#it’s an hour past my bedtime

[i-like-forcefem]

You and Miss-Gender have been fighting each other since you were a newbie on in the hero foundation, your super strength giving you a chance to become the A-rank hero you dreamed to be

Miss-Gender has been pestering you since your first day as an F-rank, she got the same ranking as you though and in the many years since then neither of your ranks increased, turns out strength isn’t all that useful if your opponent is dancing circles around you while dressing you up in a princess dress

And given how much you get humiliated by this single F-rank you’ve yet to get permission to get close to any D-ranks, let stand fight them… You’re clearly struggling enough as is

And though you’ve faught a handful of other F-ranks and unnamed goons, Miss-Gender has been by far your most common opponent, nearly ever day she’d string you up, dress you up in one embarrassing outfit or another, do your make up

you’ve never even landed a single punch on her, but she must’ve gently touched your face tens of thousands of times by now… all while giving you so many sweet compliments, she even touched your… hero bits, more then you’ve been able to willingly touch any part of her…

You never caught her, she always escaped before backup arrived (but she always managed to make you look “adorable” before your peers made it) and she also never even fought anyone other then you, when pressed she said “I just like to take my time playing with my dolls!”

But B-rank hero Gatemaster, the most renowned hero in the country, second to only 3 A-rank heroes world wide, his monstrously powerful space bending abilities able to defeat any foe, saw that this F-rank somehow managed to evade capture for this long and decided its time someone helped out!

He personally sent you a message to that effect a two weeks ago! But given how fast teleporting hero’s tend to act and since you haven’t heard of him since you assumed he probably got busy with important hero business, maybe a new A-rank villain popped up?

But… then you heard the news that he was found in a ditch wearing a ballerina outfit, hands and feet bound behind his back, after removing the gag all he could say was “I’m a pretty girl” over and over and over again

“I’m a pretty girl, I’m a pretty girl, I’m a pretty girl”

It seemed like his tears had long run dry

You never even knew if Miss-Gender had any special abilities… but you’re suddenly feeling a lot less insecure about how easily she’s made a fool of you so far… while also suddenly feeling a lot less age about what she’s been able to do to someone so much more powerful then you… in just 2 weeks???

As you contemplate the new information you see a letter slide under your door, it has her logo on it…

To my dearest adorable little Doll,

We’ve been playing together for a while now, and it has been so so fun! Truly my favourite memories are all of times spent with you cutie and I can’t thank you enough

But something funny happened yesterday and it made me realise just how wonderful it feels to make someone come to terms with who they really are! How great it feels to finish a project!

So I’ll stop playing with you now, I’ve been doing this for fun until now and I’m sorry for that, to make up for it tomorrow I’ll do everything in my power to make you finally accept yourself

Love and kisses,

Miss-Gender <3

Your nemesis has been reclassified as an A-Class, meaning he can't fight you anymore...

[piyo13sdoodles]

angbang beach day

[rayveneyed]

cw: smut / cisfem!reader / scent kink

something nobody ever considers about satoru gojo is that he’s very particular about scents.

it’s a weird side effect of the six eyes that is rarely ever spoken of, by him or any other; along with his fantastical sight, his ability to distinguish minute details kilometres away, to read the ever-twisting flow of cursed energy, yadda yadda yadda — the extrasensory perception he was granted the second two gametes fused into a zygote had skyrocketed every perceptible sensation above the level of the average human. leagues above the level of not-so-average humans, too, but that’s a story for another time.

beneath the slightly dusty smell of skin cells and flesh, each person is different. diet and exercise play a huge part, of course, but then there’s the more obvious things — perfume, toiletries, surroundings. nanami always smells like paper and sandalwood. nobara, sweet and fruity, with a sneaky undertone of something synthetic — something almost hospital-like. yuji smells like grass and citruses, like he’s just popped open a can of something fizzy and caffeinated on the lawns of jujutsu tech. but if he had to choose a favourite…

“could — could you, um—”

one really must forge their own little bits of happiness in this line of work. the constant death and despair really puts a damper on one's lust for life. for gojo — sweets, cute little figures, themed cafes and expensive cakes, things that pleasantly appeal to and delight each one of his six senses. you, in a similar way, enjoy the finer things in life — cashmere and vicuña wool, luxury furniture for your top-floor apartment, century-old wines with names you cannot pronounce — and, to gojo's delight, perfumes.

oh, you have one for every day of the year, he's sure. white florals bursting with zesty citrus, bergamot and black tea when the weather cools. there's fluffy vanillas and sugar-sweet marshmallows, tempered with the smooth depth of sandalwood. osmanthus seeping with syrupy apricots and and peaches. cloves and nutmeg and cypress for the days when the clouds split open and tokyo turns grey.

with your back pressed against the couch and gojo flush against you, hips slotted between your pillowy thighs, he's able to dig his nose right into the curve of where your jaw meets your neck, exactly where you spritz your perfume every morning. today, it's one of those delicious, good-enough-to-eat type of smells; white chocolate and macadamia nut and — fuck, he almost moans against you. sugar and spice and everything nice — you smell like everything he's ever wanted to gorge himself on. he's reminded of the cheap, strawberry body spray you used to use back in high school — how the scent would catch on his nose when you walked past, how it lingered on his jacket when you brushed against him. he shivers.

he lifts his lips from your skin — lifts his nose from the cradle of your neck to give you a distracted, slightly disgruntled, "huh? what?"

it's only without the smell of you clouding his nose that he suddenly realises that you're squirming against him — the heat of your clothed pussy pressing against his hardened cock, layers of cotton and denim and linen between you both leaving you with only the slightest, most irksome hint of pleasure. even with his blindfold fastened over his eyes, it's all so much.

"just — i need something," you say, exasperated. your forehead's dewy with sweat, glasses slipping down the bridge of your pretty nose. "you've been at this for ages."

"ah, my bad." but he doesn't stop. how can he tear himself from your warmth, the heat of you radiating from your skin, your arms wound around his neck and fingers in his hair? how can he leave even a single inch of space between you, when your chest is heaving with excitement and the musky sweetness of your arousal is reaching his nose? he satisfies both your needs for stimulation with slow, curling rolls of his hips, dull pleasure tingling up his spine and leaving him shuddering. "i thought you were more patient."

"you — you're the one that dragged me in here," you say, even as your breathing gets heavier, even as your head falls back with a whine, baring the column of your neck to his greedy, seeking nose. "i told you i have plans, so unless you—!"

"alright, alright," he concedes, though all of your arguments about the time have been half-hearted at best. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you — real good care."

"you sound like such a sleaze when you say stuff like that."

"mhm." for a moment, he lifts his head — and he doesn't have to look at his reflection mirrored in your eyes to know that his pupils are blown wide, his cheeks flushed pink. you're not much better off — for all your whining and posturing, your proverbial claws aren't much more dangerous than those of a scrappy little kitten. beneath it all, your breathing is laboured, your blood vessels dilated. you smell sweeter, like your body is a ripening fruit or blooming flower, opening for him. your blood rushing to the surface of your skin, heating up the fragrance oils still dotted along your flesh, turns it all heady and head-dizzying.

you want him — you can deny it all you want, but he can see it clear as day. the reminder sends what little blood remains in his head straight to his cock.

"you smell sweet," satoru says, blank and dumb. "when you're horny."

for a moment, you pause. embarrassment — and arousal, though you probably won't admit it — has you locking up. a hint of bitterness turns your fragrance — like burning chocolate — before you huff suddenly, smacking at him until he begins to back up. "oh, my god — you're so shameless, satoru—"

"no, i'm serious! h—hey, stop!" he argues, wriggling until he's back in your good graces again. he dips his head to your skin again, teasing you with little nips along your neck. you'll see the bruises it leaves tomorrow and demand he make it up to you with sweets that he'll just have to eat with you, earrings that glimmer in garnet. for now, though, he’ll get a little serious.

"you get a little sweeter when you cum too, y'know," satoru coos. he tugs at his blindfold, blinking as unfettered light filters into his retina. it's sensory overload, overstimulating and overwhelming, but it's exactly what he wants: to see you, feel you, taste you, smell you — be engulfed by you in every way he can. as if drawn there, his hand sneaks between the tight fit of your bodies, slipping under the hiked-up hem of your skirt and petting at your underwear — soaked, as he’d expected, coating the tips of his fingers. "like syrup. i wanna smell you like that.”

his tongue peeks out over your pulse point, touch reaching up and up and up to that fantastic little ball of nerves he adores. you let out a moan so loud that even he’s taken aback. giddiness bubbles in the pit of his stomach — giddiness, horniness, it’s all the same to him — and he shoves his nose so hard into your skin he swears it’ll bruise. ah, there it is. he’s barely even touched you, too. it’ll be even better when he does.

“g—god, you’re horrible,” you say, arching into him, like you can’t bear to be apart for even a second.

“me?” satoru laughs. you’re distracting from the task at hand, though he usually doesn’t mind. he can’t help but respond, giving you your own attitude back a thousandfold. it’s just now, when it’s been so long since he’s gotten his fill of you, he’s just… a little impatient... “oi, don’t get all embarrassed — you always get so mean.”

“then stop saying things like that, and i won’t have to be — a—ah!”

satoru suckles at the cold-hardened flesh he’s just taken in his mouth — your mouth falling open in wonder and your chest heaving as he takes your nipple between two dull rows of teeth, humming. between his fingers and his mouth, you’ll soon be rendered almost completely silent, shuddering and twitching in what he knows will be a strong, satisfying orgasm — sweet with sweat, salt and musk gathering between your legs. looking up at him with glassy eyes and calling his name. his mouth waters.

he better get a move on, though: you have plans, after all.

[ashwii]

Scribble i made while i was over at my bestie's place 😴😴

[deeeens]

his mommy called him handsome!

[expectiations]

His energy not matching hers used to bother me. Now I see he did try, but the sorrow in his eyes was clear. He knew what was coming, knew it would hurt. His eyes silently apologized for the tears she'd shed and the harsh words a younger him would soon throw at her.

[duskydrawings]

Hornet’s dad is not only the king, he is also an excellent nightlight (so cool)

[amphibianaday]

day 1547 and day 4 of amphibiuary prompt list

[garuye]

Oooh the idea of siren dio tho. or maybe a sea witch like ursula! maybe he even tries to tempt mer jonathan into magically giving him his voice and powers, or maybe give him his body so he can give him a human body in exchange?

dio: "wouldn't you want to be with your land woman forever? give me your voice and your soul and you can become a human just like her! you can have legs to walk with her upon the land!"

jonathan: (not buying it one bit knowing dio is up to something devious and also understanding that he doesn't have to become a human because erina loves him and accepts him just the way he is) "forget it! i'll just crawl"

FORGET IT, HE'LL JUST CRAWL

I STAYED UP PAST MY BEDTIME LAUGHING OVER URSULA-LIKE DIO'S NEGOTIATIONS FAILING IMMEDIATELY

[itsdefinitely]

maybe one day i'll clean this up (lying)

[mossycakes]

daniel molloy drinking blood out of a no.1 dad mug lmao

[sassypantsjaxon]

Robin and Sanji both being lonely book kids is just so

[vamptits]

photo of my hand holding a VERY SMALL EGG for reference because im not taking another pic of my hands over this

[serendipnpipity]

"Without the internet, we never would have met..."

Introducing... Misty's and my take on "The Internet is Here"!!! Listen w headphones for the full experience. 🎧

@bewareofthenewphannie... nine hours of a time zone difference, a literal ocean & then some apart, yet you're right here singing with me??? The Internet really is great, huh.

Thank you for being my creative partner in crime and dear friend. I've always wanted to sing this duet with somebody; I just never thought I'd find that somebody to sing it with. 🧡

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @danielhowell!!! Thank you for being the magic of the Internet that brought us together. (We started talking because Misty created an "Everything's Fine" chord arrangement and I got intrigued... Fast forward over three months later, you could say it kinda snowballed from there.)

Credit to @p-lizzle -> @joonmoon94 for this incredible backing track. (Idk if you can see this! I hope you can, 'cause it saved our butts!!)

[liviathonnn]

Finally going to bed after a very long night of grieving the election. Not looking forwards to waking up tomorrow and finally having it confirmed, having to let go of the faint subconscious hope that it’s all a horrible nightmare. I will do it though, I will make it, and it’s going to be painful and I’m going to cry, but I’m going to get up, and make breakfast, and walk through the rain to class, and talk to my friends and call my grandma, and I will make it and I will survive