#the one under the cut is supposed to be like. get your ears outta the caption

[front-facing-pokemon]

[taurasiluvr]

OMG PHONE SEX WITH CAITLIN 😣😣💕💕 NEED THAT

#needthat

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering, praise.

"been thinking about you all day, baby." caitlin's words came from your phone, her voice rough with exhaustion.

you smiled at her words as you pulled the phone closer to your ears. "yeah, me too, baby."

she'd been gone for only 3 days but those 3 days felt like an eternity, that was one of the negatives of dating a professional athletes. you wish you could come with her on away-games but unfortunately, you couldn't and had to settle for watching your girlfriend through the screen.

"good," she continued before pausing. "couldn't get you outta my head, sweet girl. everyone is teasing me about how distracted i am, but i don't care. they just don’t get it, how much i miss you."

you felt a warmth spread through you at her words, the longing and love evident in her voice. "miss you too, cait. it’s been so quiet here without you."

there was a comfortable silence as you felt your eyes flutter shut until you heard caitlin's frustrated sigh through the phone. "fuck, need you so bad baby."

you knew exactly what that noise meant, a smirk curving your lips as your stomach twisted in need. "yeah?"

"yeah," caitlin sighed again, you could practically see her expression. "you're my good luck charm, what am i supposed to do without you giving me good luck head before games?" her voice was laced with amusement but you could sense her frustration.

your cheeks flushed at her words, your body responding instantly. "i guess you'll just have to win this one for me," you teased, trying to keep your voice steady.

caitlin groaned, the sound low and throaty. "you know that's not fair, babe. you're making it really hard to focus."

"am i?" you asked innocently, biting your lip to suppress a giggle.

"yeah, you are," she admitted, her voice dropping an octave. "can't stop thinking about how i'm gonna fuck you senseless when i get back,"

you swallowed hard at the seriousness in her voice. "yeah?"

she chuckled. "yeah, princess. gonna fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk straight after."

"caitlin," you breathed, feeling your face flush as you began to toy with the hem of your pajama shorts.

"yeah, baby?" caitlin's voice was full of heat, and you could almost feel her breath against your ear.

you bit your lip, the tension between you palpable even through the phone. "i need you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

"need you too," she responded, the sound of her shifting on her bed sending shivers down your spine. "fuck, gonna touch yourself for me, sweetheart? can you do that for me?"

your heart raced as you complied, slipping your finger to your underwear, sighing. "yeah," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"good girl," she praised, and you could hear the approval in her voice. "now, touch yourself. imagine it's me, baby."

you let out a shaky breath, your hand moving between your legs, fingers teasing your folds. "caitlin," you moaned softly, your body responding to her words.

"that's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice rough with desire. "tell me how it feels."

"so good," you whispered, your fingers moving in slow circles. "wish it was you."

"me too, princess," caitlin groaned, the sound of her own heavy breathing making your arousal spike. "can't wait to get my hands on you. to feel how wet you are for me."

you whimpered, your movements becoming more urgent as you circled your clit. "'m so wet, cait. thinking about you has me soaked."

"fuck," she growled, the sound almost feral. "want you so bad. keep going, baby. cum for me."

you bit your lip, your body teetering on the edge. "'m close," you gasped, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"let go, princess," caitlin urged, her voice a husky whisper. "cum for me."

with a cry, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. "oh f-fuck, caitlin," you moaned, riding out the last of your orgasm.

"oh fuck, wish i was there," she murmured, her voice filled with longing. "you sound so beautiful when you come."

"wish you were, too." you whimpered as you heard caitlin's breath hitch, an indicator she was close too. "make me feel so good, baby."

"yeah, keep talking sweetheart." caitlin got out, her voice rough as she sighed.

you took a deep breath, your own voice becoming a seductive whisper. "love the way you touch me, caitlin. the way your hands feel on my body, how you know just what to do to make me cum."

"fuck, yeah," caitlin groaned, the sound of her moving on the bed making your own arousal spike again. "keep going, princess. ’m so close."

"need you so bad," you continued, your words coming out in a breathless rush. "can't wait to feel you inside me, to have you make me cum again and again."

caitlin's breath hitched, her moans growing louder. "god, i can almost feel you, sweetheart. so perfect, so fucking perfect."

"wish i could kiss you right now, run my hands down your body, feel how wet you are for me," you said, your own need building once more as you imagined her there with you.

"oh yeah, fuck," she gasped, her voice filled with urgency. "tell me you want me, princess."

"want you, caitlin. want you so bad. cum for me, baby. please."

with a loud moan, caitlin reached her climax, her breaths coming in ragged gasps through the speaker. "fuck, yes," she cried out, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

you both lay there in the aftermath, the distance between you feeling a little smaller after sharing such an intimate moment. "that was amazing," you whispered, a satisfied smile on your lips.

"it was," Caitlin agreed, her voice softer now, filled with love and exhaustion. "can't wait to be with you again, to really hold you."

"soon, baby," you reassured her, your heart full. "we'll be together soon."

"i love you," she murmured, the sound of her voice like a warm embrace. "so much,"

"i love you too, caitlin," you replied, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "goodnight, baby."

"goodnight, princess," she said, her voice tender and content.

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[mattsturnioloismylordandsaviour]

BETTER THAN ME? - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and matt are having a wholesome movie night when he leaves to go to the shops for more snacks, while he’s away, chris takes advantage of your alone time

Warnings: smut, disloyalty, cheating, sneaking, Chris x reader, dom!chris , innocent!reader nicknames include: baby, daddy, sweetheart, princess,

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You and Matt are cuddling up in a bed fort you made in the living room, watching a cute romcom and enjoying eachothers company. you reach for the popcorn bucket, your eyes on the screen as you feel your fingers touch the coldness of the empty ceramic. “we’re outta popcorn, babe” you turn to matt, with a sad expression on your face. “i’ll just go get more don’t worry sweetie, do you want some more treats as well?” he asks you, walking down the stairs to the front door — waiting for your response “mhmm”. “alright, love you!” as he closes the door behind him.

the tv is paused and you’re getting bored without him, it’s only been five minutes. you scroll on tiktok, lying on your side as you hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs behind you. you glance over, not being able to see a thing in the dark kitchen. “chris?” you let out, squinting your eyes to see if it was him. “oh hey y/n. watcha up to?” he asks, turning on his phone flashlight to retrieve a cold pepsi from the fridge. “me and matt were watching a movie but, he left to get some more food.”

“oh really? what movie are ya watching?” chris asks, intriguingly walking close to you laying underneath the covers. he almost trips over the blankets, but manages to find a seat next to you. you look at him, the tv screen shining a faint light on his face. you never realised how similar him and matt look. “uh—i don’t know just a lighthearted one matt likes.” “do you like it though?” he asks, still looking you dead in the eyes. “well, kinda . i don’t know — why?”

“you just don’t seem like the lighthearted type. y’know? like you’d be into something a little more naughty.” what did he mean by that? why was your boyfriends brother talking to you this way and why did you like it? you both sat in silence for a couple seconds, before chris came up with another question. “tell me if this is too forward y/n, but what do you and matt get up to?” he asks and your mind goes blank. “well- if i’m being honest we never do much. we’ve only ever shared small kisses and whenever there is tension he cuts it off.” you confess to chris, confused on why you were telling him all of this and not ignoring him.

“he doesn’t make you feel good? ever?” you can sense his body inching closer to you, and his hot breath lingering above your neck, waiting for a response. “n-no.. chris-“ he cuts you off. “why don’t i show you? how matt should make you feel when he stops acting like a pussy and treats you how you’re supposed to be treated.” his hand moves your hair from in front of your face and tucks it behind your ears. “chris… he’ll be home in fifteen minutes we can’t…”

“relax, princess. i’ll be careful, we won’t be caught.” he grabs the blanket covering your bottom half, and dives under. you’re getting nervous, wondering how long chris was waiting for a moment to do this. he pulls down your sweats, and uses his hands to spread your legs carefully. “just relax, alright? put your head back.” he instructs, and you slowly lean back as he pulls your panties to the side. you place your hand on his head underneath the blanket. his tongue was like magic, flicking over your bundle of nerves. he’s so good at this. even though i have a boyfriend, i never want this to stop.

he pushes his face further into your throbbing core, picking up the pace as he twirls and swists his tongue in between your folds, letting out deep moans that send vibrations through your body. “c-chris.” “you taste so good baby. matt’s missing out.” he pushes his tongue further down your heat, making room to rub his thumb on top of your clit. his actions get more passionate, and his finger pushes harder onto your hot cunt.

“chris, i-im gonna cum!” you let out, tightening your grip on the sheets beneath you. “cum all over my tongue baby, let go.” chris says inbetween soft moans and grunts. suddenly, your whole body is taken over with an amazing sensation, your hot juice spilling onto chris’s tongue, your thighs clenching resulting in almost crushing his head. he kisses your soaking wet pussy, licking your juices clean. he comes up from the blanket, smiling and crashing his body on top of yours.

he’s kissing your neck as you relentlessly moan, thankfully nobody else is home so you can be as loud as you want “chris…” “i bet’ya matt couldn’t do this, could he pretty girl?” both of your lips crash into eachother, his tongue painting your mouth with your own cum. “you like how you taste, huh?” he says inbetween the passionate kiss. you let out a moan “mhmm”. his hand lowers, down onto your throbbing heat, still a little sensitive from his tongue destroying it. he starts fingering you, placing his middle finger and ring finger into your walls, and using his thumb to rub on your bundle of loose nerves. “c-chris i cant, not again…”

“yes you can, i know you can sweetheart.” his fingers start to rapidly enter and exit your core. he stops kissing you, and sits back so he can watch you, watch your face as he makes you cum for the second time in the last 5 minutes. he looks so hot in the dim lighting, his messy hair partly covering his eyes that never left yours. the eye contact is broken by you squeezing your eyes closed, his veiny hand pumping in and out of your pussy. “i-i’m close!” “good girl, cum for me. cum for daddy.”

that nickname made you lose it. your hot liquid covered chris’s fingers as your body slowly shook up and down. “chris… what the fuck… mmhm” he brings his finger up and licks them clean, looking you dead in the eye with a massive smile on his face. “so… what’d you think?” he looked at you, desperate for approval. “that was fucking amazing chris.” “better than matt could do y’think?”could matt do better? why had you never realised you liked chris this way? will matt find out?

you pulled your panties, and sweats back on as chris watched you with sexy eyes. “your so beautiful.” he lets out, looking you up and down. “chris… i’m dating matt. how could we do this to him.” “ts’not my fault he couldn’t make you feel as good as i can, maybe he shoulda caught up. no?” “i-i mean i suppose…” your phone lights up. its a text from matt.

hey baby, i’m just driving up to the housee 🩷

shit.

“chris! he just messaged me, he’s like right in front of the house!” “oh shit,” he kisses you once more “see you later baby.” he runs around to his stairs and winks at you before he disappears behind the wall. the door opens “i’m home!” matt yells. “hey babe…”

ILL BE MAKING PART 2 OF THIS MAYBE EVEN PART 3 IDKK

[onesentencemusings]

Return of Jafar - Rewrite (Intro/Teaser)

“Oh I’ve come to this land, to this magical place, to where caravan camels roam…” The breeze passing over the vast desert dunes joined in like a shushed chorus as the man sung into the night. “Where they cut off your ear if they don’t like your face, it’s barbaric and I love it so.”

The man was dressed in a drab washed-out gray shirt and pants combo with a far-too-small blue jacket for the slightest amount of color. He smiled warmly, drawing attention, and confusion, from the scruffy bandits huddled over a small dying fire.

“Frigid winds from the east, burning sun in the west, bag of gems I just stole held tight.” Despite the man’s short and largely overweight nature, he didn’t slow or falter as he marched up the hill towards a single sun-bleached tent. “Come on down, stop on by, steal a camel and ride… to another Arabian Niiiiiiight!” 

He stopped to scratch under the chin of a two-humped camel laying down. “Let’s do this.”

The short scruffy man threw open the worn-out cloth doors and stomped inside. There were two people inside: an tall African man in an off-white robe with a blue-green shawl and a teenage girl, dressed in fine pink satin, gagged and tied to the tent’s center pole. The African man hid a grimace and put away his sword. 

“Sooooo, what have we got here?” The singing man huffed, hands on hips.

The guard rolled his eyes. “This is the Zudanian princess.” He waved to the girl. “Remember? The one you said had to be the ‘Diamond in the Rough’ from the Cave of Wonder legend because she comes from ‘Zudan: The Land of Diamonds’?” 

“Right, right, right.” The short man waved the taller man’s words away. “Well, I’ve decided I don’t wanna wait anymore. So untie the princess and let’s get moving.”

“Haroud!” The canvas curtain doors flew open again and an equally short, fat man stomped in. “I’ve decided I don’t wanna wait anymore! So untie the princess and--” The fat man blinked. There was an exact copy of him standing in front of him.

The first fat man snorted before speaking, “Well, one of us is going to have to change.”

The second fat man looked down at his clothes, “But I woke up like this.”

“Yes,” The first man smiled with a condescending and now-feminine-sounding voice “and we’re all very sorry for you.”

Haroud drew his sword and grabbed the first man. The man’s appearance shuddered and collapsed in a plume of dust. In the man’s place was a woman, 30s with a deep tan, in a pale-gold flowing robe with a bright green body-length scarf pinned around her neck by a stoney medallion. 

Haroud gasped. “You! The nomad!”

“Wait a minute…” The short man spoke as slowly as his brain was working. “I know you! You’re that freaky magic lady I ran outta Shiabad!”

The woman rolled her eyes. “No, Abis Mal, I’m the freaky magic lady that branded your left buttcheek with a hot iron… and then ran YOU out of Shiabad.” She huffed hard, spitting a plume of black smoke in Haroud’s face before running to the princess. In a flash, a dagger cut the ropes and the two women ran out of the tent.

“Hey wait!” Abis Mal threw open the tent door to follow and got kicked in the gut by a camel. 

“Stop them!” Haroud shouted “She’s stealing the princess!”

“We… stole her…. First!” Abis Mal choked out before collapsing.

The older woman heaved the princess onto the camel’s back and grabbed the reins. She got yanked back by her scarf. “You thought it would be that easy, woman?” Haroud sneered. 

A cobra lashed out from under the green scarf with a hiss and the man jumped back with a yelp. “Thanks, Mitr.” The woman sighed before jumping on the camel. “YAH!

The princess clutched to the galloping camel’s back, clinging to the odd tied rope and rolled up carpets that made something of a flat surface between the camel’s humps. She wasn’t supposed to be here. The noise of the various kinds of junk this beast was hauling made her gentle heart race even harder. She dared to look behind them. Men in the night were mounting horses. “They’re coming!” she yelled at the older woman.

“They’re not the problem!” The woman answered. The camel veered and started stomping down a steep dune diagonally. “The problem is I don’t have the supplies to get you back to Zudan from here. Anywhere close that would know you?”

The princess's hands shook from the bumpy ride. “I’m sorry! I don’t know where I am!” The girl shrieked as the camel shifted to flatter land, barely managing to not fail by finding a foothold on some rod tied to the side. "All the sand looks the same!"

The nomad rolled her eyes. “Then just start naming places you know you’ll be safe!”

A shrill neigh made both women look up. Several men on horseback crested the high desert dune and started charging straight down. The nomad huffed. She put a hand over the stony medallion on her shoulder and held the other hand out. The hidden rune on the stone surface glowed. A lane of sand on the dune brightened up and in an instant started running straight down as if it was water. 

The horses cried out as their footing slipped, sending their riders tumbling down. The woman clutched the medallion and a whirling of sand wrapped around a pure black horse and righted it back to its feet. The horse was brought to a stop at the bottom by the dune, rearing as the sorceress took its reins. “You. Get on!” She nodded towards the horse. The princess nervously let go and managed to climb onto the horse properly with some decorum. 

“Allied nations! Go!” The woman barked, snapping her camel’s reins. 

The princess gently kicked her horse to follow. “Um… Corkistan… Odiferous… Shiabab, Agra--” 

“Shiabab’s closest.”

The women turned sharply and went west. Under the dim lighting of the moon, rocky walls slowly came into view. “We’re going to get trapped against that mountain!”

“It’s not a mountain.” The older woman stated.

Coming even closer, a cave with two carved camel statues on either side quickly arrived and was passed by the women. The flooring was smooth and slowly ramped downward. The walls were clearly carved out but centuries of standing against desert winds left almost every intricate detail lost to time.

The moonlight welcomed the two ladies from the tunnel. The younger woman looked around, towering faintly red stone as far as the eye could see “A canyon?” The princess asked. “But why?”

“Crossroad Canyon, bubbie. You can get anywhere in the Seven Deserts from here.” The older woman turned her camel to the left. 

Clattering from the tunnel. A lot of somethings with hooves were rapidly approaching. “They’re coming!”

“We’re going.” 

Up the canyon, til they passed a star-shaped shadow; the shadow of a sculpture erected high at the very beginning of the massive chasm. The horse and camel tore through another cave opening, this time, charging up a ramp that was actually lit up with wall torches.

“This way!” A man bellowed. 

“They’re gaining!” The princess cried.

“I know, they’re not being quiet!”

The two women broke out of the tunnel in full dash, returning to cold air and shifting sands. The nomad halted her camel and got off. The princess stopped her horse. “What are you doing?”

The older woman untied a pouch and a satchel and tossed them to the princess. “These are all the supplies I got. They’ll get you to Shiabab.”

“... but…”

The sorceress slid a long rod out of her pack and ran her hand over the top. The statue of a sleeping cobra coiled around the top of the staff shined in the moonlight. She walked back towards where they came. “I’ll hold them off. Just go straight from here and you’ll be in Shiabab soon enough.”

The princess turned her horse around. “Please, madam. Whoever you are, I must know your name so I may tell my people of my savior.” 

The older woman stopped. “I hold no family name as my own. Nor any nation as my home. I am only a nomad of the sand.”

The princess held back her forming tears. “Brave Nomad. You will never be forgotten for your deeds today. That I promise. My people will--”

“I’m just fighting off bandits, bubbie” The nomad looked back, arms motioning widely. “This is not a special occasion for me. It’s important to me that you know that.”

The princess sputtered. “Well… I’m not used to this!”

“Just go already, Kid!”

The princess took a deep breath before kicking her horse again, disappearing over an endless sea of dunes into the night.

“Remember: just go STRAIGHT!” The nomad yelled. She watched as the trail of sand kicked up by the princess settled. “Balavaan, give me room.” The camel groaned before turning around and moving off to the side. She put both hands up. The horses were getting closer. Left hand on the stone medallion. Right hand holding the staff. The medallion lit up. The nomad closed her eyes. The galloping was getting louder. 

She brought the staff close to the medallion and the snake’s eyes opened, glowing a bright yellow, its mouth opening slightly. The glow of the medallion drifted away from the stone and into the staff. She pulled the staff away and took it in both hands. As the bandits reached the top of the dune, she thrust it into the sands.

The ground shifted and the sands started swirling before the woman. As the men got close the sands were churning like a whirlpool, circling and swirling into a deepening void beneath the surface. The horde stopped before the sight, but the sands crept closer. Horses reared in fright but before they could turn, the sands slipped from under them and they, and their rider fell into the sandy tide. 

The Nomad’s camel whined and backed away. Soon the tide pulled the sand from under the staff and the Nomad fell. The woman turned onto her stomach and her feet got pulled under. “Balavaan!” The beast bellowed and stuck its neck out towards his master. The sand sucked down the nomad’s legs. The edge of the whirling sands expanded and the land started falling away from the camel’s feet. The camel gave a panicked gargle and backed up. “BALAVAAN!” 

The sand was up to her waist. She saw her camel hop onto a rock pile and bellow out to her again. The pressure by her feet changed. It was… lighter. It had to be… The nomad took a deep breath before pulling her scarf over her mouth and nose and pushing herself down.

Beneath the sands, she could barely make out muffled yelling, panicking motions pushing through the waves. The pressure got lighter, lighter, lighter before giving way. The yelling of the men rang clear as everyone fell through the ceiling in a cloud of sand. The nomad watched as the men beneath her crashed into the edge of a high cliff before tumbling silently into the blackness below. She hit the ridge squarely in the center.

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The princess pulled back on the reins and looked out into the night. Nothing. No noise, no movement. She sighed and took a sip from the pouch the woman gave her. Just go straight. Just go straight. Just--

“Hiya!”

The princess let out a scream and covered her head.

“Whoa whoa whoa, relax. I’m friendly.” The young man continued.

The princess looked around. No one.

“Up here.”

The princess looked up. The young man was on a flying purple carpet. A small skinny monkey popped its head over the edge of the carpet and tipped its tiny fez with a squawk.

“Are you Princess Dia’mah?”

The princess shrunk nervously. “Tell me who you are first.”

“I’m Aladdin.” The young man’s carpet lowered to the princess’s level. “This is Carpet… the carpet.” The flying rug’s tassel made a small polite wave. “And this is Abu.” The monkey let out a little squeak that sounded very close to ‘hello’. “Now your turn.”

“I am Princess Dia’mah.” The girl answered shyly. “I’m supposed to go to Shiabab.”

“Shiabab?” Aladdin asked. “Don’t you wanna go back to Zudan?”

“The… lady that saved me said it was too far to go straight to Zudan. But the Sultan of Shiabab will know me. He’ll see me home safely.”

“Lady?”

The princess looked behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the dark of the night. “A… nomadic woman saved me. She even gave me all her supplies to make sure I made it. Now, I worry she’ll meet her end out here because of me.”

Aladdin gave a smile and reached out to the princess. “Listen, I know Nomads seem weird to city people like us, but they know their stuff. They wouldn’t give up their supplies unless they were sure they could reach the next oasis on their own. The woman will be fine. Now, come on, I'll help get you to Shiabab.” The carpet started flying forward. ”If we’re fast, we might be able to get there before the sun gets too high.”

The princess took one last look behind her. Nothing. She sighed and flicked the reins.

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Silence. The waves of water far below fell still a while ago, the bodies they claimed decidedly sunk to the bottom. The only sound was a scaley body running over fabric and dirt. 

The cobra stood up, tongue flicking. This wasn’t working. Mitr ran his long black-and-gold body under the woman’s nose. Nothing. He grabbed the woman’s messy barely-even-still-tied ponytail in his mouth and shook as hard as he could. Nothing. He gave a loud long hiss in her ear. Nothing. Ok, time for The Big No-No. The cobra stood tall and opened his mouth wide. He pulled his long fangs in so they stayed pointed towards his throat and lunged at the lady. He bit her nose bluntly and put as much pressure as he could on it.

The woman groaned softly. The snake quickly pulled off the woman and lowered to her level. Slowly the nomad pulled her hands closer and pushed herself upright. Her eyes opened slowly. “Hey buddy,” she said weakly. She held out her hand and the serpent gladly ran itself up her arm. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry.” 

She leaned towards her staff, flinching as a wave of pain ran through her upper body. “Lovely…” She pushed through and used the staff to stand up. She gave Mitr a gentle nuzzle before letting the snake vanish under the folds of her scarf. “Now… where’d I almost die this time.”

There wasn’t much to look at. Big cave. Very dark. Cold but it was the desert in the middle of the night which, frankly, was the most normal thing going on at this point. The ceiling was made of sand, any trace of the sorceress’s disruption on the surface now long gone.

The stone pillars trailed downward towards the water’s edge where the nomad could see a faint light in the distance. The intricately carved entrance-way led to a vast room, bright and glittering with mounds upon mounds of gold in every imaginable form. Pots, plates, coins, bars, statues, even gateways several stories high that stood without walls on any side.

The snake of the woman’s staff gave a metallic hiss and its eyes opened with a deep dangerous red glow. The woman looked. She passed the snake so it stared at a smaller mound of gold. The red glow intensified. She pulled it away and pointed it to the bare ground. The red faded somewhat. “Oh this gold is Cursed cursed.” She chuckled. Her eyes went wide with a gasp. “Which means there must be something REALLY good in the back!”

The cobra poked its head out with a quick hiss.

“You hush. I’m the one with legs and I say we go that way!” She waved her staff towards the thin trail weaving around the gold and quickened her pace.

The mounds of cursed treasure were soon replaced by twisted pillars of stone that formed a maze in the near total darkness. The staff’s eye’s changed from red to yellow. The woman followed where the glow was most focused and slipped through a rough looking crack in the wall.

This new room was nothing less than massive, so much so that most sultans palaces would easily fit inside. Before her was a small trail of stones poking out of perfectly still waters, leading to a grand incline where the tiniest red light flickered. “Yeesh, did the egyptians make this?” The woman grumbled “What’s with all the steps? I already got past the cursed part.” 

She looked away in annoyance and glanced upon a large golden grinning gorilla statue, clutching a ruby the size of a watermelon. “Well, THAT’S not bait.” She announced sarcastically. She jokingly flipped up her satchel’s cover. “Guess I better grab that and--”

The cobra shot out of the scarf, hood wide open, and gave a loud hiss.

 “Mitr.” She smiled. “Relax. You’ll live longer.” She dropped her bag cover and jumped to the stepping stones. Across the water and up the rocky stairs, the air getting colder and colder as she ascended. The final few steps and the woman let a grin grow on her face in anticipation.

Finally, the prize stood before her. On the smooth stone pedestal, a pure black oil lamp burning with a tiny yellow flame from what the nomad would call a ‘regally upturned nose’ of a spout, its handle reminding her of a spoiled Roman nobel’s pursed lips. 

“Great Shiva…” She gasped. The staff snake’s eyes turned white and the mouth opened wide. The woman hesitated before inching the staff closer. The staff started pulling tiny embers into its mouth, not just from the lamp’s flame but its body as well. That didn’t seem like a good thing. She snapped the staff’s mouth closed and hooked the head so it hung from her satchel safely. 

Mitr hissed, brushing his body against his owner’s chin.

She rubbed her hands together and tenderly picked up the lamp. She looked carefully at the engravings on the lamp’s foot. Intricate curves and strokes that felt like every letter of a different language rolled into a single form. In a blink, the swirls changed shape and order. “Djinn-speak. It’s real!” She carefully put her hand under the spout as if supporting a newborn’s head. Her heart surged, finger’s dancing on the cold brass surface. “Let’s do this.”

Mitr gave another loud objection, slinking down the woman’s arms and blocking the lamp with his hood.

“Look, if you were stuck in a lamp, wouldn’t you want someone to at least let you out so you can stretch and get some air?”

The cobra huffed and slowly lowered his head.

“Yes, yes you would. Now, hush.”

The nomad smiled and snuffed out the small flame with a stiff blow. Her eager grin returned as she slowly rubbed the lamp under the spout. The warm gray smoke where the flame had been shifted into a bright red that surged with heat and embers. The woman clutched the shuddering lamp and the smoke trail grew into a towering plume many times the woman’s size.

Her broad smile only faltered as a deep and devious maniacal laughter started filling the room.

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Author's note: I've had the idea to rewrite Return of Jafar since... well, since I first sat down and watched Return of Jafar and this little segment is to gauge if anyone would be interested in the fully story. It's been too long since I wrote anything and this hyperfixation's gotta be good for SOMETHING.

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(Part 2)

[mattmurdocksscars]

Wrong

Hi, loves! This is a short, roughly 1k word piece I did for the TFC channel monthly challenge. This month’s challenge was song fic and so this piece is based off of the song wRoNg by ZAYN ft. Kehlani. I hope you enjoy it! 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (I think I managed to keep it pretty gender neutral!)

Genre: Angst with a happy ending!

Your friends with benefits situation was… getting out of hand. The sex was phenomenal, the friendship was amazing, but you could tell he was catching feelings. Which is all well and good but you… you were under the impression you weren't made to be loved. You were made for quick fucks and leaving before your partner woke up.

At least, that's what you convinced yourself of. Now you just had to convince him.

The two of you lay side by side, chests heaving and sweat sticking to your skin. You kept telling yourself you needed to cut him off, to distance yourself. But yet, every time he smiled your way or whispered his filth in your ear, you were putty in his hands.

Get outta there, girl, before you get hurt. 

"That was…"

"Yeah." You both chuckled and you felt Matt reach for your hand. Before he could grab it though, you moved. Sitting up, you began looking around for your clothes. 

"What are you doing?" You could hear the frown in his voice but you steeled yourself. This would be the last time. 

"You say that like I don't do the same thing every time."

"I know but…"

"What?"

"Why don't you stay?" The question hung heavy in the air and you sighed.

"Matt, you know why. This is just friends-"

"We're not just friends and you know it."

"Don't, Matthew. Don't think because you're with me this is real." You feel the bed shift as he sits up. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, on the defensive now. You sigh again and stand, pulling on your underwear then your jeans. 

"Listen. Some people are made to be loved and others just make it. I'm the latter. You're the former. I'm a problem with problems and I'm not any good. For you or anyone else. So take what I'm willing to give and love it or hate it."

"Sweetheart…"

"No, Matt. I'm serious. I'm not… I wouldn't be good for you. I'm not exactly the type you take home to mom."

"I don't care about that. I just want you, why can't you see that?"

"I do see it. Which is why we're having this conversation."

"What can I do to convince you that you're worth it? Because you are, sweetheart. You're worth so much and I just want you to see that."

You can't help but to hesitate at his words. All the scathing things you could say to end this leaves you and you deflate a little.

"I don't know, Matt. This is just how I am, how I've always been. No one's ever wanted me for more than sex and I've always been okay with that."

"But now?"

"Now… now I find myself wanting to snuggle into your side and stay. To fall asleep next to you and see if your breakfast is really as good as you claim. But I can't… Matt, I can't let myself want that."

"But why not, sweetheart? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you! I trust you more than anyone probably. It's not you I don't have faith in. It's myself. I won't risk ruining this and losing you." You wrap your arms around your middle, holding yourself instead of seeking out his comfort.

"What's life without a little risk? You can't live your life in fear of what might happen. You'll never find happiness that way." 

"Matt, please…" You whisper. He sighs and turns his back to you.

"Fine. Leave if you want to. But just know that I can't keep doing this. This isn't casual to me, not anymore. So if you leave, this is the last time."

You feel tears well at his words and you wipe furiously at your eyes. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? You wanted to end things, didn't you?

Then why did it hurt so god damn much?

You quickly grab the rest of your clothes and throw them on. You make it to Matt's bedroom door before you pause to look back.

And that's what breaks you.

Matt is sitting with his head hanging and his fists clenched on top of his knees. He looks every bit like a man defeated and it breaks your heart and your resolve. You turn and rush at him, throwing yourself at him. He just barely catches you and you slam your lips on his. The kiss is fiery and passionate and tastes of the salt of the tears that run down your face.

"Promise me I'll never lose you. Not to anything other than your nightly activities."

"I swear." He breathes those two words into you and you shudder in his hold. He sounds reverent and a part of you settles a little, knowing he's serious. 

"You've been looking in the wrong place for my love, you know." You tell him quietly.

"Oh? Where should I have been looking?"

You tighten your hold on him.

"It's been right here all along. I was just too scared to admit it. I've cared about you for a long time, Matt."

"I know. I'm just glad you're letting me in. You've got some pretty tough walls to get through." You snort. 

"You say that and yet they fell like sand to you." 

"Don't act like it didn't take months to get us to this point." Matt says with a chuckle. It gets you laughing too. Matt smiles at the sound and nuzzles into your neck. Your breath hitches at the intimacy of it and you feel Matt press a soothing kiss to your neck.

"You should stay the night. We can celebrate moving past friends with benefits and I can show you just how good my breakfast is in the morning."

"Don't you need to go out?"

"I won't tonight unless I hear something particularly bad. I want to stay in with you." He admits softly. You smile and press your face into his hair.

"That sounds great."

And so you undress a second time, this time with many more soft caresses. You spend the night entangled in Matt's sheets and you wake to the delightful smell of breakfast. 

He hadn't been lying.

[queenofbaws]

.............or friday, who's even keeping track asdlkfjksdjf

howdy neighborinos! it's been a hot second since i've gone and flailed at my wip list. however. the time has come. ;)c

things are still a little slow and weird over here as i adjust to a new kind of normal, but i have SUCH high hopes for what i'm going to be able to share with y'all in the coming months!!! my plan as of this very moment is to finish before the dawn, a bad moon rising, then take a little break from posting for a while so i can focus on knocking out a couple mostly-finished wips i have in the background :P wips i am very, VERY excited to finally get to show you, leave it at that.

if you're looking for a little something to hold you over, i'm throwing a sneak peek of bad moon rising under the cut <3 and, as always, i hope you're all doing well, that 2025 has started kindly for you, and that if you're stuck in the middle of a miserable freeze like i am, that you're keeping warm!!!

“Before we make our way out there—up there, I suppose—I want to make a couple things abundantly clear to you.”

“Okay.”

“For whatever goddamn reason, the Washingtons thought it wise to make this place outta windows. That might not mean much to you now, but it will, because from the very first step you take onto that main floor right up until you’re tucked down into that little sardine can downstairs again, something is gonna be watching you. And it ain’t gonna be me. My eyes, such as they are, are gonna be on everything but you. Same with my ears, and hell, know what? Just cuz it keeps comin’ up tonight, let’s just say even my nose will be otherwise occupied.”

He leaned in closer to her personal space before the thought in her head could fully take root, and it took every ounce of her courage to keep from reeling backwards in response. Sam still wasn't sure what to expect from Jack; biting didn't seem completely out of the question.

“So the idea to run might occur to you. It might surprise you. You might even find yourself thinking it’s a good one. It’s not. I know you and your friends—most of ‘em—are still tryin’ to figure out what on this mountain means you the most harm. And I know you might be thinkin’, after seeing us do what we did to the Miracle Men down below, the answer is the four of us. That you might be better off taking your chances with the old boys.

“Here’s the thing about that. You’re wrong and you’re right. Life’s a bitch that way. See, you’re wrong because, that thing waitin’ for us topside? It ain’t the same as what you saw down there. Those boys haven’t had a scrap of food since long before your parents cut their wisdom teeth. Her? Up there? She’s been eating just fine. Juuust fine. She’s big, too. And worse, she knows exactly how to get you shook up enough to make a fatal mistake.”

She waited. Swallowed as calmly as she could. No biting. Good sign. “Why am I right?”

“You’re right, smart girl, because just like I didn’t pick you out of a hat to go on this little errand, I’m not your chaperone on accident. You know this place. You’re smart. Not as smart as you could be, showin’ that much fuckin’ skin in the dead of a mountain freeze, but smart enough. You’re also, I notice because of what skin you are showin’, an athlete.”

The urge to shift her weight, to make the muscles of her calves less visible, was intense. She held firm, somehow. Her body remained perfectly still.

“So we had to make sure the right person was sent. Now, I won’t claim to know this lodge better than any other visitor might, nor can I say I’m especially smart or, God help us all, athletic…but. But. If one lug makes us four all bullies, and if one lech makes us four all perverts, and if one cornball idiot makes us four all backwards, unpredictable hick bastards, then let me assure you of one thing: You do not want to know what I add to the equation. That sound about right to you?”

[friesian]

1,2,6,16,20 for Marwyd and Tiyrnan (@likemesomesalads)

THAT'S A LOT OF PIZZA (QUESTIONS)!!! LETS DO IT!!! WOO HOO!!!

MARWYD:

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"Ahhhh.. well, uh, that's a complicated one. Obvious answer is my sister, Niddhil. Closest person I got. We've been through it all together. Everythin'. All the highs'n lows that a Commander could possibly face-- and she stuck by with me until the end. Hell, she ended up even havin' a nephew. Little guy is my pride'n joy… did you know he could box? I didn't. She took me to one of his junior boxin' courses a few months back and I ain't ever seen a boy with more fire in his eyes at only a few years old. I think he could maybe even beat the shit out of me on day when he's older!"

"Otherwise there's… my father. Ishmayl. I uh, I dunno if I wanna talk about him, though. Basic rundown is that he's the person who found me when I came outta that oasis and took care of me. Taught me the ropes of life… but uh, ya'know. Shit don't always go as planned, I guess. Fuck if I know."

"… just don't ask me about'em anymore, alright?"

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"Well, I got asked about Hua-- guess I'll talk about Lei now. Zheng Hualei. Lei's.. he's… uh, really somethin'. I see a lot of myself in him some days. Other days, he's nothin' like me. We met at a Gala. Guy called my sister a bitch so I threw his ass into a fountain. Ever since, he hated my guts. To the point where he tricked me into punchin' Hua-- since he and Hua share a body. Long story."

"Anyways, after everythin', I learned that kindness sorta made'em go away? And I started bein' more 'kind', as much as I could. But… ya'know how they say the ones who need the most kindness are the ones that are the hardest to give it to? That applied here. But it sorta worked in the long run. He's nicer now. Says sorry. Thank you. Even likes spendin' time with me now. Gives me gifts that ain't shards of glass stuck in candy. Fer my birthday, he carved me a horse from memory… even has a little cut in the ear just like me. Cute little thing, honestly."

"Only complaint I have is that he gets WEIRD with me. Like, really weird. Stares at me, gets high and starts talkin' about how 'pretty' my eyes are, found some weird ass scraps of paper where he just writes my name over and over. Y'all know he even drew me once? I didn't know. Good drawin' though, but… the way he found even the smallest little feature to draw on me was odd. Little shit is weird. But.. at least he's kind…er. Kinder."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do? [COPY PASTED]

"Leave home. Probably. You spend twenty damn years under someone's thumb. Beck and call. Their ire. Their eye. Then you just gotta leave everythin' you know behind fer some weird land that you don't barely know a lick about. I gave it all up. Fer what I have now, I'd say it's worth it-- sometimes. The job I got ain't anythin' I would've picked. Fuck, I would've gone back to outlawin' by now had that shit with the damn Tree not happened. Ah well, but… I know everyone I know now. I know my sister. I know my best friends."

"… but sometimes, I do wonder about my family."

Describe your perfect day. [COPY PASTED]

"Hm.. probably goin' to a rodeo. Maybe spendin' time with Saint Elmo'n my flock of birds. Barbeque at the end, and campin' out in the desert. Sounds like my kinda day. Ain't complicated."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"Stupid motherfuckin' people makin' a big ass showboat out of themselves to be the center of attention. It's LOUD. It's ANNOYIN'. They don't know when to STOP. Why do you EVEN NEED attention? It's nothin' but a pain in the ass fer all involved. I could be doin' work. Studyin'. Cleanin' up messes or fixin' shit, and here you are doin' everythin' in your power to have eyes look at you. The HELL DO YOU NEED IT FER? KNOCK IT OFF."

TIYRNAN

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"As a firstborn I suppose that I have many brothers and sisters. None of which, I am close to. They all disgust me in their own little ways. Too kind. Too obnoxious. Too considerate. None of them ever resonated with me. Save.. for one, of course, but we do not talk about them."

"The short version for you is that I care not for family, and I care not for connections."

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"I do not have friends. See above. I do not care for connections."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Abscond the mortal limits to become something that one may find to be nothing but a monster. Truly, it was painful. Every part of my body twisted and turned into something that was only parallel to the self. A reflection, yes, but one in oil. Where your own eyes can't see past something so abstract, clouded, darkened, and misremembered. Someone made that thing you call a body, long, long ago… but they turned it into something utterly wrong. Perhaps that's what I am. Misremembered. Though, I do see clearly enough now. And what I see is…"

"Hm…"

"Perhaps it's best for me not to complete that thought."

Describe your perfect day.

"A perfect day? That's the day I finally find myself with my hands wrung around the neck of that fool that everyone calls 'Commander'. The perfect day, is the day that I see the light that burned within them completely snuffed out by the heel of my boot as I drag his corpse alongside me to be twisted and mangled into something that is completely unrecognizable-- beyond even what the mind can place back together. An unsolvable puzzle. An unidentifiable body. Truly, a perfect goddamn day."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"People preaching to me about ethics, or morals, or any of that. Do you think science cares for your morals? Do you think life cares for your ethics? I will tell you one thing right here, right now. Were it not for people like me who did not care for these things, we would not know what half of the bacterium and viruses on this planet would do. We would not know how the body works. We would know not know anything in terms of science. And if I hear one more person attempt to moralize my work towards me, I can assure you that we will find out what the advanced stages of a prion disease can do the mind and body."

[hisui555]

[Nods and shakes hands with Autism and ADHD as a zebra dyspraxic person who knew of those senses due to my own brand of disability and neurodivergence]

Yep, yep, wonky body-to-spatial awareness and hypo/hypersensitivity to stuff is a bitch.

Hiding it under the cut because I don't wanna derail from OP's main point, which is about Autism and Autistic people.

But for those interested or discovering, dyspraxia is a psychomotor disability - and neurodivergence - belonging to the DYS-group (like dyslexia, dyscalculia, etc) that can be summed as "imagine a house with some, most, or all light-ways crosswired : if you push the lightswitch in the kitchen to make yourself a sandwich, it's the bulb in the bathroom on the second floor that lights up. Oh, and you'll bonk and trip on a lot of furniture on the way, will fumble that knife twice, cut a dent in the counter on accident due to misaplied strength, smear the butter all over due to wonky fine motor control, and don't hope distinguishing left from right. Bon appétit."

For the zebra part - also a neurodivergence and it does count as a disorder too, see further down - along with the speedy, arborescent, step-skipping, multi-tracks-at-the-same-time instinctive thoughts process, devouring curiosity for knowledge in general be it from mushroom cultivation to the pyramids of Gizeh, very out-of-the-box thinking and good-ish memory, it comes with more acute senses 9 times outta 10 which on the positive side means a good musical ear without even having musical knowledge, good eyesight - I still have 12 out of 10 even after 3 decades on this planet, and more than 10 for my ears, still hearing sounds people aren't supposed to when over 20 - a keen nose, etc. Unsurprisingly, synaesthesia and hyperempathy very often come along for the ride.

On the bad side, this means that those senses (whether a few or all of them) are all dialed up to eleven since birth, often mix together, and since your brain never shuts up and takes a lot in at once quite fast just like it does information, it can make your day a noisy, straining, saturated, tiring mess quite quick.

Point of it : sympathizing with and for Autistic people going through this, from someone who has it too but with another neurodivergence/disorder.

(Just for info, zebra-ness can be and does go along with ADHD, Autism, or both of them - the three are sort of cousin neurodivergences in a sense. Like the latter two, it's from birth, and something is different in the brain : where an ADHD brain for example doesn't produce (or has low) dopamine, a zebra-brain has a fair bit more myelin than a neurotypical brain - myelin is a fatty-substanced membrane akin to "oil on a door" in the brain, that connects cells and axons between them, assuring nutrients, and more relevantly the transmission of neural information, connection, activity and input (though differents parts of the brain play a role too). For zebra-brains, that door is very well oiled - sometimes too much - and that input goes faster than in non-zebra brains, up to covering (if I'm not wrong) 3m50 or more in a second whereas the standard is 2 to 2m50, which means 1 to 1m50 more of billions of neurons lit and activated in the same timespan.

In short, it's like having better Wi-Fi and being able to download/process more. Well, if the information goes where it should =='

The downside ? You're "calibrated" to think of the complicated solution(s) first instead of the easy one(s) - thinking in arborescence also means seeing a lot of solutions at once, with huge hesitation of what's the right one - and it doesn't guarantee common sense either.

...Yup. (Taken from the webcomic xkcd.)

Also, collecting information fast and "getting it quick" doesn't mean fully, consciously understanding it right off the bat. An ability to instinctively understand things emotionally - emotional intelligence - doesn't mean being able to control and regulate one's own emotions in a healthy way - emotional maturity - as they are two different things. Yeah, a massive downside of zebra-ness is the constant splitting you'll do : you have one foot in one territory - most times the capacity to understand things beyond your age demography - and the other foot across the almost-no-inbetween gap of your actual emotional maturity level. And that's without speaking about the social gap, whether in school or not, and the downsides of instinctive step-skipping reasoning : the moment there's setback, that missing step on the stairs is a hole you fall through, and you often don't have the tools or methods to properly get out past the shock of falling (and failing). Impostor Syndrome and burnout can also be real plagues.

Also, once a zebra, always a zebra. Like any neurodivergence it doesn't "disappear" with time, age or treatment.)

(Why "zebra" ? Well, ADHD has the butterfly, Autism has the infinity loop, and Zebra people have the, drumroll please, zebra - term coming from francophone psychologist Jeanne Siaud-Facchin, even if not used in science - because I'm of the mind that the word """gifted""", or "advanced" or just "HIP/HPI" (High Intellectual Potential) is a misnomer (yeah, that's what it is, but I largely prefer "zebra", it's more neutral, less pompous and doesn't just focus on the intellect side with those damn IQ tests and their stupidly bad connotations) : it's a whole neurodivergence that affects more than just so-called "smarts", being actually about thought speed, processing, creativity, along with a different sensorial and emotional perception of one's environment, that has a lot in common with both ADHD and Autism in particular, and they CAN be commorbid.

They share : -An unusual way of thinking, which is often described as "outside the box", rather creative, and "not what was asked" for those who don't like it. Where a Neurotypical person goes through an assignment, an Autistic person might go sideways, an ADHD person over, and a Zebra person beyond the assignment, and all of them find the answer still without being "wrong". -Sensory disorders, (tying back to OP's post) as the brain is often cross-wired or boosted too much. A Zebra person has it dialed up to eleven by default, and as such takes everything in but it's too strong, too acute, too buzzing, basically too loud. An ADHD person might be unable to focus, every noise intermingles, they can't take them apart as they take everything in, so in short it's too many. An Autistic person might feel overwhelmed from the different stimuli overriding their senses, causing physical discomfort that's not just plain pain but other sensations like burning, feeling stabbed, etc, so, too much. All three can end up having a meltdown or being exhausted from dealing with that, while a Neurotypical person might feel simply tired and annoyed. -Unusual interests and hyperfixations, an Autistic person has deep, often obscure but comforting special interests that they often come back to and will research in detail. They might go at it like a cone or funnel, digging deeper and deeper each time. An ADHD person searches lots of things for stimuli, hopping from one to another following their interest and once hooked in, will stay on that hyperfixation until the well is "dry" and move onto another, might also feel a period of deep boredom until they find another - like a lock constantly locking and unlocking. A Zebra person goes at it out of sheer, overwhelming curiosity and thirst of knowledge, the more the better, both multitasking and digging the deepest they can (like Autistic people), with varied and very ecclectic fields of "research" (like ADHD people), soaking it up like a sponge. -Infodumping and long-winded explanations, tied to the above. Autistic people might share special interest out of comfort, finding a kindred spirit, and talk about something they're comfortable with. ADHD people may have a lot of interests at once and want to share out of excitement, venting out their discoveries and riding that feel-good wave. Zebra people might talk a ton because they keep thinking about new details and concepts tied to the interest that they wanna debate over while they're also talking about it, sending their brain ablaze and sharing their amazement. All three usually do it to share, express themselves, and bond ! -Social and empathy troubles (hyper/hypoempathy), as an Autistic person might have difficulties reading social cues, picking verbal from non-verbal, and reading implied or implicit intent, but react strongly (or on the contrary, not) to hidden emotions. An ADHD person might take a lot of those clues in all at once and have trouble picking the "correct" one to react to, or be considered "too hyper" by others by reacting to most if not all of them. A Zebra person might pick up the implied or implicit intent and treat it as the de facto explicit intent, which brings problems in a world where people lie often, as they might address what the person needs rather than what they want, or bust hidden wants into the open, and let the cat out of the bag too soon. They can also ask a lot of questions and point out things that may not be comfortable for everyone with disregard of what's "socially acceptable", not because they don't know what social cues are, but because they find it unfair and will bypass said cues, sometimes to their own detriment. All three can get baffled by and fall prey to (or be) liars and manipulators because (despite that) they don't understand why/how a person would/could behave like that, this doesn't exempt anyone from getting hurt or hurting others despite noticing (or not) patterns and behaviors !

Non exhaustive list. So, what's the main difference ? One actually has comfort as the axis, doing things that makes them feel good, safe, and needs a routine and patterns. One has stimuli as an axis to seek the dopamine the brain is lacking, needing interest for motivation and literally struggles to do a task their brain isn't interested in, with periods of shifting focus and forgetfulness. One has curiosity as an axis and a strong desire for information in all forms, needing to seek knowledge for expansion and creativity, can get interested in everything or almost in sometimes unrelated domains, then building upon it in their own way, wanting to bring it a step further. All three are curious, researching people that want to feel good doing what they like, taking things apart to see how it works, but why and how they do it might differ !

And as will all neurodivergences and disorders, things can overlap and be shared traits, especially in those having more than one or two neurodivergences or disorders that can counter or mess up each other (AuDHD : the simultaneous clashing needs of routine and novelty for example).

So yeah, conclusion, why zebras ? Well, Zebras look like horses, but are their own thing, and each zebra has different stripes, just like zebra-ness is a spectrum.)

(From the French site Suivezlezèbre.com, "follow the zebra")

If I'm wrong, please correct me, but this is based on my own experiences, observations, reads, talks with people (zebra, Autistic, ADHD, neurotypical or other neurodivergences, family, friends, strangers, acquaintances, therapist included - and yes I'm a confirmed zebra by a professional) and, well, life.

And uh, further proving my point, outside of the quick research I did and needed to write all this (I have no intent to spread misinformation), well... English is not my native language (3rd overall though) and my studies were in art : I've never opened a psychology or neurology book in my life.

So take this all with a grain of salt, but at the same time... QED.

The 8 Senses

The Autistic Teacher

[eranthiss]

She doesn't want to be doing this interview. At all. The interviewer is a middle aged woman with suspiciously white teeth and - she'll face it, she can hardly miss it, what clearly appears to be a botched lift job somewhere on her face. It makes her look like a fallen soufflé under this studio lighting, and it's all she can think about. Iris discreetly smooths in the highlighter at her cheekbones, and she's fairly certain she sees the woman wince.

"And...We're live in three ... Two ... One-"

The opening jingle to whatever daytime TV she's gotten on blares out. Deep breath in.

You must remain perfect at all times.

"So. Champion Iris Ace-"

"Just Iris is fine, Dahlia. I'm not on the clock, am I?"

Dahlia makes a noise Iris supposes is a giggle, and plasters on a smile.

"Iris, then. You've held your post ... Five years?-"

"To the day, actually! It doesn't feel like it's been this long-"

"But then again, a lot has changed since you came to power, hasn't it? You were fifteen, weren't you? Fresh outta Opelucid-"

Iris scrapes together laughter, shifting her head to make her earrings jingle. It makes the movements look more genuine, she finds. Her smile does not quite reach her eyes- "Now, do tell, if you did in fact do it - how was your gym challenge?"

"Oh- of course I did it! Everyone does, no excuses-" Iris lets a look of warning slide onto her face for a second. "-Especially not me. I'm not that special, really. Brycen really gave my team a hard time. I think... Lairon called it clutch on that battle, though. She evolved after, too - completely out of the blue! I really needed someone on my team fully evolved back then."

Dahlia is still smiling at her.

"Of course- And that was before Brycen resigned, wasn't it? Then Drayden became the seventh gym leader- and Marlon the Eighth- Didn't you swap those two around as soon as you took power?"

"Oh, don't worry, I decided it on a battle. Drayden won, so I moved him back up. Simple! It's a matter of power." That and Marlon had a ... Bit of a crisis under the pressure. But she's not saying that on international TV. "It's not set in stone, reall-"

"So after Brycen you challenged Drayden, wasn't it? We all know how that ended, though, obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be sat here with us! But it is a shame we never got to see you battle Marlon-"

Iris sighs as quietly as possible. Dahlia is trying to get a reaction out of her. She's famous for it.

"Oh, I know, but it was right before the crisis happened, and I had my hands full dealing with all that awfulness, and learning how to fit into my new role as Champion. You do remember, Dahlia, I'd only had the title a few weeks when things really started going to pot-"

"So, Iris, I'm sorry, but it has to be said - one could question the legitimacy of your title if you never battled Marlon-"

"Oh, I don't think anyone is. I've been nigh unchallenged for four years, and you're more than welcome to try your hand at battling my team, Dahlia! You also train water types, don't you? Your Lotad has got to be the cutest one~ I'd love to see what you're truly capable of!"

Iris grins, and she watches Dahlia twitch. Iris knows her team already. Two Lotad and a Lapras. Iris turns to the cameraman. "Cut the cameras."

"Dahlia. You're not really making light of a national disaster that killed over two hundred people just to point out that I didn't battle someone who hadn't even been instated as a gym leader yet? If I recall, you still haven't beaten the third gym, and you've been trying since before it was under Burgh, correct? Find some better material to give me or I'm leaving, and taking this experience with me. You need the ratings from hosting a Champion, right?"

Dahlia is still smiling. "Right. May we?"

Iris shakes her head no. "Not yet. I need a minute to fix my makeup. This lighting is horrendous."

[totallycirclek]

HERE'S A BIT OF A WIP I'VE BEEN DEDICATED TO (please please please give me some constructive criticism and opinions in the comments)

Tiago Mars stood stiffly in his bedroom, helmet held firm in trembling hands as he waited impatiently. He tried to stand still, his breath ragged as he looked over his shoulder every couple of seconds. He looked at his watch and tapped his foot as he anxiously and irritatedly muttered “Come on… Come on!” A loud slam erupted through the house followed by heavy, booted footfalls. Crashing and banging ensued asTiago rushed to his closet, watching his watch closely after putting on his black motorcycle helmet. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the world around him melt out, only to be cut off by his own groan of agony. The melting and fading surroundings glitched and screamed. A high pitched whir assaulting his eardrums from within his helmet as Tiago clutched the sides of his helmet, falling to his knees and curling up before everything in his vision blotted into black like ink

Tiago rose groggily against something sturdy and rough. He blinked and tried to find his footing, waiting impatiently for the ringing in his ears and the fogginess of his vision to abate. When it didn’t happen, he went to kick the sturdy thing he’d been standing beside and pain bloomed vividly through his foot and up his leg, causing him to grip his foot and try to shout some profanity, but he instead erupted into a violent coughing fit and laid on the ground a moment. When Tiago got up, he instead sat still on the ground for a moment. He got his bearings, though he still couldn’t see the best, and could hear almost nothing. He looked at his watch and cursed under his breath. It wasn’t supposed to be here. As he felt his eyes burn and his throat tighten at his mistake, hot tears began to roll down his face as he came to terms with this new mistake. He took a gasping breath and his hand flew to his lower left ribs, clutching them as tightly as this newfound pain would let him. He lifted his shirt and let out a huff of laughter with the words “Oh shit..” As he watched his blood, red hot and angry, flow down his side out of a large gash from spine to heart around his chest. He dragged his shirt down and pushed himself up on the item he’d kicked, laughing dumbly at himself upon realization that it was a tree. After a bit of wandering, he’d come to a bitter realization. He knew where he was. He knew who’d be here, and he knew he’d have to find him. And Tiago didn’t know if he wanted to do that.

Calix sat tiredly at his kitchen table, sipping tea and reading the morning paper. A loud and urgent-sounding knock resounded through his home and he grumbled irritatedly as he set down his cup. He stood and gently pushed in his chair, mustering every ounce of politeness he could as he replied “One moment! I’m coming.” He put on a bright, welcoming smile as he swung the door inwards and open. His smile immediately dropped as he saw someone he wasn’t expecting for the next forty-something years. Except this person was never a good omen, and undoubtedly not so in his current state.

.Calix crouched beside Tiago and dragged him up to his feet. Tiago went to swat away the hands of the older man, before remembering why he’d come and letting the man walk him inside. Calix sighed and pointed to a wooden chair in the tile-floored kitchen “Sit there, and try not to bleed all over my floor” He said. Tiago did as told and sat in the wooden chair, calling out to the other gentleman “Hey, Cal, as much as I love being here, and trust me I don’t, mind helping me out so I can get outta your time?” He spoke sarcastically. Calix turned to face Tiago with a snide smile. “Out of my time? Darling it’s all my time. Just found me at the right point. I can only help you  if you admit what really brings you here. I know you love me, but you never visit unless you need me~” Calix replied boldly.Tiago sighed irritatedly and snapped back with a cocky smile “Lift up my shirt and find out” He teased.Calix walked over with uncertainty on his face, lifted up Tiago’s shirt and almost vomited there and then. He turned away and retched behind his arm a moment as Tiago laughed triumphantly. “Oh gods, Tia, what the fuck happened to you?!” Calix inquired through his dry heaving and Tiago’s cackling “I got fuckin sliced!” He said excitedly “Got cut up on my way out” Calix sighed aggravatedly as he glared at Tiago before beginning to dress his wounds

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.

[emilyrox]

“Thanks To Them” Liveblog

I’m not gonna reblog it over and over like last time. All my thoughts will be posted at once.

Spoilers for The Owl House: “Thanks To Them” Under The Cut

~

- I know we saw it already, but I never said anything til now. That is one of the best intro sequences to any tv episode I’ve ever seen.

- VEE’S SPANISH WAS SO FLUENT OMG

- Also Duolingo parody lol

- Hooty is with them in spirit

- “I never expected to be a mother of six” You have officially taken Eda’s role of being everyone’s mom, Ms. Noceda.

- The squad ‘boutta go on an adventure

- Also their poses are adorable af

- Luz...honey...listen...

- Ok i’m gonna go into more detail. I have a theory. Everyone thinks that when the hex squad finds out Luz and Hunter’s secrets, that they will turn on them. I don’t think so. I think that when they find out, they’ll be like...”Damn, that really sucks. But it’s not your fault. We don’t blame you. We’ll get through this, like we always do :)” And Luz and/or Hunter will react in the EXACT same way Luz just did in class. Even if their friends, the ones they think they hurt, tell them “it’s okay,” they’re not gonna be able to deal with that. They’ll be like “NO! You’re supposed to HATE me! I deserve to be not exist!” And it’s gonna be depressing as fuck.

- (If that actually happens I stg)

- “We’ve had enough of crusty old men” Agreed

- Belos you’re a crusty old man. Get TF outta here.

- I never thought “Hunter loves wolves” would be on a list of things I needed to know about him, but here we are.

- Ok the Cosmic Frontiers stuff was either Luz’s, her dad’s, or both. I’m calling it now.

- Ok that flashback...Camila DIDN’T WANT to send Luz to that camp. She LOVED Luz’s creativity and weirdness. She was peer pressured into doing it by other parents and the school staff.

- Also some people have theorized that Camila was similar to Luz when she was a kid, and now that’s confirmed.

- “Mom, why aren’t you mad at me?” LUZ STOP-

- BELOS STOP-

- Wait do the hex squad not know what year it is???

- Also Hunter is a cosplayer confirmed. And Gus and Willow are living for it. Amity and Vee are questioning their friend’s life choices.

- Also didn’t talk about this before but I LOVE Vee’s new design!

- HUNTER KNOWS ABOUT BELOS. BELOS STOOOOOOP-

- Willow with a pitchfork is everything

- Do Willow and Gus recognize the statues of Philip and Caleb?

- Amity trying to open the cabinet I can’t-

- Vee...

- VEE’S CAMP FRIENDS WORK THE HISTORICAL CENTER

- VEE HAS A CRUSH ON THE TAROT CARD KID WE ALL CALLED IT

- Vee why are you so cute oh my god

- Vee: “You guys must’ve been friends forever :)”

- The Squad: .....

- Ok they’re literally like the new scooby doo gang solving mysteries and I love it so much.

- Also how is there Titan Blood in the human realm?

- Does Luz’s magic work now!!!???

- Also NO LUZ you DID NOT mess up that Palisman’s life! It’s just taking it’s time to figure out it’s best form! And you’re gonna LOVE IT!!!

- Ok it’s time for the masks everyone’s been talking about. Either Luz and Hunter are gonna end up just like how Caleb and Philip did, with one of them betraying the other, or they’re gonna be Caleb + Philip gone right. They have a sibling-like relationship, but they’re not gonna turn on each other, and they’re gonna kick ass.

- Secret basement go brr

- Hunter you are her brother now. You will accept.

- I DO NOT LIKE THAT SHADOW. BELOS GO TF AWAYYYYYY-

- Camila, are you okay?

- Ok so Captain Frontier being Luz’s stuff is out. It’s either Luz’s fathers, which brings back memories and trauma for Camila, or it’s Camila’s, and it represent something embarrasing/traumatic about her past.

- MoringMark predicted Azura making Luz feel guilty. He was just wrong in how it would. Still convinced he secretly works for the show.

- “I know what I have to do now.” Luz...what does that mean??????

- WHY ARE YOU ON HIM, BELOS?????

- oh my god it’s this bitch again

- It’s Halloween so it makes sense that Gus can get away with having witch ears. Everyone just thinks it’s part of his dope costume.

- “The Tale of the Brothers Wittebane” oh my fucking god it’s happening

- “Sounds like big bro got a witch girlfriend and little bro got upset, but that’s just me” No no no, you’re on to something

- Belos fuck off jfc

- Also Hunter telling Luz about the puzzle be like “Hey so your gf found a puzzle that leads to titan blood but you didn’t here that from me k sis?”

- She got attached to Azura because of her dad LISTEN-

- That’s why she cut her hair omg

- Camila is shocked that Luz plans on staying permanently. She now sees that the demon realm allowed Luz to be herself, make friends, grow, etc. She just wants Luz to be happy. That’s all she wanted for Luz.

- Luz you are a GENIUS. And Don’t you EVER forget it!!

- Ok real quick I love that Luz and Vee have grown accustomed to each other’s ways of life. Luz is using magic, a boiling isles thing, to track Hunter, and Vee is using a cell phone, a human realm thing, to track Luz. I love it.

- YEAH!! She got the magic back, BITCHES!

- It’s like the core with Marcy all over again...

- Ok first off, f u Belos for being the one to tell them Luz’s secret

- Second off, the animation is popping off again

- At first I’m like “Vee what TF are you doing???”

- But then I remembered “OH YEAH! Basilisks eat magic!!!”

- FLAPJACK YOU’LL BE OKAY

- YAS HUNTER, FIGHT HIM!!!

- FLAPJACK WASN’T OK

- BUT HUNTER IS

- Ok my theory was half-correct. The squad isn’t mad at Luz for unwillingly helping Belos.

- Also Camila going in with Luz...I just...

- Also Vee posing as Camila now. I love it.

- Vee you are Camila’s daughter and Luz’s sister now. And it looks like you’ve already accepted.

- “Aw man, Camila still has the car keys!” I can’t-

- The art during the credits is beautiful I love it

- And you’re telling me the next episode doesn’t come out until JANUARY??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

- Also forgot to mention this earlier but Luz and Amity going as Azura and Hecate was amazing.

- Also just noticed the tarot card kid’s name is Masha! And they’re non-binary! And Vee has a crush on them!!!

- Also when Belos stabbed Flapjack and said “Goodbye, Evelyn,” was he doing that since Evelyn gave Caleb Flapjack, so Flapjack was the last trace of her? Or was Evelyn somehow a part of Flapjack? Also her name hints at her being a Clawthorne (Gwendolyn, Edalyn).

[thewiscryptid]

SHE’S SO BROKEN INSIDE -- C - R - A - Z - Y !!

a reboot of my sentence starters for crazy ex girlfriend season 1 please change any pronouns/words to make it more applicable for your usage! some mature themes apply!

“This is what Happy feels like. This is what I’m supposed to feel like.”

“Why aren’t you happy?!”

“You didn’t even break skin and you inconvenienced a lot of people.”

“Remember you said that if I was in the neighborhood I should give you a buzz? Well… BUZZ!”

“I’m taking a few of these until my business cards come in, just so if anyone asks why I’m here, I can say ‘It’s for work! It’s legitimate!.”

“Because you’re pretty and you’re smart and you’re ignoring me so you’re obviously my type.”

“I’m not good for much but I do know it’s not right to hook up with a crying girl.”

“You half Italian? I can always tell.”

“He should be a search term on porn sites.”

“He made me feel warm inside— like glitter was exploding inside me.”

“I’m not in love. That would be stupid.”

“I’m crazy and I’m irrational and I’m everything my mother ever said I was.”

“If we play this right, it’s gonna hit him like a bag of nails to the balls.”

“Could we have a postmortem on the whole make out-crying situation?”

“Bras are in aisle one.”

“I’m going to gracefully exeunt and be chased….by a bear.”

“Maybe I will throw my saddle on that filly and take her for a ride around the paddock. ...Wow. Men are disgusting.”

“They spread a rumor that I slept with the English teacher! Which was totally a lie because we only did hand stuff!”

“Of course we’re friends because what other agenda could I possibly have?”

“I want to cut the silky hair right off your head and slurp it up like spaghetti.”

“We were just being cute! Cute kissing! For attention!”

“I can’t be friends with women. Everyone wants to have sex with me!”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say that telling the truth from the beginning was probably the right option.”

“Luna bars are for women. I think they have menstrual blood in them or something.”

“A true friend loves you no matter what, even if your downward dog is horrible.”

“Now, if someone pulls a gun on me, I pull out my knife!”

“Come sit on my lap like I’m Santa and listen to me—”

“Put those things away, you’re going to poke a kid’s eye out.”

“I don’t leave when there’s whiskey left.”

“It was weird and sad and kinda beautiful in a pure and unironic way.”

“You’re really starting to fit in here. That’s not a compliment.”

“She’s seriously ‘bonker balls’.”

“The last thing you need right now is a conversation with a pathological narcissist!”

“How are you? UTIs under control?”

“Hey, don’t skate sad!”

“Let’s leave the children outta here for a sec.”

“Shut up, I love that fire! It’s my favorite fire!”

“How could a guy with a man bun know what’s authentic?!”

“You took some guy home from our date and SLEPT with him? What’s WRONG with you?!”

“I make no sense and you shouldn’t waste your time on me, can’t you see that?”

“I have an IQ of 164. On the entire SAT, I only got two questions wrong and in subsequent years, those questions were removed for being misleading.”

“You are a good person. He is a good person. …. We are good person.”

“What do you want me to say, people? That she doesn’t have the softest hair? And that I don’t watch her while she sleeps? Because I do! She’s an Angel.”

“She had flyaways! I can’t have her walking around like that.”

“You know I want to turn you in so much, because you’re an actual piece of human garbage.”

“Can I get a free beer? I’m down like $10,000.”

“My parents are alive. They’re just frigid and unloving.”

“Parents love brown nosers but men? Men love a woman who looks like me.”

“Chicken soup is just gross, hot, fat water.”

“I got a tongue scraper! Things are looking hhhhhhhexcellent.”

“Look at you, old man. You loooose! You have tubes in your face!”

“You promised me a drink and I got tired of waiting.”

“It was like Pearl Harbor meets the movie Pearl Harbor.”

“Why does Netflix always want me to watch Leaving Las Vegas? Is it trying to tell me something?”

“That basset hound could benefit from a juice cleanse.”

“Twilight is only the greatest love story since Shakespeare… in Love!”

“I needed that sage to cleanse the house of evil spirits. Ghosts are obsessed with me.”

“Do I really need to tell you to not take a pill from off the bathroom floor?!”

“I’m not going to listen to you. You talk silly.”

“I’m half of him so I am half of what you hate!”

“I’m glad you stood up to me because when the Cossack’s come, I know you’ll survive!”

“I want to melt into the chair like a butter lady.”

“Get realsies with me or I’m outskies.”

“Thanks for showing my boyfriend your cervix.”

“Charm and wit is a weird name for your boobs.”

“Where am I? Who am I? Am I in the Matrix? Am I Neo?”

“If you can’t even send me a whole word, then I’m not taking my clothes off for you. At least send an emoji. A chipmunk eating a block of cheese. I get that. I’m coming over.”

“Be the boat. Don’t be the hole. Nobody likes the hole.”

“Oh, you know what people say. One person’s blackmail is another person’s love story.”

“Okay, you can sleep at the foot of my bed tonight. Like a dog. …. Please don’t look so excited.”

“Oh, I don’t like her. She looks like she orders everything on the side.”

“He looks like a Kennedy. But a sober one.”

“What’s a pretty, showered girl like you doing here?”

“I think my life is a giant turd.”

“Why doesn’t he love me? Why doesn’t anyone love me? Why am I so alone?”

“I don’t want to say I don’t like anyone as much as you … but I just said it.”

“Love does not last in my life. I’m loveless.”

“I want to haunt Hitler and make him rethink a few things.”

“She’s not just a kid! She’s your daughter, you ass!”

“Oh, come on! Let’s make bad decisions together! We could run into traffic!”

“I’m not a sourpuss. I’m pensive and deep.”

“Are we being pleasant now? Sorry. I don’t know your rules.”

“He has the flat top of a Greek God.”

“If it were any other situation, I would take off my heels, my earrings and my extensions and curb stomp you.”

“Chasing someone who isn’t into you is a terrible move.”

“You have been Single White Female-ing me since you got here.”

“I have, like, the smartest face here.”

“Boo work and life and clothing.”

“You need to realize that ‘U up?’ is text speak for ‘are you horny?’.”

“You gotta force love, everyone knows that.”

“You weirdo face, put me down!”

“You just scooped me up like a basket of muffins…— PUT ME DOWN!”

“Why is he always talking about his theater major?! I know a lot of theater majors! They don’t talk about it! They just are!”

“I appreciate you Schwarzenegger-ing out back there.”

[theg0dsyst3m]

POV : You got stood up on a date so you went out with Tohma instead

Tohma/Thoma x gn!reader (Modern AU)

a/n : how tf do you spell his name. My friend called him "good Childe" because he's not as bad as fatooy man 😀

TW/ Caps, Cursing, sadness(?)

- ❤️ -

WHEN I SAY THIS MAN IS SO FINE

He feels so bad when he's kinda happy you got stood up :(

You take out your phone and call him

Hurls insults at said person.

"Fuck them, they were trash anyways."

Then you hear his words echo, this bitch was behind you

Sighing as you held a gift in hand, all dressed up. Under the awning of a restaurant you waited 2 hours at, staring at the rain. A faint rustle was heard behind you. "Tough day, huh?" Tohma said, with a concerned chuckle. "Yeah.." you mumbled, looking away from him trying to hide the tears forming. He slings an arm around your shoulder, and began to walk. You, of course started walking too.

Your head was still pointed down, looking at your shoes splash in the rain. When you got to his car he looked around for a bit, there was no need to. But he wanted you to feel safe, "hey.. uh.. what's wrong?" he asked before mentally facepalming at himself "I-uh- I mean, let's cheer you up!". You shot him a small smile, before pointing your head out the window again. Letting out a sigh, not of anger, out of disappointment for himself. Because he couldn't make you feel better.

Then, an idea perked in his head. He cranked up the radio and put on a random Olivia Rodrigo song (Depending on who you are you either hate this or love this), Before driving out into the city streets, he nudges you slightly "cuz you said forever now I drive alone past your street" you turn your head towards him. Tohma just starts fucking screaming, windows open or not. He just wants to make you laugh "RED LIGHTS STOP SIGNS I STILL SEE YOUR FACE IN THE-" he cuts off. Hearing your light chuckle (or that thing where you blow air outta your nose that typa laugh whatever it's called) in the background. "AYYY THERES MY FAVORITE SMILE" he yells, causing you to laugh even more.

Once you arrive at his house you take off your shoes and head to the living room. Where he clicks on the TV and starts playing a random horror movie that's overly gorey. He knows he screams like a girl, Ayaka teases him for it too. But he wouldn't mind abit of embarrassment just to make you happy.

If your scared of the movie, well, he's scared with you. A jump scare happened and you hid behind him, in pure fear he screamed "IM SUPPOSED TO BE HIDING BEHIND YOU HEY-" *Cue another jump scare* "AH WHAT THE FUCK" When he flinched he nearly flattened you against the back of the couch. Sometimes he misses jumpscares just because he's staring at you but he probably has the TV on like 50 so he still gets shocked.

If you aren't scared of the movie, you might get hurt lmao. He constantly jumps on you, clings to you. And screams. Your gender does not matter he hides his face in your chest . Ear piercing screams. Sometimes they make you laugh, the other times you smack him with a pillow.

No matter which one you are, he screams at the worst moments. When there's a shot of behind the character he screams before shit even happens which either causes you to scream too or you playfully smack the back of his head and tell him to shut up.

Once it got pretty late you kinda dozed off really close to him. Tohma stared at your face for a good 2 minutes watching your body go up and down from the soft snores. Once he zoned back in he started slowly playing with your hair/ patting your head softly. You woke up midway but decided to stay 'asleep' when you heard him rambling about something. "Honestly, I can't believe they ditched you. I'm jealous of them! They don't even deserve you, you're literally the coolest person I know and I'd love to go on a date with you. >:("

You thought this would be a good time to butt in, "Well then, you could consider this a date". He nearly shrieked when he heard your voice. Then it clicked in his mind oh. He got so blushy before hugging you "DOES THIS MEAN WE'RE A THING BECAUSE IF IT IS AHHH I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I'VE LIKED YOU SINCE THE 3RD GRADE AHHJDJDJDJJD". You couldn't help but chuckle at him, you hugged him back and just stayed like that for awhile.

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Ending note - I was gonna do a thing where he lends you new clothes after your original ones got soaked, and mind you, the reason I wanted to do this fic was because of an idea of showing up with an umbrella after someone got ditched but it completely slipped my mind so aha.

[mrskurono]

Mommy || Choso + Yuji

Tag(s): Mommy Series Continued; tw:incest, tw:age gap (Yuji), mommy kink, nursing, mmf threesome, fingering, squirting/pissing, double vaginal penetration, frotting, breeding kink (kinda), dumbification, dirty talk, lewd imagery below cut

Character(s): Choso (jjk), Yuuji Itadori (jjk)

Choso loved his mother. With everything in him, he loved her.

As the oldest son was always supposed to do. He was her knight in shining armor and he wore that badge proudly. Ready to help mommy whenever she needed it. Keeping that smile on his mother’s face was more important than anything else in his world. Because his world was her.

Rightfully so the oldest taught the youngest the same thing. Yuji was diligent to his big brother. Soaking in his wisdom and making sure to always watch him carefully to know exactly what to do to keep their mom smiling. He saw it too. What Choso saw. Their mother’s smile was his world and Yuji would do anything to keep it on her face.

The exception? Only when her smile was replaced by the fucked out expression on her face.

“Ani-chan.” Yuji’s face red from ear to ear. He had been since his older brother told to hold still for their mother, “It feels-”

“It feels good I know,” Choso nodded, enthralled by the sight of his little brother’s cock disappearing into their mother’s mouth, “Otouto-chan don’t forget we’re here to make mommy feel good too.”

Breath as shaky as his resolve, Yuji finally nodded. Regretful when his cock was pulled from his mother’s warm mouth, “Mommy-”

“-let us make you feel good too-” Unable to not take the lead, Choso brushed his brother aside. Needing to catch his mother’s lips on his own. Not even caring if the taste of Yuji’s cock lingered. He craved her lips every hour of every day. When she would indulge is when he would take the most advantage of it.

Pushing her down. Both boys were on her in an instant. Yuji replacing his older brother’s lips on hers. And Choso running kisses all down her neck and shoulder. More experienced in the curves of his mother’s body, Choso intended to teach Yuji just as much about this as he did everything else in the house. Mom’s happiness was always number one.

“Touch her breasts Otouto-chan.” Choso instructed softly. One of his broad hands already kneading away at the wonderful mounds, “She likes it a lot if you pinch her nipples too.”

“Like this Ani-chan?” Yuji mimicked what he saw him do. Hands nearly as big as Choso’s. Still though the little brother wasn’t about ready to supersede his big brother.

No need for his brother’s approval. It was when their mother’s legs squeezed and she rubbed them together. Moaning as both boys touched her breasts without hesitation. Yuji was slowly understanding what Choso meant by knowing her body.

They leaned forward. Together taking her nipples in their watering mouths. Nursing at her breast like they were infants again. Yuji’s eyes closed in the heat of the moment. But Choso looked up at her with adoring eyes. No need for her to even see him. It was enough for Choso to watch his beloved mother drowned in pleasure.

To stay at her breast was selfish though. And this time was for her and her alone. Choso reluctantly pulled his lips off her breast. Nudging Yuji to do the same. He pouted but complied. Knowing his big brother knew best.

“There’s one place,” Choso smiled sweetly, “That mommy likes touched more than anything else. Would you like me to show you that?” Not even up for debate as Yuji nodded eagerly, “Good.”

Dragging his palms down her navel. Choso watched his mother react perfectly to his touch. Bucking her hips up under him until his palm came to rest on her groin. Covering all of her slightly untrimmed mound with just one big hand. Both boys got between her legs and Yuji licked his lips expectantly waiting for Choso to move his hand.

Of course when Choso pulled his hand away. It wasn’t without dragging his fingers down through his mother’s glistening folds. The tips of his fingers grazing her sensitive clit enough to make her grab at the sheets under them with a white knuckled grip.

“See.” Choso presented his went fingers to his little brother, “She likes it so much when we spoil her body that mommy makes this delicious juice for us to lick.”

“I can lick it?” Yuji’s eye lit up at the idea of it. He then got Choso pressing his fingers to his lips for a taste. No hesitation to open wide and suck their mother’s wetness from his brother’s fingers.

When Choso finally drew his fingers from his little brother’s mouth. He  noticed how wet Yuji had left them. Knowing how much mother loved to have herself stretched, he felt the honor of using Yuji’s spit this first time was well earned, “Watch.” Choso instructed. Pressing his fingers back into her core.

Yuji as hard as he could be. Noticing Choso was too. But they would wait their turn because Yuji couldn’t take his eyes off the way his brother’s first two fingers sunk knuckles deep into their mother’s cunt.

“She took them both!” Yuji leaned forward enthralled. Choso’s fingers now gone inside her and the only sign of their movement was her bucking and moaning above. Each swipe and twitch of her eldest baby’s fingers inside her caused spasms throughout her body.

Choso desperately wanted to be closer. Back in the warmth of his mother’s most private parts. His cock twitching with anticipation at the thought of his cock filling his mommy’s pretty cunny with his seed as he always did. Still though he had to wait.

“Put your mouth here,” Choso pointed at the budding clit peaking out of the woman’s folds, “Mom loves to have it sucked. It’s supposed to feel even better than your penis in her mouth.”

Little Yuji’s eyes wide he inhaled the musky scent of the juices being stirred up by his big brother’s fingers, “What is it...?”

“That’s her clit,” Choso smiled sweetly, slipping another finger in to the two already in her, “Suck mommy’s clit and she’ll give you something.”

At the idea of a reward, Yuji was eager and quick to latch his lips onto the bud. Slick and slimy in his mouth from the gush of juices. He wasted no time swiping his tongue around and slipping just the tip of his tongue up under the hood of her clit to see what exactly it was Choso said was a reward.

Neither hand to wait long. Between Choso’s three fingers stuffed in their mommy’s cunt. And Yuji’s nursing of her clit. He got to see first hand the body wracking orgasm take over their normally quiet mom. To really drive it home Choso pressed his free hand hard onto her stomach and Yuji’s eyes popped open when he saw the golden spray gush over his brother’s hand.

Thick and muskier than before. When she finally stopped squirming under them. And Yuji took his lips from her swollen clit. He was even more excited, “What was that??”

“Mommy’s specials pee,” Choso still didn’t remove his fingers after his mother’s gift to him, “It means we made her feel good. Here-” He moved over a bit, “Put your fingers in here with me to see what her insides feel like heaven.”

“Won’t it be too much?” Yuji asked, already seeing her twitch around Choso’s three fingers.

“We have to stretch her out so she feels good when we show her how much we love her.” He insisted.

Under his big brother’s directions. Yuji tentatively put a finger against the slick pooling in his brother’s palm. Gathering enough of it that when he pushed in alongside Choso’s fingers. Yuji was met with only a little resistance. Instantly getting the gratification of his mother’s warm wet cunt walls swallowing him up. It was obvious on his face as Choso chuckled at him.

“We came outta here??” Yuji said almost not believing something so wonderful could push a human out of it.

“We did and it feels so much better being back inside too.” Choso mused with a soft smile. His eyes locked in on the sight of four fingers violating his mother’s cunt. Encouraging Yuji to add another after he saw her creaming around their combined effort.

The lovely sight of both of them massaging her entrance until it was gaping. Like her walls wanted to suck their fingers back in. All Choso could focus on was the aching strain in his cock as he longed to be back inside her. It wasn’t until Yuji had another three of his fingers paired with Choso’s three did he think she was finally stretched enough.

“Since this is your first time making mommy happy,” Choso slowly drew his fingers from his mother’s now gaping cunt, “You can be behind her and follow my lead Otouto-chan.”  

“Behind here?” Yuji still a little dazed from just the way his fingers felt inside his mother, “Where do you go?”

Choso smiled and leaned down to kiss his mother’s navel, “I go under her, as the oldest I’ll always be the one to support mother.”

Excited by what this meant. Yuji was little help in getting into position. What he did help with was when their mother was on top of Choso. Able to hook his hands in her hips the strong little brother hefted his mother up so she was on her knees. Choso praised him for his gentle touch. Reminding him that mother was to be cherished and always shown a soft loving touch.

“Do we take turns? Or...?” Yuji was unsure as he looked at his mother’s twitching cunt spasm around nothing. The way he wanted to bury his cock in her was unreal. So warm and soft as he thought about what he felt around his fingers just now. Desiring nothing more than to be back where Choso said he came from.

Choso, who didn’t get his mother on top of him without kissing her tenderly as he cupped her face. Ended the kiss only after tucking his wonderful mother’s face against his chest and reaching down to gently grab her ass, “We can together. She would very much love that. Having both her boys back where we came from.”

Under close instructions, Yuji sat back on his haunches, cock in hand. Pumping himself slowly as he watched his big brother. Choso very gently swiped his cock up his mother’s slit. Wetting his tip with the slick glistening off her lips. Earning but a meager moan when the tip of his cock grazed her clit. Yuji watched enthralled as that simple motion made her entrance twitch like there was something in her. Only to be followed by Choso pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance.

Slowly and carefully he urged their mother onto his entire length. Just as his fingers had disappeared. Now every inch of his cock was hidden within the twitching walls of their mother’s cunt.

“How....does it feel?” Yuji leaned forward, feverishly squeezing his cock trying not to cum yet as precum oozed from his swollen tip.

An audible sigh from Choso. Like his entire body relaxed. With long arms coming up around to hug their mother close to his body, Choso pressed his lips to the side of her head just to take a deep breath. Filling his senses completely. Sweet floral scent of her hair. Warmth of her skin. And the way her squishy walls sucked more of his cock in. Like her body wanted more of him. Choso hated this was all he could give her but still reveled in every second of it.

“Like heaven,” Choso murmured. Soaking in the pleasure just for a moment before returning to his big brother duties.

As he had said, Choso intended to guide Yuji through this just as he started. Letting go of the hug held on the woman. He thrusted up a little to get her to stay on her knees a little more. Not without the guttural moan that left her lips that made both boy’s breathing catch in their chests. Nothing was as beautiful as that lewd noise. Even Choso hearing it a thousand times couldn’t stop loving it. He had a duty though and needed to focus.

“Here,” Choso’s hands returned to their mother’s ass, “Just like your fingers, press yourself into her slowly so mommy can adjust.”

Finally given the signal he was waiting for. Yuji lined his hips up with his mother’s. Smearing his precum along her slit and the underside of Choso’s cock as much as he was wetting his cock down with her juices. When he thought he was sufficently wet enough, Yuji pressed the tip of his cock against his brother’s larger one and the tightness of his mother’s entrance.

“It’s too tight...” Yuji met some resistance and was unsure how far to go.

“Keep pushing,” Choso encouraged, “I’ve got her so everything is alright.”

With his approval Yuji pressed much harder into his mother’s core until there was almost a pop. And suddenly his tip was swallowed up with the warm of her core swallowing him and the surprisingly pleasant sensation of his brother’s cock rubbing against his own.

Reminded not to wait too long. Choso told Yuji to press all the way into her so she could adjust properly. So his little brother did just that. Stuffing his cock inside his mother’s overstretched pussy. Tighter than anything he felt with his fingers. Yuji for a split second wondered if he was loosing his mind with how tight and warm his mother’s most intimate part felt around his cock. Taking a moment even as he put his hands on her hips and just bowed his head trying to compose himself.

“T-Tight-” Was all Yuji could manage.

A deep hum in his chest while Choso nodded in agreement. He knew how good the walls of his mother’s cunt felt. What he hadn’t bargained for was how amazing his little brother’s cock would feel grinding against his own inside those pleasurable walls.

“Move slowly-” Choso groaned, unable to finish his entire sentence before Yuji pulled back to thrust his cock in along side his brothers.

Their mother a quivering mess under them as her juices leaked around both her boy’s cocks.

“I’m in mom’s pretty cunt-” Yuji hardly could get half a stroke in from the tightness, “Back where I came from- Fuck- ani-chan you were so right.” He swallowed hard as the sensation of their mother’s walls fluttered around him in the unknown sensation of one of her orgasms, “I wanna fuck mommy’s pretty little cunt all the time. I wanna go back from where I came ani-chan.”

Smiling to himself, Choso had wrapped his arms around his mother once more. Introducing his own in timed strokes with his little brother’s. When Yuji would pull out is when Choso would push in. Leaving no second their mother wasn’t full of her boy’s cocks going in and out of her. And the grinding of their own dicks against one another was a sensation totally new and wonderful.

The way Yuji’s balls slapped against the underside of Choso’s cock with each rut into their mother. And Choso’s thick cock head grinding against Yuji’s as his big brother thrusted back into her. It was so much and so wonderful that both boys were guilty of forgetting their mother’s pleasure in leu of their own.

That was ok though. With both boy’s inside her. Pressing places she never knew she had and stretching her out more than anything. Their mother was a bundle of nerves cumming over and over again on her boys cocks. Soon becoming numb as they fucked another orgasm out of her. Dumb and drooling on top of her eldest. It really was Choso’s job to hold his mother up until both of them gave her their gifts.

"Ani-can-" Yuji's voice cracked. Giving it away he wasn't going to last much longer, "Ani-chan I'm gonna-"

"Give mommy all of it-" Choso grunted. Forceful thrusts up into their mother's cunt to push her back onto his brother's cock. Just as his own orgasm was coming up quicker than he anticipated, "Give mommy your all, love her with all of you."

A pleasurable cry, Yuji's toes curling and hips rutting into their mother, he slammed his cock as deep as possible into her. Giving into the warmth of his mother's cunt as Yuji's cum spilled inside her. Seeping into her deepest parts. Spilling onto his big brother's cock as well. Yuji's moans filled the room as his twitching orgasm was drawn out by his cock being milked dry by her cunt.

Just as the tightest did him in. When Yuji's cum spread into her deepest parts. And Choso could feel then slippery wetness of his brother's seed coating his cock along with his mother's juices as well. It was too much even for the oldest brother.

Choso pressed his lips against his mother's. Disregarding her hardly aware enough to kiss him back. It didn't matter Choso groaned against her lips and jolted his hips hard up against his mother's. Washed over once and for all with the familiar warmth taking over him. Cock spasming in his mother's warmth and against his brother's. Choso added his load to the mixture all at once.

Finally when both boys came down from their high. It was Yuji to slip out of his mother. A small flood of cum following him. But not all of it as Choso's cock remained buried inside her. And where it would stay as Choso eased his mother's weary body down against his own. Holding her close as he wasn't sure if she'd passed out or not finally. He kissed the side of her head and stroked her hair gently as he savored the feeling of his and Yuji's cum still inside their mother. A gift so intimate he wished never to have to pull out.

"We get to do that with mom again?" Yuji asked with a twinge of excitement even if he was laid out next to them catching his breath.

Smiling to himself. Hearing how enthusiastic his little brother was. Choso knew if the day ever came he needed someone else to watch after their mother. That Yuji would indeed do him proud.

"Of course we do," Choso muttered into his mother's hair. Holding her to him as his cock softened inside her, "It's our duty as her sons to love her with everything we have. Always."

[jean-kayak]

Crazy Coincidence

Summary: Of course, the guys that you sleep with all know each other

Pairing: Seijoh 4 x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), fivesome, implied anal fingering, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, blowjob, face fucking, it’s literally just filth with like little plot LMFAO

Word Count: 2785

A/N: Y’ALL, i do NOT know where this came from, but please I hope you enjoy this lmaooo, and yes i did have reader penetrated with the biggest and thickest dicks out of the seijoh 4 at the same time, no i will not debate this

"Four guys in a month and a half? I'm proud of you," your friend compliments, as you lean back in your chair.

"Thank you, thank you," you boast, shrugging your shoulders. "I try."

You both exchange a quiet chuckle in the bustling cafe you're currently sitting in. It's about a mile from the end of campus, kids coming here to take a break, study, or stress themselves out with exams, but you both enjoy the atmosphere and find yourselves here more than once a week.

You continue to talk to her, and you glance at the door when you hear the bell on it ring, and your heart drops. "We should go," you say, quickly, and your friend frowns at you.

"Why what's wrong?" she asks as you tilt your head away from the door, now regretting sitting right next to the door.

"Nothing, nothing. I just think we should get out of here. You said you wanted to go to that park, right?" you rush out, hoping that she won't question your urgency again. Your head tilts further down, your neck at a weird angle as you find yourself staring at the pastel-colored wall.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You grimace for a second before you turn your head. "Iwaizumi! Funny seeing you here," you say awkwardly as you try not to focus on the other three guys that he walked in with that he seemed really friendly with.

He chuckles softly. "We usually come here for a break from homework," he tells you, and you nod, praying that his friends don't turn around.

"Yeah, same here," you reply, gesturing to your friend as you start to stand. "And we were just leaving. You know, got a lot of studying to do," you try, hoping that she gets the message.

"y/n?" You freeze mid-squat as you grimace again, another familiar face coming into view, the guy standing next to Iwaizumi.

"How ya doing, Makki?" you say painfully as you give him a strained smile. You glance at your friend, who has the most confused look on her face.

"You know her?" Iwaizumi asks, and Makki scoffs.

"Do I know her? She--"

"Was just leaving," you cut him off as you fully stand. "We really should get going," you urge, you wave your hand, hoping that your friend is packing up her stuff.

You let out a pained grunt when you hear someone call your name. Again. "Oikawa," you acknowledge, your voice full of feigned delight but majorly underlining with stress. "Hey," you add stiffly, the first two boys looking between you and him with a questioning look.

"How you been?" he asks, and you nod, sucking on your teeth.

"I've been good. You know, just got a lot of work to do, so I'm just gonna slide on outta here," you try again, and you barely get a step away from the table.

"y/n." Your eyes widen as you turn to him, feigning surprise.

"Issei! Wow, that's so crazy," you breathe as you hold your hands out.

"You know her too?" Iwaizumi asks, his voice in disbelief, and you cringe.

"Yeah, we--"

"Really need to get going," you push, quickly grabbing your friend's arm and yanking her out of her seat as you grab her stuff, grateful that no one is paying attention to what's happening. "It was nice to see you guys again. Uh, hope you enjoy what you ordered," you finish with an uneasy chuckle before practically pulling your friend out of the door.

"What the hell?!" she asks when you get a little ways away from the cafe. "Don't tell me those were the guys."

"I didn't know they knew each other!" you argue, rubbing a hand over your forehead. "How was I supposed to know?!"

You check behind you as you run a hand over your hair as your friend scoffs. "Well, this just got a lot more complicated."

A knock on your door pulls you from your studying, and you're thankful for the break because you were sure you were gonna pull your hair out in the next five minutes. You nearly slam the door closed when you see who's standing on the other side of it.

"Issei? What brings you here?" you ask, doing your best to mask your nervousness.

"Your roommate here?"

You shake your head. "No, no. She, uh, won't be back until around 7," you respond, your hand still gripping the door, another excuse about to leave your mouth when he cuts you off.

"Cool if we hang out?"

You frown. "We?"

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of his friends appear, all of them brushing past you to walk in, and your mouth falls open slightly. You close the door before you turn to face them as you swallow thickly.

"Nice apartment you got," Mattsun comments, and you nod softly as you glance at the floor.

"Thanks," you respond, the air making you feel like you can't breathe. "You guys just wanted to hang out?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of four pairs of eyes staring at you.

They all release a huff as they glance at each other, their eyes never leaving you for long. "What do you think?" Makki says, and you shrug weakly. "We can skip all this stuff and just go to your room."

You bite your lip as you lead them to your room, even though they already know where it is because they've all been here before, and you mentally curse yourself but at the same. You didn't know they knew each other.

You walk into your room, hearing the door close softly before you turn around. "No need to be so tense, sweetheart. We're all pretty familiar with each other, right?" Oikawa says, and you try to relax your shoulders as you rub your arm.

"So, what do you guys--"

"You can sit on the bed," Iwaizumi cuts in, and you feel your face heat up as he smirks at how quickly you followed the order. "Oikawa, you want to do the honors?"

"Already on it," he says after he chuckles, already walking towards you before he even finishes talking. He grins when you look up at him, your eyes wide with a feigned innocence as you anticipate what's next. "Do you want to keep going?"

You find yourself nodding your head faster than you wanted to, but you can't even try to deny how your body seems to be humming right now. "Yes."

And his grin widens. "Strip." You slowly strip your shirt off, feeling the air shift when your bare chest is exposed, your nipples hardening at the chill air. Your leggings and underwear are next, Iwaizumi moving towards you once they hit the floor.

"Show them how soaked you are," Iwaizumi starts. "Go on." Your head drops slightly as you slowly spread your legs, and you glance up through your eyelashes to see both Makki and Mattsun smirking as Makki palms himself through his shorts.

Oikawa climbs on the bed behind you before him and Iwaizumi move you higher up on the bed. Tooru's hands coming up to rub over your shoulders. "What do you wanna do, Iwa?" he asks, his hands coming down to squeeze at your breasts, making you squirm slightly.

"Gotta stretch her out first, right? She's got a lot to take," Iwaizumi says, slowly falling to his knees. He spreads your legs further to accommodate his wide shoulders, and his hands dig into your thighs when they jolt, his tongue lapping at your labia feverishly.

Your hands grip your sheets as his tongue circles at your clit while his fingers work their way inside with ease. As he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, Oikawa fondles your nipples, pinching and pulling at them as he kisses down your neck and over your shoulders.

You lean back into him, and he leans down to kiss you softly, his tongue licking over your bottom lip for permission, and you gladly let him in, moaning quietly when he deepens the kiss. You're starting to have a hard time keeping up with it the more Iwaizumi curls his fingers inside of you.

When you start panting into Oikawa's mouth, he moves back down to your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin, leaving no part untouched. Your moans are getting louder, bouncing off the walls of your room, and as you feel your orgasm approaching, your legs start to close, the muscles trembling softly.

Oikawa stops his strokes on your nipple to grab one of your legs, keeping you spread as Hajime holds the other. "Is our little fucktoy gonna cum?" Oikawa whispers in your ear, and all you can do is nod quickly, letting out a high-pitched whine as your back arches.

"Iwa--" You don't have the chance to finish his name because you're cumming hard, Oikawa having to hold your waist as your back arches, even more, Iwaizumi finger fucking you through it and lapping up your release.

You squirm at the overstimulation until he's pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth as your chest heaves. You can barely hold yourself up when Oikawa moves out from behind you, fatigue already starting to catch up to you, but then Makki and Mattsun are walking towards you as the other boys move over.

"You're not tiring on us now, are you?" Hanamaki teases, climbing onto the bed behind you as Issei pushes you over. You shake your head as you watch Mattsun lay down on his back, his eyebrows raised in your direction in expectancy, and you frown at him softly before sitting up.

He pulls one of your legs towards him, and you finally understand what he wants you to do. You shakily swing your leg over him, your cunt hovering right above his face, and you don't even get a second to steady yourself before he's pulling you down towards his mouth.

A hand falls forward on the bed to brace yourself as you moan at the feeling of him basically making out with your still sensitive core. You feel a hand under your chin, guiding your face upwards, your eyes meeting Makki's eyes dark with lust.

His eyes glance down at the bulge in his shorts, and to the best of your ability, you manage to get them down his thighs along with his underwear, his dick smacking his abdomen. You find it hard to look anywhere else but at the dark red tip, dripping with precum.

You guide him into your mouth, your moans vibrating around him making him groan loudly as his hand comes to rest on your head. It's not long before he's fucking your throat, one of your hands digging into his thigh while your other tangles in the curly locks on Matsukawa's head.

You're drooling around Makki's length as the sounds you can't help but make slip out around him, tears forming in your eyes. "You're such a fucking slut," Makki groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels that knot building up at the base of his spine.

You can only whimper in response as you grind against Issei's face as best as you can with the grip he has on you, and your throat constricting around the head of his dick when you gag is what sends Hiro over the edge, his thigh tensing against your hand as he shoots down your throat.

His breathing is heavy as he pulls out, releasing his grip on your hair as your moans become audible due to your mouth being empty. You can't even think of speaking as you ride his face like a whore, your body shuddering with overstimulation as your next orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You throw your head back, riding out your high, and you slump over as you slow to a stop, having a hard time moving your body. Mattsun has to lift your leg in order to get out from under you, and he moves off the bed as Oikawa replaces him. You blink through tears, seeing Hanamaki laying on his back, his dick still hard as a rock.

Oikawa comes up behind you, his hands rubbing over your body soothingly. "You got another one for us, don't you?" he coos, and your body has a mind of his own as you crawl over to him, once again shakily straddling him. His hands find your hips as you sink down on him, and he releases a low moan as you bite your lip, muffling your whimper.

You feel Oikawa's hands steadying themselves on your back, and you look up to see him straddling Makki behind you, and you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "Feeling so good, you didn't feel Mattsun prepping you earlier, did you?" he says at the same time he runs a finger over your stretched-out hole. He lines himself up, his hand pushing you forward slightly. "You ready?"

You nod your head quickly, your nails digging in Makki's side at the intrusion. "Breathe, baby, there you go," Oikawa murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your back softly. He bites his lip as he slowly sinks into you, groaning loudly when he bottoms out.

Makki's hands run over your thighs simultaneously with Oikawa's hands on your back, both of them waiting for your okay, and you let your body go limp when you give them a quick nod. Oikawa moves first, his thrusts making Makki hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let out pitiful whimpers as your hands grip onto Oikawa's wrists.

Makki groans as you clench around him, both of you reaching your climax faster due to having already cum not too long ago. He bucks up into your tight heat, and the only thing you can think about is the continuous stream of pleasure that's flowing through your veins.

You're hearing words come from both of them, but you can't focus on it, the blood rushing through your ears so heavily as that you can't even hear yourself scream as your third orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Both men groan when you clench around them before they shoot their seed into you.

You wince softly as Oikawa pulls out slowly, the sounds filling the room are ragged breathing and bodies sliding across the mattress. You can register Makki's cum dripping down your legs, joining the huge amount of slick that's accumulated on your thighs.

You see Mattsun rest against your headboard, pulling you towards him softly by your arm, his massive length standing tall as Iwaizumi crowds behind you, his erection digging into your ass. "You got one more, baby, I know you do," Iwaizumi says, helping you slowly sink down onto Issei, and your head falls against his as you're filled once again.

You hear something like a cap opening, but you barely pick up on it, and you jolt gently when you feel something cold prodding at your hole. "Just relax for me, okay?" Hajime whispers, resting his head against yours, putting his hands onto your hips as he guides himself into your already occupied hole.

Your mouth drops open as your eyelids close, your eyes rolling back at you feel even fuller than you've ever felt before. You let out a weak whine as more tears form in your eyes, and if your body didn't move before, it definitely didn't move now. You're practically chest to chest with Issei as Iwaizumi groans into your neck as they both start moving in and out of your slowly.

Your nerve endings are on end, probably shot by this point, but you're moaning anyway, your hands digging into one of their arms as you cum almost instantly, having not one but two dicks hammering your g-spot. Both men follow right after you, groans coming from in front of you as moans come from behind you.

The last thing you can feel before they pull out is their seed coating your walls, leaving a gushing mess seeping out of you, your stretched out hole clenching around nothing. You can hear shuffling around you as you flop onto your bed, the soreness between your legs throbbing as you feel them cleaning you up.

You hear the door open, and you barely lift your head up to see them heading towards the door. "We're gonna go get some food," Makki tells you.

"So, you better rest up 'cause we're nowhere near done yet," Mattsun finishes before they all walk out.

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