#hm. hm i wonder why. hm. HM I WONDER WHY.

[nanaslutt]

minors and ageless blogs dni

college professor geto (30) making college student gojo (21) sit on his desk and spread his legs wide while jerking himself off so geto can watch his needy ass beg for him

“faster.” geto orders, gripping himself through his pants. gojo’s mouth waters as he watches his professor stroke the outline of his massive cock. he pants, playing special attention to the head of his cock.

“like this professor?” he asks, leaning further back and spreading his legs wider as he strokes himself faster, hips thrusting upwards to meet his jerks.

geto hums, “why is it you’re such a good obedient boy for me when we’re alone in my office, but during class you’re a disruptive little shit? hm?”

gojo smiles, biting his lip. “i wanted to get your attention, professor. i like the way you look at me when i piss you off.”

geto leans forward while palming himself, pressing his thumb so close to gojo’s hole and spreading him wide. “you know what i’m thinking about when i look at you like that?” gojo waits expectantly, cock dripping. “how i would love to see you crying when i stuff my cock down your throat.”

gojo grunts and smiles, eyes rolling back in his head. “want that.” he says, head falling back. “wanna suck you so good and fuck you after.”

geto raises a brow, hands caressing gojo’s smooth thighs. “you want to fuck me? what makes you think i’ll let you come anywhere near my ass?”

gojo tips his chin down, staring at his professor with lust filled eyes. “ever wonder why i wear,” he pauses to grunt on a particularly sensitive stroke, “why i wear those grey sweats all the time?”

geto narrows his eyes

gojo smiles and continues, “i see the way you look at the outline of my dick. you can’t stop thinking about the dumb jock fucking your hole.”

geto wraps a large hand around gojo’s neck, and his smile grows, as does the speed of his fist. “you wanna fuck my ass, brat?”

gojo nods. “so bad sir, wanna feel how tight you are around me. wanna-“ his hips stutter and jerk as his orgasm creeps up on him. “wanna pump you full of my cum, and i want you to tell me how good i did after. want you to thank me for it.”

“you’d have to make me cum, first.” geto says, cock straining against his slacks with interest, though he feins disinterest to watch gojo beg for it.

gojo nods, pants growing heavier. “i’d make you feel so good, professor. i’d fuck you so good. e-even let you have my ass after if you want it.”

geto whispers low, “oh i want it”

“yeah?” gojo’s word is a breathy pant.

“yeah. give it to me, baby.”

“yeah? fuck- fuck, gonna give it to you.” they lock eyes, getting lost in their filthy daydreams as gojo strokes himself to completion. “gonna- g-gonna- fuck! fuck, professor!!”

geto groans with him as gojo’s cock sprays cum all over his uniform and hand, jerking furiously. his cheeks are flushed a beautiful crimson color, and his moans and cries are music to his ears. he couldn’t lie.. the load gojo just released would’ve felt a whole lot better inside him.. maybe it was time to let his eager student ride his ass.

[plainclothesdisaster]

DPxDC Mechanical Engineer Danny

Danny caught the attention of Batman while studying at Gotham University for his alternative energy projects. He’s hired right out of college to work on the Watchtower.

He shows absolutely no tell of his abilities till there’s a dire situation- Flash’s electric discharge messes with one of his projects in progress and the whole base would have lost air pressure if he hadn’t done a quick fix using telekinesis and ice.

Of course Batman notices.

Batman assumes the worst- he suspects Danny’s a rogue of some kind, someone who has infiltrated the Justice League with an ulterior motive. But he can’t just fire Danny now- he’s the only one who knows how the new Watchtower energy source works. Plus, he’s not letting Danny go anywhere until he’s figured out his true motives.

Cue Batman subtly testing Danny- tossing things at him to trigger inhuman fast reflexes, having him lift too-heavy machinery, setting up convenient opportunities to steal or snoop or otherwise be up to no good. Danny does take advantage but only once, to use a computer terminal with unlocked clearance. He didn’t plant any bugs that Barman could find, and he otherwise kept up his powerless civilian act perfectly.

Still, Batman’s not satisfied. He brings an infrasonic sound emitter to Danny’s lab one day, and that, of all things, is what gets Danny to break.

“I know what you’re doing,” Danny admits with a sigh, finally. “If you’re really that suspicious of me, I can leave, but I kinda like my job so I’d prefer not to. The benefits are insane compared to what’s standard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. yeah. How about you turn off the freaking noise generator and we can talk?”

“Hm.” Batman obliges, and he takes the stool next to Danny at his gesture.

“Number one, I’m not a meta. Despite all the data and conclusions you’ve probably drawn otherwise. Number two, I’m on your side. I’m here to work on the base, that’s it. I follow your rules to the letter.”

“The-“

“The classified files I looked at? Yeah that was the one exception. You already know what I looked at, I’m sure, but maybe you haven’t figured out why. It goes back to point one- I may not be a meta, but I am something that organization, the GIW, cares about. I looked at your files on them to sus out your relations. Seeing as I don’t particularly love being the victim to twelve degrees of human rights violations if I can avoid it.”

“Hm.” The Ghost Intelligence Ward was one of many government agencies that the Justice League hadn’t worked closely with. But they also hadn’t been flagged for Justice League investigation. Danny’s comments made him doubt that call.

“Any other questions?”

“If you’re not a meta, what are you?”

“I’m an engineer. A pretty decent one. And I’d really, really like it to stay that way.”

Batman considers, and ultimately lets him stay. He likes Danny (everyone likes Danny), and it would be a massive pain in the ass to replace him. He really is a good engineer.

It’s only much later that his faith in Danny is repaid in spades.

Batman finds Danny on the Watchtower command bridge. Alarms are blaring, the station has been knocked out of orbit, out the window there’s shrapnel floating everywhere as a space battle rages around them.

On the station it’s chaos. Technicians run around, shouts from the med bay, sparks from the walls.

Batman and Danny stand at the main controls, watching the battle outside, stoic, unmoving.

Wonder Woman’s harried voice crackles through on coms: “We need backup.”

“There is no more backup.” Batman replies, while looking pointedly at Danny.

“What?”

Batman doesn’t move.

“What.”

“The impact from Darkseid’s initial attack should have sent this station on a terminal trajectory toward the planet.”

“Well. We aren’t currently plummeting to our deaths, so turns out it didn’t do that.”

“You did something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe Superman nudged us back on course in all the chaos.”

“I’ve been watching the trackers. No one else with the capability has come near the station.”

“Can’t you just be grateful we got lucky?”

Sounds of peril screech over the coms. Danny’s face scrunches.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. As it is now, we are going to lose this fight.”

“Isn’t there anyone else you can call?”

“I’m asking you. You can help, can’t you?”

The glare-off lasts a long moment more before Danny breaks.

“Fuck. Fuckity fuck.” Danny runs his hands through his hair. “Shit. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you to save this and countless other worlds from a genocide. I’m also asking you to save my friends.”

Danny looks at him, hard, weary, and with a kind of deep resolve that feels far too ancient to be on the face of a supposed twenty-something.

“Fine. Fine. Okay.” He steps back and transforms. If Batman is surprised when he shakes off his human appearance like an old coat, he doesn’t show it. But what’s undeniable is the being in Danny’s place has the unmistakable presence of power.

“No one else can know.” His voice echoes in a way that’s sonically impossible, both sounding closer and further away than he should be.

He pulls a gear-shaped medallion seemingly out of thin air and puts it over his head in one motion.

“If I get in trouble for this, I’m blaming you.”

He vanishes. Outside, the shape of the battle changes instantly. The stars seem to glow brighter as the arms of the galaxy flash with the colors of the aurora. Then it’s like the void of space itself comes alive. It moves the spaceships back like they’re toys, plucking them from one side of the field to the other. It finds Darkseid at the heart of the chaos and massive arms of nothingness and darkness wrap around him. He’s screaming as it swallows him whole.

His armies scatter. The battle turns. The JL deal with the stragglers, but the air of relief is palpable.

Danny reappears next to Batman, once again donning his grease-stained coveralls. Arms folded.

“Happy?”

It took all of five minutes. Less, probably. Batman tamps down a thousand questions.

“Thank you.”

“I’m gonna need two weeks off minimum.” Danny snaps. “One to deal with the bureaucratic nightmare you’ve just caused me, and another to recover from the headache.”

Batman blanks. “Granted.”

Danny sighs. “And I’m not fixing the station until I’m back. It won’t fall out of the sky as is. Make up whatever excuse you want.”

“Done.” He considers. “I would prefer to tell them the truth. That you saved us.”

Danny glares. “I’m not supposed to save you. I made a pact not to use my power to influence the mortal realm.”

“A pact with who?”

Danny rolls his eyes. “The embodiment of Time. The concept of Justice. Among others.” He smirks at Batman’s confusion.

“And what, exactly, does that make you?”

He stands, framed by the space window, haloed by the stars. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

Batman frowns.

“Look. I like you guys. I like working on your base. I like supporting the work you do. But you can not go factoring me in to any of your plans or contingencies. This was a one time thing.

“So to answer your question again: I’m an engineer.”

[marscantread7]

Mdni man😭😭😭 it gets filthy I fear.

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Thinking abt Xavier and Caleb both spotting you across the street, calling out your name at the same time. They shoot each other a glare, wondering who the fuck this random guy is talking to you. You look over and wave, but point at your phone, and in a different direction, indicating you have plans and can't talk to either before getting lost in the crowd.

Cut to Xavier and Caleb in a coffee shop sitting across from each other, glaring daggers.

"Name?"

"Xavier, you?"

"Caleb. How do you know her?"

"Through work, you?"

"Childhood friends." Which causes Xavier to huff.

They drink their coffee in silence before Xavier says he has to leave for "important work matters" which gives Caleb the perfect opportunity to stalk Xavier. He... becomes obsessed. Following Xavier everywhere, finding out he lives in the apartment right above yours, discovering that Xavier is the beloved Lumiere, watching him frantically look for and destroy protocores. He's even sort of endeared by how much Xavier sleeps and how tired he is all the time. What's so fascinating abt this guy that has you attached at the hip when you aren't with Caleb?

Both you and Xavier really need to get some curtains or blinds for your apartments, bc Caleb will sit on the roof of the adjacent building, watching both of you fuck like wild animals. Jealousy's ugly head rearing his mind at the thought of smb else watching you guys. Watch as Xavier's cock plows deep into you, your bodies glistening with sweat. Fuck... what he would give to be there with you both, fucking you and making Xavier watch... fucking Xavier as Xavier fucks you- wait.

And it's with his cock heavy in his hand, pre-cum drooling from the tip that Caleb realizes he wants you and Xavier. The thought of smb else watching you both, talking to you both, fucking you both... he can't stand it.

He starts joining in on your hangouts with Xavier, even trying to hang out with Xavier one on one. Xavier's a bit suspicious at first, especially considering his first meeting with Caleb, but he eventually warms up to him. Caleb notices how jealous and possessive Xavier is over you, and he can't help but want that for himself as well. Fuck... the thought of fucking the jealousy out of Xavier, reassuring him that he doesn't want anyone except for you and him. Caleb has to excuse himself to the bathroom to rub one out before he actually loses his mind.

It took some time, but Caleb did it. He won Xavier over, and he felt like a fucking God, being brought back to Xavier's apartment one night, making the pretty boy kneel for him. Xavier looking up with wide, blue eyes. Fuck, Caleb kinda wants to fuck his mouth, so that's exactly what he does.

Xavier gags on his dick so beautifully. Caleb wanted to remember this moment forever, so ofc he had to pull his phone out to record and take pictures. Slapping his spit soaked cock on Xavier's face as the man gasped for air, calling him a good boy.

"Yeah, you like choking on this fat cock? Come on baby, why don't you choke on my cum too?" And that's exactly what Xavier does. Caleb buries himself to the hilt, spilling down Xavier's throat, growling as he feels Xavier's throat constrict, gagging on his cum.

Fucking Xavier felt even better than he imagined. Xavier was so fucking tight, Caleb actually thought he was gonna suffocate.

"Poor boy's all cock drunk? Yeah? Come on, fuck yourself on this cock, ik you want it, greedy fucking boy. Ooh, fuck don't tighten up like that, fuck."

And that's how it goes. Caleb just talking Xavier through it, Xavier a whining, drooling mess, which he gets called out on. "Dumb boy's drooling? Hm? Close that pretty mouth baby, stay quiet. Should save all that spit for this cock, right?"

So Xavier's stuck biting his lip, trying to swallow back the whimpers. Who knew Caleb would be so fucking rough??? Xavier literally feels like he's on cloud nine, mind only focused on the thick cock plowing deep into him, hitting his prostate spot on with each thrust. They go all night, Caleb finally sated once the sun comes up, and they both end up passing out on Xavier's giant beanbag chair, covered by a small throw blanket.

That's how you find them when you visit Xavier'a apartment to check on him after you hadn't gotten a good morning message. Xavier wrapped in Caleb's arms, covered in hickeys and bite marks, sleeping peacefully. Your utterly confused bc when did this even come about??? But who cares, at least you won't have to pick between them now. Makes your life so much easier

Bonus-

Xavier getting really jealous bc smb tried flirting with you and Caleb, so you guys take him back to your place and show him that he's the only one you both want. You riding Xavier slowly, making him suck on your thumb as Caleb fucks him slow and deep, really making him feel it.

"This cock is all yours baby. Nobody else but you can have it. Gonna fill you to the brim. Mark you as mine. You want that, my good boy? To be claimed?"

Caleb's mouth is so fucking filthy, making your hips twitch, cumming on Xavier's cock. Caleb just hugs your back to his chest, muttering at you to keep riding Xavier.

"This night's all about our pretty boy. Don't be selfish and stop just bc you got all desperate and came. Ride his cock, baby. Yeah, just like that."

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Yeah.... Idk what this is man. I'm just really fucking horny rn chat, I'm sorry😭😭😭

[midnite-c6]

Heyyy! I just wanted to say I love your writing!! And I was wondering if I could request VIP!thanos x reader x VIP!Namgyu ?? I haven’t seen anyone write something like this yet and I think you’d write it so well😚 thank youuu❤️

ugh. yes. this. to pink guard, to frontmen and now to VIPs, god those pervy ones in season 1 really fit their essence!! this is also for the ones who wanted bukkake of the two! <3

VIP!thanos & VIP!nam-gyu x reader !!<3 warnings: 18+, DARK content, noncon, sa, sex, public space, threesome, no aftercare, degradationnnn (pls read at ur own risk!!)

つ⁠｡⁠☆ your broke ass was looking EVERYWHERE for a job... luckily! a man with dressed in a suit gave you a special card to call. boom. you're hired. but not as one of the guards, not as one of the players, but simply a servant, more of a maid. instead of being in any involvements during the games, you'd be cleaning up the soldiers rooms, washing the sheets for the 456 players who'd lay down on the beds, to think, the games were actually pretty clean and organized.

but... now it's your time to shine, since now the VIPs would come and visit. the frontman would prepare the small watching area for the VIPs, this was the first time you ever caught a glimpse of what was actually happening during the games, you thought it was some low quality TV show before, not realizing it was way darker than that. it made you quite shocked, and scared, duh.

the VIPs were loud and talkative, with their fancy suits, sure, but the ones in the corner were just full-on distracting! both had golden masks, a dog and a cat, they even seemed like bestfriends. "hey, pst, maid, c'mere." the one with the tattooed hand would signal you to come over, you were hesitant, but you decided to join them nonetheless. carefully walking over to not spill the tray you were holding onto. "a shot of vodka, please." the one with the cat mask hummed, offering his glass so you could refill it. you'd turn your face to the man in the dog mask, a much more deeper voice, he had the hand tattoos too. "babe, which player do you think will last the longest? bet on it, if you will." you shrugged, you weren't really trained to talk to the people you were serving at, especially in these type of games. he wasn't slow to surprise you, giving you a smack in the ass, making you yelp out loud. but only as much as they're the only ones to hear. "ah!"

"talk. i want you to talk. don't be boring.." he nudges your stomach, trying to annoy you even more. you really want to punch him, this guy's nerve. but the frontman was looking directly at you, if you were to do anything absurd, there's no doubt you'd get a bullet through your head. "just give us a damn number, woman, is it so hard?" the man in the cat mask groaned. he had less of a deep voice, sounding much more sly and snarky, like it was meant to push you over. "don't pressure," the tattooed hand would make way to touch your face, you were masked aswell, the frontman had his ideals in not to provide any information of the workers to the viewers and participants. "take this off? i'm sure you're pretty without it, hm?" you quickly shake your head! you can't do that! "fuckin' idiot, you remember what the guy said? no taking off masks." the cat was definitely much more grounded. "oh yeaah, whatever, nam-su. fuckin' stupid idea, but..!" "nam-gyu." the other one corrects, guess the guy wearing the cat mask was named nam-gyu? why do you care about this now? ..when the unnamed one has his hands now moving to your neck.. then to the sides of your chest, your body was shaking.. "they wouldn't mind if i take this off, huh?"

you didn't wanna strip! of course that wasn't in your plans, ever, even if it was in the darkest corner of the room! "i can see your eyes, all worried, sososo cute." he giggles, nam-gyu would sigh, "it's too easy," "right? m'sure it is, you getting turned on by masked men, honey?" this guy was getting on your last nerve. shut up! "let's make it a bit more challenging for me then." as if, as if you were turned on right now, as if you didn't tremble at the sound of his deep voice. "just say a number of a player, someone you'd think would survive!" you quietly mumble, not wanting any other servants or your boss to hear, "sir.. i.."

he cuts you off, with a warning. "...and if he dies, we'd get to fuck your cute little body, 'kay? make a wise decision." "and if she gets lucky? we'll just be blue-balled, idiot. thanos the legend my ass." his name was thanos ?? "shut up, jeez." was this even fair? no way! you shake your head, not wanting to do whatever they say. thanos would only scoff, flicking your forehead. "you're a servant here and you don't serve? are you dense?" this wasn't in anything you signed up for. "hey, man, we can take her to the bathroom later, yeah?" nam-gyu would question the black-masked man, you turn your head to face him, he surely knows what that implied.. but it broke your heart into pieces when he'd nod, not caring about you :(. poor you.

you look at the big window outside, quickly muttering out a number, you'd only pray that they'd live for the whole entirety of the round.

nope, the player didn't survive. (⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

nsfw below!! ->

as they both promised, carrying you out to the small bathroom stall strictly for VIPs, your squirms and attempts to escape were no match to their strength, especially thanos'.

"fucking hell! these masks were making me sweat." nam-gyu would take off his mask, forehead sweaty, he had soft yet sharp features, he looks young too. "let- let me go!' you'd see him look down on you and laugh. wow, it felt much more humiliating this way. thanos would toss his mask out aswell, flashing you with his purple hair. "looks like we won the bet, babeee." fuck, these were handsome men, who look like they're high as hell, but handsome nonetheless. "i'm sure you're not even thinkin' about it like it's a punishment."

thanos would quickly rip off the black tights you were assigned to wear, ripping off the black body-con dress that fit the aesthetic of the frontman's taste. he'd bite his lips, seeing the wet patch forming at the center of your panties, he politely moves them aside instead of ripping them off! still, he'd shamefully slide his fingers onto your slick, making you unfortunately moan in front of him, he'd take a lick at the residue that would stay on his fingers. "you like? you taste like you do." he asks, before diving in to give a generous lick on your pussy, licking the juices off clean, what the hell "stop-" you whined. he'd bite your clit in response, making you whine even louder, "if you didn't want this you prolly would've guessed better." making it sound like it was your fault, ultimately.

nam-gyu would move underneath the two of you, he was as aggressive as thanos, tearing more of your stockings, just to feel your pretty ass bare. his hands would grope roughly. "you used to takin' two?" he asks, into your ear. even at this point, you didn't wanna entertain them at all, "jesus." his grip on you would tighten. why was he so pissed all the time? "i'll fuck you with no prep, just answer, damn." his grip was now starting to hurt even more. "n-no! no. i'm not.. i'm not used to two." "yeah. was that so hard?" you shake your head. "no..no.." he was too rough, he makes the purple-haired one look gentle.

turns out, their idea of "prep" was just spitting on your trembling pussy, before putting out their dicks to simply put inside you! thanos was too teasy about it, he'd have the tip of his dick brushing against your pussy lips, slightly pushing past your hole, but he'd pull out quickly, leaving you to clench against thin air. "nn... please..." as much as you didn't want to, he'd make your subconscious beg for it! to beg for more! "beg more, baby, let me hear." "please, pleas-! hoh- fuck!" and when you did beg for more... nam-gyu, who was underneath you, would fully push inside your other hole, leaving a loud groan to echo your ears. "so tight, holy fuck. not used to anal?" you nod, it was pretty obvious. though that didn't stop him from starting a brutal pace, leaving you moan out from the pain and stinging feeling, whining about how it hurts too much... "stop bitching around, and take it, that's all your good for, yeah?" all the while, thanos's dick would teasingly brush against your clit, giving it the slightest bit of attention.

and when thanos would feel generous enough to slide inside your needy cunt, who was aching for his dick to finally be shoved, prepare for the thick loads of seed to be inside you, i mean, he seems pent up all the time. the sight of leaking cum out of you, juicing their balls dry, was too rewarding. "ah bro, i feel like a true VIP now," thanos would laugh. "she's beginner at best, i woulda paid less." that hurt a bit... still, they'd take turns to fuck your cunt and ass, dumping their load inside, leaving your body to become a container of their white sticky juice, you'd pass out from the contact, losing breath, and the compact space. :< "we'll come back again, okay?" "we already trained you for next time. don't forget."

now you're left in the VIP bathroom, your unconscious body lying on the tiled floor, they didn't even take the time to take off your mask to see your pretty face :(. you were only two holes to them </3.

war is almost over for me, my training is almost over 💓 i'll be free to write moreeeee

[dearru]

food for thought | o.miya

-> pairings: miya osamu x gn!reader | sfw | cw: none | genre: fluff | wc: 619 | mlist

-> synopsis: your boyfriend has odd eating habits, but it’s only because he loves you so much.

“You eat like you’ve been starved.”

“Hm?” Osamu remarks, shoveling onigiri into his mouth at a speed that makes you wonder how he hasn’t choked yet. The whir of the fridge rings faintly in your ear while you watch in amusement as he barely breathes between bites. It had become almost a ritual between you and your boyfriend to order in on cozy nights like these when neither you or him had the energy to cook.

It had also become routine for Osamu to scarf his food down in seconds while you pick at yours aimlessly.

“I said you eat like you‘ve just suffered through a famine,” you laugh, heart swelling with a soft affection. “Why?”

His chewing slows as he furrows his brow in contemplation. Swallowing, he slouches back in his seat and shrugs. “Force of habit, I guess. ‘Tsumu always stole my food if I wasn’t fast enough.”

“That makes sense,” you nod, though a nagging curiosity creeps into your head, accompanied by the urge to let it spill through your mouth. You wait for a beat before giving in to the feeling. Pressing your arms against the table, you lean forward.

“I have another question.”

Snorting, he fiddles with the little food that’s left on his plate. “Can I ask what compelled ya to analyze my eatin’ habits?”

Your eyes narrow, “‘Samu…”

“My bad,” he concedes, popping the last piece of onigiri into his mouth. “What’s the question?”

You pause, gesturing to the now-empty dish in front of him, “Have you noticed that you never rush through the food I cook for you?” Tilting your head, you add, “It’s only when we go out, or when you make stuff for yourself that you eat like this.”

Osamu doesn’t answer right away. He goes quiet for a moment, but he fills the silence by tapping his chopsticks against the table. Shifting languidly, he meets your expectant gaze and sighs, breaking the still. “I guess… it’s ‘cause I want the moment to last longer.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Y’know what I mean,” he replies, voice softening.

“I don’t.”

Groaning, he sets the utensils down to fork fingers through his hair. “Usually I’m the one that cooks, so when you do it—it’s special,” he explains, his lips parting slightly like he’s trying to find the right words to articulate an intricate thought. His eyes flicker down to his plate and back up to you. “I chew slower to show my appreciation. Sorta like how yer supposed to look at paintings in museums for a long time.”

Your chest pangs with surprise at his answer, and you raise your hand to inspect your now warm cheek. Gaping at him, slack-mouthed, his words echo through your head as silence stretches between the two of you once more. Despite being together for so long, Osamu’s words still could make you feel like you were floating.

When you finally speak, you can’t help but smile. “Are you comparing my cooking to a masterpiece?”

“No,” he quips, eyes twinkling with mirth, “That’d be offensive to artists.”

You gasp, “Rude!” But there’s no real feeling behind it. Giggling, you act on impulse and shove your half-finished plate of gyoza across the table towards him.

He hums, lips twisting upwards slightly. “What’re ya givin’ me this for?” His voice holds a fondness that makes you want to swoon.

“You’re cute. That’s why.”

Cocking his head at you, he smiles in appreciation. His nose is tinted pink from the steam that remains of your leftovers, and you find it unbelievably adorable. Chopsticks reaching to finish the food you had presented to him, he pauses to look up at you, catching your gaze once more.

“I think yer cuter.”

—a/n: picture me writing this and wailing in agony bcuz that’s exactly how it happened

requested to be tagged: @sahrii @mayyhaps (who also proofread this so shoutout may) @kameyyy

[eldritch-spouse]

Hm, here's a question. What would the main clergy mens thoughts be right before getting killed by their would be obsession? A human no less. Begging? Fear? Rage? Acceptance?

I suppose it also depends on how you'd kill them.

[True, method of murder will change some of these responses, or at least detail their thought process a bit more.]

Morell is in denial. You can't do anything of the sort, you're a piggy. Stop fucking with him. He laughs to himself a little, then says he'll be taking a nap.

Gallon is frozen. No one outplays him. Somehow though, he thinks this makes him love you more. Well done, you're incredible.

Patches wonders if he'll stay down for good this time. He supposes it's fair you'd hate him this much, he deserves this.

Santi won't lie, you've always looked good in red. He ignores the fact that he's dying to frustratingly flirt with you, one last time.

Grimbly begs you to save him. The more he begs, the louder he shrieks, the more he cries. He dies screaming about how unfair everything is and how he hates you.

Belo can't understand why. He can't understand how either. He's just so confused. He's only ever wanted purpose. His death is silent.

Nebul is self-assured. You were never meant to acquire that much power. You are nothing without him, he's already left his mark, you'll always be his pet.

Vinnel is out of his whole mind. He's somewhere between laughing and screaming hysterically. There's a bit of relief too, deep down.

Sybastian's always believed his death would be gruesome. He supposes, if anyone ought to kill him, then it might as well be the one he thought was mate-worthy.

Fank-e is scared. He isolates and tries to soothe himself by retreating into his favorite memories, before it all fades away.

Krulu has planned for this. He'll make sure killing him is the biggest mistake you ever make, because he'll take everything with him.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Yeah, but your hands are smooth and soft! And it hits at all the right places! My hands aren't nearly as accurate! And I bet it's rough too! Nah," Remus leaned over to kiss him, "You're perfect." He winked, then he started scrubbing his chest. He hummed softly as he gently cupped his breasts and rubbed his thumb along them. "I love them... I do wonder though... Why haven't you got any surgeries? You've done the one surgery to make sure you don't have kids... So why not do the rest?"

"Remus really is horrible to him. I've seen some of the tapes that we received from Romans house, and it's..." The man shook his head, "It's awful. He keeps saying that he wants to protect Roman, but how he treats him? He reckon he's just as bad as their parents, maybe even worse. Roman doesn't deserve that. He deserves you. I think it's more of an obligation, if I had to bet. He probably promised his parents that he'd protect Roman or some shit like that. But if he wasnt under that? I doubt he would care." The man tilted his head as he thought. "Maybe both? And sex. Don't forget the sex. Hm... Honestly, we could try. But Remy is so loyal to Remus that its sickening. But it won't hurt to try. We could also send him some sex dogs as a gift, just to prove that we're serious..."

But then the man looked up, and his eyes softened at seeing his boss brightened up. "Oh? He's finally wearing them? That's sweet. I bet he's really liking all the attention too, isn't he? Wow, he even moaned for you? That's great progress! I bet he's going to want you in no time flat! He's making fantastic progress! And how about that dog...what was his name... Oh, Janus? How is Janus doing? I heard about his little yelling stunt when he first arrived here. Has he been doing any better?"

Patton knocked desperately at the strangers door, praying someone, anyone was home. His heart beat as fast and loud as the rain thundering against the sidewalk. He was sure he was being followed, they were going to catch him. They were going to drag him back. He wasn't sure if whoever lived here might be worse, but he was willing to risk it at this point. Anything to escape.

{@moralpuppylover2}

Janus didn't know who would be at the door. It was late, but his master won't surely be home at this time. He normally doesn't get home until the sun starts to come up.

So, as the dog hybrid walked up to the door and opened it, he wondered who it could be. And if he should open it at all... Who knows, he may get in trouble with his master for opening the door. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him-

He stopped when he saw the soaking wet cat standing at the doorway. He could tell that this cat needed help almost immediately. Well, if his poor state of clothes were anything to go by. His eyes flickered up and down the sidewalk before he grabbed pattons arm and pulled him inside.

"are you alright?" Janus nervously asked as he grabbed a towel from the mud room. "Well, that's a stupid question, of course you're not alright! Are you...running away from your owners?" As Janus walked, the collar around his neck would jingle loudly. And even though it was cold outside and even in the house, he only had a pair of boxers on. Because of that, Patton would be able to see the numerous large scars that covered his body...and the countless amounts of fresh bruises.

@moralpuppylover2

[ladykissingfish]

Deidara: So you may be wondering why I called this meeting …

Hidan: “Called a meeting” my ass, blondie. You got us out here by screaming that the house was on fire!

Deidara: Anyways, I think it’s more than time we address the question that’s on everyone’s minds: which one of you gets to date me?

Itachi: … Pardon?

Deidara: It’s obvious that you’re all in love with me a little, hm. But I can’t just pick one of you, so I thought we should decide it as a group.

Sasori: Brat, I have to say, as far as delusions go, this may be your biggest one yet.

Deidara: I know you’re angry about this, Danna, because we’re partners and you think your claim should be stronger than anyone else’s. But we gotta be fair to the others, hm.

Hidan: Fuck that, you can keep him, puppet-dick. I’m definitely not interested in his dumb ass! I mean if he wants to bang a few times, sure, but —

Itachi: Deidara, why am I here? You don’t even like me!

Kakuzu: I cannot see how “dating” you would do anything other than cost me time and money. Pass.

Kisame: I would eat you alive. And I don’t mean that figuratively.

Konan: No offense, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have, er, the right “parts” to interest you.

Tobi: I’d love to date Senpai … *switches to Obito voice* You and I would make beautiful music together ~

Deidara, blushing: Well, I —

Sasori: Wait a second … Deidara, are your standards so low that you would actually date this masked idiot?

Tobi, still in Obito voice: I could take care of him better than you ever could, you wooden asshole. You, or anyone else in this room.

Itachi, sarcastically: Indeed. Because if Deidara just suddenly decided to stop hating Uchiha’s, he’d pick the least talented one of the group to date.

Konan: … Who’s an Uchiha, now?

Hidan: Holy Jashin, blondie … maybe we should be dating after all. I’d feel fucking guilty leaving you with this pool of losers. 

Kakuzu: Oi, if this is going to distract you all from your missions and hinder your bringing in money, then I will date the brat after all. I’m the only one with the self-control necessary to not let personal ties interfere with business.

Kisame: Pardon me, but you’re not the only one with exceptional self control, Kakuzu-san. I believe I’m talented in that area as well.

*everyone in the group begins loudly arguing with each other*

Konan, to Deidara: So was there anyone in particular you had your mind on?

Deidara: No, hm. I was just bored.

Konan:

Konan: Why are you like this?

[faceofpoe]

Poe, I was delighted, nay, obsessed with the post you reblogged about Collapsed Coruscant. What do you think would happen there after everyone with any credits fucked off to Hosnian Prime or wherever?

Ha, hello friend! Thank you for the much-needed break from doomscrolling. XD

My morbid obsession with Coruscant has always been around how we've seen it (it's so twisted! it just keeps burying itself, layer by layer! the iconic episode 10 Luthen&Lonni shot is of course an excellent example of the old mostly-forgotten infrastructure but my favorite glimpse of the depths is actually in the final Clone Wars season (there's a fucking lake! fucking what. and even THAT is like... so HIGH relative to the surface) (the SURFACE! there's some twisted remnant of a dead planet down there!) (I have gathered through the course of researching for a TBB fic that the TCW portrayal is largely born from a canceled video game called 1313? I think? Lost to the Dark Times the Disney I imagine. Anyway I digress)(MiniPoe just came down to tell me about his Sonic Encyclo-speedia and something about Metal Sonic getting too much backstory(?)(maybe?)so I lost my train of thought)).

BUT if we take a moment to imagine the infrastructure that must go into keeping the lower levels habitable (I'm not sure what the canon (if any) on how deep one can go) with food and water and air (I mean - AIR, at some depth surely it's just suffocating surely??) -

Side tangent there was an old EU novel in the New Jedi Order bonkers era where a mass evacuation of Coruscant/collapse of the government-ish happened and the novel Traitor has a character wandering the desolation of the planet and all the destruction and I don't remember a lot from it (there were def monsters though) but it's probably where my obsession was born.

Additional side tangent one of the EU X-wing novels has a fun little bit with a star destroyer buried (somehow??? these books were written pre-prequels, mind) under the city and it blasts its way free and just MAYHEM DESTRUCTION DEATH like millions of people just -

LAST side tangent in I thiiiiink the EU Jedi Academy trilogy (do not quote me on that) (also pre-prequels days) the Very Young Solo twins wandered off and ended up finding their way to the bottom of Coruscant where they met a dude who was like... a self-proclaimed king of the underworld (I think he'd once been some govt lackey under Palpatine maybe? I read these like 14 years ago lol) and he'd fled and was ruling happily in the depths and upon being informed 'oh hey yeah it's not like that anymore the Empire is gone you can come back up now' he was all "why would I I am a KING down here?" and just fucked off back to the basement.

Point being the EU was ridiculous as all fuck but it had fun playing with Coruscant before we had a Lucas-approved visual of Coruscant.

BUT if all the wealth up and fled Coruscant after the Empire. Hm. I mean, we still see a significant govt presence on the planet a handful of years later in Mando s3 I believe? So I like to imagine there was a sense of 'hey let's not murder trillions via negligence' but as time goes on and instability heightens and whatever the fuck First Order schisming or some shit (sorry I'm the worst sort of Star Wars fan (the type who thinks Star Wars would be good if only it were good))-

I feel like Coruscant would actually become a bastion (lol (no one gets that joke probably)) for remaining (wealthy) Imperial ideologues. Like - maybe some money would flee but I actually wonder if plenty wouldn't move in and continue enjoying living atop all the poor denizens of the depths. Content to live in the shadow of former Imperial glory and leave the New Republic to its rebuilding.

Ensuing power struggle with underworld warlord sorts who have been moving up since the Empire was yeeted? Waiting until the New Republic gets bored rehabilitating the galaxy to come all the way up and claim the prime real estate?

Eventual massive division and power struggle among a bunch of chaos factions, basically, is my proposal. Eventually, winning becomes more important than maintaining the infrastructure and supply lines. Eventually, maybe, the vicious competition for said supply lines ends up severing them altogether. Plenty of safer business to pursue, in the galactic rebuilding. Coruscant slowly fades from the greater galactic awareness. Left to its madness. Left to tear itself apart. Left to rot. Eventually left, undoubtedly, by many of the same sorts who set it on its slow death spiral in the first place.

Coruscant eventually goes dark.

Coruscant eventually goes quiet.

Every new level constructed through the millennia was, of course, built to be the best, the top, built to last.

How strange to finally have one emerge the victor, standing proud atop a dead city.

But the planet is just the same thing it always was, far back as history remembers - a tomb at the heart of the galaxy.

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

In Another Dimension Pt. 2

Link to Pt. 1

Unspoken truths..but this should be a little better! Thanks for reading!

Not only you but Satoru as well had js been the dealt the most fatal blow. What’s next?

A week later, you had received an email welcoming you to jujutsu college and letting you know that you will be staying off campus in the Gojo apartment suites. They’d sent you a list of the freshman courses you would be taking (the basic essentials) and asked what day would be good for a school tour. Then you got another email, which contained your flight information for a first class ticket to Japan, that leaves at the end of the week. Weird, because I didn’t by anything, you thought. By the end of the week, you had uprooted your life (not that you had much to begin with), grabbed your letter, gift, and was on the first plane away from that hellhole.

Once you left the airport, an older man with a very strict expression, help up a sign with your name on it. You rushed over, “Hi! Thank you..but I don’t remember paying for this.” You smiled sheepishly. “You didn’t. Mr.Gojo asked me to receive you and take you to the dojo apartment suite. I’ll get your bags, watch your step.” He said opening the door for you with such a bored tone. And just like that you were off. But who is gojo? And why does he know so much about you? You wondered.

“Hm, so you’re Sugurus little sister huh?” The unknown man said towering over you. “No, Im his dog.” You deadpanned. “Who the hell are you and why’d you do all of this?” You said glaring at the man. “Im Satoru gojo. I wa- am Sugurus best friend. Like sweets?” He smiled pulling out a handful of candy and moving his hand towards you, taking a handful in his mouth himself. Satoru? You thought…eyes wide as you take in this information. “Thanks” you mumbled taking the blue raspberry and lime flavored treat. “So, Im basically your babysitter so you better listen to everything I say.” He teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stepped forward. Taking an even bigger step back, “So where’s my room?” You said unfazed, beginning to walk to the elevator. Appalled by how easily you’d ignored him (though he quickly recovers), he steps into the elevator. “Top floor. You’re actually right across from little old me” He said, his head tilting to see your expression. Once again, unfazed you just look at the view from outside, dissociating from the world.

“Alright, here’s your keys. I have a spare so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks. “Let me know if you need anything, here’s my number” He says, taking your phone and inputing it yourself. Handsy much, you thought. “Erm- thanks I guess, gojo.” “Of course” He said making a saluting motion above his obiovusly rich glasses. At that moment you noticed the bracelet he was wearing. It was all black beta fish with icy blue eyes, dangling from the center. Without realizing it, you grabbed his wrist and held it up, to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. “Where did you get this?” You ask, curiously. “From a friend.” His voice clipped with a response, almost automatic. “Also, if you wanted to touch me all you had to do was ask” He grins. You immediately let his hand go, and walk towards your room. “Okay, you can let yourself out.” You called out as you shut your room door. “You’re no fun.” He yells, slightly smiling. Just like Sugu, he thinks to himself sadly. “Why’d he have, the bracelet that looks almost like mine, Sugu?” You whispered holding up your wrist letting your all white bracelet with a black beta fish with white eyes stare back at you. Allowing sleep to over take you.

The next day, you woke up with a shadow towering over your bed. You just blinked. “What gojo? And do you always break into peoples home, pervert” You spoke groggily. “Well hello to you too, sunshine.” He said leaning back with a slight grin. “A little fishy told me that you were going on a Jujutsu college tour today. So I thought, being the amazing, handsome, and considerate person that I am, that I would offer to give you a ride.” He spoke, shrugging. “But…if you’d rather walk or try to figure out Japanese public transportation yourself then…” He trailed. With a huge huff, you leaned up onto the banister. “Thanks. I’ll be ready in a second.” You said stepping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. After you got yourself together, you head into the kitchen to see gojo eating sweets again. “Don’t you ever get cavities? Sugar rots your brain. Considering there’s any left.” You scolded, declingin his offer. “Im just too sweet to handle, this sugar has nothing on the real treat, me.” He spoke smiling and tilting his head.

Gojo had dropped you off right in front of the office. “Have fun sunshine” He spoke cheerily before driving off. With a nervous sigh, you walked into the front. “Hi what can I do for you today?” The young lady in the front office spoke. “Hi my name is (your name) and I signed up for a campus tour today?” You said softly. “Of course, Mr.Yaga will be coming shortly.” She spoke before nicely dismissing you. “Alright Kid, from what I hear you’re originally from Europe? Im going to try to keep this as short and simple as possible.” He said and begin leading you throughout the school. From the cafeteria, to the library, to classrooms, to the gym, to the theater room. The options were endless. By the end of the tour, you were slighting panting and half exhausted just trying to think about getting around during the first day. “Well, there’s our illustrious school. See ya when school starts.” He said before walking to the door. Then he stopped, turned around softly before saying, “And im sorry about what happened with Suguru. He was a good kid, even if he was caught up in his head sometimes”. Oh. So he knew sugu too. You thought before looking in the sky. Oh suguru, what dimension are you in right now?

You were distracted by which way to go, when you bumped into a wall. Well not a wall, a man. A very well sculpted, man with blonde hair. “Oh, Im so sorry. I wasn’t paying any attention.” You spoke apologetically. “It’s fine, I apologize as well. Did you need help getting somewhere?” He asked gruffly. “Well…I don’t know where to go and I was trying to sight see but I think im just lost” You smiled, looking at the concrete. “I have a some time” He said looking down at his watch. “I can take you to a coffee shop, not far from here. It also has some good sights to see on the way” He said. “Perfect!” You grinned.

New stranger? Who could that be (wink wink) also the mention of the bracelet aww. And the connection between you and sugu is too cute!! I’m trying to make these shorter because I deliberately want them to end on specific parts.. but do yall like long parts or short parts?

Aesthetics: ——>

P.S This is how i imagine the bracelet to look except the fish is obviously more detailed.

[loop-lover-central]

Well since you are I'll give you a little treat

Some of my thoughts I made while making it and the choices why!

YAY!!! Read more Incase this gets long because I love yapping 🩶

A little closer.

Anyways let's just go head to toe with this big fella!

The head: I wanted them to look like the back of their head was exploding out, like it how people like to draw them after they ate that star with the wish literally blowing up their head. Originally their whole head was just a white mass to contrast Bigfrin but I didn't like it. So I added the black and thought it looks cool as hell.

Eyes: Made them red with star pupils as a nod to their true final form in game and also bigfrin. I also made them cry with anger as a nod to the king because the ~cinema~ but also because I feel like Loop deserves a big cry. And I used both of Loop's eye shapes. 'Half moon' as described by Siffrin when in their normal range of emotions and wide open as they're angry sprites. Also the blind eye is the angry one. Because they're blinding angry. Because genuine rage makes you blind or "see nothing but red".

Torso: You and others already pointed it out but I did make their chest star similar to the wish breaking. Because in the scenario Loop's wish WOULD be breaking. Because this is not helping Siffrin, this is hindering. I wanted to make them sorta decaying and drippy too, like they're falling apart for doing this but it just didn't look right when I tried it. Alas. Also the red gradient from Bigfrin ❤️.

Hands: HUGE CLAWED HANDS because I like to think Loop has a lot of "Oh I'm literally a monster" sort of thoughts post star-ification. And most general monsters are described as being big with claws that rip and tear. Also I made it sorta ambiguous if they're catching their own tears or clutching their chest star. Because both things are good. Are they clutching they're breaking heart wish? Or are they confused by their own tears. Who knows??

Leggies/footsies: They're kneeling. Another parallel to the king, yes, but also it's supposed to oppose Bigfrin standing tall, distancing themselves. Loop is getting close and personal. Or as much as they can as a Kaiju without just straight up laying down.

Extras: Lots of stars and dust flying around. Almost like... stardust flowing off a dying star's core. Hm. Wonder why that is? (Looks at my Loop is a white dwarf star propaganda that I need to post.)

Siffrin!!!: Lil guy. No hat. Is this because he ALSO bigged out in the scenario or did Loop bigging out blow it away? No clue actually (I put him there purely for scale and did not think about it.)

I PRESENT TO YOU ALL THE BIGLOOP

AKA what if Loop got a big end of world transformation

[mistytwooo]

Hm… I haven’t seen one Annette x richter…. I wonder why that is…

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

people making magical girl polls that include utena but not anthy make me go insane. in like. the bad 'i wish to kick something' way.

[starzovermarz]

stupid

[zentriii]

hope u don’t mind but taking this in another direction on top of that. yk with enough propaganda i can see the safety konoha advertises being twisted into one of those unspoken social rules that the more children you have, the less you trust the safety of the village. big taboo. (and we all know how konoha treats its social pariahs.)

with the amount of children reducing over the years bc striving for social acceptance is A Thing, it makes sense that eventually most families wouldn’t set up a bunch of spares. (not logical or correct sense, but faulty realistic sense.)

and why would they? the senju medicine and general academy age restrictions with supervision on the field means that children live longer. konoha delivers on their promise and if a kid dies at 15 well. are their parents even alive to know it?

it’s soo bad for their numbers but. were they even collecting the numbers to be aware of it? does anyone even remember the days when families were much larger n realize the problem they have growing on their hands?

on that note: do their history books record any more siblings of hashirama’s beyond tobirama? is izuna even remembered as madara’s brother? or do their stories change to fit the current day standard

naruto population worldbuilding is one of those things that i just. can't even think about without getting mad. why are your classes only like 20-30 kids??? a YEAR???? and you're failing half of them??????? and this is allegedly sustaining a military force with tens of thousands of people? No It Is Not. 20-30 people die EVERY FUCKING TIME you introduce a new bad guy for emphasis or whatever!!! replacement rate is NOT fucking working!!!!! chunin exams only letting like. jkgadfjlkj 1? 2 kids per village advance? it's literally sooooo bad kishimoto did NOT think it through. i simply have to tell myself that certain characters are lying <3 or wrong <3

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like