#don’t yell at meeeee

[charcubed]

*clears throat*

I’m going to be annoying for a second to add some lore to this post. Because one thing on here was accidental, but I think it’s cool to know that.

I am typically a huge supporter of the statement “nothing about this was accidental,” generally speaking, especially because oftentimes I’m the one insisting that’s the case when people try to ignore/devalue subtext or production details.

But… While the colors in Naomi’s office are often pointed to as looking like the bi flag (understandably), at the time, Jerry Wanek said that wasn’t the case:

Of course, maybe Serge chose it for bi flag reasons, but this seems to be confirmation that he didn’t. And that honestly checks out, because the term “bisexual lighting” wasn’t even popularized until 2014.

However… to me, this moment is significant, because it means that in 2013 Jerry Wanek and also possibly Serge Ladouceur had the concept of using lighting to signify the bi flag brought up to them directly and they were made aware of the possibility. And of course, as the years went on, “bisexual lighting” then came to be something discussed in the cultural lexicon and turned into a well-established media language in its own right, used in several queer instances like Janelle Monáe’s “Make Me Feel” music video, the Black Mirror episode “San Junipero,” the movie Atomic Blonde, etc.

It certainly became known to the point where it’d make sense for its use in SPN to unequivocally mean bisexuality by 2019 and be blatantly deliberate by everyone involved in making episode 15x07. That includes Jeremy Adams, who wrote “GLOWING NEON SIGNS illuminate what can only be described as Dean's idea of Heaven. Cowboys and bikers. Gorgeous ladies and rock and roII” in his script.

My point in bringing this up and clarifying it is this: yes, Naomi’s office having bi lighting was accidental. People will sometimes mention that to try to claim all subtext in SPN must be accidental, but that’s obviously complete and utter bullshit. Especially because, in this instance, that “accident” could have put something on the team’s radar in a way that turned into it being used fantastically and extremely effectively years later—which I personally think is cool as fuck.

nothing about this was accidental

[depressedfungus]

I uh now have a riddler tattoo………. I love it

[gods-favorite-autistic]

My Latin teacher actually trusted me to wander off with his keys for some reason hi mat was here (:<<<

[cutiecatsub]

am I doing that thing where I’m freaking out bc someone is being too nice to me?

[dorianatlas]

This group is a nightmare blunt rotation tbh

I FINALLY have basic character sheets/portraits for the characters who have appeared thus far in my webcomic!

Fun fact these are the remnants of character sheets I made for the website I failed to make 🥲 I’m happy with these though tbh I think I laid them out better than the actual character sheets lmao

[01zfan]

anything 4 u pt. 2 | j. sc

boyfriend!sungchan x fem reader | 5k words

omg this counts as an ooc fic almost i think…sungchan please get mad at meeeee…no smut (leaving that for the next part if you guys want it hehe) BUT it is a little suggestive

contains: drinking, parties, slight toxic behavior?

anything for you: confident | one | two

sungchan feels his phone vibrate next to his head. part of his mind is still asleep, he’s convinced what he’s hearing is a dream. but when the ringing and vibration persists, sungchan turns completely to his side of the bed to haphazardly reach towards the source of the sound. when sungchan lifts his head he sees 3:42 staring back at him in red digital numbers and has to squint to make sure it’s real. 

when he grabs your phone he has to squeeze his eyes shut a few times to make sure he’s seeing everything correctly. your caller ID and contact pic he has set up for you take up his whole phone is very real. sungchan quickly turns to your side of the bed, running his hand over your spot in the dark to only find you missing, a small crater in the mattress left behind. instantly sungchan sits up in the bed, feet pressing into the ground as he accepts your call.

“hello? hello?” the speaker on sungchan’s phone is almost blown out as you yell into his ear. he pulls the phone away for a second before bringing it back. “—i told you he’d answer” you yelled on the other side of the line.

sungchan looked to the time again, sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose. he suppressed all of his anger, speaking through clenched teeth when you finished talking. 

“where are you?” he asked.

your laugh crackling through the speakers told sungchan all he needed to know. he remembered the conversation you two had only a few hours ago about that party. sungchan remembers telling you he couldn’t go because he had work in the morning, and he remembers telling you that you shouldn’t go either. sungchan also remembers you agreeing, and you talking about how tired you were before falling asleep first. so when sungchan heard you laugh and he heard the loud music behind you he had to close his eyes as he tried to remain calm. the fingers that pinched the bridge of his nose went to his temples, trying to massage out his incoming stress migraine. 

“at the party.” you said simply.

you could barely hear sungchan’s quiet voice over the party that raged around you. trying to find a secluded quiet place for a phone call was impossible, the closest you could get to having a private conversation was going to a dark corner and plugging your other ear with your finger.

“the one i told you not to go to?” sungchan asked.

even if he attempted to keep his voice even, you could hear the annoyance lined in his words. the alcohol in your system that made you want to call your boyfriend only made you mad now, anger shot through your body as you dissected sungchan’s every word. your hand plugging your ear dropped to your hip and you narrowed your eyes, as if sungchan was right there in front of you. you even tilted your head in faux confusion as you held the receiver closer to your face.

“you don’t get to tell me what to do.” you said.

hearing sungchan’s irritated sigh on the other end of the line only made you more upset. maybe you imagined it in your drunken state, how upset he sounded on the other end of the line. but being treated with the brief silences from sungchan made you feel irate. the alcohol in your system made your hairs stand on end.

sungchan was still silent on the other side, trying to figure out how to approach the situation.

“okay.” you can practically hear sungchan rubbing his temple as he lets out another sigh. “just send me your location.” he says.

he wanted to come and take you away from the fun. he wanted to take you away from the loud music and the puking teenagers and whatever that was in the corner next to your feet. after you were so nice to call him in the middle of the night to tell him about the great time you were having. what a fucking buzzkill.

“no.” you say, crossing your arms. 

sungchan is quiet on the other end of the line. you imagine him sitting in the dark, phone pulled away from his ear as he tries to collect himself. if he wasn’t so high-strung and let loose after work like you did he wouldn’t be so irritable all the damn time. before you can tell him this, your thoughts are cut short when you hear him vexed on the other side of the line.

“i’m not in the fucking mood for this.” 

you can’t stop your eyes from widening. if you weren’t so drunk, you would’ve played off of his annoyance by throwing a joke at him, or you would’ve submitted and sent your location while still being on the phone. but you were three shots past your limit and you saw your friends coming up to you with more, and the loud energetic music around you made your adrenaline rush. the shock from sungchan's words turned into fire, and the short fuse you had was lit. the alcohol was running through you. as you tried to mirror sungchan by using the silence as a buffer to control your anger you were getting closer and closer to anger.

when you tried to summon what little self control you had left, sungchan cursing at you rings in your ears. the anger bounces off the walls of the party, louder than the music everyone dances to. so your self control is wasted as you draw your lips to your teeth to make sure all of your words are punctuated for your boyfriend.

“fuck you sungchan.” you seethe.

sungchan hears you curse at him and he can’t get a word out before the call drops. he hears the two defiant beeps of you hanging up, and sungchan keeps his phone to his face from the pure shock. the massaging did nothing as he feels the pulsing behind his eyes, brought on from working constantly and the headache he calls his girlfriend. he stays like that for a minute, mouth agape as he tries to figure out what just happened. the irrational anger makes sungchan almost shake, he lets out a laugh to himself in his dark room as everything sinks in.

sungchan still laughs to himself as he pulls his phone away to see the time. the phone brightness blinds sungchan, and your smile on his lockscreen illuminates his face. he lets out a sigh when he sees the time, how late he’s up because of you. he just got cursed out by the smiling cute girl on his phone. you are a pain in his ass, the reason for the blossoming migraine behind his eyes, and the love of his life—it’s hard to put it into words. if sungchan had to choose between all the riches in the world or having you listen to him, you’d be beside him in bed right now. 

his anger and annoyance almost makes him roll over and go back to sleep. sungchan wishes he had the ability to be mean to you, to make you figure out your way back home. you’re more than capable, and you arguably deserve it. he did try it, laying his head back on his pillow and bringing his covers up to his chin in a huff. 

“if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.” sungchan whispered to himself.

it almost worked. sungchan swore his words almost worked before he turned back to check the time on his digital clock. he couldn’t stop himself from imagining you walking around lost and worried, with a dead phone and a boyfriend that wasn’t there for you. 

if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.

sungchan turned on his back to face the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut one more time to try and go to sleep. he turned to your side of the bed, eyes still shut. when he made the mistake of opening them to see your jostled pillow and you missing he pushed the covers down the bed quickly, letting out a sound of annoyance. 

if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.

next, sungchan let out a loud groan, all of his frustrations from work and you bubbling to the surface. the whole day was heavy on his shoulders, and now this was too. sungchan knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he wasn’t even tired as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed again to stand up. 

“four in the fucking morning.” sungchan says under his breath while running his fingers through his hair.

sungchan is quick navigating his phone, his previously groggy mind is on alert as he looks through your messages. he finds the flier for the party you were at in the attachments. sungchan’s quick fingers press into the glass of his phone as he inputs the location on his navigation app. thirty minutes to get to you in the middle of nowhere. 

sungchan’s anger heats his whole body as he gets dressed. in his haste he only throws a jacket over his shirt and puts on sweatpants over his boxers. he runs his hands through his hair one more time before throwing on a baseball cap backwards, pushing back his bangs so it’s a snug fit. sungchan gets dressed in the dark, trying to not waste anytime to turn on the light. he doesn’t care if his clothes are on backwards or if he looks crazy. he plans to be in and out quickly, not being seen by anyone else but you and your annoying enabling friends. maybe if he’s mad enough maybe he’ll lecture them too. 

as sungchan leaves the bedroom he turns on the living room light. he flinches from the light and instinctually yawns as he shuffles through his apartment. even the anxiety sungchan feels for you being so clearly drunk turns into anger. the argument of you not taking your low tolerance into consideration has been a topic of debate (arguing) between the two of you for as long as he can remember. “i don’t drink to get tipsy. i drink to get drunk.” sungchan felt himself getting even more upset as he recalled your absurd philosophy when it came to drinking. 

his anger made him move fast, so fast that sungchan almost left without his phone. he had to circle back to his bedroom to slip it into the pocket of his sweats. as he was leaving the room he saw your jacket resting on the desk. sungchan swore he felt his eye twitch at the thought of you in the cold without your jacket. he snatches it from the desk and scoffs at your keyring that rests underneath it.

“act first, think later.” sungchan says as he grabs your keys.

he carelessly slams his door as he makes his way down the stairs of the apartment complex. his slides grind on the cement with each long stride, and sungchan clears two steps at a time. he makes his way to his car in the parking lot quickly, and he sees your car sitting pretty in the spot next to his. sungchan imagines you ordered an uber with your friends, none of you were responsible enough to have a designated driver.

sungchan pulls at his door twice but it doesn’t automatically lock.

“nobody is fucking listening to me tonight.” he says while grabbing his keys from his pockets. 

when sungchan can finally get into his car he slams the door, so hard that it causes his vehicle to shake. sungchan is sure he wouldn’t have cared if the window broke from the force, he thinks his anger could make him split the car in half. the only reprieve he gets is the white-knuckle grip he has on the steering wheel as he looks towards the map on his phone. occasionally he tells the robot on his phone to call you—each time you let it ring to your voicemail. sungchan has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying things he’ll regret. he only jabs the end call button before repeating the process over and over again. 

when his navigation app leads him closer to you, he finds himself at the end of a road that abruptly cuts off. he’s surrounded by parked cars, and sungchan can see people on foot heading down the hill and some people coming back. he’s absolutely sure he’s in the right place, his headlights show people in revealing clothes excited as they talk about the party. they pass by his car without a care in the world, and sungchan has to peer over his dashboard to make sure he doesn’t hit anything.

when he finally parks his car and takes the key from the ignition he calls you one last time. sungchan knows there’s no way you’ve come to your senses, or that you’re ready to apologize but he lets his phone ring in the palm of his hand one last time.

“you have reached the voicemail box of—“

before the automated voice can finish, sungchan hangs up. he looks outside one last time, thinking he still had the chance to leave and wait for you at home. maybe you had already left with your friends to go to a different party. sungchan lets all the options float through his head, and he regrets when he was blissfully unaware of the world around him when he was sleeping. he presses his forehead to the steering wheel, mentally preparing for the loud noises of the underground party and ironing his resolve. sungchan breathes deep before letting it out. remain calm he repeats it to himself over and over again. he looks out the passenger side window to follow the crowd that disappears past the hill. 

sungchan undoes his seatbelt and unlocks his door, heading down the hill to follow the music.

“you got this sungchan.”

he repeated that phrase to himself all the way to the party. it was uncomfortable, being outside in the cold with music he didn’t have a taste for playing so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. all sungchan could think about was how this wasn’t your crowd at all, and this wasn’t the type of music you even liked to listen to. the more he thought about it the angrier he got—he didn’t understand why you were so adamant on going to a party that wasn’t your style at all.

when sungchan looked through the crowd of people he saw you in a huddle with your friends. the same people you see nearly everyday stood off to the side, not even dancing or acknowledging the party that raged on around them. sungchan even saw one of your friends grimace at someone who bumped into her while they were dancing. sungchan felt his face heat up and his hands clenched at his sides. there was no reason for you to be here, no reason for any of your friends to be here either. he recognized all the girls faces, and he knew their attitudes well. when sungchan thought about the fact that you and your friends were here solely because someone told them not to be he found himself pushing through the crowd of people, making a line straight to you. 

you didn’t notice sungchan coming through the crowd. you blamed it on the alcohol, and the riveting conversation you were having with a complete stranger. all you knew was that one second you were ignoring your boyfriends nth call of the night and the next he stood in front of you, interrupting your new friend mid-sentence.

“put that on.” sungchan tossed your jacket to you, and you almost missed it with the drink in your hand. “we’re leaving.”

you look at sungchan standing tall above your friends, the alcohol in your bloodstream makes him appear like a dream in front of you. you can see the boxers he wore to bed peaking over his pair of sweats and his loose hoodie makes his white undershirt visible. he sticks out like a sore thumb, the casual outfit so different from the revealing clothes everyone else wears. he couldn’t be bothered, and you could tell. he didn’t care to keep up the appearance of the sweet doting boyfriend in front of your friends, he didn’t even spare them a second glance as he kept his eyes trained on you. 

the shock of seeing sungchan only lasts a second before you find yourself falling into your role. your friends were confused but you instantly could read sungchan, his hands that were balled up into fists and his tense shoulders. you still stood there relaxed, not moving an inch as your friends started looking between the two of you. you only are only focused on keeping eye contact—burning and intense as you two engaged in the silent battle of who can be more annoyed. you had to resist the urge to lick your lips or look sungchan up and down underneath his stare. you looked past sungchan for a moment to see all the people having fun behind him—that could be you you thought. 

you can feel your friends eyes flicker and wander from the palpable tension. even if your girls were drunk they could feel the thick atmosphere between you both. you feel a moment of sobriety as you think about the hell sungchan probably went through to come and get you. so you break first, smiling and uncrossing your arms as a sign of peace.

“i have an early morning tomorrow anyways.” you still have to maintain some sort of upperhand in the situation. sungchan would just have to understand that you have a reputation to upkeep. you push yourself off the wall and take time hugging each one of your friends. “i’ll catch you guys later.” you smile.

sungchan is still stoic when you turn back around to face him. you let your smile drop when only he can see it, and he makes sure you can see him roll his eyes as he turns around. sungchan doesn’t waste the time to tell your friends goodbye before he’s guiding you the way you came with a hand on your back. 

usually in crowded spaces sungchan would be gentle with his hand, like a suggestion on where you should go. but is hand now was pushy, almost making you collide with a few people. you lightly hit his arm each time, but he still pushed through. he didn’t bother to look down at you, his eyes fixed on the exit. you wish you could be angry, you were well within your rights to be upset at a man essentially pushing you through a crowd of people. but feeling of sungchan’s hand pressing into your back makes you reminiscence, and the strength behind his hand makes you feel light. you find yourself purposefully falling behind just so he can press the pads of his fingers into your back a little harder to move you forward.

once you made it out of the party sungchan lets go of your back. instead of grabbing your hand, or offering to carry you to the car he started walking ahead. your uneasy feet in the heels didn’t stand a chance, and it wasn't long before you fell behind. while trying to catch up you remembered the other person you called about the fun and how he would be helping you right now.

sungchan walks so far in front that you have to yell after him. he wishes the music was loud enough to drown out your voice when you called out to him. 

“taro—”

“you can talk to your brother later.” sungchan interrupts.

sungchan doesn’t turn around as he continues to walk. the last person he wants to be thinking about is shotaro. he just needs silence. he needs silence in this shitty parking lot and he needs silence in the car on the way home. he may even need silence for the rest of the week while he calms himself down.

“you’re not listening—“ you start.

before sungchan knows it, he turns around and closes the distance between your two bodies. he’s so close to you that you can feel the anger coming off of him in waves, and you can hear his heavy breaths. the gentle calming aura of your boyfriend is the complete opposite as he puts up a finger of caution. your wide eyes flicker from sungchan’s finger to his face. in the split second of silence sungchan uses the patience he has left.

“you woke me up in the middle of the night after you told me you weren’t going out. i have to be up for work in four hours and i’m playing your babysitter.” his words are quiet, coming through clenched teeth almost sounding like a hiss.

the moment of satisfaction sungchan feels by bringing you to silence only lasts for a moment. the second you take in his words your eyes widen. you look to his finger again and your own teeth become clenched.

“you think you can just talk to me anyway you want?” you bring your own finger up to him. “get your hand out of my face.” you say.

sungchan suddenly finds out he has no words left for you. the same feeling of amazement comes over him from when you hung up the phone. he lets out a single dry laugh before turning and walking towards the car. you stand there for a moment before he hears you start to walk quickly trying to catch up with him.

“don’t ignore me!” you complain.

sungchan stuffs his hands into his hoodie as he continues to walk.

“jung sungchan, i know you hear me!” you yell after him.

sungchan smiles when he hears the anger in your voice. the silent treatment is actually kind of fun when he’s not on the receiving end. he even laughs to himself when you call him an asshole. when you finally realize it’s no use you’re silent. sungchan twiddles his thumbs in his pockets, enjoying the silent night.

sungchan looks over his shoulder once when he hears you slow down. you no longer look at him, instead your eyes are on your heels as you fumble with the straps.

“my shoes.” you grumble.

sungchan turns fully around to see you trailing dangerously far behind, you are barely stable on your feet in your heels, the uneven terrain and your intoxication only makes everything worse. sungchan stands in place, watching you walk like a newborn deer in the darkness. even your hands are panicked in front of your body to try and give you balance. the thought of making you rough it in your heels flashes through sungchan’s mind, and sungchan feels somewhat at peace at the thought of temporarily putting you through hell. so he closes the distance between the two of you before you can take another step.

when you look up to sungchan he can see the outline of your face and the whites of your eyes. you almost look apologetic from up here, sungchan swears he can see a sorry on your bottom lip before you bite it. sungchan rolls his eyes at your attitude and he hopes you see it. 

when you don’t move, he puts his hand on your bicep. he can see your fingers move by reflex, the jewels embedded into your acrylic nails catch the moonlight. sungchan thinks about how expensive the intricate set was as he lightly pulls at your arm, forcing you to walk a few steps. sungchan can’t stop the satisfied smile as he sees you try to push against his pull to only stumble and almost fall to the ground—the only thing that keeps you upright is the grip he has on your arm. he even hears the surprised sound you make when you realize a beat too late you’re falling.

he knows he’s being evil. sungchan knows it’s not right to mess with you while you’re drunk and stumbling in your heels. but you have messed with sungchan for as long as he could remember. you have also arguably done worse to him—like waking him up in the middle of the night when you know he has work in the morning. even now, when you know you’re wrong you still look at him like he did something awful to you. if you only let a drunk little sorry fall from your lips, one that you could even take back in the morning when you’re sober sungchan would stop being so mean. but you don’t, so sungchan turns on his heel and begins pulling you behind him as he purposely lengthens his strides.

he can hear your feet kicking up rocks as you to stumble to make up for his large steps. he smiles straight forward as he has to pull you to keep up. sungchan doesn’t change his speed, he doesn’t stop walking until you slip your arm from his grasp. 

“you’re going too fast.” you yell.

sungchan turns back to face you. when he takes in your expression and the irritation in your voice he understands why you push his buttons so much. you make it too easy, the alcohol is making you feel everything tenfold. he can see the inability to walk the way you want and your boyfriend being mean nearly frustrate you to tears. 

sungchan knows he must be sick at how the sight before him makes him feel. he feels the satisfaction and something more churn in his stomach as your eyebrows furrow before they soften. when you pull in a deep breath to try and calm yourself, sungchan does the same mockingly. when he tilts his head and taps a finger underneath your chin, you move away from his touch. he can’t hide the smile in his voice when he talks down to you.

“want me to carry you?” he asks.

when you only nod your head sungchan comes close to you. he puts his finger underneath your chin again and this time you let him, forcing eye contact. he can see your pupils shake, how bleary they are from the drinking and how tired you must be. sungchan sees your pout, for the first time in his life he’s mostly unaffected by it.

“just say you’re sorry and i’ll carry you.” sungchan says it simply.

your stubbornness keeps you from apologizing. all you do is shake your head lightly, chin still being held up by sungchan’s fingers.

you don’t know why he’s being so mean to you and you don’t know why you like it so much. the smile sungchan has on his face is mocking, and he looks down at you like you’re stupid. the fake sympathy makes you want to yell at him and it makes you want to fist his sweatshirt and bring him down to you. you look at sungchcan’s lips, his smile turned into a pout that mirrors yours. you have to atleast try to maintain some of your pride. 

“i didn’t do anything wrong.” you mumble.

sungchan sees the way your eyes bounce from his lips to his eyes. he can see the switch that flipped inside of you, how you’re batting your long eyelashes at him. he doesn’t even know if you mean to, but he tsks at you regardless. sungchan doesn’t even think he’s mad anymore, he’s just wants to see how far he can wind you up. he comes closer to your face, so close that his lips ghost over yours. your hands go to his shoulders on instinct, and sungchan sees your face flash in pain as you go to your tippy-toes.

“you sure about that?” sungchan whispers.

he smiles again when you part your lips, and laughs at your closed eyes while you wait for him to kiss you. he can smell the liquor on your breath when you let out a tiny sigh, and he can feel your tightening grip on his shoulders. sungchan looks to your closed eyes then down to your parted lips again. he does the same thing as you and lets out a small whine before laughing. he undoes the grip you have on his shirt and he pulls away from you completely. he sees you open your eyes, and he can see the tears threaten to break past your water line. your eyelashes are already clumping together, and your pout deepens.

“why won’t you kiss me?” you say quietly.

sungchan takes his hand away from your chin but you keep your head tilted towards him. he can see your eyes, red and wet from all your conflicting emotions. sungchan almost feels sorry for you, but then he remembers how peacefully he was sleeping in his bed before you called him. he taps your chin affectionately before he turns around and bends his knees, lowering his body for you.

“because you’re drunk and i’m mad at you.” sungchan says over his shoulder.

you don’t say anything else, but sungchan feels you press your hands to his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist. sungchan puts his arm around your thigh, and then the other when you regain your balance. when he feels your chest pressed against his back he stands up.

“i’m sorry.” you slur into his ear. 

it’s barely above a whisper, and he’s almost sure you’ll deny the apology when you’re sober. but sungchan takes it, a small smile creeps across his face as he looks for his car. readjusts you on his back, trying to get the best grip he can on your legs. 

“whatever.” sungchan says.

“i’ll make it up to you later.” you say it with a smirk, and sungchan has to stop himself from laughing. when you start licking the shell of sungchan’s ear he has to bend his neck to hide his ear in his shoulder. you only go to his other ear, your breath fanning his skin as you laugh at him.

"i think i like it when you're mean to me." you giggle into his ear.

"you're a freak." sungchan says over his shoulder.

sungchan pulls his keys from his pocket and presses the unlock button. he can already feel you slouching against his body, your head pressed into his shoulder blades as your breath begins to steady. he sighs again when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep, and he grabs your purse before it hits the ground from your weakening grip. sungchan readjusts your sleeping body on his back again as he starts heading towards his car. 

before he can start walking towards his vehicle, he hears someone’s shoes kicking up rocks as they head towards him. it happens too quick, sungchan barely recognizes someone is heading straight for him until the footsteps abruptly stop. sungchan is too busy listening to the cicadas and your light snores to notice the person that’s behind him.

“sungchan?” he freezes in his place, not taking another step towards his car. “what are you doing here?”

“and why is my sister on your back?”

[charmedbystars]

bored. (e-42 miles morales)

pairing: e-42 miles x reader

summary: you're bored and who else better than your pretty boyfriend to annoy?

content: no warnings!

a/n: this is just a super short blurb that popped in my brain. i was also listening to sneaky snitch while writing this so feel free to listen to that while reading this lol.

now, you weren’t a high-maintenance girlfriend who constantly had to be out. you were content with staying at home with miles, but it has been like this since summer started. occasionally, you guys would go out to restaurants or walk around the mall, but doing that every day took the fun out of it. 

so it was a normal summer evening. the air conditioning was blasting. the sun was setting. a random show was on the tv just for background noise. well, it was background noise for you, miles was actually paying attention. could you help it though? you’ve been pressed up against miles’ chest for 2 hours just binge-watching the same show. 

groaning out loud and shifting around on miles’ chest is what caught his attention. “you good mamas?” he asked. while shifting around, an idea suddenly sprouted in your head. leaning up to look down at miles, you smirked before going to a neutral expression quickly so he doesn’t get suspicious.

“hey miles… i need to ask you a serious question.”

“yeah was good? everything ‘kay?” he looked up at you in confusion with brows furrowed. 

“yeahh it’s just… do you love me?” 

“what are you even asking ma? ‘course i do.”

“are you sure?” 

“i can’t believe you’re asking me this,” he throws his head back.

“i’m being serious like do you love me three thousand percent?”

“what’s up with that number?”

“milesssss you’re not answeringgg that means you don’t love meeeee,” you whined. of course, you were joking but you wanted to have a little fun and what better way than annoying your boyfriend?

“you seriously cannot be doubting my love for you right now. look at where you are right now,” he gestured his arms around before going back to wrap them around you. “but if you’re asking, yes i love you very much. tu tienes mi corazon, lo sabes.”

“mmm okay miles. i’m taking your word.”

“girl you better be because i got you living.”

“yeah whatever,” you rolled your eyes before leaning back down to lie on his chest and like nothing ever happened, all of miles’ attention goes back to the tv screen in front of you. although the interaction got rid of your boredom a bit, all you wanted to do now was annoy your cute boyfriend. since you just ambushed him with questions, you waited a couple minutes before making your next move. 

what was your next move? poking miles’ face. your finger went up to poke his cheek once. getting no reaction from him, you poked his cheek again causing him to look down at you. 

“is there something you want?”

“no,” you simply grinned at him. aannddd attention right back to the screen. this time you went to boop his nose making a little “boop” sound with it too. 

“you think you’re so cute, huh?”

“well, as a matter a fact, i know i’m cute. no thinking required.” 

“baby, are you sure you don’t want something?”

“well, now that you ask again, yes i want something. i want your attention, i need you to do something. your sole reason for being my boyfriend is to entertain me.”

“oh so i’m just here to play around, huh?” he raised an eyebrow and you nodded with no hesitation. you should’ve thought of a better response than that because now you’re regretting everything when you feel yourself getting flipped around on the couch. miles on top of you now, legs holding you in place while his hands quickly went to your side tickling you. you squealed and laughed and kicked your legs around trying to get him to stop.

“miles stop! ple- AHAHA NO!” your pleading would not make miles stop at all. “miles i- i can’t breATHE,” you yelled and he stopped. you look up at him catching your breath and all he did was stare you down with a smirk on his pretty face. 

“you’re the worst person ever” 

“aww baby, don’t lie. i know you love me and i don’t even have to ask.”

[sturniluvr]

Under the sea

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: little swearing, possible spelling mistakes nothing other than that. LMK if I missed anything

summary: Matt Y/N Nick and Chris go on a beach trip together and Matt and Y/N go in the water together, which leads to a long awaited love confession.

requested?: yes/no

A/N: I know nothing about breathing underwater so don’t quote me on the whole ‘Matt breathing through his nose’ I have no clue okay😭😂lemme know if any of you wanna be added to my Sturniolo triplets taglist or general taglist 🫶🏻enjoy!🤍

❗️semi proof read❗️

Y/N woke up to her phone ringing, she looked at the caller ID ‘Nick🍯’ she quickly picked it up and she saw her best friend’s face illuminated her phone 

“Hey babes, fancy a beach trip today?” Nick spoke as he moved around the house grabbing miscellaneous items seemingly packing a bag. She nodded immediately, never turning a trip to the beach. 

“Sure, what time? Who’s going?” The Y/H/C girl asked, Nick finished packing the bag before responding. 

“We’re leaving around 10, and we’re gonna grab some food from a cafe near the beach, it’s just me you Matt and Chris” she nods and gets out of her bed, opening her blinds and dropping her phone on the bed as she packed a bag, Nick still on FaceTime, all of a sudden, she heard Chris’ loud voice yelling down the phone to her.  

“HI Y/N! GOOD MORNING” she chuckled at her other best friend. 

“Hi Chris, how’d you sleep kid?” She asked as Chris stole nick’s phone to speak to the younger girl. 

“I slept well, what about you?” He panned the camera to Matt who was just coming out of his room completely forgetting about the question he had just asked her. 

“Aww look it’s your boyfriend Y/N/N” Chris smirks jokingly, knowing about her crush on his triplet and Matt’s reciprocated crush on her. 

Matt blushes at what Chris said and sends Y/N a wave and a smile. 

“Shut up Chris! Hi Y/N how are you?” He asked smiling, making his way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and Chris following him with the phone. She nods before responding. 

“I’m good thanks Matt, how are you? Ooo! Can one of you make a coffee and bring it when you come to pick me up? You know you guys love me” She asks grinning knowing she wouldn’t have time to make a coffee herself. Matt chuckles grabbing out her travel cup she leaves at their house, immediately making a coffee for her after grabbing some water out the fridge for himself. 

“Of course, sweetheart. Milk and 2 sugars?” Matt asks, causing Y/N to blush slightly at the use of the nickname that rolls off his tongue with ease after calling her it so often as if it was her second name to him. 

“Yep! Thank you, Matthew” Chris suddenly runs away with a grin on his face as Nick chases him for his phone back. 

“Chris! Give me my phone” Chris eventually gives in, passing Nick’s phone back to him. 

“Sooo, what bikini are you planning to dazzle Matt in today you gorgeous woman?” Nick chuckles as he flops on his bed, waiting for the younger triplets to finish getting ready, also knowing of Matt’s crush on his best friend and her crush on Matt. She chuckles before replying. 

“It’s between these two. 1 or 2 which one do you think he’d like?” She asks the first one being a white floral bikini and the second being a pale blue bikini with some little bows on.  

“The second one DEFINITELY it’ll bring out your eyes really well, you’ll look stunning!” Nick grins, knowing it’s secretly Matt’s favourite bikini of hers having seen her in it before and Matt had a little problem in his swim shorts after seeing her in it for the first time. Nick chuckles to himself remembering having to help Matt somehow cover the tent in his shorts. 

She nods and turns her camera off to quickly put the bikini on. After putting it on, she threw a floral sundress over the top just until they got to the beach. As soon as she turned her phone camera back on, she immediately heard Nick shout.  

“Fit check girl! Show meeeee” she chuckles at him before propping her phone up and giving him a 360 of her outfit. Nick whistles hyping her up. 

“You look amazing Y/N/N!” he yells. 

He walks out of his bedroom and heads downstairs to where Matt and Chris are, Matt in his bathroom and Chris lounging on the couch on his phone. 

“We’ll be leaving soon by the looks of it, Matt’s just brushing his teeth, he’s made your coffee for you” he holds her coffee mug up to the phone, she smiles and shouts a quick thanks down the phone hoping Matt would hear. 

After Matt’s brushed his teeth and got shoes on, the triplets make their downstairs to the garage and pile into the car, Chris and Nick in the back knowing Y/N will want to sit in the front when they pick her up and Matt in the driver's seat. He starts the engine and they get on their way to pick the younger girl up 

“Right, we’ve just left, we’ll see you soon” Nick says, the boys collectively saying a goodbye to her, she smiles and says bye to her boys before ending the call and doing last minute checks around her apartment like closing windows etc and grabbing her watermelon space camp lip balm off her bedside table and applied the lip balm to her lips before putting it in her bag along with everything else she needs for the beach. 

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She hears a honk outside her apartment complex and on cue she gets a message from Matt.

Matt🐻: hey we’re outside kid x 

Y/N🤍: Okie, on my way down now x 

She makes her way down the stairs and out the doors of her apartment complex lobby, immediately spotting Matt’s black Kia parked outside and the boys inside waiting for her. She notices Nick is in his own world so she sneaks up to his window and bangs on it, scaring the shit out of him making the boys laugh. 

“You bitch I just shit myself” nick laughs as she gets in the passenger seat of the car, buckling her belt up. She looks behind and gives him a sweet grin. 

“Hi to you too Nicolas, hey Chris” she said giving the youngest triplet a quick fist bump. 

“Hello Matthew” she smiles at the driver, he smiles back at her chucking at the use of his full name. She takes her coffee from the cup holder and takes a sip. 

“Hello Y/N” he replies as he drives away from the apartment complex and towards the cafe they planned to go to before the beach. 

Y/N put her phone on the aux cord and played their joint playlist that they all had a few songs each, and they all started singing along to the songs the car full of laughs as they drove. 

The drive flies by and before they know it, they arrive at the cafe, Matt quickly pulls into a parking spot and they get out of the car and head inside and find an empty table in the corner to sit at and they all sit down, Y/N and Matt on one side of the table and Chris and Nick on the other side. 

They each grab a menu from the little stand on the table and look through to see what to eat and drink. Matt looks at Y/N smiling at her concentration face, thinking it was the cutest thing ever. 

“What you gonna order?” He asks the younger girl. 

“I’m thinking of getting just a bacon baguette and maybe a peach ice tea. What about you?” She replies with a small smile on her face which the blue eyed boy quickly returns before answering her question. 

“Probably just an omelette or something and some water or something” he chuckles. 

The waiter comes over and asks for their orders. Once they’ve ordered the waiter heads off into the kitchen and the triplets engage in a conversation about an upcoming YouTube video idea and Y/N scrolls aimlessly through her TikTok for you page. She suddenly hears Chris call her name, she looks up acknowledging her best friends since 4th grade. 

“Hmm? What’s up?” She asks as the boy's chuckle, realising she hadn’t heard them. 

“We were just wondering if you wanted to be in our next video, we’re planning to do a period simulator and we need someone, preferably a woman whose experienced periods, to tell us how accurate it is. Would you be up for it?” Nick asks, looking across from him at the Y/E/C girl, she nods at him. 

“Yeah, when do you plan on filming it?” Y/N asks looking between the 20 year olds. 

“Preferably in the next few days, just let us know when your able to help us.” Chris speaks up, she nods at him. 

“Okay, cool, just let me know when you’re filming it and I can come round and film with you” she agrees with a smile on her face, secretly excited to see Matt Nick and Chris do a period simulator and experience what she goes through monthly. The waiter brings over their drinks, peach ice teas for Y/N and Chris, a glass of water for Matt and a soda for Nick. 

“I’ll be right back with your food guys” the waiter smiles and they all thank him as he walks away to grab their food from the kitchen. 

Not too long after the waiter comes back with the food, laying the plates of food out on the table in front of who ordered what. The group thanked him and dug into their food. 

“Everything good?” Y/N asked the older boys and they all collectively nod as the four continue to eat their food. 

——————————

After finishing their food and paying the bill, the group piled back into Matt’s car and continued the journey to the beach. 

Once they arrived at the beach, Y/N and Nick grab their tote bags and put everything in them that they’ll need throughout the day. Matt looks around for a parking meter. 

“Do you know how much it is?” Y/N asks him, pulling out her purse to get some change out to pay some money towards the parking, Matt gently swatted her hand. 

“No need for that, put your purse away woman. It’s like $5.50 for 3 hours, I got it don’t worry.” He smiles appreciatively at her as he grabs some change and gets out the car heading towards the parking meter. 

“Y/N, turn around” she heard Chris say and she turned around and immediately saw the camera pointing towards her, she lets out a chuckle and a wave. 

“There’s your favourite person everyone” nick chuckles and I smile. 

“Hi everyone, we’re having a nice little beach trip today” I explain to the vlog and Nick and Chris nod in confirmation as Matt comes back to the car and places the parking ticket on the dashboard so it’s visible from the windshield. 

They all get out the car and Matt passes the car keys to Y/N to keep in her bag since he hasn't got a belt loop to hook them onto since he’s wearing swim shorts. 

Once the group get down to the sand and find a spot to set up in, Nick lays the towels out for everyone and Y/N strips of her sundress, revealing her bikini, immediately catching Matt’s attention. 

“Cute bikini Y/N/N!” Nick smirks knowing damn well the reason she had picked out that specific bikini, she smiles at him and thanks him. 

Y/N pulls out her book from her bag and laid down on her towel that was laid out next to Matt’s. While she was focused on her reading, she didn’t notice Matt’s lingering gaze on her, admiring her body in the blue bikini that accentuated her curves perfectly and brought out the colour in her eyes. 

On the other side of Matt, Chris and Nick were building a sandcastle, Nick collecting the sand and Chris was digging a moat to go around he castle. 

Y/N chuckled as she noticed the youngest and oldest triplet playing in the sand and decided to record them for vlog content, Matt smiled and chuckled as he realised what she was doing. 

“Nick and Chris are being children in the sand” Y/N laughs as she filmed them building and digging, she then went back to reading her book. 

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A little while later, she feels a tap on her shoulder, she looks and sees Matt looking at her. 

“Fancy a swim?” He asks with a small smile on his face which she immediately returned with a nod and a smile of her own. Y/N put her book down and placed it back in her bag so it was safe, she put her bag next to Nick’s so he could keep an eye on it for her while she was in the sea with Matt.  

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Y/N yells with a big grin on her face, Matt laughs.  

“Oh, you’re on!” The blue eyed boy replied as he and Y/N started racing down to the sea, he had just beat Y/N to it and fist pumps the air in victory, letting out a laugh. 

“Yeah yeah, you won” Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully as she walks into the water. She takes a moment to admire the clear blue water shining as the sun hit it perfectly. 

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it?” She says looking out at the water. Matt hums in agreement. 

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He was looking at her and not the water with a soft smile on his face, loving how care free and happy she looked. 

Y/N starts to walk in further, causing Matt to follow behind her as a natural protective instinct even though she can swim perfectly fine, he wanted to always make sure she was safe. Once the duo was deep enough in the water, Y/N grabs Matt’s hand and pulls him under.  

She chuckles as she waves at him from under the water, he chuckles back and waves back at her. 

An idea then comes to Matt’s mind, he thinks this would be a perfect way of confessing his feelings to her. He grabs her hand and pulls her closer to him. He takes a breath through his nose. He starts mouthing to her, knowing she’s pretty good at lip reading. 

“Y/N there’s something I need to tell you” Matt mouths and waits for a moment for her to respond which she does with a nod, he continues to tell her. 

“I love you” he mouths looking into her Y/E/C orbs. She freezes for a moment before swimming back to the surface, Matt following her. 

“You love me?” She asked a smiling starting to grow on her face. He smiles shyly and nods. 

“I love you too Matt, I have since high school.” Y/N chuckles, he lets out a sigh of relief and smiles widely at her before pulling her into his arms and cups her cheeks and Y/N wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly and she quickly nodded. He smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, she immediately reciprocated the kiss and they both start smiling into the kiss. They pull apart with wide smiles on both of their faces. 

“I can finally tell you how good you look in that bikini, god damn sweetheart, you look amazing!” Matt worships her, his hands moving to grip her hips as he plants another chaste kiss to her lips, she blushed and smiled into the kiss. 

“And I’ll never get tired of that now” Matt grinned as they pulled out of the kiss, causing Y/N to chuckle and nod in agreement. Matt suddenly heads back under water, and softly tugs Y/N’s arm as a signal to follow him which she does. Once they’re both underwater, he looks at her with a smile before mouthing, his arms wrapped back around her waist. 

“Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?” 

She grins at the question and immediately nods her head, Y/N leans in and kisses Matt. After pulling out of the kiss they both head up to the surface. 

Matt wipes the water out of his eyes before opening them. He looks at her and smiles. 

“We should probably head back up to the two children god knows what they’re doing” Matt let’s put a laugh as she intertwines their fingers and leads her to the shore and she leads the way back to where their towels and belongings are, Matt shamelessly staring at her ass with a small smirk as she walks ahead of him. 

when the couple get to where Nick and Chris are, Nick is now half asleep on his towel and Chris is still digging, she smiles at Matt and intertwines their fingers, immediately catching the gaze of Chris and his lips curve into a smile almost immediately.  

“Nick! Nick! Look!” Chris yells shaking Nick awake and points to Y/N and Matt’s intertwined fingers. Nick immediately grins and shoots up to hug his brother and best friend. 

“Ugh finally you guys!” He jokes and Y/N playfully slaps his arm and chuckles. 

“Yeah yeah, how long do we have left on the ticket?” She asks out loud to any of the boys. 

“I think about an hour darling” Matt replies, the pet name rolling easily off his tongue, she smiles and nods and she lays back down on her towel and pulls her book back out, the triplets chuckling at her and Matt lays on his towel next to her, pulling his towel a little closer to hers and she softly rests her head on his shoulder as she reads her book quietly to him. Matt doesn’t think he’s ever felt so content in his life, he’s now dating the love of his life, he’s surrounded by three of his favourite people and Y/N is laying in his arms reading softly to him. 

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An hour later Y/N sits up to get ready to leave and she noticed Nick and Chris had buried themselves in the sand, Matt and Y/N let out a laugh and she takes a picture of the two. After they got out of the sand, they all start packing up their stuff and head back to the car and head home and they get showered and then settle down on the couch to watch a movie, they all ended up falling asleep on the couch. 

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y/user: beach day with my boys🤍☀️ (Sturniolo triplets vlog coming soon :) )

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comments:

nicolassturniolo: had a great day with all of you🫶🏻

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y/user: thanks for the invite bae😘

liked by: nicolassturniolo

nicolassturniolo: damn we all look good❗️

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matthew.sturniolo: the best day with the best people❤️

liked by: y/user, nicolassturniolo, christophersturniolo

y/user: my favourite company❤️

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user: they’re all so fineeee😩🫠

christophersturniolo: best day, now take care of that sun burn you lobster😭😭

liked by: y/user, matthew.sturniolo, nicolassturniolo

y/user: yes father🙄😘

madisonbeer: need to plan a girls day when I’m in LA

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y/user: absolutely babes🤍

user: Matt and Y/N in the towel together🥹🥹they better get together soon

liked by: y/user, matthew.sturniolo

user: THEY LIKED????

user: you two tryna tell us something👀

user: my otp fr

matthew.sturniolo: 👀👀

user: Nick and Chris buried in the sand😭😭

nathandoe8: who knew my boys could play soccer👀

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y/user: *our boys* Nathan, not yours mister😂😭

user: Y/N taking pics of the sunset is so real😌

user: the way I know who’s who in the photo by the sand faces😭

madifilipowicz: prettiest girl🤍(suppose the boys are alright too🙄👀)

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y/user: wish you could’ve joined us babe, had to parent them all on my own today😭😂

🏷️: @imwetforyourmom @mattscoquette

[yourlittlettoy]

FIRST “NEST” HIGHLIGHTS ✨

Just for the sake of using this blog like an actual blogging space 💁🏻‍♀️✨ let me tell you about how my first NEST went!!

For those of you that aren’t familiar, NEST is one of the biggest fetish gatherings in North America for us t-word enthusiasts! I’ve known about it since forever ago, and this may it was my first time actually attending. It was: everything I’d hoped it would be (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ here are some highlights!

This gathering was probably one of the biggest I’ve ever been to in terms of the amount of friends I saw alone! There were pals from our Tumblr community, friends from Japan, everyone from my gathering friend groups, and lots of friends from my local community as well. It was really heaven to just be with all of my favourite people all at once and in one place (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡

The events were REALLY COOL! Definitely a gathering with one of the most comprehensive schedules I’ve ever experienced! I participated in as much as I could, but notably the squid games, auctions, and t-word-theatre (which is a big public t-word show where someone get’s got in front of an audience in a very theatrical way!) was super cool! Having said that…

I GOT KIDNAPPED!! Well, “napped” 😅 don’t worry, no real felonies here hahaha. When I applied to be ‘napped like back in the beginning of the year, I didn’t hear anything back at all about the process of how that was going. Knowing not every applicant ends up getting chosen, I didn’t let myself keep my hopes up. Long story short.. after I excitedly went to the t-word theatre event all pumped to watch someone get got… to my great surprise, that person was gonna be me lmao ‼️😱 I was kinda *taken* from my seat and tied to a chair in front of everyone, then a game show-dating show scenario played out with 3 bachelors behind a curtain answering questions (really funny and witty answers, might I add) that the show host threw their way 😆. Of course, then the host eventually asks the question “our bachelorette loves to laugh, how would you make her laugh?” … and basically I watched as all of them came through the curtain to come get me 😱 one by one…. And then !!! OF COURSE ALL THREE HAD TO COME AT ONCE 😱💀😵!!! And I couldn’t take it right so I was yelling “help meeee” hahaha ya know cause pooOOooOoOor meeeee 🤪😇. And the host was like… “sure I’ll help them” AND JOINED IN ON THE LERS SIDE 💀💀💀! ANYWAYYYY despite how extremely evil that was 😜🥺, it was 10/10 one of the coolest experiences of my life, I got an “I got napped” certificate AND it made me really happy when people approached me later saying they liked my scene (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ THANK U NEST FOR CHOOSING MEEEE! 🩷

This was the first gathering I been to with a partner and he was beyond lovely and supportive and we didn’t struggle with feeling any kind of restrictions due to each other .. and this means a lot because I intend on going to gatherings for as long as I can and the fact that that won’t interfere with my love life is truly a dream come true for me :)

Oh, and I experienced getting t-worded by one of my most sadistic gal pals in a fully nylon body suit and 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I think my soul left my body that day lmaoooo RIP ME

Those are the highlights!!! This post really is a summary but happy to share more details if there are any questions 😁 thank you for reading and for following along this lil journey with me <3 I adore and appreciate all of you here with me right now! We’ve come a long way 🥰 maybe see some of you next year!!! 👀😙 that would be amazing!

[itsjulesstuff]

@rosekillermicrofic 🥀 28 - 29 - 30 July 🥀 Prompt: Smile- Hair - Eyeliner 🥀 Words count: 280

🥀

Tonight is their night. After their victory against the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the Slytherins must absolutely celebrate.

And Barty can’t wait to get down on the dance floor, drink with his friends and have fun.

After getting a shower, he starts to get himself ready.

He wants everyone’s attention on him, so he has stolen Dorcas’ makeup bag.

Meanwhile Evan, who hates being late, is ready and he’s admiring himself in the mirror. His new shirt really suits him, it’s not too tight but everyone can see his fit body underneath.

-Eeeeeeev! Can you come here and help meeeee?? I can’t get my hair done… - Barty yells from the bathroom.

-I’m coming Bee, don’t cry! - Evan says, teasing him.

But Evan’s not ready for what he’s going to see: Barty, half naked, only with a towel around his waist, showing off all his tattoos. His hair is wet and pulled back and… on his eyelids, Evan can see a perfect thin line of eyeliner.

He’s stunning, so stunning that Evan has forgotten how to breathe.

-You’re staring, Rosie… Do you like my makeup? - Barty asks him with a bright and mischievous smile.

Evan’s eyes are locked on him: -Wow Bee, I don’t like it… I love it.

This makes Barty blush a little and giggle and Evan is quite proud of himself for Barty’s reaction. -Now come here, let me fix your hair. We’re going to be late…

At the party, for some strange reason, Barty has only searched for Evan’s attention; it seems to him that all the other people have disappeared.

And, strangely, Evan’s always focused on Barty and can’t take his eyes off him.

[xenyasplacex]

Hibiscus

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader (Blurb)

Summary: Chris has a little present for his grilfriend

Warnings: Cursing, Spiders, screaming???? (That’s it i think, Lmk if i messed anything)

A/N: i literally never write fluffy stuff like this but here you go 🙃

Also it’s only small bc i’m about to get on my grinddddd

“Babe look at what i found” Chris yelled over the crashing of the waves as he ran over to his girlfriend who was kneeling on one of their beach towels

“I’m making a video Chris, what is it?” Y/N replied, slightly annoyed that he had interrupted her tiktok just as she had hit record.

“This is more important than your tiktok, look at this,” Chris said excitedly, shoving a huge slightly metallic looking spider in her face.

Y/n’s widened in our horror as she saw the spider in his hand. She hated spiders, not the the extent that she started to panic as soon as a spider was even mentioned but to the extent where a spider being stuck in her face freaked her out. 

“Chris, get that thing away from me. What the hell?” She screamed as she quickly stood up and backed away from him, only for chris to come closer to her.

“Oh come on babe, you don’t like my present?” He asked chasing after her as she started running away from him and towards the water.

“Chris no!” She screamed back, crashing into the water in an attempt to get away from him.

After swimming further into the ocean for a little while she turned around in an attempt to disarm Chris, but she couldn’t find him.  She turned left and right but there was no sign of her boyfriend at all, until and she felt a tickle on her shoulder coming from behind her. She quickly turned around seeing Chris right in-front of her with three hibiscus flowers in his hand. All the fear she had in her before suddenly disappeared and he heart swelled, butterflies starting to flutter at the bottom of her stomach.

“You didn’t like my gift?” He asked again, this time causing his girlfriend to laugh a little before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a warm, loving kiss to his lips.

The two seemingly got lost in each other, they didn’t know how long they had been kissing before The two got splashed with see water.

“You guys are gross.” Matt Yelled over the crashing of the waves followed by Nick yelling “Yeah, get a room, we’re in fucking public!”

yninstagram: He’s such a Cutie Patootie 🎀🎀

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christophersturniolo: FLOWERS ARE FROM MEEEEE

↳ yninstagram: Yesssss i love youuuu

nicolassturniolo: You guys make me sick to my stomach

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↳ yninstagram: Mad bc the toothfairy only left you $5

matthew.Sturniolo: Ewww yall are so cute it’s disgusting

↳ yninstagram: LMAOO thanks mlll 💞💞

Luvvv

Xenya 🖤

[mystwrites]

Hello, If its not too much can i request lee Kunikida and ler Dazai (platonic) with 🍉 and 🎮. Feel free to decline and i hope you have a lovely day. ❤️

My 200 Followers Event is still open!

Kunikida had no idea how Dazai managed to get him away from the office. He never had any real intentions of getting invested in video games but here they were, three laps into Mario Kart. He furrowed his eyebrows as he frantically pressed the keys on his controller, desperate to stay in front of his colleague. He was going to beat Dazai at Mario Kart if it’s the last thing he did! He was sure of if!

“C’mon Kunikida kun!~” Dazai taunted, his tongue poking out playfully as he elbowed his friend.

“Stop that!” Kunikida hissed, shoving Dazai in response. “I’m trying to focus!”

“And I’m trying to win!” Dazai argued back, reaching out to poke Kunikida’s side.

Kunikida flinched and growled but kept his eyes on the TV, desperate to beat Dazai which he thankfully was. However, he had to stay focused. Dazai could easily beat him if he let his guard down.

“Ku-ni-ki-da-kun!!” Dazai sang, emphasizing each word with a poke to Kunikida’s side.

If there’s one thing Dazai knew, it was that Kunikida wasn’t very ticklish. Compared to Atsushi, Kunikida just had no real reaction whenever Dazai tickled his sides, neck or stomach. The poet did have one specific ticklish spot that unlocked one other spot though. One single poke there and Dazai knew his friend would be done for.

“Don’t you even think about it you bastard!” Kunikida spoke up, fully aware of Dazai’s intention as he watched a finger raise in his peripheral vision.

“But I didn’t even do anything yet!” Dazai whined, leaning on Kunikida’s shoulder. “Stop beating meeeee!!”

“Well you might wanna try harder then, you idiot.” Kunikida scoffed, smirking as he got ahead of Dazai. “Oh yeah! Now we’re talking!”

Grumbling, Dazai took a seat on the couch, glaring at Kunikida who sat hunched over on the floor, focused on his current task. Slowly, Dazai scooted closer to the blonde, smiling when Kunikida barely acknowledged his movements.

With his friend now unaware of what would go down, it left room to catch the man off guard. Dazai placed his hands on either side of Kunikida and squeezed just below his ribcage, grinning like a goon as Kunikida let out a yell and hurled the controller across the room.

“GAAAHHH!!! WHAT THE AAIIYYYEEE!!” came Kunikida’s shocked cry. “Nooo!!! The controller!!!”

“Hey! Don’t break my controllers, Kunikida kun!” Dazai cried, digging in with more force.

“MMMMM!! D-Dazai, you menace!” Kunikida huffed, grunting as Dazai continued squeezing his sides. “W-why are you touching me?!?”

“Oh no particular reason.~” Dazai responded, gently gliding his fingers up and down Kunikida’s ribs.

“D-Dazai…let go! I need to grab the controller…HHNNGGG!!”

Kunikida was now struggling not to laugh, Dazai now fueled by his sheer desire to make Kunikida break. He desperately wanted to catch the blonde off guard by suddenly squeezing a new spot in hopes Kunikida would react.

Dazai did just that, making his squeezes more deliberate and intense. Before he knew it, Kunikida was sputtering and trying his hardest not to laugh. Dazai knew that eventually he would crack and kept squeezing from his hips to the underside of Kunikida’s ribs. He’s never failed at making Kunikida break and knew it would just be a matter of seconds before he attained his victory.

“S-stop!!” Kunikida gasped, squeezing his arms tightly against his sides. “This is childish!! Quit this nonsense!!”

“Heheheee!” Dazai only continued, his skilled fingers nimbly dancing along Kunikida’s sides, finally making him laugh earnestly as his fingers kneaded up his ribs. “Ooh! Now you’re ticklish along your ribs? Do I need to make you laugh first before you become ticklish all over?~”

Kunikida shook his head. “S-stohop! Ahaha! Dahahazai you ahahahasshole!! Stop cheating!!”

“Cheating? Me? I’d never!” Dazai gasped, acting all hurt and dramatic before shoving his hands under Kunikida’s arms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! There we go, Kunikida kun! That’s what I wanna hear!~”

The dam was finally broken and Kunikida’s wonderful laughter filled the living room as Dazai tickled his neck, tummy and hips. Overjoyed, Dazai just had to continue and jumped on top of his friend, giggling mischievously as he forced more cackles out of Kunikida.

No spot was left untouched. Dazai was pleased to find that the surprise armpit tickles unlocked ticklish spots he ever knew Kunikida had. A brush to the neck had Kunikida snorting, tasing his ribs caused him to squirm and squeezes up and down his sides left him wheezing.

“Da-HAAAA! Dazai! Dammit! Ahahaa! You better stop before I kick your scrawny a-AAHHHAHAHAA!!” Kunikida all but broke when two hands found their way back under his arms. “YOU AHAHARE A JEHEHERK!!”

“Sorry, Kunikida kun. This is how I will win!~” Dazai cooed, continuing to knead under Kunikida’s arms.

As Kunikida laughed and fell over, Dazai took the opportunity to grab his controller once more and cross the finish line, laughing and fist pumping the air as he released Kunikida from his tickly embrace. The blonde groaned and rubbed his sides while he walked to pick up the controller he threw, sending a glare at the brunette the whole time. Dazai paid it no mind though. He was just happy he made his friend laugh and beat him at Mario Kart.

“Heheheee!!” Dazai giggled, poking his tongue out. “I won!~”

Suddenly, Dazai squawked as a pillow from his couch whacked him in the face. Now sprawled out on the couch, Dazai held his cheek in shock before letting out a yell as Kunikida whacked him again.

“GRRR!! YOU MADE ME BREAK THE CONTROLLER YOU ASS!!” the man fumed, continuously beating Dazai with the pillow.

“Aahh! Ow!! Ahhaha!! That’s your fault for OW! Hurling the controller across the ro-OOOHOHOHOOM!!” Dazai cried, feeling hands on his sides. “No! Kunikida kun noooo!!”

“Yes! I think I’ll have my revenge and tickle you silly!” Kunikida snarled, tickling Dazai within an inch of his life. “You’re gonna pay for that, Dazai!!”

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this! Kunikida and Dazai’s interactions never fail to entertain me! They’re so silly!🤣Thank you for the request!

[lucifersgirl]

Gifts

I DID IT! WOOHOO! This took me SO. FREAKING. LONG. But it’s done and ready for y’all! Love you, my beautiful people! Enjoy!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

You were in the hotel’s kitchen making cookies for all of the residents. Charlie had asked you to do something to celebrate the seventh month of the hotel being around, so you decided to make the one thing that everyone loved.

No one was really in the hotel then; Charlie and Vaggie were out looking for more guests, Angel Dust was at work, Husker was out at a club somewhere and Nifty had gone with Alastor to see Rosie in Cannibal Town. The only ones in the hotel were you and Lucifer.

Just then, Lucifer walked into the kitchen.

A smile was plastered on your face. “Hello, darling!” You greeted him.

Lucifer didn’t answer.

You furrowed your brows. “What’s going on, Lucifer?” You asked. He rarely acted like that.

“Nothing,” Lucifer spat. “Everything’s fine.”

You were a bit taken aback. This was definitely new. “Are you okay, Luci?” You asked concerned.

“I said I’m fine! What are you, deaf or something? And don’t call me ‘Luci’, okay? It’s stupid.” He yelled in your face.

Tears pricked in your eyes and a blush fell over your face. “Did I do something?”

Lucifer looked at you. His eyes were full of anger and hurt, but he didn’t say anything.

“Lucifer,” a tear fell down your face, “what did I do?”

“Everything,” he accused.

You were both silent as more tears dropped from your eyes.

Lucifer’s gaze softened and he bowed his head. “I’m so, so sorry, yn.”

You wiped your eyes. “For what?”

“It was just supposed to be a joke. I didn’t think you would cry…” he trailed off.

The sadness that you had been feeling slowly but surely turned into anger. “What?”

“I-I didn’t mean to…I just…umm…” Lucifer stumbled over his words.

You tanked on his hand and bent him over the counter. “What is wrong with you?” You angrily asked him.

“H-hey, put me down! I said I’m sorry!” Lucifer looked around, scared of what you were doing. His feet dangled just above the floor, which was quite embarrassing for him.

“You are terrible,” you hissed in his ear. You started to slowly grope his ass.

He whimpered at your harsh words and the movements of your hands against his arse. “I’m sorry! Really, I am!”

You slapped his ass. Hard.

Lucifer yelped in pain. “I’m sorry!” He looked at you with his best puppy dog eyes, begging you to stop. He gripped the edges of the counter so that he wouldn’t fall off.

You slapped him again. And again. “How could you? You scared the shit out of me!” You belittled him.

Lucifer cried out. “I-ow!-I didn’t mean to-agh!-make you so-gah!-upset!”

You were silent. You wanted him to feel ignored, just how you had felt when he had walked into the kitchen. You wanted him to feel truly sorry for what he had done.

“Owowow…” Lucifer hissed. “I’m s-ANGH-so sorry! Pl-AH-easeeee! D-HNGH-don’t be s-AHM-so mean t-HAH-to meEEee!” He cried out in agony as you stayed silent.

He continued to babble and beg you to stop, but you didn’t bring your motions to a halt. You pulled his pants down and slapped him again.

Lucifer’s eyes filled with tears. “You-OW!-you’re hurting m-ANGH-me!” He cried out in pain as you continued to spank him relentlessly.

You hit his ass for a few more minutes while he was in his boxers before stripping him of those as well.

“S-s-OH!-stop! St-OW!-stop, pl-UNGH-please! OW!” Lucifer’s knuckles turned white because he was gripping the counter so tightly.

You slapped him a few minutes more before you heard the door to the hotel open. You stopped what you were doing and put Lucifer back on the floor. “Pull up your pants and go to our bedroom,” you demanded as you pointed to the stairs.

Lucifer nodded, put his clothes back on and ran up the stairs, crying the entire way.

“Hello, yn! How are you? How are the cookies?” Charlie came bursting into the kitchen with Vaggie by her side.

“It’s going really well!” You smiled at them. “How did your search go?”

Charlie’s smile faltered a bit. “Nobody. But tomorrow will be a better day! I’m sure of it. Right, Vaggie?”

“Right,” she said. “Sure.”

“Well, the cookies are almost done,” you said. “After they’re finished, would it be okay if I went up to my room to rest a bit?” You asked with a hopeful tone.

“Of course!” Charlie replied. “You look like you could use one. Thank you for making cookies, though! They smell delicious!”

“Thanks!”

“Just call for us if you need us,” Vaggie told you. “And don’t burn yourself.”

“Don’t worry, Vaggie, I won’t.”

The couple walked out of the kitchen door just as the oven timer went off. The first cookies were done. A sly smile moved across your face as you put the second sheet of cookies in the oven. You would be up to the bedroom in just a few minutes.

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Lucifer was in full panic mode. His ass hurt like hell and he knew you weren’t done with him. He ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. “Oh, what do I do…” he whispered. He looked at his bottom through his pants in the mirror. He could see that it was extremely red through the fabric. “Oh, boy,” he whimpered. “That’s not good.” Tears were still streaming down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that…” he thought aloud. He materialized some flowers and chocolate, thinking that maybe you would be in a better mood if you were given an apology gift. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He looked towards the door and tried to stop his crying by wiping his eyes.

The door creaked open. You walked into the room and shut the door quietly behind you.

Lucifer audibly gulped. “H-hi,” he stuttered a bit.

“Hi,” you replied.

“I, um, I got you something,” he said. He handed you the flowers and chocolate. “To say I’m sorry,” he added.

You smiled and your eyes widened. “Thank you.”

Lucifer’s hands trembled. “Are you gonna hit me again?” He asked. His bottom lip started to quiver.

You shook your head. “Not anymore.”

Lucifer sighed in relief. “You scared me there, yn.”

“I know,” you said, “I’m sorry. I was just angry that you would think making me mad would be funny or whatever.”

Lucifer shook his head. “I didn’t think it would be funny. Alastor told me you liked it when people were mad at you, so I thought I’d give it a try.”

Your eyes widened. “You listened to Alastor? For relationship advice?”

Lucifer laughed. “Yeah. Not the greatest idea, huh?” He wiped his eyes again, the tears beginning to stop.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

“Fine. You just scared me, that’s all.”

You gave him a peck on the lips. And another. And another. Soon, you were both on your shared bed, taking off each others clothes.

Lucifer groaned softly, his tongue exploring your mouth as yours did his. He unbuttoned your blouse and unclipped your bra, exposing your lovely breasts. His hands went to your mounds and he gently started to grope them.

You moaned as you ran your hands down his sides, finally reaching the hem of his pants. You slowly pulled them off. Then, you gently took his boxers off as well. You saw how red his ass was out of the corner of your eye. It was a wonder that he could even sit down without crying. “I’m sorry,” you said in between kisses, “for hurting you.” You ran your fingers down his back and through his hair.

“It’s okay,” Lucifer told you before he continued to kiss you lovingly. “I’m sorry f’r hurting you too.”

“‘s alright,” you replied. Your hands went to his cock and you swiped your thumb over the tip.

Lucifer moaned in your mouth and furrowed his brows. His member twitched and leaked pathetically. He bucked his hips into your hand, craving more pressure and more of your warmth. He tilted his head back and let out a whimper as you stroked his lengthy dick. “Oh, dear god,” he moaned as you moved your hand faster and faster.

You giggled. “Feel good, Luci?”

Lucifer could only answer with a breathy whine. You laid him down on the bed and straddled him. “Mhm…yeah…oh, yeah…don’t-a-ah-don’t stop…ooh~…god, that’s g-good…hngh…ugh…ahm…a-angh…” he whimpered as you picked up the pace of your hand.

You licked Lucifer’s slit and he writhed beneath you, tears falling from his eyes. You took your other hand and massaged his balls. He bucked up into your hand as his chest heaved and his cock twitched and leaked. Precum coated his tip and was dripping down his shaft. His moans got louder and more frequent as you continued to toy with his balls and his member.

“Hah-angh…g-g’nna c-cum…oh~…close…c-close, yn, clo-OH-ose…oh, god, close…HAH…y-yn, pleaseeee…fuckfuckfuuuuuuuuuuck…ooh~…OHGODFUCKCUMMING!” Lucifer screamed as his orgasm hit him quickly and harshly.

You rode him through his orgasm, still slowly pumping his cock.

Lucifer’s chest stopped moving so quickly and he calmed down, the tears streaming down his face finally slowing.

You sucked on your fingers and coated them in spit before sliding them into your slick pussy. You hissed as your digit curled inside you, readying you for Lucifer’s big dick. You slipped a second finger in soon after the first. Then a third.

Lucifer watched your facial expressions intently. “M-may I help?” He stuttered, still a bit dizzy due to his orgasm that had happened just a minute before.

You smiled down at him. “Go right ahead, baby,” you said as you guided his hand to your cunt.

Lucifer eagerly slipped two delicate fingers into you, making your brain go fuzzy with pleasure. He smiled and swiftly turned you so that you faced away from him on all fours.

“L-Luci~…” you moaned as your eyes rolled back in you head.

“You like that?” Lucifer smirked as he slid a third finger into your hole.

You nodded and bucked your hips into his hand, desperately trying to get him to go deeper.

Lucifer giggled and moved his face to your pussy. Suddenly, he flipped you over again and buried his face in your cunt.

“A-ah, L-Lucif-fer…angh!” You whined and gripped his head to keep your balance.

He moaned into your clit, knowing that it drove you crazy. His cock was already hard again just from hearing your moans and whimpers of pleasure. His nails dug into your thighs as he focused on making you feel like heaven. He licked a stripe from your clit to your cunt and dove into your pussy again. His long, forked tongue hit your g-spot over and over.

“L-Lucifer~…g’nna c-AH-cum…HNGH~…” you whimpered as the cool in your stomach began to grow.

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” Lucifer replied. “Cum on my tongue, baby, you can do it.”

Your moans increased and your legs began to shake. Lucifer curled his tongue inside you and the coil in your stomach snapped. You screamed as your orgasm overcame you.

Lucifer lapped up your cum, trying not to let a single drop go to waste.

When you had calmed down, you gently pushed Lucifer over onto his back and hovered above his dick. “Ready?” You asked.

Lucifer nodded, eager to feel your tight pussy around his girthy length.

You dropped down on him quickly, which hurt just a bit.

Lucifer gasped and held onto your waist, his nails digging into your hips. “H-holy sh-shit, ba-by…gah!” He whimpered loudly as tears sprung into his eyes. “Please-hah-please m-move, ho-ney…mmph!”

You rolled your hips and started to bounce on his cock at a mile a minute.

Lucifer’s eyes rolled back into his head. His wings, tail and horns popped out. He bucked up into your cunt and moaned at the top of his lungs. He could barely put a sentence together without whimpering and whining desperately. “G-god…HAH~…b-be gen-HNNGH-gentle w-with meEEee…fffffffuuuuuuuuck…mmh…plEAse…pleasepleaseeee…GAH!…s-slow-AGH!-slow d-OH!-down…mmn~…ohdeargod!” He clawed at your waist as he begged for you to steady your movements. His eyes were closed, tears spilling over from his eyes. Drool hung from the corner of his mouth. His wings flapped and his tail wagged uncontrollably.

You only sped up, however. You felt that coil in your stomach again and you moaned out. You grabbed a butt-plug out of a drawer in your dresser and slowly pressed it into Lucifer’s asshole.

Lucifer cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the plug sunk into him. His horns had fire in between them and his tail straightened out. Tears poured from his face and he screamed as you picked up the pace again.

You leaned slightly back and moved the plug inside of him.

Lucifer’s legs shook and he arched his back. “A-AH!…OHGODOHGOD…HMMNGH!…C-OOH-CUMMING!…FUCKFUCKFUCKFFFUUUUUCK!…G’NNA…G’NNA CUM!…OHGOD!” He howled as his orgasm approached rapidly.

“C-ahm-cum f’me, p-pretty bo-oy?” You managed as tears spilled down your cheeks. Your orgasm was close as well, and you clenched around Lucifer’s dick as it hit you like a brick. You moaned uncontrollably as you squirted all over Lucifer’s shaft.

Lucifer shrieked and screeched as his orgasm neared. You were milking him for all he had, and it made him go insane. “C-CUMMING!” Was all he could yelp before his seed painted your walls white. He squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brows as his cum filled you to the brim.

You both stayed there for a moment, trying to calm down. “G-good?” You asked tiredly.

Lucifer nodded. “Mhm,” he replied. His eyes were still shut tight as he tried to control his breathing.

When you had both relaxed a bit, you slowly lifted yourself up and off of Lucifer’s dick. You and Lucifer hissed as even the slightest movement overstimulated the both of you. You sat down on the bed and pulled the butt-plug out of Lucifer’s asshole.

Lucifer arched his back and gasped as you slowly and meticulously took the plug out. After you were done, he just barely sat up and materialized a wipe to clean you both off with. When he had cleaned both himself and you, he snapped his fingers and new sheets replaced the old ones. Lucifer held out his arms to you and smiled weakly.

You smiled back and embraced him in a gentle hug. “Sleepy?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled.

You both drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes, holding each other in a warm hug.

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Angel laughed uncontrollably at the bar with Husker. He took a sip of his drink and giggled some more.

Husker chuckled. “Think I could make you scream like that?” He asked.

Angel fixed his eyes on Husk. “Wanna find out?”

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[lime-sprunki]

WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE (UN)OFFICIAL LIME ASK BLOGG!!! Info below cut!

OKAY let’s start with some rules!

NO. AND I MEAN NO NSFW (suggestive jokes are ok but nothing weird!)

please don’t criticize how i portray OWACKX everyone has headcanons especially since we don’t know much

ill accept (and encourage) other sprunki ask blogs to send asks!

Ok with most ships js ask!

Some headcanons that are apparent in this blog:

He yells. A lot

hes like emo? Scene? Idk he’s something

kinda dumb from getting bashed on the head with a hammer by raddy

him and raddy don’t hate each other but they don’t like each other either

voice claim is tweek from south park

I WILL BE DRAWING RESPONSES TO ASKS

DO. NOT. SPAM. ASKS.

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other than that ask away!!!!!!!1!1!2!2

[giggly-squiggily]

I highly feel that Geto is way too stressed and Gojo senses that. I feel that Gojo would totally wreck him to relieve some of that stress. To just slow down and laugh freely.

KERKJER Thank you so much, anon! And AHH! Lee!Geto!!! I need fluff after these past few episodes of JJK, lemme tell you! I've gotcha covered, y'all!

CW: Swearing, Panic Attacks

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Midterms are coming up, I need to study-

My new technique has too many quirks to use-

Why are we doing this? What’s the point of it all-

Did I turn off the stove this morning? Oh god- Gojo couldn’t hear these thoughts, but he knew Geto long enough to read the dread on his friend’s face like a paperback novel. Staring at his friend spiraling, he reached out and flicked him in the forehead.

“Ow! The hell’s wrong with you, Satoru?” Geto flailed, shocked out of his reverie as he glared daggers at him. “What is it?”

“You’re doing it again.”

Geto froze over, eyes going blank and jaw slightly slacked. Then he flushed, ears red as he averted his gaze, slumping. “How bad was it?”

“Like you were witnessing a murder. Or Shoko stealing your rice balls.” Gojo grinned as he reached out, shaking Geto’s shoulder. “Come on, Suguru- breathe! Whatever’s got you freaking out will work itself out. It always does!”

“It’s not that easy. Sure, logically I know things are gonna be fine, but my brain won’t accept that! I can’t get it to shut down and I just-” Caught in a whirlwind of sudden emotion, Geto bowed his head in defeat, slumping forward like a slacked marionette. “I just…”

“Hey, hey- breathe. Seriously.” Dropping his teasing tone, Gojo rested his hand on Geto’s back, rubbing small circles. “Just breathe right now. Nice and slow…”

Geto did so, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he gasped around shaky breaths. He barely heard Gojo’s voice anymore, but that was fine. The hand on his back was more than reassuring. Slowly, he was brought out of his near-panic attack. “Sorry.”

“Pfft- you’re such a sap.” Relieved his friend sounded better, Gojo did what he did best. He began poking Geto. “Next you’re gonna tell me how grateful and appreciative you are of me! Just like a shoujo manga! Come on, confess your love!”

“Ah! Aheahaha, screhehehw yoohohohohu! Sahhahatohohoru!” Geto shot back at the sudden tickle, trying and failing to block out Gojo’s hands. “Cuuhuhuhut it ohohohohut! Aheahhaha, dohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? Don’t hold back your feelings? It’s okay- let them out! Tell me how much you looooove me!” Gojo sang, bringing one hand to Suguru’s neck as the other wormed beneath his arm. They weren’t nearly his most ticklish spots, but damn if they didn’t get Geto giggling like nobody’s business! “Tell me you think I’m the prettiest boy in the world!”

“Aheahhahaha, lihihihihike hehehheell yoohohohohu ahahahahre! Aheahhahaha, Sahhahatou!” Geto tried to lean away from the other, but Gojo simply followed, climbing on top of him as he pressed into his armpits. “Gehhehhet ohohohoohohohoff!”

“Never! I’m attached to you forever and ever!” Gojo sang, deciding to be bold and going straight for Geto’s hips. “Suguru~ Tell me you love meeeee~”

“AHAHA!” The green haired teen let out a scream, nearly sending the other off with how hard he jerked at the feeling. “SAHHAHTORU!”

“Suguru!” Gojo yelled back, laughing like a hyena as Geto howled and cackled beneath him, feet kicking and torso arching upward in vain attempts to grab the hands massaging his hips. “Look at you, you’re so giggly now! Tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle, Suguru!”

If he could, Geto would verbally rip his white haired menace of a friend a new one. Alas, Gojo had effectively silenced him- no really; he was going for the dips of his hips that never failed to have him tea-kettle wheezing in place of booming laughter.

With the little strength he had left, he reached out and grabbed Gojo’s sides, squeezing right along the spot he knew his friend was ticklish in. Gojo yelped and jerked, hands coming away from Geto’s hips to grab his wrists. That was the opportunity he needed.

“Whoa!” The world twisted, the ground was suddenly the sky, and above him- a flushed face, heavy breathing Geto glared down at him. “Hey there, gorgeous- how you’ve been?”

“You…huhuhush.” Geto growled without any malice, suddenly too tired to tickle back. Below him, Gojo got comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head and wagging his brows with a small smirk. When Geto met his eye once more, he blew a kiss.

“I hate you.” He groaned as Gojo laughed, falling onto his side and off the other. “You’re so annoying- why are we friends again?”

“Cause we’re the only ones who can stand each other's company.” Gojo winked, earning a light shove. “I don’t mind it if we were the last two on earth; though I bet you’d get bored of me after a while.”

“Never.” The words came automatically and swiftly. Geto blinked- even Gojo seemed taken aback by them. “I’d never get bored of you.” The more he said it, the more real it felt. “I’d be bored to tears without you if I’m being honest.”

“Ehe..you know, I was kidding earlier- about the whole confession thing.” Gojo tried to laugh it off, his cheeks starting to turn pink. “You don’t have to get all sappy with me.”

“No, I mean it. Really.” Geto turned so he was on his side, facing the other. “You’re a real pain in the ass, and half the time I want to strangle you, but you’re also my best friend and one of the coolest guys I’ve ever known. You’re there to keep me from spiraling whenever my headspace gets bad, and you always make me laugh. You find these ridiculous things for us to try whenever you travel, and you always send me pictures of you posing in ridiculous places. You’re important to me. Really, you might be one of the only reasons I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth right about now, so…thanks for that.”

Gojo was quiet as he listened, staring up at the sky as he took in every word. His lips were flat, and he was blinking rather rapidly. “You really are a sap, you know that?” He grinned, his voice somewhat wobbly.

“Oak or maple?” Geto grinned, making Gojo cackle.

“Now kiss me you fool!” Gojo threw himself on top of him, making kissy noises and messing up his hair as Geto laughed beneath him. Soon they were wrestling once more, throwing grass in eachother’s faces and jabbing at tickle spots. It was utterly ridiculous yet special at the same time.

It was just as Gojo said; all of it worked out in the end somehow.

Thanks for reading!

[exorcqism]

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

„𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, light sex, little degrading, not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 728

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; i’m not finna make this too long cuz ngl im tired. another story gone be out later type shit. reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D

“get over here,” sukuna boomed as he lay faced down on the bed. you rolled your eyes at him. you didn’t understand your relationship dynamic. the curse had you going around the house, working you like a dog. he even declared that you’d be working for him.

you cooked his meals, you ran his bath water, you did everything. hell, he even made you clean him. today, you were giving him a massage. you mentally roll your eyes and get onto the bed.

“and don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. put some force into it and stop acting like a timid slut.” sukuna continued, closing his eyes and making himself comfortable. your eyebrows furrowed. this was your chance to make him feel some pain.

your hands pressed down onto his back, making sure he’d groan out of discomfort. sukuna opened an eye and glanced back at you.

“i said act like you know what you’re doing, not make my back hurt even more.” he rolled his four eyes at you before closing them again. “if you wanna feel pain, i can show it to you.”

his voice was raspy like he had just woken up from a nap. you knew what he meant by that. though his threats of killing you made you a bit nervous, he wasn’t going to do that.

he didn’t wanna lose his pretty little servant.

you continued to massage him in your rough ways, not really caring what sukuna would do to you. in one swift moment, he took you and pulled you down so he was on top of you. you could feel his sharp nails digging into your skin, drawing a bit of blood.

“maybe you want me to hurt you. is that it? a pathetic human like you would like that.” ryomen smirked. you sucked on your bottom lip when you saw his member peeking out from his pants. you pondered your ideas.

let sukuna raw dog you or attempt to stop him and take another scolding from him. you really didn’t feel like hearing him yelling at you.

you went to help him remove his pants but he stopped you. he removed your pants and slipped his hand down into your black panties that you got from victoria’s secret. he pushed them to the side and began rimming you with his index finger.

“should i go slow or should i make it hurt, just like you want?” sukuna asked before kissing you on the lips. as he did, he sucked on your lip, gently biting down on it. instead of letting you choose your own fate, he jammed his fingers down into you deeply, plunging into your pool of fluids. you gasped, feeling his sharp nails graze your skin.

as if you moaning and moving your hips to feel his digits weren’t enough for him, he took his fingers out and put his weight down on top of you. he’d take his length from his boxers and push it into you. you could hear the squishing noises over your pleasured sighs.

your moans were loud but sukuna wanted you to scream for him. he started thrusting harder and faster into you, that squelching sound between your legs getting louder. even the sound of his skin making contact with yours was overpowering you.

ryomen was turning you into a pretzel. your legs were behind your head and he was ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. he had a tight grip on your throat that was preventing you from looking in any other direction.

you had a wet spot underneath you to mark your past orgasms during your moment together. the second you looked down, sukuna would push your head back up and backhand you.

“i didn’t do this just for you to be scared and look away from me. now face me and make a mess for me. i know you can.” the curse said, putting his fingers into your mouth so you could taste the pleasure you were drowned in.

unexpectedly, you made your third and final mess for sukuna. you were exhausted after all the force he was putting into you, making your body move in ways that you couldn’t even comprehend on your own.

“good job,” ryomen smirked at you, “maybe i’ll give you a break for being such a good girl for me.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.