#his hairs gotten spikier

[themoonstonechronicler]

it may just be red's art style changing, but i like to think that erin going from

to this

over the course of the comic is very deliberate and shows how hes starting to spiral, not take care of himself, etc.

[screampied]

#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

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at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh, brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he��d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.

as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.

he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

I just wanted to bring up a few little things I noticed about Alastor’s coat.

1. Right before he starts negotiating the deal with Charlie, we see him change from this:

to this:

His hair gets spikier and a little longer on the top, his hands get a little bigger (see the palm), and his coat gets more ragged. I can’t quite tell, but I think his legs might have gotten longer too.

And speaking of that…

2. If you slow it down enough, you can see his tentacles ripping through his coat during his fight with Adam.

…And it doesn’t show up when we see his back during the finale.

3. And we all remember the time Sir Pentious ripped it. That was arguably the most primal noise we’ve ever heard out of Alastor, and it was out of rage. He also hasn’t displayed that explosion ability since. Hmm, maybe explosions are one of his self-defense abilities, instead of offense. We don’t know if they can be used long-range.

Oh, and while we’re on the second episode, let’s talk about Alastor’s pyrokinesis. We only see it three times: twice in the pilot, and once in the second episode. In the pilot, his fire is typical orange both times (when he distracts Charlie and when he summons Niffty in the fireplace). But in the show, it’s green (when he burns the piece of his coat). If this was anyone else, I’d say it was simply a design change, but this is Alastor.

And I feel like people forget this a lot, but in the pilot, during Vaggie’s monologue, we see this:

He’s trapping people with his coat by tying them up with it.

With all of this in mind (including that fact that it gets bigger with him!), there are a few options to pick from.

A. The coat is sentient, like his microphone and shadow, but does not have the ability to speak.

B. His coat is a part of his body that mimics clothing, which is why it can repair itself. (Also, the “Not many people have been able to take even this much off me” comment in the second episode.)

C. His coat is enchanted, Minecraft style.

Of course, I prefer B (I’m a sucker for body horror, sue me), but what do you think?

[redr0sewrites]

Hi, I love your works! Can you write a hazbin hotel Lucifer x gn punk reader? Like, they dress punk, listen to punk music and are pretty rebellious anarchists? Tysm

YESSSS OFC!!!! also random rose lore but i am such a big green day fan and my mom once went to a green day concert and she talks ab it all the time-

🥀Cw: fluff, Lucifer being a sweetie

🥀HCs:

Lucifer was probably a little confused about your style and ideals when he first met you

he would ask you soooooo many questions about your outfits

hes a little awkward, but he means well 😭

he definitely asked you for music recommendations because you seemed really interested and invested in your style of music

when you started talking all excitedly about your favorite bands and music taste, Lucifer found himself enraptured by your love for the things you enjoy

Lucifer admires your individuality and how you stay true to the things you enjoy, and he also loves your spunky attitude

deep down, he despises heaven and authority figures as much as anyone else and he thinks its hilarious that the two of you are dating

an anarchist and the literal king of hell

once u start recommending your music to him, hes hooked

suddenly every rock or punk song he listens to reminds him of you, and he adores it

i think he'd really enjoy green day, maybe x ray spex too, but he'll ultimately listen to anything u want him too

lucifer ADORES your style too

if you wear studded patch jackets, vests, etc he DEFINITELY designs patches and studs for you

he would give u a little duck or apple pin to put on your jacket!!!

lucifer will help you out with your hair too, he loves detangling it at the end of the day and washing all of the hair spray and spiky styling out

would def help you dye it fun colors too

i mentioned this in my goth hcs, but if you wear a lot of jewelry he loves to fiddle and fidget with it while he's bored

like he'll just be standing next to you and all of a sudden he's playing with the chain necklaces you're wearing or poking the spikes and studs on your jacket just bc he's bored

overall, he's super supportive and sweet

"are you ready, duckling?" Lucifer called, waiting for you to finish getting ready. he had decided to take you out on a date tonight- not to a fancy establishment, no, but to a more hell-born central part of the pentagram to visit some knock-off theme park you'd mentioned weeks ago called LooLoo Land. the both of you thought that the obvious copyright of Lu Lu World was hilarious, and what better place to go on a date than a shitty theme park?

"I'm coming Luci, give me a sec!" you shout, "i'm just finishing up with my accessories". Lucifer hums in response, soon bursting into giggles as you come hurdling down the stairs, tackling him in a hug. you both pulled away after a few seconds, and Lucifer stepped back to admire your outfit. "Is it just me, or have you gotten spikier?" Lucifer chuckled, poking a stud on your jacket as you roll your eyes. "C'mon you, we have to go!" you smile, dragging him out the door as he admired your determined expression. "driving or teleporting?" you ask, and Lucifer shrugs. "you're no help," you grumble, but take his hand. "let's teleport, it'll be quicker." with a smile, Lucifer opens a portal. "Whatever you wish, dear ~"

RAHHHHHH💯💯💯 this one required a bit of research cuz idk as much ab punk culture/music as ik ab goth stuff, but it was still sm fun to write!!!!!

[incredubious]

okay but your luffy in the panel where he asks to borrow Ace's shirt is SUCH a good Luffy face, like 10/10 his eyes, the hair, facial expression, is SO accurate yet very distinct in your style

THANK YOU i try to get the Luffy Fundamentals down for maximum swag.... hes definitely gotten spikier as of my more recent art just cuz I think it adds to the shounen vibes

[wartsandwarlocks]

Hero.

@jilymicrofics

He’d never seen her look so amazing. She had her worry face on, her dark eyebrows knitted atop her eyes, which were slim as paper. A peculiar face for a peculiar situation, improvising had never been her strong suit. As she kept looking around and twitching her jaw, her hair grew spikier, making it look like it was on fire. James was stunned.

After some consideration, her face turned back to her usual one, almost completely neutral, only a sly smile escaping her lips.

“Alright, listen up!” She screamed before ordering everyone around, her hair even more fiery than before.

At one point he’d gotten tired of her talking and when he rolled his eyes, he saw a small kid on the verge of tears. He was so cute and pitiful, James wanted to run up to him and hug him. Upon closer inspection, he began getting scared, the kid would absolutely not stop crying, and he was practically a carbon copy of James when he was younger, a small and cute James.

As Lily concluded and they got moving, his mind couldn’t help but wonder back to the kid, but mostly to his own childhood. Running around with Peter, going to India in the winter. Play-fighting, him as Batman and Pete as the Joker, or him as Spiderman and Pete as Doc Ock, or their own invented superhero-villain duo. Now that he thought about it, James had always had an affinity with the hero archetype. It was quite clear why, he was righteous, kind, sacrificial and most of all, loved. It was the sort of character everyone would look up to, no matter how the others manifested it, even hate came from envy, which came from admiration. That’s what he always aspired to be, admired, righteous, and a hero.

All thoughts of heroism faded away the second he placed his eyes back on Lily. Maybe it was the way she was standing with a satisfied smile on her mouth, or the way the gun danced around her finger while she chose a hostage, or the way the splashes of blood enhanced her beautiful green eyes. If it hadn’t been any of that, it had certainly been the way she looked at him when he was the first one to be back from the house they’d been ransacking.

“I knew I could count on you, Potter.” She smiled, watching him put the money in the trunk. If being a hero meant missing that delightful view, he wanted the exact opposite of it. If being a hero meant not having the pleasure of being a part of the reason Lily smiled like that, he had to make sure he was never one.

[allebooklover]

Thoughts about future Class 1-A:

In chapter 357, Endeavor was thinking about Shouto’s future, and this image popped up. It’s his vision of what he hopes future!Todoroki’s path would be like (that he’s surrounded by friends who support him), I guess, but I think it’s Horikoshi’s way of giving us a sneak preview of what the kids future selves might be like - one possible iteration of them, anyway.

Stuff I found really interesting about this:

Shoto:

• Shoto’s hair is more ruffled and cut shorter and spikier.

• his hero costume has mostly stayed the same as his high school one, but the collar has three lines through it resembling the one he wore during the raid in the world heroes mission movie. There’s some kind of latch thing at the left side of his collar - the lines function as both aesthetic and buttons to keep the collar shut?

• his wrist gear is more compact, like exercise wrist bands instead of taking up most of his forearms. The metal bits are more sleek. The cloth provides soft protection to his wrists to prevent chafing from the metal bits? Either way it looks good on him.

• he’s got more stuff attached to his belt. Looks a little like canisters. Nice to know he’s added more rescue material to his outfit.

Deku:

• Deku’s cape is longer, and there’s a line drawn at the halfway point of the cape that sits near his waist. Implies color change or a mantle? Either way I find it pretty neat that he maintains his homage to Gran Torino while also making it his own.

• also look at the bunny ears on top of the cape, behind his neck. Looks like he’s still got his homage to All Might in his costume.

Kirishima:

• Kirishima! Silhouettes a lot better - his pant skirt has grown longer and fuller, reaching down to his ankles instead of his knees, and I think there’s some kinda fur overlay, if that white stuff is fur and not like, ragged white additional trimming attached to the overlay.

• The gear shoulder pauldrons he’s got on has changed, extending two rods behind his back like Iida’s thrusters.

• can’t tell if his hair has grown into a mullet, or if it’s still the same hairstyle he has currently. Either way it’s interesting that the shape of it is less spiky than what he’s currently sporting. The spikes I can see are shaped towards his back, much like the pauldrons. That said there’s still a little spike up top, so I guess he’s still keeping his homage to Mina. Also his hair is still dyed.

• mask thing has changed from the dinosaur skeletal structure he’s got on his face into a visor that hides the upper part of his face from view. Makes him look more intimidating, I guess?

Momo:

• Momo my love. Her outfit has changed from full back to backless, sort of like a halter top, and closes up near the waist. A good adjustment to her costume considering big stuff seems to spawn from her back. Too bad she loses the cape, it suits her.

• we don’t see her front so we can imagine anything, but I like to think she’s got an easily bared midrif so that she can produce things easier. By easily bared I mean a piece of cloth that can be opened and pinned back like a window for easier access, that functions as a pocket/hidden from villain’s view area for produced items.

• From what we see of one leg - she might’ve gotten knee length boots? Either that or it’s shading.

• either her encyclopedia has gotten smaller, or she’s got everything memorised so she doesn’t need it anymore, leaving the belt as a pocket holder of sorts.

Bakugo:

• He’s got lit dynamite fuses for his mask now. That’s surprisingly cute. Symbolizes he’s got more control over his temper?

• It’s probably just shading for shadows, but it looks like he has a buzz cut underneath the mask.

• arm blasters no longer look like grenades - they’re more cannon-like now. They look more like modern grenades.

• dude has more stuff attached to his thighs. I dunno what it is, maybe item holders like bandages? More grenade capsules? Either way it adds to the military look he’s got going on. They’re crossed too - additional representation of the X symbol on his chest.

• wait, is the mask lit fuses his own somewhat subtle homage to all Might’s spiky hair?

Iida:

• biggest change is his legs - the white bits look like cowboy chaps, and his leg engines are huger. The boots on the other hand are tighter, giving the silhouette of ‘baggy pants tucked into boots’.

• the decorations he’s got on the back of his upper body looks like the number 8. Probably not intentional since it looks like back decoration mufflers facing each other, but if it is, does that mean he’s the 8th generation of Iida’s to bear the name Ingenium?

Ochako

• boots are big. Super big. They’re the most noticeable part of her outfit in this shot.

• she keeps her gauntlets and adds a circle pouch thingie at the back of her belt - do they help her Quirk, adds onto the gauntlet, or function as a bag?

Tsuyu:

• we don’t see much of her, but she keeps her hairstyle and the back of her outfit is white.

• she’s slightly ahead of the rest - implying she’s closest to an ideal hero amongst her peers? But this is from Endeavor’s pov, so - more competent than the rest?

Misc:

• Look at Shoto. He’s closest to the camera, and his back is facing the viewer, and his position implied he’s taking a step towards his friends, who are a little ways in front of him. A glowing bright light that’s facing the camera illuminates them.

• Also not shown in the pic but there’s a line attached to that image: “so that when those kids walk that path… my past won’t stand in the way.” And before that line there’s a whole lot of stuff about the future being a path for the young. This is from endeavor’s viewpoint, so he’s the one who’s thinking those lines.

• main interpretation is that he’s determined to not let his mistakes hurt his kids, and the other kids futures. Endeavor doesn’t want his mistakes to block their way towards a brighter, better future.

• more interesting interpretation: Shoto is facing away from the viewer, towards a blinding light. If we assume that the viewer is the narrator, aka Endeavor, then one way to interpret this is Shoto stepping away from Endeavor (and his traumatic past), towards a better future in which he has people that will support him instead of tear him down. And that Endeavor views this as a good thing - the best thing Shoto can do. Considering his douchebag behavior at the beginning of the series, it’s good to see that growth.

• look at the positions of future!class 1A. Bakugo is the one closest in position to Shoto, followed by Deku. Ochako, Iida, Momo and Kirishima make up the next line. Tsuyu is slightly ahead of the rest, and I can’t tell who the next person is since we only see their legs, but I’m assuming it’s also a member of class 1A and the rest of them are out of the picture and waiting.

• Bakugo and Deku are facing forward, but have twisted their upper bodies to look back towards Shoto. They’ve got both feet planted on the ground. Are they waiting for Shoto to catch up?

• Also despite being physically closer to Shoto, Bakugo is 3/4 turned to the side and his face is in a side profile, while Deku is turned fully to the side and has a full face profile. Origin trio feels.

• Kirishima is also looking back at them - from his position and line of sight it looks like he’s either looking at Bakugo, or Shoto. Probably both. Also considering his posture—hands on hips, half turned, foot rising off the ground but not entirely as if he’s in the middle of stepping forward—he’s in the middle of taking a step towards the future like the rest of his classmates, but just like Deku and Bakugo, is looking back to make sure they (Bakugo and Shoto) are catching up. (The Kiribaku shipper part of me is screeching with joy)

• closeness indicates level of emotional connection? Same for looking back. Even in that hypothesized future, Deku shows concern for Shoto, with Bakugo (and maybe Kirishima), showing their concern as well.

• sort of hard to notice but we can see a bit of Momo’s face. She looks like she’s talking to Iida.

• Something I find really interesting is that Ochako, Tsuyu, Iida and Momo are looking and walking forward towards the light, while Kirishima is walking forward but looking back at Shoto and Bakugo, and Bakugo and Deku have paused their walk and are looking back towards Shoto. Not only does it imply that they’re way ahead in reaching the golden future they desire unimpeded, but it’s also… the ones who aren’t looking back, they trust that Shoto will catch up to them. The ones who do look back hold that same trust, and look back to confirm that he’s catching up to them. And with the way they stopped walking, they’ll wait for him to catch up to them if needed so that they can continue walking towards that desired future together. Gives me the feels.

• also look at the way they’re grouped. Ochako, Tsuyu Iida and Midoriya are close together, bc they’re friends. If read left to right, the next person we see from Ochako is Tsuyu. Even in the future they’re paired up, dawww. Momo is also talking to Iida, implying that they’ve grown closer thanks to their class representative positions. Ochako is walking alongside Iida, with Deku standing a bit behind but inbetween them, symbolizing how he brought them together. And then there’s Bakugo, who’s near the center but standing alone, only the one closest to him and on the right is Kirishima, whose posture is relaxed and waiting, symbolizing that Kirishima is Bakugo’s closest friend. And all of them are loosely grouped together, symbolizing their bonds, and since Shoto is walking up towards them, also shows that he’s a part of those bonds. It’s super cute.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

There's a lot of replies And reblogs saying that Yang looks more like Raven than Tai but I disagree - Yang really does look pretty smack dab in the middle of Tai and Raven.

Purple Eyes (Raven's Red + Tai's Blue)

when it comes to Color, Yang's always had more of an Earthen pallette, but almost always black accents - Black gloves, black pants, black spats, in the above photo black belts and straps and stuff - While Tai notably doesn't have black on him, aside from his tattoo, while Raven is Primarily Black and Red.

In construction of her outfits, Yang almost always had some sort of Bra/Wrapping/undershirt visible across her Chest (Yellow with her Emblem in OG, Black bra in 'Hunter' outfit, something Orange in Vol 5-6) evoking that Black part around Raven's chest, with Ember Celica being very 'Spiky' not unlike Raven's armguards - and seemingly her outfits get more "practical" as the series progresses, making her look more like Tai as it goes on.

Her outfits are built more like Tai's in terms of layering, but look more like Raven's in terms of shapes and pattern.

Now with the Hair - obviously it's long and and Yang has an Ahoge like Raven, but Raven's hair is spikier and more feathery, while Yang's is more smooth and wavy/curly like Tai's. I would like to say that Yang's Hair is EXTREMELY YELLOW. Look at Tai's hair, it's very pale sandy-blond, and Raven's, obviously, is black, so. I guess Yang gets her color from Tai, but saturation from Raven?

Anyways, I just saw a lot of people talking about how Yang was just a Raven Recolor, but never seemed to talk about how much she takes from Tai as well.

Also it might just be lighting but Yang is the only one of RWBY to not just seem extremely pale, especially when compared to her parents. Even Weiss seems pale compared to Willow, who definitely doesn't get the sun her daughter should've gotten.

Ruby looks exactly like her mom and nothing like Tai

Weiss looks like her mom and nothing like her dad

Blake looks like her mom and somewhat like her dad

Yang looks exactly like Tai and only a little like her mom

[2stregafangirl]

In P4 arena ultimax the younger twins survive where after being unsealed from the seal Kimiko’s and Yuri’s bodies are starting to decay due to lack of physical activity, so they fuse with the main elements of their personas, Kimiko fuses with water and Yuri fuses with fire, they revive as somewhat elemental zombies with the need to feed on shadows and they revive during Ultimax, Kimiko’s skin is a light blue shade and her hair has gotten longer and spikier she’s wearing a frilly blackish jade green-dress with frilly sleeves a black corset the dress shows off her neck and cleavage wears a deep dark jade green spiked collar and black shoes, she has the ability to manipulate create and control water in any form, she can even create a Nata cleaver made out of water to fight with, She uses her ultimate persona Hemera to fight, she often feels cold to the touch.

Yuri’s skin is a light red shade and he has grown a little beard, he wears a outfit which gives off general vibes which is a light pinkish red collar with the collar being buttoned long sleeves with buttons the side of the outfit is similar to the flaps of a scientist’s lab coat, he also wears white pants white gloves maroonish reddish pink army boots a white Captain hat with a Light pinkish red symbol on it which is actually the symbol that appears on Judas’s coffin, the same symbol that is on the side of his outfit, the brim of the captain’s hat is grey, Yuri has the ability to manipulate create and control fire, his weapon is still his signature chainsaw but he can rev it up so a light red energy is seen engulfing the saw blade part of the chainsaw as it it becomes engulf in flames to attack, Yuri is quite muscular and uses his ultimate persona Judas to fight.

[honeyfizzly]

Giving my opinions about all the yttd designs because I can lmao, warning for some spoilers (mostly when talking about the dolls lol)

Sara chidouin- her hair really isn't that bad, like it dosent make sense much but it's not the worse hair style I've ever seen (nor is the worst in the game).

Uniform is basic but I like how Sara wears her uniform properly compared to Joe, showing that she's the more responsible one out of the two.

Joe tazuna- when I played yttd with a friend we both called Joe "sonic" because of his spiky hair. So his spiky hair will always be awesome to me.

Other than that, I like the dog motifs (like the Keychain and lil bone). His uniform also has his blazer unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, showing up that he's more of the carefree one of the two.

Mishima- not sure how an 30 year old would have their hair gone already grey so I feel like he really should've been made older.

Alot of his character is carried by his posture (with his odd pose and mad man smile) while his clothes are kinda plain. His glasses are cool though, they're very small and realistically wouldn't be covering his eyes but I think it helps serve his design rather than take away.

Kai- not much to say about his design, androgynous and mysterious looking which is a pretty good combo imo. I like how the apron is a warm color compared to his very dark pallette.

Reko- pretty good punk looking lady, her pallette is pretty dark with splashes with bright red and yellow. There's really nothing much to say about her since she's fine, maybe adding more yellow with some more piercings like nose piercings?

Alice- his hair is so weird in my opinion and I feel like he could've gotten a better hair cut, but I do like how vertical stripes are a constant motif in his design. His prison uniform is basic with nothing of note and the chains aren't too distracting.

Nao egokoro- I think softer colors would've worked with her better but other than that she's fine i guess. Maybe more accessories or more obviously art related stuff on her? Like some paints splashed on her overalls could've been nice.

Kanna- the bucket is very cute I will defend it with my life. The red is her skirt dosent look that good to me and I would've preferred it to be the same pink as her tie on uniform. I like all the greens in her pallet though, I think green is a good color for her.

Sou- his color pallet is kinda everywhere 😭 purples, reds, greens, blues, and brown. I wish it was a more organized pallet and should've stuck with reds (for the scarf, it's kinda important so can't be taken away) green and a little bit of blue.

Keiji- his hair color is so ugly I'm sorry 😭 litteraly looks like a durian. I wish a more desaturated yellow was chosen for the hair.

Other than that he's pretty good, looks like a suspicious man which he's presented as the beginning. I don't really think he needs to look like a "cop" because he isn't one and that's not what is trying to be conveyed with his design.

Gin- sweet sweet boy, very good design. Looks like a little boy with an special interest with animals.

Only complaint is that maybe something alligator themed could've been add in his design cause alligators are cannonical his favorite animal. Dosent have to be anything big maybe just a key chain or an scale pattern somewhere.

Ranmaru- I like how his design directly contrasts Joe (Joe being very bright and in your face with his colors, while Ranmaru is basically black and white). Other than that nothing much to say.

(3b spoilers) I do think his logic route sprite is interesting cause the eyes change color, so maybe there's a symbolic meaning to how a character's eyes are drawn? Also his hair becomes more fluffier but also spikier too, so it's shows that he's kinda unhinged and dangerous (compared to how his hair is usually well kept)

Anzu- very cute but she dosent scream "clown" other than her little jester shoes that are only in the Keychain merch. Her being a clown could've been pushed more and maybe she could've had some subtly clown make up or her hoodie could've been made to look like a jester's hat.

Hayasaka- very basic looking and his outfit is pretty similar to mishima's. His body posture kinda carries all of his personality instead of his actual outfit.

Kurumada- his hair is very fun 10/10 but I wish his outfit was more striking like how his hair is. Also since his eyebrows are always furrowed it looks like he dosent have eyebrows😭

Mai- I love her big stupid bread hat, very nice and striking part of her design. Her design is very nice with its lovely warm colors but she also looks very similar to a floor master??? Like she could pass as a floormaster most definitely, idk if that's intentional I just find it weird.

Hinako- her anatomy is weird with her tiny little stick legs and her hair is an bright color of pink which I personally didn't like at first but it's grown on me.

I feel like a longer skirt would've worked better for her but I do like how her hands are always shoved in her pockets, it's somewhat stand off-ish body language.

Sue miley- I wish the dessert she was based on was more obvious but I kinda feel in love with her design when I first saw it. I love how melty the chocolate parts of her clothes are and I love the spiky hair.

Her "pre asunaru" design is simple but nice, she looks not unhinged and just a science lady.

Tia safalin- love love her design! Her food theme is much clearer and I like the ribbons and witchy hat. Her design is very nice to look at imo. I wish her boots weren't that ugly though (I get that it's meant to match with ranger but the brown color dosent fit)

Rio ranger- I like how cluttered and chaotic it is, and his little mouth signs are an awesome idea. My only complaint is that the ice cream seems kinda tacked on for the dessert theme and dosent really fit.

Midori- pretty solid design, his eyes are creepy with how they're wide open and starring straight at you. He's also very in your face with how he's leaning directly towards you too.

The red scarf and green hair combo works here cause of how little colors are in his pallet (only really black, red, green and sometimes yellow depending on the sprite)

Gashu- he looks like an classy older looking man. The turtle neck is nice and his posture is very ridged which makes his one "freak out" sprite in main game stand out way more. Not much else to say.

Maple- I love how pancakes and syrup are litterally on her hair, it's so cute and a unique detail. Maple has a cute maid outfit(at least it looks like a maid outfit to me lol) with a skirt thats litterally syrup which is super cute as well. Her design is very cute lol.

[amy-of-darkness]

One of the things about your art style is how you do hair. They are all so unique and different from each other. Now, I know Charby's hair is supposed to look like horns for his 'Little Devil' deal, but can I ask what the inspiration behind Tony's and Mannick's haircuts in particular?

Yeee thank you! I do try to vary them up, I have an easier time coming up with weird hairdos than outfits haha! Charby's hair was also intended to be a little cat and bat like, the weird bats in Medieval art especially!

Mannick's little hair bits in the back are inspired by birds! His original concepts they were a little spikier/blended like a cockatiel's crest or even a cardinal, but as time went on I wanted to define them a little and gave them the more distinct 8 expressive bits that stick out the back of his head like a secretary bird and the little cardinal-like bits at the bottom. Changeling Demons use those to communicate, it's one of the features that carries over no matter what form they take! (the other, eyes!)

This one I think people will find very amusing, both Tony and Mye share a hairdo influence. It's Betty Boop!

Tony himself was very much inspired by early Fleischer cartoons, and his hairdo is pretty much Betty's taken to the extreme! She also has these little curls on the sides of her face, for Tony I just turned them up to 11. A lot of my hairdos are just playing around with shapes and seeing what looks interesting. I really thought sideburns looked cool at the time too, so I thought making them weird would be fun.

Tony's hair has gotten a little less curled and a more angled spiral, while Mye has kept a little more of that round curl in hers.

[wildfire317]

So fun fact about my demon slayer O.C's Tsuki and Usagi-Sama they started out completely differently to how they do now!

Originally Usagi-Sama had more of tsuki's current traits, in the sense that she was originally a human woman who was very kind hearted and would comfort anyone who she sensed needed it: demon or not. She was originally going to be a traveling merchant who sold a variety of things that would assist people in making mischief such as masks and various fireworks, and sweets. She was much more of a prankster than she is now and how she originally met tanjiro and nezuko was basically her crashing into them while running away from a prank gone slightly wrong. And she would have been the first one introduced to rui out of the pair in while she was traveling through the mountain she would have found him after he got stuck down a short (like just tall enough for him not to reach by trying to jump back up) but sheer drop and she helped him get back home safe and sound.

On the other hand Tsuki originally was a child @buse and kidnapping victim and was almost a r@pe victim who had been turned into a demon by muzan who was baffled by the fact that she was hiding from him and almost completely catatonic, so he sent a message to rui asking for his assistance because he was closer to her age physically and mentally. Eventually rui would have gotten her to stop hiding in the top corner of the literal closet and by the end of it, it was decided that she would go with rui and stay with the rest of the family until she went out for a walk one night, got lost, hid under a tree and slept for the day and came back to where they were living only to find everyone dead. She was also originally black haired with dark grey eyes and much fluffier and spikier hair but after getting turned into a demon she stressed herself out so much that her hair turned white.

So that was how they started out in my mind and what is written down on my oc box page @wildfire317s-oc-box is how they are from now on.

[tsukaramachi]

Reunited (Yandere N Harmonia x Reader)

(The image above is from a pokemon valentines event btw not my art. Sorry if my writing sucks :/ The story is also on quotev too and if anyone wants me to post the Yandere akira one too then send me an ask in the ask box please)

“I’m finally coming home…” looking down at the mass of land underneath you as a couple of clouds blocked your vision. You have arrived back home in your own region, Unova. Petting the side of Reshiram’s white feathers, you ponder on where you should land. You thought about paying a visit to your mother in Nuvema town, but it was still a bit far away.

Looking down, you notice how some things have changed since you last visited. From what you’ve heard, your child friends had built a new life for themselves. Cheren became the new first gym leader to challenge the new youth and Bianca is an assistant for professor Juniper. You haven’t been able to hear from them much since they’ve gotten busy, but you still consider them your best friends even after your journey finished.

While reminiscing about your adventures, your hold on Reshiram’s feathers tightens. Prompting the legendary to look at you.

“Ah sorry Reshiram…I was just thinking about my friends…”

You watch as the white dragon breathes out a small breath of fire as if it’s exhaling at your lie. The legendary could clearly tell that you’re upset, but it turns back to looking forward once again. You sigh as you loosen your grip on Reshiram’s feathers and gently pet the area. Sometimes you end up tugging too tightly on its feathers, causing it to grow agitated but it never scolds you for it. For it knows the reason why you’ve been so somber lately.

After your last battle with N. The green haired boy disappeared with Zekrom. You searched all around Unova to find him afterwards and even heard about how some people spotted a giant black dragon flying in the sky. But you could never find him. You even took a journey to a far away regions in hope of finding N, but after two years. You couldn’t find him.

So here you are, finally coming back to your home region.

In the distance, the silhouette of a tower comes into view. Squinting your eyes to try and make out the building. A small smile makes it’s way upon your lips.

Dragonspiral tower, the place where you caught Reshiram and also a place you used to visit quite often. Reshiram flies over to the top of the tower, flapping its wings as it slowly lands on top of the old stone floor. You hop off from Reshiram’s back and throw your arms into the air. Holding your posture, you stretch your body to get rid of the stiffness you felt from sitting for so long. Dropping your hands down, you put your hands on top of your hips.

Taking a look around, the dreary atmosphere makes you feel a bit unsettled. Crumbled white columns and stray debris scattered about isn’t the most comforting, but you’re fond of the tower for something else.

Here, you ventured through the tower along with your pokemon against team plasma. When you reached the top, you witnessed N awaken Zekrom. Then you caught Reshiram at the top of the very same tower. Being here, you could recall one of the memories you had of N. You feel a nudge from the white legendary as it pushes at your back.

You smile and take a hold of its head and pet it gently. It sits down and rest its head on the floor. Sitting yourself down next to it. You lay back against it and doze off.

The sound of shuffling awakens you. Your eyes flutter open, but you’re soon surprised by the image of N’s face close to yours. You freeze in place as you watch him bring up a pale hand to your face. Brushing his fingers against your cheek, you look in awe at him.

Is it really him? The person you’ve been searching for all these years is now finally back? No words seem to make it out of your mouth. What should you even say when you’re so caught off guard?

N smiles at you as he leans in closer to look at you. His green eyes staring intently at yours. His hand lingers on your cheek, but it’s soon pinched. You snap out of your trance and your brows scrunch together.

“Wha-”

A light snicker comes from him. He steps back and flips up into the air. Your eyes widen as you watch the illusion before you fade. His light green fluff of hair grows as it becomes spikier and the green fading away into red and black.

“A zoroark!?” you stumble back into Reshiram, causing the legendary to wake up.

The wild pokemon lands onto its clawed feet, it turns to look at you once again. Its eyes narrow as a grin makes its way across it’s face.

It quickly rushes off and jumps off from the tower, leaving you dumbfounded with the now awake legendary. Taking a second to process what just happened, you snap out of it.

“Reshiram let’s go!” the legendary roars. It leans down as you climb onto its back. It flaps its wings and jumps off the tower, diving down with you clinging closely to its body. You can see the Zoroark look back up at you and it smiles. It lands safely against the floor, but changes into a different pokemon and runs off into the thick forest.

It’s still bright out so you tell Reshiram to follow it. The lengendary’s form shadows over the pokemon as it glides above the trees. Through the leaves, you can still track it. You can’t afford to take your eyes off of it.

The both of you follow the pokemon until it stops in an open clearing. You don’t recognize the area, but it makes you pause. Wild pokemon play happily in the open field surrounded by various wild flowers ranging in color. You can see a group of deerling run around happily and a couple Sawsbuck watching them nearby.

A gust of wind passes through and cottonee and whimsicott drift past you. A sweet scent makes its way to you and you see a pink mist emit from a lilligant dancing around with a couple of other pokemon.

In the distance, you can see the zoroark morph into N again. It raises its hands and waves, but to whom? It’s facing away from you and Reshiram but before you could see whoever comes out. Reshiram suddenly stops and the two of you begin to fall.

Adrenaline rushes through you as you try to keep calm, “Reshiram what happened?!” but the pokemon doesn’t budge. You lose your grip and fall off from the legenday. It’s eyes closed, you call out for it to wake up again. But it’s no use.

Reaching into your pocket. You swiftly pull out its pokeball and call it back. A red light surrounds it as it shrinks and goes back into the ball.

You stuff the ball into your back and shut your eyes. Your only pokemon you have that can fly at the moment is Reshiram and even if you did somehow have a way to stop the fall you don’t have enough time to look through your bag to pull out the right pokemon.

You close your eyes shut as you brace for impact. At least your pokemon are safe…but you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to see them again once you reach the ground.

“Sigilyph, whirlwind!”

A gust of wind circles around you as you’re falling stops. You’re lowered to the grass below. When your foot reaches the ground the wind stops and you fall to your knees. You try to catch your breath as you try to remain calm. You were going to scream, but the event had taken you by surprise making you now feel the fear course through you.

hearing someone get closer to you, you look up to see A darmanitan and the Zoroark that shifted into N from before you fell. The two look at each other and nod.

“Wha… what happened?” you say as you look up at them, you hear something else make its way towards you. But before you can see them, you hear someone murmur a command. Your eyes start to feel heavy, a yawn escapes from your mouth as you try to stay awake. Your arms feel weak causing you to fall onto the soft grass.

“Wait…do you know where…where I can find him?”

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As N watches peacefully rest. He smiles as he brushes as stray hair away from your face. Ah, it’s been so long since he last saw you. After your final battle, he left to find another way to make his ideals come to fruition. But as he traveled with Zekrom and spent time away from humans. A strange emptiness within him began to grow.

While he was surrounded by the kindness of Pokemon. His interactions with humans lessened with him leaving team plasma and his father being arrested. He was truly free from his old life and while he had ended liberated by you, he had no where to go.

He thought he could find another way to liberate Pokemon without hurting humans, but the feeling of longing made his vision become unclear. Wasn’t just being around Pokemon enough or did he just wish to return to team Plasma? But after seeing that some members had chosen to be passive about it and had gone into hiding, the feeling was still there.

For a while he tried to ignore the feeling by occupying himself by going to different regions to meet different Pokemon. But whenever he tried to act like he was happy it was no use. For the Pokemon he befriended would nudge him to go back to Unova. He wasn’t sure on why, but after recently coming back to Unova. His frisky Zoroark would leave without notice.

He trusts all Pokemon and he always let his Pokemon have the option to leave, but it was a bit strange that the dark type Pokemon had developed the habit of disguising itself as him. Oh but the wonderful surprise that his friends gave him today was so exhilarating.

First, they lead him to an open field deep within the forest that had various Pokemon that lived in the area. He was able to laugh and interact with each and every one just like how he used to as a child.

It was fun and it took his mind off of the foreign feeling, but when Zekrom started to act strangely. He could tell something was coming for how the legendary would stare off towards the same direction.

But he never thought that he would be rushed out to see you again. He couldn’t understand it but once he saw you, he asked a nearby group of Petilil to use sleep powder on the legendary. Which caused it to stop and fall towards the ground. He then had to command his Sigilyph to use whirlwind to cushion your fall to keep you safe.

While the sleep powder didn’t hit you directly, some of it had gotten onto you which made you fall asleep after reaching the ground. He didn’t mind though, it was perfect.

Now, he’s able to watch you rest peacefully by his side. No conflict and being here with you put him as ease. The feelings that pestered him so vanished like thin air when you’re with him and now he understood what those feelings are: it’s love.

He didn’t notice it before but the feeling had blossomed whenever he would see you. In Accumula Town, in front of Nacrene gym, and on the ferris wheel in Nimbasa City. With every meeting, he wanted always anticipated for you to come and he thought of you as some type of rival. But as time went on he realized that you, you’re someone special. Someone who has a strong bond with their Pokemon and is able to understand them without needing to speak to them. He couldn’t believe it before, but after his final fight with you. He missed you terribly so.

Whenever he was riding on Zekrom’s back, he would look down as if he was searching for you. Whenever someone that looked remotely similar to you passed by, he would take a second glance every time to see if it was truly you. At night he had dreamt of you and woke up in the morning to feel emptiness in his heart. He had thought that maybe he was growing paranoid but his friends knew what it really was. Pokemon truly understand more than he ever could.

Raising his hand up to his mouth, N chuckles to himself as he can’t help but find you cute like a sleeping Munna.

“I know you can’t hear me now, but I’ve been wanting to tell you this (Y/N)…” N takes out a one of his golden square bracelets from his left wrist. Slipping the object around around your own, “I love you, (Y/N)… I thought I could be happy seeing Pokemon liberated from being used as tools, but now I’m selfishly wanting more. I want you to be there by my side…I want only you with me and the thought of being away from you again pains me to think of it. You tore away the world’s black and white visage that I had when I was king of team plasma, and I can’t help but wish for you to  stay by my side so I won’t ever lose my way again…”

Leaning down towards you, he tenderly brushes the back of his hand against your soft skin. After two long years he’s reunited with you once again and this time. He doesn’t plan on leaving or letting you go.

[aroseandapen]

Kokichi messed up, and now he was going to pay the price. At least, that was what he thought, until he wakes up with the sun blinding him back on shore.

Warning: drowning, near death experiences, also shark mention

He didn’t have the strength to fuel his panic any longer. His limbs turned leaden, his thoughts rising with startling clarity despite his ebbing consciousness. The surface, previously just out of reach of his clawing fingertips, now seemed miles away through the tunnel of his vision. He didn’t have the strength to kick for it, even. How quickly his energy ran out.

Oh…

Regret rooted deep within him. Things he could’ve done differently flitted through his mind--above all, though, he wished he’d stayed home like he wanted to.

A shadow crossed overhead. Maybe a shark, he assumed, with the vague thought at the back of his mind unhelpfully supplying that shark attacks on people were actually fairly rare. He didn’t know if that was true though, and certainly not relevant.

Too bad. Kokichi closed his eyes, his thoughts bubbling from his head like the oxygen he’d lost long ago. If a shark ate him, at least his death would have meaning.

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Kokichi opened his eyes to the sun blinding him. He flinched away, blinking rapidly until his vision returned. Something shot over him, casting a sudden shadow across his face. He barely made out the silhouette of a person with spikier hair than Kokichi had ever seen in his life. Like a pineapple but--he realized as more of his sight returned to him--purple and even more ridiculous. With the weird-ass fin accessories at the sides of their head where ears should be, Kokichi thought he must be dead to be dreaming up this sort of strange sea elf bull.

His arms were light and floaty after the lead weighing them down previously. He reached up and, half-delirious, gave those weird, translucent fins a tug.

“Ow! Hey!” The head withdrew and once again the sun blinded Kokichi. “What’s that for? I save your life and you just pull my fins like that?”

Everything suddenly came into sharp focus. Though he trembled and his body felt like jello, Kokichi painstakingly pushed himself upright to look at the man who’d exclaimed. Similarly to Kokichi, the other was lying along the sandy beach, the tide close enough to rush up his back with each wave. But the stranger’s torso, instead of legs, ended in a long scaly tail that began at his hips and ended in a fin.

“Wh--?” Kokichi started, but stopped, raising a hand to his head. If he’d passed on, then it wasn’t fair for him to have the splitting headache that he did at the moment. “Am I dead? Who’re you, and why do you got a huge sea urchin on your head?”

“Sea urchin?!” The stranger--the merman--dug his fingers into the ground as he pushed himself a little higher. His biceps were taught, his arms thick and well defined, his body much the same. Maybe it was the sun and the seawater in his system, but Kokichi’s dumb gay heart skipped a beat. “The name’s Kaito Momota, and I’ll have you know, human, that you’re talking to royalty here. You’re not dead; you’re welcome for saving you, by the way, you were half drowned when I found you.”

Kokichi vaguely recalled the shadow that had crossed overhead as his consciousness faded. He shook his head.

“Nope, definitely dead. Or dreaming. Mermaid royalty my ass, I’ve probably got my lungs all full of water… yep that makes way more sense.”

Kaito shook his head hard. With his hair stiff as it was, it hilariously didn’t even sway with the movement. Giggles bubbled up from Kokichi’s chest, until they were popped by the merman’s next words.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be like that, I’m just going to go. I think you’re good now.”

The merman began to drag himself to face the other direction. Kokichi’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Wait!”

He grasped Kaito’s wrist. While he didn’t know why, something in him didn’t want the other to go. Maybe it was because he still hadn’t gotten his bearings and didn’t want to be left alone. Maybe he just wanted to know more about the stranger. Either way, Kokichi even surprised himself by stopping Kaito from leaving.

Kaito did stop, looking back at him.

“Sorry,” Kokichi muttered out quickly, with barely any breath to carry out the apology. “I’m just… very confused right now, ok? Stay.”

The merman sighed, and rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, sure, I mean… that’s what I meant to do from the start, you know?”

[starrybouquet]

Rare Metals

I finally worked up the nerve to post a fic! It's fluff, enjoy! And let me know what you think :)

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***

As usual, it was all Daniel's fault. After all, he was the one who'd glimpsed Furling text on the MALP footage of P6X-830. Which meant, of course, that SG-1 had been sent to said planet. Nevermind the fact that P6X-830 was a perpetually rainy planet.

Oh, yeah, and the rain was green. Something about copper in the atmosphere. Go figure.

The greenish drizzle predicted by the SGC's weather guys had turned into a torrential downpour about four hours after SG-1's arrival, prompting them to triple-time it back to the 'Gate. Of course, they crested the last hill only to find that the 'Gate was now on the other side of a large river.

And so now they were here, hiding in two tents on the high ground across from the Stargate and waiting for the rain to end.

Jack stared disconsolately at his soggy ration bar. Or tried to stare at it. With the clouds and the planet's sun already set, it was hard to see anything, and he wasn't going to waste his flashlight on inspecting his ration bar--it might convince him not to eat it.

"Sir?" That was Carter, sitting on the other side of the tent, trying to ask him something. He roused himself from his ration-induced stupor and looked at her.

"Yeah?"

"Did we pack an extra jacket? Mine's soaked through." Oh, yeah. He'd been in charge of that this time. He leaned forward, trying not to let his mud-specked pack touch his nice, dry clothes, and also trying not to think of the associations "Carter" and "soaked" formed in his head.

"Here ya go, Carter." Jack tossed the extra jacket where he thought her legs were, though it could have been her feet. It was hard to tell through a sleeping bag.

"Thanks, sir."

 ***

Clad in a Jack O'Neill-scented coat and burrowed down as far as humanly possible into her sleeping bag, Sam Carter tried to fall asleep.

She'd gone through the slightly awkward process of changing into blessedly dry clothes while pretending to ignore the fact that her CO-who-she cared-about-a-lot-more-than-she-was-supposed-to was doing the same a few feet away, in the same tent. But while the dry clothes and sleeping bag were nice, she was still freezing. And, more to the point, as soon as she laid down she'd found a nice, hard lump smack in the middle of her back.

Sam spent a few more minutes debating whether it was worth losing the modicum of warmth she'd trapped in the sleeping bag trying to move something that was most likely a tree root, and came to the conclusion that she was ninety nine-percent sure that the lump hadn't been there when she put down her sleeping bag, and would therefore be more willing to move than a tree root. She thought it was probably a rock, though she couldn't imagine how she hadn't noticed it before.

Thus decided, Sam sat up and fished around awkwardly beneath her sleeping bag, looking for the offending object. Finally, her hand came in contact with something hard. With a grunt of triumph, she slid it away from her sleeping bag to the middle of the tent. Intrigued by the odd texture--it was nothing like the rock she'd been expecting, it was...softer and spikier, somehow--she pulled out her flashlight.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered.

"S'okay," O'Neill muttered, having apparently been bothered enough by her tossing and turning to sit up himself.

She shined the beam on the rock--and promptly froze.

It wasn't a rock at all. It was squarish, dark blue in color, and appeared to be covered in velvet.

She was pretty sure it was a ring box.

And since she was absolutely sure she had never ever brought jewelry offworld, then that meant...

With trepidation, she looked slowly up from the ring box into a rather panicked set of brown eyes illuminated by the flashlight.

Yup. It was Colonel O'Neill's.

 ***

Shit.

Exactly how had the ring he had purchased half a year ago gotten itself stuck under Carter's sleeping bag? And, more importantly, what was he supposed to say?

Jack stared at Carter as she slowly looked from the box to him, her eyes wide and confused.

"I'm not going to give it to you," he blurted.

Wow. Of all the things to say, he'd picked that? Sometimes, Jack was surprised at his own stupidity.

Carter blinked once, and her confusion fled behind a completely neutral mask. "O-Of course not, sir. That would be inappropriate." Her eyes, however, looked suspiciously glassy.

"No, that's not what I meant! I mean, I didn't mean to bring it, but-Hell."

He looked down, frustrated at his inability to articulate, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

Just make an excuse and get out of this, O'Neill.

He returned his gaze to Sam's face, only to find her head bowed instead, inspecting the threads of her sleeping bag as intensely as if they were one of her naquadah generators.

And something in the tilt of her shoulders, the cant of her head, the stillness of her fingers against the bright light of the flashlight told Jack that she was hurt. She tried to conceal it, shove it down so that even she couldn't feel it, but it didn't work.

They had always been able to read each other.

And in that moment, suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the regs, not the Goa'uld, not the pouring rain, not the hard ground. Jack knew they couldn't have the life he, at least, wanted, not until the war was over. But fate had given him a chance, and just this once, he'd take it. He could feel the panic melting away into resolve.

"Car-Sam," he said softly. He scooted toward the center of the tent and picked up the blue box.

She looked up then, and a bit of the confusion was back, clouding her eyes, along with something else. He thought, very quietly lest anyone hear him thinking too sappily, that it might've been hope. Cautiously, she moved herself toward him, sleeping bag and all.

Jack took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. He'd already messed this up with his perpetual foot-in-mouth syndrome once, and he'd be damned if he would let it happen this time.

"D'you remember when you went with SG-6 to that planet, the one with all the telescopes? A few months ago?"

Carter nodded, but didn't say anything. Apparently, being Carter and therefore fluent in Jack-speak, she'd figured out that he was trying to say something serious for a change and knew that talking would break his fragile concentration.

"Well, that week, while you were off playing with the other science geeks, Teal'c and I got to babysit Daniel. The planet he was negotiating with...PS7-whatever...did a lot of metalwork with their naquadah. Lots of fancy art shops and stuff. Anyway, one of the shops sold rings-" He couldn't hold her gaze, could feel the panic coming back with a vengeance. He fidgeted with the cuff of his BDU shirt. "Engagement rings, mostly."

Jack's hands felt like lead, but he forced himself to open the box, hand it to her.

"I got one. The ring--it's yours. I'm giving it to you." He looked down. "I love you," he said softly. "You deserve to know that. And maybe, you know, after the Goa'uld are gone, someday-"

He glanced up, but his eyes refused to focus on her face clearly enough for him to read her expression.

Sam's hand landed on his knee, and moved up, and suddenly his nose was in her hair and Jack could feel tears seeping through his shirt. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her, and her hands gripped the back of his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Huh?" Somehow, all these months and he'd never really thought about what she'd say if she ever saw the ring. Self-preservation, maybe.

She released him just enough so that they were nose to nose. Her eyes were so blue, even in the semi-darkness, wide and glassy with tears, and she was smiling that smile. The one that made his stomach flip.

"Jack, I love you. Yes."

He could feel himself smiling, a full-out grin, and he couldn't help it, didn't feel like he had any control over the happiness spreading over his features.  He pulled Sam tight against him again, buried his head in her shoulder, trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words into the squeeze of his arms around her.

"You know, you never actually let me ask the question..." he murmured into her shoulder after several minutes.

She didn't respond, but her arms slackened a bit and Jack pulled back, brown eyes still sparkling but face set in a very serious mien. Without breaking her gaze, he scuffled around the tent until he found the blue box and lifted the ring between them solemnly.

"Samantha Carter, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Sam smiled again, teasing this time. "I already said yes."

He dropped the solemnity and smirked back. "I know you did, but I wanted to do it right. It's my only chance, after all."

The strange surface of the naquadah alloy glinted as Jack slid it onto her finger.

Sam glanced at him in surprise. "How did you know my ring size?”

“I remember a lot of stuff,” he mumbled embarrassedly.

Sam smiled that smile at him again, brighter than the sun. "I know I just said it, but I love you. And we'll figure this out."

"Right back atcha," Jack murmured.

And finally, he leaned in and kissed her.

[sunshinesukuna]

Tyrannosaurus rex (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

genre: fluff

pairing: iwaizumi x reader

inspiration: my mom was cleaning out some the bookshelves and I found some old albums of my parents when they were younger. decided to tweak it a lil bit for my bars boy right here <3

A smiling baby with tufts of spiky hair grinning at the camera. A slightly older boy showing off a bruised ankle, surrounded by blue and yellow volleyballs. A drooling toddler with a small Godzilla toy on his chest. Others of the same person were all collected here in the book you had snitched from his house. 

"I’m impressed, (Y/N). How were you able to sneak out a book this size out of his house. You know he has eyes like a hawk,” Mattsun commented as he flipped through the album.

You shrugged in mock nonchalance. “I’m not a straight-A student for nothing, ya know? I just brought a really big bag." 

“Oh my gosh, look at his hair!” Oikawa cried. He pointed to a picture of Hajime at around 4 or 5 years, it seemed. His hair was spikier than it was now, forming a forest atop the young spiker’s head.

Mattsun burst out laughing. “This is what a T-rex would look like if it was human, tiny, and had Oikawa for a friend,” he said.

“Hey! That’s mean, Mattsun!” Seijoh’s setter slapped Matsukawa on the back.

“Is that really Iwaizumi-senpai?” Kindaichi asked. The first years had now started to crowd around you guys, eager for a look at embarrassing baby pictures of their usually strict senpai.

“Come here, guys. You have got to see this.” Makki gave up his seats to Yahaba and left to go to the toilet. Yahaba was red, trying to stifle a giggle at the sight of baby Iwaizumi.

BANG! The door opened, revealing a figure with wide arms and an angry face.

“I knew something was up when Makki was saying how I had ‘glowed-up from my T-rex hair phase’ or whatever,” the figure’s voice said.

“You’re still very reminiscent of the King of Dinosaurs, Hajime.” 

Oikawa placed a hand on your shoulder. “I am afraid that we have gotten ourselves into a hot mess, my dear.” 

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”

Both you and Oikawa didn’t say a thing as the Seijoh volleyball club sprinted away from the angry, volleyball-wielding, Iwaizumi.