#ya gorl is going through ~it~

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Love Actually, 2003

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: Ya gorl is goin THROUGH IT right neyow but at least I’ve got littlest pet shops to cheer me up

There was no way in hell Jim was gonna wear a tie. Actually, there was no way in hell he was going to wear anything but jeans, but for you, he puts on one of his more relaxed shirts, the one you really like with the green and pink, the one you always say turns you on because it fits him so perfectly. Yeah, that one’s perfect. 

He knows you’re in the bathroom stressing, trying to get your hair just right, and your makeup perfect. It’s not every day you introduce your boyfriend to your family, your older boyfriend, your older boyfriend who’s the Chief of Police…. This is gonna be fun. 

He comes to lean in the doorway. You’re dressed appropriately—sorta. You’ve got on a pretty red dress. It hugs your body tightly. It was soft and silky, and he’d never seen it before now. You wanted it to be a surprise. The straps are working double time to keep you in place, and his mind wanders to the thoughts of you possibly not wearing a bra.

“You’re staring” You smirk as you finish your mascara and stand up straight to look at him, even in the matching red heels you’re nowhere near as tall as he is. 

“You look beautiful” 

You blush and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He slides his hands over your curves and holds you close to him, his hands settling home on your hips.

“You have to change,” You tell him as he bends down, and nuzzles his nose against yours. “Please, you- you have to put on something different” 

“This is the best you’re getting out of me” He kisses you softly, avoiding messing up your makeup because he knows you’ll kill him. You melt into his arms, enjoying his large hands on your body, and look up at him.

“Bet I can convince you to wear the shirt I bought you” 

“Bet you fuckin’ can’t” He smirks and you give him a sneaky little look before turning back to grab your phone from the counter. You look at the time and grin wickedly at him 

“You really wanna bet? Because you will be in that shirt” 

“Do your worst baby girl, I bet I won’t be. There’s no way in hell you’re getting me into a button up”

You step out of your heels and come over to him, holding the front of his shirt in your small hands, if there’s one thing you know about your boyfriend, he’s got one hell of a size kink. 

“Please will you…w-will you-“ You hesitate, biting your lip nervously and he cups your face, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks 

“Use your words baby girl” He coaxes you, leaning forward and kissing your forehead softly. You squirm a little, wringing your hands, and look back up at him.

“I- I need you inside me so badly Daddy, I can’t stop thinking about you filling me over and over again. We’ve been so busy getting ready and I’ve been so nervous about all of this” 

Jim's heart races at your pleading, his cock twitching in his jeans. He loves seeing you like this, so desperate and needy for him.

"Fuck, you're good at this," he groans irritably, his hands moving to grip your hips, and you giggle a little, before straightening your face again, your lip wobbling. 

He pulls you flush against him, grinding his hardening bulge against you. "You want Daddy's cum inside you, filling you up? Gonna make you walk around all day with my cum in your panties” 

He reaches down, lifting you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You hold his face, kissing him as he walks you over to the bed and lays you back gently. His hands slide down your thighs as he pulls away from the kiss and he reaches for your zipper, pulling it down and helping you out of your dress, he lays it aside nicely, making sure to keep it wrinkle-free free and you smile. 

“Good boy” 

“I try” 

He growls as he pulls your hips down to the end of the bed, grinding his clothed cock into you. He can see the little wet patch on the front of your panties and it just serves to drive him wild. He unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor with his boxers as he pulls his cock out, stroking it slowly before tapping your wet panties. He pulls them back and slides his cock over your folds, grinding into you. 

Your breath hitches and you let your head fall back as you spread your legs. 

“P-please” You beg and he looks at you, watching your flushed body panting 

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate” 

You squeak as he grabs your panties, unnecessarily ripping them off your body, he knows you’re not mad by the way your eyes glaze over. He nods to the ceiling and you look upwards at the mirrors above your shared bed, he’d installed those months ago after the first time he’d fucked you at the counter in the bathroom in front of that mirror. 

"Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when I’m tasting you” 

He sinks to his knees, settling between your thighs. His hands spread you open and he leans in, his tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe up your slit before burying his face between your legs like a man starving. 

“Tastes so fucking good” 

He looks up at you, watching you staring at the mirror in awe. Your hands are on your body, kneading your breasts and running your fingers over your nipples in time with his tongue on your clit. 

“So proud of you baby girl, look at you turned on by your gorgeous body” His hips grind into the bed as he speaks, groaning deeply against your clit before diving back in. He sucks on it, and you push his face in closer, using him to get off, your breath coming out in short little pants.

“Cum for me, baby, I wanna feel you come all over my face." He sucks hard on your clit, biting down gently, and you lose it, your body arching off the bed as you grind into his face, your thighs shake around his head as he greedily laps up your juices, not wasting a single drop. He grips your hips tighter as you try to push him away, keeping his mouth over your spasming pussy. 

He gives your pussy one last kiss before finally pulling away and nuzzling his face into your thigh. 

“You ready for the main event?” He stands up, stroking his cock a few times before tapping your clit with it. You whine and try to shut your legs but he holds them open, rubbing his dick between your puffy folds.

“I-I’m ready, please Daddy I need you”

Jim’s heart races at your desperate plea, and his cock twitches in anticipation. He can't hold back any longer, he needs to be inside you, claiming you and marking you for everyone to see

"Fuck, baby, I need you too," he groans just as desperately as you had, sinking into your heat, inch by delicious inch. "Need to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock."

He bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried deep inside you. 

"Shit, you feel so good. So fucking perfect."

He starts to move, slow and deep at first, savoring the feel of you, the way you clench around him. He keeps his pace steady, pulling out all the way and then slamming back into you, it’s slow and lazy compared to the way he was eating you out. His head falls forward, rolling his hips a little with each thrust as he thoroughly enjoys the way you wrap around him. 

He grips your hips, lifting them a little as he starts to speed up, that primal urge to fuck you senselessly taking over. The way he starts to pound in you is downright animalistic, he moans with you, the bed creaking underneath you with each rough snap of his hips. 

“Jesus fuck that’s it Daddy, deeper, please fuck deeper” 

You reach out for him, pulling him tight against your chest so he can thrust deeper into you, you cry out his name, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist just trying to hold onto him as he fucks you into the mattress.

He kisses you messily, all tongue and teeth as he growls into your mouth, and grabs your legs from around his waist, shoving your legs all the way up to your chest. He makes you hold them as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around the room. 

“You ready for my cum baby girl? You ready to be overflowing with Daddy’s seed? Gonna make you wear it to the party too, want my fucking scent all over you, my perfect little breeding bitch” 

The hot coil in your belly snaps again before you even know what’s happening and you cum harder than you’d already had, you let out a strangled moan, laughing deliriously as you cum around him, squirting all over his cock, he pulls out, letting it splash on his legs before slamming right back in. 

He pushes himself deep with a loud moan, his cock pulsing, his seed shooting deep inside you, painting your walls, claiming you, marking you as his. He growls as he holds his hips flush against yours.

"Fuck, fuck. Take it, baby. Take Daddy's cum like a good slut”  

He lets your legs go and collapses back on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his cock still twitching inside you, pumping every last drop into your poor pussy.

You gingerly wrap your arms around his neck and he rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so you can cuddle into him, and that’s what you do immediately. 

“Jesus I love you” he pants. 

“That was sinfully good” You giggle, and he chuckles breathlessly, kissing your neck as you mumble that you love him too. 

“Personally? Feel like it was one of our best.” 

You nod sleepily agreeing with him as you settle into his arms and he pats your bare butt. 

“Ah-ah-ah no naps now baby girl, we have a party to get to… and I have a shirt to iron.” 

[pr1ncessar1]

Gyaru Animes and Mangas to watch/read

Super Gals

Okay!! OKAYY!! Starting off with an strong one!! We all know and love her. Ofc its Super Gals. If you were to ask any gal of what anime to watch when starting off your gyaru journey, its most likely going to be Super Gals.

A lighthearted anime following the adventures and life lessons with Ran and her friends. A confident gal who knows what she wants and will not let anything stop her from getting it. Throughout the show you’ll see her defending her turf in Shibuya, battling rivals, trying to make through school, and even find true love fufu~

But, most importantly I cannot forget the classic “Gal Lingo Class For Good Kids” Its a bunch of fun lingo and vocabulary to add in your sentences. Every gal should know it!

“Buzz off Carried!!!”

“Big surprise ,she was dressed all Mat Gal! Wild huh?”

“She’s way Crushed On Otohata”

(A common one that eveyone should know but still felt like adding it)

Every gyaru(o) should watch Super Gals, thats an Iron Clad Rule!!

🌺

Hime Gal Paradise

This one is for all my hime Gals!! This beauty starts off with a “Plain Jane” named Himeko. A quiet girl who doesn’t fit in with all the other girls at her school (which is filled with majority gyarus along with being an all girls school) . Then all of a sudden a beautiful and bodacious Hime Gal appears, but suprise surprise, its a boy!??? Whaaaa??

Tochiotome, who believes gender should not hold back on fashion and that anyone should be wear what they want, helps Himeko become the princess she truly is (even though her own attempts look a lil silly sometimes).

He is absolutely gorgeous in his outffits and is very creative, a trendsetter even! Even when out of gal, he looks charming and everyone knows that! Chō Shibuya High School is filled with such fun characters and funny moments.

It evens give lil tips and tricks to upgrade an outffit from an flat zero to a HUNDRED. Who knew who can turn a simple cute lil hair tie to a ring.

But of course, there cant be only ONE gorgeous gal in this town. Everyone LOE AND BEHOLD, MASUMII!!! Yes, I am being biased BUT to be fair she is Tochio’s rival when it comes down to fashion contests and who can decoden a hamburger better.

Idk if its the lack of subtitles on youtube but I really do enjoy when rivals can sometimes get along and dance parapara together. Like yeah were totally going to see who has the better co*de but not before we dance to Suspira first!!

Anywayss!! The first four eps can be found on youtube, theyre short too. I have noo idea where to find the rest, so im warning you now. BUT dont let that stop you from watching this goldmine of an anime.

☕️

Super Baby

AUGHH THIS MANGA IS SO CUTE!! A heartwarming story of a country side Yamamba gal, Tamao, who moves to tokyo to pursue her dreams. Strapped for cash, she finds a job at Machido 109. Not only did she find a place to work but she also finds her lover!! An unappealing boring looking guy at first glace, but hey! Looks arnt everything people.

Its honestly adorable of how much effort these two put into a relationship. While reading it I deff was angry at some characters , especially a certain sister cough cough.

I forgot to mention that Tamao style changes from Yamanba to more of an Onee gyaru. Dont fret! She still has her long nails, lavish lashes and her tan skin.I wish I can show you her fits along side her bestie, but ya gorl can only show so many pics. (＃`Д´)

I havent finished reading it, as you can tell by the shorter description, but its def worth to read if you want to get cozy somewhere. Im pretty sure I reposted somee stuff on this manga too.

Ughh their relationship makes me so jelly

＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／

🛍️

Temptation of Shiro Gal and Kuro Gal

WAITTT!!I KNOW THE COVER IMAGE LOOK REALLYY WEIRD BUT I PROMISE ITS NOT. Trust me please

(゜ロ゜)

The manga mainly follow three people. Rei, the shiro gal and Naro, the kuro gal. Along with their classmate “Otaku-kun” whose always involved in one thing or another. When first reading you would think that Rei and Naro would be seducing OtakuKun, surprisingly not. If anything, he seems more like a wing man.

The situation is the complete opposite of what you might think. Naro actually has a crush on Rei! Woww!! So if you enjoy YURI OR ANYTHING SAPPHIC, Im pretty sure youll enjoy this read. Naro is soo cute whenver she interacts with Rei. All three of them are such cuties.

Throughout the manga so far, Naro trys many ways and overcomes obstacles to get closer to Rei. Its funny how OtakuKun approaches the situations too. He totally the type to be like “hey I cant do this event with you right now BUT I KNOW WHO CANN” and then just pulls out Naro.

📔

HONORABLE MENTION

ChocoMimi

A comic about two fashionable besties expanding their friendship, funny stories and develop crushes too! I wanted to add this adorable comic here because I feel like it help someone.

The two girls, Choco and Mimi. Choco who is more serious and reliable and Mimi who is silly and spoiled. Its not mainly focused on fashion but it does play a role in the comic.

Choco who likes to wear American fashion. I feel like her outfits would help someone who likes to wear amekagi and Choco with hime gyaru. Im pretty sure you can get some good inspo off their outffits, because I know I did.

Theyre not gyaru but It felt needed 💖

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt 6

Summary: Scout shows off his girl

word count: 754

Warnings: A little smut

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The next day you two wake up still holding each other. Scout’s back is bright red and sore, and your hips are thoroughly spent.

Scout looks at the time. “Shit doll I gotta go to work.”

You groan in disapproval.

“I know, I don’t wanna go either.” Scout starts rounding up his clothes that were spread out this the house through the night, till he gets to his pants. “Fuck they’re covered in cum! What the fuck am I supposed to wear?”

“I might have something.” You get up and look through your drawer. “Bad news. I have shorts but..” You hold up a pair of pink booty shorts.

“What!? I can’t wear those, the guys will laugh at me!”

“Well its either that or walk around with a huge cum stain.”

“Shit.”

Scout puts on the shorts and puts his pants in a bag. He kisses you goodbye and reluctantly drives to work. Scout pulls into the base’s parking lot and quickly runs in.

He tip toes around till he realizes he has to walk through the commons before getting to his room.

“Fuck.” He whispers to himself.

He decides he will run as fast as he can by everyone but before he can, Heavy walks out and sees him. “Ha! Da Scout is wearing letal gorl clothes!”

Everyone else rushed out to come see.

“Didnt know you where a cross dresser.” The Engineer says making everyone laugh.

“WHY ARE YOU WEARING GIRL CLOTHES YOU SISSY!” Soldier yells in his face.

“You know what fuck you guys. I happen to be wearing this because my girl cum got on the other!”

Everyone goes silent for a moment, before busting up laughing.

“Ya right pal.” Says Sniper not believing a word be says.

“You know what!” Scout pulls out the pants. “Look at this.”

“Letal boy probably just came in his pants!” Says Heavy, and everyone starts laughing again.

“You know what I’ll bring my girl by and fuck her in front of all of you.”

Medic whispers into spys ear. “I bet you 20 bucks he’s lying.”

“Fuck you guys im gonna call her right now.” Scout diales your number and put you on speaker.

“Hey babe whats up.”

“These assholes at my work don’t believe I have a sexy, beautiful, smart and funny girlfriend.” He glares at the team. “Can you come down so I can teach them a lesson.”

“Um ya I guess I can come. I’ll be there in 10.” You hang up the phone.

“Now i’m gonna go change my pants.” Scout storms out.

“I guess he does have a partner.” says medic

“I bet shes a pig.” Spy retorts. Everyone starts laughing and goes back to the commons.

A little while later you show up and Scout walks you to the rest of the team. “Hi i’m y/n.” You smile warmly.

Everyone’s jaw drops in awe at your beauty.

“See I told you bitches I had a girl. Now lets go to my room y/n i’m gonna make you scream my name.” He pulls you by the hand and takes you to his room.

All of the team are in disbelief.

“How did he get a Shelia like that?“ Sniper questions.

“Not a clue.” Says Enigeneer.

Back im Scouts room he is ripping off all your clothes at a surprising speed. “Are you sure about this, it’s kinda embarrassing.”

Scout removes his own clothes while speaking “Embarrassing? Baby this is the biggest flex I could ever have on these bozos. Now I want you to scream my name. Can you do that for me?

You sigh “Okay but the sex better be good.”

Scout nods and slips into your still prepped pussy. He quickly starts picking up the pace.

“Jeremy.” You moan softly.

“Louder.”

“Jeremy!”

“Louder!”

“JEREMY!”

“FUCK YES YOU’RE SO TIGHT!“

Some of the mercs try to busy themselves to not have to listen but it’s too loud, others listen intently, but they all have a boner.

After you two are done fucking Scout proudly walks your disheveled self out, showing everybody what hes done. “Goodbye y/n I love you.”

You wave him goodbye and drive off. Scout walks back to everyone with his head held high. “Showed you guys right!” Everyone tries to cover their erections. “You guys are disgusting!” They all look away embarrassed as Scout walks back to his room.

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[lyriumcoloredskies]

Written in the Pages pt.2

Pairing: Bakugo x Villain!Reader WC: 2.7k Summary: In which Bakugo finds himself a little too attached to a certain public nuisance, much to the detriment of his own life. pt.1 here CW: slight angst, happy ending, therapy mention, coming to terms with reality AN: UwU the fact that I wrote this in a day is astounding bc ya gorl usual could never

Kirishima stood outside of Bakugo’s high rise apartment, hesitant and unsure of how this would go. He checked his phone to see that both Mina and Midoriya had texted him their ETA. He pocketed the phone and adjusted the case of beers in his other hand to stop the cardboard from digging into his fingers. He was glad to have backup for this and prayed to whatever gods were listening that Bakubro wouldn’t turn away a small “friendly get together”.

He wasn’t dumb, despite all the himbo attributes that tended to be pinned onto him by his rabid fangirls (not that he wasn’t grateful for their almost too enthusiastic support). He certainly wasn’t clueless when it came to his best friend. Kirishima knew Bakugo like the back of his hand. From the angry insecure boy he used to be, to the aloof and pragmatic man he had become. Rarely had they spent a day apart since starting the agency or since UA for that matter.

So it worried Kirishima when Bakugo began to become snippier, especially toward the sidekicks. After a tantrum of yelling and biting insults, he would silently come behind the storm Bakugo left to console the sidekicks letting them know it was nothing personal. He was willing to let Bakugo work through his feelings, these things tended to resolve rather quickly. Despite his rough exterior, Bakugo had gained a fair amount of emotional intelligence as he matured.

To his surprise, that wasn’t the case. More and more frequently Bakugo came in with exhaustion draping over his face, bags deep under his eyes, and his emotions like a bomb on the edge of explosion if the wrong wire was clipped. Most concerning of all was how Bakugo was doing on the field.

Kirishima could tell something was wrong with Bakubro, and Red Riot could tell things were amiss with Dynamight.

He had spent so much time alongside him that he knew every intimate detail of how he fought. Their moves a complex ballroom dance, a waltz for two. The man was sharp and calculated. Bakugo strove to be the best, and that meant he did things with frightening efficiency (if you ignored the massive amount of property damage that came along with his quirk).

But for the last few months his reflexes were lagging, the exhaustion of too many late nights showing, leading to avoidable injuries that seemed to linger for too long.

It wasn’t just him that noticed either. Midoriya had made an impromptu visit to the agency ask if things were okay with the blonde. Kirishima felt guilty to let him know that he had no clue, that the two of them were in the same boat, clueless to Bakugo and his inner turmoil. 

Then a few weeks ago during a get together with the Bakusquad at their favorite izakaya, Mina pulled him aside to ask if things between him and Bakugo were alright. She had suspected Bakugo’s continual reluctance to meet up might have been due to a fight between the two friends. He quickly let her know that it wasn’t the case and that he had been concerned too. It didn’t help that Bakugo was a masterclass in shutting down any discussion of his health, be it physical or mental. Each time Kirishima would pluck up the courage to ask if something was wrong, he was met with a scoff or roll of the eyes.

“I’m fine, drop it.” Bakugo would grit out between clenched teeth. His arms crossed in front of him defensively.

Kirishima knew better than to keep pressing lest he and the sidekicks wanted to deal with a testy Bakugo for the rest of the week. His efforts to try and get him to talk in another setting hadn’t worked either. Bakugo had pointedly been ignoring his texts, Kirishima had been lucky if he was even able to get a one worded reply. Bakugo hadn’t been very active in their group texts either. It seemed like if it wasn’t work, Bakugo didn’t care. Kirishima really tried to be a patient and good friend but at this point he knew it was only a matter of time before something happened. His friend was too exhausted, too hurt, too withdrawn. He knew the consequences of sloppiness of the field, he had witnessed it firsthand.

That was how heroes died.

Kirishima would be damned if this was how his friend would go out. No, Bakugo was a bright star - destined for more than the inky black loneliness he had decided to surround himself in.

Drawing in a breath, he steeled his resolve and knocked.

***

Bakugo walked through the neighborhood, the cold winter air biting his cheeks, staining them a ruddy color. He took in the sights of the street vendors beginning to set up their stalls as the barely peeking sun bathed the world in its soft orange pink light.

He let his mind wander back to the talk he, Kirishima, Deku, and Mina had a few months ago. At first he had felt offended, like an animal cornered and threatened. The hot coals of embarrassment turning into a roaring fire as he lashed out. How humiliating to be confronted by everything he knew was true. He knew his performance as a hero had been suffering, but to see it in front of him in the form of his friend’s concerned faces had been a slap in the face, even then it was no match to Mina’s words about how they were worried he was isolating himself. Those words froze his veins over and settled into permafrost in his chest.

How quickly had he forgotten everything he already had to turn to a siren song? He was so desperate for a love, a touch he never knew, that he was willing to forget everything he already had to plunge into the icy waters of an illusion that would never be.

Bakugo had never been one to do things lightly. His feet continue to carry him as he reminisces of the month it took to overhaul his entire life.

He packed up his romance novels, haphazardly stacking them all into a cardboard box, which he unceremoniously shoved deep under his bed, too far for him to reach. He cleaned his apartment, dusting the blinds and the ceiling fan, collecting the trash from his floors, and scrubbing the dirt off every surface. He even took a rag to the baseboards. Hours of effort would culminate into a sparkling apartment, the sight lifting his mood and settling his soul. He took it as a sign that perhaps - things would be okay.

As he settled into his couch he poured himself a glass of whiskey as a treat for his hard work today. A groan involuntarily left his lips as his joints popped and creaked when he fished his phone out of his pocket. He shot off a quick text to Kirishima, letting him know that he was going to take two weeks off of work, a rarity for him. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he read through Kirishima's enthusiastic emoji ladden reply encouraging him to take the time to recover. 

Things would be okay.

Knowing he would have to inevitably face this, he texted his PR manager to pawn his social media accounts off to her. It felt like the right step in his detox from his addiction - from you. He took a large sip of the whiskey, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat before pleasantly settling into his stomach. The balmy feeling slowly floating into his veins, helping him feel a little number and a little better for what he had to do.

The hardest had yet to come; he knew he had to delete his account on the writing site. As he logged into his account, he stared at the bookmarks of writings he had collected over the months. Each title brought a smile to his face as he reminisced over the hundreds of lifetimes with you – too many to count, each perfect and special in their own ways - moments of utter intimacy that swept Bakugo off his feet.

Reading the various titles was like a loaded gun, ready to spray his messy emotions out into the world again. Katsuki hesitates, his finger floating over the delete account button. It would be easy to just not do it in order to preserve every memory, the emotions shared, the trials and tribulations you two had been through. He drains the rest of his whiskey and embraces the burn settling into each taste bud.

Bakugo presses the screen of his phone.

The warmth of the alcohol seeps into him as the same time as the tingle of loneliness enters every marrow of his being.

You were gone.

.

.

.

Steadily he began filling his life with the things he loved. For the first time in months he finds himself in his childhood home to visit his mother and father. He takes in the sight of their greying hair, wondering how life had managed to go by so quickly. It had done him some good until the old hag began nagging him about not yet finding a wife.

Bakugo tries his best to ignore the cold tendrils encircling in his heart.

He starts going to his friend's scheduled hangouts again at their favorite izakaya. He would never admit it but Sero and Denki’s jokes and laughter breathe life into his worn self. He ardently denies the furling vines of jealousy from taking root as Kyoka and Momo announce their wedding plans.

He checks in on his classmates and even finds himself back at UA for a charity event. The nostalgia grips his heart as he wanders the same old halls and sees his old teachers. Aizawa-sensei is the same as ever, sleep deprived and utterly done with life, though Bakugo can spy the fondness in his eyes as he looks over his old troublesome students. While mingling, although Mina would disagree and say he was just standing intimidatingly, he finds out that Deku and Cheeks were expecting their first child.

He tries to block out the feeling of the lead in his stomach.

His shitty love life has nothing to do with their happiness so he grunts out a congrats and ignores the dopey lovesick expression on that idiot Deku’s face.

That night at UA reignites his efforts of trying to maintain a normal life and he throws himself into his hobbies. He signs up for a rock climbing gym and then sporadically adopts a small tortie kitten he saves on a total bullshit hero job (he affectionately names her Princess Explosion Murder). He starts cooking with a renewed fervor, trying desperately to ignore that he was cooking for one. He also ignores the weird tight feeling in his chest as he glances at the chair on the other side of his dining table, always empty.

Bakugo thinks he's doing everything right until he's somehow not. He brings it up to his therapist (one that he doesn't want but Kirishima bullied him into getting). That's when his therapist recommends that he “reconnect with himself” by not keeping busy, but rather listening to his "inner feelings". The phrase makes Bakugo quirk an eyebrow and internally decide that therapists are fucking quacks. His therapist bargains with him and asks him to just try it once. "What's the harm?" she says, eyes measured and too analytical for Katsuki's taste. Sure enough, two weeks ago he abandons the plush interior of his BMW and the ever present traffic of downtown Mustafu for the scenic 30 minute walk to his agency. It infuriates him to no ends that his fucking therapist was right. No wonder he paid out the ass for weekly visits. As the days he walks progresses, so does Bakugo. He decides that while the loneliness would probably never leave him, that in the context of the world, he could slowly see himself accepting that things weren’t so bad.

Things would be okay.

.

.

.

Today his feet took him to a familiar path, a back street filled with vendors that would connect to the busy main street that passed by the small café near Mustafu University, where he would pick up a cinnamon latte before taking a left to the office.

A fresh cold breeze made him draw himself closer his jacket, his feet picking up the speed wanting to get out of the bitter cold. Lost in his own thoughts and the beauty of the watercolor sunrise, he didn’t realize he wasn’t paying attention until it was too late. He collided into something solid and it snapped his attention back to reality. The soft feminine gasp accompanying a not so feminine “fuck” made him look down. He saw papers scattered, escaping a tote bag with the Froppy logo, tilting his chin down a little further he could see the shine of spilled coffee all over his camo green Canada Goose jacket. Without even knowing it his mouth bent down into a scowl. The person who bumped into him seemed fine, just a little shaken up. He knows the polite thing to do is offer a hand and tell the stranger that it was no problem, the jacket is waterproof after all, but after 2 seconds of soul searching he decided that he didn’t give enough of a fuck to be nice. He opened his mouth to release his scathing remarks to the clumsy fuckwad who ran into him until he caught sight of something that skyrocketed his pulse. His mouth dried and he felt his heart drum in his ears.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry” you said as you shakily stood up, akin to a fawn.

You reached into your jacket, fishing out crumpled napkins to help sop up the mess on his expensive jacket. He stood in silence not sure if this was an amalgamation of his own sick mind, because how many times had he imagined exactly this?

“I’m so sorry I should have been more careful!” you profusely apologize, refusing to meet Bakugo’s eyes out of embarrassment.

Bakugo takes in every detail. It was everything he remembers. Your soft bouncy hair, the floral smell (lilacs he commits to memory) of your shampoo wafting to him as you stood entirely too close to him. Though you're bundled in a winter jacket, he can make out the distinct shape of your body that had him in a chokehold for months. The skin of your hands shines, its clear that you managed to also drenched in yourself in coffee. Your hands shake as the liquid on your skin settles into a chill that penetrates your bones.

Katsuki trembles, his fist clenches in his pockets, desperately trying to ground himself. He can feel the cold winter air, he can smell the spilt coffee, and he can hear the rustle of the napkin over his jacket. This is all real.

You continue your efforts to clean Bakugo’s jacket until he places his warm hands over yours. He relishes in it, despite the temperature difference, he can tell your skin is soft and smooth. Your hands are tiny in his and he drinks up the sight, his pulse racing. His actions seem to surprise you as your head darts up, catching his brilliant vermillion eyes, like the prettiest sunrise you had ever seen. Your breath catches in your throat as the two of you stare at each other, locked in a stalemate.

“I’m sorry” you whisper, Bakugo savors the way your words escape you, the heat of your words brought to life by the winter air. Your lips are as beautiful and kissable as he remembers.

His eyes search yours for an answer, any indication that, somehow this isn’t all just in his mind- that you aren’t just an off duty villain surprised to bump into an off duty hero - that some part of what he wanted was something you wanted too.

“Let-” Bakugo rasps out, his words catching in his dry throat, “Let me buy you another coffee.”.

A beat passes between the both of you.

“Yes”, you reply breathless and airy as if anything more would break the magic spell between you two.

“I’d love that.”

[vampiregerard]

tagged by kam @iero to answer some q’sssss :)) ty for the tag!!!

what was the last thing u drank?

water !

where was ur profile picture taken?

found it from this post! this specific look was from the oklahoma 2022 show

worst pain ever?

second degree burns. yeowch

favorite place you’ve ever traveled?

oooo probably los angeles or my recent road trip through the southwest us! bc *miley cyrus vocal fry voice* it’s more about the journey anyways

how late did u stay up last night?

i tried to go to bed at 12am but couldn’t fall asleep til 2am :(

if u could move, where would u want to move to?

my head says pacific northwest, but my heart says back to the great lakes homeland

what do u collect?

vinyls & cds & band tees & postcards for/from my frands <3

favorite day of the week?

currently sunday bc of the new white lotus episodes dropping sunday eves lol. but normally saturday

amusement park or concert?

concert

when was the last time u cried?

yesterday

who took ur profile picture?

im not 100% sure but based off this post … ciaran ??

who’s the last person u took a picture of?

myself w/ my cat

what’s ur favorite season?

spring or fall, i can never decide

if u could, would u have any other career?

ya gorl

who’s ur celebrity crush?

rami malek & lady gaga & many others

are u a good influence?

NAUR but im trying to be better. always trying.

does pineapple belong on pizza?

with canadian bacon & sriracha… well… yes!

u have the remote, what are u watching?

white lotussss. maybe severance (still need to finish s2 ahh it’s just so slow sometimes!!!) or a horror movie. OR… the ww2 shows. i just started a rewatch of one of them. rami malek is on there & i just love his face & i have the interests of a 50 yr old father of 4 ok dont judge meeeee

i tag @spinachquiche and @keepthefrank and @kobayashimoron anyone elseeeee!!

[planetpissed]

They quickly did the exchange, Will shimmying the hood on, as well as the tank. He kept his shorts and boots. When it came to the gloves, Murderface ripped the bandages off his bad wrist, and slid his hands in. He finished suiting up by cramming bits of his mangy fro that poked out back into the hood.

The girl began to walk away from the awkward encounter, indifferent to wearing an old band tee now, beyond relieved Sir Lord Murderface wasn’t screaming for her to be fired. She’d relax and possibly be able to enjoy the show, now!

“Wait. Before you fuck off, one more thing,” Will stared, waving the bass replacement back to talk.

Once he learned the adjustments and changes they were doing for this last show’s lineup, he took the bassist’s place on the speaker, adjusting his instrument back to his liking, making sure it was all in tune. He didn’t have to do it, but wanted to delay the time that he had to interact with his bandmates as long as possible. Hell, he didn’t have to disguise himself, either. Why did he? To fuck around? Or to feel something different?

Before he could figure it out, a crewman called him over to “places”, which was a spot near the wings backstage.

“ Alrighty, DK on deck. Standby. Ready when you are.”

The band was already around there, chatting and causing the wing’s curtain to shift.

Some of the audience outside noticed the group was over there, causing them to shout and cheer.

Tonight was no grand reveal, No lifting stage, no flying gadgets. Maybe it was to homage the old days of traditional Dethklok… Maybe it was due to the fact they were performing in a lot next to a multi-billion dollar musical retirement home facility, and the thought of massive damage would be enough for Charles to return to the modern world, re-join as their manager, and kick his business children’s asses. 

Will didn’t know. He just wanted to play for the last concert of the tour. Fuck ‘em.

The Murder Man looked through his hood, at the corner of his eye, analyzing his band brothers;

Nathan was listening to Pickles as he rambled through his Pre-Show rituals…

Abigail chatted to Toki, wishing him good luck…  and 

Skwisgaar appeared to be approaching him.

Shit. He looked away, staring at the crew connecting his bass to the sound system. 

Skwisgaar let a charming huh huh guffaw shoehorn his way into the space. Will could smell his expensive musk-themed cologne, as well as his posh hair products, as the Swede grabbed his shoulder from behind.

“You cames in the kuh-nicks of times. The other understudy was a gorl, and if Morderface founds that outs he’ds fuckin flips his lid hole. Huh huh huh. Glads asckids didn’ts eats you downs to nothins.”What the fuck? Will had no clue what to do. He nodded, making his posture better than he normally had it.

“Hey. Yous gonna kills-it tonight. If you fuck up… embrace it. Haves fun with its. We ams here to celebrates a new… pair-of-dimes ahead of us. Ams gonna be nears you. If you panics, I’ll save yuhs through-its!”

Skwisgaar patted the fake-gear’s back. “No preshore. Spark i baken.”

All the bassist could muster was another nod in response as the entry music was fading in. He could hear the tsssssscht tssssssssschhhh grglgrglgrgl puuuuuuuuh of fog machines.

The crowd went feral.

Hoh, God! Not only Skwisgaar, but Nathan, Pickles, Toki, all of them were already there with him, ready to step on stage. Did Will black out for a second? It had to be the adrenaline, he didn’t notice they had all gathered. His heart dropped to his damn sphincter, and the surge of euphoric terror gave him a high no drug could muster. 

It was time. 

>>>

Wowee! Hoo-Boy! You are going to TOWN on that cookie. Can’t believe I nearly burnt them past the way you like it. It’s really fuckin’ tricky to nail a mean blood-clot and broken glass baked goodie, let me tell ya!

But now I’m getting hungry, Which can be fixed with an [OVERPRICED CAFFIENATED DRINK] or [SUGARY TREAT AT THE SAME LOCATION AS TO WHERE TO GET AN OVERPRICED CAFFIENATED DRINK]!

Hi, I’m Facebones. Thank the cunt lips on a hairless donkey that our sponsor, Duncan Hills Coffee, has just the fix I need, and you too! And you do, too? And you. The fix we need. That sounds better. 

O, well, shit! I think I messed this take up. Too bad I’m a talking skull, and don’t give a fuhuhuck! Wee hee hee! 

Duncan Hills Coffee has asked us to promote the brand. So, buy their shit, you dickheaded eraserhead babies that I love and adore and muah muah muah muah muah 

Me, Facebones, if I had a throat, and a tongue for taste, I’d go for the chai latte. Maybe add some oat milk. Maybe make it dirty, but espresso shots make me panic a little.

I have NO ASS, and I MUST SHIT!

Glug glug glug glug glug-oh! Nearly forgot!

The posts ahead will have scenes with body horror, blood and gore. There will be a lot of flashy, eye straining visuals and gifs. Viewer discretion is always advised.

Special thanks to these magnificent mortals;

Thank you for readin‘ this far in, Dickos, and bless yer hearts to hell!

>>>

Murderface in his adrenaline-fueled state walked like a machine with the band. He stood at his spot, the stage floor trembling as Pickles began the show with a drum solo.

Slow, steady pounds.

Like a heart, racing, getting faster, until it exploded into a series of rhythms Will couldn’t even process as the fans shrieked like demons. Time was going fast. Tinnitus hummed in his brain. Murderface sort of heard Nathan greeting the audience…?  

Blazing Star began its course, Skwisgaar and Toki joining in with Pickles, which was Will’s queue. He was doing it. He was there. How? This was bad, right? 

Nathan began to sing. Then Pickles. Will was still playing, but the rush caused him to blank again. All he could grasp was interpreted in fragments of performing.

His brain had to be in some auto-pilot state, because he was playing the bass with the Klokateer gloves one moment, and the next, he felt himself bite the leather glove away to properly play with his fingers.

His bass-playing hand looked bad. Veins were gnarled and stressed, and the exposed cut seemed to nearly be illuminated with its inflammation. He gritted his teeth, long nails pricking at the strings in front of him.

…Since when did he have long nails? And on only one of his hands- when did he even remove the other glove? Will’s thoughts couldn’t answer anything. He only had the mindset to play.

It didn’t take long for Skwisgaar to check in with the Stand-In, approaching with a mentor’s cadence.

The gear was playing that bass pretty well, even though he held his bass like a robot! Poor fella, the pressure must have been scaring him stiff.

The only note Skwisgaar had for him in sound was that he seemed nervous to play louder, as if he’d annoy the band, or something of the sort.

"...?"

<<PREV - NEXT>>

[cuddlesomeone]

@ all of the raditz-related asks sitting in my inbox i am once again thanking you for your patience ya gorl is still going through it but i am slowly slowly starting to chip away at writing again so mayhaps i can post smth soon

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Take Me Back To Eden

14 - My Hands Are Not Worthy

Pairing: ii x OFC Violetta Kastor

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: smut, smut, smut, SMUT, and some flirting

A/N: This one's a rollercoaster lol

Vi: Okay I have to tell you something 

Leilani: yes ma'am 

Vi: Blue

Leilani: 👀 

Leilani: good or bad?

Vi: it is good but I feel like I'm going at the speed of sound here 

Leilani: spill

Vi: im on birth control

Leilani: are you pregnant???

Vi: no no no

Leilani: okay so...?

Vi: I did let him finish...inside me

Leilani: feels weird doesn't it?

Leilani: when I said spill

Vi: 🤣

Vi: I've never let a guy do that, and I've let him do it...a lot

Leilani: you're in love, that's sweet, I can't wait to meet him

Vi: I want you to

Leilani: was that it?

Vi: so no thats not all...we were having sex last night and he's been going through some shit and we had a really fucking crazy intimate moment and he asked if I'd marry him but it wasn't like an actual proposal 

Leilani: Vi!!!! 🤯 he really loves you then, huh

Vi: well and he was gonna ask something else and I cut him off and I basically said I'd have his babies 😬

Leilani: GORL

Vi: and then I let him come inside me

Leilani: GUUURRLLL YOU TRYINA GET PREGNANT 

Vi: im not I swear! It all feels like some weird ass fever dream

Leilani: you sure you didn't dream it?

Vi: the cum stained sheets beg to differ 

Leilani: ya nasty 

Vi; I've never been so down bad for a guy like I am with Cal

Leilani: HIS NAME IS CAL, WHATS HIS LAST NAME

Vi: fuck!

Leilani: just fucking send me a picture give me something damn it

Vi: ugh fine but please keep it quiet! They all want their privacy 

Vi: *multimedia message sent*

It was one of the pictures that Jesse had taken of them, except you could see Cal's face fully, a huge smile on his face, and Violetta's eyes locked on his. They both had smiles that went all the way to their eyes. His arms were around her waist and hers around his neck.

Leilani: oooh Vi

Leilani: Oh Violetta...I see why you called him Blue, those eyes. He's got fuck me eyes

Leilani: Violetta.

Vi; what

Leilani: Violettaaaa 

Vi; whaaat!!

Leilani: please have his babies holy shit you two are so fucking cute together. I want to be an aunty or whatever the fuck I'd be

Vi: stop 😳

Leilani: gorl I cannot unsee he's a cutie

Vi: thanks

Leilani: from everything you've told me he seems like a great guy, what's your hang up?

Vi: we really just met

Leilani: you've been on this tour for like 3 months...give or take

Vi: still

Leilani; just cause he's got some baggage doesn't mean you cant work it out...everyone has shit...also don't pull the we just met shit...you've been fuckin him since the start, you guys obviously have some kinda super strong chemistry going on, just roll with it, trust yourself, trust him maybe

Vi: eh fuck you you're right

Leilani: I know I know I'm a plethora of wisdom

Vi: 🙏 

¤ ¤ ¤

Backstage, Violetta hunted for Jesse first. Cal had gone earlier in the morning with Roman and let Violetta sleep in a bit. She knew he was in good hands with Roman so she wasn't worried about Natasha finding him. Roman was taking him to a large music shop, wanting his opinion on a new keyboard as the one they'd been using was starting to die. She was sure while they were there, Cal would be looking at some drum equipment as well. She was excited to see what he brought back.

She was still reeling from last night's conversation though. She wanted to ask Jesse his opinion but when she found him he was talking with Jack. They both smiled and were very excited to see her.

“Violetta!” They both said together and it made her blush and smile. Jesse scooted over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his body. He was warm and a little sweaty. The venue was an outdoor one and it was hot as hell again.  

“Whatcha up to, Princess?” Jesse asked, causing Jack to shoot him a suspicious glance at the use of the pet name. Jesse smirked and Violetta rolled her eyes. She did like the name but it was a little embarrassing when he used it in public, especially around Jack. Violetta felt a little bad. She wanted to spend time with Jack as he'd been so welcoming at the start of this but she felt like she wasn't even giving him the time of day lately.

“You're stinky, Jesse.” She said, laughing at him and glancing at Jack. He smiled at her and continued setting up their computers.

“This is the smell of a young, virile, man.” Jesse said, jokingly, and Violetta smirked as she shook her head. She slipped out of Jesse’ grasp and snuck behind the soundboard to stand next to Jack. She'd almost forgotten how tall he was. She bumped him gently with her hip. 

‘Hi.” She said softly and he smiled and he said the same back. He glanced at her with a small smile and then spoke. “Hey could you do me a solid? Wanna clean and check the guy's In-Ears?”

“Yeah sure.” She said, leaning down to grab them all out of one of the drawers. There was a cleaning kit right next to them in the drawer. She placed everything next to Jack's workspace. He pulled up the program on one computer that checked the sound quality of the IEM’s for her and she set to work. Jesse continued to mill about, playing around with one of his guitars. 

“When you're done with those, you mind cleaning the 8-string too? I got so much paint on it last night.” Jesse asked and Violetta said, “of course.”

She waited a few moments until Jesse was out of earshot and then nudged Jack again. He glanced at her with a small smirk.

“Can I ask you your opinion on something? I don't want to ask Jesse cause it might upset him.” She asked and Jack's brows furrowed.

‘Is it about Cal?’ He asked with a little smile and she nodded. Jack spoke again, with a teasing tone to his voice. “Yeah, Baby Jesse is a little jealous.”

‘I figured.” She shifted uncomfortably, catching Jesse’s eyes and the upturn of his lips as he stared back at her. She felt like she was breaking his heart but she just wasn't in love with him like she was with Cal. “How seriously would Cal wanna marry someone? Has he ever talked to you about it?” 

“You're barking up the wrong tree. I think you should chat with him about that. I can tell you he said he was done with women after Natasha and then you came along. So what does that tell you?” He explained, then he added something else. “I just know when you're not with him, all he talks about is you. The only other thing he talks about like that is the drums. But that’s if he talks at all. You know how reserved he can be.”

That made Violetta blush heavily and then she smiled up at Jack and thanked him. No, her question wasn't answered but she could guess the outcome all the same with this new information. 

“Now what do I do about Jesse?” She asked and Jack shot her a glance that she couldn't quite gauge emotions from. 

“Cal needs to have a discussion with Jesse. He let Jesse catch feelings for you before saying anything.” Jack said softly, looking around for Jesse. He was on the complete opposite side of the stage, flitting around with his other guitar and annoying Alex.

“I did hang out with Jesse first though.” Violetta said as she finished with Roman and Steve’s monitors and moved on to Jesse and Cal's.

‘Well Jesse knows not to get attached. That boy is not capable of settling down and he knows it, despite whatever he's said to you. I love him but he'll say anything to keep a girl coming back if he likes her in his bed.” Jack explained. Violetta was quick to clean Jesse’s and move on to Cal's.

“How do I know Cal isn't doing the same? Hypothetically.” She asked, and Jack shook his head.

“Nah Cal is different. He never slept around on the past tours. He was trying to date a girl and she didn't like that he was gone as much as he was. I also think that Natasha got to her and made her break up with him because he went back to Nastasha right after they broke up. I don't know what fucking hold that bitch has over him but you might be the one to break it. At least I hope you will.” Jack said warmly, putting an arm around Violetta and hugging her. They had quite a few  more hours until the ritual, so while waiting for Cal to get back, Violetta decided to spend the time with Jack, helping him with the drums and audio and cleaning the guitars.

¤ ¤ ¤

"Will you stop squirming?" Violetta said, as she dipped the brush in the tub of black body paint. Jesse had his shirt off and sat across from her on a gear box. He kept moving, the brush tickling his skin. 

"You're tickling me. This isn't how I usually put it on." He said with a smirk. He caught her hand, stopping her. His eyes narrowed as his icy blue eyes meet her pretty emerald ones. He scooted closer to Violetta, crowding her space slightly as he reached for the paint.

"Well, then how do you put it on?" She asked, a grin forming on her lips. Jesse dipped two fingers in the tub and spread a line of black on his arm. He tilted his head toward the paint, his eyes motioning to it as well. Violetta shook her head and took a glob of it with her much smaller hand and slapped it on his arm, splattering it on herself and his chest as well.

"Fuck off." He said, laughing as she rubbed the paint up and down his arm, trying her best to get it on evenly. She smiled, averting her eyes. He took a dab from what had splashed on his chest and put it around his eyes.

"You look like a fucking raccoon, stop." She said, giggling as she took more paint and wiped it on his face with her fingers. She carefully outlined his eyes almost like he had a sleeping mask on.

"A cute raccoon though." He said softly as he leaned even closer. Her breath caught and she swallowed hard as her eyes met his, the icy blue burning through her. She gritted her teeth and glanced around, finding no one else in sight. He tipped her chin up and closed the distance, pressing his lips to her. She nearly melted as his other arm wrapped around her waist and a small moan escaped her lips as he pressed closer. His hand dipped under her belt and cupped her ass, making her jump. When he pulled away, it was just enough to speak. "Goddamn, Princess, I just wanna steal you from him. I know it would never happen. You love him too much. Besides, we'd never get anything done."

"Yeah, especially with me around." They heard a voice and footsteps and Jesse slid away from Violetta, his cheeks going bright red in embarrassment.

"I was just..." Jesse began and Cal placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

" Leaving . You need to get dressed." Cal said, pressing a kiss to Jesse' cheek before pushing him gently off the gear box and sat himself in front of Violetta. She watched Jesse as he walked away, trying to finish applying his own paint. Violetta tilted her head and smirked as Cal removed his plain white t-shirt and sat close enough for Violetta to only have to reach up and barely outstretch her arm to touch his bare chest. Her emerald eyes floated back to the drummer's ocean blue ones and she blushed as she gazed down at his body, taking in the tattoos all over him in better light than she normally saw them in. 

"He was kidding." She said as she took some paint on her hand and spread it with her fingers over his inked arms. She took special care as she traveled up his arms, cupping his biceps with her hands, feeling him flex into her hands. He blinked slowly and a smile began to form on his lips. 

"I'm not jealous, Vi. I'm a big boy. I can handle a little competition." He said and tilted his head as he watched her work, slowly and methodically covering his pale skin with the black paint. 

" Competition ." She scoffed and she took some of the paint to apply it to Cal's face but when she reached her hand up he caught her wrist gently and leaned closer.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, the tip of his nose touching hers. 

"Jesse is...great...but he's not you. After last night...I don't know why you would think there would be any competition at all." She said and Cal immediately pressed his lips to hers. 

"Ah, that's what you mean." He said softly, and Violetta smirked and glanced back down at the tub of body paint as he spoke again. “Might be that I'm just a jealous fuck and I want you all to myself.”

“Is that so?” She smiled and took some more paint in her hand and began rubbing it over his chest. He hummed from her hands trailing over his chest, letting his head fall back as she worked. He brought a hand up to her cheek, running his knuckles carefully across it and posing a question. "You gonna do my whole chest and back tonight?"

"You gonna leave your shirt off for me?" She asked, tilting her head. He nodded and her smile widened significantly, as her lashes fluttered and she dragged her fingers across his chest, smearing more paint on. Her fingers were slow but firm, as if she was massaging the paint into his skin rather than just over the top.

"That what you want, sweetheart?" He asked and she smirked again. She nodded her head and continued to smear paint all over his upper body. As he turned to offer his back, he asked, “Do you like that you know what's underneath the paint and they don't?”

“You mean, do I like being privy to not only the tattoos, but all of the other things too?” She asked as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing hers softly.

‘Yes, Vi...that's exactly what I mean.” He closed the distance, warmth radiating from him. She reached for his chest, almost forgetting about the paint smeared all over him. He let a small smirk cross his lips.

He'd put a black shirt back on but when it came time to go on stage, Violetta was adjusting wireless units and IEMs, when she got to Cal, he'd not put his jacket on yet. He pulled Violetta in for a kiss, mask on, and then pulled his shirt over his head just as they were walking on stage. He handed the shirt to her, kissing her one more time, as she handed him back his drumsticks. Violetta's cheeks went bright red and stayed that way for most of the ritual. She felt like everyone on the crew was either smirking or staring at her after that. Jack had even nudged her and hugged her once the guys were on stage.

¤ ¤ ¤

Afterwards, once Cal had washed off his paint and taken a shower so that he was squeaky clean, even though he was absolutely exhausted, he had begun to seduce Violetta, repeating lyrics back to her from one of the songs they'd performed.

“My hands are not worthy.” He said softly, fingertips caressing the tattooed ivy leaves that lined her ribs. She giggled and took his head in her hands as she pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“They are.” She said and he shook his head. He pulled her onto his lap, letting her settle, their most intimate parts touching. Her hands crept up his torso, to his chest, then up onto his shoulders.

“My hands are...” He whispered, leaning up to let his lips travel her jawline. “Not worthy.”

She closed her eyes, relaxing into his arms. One of his hands made their way up to her neck, fingers feather light over the drumstick scythes at her sternum, lifting it with one digit, feeling how warm the steel was from resting upon her skin. 

“My hands...” His fingers traveled to her collarbone, then gently up to fold around her throat, his thumb running under her chin. His other hand was still on her back, and he pulled her closer still, his lips brushing her earlobe. “ Are not worthy .”

Violetta smirked, tilting her head toward his mouth. She realized then what he was saying. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her skin like the spring, thinking of fresh cherry blossoms and a warm breeze. He opened his mouth, not to kiss but just to let his parted lips brush her skin, like he was painting, mixing his own scent with hers. She took a deep breath, a sigh filled with relief and excitement all at the same time. He carefully shifted his hips, silently signaling her to roll onto her back. 

My hands are not worthy.

He pulled her shirt up, revealing the red bra that he liked oh so much. She locked eyes with him, seeing lust filled blue looking up at her. He reached around, unclasping the bra with two fingers. He grabbed the front of it with his teeth, careful not to bite down too hard and pinch her. That was not his goal. 

His ultimate aspiration was her pleasure, never her pain. She shimmied out of the bra and he sat up with it still in his mouth. He smirked and her eyes darkened, her lips parting, her head tilting. As if she hadn't already been horny, it increased tenfold, as he chucked the bra to the side of the bed, with a shake of his head, and watched as his eyes widened at the sight of her exposed breasts. The nipples pebbled in the airconditioned night air of the room and he took them in his hands, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Oh...my hands are certainly not worthy...” He laughed and settled over the top of her. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, dragging his tongue over it, then rolling it in his fingertips before sucking gently on it. Violetta moaned, throwing her head back against the sheets, and her hands went for his hair, taking handfuls, then scratching his scalp with her nails. He let out a sigh, moving to her other breast. 

She was writhing underneath him and insatiable. She wanted so badly to grab him, wrestle him to the sheets and mount him. She figured that might be traumatic for him. She never went heavier than he asked for. And he would reward her some days by fucking her so hard she could barely walk the next day but those were few and far between. She didn't need those encounters as much as she needed and loved the ones like this one.

Cal pressed a kiss to her sternum, then moved down between the valley of her breasts. Her head fell back as he traveled further down her body, tracing every tattoo with his mouth. He nibbled gently at her stomach, pressing a kiss to the middle, then moved down more until he was at her pubic bone. He traced a line from just below her belly button to each hip bone. She heard him moan softly as he delved between her folds with his tongue. He lapped at her entrance, the sounds of her wetness sending her closer and closer to the edge of her pleasure. He reached around and cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, pulling her as close as he could to his mouth, nearly suffocating himself. He pulled away for air, then moaned as he dove back in, sucking her clit into his mouth. That sent Violetta plummeting through a hard orgasm, her walls squeezing nothing and feeling very empty.

It wasn't long though before he was pulling away, wiping his mouth on the sheets, then lining his cock up at her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her and ask her if she was ready to which she nodded so quickly. He pressed inside her, her wet warmth engulfing him, pulling a strained groan from him as he seated himself as deep as he could on the first go. He took a hold of her hips and spread her legs as far as he could. When he pulled back out, almost to the tip, he would thrust back in even slower than his first one. Then he began an odd rhythm, three slow thrusts, two quicker ones. Leave it to a drummer to use his hips in rhythm like a vibrator. He would pause when he was completely sheathed for a few seconds after each thrust, almost as if he was trying to feel her deepest parts. His cock twitched and he couldn't help the labored breaths and soft moans that left his lips.

Violetta felt exceptionally filled on this instance. He felt abnormally large and she didn't know if it was because he was extra hard, or so it seemed, and she'd just come so she was super tight to begin with, but either way, she was stuffed. He was lingering inside her, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. 

“My hands are...not worthy.” He moaned softly, and it sounded almost like he was singing it, and she could feel him beginning to throb inside her. It had taken her until now to realize when he was fully sheathed, that the skin just above his cock rubbed nicely against her clit. So nicely in fact that she'd been so enthralled in him making love to her that she didn't realize she was about to come again. He grasped at her hips, his nails digging in, as he begged her for release. “ Come for me sweetheart. Say my name .”

She did, and she moaned his name so wonderfully, as her eyes met his, which made him come immediately after, and he painted her inner walls with his hot seed. He stilled, enjoying the feeling of her wringing every last drop from him. He kissed her softly as he carefully laid next to her, placing a leg over her to help keep his cock inserted. He just wanted to stay in her warmth forever. 

“Say my name again.” He whispered as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek, leaning in to press his lips to hers. 

“ Cal ...” She said, just by his ear and he nearly vibrated with happiness. “That was...fucking incredible.”

He wrapped his arms around her, reveling in the feeling of her skin sticking to his. He wasn't sure how anything could get better than this.

[xiaoluclair]

TWAG GAME.

@jussst-lurking (💚💋💫🌻❤️) as my silly little writing being the the only silly little thing i can offer rn:

rule(s): alexa play MKTO classic cos it’s ya girl post a wip snippetttt

“You fucking reek.” — Max, standing by the toilet door.

“My bad.” That gets a snort. As Oscar watches through heavy eyes, Max flicks up the lock.

Then he turns to him — the jagged, snapped spaghetti mess of him that’s been left to boil over a flame with no water, and says, “I don’t have anything on me.”

And that’s something. That’s. It sounds like responsibility or very close to. Like Max is supposed to have something — like he is supposed to help. And it’s just his stupid rut brain thinking stupid rut thoughts.

Oscar shakes his head. “Neither.” It sends something rattling around inside. Second gender, if he’s lucky — maybe it can go rattling all the way out his ear and down the drain.

There’s a large space of rumbling plumbing. It settles between them, along the floor with the mysterious wet tracks until Max says, “I have an idea,” and there’s notes in it. Mirror notes or— marinated ones. I have an idea, I’ve had an idea. I’ve been having an idea.

tagging like a broken record: @fueledbyremembering (bc i have two (2) verpastry gorls gn and the other 1 is already in this post) @cupidskissx @maxiel-jpg @7msc @sennaverstappen (icr if u write but i hope 🤞🤞❕) @charlescoded @mcl4r3n 💛💛🌷💫💞✨🌟🌸💛

[maeve01]

Town Fiesta Experience: A Somewhat Chaotic Story-Telling

Every year our town celebrates the birthday of the woman who was blessed among all the women, AKA Mary, our blessed mother. And with that comes the role-playing of the Padul-ong Festival. It is a retelling of the tale of how the image of the blessed Virgin Mary got transported to Borongan from portugal, and the legend of the Lady in white who frequents the Hamorawon spring where it is said that the water has the ability to heal the sick. Now, that's all I know about it. But it sure is always a lovely fiesta. Festive and vibrant as it should be.

Just a few weeks before the fiesta, everyone's been busy with all the preparation. The hanging of bandaritas around every barangay, the marching bands trying their best to out show their fellow competitors- working hard to perfect their routine, and the most exciting of it all, was the parade and the Padul-ong festival itself. I'm sure all their hard work has paid off. All the sleepless nights making all the props for the festival competition and with all the dancers sweating and dancing their asses off to give their best performance and please the crowd.

I actually didn't grow up celebrating this festival. I know, it was a bit sad, if I'm being honest. I've been missing out on all the fun. But now I get to decide if I want to celebrate it or not, because I'm old enough to decide for myself, and I'm no longer part of a cult-ish fellowship club or whatever you want to call it. I grew up really religious, you know, but now I'm not anymore. But anyway, going back to the festivities and what my experience was. It was nice... That's basically the summary of my town fiesta experience. The end.

Nah, I'm just Kidding with ya! No, but seriously it was nice, I swear. Look, I wasn't really feeling it, but at the same time it was nice to see how other people were enjoying it. I was just going through something, but I managed to show up during the Essu Nite, and was able to see some old friends, which was genuinely nice. I'm always happy to see them. Then I went home after checking in for the attendance that no one was facilitating.

Ah, here's a funny story though. It was the day before Vesper. And me and my cousin were out having dinner near the plaza. After we ate, we decided to go to the pharmacy, and as we were on our way, we passed by the plaza, and it was jam-packed because it was also "Tuklas", so there were artists like, Khalil Ramos, and Gabbi Garcia, and also Ej Falcon, but man, I was more interested with Ian Veneracion. Wuuuuuhhhoo good lawd. Anyways, we were passing by, right? So we hung around a little bit to see if we could spot Ian. And then, boom, the crowds started shrieking, and I was like, damn it must be Ian, so I ran near the backstage, had my camera ready and waited to see if I'd see a glimpse of one of my DILF crushes. And there, a man wearing a brown polo shirt came out of the backstage and I screamed for my life. My octave range went to heaven. I only saw that good-looking man for a second, dang it, and there were cars blocking my view too, but nevertheless, I was elated. So we went to the pharmacy grinning and giggling. Mr. Bodyguard was like, "kinita manda hi ate hin artista" Damn right I did, kuya.

I went home feeling over the moon, but then, as I was on the tricycle, I thought, "Wait, hold on, what if it wasn't Ian?" Because I had no idea what he was wearing, right? So I hurried home and did some digging on Facebook and damn, Ian Veneracion was wearing a denim jacket.💀

I was heartbroken.

The man that I saw wasn't Ian, but Ej Falcon.💀💀💀

Bruh, and the way that I screamed?

Gorl that was embarrassing.

Then I messaged my cousin that it wasn't Ian, and she was dying from laughing her tonsils out.

- The end

[maipareshaan]

I find the haydur nation or whatever hater community around foodie beauty and alr so fascinating, obvs there are a lot of simple reasons as to why they have a hate following, but one is that a lot of these people got too invested and then they felt betrayed used and gaslighted. Like its literally such an insane parasocial phenomenon.

Like with their diets, they'd be like we are going on a diet cuz my health is so bad like bedridden bad cancer bad diabetes bad (not sure why Chantal had to take her uterus out but that too also ofcourse we can't know how much the cancer or that is due to weight but i think when we say weight in extreme cases its also clearly a sign of health, unhealthy at every size like obvs any size person could get these health problems anyways don't cancel me lol or do whatever), so the audience is like we need to provide support bcz this person is asking for motivation and accountability which btw they explicitly do, bad move imo, ya so the audience takes responsibility to provide support because its like we will be the reason towards your positive growth and then these people fail bcz they have a food addiction and addictions are hard to beat, now there is also an insane factor of how this gets them views and money so people also feel like they are being expoited in the cycle, like someone setting up a weight loss channel and getting views and comments and thus money is not exploitation ofcourse but then failing is bcz you got money from it then didn't hold your end and also negativity bad habits blah blah, but this part of the cycle gets them money too bcz ppl like trainwrecks, now people are like is this planned, or perhaps its a matter of pull and push, did this person ask gor motivation with the intention of failing to get money which then deserves hate or the more realistic this person has an incentive to not try to lose weight one being money and they just went went that thus deserves hate, ofcourse if youtube wasn't a thing this person would go through the cycle anyways they just never had the motivation of stranger support (which will always suck like comeon why would you do that lol) or the money by giving up and doing mukbangs, which brings in another factor- the feeling like they are parataking in fat/feeder fetish without being told now the hate is for promoting fetish and obesity blah blah. Obviously like their obsession with if this is feederisn far outnumbers the anyone watching her for it like their popularity bcz of being a trainwreck outweights that aspect.

There is also the conspiracy aspect, the decoding is she doing it for the feeders, is she trollin, did she even plan to lose weight, is she lyin, is she showing her true diet and then they are like we are being GASLIGHTED. Gorl they are so ridiculous jeez, imagine crying about how a mentally ill food addict on the internet that you can fully avoid is gaslighting you for years, gorl i think you deserve it if you can' close the tab and keep falljng for it for YEARS.

Anyways with Chantal there was also another cycle, the cycle of abusive relationships, we have her chat, and i stress, LITERALLY SENDING HER MONEY SAYING SHE DESERVES BETTER PLEASE LEAVE HIM, sending 2 or 5 dollars to write motivational self worth messages, asking her what does he give her that we don't, that is so insane, imagine asking a stranger who shares her life online what does the guy you fuck give you that we don't, WHATTTTTT, God Nader era you will always be peak shitshow peak insane you will never be topped as far as reality tv realm goes, anyways, obvs same problem, she comes online venting, i can't remember her ever directly saying she needs support for leaving but i sure she has said she's done but she's happy she has them aka the people in her chat, she even said if she said the word 'paperclip' a word she asked them to decide as the safe word to call the cops if her 'bf' storms in her house, anyways promoting abuse, giving an abuser a platform, romanticising abuse yadda yadda. Kinda similar. Again the batshit thing remains monetary value in keeping the rollercoaster up, getting money by airing it out, getting money from concerned viewers who feel like their message will be read if they give money and that will change her life, her then using this money to spend on Nader, Nader being with her for the youtube money, the youtube money coming partly from people begging her to not be with him. Amazing.

Personally i think they go through the cycle as one normally does and then give up and they know they will earn money from it so do exploit it but that pretty much their attempts are genuine, is it possible they are like views are low let me plan a cycle, sure i think its a bit unlikely given how in real life the cycle is always ongoing, like why would someone do this to themselves and what are they glorifying, perhaps its just showcasing the ugly reality of how hard addiction and depression is and how spaces for fetishes exist but most of their views and their popularity comes from fascination of it. Cope and avoid. Not a fan of i am healthy and i feel great, like that kind of lying is ehh but anyways that's atleast for the most part not the problem with them. Ya its about spaces, and i can't say i am fan of them but the whole i am being gaslighted thing is so idiotic.

[femme-is-my-gender]

Okay. Just journaling on the world wide web ignore me

But when S and I moved to ATL I agreed (and was excited) to go even though that meant quitting a job that was my passion. I really loved my previous jobs and have a real passion for primates and there's just... Nothing where we are for me. Theres the zoo, which I would have to volunteer and beg and MAYBE get a position. And there's rehab centers around for wildlife but I pigeonholed myself into such a tight niche. I kind of don't have relevant experience for anything but what I was previously doing. And now I'm working at a vet office and the Dr likes me he wants to make me clinic manager but I don't like the job Im super depressed I knew it would be hard to find a relevant job here but I didn't know how hard it would affect me to not be doing my passion . And the primate blog was supposed to be a filler for that so I could fill my passion while I find my next big thing but it just makes me sad now and I can feel myself forgetting details of animals I loved and it feels like grief. Idk. We are talking about kids in the next few years and I want to be near family so our kids can feel connected to family bc I didn't as a kid but.. I also don't want to be where they are.

We are going back to tx and I'm going to volunteer at my old jobs and I know it will be so cathartic to see the animals again and s mentioned maybe me staying here for a while so I can work my passion while I keep applying to jobs in ATL but that makes me feel so guilty to quit my current job with no notice, leave S and our dog, and my family who were all so excited I moved back home. It would totally throw a huge wrench in our plans but it does sound really enticing. I would be alone here tho living with his family who are good to me it would be fine but it would be strange too. Going into this trip with very very strange feelings. Bittersweet and the trip hasn't even started yet.

[funkyllama]

“Talking With A Toddler” Pose Pack

6 “poses” (+2 sims each = 12 total).

Place teleporters in the center of a dining chair.

Made for my lovely friend @nexility-sims go read their story, plz and ty.

Note : Adult (”A”) thumbnail model has the buck teeth, I promise you their mouth is open normally.

made with custom rigs, since I’m layzee they will be characters in my story, read the most recent post here.

have fun! and tag #funkyllama if you’d like, I’d love to see them used by ya!!!

DOWNLOAD : Sims File Share or Patreon (always free!)

@ts4-poses @emilyccfinds @maxismatchccworld

[ofcowardiceandkings]

id like to stake my claim as BotW Zelda Defense Squad team leader i have the Credentials and a Big Mouf

[some-nonbinary-freakdeactivated]

Underverse-out-of-context!

Boi… u need some help?

Cross’s close up!

Gorl…. stAhP…

Ohhhh… somebody… ohhh… he need some milk…

There is an asteroid going through your head ma’am… are u ok?

*cricket noises*

oH~ EllO AiR! *shreck noises continue*

SlAyyY~ wAhT Ya WanNa SlaYYYyyyY~

Ooh shaoadows!

Gorl… u good?!

Oml… 😭

NOW, SANS BEING SANS:

That was, SANS BEING SANS!~

Underverse/Art by: @jakei95

:)

[dev-fiction]

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