#you know his ass is out .. those pants dont fit

[jdexhusband]

FARRO FARRO FARRO!!!

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[slvttyplum]

hey, if you haven’t done this yet, can i rq geto who loves dressing his s/o up and taking photos of them but it has major sexual tension 🥹

if someone were to ask suguru what his hobby was, he would say that his whole hobby pertained to you. getting cute outfits for you to wear allowed him to take hundreds and hundreds of pictures, and he never got tired of it.

your shared closet being filled up with outfits that you only wore once, but suguru wanting to keep them for sentimental value, even wrapping them up so that they wouldn't get any unnecessary dust on them.

taking the time to move you around and take pictures from all different angles was what got his heart pumping, and the little friend in his pants was shooting up. you were so photogenic that you didn't have to do anything; all you had to do was stare into the camera and look pretty.

these weren't for a project or anything; he kept them for his own keeping, printing them out at the end of the day and cutting them into his scrapbook dedicated to you. two pages each of the same look and you in different ooses, his cheeks getting warm and covered with a pink tint whenever he found himself flipping through the pages.

running his finger over your face every time he flipped a page, he was always so amazed when he went back to look through the scrapbook in its entirety because you looked like a model. you never had to hold a pose for too long because any position you were in fit what he wanted.

"too cute for your own good; look into the camera, baby." his body was above you, and as you lay on the bed with your arms above your head, all you heard were sweet praises and the camera clicking. you couldn't help but smile.

about to cover your face from being too embarrassed even though you did this every weekend, suguru grabbed your arm and smiled at you as he took another picture.

"what was that? dont hide your face; that's the money maker." a laugh erupting from your mouth as he continues to take pictures, not waiting to see if the camera is still in focus. you looked amazing; he couldn't wait.

this is all he ever wanted—to find someone to admire, take care of, and fawn over—and he finally found you. someone he could look at for hours on end and never get tired, his eyes scanning over every little thing on your face.

it was incredible. how could someone look so good so easily?

his heart beats faster when he realizes he's been staring at you without taking any pictures. even though this camera captured so many good moments between the two of you and especially you, the camera could never capture the beauty of your face through a lens.

you were much more than that.

even with the silly costumes and the mini skirts that didn't cover half of your ass, he always found himself looking at your face for the longest time. that's the only thing he could focus on, and he didn't know if buying the outfits every time was a waste or not; he just loved to have these pictures of you for when he missed you.

he just wanted to be selfish for those three hours out of a seven-day period.

[tojisth3rdwife]

“Bout time you answered the damn phone..”

You wrinkle your nose at the hint of attitude in Toji’s deep voice, finding it a little cute since you knew that just his personality.

With your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, you continued working down the mountain of laundry in the basket on your living room floor.

“Uhm, rude?” you snort, tossing a freshly folded towel to join its appropriate pile before picking up another.

“What ever happened to ‘hello’ or ‘hey big booty’ ?”

“I reserve those types of greetings for girlfriends that pick up the first time I call.”

At that you roll your eyes, snatching up another towel.

“Girlfriends? So theres others?” you begin folding it. The faint sound of echoe’d music and a muffled voice requesting assistance in the frangrance department let you know Toji was out and about, more than likely at some convenience store.

The big nasty was probably restocking on condoms and that special brand of lube he used on you a while back. The one that resulted in you needing to change your bed sheets.

Twice.

“See, I could play your game and say there are others just to fuck with you....’xcuse me...” he pauses to say to an older woman he squeezed past in the aisle.

“...but you cant take a damn joke and I plan on getting some tonight.”

You pert your lips at the statement but dont argue. Even in the several months you and Toji became exclusive, it was true that his sense of humor surpassed yours when it came to him and other women. You werent nearly as possessive or jealous as he was (usually), but he knew better than to test it.

“Smart. Im glad you value your life. Talk to me nice.” you respond in the most brattish way, making your boyfriend chuckle dryly on the other end of the phone.

“Shut up. Anyway, what kind of soap do you use again? I vaguely remember what it looks like but theres 5 bottles that match what I see in my brain.”

“Soap? Like to wash my body?” you furrow your brow distractedly, continuing to fold clothes.

“Naw to wash your dog.” he tosses back sarcasticaly. If there was a camera crew in your house, you’d be glancing at them with a deadpanned look of annoyance.

You didnt have a dog.

“Would it be so hard just to answer a question? I swear I dont like you sometimes.” you mutter, flapping out the pair of pants you were about to fold and Toji’s smirk is as audidle as his snickering.

“But you love me all the time. Now stay focused. Soap. The kind you wash your ass with.”

You sigh in exasperation at the simple question. And it was for sure simple ,but as many times as Toji had been in your shower, sometimes with you, he should be able to know which damn soap you used.

Old ass..

“Dr.Bronner’s babe. Unscented..”

“The light blue one. See, I knew I remembered it.”

Toji snatches the largest bottle of pure castile soap from the shelves. His massive hand grasps it effortlessly as he made his way to another aisle, squinting at a display of electric shavers curiously.

“Well alright. Thats all I wanted. Carry on cheating or whatever you doing..”

You let out a loud breath, tossing the pair of pants aside.

“Why are you like this? That’s not funny, you know?”

“What?” Toji strolls leisurely down the shave aisle now, eyeing the array of products.

“You saying shit like that. Accusing me of cheating every time I don’t pick up or text back fast. Its irritating..” you huff, aggressively flapping out another pair of sweats that you immediately knew belonged to Toji.

“Is it?”

“Is it?” You mock him, balling up his oversized joggers scornfully and throwing them on the floor. God he was annoying. If he werent so fine, and tall, and big..

And fit.

And sexy.

And intimidating.

And..

What were we talking about?

A breathy chuckle vibrates against your ear, as well as the echoing *beep* of the cashiers growing louder, both yanking you off your tangent.

“Aww, mama. Don’t be like that. I only say it as a joke. I know you’d never cheat on me ‘cuz my dick’s too big.” Toji remarks all too casually, not even acknowledging the way an old man shoots him a disgustingly surprised look at his crudeness out loud as he walked past him.

You snort in amusement and shake your head.

“True. But don’t be so sure. Theres plenty of trees in the forest.” You remark cheekily, glad that you weren’t in front of him after saying that. Part of you wished you were though. Watching those pretty beady eyes of his shrink with his glare was equal parts scary and arousing. To your surprise, Toji finds your rebuttal funny enough to laugh.

“You must really want me to fold your ass like a futon, huh? Just wait, I’ll be by there later.”

Toji turns to get in line at a check out lane. A little girl standing with her mother behind him stares up at his back with wide eyes, probably never seeing a man of his size and stature. Ya boy was scraping at 6’3 barefoot, so in shoes he was surely around 6’4. Even you would find yourself gaping up at him when he stood in front of you.

“Yeah? What you gon do?

*beep*

Toji shuffles forward, the scarred corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

“Fold you like a futon. Duh. You want candy?” He quickly changes the subject distractedly, falling victim to the mini wall of chocolate bars and gum.

The threat makes your core flutter while his subtle way of always keeping you in mind had you biting down on your grin as you continued folding laundry.

“Nooo, Baby. I don’t want candy. Thank you though.” You giggle, rolling your eyes.

“Well dont ask for some of mine ‘cuz I aint sharing..” Toji grumbles, still picking up two candy bars.

“Mmhmm.”

Having folded the final article of clothing and setting it aside, you sink back into the couch cushions with a huff, lifting your hand to untuck your phone and hold it against your ear.

“So wait, thats why you were blowing me up? Over soap?”

“Basically. I wanted you to have your own for when you stay with me. I know you have sensitive skin and shit…” he responds before reciprocating the cashiers greeting as he set his items on the belt.

“Awwww DaddyBear, how considerate of you. I wanna kiss you now, instead of slapping your face”

“Youre too easy to impress woman. Its just soap. You leave shit at my apartment anyway so I figured you’d wanna have something to shower with too.”

“I know but it’s still sweet. Come over now so I kiss on you and touch your butt.”

Toji snorts at your antics, knowing damn well he wasn’t letting your hands go anywhere near his ass.

“Yeah yeah. I gotta swing by Shui’s to pick up some money then Im gonna head your way.”

“Ok. But wait, you still could have just texted me that. Why call and make a fuss?”

“Damn. Maybe I also just like hearing your whiny ass voice y’know?”

You sigh, your giddiness fading immediately.

“Just hurry up and come over, ass.”

“See? Can never take a joke.”

“Bye Toji.”

“See you later Big Booty..”

<call ended>

[awkward-fink]

Sleep Positions with Them. (I)

Price: - He lays on his back, one arm around your body, holding you securely to his side in a gentle but firm hold. - only wears sleep shorts and his dogtags to bed. His thighs are too thick for normal sleeping pants and he gets way too warm in those anyway. Also he loves that he can feel your skin on his when you tangle your legs with his own. - loves when you are draped half over him, your fingers curled into his chest hair, one hand of his covering yours. One of his fingers is laying on your pulse point, feeling the steady thrumm while his thumb lazily traces over your knuckles. - he doesnt need a blanket. And you dont either. He is a living furnace, even in winter you are always cosy warm.

Ghost: - curled around you, holding onto you tightly. - always sleeps closest to the door, its instinct, dont question it. - on bad nights he will sleep on top of you, his head firmly positioned on top of your chest, ear firmly pressed against the spot where your heart beats underneath layers of skin and flesh. Its his most favorite lullaby. - would sleep in his tactical gear if you hadnt forbidden it, so he wears a long shirt and long sleeping pants to bed. - will wake when you move or twitch and check if everything is alright before falling back to sleep - forget going to the loo in the middle of the night alone. What if you fall? Or stub your toe? And he isnt there to protect you from the corner of the shower? No way. He is sleepily stumbling right after you, only alert enough to fall into bed after you and curl around you, again. - only needs a light blanket when sleeping with you, because you are clingy (as if he is not!). And needs a weighted blanket on nights when you are away on business.

Soap: - no fixed sleeping position. He starfishes, noodles around, and planks on the bed. All at once. Though, he never pushes you out of the bed, again. Once was one time too many and the *Look* you gave him after that scared him for life. - falls asleep with you in his arms as the big spoon. wakes up in a double spiral, flat salto mortale with you on top of him, his legs wrapped around you like a monkey. And no one knows where the blankets have gone to! - would sleep naked but you wont allow it, on every night. He starts with a boxershort and a shirt and wakes up with one article of clothing missing. - is a sleep kisser. Kisses your fingers, your shoulders, your chest and if he is lucky, your mouth in his sleep. Also cant get enough contact. - loves when you card your hands through his hair when he had a bad day, or a nightmare. Calms him down real quick. If you speak gaelic, he will literally start drooling in his sleep - all the blankets and then no blankets - nights with Soap are wild. In more ways than one.

Gaz: - has a strict routine before coming to bed - loves to have you at his side when falling asleep, your head on his shoulder and his nose buried in your hair. Its calming for him. - sleeps like the dead. Or a stone. Or a field of stones. You could play hardcore metal with screeching violins and that man will only twitch a finger. - *has* to have contact with you while sleeping. Doesnt matter if its a hand, a foot, a leg or even your head, NEEDS contact. If there is no contact, he will wiggle in the bed to search for you, and he will be asleep while doing that - has a whoe ass pyjama, which looks like a suite or at least fitting together like those checkered Ones made out of cotton. Filthily comfy and wont let you burrow them. - Needs at least two blankets and you to rest in comfort. - Listen! Has the most wild dreams and will talk to you in his sleep, wont remember anything in the morning though

Bonus! Roach: - loves to sleep with you in the bed - has a blanket only for you, and a pillow and even wants you to sleep in his shirt. - you understand, that he can fall asleep better if he can have something smelling of you, when you are not with him - loves to curl his fingers around yours, watching you sleep, your legs tangled and your foreheads touching. - lazily signs one handed against the palm of your hand, silly little things, his feelings, sweet nothings, just wants to feel you. - has the best sleep when your breaths mingle, your hands intertwined, his leg hooked around yours. - loves to wake up and the first thing he sees is you. (has literal heart eyes!) - has one oversized blanket for you both to share - loves to kiss you lazily, lips just brushing over yours chastely until you both fall asleep. Holds one of your hands to his heart if he can get away with it - wears a very ol shirt and some old shorts to bed

[scruus]

✎ sub afab childe + dom amab reader notes: just rough filthy wall sex; dirty talk; degradation. Bitch i was horny when i wrote this. Again, NOT PROOFREAD.

It was really really REALLY fucking hard to do normal chores around the house when your boyfriend is roaming the entire place with those tight yoga pants that show off his plump ass so well. Forget chores, normal daily actions were now difficult to go on about without a boner in your pants.

And my god when he bends down to pick something up and his fat cunt just peeks at you from behind. Even eating a damn meal is making you sweat just because he likes to “stretch” himself and “do yoga” at the same time you’re eating dinner.

You don’t know who gave him the idea to do yoga at home and recommended those tight ass pants but you’re just praising that good old lad because it wouldn’t have led to the present situation.

Your arms hooked under his leg, carrying him like he weighs nothing. His back against the wall, arms around your neck and his mouth screaming whorish moans.

He feels you in so deep in his womb he fears you’re gonna split him open with the way you’re moving so damn rough and fast.

He didn’t even mean to tease you? He just was following the advice from his friends on how to stay fit these days.

But how could he complain now when you’re filling his cunt so well. Your thick cock just drilling into his sopping fat cunt and he can do nothing but cry and moan.

“You did this on purpose didnt you slut? You made sure i was looking at you all those times while you were bending down and showing that gorgeous ass to me huh?”

He wish he could deny it but his brain has turned to total mush so he just lols his tongue out and nods like a brainless bitch. Not even a few seconds has passed and he is already going dumb on your dick.

“Yea thats right, take that dick like the good fucking bitch you are ”, his cunt squeezes down on your dick so hard when you call him that and it just fuels your lust. Hugging him to your chest and groping that ass while you treat him him like a fleshlight.

“Ahn~ sh-shit am g-gonna cum w-wait”, he cries out, his hands clawing at your back, trying to slow you down but you just dont falter.

Your neighbors are probably gonna complain tomorrow about the loud and scandalous noises coming from your apartment but you give two fucks about it.

With a loud wail, his eyes roll back as he cums on your cock, his entire body shaking. His voice all hoarse and breathless as he mumbles your name. It looks like he won’t be able to speak without sounding scratchy for a while.

“We are not done yet hun”, you huff out in his ears as you carry him to your bedroom. “Huh?”, childe mumbles mindlessly not understanding your words but feeling a shiver run down his spine.

He will probably also not be able to walk for a while…..

[laluv-469]

"The Other Woman"

synopsis: its a mean one. gojo is cheating on his girlfriend with you and the guilt of sadness of it all is starting to hit you. practically a flashback and a psychological breakthrough contemplating why you tolerate his shit. but whether you continue to is an entirely more difficult question.

content: smut, jjk x reader, cheating gojo satoru x reader, vaginal sex, rough, hair pulling, unprotected, gojo on top, angry sex, dom, angst, asshole gojo, etc idk i dont write smut often lmao

for clarification; gojo would NEVER cheat, at least that's what I think. uh I just had this really neat, angsty idea linked to this song, and I know how to write gojo better than any other character. granted, toji or most definitely sukuna would fit better, but again, don't know how to write those characters as well. i also think this is a very poor interpretation of gojo and his personality, but it cruely exposes his flaws related to being a little boasty f-boy. hope it doesn't disappoint too much, i am not an experienced writer <3

deepest apologies for any typos and grammatical errors. literally editing this at 1 am ♡

word count: 1,526

As much as you hated thinking about it, you were undeniably the other woman. You were the woman Gojo would sneak out of the room to text once his girlfriend fell asleep. You were the woman he would call when he got lonely and sad. You were the woman he would take out on secret dates across town. And, of course, you were the woman Gojo would ruthlessly fuck at the local motel. 

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“Fuckkk�� Gojo would greedily groan as he slid his thick member in and out of your squelching hole. “You're nothing like her…” He chuckled to himself in awe as his grip on your hips tightened. 

“So- fuckin’ tight~!” He bared through gritted teeth.

You shifted your weight slightly, burying your head down into the sheets with furrowed brows. Your long locks of hair fell loosely over your shoulders, draping down over your forehead. You only hum lazily in response, a bored expression on your face as he pounded into your little pussy. 

God, he felt painfully good, but you hated when he compared you to her. You hated the way it made you think too much. And for awfully too long. Your eyes drifted off into long, angry thought. Gojo noticed this, and he also hated when you weren't receptive to him.

He had you bent over on your stomach,  breasts smushed against the sheets as his hips rolled against your ass. The man lowered himself to your head, his warm breath tickling your neck. In a swift motion, he moved his hands toward your stomach and pressed firmly, pushing himself deeper inside you. His thrusts soon became rough and intentional… like he was testing your limits. 

He managed to get a whimper out of you, your face contorting slightly with his change in pace. “Nngh~”

You tried to remain nonchalant though, turning your face away from him, not letting him see your arousal. 

With the hand that wasn't clenching your stomach, he pulled a large chunk of your hair to the left, forcing you to meet his piercing eyes. They were narrow and.. almost dark with deep passion.. anger.. whatever it was your actions made him feel. 

“Not feelin’ it hon?” He questioned with only slight irritation in his voice. 

"Am I doing a crap job, hm?” He asks in a low voice, humor and frustration swirling into one. 

Both of your heads were bobbing up and down with the intensity of his thrusts, heavy pants accompanying that. Still, he managed to stare into your soul as awaited your response. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and the reserved whimpers you let out through tight lips. 

You avoided his eyes, closing them while trying to endure the pain. Each thrust sent him further inside you, his hips barely moving away from yours. It's like he was nearly locked in place with you, his hips bucking back and forth, keeping a small distance between your bodies. His grip on your body was tight, holding onto your hair and waist like his life fucking depended on it.

He scoffed at your silence, yanking at your hair again, harder this time, causing your head to whip back. You finally broke, your mouth was open and now loud. He seemed to have reached your core, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot. Each time, you swore you saw stars. It's like he was becoming one with you, his entire size stuffing you grossly. 

“Ah, ah ah!! S-Satoru-nn!!” You pleaded, your voice loud and squeaky, yet barely coherent.

“Don't- fucking ignore me…” He spoke in a low growl, his voice breaking in a similar manner to yours. 

He placed his temple against yours, your foreheads now pressed against each other as his movements grew more sloppy and erratic. His grip on your hair was still tight, practically using it for support as his body moved restlessly against you. Your scalp wss being stressed, strands sure to fall out after it's next brush.

“What's wrong, hm? Before.. I-” He stopped, struggling to speak and fuck you at the same time, “Before I pull out.. tell.. me” He panted heavily in an ugly rhythm with your moans, a lewd melody of slaps and grunts filling the air. 

He was close, you felt him throb inside you, and you were too. Your walls began to enclose, almost trapping him inside your hole. “Tight fuckin’ cunt…” He grunted lowly, chuckling to himself once again at the marvel that was your pretty little pussy. 

You shut your eyes tight as your orgasm neared, mouth gaped open, trying to find the right words. What could you possibly utter to him? You hated that he was in this secret “relationship” with you.. yet you let it fly. Why, though? Speak up, tell him! And so you did.

In broken words and whimpers, “Break.. up with her..” You regretted the words as soon as they escaped your lips, biting your entire lower lip in immediate guilt.

Gojo's hips stuttered a bit, your words clearly catching him by surprise. But you were too lost in the rhythm to stop. You felt a rising sensation in your stomach, a hungry desire to completely let loose everywhere. It was strong, so very strong, and you just needed this orgasm so badly. Your pussy was puffy and throbbing, his large member surely leaving you sore. He fucked and fucked and fucked, that lovely spot being tapped and played with till it went off. Shortly after, you came all over his cock, juices spilling out and dripping onto the bed. He fucked your cunt still, helping you ride out your orgasm as he neared his. Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of being emptied and filled all over again overstimulating you immensely, yet satisfying your desire so beautifully.

He followed shortly after, shooting his load inside you accompanied by the release of your hair, relief washing over the both of you. Letting out a heavy, slutty breath into your ear, he slowed down significantly, gently fucking the mixture of cum inside of you. Your head was soon back on the bed, red from shame and regret at what you said before. However the man simply pulled out and collapsed beside you, both of you simply laying on your stomachs, backs rising and falling with the aftermaths of an intense session. He raised his hand to your head, caressing your scalp in a comforting manner, as to apologize for the pulling and yanking.

He sighed, a worrisome look on his pretty fuck-boy face. “Break up with her?” He whispered.. sounding sad… Sad? 

This asshole, what did he have to be sad about? You were the one crying yourself to sleep every night and eating alone more often than not. And imagine how his girlfriend would feel if she knew? This entitled, pretty asshole.

Your eyebrows furrowed angrily, turning your head to face the white-haired man. “Yes. She doesn't deserve to be cheated on for one, now you're just leading her on. Are you that dense or what?”

His head pulled back slightly in a contorted facial expression, seemingly offended by your comment. But he knew you were right, his eyes drifting away in thought. “You're right… Just.. let's sleep on it.” He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

Yeah, he sure did have a habit of putting this off. He'd always find an excuse not to think about it or talk about it.

You huffed, pulling away from his touch and rolling out of the trashy motel mattress. “No, that's your decision.” 

He pissed you off, his eyes fluttering open again and stupidly following you with the dumb puppy face. You ignored him though, limping your way to the bathroom with a change of clothes. 

Took a piss, showered, and changed within the next 20 minutes, you stepped out fully clean and refreshed. You dried up your hair a few feet away from the bed, Gojo watching your every move. Your face was scrunched up and angry, hating the fact that he was looking at you so desperately right now. Why'd you even let him fuck you? 

“I'm going home,” You grabbed your bag and phone, heading for the door.

Without even realizing, Gojo was rushing out of bed, quickly stumbling toward you, “Fuck do you mean? I'm not driving you back over right now..” He leaned against the door frame butt naked, dick hanging loose and head tilted sideways.

You pushed his chest lightly, “Put some clothes on, get some sleep. I'll take a bus or something.” Again, you turn away from him, heading for the door knob.

Gojo's hand grabbed your arm, tugging you softly. “Why are you mad… baby… you know how this goes..” He practically pleaded, a tired and worn out expression on his stupid face.

“Cut it out, please I'm done Satoru I'm tired of feeling like shit every day.” You threw your head back, sadness and anger finally broke through. 

“I'll cut her off, okay?” He spoke quickly and firmly, almost as if just to shut you up. After that, it was all a blur.

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That day though, you fell for the facade, running right back into his arms, climbing right back into that bed, and continuing to be just the other woman.

Why you still do it? For the thrill? For the love? You sat for hours thinking about it, writing about it, crying about it. You almost told his girlfriend a couple of times. You have countless pages saved in your notes explaining everything to her, yes everything. But your heart and soul know you won't ever tell her, better yet jeopardize the “relationship” you have right now. 

“Hey love…” He would greet you, caressing your cheek and brushing through your hair with his pale slender fingers. “You're so beautiful baby… I don't deserve you.” He smiled warmly at you, love genuinely radiating from his body.

Was any of that real? He was right though. A cheater doesn't deserve you. But you weren't any fucking better that's for sure. You're not sure when this will end, but damn you hope it ends with you finally being content and happy. No longer, the other woman.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

could i request a hobie brown friends to lovers fic/drabble/whatever you’d like… im YEARNING for this man 😭😭😭 i fear i wont survive if they dont announce btsv release date soon im living off of crumbs rn!!!

𝑶𝒖𝒉𝒉 𝒐𝒇𝒄!! 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔!

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝑯𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑻 (𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒐😮‍💨), 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕!! 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚- @h-aewo and @dollywons

You’ve always known that you and hobies “friendship” was different than any other ones you’ve had. You two were always swerving between the lines of a platonic relationship, and a romantic one. The both of you knew about your crushes on each other, but were simply too afraid to commit to anything more intimate because of your busy schedules.

It was a free day today for the both of you, so of course you decided to spend the day with him. Walking into his apartment, him sprawled out on the couch while mindlessly strumming random notes on his guitar, but his attention quickly being directed towards you once he sees that pretty face that he loves so much.

“I thought ya’ weren’t goin ta’ show, lovie” he teases, knowin damn well you don’t like to be apart from him for long. You smile at the name he called you, “eh, I got bored of my place and plus, I missed my husband” you say with a sarcastic smirk on your face, the comment making him giggle. You walk over to the kitchen to drop the snacks you brought for him mainly you onto the counter before plopping yourself onto the couch next to him. “Oh, did ya’ now?” He purrs, tilting his head as he studies your expression.

You feel yourself flush and grow warm under his strong gaze, but you don’t let your nerves get ahold of you, “mhm, couldn’t be away from you for more than two hours, I just love you sooooo much, I think my heart might burst!”you say with fake enthusiasm, placing a hand over your heart and sighing dramatically. He laughs at your antics as he reaches for the remote to look for a movie, “wha’ do we wanna watch, love?” He asks as he moves his legs so you can sit closer to him, to which you take the invitation immediately. “Mmmmmm, what about that one horror movie that miles was talking about? shit, what was it called?” You look up at the ceiling and try to remember the name of the movie. “the descent’?” hobie chimes in, “yeah! Damn your memory is better than mine, b” you admit as you get up to go get some snacks, “it’s because I’m olda n wisa”, hobie quips as he gets up and follows you to the kitchen. “Yeah, i don’t know about that wiser part, and you’re only older than me by a month, not even!” You point out as you reach in his fridge to pour both of you a glass of some sweet tea, handing his to him before you seat yourself on his counter as you watch him make popcorn. “Still older than you though,” he says matter of factly, crossing his arms and ankles as he leans against the counter, waiting for the popcorn to finish. “Whatever, b” you huff, now more focused on how well that shirt was fitting him; it made him look so broad and taller than he already was, and how those sweats he had on made his legs look so long, and meaty, they fit just right that you can so clearly see the imprint of his cock.

“You know, it’s rude to stare, pretty girl,” his soothing baritone knocked you out of your trance, but that made you realize he was staring at you just as hard, the tank top you were wearing made your slim figure more defined, and the bra you were wearing with that made your tittes sit nice and pretty, along with your juicy couture track pants that made your thighs and ass look absolutely delicious to hobie. “You should take your own advice, b” you reply, tone laced in honey. “Mhm, guess I should,” he says calmly as he walks towards you and places his hands on either side of your thighs, cadging you in. “You drive me crazy, ya know tha, sweetheart?” His tone is low and raspy, the deepness of his voice makes you subconsciously shiver, “oh, I’m well aware, b,” you say in a low, sultry tone.

But before either of you could make a move, the alarming beep of the microwave went off, but hobie still lingered near your figure, “you should get that, b. Wouldn’t want it to burn, ya’know” his eyes flick to your lips for a split second before meeting your alluring gaze again. “ ‘pose ya right, dove” he agrees as he reluctantly pushes himself off the counter, mourning the loss of your body heat against his. You take a moment to collect yourself, to not let your nerves and feelings get the best of you, but your body was determined to ignore the pleas of your mind.

Tossing the popcorn in a bowl, you watch as he adds butter, parmesan, and salt to it (don’t knock until you try it yall, ik it sounds like the most yt ppl combo ever but it’s so FYEEEE🤤) and pops a few into his mouth, holding the bowl out to you as a gesture for you to take some, to which you do happily. “Mhm, I’ve been thinkin about this all week, b, it’s not the same when I make it,” he chuckles at your comment before nodding his head to the living room, signaling for you to follow him. “Oh, yeah?, guess I’ll just have to make popcorn to get you to stay here, huh?” You look up at him with a smirk before reaching your hand in the bowl to grab a few more pieces, “I guess so, pay me for each night and I’ll stay here forever” you quip as you throw two pieces into your mouth and flop onto the couch.

He scoffs and lets out a little, “oh, 100%” before placing the popcorn on your lap and picking up your legs so he can sit down, gently placing your legs back on his lap once he’s settled. The action had you flushed, sure, you guys were flirty with each other but you were never really physically affectionate with one another. Your eyes were glued on his long, thick fingers were oh so casually caressing the soft skin of your upper calve, even though the action was small, you felt a familiar throbbing between your legs.

His attention was stuck onto the TV, scrolling through to find the movie you guys wanted to watch before finally finding it and playing it. Placing the remote down at his side, the hand that was holding it now finds purchase on the middle of your calve, drawing the same soothing motions on it like he was doing with his left. You tried to focus on the movie and the yummy bowl of popcorn resting on your lap, but you eyes kept falling onto those veiny hands that you’ve imagined doing much lewder things than they were barely doing right now. The sound of your heartbeat was loud enough for you to hear it in your ears, and you knew hobie could hear it too, you could tell by the way the smirk on his face got wider dispite there being nothing entertaining going on in the movie- and how he ever so slightly moved his hands up further, so his left was resting on your knee and his right now where his left was originally.

“Damn, lovie, you gettin beatin up in ya sleep o’ whut?” He asked, referring to the plethora of bruises on your legs and knees especially. A giggle escapes from you, “yeah that, and I’m just clumsy. I wasn’t granted the gift of being spatially aware..it’s a hard life I live, bee, you couldn’t imagine,” you end with a dramatic huff and a shake of your head, making hobie form a feigned look of sympathy on his face, “awee, I kno’ ,baby. Must be such a struggle for you ta just exist wiffout hurtin yourself in some way, huh?” He remarks teasingly with a tilt of his head, making you giggle in response before you both turn your attention back to the movie.

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About halfway through the movie you guys have already demolished the popcorn and placed it aside, the both of you now laying in a more comfortable position- with you laying on his chest and him leaning against a pillow, rubbing your back in soothing figure eights. The position had your heart beating even louder, the sound of it making hobie chuckle, instantly making your body grown warm with embarrassment, “you nervous, bunny?” The deep timber of his voice startled you at first, since you were getting so used to the quiet- but it was never really quiet when it was you and hobie. “mm..a little..” he scoffs, “you lia, I’ve been listenin to your heartbeat ever since you’ve walked in and it hasn’t slowed down since, if anythin it keeps gettin quicka” damn. You’ve always hated and loved how observant he was. It was something that made you fall for him even harder, but also made you want to punch him square in his pretty face.

Hooking his thumb and pointer under your chin, he raises you head up so you’re looking at his intense eyes, “tell me whut’s got you all hot n bothered, babygirl,” he knew exactly what was the reason for your state right now, he just wanted to hear the words fall from your sweet, kissable, lips. You inhale shortly before letting out a quiet, “..you are..” staring at anything but his eyes, but the scoff that came from his lips told you he wasn’t having any of that. Swiftly, he picks you up and scooches himself back on the couch so he was resting comfortably against it before placing you on his lap, now holding your face with his entire hand with a light but firm grip, enough to make your cheeks squish together softly. “Wanna try that again, bunny?” He inquired, tilting his head to the left as he started into your doe eyes, “you are, b..” you spoke with a soft huff, a pout painting your features as you grew mad at your body and mind for so easily melting into his hold.

He bit his lip to try to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape from him, “you’re so adorable,” you glare at him in response, but he doesn’t even flinch under your gaze, instead he focuses on your lips, caressing the soft flesh with the pad of his thumb. You scooch forward on his lap, eager to get a taste of him, but his firm hold on your jaw stops you. “Ah, ah, use your words, dove,” you suppress another huff, instead opting for playing with hobies necklace you bought him for his birthday, “need you to kiss me, b..” he raises his brows, as if he were waiting for you to say more, “..please.” He smiles in approval, giving you a quick kiss to your forehead before trailing down to your lips, kissing you slow, but passionately.

The yearning and anticipation for this moment is poured into every touch of each other’s lips, both of you grabbing onto one another as if you’d fade away if you broke it. You cup the side of his face with your right hand while your left cups the back of his neck, as his other hand roamed from the small of your back to your hip. You feel his tongue lightly brush the bottom of your lip, his way of asking you for permission. You grant his wish eagerly, opening your mouth for him to invade the warmth of it, a soft whimper leaving you when you feel his piercing brush against your tongue, the noise making his grip on you tighten immediately. Each of your muscles swirl together in synchronicity, as if you had to put no thought into kissing him.

Reluctantly, you both pull away slightly, needing to catch y’all’s breath, but not without a string of saliva connecting your lips together. The sight makes you giggle as you rest your forehead against his. “I need you ta be my girl. My love. My everything. Whut d’you say, pretty?” He looks at you with nothing but sincerity in his eyes, studying your face as if it’s the last time he’ll see it. The confession has tears burning in your eyes, a wave of mixed emotions hitting you but two of them were clear; relief, and happiness. You let out an excited giggle, as you nod your head yes while chanting the same word, leaving kisses all over his face as if he just accomplished something amazing (which to both of you, he did), “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that!, I just honestly thought you didn’t have the balls to do so, but I’m glad you proved me wrong.” He makes an offended scoff at your words, placing a hand on his heart dramatically, “ouch, love, you of all people know that I have the balls to do a lot of things most people wouldn’t” you tilt your head at him, “yeah but when it comes to your feelings and committing to something those balls shrivel up into dust, don’t they?” You remark with a smirk, leaving hobie speechless. He knew there was no point in arguing and saying you were wrong, because you weren’t. You knew him better than he knew himself at times, and that’s why he loves you.

He huffs and lets out a quiet, “whatever, you win this time,” which earns a sweet laugh from you, the noise making his heart flutter and a warm smile coat his face.

He squeezes your his lightly to get your attention, “I love you, y/n” he coos, looking at you with pure adoration and love. Tears burn in your eyes again, the warmth of his words making you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you, hobie”

~

𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲!! 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐!, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓! 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒍😭 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝑾𝑨𝑯!!💕💕

𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑺!🫶🏽

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕~ @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @r0y4lr3bl , @jojomoose22 (𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔--𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑽 ✧ 𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑽 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

[megumisgirl]

oh, who is she? (f1 driver!megumi x fem!reader)

megumi was the latest and the hottest f1 driver in the paddock this year. with a world title in his pocket, he got offers left and right, but things have been complicated since he moved from first driver in one of the most prominent teams, to a reserve driver.

when things were tough he could always count on his favourite media manager to make his day okay. bad race? y/n. bad day? y/n. he would find a reason to see you, to be touched by you to hear your voice. he would intentionally crash the car so you would patch him up in the motorhome, in that tiny driver's suit with all the other engineers and drivers and team principals around.

"shh, do you want people to know that you're a little slut?" megumi whispered behind your ears. his hands pressed against your hips as you bent over to the small work out table. your ass pressed firmly against him as you moaned again. you quickly put your free hand on your mouth, biting it, sucking it— doing anything to be quiet.

"so good, so tight..." he whimpered. he looked down at your figure, bent down, your back arching as your nails scratched the table. those quiet whimpers that left your mouth only for the two of you to hear. you twitched when he slapped your ass, "so pretty, so pretty." he mumbled kissing your spine as he slid in and thrusted so deep in you.

"megumi!" you moaned out, he laughed as his hand slowly traced your body. trailing from your hips to your stomach, to your boobs where he pinched your nipple— making you shake as the knot in your stomach tightened— his long slender hands gripped your throat.

"mine." he growled against your ear before thursting back into you. his long, deep thurts making your knees bent as his hands gripped you tighter, preventing you from falling over. your legs shook as you moaned again, "wait, wait, i'm coming too." he panted in your ears.

your entire body vibrated as you came on his thick, long cock. the sight of you all messed up and freshly fucked made him all hard again. he looked down to where his dick was still placed on your ass, both of your come dripping down his thighs and to the floor. you turned around slowly.

his jet black hair was sweaty, his pale face was flushed with a pink hue and his lips slightly parted where saliva dripped down the slight corner. you felt your cunt throb at his scene as he lowered his face to kiss you again. you wrapped your hands around his neck before he pushed you back down on your knees.

"should i make you clean up your mess?" his low, domineering voice spoke as he caressed your jaw. you closed your eyes feeling his touch, taking a brief break before his hands roughly grabbed a handful of your hair making you look up at him. "clean. your. mess. y/n." each of his words made your cunt flutter.

you leaned down, licking the come off of his thighs, then his calfs, and then his dick. licking ever little drop clean as he groans. you stare at him with big doe eyes before you shoot him a smile.

"so pretty," he whispered, placing the tip of his dick on your lips. you grabbed it with both of your hands, making your large hands look small as you held the twelve inches. you kissed the tip, kissed the veins, the edges, he groaned, pulling your hair roughly, "y/n dont tease, fuck."

and with no warning, he shoved himself in your mouth. he pushed so far to the back of your throat where the tears formed in your eyes, you massaged the part of the long dick that didnt fit inside your mouth as you looked up. he threw his head back, thrusting his hips into your mouth as your teeth slightly grazed on his dick.

he moaned looking down at you, "such a slut. but," he moaned, "but, so so good." he whimpered, his movements getting sloppy as he held the workout table for support. with one big thrust that made you gag, he came all over your mouth and face. he took a few deep breaths before he looked down at you, his cum covering your face as a few droplets dripped down your chin.

"filthy girl..." he whispered, wiping your face with a towel as he kissed you, his tounge tasting every inch of your mouth.

"says the guy who was in the grovel." you joked, making him glare at you.

"i have to punish you for that foul tounge." he paused, wearing his black fireproofs as his eyes checked you out, bent over picking up your clothes before wearing them swiftly. "hotel. 9pm. be late, and you won't get to finish."

part two soon!!

[thatdeadaquarius]

I have so many ideas but none of them can be put into words, all I can do is just wheeze as they come along🤣

Also remember how wordy and flowery Teyvat speech/dialogue is? ADD THAT TO THE FACT THAT TEYVAT HAS ITS OWN LANGUAGE---

Reader can understand the basic speech which is why they are so blunt (I love this idea so much 🤣) and can piece together an idea what the person is talking about.

*insert random person talking about a commission with a long ass backstory*

Traveller & Co.: *understands completely and making plans to retrieve said commission*

C!Reader: (They said they had a cart.... a bunch of hilichurls appeared... dancing?.... they want us to dance fight the hilichurls???? Dance off???)

Actual story->The person's cart got ambushed by a group of hilichurls and taunted them by dancing around it.

....... it doesnt always translate well

Also imagine Reader heaeing random names and overthinks it as a word instead of a name.

Example: Pantalone means pants in Philippine English (sorry not sorry Pantalone)

Tsaritsa??? Oh do they speak russian there??? - reader

Capitano -> captain in some countries

(I once mistake Sandrone as Sandalone and I just went "... ehh??? Standalone? Sandalone as in Sand Alone???? Sandal (Flip flops)????

Oh wait its Sandrone" ".... as in Sand and Drone??--)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM ANON MY BELOVED 💖❤🧡💛💚💙💜✨️✨️

Gif is me writing u anything ever:

AHFLALA FERRRALLL I STG I ALSO THOUGHT ABT THIS!! WHY U COULD ALSO BE BLUNT BC U ONLY GOT THE BASICS 💀 RIP

Man theyre written language looks so scary to learn, kinda like when I looked into trying to learn Mandarin/Japanese (and even Korean), the letters r just inherently so different i was so intimidated

And u dont even read it like left -> right like English

Omg i tried to reply to a arabic comment on my art post once, and i felt so acommplished when i finally was able to type "اشكرك (thanks)" but like, i had to put it on the OTHER SIDE OF THE TEXT BOX, LIKE ALIGN IT TO THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF HOW U KNOW ENGLISH IS INHERENTLY ALIGNED LEFT, IT WAS SO TRIPPY-

Going thru genshin life only understanding minimal words of anything anyone says is honestly how i feel like ive been playing Genshin LMAO

Those analysis videos/lore are saving a bitch's life out here

PANTALONE IS ALSO RLLY CLOSE TO SPANISH FOR PANTS I KNOW WHAT U MEANNN LOL

UR ENDLESS CONFUSION FOR SANDRONE PLEASE ANON U DIDNT EVEN GET IT RIGHT THE FIRST CORRECTION IT JUST KEPT GETTING WORSEEE 😂😭 SAME THO

That would literally be you in genshin tho, like i could easily see it being like, back to back misunderstandings 😭😭

Like u think u got it right (Oh so his name is Rex Lapis, wait what? Morax? Ok his name is Morax...?? What??? Zhongli??? WHO IS THIS MAN-)

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JFC first they gotta have a whole different language (like u saw in game)

And ON TOP OF THAT THEY CAN TALK FOR 10 MIN STRAIGHT ABT THE WEATHER OR SOME SHIT??

No... just, no.

U quickly decide u like what little bits of language u could pick up so far, which just results in,

U guessed it, simple speech and short fragmented sentences (or broken Teyvatian)

U cant even bring urself to care when u give half the characters a heart attack and send the rest into laughing fits

No fucks given, they wanna make this extra hard on u by being wordy on top of a new language,

Yeah u dont care what comes out of ur mouth anymore

Also, since everybody is raised in Teyvat very few ppl dont know the language, which once again brings us back to ancient/older deities/creatures who have a more simplistic version/outdated version of modern language

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Omg getting stuff mistranslated bc u cant understand it all/only keywords sounds like hell but also rlly funny

Traveler/Paimon: "Alright, yes, all is well. We will accept this comission, and depart soon."

You: "...they want us to?? Dance fight?? Hilichurls...???"

Traveler just stares at u half in pity, half trying to hide their amused smile, Paimon is giggling

The commissioner is shook bc a supposed ancient creature?? Just accepted?? Their simple commission?? And u think they want u to dance battle???

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PLEASE U MISTRANSLATE THE HARBINGERS NAMES RIGHT TO THEIR FACES

Signora: "You shall rue the day you crossed the Fatui mortals!"

You: "Lady we don't care, just fight us."

(Signora just means 'Lady')

Signora: *offended gasp*

Traveler/Paimon trying to stifle laughter

Raiden Shogun jaw dropped a little

.

Pantalone: "What a pleasure to finally meet you traveler, and thine wonderful companions!" *little bastard smile*

You: "And it was awful to meet you, Pants."

Pantalone: 😶😧😡 "Pants?! HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN GIVE ME THE MOST BASE RESPECT, AFTER I GREETED THEE SO KINDLY-"

.

Oh its so funny, everytime you talk about Childe you always phrase it like he's an actual child bc u thought everyone was just calling him a little kid for some reason (u dont know how Teyvat ages work, he could be for all you know!)

Not very long, but Vine Boom anon your brain >>>>

Ur ideas r so on point, i love them sm

That makes perfect sense why u could be talking blunt too, like an in world explanation really

For you, all the desserts🥰 🤲🍪🍨🍰🍮🧋🍦🍡

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

[sachiko6243]

The good old Doc - Part 1

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

I plan on doing a series here, that is currently in progress, so I dont know how many parts will be there. I will link the following part in the previous one, when a new one is out.

Word count: 3103

Warnings: none

“May I introduce you: Dr. Lilith Adams.” Admiral Simpson strut into my office on the San Diego naval base, followed by a group of people. I looked up from my desk, smiling at Cyclone. He personally requested me back from my civilian status, but I refused to join the Navy several times. But I had to hold him for it, he was persistent. Finally giving in in my request to allow me to wear my old tactical gears and not the navy uniform, so I had many more freedoms than the rest of the people on base. Including not dressing in uniform. Sure, I had to follow rules such as the clothes must be practical, not revealing and work safe. For me that meant I wore black combat boots, black cargo pants and simple black shirts every day. The only colorful thing about me was my red colored hair. Something I had to fight for it to stay during my work in the military. After I dropped out, I colored my bond hair a flashy red and now I didn’t want to go back.

“Cyclone.” I smiled, getting up from my chair. Behind him I noted how everyone looked confused to why I was calling the Admiral by his callsign. He rounded my desk pulling me into a stiff hug, he always gave me. “Wifey.”

“To what do I owe you the pleasure?” I asked, letting my eyes wander over the group. Admiral Simpson turned back to the pilots: “I wanted you to get to know your new team. She will be the new asset to your team. I got ordered to provide special medical attention for your team since the last mission nearly killed three of you.” I tilted my head at his words. “A personal medic for your best babies, or what?” Cyclone straightened up at my comment using his commanding voice at me: “Those are all Top Gun graduates. The best of their classes. They fly the most dangerous missions and I want you to make sure, they survive as best as possible.”

A tall blonde man with green eyes stepped forward. “You heard him sweet cheeks. We are the best. We don’t need no babysitter.” He wore a smug half grin on his face, chewing on a toothpick. “Watch it blondie. I am not bound to the Navy honor code.” I retorted, squinting my eyes. He seemed not to be intimidated by my threat, rather persistent to get on my nerves. “Sure, Wifey. You must be a real tough one to be a medic here in beautiful San Diego, letting the sun warm your ass, while sipping coffee.” Before I could say anything, a darkhaired woman stepped around him, holding her hand out. “Shut it Bagman. Hi my name is Natasha ‘Phoenix’. Ignore him. He is a piece of shit always out to get on peoples nerves.” I grabbed her hand shaking it. “Phoenix.” Letting go of my hand she eyes me up and down. “How did you get your callsign?” I let out a small laugh. “I was the only woman on the last base I worked on. One guy confused me with his wife and from there on it was set. But I don’t go by that name anymore.” She scrunched her nose. “Why?”

“Well, technically I dropped out. I am surprised you didn’t pick on based on my clothes.” I answered. The man she called Bagman leaned around her. “If you are civilian, then why are you assigned to our team. I don’t think you have the classification for our mission details. So, whats your deal?”

I stepped up to him, putting my finger on my mouth, mimicking a thinking aristocrat. “Hmmm.” Tapping my finger on my lips, I made him wait. “I believe it’s the fact, that I slept my way up here…” Pausing to take in his shocked expression I suppressed a smile. “Or maybeee… It’s the fact that I survived five month of Taliban torture and dropped out for good. Only to be then persuaded back. And what woman can truly deny a man on his knees?”

“You are lying.” He simply said, tilting his head. This time it was the Admiral who backed me up. “She is not. We need her, that’s why she enlisted back. She has the same classification as you guys and is to be respected. I don’t want to hear any complaints from her. It was hard enough to get her back, don’t make me work any harder, because you cant behave, Lieutenant Seresin.”

Instantly the blond man straightened up, saluting briefly at the underlying threat. “Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.” I chuckled at his certain stiffness. “Let him off easy, Cyclone. He didn’t know. Besides that, what extra work did it take you to allow me to wear my old tacs?” He grumbled, turning towards me. “You are on a navy base, not in the dessert of Afghanistan. As a Lieutenant you are required to dress a certain way with your uniform. And then the red hair, do you know how high up I had to take the phone calls?”

“You know how much worth I am. I am back because I want to be. I want to help the people who keep our country safe, but I do it on my terms. Always have. My old squad didn’t seem to mind, unlike you stiff birds up here.” I retorted. I knew what he had done to get me back and I was thankful he put himself in line of fire for it, but I didn’t want to miss out on certain aspects of being a former civilian. “And what does my clothes and hair color have to do with my work ability? You know better than anyone, that I am currently dressed down to the max, so don’t make it look like I am running around in underwear waving a bomb.”

Cyclone sighted, knowing I was a hard one to tip over. “I know, Lilith. Its just… Rules are rules and you are always one to bend them as much as possible.” I shrugged. “Well, like I said. If the Navy cant deal with red hair and black gear, than I’ll gladly sign back out.”

“Don’t you dare, leave me hanging, Wifey! We need you and you know that, so at least try to stay in line.” Simpson growled. I smiled at the fear in his eyes. “I will do my very best, Sir.” Saluting mockingly.

“Don’t Sir me, Lilith. At least not if not necessary.” He started walking towards the door. The talk seemingly finished for him. Grinning like the devil I called after him: “You got it, Ma’am.” That earned me a few chuckles from the pilots around me and a heavy sigh from Cyclone. Phoenix was the first to speak: “So whats your backstory with the Admiral? I haven’t seen him this overstrained like ever.” I started packing my things the clock on the wall slowly creeping towards the end of my shift. “Well… He practically raised me after my father bailed. Like not in a way of he was dating my mother, since he was, and still is, happily married to his wife. But I was friends with his daughter, so he offered to take me in, as often as possible, so my mother could work double shifts to make a living. He was devastated, when I enlisted in the army, so much he didn’t speak to me for a week.”

I started walking out of my office. Phoenix and her team on my heels. “He got around when I told him I was in for the medical way and not out in line of fire as he called it. It all went well, till I got ordered to Afghanistan shortly after I ended the training.” She interrupted my story. “But you look so young, how can you be a doctor?”

“I started right after high school, taking the hard route of only four years of medical school, then I enlisted in the army and was supposed to do the residential here. I got sent to Afghanistan shortly before they pulled back their divisions. It was hard out there you know? Being new to this shit, sent in a brewing civil war… And then shit went down, my squad got attacked, many died or got kidnapped, including me. I was in their hands for five months, but I got lucky…”

“Lucky?” A tall dark man called in from behind. “Sorry, my name is Reuben ‘Payback’.” Shaking his hand, I stopped walking. “Yes, I got lucky. I got the same treatment, as my male colleagues. Normally being a female in the hands of Taliban, they rape you as well as they torture you. Kind of using you as an incubator for their future soldiers, if you understand… I don’t know why I got spared, and I simply don’t want to think about it. We got rescued after five months by an undercover Seal team and then I dropped out. So, technically I am not a full doctor since I didn’t get to end my residential, but Simpson likes to brag with it and now I got my chance to finally finish up. It wont be the honorable finished at 26, since I already am 23 and need to start residential all over again, but I’ll manage.”

“That’s a hell of a story.” Bagman commented. “I am really sorry about what I said in there. I underestimated you.” Holding out his hand he asked: “I like to start new. My name is Jake, callsign Hangman.” I took his hand, staring in his glistering green eyes. He was good looking and he knew it. And that’s exactly the problem. He was my type. Tall, muscular, blond, cocky, persistent, driven by what he does. I could go on for hours, but a whistling pulled me out of my thought train. “Look at that. Hangman being nice to a girl. That usually just happens when he wants to do the deeds.”

“Shut it, Coyote. She wears a gun and is a medic. There are plenty of scenarios where she could bag me without ever raising suspicions. I simply want her on my good side.” He flicked his friend off, hanging an arm around my shoulder. “But I wouldn’t mind the extra attention from our cute little doc.” I rolled my eyes shuffling out under his arm. “Keep dreaming, Bagman.”

“I will.” He promised smirking. Flipping him off, I made my way to the locker room. The group split. Men to the left, Phoenix and me to the right. “I like you. Your sass is matching Hangman.” She chuckled, stripping herself from her clothes and stepping under the shower. Out of respect I averted my eyes to the floor. “Come on, you’re a medic. Is that bit of tits gonna make you blush like that?” She teased. I shook my head. “No… Its just... I have literally just met you. I didn’t want to intrude.”

“You are not intruding. We are both women, and I think we will see each other naked more times than we would probably have a hook up in the bar.” She smiled at me, washing the shampoo out of her hair. I must admit she looked good. Toned, but still feminine, the dark her slicked back. “You are staring, Wifey.” My face went red at her words. Turning around to hide my embarrassment I stripped out of my clothes taking the shower two to the left of her. She eyed my tattoos: “Wow, you got a lot of money left, being that inked.” I shrugged. “The only form of body jewelry I can wear during work.” Nodding at my statement she changed the topic: “So, what are you thinking of Hangman?” Her question caught me off guard. “What do you mean?”

“You two are looking at the other like you would jump at each other the moment you were alone. Not to disappoint you, he looks like that at every woman he finds attractive, but those are mostly dressed very revealing. So, you pulling that reaction out of him in tac gear, made me curious.” She answered, stepping out of the shower, and reaching for a towel. I sighted. “You are seeing things, Phoenix. I mean yes, he is hot and all, but a total prick. And I don’t want to get into more trouble in work than necessary.”

“That he is…” She pondered at my statement. “But you wouldn’t be in trouble. Neither of you are superior to the other in rank and since you are a medic and therefor not directly part of the team the rules of chastity wont apply.” I laughed drying me off as well. “That’s not what I meant. But Simpson would probably grill me, if he found out I was sleeping with one of his pilots. You know he takes on the role as protective father very seriously. Not to mention he would make Hangman run miles until he throws up.”

Phoenix was now in underwear fighting her hair into a bun. “That alone would make it worth it. Hangman could use a little ego check.” I turned to her, a wicked grin on my lips. “That I can do.” I watched Phoenix put on her dress uniform. “Going on a date?” I teased, sitting in an old tank top and shorts. She shook her head. “Nahh. My girlfriend is out of town and I like to brag in the hard deck.”

“The hard deck?”

“It’s a bar on the beach. We daggers go there every Friday. You should come.” She offered looking me up and down. “Well not in those clothes unless you want to be left alone.”

Getting up from the bench, I hooked my arm under hers, grabbing my bag. “How about we test your theory according to bagman not being able to leave his hand of a woman?” She perked up at my words. “What do you have in mind?”

“Remember when I told Simpsons how I was dressing down during work?” I asked making my way through the corridors of the base. We were soon met with the eyes of the team. Probably giving an odd pair resulted in the boys staring. Payback and Coyote let there eyes linger a bit, before turning back to their conversation. But Hangman was looking me up and down hungrily. “Got some ink going, wifey.” He commented. I shrugged and didn’t answer him.

Turning towards the group I raised my voice. “So, since I am going to be your personal medic, I at least want names, because I am certainly not going to call you by your enlistment numbers.” A tall brown haired man with a mustache stepped forward. “Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.” Shaking his hand I nodded. His whole demeanor was exuding confidence, probably a playful guy like Hangman. The next was a shy, unobtrusive man with dirty blond hair and glasses. “Lieutenant Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd. I am Phoenix WSO.” His handshake was timid, but he seemed like a nice guy to be around. The last one I didn’t know was a man with darker skin and a short haircut. Not shaking my hand he nodded at me. Lieutenant Javy 'Coyote' Machado." I noted him avoiding physical contact for later meetings. Like Phoenix they were all wearing their dress uniform.

Phoenix pulled me back. “See you guys later. But I need to get Wifey here in some good clothes or otherwise she will get thrown out of the hard deck for looking too homeless. Save a table.” I followed her out in the parking lot. “Where do you live?”

“Ten minutes down the beach. Keep up with me, if you can.” I smiled cockily swinging my ass over my bike. Roaring the engine at the guys who came out of the base. I waited until Phoenix was in her car, before I swerved out on the streets, making my way through the busy traffic. It took us longer than ten minutes to get home, but we finally managed. Pushing my bike into the garage I walked over to Phoenix letting her in my small beach house.

From the outside it looked rather normal with its white, washed down wooden planks and blue roof tiles. But on the inside, it was rather different. Every room had its own theme and color. The kitchen being black and dark green with lots of herbs and black porcelain. LEDs were settled into the ceiling lighting it up bright whenever I cooked. My living room was in a dark ocean blue picking up the clean esthetic from the kitchen. A simple wooden bar with different kinds of light bulbs was spanned across the ceiling, letting them hang in different heights. Here and there were books sprawled out, the walls covered in graphic pictures of fantasy and vintage paintings.

I signaled her to follow me up the spiral staircase in the corner leading up to my bedroom and bathroom. With the bathroom being completely covered in black tiles and crystal white ceramics. A golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Walking into my bedroom I opened up the closet. My bedroom was dominated by my king sized bed with black bedding. The walls being colored in a dark yet rich purple. In here I opted for lamps looking like candles attached to the walls.

“Now I start to understand, what you meant with dressed down. Your house looks wild.” Phoenix mumbled, settling in the armchair in the corner. I laughed at her statement. “Wild. That’s something I have never heard about my house.” She smiled at me. “I mean it. Its bad ass. Something that needs a lot of balls to be pulled off.”

Reaching into my closet I pulled out a black bodysuit and a see through lace dress. “What you think?” Her eyes grew wide. “Fuck yeah. Hangman will be drooling. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, because he will murder me, but he is a little black bat at heart. You know listening to metal, having a soft spot for tatted chicks…”

I chuckled getting dressed, for make up I choose to do a simple mascara and eyeliner thing, since I didn’t want my face to melt of in the heat. The drive on my bike dried my hair completely giving it a wavy and voluminous look. I combed through it a bit, to make it less forest witch and more beach kissed. Twirling around I waited for Phoenix statement. “Looking hot there, sweet cheeks.” Laughing she quoted Hangman.

[the0retically]

Monster Control Service:

……..I can’t keep these thoughts to myself but oh my god that was an absolute fever dream

Part 1:

- Rip Condi, lost in a fire, transported away in a bubble, damn

- This is already insane, how did Grizz and Charlie just forget to design their characters

- Charlie what is your character???? HUH??

- Their voices are so—

- THEY ARENT EVEN AT HOME??

- “Just a changeling wearing a hat” oh my god

- GRIZZ PLEASE THAT LAUGH IS SO WEIRD

- ……..is this just monsters inc? Is bizly describing Roz right now?

- CHASE HAS A LITTLE PROPELLER HAT?? AWWWW

- “Every man shits himself at least once in his life” ok grizz

- The banter between Grizz and Charlie is so so fun

- “Why would you do this to me father?” “Because I love you, son”

- POISON DAMAGE????

- THE CREEPS ARE LEGIT CREEPS WHAT IS HAPPENING?? Just father son bonding day at work!

- The music is just so cheery right now

- “You know we actually have six monster balls and I look at my pants” RICHARD PLEASE DONT SAY THAT

- Charlie playing a changeling is so so cursed

- Chase just unscrewing the lightbulbs??

- Chase keeps going to bite people Richard should’ve given him those eggs before this

- I love how Condi is there but just hanging out off camera and watching them play

- “That is my baby” “what? No I am your baby father” Chase just wants his father’s love

- Can the bubble be popped?—YEAH THANK YOU CHARLIE

- Chase is just Goobleck but able to talk more and is a little boy

- “I told you papa, if I go to church I will burst into fire”

- Bizly looks so upset by everything that Chase does and honestly me too. I love Chase but he’s horrific

- They are spending so much time at this drive thru pleaseeeee, bizly is just dying slowly

- GRIZZ JUST LOOKING AT DAD SAYINGS AND ONLY FINDING “working hard or hardly working”

- COWS DONT EXIST “father what the fuck is a cow?”

- Richard just telling dad jokes is Everything

- “Alright, son, attack!” OH GOD

- Chase is a druid changeling?? That’s so so cool

- Black sand!! It’s canon across universes!!

- Oh god he just shot this gun in this town please bebo don’t let there be repercussions to that

- Yay!! Charlie got his attack of opportunity!!

- I’m so—this is devolving so fast why is Chase saying— OH HI DAKOTA??

- I’m just watching in awe?? I just don’t even understand what’s fully happening

- Charlie has lost his mind, Chase what are you even saying right now

- Bizly is just Disgusted

- “Oh no I ate him” “YOU ATE THE OLD MAN???” Bizly proceeds to just stare at Charlie in horror

Part 2:

- The disclaimer at the start……..I’m scared

- Why does Charlie want to become a hollow animal—so he can turn into a meat car??

- ……….Chase is the interior?? This is a horrifying ability of his

- And now this is sad, Richard just accept your son!!

- Charlie really makes all of his characters be a fucked up little guy who’s told he’s different and will never fit in

- ……..Richard What, good for Charlie for not justifying that with a response

- I like can’t even process what is fully happening

- Richard takes his shirt off??? I guess that’s smart to distract while Chase is chasing down the mayor

- 18 POISON DAMAGE TO THE MAYOR????? HE WANTS TO REPLACE HIM

- “Performance to eat his ass?” OH GOD?? “As soon as I’m the mayor I’m gonna kiss him on the mouth…4!” CHARLIE NO

- Chase being the mayor but just being upset that he was placed in time out is SO FUNNY??

- Mom lore now?? After all of this??

- RICHARD SAYS HE HAS A MONSTER COCK???? WHAT IS HAPPENING GRIZZ WHAT THE HELL

- ok now it’s mom lore—I’m so so confused

- “However old you are, years, months, days” Yeahh Chase is just 10

- WHY IS HE EXPLAINING HOW BABIES ARE MADE TO CHASE RIGHT NOW

- “How do I explain this and not get demonetized” “it’s patreon go for it” “…it’s patreon :) guys :)” GRIZZ DONT LOOK AT THE CAMERA AND SAY THAT IM HORRIFIED NOW

- :( oh chase is going in to hug his dad!!! WAIT I LOVE THIS THIS IS SO SWEET

- ROLLING TO BECOME FURRIES?? I MISSED A CHAPTER HOLD UP

- Tizen note: “this is awesome” TIZEN!!!!

- DICK OUT???? RICHARD WHAT THE FUCK

- Charlie and Grizz are having too much fun with this oh my god

- “I start whimpering” “WHY??” Oh my god they’re losing it, they’re just genuinely losing it

- “That note came straight from the mayor” “oh” holy shit??

- Can’t believe they killed the mayor and he had all the answers

- “Like I do with monsters, fuck the house” PLEASE

- THE IMMEDIATE BACKTRACK FROM CHARLIE “fucking monsters is ok but I’m making furries illegal” IM CRYING

- This is chaotic I’m gonna lose it what on earth is happening

- I have still over an hour left and my brain feels like it’s turned into mush

- SANTA IS A MONSTER IN THIS WORLD??

- Grizz please don’t roll a 20 for this man to have a monster fetish WHAT GRIZZ ROLLED IT BUT IT WAS AFTER THE TWO ROLLS NOOOOOO NOW I FEEL BAD GRIZZ SHOULDVE GOTTEN THAT 20

- Chase plays fortnight? He really is just a boy monster, love him

- And now he’s just playing among us

- Why are they all rolling for among us “if I die in among us then do I die in real life?” “Yes” HUH?

- I literally forgot about the secret room oh my god

- This is insanity, I honestly love it, the vibes are just crazy, peak friends just playing dnd and messing around

- “so you can’t find any monster smut” never mind I hate this, I forgot Richard was looking for that

- Bizly did not just say that

- He just sounds like Goobleck during this mayor speech oh my god

- Thank you for the apology Grizz cause this is so—“you have a spiked cock” “…yeah”

- “Instead of yellow, walk up and say jello :)” “…jello :)”

- “Chase is engulfed….and he’s gonna engulf back” OH GOD?

- The glasses are off, yeah that makes sense

- Oh god Bizly talking about how he and his girlfriend created this world that was supposed to be sweet and cute as animal control pretty much but they’re monsters and then this is how it devolved to is so—bebo im so sorry

- Bizly’s face is how I feel right now

- But they’re right I do like the Creep family, they’re just goofy!

- …….I hate them

- What on earth is happening

- Oh god chase is going through puberty???

- Bizly is losing it and so I am

- “My balls light on fire…I don’t know they’re on fire” HUH?

- Why is Charlie whispering to Grizz right now, what are they planning-OH MY GOD

- I hate this???? Grizz please

- I just, I don’t even know how to react to this

- “Son, I’m proud of you” how dare they make an emotional moment right now, hold up this conversation is sweet

- ……I don’t know how to act

- CONDI HIIIIIIII

- Charlie pleaseeee everyone is just so done

- What an incredible fever dream

[viviaj]

mark jefferson was a pretentious piece-of-work who ogled students as a past-time. he was a creep, yet everyone sucked his ass because he was what? a little good looking?

everyone on campus knew him. you didn’t have to be in the arts to know who mark jefferson was. he was charming, witty; you knew that. everyone did.

but he was pure evil in a way that a select few knew.

“i don’t really have the time to appreciate my art these days,” he’s circling your body that’s tied into a fetal position, head cradling your shoulder. your head is spinning from what he’s drugged you with, “life moves too fast— don’t you think?”

you cant find the energy to respond.

jefferson sighs to himself, shoes tapping beside you as he watches your whole body and mind begin to struggle against the restraints.

“please, please. you’ll hurt yourself,” he’s tsk-ing at you, knees bent right by your face, “it will hurt less if you stop struggling.”

his pants are tight, and you don’t need to look to know that he’s hard just watching you squirm around on the floor. he thinks you’re mesmerising just as you are, right now.

“want to,” you mumble, “go home.” it comes out in bits and jefferson pats your cheeks thrice, each increasing with force. he’s thrilled with you; a fantastic subject.

“silly girl,”

he never indulges himself with his subjects, too sacred; he normally thinks. but there is nothing that will stop him from stretching out your tight little hole right now. nothing could stop it.

it’s mesmerising, the face you make as he’s spitting onto your hole, pushing into a spot that feels so, so tight.

“fuck, fuck you feel good. dont move. don’t move, yeah?” he’s a sadistic, grinning bastard. you move your eyes to meet his, and his smile almost feels welcoming. as if to say, good morning! or, how did you sleep?

“it hurts,” you pathetically mewl.

“i know, baby, i know,” his cock moves in and out of you so slowly. he makes you feel it all. every inch, every movement, “you’re a good cunt.”

you tighten at his words, as your head rolls back and forth against the floor, slowly. you’re trying to sleep and fight him, but it’s impossible to do both.

“don’t fight me. don’t ruin something so good.” he leans forward to rest his hands on either side of you, his pace picking up as he watches your legs twitch ever so slightly.

knowing he can do this do you, while you’re almost totally knocked out, has him pushing into you a little harder.

“cant do this..” you pant into the floor, “mr jefferson, please,” you whine again, and from behind you, he lets out a groan.

“fuck, baby, say that again.” your cheeks are squished in between one of his hands, forcing you to look at him. between that and your eyes closing every other second, it’s hard to make eye contact.

“mr jefferson, please,”

“please what? i would hope a college student can use full sentences, no?”

the wires in your brain seem to slow for a moment, “i don’t know..”

he makes an aww-ing sound at you, cheeks still squashed between his hands, “that’s genuinely precious. i’m going to fuck all those pretty little thoughts away, okay?”

you cant even fathom a response, pathetically nodding along to his question. but it’s not really a question, is it?

the slaps of skin echo around the room like music.

he moves a hand down to your clit, still fucking you, curious to see how your body will react. it’s perfect. your stomach twitches up, and your legs begin to spasm.

he’s not interested in your orgasm right now. maybe later, he thinks as an afterthought.

“you want this, don’t you?”

you nod.

“you’ll stay here, as my piece until i’m done with you. won’t you?”

you nod.

“good girl,” he slaps your cheek, “you’ll fit here nicely for a while.”

[class-1b-bull]

What’s every clsss member’s strange/unique fashion choice? You don’t have to go off their character sheets, just go with your gut.

Not proofread we die like men

Also at some point when I wrote this it turned into how I thought they would dress before I saw their cannon outfit but oh well its kinda the same headcanon its just worded differently :>

Awase - his cannon outfit works well with him tbh but I feel like he would unironically wear a full neon orange fit.

Sen - the only thing I can see him wearing is a hoodie and jeans. Not even that honestly, jeans is too much work for him he just spends the whole day in sweat pants and a t shirt lmao

Kamakiri - even before i looked up their casual fits for a previous post I thought Kamakiri would dress the way he does lol.

Kuroiro - his entire wardrobe is just black hoodies and jeans except one outfit which is the most over the top fit you have ever seen. It takes him and 3 hours to get it on but its worth it

Kendo - even her canon outfit I cant see her wearing all that much. I like it but I dont think it really fits her but at the same time I cant think of anything that I think would fit her. Maybe ripped jeans and a turtleneck idkidk

Kodai - i honestly cant see her in anything exsept her skirt and turtleneck combo. It works well for her and her style.

Komori - i honestly thought she would wear cute but simple dresses that ended around her knees or something but her cannon outfit is so much cooler.

Shiozaki - id like to see her in sundresses or something of the sort. Those long ass dresses that are kinda plain and reaches her ankles but theyre pretty anyway. Ykyk.

Shishida - the only thing that he would wear other than his cannon outfit is a full blown tux. I can 100% see him dressing up to go to a fucking mcdonalds. Its just everyday wear to him

Shoda - I cant explain it but I imagined him dressing either like a dad whos in the middle of his mid life crisis or a ceo of a big company. And somehow his canon casual outfit is a mix of the two lmao

Pony - i imagined her in her canon outfit honestly. Not the exact outfit but a crop top and jeans with a few light accessories here and there ykyk

Tsubaraba - ya know those stupid ass t shirts that say dumb shit like 'i have mental Illinois' with Illinois badly photoshopped into a brain. His entire wardrobe is stuff like that

Tetsutetsu - the only thing he wears is t shirts and sweat pants. Jeans if its a special event. He thinks his style is cool so thats all that matters.

Tokage - i really like her cannon outfit and all its all I can see her in honestly. Her style fits her really well.

Manga - i really like the way he dresses cannonly but I cant shake the thought of his entire wardrobe either being hand painted t shirts and hoodies or it all just being tie dye

Honenuki - i honestly have no idea. I have let this ask marinate in my drafts for a couple days and I can not figure out what the hell this dude would wear. Even his cannon outfit I cant really see him wearing. He is a void of any style in my mind and I hate it.

Bondo - his canon casual attire is atrocious but its the only thing i can see him wearing honestly. But id like to see him in one of those massive oversized hoodies and just some jeans honestly.

Monoma - i want him to dress in the most over the top outfits the world has ever seen. I want him to walk out of the dorms looking like a fucking peacock each day (but he makes it work)

Reiko - i see her in jeans and a hoodie more than anything else. She just wears that 90% of the time and like once a month she will show up with the coolest outfit you have ever seen.

Rin - im sure he would like more oversized and comfortable clothes that are good at keeping him warm but I wanna see him in a black sleeveless turtleneck and those baggy pants with like 20 pockets

[smut-n-more]

              Day 2 of Kinktober!

                  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗Bunny˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Daddy or Mommy/ Fucking machine/ Rimming

                         ⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

"Shit dude you really sure?" Kenny asks as he tightened the ropes around Leos legs. Leo nods in confirmation.

"Wasnt this your idea Ken? Why do ya look so nervous?" He tries to sdjust himself in the tight ropes, feeling the toy just poking at his bearly lubed ass. He liked it better that way. The pain was the best part to him.

Kenny steps back to admire his work, "Just didn't know you were such a kinky fuck." Leo laughs at the comment but rolls his eyes playfully. "What did you expect?"

"You to know nothing honestly." Kenny admits, picking up the remote, "Now remember- I'm not leaving the room for this- just gonna sit here and watch that cute little ass get destroyed.

Leo nods as the button is pressed- whining at the larger toy being forced into him by the machine that Leo didn't want in the first place cause it was too expensive.

"Nghhh Fuck-" He bites his lips and tries to stop any noises from escaping his mouth. Kenny roughly grabs his chin and forces Leo to look up at him.

"Dont do that- let me hear you." Butters releases his bite on his bottom lip and groans out,"Sorry-"

"Sorry what?"

Butters sits there for a moment, trying to ignore the slow movement of the toy going in and out.

"You say sorry daddy-" His eyes widen at Kenny's words. Yes they've done roleplay before- but this?

"S-Sorry Daddy?"

"Better." Kenny releases his grip and presses the remote, increasing the speed- and in result, Leos volume.

Kenny takes a seat in the armchair to watch, manspreading and playing with the zipper on his jeans.

"Maybe if you're good enough you can suck me off-" Kenny grins as he sees Leos eyes light up,"Yea? Wanna give daddy a blow job?"

Leo nods- god he'd be on his knees right this moment if he wasn't tied all up in those fancy blue ropes Kenny had bought for him. Kenny pulls himself free from his baggy jeans and boxers, stroking himself to match the pace of the machine.

"You can take more cant ya?" Kenny grins, getting too lost in himself and pressinng the highest speed setting.

Leo yelps loudly, starting to cry out as the toy moves rougher and faster, the lack of lube finally catching up to him. Cum dribbles from his dick as he cries and thrashes against the ropes. Kenny grins as he strokes himself, "Just like that babe! Fuck I'm almost-"

"Ken! Please-" Leo stutters out, scolding himself for forgetting the safe word, "Red! Red red red-"

like a switch had flipped Kenny lets go of himself and shuts the machine off, expertly untying the ropes and pulling Leo to him,"Everything's ok- what wrong? What happened?"

Kenny looks to the toy to see some blood smeared across it.

"Oh Leo- You came right? Yeah- so you don't have to worry about that. Lets get you a bath and all cleaned up- we arnt doing anymore tonight." Kenny carries his lover off to start a warm bath before tucking himself back into his pants.

"You didn't cum-" Butters Starts

"I don't need to yeah? Lets worry about you-" ~~~~~ Writing daddy with Butters and Kenny just didn't fit as well but I was willing to take a risk here. I feel like Kenny is a very selfless lover and would make it his top priority to make his lover cum. I feel like he wouldn't care if he himself came- although I feel like it would be preferred. I think about things like this happening a lot and how common it is to just not use enough lube or take proper precautions and i thought why not add the realistic bit to this fic?

[silent-sanctum]

i usually dont post unformatted stuff like this on the regular, but based on the amount of "jokes" ive seen in twitter and in tumblr about jotaro's character, i got some pet peeves that i may or may not be taking too seriously since he's my fave

but at the same time, a portion of the community is also taking these memes seriously as if it's the gospel and im kinda sick of it tbh so might as well treat this as a "in defense of" segment-

im sure there are others who feel the same way, but im letting everyone know that i feel the same sentiments:

Choosing Koichi over Jolyne

This is one that i don't feel that strongly about compared to the rest, but i feel like ive seen enough of these comments pop up in a youtube video and it makes me want to ask: "yeah? man literally let his emotions surface and sacrifices himself just to let his daughter know that he loves her over anything else".

And why? Because he stayed in Morioh and so happened to end up as a mentor-figure to Koichi (and, you know, to Josuke and Okuyasu too )? But why is it Koichi is singled out as "joot's preferred child" and not the rest? Cause he's child-sized?

Nothing much else to say but do stop treating jotaro like he fully abandoned his family just for shits and giggles.

Ocean Man x Dolphins

NOW. I have things to say.

What is up with these comments? Wherever I go (youtube, reddit, twitter etc.), i would see shit similar to this where he has a fetish for dolphins? Uhm, tf?

I get it if it's done for the memes, but istg, i see these in every reply in a thread as if araki wrote that in canon and people exaggerate this to an extent where "his lover is a sea mammal", "jolyne's mom is a dolphin", "he screws with dolphins", "make dolphin sounds to attract him" etc.

first off... how dumb and really stupid? Just because one of his P4 outfits had an abundance of dolphin pins doesnt mean he has an extreme liking to them. He wore that fit for one arc and thats pretty much it.

And to keep repeating that "i left my family to fuck with them" joke in every comment is just very subpar in terms of humor. It's not even funny to more it's used.

Need i remind these people that other than the clothes, he shows ABSOLUTELY no liking to dolphins at all in the show. If anything, he prefers starfishes over dolphins- he wrote a whole thesis about them and his office has an entire portion of a wall with framed starfishes.

don't know how the whole shtick blew up into this but omg it's annoying

I am Cold-Hearted Misogynist Giga Chad

Imma need everyone to stop mischaracterizing him as nothing but an "always angry" hates females person.

To address the misogynist topic, he talks regularly with the school nurse about cutting his pants, he emphasizes that he's deeply insulted when an innocent woman is hurt and that he considers that as true evil, protects and helps Anne when she's on screen, goes on a whole ass journey to help his mom recover, got married and had a kid with a woman, and offered a brief condolence to Tomoko about her dad's death.

also put in mind that he only barks up and become "misogynistic" (which not really) toward the females that obsess over him. I mean it's borderline sexual harassment if you ask me with the way the female students won't leave him alone and continue to be noisy around him or when adult women fawn over a MINOR.

AND EVEN THEN, when he goes to school with his fangirls flocking around him, he doesn't push them off. Why? Because it's unnecessary. He lets one of them cling to his arm and he just ignores them. After falling the stairs and they swarm around him, he doesn't become violent toward the girls and continues to ignore them. (sure he pushed those flight attendants away and punched his daughter to get out, but then again they were blocking his path and they needed to get out the room so he found it necessary to do those things)

again, him being annoyed with loud girls is reasonable but he isn't annoyed with every female in existence. That doesn't make him a misogynist.

Mr. Blank Slate

As an introvert myself, i find it sad and lowkey insulting that when it comes to watching introverted characters, the audience find them as boring and bears no personality. And i can tell...because the audience finds jotaro and giorno, the 2 introverted Jojos, as characters who are dull and bland.

maybe that's why i kin with joot, because we just quiet and vibing, and somehow people misinterpreting that vibes as "we hate everything don't talk to us"

We aren't openly dynamic and spontaneous but that doesnt mean we don't have personality.

But I think that's because viewers are well-acquainted with "out there" characters who show an explosive and emotive reaction to stuff like Joseph or Josuke. Much like a typical Shonen protag.

jotaro is a stoic, reserved man with a kickass no bullshit personality who wants things done as soon as possible, but holds a soft golden heart deep down who wants his friends and family safe and happy. He's a dork who makes corny one-liners, watches detective shows and documentaries, does party tricks for his friends, very keen on maintaining his sense of style (his uniform, 20k yen pants, expensive ass watch), literally smiles in ^_^ (and yes... he does emote in the anime yall are just too stuck up in the notion of him being angry 24/7 for yall to notice), etc.

idk much about giorno yet im sorry but all i know is that the kid's got a dream so I guess you could say he's ambitious and driven to secure his goal of being a gang-star mafia leader.

all i can say is that, the quiet ones have some quirks to them too and it's not always the loud ones.

Are these controversial? Maybe, but I've seen some express their frustrations so why not as well. Am i being a killjoy and taking this too seriously? Debatable, but there are some of you who also take your jokes seriously so don't come at me.

Will i have more peeves in the future? Likely. Let's wait and see :>