#but still rip to the boyfriends 🙏

[my-fall-from-grace]

hmmm checo having a two year extension is strange to me but i haven’t sorted all my thoughts out yet

[wild-moss-art]

Received this lovely gift from @moonlightleafs 💖 thank you so much buddy!! She is living out her brawling dreams

[hysteria-things]

can we have a fic where reader is innocent and mean dom!matt takes her card if ykyk🙏🙏🙏

BONUS!

NOT SO INNOCENT

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt figures out what game you’re playing; which your “innocence” is just an act.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FILTHY, swearing, dry humping, degradation, pussy slapping, fingering, finger sucking, p in v, spanking, choking, corruption kink, faux-sympathy, crying, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,069

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m sorry if the reader isn’t as innocent i’m too horny to write about innocence right now😪

MATT IS A MEANIE IN THIS! I’M WARNING YOU, THIS ONE IS A LITTLE MUCH! AS ALWAYS, BE AWARE THAT THIS IS FICTION! love you all :)

if innocent had a picture in the dictionary, it would be of you. Intimacy-wise, you’ve only held hands and kissed — not made out — kissed. you haven’t even been eaten out, let alone been fingered or fingered yourself. you’re a fucking virgin for crying out loud.

well… you have ridden your pillow before, thinking about your current boyfriend. especially when he’s sleeping next to you.

still being fully clothed, your clit rubs perfectly against the fabric while you rock your hips. you swallow every moan, instead choking out and breathing heavily. your pink bow lays haphazardly in your disheveled hair. looking at matt’s face, you lean forward to hit a different angle. you pout, shutting your eyes before the pillow disappears, and the ecstasy goes away. “stop acting like a slut and go the fuck to bed.” matt’s voice says, the pent-up orgasm fading away.

secretly, you’re a nymphomaniac. interesting. maybe you’re NOT SO INNOCENT after all.

most girls want their first time to be gentle and a night to remember, but you want it the opposite. you purposely want it rough. you want to cry out from how good it feels. you want to feel useless under matt’s weight.

wiping the sugar off of your hands, you finish your cookie, a smile of contentment on your face. you are leaning over the counter when you hear the front door of the home open. when the footsteps enter the kitchen, you bite your lip and wiggle your ass. you’re wearing a micro skirt, a lacy thong on full display.

“i’m so fucking sick of your shit,” he says suddenly, grasping your wrist and practically dragging you as you stumble up the stairs. you giggle to the bedroom. his hands push at your chest, causing you to fall back on the bed.

tearing your tights open, he rips off your panties. you wince, before squealing when he gives your pussy a slap. “you’re ready for me to fuck you dumb, huh?”

you nod frantically, earning another slap on your folds. “use your words.”

“y-yes.” you breathe out, eyes already watering. “yes, please.”

your heart beats fast in your chest, nervous but excited at the same time. you shiver once you feel fingertips graze your slit. collecting your slick, he inserts his pointer finger inside your hole. face scrunching up, you bite back a hiss.

torso lifting from the bed, he pins it back down with his hand on your stomach. another hand makes contact with the outside of your thigh. “relax. sit still for me, yeah?”

pumping slowly, you gasp softly into the air, before he adds his ring finger out of nowhere. “ah.” you moan painfully, the pressure feeling strange from his long digits moving in and out. his body shifts on top of you, lips hovering over yours.

right when matt kisses you longingly, he curls his fingers to get that spot nice and deep. because of how wet you are, it makes it easier for him to pump at a faster pace. you wiggle and squirm in his grasp, but there’s no point.

it’s embarrassing how quickly he pulls an orgasm out of you. you quiver underneath him nonetheless, a squelching noise heard once he takes his fingers out. he grips your jaw, taking you by surprise, and lifts his digits into your view.

they glisten in the moonlight, your release dripping down his knuckles. before being able to get out a breath, you choke instead when he shoves them into your mouth. you groan at the taste. “you like the way you taste?”

humming in a positive way, your eyes roll back when you suck the remaining liquid off. the flavor is sweet and salty at the same time. “slut’s getting turned on.” he says matter of factly, before gripping tight onto your waist to flip you over. he gives you a spank, groaning at the view.

soaking wet, arousal dripping down your inner thigh, he pulls down his pants. his eyes stay on the mess in front of him, pumping himself a few times before lining up to your entrance. his veiny hand takes your small ones and pins them behind your back. “come on.” you hear matt talk to himself, trying to push his tip inside of you. you arch your ass to him, crying out when there’s a stinging on your buttcheek. “greedy whore.” he mumbles.

“too big!” you whine, matt fucking only the tip in your needy cunt.

“too big.” he mocks with a scoff. “i’m not even close to halfway.”

pulling out, he laughs out loud. he’s fucking laughing at you. “i’ve been wanting to stretch out this pussy for months.”

biting the pillow your head is resting on, you scream when he suddenly bullies all of his cock into you. he moans, throwing his head back. this is better than he’s ever imagined. he wraps his hand around your neck.

that’s it. you’re officially under matt’s dominance.

sliding his dick in repeatedly, you moan uncontrollably in the pillow. “poor baby.” he coos in a faux tone. “not so goody-goody now, right?”

yeah, it’s painful, but it’s pleasurable at the time time. tears trickle down your face, your toes curling as his cock drills into you. your hands clench into fists, knuckles turning white. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you whimper softly.

“god, you’re so fucking tight. my tight little pussy to use whenever i please,” he grunts, your body rocking to the point where the bed starts to squeak.

“it hurts!” you sob, rolling your eyes back when he hits your g-spot. “hurts too good!”

the same hot feeling as before forms in your abdomen. you clench around him, wanting to cum so badly on his shaft. “going to breed you real nice; fill you up to the brim so a part of me can be with you forever.”

a ring of white smears around his base, and you nod quickly. “i knew a slut like you would like that shit. you look so pretty cumming for me.”

body spent, you’re shaking as your brain feels empty. you can’t think straight anymore, only about how your boyfriend’s load paints your gummy walls. you try to catch your breath when he pulls out, still in position with a mixture of cum dripping from your cunt onto the comforter. you can’t help but smile sinisterly.

just like that, your innocence is gone.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

so is today a bad day for singing 'mo ghile mear' or ????

[toomiieimagiines]

hihihi

uhm so am i allowed to request again (i don’t wanna spam) 😭😭🙏

and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (i’m totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)

so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and it’s a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself ‘why did i have to fall inlove with someone that won’t ever choose me’ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says ‘because your the one i really want’ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests 😼)

thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!

hi guys! i’m so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and i’ve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT

i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why i’ve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. i’ve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. i’ve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. i’m currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things i’ve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!

in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^

“I don’t think I could stand to be where you don’t see me.”

If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks he’ll go insane.

Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, his-

Never mind.

Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and it’s driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.

“I give up! All boys are dumb, I don’t need them!” You lament, resting your chin in your hands. It’s the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesn’t know. He’d be a classical lover, he’d never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.

Gross. That’s his best friend, why’d he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac he’s turning out to be.

He shakes his head.

“You do know I’m still a boy, right?” He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again he’d pull you out of this, and again he’d watch you fall in love.

He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you weren’t in love with being in love. You’re too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. You’re not anything like that.

“I know, I know, but you’re the only good one!” You point, words self-assured. “I don’t need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!”

Ouch. Thanks a lot, that’s exactly what he needed to hear right now. He’s not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, he’ll wait until he’s home. Then he can- he doesn’t know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.

“So I’m back-up-boyfriend?” He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.

“Eh, maybe,” you snicker, “you’d definitely be cute if you weren’t my friend.”

He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isn’t all he’s been doing.

“It’s getting late, after this problem I should get going.” He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Ugh, I wish you didn’t have to go!” You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.

“I’d have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?” He knows you’d never let him, and he sees it immediately.

Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. You’re so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldn’t worry about someone like him, it’s bad for your health.

“Would you like me to walk home with you?!” You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! He’s not a helpless young girl! He’s just as manly as those boys who you long for, he’s not a puppy to be walked!

God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. He’s absolutely not letting you walk him home, it’d be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.

“I’m fine, I don’t want you out late by yourself either,” he assures, looking at you in haste.

“Ah. You have a point.”

“I always do.” He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what he’s talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes

He needs to stop. He shouldn’t think about you like that. It’s lecherous.

You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.

He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.

“Be safe”’s and “See you later”’s are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. That’s how he feels about you, he decides. You’re the sun, and he’s the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. That’s what these feelings are. Weeds.

He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.

He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but he’s just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, he’s just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.

He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesn’t do anybody any good to be so flowery. He’s too girly- too weak. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him. If you’re willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean he’s on a completely new level, huh?

That’s what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.

He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that he’s hungry-

His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.

He’s about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!

He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.

He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.

Weirdo: RUII

Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u don’t have dance time right??

Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP

Me: I’m awake, sorry!

Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty

Weirdo: wanna get a snack? i’m simply starved…

Me: When?

Weirdo: an hr maybe…

Me: Okay :) I’ll tell you when I leave.

Weirdo: kay!!

He really doesn’t feel like being social today, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to see you. He’s an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. It’s mortifyingly pathetic.

He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. It’s getting colder outside recently, and he’s always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesn’t want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.

The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. He’s feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and he’s reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. It’s nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.

He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?

Turns out it will, you look really good today.

You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. You’re a good friend to him, he’s lucky to have you.

“Rui!” You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.

“Hey.” He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you don’t notice, it’s embarrassing.

“Hey!” You reply, pulling away. “Big things planned, Rui!”

“What big things?” He asks, amused. “Big things” for you were junk food and shopping.

“Big things! It’s a surprise!” You put your shoes on, and he can’t help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.

You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.

Nah, not possible. You’re too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.

He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.

“Warm me up, will ya?” You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. It’s weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. It’s normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.

“Should’ve worn a jacket,” he chides, “wouldn’t be cold, y’know?” His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.

“Gotta look good. I’m on the hunt, obviously,” you joke. It isn’t funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.

“You’re hopeless.”

You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.

“This it?” The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.

“Mhm!” You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasn’t even that cute. At least, that’s what Rui kept telling himself.

“Don’t worry about it, than. I got you guys,” he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. “If I can get your number.” Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.

“Thank you! You’re the sweetest!!” You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. “What a weirdo! Like I’d call him over what, 1000 yen?! I don’t even know him, yuck!”

So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.

“Which one do you want? I got your favorite!!” You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His “favorite” isn’t actually his favorite, but he’d never tell you that.

The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didn’t like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, you’ve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. He’ll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.

“Red, duh.” He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesn’t really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.

You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.

“Y’know, this isn’t bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.” God, don’t make him think of the ‘crack brownies’ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.

“Don’t complain. Remember the egg roll incident?” He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.

“Ugh, I haven’t thought about that in a while! I’m never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,” you gag.

Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like he’s known you forever. He can’t even remember a moment where he hasn’t loved you.

“Where’re we going now, commander?” He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.

“Where ever the wind blows us, kind sir!” You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone don’t go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Who’re you texting? Don’t tell me it’s that guy.” He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.

“‘M not a total idiot, I’ll have you know!” You huff, holding your phone to your chest. “It’s just somebody we went to school with a while back, ‘m seeing if I can pull the moves.”

“Do I know him?”

“Dunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didn’t have together?”

“Ah.”

You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you don’t walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.

“Rui, look! Look!” You shake him, pointing to the back of somebody’s head inconspicuously. “Wait don’t yet- Okay, now! He’s turning around! That’s the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?”

Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. He’s the one who would trip him during passing periods, he’s the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and it’s like all of his growth left his body. He’s just the same freak from middle school, he’s still thirteen.

He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows what’s about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.

Damnit, this is the first time he doesn’t think he can act like it’s okay.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, ehe…” You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. It’s painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.

“Must be.” He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didn’t go to highschool with you guys.

He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. He’s quickly stopped.

“Who’s this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhere…” He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. “Have we met before?”

“This is Kamishiro Rui, he’s my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?” You happily answer for him.

Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? He’s a little hurt, to be honest.

He feels bitter, it’s unbecoming- God, he doesn’t care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, it’s not like you belong to him. He’s such a freak, getting attached to you like this.

He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. It’s something he’s gotten good at recently.

He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what it’s like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.

But this doesn’t last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. He’s lucky to be your friend. You’re a great friend, you’re an amazing person, you’re the sun, the sun, the sun.

He’s the pavement, he has to remember.

“I’m- I’ll leave you to it, y’know? Fabric store.” He stutters, choking on his voice. You don’t even notice, waving him off.

You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded “Okay, Rui, bye,” and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after he’s walked away. He deserves it after the trouble he’s reliving.

When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didn’t need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he can’t help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.

‘Least he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. He’s so ridiculous.

Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, something’s missing.

Oh, your best friend.

But where had he gone? You’re sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.

“Oh, I better go get my friend now. I don’t like walking home when it’s late. Was nice seein’ you, let’s hang out soon, ‘kay?” You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, you’re so cute.

He rolls his eyes, and you’re hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, he’s not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-

“Leave ‘im. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethin’, total nutcase.” His voice sounds so casual, like it’s not the douchiest thing you’ve heard all day.

You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But you’re not about to stand here and insult Rui. He’s the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isn’t cruel. He’s so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. He’s so unusual, and that’s what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. He’s the one constant in your life.

You’ve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and it’s been a battle getting him to eat real food. You’re not blind, you see the way he’s been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought he’d been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, he’s just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, he’s not anything like those other boys you talk to. He’d never insult someone like that. He’s not just a guy, he’s like your person.

Yeah, he’s definitely your person.

Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something you’ve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.

Oh.

“I,” you begin, backing away. “Yeah, I’m sorry but I’ll really be going now-“

“What? C’mon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friend’s kinda weird.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll call you back,” you say dismissively.

You’re totally lying, you laugh, you’re not calling him back.

He didn’t seem to like that.

“Damn, can’t even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.” The change in tone amuses you.

Yeah, good riddance, pal.

You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.

He’s a funny one.

You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that it’s probably to ask him if it’s cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.

“Rui! Rui! Hey c’mon, let’s go home, yeah?” You smile, face feeling warm. It’s a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.

“Where is he, huh?” He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? You’re a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.

“Don’t worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.” You explain, poking his shoulder. “Hey,” you start, “let’s just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.” The idea makes you feel dizzy, but you’ll have to illustrate your feelings one day.

You can leave out the “I think I’m in love with you” part, you think.

The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, you’re so perfect. Even if he’s frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesn’t know why, he wanted to ask) - even if he’s ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks you’re the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.

“You’re like the sun-“ He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didn’t mean to say that, God, he’s so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that he’s always so jealous of-

Oh. It’s for him.

He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.

“What does that mean?”

He sputters, stepping away. “N-no it’s nothing- It was stupid anyway so-“

“No, tell me!” You urge, laughing a little harder. “What if it was something bad, ‘nd you were making fun of me? That’s not nice, Rui!”

“I- Hey-“ His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. “That’s not-“

“Then tell me.”

“It’s just,” he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like he’s hopelessly possessed by love for you? “I just- you’re so amazing,” he starts, “I thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, y’know? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-“ He rambles, covering his face in anguish.

Nobody’s ever put that much thought into you. Sure, you’ve received a few ‘You’re so gorgeous’’s, where you’ve had to wonder where they learnt such a “big word”, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. He’s just… so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that you’d begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.

“I think you’re the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!” You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.

“I.. I don’t-“

You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. “Hey, Rui, I,” you look at him assuringly, “I wanna say something, and you can’t laugh okay?”

He holds his breath, so do you.

Fuck it, just tell him.

“I think I’m in love with you, Rui.” You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.

“I don’t-“ He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. “I’m not- I’m not going to- You can’t just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldn’t be nice to- You don’t love me-“

“Rui,” you beg, grabbing his arm again, “holding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these aren’t-“ You breath, “I’ve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isn’t the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!” You monologue, saying whatever’s on your mind. You’re the rambling one now.

“I found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dude’s I’m always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-“

His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. “That was- you-“ He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like you’ll disappear. “You shouldn’t, you’re wrong.” He sobs, “I’m- the way I love you is- You don’t understand, the way I feel isn’t normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-“ He shakes, you rub his back. “You are so perfect compared to me, I’d never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyone’s supposed to at our age-“

“Rui, hey Rui please don’t cry.” You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. “I don’t- I don’t agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but I’m sure you won’t believe me. You’re not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui that’s what I love about you.”

“Stop- stop saying my name like that. It’s too hard to-“

“Rui, I love you. You don’t need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-“

“I love you, too,” his voice cracks, “that’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to ruin a friendship that’s all I have, if this is just- I’m scared I’d lose you in any way, and I can’t live in a world where you don’t see me. I won’t. It’s sounds horrible but-“ He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.

“C’mon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, we’ll always see each other. That way you don’t need to worry anymore, y’know? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.”

Just like when you two were little.

He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I see you.”

“I see you, too.”

You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. He’s your moon, your earth, you’re his sun, his stars.

He’s suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a “Rui!”

“I-“ he pants, wiping his mouth. “Hm?”

“we’re in the middle of a park!”

[luffyvace]

I need.....I NEED MORE SAIKI K X READER SHEWAS SCSKSB

I have been feed well by your small serie of saiki kusos x write reader 🤤

But may I request as saiki kusos w f!s/o who suddenly have makoto as a stalker?

(sorry if you don't understand this my first time requesting 😭😭)

AHHH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE SERIES!!

that’s actually a great idea!! I’m super pumped to do this request! :)

Don’t worry I know just what ya mean!

⚠️stalking warning,⚠️ before I start, if I may 😵‍💫

💛

Saiki will know right away when he starts stalking you-

And ngl this is the perfect chance to get rid of him 😈🙏

just kidding! But seriously, he let go of all the times makoto’s annoyed him in the past, but now that’s he’s an issue with you? His girlfriend? The one girl he can actually tolerate, scratch that, loves??

yeah no buddy this one’s not gonna slide

unfortunately he cant punch him bc 1) Saiki���s too strong and 2) that’d draw a lot of attention to himself since Makoto is a celebrity

but what he can do?? Well, Plan A) pinch his cheeks till they hurt and threaten him, Upgraded Plan A) disguise himself then pinch his cheeks, Plan B) keep scaring the crap out of him every time he tries to follow you, Plan C) calmly talk it out with him that you two are an item, Plan D) tell Teruhashi and use her love for Saiki to his advantage, getting her to tell her parents and stop her brother, Plan E) Publicly expose that freak or Plan F) tell you you have a stalker if you haven’t noticed, and if you have, go to the police

wow! what well thought out plans! :) most of them won’t work

heres why!

upgraded plan A is better than just plan A but it will ultimately still draw attention

plan c is unlikely to work seeing as though how creepy that guy is, plus he doesn’t like Saiki

As of plan d Teruhashi can hardly stop him from being a creep to HER (😭⁉️) and i don’t know how well the parents will care, especially if he’s making them money..😟

plan e….seems like it would be successful..buuut i feel he would just use his celebrity status to will the evidence away, like speaking out about how he would “never” do that and doing charity 🙄 plus the fan girls probably won’t believe some rando who uploads that on the internet over they’re fav 😒

ngl plan F is really reasonable and has one of the highest chance of working, but yet again, the celebrity card will strike and he could pay off the police so they don’t do crap abt it 🤦‍♀️😑

therefore! Plan B it is! Seems the most likely to work + Saiki can get his revenge in a practically harmless way! :3

Thanks to his powers (for once 😭) no one is likely to believe even the Makoto when he says a flying guy dropped a pile of dog crap on him 😏🤷‍♀️

and even if they did when he tries to explain the full story he’ll have to keep lying to keep the lie of him not stalking you alive 👎

but he still will tell you if your unaware tho!

he’s likely gonna be hesitant if he knows you’ll freak about abt it but you deserve to know. And ofc he can always keep you safe (thanks magic powers, for being useful for once!) but he also would want your parents to know so if Makoto tries something they can have a lead.

so yes ultimately he tells you, likely at his house, in his room, and he tries to break it to you as gently as possible but…there’s no easy way to take that kind of info 😬😟

if you get scared or cry he’ll tell you his plan to make him leave you alone, and he tells you to tell your parents too. Essentially trying to console you

if you choose to trust him and react a bit calmer, maybe still worried, he’d ask if you still wanna go out in public knowing this, and if yes he’ll accompany whenever and wherever he can, especially since Makoto won’t wanna come up to you while he’s there, thinking Saiki’s your boyfriend

he is

Also If Makoto does anything perverted as far as taking sus pictures of you or imagining weird things with those photos he’ll rip them up and make the paper and random things fly around in his room, every time

He probably breaks his phones/cameras too, even if he buys knew ones, as punishment

onto the final battle!

let’s say your walking home from school and Makoto is following you, your boyfriend is close behind you both, monitoring the situation for a good chance to strike. First, you cross the railroad to get home, but Makoto has to fall back so you don’t see him, but when it’s his turn to go? Oh no! The trains coming! Where’d that even come from? there was no train?! CRAP!- huh? Wait..the trains gone..thank goodness?! 😭

oh wait! He needs to catch up to you! Well at least he knows where you live and what route you take through research! He needs to catch up! HOLY CRAP! What’s a mob doing here?! Did a fan see him?? How’d they find him..no way, don’t tell me they’re gonna find out what he’s doing..NO DONT COME ANY CLOSer…? They’re running past him? Well I guess he is in disguise..wait, they were running to this arch nemesis and top competition?! 😠 seriously?! That guy over him??

he proceeds to head over there to show the ladies who they should really be drooling over 😏 WAIT- HE CANT REVEAL HIMSELF RIGHT NOW?!- what?…where’d his wig go? THE WIND BLEW IT OFF?! HOLY- HE’S ABOUT TO GET FOUND OUT🫨 RUN 😭 🏃

aw man he’s outta breath, what are the odds the wind would blow his wig off near a mob of fans?! Now he’s gotta be extra careful following you! And it’s already late! Actually..it’s pretty darn dark….dang it! You’re probably in your house by now! Oh well…maybe you still have your window open and he can get some pictures that way! 👍

uh..is he starting to hear a second pair of footsteps..? But..no one’s around..why’s it getting louder..?! UH, it’s getting more aggressive now 😥….okay that’s it! he’s running..!

dang it! It’s chasing him! No way he can lead this creep to your house! (Ironic huh) he’s gotta take a wrong turn!

man! What time is it?! Midnight?! Has he really been running that long??? Why’s this freak still chasing him? And who is it?!?

alright! He’ll take a turn into that alley and lose ‘em! Then he’ll make a ‘U’ back to your house! Although there’s no way to be sure if your still up or not :/

hey! The footsteps are gone! Maybe think he lost him! Alright! He’ll take another turn and go back to your place!

🏃🏃

right as he turns the corner?

Saiki:👹

Jump scare!

he immediately calls his manager while running away, thinking he’s either a mass muderer, a demon or a stalker! 😱

and the best part is? Nobody will believe him 😊

ngl Saiki probably won’t let this slide even a couple days after he finds out Makoto’s stalking you, he’s quick to act and stop him bc no.

Super Saiki to your rescue! 🦸🤩😎

Ngl you’re beautiful so I see what Makoto sees in you but…..dude. Don’t stalk your crush.

🌸💐🌺

hope you enjoyed your hcs! -Brook

[dumbslvtforethan]

Okay I have a request hit me if it’s sounds stupid but I need it for my mental health 😭can you write something about after the ghostface reveal and fight Ethan and female reader are dating and a while after Tara stabbed Ethan In his mouth reader is stabbed in her waist as well and finds him under the stage and crawls to him making sure that Tara and Sam won’t notice that he’s still alive cause she’s scared they will kill him so both Ethan and reader stay under the stage hidden it’s fluff Ethan holds onto reader feeling sorry and reader comforts him even though Ethan was the killer the entire time reader still lives him and both managing to escape and Ethan won’t die he’s all fine and still lives please I need it for my mental health I can’t let my pookie be dead I love him more than anything omg.

I’m so bad at describing oh my gosh but I hope you know what I mean you can also change a little if you want to! I love your writings so much and I’d appreciate it 😭🙏🩷

۝ getaway car ethan landry

-- summary: you and ethan escape.

warnings: mentions of blood 1,115 words

𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

YOU SOBED SILENTLY and from afar as you watched ethan, your boyfriend get stabbed in the mouth by your roomate tara, Ethan bore the label of a killer, a true psychopath, yet despite the tumultuous journey and all the horrors, you found it impossible to harbor hatred towards him. He remained your boyfriend, the one with whom you shared your first intimate moments, holding onto memories of the sweet, pure, and innocent Ethan buried within him, hidden beneath layers of darkness. As Quinn approached you, wielding the blade, you bolted in terror, only to feel a searing pain rip through your waist as the blade found its mark. Agony surged through you, tears springing to your eyes as you grappled with the intense pain. "you cant save him y/n, you cant stop it" quinn whispered in your ear, twisting the blade only making you cry more. "just like you cant stop this bitch" you said, shooting quinn in the head, a loud thud was heard when she fell back. despite the pain you were able to run secretly into ethan's arms, hiding you both behind the stage. "stay with me please" you begged sobbing thinking that was the end of him "y/n?" ethan said slowly opening his eyes with a smile "your bleeding" he noticed, getting up. "hey, its okay" you said "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry," he uttered amidst sobs. When Ethan transformed into a killer, the notion of hurting you, let alone killing you, had never crossed his mind. Yet, he bore the weight of responsibility, feeling as though he had created this wound upon you, even though he hadnt. He tore a strip from the hem of his Ghostface costume, swiftly wrapping it around your waist, taking his costime off and tossing it behind  "I'm so sorry," he cried, tears streaming down his face as they landed upon you. "Ethan, it's okay, it's not your fault," you reassured him, instinctively trying to soothe his pain."But it is, Y/N. You should've never become a part of this. Who did this to you?" His gaze filled with rage, demanding answers."E, I'm fine, really," you insisted, focusing on comforting him."No, Y/N, who did this?" His voice grew firm, his eyes ablaze with anger."Quinn," you revealed quietly. "I'm gonna kill that bitch," he seethed with rage."I already did," you confessed, a slight grin tugging at your lips. A loud thud echoed through the room, prompting both of you to snap your heads in its direction. "Stay here. They can't know you're alive," you whispered urgently, planting a kiss on Ethan's lips before slipping away to investigate the noise.

Approaching the source, you found Sam and Wayne sprawled unconscious on the floor, seemingly having fallen from the balcony above. It was your chance to escape. "They're passed out. Come here," you whispered to Ethan, beckoning him closer. Silently, you led him to the main entrance of the theater. "There's an easier exit this way. Follow me," Ethan whispered, grasping your hand and guiding you to the projector room."This door," he murmured, opening it to reveal a dark alley on Hudson Street, a familiar route you often took to reach campus.

it was around 2 am at that point, there wasnt a single soul around. "So where are we going now?" Ethan asked, uncertainty evident in his voice. An idea sparked in your mind. "We could go to my mom's apartment. She's in the hospital recovering, so she won't be there. Plus, it's on the Upper West Side, so they won't find us there. We just need a cab."As if on cue, a taxi approached. Ethan stretched his arm out to hail the driver, and the cab pulled up beside you. You both climbed in."465 West 96th Street," you instructed the driver, and with a nod, the driver started the ride.

You and Ethan couldn't contain your laughter throughout the entire ride, exchanging jokes and enjoying each other's company. "Thank you," you said to the driver as you handed him the fare. He grinned in response. "You both have fun, just not too much fun," he quipped with a wink directed at Ethan. Entering the elevator, you and Ethan shared a knowing look before bursting into another fit of giggles. As the elevator ascended, anticipation built. Finally, you arrived at your mom's apartment and stepped inside, ready to enjoy some much-needed peace and quiet together. You both changed into pajamas and settled into bed. "Tomorrow we can buy a plane ticket and get out of here. They won't even notice," you said, snuggling into his chest, envisioning the possibilities. "Can I ask you a question?" Ethan spoke up. "Why didn't you just leave me there and get out? Why did you stop to take care of me? I mean, you could've been safe at your dorm by now," he wondered aloud. "Because, Ethan, I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. I could never leave you there," you confessed, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "Now let's get some sleep, and tomorrow we can get out of here, okay?" With that, you leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips, sealing your commitment to each other and to the journey ahead.

you both fell asleep in this position. "Hey, babe," he greeted you with a raspy voice as you kissed him on the lips in return. "You want some breakfast?" he offered, to which you nodded in agreement. He swiftly got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. As Ethan prepared breakfast, you reached for your phone on the bedside table, only to find numerous headlines featuring your face as one of the victims of the recent attack. Anxiety prickled at your skin, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the present moment. "Here you go," Ethan said, handing you a blueberry waffle smothered in maple syrup, your favorite. You both enjoyed your breakfast, savoring the familiarity and comfort it brought. After finishing your meal, you hurriedly packed your bags. Thanks to the numerous "sleepovers" you and Ethan had shared, he had quite a collection of clothes at your house, making for a rather comprehensive suitcase. With your bags packed, you hailed a cab to the airport. Once there, you quickly scanned the departure board, seeking the next available flight to a destination where you could find safety and start anew. After a brief discussion, you both decided on Vancouver, Canada, drawn the place ethan was born and raised. You booked tickets for the next flight to Vancouver, ready to embark on your escape and embrace a fresh start together. maybe running away with your psycho boyfriend and faking your death is really the answer ;)

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A/N: this is not stupid AT ALL! pookie is alive...somewhere. i couldnt pass out on the oportunity to do taylor swift for the title

[voidandabyssal]

What would happen with the bad sans, if their s/o or mc was eating something, and offered a skellie a taste, and it’s SPICY. The boys don’t expect it though because they’re eating with a straight face, completely unfazed.

Axe (ht sans):

Engulfs the chip whole and doesnt even notice the taste

Well either he doesn’t notice or is just too busy trying to ply more food from his s/o

He’s just happy to be there!

And he’s not going to turn down free food

If you don’t stop him, Axe may end up eating all of your snacks

Honestly he is not picky at all, he probably orders even spicer snacks after. Like the freak that he is

Dust (dusttale sans):

He doesn’t want to react, he is completely calm and still like a mountain stream

His brother is very loudly looking down on the two of you and dust papyrus cant help but comment on how sweaty dust is looking

Thank god no one can hear him but dust. Who’s definitely not going to be playing translator this time

To everyone else he has the exact same neutral look. Even you’re a little shocked at how unfazed he seems to be

Dust doesn’t ever trust your taste in snacks again

Never again will he be caught blindsided

Killer (killertale sans):

You don’t even offer it to him, bro just straight up snatches it before you can put it into your mouth

He regrets doing that though when his mouth suddenly feels like it’s on fire

Killer is so dramatic, he’s rolling around on the floor, gagging and begging for milk.

He’s a good actor at least, luckily you know him well enough to know he’s mostly just acting up for the joke and fun of it all

But of course you’re somehow the only person that can help him

You have a choice,

Help your boyfriend, or watch in joy as he dies from hot chip😔

Nightmare (dreamtale sans):

He only takes the chip because you offer it, not wanting to be rude

Nightmare doesn’t often eat food but when he does he prefers blander foods

Rip nightmares taste buds 🙏😔 he was built for bland porridge and not much else

Once that first kick of spiciness kicks in he very subtlety takes a huge gulp of water and coughs a little

Have mercy on him and be kind😩 if you value his dignity don’t comment on how uncomfortable he looks

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Hellooo!~ I have a spicy 🌶️ gojo satoru x f!reader oneshot request 🙏

Story starts with Satoru feeling weirdly hot after he got hit with something after fight with a curse spirit so he went straight home to reader. Only to feel his inside burns and him to have the urge to just destroy reader's hoo haa when he saw reader who just got out from the shower ( water still dripping down her body for extra smexy moment for satoru 👌 ) and he did 😇 I imagine him stripping himself harshly and breathing heavily while give reader a very needy mwah mwah and also whimpering

A needy gojo satoru is what I need for valentines lord author

I am on my knees begging

Dear Reader, did you just come into my ask box and ask me to write about Gojo going into a sudden heat? Like, ABO dynamics style?

Reader I love you.

Now Presenting...

Starring a very desperate Satoru Gojo

“Fuck.” Gojo thought as he exited the cursed building. “That was fucking weird.” He knew he was in for a doozy when he was specifically called in to take care of this curse, even more so when they refused to tell him exactly what he was dealing with. He wasn’t worried though, not until he walked into the fight just to be immediately hit in the face with some sort of powder(?) that the curse was excreting. He didn’t notice it during the fight, but now that he was on the other side…

He realized he needed to get home. “Gojo!” Kiyotaka, the driver, yelled to him, “did you get it taken care of?”

“Yep!” Gojo smiled, trying to keep his head on straight and limit suspicion. “Hey, that fight took a lot out of me. I’m going to head home, ‘kay? Let Yaga know for me.” Kiyotaka nodded as Gojo spoke, getting a good look at him.

“You do look red…are you ok?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. Gojo didn’t have time for it.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He assured Kiyotaka, already setting the teleportation path. He could feel sparks going off in his veins, threatening to start a fire. 

“Do you want a ride-?”

“No.” Satoru said, and before he even fully realized it, he was standing on the steps in front of your shared home. Things were, for lack of a better word, heating up. His blood felt like sulfur and the only thought he could focus on was of you. He felt like he was going to be torn apart from the inside out if he didn’t have you at that very moment. 

“Hey, Y/n, I’m home.” He called for you as he rushed into your shared home. He was desperate to feel you. 

“Satoru?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and still drying your hair. Gojo thought he was going to explode. “You’re home early.” You noted.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous..” Gojo muttered, feeling himself start to burn apart at his seams. 

“‘Toru?” You asked, worry for him evident in your voice as you approached him, “Are you ok? You look feverish..” you said, reaching out to feel for a fever. He grabbed you instead, pulling you close to him and pulling you into a desperate kiss. You yelped softly into the kiss, shocked by his desperation, before you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer than what seemed possible. You were right by the way, he was feverish.

“Fuck Y/n..” He whimpered, pulling away only to rip his shirt off. It was getting too hot anyway. “I need you.” He whined, pulling you close yet again and burning his face in your neck, marking any skin he could. You moaned softly, tugging lightly at his fluffy hair. You may not have been under the exact same spell as your loving boyfriend, but he always had an effect on you no one else ever had.

“I need you too.” you muttered softly. That was all he needed. He picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. He attached his mouth to your neck, marking again over bruises he already left. He carried you to the room. You dropped your towels as he placed you on the bed, moving to kiss down your body. You moaned out his name, tangling your fingers into his hair as he kissed your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, your hips, and finally the place that you had needed him the most. And the place that He wanted to be the most.

Gojo wasted no time with teasing. The burning in his head and skin wouldn’t let him. He immediately went to your clit, sending fire throughout your own veins. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” You moaned, pulling at his fluffy hair as he held your bucking hips in place. You needed more, he indeed more. He slid two of his fingers into your weeping cunt, delicately preparing you for him. You had just begun to see stars when he pulled back.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He groaned as he struggled to rip his pants off. You could see his cock straining against his pants and it made both embarrassment and excitement bubble up inside of you. “I need you now.” Gojo whined, wasting no time in pulling you to him and pushing inside your dripping pussy. While you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you apart, he whimpered at the relief. 

He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, making you feel like you were coming apart at the seams as he fucked you ruthlessly. A string of praise fell from his lips as he destroyed your pussy, molding it to his cock like he owned it. As far as he was concerned he did. You didn’t hear any of it though, you were too lost in the euphoria he was drowning  you in.

Gojo knew he was close to coming undone, and he’d be damned if he was cumming without you. His hand slid down to give your clit some much needed attention, and all at once it makes a world of difference. 

“Fuck, Satoru!” You moaned out, your nails leaving crescent moon cuts in his shoulders. A tsunami of fire and dopamine stirred inside you, crashing and thrashing, pulling you under until finally you snapped. Your body felt like it was ablaze as electricity and pleasure coursed through you in harsh waves. 

Gojo wasn’t far behind, your climax bringing on his own. Relief finally washed over him and he finally didn’t feel like he was burning alive anymore as he fucked you both through your respective highs, breathing had and all but collapsing next to you as you both finally came down. He pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “I love you..” He sighed.

“I love you too” You assured him, smiling up at him as best as you could. “So how was work?”

[hysteria-things]

i need a part 4 of sinful desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

SINFUL DESIRES (part four)

read part one here

read part two here

read part three here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s prom season with your new boyfriend nate. let’s just say, it’s definitely a night to remember.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, pinch of fluff, tied hands, marking, teasing, oral (female receiving), a little praising, making out, fingering, p in v, possessiveness, overstimulation

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,547

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m so happy you guys are loving the new theme🥹

i stumbled upon this photo and nate got me spiraling like how is the (my) man low key ripped🤣

“y/n! nate’s here!” your mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.

you’ve been trying to keep the relationship on the down low with him, but it doesn’t help that he’s attached to your hip every time you guys are in school. it didn’t take long for people to notice.

usually, he’d text you if he’s coming over, but this is the first time he’s here unannounced.

you walk down the stairs and see your mom talking to him, but when they see you your mom smiles. “i’ll leave you two be.”

she exits, and that’s when you notice a white box in his hands. “i know you don’t like attention.” he starts. “like whenever your family and mine would go out for your birthday you’d throw a hissy fit when i told the waiter to sing to you.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah. what’s this about?”

“so.” he sighs. “since we’re official and because i’m not that much of an asshole to ask you in front of the whole school, i got you cupcakes.”

he opens the box, revealing five nicely decorated cupcakes with extra treats around it. it’s your favorite flavor, and the writing is in your favorite color.

you grin widely.

PROM?

the sound of the zipper is heard while your mother beams behind you. “you look so beautiful.” she says and you turn around.

not to sound biased, but your dress is beautiful. it’s red and sparkly with a slit on the side of your leg. it’s off the shoulder and flows neatly down to your ankles. the top of it is separated by a mesh with red stems and leaves stitched on it.

you hear footsteps come up the stairs, and your dad enters the room. “nate’s downstairs waiting for you.” he says, smiling at the way you look.

you get deja vu when walking down the stairs. it feels like the day when he asked you to prom a few weeks ago.

nate moistens his lips, holding your hands in his to put the corsage on your wrist. he’s wearing a simple black tux with a red tie and handkerchief, along with red dress shoes.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he mumbles so only you can hear. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

prom went on smoothly… except for the football player who tried to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend’s face.

you didn’t feed into it or anything, but you’re a people pleaser. so, you talked back politely to the guy trying to let him down easy. he didn’t get the memo.

your dress is bunched up on the floor along with nate’s shirt and pants. he still has his boxers on for now.

he tightens the tie he wore on your hands that are tied to the headboard of his bed. he didn’t give you shit for talking to the guy, but you know this is your punishment.

he leaves wet kisses down your neck until he finds your sweet spot. biting down, you moan softly at the sensation.

a purple bruise forms, and then he moves down to your exposed breasts. he leaves multiple marks there, squeezing hard at them causing you to gasp.

he kisses down your stomach, chest heaving in the process. you’re getting wetter by the second the closer he gets to your core.

his bottom lip grazes down your body as he spreads your legs wide. he grins smuggly at the way you’re dripping. instead of going where you want him most, he bites down on the inside of your thighs to yet again leave hickeys there.

you whine when you feel his breath on your sensitive folds. “tell me what you want.” he demands, staring at the way your pussy reacts to his voice.

you squirm under the restraints but whine again in response.

“words, pretty.”

“i need you so bad, nate.” you whimper. “please. please, i’ll be—” you stop talking when his tongue flattens on your slit, licking a strand up painfully slow.

his lifts your legs on his shoulders and licks painfully slow again. you wiggle, pulling your wrists away but they don’t move an inch. he tied it good.

he moves away and hovers over your face. this teasing is making your eyes water from the way your clit is swollen from being so turned on without doing anything about it.

he smirks. “i love how needy you are. i bet i can make you cum with just my words.”

uh oh.

you turn your head away, but he takes his finger under your chin and forces you to look at him. he nibbles your earlobe before whispering. “you’re such a pretty mess for me. going to have you walking around with hickeys so people know you’re mine. maybe you can show your new friend who you were talking to before.”

you squeeze your legs together for friction, but nate notices right away and forces them back open. “need me to fuck you real good, don’t you? have you begging for me, right? remember that night i came into your room and fucked you so hard you were limping at school the next day? or when i had you bent over that desk over there?” he points, and you follow his finger and whine.

“wearing my jersey with my name on it, taking my cock as if you were made for it. tied up nice just begging to be used. i’m gonna fuck you like i own you, baby.”

you exhale, pathetically fluttering the start of your release out of you. he rubs his fingers on your clit and you moan loud before he pushes two in, pumping them as slow as a snail. “tell me you’re mine, y/n.”

you let out a quiet sob, feeling helpless under his dominance. “i-i’m yours, nate.”

he kisses your lips passionately, continuing to move his fingers in and out… in and out. you moan into the kiss, the rest of your orgasm making a mess on his sheets.

he takes them out and licks his lips when you open your mouth and suck on his digits. “that’s my good girl.”

when taking his fingers out, he goes back to your core. you rut once his tongue makes contact like it did before, but this time he does something.

your moans come out in bits and pieces while he eats you out like a starved man, hitting just the right spot. “shush. you do know my family is sleeping, right?”

“please, nate.” you scratch at the fabric. “i need to touch you.”

“no,” he says blankly, somehow digging deeper than before.

this time, his tongue moves in weird directions, until you figure out that he’s spelling out something.

MINE.

you pinch your lips together tightly so you don’t moan too loudly from the pleasure, but it’s no use. “i’ll stop.” he threatens, pulling away. “be quiet. don’t make me tell you again.”

he pulls you in closer, your legs shaking and squeezing around his head when you feel your orgasm approach for the second time. you bite your lip hard, smearing your white on his mouth.

he sighs. “i knew you’d taste good.”

finally, he pulls down his boxers to reveal the raging boner that he’s been holding in way too long.

his hands roam your body, squeezing at your arms, then your tits, then your hips, and then your thighs.

each time he squeezed, he’d say ‘mine.’

aligning himself to your hole, you’re filled with adrenaline because this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night. his lips make contact with yours — because he knows you’ll be loud — and starts pushing into you.

he thrusts deep, but not too fast, making sure to feel how your walls wrap perfectly around him. (even though he’s felt them multiple times before)

both of your lips are red when he pulls away so you guys can breathe, soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

his forehead leans on yours. “what’s my name, pretty?”

“n—” you start but get cut off when his tip gets closer to your g-spot the more he thrusts into you.

“nathan.” you whimper, tugging like the tie will magically pop off the headboard. “oh my god, nate.”

his hand covers your mouth. your moans and squeals are muffled when he starts moving faster. he’s close himself, and all he wants to do is fill what’s his. “fuck, i’m going to cum inside you. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod frantically, pleading into his hand. he grunts and tries to not have the bed bang against the wall before spilling into you, still thrusting to make sure he coats your pussy well.

your body twitches, feeling numb but so good at the same time as you cum around his dick.

nate wipes your tears, peppering kisses on your face while he unties your hands. they hurt little, but he soothes the pain by rubbing them. he pulls you close, the sound of his heartbeat calming your breathing. “remember when i hated you?” he asks, and you laugh.

“yeah; and i hated you.”

“want to know something?” he stares at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “i think i’m falling in love with you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[hearts4golbach]

i love love love the use of ma/mama in ur johnnie fic! could u write one where you use his chain to pull him in or if he needs to move somewhere and he’s obsessed with it? smth like that idk i love ur writing hope ur doing well !!

Zombified.

pairing:

Zombie Apocalypse!Johnnie Guilbert x Zombie Apocalypse!Reader.

a/n:

falling in reverse reference. only real ones know where else I've used this title 🙏

I don't know if this was good 💔 I miss you guys, gonna try and write more but I'm doing so much in school as well as working on my mental health BUT I love you guys and you'll be seeing me more often hopefully.

not proofread

warnings:

Mention of death, a little angst, steamy make out session but no smut.

word count:

0.8k

Your feet ached as you ran from the large hoard of zombies trailing behind both you and Johnnie. You knew it was a shitty idea to go out for a late night supply run, but Johnnie insisted it'd be fine. Needless to say, you were more pissed at him than the actual situation. Glass crunched under your feet as you ducked into the nearest building, Johnnie following suite. You slammed the door shut and propped up the heaviest thing you could find against it. Johnnie assisted by placing a few more things in front of the door and checking the windows.

You heaved as you placed your hands on your thighs, dropping your head. Your thoughts were scrambled, your mind filled with nothing but fear and anger. You looked up at Johnnie, your stupid boyfriend, who was leaning against the wall in an attempt to catch his breath. You walked towards him, standing in front of him with crossed arms and furrowed brows.

Your mind wandered momentarily, wondering how he still managed to keep the emo look even during times like these. He wore his basic black skinny jeans (with his white, now dirty, scarf wrapping around his calf) and a ripped up shirt that was covered by his jean jacket. It made you swoon a bit, but you kept your composure.

"I told you this was a terrible idea." You scolded, your voice laced with anger. "We're probably going to be stuck in this shitty building all night!"

He looked down at his feet, clearly regretting his decisions. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I just -"

You cut him off, wrapping your fingers in his dangling chain and pulling him closer to your face. "You need to think before you take me with you on shit like this. You know it's worse at night, and I don't know why I agreed."

He pressed his lips against yours softly, causing you to tighten your grip on the chain. "I'm sorry, okay?" He muttered against your lips.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, "You're such an idiot."

His hands slid to your waist, gripping it tightly. Your sore body melted into his as your lips moved together perfectly. He flipped the position around, pressing you into the wall.

You used your grip on the chain to pull him even closer. "I fucking love when you do that."

You let out a breathy laugh, "Yeah? I fucking love when you make good decisions."

He looked at you with low eyes. "Well, I think my decision turned out pretty well."

You shook your head before meeting his lips again. He moved his warm hands up your shirt, the tips of his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

You blocked out the banging on the door and the moans and groans outside, knowing you were safe inside. You felt even more safe knowing Johnnie was there with you. Although, your surroundings did make your heart beat a little faster.

His smirk on your skin made you roll your eyes. "Just cause you're an amazing kisser doesn't mean I'm not mad at you."

Johnnie shrugged. "That's fine. I still love you." a goofy smile formed on his face. He pecked the corner of your lip as he awaited your response.

"I love you." You tugged his chain once more. His hands slid down to your hips as his tongue swiped your lower lip.

You let out a soft sigh into his mouth. His touch made your mind fuzzy and you nearly forgot what kind of situation you actually were in.

As he kissed you, his hands explored your soft skin. The zombies eventually got bored, the banging and moaning growing quieter by the minute.

Johnnies lips glided with yours. Nothing but passion was behind his movements. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths in sync.

His hand caressed your cheek as he moved the sweaty hair that clung to your face away. "Did you know you're still so gorgeous even with all this dirt and shit?"

"Oh, shut up." You smiled before rolling your eyes once more. "Let's head back.

[lovejosephquinn]

Be good for me and I'll untie you

Pls 🙏

“Stop fucking wriggling.” There was a slight growl followed by a slap of Joe’s hands clutching at your wrists, a small ounce of a smirk greeting him to which a look that could kill you mercilessly.

Joe dragged your hands up to the headboard, clasping the handcuffs tight, your cheeky look was soon wiped off of your face when the metal almost cut off your blood circulation. Your whole body came to a stand still, in full understanding that your boyfriend had his dominant head on and that he wasn’t messing around.

“I told you not to tease me when we were out and now look at you, facing the consequences of your actions you little brat.”

You winced when Joe rose over you, putting his weight down on you leaning forward to meet your chest where you thought you might of got something good out of it, instead you were met by the sweet yet sharp sting of both of your nipples being squeezed against his index finger and thumb. Twisting them ever so slightly whilst leaving a subtle stroke to make your core ache for him. He knew how worked he made you just from the way your thighs squeezed to rid of the twinge in your cunt.

“Here’s the deal.” Joe hoisted himself above you, his chain dangling and ticking your nose before bringing himself back, leaning either hand beside your neck. He manoeuvred himself just enough so that he could leave little nibbles against your sweet spot just below your ear. The little moan that escaped you pleased him. “You take your punishment, you take it like a good fucking girl. You be good for me, I untie you and then I’ll make you cum. Got it?”

You nodded quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash from not being able to stop your muscles from inclining.

“I need an answer or we won’t get anywhere.” Leaning back up, Joe’s hand instantly made a bee line for your throat, pushing down on your inevitable lack of being able to breathe for a second.

“I said.” He ripped his hand away, declining back to your face to push a chaise kiss to your lips. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You caught your breath just as your answer escaped your lips. Joe immediately spat onto his hand, your lungs giving way once again when you felt the palm of Joe’s hand slap firmly against your slit, vigorously rubbing without warning. The relentless screech that shaped your mouth in an o shape told him that he had you right where he wanted you.

“That’s right, moan for me, already doing so well.”

[riddle-me-ri]

I know you said that you already have something for Spot but I would be forever grateful for some sub spot content 🙏

A/N: okay, okay, okay umm…a wee nervous about this one lads, but it was a good little challenge for me lol. Sorry if the ending is an extreme cliffhanger I was kinda running out of steam rip

Trigger Warning: sub/dom dynamics (mostly sub Spot cause..yeah), handjobs, restrained hands, fondling/rimming of his spots? Holes?, and Jonathan is a good boy

Word Count: 595

Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot x Reader - Good Boy

You always had a thing for villains. 

They always intrigued you…often times you couldn’t help but find yourself mostly sympathetic to some of them. 

Obviously, you still had an even greater weakness to genius scientists whom had the backgrounds to possibly become an evil mastermind one day. 

However, you never expected it to actually come to fruition one day. 

Well, you couldn’t pass it up when it did. Especially when it is your adorable scientific mastermind boyfriend who found himself on a warpath against Spider-Man for turning him into, well, this long white figure filled with black spotted portals. 

Also how, despite this darker path your boyfriend was treading. Jonathan was still absolutely weak for you. 

Jonathan could easily just open one of his portals and escape from underneath your form. 

But why would he?

You were currently straddling him on top of your bed. His long legs caused his feet to dangle off the foot of the bed. 

His pale arms were bound by his wrists to your headboard. 

The edges of the large oval that is his new face quivered at your tantalizing gestures. 

You were gently running your hands down his body. The tip of your fingers occasionally linger along the edge of one of his many spots along his body. 

You would swirl your finger along the edge slowly but steadily with enough pressure to cause him to squirm beneath you. 

As you kissed and slightly nibbled on what spare of white flesh you could find, you began grinding on his crotch area. 

You felt Jonathan tug at his wrist restraints followed by a breathless whimper.

“Nuh, uh, uh…” You chastised. You placed an index finger above where his mouth would be. ‘Not a sound…or any movement Johnny boy.”

The last noise you heard was an audible gulp before he nodded frantically. 

“Good boy,” you praised. You continued your kisses and your thrusts got quicker and harder against his crotch. 

You were positive that if he had a normal face, he would be biting his bottom lip right now. Trying his hardest to obey, to be good for you…even when he has the potential to vacuum an entire dimension. 

Pretty soon you felt something thicker against your sex. You looked down to see a white mass slightly protrude from a black spot. 

“S-Sorry. C-Couldn’t help-” 

“Shh. It’s fine, baby. This is what I was hoping for.” You whispered reassuringly. 

You reached your hand down and began stroking his cock. The spot on his face squirmed along the edges as his breathing became shaky. 

After a few more strokes, his cock was fully erect even with some pre-cum leaking from his tip. 

Your thumb rolled around the top of the head, which caused Jonathan to hitch his breath. 

“So…perfect…so obedient…and all mine.” 

You began stroking him some more from the base of his dick to the very tip of his head.

All of a sudden you stopped your movements, which caused a small whine from Jonathan. He gasped as you pinched the tip slightly. 

“No sound.” You reminded him sternly. 

Jonathan nodded spastically. 

“Good.” 

You slowly leaned towards him again, your exposed sex teasingly hovering above his own. When your face was close enough to his, you kissed the skin just below the large spot on his face. 

You move your head away to rest it against the side of his. You turned your head towards him, your lips near where his ear would have been. 

“Now, be a very good boy for me and maybe, just maybe I’ll reward you, hm?”

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔

[its-no-biggie]

wheel!!!!

WHEEL!!

hmmmm. well i do like 3-way ships, but right off the bat im not super compelled by this trio...... i mean. i am on board for giving lina two pathetic boyfriends. she deserves it.

lina and tucker is kind of fun - tucker spends a lot of time feeling scared/resentful of her which is fun to explore going forward. especially since she has a lot harder time cooling her head than wash does (who has a similar arc with tucker thats actually somewhat shown onscreen), so it could be a lot more difficult getting over that resentment and getting on the same wavelength.

york...... well. york in canon is kind of. nothing. hes a nothing character. the idea that lina lost him because she was too obsessed with the rankings and pfl and proving herself, and it all turned out to be for nothing is. a story beat the show tries to present? which is definitely compelling but even then its like. they dont have. chemistry. although now that im thinking about it, he is presented as very laid back, while lina and tucker both have issues with insecurity and feeling the need to prove themselves. that could be an interesting dynamic!

......im gonna be so honest. i wrote like 8 paragraphs of plot based on that premise but i ended up making york so unlikeable that it felt wrong having all 3 of them get together by the end 😭 so im gonna post that separately and end it with lina dumping her loser bf for tucker. but first i have to actually put these three in a situation where they end up together LMAO

i can definitely see like a. modern au established tucker/carolina and then uh oh! my girlfriends ex, who she still hangs out with, still has feelings for her! and turns out hes actually kinda hot...... and then all 3 of them start sleeping together and things spiral from there. could potentially get very messy with like. carolina not really being that interested in york but tucker wants to give it a shot but york is really only in it for lina...... like a fucked up unrequited love triangle. i also like the idea of like york and tucker meeting for the first time in a bar and eyeing each other up like. sizing him up preparing for a conflict, but damn, why he kinda...... also york being so whipped that even years after the girl who barely looked at him the whole time they were dating finally broke things off, he STILL wants her. hilarious.

the most plausible situation though is probably established yorklina gains tucker as a third (probably for a threeway tbh). this is in character but personally i think its MORE in character if tucker approaches lina about a threeway with her and her bf and gets rejected. rip tucker you never had a chance 🙏

[kimiro-art]

PLEASE MAKE A NSFW BIKER AIS OR PIRATE AIS HC 🙏🙏🙏

Coming right up!

BIKER AIS (N)SFW HEADCANON

It's not really nsfw but more like the little foreplay bevor I make the nsfw part

You and Ais have been together for a while now. It's actually kind of funny to remember how you met eachother.

You worked part-time in a small bar for little money. Just enough to stay afloat while looking for a real job. you had to deal with all kinds of people at work. Nice people who wanted to spend a relaxing time with friends. People who came to the bar almost every day to forget about their hard day at work, and sometimes there were rude customers who not only drank like a bottomles hole but also behaved unpleasantly the more they drank.

that one evening. Of course you were lucky to have such a customer. Yay. Not unusual for you, but still a pain in the ass.

a guy who has been sitting there for two hours that won't stop flirting with you. tries to get your number or, at a certain point, even suggests having some fun on the toilets, getting a little closer to you with each passing moment. too close.

Ugh.

But just as you were about to push him away. he was ripped away from you and thrown back into his chair.

“I think you’re making them uncomfortable”

a dark male voice said. you look to where the voice came from and your eyes met a man in a motorcycle helmet. He was big... really big. His leather pants and jacket made small squeaking noises as he turned to you. His helmet was completely black. You couldn't even see his eyes. but when you looked up a bit. you notice red little horns on it. Now you know that these were not part of the helmet.

After a moment of silence, he took off his helmet. Revealing sharp red eyes. Dark hair with white spots at the end and a scar across his brow. Damned. He looked really good. Way too good looking, you remember thinking.

After just looking at you, he asked you if you were okay and took a seat at the bar. A real gentleman. That night. He sat at the bar until your shift ended. Make sure the guy didn't have a chance to do anything stupid again while having a very nice conversation with you. He ended up giving you his number and even drove you home. And then. A good friendship and an even better relationship developed between the two of you. Call it a cliché, but the fact that he “saved” you was the moment you kind of fell in love with him.

You smile at the thought as you look at your phone. You just texted your boyfriend. All dressed up and ready for this date.

You had this little thing. You and Ais. You both loved night drives through the city before ending the drive at your usual spot where you always had little stargazing dates. Nothing special, but you both had a lot of fun every time.

A familiar sound pulled you out of your thoughts. A motorcycle engine. A smile spread across your face as you walked down the stairs to Ais. When you opened the door you saw Ais standing there. Sitting on his motorcycle and holds your helmet on his lap. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was grinning. Just like every other time you see each other.

You quickly got on the back of his bike and put on the helmet he got just for you while wrapping your arms around him. He placed his hand on your thigh squeezing it a little before looking back at you.

“Ready to go, Sparrow?”

You grin, sliding a little closer to him. For safety reasons ofc.

“Let’s go”

And with that. Ais started the engine and drove onto the road. The large buildings looked so beautiful at night with all their lights. Like a cooler night sky. You just loved the way it felt and the way you strolled through the city. He made riding a motorcycle look so easy and worry-free.

You remember trying to sit on his bike alone ones. Your feet didn't even touch the ground and you had a hard time not falling over with this heavy machine. Ais had to laugh at the stressed face you made by just trying not to fall over. Not even driving the bike. It was certainly embarrassing, but you have to admit that. Cycling wasn't really your thing. You preferred to sit in the back. Hold on to Ais. Being close to him as he drove the two of you around. It somehow was calming to you.

After the trip. Ais and you finally found the little Clive just next town. It was a perfect view over all the buildings, but still far enough to see the stars shine in their full glory.

It was definitely breathtaking, just like the first time ais brought you here.

After Ais got off his bike and took off his helmet. He came straight towards you. pulling you in for a long kiss.

“I really missed you.”

You smile at that. Wrap your arms around his shoulders and just enjoy this greeting of his

“We've been apart for two days and you are already acting as if it was two decades ago.”

“It definitely felt that way. Let me just enjoy this for a bit,”

he grins as you both sit down on the grass. Looking over the city. Or at least. You looked over the city. Ais, on the other hand, was a bit more busy lookingat you. Holding you tight and kissing your cheeks and neck every now and then.

You couldn't help but giggle at his little kisses tickling your skin.

"Ais.. I thought we'd enjoy the view"

"Hmm.. actually screw the Veaw. I’d rather enjoy you a little bit.”

You blush at this. It's not like this was new to you. It wasn't the first time you and Ais had been a little distracted on your little dates here, but today he's a little bolder than usual. But to be fair. You kind of hoped it would be like this. You've both been so busy these days that neither of you have had time for dates or even intimate time.

Ais wasn't the only one who was frustrated and hungry for touch. So You moved closer to him. enjoying his teasing kisses before turning around to finally return his kiss. It's a deep kiss. You could feel his longing in it.

He pulled you closer to him before you flipped him onto his back and sat on top of him on his lap. Earning a suprised giggle from the man now below you. Break the kiss to look at him. God. He looked so beautiful like this. Waiting for you. For what you might do next. You loved this look. His eyes watch you intently.

"Oh? What’s this about, sparrow?”

He grins and you couldn’t help but return it as his hands made their way on to your hips. squeezing them slightly.

"Well, I was hoping the bike wasn't the only thing I could ride tonight."

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It's not like I wanted it to turn out but I still hope this is fine bevor the nsfw bomb