#i havent. written since middle school.

[lazaruspiss]

hiiii my shame is now public <3

Little Princess (JayDickTalia): Dick and Talia have been together for a while now, and Talia thinks it’s only fair to spoil him from time to time, especially when he’s been such a good girl for her. (And she isn’t blind, she sees the way Jason looks at them when he thinks she won’t see. It’d be good for them both to get a reminder of who belongs to who.)

Rating/Warnings: Explicit

[zirkkun]

it is wild how much proper medical assistance, a group of people you can trust with your life, and a good piece of art that gives you hope can help you grow into the person you want to become in record time

[cloth-moths]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

It didn't take Conrad long to move his things into the alleyway by Sugah's. He didn't have much to begin with. It wasn't bad, really he kept twlling himself that at least. He was used to living on the streets, and he had some better protection from the rain now. And sure, the music and talking from the buolding was loud, but he found he didn't really mind. There was something sort of comforting about it.

Working with Dan wasn't bad either. He still insulted him almost contantly, but Conrad knew he didn't really mean it. Dan might call his ideas dumb, and shoot down his suggestions, but by the next day, he would be implementing them.

Dan wasn't the only one who listened to him, either. He would visit some of the friends he made during all this. They would talk, or catch up, or just hang out and do sonething together. He especially liked visiting The Fix. It was gold to see his old friends at the orphanage again. The Fix and Pasha seemed like much better caretakers than Madam Loathi-- Than Guilta ever had. Conrad visted her too, sometimes.

Between all that, and his key, and the compass, Conrad had a lot more influence in the city. It was something he was getting still getting used to. So maybe it was good that he had something familiar to return to, even if it was a pile of newspapers, and an old rivalry.

-----

There was one night when the familiar didn't really make up for it though. He hadn't been staying there long, but he found it hard to get comfortable on the hard pavement of the alleyway. He stayed up until long after the sounds of the club, which had become a sort of lullaby, had died down. It waa about hat time when Justin looked up at him.

"You know, I think the club's closed at this point. We could proabably sleep inside if we wanted."

Conad chewed his lip, uncertain about that. "Are you sure? I mean, people might be cleaning or something, and I don't wanna get thrown out."

"Well, we have been thrown out plenty of times before," Justin pointed out.

Conrad thought about that for a moment, and nodded, "You make a good point, Justin."

And with that, both of them went into Sugah's. They crept through the stockrooms that the alley was attached to until they reached the main club. Conrad found a booth in one of the corners, hidden away from the rest of the club. They curled up in the seat together, and both fell asleep.

Conrad and Justin continued that routine the next couple days. They would wait until the muaic of the club quieted, and the voices petered out, then slip inside and curl up in the back corner booth. Conrad had woken up fairly early at first, then went about his usual day. However, he was sleeping in more and more as this went on. One time he woke up late, and found a blanket draped over him. It wasn't one he recognized, all of his were old and worn out. This was incredibly soft, made of some rich fiber. The sort of blanket, he thought, that the pleasure center of the brain might own. Dan didn't say anything about it at their meeting that day.

----

It was a very rainy day. Most days in Mentopolis were rainy, but today even more so. Wind blew the water in sideways through the alley, past what the overhang would cover. All of Conrad's belongs would get absolutely soaked, if he didn't work fast.

Fortunately for Conrad, he did move very fast, even when he wasn't driving. Unfortunately for him, this attempt to preserve his stuff was quickly noticed.

"Conrad, you medium shit, what the hell do you think you're doing, dragging all that muck in here!"

"Well, I didn't want my stuff to get wet so--"

"Why were you even out in this weather? Who keeps their stuff outside like that?"

"You're the one who told hin he could live in the alleyway," Justin pointed out.

"Right, almost forgot about that." Dan paused for a beat, and sighed, "Well, I suppose I have a storage room in the back that doesn't have much in it. You can stay in it for today, if it means you'll stop tracking mud through this place. But I'm increasing your rent!"

Dan lead him through the hall to a small room, not too far from the entrace to the alley. There were a few boxes, ansmall window, and a dim light, but not much else. It was the nicest place Conrad had ever stayed.

"I swear you're taking everything from me, you rapscallion. First my blankets, now my buildings," Dan grumbled.

Conrad brightened, "So it was you who gave me that blanket!"

"Ah, shut up."

Dan never did collect any rent. Nor did he try to make Conrad move back out of the room.

----

It didn't take long before Conrad found Dan moving furniture into his room.

"It's old shit. I was getting rid of it in renovations. Figure if you're going to be taking up one of my rooms, I can at least use it to store my other trash too. Beats dragging to the dumpster," Dan said in what seemed an all to hasty explanation.

Most of the furniture was admittedly the more beat up stuff that used to to belong to Sugah's, but Conrad did find it strange that Dan would have been throwing out a dog bed.

----

And so they went on like that, with Dan bringing him along to see movies, or go to resturant, under the guise of "keeping an eye on him so he didn't get into trouble". Dan slipping him food, newspapers, and various interesting or useful things, becayse he was "done with it, about to throw it out anyways."

Conrad didn't call him out on it, and most of their friends would just silently raise an eyebrow if they noticed. But Conrad knew that he was cared for, even if Dan refused to admit it.

[tigerexe]

Can i be real for a sec i've been trying to write a k/s fanfic with intercourse in it for months now but i'm starting to think i'm genuienly too much of a turbovirgin to finish this without making a fool of myself

[karda]

what fic,.. need it immediately … 👀

sneak peaks cuz i ❤️you.

[apocalypticdemon]

i CANNOT wait for this semester to be over. 23 hours remain. God.

[fairytwles]

ANGEL prologue

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

She goes to church every Sunday morning, listens to her father's sermon, chats with Laura Lee before the girl has to make her way to soccer practice, then she catches up on her school work, puts her curlers in, prays, and goes to bed strictly at ten pm. It's a cycle she's gotten used to over the past 17 years, it hasn't changed once. 

at least, until she met that grunge girl on Laura's soccer team.

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞;

she'll graduate high school, maybe go to college, marry a nice boy from their church, Laura Lee will be her maid of honor, she'll become a pastor's wife, have babies, be a homemaker, and then she'll die as Mrs. whoever, devoted wife and mother on her headstone.

and honestly, that's how Lena sees her life too, she doesn't know any different, so why stray from the already violently forged path?

Lena's parents, Pastor John and Nancy Bushwick were, for lack of a better term, protective over their only daughter. With Nancy unable to have any more children, it meant that all the attention and expectations were left on Lena. Every step she took, every breath she breathed, every skirt she wore, the Bushwick parents made sure she did with God in mind.

and she was turning out perfectly.

Editor in chief of the yearbook club, an avid attendee of church (like they would ever let her skip anyway) straight A's, best friends with good girls, like Laura Lee, always modestly dressed, never un-ladylike, Lena had the best table manners you could teach a girl. Lena's life was turning out just the way they expected. 

Lena was a good girl, a faithful girl, they had no reason to be worried about the trip to Seattle, Lena just has to photograph the yellowjackets and then in a week, she'll be back home.

Their daughter will be perfectly fine.

[professionaljester]

updating my ao3 account RN

[skippingseaglass]

the person robbing me: give me your fucking wallet

me digging through my bag: SHIT ok ok i will!!

the person robbing me: hurry the fuck up i won't fucking hesitate!!!

me finding the realistic model evoker i wasted a shit ton of money on in my bag after leaving the convention last week:

the person robbing me: dont get any funny ideas motherfucker! i'll do it! i'll do it!!!

me trying the most absurd stunt ever, pointing the evoker at the robber: get the fuck away from me

the person robbing me:

me visibly shaking:

the person robbing me: you're... you're pointing that the wrong way.

me frozen in place despairing to whatever horrible god put me in a situation where i have a model gun but the robber somehow knows what persona 3 is:

[good-beans]

How do people write original things. How do you develop ocs. I don't know these guys. I don't care about these bitches.

[thatgaytevinter]

one day soon, my lasting trauma from writing rejected emo werewolf soulmate works on wattpad is gonna be overpowered by the need to write rook in a sandwich between any of the cast of DATV. TRUST.

[aslkjnv]

I'm just gonna..

[satans-side-blog]

getting my eternal duo crumbs again

[satoruhour]

oh my god, i dont know if you write for this specifically (feel free to disregard if you don’t), but I’ve been thinking about satosugu x reader,,, imagine kissing the both of them!! spending a nice summer day with them!! just being able to enjoy spending time with the two of them!! I dont know if its my love for both of these characters and their relationship, but i just like thinking abt that dynamic,,,

a/n: wrote this yesterday to upload today since it was a loaded day today ❤️ enjoy. hope it’s up to standard cause i havent written fluff in a long time! / 1.3k, poly!satosugu x reader

sleep-ins were popular amongst the three of you. before you, suguru had his own routine of waking up early to brew some tea for himself, to get the laundry going . .

satoru, on his own, was a light sleeper, sitting straight up at any hint of sound due to his sorcerer duties but after moving in with geto, he’s been letting the long-haired man to do all the work.

and here came you, waltzing back into their lives (and apartment) after teaching at kyoto for just a few months until you couldn’t stand gakuganji and headed right back to your alma mater.

it wasn’t difficult to maintain the dynamic the three of you had from your school days, except maybe unspoken feelings and lingering glances until the two men were gassing each other up to ask you.

you’re not even sure how you even got roped in — old feelings, a crave for the younger days, the allure of satoru, the wonder of suguru — but now you’re stick in between both of them wanting to pee so badly.

alas, your body is trapped under gojo’s protective leg and geto’s gentler wrapped arm, but you still feel your bladder about to burst, trying one last time until your body is slammed back into bed.

“hm . . what’re you doing?” is gojo’s first raspy call out to you as he curls his calf around you even more, and you sigh, turning to him to brush his fringe from his face.

“i need to pee, satoru.”

“no.” and you roll your eyes because he’s always whiny like that and you’d usually employ suguru to do your bidding but he’s fast asleep, still. this was another thing: both you and gojo have inextricably fucked with his routine because now he’s more inclined to sleep in than drink his morning tea. he realised this one day when he was doing laundry, in the afternoon.

“’toru, pleeaasee?” you pout even if he can’t see and like a good boyfriend, he senses your features pulled into a face specifically meant to make him feel bad, and cracks his eyes open.

“oh, youuuu—” gojo scrunches up his eyes and squeezes, and then steals you from geto’s arm, trapping you with tight arms wound around your middle, “stop it with the eyes!”

you giggle, using your free hands to relax the tightness in his brows, using that opportunity to forcibly open his eyes and then you hit him again — knitted eyebrows and doe eyes, and a perfect pout that has gojo grumbling under his breath. silently, you wiggle yourself just enough to reach his face so you can place a peck on his lips and he hums.

another, his eyes say and you indulge him, sinking into his embrace and letting him guide you back to his mouth. morning breath is nothing to the both of you, grinning into the kiss when satoru loses himself and his embrace starts to loosen. the kiss still holds you captive, though, the other moaning softly when you deepen it with some tongue.

“you’re just going to leave me hangin’?” geto’s voice calls out from beside you, and gojo’s excited suguru! gives you just that sliver of time to slip away from the two as they catch up but—

“you’re not going anywhere, missus,” gojo pulls on your arm and you’re falling back into your space in the middle of the both of them, greeted with geto’s lovely laugh and his gentle gaze.

“good morning my loves,” he says, arm draped over the both of you before he leans down to give you a kiss while gojo replies with a good morning as well, also giving a peck to your temple. “what’s on the agenda today?”

“lazing in—”

“i need to pee, firstly,” you pipe up, cutting gojo off and patting his puffed out cheeks. grabbing his face, you wiggle his head just to emphasise your point, “your man here has been preventing me from going to the bathroom.”

“ahem! our man,” gojo corrects, sticking his tongue out just enough to lick your hand and you shriek in disgust while his giggles only fill the room.

“satoru, c’mon, let her go.” and again, the other only cuddles you closer to him, long, lanky limbs trapping your body. geto has a hand on yours like he’s trying his best to console you.

“but— she’s so much nicer to cuddle! did i ever tell you suguru once hit me in the face with his arm?”

and you laugh while the other only sighs and chaos erupts once he stands up and says in faux disappointment — “okay, i’m making breakfast for myself only. guess i lost two partners today.”

“hello?! i didn’t even do anything!” you shout in incredulity, words muffled once gojo slaps a hand over your mouth and laughs, watching through the bathroom mirror at how he chuckles at the both of you. you lick gojo’s hand and he moans obnoxiously.

geto did end up making the both of you some breakfast after some convincing (it was mostly gojo yelling “pleasepleaseplease” in the bathroom and interrupting brushing teeth time), but he’s got around it with a sloppy kiss given to the both of you, sat at the wooden table you commissioned — large enough to bring friends over but small enough for it to feel intimate with your two boyfriends.

“on the real agenda, we need to go for some grocery shopping,” geto suggests, reaching diagonally to you to wipe off the bits of strawberry lingering at the corner of your lips and gojo shouts a loud oh!, running from the table to grab his phone that he’s left on the bedside table. naturally, he has become so enamoured with the both of you that he doesn’t even need his phone to entertain him that much.

“i made the list like you asked, sugu,” and you’re giggling when you see his eyebrow raise, positive that on the list, there was more of what the house didn’t need than what it did.

silently, you’re helping to clear all three of your plates that had coatings of maple syrup on it, apart from gojo’s who licked his squeaky clean. a smile spreads across your face when you hear them bicker, a common occurrence.

“baby, there’s more candy than actual groceries on here.”

“but suguruuuu . .” gojo pulls this all the time and it hardly works on geto any more, so the both of them invade your cleaning escapades to argue. like the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other, satoru sucks up to your boyfriend, suguru appeals to you.

“should we listen to him?” leaning against the counter, geto rests his arm around your torso, sidling right up to your face who only gives him a small grin.

gojo follows suit. “sweetness, don’t listen to him. you know you love the sweets i buy, i’ll even buy you your favourite brand!”

here in this kitchen in the house that gojo had no problem expanding to accommodate the both of you were all that you know in this mess of a world, destined to exorcise curses for as long as you live, but it wasn’t so bad when you had the strongest duo beside you, talking over each other on whether meiji chocolate was more important than buying celery for tonight’s dinner. 

“boys.” turning off the tap, you shake off the water and turn around in their arms only to see what had escalated: geto ready to summon a curse, gojo crossing his fingers in his muryōkūsho pose, all the while keeping an arm around you like everything’s fine. and as chaotic dating the both of them were, you don’t mind putting both their hands down and calming the situation down.

with a laugh, you give one kiss to both cheeks. “let’s just buy both, okay?”

and satoru leaps to hug you, planting endless kisses on your face while suguru sighs, then smiles, defeated. “plus, we can just make ’toru pay for everything, can’t we?”

“and then make him cook tonight.” you suggest, not-so-quietly.

gojo stops, “hey!”

i didnt write the grocery shopping part since i alr rambled off about it here but maybe next time we’ll see :)

[randalsgal]

DATING SCHLATT

pairing; jschlatt x reader

note; these are just quick headcanons to get me back into writing since it’s been a while 💔 im sorry if these sucks

• not a huge fan of PDA but in private? he will NOT get off of you

• very private person, he won’t tell a soul about your relationship except maybe his parents but that’s it

• he’ll definitely use pet names like “toots” or “honey”

• he absolutely adores when you show him your favorite music, sometimes you guys will have moments where you just sit in bed and listen to each others music taste

• loves taking you out on dates even if they’re small he still adores spoiling you

• HE LOVES PLAY FIGHTING sometimes it’ll turn rough but it’s still fun

• eventually introduced you to his close friend group and to say things went well is an understatement

• taking inspo from another HC i saw but he’s definitely a heavy sleeper and WILL hog the bed while you suffer in the cold

• he doesn’t want to admit it but he genuinely enjoys when you play with his hair even if it causes him to fall into a deep sleep

• i feel like he’d take you to a gun range on a first or second date, he’s a huge gun guy so it wouldn’t be too surprising

• your best memory with him? probably when he was teaching you baseball and you accidentally threw the bat right at him while swinging to hit the ball

OKAY THATS ALL!! I TRIED MY BEST I HAVENT WRITTEN SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL SO BARE WITH ME HERE TRUST THEY WILL GET BETTER IN THE FUTURE

[tetsuswaifu]

Slap Ass Friday

author’s note: i dont know if slap ass friday was a thing outside of the u.s. schooling system or the area i live in or not but basically a lot of people in the middle school would just participate in slapping their friends asses. or boys would do it to try and get girls attention (gross to think back about this and think its normal) but in these scenarios, these are actual couples and consent is involved except for suna’s. I thought i would make them into a highschool age type

let me know if you guys want more, feel free to leave a comment, like, reblog or hit up my requests, i havent posted or written fanfic in a long time so i appreciate it if youve taken the time to read this 🫶🏼

word count: ~1k

warnings: suggestive content, spanking, kissing, sexual harassment-minimal in suna’s

・❥・ Bokuto Koutaro ・❥・

“KOUU!! This is the third time today! I’m pretty sure I feel welts starting to form,” you yelled and turned towards him, looking at him with playful, sad eyes. You jutted your bottom lip out in a slight pout. Your ass was stinging from the intense mark your boyfriend, Bokuto, had just left. He grabbed your hands and pulled them around his waist, just before doing the same to yours. Bokuto had rested his hands at the top curve of your butt, his thumbs giving you light traces right above your skirt’s waistline. His arms held you close, and the sandalwood and citrus aroma of his cologne smelled divine. His golden eyes held your gaze with nothing but pure love—one of the many traits about him that you gravitated toward and loved instantly.

He leaned into your ear with a smirk on his face. "Oh, please, we both know you like it, baby. Don’t even bother denying it.” He gave a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before slipping his hand under your skirt. Quickly giving you a wet neck kiss while gently grabbing the cheek he just slapped. “I love you, Bunny-chan,” he said, kissing your cheek. You slapped his ass back before he could walk to his next class, smirking at his faux-shocked face.

・❥・ Kozume Kenma ・❥・

Kenma, you, and Kuroo stood in the corner of the gym, teammates scattered across the floor. Practice had just ended, and you were all getting ready to leave. Kenma's eyes fixed on his switch. The sound of playful slaps and laughter filled the air as his teammates participated in the weekly tradition. Normally, he would not include himself, but since dating you, he’d been thinking it’d be funny to surprise you by doing so.

You were engrossed in conversation with Kuroo, not minding the loudness around you—you were used to it by now. Kenma glanced up briefly, noticing the playful atmosphere around him. Without tearing his eyes from his game, he smirked slightly and decided to join in on the fun.

In one swift motion, he reached out and gave you a playful slap on the ass. The sound could be heard from the other side of the gym. It made you jump and turn to him, eyes wide with surprise.

“Kenma! You could’ve politely asked for my attention instead,” you said, smirking at him.

Kenma’s focus was already back on his game, shrugging, “I’m participating in the weekly tradition.” A smirk formed on his face, matching your energy.

You laughed in response, shaking your head, clearly amused. “Warn me next time, will you?” you teased back.

Kenma diverted his attention from his game, locking eyes with you, his golden brown gaze unwavering. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You and Kuroo had laughed, not expecting this mischievousness from Kenma. Even with his quiet, reserved way, he could still be a part of the fun—and maybe even surprise you once in a while.

・❥・ Kuroo Tetsuro ・❥・

You and Kuroo had always had a playful relationship with each other, often teasing each other in fun, light-hearted ways. Knowing what today was, you were going to take full advantage of the tradition. Today’s mission was to catch Kuroo off guard as many times as you could.

Throughout the day, you managed to sneakily slap Kuroo’s ass in various scenarios—between classes, during lunch, even during practice. Every time, he would react with a mix of surprise and amusement. When you ended up doing it in front of his teammates, they would all chuckle at the playful exchange between their captain and you.

Kuroo, being the mischievous strategist he is, pretends to be unfazed, plotting his perfect moment for revenge. As the day progressed, you had gotten a few more slaps in, leaving Kuroo with a smirk on his face as he bided his time.

It was the end of the school day, and Kuroo and you were both packing up your things and preparing to head home for the weekend. Kuroo had walked you home like normal, laughing and chatting as always. You had felt successful and triumphant from your considered “wins” of the day. When you both reached your home, you turned to say goodbye, thinking you had gotten away with it.

In that moment, Kuroo had slapped your butt swiftly, catching you completely off guard. You gasped and then laughed, “Oh my god, Tetsu!” now realizing you underestimated his timing. He grinned at you, leaning in to whisper, “Turnabout’s a fair play, babe.” Kissing your cheek and starting the walk back to his own home.

・❥・ Suna Rintarou ・❥・

You and Suna had been dating for a while now, but one of your classmates, Kenji, made it seem like he was oblivious to the fact. He wouldn’t take the hint, and it was right in front of his face. Even after telling him that you were with him, he was still persistent with his flirting and inappropriate advances.

During a break in between classes, you had been chatting with a group of friends. Kenji had seen you talking to them, thinking it would be the perfect moment to try his luck again and smack your rear. You were visibly uncomfortable and annoyed. Unbeknownst to Kenji, Suna and his teammates had observed the incident.

Suna, known for his calm demeanor but sharp tongue when provoked, had stepped in. He calmly walks over with his teammates behind him, walking tall and intimidating. With a piercing gaze, Suna firmly tells Kenji to back off and to respect your boundaries. Kenji was taken aback by your boyfriend’s assertiveness. He tried stuttering off excuses before Suna’s teammates reinforced his warning with their presence.

Kenji closed his mouth, realizing he crossed a line he shouldn’t have. His face was turning red from embarrassment and humiliation. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, walking away quickly with his head down. You were grateful for Suna’s intervention, you thanked him with a relieved smile. Suna reassured you that he would always have your back, no matter what.

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