#not that he didnt have high enough grades

[wpwcpod]

“If I were an extremely pretty socialite in my early 20s there’s no way I’d mess up my chance at a romantic relationship with a kind, anxious, dedicated man who was infatuated with me.” - Drystan Morgan, delusional queen

[azumasoroshi]

the tags are glorious op

More teachers au where highschool dropout Suguru is actually trying to follow the curriculum and phd-in-quantum-physics-at-18 Satoru is like "well. No mission today so we can just play soccer if u guys want!!"

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, oral (f receiving), mentions of blowjob, etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, extra

wc: 1709

a/n: the comeback of loser!jk<3

masterlist

"we should- mhph!," he gasped when you interrupted him with yet another kiss, attempting to speak again when your lips barely disconnected, "we should stu-" unfortunately for him, your lips did not stray too far.

you had no interest in holding any type of conversation right now. not when the pretty nerd was alone in your room for the third time this week.

surprisingly, despite your lack of ability to pay attention while jungkook was over at your place, your grades had still gone up. on the down side, this small improvement proved to be enough for your horny brain to make the executive decision that it'd be a waste to spend any more time studying when you could be playing with your pretty boy toy instead.

jungkook never had any complaints. even on the days you did study, you'd bid him goodbye by sitting on his cock and kissing up and down the length of his neck. he always left quite satisfied, though also dizzy with desire.

the sudden addiction you had with the boy couldn't have been helped. it was impossible for you to understand how he didnt have all the girls on campus trailing after him. he was clearly handsome, just incredibly shy. his shyness was so severe, he had trouble holding eye contact with anyone who spoke to him, only ever responding in incomprehensible stammers of nonsensical sentences.

you were more than fine to work with this. you knew it'd only take a while for him to warm up to you, and you were happy to patiently wait. the two of you sometimes conversed, getting to know each other past the math and the sex. he had already warmed up to you quite a bit, able to push his shyness aside for you. you'd break all that down any time you removed your shirt and propositioned yourself to him, but that was just to be expected.

as of now, your midterms were over and you felt no need to study for regular assignments despite jungkook's insistence. this meant you had all the time in the world to rearrange your tutoring sessions to fuck him instead. even as he attempted to form a single sentence, your tongue would find its way to his mouth, interrupting any thought that might break you away from his touch.

"i ... we're supposed to study at least a bit," he reminded you with a breathless tone as your lips went to his neck.

"don't wanna, baby. wanna fuck you instead. don't you want that too?", you whispered when you made your way to his ear, nibbling at it suggestively.

nodding feverishly, his eyes began fluttering shut, hands lamely digging into your hips like they usually did, "if- if you're sure."

you chuckled at his statement. you never had any second thoughts about fucking jungkook. he was a pretty nerd and former virgin whom you had the power to mold into the perfect boy for you. how could you ever pass out such an opportunity?

"i'm sure, pretty," you reassured as your hands went to pull up his shirt, yours joining soon after.

now sitting on his lap, top halves nude, you got up before his eyes could zero in on your breasts, throwing off your pants and helping him out of his own. unlike other times, you did not sit back down on his lap, instead opting to sit on the bed next to him, letting yourself fall back as your legs hung off the side of the bed.

looking up at him, you gestured at him to get off the bed with a quick flick of your eyes. the way he quickly understood and went to kneel between your legs made you chuckle. he was such a smart boy.

to this day, the pretty boy had never eaten you out. the extent of your sexual relationship only went as far as penetrative sex thus far. no oral had been involved for some reason – likely due to your need to jump him every time you saw him.

what you wanted most today was to claim your high on his tongue. you needed the pretty boy between your legs, struggling to lick into your cunt and fumbling to find your clit. you knew that with some guidance you'd easily get his skills at oral perfectly tailored to your tastes. that was the nicest part of having a pretty and untouched boy such as jungkook – you could teach him everything just the way you liked it.

staring up at you with his gigantic doe eyes, his brows furrowed in worry, likely unsure of what to do next whilst simultaneously intimidated by such a suggestive position. your fingers went to his chin, lifting up his face whilst yours lowered to almost meet in a kiss. a pretty whine was felt against your lips when you moved away just before your lips could connect.

"pretty?"

"yes?", a gulp accompanied his inquiry.

"will you be good and lick me?"

a groan left his lips before he began nodding dumbly, practically whining as he confirmed his enthusiasm.

"please ...", he whimpered when you created a larger gap between you, grabbing onto his hair and pushing his face into your bare cunt.

opening your legs wider, you led the pretty boy almost all the way to your pussy, stopping right before letting his lips touch your own.

"tongue out, baby," you instructed.

wordlessly, he followed your instructions as his hands went up to your thighs for support. he gave you a decided nod before leaning in and shyly licking into your cunt. groaning against you, he licked experimentally once, twice, thrice – enough times for his resolve to break and for his shyness to be replaced by want.

your hands continued to guide him by his hair, grinding into his mouth in sync with the movement of his lips. it was easy to fall into a trance while the desperate boy ate at you. it was as if he'd had prior practice, except you knew that wasn't the case. jungkook was clearly just letting his hunger take over, leading to an ethereal feeling you knew only jungkook could give you.

"kookie ... oh, fuck," you cried out, fingers digging harshly into his hair.

he reacted accordingly, groaning at both your voice and the feeling of his hair getting pulled at. his hips were also uncontrollable as they ground into the side of the bed, pathetically humping in hopes of some stimulation.

as he ate at you with an unprecedented desperation, he let out the prettiest whimpers and pleas against your cunt, leaving you lightheaded at how needy he was for you.

"it's so good ... fuck, so good. thank you- thank you, oh, fuck ...."

"tastes so fucking good, oh god ...."

"it's for me? fuck, tell me it's mine. t-tell me it's all for me, please ..."

"oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you ..."

encouraging him, you claimed him as yours, telling him how good he was and how you'd give him anything he wanted. he cried even more at this, continuing to thank you for granting him access to your cunt. you knew he meant this in both a sexual and emotional way, which only made you feel even dizzier.

a few minutes into jungkook sloppily making out with your cunt, you pulled him away a bit (despite his resistance), making him look up at you.

under you, you found foggy glasses, messy hair, and half his face covered in your wetness. and even with all that, he looked like the prettiest thing you'd ever had between your legs. he whined the moment you separated him, attempting to reconnect his lips with your cunt, but you remained stubborn.

"baby, you're doing so good for me," you wiped a bit at his lips, though he misinterpreted your intentions, instead taking your fingers into his mouth and suckling.

he was a natural at being a needy mess.

"need you to play with my clit, though, pretty. c'mere, like this. let me show you ..."

with your fingers, you showed him where he'd find your clit, instructing him to stick out his tongue for you again and kitten-lick at it. he went the extra mile and began suckling at it after just a few moments, making your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

going back and forth between licking at you and suckling at your clit, his intensity only increased the more you cried out for him, beginning to hump against his face with zero finesse. the squeaks of the bed could be heard as he himself bumped his cock against it, whimpering into your cunt out of neediness.

"g-gonna make me cum, kookie ... oh, fuck, i- i'm gonna cum, pretty. eat it f-for me? p-please?"

you hadn't planned on becoming so needy for him, but you also hadn't planned for him to be such a quick learner. he simply nodded into your cunt, speeding up his movements as he grumbled against your lips, clearly growing desperate to make you reach your high.

this was easily one of the most intense, neediest orgasms you'd ever had. your voice reached a pitch it never had before as you shamelessly used jungkook's face to get off. at some point his nose began nudging against your clit, almost causing you to black out in pleasure. by the end of it you had been singlehandedly doing all the work whilst jungkook let you guide his face however you wanted.

"fuck ... kookie," you breathed once your high subsided, "c'mere, baby."

climbing up the bed, he hovered over you, shy in initiating a kiss but putting his all into it the moment he realized how into it you were, suckling your juices out of his tongue and moaning into his mouth.

"was ... was it good?", he murmured into your neck once your lips had disconnected.

"it was so good, baby. you're such a quick learner," you caressed his back reassuringly, ignoring the hardness poking against you for a moment.

"want me to try it on you?" you asked, chuckling when he suddenly stilled.

"o-oh ... you want to?"

"lay on the bed, kookie. let me show how good it feels," you grinned at him, knowing you were about to blow his mind yet again.

[solaiced]

consume(d by you)

context. Gojo was your high school crush, and now, he's a soon-to-be clan leader. Shocking, right? Yeah. What's even more shocking is the fact that he chose women to be his wife, and you're one of them. So, now, you're going on a date with him. Your crush. And also the most powerful sorcerer of this era.

content: food sex (at the end), clan leader gojo, au, first date sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up) and mutual pining.

word count: 7,7k (woah!)

solace: well this is fucking long..! enjoy people. also, for the sake of the no yn rule, your last name is hino. and if you saw mistakes, no u didnt.

To be honest, you've never seen yourself with a husband.

So, when the elders told you that you must go on a date with the Gojo Satoru so that he could choose a wife, you refused.

Why? Simply because it was impossible for you to even fathom being married to your high school crush and ex-friend.

Not that you were close, you just didn't want him to laugh at your face in the middle of the restaurant for even thinking you had a chance.

The elders’ response? Go immediately or you will be put on a death sentence. And since you had just gotten your Grade 1 sorcerer title, that was not in your to-do list. You still had stuff to do.

So, for the date, you put on your best attire. You had dolled yourself up a little, hesitating on mascara because you wouldn't be caught dead with black tears rolling down your cheeks. His teasing would obviously have that effect.

But you did it anyway.

You went for a simple black dress, decorated with lace and bows. It stopped at mid-thigh, which was modest enough but also cute and had a square cut.

When you stepped out of your house, a black limousine was parked in front of your street. The driver rolled down the window and ushered you in.

"Miss! You're late, please hurry up, we do not want to anger Gojo-sama!" He moved his hand frantically.

"I'm sure a few minutes won't be that bad." You tell him and settle in the backseat. You didn't remember him to be angry all the time.

He was usually laid-back and didn't care if some things were amiss. But you never knew, maybe he was more stressed, which caused him to lash out a lot.

You pulled out your powder-mirror and adjusted your makeup, ignoring the driver's pale face in the rear-view mirror.

A few minutes later, you find yourself lead to a table where a jittering white-haired male you once called a friend sits.

His eyes light up when you approach and he gets up, opening his arms. You find yourself in his arms quicker than you should've.

"Long time no see! I see you've gotten... not taller, that's for sure..." He snickers.

You frown.

"You've gotten wider." That wasn't supposed to be a compliment but he flexed his biceps and smiled.

"I know, right? But you're just as cute as before." Your cheeks burn at the compliment.

"Thanks, I guess." You take a seat in front of him.

"So," he starts, sitting as well, "do I call you Hino-chan or can I use my nickname for you?"

Ah, that damned nickname. Sugar. You don't know why he gave you that nickname, but he started calling you that the moment you talked to him.

"I don't know, 'Toru, can you?" You tease and smirk, leaning on the table with your elbows. He smiles sweetly and passes you a menu card.

"Well, thank you, Sugar, for accepting to come here. I heard from the elders you didn't want to at first." He purses his lips and flags the waiter.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" You give your order to the waiter and Gojo waits tor the latter to leave betore answering,

"Well, I chose you, of course. You're not the only one but you're my first choice!" He chuckles, then stops. "They didn't tell you?"

You shake your head.

"They told me they chose me to be one of your dates for you." You pout slightly. “So you chose me, huh?” You chuckle and his cheeks pinken.

"Listen, if I was going to be stuck with someone, l'd rather it be someone I know and like, you know?" You nod and he pours himself water.

You smirk, getting an idea. An opportunity to tease him was never an opportunity to pass up.

"Still a lightweight, 'Toru?" He chokes on his water and frowns.

"So, what? You gon' shame me?" You smile sarcastically and lean further on the table with your elbows.

"Maybe I will. How are you a grown man, 27, right, and still don’t drink alcohol. Grow up, baby." You giggle, but he knew you were joking, of course.

Afterall, being friends and almost dying together during your high school years would surely get you guys to be closer. It's not like he would ever take offense.

But when he flinched at the last word, you started questioning whether he had changed over the years.

"You okay, Toru?" You put your hand over his, the latter holding the stem of his glass.

He nods shakily but steadies the next moment, "I'm fine, Sugar."

He lets go of the glass and intertwines his fingers within yours. "You worried 'bout me?"

You splutter and shake your hand out of his grasp, "W-why should I? You're obviously fine, now."

He hums and grabs your hand again, “Hey, don’t go, I like your hand, it’s comfortable. I like the warmness.” He squeezes, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah, and I'm about to sweat, soon." You squeeze back, snickering.

"I don't care. You forget if I choose you, I get to see you naaaakeeed~, so this little ‘inconvenience’ won't embarrass me unless it embarrasses you." He drawls, snapping away from you the moment the waiter comes back, but the after-effects of his words still make you flush deeply as you give your orders again, this time for dishes.

When the waiter leaves after you stutter out your choice, you turn to him with a frown and a stern look. "What do you mean 'if you choose me’, do I not have a choice?"

He nods, "When you accepted to come, you are obligated to follow me if I were to choose you. I wouldn't try to refuse." He shivers forcefully and grins, tucking a strand of you hair behind your ear.

You swallow nervously and nod back. I knew I shouldn't have come, you thought.

"You won't choose me, then?" You stay hopeful, maybe, just maybe, there's someone better. But alas, when he smiles innocently, you know you're done.

"You're the best one l've had this week. And also, the last one." You drop your head in your hands, seeing the last of your freedom taken away.

He lifts it up by your chin, pouting.

"Do you.. not want to marry me?" He sounds... insecure. But that's impossible!

The Strongest could never be insecure.

Right? Yeah.

"It's not like that, you're an old friend, I shouldn't even think of marriage with you, and I'm too young to marry!" You almost yell, covering your mouth as soon as the words tumble out clumsily.

He releases your chin, clicking his tongue, "Please, do this for me, I won't even care if you want a side chick or.. side dick, I don’t know what the male version is, I just need someone I'm comfortable with and someone I can hold a conversation with.”

“You don't know how much women I've heard talk about daddy's money, Chanel bags or whatever... They don't even know what work is!" He sighs, exasperated.

You smile nervously, looking around and settling your gaze back to your fiddling tingers, in your lap.

"Listen... I don't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage, I feel like... It'll end up badly and..."

"I'll give you everything you want. You won't ever need for anything. Hell, if you have a lover, he can come live with us. I don't care, please, Sugar." He cuts you off, almost whining your nickname.

He had his hands clasped together, pleading with his eyes, when you had looked up.

"Satoru, you don't understand. I don’t even want to marry right now. If I marry you, I'll be obligated to c-consumate our marriage the night of our wedding... and I'll have to get pregnant. That’s the most terrifying part.” You confess, words spilling out the lips Gojo liked to watch wrap around kitchen utensils and food.

You hear him sigh. Not all of it was lies, you truly wanted to find someone to love, and you want him, but you knew he was impossible to reach. Like an insect trying to touch the sky, you knew you’d never be able to do it.

It wasn’t self-deprecating, it was common sense. Everyone knew only a Goddess could fit a God like Gojo Satoru. It was only a matter of time until he found someone his level.

You hear your name, softly uttered as if it were spoken a decibel higher, it would chase you away. You lift your head, meeting his darkened, blessed blue eyes. He was stressed, you knew it.

The dimple at the edge of his smiles, normally always present, had dimmed, it was slightly terrifying.

“Satoru, are you okay?” You made sure to shut up the moment the waiter came back with the food, smiling softly and thanking him.

And when he left, Gojo, who had been marinating in anger at the waiter and also at the fact you smiled at that bug, stared at you, devoid of any emotion.

“W-Well?” You stood your ground, picking up your fork. Mentally, you were panicking. Gojo never showed you that face, not even in battle, always a smile on his pretty face.

“Hm? What?” He strains a small smile on his face, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, a strand of snowy hair falling in front of his left eye, you reach to push it back. He smiles more genuinely and you lean back.

“You looked… scary. Like… I almost pissed my pants.” You joke lightheartedly, looking down at your food as you start to dig in.

“Oh? Well, I was… just thinking.”

He, too, starts to eat.

“Oh, you can form thoughts?” You both snicker, before you get serious, “no, seriously, what were you thinking about?”

Gojo chuckles, swallowing his food, “thinking about how he gets you to smile so easily. Even if he’s a stranger and he’s just serving you.”

“Who..?” Then you realise, a frown forming between your eyebrows. “Gojo.” He stiffens, mouth wide open to welcome in a salad leaf in.

He hated when you said his last name.

“That’s a waiter… I’m nice to him because his job is hard…” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me?”

“No.”

And the night continues, lighthearted banter but a certain tension filling the air.

When you two are done eating, he leads you outside after paying, his coat around your shoulders due to your shivering.

“Listen…” Gojo whispers, unlike him. He was so arrogant and excited all the time, you couldn’t fathom he could even be so nervous.

“I know I was pushing, but I still have a bit of hope.” Oh. He was still trying.

“Satoru-“ He presses his finger to your lips.

“I… Ugh. I recently learnt from Shoko that you used to have a crush on me back in the day.”

The world stopped. How could you trust Shoko with that secret? Obviously she would let him know. They were close friends.

“S-Satoru, wait, that’s from before- I-“ He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, hands cradling your head. Uncaring for the lipstick staining your lips. Uncaring for the fact you were standing in front of the restaurant.

He pulls away, gasping for air, just as you are. You’re stumbling over your words as you try to make out what this kiss meant.

“Need I tell you the obvious..?” This is the first ever time you’ve seen him so nervous. But instead of being helpful, you nod. You have to be sure.

"I had—have a crush on you, too." He sighs, not looking into your eyes to avoid your gaze.

Your whole world stills.

WHAT.

The Satoru Gojo had a crush on you? You? Of all people? You were barely Grade 1, average looking, seriously, your personality was the only thing making you likeable.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re not drunk? What did you drink?” You reach out to rub his cheek, he grips your wrist when you make contact, leaning into your hand.

“Sugar… who is Satoru? I only know Toru.” He chuckles, “I only drank water tonight. But… do you still have feelings for me? Or will I die of embarrassment?” He whines dramatically, frowning and leaning into your hand like a cat.

“S-Satoru… I never knew—“

“Now you know, please tell me, I’m getting nervous…”

“I… well…”

He droops visibly at your hesitation, dropping your hand.

You nod, looking away, still trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If this is a prank, you’ll never live it down.

“Wait, really?”

You sigh, looking back up at him, putting both of your hands over his cheeks, pulling him closer to kiss him.

You close your eyes to not get more embarrassed, it felt like your own cheeks would burst if blood filled them more.

Gojo hums, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.

When you separate, although it was extremely difficult for Satoru to do so, breath was his body’s default need, but you were his only need.

“You can tell me now, is this a bet with Suguru and Shoko?” You insecurely look down, shuffling out of his grasp.

“W-What—why would you think that? I would never! I genuinely think you’re the one for me, I can’t imagine to with someone other than you. Please.” He whispers your name, soft and gentle, cupping your hips and bringing you closer, as you had moved away in your shuffling. “Please accept to be my wife. If I’m not fit to be your husband, I’ll give you everything so that you can forgive me and—“

You shut him up by to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with more eagerness and force than the earlier kisses.

When you withdraw, Satoru chases your lips, holding you tightly to him.

“More—“ He huffs, cut off by your hand.

“Satoru, we’re in front of the restaurant.”

“Then, come home with me, I’ll make you stay with me. I swear. You can take all my money if I don’t live up to your expectations.”

His voice is muffled behind your joined fingers, lips stretched into a smile.

“Is this a scheme to get pussy?” You deadpan, crossing your arms.

He gapes.

“Never! Why do you guys all think the worst of me. First, Shoko, then, Sugu, and now, you! I thought we were a team!” He whines, encircling his arms around your neck and gently choking you. Just gently.

“Ugh– Toru, you’re killing me!” You push against his chest, mouth wide open to pull air inside your lungs.

Gojo had other plans as he kisses you again.

“Satoru, we need to leave, where’s your driver?” You pull back, huffing.

“I came here by myself. Do you think I’m a bum who doesn’t know how to do anything else but fight?”

You scratch your head and look away, humming an unknown tune.

“You, of all people, should know otherwise…” He grumbles, turning away and crossing his arms.

You chuckle, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Joking. Why did you not let me drive, then?”

“I had plans for us.”

“And if I didn’t accept?”

“Then I’d cry.”

You coo, reaching to scratch at his undercut.

“Poor baby.” You drawl, giggling at the end.

“Your baby.” He corrects, smug as a bastard.

“Cringe.”

“Enough, let’s go to your new home.” He smirks triumphantly, walking to his car and opening the passenger door for you to get in.

“How gentlemanly.” You say as you enter, making sure to not lifting your ass too much for Satoru to see. But you know you fail when you hear him whistle. You knew he’d do that. Perv.

“Ugh, zip it.”

“I’m just checking out the goods I’ll be getting.” He shrugs, making sure you had no limbs outside and shut the door.

He climbs in the other side of the car, reaching for your belt to secure you, face dropping when he sees you had already done so.

“You let me do nothing, do you?”

He groans, pulling away to put his own belt on.

“It’s a habit, I’m sorryyy~” You draw out the last letter.

“Whatever.” He fake sulks and starts the car.

A few minutes later, you arrive at the Gojo Estate, marvelling at all the side houses and beautiful scenery.

You had already visited, but it was still the same reaction all the time; you, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder, next to him, smug and guiding you by the hand or, rather, waist, now.

“Welcome back, Gojo-sama.” A servant near the main house’s entrance bowed lowly and respectfully.

“Hi Atsuya.” He greets and lets you enter first.

“No one’s home except for the servants. We’re alooone~” He whispers into your ear, pecking the outer shell of it.

“Jesus, Toru, don’t do that.”

He hums, guiding you to his room.

As he opens the door, you realise very suddenly how rich he was in comparison to you. He could probably buy you, and it wouldn’t make a difference in his wallet.

“Do you need anything?” He gestures to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’ll wash up a bit and then I’ll come back.” You nod and head to the bathroom.

You didn’t actually need to go. But you did need to calm yourself.

I mean, when was the last time your crushes had actually acknowledged you? Never. So, better be ready.

You hear your name and perk up from the sink.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Awh. He’s worried.

“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute.” You wash your hands and dry them.

Then, you open the door to go back to Gojo.

Except, you didn’t expect the Gojo Satoru, Strongest sorcerer of our time, in the Jujutsu world, to be unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing drool worthy abs, pretty pink nipples and miles of pale skin.

Your first instinct is to say sorry but you remember he’s supposed to fuck you, so you steady yourself and walk over to him, helping him with the buttons.

He smiles, “thank you, sweetie.”

“It’s not for you, I just wanna look closer.” You look up, a smug expression on your face. You place a warm hand on his pec and look down at his chest as your hand smooths over his abs, ribs and near his happy trail.

Gojo exhales shakily, gripping your hand. You look back up, questioning him wordlessly.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve waited for so long?” He drops his head, swallowing nervously.

“Only if you believe the same for me.” You giggle, but they sound more like breathless huffs.

“God, I can’t wait to have you.” He kisses the side of your neck, holding your hand in one of his, the other resting on your hip.

You flush, and Satoru releases your hand, exploring your body with his to find the zipper behind you.

He groans when he doesn’t find it, “Sugar, where is it?” You tilt your head confusingly.

“Where is what?” You question, but realise the next second. You reach for the dress’s straps, pulling them down to reveal yourself.

You had a habit of matching underwear with the outfit you wore, which led to you using your lacy black set. It was the only black underwear that was clean.

Gojo gapes, choking on his spit and almost looking away bashfully, instead looking down when your fingers hooking in the waistband of his underwear to pull down.

“Fuck…” he exhales, throwing his head back to try and make sense that this is you, the one he always had a crush on since your freshman year and his sophomore year of high school.

“You’re already reacting this much, and I haven’t even touched you. How will you react when I suck you-“ He cuts you off with a calloused hand to your mouth.

You lift your eyes to meet his. His flushed face combined with swollen lips due to being bitten, is a tragic view.

He’s so ethereal, it’s impossible to have even imagined that he’s got a crush on you, of all people.

You were so sure there were women with more chest, butt and-

“Sweetie, if you start to doze off on me, I won’t be able to fuck you.”

Satoru interrupts your daydream about him.

His face is closer, still flushed and he now sports the handsome grin he always wears.

���Tch, don’t get too cocky. I’ll have you crying.” You retort, grinning as you shove your hand in his boxers, paling at the girth. It was barely hard, too.

“Well?” He crosses his arms. The fucker knew he was big, too.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You feign boredom.

But you lied. It was everything you couldn’t naturally handle. You wonder how pornstars take such big dicks.

Because the next moment, he pushes you onto the bed, almost tearing his underwear off in his haste. He halts at your lacy set, pouting.

“Here’s a little bargain, sweetheart.” You perk up, eyes glazed.

“You let me tear off this stupid barrier,” you frown, crossing your arms. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want to replace them.”

You hum, interested in the deal.

“Who am I kidding? You’re going to be my wife, for fuck’s sake.”

And without warning, quickly unclasps your bra and rips off your panties, making you gasp.

“You jerk! Buy me everything I want— ah!” You shiver at his breath hitting your bare pussy.

“Satoru- wait!” You try to grab his hair but he was too fast, shoving his face into your core, moaning loudly like it was one of those atrociously sweet candies.

“Mmhfuck- sweetheart, you definitely knew about this.” His voice is muffled behind your folds, licking and sucking like your cunt was a lollipop.

“Toru, wait!” You grip his hair and pull him off, drawing out a low whine. Like a child getting candy taken away.

“Let’s make a bet.” You huff, leaning up on your elbows. He listens and sits back on his heels. He always loved to compete in useless things with you.

“Whoever cums first is a loser.” You sit up, grinning and putting your hands on his shoulders to help yourself onto him.

“Oh? Then it’s easy. I’d win.” He snickers, moving to put his head on the pillows to put you on top. You are secured by his hands on your waist, tightly grasping.

“Nah, I’d win.” You grin, moving to face his hardness full on, it still shocks you, but you put on a brave face and put your knees on each side of his face, presenting your mound to him.

Your face flushes, planting both hands on his thighs, gulping and kissing the tip to start. He twitches and you smirk, touching the underside of his tip with your tongue.

He shivers and shoves your hips down on his mouth to stop himself from getting distracted, moaning in ecstasy at your touch and taste.

You hiss and start working him up, licking from base to the slit on top and wrapping your hand around it, squeezing and jerking it off as you start to take him in your mouth.

Your jaw is aching when you take an inch or two in, swallowing nervously as it starts to rapidly approaching the back of your throat, humming in apprehension, which makes him twitch and moan in your pussy.

“Mmfuckk,” he licks your clit and suckles on it, kissing it sloppily. You grunt around his dick.

You drop your head another inch, taking it in like a champ and groaning, moving your hand up and down where you can’t reach.

He groans and plunges his tongue inside your cunt, slurping like it was his last meal and he was starving.

You moan and begin to move faster, bobbing your head and hand in sync to make him cum first.

“S-slooowww doowwwnhhh..” he hums in your pussy, shaking his head with his tongue lolled out, moving your clit left and right and stimulating it like a goddamned vibrator.

Unfortunately for him, you do the same, albeit unknowingly, because the mewls turns into vibrations on his tip and he spills inside your mouth with a loud cry, wrapping each arms around the upper part of your thighs and pushing you impossibly closer to his face to try to not make too much noise.

You suck harder in victory, keeping the cum inside your mouth while his poor weeping cock spurts more until it overflows and makes you pull off, cheeks full of semen.

You hum, almost purring in satisfaction.

Turning around, you try to remove your hips off his head, his strong arms around your thighs too tight.

You gulp down, begrudgingly, the salty and bitter taste running down your throat as you try to move, “You lost ‘Toru, let go’v me.” You grumble, wiggling your ass off.

“Nnnoooo, ‘m gonna wiiiinnnn…” he whines, tongue out to lick your exposed clit, determined to make you cum.

“I won! ‘Toru, let me get off, ffuuuhhhhckkk—“ your back arches as he sucks up your slick, making you dig your nails into his hips, thighs shaking.

“Let mhhhhheee make you ccuuuuhhmmm-“ he cuts himself off and pulls on your clit with his teeth. Suctioning it, soothing the pain and licking, slipping his tongue inside, grunting.

Fuck, he’s actually good, you think, as you bite your lip to restrain most of your whines, leaning further on his face, and slipping off his chin before he brings you back on it.

And finally, the coil in your stomach releases, and so does a scream of Satoru’s name out your mouth.

Flopping down on his chest, face near his erection.

…

He’s still HARD?

HOW?!

“‘Toru-“ you lift your head as he licks his lips, savoring the slick that glazed them, you suppress a pleased hum.

“Fuck, you’re good…” he mumbles, irked that you, his sweet little high school crush, managed to make him cum before him, the world renowned strongest sorcerer of this modern age, and self proclaimed squirt king.

It crushed his ego and he wanted to hide forever. Between your thighs, preferably.

“‘Tooooruuuuuuuu, stop hiding, I won.” You finally get off, changing directions so you face him, smirking as you straddle his lap, mindful of the biggest dick you’ve seen in your fucking life.

He huffs, hiding his face in the space between his elbow and arm. From what you can see of his face, he’s blushing, probably embarrassed.

“Don’t be like thaaaat, ‘Toruuuuu,” you chuckle, moving his arm away, “it was fun, wasn’t it? There’s no shame in being sensitive, don’t worry.”

Your grin could not be wider, he thinks, but it’s beautiful. He wraps his hands around your waist, grumbling under his breath about your eagerness to see him defeated.

“Don’t be a sore loser, ‘Toruuu.” You drawl, pecking the corner of his lips, cupping his cheeks.

He smirks, “it’s fine, I guess…” as he’s trying to move you downwards, but you catch the movement earlier than he could do more.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” You question as you grip his wrists, he smiles guiltily.

“You didn’t think we’d stop there, did you?” He cocks his head, like a cute, little clueless dog.

“At least give me a break, you unstoppable force.” You huff, pushing against his chest to slide further on his lap.

“Hooooh—careful.” Gojo slithers his hand to your lower back, pressing your core to his. He smiles like he just stopped you from falling, like a gentleman.

His gaze, however, was anything but gentlemanly. It was more like a bunny in front of a wolf. A prey in front of a predator.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna eat me or something.” You huff, crossing your arms as you balance on his lap.

“Cause I do.” He laughs, leaning into you seductively. You push your hand against his lips when he gets too close.

He snaps his eyes open, frowning.

“I literally just swallowed your cum, you don’t want it.” You explain, removing your hand to place it on his hip.

He leans in again, too fast for you, as he cups the back of your head to push you into his tantalizing kiss.

He moans, trying to make you open your mouth, and hums softly when you do.

When you both pull away, Gojo lifts your right leg up, determined to have a second round.

“Wait! Wait! Put it in slowly, ‘kay?” You stop him, pressing both hands on his thighs, behind you.

“Uh-huh…” He nods absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the way his tip hooked inside your hole. He looked surprisingly mesmerized.

“I’m serio-ah!” You inhale sharply as he begins to push in, slowly, as you said. At least he took that into account.

“Ffffhuuck, fuckfuckfuck-“ He mumbles, closing his eyes and huffing loudly, almost whining.

Satoru pushes the tip in, but you already felt like you were going to tap out. You were Grade 1, sure, but in your ability to take dick, you’d be Grade 4. He was too big for your liking.

“I feel like…” He swallows harshly, breathing erratic, “you’re going to tear, uh-“ He pulls out, leaving you bereft and whining.

“Where’d you go?” You open your eyes, when had you closed them? and find him looking at your pussy like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hold on, I’m gonna help you.” In all honesty, you were painfully tight for him, and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

So, as a remedy, he shoves a long finger into your pussy, spit coating it. You hold a yell, opting to dig your nails into his shoulder, leaving red crescent marks on his perfect pale skin.

“S’toru, slow it down!” You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly.

He looks up at you, pressing sweet kisses on your lips, smiling at your expression. Right as he adds a second finger, your legs shake in effort, sweat coating your skin.

“Almost there, just one more, ‘kay?” He hums in your ear and gifting you little rewarding kisses to your face.

You nod, feeling your insides get looser, relaxing your muscles to ease him inside.

“God, hmmfh…” You open your eyes as he adds a third one, eyes trained on his fingers plunging inside of you. Your head tips backwards.

Suddenly, you feel empty, looking back down to see Gojo pushing his cock inside, his hand shaking as he lines up to your cunt.

“Agh— ‘Toruu!” You grab both of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, trembling.

“Relax, please, please relax-“ he whines, putting his forehead against yours.

Did he just whine?

Your mouth opens, ready to tease him, however, you eat your words as he accidentally shoves more than half of his dick inside you.

A scream rips through your throat, swallowing his cock with your pussy.

“I got you, I got you, hnnggh.” He drops his head in between your neck and shoulder, tickling you.

“You’re so tight… ‘m gonna dieee.” He whimpers, nibbling on your skin. How could the Strongest ever die from pussy?

“You’re ngh-ot gunna- oh, die!” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

He begins to trust in shallowly, grunting like a wild animal, inhaling in between huffs.

He detaches himself from your neck, rubbing his lips to yours, a stray tear falling down his cheek.

“Aha, ha- you’re crying, you big baby.” You huff as you kiss his tear away. He sniffs, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t make fun of meee-hnngg..” He nuzzles into your kiss and tries to capture your lips within his.

You share a heated kiss, full of love (spit) and passion (teeth clashing against each other).

Each thrust sends you backwards, that Satoru fixes when he brings you back onto his cock.

You perk up when you hear your name, uttered so softly you couldn’t have heard of you didn’t listen closely, “can I put it all in?”

You look down, and eyes widening comically when you see only three fourths of his dick was inside. You swallowed in fear and anticipation.

That’s a whole monster there. Couldn’t he have at least had something that wasn’t good?

“I’m perfect in every way, obviously my dick would be big.” He snickers when you realize you said that out loud, pushing against his chest the way you did when he teased you, back in high school.

“No you’re…” You breathe in harshly, “bad at fucking me.” You snicker, regretting as soon as he shoves his dick all the way in, in, in, does it never end?

You moan loudly, sure to be ashamed of the aftermath later. But Satoru will deal with it for you.

“Shh, the walls aren’t, ugh- that thick!” He shudders, dropping his head in between your breasts with a loud whine out of his throat, teeth gnashing against each other to keep his noises in check.

You manage to huff out a laugh, but lock your legs around his waist, mouth dropping in a silent moan, the thrusts getting deeper and more desperate.

A nibble on your nipple breaks your haze, clacking your teeth together.

You grab Satoru’s hair and pull him off.

“What’s- what are you? A baby?” You scold half heartedly, mewling when he swipes a calloused thumb on your clit, your grip loosening.

“Y-yes—fuck!” He nods, dropping his head back into the comfort of your chest, his moans vibrating within your ribs. “I’m your baby, right?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as if Satoru was your lifeline and you had to keep holding him to live. You had both sets of limbs around him, arms around his neck and legs around his hips.

Thrust-thrust-thrust, it was a seemingly never ending process, of his thumb rubbing uneven patterns on your clit and licking your nipples like they were a lollipop. Whimpering, even. Never have you even fathomed the Strongest whimpering in front of you.

You giggle, breathless and on the edge of a moan. His eyes contort in confusion.

“Fuck you laughing for?” He grumbles, licking up to your neck, dragging the tip of his nose to tickle you.

“Never mind, I’ll make sure you forget how to laugh by the time I’m done with you.” He pulls out to the tip, his fingers forming a V around your almost red cunt to watch how it forms around his tip as he pushes his dick back inside, where it belongs.

He returns inside your arms, snuggling you as he wraps his around your waist to bring your pussy down on him, making the both of you cry out in spine breaking wails of pleasure.

“‘Toru, you bastard- at least warnaahhh-“ You shudder, gritting your teeth as he presses his thumb to your clit.

“Shut.. up, or I’ll cum.. too fahhstt..!” He closes his mouth but still the noise in the back of his throat still makes its appearance, making him whine loudly as he wills himself to not cum too fast. It would embarrassing for The Strongest to cum before his beloved, right?

“Can you just, c-cuhhhmm! Ah-already?” He complains, his eyes crossing and tears spilling down his red-streaked cheeks. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you thought he was cute.

“F-fuhck, please, ‘Toru, slow- ngh- down!” You pull on his hair, gasping for air. Unfortunately, he heard ‘don’t slow down’ and heeded to the non-existent words. In all honesty, you were going to die from too much dick, and you didn’t really mind.

He somehow picked up on the speed and went faster, sealing your efforts to walk tomorrow.

Suddenly, a low growl slices through the air, you open your eyes, when had you shut them? to see if your Satoru had turned into a monster mid way through sex, only to see his embarrassed expression, red flushing his face and not in the way that was pleasant.

“Was that you?” You ask breathlessly, wondering where the animal was, because you certainly didn’t feel hungry after all the food you ate at the restaurant.

“That’s.. my stomach. Pretty sure.” He buries his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, panting at the movements he was subconsciously making with his hips.

“D’awww, is baby hungry?” You tease, scratching his undercut playfully, or as a way to comfort him. He slowly pulls away, a noise of discomfort working up both of your throats.

“Shuuut it. I’m getting Atsuya to get me some food.” You frown, grabbing him by the ear, to which he winces, moaning in pain.

“What does that mean? You’re leaving me for food?” You twist your hand slightly, making him cry out.

“Wait! Wait! Just let me do something, trust me!” He swats your hand away, pouting.

“Tch, if this is a ploy to ditch me, remember, I know your parents.” You warn, pushing the tip of your finger against his smooth and plushy pec.

“I won’t! Be right back.” He smacks a sloppy kiss on your lips, biting the lower one and rushing to get a bathrobe before heading to the door, yelling out some orders and coming back with a plate of… certainly not filling food. Whipped cream, cherries, even chocolate sauce and… candy. Various ones.

“What.” You deadpan, pushing a pillow between your thighs to avoid being indecent in front of servants.

“Well, I’m gonna eat on you.”

“Didn’t you eat a whole ass menu at the restaurant. I’m gonna kill you.” Satoru’s eyes widen, quickly putting the plate down and all but ripping the pillow away from your thighs, diving right into it, no prep.

“Satoru!” You cry out, your thighs straining to wrap around his head tightly, unfortunately, his hands were too strong, keeping them apart so he could eat his ‘appetizer’.

“Fuck, stop moving, I’ll get you in a better mood, I promise, Sugar.” He whispers, quickly shoving two fingers inside your mellow cunt, moving in and out in the most frustratingly fast way possible. You had to admit, he was damn good in bed.

You shudder, an orgasm electrifying your every being, with his stupid harsh tongue and fast fingers, he was making you cum in almost less than a minute.

He cleans you up, licking every fluid out of your pussy, sucking and slurping, the noises were abhorrently loud.

He pulls off, grabbing the whipped cream to spread it all over your chest, the coldness of it making your nipples perk up.

You jerk, hissing and trying to swat his hand away but failing when he plants his head in between your breasts and licks his sweet cream off, leaving red hickeys where he sucked particularly harshly.

“Satoruuuu…” You slip your head under his bathrobe to help him get it off, he lifts his head, dazed.

“You’re so beautiful, I could cry.” He mumbles, his tongue white from the cream.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” You scold, looking away as you feel a rush of blood through your cheeks.

He chuckles, getting off to take off the bathrobe, throwing it in the unknown corner where your other clothes reside.

“Itadakimasu.” He clasps his hands together, chuckling, then grabs your hips, bringing you down on his monstrously big cock. You could’ve sworn you felt like you were having sex for the first time again from how it felt, like you were being teared apart.

Your hands instinctively tangle themselves in his hair, bringing him closer. He huffs, his tongue lolling out to lick the rest of the cream left of your boobs, whining as his hips push flush against yours, your pussy lips stretching to take all of his freakish length. It was too big to be normal.

Satoru whines parts of your name, kissing down your neck to your chest, licking occasionally.

Your head tips to the side, swallowing a whine as he starts to touch your clit, rubbing weird patterns, but you wouldn’t complain when you’re this close. He already took this away once, you wouldn’t let him take it away twice.

“Su-Sugar, fffuck! What’s wrong? Hey?” He searches your face for any discomfort, wondering why you were spacing out all of the sudden, he follows your gaze, his eyes zeroing on the plate of sugary treats. He tilts his head cutely, wondering why you would look at that while he was rearranging your guts.

Meanwhile, you got an idea looking at the whipped cream and stem-plucked cherries.

“Would you… oh lord, turn over, let me ride you. Please.” You look away from his scarily bright blue eyes, eyeing your every move as his Six Eyes scan you for any wounds or tearing or anything that could bring you harm.

“Ohhh-kay…” He shifts, lifting you gently to straddle his lap, pulling you in softly.

The change in angle makes you wince, to which he panics and searches you for anything that could’ve hurt you.

“I’m fine, Toru.” You whisper his name in such a delicate manner, he wondered if he had broken anything in you. However, you get off of him, making him sound out a long whine out of his throat.

“Where are you goin’?” He blinks literal tears away to watch your blurry figure reach for the whipped cream and shaking it to thicken it.

“Do you trust me?” You ask him, approaching like a predator having found its prey. He nods hesitantly.

“Let me eat whipped cream off of it, and I’ll let you use me, trust me.” You promise, removing the cap off the bottle. You then kneel between his legs and tip the cream down to the tip of his length.

A wail rips out of his throat when the cold whipped cream touched him, his hands already pale from grabbing the sheets with such force, you’d think he used Lapse Blue to strengthen the hold.

“Cold, cold, cold! Fuck! You evil woman!” He shivers, you snicker, putting the bottle away and wrapping your hands around his cock to warm it.

Satoru’s mouth drops in a low moan, his hands struggling to take control of the situation despite his trust in you. You silence him quietly.

“I got you, don’t worry. I’ll warm you with my mouth, baby, don’t cry.” You coo, snickering at his hiss. Putting your hair behind your ears, you lick the cream and hum pleasantly, the taste sweet but not enough to deter you.

You lick all of it off, tongue swirling around Satoru’s tip as he whines, hips bucking up. Your name works its way up his throat, dragging it the last syllable.

You smile, taking more into your mouth as he chokes on air and sniffles. He looks down, a small frown between his eyebrows. You look up inquisitively, humming around the appendage and he jerks, shoving it all in and gagging you.

“Hhhgck!” He pulls himself off and cups your face.

“I’m sooo sorryyy, sweetie, let me make it up to you.”

“W-What?” You gasp when he hooks an arm under your knee, presses his tip to your entrance along with his lips to yours as he pushes in roughly, your noises silenced by his earlier act.

Your hands, however, were spared, as you scratched and spread up and down his back, to his undercut.

“Fffhuuuckk..” Satoru whispers against your lips in a desperate manner, a stray tear slipping on his cheek.

You wipe it away, giggling breathlessly, said breath getting knocked out of you each time he thrust too hard.

His hands roam the expanse of your hips and waist hesitatingly, not knowing what and where to touch.

He resolves himself to grab the chocolate sauce and pour it over your chest again, closing the lid and dropping it on the bedroom floor.

Licking all over you like a child tasting a lollipop, he hums in absolute pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips move with a mind of their own, his fingers messing with your clit to push you over the edge.

By the time he had licked you clean, you were cumming a second time, mind blank as you clenched hard on his cock, and Satoru felt like you were cutting his dick off.

Satoru whimpers your name, eyes shut and hips moving on instinct with his fat tip smashing against your g-spot, now that he knew where it was.

"I'm... gonna-!" He groans, biting around your nipple and leaving a mark that probably won't heal for a week at least. His resulting moan vibrated you to your core, and you probably climaxed again, but the sensations were starting to merge together. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

When you blinked back your consciousness, crying, out of pleasure of course, Satoru had already slumped in between your breasts tiredly. For once, his eyes weren’t on you, closed in exhaustion.

Your hands carded through his snowy hair gently, it’s as if you didn’t even feel his still twitching cock on your thigh.

“Sugar.”

“Satoru.” You respond, eyes closed as you recuperated. You feel him shift around on your body.

“You love me, right?” He plants his chin on your sternum, pouting up at you.

“Of course. Do you love me?” You open your eyes, your tone almost accusative. Satoru looks almost indignant, like you had ask him if he killed his best friend.

“Of course I do! I love you so so so much,” he squeezes you close to him and smacks multiple wet kisses on your lips and on your cheeks. However, he looks into your eyes with a small drop of guilt once he’s done.

You narrow your eyes, “what did you do…”

“Nothing, just,” Satoru sighs, flips over and drags you with him to lay you onto his chest. “Can we go again? I’m still hard.”

“You’re shitting me.” You look down, and to your horror, he wasn’t lying.

“Can we?” He looks so hopeful, so innocent as if he wasn’t asking to rearrange your guts more than he has already.

“No.” He whines and pouts, settling on wrapping his too-big arms (when did he start getting so buff? He was a twig in high school!) around you.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow then.” Satoru winks his cerulean eyes at you, attempting to flirt.

“You better not.” You already know you’re going to cave in. You predict it.

[kastheory]

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

[squeakadeeks]

merry christmas my gift to you is telling a terrible tale since I think enough time has passed (ie over a decade) that i can tell you this without exploding.

when i was like 12 and starting out with art, i was so excited to open commissions just like a ✨real artist✨ and it being deviantart in the 2010's, within about a month i got someone asking for furry inflation fetish art. being a kid and having no sex ed, let alone the insanely specific sex ed that would be needed for me to understand what that is, i didnt flag it as inappropriate. I thought it would just be a "cool anatomy exercise like ✨real✨ artists do!" i was so ready and i took it on for 200 llamabucks or w/e the onsite currency was at the time. i did it, i drew it, whatever. well sure enough after posting it i quickly learned what furry inflation art actually was and i was mortified. being in like.....7th grade i was still terrified of sex and i was worried about my parents finding out so i took the entire sketchbook and buried it under my mattress. I lived in fear for months afterwards and felt like i deserved to be shot for falling for it and making something sinful.

the proceeding events happen in a confusing haze because my mother is an utterly puzzling woman so some suspension of disbelief is required but believe me when i say. i wish this was apocryphal. I dont know how or why, but some how some way my mom not only finds the sketchbook under my mattress, goes through the entire thing, finds the one singular offending sketch, then in a concerning mystery i will invest not a single iota of effort to solve due to the implications, immediately clocked that it was sexual fetish art. the one saving grace of a spherical wolf being niche enough that people wouldnt understand the dark deed i had done was out the window. She rips the page out, goes downstairs and parades it to the rest of the family like: "oh my god! look what ____ drew! lets all look at this! lets all look at this right now and laugh at it!" even with just this, i'm full on bursting into heavy hiccuping tears. as a kid this was the ultimate nightmare. you did something bad, you did something really bad, and your primary authority figure not only found it, but is now making sure everyone else you care about also knows the horrible shameful thing you did. except. there was something i couldnt have fathomed at the time that was about to get much, much worse.

my grandfather was dying of parkinson's at the time. when my mother took the sketch and displayed it to everyone like an auctioneer with a high ticket item, i ran out of the room sobbing so i never saw what happened to the blue inflated wolf with punk bangs. Well we all went to visit grandpa. we're all sitting around grandpa who used to be a famous local artist and was a big inspiration to me as a kid. and my mom goes "hey. ____ also wants to be an artist. Do you want to see what they drew?" and you'll never fucking guess what she pulls out of her pocket. hes barely able to turn and look over only to see that goddamn motherfucking wolf again. unlike before where i was crying so hard i couldn't breathe i remember being dead silent and stone still in shock. i dont think i blinked for 5 minutes but when i got up i threw up in the bathroom lol. I cant remember how but this time i did actually get the sketch back and i tore it to pieces and buried it in the yard. it haunted me for YEARS

but anyway now i have a memory of my mother showing my dying grandfather furry inflation art that i accidentally made when i was in middle school because i wanted a rainbow llama badge on deviantart.

[cat-autism-wizard]

danny used to be a amazing child. he had good grades, he was always kind to his elders even winning little prizes in the kindergarten. he met his best friend that time and it was like everything would be amazing all the time. then he went to the middle school. he learned that being kind and smart wasnt enough for people to like you, especially if they dont like your parents. at those times people started to bully him, because he was the freak son of the freak parents. he stopped trying to be the best in the class that time. dont get him wrong he was still in the top 5 in the class even if he didnt try too hard. but he didnt care that much anymore after seeing he was getting bullied for it too. now because he was the nerd brother of the nerd sister. at least middle school gave him a new best friend! sam joined the duo around second year of middle school.

in the high school danny wanted a change. to be popular, to have more friends. he wanted to change. he did change but not in the way he wanted. first year of high school, danny fenton died. but he was still alive and it ruined his year, his grades started to drop making everyone make fun of him for being the dumb one in the family of geniuses. and the bullying never stopped. freak, nerd, dumb, loser they threw much more to danny. he was tired. sometimes he wished that people knew the whole ghost thing maybe they would show him some empathy but he knew it was impossible when the GIW was actively hunting him down. or worse, the possibility of the rejection of his parents.

danny was tired. but at least he had his friends and family loving him even though not all of them knew the truth about him.

but danny had lost them too.

he wanted everything to stop. he wanted to stop feeling. so he begged vlad to help him. he wanted to stop feeling, to stop seeing people fake apologizing to him because now he was an orphan, to stop hearing about how everyone lied about his parents and tell that everyone loved them. danny was tired of everyone and the feelings that were brought with them. he just wanted to stop everything.

when vlad helped him to silence them through taking his ghost self as the emotions, he never realized how much anger he felt. how much resentment he had towards everyone. no it wasnt silence now, instead everything was screaming at him now. then he saw himself, sitting on the floor, crying. pathetic.

humans were pathetic.

[vanderbilt-draws]

pleaseee...draw devwinn interacting... plssss

ok sorry it took forever for me to answer i may have gone slightly overboard with the doodles but I REALLY LIKE DEVWINN AND MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A WHOLE UNWRITTEN FIC ABOUT THEM IN HIGH SCHOOL AND LIKE 7 MILLION HCS ABOUT HOW THEY MET AND THEIR FUTURES AND UHH UHH hcs/all the stuff leading up to my unwritten fic are all below the cut if youre interested ✨✨

winn moved to dimmadelphia in the fourth grade

pretty much instantly dev "befriended" them and started being really clingy with them. he had a MASSIVE crush on them right from the start

winn wasnt actually all that big a fan of dev at first because yk he was mean to most of the other kids, but they didnt want to hurt his feelings so kind of went along with him

(side note i hc that dev has literally been wearing pretty much the same outfit since forever. hes so autism)

dev and winn only got to being real friends once hazel and dev became friends (bc yk shes got the balls to actually tell dev when hes doing something mean, so thats rlly when dev started improving as a person)

winn and dev had the same homeroom in sixth grade and ended up sitting right next to each other, which was when they really started becoming a Duo

winn broke their arm in a skating accident during the winter break of their sixth grade year, dev was the first one they got to sign the cast :] winn never stopped skating but they did do it a lot less + more carefully after that (by order of their parents)

dev started growing his hair into a mullet in the seventh grade because he "thought it looked cool" (<< started noticing his gender dysphoria and wanted longer hair in an attempt to quell it)

winn thought they were bi for all of seventh grade and most of eighth grade bc they had a crush on dev

SPOILER ALERT dev is a trans girl, she comes out in the eighth grade and her chosen name is devine. she still goes by dev but all her friends know what its short for

dev doesnt want to come out to her dad bc she doesnt know how hell react. (tbh if she did come out, her dad would be super supportive and good with prns and names and terms in public, but slip up a ton in private bc he doesnt care as much when people arent watching)

obv winn told jasmine and hazel about their crush right when it started developing, so it became kind of an inside joke between the three that winn has "transbian senses" after dev came out

just before ninth grade, winn decided to get a buzzcut, and theyve been growing it out ever since (this is mostly bc as much as i love dyed hair undercut enby/trans characters THERES TOO MANY PLEASE CHOOSE A DIFFERENT HAIRSTYLE FOR YOUR FICTIONAL TRANSES AND ENBIES SOBBING)

they bleached it blonde when it was about two inches long, and never bothered to cut off the blonde so now they just have blonde tips

winn ended up being 6'5" and joined varsity basketball in the tenth grade because they didnt wanna waste that height

dev stole their original varsity jacket because it was comfy (and because it was winns and it brings her comfort) and then paid for their replacement jacket

jasmine started learning how to sew and embroider clothes over the summer between ninth and tenth grade and so helped devine sew on her own name tag (dev just told her dad jasmine was a bad speller and tbh dale didnt care and was like ok son whatever)

dev ended up stuck at the spectacular height of a middle schooler (5'2") and winn thinks its adorable. theyre strong enough to pick her up whenever they hug her. sometimes when they get excited they spin her around

dev also started wearing her hair curly occasionally in the tenth grade bc winn told her she looked pretty with it like that. her dad doesnt like it when she doesnt slick it back and gets passive aggressive about it whenever he sees her like that

winn started getting panic attacks from all the pressure of high school after joining the basketball team, and dev usually ends up talking them through it, although jasmine and hazel are also good at helping them

they dont think their anxiety is bad enough to be a disorder so they never get a diagnosis/help (until Things Happen in my fic :]]] )

hazel and jasmine are both aroace (in this timeline at least, ive got a few other fic ideas where hazel is bi) and in a qpr. they are also fandom girlies and fic writers, so when dev finally tells them in the middle of tenth grade that she has a crush on winn (and has for a while) theyre both like OOOOOOOHHHHHH I SHIP IT and they, along with cosmo and wanda, start trying really hard to get them together

unfortunately hazmine and coswan have literally no idea how human teenage romance works irl SO. shenanigans ensue :]]]]]]]

anyways yeah thats my buildup to my fic/my personal hcs, no peri mention because hes ✨elsewhere✨ when all this is happening

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

S1 EP17 

this is my thoughts on danny phantom!! starting from "Maternal Instinct" or s1 ep17.

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he can actually dodge!! wow!!! maybe use those training course skills in battle, buddy. 

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oh my god why does my new halloween decoration thing look just like those ghost props. oh shit i have to turn that off. brb

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“nobody makes a meat puppet out of jack fenton!!!” …maybe the people who are into himbos?

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jack, looking at a ghost: “hey pal, you need some sun.”

the ghost was in fact, green. 

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TWO HEADED DANNY?? god knows the world simultaneously does and does NOT need more of him. 

CYCLOPS DANNY?? thats not enough danny!!!

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Maddie: we’re going to florida!!! isnt that fun???

danny, annoyed

me, who has visited florida numerous times: i feel ya, buddy. i feel ya. 

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bro just puts on a pouty face after having been parachuted into the middle of nowhere bc of a ghost plane. yeah, A POUT. 

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VLAD??? helloooo theree ;)

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“what a well planned coincidence…”

“erm- akshually!! thats an oxymoron ya dumbass.”

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WHAT???? ELECTRICITY? poor baby!! you need TLC (tender love and care) <3

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“this subdues your powers for the next three hours. until midnight! im telling you this because ive seen your grades and you are trash at math. really danny, go study you dumb fuck”

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SHE HAS A LIGHTSABER???? maddie you know onlythe bad guys have a doubnle ended one. but its not red sooo (i havent watched star wars in many years. I have also only watched a total of two films. i say two because i saw the entirety of one and half of two others. haha)

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AWWWSSDBJkhjjhbdjcnjbkshsjnk danny hugging his mom!! AWJEJDJNWWJBk. that was such a cute moment!! 

Maddie, after fighting off the ghosts attacking danny: “youre in big trouble, young man!!”

danny, hugging her: “you. are! awesome!!!”

maddie: everyone stay calm, my son is hugging me. 

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maddie: we should stay with vlad, ist too dangerous out here!

danny: Mooooommmmm hes my arch enemyyyy!!!

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“at midnight i get my powers back, at 12:01 the belt zaps me, and at 12:02 vlad tries to make out with my mom. those are gonna be the worst two minutes of my life”

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IS SHE ABOUT TO CHEAT?? ok thank god not.

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bro is fake condoning vlad being with his mom. god. i hate this. but seriously, i dont think that family is functional. 

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vlad is struggling to get the belt off but… danny didnt even lock it. he’s just that bad at high tech belts. HA

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maddie, coming into the room: Wheres vlad?

danny, nervously: he ran out for a bite 

yeah, to get a bite taken out of him

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“We’re not gonna mention any of this to your dad, right?”

guys i hate her. i hate her. why would she do this to danny. she almost cheats on his dad in front of him, with a man that is known to hate jack, and then she buys danny food and tries to get him to keep it a secret. she’s a terrible mom. i hate her. does she have any idea how hard that is for danny? theyre already a dysfunctional family, but then she goes and puts extra pressure on him? do you have any idea what that does to a kid. a kid with whacko parents and crazy ass powers and who gets bullied at school and ON TOP OF THAT!!! HE HAS TO DEAL WITH HIS MOM BEING UNFAITHFUL. i dont care that she never ACTUALLY cheated, im saying shes a fucking dick and i hate her. 

AND THEN DANNYS FEELS GUILTY FOR NOT LOVING HER ENOUGH. NEWS FLASH, YOURE NOT A GOOD MOM IF YOUR KIDS FEEL GUILTY AROUND YOU. 

and jack isnt a saint but at least he didnt put that FUCKING PRESSURE ON JAZZ. maddie you are a piece of shit i hate you. 

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OK!! end of the episode!! give me your suggestions for like, how i should format this or- yeah idk. im going to go start on the next episode!!! :D

edit: *ahem* i have since been informed that she was playing him... i will store half of this hatred in my back pocket for later. I'm watching you, wazowski Maddie....

[lovememoreplease]

I missed you... part one ☆ sub reader, dom vil, mention of amab body parts on reader, pet names, creampie, bitting, marking, spanking, rough sex, fingering, doggy style, missionary, overstimulation an/ ngl the tw list is longer than i though it will be. oopsie ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

"oh but baby. we didnt finished yet" vil smirked sitting up caressing your chest. "it didnt filled up the time you were gone" he chuckle. after coming down from youre earlier realise you look up at him and see how his lipstick is smudged as well as his eye makeup. view that only you will be able to see. "youre such a pretty thing, you know vil?" you said pulling him for a kiss.

as the kiss ended, vil pulled away from you getting off of top of you. "now, on all fours, daling. fast" he added waiting for you to get into possition. with lazy movments you eventually got on all fours as your head got pushed into the pillow as your boyfriends fingers quickly rammed into your hole streching it out. "be a good boy and take it" he spoke continuing his work of getting you ready but also making sure to hit your prostate every given time to get out those pretty moans of yours out of you.

when he tecided that youre ready enough. or he just got impatinent. he took out his fingers and replaced it with his cock. "so tight~" he hum satisfied bottoming out. "taking me so well" he praised staring to move as moans softly leaves your parted lips.

vil didnt got you much time to get used to his lenght as he soon was ramming into your poor poor hole making you take him perfectly.

his dick slipping in and out leaving smacking sounds as his balls slap against your body. "v-vil... oh god" you moan as he finally hit that one soft spot burried deep inside of your body. "hm? you like it, honey?" he asked angeling his hips to make sure to hit this special spot of yours everytime. "m-mhm, i like it. please keep going, dear" he whimper as loud slap landed on your ass cheek soon leaving a red imprint of vil hand. it took you out of surprise but not negative type of surprise. you liked it actually. "more" you said hicking slightly from the pleasure as your eyes slowly water from all the stimulation at one time. "more?" he asked smirking and planting another slap on other cheek. "needy" he comment bending down and kissing your shoulder before nibbling on it and leaving a hickey. "i wish i could leave marks all over you for everyone could see... but i dont want both of us having problems with headmage" he sigh crealy displeased with the situation but also soon going back to leaving another bite marks and hickeys along your back. his hips hitting you back as he continu to thrust into you not caring to be gentle like he was few moments ago. "i love you so much, y/n. you have no idea how much i missed you. how much i needed you but wasnt able to have you with me. my longing to you was killing me." he mumble as he mark your back and shoulders. "my sweet sweet lover" he moan as his moves get more erratic and fast. he was reaching his high while moaning your name into your ear.

he knew it turns you on so much. he knew everything about you and how you like to be treated. he knew all of this things as hes your kind of long term lover now. you both are together for whole 3 years now. ever since first grade. he loved you from the very beggining and will never stop. nothing can stop him. his housewarden responsibilities nor his actor career. he just loved you too much to give up on you.

as his mind went blank for a moment because of his realise and pleasure coming with it filling up his body he paited your walls white moving his hand down to jerk you off making you cum as well. his movments slolwy stopped but only for a moment before he flipped you on your back and pressed you into missionary soon fucking you again.

"fuck, y/n. i will never have enoug" he said pressing himself even closer to you and kissing you muffling your noises.

"my dear. my love" he rambles as he moves his cock deep inside you.

"vil, vil thats too much" you sob yet you dont really want him to stop. youre overstimulated as your body is shaking but... it feels nice.

soon pain from overstimulations washes off and only pleasure fills your senses making your brain and mind a mush not being able to think. he fucked you dumb. just how you always liked after long time of stressing tasks from crowley. you just wanted to forget about all the stress and sleeples nights headmaster putted you into. but now when your lover is so close to you taking care of you. you can let go and just go on autopilot enjoing the feeling.

your arms tightly gripping the sheets as you whimper out vil name and trail of 'i love you' 's. your back arching as white robes of cum escape your cock that is squeezed between you two.

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Honestly, Im a little disappointed that it wasn't messier. Im disappointed that there wasnt more shouting. That Lauda was providing most of the pushing and everyone else was just kinda... rolling over? I wanted an argument that would have brought the roof down on them 🙄

the reason theres so much constant tension in this party is that they all havent tried hard enough to punch each other in the face - like really smash.

to be totally serious tho, remember when Chetney told Ashton to gtfo and thats what broke the tension? someone finally getting the guts to be mean and to push hard on someone else's reckless bullshit?

the fact that theres no such equivalent here? the fact that chetney hasnt intervened on that level? thats whats keeping this tension.

on one hand, the way some of the party treat laudna is so fucking patronizing, its actively painful - Ashton whispering to Laudna for an apology? wtf? the way they acted like she was a misbehaving toddler set my teeth on edge. Then Imogen... Buddy, pal, you just watched your mother regurgitate Ludinus's lies like they were stone cold facts and youre out here accepting the same thing from Laudna without a second glance. You know she has a problem! You know she's not the most reliable narrator! You know she fails insight checks against herself all the time!!!

Ashton and Imogen both needed to treat Laudna like a threat in that moment bc she attacked someone without provocation during a rest when they were trusting her to not do that and it was clearly premeditated because she covered herself in darkness. The fact that they dont demonstrates that neither are taking her capabilities seriously enough. The fact that they arent addressing the threat she presents - to others and herself - is allowing her to continue hurting herself and others.

Whereas, Fearne is complicit in it all because shes so conflict averse. She was never gonna be the one to hold Laudna over the fire.

Chetney and Orym would have. Orym was trying to but literally only Dorian backed him up. And Dorian doesnt know fuck about all. He joined them two days ago. Hes got no fucking clue whats happening!! Oryms the only one really pointing out the fact that he was attacked unprovoked

and sure laudna was aiming for the sheathe, but thats splitting hairs... i believe we removed targeting each armor piece somewhere in dnd 3.5 or something lol - if youre targeting a piece on someone, the usual call Matt makes is to give this a higher DC. Matt making Marisha roll arcana makes sense bc yes you can control wither and blooms "chosen target", but when the target is attached to something else, and moreover the target is a thing - not a creature like the spell says RAW... it makes sense that a failed arcana check would lead to that failure

for all intents and purposes, laudna was aiming for orym. she didnt mean to hurt him but again, shes operating under the influence (and yes I do mean that connotation). a lot of people do shit they dont mean under the influence. but they still gotta do the repairs when they come back to their senses. harm was still done. Orym attacking laudna bc he was hurt and blinded is also fucking reasonable. he didnt fucking know it was her in the first place.

for laudna to say that orym hurt her when she attacked him - that was grade A manipulation

and heres the thing too, when someone is acting under the influence, people usually call it out. they say stuff like "youre drunk" or "youre high" to acknowledge that hey, this isnt you but also this isnt acceptable either. no one breathed a fucking word about delilah until the very very end. they all treated laudna like she was in a reasonable state of mind, and she wasnt. they werent meeting her where she was at and so they failed to reach her

now to orym... did they all agree that the sword was oryms? bc that was a discussion they did not have... chetney made a one off comment about how theyll need permission for it (possibly implying orym but never explicitly stated)... was the idea that orym gets it because he got hurt first? that wouldve been stupid for sure

to dorian's point, hey its just a sword. swords hurt people. what youre gonna look at every sword with magic geometry and expect to see it cuddling puppies? swords are made to hurt. even when its defending. it can parry but if you need a shield get a shield. sure, this was otohan's sword but the sword is not sentient (laudna girl you need to insight check your patron pls). otohan hurt her not the sword. and to allow her to consume it was more leaning into her trauma - its not setting a good precedent for future healthy coping mechanisms basically

that said, dorian cant just say that without acknowledging the depth of laudnas trauma. the sword actively triggered her. this does reek of a PTSD episode where she went running to a soothing influence. to simply say its just a sword without paying respect to laudna's hurt is also incredibly dismissive - well aimed as it was.

chetney is sus. thats it. thats the take. i dont believe this old man when he said he trusts laudna. i think hes plotting

tl;dr - everyone tried to help laudna, no one tried to stop her which might be the only way to help her now. she needs someone to hold her back and call out when shes under the influence again.

[creepedverse]

We need talbin lore dump so fuckin badd

I GOTCHUUUU. Heres the entire TalBin Lore. INSANELY LONG POST WARNING LMAOOO. Also for future reference, anything Talbin related that isnt directly relevant to Creepedverse/Farnbury plot shit should be asked on my main account @necroromantics so we dont flood the Creepedverse account with irrelevant stuff

-They met in high school (they were 16yrs old), in a shitty small town in North Dakota. They first encountered each other in the office in the first week of school; Tobin was in trouble for talking back to a teacher, and Tali was there for a course change. The two stubborn piece of shit trashy kids just sat there glaring at each other cuz neither of them knew how to back down LMAO

-Then they found out they shared an English class. Last period. They sat right next to each other.

-I dont know if yall know this, but Tobin was practically illiterate back in high school, due to him being in and out of school his entire life he was very behind on education. He was horrible at even basic math, spelling, reading. So he struggled a LOT in his English class to the point he dropped out again, only to go back a month later after his grandma pushed him, and told him to find a tutor

-He noticed early on that despite being countrygirl trailer trash, loud-mouthed and rude, Tali was pretty well-read. She kept to herself a lot, didnt really have any friends or got on with anyone, so it was mostly the grades she got back that made Tobin decide she was gonna be his tutor. Plus, he already had an interest in the challenge of befriending her anyways

-It took him a fuck ton of harassment and being an all around annoying nuisance in order to finally get Tali to cave and agree to tutor him. At her place after school every Wednesday, he has to pay up in cigarettes and $20 first. This arrangement of theirs was how they got to know each other properly in the first place

-At first it was Tali and Tobin sitting across this old wooden dining room table of hers, her father worked on the road so he was never home. She started off just getting frustrated with Tobins arguing and stupidity, theyd sorta just bicker and fight with each other over him not focusing, or listening, or understanding. He didn't know half the shit that was being asked of him, and he didn't know how to take it seriously

-It was when he talked back to her asking how the fuck he doesn't know what "coincidence" meant, he told her "Fuck I dunno, I was barely in school", and it finally clicked for Tali that he wasnt stupid, he really wasn't, he just had a bad start.

-So she went to the library and picked out low reading level books, and next Wednesday, she had him pick one out, and they read together. After that, Tali would start to really listen to the way that boy talked about things, like taking apart bikes and putting them back together, or the logistics of buying/weighing/flipping weed for profit, street smarts, people smarts

-And they started arguing less, and laughing together more. Theyd talk to each other in the hallways, and even had each others numbers. They became friends, though neither of them would admit it.

-Soon, Tobin would start coming over on days other than Wednesday, just for a place to crash. He never really wanted to be home, and Tali never really asked him why. She didn't mind having him over, in all honesty she started to enjoy it, and Tobin would always consider her place a safe space of sorts, someone he could rely on, somewhere to get away from shit.

-Eventually, he started spending the night there too whenever he got kicked out, or ran away. Tali would always let him in. Eventually, she trusted him enough to sleep in her bed, after he got her home after a party they drank too much at. Now for context, in highschool, Tali had a false reputation of being an absolute whore. Like rumours from girls who hated her, or guys she'd hurt the ego of, saying she'd sleep around, or that she was easy, or that she'd get drunk and sleep with a bunch of guys. Easy humiliation, and neither Tali nor Tobin listened to the rumours. So knowing that this boy, who she almost considered her best friend, would go out of his way to make sure she got home safe, the same way she'd make sure he'd get away from his home safe. She really did start to trust him, and he never broke it, and he trusted her too

-Tobin liked Tali a lot, sure, but he was never interested in anything more. Partially because he knew if he caught feelings for a girl who threatened him if he ever caught feelings, itd be over. He was perfectly fine keeping shit strictly platonic, even when they layed together, or when they started to hold hands.

-Even when she asked him if he's ever kissed someone before, and he said no, and she asked him if he wanted to. And he said no.... LMAO. He thought it was a test or something. He was sitting on her bed like FUUUUUCKFUCCK but its ok Tobin grew a pair and kissed her and they still kept things... Platonic... But... Theyd very much treat each other like a couple yknow. But they were both waaayy too prideful to admit it was anything beyond just being close friends

-But eventually Tobin would start coming to her place drunk, high, or both, more often than not. He'd show up every Wednesday like always, but he'd end up falling asleep at the table, or be so fucked up with booze and pills that he was practically unresponsive anyways. For awhile, Tali didn't care to, or want to, be on his ass about it. She let him sleep, she let him come to her whenever he needed

-It became a problem when they started really, genuinely fighting. They would have petty arguments or banter or piss each other off all the time, but they never actually fought in ways that hurt that much. Tali would say things that hurt his ego, and Tobin would try to tear her down. Theyd start yelling at each other, insulting each other. They were fucked up kids who lived fucked up lives going through fucked up things. And all they really knew was how to hurt each other, and then pretend like nothing happened cuz they couldnt lose each other no matter how hard they tried

-Tali eventually banned Tobin from coming around her when he was fucked up, and he listened. He came around a lot less, even missing Wednesday tutor nights sometimes, but he never fully left yknow. On the days he'd show up at school, he'd be trying to make up to Tali for pissing her off last night, or bugging her to get her to laugh at one of his shitty jokes. And she'd let him in every time. In all honesty, she couldn't ever really truly hate him

-It was Tobin who realized he caught feelings first, they were sitting on her bed and she laughed and water came out of her nose, and she laughed harder, and Tobin couldnt even laugh too cuz he was just sitting there feeling that heavy fondness in his chest, he couldnt do anything but stare at her and smile at how beautiful she was. And the moment the word "love" came into his head he was immediately like OH FUCK. It was something he immediately shoved alllll the fucking way down. He couldnt imagine her ever actually liking him back, or agreeing to be his. Tali was always very very vocal about her independence, how she would never be anyones but hers, how she hated guys, she hated the idea of romance, she hated cliches. And he was fine with that, he was fine with just being her best friend.

-Tali ended up realizing she had feelings for him after the most torturous month or so of him pulling away from her, and getting heavy into drugs/drinking again. He ended up getting into a fight with his dad, and he was fucked up on pills again, but he stumbled to her place at night, he didnt know where else to go. Despite her rules, she let him in. And he didnt fight, or argue, she just let him wash up, and climb into bed with her. Tali realized that she really would do anything for him, and just how much she cared for him. She wanted him to always choose to come to her, she wanted to listen to him ramble, and she liked him sober more than anything

-It was Tobin who said "I love you" first. And Tali slapped the shit out of him LMAOOO Cuz they were having a really bad fight and he said it sorta as a last ditch effort and she was like Do NOT fuckin' say that to me!!!! And he was like FUCK WHATEVER And then he kept going. And Tali realized like Oh shit he actually loves me hes not just fucking with me Lmao. Yada yada they hugged and made up

-They started dating about a year after they met, and it was literally a result of Tobin harassing her into saying yes. He was so fucking annoying about it Tali was just like FUCK FINE! WHATEVER! And their first date was sparring. They just met up. And beat the fuck outta each other. Cuz Tobin knew she hated cliches and loved MMA so fuck it why not

-Then about half a year after they started dating, Tali called Tobin to tell him she accidentally killed her brother. So Tobin did the logical thing. And blew his dads brains out with a shotgun. And they took Tali's dads truck and ditched town. They were 17 at this point, almost 18.

-They ended up in Louisiana after this, crashing in motels and shelters or really wherever. Literally all they had left was each other, and Tobin made a promise he'd never leave Tali. It was them against the world. They got promise rings around this period too, Tobin has the sun, Tali has the moon. Tali also got her snakebite piercings here too

-Eventually Tobin got enough cash selling drugs, and eventually guns/things he stole/etc, and Tali would job hop trying to make whatever she could to get by. They had to stay on the downlow as much as possible though. But they got a cheap, sketchy, small apartment together and lived in the city for awhile. This is when they went from being dumb kids with stupid issues, to adults with really heavy shit on their plates

-But it was always them together. They'd have really fucking brutal fights, even worse than in high school. Theyd scream so loud at each other, Tali would storm out, Tobin would break shit, Tali would throw plates at him. They got to a point where it was almost always fighting, breaking up, making up, tearing each other down, hurting each other. Tobin got really involved with the drug/crime scene in the city, befriending this other junkie named Skinner. They were real close for awhile, and Skinner practically taught Tobin all the ropes of arms and narcotics dealing. Tobin got into serious shit, and was making serious money

-And it put a serious strain on his relationship with Tali, especially when he started to get more and more afraid of committing to her. And so they broke up, and Tali kicked Tobin out, and he stayed with Skinner, and it just wasnt them against the world anymore. And my god did it hurt

-They completely cut contact, this time they were both sure they finally were done for good. Tobin wouldnt be sober for even a day, always drinking or getting high, fucking around with some girl he knew cuz they both wanted a rebound, but never being able to take it seriously or really do anything cuz god he just missed Tali so much, and he learned so quickly that nobody compares

-Tali spent her time waitressing at a small diner she was pretty sure was a laundering scheme but didnt give a fuck to think about it. She didnt talk to anyone, she just held her breath every day trying not to grieve. And she'd try not to break into tears at night when she realized her boy wouldnt come home and crawl into bed with her. She missed him so much, every day, for that month and a bit.

-And then Tobin found himself in some sketchy apartment, so fucked up on downers he couldn't even think, and he didnt even realize that Skinner had overdosed and died right there by him. He didnt call 911 in time, and when the paramedics arrived, he called the one person he knew he could rely on. Tobin was even too fucked up to realize what he had done, until he saw Tali pull up to the curb he was sitting on, and get out of the car, and sat next to him

-The ride back to their apartment was quiet. Everything for Tobin was slow, buzzing, and silent. And Tali was just happy he was safe. She got him into the house, and he didnt say a word as he laid down with her in bed, and she kissed the top of his head, and he quietly muttered that he loved her, and he missed her, and he needed her. And she whispered that she loved and missed him too, and they fell asleep.

-She let him sleep in that morning and when he woke up he didnt tell her what happened, and she didnt ask. He just hugged her, and she hugged him back. And from that point on they got back together and Tobin cut back on his drug use, and they agreed to ditch the city and start fresh somewhere else

-During that transition period from Louisiana and to Farnbury, about a month or so, Tobin and Tali were very dedicated to making it work between them. They knew just how fucking badly it hurt when they left, they knew how good it felt to be back together, they knew that nobody else compared, that it was always just going to be them. They were best friends, partners in crime, it was them against the world. Theyd be patient with each other, they'd communicate, theyd love each other without any restraint. Tobin would work so hard to make sure his girl knew she was loved, to make sure she knew he'd always come home to her when he went out. And Tali would always defend him, have his back, be there when the world would turn its back on him.

-They werent those dumb reckless kids that were best friends in highschool anymore, but they still had each other. And they would for the rest of their lives. Happily ever after fr.

[sister-l0cati0n]

Do you have any headcanons for the families of the different Wammy's Boys/how they were orphaned? The only one we ever get a backstory for is Near, and that's in non-canon material lol

I'm yet to read AN so idk about BB lol

How the wammy's boys got orphaned

Thank you so much for your Req! {\_/} ♡

Tw: Angst kinda?

Contains: 1.Matt 2.Mello 3. Near 4.L

🎮| Matt:

-He got into wammy's house when he was about 12

-His father left him early with six leading his mother into a Permissive parenting style their relastionship was clearly strained after his father left his mother

-She still loved her litle son..not for too long though in a fall evening Matt's mother picked him up from his friends house and just about 13 minutes later their car chrashed its like a switch flipped in Matt's mother in her hospital bed she could't even bare to see her son blaming him for the accident because SHE needed to pick HIM up as soon as she got released she told him open and honest she cant handle him anymore or alone stand him with the demand to pack his stuff she give him one last tense ride before leaving him in the orphanage

🍫| Mello:

-He was 11 when he got in the Wammy's house

-His parents were both married his mother had a Uninvolved parenting style and his father had a authoritarian parenting style the reslove= Feeling not good enough and being very emotinal though Mello was mostly driven by supressed anger or stress

-He had a poor relastionship to his father and it felt like his mother didnt take care of him in school he got very good grades but he kept misbehaving or competed with other kids or would even fight with them did he start the fights? Mostly not but he also stole from two stores and got cough once Mello's father did not appreciate the trouble even after he gave so many punishments and at one agurment he just snapped and threatend to put him into a orphanage mello didnt belive it and contuined the next day his stuff got packed for him and he faced wammy's house

🎲| Near: (Headcannon too)

-He got into the wammys house with 12

-He had always lived with his Father and grandma he got raises with a Authoritative style his father was in awe when he saw that he got such a gifted litle boy he bhought him puzzles and color books though Near was mostly interested in the puzzles Near's father would laugh in glee and proud when he got a high test score

-His father found out about Wammy's house and offerd Near to bring him there explaining how they would fall apart but Near could lock in with a good stable future for a price of being L's next successor and how how could proof his skills Near thought about it for the weekend before agreeing 4 months after he joined wammy's house his father died by kira's hands due to comitting armed roberry

🍰| L:

-He got into wammys house with 11-12

[Sorry if there is a cannon age]

-His mother raised him alone and had a Discerning parenting style

-L's mother was hard working single parent there were days where she overworked but seeing how smart he was took a lot of stress off her shoulders every 4 months she invinted her sisters and mother to their house there was always lots of cake and candy for L at one meeting L got tired earlier then usuall so he went to bed early he didnt sleep for more then 1-2 hours before his grandma and one of the aunts came in sobbing crying picking up L he didnt even know what was happening all he knew it was he was staying with his Grandma for a few days just on the last days he got told that his mother and his second aunt had a conflict wich escalated into violance and that his mother wasnt in the right state to take care of him anymore ever and so he got handed to Mr.Wammy

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT (Poor babies)

I just tried to go with what i think made sense for how they behave and just kinda went with a feeling?

I hope you could enjoy it and Feel always free to send any kind of Req for headcannons,reactions,etc for the wammys boys i didnt include BB cause i wasnt sure if he counts if you specificly want him included you can write it in the request! Thats it byeee ♡♡♡

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

i feel reallllllly bad abt this

so some backstory my bf plays a lot of military video games (war thunder esp thats his fave) and loves military boats and planes and wants to go into the military via an academy.

i have a complicated relationship w the military and military men. a lot of the men in my family (my grandfathers, uncles, cousins etc) were at one point in the military and it didnt go well for any of them. they all have major issues cause of their service. my grandfather developed a drinking problem after vietnam, my great uncle extreme PTSD after fighting in Iraq and all have or had been abandoned by the govt esp my uncles. so needless to say i have a weird relationship w the us govt and military systems.

so my bf wants to go into the military and while im well aware that high school sweethearts usually dont work out weve been dating for over 3 years straight and bros been talking abt marriage lately so i kinda have a feeling well last so his military dreams scare the SHIT out of me. not just the possibility of having him come back in a casket, or not coming back at all but him coming back so different, angry/violent or a drunk or an addict or sick or all of the above. i want him to be happy but i dont want him to come back blown to bits or missing limbs.

hes one of those people who wants to do it for the glory. the love of country the idea of coming back a hero. the way the current politics are going in america were probably gonna have a huge war soon maybe even on 2 fronts, WWIII. that scares me too just in general and add someone i love so much so far for so long going years w/o seeing him, sometimes not knowing if hes dead or alive. scares me but thats so selfish. thats my problem im so selfish about it. ive told him my concerns and it makes me feel like a bad person cause ik he wants this pretty bad tho he did say if he doesnt get into an academy he wont enlist hell go somewhere else for engineering and work for the govt that way. but i just feel so selfish. i want him to be happy but i also want him alive and safe.

also while im being honest here i really dont think hes military material. hes not very uh fit (i doubt hed pass the physical test), his grades r pretty average the academies r really hard to get into, hes EXTREMELY stubborn which the military would not at all approve of he only does one extracurricular, and he has some other problems i wont mention that wouldnt go well in the military. so his chances at an academy arent very high but just enough to scare me.

and i know its selfish which is why i feel so bad about it. its so complicated. on one hand i really dont want him to go and i just want him to consider the pros and cons, he has a very video game propaganda-y watered down "glory" view of the military that they can do no wrong and i know the other end the trauma, the abandonment, the fear, ive heard the stories the stories of men watching each other get blown up, watching civilians struggle to breathe cause of the chemicals we used, my grandfather had to watch his best friend get his legs blown off. the coming back different, changed and not for the better. sure the glorys nice the honor is amazing but at what cost? i have relatives who have purple hearts and were abandoned by the system that gave it to them. on the other hand tho i know its so selfish to not want him to follow what he wants to do. to tell him he shouldnt, that its a bad idea, that its not worth it, that the risk isnt worth the possible reward, to think abt how once u sign on that dotted line u cant quit till ur contract is up. im gonna follow my dreams of being an artist so why should i let him follow his?

i feel so conflicted abt it. i cant tell where the line between caring and selfishness is. i feel guilty and selfish and scared all at the same time. i hope and pray he changes his mind but i know i cant make him no matter how many times i not so subtly mention the possiblity of death, disability, PTSD the thousands of things that can go wrong. i feel so selfish but i cant help my fear. i think i care too much. thats my problem. i care too much abt his physical safety i overlook his happiness. i apologized to him abt my selfishness over this like a half hour ago and havent heard back.

[necroromantics]

🖤 — The Eclipse; TalBin

like a lover, or partner in crime. or something of mine.

AN: Its my 4yr anniversary with my absolutely wonderful girlfriend ( @clockeyedtoy ), dedicating this one to her :3 She's the most beautiful, smart, and talented girl I have ever met and she's such a genuine loving soul I'm forever lucky to have her in my life. My best friend 4eva and my partner in crime (and errands) I love you to the moon and back my timebomb

- tobin first met tali junior year of high school. he was in the office for talking back to a teacher when she stormed in and sat angrily in the chair beside him.

- he noticed the way she eyed the clock, as if time was against her. and how she laid back as if she didn't care.

- when she caught him staring, she furrowed her brow at him and stared back. the two were both stubborn to a fault, neither of them looked away.

- to both of their dismay, that year they discovered they shared an english class. last period, seated next to each other. when tobin sat down in his chair, he noticed the girl staring daggers into him.

- she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, and gave him a terrible fake smile, the type she’d put on during picture day. it looked almost scary, like something you’d see before she cracked open your rib cage and devoured your beating, bloody heart. fangless, but she looked like she should’ve had fangs. it would’ve completed her dead girl look, he thought.

- "do you got a staring problem?"

- "you look like a dead dog id find on the side of the road."

- they got along like politicians. it had gotten especially worse when tobin had bugged tali enough to make her agree to tutor him in english for free cigarettes and joints.

- she knew he was stupid, dumber than a dog, but when he came over for their first session, sitting at her dinner table in her tiny mobile home, she was almost surprised at how the boy could barely read grade level literature.

- but tobin stayed true to his word, and he paid his half in full. they'd sit out on her front porch step late at night after arguing over tali's hostile teaching methods, and tobins inability to read the word "eradication", and share a cigarette together.

- the two insisted they hated each other. they couldn't stand each other's stubbornness and arrogance. but tobin would approach tali in the hallways before class, and crack a bad joke, and she'd laugh and roll her eyes.

- and tali wouldnt listen to all the things people said about that boy. to her luck, he didnt listen to anything they said about her either.

- tobin was always warm, the girl thought that he closely resembled the sun. she hated it. tali found sunny days annoying. too hot, humid, made it hard to breathe when the sun was out. it hurt to look up at the sky, and it hurt her skin when the light touched her.

- tali, on the otherhand, was always cold. tobin thought that she closely resembled the moon. he always thought it was just some floating rock in the sky, nothing special, or worth consideration. but some nights when he's out for a cigarette alone, he pulls a second one out of his pack by habit, ready to hand it to the girl, only to realize he's left with nothing but the moon shining down on him.

- when they started holding each others hands, they found ways to balance their temperatures. tali would cool tobin down, and tobin would warm tali up. she would calm his energy, he would get her out of her shell.

- he followed that girl around like a stray dog. he annoyed the hell out of her, she hated him, she insisted she hated him. she loved him more than anything. it was them against the world.

- it wasn't any surprise that tobin was the first person tali marks called when she accidentally killed her own brother one drunken night, after another physical altercation with him.

- and it wasn't any surprise that tobin followed suit and blew his fathers brains out with a shotgun, because he had gotten his ass beat earlier that day for talking back again.

- and it wasn't any surprise when tali stole her fathers busted up red pickup truck and the two ran down south to alabama to escape what they had done. they did it together, and they held each others hands the entire way down.

- like lovers, and partners in crime.