#the colors on this one kinda suck but i just finished finals and this was my wind down doodle from that

[shepards-folly]

!!! BEST FRIENDS FOREVER !!!

[evilminji]

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

[strwbnnie]

‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

[neiptune]

just her color

cw: 2.7 wc, female reader, violence, gore, it gets pretty descriptive, slightly nsfw (y'all have sex lol), dark academia(ish) setting

“A girl has been found dead on campus” Jean’s brows are furrowed as he skims through his twitter timeline “shit, I think I know who she is?”

“What?” Sasha straightens up in her seat, iced latte promptly put down. The table grows silent, you’ve grabbed Jean’s wrist to peek at his screen in disbelief. Someone dying at your college, the most boring place on earth, is difficult to believe.

“Holy shit” you let go of your friend’s wrist and meet Sasha’s gaze “it’s Yuki. Remember? She used to be in our history class”

She opens her mouth in a small “o”, realization freezing her surprised features.

“Nakamura Yuki?” Eren’s breath catches in his throat “that’s impossible, I literally saw her last week. Didn’t she tutor students with you, ‘Min?”

“Yeah but that was last year” Armin shakes his head “what the hell happened? From what I remember she didn’t care for parties or weird companies”

“Not sure, they’re jut saying she’s been found outside her dorm” Jean puts away his phone with a grim look on his face, cappuccino long forgotten. Connie used to have a crush on that girl, he hopes to find him before he has the chance to get the news from social media.

“Do you guys think it was an accident?” all pigment seems to have been sucked out of Eren’s face and you instinctively push back some of the hair from his forehead.

“An accident? What d’you mean?” you tilt your head to the side, pose the question carefully weighing each word.

“I don’t know. Alcohol poisoning? Maybe someone spiked her drink?”

A shudder teases your spine, almost makes you retract your hand. “So you’re saying… someone did it?”

“Not on purpose. I’m just speculating”

“Why?” Sasha chimes in “stop it, it’s weird. If something’s off, the school is gonna tell us”

“Yeah, right, they definitely will” you scoff.

“Maybe it was like a heart attack” Armin seems unconvinced himself as he finishes his tea, surely gone cold by now.

“Sure, that sounds likely” you push back the mug containing your black coffee, suddenly nauseous “next time my parents ask how things are going up here, I’ll finally have the perfect answer. Oh, you’ll never guess the novelty: girls are being murdered on campus now!”

“No one’s been murdered” Eren is annoyed and eager to change the subject. Everyone else is too. You kinda get it: it’s weird that a girl you all somehow knew is suddenly dead, it’s even weirder that something so dreadful had to happen on your campus of all places.

On the slopes of mount Rokko, in Kobe, nothing really ever happens. You attend a private university that counts a few thousand students and an international exchange program that no one really ever applies to. Your professors like to call the insistution “Kobe’s best kept secret” but to you that’s just a pretentious way to present an old school with an even older set of rules that simply make your lives excruciatingly harder. No visits allowed except for graduations or special ceremonies, everyone is supposed to be in their rooms by 9:30 pm (as security keeps a record of students who are caught roaming in the corridors at night), no one is allowed to leave the building except for Sundays and even then if you don’t have your identity card with you, the chances that you’ll spend the night in the woods are pretty high because security doesn’t really give a shit.

But if they don’t mind leaving students locked outside for the night (it has happed), the appreciation for bribes runs equally high: it’s not uncommon among students to offer as much as ¥308,230 to buy their silence for a plethora of activities. Money is power even on top of mount Rokko and it can be used to secure sex, parties, drugs, alcohol, just like it does anywhere else.

Which is why everyone seems to be asking themselves the same question: who the hell used money to secure an assassination?

Soon after the finding and despite the rector’s efforts, Yuki’s picture was passed around in group chats and social media posts like a collectible card. Most senders had the decency to forward the blurred version of the photo but pretty much everyone saw the first, original variant, and the school couldn’t keep it a secret for a minute longer: a murder it was.

You spent the following days unable to get proper sleep, eyes wide open scanning the ceiling for the majority of the night, the image of that girl’s empty, horrified stare chasing you until dawn, pulse rapidly tapping against your skin at the thought. Sasha doesn’t speak of her nightmares but you’re sure they resemble your own dreams: one hand pointlessly closed around a pale throat slashed open, the dark halo of thin hair framing a face gone cold, liquid red lipstick smeared across lips like a macabre tribute to joker.

If few can get out of the school, basically no stranger can step foot inside. Which means, and every single female student is painfully aware of it, that they are sharing their campus with a killer.

You’ve all been moving in packs lately, no girl has been seen wandering around the school without her friends or boyfriend and you’re no exception: if Sasha is almost always escorted by Jean and Connie, Eren basically refuses to leave your side and has been staying the night more and more often.

“I know cops freak you out” he tries to keep the spirits high, indulges in some humor to ease part of the tension in your shoulders as the investigation unfolds and strangers search your dorm a million times.

“Pigs” you utter under your breath shortly before flashing a smile to one of the officers you pass by on your way to class “how dumb d’you have to be to be still groping in the dark? They’re clueless”

He shrugs, trying hard to suppress a smirk because what the hell, they’re only there because a girl has been murdered and it wouldn’t be appropriate to smile “they’ll never figure it out anyway”

You look up at him, confusion evident by the crease between your brows. Eren clears his throat.

“Everyone knows the school wants to handle this shit internally” he lowers his voice in a murmur “I wouldn’t be surprised if the rector was actually trying to get rid of them”

“What the fuck? Why would he do that? Parents are already freaking out, threatening to pick up their kids and cancel their enrollments, does the rector want to reign over an abandoned bulk of shitty old bricks?”

“How much did you look into those articles about our school that Armin sent us last year?” Eren tilts his head a little, an amused twitch of the lips indicating that he’s about to do the thing you hate the most: be a smartass.

“Not much” you stand defeated and your boyfriend grins.

“It’s not the first time someone’s died here, Gako has a pretty long history of secret societies that are believed to have performed some fucked up initiations. It’s mainly why we don’t have them anymore, at least officially. The degree of independence from the rectorate was pretty high, they essentially had an agreement: vivit et vivet”.

“What?” your brows furrow, skeptical. Eren basks in your confusion.

“Live and let live. Keep your nose out of our business and we’ll do our best to stay discreet”

You refrain from asking where the fuck he even learned latin as a more urgent question arises. “But why would the rectorate even agree?”

“Those students came from some of the richest, most influential families of the Taisho era. Gako cares a lot about history and tradition and…”

“Prestige”

Eren nods.

“They kept the money flowing and the name shining. Those societies were Gako, I bet our current rector himself is an ex member of the Cauda Venenum or whatever the fuck it was”

There’s a pause as the story sinks in, all the implications that single revelation could hold. “Wow. You seem to have really enjoyed those articles, Armin must’ve been thrilled”

He laughs a bit at that and shrugs, pulls you closer to his body, pretends not to notice the inkling shadow of suspicion quivering beneath the surface of your words.

You don’t point out that what happened to Yuki is far from resembling an initiation, nor you dwell on the main undertone of the entire conversation: if what Eren said is true, the case could very well remain unsolved and the murderer would be allowed to roam free through the halls, perhaps for evermore. The mere thought sends a chill down your spine. Vivit et vivet.

The Yuki topic is banned from being discussed with Sasha, she gets nervous really easily and is already painfully on edge every single day. Despite Jean and Connie basically never leaving her side, you know part of her wishes she had a boyfriend to rely on or keep close at night, one that would pull her into him as she wakes up from those hellish nightmares, chest heaving painfully. That’s precisely why you don’t bring up Eren to her: not his weirdly cemented assumptions, not the fact that you want to keep your distance for at least a day or two. And so, as it often happens, Armin becomes the designated listener to all your bitching and moaning.

“He’s just being weird, I guess” you grumble over breakfast, a portion of blueberry pancakes covered in dense syrup “and I don’t know how to make it clear to him”

“How to make what clear to him?”

“That he’s giving me the creeps”

Your friend chuckles at that.

“I’m sure Eren’s simply as freaked out as everyone else, he’s just trying to make sense out of the whole thing. I do appreciate that at least someone went through the material I shared, though”

“I was plannin’ to” you protest “eventually”

“Sure you were” Armin rolls his eyes but there’s fondness in his resigned gaze.

A comfortable silence drapes over the two of you as you keep eating, the chatter floating around the mess hall reaches you like the rolling of heavy, long sea waves. There’s a storm raging outside, although not much can be seen from the stained glass windows that are closer to the vaulted ceilings than the long, wooden tables filled with students. The only real indicators are the distant rumbling of the thunder and a group of pupils who barged through the doors soaked from head to toe.

“I know you’re just as scared, y’know” Armin calmly cuts through the silence, eyes on his now empty plate “even if you always wanna act all tough”

“Yes, I’ll admit I’m slightly nervous at the idea that a murderer is currently wandering around our school and that our rector may very well be doing nothing to actually find said homicidal maniac” the words come out harsher than intended so you try to soften them around the edges “sorry, I just… it’s shitty. And I feel like I don’t get to complain because I have a boyfriend who is always making sure I’m not lonely or scared while…”

“Sasha doesn’t?”

Ugh, Armin. Ever the receptive empath.

You hang your head lower, shoulders hunched. He offers another one of his gentle smiles.

“A student has been found with her throat split open, on campus. I think you get a pass for being nervous about it, even if you have a boyfriend”

“Thank you, ‘Min” the smile you offer in exchange is probably not as sweet nor fully persuaded but you do truly appreciate his courtesy.

When you get back to your room at the end of a very long, tiring and unfortunately wet day (you 100% forgot to bring your just-in-case umbrella and thought running would be a safe, dry enough strategy to bolt from one class to the other), all you want is to kick off your muddy shoes, add some logs to the fireplace, take a piping hot shower and melt into the comfort of your bed. However, it’s not often you have the room all to yourself: Sasha is going to spend the night in Connie’s room, the only place in the entire school where she feels safe enough to get a good night sleep.

You decide to text Eren and ask him to come over. Although you never directly addressed your concerns or discomfort, he must’ve sensed the desire to keep to yourself for a few days and he’s been gracious enough to step back and grant some space. You don’t necessarily feel guilty about it but you’d lie if you said you didn’t miss him and his stupid, sometimes awfully inappropriate jokes. You’re in love with him after all, insufferably in love one could say (and Jean has before).

Eren is the one person you’d do everything for, the only man you could dedicate your entire life to. And it’s not just because he’s attractive, emotionally intelligent, a good friend and just generally a kind, good-hearted person. It’s because he loves you just as much, knows that you were made for each other, like a perfect match determined by a superior force, some higher power, a deity that held a flame to both your hearts and sealed your fate for all eternity. That’s how being in love with Eren feels.

That’s what you always think about when he fucks you into the mattress, as you moan as loud as he likes it, as you beg for him to go faster, harder, whenever he teases you with a painfully slow roll of the hips. He knows you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and, god, what never fails to send you over the edge each time is the thought that he adores belonging to you more than he enjoys owning you. You have him, all of him, and by god you’ll make sure that never changes.

Tonight, the thought of Yuki infiltrates your brain once more, no matter how much you work to keep it at bay. What did she feel while being slashed open? Did she die from damage to the trachea or the carotid arteries? The latter seems to be more likely, the blood vessels the run up each side of the neck will bleed profusely if severed and she did bleed a lot, probably ended up chocking on her own blood, right as the blood flow to the brain was compromised. Still, you hope her heart didn’t stop too quickly.

Most people believe that cutting a human’s throat is the same as slahing open an animal’s. But you’re not supposed to place the knife at right angle only to press and draw it across the skin: the best way is actually to find the soft spot below the junction of the jaw and the neck, position the point of the knife right there and thrust it in, gently guiding the blade along the bundle of neck cords until you reach the same soft spot on the opposite side. The correct location is not hard to find: tracing a finger back from the lower jawbone to the place where the bone turns upwards and then lowering it slightly is just enough.

You wonder if forensic pathologists have been allowed to take a look at the body, if the autopsy reported that a right handed person has firmly restrained the victim from behind despite no weapon having been recovered from the crime scene.

What a loss, ever the tragedy, a young and pretty life being severed so early on. She was lovely, especially with that little cherry lipstick she’d always carry around, the one that complimented her fair skin perfectly. You didn’t want her to bid farewell to this world with an ugly face, not when red looked so good on her. Burgundy was just her color.

Eren is showering when his phone, left on your nightstand, lights up.

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) hey!

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) working on that paper today was really fun :) wanna meet up again tomorrow?

(Aiko, 10:08 pm) this time I promise coffee is on me

Good grief.

There’s never really an end to the ladies you have to deal with, is there?

[pomefioredove]

new fav twst fic author just dropped lmao I love you sm 😂 💕

btw can I ask for an angsty fic abt reader being scared of falling in love w someone? yk like instead of butterflies in their stomach, it feels bad, demeaning and gross? like, in the end they don't realize they're in love bc of how afraid it makes the reader, but ends up sucking it up bc of a valuable friendship? yk, like love it-hate it?

but pick whichever character u want, feel like this would work out w a few of them 👀

thank you!! and OHHH I love this genre of angst... I'm very like this as a person. my immediate reaction was vil but I've done a similar prompt with him in the past so I'm branching out

summary: all is fair in love and war type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: ambiguously romantic, angsty, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu but kinda is?

Love and hate are emotions too close for comfort.

It's times likes these that remind you of why Aphrodite and Ares were always tangled in affair, why the hands of love and war fit so nicely together.

Red is the color of both romance and blood.

The heart doesn't distinguish between the heat of passion and the heat of battle, and there's really nothing quite pleasant about that feeling: it's sticky, uncomfortable, warm and wet, making a home in every divot of your skin. It dries on you like blood.

Sometimes, you wonder if being stabbed would be easier.

After all, physical pain, perhaps, is preferable to the dizzying sensation of a beating heart, so noticeable that you can almost taste it from the back of your throat.

...This unwelcome, intrusive feeling, a thief in the night, a sudden loud noise, something that no amount of deep breathing and waiting can seem to quell.

It's not so much longing as it is torture.

You resent yourself for feeling this way. For the way your stomach turns, as if sick, every time you see him.

For the way you can't seem to stop thinking about it, about him, about every little thing he does, about every little question he leaves you with. It's a form of obsession, though one you struggle to resist.

Some days you fantasize about interrogating him until he explains all that he is, so that you might understand why it's him, of all people, him.

But that would never work.

Lilia Vanrouge enjoys keeping the fine print to himself, always leaving you guessing, always leaving you hungry for more. He does it on purpose, he knows, but he enjoys playing this game of cat and mouse far too much to ever finish the kill.

...At first, you did see it as a sort of game. Now, it feels more like a trap, and one that you so eagerly and stupidly walked into.

And yet, still, you can't find it within yourself to resent him. You can't find a way to accuse him of sorcery, of bewitching you, because you know, deep down, that this is your own doing.

You were the one who set the trap. Who started the war.

It was you, you, who blindly ran into battle, armed with nothing but your wits and the pit in your stomach. You were destined to lose from the beginning.

This... feeling. The one that makes your stomach turn, that makes you dizzy, that poisons your mind and senses and turns you stupid and hungry and obsessive, it's your own doing.

And you could just as likely kill it off, swing your blade of reason down on its sickly, thin neck and just be over with it.

But you won't.

And that's the other half of the battle.

For as much as it haunts you, as it tortures you, as it makes you toss and turn at night fantasizing about answers and wars and traps, you want to lose. You want to play this game with him.

Now, it's simply a question of who will strike the final blow.

[killsaki]

final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

/// /// ///

maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

/// /// ///

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

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[sage-green-matcha]

WORLD IN COLOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🌸

In a world where in order to see color you must meet your soulmate!

Content includes: fluff! Mentions of sickness? light smut at the end! y/e/c = your eye color!

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"It's such a pretty color! Cute isn't it?" You shook your head as Tara held up her new top, Chad watching her with excitement. "You know I can't see it, Tara" You smiled with a small scoff. "Oh, right...sorry" you brushed it off, holding back a frown.

Out of all of your friends, you were the only one who still couldn't see color. It had been something you wanted since you were a little kid. The idea around it fascinated you.Your whole life was in black and white. Only till you found your "soulmate" you could finally see color.

You were happy for all your friends, but you couldn't help but get jealous when they talked about the sunset or anything else in color. "Hey! By the way, I got my boy Ethan to come over" Chad mentioned excitedly, setting up what he called the "mini-bar"

You weren't sure if you were just crazy but you felt sick all of a sudden. You didn't wanna say anything in case you were, but your stomach felt weird. The pain increased with every second, now you were sure you were going insane. Or maybe you just had a stomach bug. "I feel sick" you had had plenty of stomach aches before but none of them included the symptom of blurry vision.

Chad and Tara looked at each other with confusion. That's exactly how they felt when they were minutes away from meeting each other. "Ethan is your soulmate!" Tara got up excitedly, helping you settle down on the couch. "Huh?" You couldn't think straight, feeling yourself fall numb against the couch.

"I think I'm gonna vomit" you grumbled, head in your hands as you heard the door open. "Hey...guys" You couldn't look up but Ethan was limping as he walked in, Chad quickly grabbing him before plopping him down next to you. "Hey, Etha..." You had never met him before, but you already felt a strange connection with him.

"Guys, look into each other's eyes" Tara forced your head to the side, watching with anticipation. You felt much better already, eyes squinted as you looked at Ethan. The both of you wanted to compliment each other, but with what was going on, you couldn't speak.

It was like everything around you was slowly sucking back in its color, a tingling sensation running down your back. "What the fuck?" Your whisper was barely heard, Tara and Chad holding back a laugh with how silly the both of you looked. "Your eyes, pretty y/e/c" Ethan took a look at your face, your eyes wandering. "What does that look like?" "She doesn't know the colors, dude"

Ethan had made a special code with charts to figure out what color was which, but on the other hand you had no idea what was what. Your body ran with emotions, now all 5 of your senses tingling uncontrollably. You were insanely conscious, watching as everything around you finished brightening up.

The light from the room no longer hurt your eyes, feeling yourself adjusting to your new but usual surroundings. "We'll leave you two at it!" Tara pulled Chad into her bedroom, leaving the two of you alone with your new eyesight. "How do I know which  color is which...?" Your words were mumbled, Ethan zoned out as he stared at all the colors on your face. "Ethan..." You waved your hand in front of his face, asking your question again.

"Oh well, I've always kinda known I guess? I just looked up the colors on the internet and made a chart, like that couch" he looked over, making you turn your head. "It's blue, and that painting over there is pink" "My mom's favorite color is blue" you smiled to yourself, remembering the darkish hue the color had when it was all black and white.

"What's yours?" You scanned around the room, trying to find the color that appealed to you the most. "Pink..." Your eyes stayed on his lips, the pretty color of them hypnotized you. "And yours?" "Y/e/c" You recognized the pink color that was appearing on his cheeks, blush is what it was called. "You're blushing, it's pink" you smiled, holding back a laugh. "Yea, it is pink"

You brought your thumb up to his face, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. He watched with anticipation, making eye contact as he pulled you closer. Ethan was the shy dorky guy no one paid attention to, he wouldn't have dared to look anybody in the eyes, let alone someone as beautiful as you.

When you closed your eyes it was dark, but you felt a burst of color explode throughout your body when your lips met. They fit together so perfectly, it felt electrifying. The feeling of his large hands on your waist had you going insane, butterflies going wild in your stomach. The sound of light breaths and skin made you shiver. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, the taste of sugar on his lips making you reach even deeper into him.

All your senses were going off, putting all of them to use. He worked hard to get a noise out of you, finally letting one slip when his nails dug into your hips. "I never thought you'd be a masochist" "am not" you mumbled, squirming and holding back another moan while his nails dug deeper into your skin, his lips invading your neck. "Your eyes say otherwise"

[melaninpozp]

best ever, right?(gojo satoru)

pairing: Gojo Satoru w/ Brat!fem!reader

warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, dirty talk, gojo being mean(eh), degrading/degradation, spanking, jaw grabbing, choking, lip biting, gojo being rude at first, french kissing, reader being a brat, pet names(whore, slut, bitch, etc), size kink, blowjob, spanking, mating press, overstimulation, finger sucking, cum eating, eating pussy, small argument, fingering, and praising.

WORD COUNT: 4.7K -- I KINDA SNAPPED AND GOT CARRIED AWAY.

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SN: Reader’s skin, hair color and texture IS NOT mentioned.

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“Sweetie! Your babysitter will be here In a few minutes! Make sure you’re dressed and look decent!” You hear your mom yell up the stairs to you, having her purse in her hand and fixing her hair in the closet mirror to the steps. You didn’t get why you were still being babysat at 21 years old. You were pretty much an adult at this point. It wasn’t like you were going to throw a party while they were gone, or sneak out, or do anything out of the ordinary.

“Okay mom!” You yell back downstairs, getting dressed into a cute outfit, fixing your hair afterwards and making sure you looked good.

“Come here, hun!”Your dad yells up to you while he’s grabbing his suitcase.

“Ok!” you say.

You get up from your bed and walk out into the hallway, you walk down the streets and are greeted by your parents once again.

“There’s my babygirl!” Your dad smiles and walks over to you, kissing your forehead and giving you a side hug.

“Dad!”You exclaim, laughing and hugging him back, rolling your eyes.

“Oh hush, you love getting hugs and kisses from us! You always will!”Your dad says and laughs, walking away from you and standing in front of the mirror wall, checking if he looks good.” Plus, we won’t be back until tomorrow night so you’ll be just fine, sweets.”He finishes, smiling and fixing his collar.

Your mom smiles at you both and walks over to you.

“You look beautiful, sweetie..”Your mom says and pinches your cheeks.

“Thank you mom.” you say.

“You look so pretty, mom. Where are you guys even headed to? “You say and raise an eyebrow, walking into the kitchen and looking in the cupboards, making yourself some lemonade.

“Aw thank you, hun.”Your mom smiles.” and we’re going to your Uncle’s gathering at this 5-star hotel and we’ll be back tomorrow night, like I said earlier.”Your mom winks at him and smiles.

“We were going to make you go with us, but we decided you needed a break from college and wanted to rest.”Your dad says.

“Aw thanks dad. I really did need this break though. College is a lot of work but it’s worth it.”You say and smile, spinning the spoon around in the lemonade you just made.

“That’s the spirit, hun!” Your mom says and grabs her bags.” Okay, we’re going to head out hun! It’s almost 6 now!”She says and kisses your cheek before walking toward the door.

“Your babysitter should be here around 6:30, hun.” Your dad says, making you roll your eyes at the thought of being watched while they were away.

You sigh,” Ok!”You nod and hug them both, watching them walk out the door and get into the car, packaging their suitcases and bags in the backseat.

You wave bye through the window and watch them take off into the beautiful day.

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It had been a few minutes that have passed, it was now 6:21 in the afternoon. You were currently plastered and laid out on the downstairs couch watching some tv. You decided to order some pizza for you and your babysitter, you thought it would be something nice. But in general, you were just hungry so ordered 3 boxes.

“Where could this guy be at?”You question yourself and stand up to look out the kitchen window. You see no one yet.

6:30

There it was, it finally hit 6:30. You swore to yourself that you weren’t going to give this babysitter any shit, but you were very close to.

You sigh to yourself and walk back over to the couch, sitting down and deciding to scroll on your phone and take some photos, posting them to your story.

You posted your story at 6:36 PM and it already got a few reads and likes.

While waiting patiently, you decided to walk to the kitchen and get you a few slices of pizza. You hum to yourself at how delicious and hot the pizza was.

You hear your phone ring.

6:48

As you walked to your phone, you noticed it was one of your closest friends, Ania. You smile and decide to pick it up.

“Hello?”You question into the phone, putting it up to your ear, between your shoulder and ear.

“Hey sexy mama! You look good as hell in your new post!”You hear Ania say over the line.

“Oh stop! You’re so gorgeous. You need to post more.” You say and smile.

“Thanks girl, I try!”Ania says.” So what you been up to? How are your parents?”She asks happily.

“No problem! And my parents are doing pretty good! They actually left a while ago to go to my uncles gathering, but they’ll be back tomorrow.”You say.

“Oh nice! I Hope they have fun, they deserve it!”Ania says.

“Yea me too! But they sent a babysitter to watch me..”You drag off and sigh.

“What?!”Ania says into the phone surprised.” Why do you need a babysitter, girl? If that was the case, I could’ve just came over and we could’ve have a sleepover!”She explains.

“That would’ve been so fun! But they just think someone needs to watch over me while they’re gone.”You say.

“Hm. That’s understandable. But you’re 21!”She says.” But anyways, is your babysitter hot?”She says and laughs.

7:15

“I have no idea, he’s not even here yet, I have no clue what they’re into or what their interests are. All my parents said was that he has white hair and is very tall.”You say and shrug.” I mean..he sounds kinda hot.”You finish.

“White hair?! And tall?! Girl that’s the jackpot. He’s probably a model.”Ania says.

While chatting on your phone, you hear a loud knock on the front door. It startled you at first but you shrugged it off, knowing that its most likely the babysitter.

“Oh shit, I think he’s here! Imma call you back, girl.”You say and arrive at your door, looking out the peep hole and seeing a man with white hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes.

“Okay! Let me know how it goes.”Ania says and smirks, hanging the phone up.

You set your phone down on the table next to the door and open it, looking up at the person who knocked on your door at 7:24 PM. Geez he was late.

“Hi, are you Go—“You begin to start talking until you notice how handsome he really is. He had silver white hair, a sharp jawline, deep blue eyes that looked like oceans upon oceans, and a dashing beautiful smile. He was wearing a simple black shirt with a black jacket, and some black baggy jeans. He was quite sexy to say the least and here he was standing in front of you, wanting to be let inside.

“Yes, I’m Gojo.”The man speaks with a sly smirk.” You gonna let me in or not?” He says.

“Oh! y—yes sorry!”You blink twice and nod your head, stepping aside and letting the man in, closing and locking it behind him.

He looks at you for a few seconds and then walks into your living room while speaking.” Why you stuttering so much, hm? You nervous?”He smirks and plops down on your couch, lifting his feet up.

“Excuse me?!”You say and walk over to him in front of the couch.” You’re the one that arrived almost an hour late.”You fold your arms.

“Yea, and?”He says and raises an eyebrows.” You got an issue with that, girl?”He says.

You couldn’t believe your ears. How could this man be talking to you like this. He’s the one in the wrong, he’s the one who arrived late.

You squint your eyes at him and sit down in the smaller couch next to him.

“What’s your issue? Why are you being so rude? I was being nice to you.”You say and look at him.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He begins.” I’ve just had a really long day today. Some dude was pestering me about grass cutting and I had to run some errands.” He says and sits up on the couch, looking you into the eyes.

You nod your head, contemplating if you want to believe him or not, but you do.

“Okay.”You nod your head and sit back.

“You forgive me, hm?”He says and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Of course, yes!”You nod.” I just didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot.”You laugh nervously.

“Mhm..”He mumbles to himself. On purposely trying to make things difficult.

“What’s your name?”He asks you.

“Y/N!”You say and give him a small smile.

“Y/N?”He repeats.” That’s a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl.”He says and winks at you.

"Thanks" you say blandly.

You two sit in silence before you speak up again.

"So, what are some of your interests?" You ask, looking the blue eyed man in his face.

"Why do you want to know?" He asks and smirks." I'm just joking, I like watching movies and tv." He says.

You nod your head and watch him fold his arms, looking irritated at how your speaking and wanting the conversation to be done with.

"Oh nice!" You say." What movies have you seen?" The silence in the room is loud.

Gojo lets out a loud and annoyed groan, looking over at you and his eyes are low this time.

You don't know what you did wrong, but for some reason he was lashing out on you.

"Geez, girl. Do you ever shut your mouth?" Gojo says with a hard glare." Your hurting my fuckin' ears." He says and looks back in front of him. Being a large portrait of you and your family.

You frown and shake your head at him." Excuse me?! Your in my fucking house and wanna talk to me like that?" You say, standing your ground. "You better watch you talking to." You finish.

Your heart felt like it had dropped down in your stomach. The way Gojo got up and walked over to you, hovering over your smaller figure and grabbing you by the arm.

"I know this is your fucking house, but how dare you raise your voice at me like that?" He says and grabs your jaw. "Do you know who I am?" He says.

"No, and I don't give a fuck. You will not speak to me like this. Your supposed to be watching me. You could've just sat there and kept your fucking mouth shut for all I care." You say, looking the man into his beautiful, blue eyes. You tried to not be attracted to this man but he was so.. so sexy to you. He's an asshole, but you just couldn't help how hot he looked..and how hot he sounded raising his voice at you.

He scoffs and takes a step back, looking you up and down.

"You're right.." He says and sits back down in the couch." I'm sorry, again. I just.." He shakes his head and leans back in the the soft cushion." Something came over me.." He finishes.

"Yea, I see that.."You say and walk over to him, sitting down and looking at him.

"Like I said, earlier. I just had a really long day and just wanted to babysit for a few hours here, then go home." He says." I didn't mean to be a dick to you, I'm sorry..."The blue eyes man finishes.

You look at him.

"It's fine, do you want anything to drink?" You ask.

"Yes, please." He says and nods his head.

You nod and stand up, walking over to kitchen and making him a quick drink.

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It had been a few hours that had passed and you and Gojo are chatting it up, laughing and gossiping over things that you both loved.

"You know, call I tell you something?" Gojo questions, looking at you. You were both sitting on a couch facing each other.

"Yea, anything." You question, smiling.

"You're quite pretty.."He says and keeps eye contact with you.

You look a little shocked at first, but end up responding.

"Aw, thank you!" You smile." You're not too bad yourself." You finish.

"Of course." He says and takes a sip of his drink before setting it back down." You're very sexy, too." He smirks.

You raise both of your eyebrows in shock, laughing and thinking of ways to answer to his other compliment. "Oh, really?" You say.

"Yea, I wouldn't lie to you." He says and smirks.

"You're very sexy too." You giggle and nod your head.

He laughs to himself and smirks.

"It's a little cold in here, can you turn the heat on a little?" He asks.

"Mhm!" You nod and get up, walking over to the thermostat on the wall, turning up the dial a little bit. "That good?" You ask.

"Yes, atta girl." He smirks and leans back again.

Your a little taken aback at the pet name, but you smirk and walk back to where he is.

"I like that name.." You say.

"Oh yea?" He crosses his legs over one another and his eyes travel to your breasts, then looking back into your eyes. "Good." he finishes.

"I'm gonna rest my eyes, if that's fine." gojo says and bites his lip, raising an eyebrow at you." is that ok?" he says.

"Aww, I wanna play a game though!" You say in a whiny voice. You had a few ideas in your head, you wanted to act like a brat. You wanted to rile him up a bit. You wanted to get under his skin, seduce him and make him want you. You were gonna be a bad girl and make him punish you.

"Yea, but I'm a little tired.." he drags off and begins to close his eyes anyways." We can do it later, right doll?" he finishes off.

"No, I wanna play a gameee.."You begin to whine, making him open one eye and raise an eyebrow at how bratty you're acting." Your my babysitter right? I want to have fun and play a game, not be bored and nap." you say.

"Yea, we can do all that when I get up, I promise, doll." he rests a hand on your thigh and shuts his eyes back closed.

"Fine.." you roll your eyes and get up from the couch, walking off and going upstairs. You were going to show him alright. You had a lot planned for this night and to see how priceless his reaction was going to be.

While walking into your room, you spot your tiny club dress you always went out in. You think twice about wearing it but you walk over to your closet, opening it up and spotting a lingerie set you recently bought from Fashion Nova. It was a white two-piece set, it was lace and really fit your figure well. You began to take your clothes off until you were completely naked, you grabbed the lingerie set and began sliding it on your body. You also decided to slide some lace stockings on that matched the set.

You smirked to yourself and sat at your small vanity makeup area in your room, applying some beautiful lipstick and making sure you looked sexy and seductive enough. You slid on a robe to make it a surprise. You got up from your chair and began walking out your room, looking down the banister and making sure he was still resting.

You bite your lip and begin walking down the steps seductively, the dim lights in the living room giving it a sensual vibe.

While walking to couch, you began to slowly unwrap your robe straps but not revealing your lingerie. You sat down next to Gojo and grabbed the remote, turning the volume down. You smirked to yourself before speaking,

"Wake up.." you say softly. You stare at him as he begins to move around. He opens his eyes and looks at you and does a double take, he lets out a low groan, which sounds very sexy.

"What--" he turns away and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to eyes and rubbing them, covering his hand over his eye slightly." What the hell are you wearing?" he says protectively.

"I dressed up for you.." You say and slowly slide your robe off your shoulders, revealing the top of your lingerie. "Don't I look pretty for you, baby?" You smirk and know the nickname most likely has an effect on him.

"Don't call me that.." he drags out and takes his hand away from his eyes, facing forward but not looking at you." I'm your fucking babysitter.." he shakes his head.

"And?" You giggle and bite your lip, resting your hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear." You know you want me, baby.." you drag out.

"No!" He says and stands up, looking down at you." Why are you acting like a brat? I'm not putting up with this, y/n. Now, go put some fuckin' clothes on." He says and sits back down.

You roll your eyes and scoot a little closer to him, sliding your robe completely off and throwing it to the side." Come on, baby. Relax.." you bite your lip again and get on your knees in the couch, grabbing his jaw and making him look at you. Gosh, he's so hot.'

"W--we can't.." he clenches his jaw and looks into your eyes." I'm your fuckin' babysitter, I can't do that.." he says and his eyes begin traveling to your boobs, biting the insides of his lips.

"So?" You say." When I want something.." you smirk and begin sitting on his lap, both legs on each side of him, looking into his eyes." I'm gonna get it." You finish.

"You fucking.." he begins, grunting when you begin kissing his neck." brat.."he finishes and tosses his head back. He shakes his head rests his big hands on your hips, slowly grinding you against his hard bulge seeking through his pants.

"Just like that, baby--"he groans." keep goin' for me" he clenches his jaw again and grabs you by the chin, kissing you slowly and adding some tongue. He moves one hand to your ass and gives it a firm slap. Making you yelp.

"You're so hard.." you moan out, grinding against him more and more." bet your cock is so fucking big.." you tease.

"You little slut, makin' me give in to you like that." he says and keeps your hips moving against his bulge.

"You're so hot when you give in .." You smirk and keep your hips moving against him.

He licks his lips sexily and gets up from under you, making you whine a bit and he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

"Bend." is all he says.

"Mhm.." you nod your head and bend over his lap, sticking your ass up.

He bites hip lip and drags one hand up your ass, feeling you shiver against his touch.

"Wearing this slutty little lingerie for me.." he shakes his head to himself and slaps your ass once which makes you gasp and jerk forward, it was pretty hard, but you loved every second of it.

"Mhm.. anything for you.." you whine and bite your lip, resting your head down and anticipating for what's to come.

"Yea?--Anything for you me, hm?" he questions and slaps your ass again which makes you whimper. "don't play with me, your ass planned this all out didn't you, yea?" he spanks you again. "don't lie to me either." you bite your lip.

"Yes!" you moan out." I-I had this all planned out and wanted to look pretty for you.." you whimper.

"Aww.." he teases and squeezes your once, giving it a harder slap this time." Wanted to look pretty for daddy--hm?" he smirks to himself.

You nod.

Another spank lands on your ass, making you jerk forward again.

"Words, slut.." gojo says demandingly.

"Y--yes, daddy!" you cry out and bite you lip.

"That's a good girl, now get up and unbuckle my jeans.." he says before slapping your ass again." bad girls deserve to get spanked, ain't that right?" he smirks.

"Yes, daddy.." you nod. "bad girls deserved to get spanked.." you whine.

"that's a good girl.." gojo smirks and watches you sit up, unbuckling his jeans and throwing his belt to the side.

"now take my cock out.."gojo says and watches your every move, even looking into your eyes as he always does.

you look and him before slowly taking his cock out his jeans, shoving his slacks down to his knees and watching him kick them off.

"don't be getting all shy on me know, baby." he licks his lips and raises an eyebrow, releasing your not looking at his eyes anymore.

"I-i'm not, sir. I just uhm--" you stumble over your words at how big his cock looks. it almost overwhelms you.

"You ever seen a dick this big, my baby?" gojo questions and slaps your ass again, making you gasp and shake your head side to side.

"N-no sir! you look so..big" you say and lean down, still on the couch with your knees denting it in, being face to face with his cock.

"Aw. How cute." he says and rests one of his big hands on your lower back, watching you.

"I wanna make you feel so good.." you say, leaning forward licking up the base of his cock, your hand beginning to play with his balls which makes his groan.

"fuck.." he groans and begins running his long fingers against the lace part of your panties, sliding them to the side. "Atta girl--just like that." he says.

You lick up the base of his cock again before taking his tip into your mouth, sucking his cock up and down while playing with balls still.

You begin to moan on his cock while feeling his fingers brush up and down against your clit, feeling how warm fingers are against you.

"T-that's a good little slut..."he says and begins shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and down your throat. Smirking at how good you sound choking on him. "Little whore, you wanted this, yea? Seduce me and make me give in to your slutty little fantasies?" gojo says and begins rubbing at your clit faster.

"M-mhm!" You moan on his cock, taking him into your mouth deeper, getting all sloppy on his cock and now using your other hand to jerk off what you can't fit in your mouth.

"Yea--take that shit down your throat.." gojo clenches his jaw and bucks up his hips a bit.

While continuously sucking his cock, you arch your ass up a little more for him.

He chuckles to himself and keeps playing at your clit.

"Get up, doll.." he glares and watches you pull away from him, spit connecting from his cock to your lips.

Gojo smirks and shoves you back down on the couch, opening your legs and looking down at you, jerking his cock off.

"Gosh, you're perfect, pretty girl." he says and rubs the tip of his dick against you.

"All for you, daddy.." you whine and open your legs wide open, using both your hands to keep them open so he can hit your spot real good.

"You want this right, cutie?" he smirks.

"Yes, p-please! I'll be such a good little slut for you baby.." you bite your lip and toss your head back, feeling tip up against your clit, making you shiver.

"Good girl--" he slowly rubs the tip against your pussy before sliding inside of you slowly and looking at your face change." all f' me.." he bites his lip.

"O-oh!" you gasp out and look up at him." you're so big inside of me!" you whine and begin tightening around his cock.

"I know baby-- I know.." gojo says and begins sliding all the way inside of you and pulls out, only to slide back in. " feel good on my cock, baby.." he smirks again.

You nod and drop your mouth into an O shape, beginning to moan uncontrollably as he begins to plow into you at a fast pace.

"Oh my goodness!" You moan out." S-so good.." you struggle to get out.

"Like that, pretty?" he looks down at you, his hips moving faster into you, his cock feeling so deep inside of you." What would your parents think of you fucking your babysitter, hm? " he stares down at you, looking so fucked out." They'd be so disappointed in you, slut. Your babysitter fucking you like the little whore you are." gojo smirks and hears how wet you sound. " bet you like that shit, huh?" he finishes.

"Y--yes, daddy!!" you almost yell out, the loud wet noises being heard throughout the house. Making you loose your mind. Feeling like you're going to cum soon.

"That's right baby, you gonna come for me?" gojo asks and continues fucking into you, pinning your legs back further and hitting your spot at a better angle. " gonna come all over this big cock, yea?" he continues staring down at you.

"Mhm, all for you, daddy!" you bite your lip and nod your head, your eyes almost rolling back. "yeeesss.." you drag out, feeling like your gonna come any second.

He slides out and it makes you whine. You bite your lip and he keeps your legs spread while he kneels on his knees, leaning in and beginning to suck at your clit. You feel like your on cloud 9 and you feel like your gonna scream.

"Mhm, come on this tongue.." he says and sucks at your clit, sliding his fingers inside of you and beginning to hit your spot with his long digits. Gojo shakes his head side to side, he begins to jerk his own cock off and he groans against your pussy while building up his stimulation.

"Yeeesss, daddy.. give it to me." you moan out loud, tossing your head back and gripping onto the sheets with both your hands, your legs shaking and beginning to come of his fingers, gojo still sucking at your clit.

"mhm.. that's a good slut" he says and keeps prodding his fingers inside of you even when you come.

"D-daddy, please!" you whimper and shake your head, feeling overstimulated. Your legs still shaking.

Gojo smirks and slides his fingers out of you, smirking at the juices on his fingers." wow, you really like that huh, princess?" he smirks.

"Yes!" you say. "I want you to come on my face, daddy.." you whimper and scoot toward the end of the bed, getting on your knees.

"Oh, yea?" he smirks and jerks his cock off faster, aiming himself above your face.

You stick your tongue and gasp when you feel his warm cum land on your cheeks, making you whimper.

He groans and keeps pumping his cock, making sure he's finished after a few seconds." You look so sexy, baby." he says.

"Mmm.." you giggle and look up at him. Gojo uses his forefinger and middle finger to wipe up the cum off your cheeks, shoving them into your mouth and watching you suck on them.

"Atta girl.." he watches you.

"So good, baby.." you say smirk and pull of his fingers with a pop noise, swallowing it all.

"That was so good, yea?" gojo says and sits down on the bed, letting out a groan from how good you looked and how sexy you sounded.

"The absolute best!" you say.

"We need to clean up before your parents get home tomorrow.." gojo says and sits back up, looking at you as you sit net to him on the couch.

"You're right." you smile and get up, sliding your clothes back on. Gojo doing the same.

--

It was around 12:23 PM at noon, it was a new beautiful day and you felt great for some reason. Gojo left last night and gave you his number and decided to start coming over more often. Your parents had gotten back a few minutes ago. You had been downstairs on a small comfort couch watching a movie you loved.

"Hey, sweetie!" Your mom says happily, setting her bags down and rushing over to you, giving you a soft hug and kissing your forehead." You missed us at all?" she questions.

"Of course!" you say and smile widely.

"How'd the babysitter work out? Was he nice?" Your dad questions while closing the door behind him and setting a bag of food on the kitchen counter.

"Yes, he was the absolute best!" you say and smile.

--

<3

I HOPE YOU LOVED/LIKED THIS CHAPTER BABES<3 see you on the other fic<3

[spicyspiders]

Hello! How are you?

Is it okay to request an Eldritch!König x male reader? I have been kinda feral about that- like imagine... Under that hood is full of tentacles😳

I always imagine him railing the readers ass while licking him with all his tentacles lovingly as he pound his ass so hard that reader might not even walk for a week(and i kind of imagine Eldritch!König have a slit and when he get aroused 2 dick tentacles come out:)) if you ever feel uncomfortable with feel free to delete this! Alright bye!!

I didn't put the slit thing, but I hope you still like it.

“We can’t stay here for long,” you panted out, leaning against the wall of the cave you had run into. Your legs burned and your shoulder ached from where König had shoulder checked you to get you out of the way of a flying stray bullet. You were filled with worry though, if your body was aching, you couldn’t imagine how König must feel. 

“Stay back,” König said in a low voice when you tried to approach. 

You followed his command, worry keeping your feet in place. “I need to check you for injuries,” you tried in a calm voice. 

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, “it only tore my cloth, not skin,” he finished, trying to reassure you. 

“König, it doesn’t matter,” you said in a stern voice, “I need to check for injuries,” you repeated. When you tried to step closer, you instead froze in place out of fear after a few steps. 

“Stay back!” He yelled. His gun fell to the ground with a loud clang but he stayed facing the wall.

You stayed in place but opened your mouth to whisper his name. When his name left your lips, you could see his hands clench at his sides. You watched his back as his chest rose and fell as he sucked in deep breaths, it felt like an eternity before he spoke again. 

“I don’t want you to see it,” he said quietly before letting out a sad, low laugh, “but I know you just did.”

When he pushed you out of the way, you thought it was a trick of the light, or from too much heat to your head. Where his hood had been torn something… emerged. You didn’t get a good look at it, but from what you did see, it was long and black. Whatever it was, it made the man that shot at you let out a scream when König turned to face him. 

You kept running to where you were now. You stumbled when you heard a scream ring out behind you, but you kept running until you made it to the cave. Again, the noise came from the man that shot at you, but this one was filled with terror. A scream that you sure was going to stick in your head for some time. 

“They are a fail-safe. I am always able to control them, but lately,” he paused, “I have had difficulty.” He spoke calmly, but his body was still tense. You wanted to reach out to comfort him, but you stayed in place. 

“Why?” You asked, placing your gun on the ground softer than König had.

“Because of you,” he finally turns to face you and you are finally able to see it.

You swallow down your fear to question him, “if this is because of me, is there any way I can help you?”

König steps slowly up to the man, backing him up until he comes in contact with the opposite wall, “you should be afraid of me,” he says softly.

König has been a mystery, there are not a lot of things you know about him. One of those many things is the color of his eyes. Even up close, they were too dark to see, but they were reflective. Not like how eyes can be in photographs, but like an animal’s eyes. 

You lift a shaking hand towards his face, freezing when one of the tentacles brushes your finger. “Why should I be afraid of you?” You ask. “Are you going to hurt me?” You question, not taking your eyes off of it. 

His hands clench at his sides again, “never!” He said fiercely. He speaks again once his hands unclench, “they want you,” he responds, an edge of something akin to fear in his voice. 

You keep your hand in place as the tentacles wrap slowly around your hand, all the way down until it reaches your wrist. “they’re you, aren’t they?” You look up into his eyes. 

“Yes, but-“

You cut him off, “then I have no reason to be afraid.”

This seems to make them happy as they pulse around your hand. You see something shift underneath the other side of his mask and then more tentacles are coming out. 

When they slither out of the other side, the ones around your hand loosen and your hand falls. What’s left behind is a colorless wet residue that cools in the temperature of the cool cave. 

König, now breathing harder, wraps his hands around your waist. The tentacles start at your face, running across your cheeks before moving down your jaw and neck. This must feel good to König because he lets out a breathy moan when a few of the tentacles sneak down the collar of your shirt.

They’re warm and wet, like slowly sinking into a warm bath as they feel your skin. 

Something like a kiss is placed on your lips by one of the tentacles when it runs softly across them. When you part them, it presses inside, past your teeth, and meets your tongue. 

König lets out another moan, this one louder this time that bounces off the walls of the cave. 

It’s heavy on your tongue, leaving the same residue on your tongue. When you swallow it down to get a feel for the taste, it pulses on your tongue. You lick your lips when it pulls out of your mouth, drinking in the sight of the man in front of you. 

He’s shaken up, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he gasps. The tentacles not of your skin pulse to the timing of his gasps, slithering slowly in the air. You look past them, down his body, reaching his groin, where a prominent bulge presses against the front. 

As your eyes moved down his body, the tentacles on your skin moved down your body as well. When they slipped down your chest and brushed your nipples, you let out a groan. At the noise, two of them stay there to rub around your nipples. When they eventually become two hard points under their care, your head tips back into the wall. 

With his hands still on your hips, he draws them forward, bringing your groins together. It’s a luscious friction that makes your cock fatten up in your pants. You were already growing hard when the tentacles were rubbing on your sensitive nipples, but König bringing your hips together made the job happen much faster. 

When you fully hard, your cock pressing painfully into the seam of your pants, the tentacles all leave your skin all at once. 

“Shh,” König coos, turning you around by your hips. 

You press your cheek into the cool stone of the cave. You fumble with your pants, opening them with shaky fingers, and from the sounds of it behind you, König is doing the same. 

They drop to the floor of the cave to pool around your ankles when you push them down. One of König’s hands leaves your hips to push his own down. 

All at once, just like how they left, they are back. Your whole body shivers before tensing up. One of König’s hands presses to your mouth, covering the noises you let out when they press to your skin.

He shushes you again before speaking into your ear, “just let them take care of you,” he says. 

You nod and drop your head back onto his broad shoulder. While his hands stay on your hip and cover your mouth, the tentacles slither down your back, this time wetter than before. You gasp and another shiver overtakes you as a few of them go down the crack of your ass. 

You’re not sure what to do with your hands, especially when one of the tentacles circles your hole. You move one of them up to the one König has on your mouth to wrap around his wrist. The other press to the cave’s wall. 

The tentacle is wet and warm as it circles your hole slowly. As it rubs around the furl on your hole, the other tentacles let it be and wrap around other parts of your skin. You moan into König’s hand when the singular tentacle finally pushes inside. 

It isn’t painful like a cock can be, but you still have to adjust to the new feeling. It’s wet and warm, coating your insides as it goes deeper. 

“You’re doing so good,” König says. He presses his forehead into your sweaty neck as the other tentacles wrap themselves around your body. One at your neck, another at your upper chest, and the rest you can’t keep up with when one of them wraps around your cock. 

It wraps itself snuggly around the bases, staving off an unwanted orgasm. You let out a whine into ​​König hand as the tentacle continues up, tracing the vein on the bottom. When it reaches the head, the tip of it rubs against’s the slit of your cock. You almost think it’s going to go inside, but it stays on the outside, smearing around the wetness leaking out. 

König lets out a groan, “delicious,” he whispers as the tip of the tentacle continues to rub at the slit of your cock. 

The tentacle around your cock tightens at the base when the tentacle inside you moves again. It goes deeper, brushing wetly against your prostate. It starts a slick pace once your prostate is found, pulsing wetly to slick its way back and forth.   

You don’t know how long it goes on, but it almost feels like a kind of sweet torture. The pleasure builds inside you that is never able to peak from the tight ring of the tentacle around the base of your cock. You’re shaking by the time the tentacle pulls out, leaving your ass a slick mess. 

However, the second it's out, König is pressing the head of his cock to your hole. 

Like you had to adjust to the feel of the tentacle inside you, his cock is no different. It feels like a thick burning line pressing slowly inside, one that you can’t help but press your ass back into.

König goes until he bottoms out, his balls meeting the skin of your ass. His hand around your mouth leaves. When it pulls away, both of his hands are pressing on top of yours to link your fingers together. 

You try to keep quiet when König sets up a steady pace, but it’s no use. Honestly, if anyone were to find the site of you two, they’d likely run away in fear of seeing the man fucking you. 

As he continues fucking you, the tentacles on your skin slicken up your skin, pulsing every time König thrusts in. And when the pace becomes a brutal slap of skin on skin, the tentacle around your cock loosens. 

It only takes a few more thrusts for your orgasm to shoot through you. The tentacles move to wrap around your upper body as your legs buckle and threaten to give out. 

König continues to fuck you. Fucking you through your orgasm as you shoot ropes of coming onto the cave wall. His thrusts begin to falter when your whimpers of overstimulation begin. His hips stutter to a halt when his orgasm overtakes him. As he comes deep inside you, the tentacles on your body twitch as if they’re going through an orgasm of their own. 

Still trying to get your breathing under control, the tentacles slowly retract from your body, leaving behind a wet, warm slick. 

König wraps his arms around your waist and you both fall forward into the wall of the cave out of exhaustion. He lets out a soft noise in response to your own that leaves your lips when his softening cock leaves your hole. 

When it leaves, his come soon starts to drip down your thigh, the warm dripping making you shiver in his arms.

“We must go,” König says, his voice coming out rough. 

You nod and wordlessly begin to pull up your pants when he pulls away from you. You miss his warmth when he pulls away, but he stays close when you both exit the cave, his arm brushing yours on each step as you continue forward.

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem! reader. Some smut. Marriage proposal.

@xxventiswindblumexx was indulging me earlier and they put this in my brain and rattled it around. Sorry I have been kinda quiet. I wanted to finish the Archon Quest and just decompress after my melt down earlier. I hope you all enjoy.

Your wrists burned from straining against them, your fingers itching to touch him. Your whole body trembled from overstimulation, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Scaramouche was holding your legs spread apart, his tongue working ruthlessly against your cunt. "Call me Master!" He glared up at you, gripping your hips when you rolled your hips up into his tongue.

"Scara, please.." you pleaded, hissing with pain and pleasure as Scaramouche's fingers dug into already forming bruises of passion. "I don't think I can cum..ahh~.. anymore."

"Ha, did I stutter slut? I said call me Master and tell me when you are going to cum!" Scaramouche snapped, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. "You will do as you are told!" He plunged two fingers inside of you, sucking harshly on your clit. It didn't take much for you to cum all over his tongue.

For the third time. Twice with his tongue and once with his cock. As you screamed in pleasure, your vision blurred a little with bliss.

When he finally decided to he was satisfied, Scaramouche wiped his mouth, licked his fingers clean and untied your wrists.

"You really laid into me, Scara," you said, exhausted. "Not that I mind. I think my neck might be bleeding a little though."

Scaramouche kissed your wrists, soothing them with his tongue before kissing the a few drops of blood on your neck. "Of course you don't mind. Only you can handle me." There was hint of pride in his voice.

You blinked sleepily up at him, returning the gentle kiss he pressed on your lips. "Give me your hand." Scaramouche reached over to take something out of the drawer of the table next to your bed.

You were suspicious.

"There was a reason I went twice as hard tonight, it'll make this more meaningful," there was something soft and..maybe embarrassed in his voice.

You felt something metal chill one of your fingers.

Your ring finger.

He tilted your hand slightly to admire something. "Put a lot of thought into this. You really should've listened to me when I told you not to get too close. Now you can't say no. Not that you would. I ordered you say you were my slut twice as much as I normally do," Scaramouche turned your hand so you could finally see it.

It was a ring. It was the ring.

Silver shaded with a black color. A small purple diamond complimented the black band of the ring. "Scara, it's.. beautiful..is this?"

"Yeah, it is. I really should've told you this before I gave it to you," Scaramouche said, leaning down to bit your tender lower lip. "Since it's never coming off your finger, engraved on the inside is: You are mine. And I am yours." His cheeks flushed.

[satrs]

#partnerlook @toji.fushiguro

A/N; HEY HEY HELLO HEY LOVES! I’m BACK! Well, partially. I’ll update some time when I manage to so, I BEG you to be patient with me this will probably suck ass but whateva, I'm a bit rusted from the long break

Plus, DIDN’T AND COULD NEVAAAAA FORGET ABOUT U GUYSSS MUCH MUCH LOVE AND KISSES MWAH <3

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. petnames: baby, ma, my girl. naaaastyyyyy. Kinda hand kink? doggy. pwp.

WK; 1.1K.

The whole idea of the whole partner look thing started off innocent, with small little changes.

At first, it would be just for fun, successfully convincing Toji to match the color of your outfits when you would go out on dates.

Those things would slowly progress into more - same shoes, jewelry, head-to-toe almost identical outfits and at last - tattoos.

Of course, couple tattoos are quite controversial with all the ‘what if’s’ surrounding them, with many people having their eyes knitted, uncertain about the whole ordeal, with Toji being one of them.

It took him some, well, a lot of convincing, but all it took were a couple of pleading puppy eyes and pouty lips to drag his feet right into the trap he never excepted to fall into.

“You serious about this, ma?” His question was rather rhetorical, giving his position, seated in the chair in front of the tattoo artist, buzzing machine in hand.

You only hum in return, agreeing with an excited glint in your eyes, adrenaline rushing through every inch of your body as you inspect the pre-written masterpiece at your lower back in the mirror. “So serious.” You could barely bite back your grin, thinking of the finished product and how your boyfriend would react.

And it sure was a reaction.

You wouldn’t even make it out of the car, his eagerness impossible to tame as he guides you to the backseats, throwing you onto his lap with your back facing him, the raging boner in his pants hurting to be buried into your welcoming cunt.

“Fuckkkk, baby. Shoulda’ knocked this into me sooner.” A deep groan echoed through the room, causing you to clench down onto his shaft.

You whine in return at the way he was stretching your walls in an almost ridiculous way, followed by a high-pitched gasp as you feel his rough hands caress the dark ink adoring your sweaty skin, the letters forming the name ‘Toji’ in the most beautiful font imaginable.

This alone had him snap his hips up into you, robbing a loud cry from you in the process. “C-careful, Toji!”, you babble, hand trying to hold onto his, accidentally grabbing the arm where the dark, vibrant ink adored his skin.

He slapped your hand way, clicking his tongue at the process. “Huh, want me to kiss it better?” He snickers, an inked arm snaking its way around your body to play with your plumb clit, giving it a teasing smack.

Your eyes wander down, a moan flying past your lips at the sight of your name on his lower arm, lightly ranking its way down to his beefy hand.

You feel his sharp fangs attack your neck, soon replaced by apologetic wet kisses.

Your head was spinning, unable to make out on what to focus - his girthy cock bumping into your sweet spot repeatedly, or the way your name so perfectly fitted onto his beefy arm.

“Nah. Gotta get a clear view on this.” His other hand forced your upper body to the front so nothing hindered him from obsessively gawking over the piece of art on your lower back.

Oh, he couldn’t wait till it healed completely, so he could finally get a little rougher on you.

“T-tojiiii” you protest to his antics, only to be caught in surprise by him throwing you on all fours, swiftly aligning his angry red tip to your gasping hole.

A bright smirk adores his face, scar crinkling in the process as he pushes your head into the leather seats, the different angle now providing him with the best view imaginable.

His hand comes down, ripping your flesh at impact, leaving a bright red print of his hand on your rear, earning a scream from you in return. "Hm, why not tattoo that shit on yer cheeks-" His hand made contact with your skin again at his teasing remark, your upper body slumping down into the seats with a cry, "-Whaddya' say?"

You nod eagerly, mind drunken in the pleasure you're receiving. The only thing that you could think about was the ringing in your ears with each smack of his hips against your ass. His balls slap against you aching clit, adding to the pleasure, causing your mouth to hang open, eyes rolling to the far back of your skull.

"Fuck, gonna cum, huh? Can fell your slutty cunt tryna suck me dry", he grunts, increasing the speed of his hips, hissing from your continuous clenching.

His hand reached for your throat, pushing you up against his back, careful not to hit your head against the roof. You moan, eyes flickering down to the hand around your throat, big orbs staying glued to the black shade on his skin, humping your hips against his to chase your incoming high.

"Mhm- fuck! m' so close, Toji! sososo close!", you mewl, earning a sharp thrust, followed by a deep grunt from the raven haired man. "Tatt s' gettin' my girl so worked up?" He slowed down his thrust to let his eyes trail down your back, orbs latching back onto the body art that decorated your shiny skin. "Can't lie, that shit s' gonna make me burst too." With one more thrust, your cunt clenches down onto him, robbing a groan from his lips. Your juices splash onto his pelvis as your legs gave out on you, the hand around your neck holding your back from falling flat onto your stomach.

"jusss' like that, baby, shittttt- gonna cum too. Gonna bust all over that pretty tattoo, yeah?" His hand loosened around your neck, causing your upper body to fall down. Both hands back on your hips, drilling his throbbing cock into your abused cunt, threatening to burst any second.

"Yeahhh, gonna paint it all over, fuckkk." He swiftly pulled out, causing you to softly whine at the loss. Impatiently pumping his cock in fast motion before spurting his cum all over your back, white semen covering up most of the black tint on your lower back.

A chuckle rang your ear as you took deep breaths, turning your head to come face to face with his menacing grin, eyes glued to your back. "Look at that."

You propped yourself onto your arms, adoring the view on your back with your lower lip between your teeth, shacking your behind in a teasing manner.

A giggle rang through the air at the harsh smack against your ass, your eyes following the inked arm up to the culprits face. The man grinned down at you, canines showing, teasingly tapping his cock head onto your ass, before spreading your cheeks with his length, retrieving it right after.

"m' still sensitive, Toji-" but before you could finish your sentence, he already threw you onto his lap, fingers teasing your gasping hole, ignoring the sticky fluid against his pelvic and his already hard cock.

"Nuh uh. Gotta match mine with yours now."

©︎SATRS. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[yourlocalstranger123]

@junejunejun

—The post—

I totally understand your pain. Your fav character not having enough fics of them in this app? Absolute pain. Also! Spoiler alert❗️ there's gonna be 2 readers together 😘🥰 (totally not because idk which 2 gender of readers u wanted)

This is kinda sh- bad.

Note: I do not proof read so if I miss-spell something or like instead of saying her/he or she/him and saying "you" Please do correct me.

Male reader is either taller or stronger than itto. Just wanted to point out

DNI MINORS. Of course, if u are one and still read it; I won't stop you, but you can't blame me. <3 Also, I still don't completely understand how to lock a fic thing. Idk anymore

Warning:! 3rd person point of view? NSFW, Slight blood mention, praise k!nk, threesome, Slight rivalry between readers, only 2 genders (f!) And (m!) So no trans reader, Itto is AMAB and I think that's all? Tell me if I missed some.

Itto— orange

×—×—×

Itto was doing a Beetle battles again. Totally not dying inside from being defeated 8 times in a row. He finally was finished as he wobbly tried to find you. Sniffling at his loss slightly, but still, his mood was happy! Like, how can't he not be happy with you? He still tries to find you until he finds a bottle filled with bright and hot pink color liquid.

He wasn't gonna drink it at first, but he was unconsciously coming closer (perhaps because of the aroma in the atmosphere). Without knowing until he gulped the whole bottle down, he panicked since he didn't know why he did that. He quickly ran to your guys house, finding you both there as his hair was a mess. he quickly rested his head on {F! Name} lap/thighs. (Don't worry, the certain merchant that selled that was me teehe. It's all free.)

(Guys can have very....nice thighs, you know. Either buff, slim, thick, and girls thighs, or any. Because I'm going to suffocate myself with it either way— I mean.....nvm-...im just saying y'know.)

[Also, the lap/thighs is {F! Name}]

He shuddered when he felt a more, muscular and bigger hands onto his neck that was playing with his hair. It was {M! Name}

"What's wrong itto?" {M! Name} asked. {F! Name} was also worried. Rubbing his horns softly as he whined. "*hic* Please help me....it huurts..! Pleashe.....?" His words slurring, as his face flushed with red

He's squirmed, whining how it hurts! Please help him? Pretty pleaseee? Drooling as he quickly kissed back when {F! Name} kissed him. Trying to lean more into the kiss, he yelped when {M! Name} walked to the bedroom upstairs, covering his mouth from the embarrassment of making the sound.

But quickly forgets it and tried un-buttoning {M! Name} shirt but pouting when he struggled, so he simply ripped it apart, which made {F! Name} slightly chuckling and made {M! Name} raise his eyebrow at him.

"Oh my, how impatient of our Itto to just do this!" {F! Name} laughed as she said that. {M! Name} sighed but smirked slightly when he saw Itto voice muffling against his neck, sucking it and leaving marks. {M! Name} groaned when he felt Itto biting him, licking off the small drops of blood.

Both of you guys eyes widen as you see Itto's teeth....did it become more sharper and bigger than before? It doesn't matter because Itto is both of you guys darling precious Oni! You guys slightly blushed as many lewd thoughts comes out as you see Itto laid out onto the bed, looking do majestic!>>>

Itto's pants were getting tight, trying to quickly tug it off. Panting as he tried grabbing you both with his hands but instead just making a grabbing action in the air. Whining as {M! Name} Chuckled. Itto drooled as he saw {F! Name} fingering herself for prep after you both finished taking your clothes off. {F! Name} pulled of Itto's pants and was about to put Itto's cock into her dripping pussy but {M! Name} slightly moved her over and kept Itto for himself.

Seeing his smirk of winning, {F! Name} scoffed. But soon went to Itto's side, letting him gently grabbing her chest and letting him suck on it. Drool dripping from his chin as he muffled his moaning by sucking on it. Slightly shuddering and tears forming when {M! Name} started to finger him, laughing when three fingers fit in so easily.

"Oh? Already playing with yourself while we weren't here?" {M! Name} teased. Biting and sucking Itto's chest as he continued scissoring Itto's hole. Itto's face flushed, hugging {F! Name} waist. Hiding his face into her chest. "Awww, is my Itto upset from {M! Name} teasing?"

{F! Name} said. Itto slightly nodded, bucking his hips into {M! Name} fingers. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue out. He whined when you didn't understand his desires.

"Please let me taste you, pleaseeee?"

Itto begs, squeezing her thighs as he pouts and uses those doggy eyes of his. Sighing, but smiling at {M! Name}. As he rolled his eyes at her, she lifted her hips up and lines it up to Itto's mouth. As Itto desperately eating her out, {M! Name} finally entered him. Groaning by the warmth and tightness around him as Itto whined. Grinding against him, Itto eyes rolled back as it teased his prostate.

"What a good boy, staying still and listening to us. Good boys definitely need a reward, don't they?" {F! Name} smiled, seeing Itto's cock twitch at her words. Stroking Itto's hair as he licked off the juices from her pussy. Not wanting to waste any,,

The room filled with slurping of itto's mouth on {F! Name} boobs and the creaks of the bed. Making {M! Name} smiled at the destroyed state of Itto, pressing onto the bulge, which made Itto squirmed. A blue oni covering his mouth, panting as he desperately humped his palm as he leaned onto the door. Listening to the lewd sounds.

[sugar-omi]

Ya know, I love the idea of dilf!Cove being a huge tease during edging, but I gots to know how he’s like when he’s feeling a little more desperate than usual. Like the tables have been turned on ol’ dilf daddi. Any HCs to grace us with 👀

this..i had thoughts abt him i buried n then i rmbred them n they ran w me n now we have this horny mess

tags : NSFW, gn reader, top/service bottom reader, bottom cove, i babygirled him a bit sorry guys 😋, ooc ofc bc DILF COVE., edging/overstim, this is just horny af ok lemme ALONE /lh

no bc I was thinking abt this earlier n this is kinda dilf!cove (not yall breaking up though)

he's desperate. he acts like he NEEDS some or he's gonna parish

if you ask, he'll beg like a dog for some ass, he rlly will

althoughhhh if we wanna talk abt that scenario....

you can expect some drunk/midnight calls from ex-husband/ex-bf dilf!cove... ANYWAY <33

imagine walking around in something sexy, or short or tight

he's in pieces, following you around n touching you, kissing you n telling you you look gorgeous in that outfit...

if you're teasing him, walking around the house or you're out on the town looking fine as fuck, he's either bricked up or he's like that damn meme, telling his dick to stay down 💀😂

but that's just one basic way to make him desperate

the best way to tease him n have him under your finger, is to edge him alllll day

morning? I'm torn between jerking him off while he sleeps, until he's dripping n twitching n his cock is flushed

also i love the idea of stuffing him with a dildo

or riding him, making yourself cum and pulling away just before he can finish

I think he'd fucking love that, his brain would turn to mush n go straight to his dick I know it 🤭🤭

this big, tired, sexy man with his ass up n stretched around a thick plastic dick

he'd look so pretty...

when he was younger, cove was so embarrassed to own or use monster dildos

but now? he has dildos with knots and ridges,tentacles, n tapered tips. even has one shaped like a dragon (yes im projecting, i wanna be him😩)

so imagine stuffing him w his favorite toy, the ridges drugging along his walls, the tip bumping against his prostate perfectly

and he's so blissed out, loving the stretch from the toy getting thicker at the base..

but then you slip a cockring over him n he whips his head around. he's torn between causing a stink n crying

oh god, imagine making him go about his day, unable to cum but the toy hitting all those delicious spots inside him

his legs are shaking the whole day, he'll fall to his knees tryna wash the dishes because you came up behind him,

n smacked his butt or purposefully thrusted your hips against his butt, the toy slamming against his g-spot..

please don't forget to pull him to the side, shove down his pants and jerk his cock until he's sloppy, tears on his lash line bc he can't cum w this damn ring on...

n pull away, wipe your hands on his shirt n tell him to clean up the pre he dropped...

definitely mutters n calls you mean

tries to grind against the seat/couch, palms his bulge through his jeans... but he can't finish

it's like you know when he's thinking abt taking the ring off n cumming bc then you're there, kissing him n asking him his color/safe word and telling him he's so good, n just a little more...

it makes him dizzy how much you're controlling his pleasure n he loves it

by the time you're ready to let him cum n stop teasing him, he's so easy to pull apart

he'll beg, claw at your clothes, n his legs are shaking n his pants are stained w pre..

when you finally pull the cockring off to let him cum,

doesn't matter if you jerk or suck him off or fuck him, he's so whiny n flushed n teary eyed n babbling

babbling abt how he wants to cum, begs you to fuck him n abt how good your feel n abt how deep you're hitting, or how warm your throat/hole is. you've broken him🤭

even after all that... he begs for more, he loves when you edge n use him like this<333

someone pls come talk to me abt ex-husband dilf!cove i....i have thoughts n im open to maybe a lil toxic, definitely a lot horny ex-husband dilf!cove situationship ykw im sayin

[putaposyinyourhair]

Slowly but Also Like All at Once

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

noah diaz x mirage (they’re def boyfriends)

warnings: goddamnit noah cheer up dude (also death/bodies mention)

mirage tones it down with the pet names but then comes in hot at the end with a big one + dad doesn’t seem to approve

“Is the rider part of Arcee?” Noah inquires, watching as the Ducati ahead navigates the curved exit ramp of the Sunrise Highway— Noah is kind of transfixed honestly, awed by the way the early morning light shines off of the pink and white finish of Arcee’s altmode.

“Nah, that’s holomatter,” Mirage reveals offhandedly.

“Holo-what?”

“It’s a projection,” the mech clarifies. “Can be light or solid. We use them to draw less attention to ourselves. Be kinda weird to see a bike drive itself, right?”

Noah nods. Definitely weird. His lips pout to one side, watching Arcee and mulling over the idea of hologram-like projections for a moment before he starts, wide gaze flashing down to Mirage’s radio.

“Wait, can you do that?” he questions pointedly.

“Yep,” Mirage pops the ‘p’ cheerfully, before his radio makes a small, muted buzzing sound. “Well… I used to.”

Noah stills.

“My projector was damaged pretty badly after Peru,” Mirage admits softly, kind of wistfully. “I can project light. I mean, sorta. It doesn’t last very long and it’s really buggy but…”

The mech trails off for a moment.

“I can’t do solid anymore,” he confesses finally, faintly.

Noah sinks into the seat, forced down by the sudden, all-encompassing guilt.

Shit.

“Ratchet tried to fix it but it’s just one of those things, y’know?” Mirage goes on, his pitch rising in volume as if in response to Noah’s physical reaction to his admission. “Bumblebee can’t talk. I can’t use holoforms. No biggie.”

The bot isn’t a very good liar, Noah realizes.

He has zero doubt in his mind that losing a piece of yourself like that has got to be terrible. But he’s not going to acknowledge that out loud though. Not when it’s probably his fault.

Damn it.

The inward confession makes his chest sting.

Noah shakes his head, not wanting to think on it anymore. He’s already cried once. He’s not about to do it again. Mirage is going to start thinking he’s some kind of giant wuss or something.

He sucks in a sharp breath and forces himself to lift and drop a shoulder.

“Who needs hologram—form…things,” he stammers out a bit awkwardly. “When you’re already cool as fuck anyway, dude.”

Mirage chuckles, the sound vibrating through the seat beneath Noah. The leather warms up for a moment and Noah realizes that comfort is exactly what that sensation is supposed to convey.

He’s just not sure it’s working this time around.

The seconds crawl by and neither of them moves to speak again and so they fall into a strange, sort of unsettling silence. Noah, for as much as he tries to not think about it, can only do just that; stew in the guilt.

Because it is his fault.

Mirage had almost died for him.

Mirage had to be rebuilt and repaired from practically the ground up because of him.

Mirage had lost parts of himself because of Noah.

Noah’s a walking, talking hazard around the mech.

He frowns, pulling his feet up onto the seat so he can wrap his arms around his legs and curl into himself— ignoring the way the seatbelt kind of digs into the skin of his neck. In the distance, amidst fog and cloud-cover, he can see Manhattan’s skyscrapers reaching for the heavens.

“Hey, Noah?”

He glances down at the radio— it’s backlight cycling through a few different colors; blue, yellow, green, and red, before it settles on its usual light blue.

“I’d do it all over again in a sparkbeat, y’know,” Mirage claims boldly. “If it meant keeping you safe.”

Noah’s eyes widen so quickly, he half expects his eyeballs to drop right out of his head for a moment. His breath catches in his throat and his chest heaves— his heart stuttering over a couple beats.

Oh, fuck.

Noah’s not one hundred percent sure, but he remembers Mirage once saying, ‘Cross my spark, hope to die,’ and so he assumes it to be the cybertronian version of a heart.

The declaration is… overwhelming, to say the least. In a good way.

But also in a way that Noah feels he is undeserving of.

It compels his own heart to keep pounding away, essentially doing somersaults underneath his ribcage. Which— under the recent revelation that Mirage can actually feel it thumping away— is embarrassing as all shit. But Noah can’t help it.

He’d do it all over again.

Noah doesn’t think Mirage even realizes how much that one sentence means. Or maybe he does. And he actually means it. Noah hopes that’s not true.

He never wants Mirage to do it again.

The radio warbles and Noah watches the backlight flicker again.

“Mirage,” Arcee’s voice comes through, clear and urgent. “We’re needed back at base-ops stat.”

Immediately, Mirage groans— in a long and suffering kind of way that reminds Noah of Kris every time he starts whining about how he still can’t get past Bowser.

“I’m gettin’ my aft chewed out for breems,” Mirage gripes with a sharp huff. “Fraggin’ Ratchet, man. Messin’ with my game. What a hater.”

Noah has no idea what half those words mean but he’s pretty sure he understands the gist of it all.

Which is why he isn’t all that surprised when, instead of driving back into Brooklyn, Arcee leads the way north into Queens and then across the East River into the Bronx.

Noah shifts quietly in his seat.

His ma’s gonna be so mad when he does eventually make his way home. He hasn’t checked in with her for hours, which is unlike him. And Breanna Diaz don’t play when it comes to her kids.

But at the same time, he thinks he can understand the sort of urgency a call from Optimus Prime himself might instill in the autobots.

Both he and Mirage are silent as they make their way into a neighborhood of the Bronx known as City Island— a fitting name. At this point, the sun has risen high up into the sky and the inhabitants of City Island are starting to slowly make their way outside in preparation for another day.

Arcee and Mirage pull into what looks like some kind of junkyard marina at the far end of the island, where old boats have been left to rust in every corner of the property, shadowed by dilapidated warehouses. At the water’s edge, a rickety dock bobs in response to the waves below it.

Noah reaches out and white-knuckles the Porsche’s door handle as Arcee and Mirage roll slowly over the surprisingly sturdy wooden slats of the dock. There’s an antiquated ferry at the end, and Noah does his best to hold in a frightened little yelp when both bots lift off the dock— only half-transforming for a second— so they can step onto the ferry.

Once they’re safely aboard, Arcee’s holoform swings her leg over the Ducati and heads off— Noah assumes to start up the ferry.

“You want out?” Mirage inquires, the driver side door popping open with a muted click.

Noah bites into his bottom lip, thinking for a moment. He thinks he knows exactly where they’re heading.

Hart Island is located just to the east of City Island. It’s a place that’s pretty much synonymous with death, with deserted buildings from different eras lying in an array of ruins all over it— the island having been left abandoned to its’ own destruction since the late seventies.

Honestly, it’s kind of the perfect place for the autobots to hide out.

Noah’s not going to lie and say that it doesn’t freak him out though. Supposedly, there’s thousands of bodies buried in the ground at Hart Island.

So he shakes his head and shimmies away from the open door— not ready to step out quite yet. Mirage quickly closes it with another soft click.

“Okay,” he acknowledges. “I gotchu.”

Noah decides he really needs his friend to stop reminding him of that fact.

He knows.

The ferry sputters to life beneath them and after a moment, it rocks forward— pulling away from the dock lazily.

Noah inhales deeply then blows it out through his nose. And forces himself to think about something else, anything else— aside from the fact that he’s currently on a rusting metal death trap headed towards a possibly haunted island to face alien life forms that probably don’t even like him.

His distraught gaze lands on the Ducati parked off to the Porsche’s right.

“Arcee help you sneak out?” he questions. If a holoform is needed to operate the ferry, it has to be the only explanation. Right?

“Yeah,” Mirage admits, but not like he’s shy about it— more like he’s proud of it. “She’s a real G.”

Noah can’t help the smile the words pull from him.

He’s glad that, despite what he thinks is a clear disdain for him on the part of Optimus, Arcee doesn’t seem to hold any negative opinions when it comes to Noah.

He knows Optimus sees him— them, humans— in a different light now. That the battle in Peru— and both Noah and Elena’s drive to fight for their planet— had changed the giant mech’s opinion of the human race.

But the surly leader of the autobots had only begrudgingly allowed Noah to try and fix Mirage, at first, at the behest of Arcee and Bumblebee. When he’d failed, Optimus had been quick to change his mind, quick to take Mirage away.

Leaving Noah wondering, for months, if he’d ever see his friend again. His best friend, probably.

He’s quickly starting to realize Mirage means that much to him.

“Aw, scrap,” Mirage grumbles suddenly, his altmode shuddering slightly around Noah.

Noah looks up from the steering wheel— from the spot he’d been staring at whilst in his head— to see another dock gradually approaching. Rusting, multi-colored shipping containers stacked at its edge, providing cover for the two autobots standing just beyond them; Optimus Prime and an unfamiliar blue and white autobot with a star of life insignia across his chest plates.

Noah assumes he must be the infamous hater; Ratchet. An immediate thought tickles at the back of Noah’s mind as he recalls his first contact with the autobots in that warehouse months ago.

He frowns.

“How’s Ratchet ‘round humans?” he asks warily, just as the ferry gently bumps into the edge of the dock, their short trip across the water coming to a, thankfully, safe end.

Mirage’s radio drones out a low buzzing sound and Noah takes it for exactly what it is: Ratchet is not a fan of Earth’s native species.

“It’s okay, though!” Mirage advises him cheerily as Noah watches Arcee’s holoform return. “I got your back, bro.”

Noah isn’t all that convinced. Not that he doesn’t trust Mirage or anything.

And it must show on his face because as soon as they’re off the ferry— Mirage gently pushing him out of the Porsche’s cabin, so he can transform into his natural rootmode, Arcee doing the same beside them— he leans down closer to Noah, who is staring up at the clear disapproval on the faces of both Optimus and Ratchet.

“He’s not as mean as he looks, I swear,” Mirage testifies in what Noah thinks is supposed to be a whisper but is clearly heard by the others, including Ratchet who scowls at Mirage. “I won’t let him mess witchu, cariño.”

Noah absolutely freezes.

… what.

[topgun-imagines]

The Proposal

Requested: yes

Summary: Bob proposes to you during a night out at the Hard Deck.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

Note: This turned out much longer than I expected 😅Join the celebration! 

Pairings: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!reader

“Make sure you have rose petals. Women love those.” Jake tossed a handful of peanuts into his mouth. The Dagger Squad was all littered throughout the break room, all taking turns giving Bob advice on how to propose to you. Bob sighed as he listened to his friends. While he knew they meant well, he was kinda getting tired of their endless suggestions. When he had first told them about his plan to propose to you, it had started off with a round of congratulations which was very quickly followed by a bunch of ideas to ‘improve’ his plan.

Only a few minutes ago he had been listening to Bradley rant about all the cliché’s that he should avoid. Bob was hardly listening at this point. If he focused he could hear Phoenix mention something about making sure it was both something memorable and something that wasn’t too large. She made sure to remind him that he didn’t want to make too big a deal out of it. The WSO only nodded along absentmindedly. As if his pilot could sense his disinterest, she stopped talking and convinced the guys to drop the conversation.

A little while later and they all began filing out of the room, promising to meet up at the Hard Deck later. Bob waved goodbye to the group as he made his way to his car. He quickly pulled out of the parking lot and began the short drive home to you. He arrived home in less than 10 minutes.

Once he made his way inside he found you on the edge of the sofa folding a load of laundry. There was a small smile on his face as he snuck up behind you. You were stacking the clothes into the bin when his hand came down on your shoulders, yelling ‘boo’ a few inches from your ear. Bob’s beautiful laugh floated through the room as you shrieked. When you turned to face him, you threw a playful glare his way before returning to your laundry. Your boyfriend pressed a chaste kiss to your hair before heading upstairs.

He changed quickly, slipping out of his uniform and into civilian clothes. Once he was finished he headed back downstairs. By the time he returned, you were moving to carry the basket upstairs, pressing your lips to his cheek as you passed him. He waited patiently for you in the kitchen.

A few minutes later you returned downstairs. You slid up next to him, bumping your hip into his playfully. “Ready to go?” He questioned, winding his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You nodded, grasping his hand and moving with him toward the front door. You and Bob walked the few blocks to the bar, your boyfriend swinging your arms back and forth the whole way.

When you stepped into the crowded bar your eyes immediately darted over to the pool table. The Dagger Squad was crowded around the pool table. Jake and Phoenix were in the middle of a round when you walked up to them. She treated you with a warm smile. You and Bob made yourselves comfortable on the stools while you watched the game unfold. Bob had his arm around your waist while you leaned into his side. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but notice the looks that his colleagues kept throwing him. At one point in the night he even got a text from Bradley wishing him luck. He was thankful that you had gone with Phoenix to grab the next round.

After a little while Bob had finally sucked up enough courage. He decided that he was just going to do it his way. When you returned a few minutes later Bob stood and took your hand. You shot him a confused smile as he led you out the back doors of the bar. You were instantly transfixed by the beautiful sunset. The colors that littered the sky were also reflecting off of the water. You stepped closer to the railing on the deck, staring out at the sunset.

When you heard a throat clear behind you you turned, a shocked gasp escaping your lips at the sight in front of you. There were tears in your eyes as you stepped closer to Bob. He was down on one knee in front of you with a ring box in his hand. He pulled it open to reveal a beautiful ring. “I was gonna wait until I had a solid plan before asking you,” He started, causing you to laugh quietly. “But I really couldn’t wait any longer,” His hand shook as he took in a large breath. “Will you marry me?” A happy sob bubbled out of your chest. You nodded vigorously. A large smile took over Bob’s face as he stood up. You could hear loud cheers erupt from inside as your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger.

Seconds later the doors opened, revealing the Dagger Squad as they emerged from the bar. You squealed loudly as Natasha wrapped you in a hug, pulling back to congratulate you. A few feet away Bob was being clapped on the back by Jake and Bradley. Cheers erupted through the group at Jake’s promise of drinks on him. As you all headed back inside your arm wound through Bob’s. There were wide smiles on both of your faces as you stepped inside the bar.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! Feel free to join the celebration or send in any requests.

[paracosmicessence]

Hey! I love your art so much 💖 I wanted to ask what program you use for 3D modelling?

aw thank you!! :3

and to answer your question i’m going to warn you this is going to be kinda long because i’m gonna use this post as an excuse to show my 3D models that aren’t awful (sorry lol).

i actually use two different programs, both for different purposes, but you don’t need to get both, it really depends on which kind of modeling you want to do.

1) the first is called Nomad Sculpt on the iPad, you do have to pay for it unfortunately but it’s definitely one of the best modeling apps for the iPad. i know Blender is free but my computer is really old and doesn’t run the program very well, and at this point i’ve already gotten used to nomad sculpt.

anyway tho, i use it for art-related things like the obvious 3D models, but recently i’ve been playing around with just making scenes to use as references for my drawings. they’re not anything impressive, most of the time i actually use it to make little figurines to print and turn into earrings/little friends that sit in my room just for fun.

i’m gonna show this first bc they look cooler once they’re printed and colored (also you can tell i printed mini crowley and aziraphale when my sonadow hyperfixation started bc i never actually painted crowley) (he’s just kinda sitting there oops).

the little red guys are actually my favorite bugs (goliath beetles), i made them about a year ago but i still wear them like every day.

and here’s what they look like in the app, it’s a little intimidating but once you get used to it it’s actually kinda fun just playing around and seeing what you can do.

2) the second program i use is Shapr3D (also for the iPad, but i think they made an update where you can run it on windows/mac). you also have to pay for this as a subscription which sucks, i’m only able to use it since the engineering program i’m in pays for it.

Shapr3D is one of the many CAD software programs out there, but it’s nice bc it’s very beginner friendly and very easy to use. CAD is mainly for architecture/engineering but i honestly think more 3D artists should give it a try. it’s really nice once you get the hang of it and (i’m probably biased bc i’m a student) i honestly prefer it over just normal modeling software because i feel like you can be a lot more creative with it.

right now for my engineering class, our semester final is to design and present something that’s functional, and we can either explain the math behind it or just 3D print it and demonstrate how it works, and i’m making a functional mini model of “the rack” trap from Saw III (i’m not psychotic i swear i’ve just had a Saw hyperfixation for 5 years).

i’m definitely gonna post it when it’s finished just bc i’m already excited with how it’s turning out, but for now here’s a couple at-home projects i’ve done:

(above) i have a bunch of wet liners and i designed a stackable holder thingy with bolts between the shelves and a little cute star screw to fasten it at the top.

(above) i also made a few rotating brush holders at home (bc the ones that actually rotate are like $40 for some reason) by buying a set of small sphere bearings at home depot for like $5 (that’s what those little metal things are inside the third one, i took it apart bc i don’t know how to put a video and a picture in the same post) (just pretend they’re spinning rn).

anyway that’s all!! if you actually read this whole thing i love you so much bc engineering and design is one of my special interests so thanks for letting me tell you about the silly things i’ve made :3