#god my HANDS are sweating 😖😖😖

[inkykeiji]

sorry i can’t talk right now i’m busy making selfship playlists for ryuuri and osari <33333

(i’m kidding i have absolutely no songs for either yet but drop pop candy reminds me of chuuri for no reason at all)

(don’t tell dabi)

[toji-bunny-girl]

subby panty sniffer loser!shigaraki i cant stop thinking abt 😖

Shigaraki has always hated you.

Ever since All For One brought you in, and your jaded eyes first met his—you’ve always goaded an odd, frustrating burn in him. At first, you both merely ignored each other’s presence. And he has always preferred that. Then things soon got annoying when you started cozying up to him and trying to be friends with him. It’s fucking irritating and the burn gets worst the closer you press yourself into his space.

All it took for you to switch it up was his unrequited demeanour to your friendliness. It’s a bit too easy, really. A harsh word or two and a sneer at your face already got him on your bitch-list—just like everyone else would.

Everybody’s the same.

And you’re nothing special. That’s what he tells himself, repeatedly, over the years. Even when the glow in his belly comes alive whenever you brush pass him, his eyes memorised the curves of your grown body behind the curtains of his shaggy hair and god—the sweet, head-spinning scent of your underwear that sends his nerves tingling.

Yes, you’re nothing but a pest. A pest who always leaves her clothes in the laundry room, and often finds her panties gone without a trace.

Stupid and forgetful and—

“What…the hell?”

The hair on his nape flew erect, prickly dots snaked beneath his skin in a shot the moment he heard your voice—laced in utter disbelief and disgust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You weren’t supposed to collect your laundry this early yet. Weren’t you supposed to be training with All for One?!

“So, you’re the panty thief?” you sneered at him, the same way he would at you. You would’ve never in a million years even think of the scene in front of you—Shigaraki Tomura, who openly despises you, rubbing his cock with your panty? “What a joke.”

His pale face grew crimson red from the blood that rushed through his pulsing veins, his pride ripped from his clutch with every blink of your eyes soaking the embarrassing sight of him. God, he wanted to die right then and there. He shouldn’t have initially neared your laundry before, he should’ve ignored the tugging burn that urged him to touch the remnants that enveloped your bare body, and you shouldn’t have came here in the first place!

His thoughts are chasing after his sanity, and his heart threatened to beat its hard last. You’re nearing him and his sweating form with every dreadful step, and his body had the guts to feel…excited—his cock throbbed and the familiar burn came roaring through his vessels again.

Just what are you doing to him?

You snatched the damp piece of underwear from his grasp, soaked with his sticky precum, and his cockhead twitched from the lost warmth that previously hugged his shaft.

He’s now bare, blood continued to pump his cock hard as you stared at the mere size of his—length and girth you’d never thought would be hiding behind his dirty clothes; tip flushed in a pretty shade of pale pink, and veins that stemmed from the bush of light blue. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears as you looked, and he almost lost of your words from the beating.

“Is this some kind of perverted hobby you have? I always knew you’re weird, but not to this extent,” you threw your underwear aside before shoving him, his back roughly bumped into the wall behind. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to say—and what to do other than to watch how you’re reacting to this twisted mess.

You’re staring at his twitching cock when his gaze flickered to your face, his hot panting hazed the air and it scorched your cheeks in a burnt shade. What are you thinking?

“It’s only fair for me to touch you after you’ve been jerking off to my panty, right?” it’s almost a reassurance for your own self than to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.

“W-What are you doing?!” he bit his bottom lip to muffle a moan, fingers curling into fists against the wall, nails poking into his flesh.

“Entertaining myself with a freak like you,” you snickered, stroking his veiny shaft with your cold fingers. Shigaraki shuddered to your touch, the nerve-numbing burn soaring through his stomach as his chest rose and fell quicker by the second.

“Get your d-dirty hand off of me,” his breath hitched as he stretched his throat, pushing his head against the cool wall. His toes curled as you pumped his length, and his nerves tingled from the sight of you staring at his cock with that look in your eyes.

“You seem to enjoy it, hm? I thought you hated me, I can’t believe you’ve been busting over my fucking panty. Do you have a crush on me or what?”

“Y-You…hngh—bitch!”

“I didn’t know a mutt could talk…much less call me a bitch?” your grip tightened, unforgivingly so around his slippery cockhead, earning a pretentious grunt—which tumbled out of his chapped lips in the form of a pathetic moan. “What was that? You sound like a little girl,” his cheeks burned in embarrassment as you made fun of him, your snickers ringing in his hazy mind, taunting the pleasure that piled over his nerves. “I want an apology, you perverted loser.”

“N-No way—nngh!” Shigaraki’s sweat-glazed body jolted from every painful twist of your fingers, his thighs shaking from the way you’ve been abusing his cock; flashes of bloody ruby glinted from behind his greasy bangs. It’s funny, really. He thought he looks all fierce and intimidating when actually, he’s nothing but a slutty mess holding back his drool.

“It’s not a fucking request,” your hand wretched his face closer to yours, his eyes nearly melting under your flinty gaze.

“F-Fuwah—aanh!” his hips drew backwards in creeping sensitivity, and a loud slick sound bounced off of the lewd-seen walls as your nails flicked in contact with his twitching red tip.

“You know I’m impatient, hm? So hurry,” your thumb hastily rubbed over his leaking slit, splattering his pre-cum all over the both of your clothes. His body shook into your arms, jerking and whining as his hands scrambled to hold onto you for support.

“Mmmgh! Haa—” his weight slopped onto your body, and his heavy head rest against your shoulder as you continued to stoke his throbbing fat girth with your tightening grip. “So—aangh! S-Sorry, m’sorry!”

“Aww, who knew you’d sound cute when you all whiney,” your other hand rose to tilt his chin, his ruby eyes glistening with tears of desperation, drool slipping past his mouth as he clenched his teeth. “What a pathetic face.”

His hips pistoned into your hand, clumsily rocking forward and messing up the fine rhythm of strokes you had, his moans sounding more and more breathy—you could tell he was at the near edge. Drawing your face closer to him, your soft lips met his cracked ones just as a crooked cry leaped out of his dry throat, and you could feel his hot cum shooting onto your shirt, staining your top white with the smell of him.

Shigaraki stayed unmoving, merely gulped as you licked and wet his lips with your tender tongue, your saliva mixing and dripping down his chin. The burn in him wasn’t just a flame anymore, it had exploded into chains of reaction—his heart squeezed and insides bursted into a sloppy, chaotic mess.

Does he have a crush on you?

[angelfoxx]

Coddling Keegan while giving him a handjob😖😖he’s cuddled up to you, head buried in your neck while your hand pumps his cock slow nd sloppy, whines a little when you pay attention to his tip, rubbing it with your thumb, “feels good, baby? Hm?” While ruffling his hair❤️❤️

“You wanna cum, sweet boy? Yeah?” You murmur, practically babying him🫶🫶

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ SWEET BOY? ❞

…in which a very tired keegan gets special treatment.

FEATURING: keegan p russ (duh)

WARNINGS: obviously nsfw. mild overstim. mentions of crying. whoopsie

NOTE/S: hi anon hope u know i read this and my stomach clenched up. sorry just thought u should be aware

“Feel good?” Your voice is just a soft murmur, sickeningly sweet and practically dripping in endearment. “Is that good, Kee?”

The only response you get is a breathy half-groan.

Poor Keegan. Genuinely. He’d come back from what he dubbed a shit mission this past afternoon; nothing too risky. Just a job that the “regular” recruits hit a wall with. A job that he had to go finish, because apparently the general force couldn’t get the fucking thing done.

His next assignment? Tomorrow afternoon. Approximately twelve hours from now, he’d be out again.

The poor guy was fucking exhausted. Hell, he’d called you that morning from the bed of the truck, and…you know why he had to go, you know that it’s his job and all, but…Christ, he’d sounded so tired. Tired and strained and done. Every nerve in your body had been screaming at you to fawn over him the minute he got home; a warm bath, a hot mug of tea (black). Some soup, bowl steaming. Hell, you’d been wringing your hands together at the mere thought of washing his hair. It had become a regular practice at this point; whenever he came back from an assignment, you’d be there to give him a soft landing upon arriving home.

This time around, you didn’t have the time for that. Despite his arguments, you’d probably have a word with whatever shit-for-brains commander had been in charge of putting him on back-to-back assignments.

To focus on the task at hand. Or in hand, rather. Keegan had told you he didn’t want all of the fancy stuff; tea, sure. Soup, sure. The bath and everything? No, he’d just shower.

He wanted a hot mug of tea, a bowl of soup, and then he wanted you to make him feel better in the best way you knew how.

Hence; your current position.

You hadn’t even made it to the bed. Keegan hadn’t even finished his fucking soup. He’d been staring into it like a ghost; gaze vacant, face empty, eyeblack staining his skin charcoal-gray. Hell, the man had just thrown whatever clothes he could find on; just a plain white tee and sweats. For once, he hasn’t been careful with his gear; he’s got it slung haphazardly across the chair beside him. His fucking rifle is sitting on the thing like it’s also eating soup.

He didn’t have to say much. He just kind of shifted and looked you in the eye; sat back, opened his legs a little wider.

Upon swinging a leg over him and sitting in his lap, Keegan had all but deflated.

He’d smelled like soap. Kind of tasted like it, too. Either he had scrubbed off a layer of skin in the shower or he’d just neglected to fully rinse all of the shampoo out of his hair. Either way, you didn’t mind; the fact that he smelled vaguely of vanilla (because for some reason he continued to take your shampoo and not use his own) and he was just slumped back in the chair, weakly holding onto your head as you littered a trail of little marks along his throat…

…oh, sweet boy.

He thought the pet name was stupid. Usually. He’d laugh at you if you called him by it in most situations; the day he’d apparently decided it was safe enough to kiss you goodbye before he boarded the plane to head out on an assignment, you’d called him a sweet boy and Keegan, fully geared up in his vest and helmet with probably five different weapons strapped on around his waist, had just whistled and hummed in response.

Sweet boy, carrying a rifle and a knife and god-fucking-knows-what-else.

Now, though, he doesn’t complain. Either because he’s too tired to or because, right now, even he knows that it’s fitting. Big, beefy soldier, pretty blue eyes rolled back, pretty pink lips parted and pretty little mouth too tired to fight the quiet little noises that would normally remain buried under his tongue. His brow knits, and his nostrils flare, and — oh — his chest rises and his breath hisses in through his nose.

A fat pearl of pre swells up on his tip for a moment before you run your thumb over it and spread it across the blunt round of his cockhead.

It’s not fair to him. Maybe. You’re going so slow and you’re just lazily stroking him but he doesn’t seem to mind. Oh, not at all. His brow knits and his mouth opens a little further; he lets out a short, hoarse breath, chest puffing up before it shudders back down and the muscles along his neck flex.

“Deep breaths, Kee.” You lean forward, kissing the side of his cheek and biting back a grin when his entire body shudders. “Easy.”

“I’m ff…fffuckin’ trying.” Keegan’s voice is rough, strained breathlessly thin. “I’m ff…uhhhckin’ trying, princess, but…”

“Can’t?” You smile, body shuddering. “Aw. Sweet boy.”

Keegan tries to shoot you a glare. He tries. One squeeze of your hand closing over his cockhead has him tensing up again, head tipping back and jaw clenching up as he bites back another groan.

You don’t say anything. You could tease him more (hell, you’d be jumping at the chance any other time), but right now he’s almost pitiful. Sore, exhausted, run-down and on a tight deadline to head back out tomorrow.

The man deserves a break. He doesn’t deserve to be mocked. So you keep your mouth shut (at least, in regards to taunting him) and you tease your thumb over his slit in slow little circles.

Keegan’s body shudders. From somewhere deep in his chest, he groans, brow knitting and eyes squeezing shut. His hips buck up; his cock slides through your grasp, swollen and slick. He’s aching for release, aching for it; it’s like his self-control has been put out to float on a raft and is just drifting towards total euphoric collapse. His head lolls on his neck; he’s in a daze, exhaustion and pleasure mixing like a dreamy cocktail in his system.

“I’ll get a nice bath ready for you after this assignment. Sound good?” You grin as you swish your thumb over his tip and he stiffens, body wound tight and eyes rolling back in his head. He doesn’t give you a verbal response; he just groans, one of his hands pawing uselessly at your waist. His big hands, gloved hands, rough and callous…

The throaty auh Keegan lets out brings your head back into reality, just in time to see his jaw drop and his pretty lips form a pink O as his eyes squint and his lashes flutter. His cock jerks in your hands, and a dribble of thin pre runs down the joints of your fingers. His hips buck up; under that thin layer of cotton, you feel his abdomen flex tight.

Apparently embarrassed at his own sound, Keegan turns his face towards you. Messily, he thrusts his lips at yours; when your body ripples and your hand flexes, he groans, low and tired into your mouth. His skin is hot; he’s flustered, but he’s too tired to do much about it.

“You gonna fall asleep on me after this?” You manage a quiet laugh. “No real rounds?”

Keegan groans. His voice, when it does manage to come out, is throaty and hoarse. There’s a sort of grumble in his voice, a sort of sleepy drawl that has your knees weak. “Shit, if you want…”

You giggle, biting your tongue when you skim the tips of your fingers over the ridge of his head and he tenses, teeth sinking into his lip. “I don’t think you can, Kee. I really don’t.”

“Shut it.” Though his tone is gruff, a tease of your finger over his leaking slit has Keegan’s head lolling back and his eyes, pretty pools of sapphire blue, roll back as his lashes flutter. “I’ll just lay there. You…nngh…you can just get on top an’…”

Keegan’s body shudders. His shoulders lift off the back of the chair; there’s a tremor deep in his belly that you can feel under your hand as he slumps back again, stomach rolling forward and hips rolling up. His abdomen clenches and sucks in so hard you can see the outline of his abs through his shirt, despite the loose fit.

Close.

You’ve learned his bodily cues by now. He tenses, starts to breathe hard — you can hear air rasping in and out of his nose — and, yeah, he paws around until he can grab onto your wrist, fingers wrapping around the spot right under your hand. He’s funny like that; you wouldn’t catch him dead pitying himself, telling you he was nothing but your little play-thing — but god, the quiver in his hand and the tremor in his breath is so, so far away from dominant. It’s so far away from being in control. If anything, he’s feeling your control; he’s feeling your pulse pick up as you shift on his lap, he’s feeling your arm tense as you bite your lip and stroke quicker, faster, twist your hand, and — oh — he’s gripping tight as you swipe your hand at just the right angle, pull it flush against the base of his cock and pump up and —

The strangled cry that comes out of Keegan’s mouth is strained and loosely contained. His jaw snaps shut, his lips seal; his hips buck up, and there’s a soft scuffle as his feet shove against the ground and his socks give him no traction to hold on.

You see the corded muscle of his neck swell at the same time that you feel a ribbon of something hot and sticky squirt up your forearm.

Five times. Five times, Keegan’s hips jerk up; his head turns either way, and his eyes squeeze shut for the first two jolts. They start to open; they flutter, roll back. Close again for the third. The same goes for the fourth. The fifth, though, his eyes open when his hips twitch, and when you try to meet his gaze you look into bottomless blue hues lidded and vague with euphoria.

The blunt edges of his nails dig into your wrist right under a streak of cum. The stuff strings your arm and webs beneath it, threatening to drip onto his thighs. Not that he’d mind, probably. Not now, at least. He’s too weak and tired to really care. Too busy groaning, sound contained deep in his chest, body rippling as pleasure tides over him. Over…and over…and over.

“Feel better?” You prompt the question in a soft voice after a long moment of silence for him to recover. Not that he had any performance issues — just tired, like this, pushed flat-out for too long…he has this worn, beaten look on his face. Barely lifted after everything.

“Yeah.” Despite that, Keegan’s response comes quick; breathless, but quick. His eyes shift over to meet yours, and Christ, if he looked tired before…

“Kee.” The note of pity that leaks into your voice is entirely instinctual. When you lean forward, his breathing staggers; he sort of half-laughs when you run your thumb over his three-fourths lidded eyes, weakly turning away from the contact. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Kee.” You repeat his name, more seriously this time. “Kee, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m not.” Keegan shakes his head; as if to prove his point, he shifts a little in his seat, pulling himself slightly more upright.

“You look like it. You look so tired.” You lean forward, this time; it’s an effort to push his hair back, and one that he leans away from. “Keegan. Let me take care of you.”

In response, he only laughs. It’s a tired laugh, one that rasps in his chest, but it’s a laugh nonetheless. When he replies, his tone isn’t serious. “You’ve got it on your hands.”

so sorry for my absence. my cod hyperfixation chilled the fuck out a little whoopsie anyways

[sugudollz]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Thinking about Gojo being infatuated with his pretty little professor.

MDNI!! Inappropriate student/teacher encounter!! (I do not encourage this in real life!) not proofread oopsiessss :3 AFAB reader & reader is referred to as “princess” and “pretty” lolzz umm also if this doesn’t make sense I wrote this at 3am 😖 and again not proofread. I think this one is kinda tame too besides like the fucking and stuff not much dirty and kinky shit in here. (Bye this is so embarrassing to post LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE LET ME LIVE!! 😭)

Satoru who’s infatuated with his favorite professor, earning perfect attendance every week because he’s always so eager to see you, his gorgeous professor.

Satoru knows you’ve had countless failed relationships, and, not because he was being nosy and eavesdropping on your every phone call you’ve had with one of your closest friends, also knows that none of those past partners satisfied you romantically or sexually.

Now, Satoru is cocky, but he actually hasn’t had that many sexual encounters—maybe five, max! But Satoru is good at everything he tries, even if it’s his first time. So, imagine how good he’d be at pleasing you and fucking you into oblivion?

Believe me, Satoru has lost count of how many times he’s fucked his fist to the thought of you—imagining your moans and picturing his palm was your sweet pussy instead. Not-so-unbelievably, Satoru has always thought about what he’d try first with you—like, how and where would he fuck you? Would he bend you over, have you ride him, or even keep you in missionary? Would he grope your tits, rub circles on your clit? Would he pound into you on the couch or in the comfort of his own bed? Or maybe even in your office or your classroom.

At this point, Satoru is utterly obsessed with you, and he always looks forward to your classes and lectures. He’s always achingly hard when he sees you, palming desperately at his hardened cock under his desk as you ramble on about whatever.

He watches the way your boobs slightly jiggle when you move, the way your pretty lips open and close with every word you speak, the way your little skirt barely rides up your thighs every now and then—and he’s thinking about how your outfit barely passes the dress code, but God, you look so fucking sexy in it.

And yeah, those are all good things to be focused on in class, but what about right now, after class, your skirt bunched up to your waist and your blouse unbuttoned, tits bouncing from the sheer force of Satoru harshly pounding into you, his head buried in the nape of your neck, murmuring on about how long he’s been wanting this and about how hot it was when you were so oblivious to his obvious attempts to hit on you.

“Fuck, princess, I’ve been waiting so long for this—fuck! Squeezing me so tight, my dick’s gonna fall off, baby,” he coos into your ear, his hands holding tightly to the edge of your desk while your legs are wrapped around his waist, hands clawing into his forearm to ground yourself to earth.

“G-Gojo…!” You whine and squeeze your eyes shut, drool spilling out of your lips and now you’re seeing stars—you would have never thought your best student would be so good at fucking you stupid.

“Nuh-uh, baby, I told you I want you to call me Satoru, ‘Kay? It’s better that way, when I’m balls deep in your pretty pussy.” Satoru smirks, kissing away your tears that leak from your eyes. Peering up at him from your wet lashes, watery and doe eyed, you’re met with the sight of Satoru biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and he looks so beautiful—the way his snow white hair is sticking to his forehead because of his sweat and the way his blue eyes shine with lust and adoration as he looks down at you.

Satoru brings a hand down to rub random patterns on your clit, mesmerized by the way his favorite professor is allowing him to fuck her until she’s dumb and numb and speaking only incoherent things. He smiles softly before he starts feeling his hips stutter—a knot tying in his stomach and it’s getting harder to keep down his moans and grunts.

“F-fuck, princess, ‘m close… you too? Yeah? Gonna finish with me? Mhm? ‘S great, cum all over my cock and lemme cum deep inside this princess pussy of yours,” he’s rambling nonsense now, panting like a dog in your ear and you would’ve thought he just ran a marathon if it weren’t for his dick mercilessly drilling into you.

“Satoru—! Mmph! Cumming!” You whine and grip harder onto his forearms, creating crescent shaped marks on the flawless skin.

“I know, baby, me too, just—oh, shit!—cream on this cock for me, pretty,” Satoru moans before he starts spurting his load into your pussy, and you start gushing over his fat cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs push him impossibly deeper into you—creating such an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck… ‘Toru…” you mumble after your high has been rode out, your chest going up and down as you breathe heavily. Satoru pulls out of your pussy and rests beside you, his arm flying up to cover half of his face and he’s panting.

“So good f’me, princess…” he turns his head to the side to admire you and your fucked out expression, then, he leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow at class?”

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[byuntrash101]

being sandwiched between minseok & baekhyun after they’ve just got done finishing a show 😖 lord have mercy

oh my g- sdklsldkslkmdskmdklds

this checks all of the boxes!!!! the original muscle daddy + the orignal slut (baekhyun is a whore i just know it) is THE combo.

god damn i almost passed out writing this... im 🥵🥵🥵

tags: double penetration (vaginal and anal), sweat kink (typical me because im nasty like that), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, getting caught kink, dirty talk

You have no choice but to claw at Baekhyun's back as Minseok slips his thick member inside you by the only hole still available. The two men holding you up in the air, you wrap your legs around Baekhyun's waist as the two men hover you above their hard and dripping cocks. You don't know if you'll be able to keep quiet for long given how good and full you feel from front to back.

But it seems like the boys notice your struggle and Baekhyun wraps his pretty hand around your mouth the muffle your little whimpers of pleasure.

"Be quiet baby" he whispers in your ear as you feel him slowly pull out of you, making your wet cunt gush out and produce lewd squelshing noises. "We don't want the manager to find out you're letting us use your body like this right baby girl?"

"You could definetely lose your job over this you know" Minseok adds. And you shook your head in horror to the idea. Being a makeup artist was your calling but what you were most afraid of right now was to lose the opportunity to be squeezed between the two men like you have been countless times.

After a show they always needed a way to relieve tension and what better way than to fuck their favourite little cock sleeve stupid until you can't think straight or walk for days?

"Fuckkkk" you whisper as Baekhyun lets his hand slip from your mouth to your throat. Pushing his dick back into your throbbing cunt. Just as Minseok pushed himself inside your little rim.

"You're clenching so hard baby" Minseok moans in your ear as his sweaty chest is pressed on your bare back. "You want my cum that bad?" he chuckles picking up the pace.

"Yes!" you gasp. "Yes please cum inside me" you beg.

"What a little cum hungry whore you are" Baekhyun says as you catch a bead of sweat running down his long neck. You wrap your lips around his collarbone licking the sweat all the way up his ear. The bitter taste fills your head making you forget about everyhting that is not them their two cocks rubbing against each other inside you right now.

Baekhyun smashes his hips inside you, setting the pace and Minseok follows also adopting the unfirgiving pace.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you squeak trying to make as little noise as possible, immediatly biting Baekhyun's neck to keep yourself from screaming.

"Cum on both our dicks, baby" Baekhyun urges as his hips start to stutter.

Your worn out little pussy and shapeless asshole start to pulse around their cocks as you reach your climax. And it's the last straw for them. Your orgasming holes milk them dry, draining their balls to the last drop of precious cum that is over flowing your holes and dripping down the dark changing room's floor as you uncontrollably shake in their arms, eyes rolled back, breath short and toes curled. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you spray your cum in a powerful stream completely soaking the two men before your body goes limp.

"I'm so glad we get to do this all over again tomorrow" Baekhyun says, zipping his soaked pants up.

"I'm taking her pussy tomorrow!" Minseok concludes

a/n: almost did not survive this.

[dubious-writing]

💗 dunnerlars

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Sorry this took so long anon, I had to go to work and, y’know, do my job as I can earn money to stay alive 😖 Hope you enjoy it!!

He can’t believe it. He can’t– he can’t believe it. 

The Cup. The Cup.

It’s not the first time Vince has been here at the tail end of a grueling season, sticky with sweat and the muggy heat of dozens of other bodies crowded in around him, the taste of silver metallic and sweet on his lips. But it feels like it should be.

He liked St. Louis, is grateful to the Blues for drafting him and enjoyed his time there, still keeps in touch with the friends he made with the organization. But he didn’t realize the difference between playing for the love of the game and playing for the love of your team until he came to Seattle. Didn’t realize how good it would feel to lift 35 solid pounds knowing it couldn’t have happened without you.

There are cameras flashing at every angle, wires trailing across the ice just waiting for someone to trip over them or cut one with their skate. Vince feels half blind from the glare on the ice, like no matter which direction he turns he can’t stop squinting. A hand runs through his hair every few minutes, teammates and coaching staff and family members laying hands on any body in a teal jersey they can reach. He thinks maybe a kiss or two is smushed into his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop to find out. Vince isn’t sure what he’s looking for, just keeps spinning in place, wobbly on his feet from the mix of exhaustion and the never-ending hits of adrenaline. He isn’t sure until he finds it.

By some divine intervention, the crowds seem to part at just the right second for Vince to turn and see Adam there, across the ice maybe 30 feet away, blue eyes bright with tears above the unkempt scruff of his beard. Vince hasn’t seen a smile that big on his face since… he doesn’t really know, actually. Years, maybe, if at all. Adam is already looking back at him, watching, waiting for Vince to catch up and notice the attention.

It’s like there’s a piece of fishing line caught between them, tightening, pulling them together, though who is reeling who Vince couldn’t say. Doesn’t even particularly care either, when the end result is the two of them together, forming their own little pocket of pseudo-privacy in the middle of all the chaos and attention.

They’re not out, haven’t really discussed whether or not they want to be, but they haven’t been careful either. If Vince wants to hold his boyfriend's hands in the streets of the city, he does. If Adam wants to bundle him into a hoodie with a large number 6 on the back, he doesn’t hesitate. If Vince is seen amongst the display cases of a jewelry shop downtown getting a custom silver ring engraved, then so be it.

So it’s really not all that surprising - at least to them and those that know them - when Vince reaches up, places both hands on his love’s face, tracing along eyebrows and perpetual eyebags; when Adam’s fingers trace along the back of his neck and underneath the hem of his jersey, callouses catching on rough fabric; when neither of them can tell who leans in first and kiss right there on center ice. In front of god and the Stanley Cup and the entire city of Seattle.

As one kiss turns into two turns into five, when they’re finally noticed and Vince can hear the roar of the crowd die down but for just a second before it returns even louder than before and he can’t help but smile against Adam’s lips more than kiss them, he thinks about that silver ring in its gray velvet box hidden away under the knick knacks gathered on his bedside table. Thinks about the engraving on the inside molding the skin of Adam’s left hand. Thinks about how nice it will be for them to have two sets of matching rings, now.

Mitt hjärta, min skatt, mitt liv, mitt allt.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Minnie and Sara’s conversation

@jakkiisthatboy2

Minnie: Sara?

Sara: yeah?

Minnie: what happened to tad?

Sara: what do you mean?

Minnie: why is he sick? Why does he have a stomach ache? Why didn’t you tell me this?

Sara: well it’s a long story

Sara: he drank this poison and it gave him food poisoning.

Flashback:

Tad: hey Sara.

Sara: hey. How are you?

Tad: *places his hand on his full stomach* I feel so full.

Tad: but I’m thirsty.

Sara: Jeff made a new friend again.

Tad: he did? But who?

Sara: it was a girl.

Tad: too bad I missed it.

Sara: i believe her name was Rini. *gives a cup of water to tad*

Tad: thanks.

Tad: *drinks water*

Max: I did it!

Max: it reached to his gut.

Tad: I’ll meet her.

Tad: *felt his stomach ache* ow.

Sara: are you okay?

Tad: I’m fine. Just a stomach ache😁😅

Sara: alright. We all get it sometimes. Even me.

Tad: I sure hope I don’t get well worse.

Sara: of course you won’t.

Tad: ~growl~

Sara: 😲

Sara: are you sure you’re fine?

Tad: ~growl~ *immediately places his hand on his stomach*

Tad: of course.

Tad: 😳 *blank eyes*

Tad: *thinking* (im not fine. Oh my god. Why am I feeling like this?)

Tad: ~growl~ *grabbed his shirt at the stomach area* ow!

Tad: *started to sweat*

Sara: are you sure you’re okay?

Tad: to be honest Sara, I…

Tad: 😳

Sara: tad?

Tad: 🤢

Tad: *runs to the balcony*

Tad: 🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sara: oh my god!

Sara: are you okay?

Ramirez: we heard someone vomiting!

Tiffany maze: was that you?

Tad: morning sickness…

Tiffany maze: but how did he get sick in the morning Sara?

Sara: he vomited.

Ramirez: ew.

Tiffany maze: what?

Tad: this has to be a mistake ladies.

Tad: look! I’m feeling so much better now. Ha!

Tad: *his stomach aches*

Tad: 😖

Sara: tad. You need a break and lots of rest. Including the day off. Your stomach isn’t feeling well.

Tad: you’re right. I should go home and gets some rest heck the day off.

Sara: don’t worry tad. We can help you.

Tad: well I have to tell him this…

Later in Michael Jefferson office,

Michael Jefferson: oh tad. What is it?

Tad: I’m really sorry about what happened

Michael Jefferson: I see, so why did you come to my office?

Tad: I wasn’t feeling too good…

Michael Jefferson: what do you mean by that?

Tad: I felt queasy after the punishment and then I threw up

Michel Jefferson: hmm that is terrible. Well we have a meeting with Joe tomorrow. And we’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning. For now, get some rest, take the day off if you feel like it.

Tad: alright…

The next morning

Michael Jefferson: alright guys, let’s get moving.

Sara: are you sure you’re fine tad? You’ve been queasy lately.

Tad: I just don’t feel comfortable.

The buss takes them to the archeological community center

Ryu: there we are. We made it

Tad: oh yeah.

Later

Joe: alright so mayas team, what are you ways of making archeology special?

Maya: we always have the greatest people on the team.

Joe: Michael. Do you agree with her plan?

Michael Jefferson: yes. I do.

Joe: so Ryu. You will now tell us your idea.

Ryu: of course Joe.

Tad: *groans*

Ryu: tad? are you…

Tad: agh!

Michael Jefferson: stones? Are you okay? do you need to throw up or something?

Tad: yeah. But can you step aside?

THUD

Tad: ~growl! Roar! Rumble! gurgle!~

Tad: *starts to be focused on his stomach pain*

All: *gets worried about tad*

Joe: what’s going on?

Michael Jefferson and Anderson: *carries tad*

Michael Jefferson: listen you’re gonna be fine. Just breathe. You’ll be fine…

Tad: …

Anne: tad?

Tad: 🤢

Tad: 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

All: *screams*

Joe: oh my…

Tad: 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

Brian: *rubs Tad’s back* there you go buddy…there you go…

Tad: 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

Tad: *coughs*

Joe: ladies and gentlemen…we’re so sorry but we are experiencing some stomach problems. Everyone remain calm please, sanitize your hands and safely get out of the center until we figure something out…

Joe: Michael, get a janitor to clean up this mess and take this guy to the nurses office

Michael Jefferson: alright. Come on tad. Let’s go…

In the nurses office

Nurse: why hello there- oh my! Oh my god! What happened?

Michael Jefferson: he threw up in front of everyone. Is there any room for him to rest in?

Nurse: of course. Right here.

Michael Jefferson and Anderson: *takes tad to a place to rest*

Tad: *lies down in a soft bench with Ryu snuggling a blanket*

Anne: is he going to be okay?

Sara: he will it’s just he needs a break

Tad: *manages to calm down*

Ryu: are you okay stones?

Brian: does it hurt?

Tad: no. I don’t feel so good.

Tad: ~growl~

Jeff: *whimpers and snuggles to Tad’s stomach*

Joe appears and looks at him with a mix of surprised and anger

Joe: Michael! Do you have any idea what just happened? That man could spread diseases!

Tad: I think I got an upset stomach

Andreson: it’s going to be okay tad. we promise we’ll make you feel better. I got you a pillow to rest your head.

Tad: thanks guys. But I’m fine. ~growl growl~

Joe: oh dear this is terrible.

Belzoni: *gets out a sign representing a upset stomach*

Michael Jefferson: I’m so sorry I have to say this but..

Tad: are you gonna fire me?

Anderson: well it’s kinda like firing you but not really.

Joe: we suggest you should go home and take the day off.

Michael Jefferson: and you can come back whenever you’re feeling better.

Tad: okay guys. Thank you.

Present:

Sara: and then the pain got more severe and more intense…

Minnie: so that’s you’re heading over to the cave.

Minnie: what can I do to help him?

Sara: well he’s resting right now, so you can just keep an eye on him. Just in case if he gets worse, let us know

Minnie: alright Sara. I promise. I would do anything to protect him.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Just Your Tribal Chief  by @bijouxcarys

(…… i think you just snatched my wig off with that one. IMMMACULATEEE *AGRESSIVE CHEFS KISSES*)

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, body rippling as his large arm circled her neck, holding her against him as he went to town on her cunt. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as she felt her climax barreling closer.

“Nuh-uh, baby, open those eyes,” he mumbled into her ear. “Need to see those pretty eyes when I nut in this pussy.”

I was doing fine until Roman put reader in a headlock, i was done 😭 I had ascended to another universe 👏🏾 you got a follow out of me 🫶🏾

Strenuous Activities by @tribalhoochie

…. what- what’s a lil fuck gonna do huh? 😭 - lil flick of tha bean and leave? i mean yeah he’s married buuuuut…. he could just like.. y’know… play with it 😂

Joe gave her a bright smile as he led her towards the treadmills, Kiyana could not deny that Joe was a handsome man. His sunkissed skin was slightly glistening with sweat, presumably from a workout he had completed earlier. His hair neatly compacted into a man bun with a few fly aways cascading around his face, even slightly dishevelled the man looked like a Greek god.

whenever lines like this come up, i always have to verbally agree cause this man is like- too sexy to be walking among the masses. there’s no way he’s from earth? and be in florida regularly??? (that’s where i live! 🤤)

Babysitter by @3eyesdivine

i’m writing this before i finish because you caught me and my wig 3 paragraphs in

His physique was beautiful, breathtaking enough to halt any lady in her tracks. Aside from his long black locks and nicely trimmed facial hair, what tied it all together were his large and broad shoulders, rough and massive hands, and overall towering height. 

A simp is what i am. i am a simp. halle- fucking-lujah. YOU PREACHING TO MY SOUL BABY 🤤

The woman felt herself getting wet as soon as she saw how easily he unbuckled his belt with one hand, having her willing to risk everything. 

i’m so mad that you just put the idea of him taking his belt of either one hand in my mind. 😖

"Let me show you the heaven men my age can bring you to that these young men know nothing about, doll. Hm?" He bragged, his voice sounding enticing, aided by his raspiness and an abrupt dip in octaves. 

…. i had to take my fucking glasses off.

Daddy’s Little Helper by @harmshake

(when in need, you can always count on harmshake to feeeed gurl 🥰)

"Yessss, fuck!" you moaned with your head just as airy as your voice when he thrust up and hit the back of your pussy to make sure you were listening.

y’all…. i had to take a second to fuckingnks bREATHFF. LITTLE SHIT LIKE THAT ALWAYS FLUSTERS MEEE MAN IDKK 🫣

Salted Caramel core by @thesamoanqueen

(just a little cute but naaaaaaasty fic bout roman getting his soul snatched by reader hehe <3)

- "You're so damn good mmh" – he breathed raw, trying to maintain control as much as possible, remembering that he couldn't let himself go as he wanted, but it was difficult now that Y/N had decided to really take care of him.

UGHHH BIRTHAY BOY GETTING HIS WELL DESERVED HEAD 😮‍💨 (shiii i woulda made it a birthweek instead of a birthday cause they woulda been going from sunday to saturday 🫡)

going on a massive reading spree :) i’ll let you guys know my favorite fics of the night, favorite line, and provide the link 💋

[simpforkimseungmin]

so I literally cannot get over dom!hyunjin fucking the reader and telling her not to cum (even though shes already close) and then one of the other members walk in on them and she cums right then and there😭😭😭😭😭😖

this is so hot omfg😭

(sorry for any mistakes)

"Fuck- I can feel you clenching... don't you fucking dare cum!"

How can you not cum? He looked so perfect. Sweat coating his forehead, his hair sticking to it. His hands leaned against the back of your thighs, keeping them in place. "Please Jinnie! I need to cum so bad!"

"You can hold it y/n."

"I-i can't hold it much longer." You breathed out. Even though your legs are pinned down, they're shaking under his touch. You're clenching around him tightly, trying not to cum and its taking everything in you.

"See? I knew you could hold it. Shit, you're making a big fucking mess." One of his hands move to your head to make you look at the mess you're making. "You see this?"

You nod your head letting out a somewhat loud moan. He turns you over to your side, keeping ahold of your leg. He speeds up and tosses his head back, also letting out a string of moans.

"Ji- I'm really not gonna be able to h-hold it. Oh my fucking God."

"Ah fuck... don't cum y/n!" He warns again.

Your eyes shut for a minute and open back up to see Jeongin walking in. This triggered your orgasm, your eyes rolled back as your body shook with pleasure. You hear Jeongin apologize and then you hear Hyunjin telling him to stay.

"W-why do you want me to stay?" Embarrassment obviously laced in his voice.

"C'mon Innie. I know you want to watch me fuck her... or should I say punish since she just came when she was clearly told not yet." He said and roughly moved you onto your back again. "Wanna see me overstimulate my baby? Seems as if she gets off to being watched."

[snowflakeanimelover]

Reader pretending to have a date, to see if urahara is interested in her, since she's been in love with him for a while.😍😍😍thanks

Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry! I found this in my draft and I thought I already posted it! 😖sorry!

“You’re going on a date to ditch work?!” The red head kid smacks me with his broom.

I grab the broom before he could hit me again, almost breaking it. “Like you do any work!” I yell at him, making him step back a little. He always did underestimate me. “Just let Kisuke know, alright? So he doesn’t….ask where I am or something…” I mumble. Really, I don’t think he would care…

Jinta yells out that’s it’s ‘unfair for me to leave while he’s working’ as I walk away from the shop. “Where should I go now…?” I say to myself.

————

The next couple of days, I sit with the others for breakfast. My mind racing on what to do next. Should I say I’m going on another date? Or just ask him directly if he likes me? No, I can’t do that… I look over to Kisuke who had his usual smile on his face as he ate breakfast. I look away quickly, blushing as I think about how handsome he is.

My nervousness must’ve been very obvious, as a voice brings me back to the others. “(Y/N). How was your date?” Kisuke asks casually.

I look over at him, puzzled. “My…date…?” I ask him.

“Yeah. You know, that one a couple days ago?”

He’s asking how it went now?! Anger boils over, my fist clenched. “Why are you asking that now of all times?” I try to say calmly.

He looked confused. “What do you mean? You looked upset, so I figured it was that date.”

I instantly calm down. My face relaxing. “Oh.”

Oh.

He was only asking because I looked mad….

“Um….no. Actually, we’re going on another date….” I ramble. Oh god, what am I doing to myself?

“Oh? When?!” He asks excitedly, getting closer to me.

I sweat drop. Trying to think of what to do, since this is all really a lie. “Uh….tonight! I better start getting ready!” I say, getting up to my room.

————

I slide the shop door open with a sigh, the chilly fresh air hitting my warm cheeks. Before I could close the door behind me, though, a hand stops it.

Kisuke opens it enough to peek his head through. “Hey there! Heading to your date?” He asks.

I jump at his sudden appearance. “Kisuke?! What are you doing?”

He chuckles, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. “Well, since you seem to like this guy, I figured I’d go and meet him myself!”

What.

“What?! No!” I blurt out.

He turns to me, confusion in his face. “Hm? Why not?”

Shit. “U-um… well… you see….” My brain tries to wrap up information that I could use to keep him away. What if he found out I was lying? “I haven’t told him about you! ….yet! So, I wouldn’t want him to think that we were together or something….”

I’m so hopeless….

“Nonsense!” He chuckles, walking away from the shop. “I’ll just tell him we aren’t together!” I slump my shoulders, slowly following him. What should I do now?

————

“So, where’s this date of yours?” He asks.

“Oh, um… somewhere up here….” I say meekly.

“Right….that’s what you said a few minutes ago.” He chuckles again.

God, I can’t get over his laugh.

“I-I did…?”

Kisuke suddenly stops, making me stop as well. “(Y/N). There really isn’t a date, now is there?” He smiles.

I freeze. What am I supposed to say? Is he going to hate me? Think I’m weird?

“I like you, (Y/N)”

“Look, I’m sorry. Your right, there really isn’t a date…! I was just…-“ I started to ramble on. “Wait, what did you say?”

He puts his fan away, a genuine smile spreading on his face. “I said, I like you.”

“You…you do…?” A blush spreads on my face. What is happening…? “For how long…?”

“For a while now.”

“What?! Then why did you let me go on these dates?!” I was angry now. Why didn’t he just tell me?

“What dates?” He asks so innocently.

I stop, avoiding eye contact. “Right…. But, why didn’t you say anything…?”

“Because it was fun watching you struggle!” He cheers.

I wanted to smack him so hard in the face. “I hate you…” I fold my arms, about ready to walk back to the shop.

“Now, now.” He says, gently grabbing my arm. “I thought you said you were going on a date?” His smile was wicked.

“Kisuke, I don’t have one. It was all a lie.”

“Really? Then I guess I’ll be your date.” He pulls me, heading to a restaurant that was nearby.

Really, this man was so crazy. Why did I like him in the first place?

That was my thought, but looking at his carefree smile….I see why I love him.

[littlelioncub43]

ehehe it's murderer mondayyy (or should i say wicked wednesday)

I'm in love w the thought of subby!ransom being a house husband, wearing aprons and sweats 😖💕💕 he orders takeout half the time but it's still amazing to come home to

I love Wicked Wednesday! Thats our title for our Murderer Monday make-up days 😄

Ugh. Him and his baby blue eyes. Making my little sweet heart go pitter patter. I've always been a sucker for a pair of blue/green eyes.

Anyhooters! On to house husband!subby!Ransom! Let's talk about the other half of the time when he actually cooks 🥰

"OUCH! SHIT!" You hear from the kitchen, the curses followed immediately by a pan clattering against the stove top and the oven door slamming shut. You chuckle and let the loud noises guide you to your husband. You find him standing in the kitchen, his favorite pair of sweats and an apron— and nothing else. His bare back was towards you as he muttered curses to himself and turned the oven off. "'One-pan dinner' my ass..."

"You ok, Ran?" You say with an amused smile. Whipping around, he rolls his eyes at your teasing smile but nods anyway.

"Yeah, just burnt my hand on the god damn pan," he sneers at the pan of roasted veggies as if his words could somehow hurt their feelings.

"Aw, wee lamb," you coo teasingly and walk over towards him, your black pumps clicking on the marble floor. Ransom couldn't help but watch your legs as you approached him— those stockings made your legs look absolutely delicious (so delicious, he wouldn't mind humping them again if you let him).

You bring the tender burnt flesh of his palm to your lips and deliver a soft kiss to it. He wouldn't say it out loud, but your kisses really did make everything better, he could barely feel the sting anymore. You held his hand to your cheek, letting his thumb stroke the apple of your cheek, his wedding band was a welcomed chill on your skin. The look in your eyes sent a shiver up Ransom's spine, he swallowed thickly as his voice lowered as lust spiked in his belly.

"Dinner should be ready in 10 minutes," he rasped out. You smiled softly and leaned in, giving his lips a sweet yet sultry peck.

"Thank you for dinner," you praised softly before releasing his hand and letting him return to cooking. Before you left the kitchen, you gave his behind a firm and playful swat, earning a surprised yelp from him. You giggled and ran off to set the table. A smile found its way across Ransom's face as you dashed off.

Yeah. Being married wasn't nearly as bad as he thought.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

simpbur with a beard...

simpbur with a beard...

he's a scruffy motherfucker, he doesn't shower as much as he should and god knows the last time he got a haircut but it makes him look like this rough indiana jones style history major

(i know most people normally focus on him being a music or english major, but this is my fantasy and i say history)

but he's so attractive, he is so conventionally attractive and he doesn't know it, and i like to think he's a little (a lotta) out of touch with reality so he definitely doesn't realize half the girls on campus are drooling for him because he's british and he's sexy as hell and he's so tall and wears sweaters with collared shirts and beanies and always has a redbull or a take away coffee cup in his hand (or the days where he just rolled out of bed to make it to a 9am class he regrets taking and he's in some band hoodie and grey sweats still looking fine as hell) (all the girls wish they were in his hoodie.)

but why would he ever even think of those other girls when he has you in his mind? he wouldn't, simple but! he's also so oblivious and filled with this self loathing and disgust that he never even thinks to wonder if you're one of the girls, one of the girls who stare at him every time he goes back and forth with a professor, one of the girls who dreams about running into him at a party and fucking him right then and there (none of them even think that he's such a virgin, sidenote he'd be adorable) but you are one of those girls! one of the girls that thinks about what it would be like making your daily coffee, but with him in your kitchen, hands around your waist, one of the girls who wishes he would walk them to class and give them a peck before he heads off to his lecture, one of the girls who adore him

but he's a stalkerish little simp who needs therapy, so he finds out, probably eavesdropping in on conversations you have with your friends, where you confess that there's this scruffy history major who just want to love- now he either takes this information one of two ways, first, he thinks he delusional and he just keeps being a little creep, BOO :( or! his ego is on cloud nine so he goes to ask you out and he's a blushing stuttering mess, my preferred option here

and then of course he'd take you to see some indie band followed up by coffee and yeah you'd become that girl, the girl every other girl on campus wishes she was, but you don't even have to worry about getting jealous because god, will has no idea that everyone is swooning over him because he's just so damn fine

and yeah you show up to classes in his sweaters and hoodies and yeah he walks you to each class and yeah he proofreads all your essays and yeah he sings to you when you're stressed and yeah you make him get some therapy because boy does he need it and yeah you go to couples therapy once a week after month six of your relationship because you care so much about each other that you want a super stable early foundation of your relationship so it lasts and yeah you get married and live happily ever after because you deserve it.

you also get a fluffy cat named buttercup who sheds on every piece of clothing you own and loves will more than anyone else.

(oh lord that just poured out of me like a flood, apologies if it's entirely incoherent) -💕

I-

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😖🥺🥴

Please this just makes me want to cuddle up with him and and and and let him hum me to sleep.

I am weak now thanks to you. I'm genuinely happy now

[peachiimilquetea]

heyyy peachii ☺️ can i order a peach flavoured cake with a vanilla base and powdered sugar toppings for my boy iida pls? 🙇‍♀️

i'm thinking it could be something like tenya seeing the reader when he has a crush... like a one-shot with him seeing us and reacting how you think he would, maybe he's trying to act all cool and sauve but ends up getting flustered and embarrassed 🥺😖🥺

thank you for opening this event up and happy 150 followers!! here's to many more ❤

“𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙!”

vanilla peach cake with powdered sugar + tenya iida

a/n: am i completely happy with this??? not really i cant lie BUT ive been working on it for so long and i just cant keep you guys waiting anymore its not fair. i hope you like it even if i feel like its a lil funky!

length: 535 words

“iida! im here! im so sorry im late!” you called, jogging up to where he was standing.

the UA library had just recently been renovated and the two of you agreed to meet at one of the new outdoor tables to study. unfortunately you miscalculated how long it would take you to help kaminari and kirishima get their hands un-superglued (don't ask), and so here you were, mildly late for your study session with everyone's favorite class rep.

your cheeks and ribs burned as you knelt down to catch your breath. you were so embarrassed, hands on your knees trying to get your ears to stop pounding, but iida didn't seem to mind too much, offering to take your bag and set up while you got yourself together.

“thank you so much for waiting for me!” you sighed and lent him a small smile. suddenly the response he had for you was caught in his throat.

you looked so… gorgeous.

your cheeks were ruddy from the jog as you pulled your hair out of your face. the slight sheen of sweat on your face made you glisten in the light as you adjusted your skirt and shimmied out of your school blazer.

he blinked hard, snapping out of his trance, quickly sitting down and getting his books spread out all over the table, “n-not a problem, ____. i heard about the incident with kirishima, it was very kind of you to help them out.”

“aww thank you iida, im sure you would’ve done the same if it was you. you’ve always been helpful like that.”

is it possible to die while still being alive? tenya didn't know but he was sure he was close based on how fast his heart was beating, and how hot his ears felt. could you notice? god, he hoped you wouldn't notice.

by the time the two of you had finished, the sun was beginning to set, and the janitors had begun to do their evening sweep of the school. both you and iida were exhausted, working your asses off to do well on the next exam, and frying your brains in the process.

“do you... want to grab something to eat? i'm famished and there's a really good spot i know not too far from here...”

tenya was stuck and you didn't even notice, rambling on about the menu and how “they've even got gluten free noodles- if you want them of course!”

at that moment all iida could do was watch you go, telling him about the menu and your favorite things to get. he was completely enamored with you, thinking the way you excitedly grabbed his arm was the cutest thing he had ever seen. it didn't even occur to him that he wasn't saying anything until you snapped your fingers in his face, making him jump.

“you looked like you were on another planet,” you hummrf, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, “so? do you want to come with? we can get mochiiii~”

“what? y-yes of course we can go. absolutely. i would love to. yes,” his words tumbled out, face red as he watched you laugh at his reaction.

“alright big guy, lets get going.”

[taintedsoul-if]

If one day MC suddenly disappeared and then coincidentally encounters the ROs again but when the ROs speaks to them they don't remember them (amnesia) what would the ROs feel/reactions be? (In a relationship stage) 🤧🙈

👀😭

Trysten/Trista

They barge into your house. With red rimmed eyes. "MC where the hell have you been?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry do I know you? You have no right to barge into my house like that! Please leave or I swear to God I....."

"Shut the fuck up!" Prickles of pain stabbed their heart. "That's impossible right? MC you're just lying to me huh?" Sweat drenched their back as they nibbled on their fingernail. "This... you just wanted revenge right? After all that I did to you in the past, y-you deliberately made me fall inlove with you..." they clutched their chest. Their chest rose and fell with rapid breaths....

Atticus

Atticus sat down on the couch with an unreadable look on his face. "Sunshine, you have five minutes to explain to me where you've been."

"D-do I know you?" You trembled while stuttering. Danger! Your shoulders tensed.

Atticus plucked at his shirt cuff. "Memory lost? Mhmmm interesting..." he rose from his seat. "Hope is not lost. Research has shown, when one loses their memory a bit of stimulation is needed. Sunshine let's not waste anymore time. It's best to go to the bedroom at once."

Your eyes widen in shock.

Cadmus

Cadmus trapped you between the door and his body. His fingers caressed your skin.

You stared at the stranger in daze. "Do I know you?" You asked.

His vermilion eyes pierced yours. Cadmus burst out laughing. "How absurd to think the gods would go to such lengths! But does it matter either ways? It really doesn't. Even if I have to engrave my name on your body, I'll do so! This time around MC I'll not hold back! How dare you forget about me?!" Deranged beast.

😖 damnit I really want to say something but I can't! It will ruin it. Don't worry Cadmus and atticus won't do anything against the MC will. They have a hard mouth but a soft heart. If it means hunting down the person who took the MC memory they'll do it...

Nyssa/Nyala

"You haven't been to school in weeks. Did something happen? Where have you been?" They asked in concern, as their eyes scans over your body for injuries.

You shook your head. "Do I know you?"

The heavy text books tumbled to the ground as they looked at you with red rimmed eyes. "You don't know remember me? MC stop joking." They croaked in a hoarse voice. Their hands trembled as they reached for you.

You backed away before their hands, could touch you.

Nyssa/Nyala felt as if their heart was ripped from their chest. They sank to the floor, tears clouding their vision.

😭😨 I tried. Anon thank you for the ask.

[paulinawoodpecker]

After Reena meeting Jeff, Sara watching them while a very thirsty tad came out. He drank the antidote and his stomach started to hurt ALOT! He started to vomit which is called morning sickness. Sara told Tad to stay home to rest and feel better. But he noticed mummy was there to meet him again

@jakkiisthatboy2

Tad: hey Sara.

Sara: hey. How are you?

Tad: *places his hand on his full stomach* I feel so full.

Tad: but I’m thirsty.

Sara: Jeff made a new friend again.

Tad: he did? But who?

Sara: it was a girl.

Tad: too bad I missed it.

Sara: i believe her name was Rini. *gives a cup of water to tad*

Tad: thanks.

Tad: *drinks water*

Max: I did it!

Max: it reached to his gut.

Tad: I’ll meet her.

Tad: *felt his stomach ache* ow.

Sara: are you okay?

Tad: I’m fine. Just a stomach ache😁😅

Sara: alright. We all get it sometimes. Even me.

Tad: I sure hope I don’t get well worse.

Sara: of course you won’t.

Tad: ~growl~

Sara: 😲

Sara: are you sure you’re fine?

Tad: ~growl~ *immediately places his hand on his stomach*

Tad: of course.

Tad: 😳 *blank eyes*

Tad: *thinking* (im not fine. Oh my god. Why am I feeling like this?)

Tad: ~growl~ *grabbed his shirt at the stomach area* ow!

Tad: *started to sweat*

Sara: are you sure you’re okay?

Tad: to be honest Sara, I…

Tad: 😳

Sara: tad?

Tad: 🤢

Tad: *runs to the balcony*

Tad: 🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sara: oh my god!

Sara: are you okay?

Ramirez: we heard someone vomiting!

Tiffany maze: was that you?

Tad: morning sickness…

Tiffany maze: but how did he get sick in the morning Sara?

Sara: he vomited.

Ramirez: ew.

Tiffany maze: what?

Tad: this has to be a mistake ladies.

Tad: look! I’m feeling so much better now. Ha!

Tad: *his stomach aches*

Tad: 😖

Sara: tad. You need a break and lots of rest. Including the day off. Your stomach isn’t feeling well.

Tad: you’re right. I should go home and gets some rest heck the day off.

Sara: don’t worry tad. We can help you.

Later, tad arrives to his apartment and flicks the switch to turn on the lights.

Mummy: good evening buddy!

Tad and mummy: 😱😱

Tad: what are you doing here?

Mummy: I’m bored. So I came to your place.