neptune: AWW COME ON!

Ren: Something wrong?

Neptune: Hell yeah there is! How come jaune gets all the action! I also have a kissing booth, but i dont get a shout out! *shrinks into himself and grumbles* its not fair....you know how it feels.right ren?

Ren: Actually no. I have Nora so i really don't need anyone else

Neptune: *Grumbling* lucky but I started the kissing booth first!

Ren: *Mutters* depends on the perspective we have Jaune....so there's that

Neptune: But what does he have that i don't?!

Jaune: Yeah what do i have that he doesn't?!

Ren & Neptune:.......

Jaune: What? This is me we're talking about. Dont act like I sudden have charm

Ren:....Actually.....I can't really say.....a warming feeling maybe?

Neptune: I say it's witchcraft.

Ren: It's not witchcraft, right Jaune?

Jaune: No no...Neptune might be on to something

Nora: *Jumping into the conversation* Hey whatcha talking about?

Ren: Trying to figure what makes Jaune so kissable

Nora: *Smirking at Neptune* Cause somebody let his golden ticket get away or is it jealousy

Neptune: Hey I'm not jealous of jaune! Just...curious is all

Nora: Why don't you kiss him and out😀

Neptune & Jaune: *spit take* WHAT!?

Nora: You should kiss jaune, and you should get you answer

Both Neptune & jaune are both stutter messes so ren had to answer for them

Ren: Nora, I don't think that will

Nora: *Casually pushing Neptune & Jaune together in a small kiss* Will what now?

The 2 boys separate, both visibly stunned

Nora: well?

Neptune:.....yeah....*backing up*....it's not that special.....*backing up*.....it was pretty nice i suppose, but I'm not really into guys so....yeah......excuse i gotta do something *he sprints off into the crowd of sworming women*

Ren & Jaune (the lader still shocked that he kissed Neptune):.........

Nora:😁

Ren & Jaune:.........

Nora:😁😁

Ren:...he's going to sign up is...

Random girl: HEY WHAT THE...

Neptune: BACK OFF BITCHES THAT PRIZE IS MINE!

Weiss: NEPTUNE WHAT THE HELL!

Neptune: I SHALL GET ANOTHER KISS FROM THE ARC ANGEL, SNOW QUEEN!

Ren:.....wow......ok...i didn't expect that

Jaune: *still shocked* ren, am i cursed or something?

Nora:....no...just really kissable

Ren: pretty much

Jaune:.....I'm just gonna go...to...the...room now....

After Jaune leaves

Ren: Should we tell Pyrrha that Jaune will kiss her if she just asks him to tuck her in at night?

Nora: Nah*watching Pyrrha suplex someone* she's more motivated this way

[harrystylesslutt]

can you write mean dom reader with sub harry please? love your writing <33

I live for sub harry😩🤚🏼

Warnings: smut, mean dom reader, sub harry, rimjob, choking, slapping, degrading kink, mommy kink, spanking. (the reader is mean in the beginning but soft in the end)

You and harry had been invited to dinner with friends. Harry had been in a subby mood lately, but you didn't really think it would matter so you just accepted to invitation.

So that's why he's been whiny and touchy all night. His hand rested on your thigh as he leaned in to whisper in your ear the dirty things he wanted you to do to him earlier.

You tried to ignore him as much as you could, but when you saw him palming himself thru his pants while looking at you, you couldn't take it anymore.

You leaned in and whispered in his ear "follow me in 5 minutes" and then you excused yourself to the bathroom.

In less than 5 minutes you saw harry walking in the ladies room, smirking. He obviously thought he won. He walked over to you, you wasted no time, quickly grabbing him by the hem of his shirt pulling him closer to you to smack your lips together.

While your lips moved messily together, you brought your hand down and unzipped his pants, making him groan into your mouth.

Once you undid his pants you noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear, you pushed him against the wall, wrapping a hand around his throat, making his eyes widen, obviously not expecting that.

"You're a fucking attention whore you know that?" You said while wrapping your other hand around his hard cock, slowly stroking it, the action pulling a moan out of him.

"Couldn't stand not having me all to yourself huh?" When you get no answer, seeing he was lost in the pleasure your hand was giving him, you stop your movements and bring your hand to his face and slap him.

You feel his cock twitch against you, "You like getting slapped hm? Like the proper slut you are." You pause to chuckle slightly "When I talk to you, you fucking answer me, understand?"

You slap him again, and tighten your hand around his throat, "fuck yes m-mommy I'm your fuck toy, your slut, please do something" he whimpers.

"C'mon be a good whore for mommy and bend over the counter" you order him, releasing his throat from your hand, watching him obey you quickly, he pulls his pants down pushing his ass back to nothing, "pathetic" you mumble before moving over to join him.

You spread his ass cheeks enough to see his hole, "please mommy" he whines. "What do you want, c'mon tell me" You started tracing his hole with your finger, hearing him groan.

"answer me" you pull his hair, only making him moan and push his ass back "Stop being a fucking brat" You bring your hand down to spank him "harder" you hear him whisper.

"So now you wanna give orders too? fucking brat, you know what maybe I should fuck someone in front of you, maybe you can learn from them how to be a good boy, and who knows, maybe they can replace you"

"N-no mommy, please, I promise I'll be your good boy, you're only mine, no one else gets to feel you, please I'll behave" you smirk at his desperate words "Pretty selfish of you, if you ask me"

You spank him one more time before kneeling and blowing on his hole, making him shiver. "Be a good whore for me and you'll get to keep me yeah?"

He nods quickly whispering a low "I promise" before letting out a loud moan when you start licking over his hole, while tugging his cock.

You pull your hand away not wanting him to cum too soon, teasing him with the tip of your tongue, before pushing it all the way in, making his fist slam on the counter, his eyes screw shut, and his mouth hung open.

"fuck mommy!" You start thrusting your tongue in and out, trying to keep a fast paste. Suddenly interrupted with a knock on the door. Your eyes widen, and you tap harry's thigh, signaling him to answer.

"o-occupied!" he says, trying to sound as normal as possible, since you were still fucking him with your tongue.

"Is everything okay in there?" the person asks, you roll your eyes, and bring your hand down to fondle his balls, making it harder for him to keep his moans in.

"Yeah! I'm o-" He gets cut off with a moan, feeling you circle the tip of your finger around his slit, collecting the precum, spreading it all over his cock, before stroking it fast.

He tries to cover it up with a cough "Um y-yeah I'm fine". The person mumbles something else, which you don't bother to hear, since you're too busy focusing on making harry cum.

You then hear foot steps, which means the person left. Thank god. "Fuck! Mommy I'm so close, gonna cum all over your hand!"

You pull your tongue out, and stop moving your hand when he says that. "I was so close! please, I was being good mommy".

"shh, calm down sweet boy, want you to turn around, can you do that?" you whisper softly.

He slowly turns around, his knees almost giving out, when he does, you wrap your hand around his cock again, and put his tip in your mouth, sucking it, while stroking the rest of his dick.

"fucking- just like that, love your mouth mommy" he moans. You push him deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat and you start bobbing your head up and down fast.

"oh shit! fuck fuck fuck, so close" he whines and starts thrusting in your mouth with no warning, making you gag and your eyes water. But you don't mind.

His hand grips your hair, his thrusts becoming sloppier, his breathing becoming erratic, "Mommy! I'm cumming!" at this point neither of you care how loud he is, you're pretty sure the people who walked past the bathroom heard him, but it doesn't matter.

You feel his warm, thick cum shoot down your throat, some of it dripping out of your mouth, you moan at the taste of him, before pulling him out. You lick his tip clean, and collect the cum that was dripping on your chin with your fingers before sucking them clean.

You slowly get up, pulling his pants up and helping him zip them, while he's still trying to catch his breath.

"Kissy?" he mutters, while looking at you. You smile softly and lean in to press a kiss to his swollen lips. "Was I too harsh?" you ask worriedly.

"No you were perfect, I loved it, y'not actually gonna replace me are you?" You chuckle at his words, exchanging another kiss before saying "nope never, now c'mon let's get the walk of shame over with".

A/N: I can't even describe the things I felt while writing this😩 I wanted to keep the reader mean till the end but I just couldn't I'm sorry😭🤚🏼 anw I hope you liked it! Request for more! <3

[juanarcthethird]

(Idea is too good to stop at merely part 2, so here i am) Ozpin upon discovering kissing booth even and Nora's "Kiss Jaune booth" he made a decision. The winnter of vytal tournament will get special card to use Jaune kissing booth for free for a whole week. (Nora can't say no, he is her headmaster = boss). What kind of madness with come out from that?

Jaune at the carnival part 3

Ozpin: Has come to my attention, Ms. Valkyria, that you started a business at the carnival, is that correct?

Nora: You are right, Prof. Ozpin. Now I am a business woman.

Ozpin: A business woman, you say. So, it's safe to say that you have the necessary permits to have your "Business" at the carnival, correct?

Nora: Well…

Ozpin: Also, because you are part of Beacon Academy, you had my approval for this business, correct?

Nora: *Worry* About that…

Ozpin: And you are also giving the correct percentage of your earnings for being part of the event, correct?

Nora: *Sweeating* The thing is…

Ozpin:   I think we both know the answer to those questions. I'm sorry Ms. Valkyria, but we will have to close your business.

Nora: *Panicking* Wait, you can't do that! Isn't there something I can do?

Ozpin: *Smiles* I’m glad you ask.

Later that day at the carnival main stage.

Glynda: *Speaking into a microphone* We have an announcement about the next Vytal tournament. For the winner of the Singles fights, they would have the option to win a year's supply of Dust as mentioned at the beginning of the event, or *Looks upset and sighs* or free kisses from the JNPR team kissing booth for one week. If you are not registered, you still have time to do so.

The Crowd: “LETS GOOOOOO!” “FUCK YEAH!” “FINALLY SOMETHING GOOD!” “WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SIGNING BOOTH?!”

Glynda: *Leaves the stage* I don't understand why you did this.

Ozpin: Look on the bright side, you no longer have to worry about the coffee budget. (I can finally get the coffee maker 5000 with the accessories) 

Meanwhile at the signing booth.

Pyrrha: *Angrily holding one end of the pen* Excuse me, but I was here first.

Arslan: *Angrily holding the other end of that same pen* You may be confused because all the blows to the head, I got here first.

Winter: Girls, we can all join the tournament. It doesn't matter who goes first. In the end, I'll be the one who wins the kisses.

Pyrrha: *Looks at Winter* Wasn't this tournament just for students from the 4 kingdoms?

Arslan: *Also looks at Winter* Yeah, you cannot compete in this tournament.

Penny: Technically, Winter is a student at the Atlas academy while still training to become a full specialist and work on her own. This may be confusing, but on paper she is a student.

Winter: Thank you Penny.

Penny: Beside I will be the winner.

Winter: Excuse me!!

The girls keep fighting while everyone else just watches and waits for their turn.

Weiss: *Looking from afar* I can believe Winter could fall so low for a boy! But I'm more surprised that you girls don't behave like that. Right team?…. Team? *Looks back to see her team racing to get a place in the tournament*

Ruby: I'm sorry Weiss, but we really want those kisses!

Yang: Also, we don't want to lose a place to participate in the tournament!

Blake: You are going to lose your chance!

Weiss: *Starts running too* Wait! Save me a spot!

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I'm glad you liked the previous post and I hope you like this one too. I have more Ask on this and I think I'll make it a little series. So get ready to see more of this.