#every time i clicked short i was like 😔

[sgterso]

fashion/appearance stats         BOLD what applies to your muse.

BODY

long legs     /     short legs     /     average legs     /     slender thighs     /     thick thighs     /    muscular thighs     /     skinny arms     /     soft arms     /     muscular arms     /     toned stomach     /     flat stomach    /     flabby stomach     /     soft stomach     /     six pack     /     beer belly     /     lean frame     /     muscular frame     /     voluptuous frame     /     petite frame     /     lanky frame     /     short nails    /     long nails     /     manicured nails     /     dirty nails     /     flat ass     /     toned ass     /     bubble butt     /     thick ass     /     small waist     /     thick waist     /     narrow hips     /     average hips     /     wide hips     /     big feet     /    average feet     /     small feet     /     soft feet     /     slender feet     /     calloused hands     /     soft hands     /     big hands     /     average hands     /     small hands     /     long fingers     /     short fingers     /     average fingers     /     broad shouldered     /     underweight (post-wobani)     /    average weight     /     overweight

HEIGHT

shorter than 140 cm     /     141 cm-150 cm     /     151 cm to 160 cm     /     161 cm to 170 cm     /     171 cm to 180cm     /     181 cm to 190 cm     /     191 cm to 2m    /     taller than 2 m.

SKIN

pale     /     rosy     /     olive     /     dark     /     tanned     /     blotchy     /     smooth     /     acne     /     dry     /     greasy     /     freckled

EYES

small     /     large     /     average     /     grey     /     brown     /     blue     /     green     /     gold     /     hazel     /     doe - eyed     /     almond     /     close - set     /     wide - set     /     squinty     /     monolid     /     heavy eyelids     /     upturned     /     downturned

HAIR

thin     /     thick     /     fine     /     normal     /     greasy     /     dry     /     soft     /     shiny     /    curly     /     frizzy     /     wild     /     unruly     /     straight     /     smooth     /     wavy     /     floppy     /     cropped     /     pixie - cut     /     shoulder length     /     back length     /     waist length     /     buzz cut     /     bald     /     jaw length     /     mohawk     /     white     /     platinum blonde     /     golden blonde     /     dirty blonde     /     blonde     /     ombre     /     light brown     /     mouse brown     /     chestnut brown    /     golden brown     /     chocolate brown     /     dark brown     /     jet black     /     ginger     /     auburn     /     dyed red     /     dyed an unnatural color     /     thin eyebrows     /     average eyebrows     /     thick eyebrows    

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

no tattoos     /     one tattoo     /     a few here and there     /     multiple     /     full sleeve     /     thigh tattoo     /     neck tattoo     /     chest tattoo     /     no piercings     /     ear piercings     /     nose piercing     /     lip piercing     /     tongue piercing     /     eyebrow piercing     /     navel piercing     /     cheek piercing     /     nipple piercing     /     genital piercing

COSMETICS

eyeliner     /     light eyeliner     /     heavy eyeliner     /     cat eyes     /     mascara     /     fake eyelashes     /     matte lipstick     /     regular lipstick     /     lipgloss     /     red lips     /     pink lips     /     dark lips     /     bronzer     /     highlighter     /     eyeshadow     /     neutral eyeshadow     /     smoky eyes     /     colorful eyeshadow     /     blush     /     lipliner     /     light countouring     /     heavy contouring     /     powder     /     matte foundation     /     shiny foundation     /     concealer     /     wears regularly     /     occasionally wears     /     never wears

SCENT

floral     /     fruity     /     perfumes     /     aftershave     /     cocoa     /     moisturizer     /    shampoo     /     cigarettes     /     leather     /     sweat     /     food     /     incense     /     marijuana     /     cologne     /     whiskey     /     wine     /     fried food     /     blood     /     fire     /     metal     /     ice

CLOTHES

jeans     /     tight pants     /     over knee socks     /     tights     /     leggings     /     yoga pants     /     pencil skirt     /     tight skirt     /     loose skirt     /     formfitting dress     /     cardigans     /     blouse     /     button up shirt     /     band t - shirt     /     sweatpants     /     tank top     /     cutoff t - shirt     /     designer     /     high street     /     online stores     /     thrift     /     lingerie     /     long skirt     /     miniskirt     /    maxidress     /     sundress     /     tie     /    tuxedo     /     cocktail dress     /     highslit dress/skirt     /     t - shirt     /     loose clothing     /     tight clothing     /     jean shorts     /     sweater     /     sweater vest     /     khaki pants     /    suit     /     hoodie     /     hareem pants     /     basketball shorts     /     boxers     /     briefs     /     thong     /     hotpants     /     hipster pants     /     bra     /     sportsbra     /     crop top     /     corset     /     ballerina skirt     /     leotard     /     polka dot     /     stripes     /     glitter     /     silk     /     lace     /     leather     /     velvet     /     chemise     /     patterns     /     florals     /     neon colors     /     pastels     /     black     /     dark colors     /     fur     /     faux fur

SHOES

sneakers     /     slip - ons     /     flats     /     slippers     /     sandals     /     high heels     /     kitten heels     /    ankle boots     /     combat boots     /     knee - high     /     platforms     /     stripper heels     /     bare feet     /     loafers     /     oxfords     /     gladiator shoes     /    boots

TAGGED :   @gunbash thank you!! TAGGING :  @strnza , @appleyed , @apaclypse , @pistolslinger , @proditeur , @shireburn (for cassian!) , @khanala and you !

#every time i clicked short i was like 😔 #we stan a tall queen jyn #also her clothing is just pretty plain #relatively form fitting so people can get a hold on it #in neutral colors #also POCKETS she has lots of things to put in them #about. ━ who starts a fire just to let it go out ?

[feistyfreaks]

that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..

& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!

HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶

₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.

note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.

dividers by @cafekitsune.

you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.

you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.

you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.

the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.

it was from miguel.

miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.

you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.

but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.

as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.

you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."

a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.

“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”

you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.

"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.

you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.

"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”

a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.

“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”

“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”

you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.

“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”

“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.

“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”

“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”

your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.

his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”

“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”

you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.

your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.

“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”

heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.

holy shit.

you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.

you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.

your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.

you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.

“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”

you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.

your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁 #ff⋆inbox 📬 #hornyhour #feistyfreaks #dbf!miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #smutmas 2023 #xmas #kinkmas

[arysbruv]

Runaway

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x reader

warnings and whatnots : I was gonna end it here but i wanted some conflict hehe. So probably part 6 will be the end. Pride and prejudice mentions. Angst. I apologise in advance. Sorry for short chapter and late release have been busy 😔😔🙏🙏. Not proofread.

chapter 1 : are we still friends? chapter 2 : can we be friends? chapter 3 : sorry, not sorry chapter 4 : green looks good on you. chapter 5: [currently reading] chapter 6: burn.

You scanned the books on the shelf, you index finger nudging the edges.

The notifications on your phone going crazy, irritating you. You click your tongue as you look at the messages in the groupchat.

Gojo Hate Group ⁉️⁉️

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: Me and shoko going out coz books r for nerds and ITS BORING

Shoko 🚬: Have fun lovebirds

Suguru 💔: wtf? Where are you both going?

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS SHOKO HURRY UP BEFORE HE CATCHES US

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: OMG I CAN SEE SUGURU HE LOOKS PISSED

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: SHOKO

Suguru 💔: Where the hell are you.

Shoko🚬: LMAO

You click your tongue, peering out the store window to see Satoru and Shoko leave the store in a hurry. Shoko gives you a sly smile, a small thumbs up while mouthing a small ‘you can do it.’

Note to self: kill Satoru and Shoko when you go back.

“They abandoned us.” A sudden voice says from behind you. You turn quickly, almost losing your balance on the smooth wooden floor.

A hand grabs your waist, stabilising you ensuring that you didn’t fall and make a mess on the floor.

Your eyes widen as you look at Suguru who was standing in front of you. He stared back, his eyebrows slightly lifted up in shock. Why was he shock? Your face heats up as his hand retracts.

A pang of sadness hits you as you felt his hand leave you, yet the way his fingers grazed your skin drove you mad. What was he doing?

“Yeah… they did.” You turn away from him, swallowing your saliva as you feel him come closer to you. This was insane. What was he doing? Didn’t he hate you? Was Shoko right?

“What are you buying?” He asks, looking at the book in your hand. He scoffs as he looks at it.

You eye him down hearing his scoff. “I’ll let you know Pride and Prejudice is an amazing book.”

“I know, I’ve read it.”

You look at him curiously as his eyes move from the book to you.

“You remind me of Elizabeth. Hot-headed and always thinks you’re right. Oh and your quips, you think your so smart huh?” Suguru says, hands in his pockets as he stares you down. What was he saying? Satoru told him to be nice and confess his ever so obvious ‘feelings’ for you but he didn’t understand. What feelings were Satoru talking about? The feeling of his stomach turning every time he saw you? How he craved to be near you, to see what you were doing. To see you walk around in your own world?

“Oh? You remind me of Darcy, prideful, tact and socially inept.” You say, finger pressing on his chest.

He laughs.

“You wish I was the Darcy to your Elizabeth.” I wish it too.

You huff, crossing your arms. It drove him crazy how you looked. Your clothes matching his. He stares at you, observing the way your hair parted and how your lips were sewed tightly into a frown. It was cute.

To the untrained eye, you would’ve looked like a couple in a small argument. In your eyes, you wished he was your boyfriend and having a small argument. Yet, you knew it was probably never happening.

“Whatever…” You blow him off, trudging off to the counter to pay for your book, Suguru following closely behind you.

“Just this please.” You say to the lady at the counter, old in age. She smiles at you, her wrinkles becoming more prominent. She takes the book, smiling as she looks at you and Suguru who stands behind you, glued to his phone.

“You and your boyfriend are cute, I saw you both squabbling over there and I couldn’t help but remember my late husband. We were just like you, always arguing.”

The woman didn’t take her eyes off the book as she talks, your face turns red as you bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You turn back to see Suguru, a small smile etched on his face as he looks at the old woman. His eyes glance at you. His smile drops before he clears his throat.

“Oh, we’re… we’re not a thing, we’re just…friends.”

Suguru feigns a smile as he talks to the woman. She smiles back.

Friends. Friends. Friends. The word replays in his mind. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be more than friends. Why? What was so intriguing about you? You were just some random person! Was he mad? Was he delirious? Had he not felt anyone’s touch for so long he was willing to try it with you? No, if that was true he would’ve gone for Satoru or Shoko. You appealed to him. What was it with you? Did you release a pheromone that attracted him to you? What was he thinking?

“Thank you ma’am.” You smile politely at the woman. She smiles back, sympathy and hope in her eyes. Did she notice your feelings? Seems like everyone noticed except Suguru himself. No, he did notice. He just didn’t want it. That was worse. “Suguru let’s go hunt those idiots down.” You say, punching his shoulder as you walk to the entrance.

You found them in a nearby cafe, by nearby, it was around a 2.5 kilometre walk. Suguru and you talked, smiling. It was the first time you did so in a while. The walk that lasted for roughly 20-30 minutes evolved from tension filled to dumb jokes and quips. Suguru watches as you laugh. He missed this you.

As you saw them through the cafe window, you wave out to them. Shoko smiles at you as she urges you and him to come inside. You nod, going to join them. Yet, a hand stops you before you could make a move.

What was he doing?

“y/n. Can we talk?” Suguru says, his voice low as he pulls you to the side, away from your friends’ sight.

“What’s up?” You scratch your skin, eyes bouncing off the walls before finally landing on his’. His’ that were already staring into yours. You gulp.

“I like you.”

huh?

“I like you and it’s stupid and annoying but you’re stuck in my head and i thought it was hate because of how annoying you are and that maybe you’re just an annoying monkey but when Satoru touched you I get tingly and I hate that and…” He rambles on, stopping to look at your face. “Oh my god you’re such an idiot but I goddamn like you?”

You stare at his wide eye, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. He stares back, awaiting an answer. Without a thought, you pull back your hand from his wrist.

“I’m sorry Suguru…”

You ran, ran off to wherever it was as long as he couldn’t find you. Why were you running? You liked him back? Yet, your feet carried you away. Your feelings were about to burst and you didn’t know what to do about it.

‘Run’. Your mind told you.

‘I’ll run.’ Your legs whispered back.

It was like you were just a mere bystander to your body’s conversation. You didn’t know what to do.

So you ran, leaving a broken man behind.

#jujutsu geto #geto x reader #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #ieri shoko #geto angst #suguru geto angst #geto x you #suguru x reader

[biancadjarin]

Being home ec partners with perv!Eddie

18+

pairing: Perv!Em x Cheerleader!Fem!Reader

warnings: nothing too explicit here, use of mommy/daddy nicknames, mention of boner.

a/n: ok so after reading @mamibaddie ‘s perv!bestfriend!eddie hc’s I can’t get playing “mommy and daddy” with Eddie out of my head😔. I’m thinking this will be 2 maybe 3 parts.

Eddie’s leg bounces as Mötley Crüe flows through his headphones. He’s in the last desk in the back of the class. Home Economics. He figured it’d be an easy A and if he wants to graduate this year, he needs all the A’s he can get. Or at least a C.

He hasn’t been paying attention all class period, getting lost in his thick Hellfire notebook, planning the next campaign. He glances up occasionally to steal a look at you, sitting pretty in the second row, long hair thrown over your shoulder, short cheerleader skirt fanned around your waist and hanging off the edge of your seat.

You peek back at him when the teacher gives you free time toward the end of class. He looks so cute, usual scowl on his face as his tongue pokes out of his lips, hand moving quickly as he writes and doodles. You smile as you walk over to him.

You drop into his spread thighs, making yourself comfortable in his lap. His eyebrows furrow until his eyes shoot up and realize it’s you. Your glossy lips mouth something to him and he stares at you in a daze, free hand that isn’t holding his pen settled on your knee.

You push his headphones off his head, Vince Neil’s voice filling the space between you two until he clicks the tape player off. “What?” He croaks out, throat dry all of a sudden. “I said ‘hi daddy!’” you repeat in a sweet sing-song. His jaw drops, not sure he heard you right. You stare at him with wide eyes, expecting him to answer you.

“What?” He repeats, a little laugh escaping his lips this time. His eyes scan down your body, the little keyhole of skin peeking out of the middle of your cheer uniform catching his eye. The space right under your boobs, above your abdomen looks so smooth and soft. He just wants to lick it. And don’t even get him started on the thighs that are draped over his lap right now. He wants to lick every inch of them before splitting them open. “Were you not listening?” you ask him, hands softly cradling his cheeks to draw his attention back upward.

He shakes his head, gooey, warm brownie eyes hooded and soft as he stares at you from this close. You giggle, swatting at his chest. “We got paired up to do the class project together! I’m mommy.” You lean close to his face, poking the end of his nose with your finger, “And you’re daddy. Mrs. Quill is getting everyone’s fake babies right now.” He peers around your body, scanning the classroom and realizing the teacher isn’t there. So that’s why you’re sitting in his lap.

“Oh… ok. So that means you’re going to call me daddy all week?” You nod eagerly. “And I get to-I mean have to call you mommy?” “If you want to.” You say with a smile. The smile that makes Eddie’s head spin. Makes his brain turn to mush. The smile he wants to be the reason for.

“I was thinking maybe you come over tomorrow and we can get started?” You offer, sliding off his lap. Eddie holds your hips at first, hoping you’ll stay but then let’s you go when he sees the teacher walk back in. “I know you have Hellfire tonight and I have a game. So what do ya say?” You ask with a little excited bounce, fingers twisting together like a little kid asking for a present.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Mommy.” Eddie says, smirk on his lips. You clap your hands happily before bending down to give him a hug. “This is going to be so much fun.” You say as you give Eddie a kiss on the cheek. Your lips linger close to his ear, your warm breath making him shudder. “My parents are out of town so we can play house all weekend.” You lean back and smile politely like what you said didn’t just make Eddie’s already hardening cock get painfully erect. You bounce back to your desk, only the lingering smell of your vanilla cookie scented body lotion left in your wake.

You sit at your desk, fake baby already waiting for you. “Eddie look!” You say as you make the baby’s hand waive to him. “He has your eyes!”

PART 2 HERE🍼🩷

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masterlist is currently under construction but you can find it here

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #self insert fic #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie x cheerleader!reader #eddie x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

[siilvan]

fortuna redux

characters (ocs): mylène "petra" scholten de ridder, freya "mini" mactavish

summary: the medic of the 141 suddenly becomes two.

genre: general, fluff, light angst?, fem!oc

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, mentions of canon-typical violence, mild descriptions of blood/injuries, mildly superstitious stuff, they're so sister-coded...

word count: 3k

note: “but navi we want bloodsport” i know babygirls, it’s gonna be my next post 😔 i just need to be cringe with my oc first…

also big shoutout to @sofasoap for giving me the much-needed confidence to write this AND for trusting me with her beloved mini 😌 this is going to get zero notes, but idc, i wrote it for fun lol

you let out a soft breath as you sift through documents, analyzing dossiers and combat records until your eyes burn and beg for a break. it's the season of new recruits, which means late nights, early mornings, and headaches for yourself. why did you offer to train them when price asked?

probably because ghost has a track record of sending new faces running for the hills. as the one-four-one's only other commanding officer, you're the only one fit for the job. fantastic.

after a much needed break – that consisted of you laying back in your chair with a damp cloth over your eyes – you grab the next document off the pile on your desk and scan it like you did with every other. you stop short before you even finish reading the name at the top, though.

freya mactavish.

surely, it can't be...

you flip through the pages of the dossier, blinking at the information that only served to confirm your suspicions. scottish, twenty-two years old, combat medic, has an older brother in the special forces...

"no fucking way." you mumble, staring at the picture attached to the file. you recognize her from pictures that soap's shown you over the years – she is, without a doubt, the "mini" he's told you so much about. why haven't you heard about the transfer request until now?

when you come across the combat records, the reason is glaringly clear. she hardly passed on all fronts; if she was any other recruit, this file wouldn't have even made it to your desk. she can't match the rest of the team in the field, you'd all end up slowing down to accommodate her. it's nothing that can't be fixed with dedicated training, but with how precious the task force's time is, you simply don't have the time to bring new recruits up to speed.

with a quiet groan, you push back from your desk and gather up the files on her, heading out the door and padding down the hall towards price's office.

you round the corner and spot him unlocking the door, his back facing you.

"captain!" you call out from down the corridor, catching his attention. price turns to look at you, pausing with the door held open as you approach.

"you're up early, petra." he comments, reminding you to glance at the time. five am— shit, you spent the whole night pouring over those files. "got something for me?" he continues, pulling your focus back to him.

you nod, waving the document folder at him. "i've got some questions about one of these recruits."

his eyes flick between you and the folder, before a low chuckle escapes him. "think i might know who you're talking about." he mutters, motioning for you to follow him into his office.

he shuts the door behind you and clicks the lock shut before circling around his desk and settling in his chair. you sit across from him and lay the files out, starting when he nods for you to speak.

"i'm assuming you've connected the dots between the surnames?" you ask, earning an affirmative hum. "you've known soap longer than i have, so maybe this makes sense to you, but—" you flip through the pages of the dossier and slide it towards him, pointing out the large boxes of redacted information with two companies logos plastered at the top of the page. "—i can understand mi6's involvement with this, but what does the cia want with a low-ranking british soldier?"

price leans back in his chair and drags his eyes from the document to you. "it's a long story." he shrugs, pulling a frustrated huff from you.

"come on, price, don't give me that." you reply, shaking your head. "soap's never mentioned anything like this. is there something i need to be worried about if we recruit her?"

his tongue darts out and wets his lips as he lets out a noise, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. "even i don't have all the information, scholten. all i know is that she's damn good at what she does." he sits up straight and thumbs through the dossier, glancing over it like he's already familiar with the contents. he probably is.

"you've been tripling as this team's commander, medic, and medical intelligence expert since its formation. you've already got ghost and myself to handle most of the leadership, but you need someone to help with the rest." he asserts, unclipping the picture from the rest of the stack and holding it up to face you. "you need the assistance and she's reliable. trust me on this."

you blink at the photo, then at him. "she barely passed any of the physical tests – even her marksmanship scores were average at best. there's other medics with better scores, captain. i know we cherish family on this team, but i'm not willing to send someone unequipped onto the battlefield."

price sets the picture down and sighs, low and heavy in his chest. "did you see what she's called?" he asks.

you furrow your brows at him. "something like... what was it, 'lady fortuna?' what does that have to do with this?"

"lady luck, lieutenant. she doesn't look like much on paper, but whenever she's in the field, people always come back. the only person that serves to suffer when she's working is herself." he smiles as a noise of confusion tumbles from your lips.

"never pegged you as the superstitious type," you start, squeezing your eyes shut and pinching the bridge of your nose. "that isn't reassuring, anyway. i can't risk having a soldier, especially family, die under my watch, even if it means the rest of the team makes it home unscathed."

price places a firm hand on your shoulder, jostling you and forcing you to look at him again. "it's your refusal to let her die that'll keep her alive." he mutters, and the plan in his mind finally clicks with you.

she'll keep you from working yourself to death. you'll keep her from dying in her work.

a mutual safety net.

price, you clever bastard.

"you were never going to let me say 'no,' were you?" you cock your head to the side, slumping back in your chair.

he shrugs, mirroring your position and producing a cigar from one of his pockets. "i always respect your judgement." he lights it and places it between his lips. you move to gather the documents and stand, before he snaps his fingers, remembering something. "a transport just picked her up, by the way. she'll be here in a few hours."

you pause mid-action and glower at him. "guess i should get started on the training schedule, then."

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"corporal freya mactavish, reporting for duty, ma'am."

you eye the younger woman curiously, noticing the way she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, shrinking a bit under your scrutiny.

bright blue eyes, just like her brother. she's a few inches shorter than yourself, about five-four according to her files, and you feel yourself soften a bit at the glimmer in her eyes – a soldier desperately wanting to be acknowledged. again, it reminds you of soap.

"so, you're the new recruit?" you regard her with a gentle smile in an attempt to ease her nerves. when she visibly relaxes from her stiff stance, you turn to price. "i'll take care of her, captain."

price uncrosses his arms and chuckles. "don't be so quick to write her off, petra. who knows, she might end up surprising you." he says, tapping your arm and giving mini an encouraging nod, before walking out of the room and leaving the two of you alone.

you turn back to her and rest your hands on your hips, silently studying her again. you don't miss the puff of her chest under her vest when she inhales deeply and opens her mouth to speak.

"you can call me mini, lieutenant," she utters, the stiffness from earlier returning, her shoulders locking up as she stands more straight. "i know i'm not much of a soldier, but..." she trails off, her gaze flitting from yours to the empty space between you.

your brows furrow as you tilt forward. "but?" you repeat, urging her to continue.

she drags her focus back to your face, but still avoids looking directly into your eyes. "my brother's told me a lot of stories about you, and... i swear, i won't disappoint you."

she's sheepish, hands flexing as she confirms her statement, and you almost let the pity you feel flash across your face. she's so similar, yet so different from her brother. every word is said like she has something to prove; to you or herself, you're not sure.

"we'll have to swap stories sometime," you start, stepping closer to place your hands on her shoulders. "soap's always going on about you, he's very proud." you assure her with a gentle squeeze. mini rolls her eyes at it, but smiles nonetheless.

"i hope he hasn't mentioned any embarrassing childhood stories..." she mutters.

you pull back, recalling the many stories the sergeant's told about his family since joining the squad. "just a few. we can share those later, we've got a busy day ahead of us."

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you had hoped the combat records would be out of date, but to your chagrin, they reflected mini's performance well.

her shots are hitting the target... most of the time, at least. you've had to correct her stance and grip more than once, give her several basic tips— so now, you're standing behind her, eyeing the target over her shoulder, your fingers twitching at your sides as you watch her form slip again. before you can correct it, however, she pauses and shifts, fixing her posture and adjusting her grip on her rifle.

it's been three hours, but she's showing some improvement, you think to yourself, the edges of your lips twitching up.

mini lowers her gun after emptying another clip and lifts the headphones from her ears, turning to you. "what do you think?" she asks, searching your face for approval.

you take off your own headphones and step closer, squinting at the target. most of the bullet holes lie around the edges, near misses, or scattered around the torso of the silhouette. there's a handful of headshots, but for three hours of work, it isn't enough.

"you're getting better," you sigh, facing her once more. her face drops and you rub the side of her arm in a small attempt at comfort. "you just need more practice, is all. that's why i'm here."

she huffs and shakes her head, setting her rifle on the counter. "you're supposed to be leading me in the infirmary and the field, not holding my hand through the basics, lieutenant." she complains in a low grumble, crossing her arms tight over her chest. your eyes narrow as your hand drops back to your side; you know her frustration lies with her performance, not you.

mini trails close behind your right shoulder, listening intently as you rattle off the list of activities for the day. basic marksmanship, physical tests, close-quarters combat... things that the rookies even younger than her are working on.

"you aren't going to be seeing as much action as the boys or myself, but you still need to be capable enough to defend yourself if necessary." you say, stopping in front of the door to the shooting range.

she hums, standing in front of you. "i know i'm not as skilled as the rest of you, but i can hold my own." she replies, furrowing her brow.

"i'm not clearing you for duty until you show some major improvement." you assert. her eyes widen, pupils turning into small saucers, before the crease in her forehead returns.

"lieutenant, you can’t—"

"i can," you state, perhaps a bit too stern, as the rest of her rebuttal immediately dies on her tongue. "price put you under my watch for a reason. i can't in good conscience send you out underprepared." you continue, softening to a low murmur.

mini merely stares at you, the gears turning in her head. after several seconds of this, finally, she relents with a barely-audible exhale.

"let's do this, then."

the sound of an irritated groan brings you back to the moment. you look just in time to see mini lean back against a nearby wall, her head tilting back and knocking lightly against the surface. she shuts her eyes and breathes in deeply, prompting you to go quiet as she steadies herself.

once her eyelids flutter open again, you speak. "let's take a break, yeah?" you give her a tight-lipped smile. "we can worry about the physical and close-combat tests later. we have plenty of time."

mini eyes you for a few seconds, deep blue irises swimming with about a hundred different emotions, cascading across the surface like waves crashing against jagged rocks during a storm. you've never seen so much conflict in soap, even in his worst times – whatever she's feeling clearly goes deeper than irritation over slow progress.

"how about we hang out? get to know each other a bit?" you suggest, brushing past the observation.

she seems to ease up at your words, her fingers interlacing in front of herself as she silently considers a response. a short, yet eager, nod of her head brings a more genuine smile to your lips.

you find yourself comfortably settled in on one of the worn couches in the common room after cleaning up the range, leaning back against the arm of the couch to face mini as you talk to her, mug of steaming tea in-hand.

"johnny's never been pleased with me following in his footsteps," she confesses after taking a healthy sip of her tea, her legs crossed under the blanket you haphazardly slung across your laps.

you hum, lowering your mug to rest atop your knee. "can't blame him. once you're in this field, you stop wanting your family close." you chuckle, before adding, "i wasn't particularly happy when my brother joined the forces, so i get where he's coming from."

mini grumbles into the rim of her cup and sends you a half-hearted glare. "i'm perfectly capable, though." she mutters, earning another curt laugh from you.

"i'm not saying you're not – even though there's still a lot to improve on – but, think about his perspective." you lean forward, motioning with your hands as you continue. "his little sister, who sounds very prone to injury and bad luck, going into such a dangerous line of work? i'm surprised he doesn't have you attached to his keychain."

you both pause, waiting to see who concedes in the argument first, before another thought crosses your mind. "speaking of luck," you start, catching the raised brow she sends your way. "ever since i read your files, i keep hearing about this whole 'lady fortuna' thing. even the captain's pretty convinced you're lucky."

another beat of silence passes as you both sip on your tea. you eye mini curiously as her eyes dart anywhere but your face, avoidant, but not nervous by any means.

"i don't want to sound like i'm bragging, especially in front of you," she trails off, only perking up again once you dismiss her concerns with a wave of your hand. "i guess, uh... i've been told that i've got this knack for bringing soldiers home unscathed, even on dangerous operations that should end with casualties. it's become something of an urban legend." she says, eyes settling on the steam rising from her cup.

"and yet, you are always getting injured. guess the luck comes at a price, huh?" you comment off-handedly.

her mug lightly clacking against the table nearby catches your focus, drawing you back to her as she wrings her hands together.

"when one person's fortune rises, another falls," she utters, looking focused as ever as the words leave her lips. "bearing misfortune is the cost of giving good fortune to those around me."

for a second, you almost think she's joking. harmless superstitions exist everywhere in life, but this is a new for you – not only is mini convinced of it, but even the captain believes it to some extent.

when her eyes drag up to meet your gaze, you feel a pang in your chest.

the zero-sum game. one party's advantage is equal to another's disadvantage. mini's misfortune is equal in value to the good fortune of those around her. what could possibly match the value of saving lives, though?

death isn't the opposite reaction; to lose the fortune entirely is a worse fate. suffering is a fate worse than death for the benefactor— it's perpetual, iterative, something that would stick around for the rest of her life. save a life and have your own ruined, it's an equal trade. you set your cup aside and reach forward to wrap your hands around hers, holding them in a loose grip.

"let's split the cost." you murmur.

mini blinks at you, confused. "what?"

you squeeze her hands gently, warming when she mirrors it. "there's no sense in one person bearing the world's misfortune alone. i'll carry some of it and you'll save some of that luck for yourself."

she shakes her head and retracts her hands, sitting up straight and leaving you leaning forward. "i don't think that's how it works, lieutenant. it's not something you can just give or take." she stutters out, stifling a nervous chuckle.

"it works that way if we say it does. you can give out as much luck as you need and we'll bear the burden of it together." you take another sip of your tea and let out a low sigh. "i won't take 'no' for an answer, from you or from fate." you add a moment later.

mini giggles, finally giving in with an affirmative nod and a "yes ma'am" escaping her amidst the giggles.

you don't believe in superstitions about luck or fate. the choices a person makes is what defines them, not a third party pulling the strings. however, if it'll bring her some comfort, then you're happy to bear whatever misfortune you can. at the end of the day, keeping your team safe is more important than shallow beliefs.

as a bright grin crosses her face, you make a silent vow with yourself.

you won't let her suffer.

whatever it takes, you'll bring her home safe.

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As per my suggestion...!!

heres the promised mermaid au fic!!! I might not ever finish it because theres a lot of worldbuilding and writing stuff that i dont have time for😔i havent looked over this in a while and it isnt beta read either so ignore any mistakes!! All that aside now, pls enjoy!!

Well, here I am.

Looking up, her expression hardly wavered at the luxurious and magnificent hotel she stood in front of.

Here it is. Tres Spades.

Her glance shifted low to the dark blue dress she wore specifically for the famous I.V.C held at the hotel. Her pearl necklace reflected the huge amount of light from both the inside and outside and her silk, white gloves held onto a matching white clutch. She wasn't gonna look like anyone present at the party, but she was fine with that. The party wasn't what was on her mind anyway, it didn't matter if she stood out or not.

All she had to do was get to the penthouse.

Walking through crowds and crowds of people, her white heels clicked with every step she took on the recently cleaned floor. As she reached the room the I.V.C was held at, she was suddenly startled by someone talking behind her.

"Woah! I've never seen you around here. Is this your first time attending the I.V.C perhaps?"

She spun around to find two men looking at her, their eyes not leaving hers. She recognized one of the two almost instantly.

"Oh! Why yes, this is my first time here. I was looking for Mr. Ichinomiya? He was supposed to escort me to the party." She flashed a radiant smile, hoping to catch the two off-guard. As she stared at them, she realized the identity of the second man who strangely wore a fedora hat.

"Oh! We're his accomplices, and I haven't heard anything about you from Mr. Ichinomiya...would you give us your name?" The blonde smiled, crossing his arms and waiting for an answer. Her heart slowly began beating faster as she thought of a made-up name.

"Misaki. My name is Misaki." She extended her hand out for a handshake, which the brunette took and gave the back of it a gentle kiss. Her heartbeat slowly went back to normal and her smile slightly fell.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name is Mitsunari Baba, but you can call me Micchy or Mitsu for short. And you probably already know who my friend is." Baba glanced back and forth between the blonde and the woman.

"Of course, Kisaki Ota. I'd be ashamed if I didn't know who you were." She bowed and internally cringed, her patience slowly running low. She wasn't here to chat up some men...but, if they managed to get her up to the penthouse, at least the lying would be worth it.

"You flatter me Miss Misaki! Now, what was that about Mr. Ichinomiya escorting you to the I.V.C?"

"Ah, right. We talked over the phone weeks prior to the I.V.C, but he must have forgotten. He's a busy man after all, and so am I." Lying in situations as such was her specialty, but for some reason she felt as if she was being read easily. Can they tell?

"Boss is a very busy man. If you'd like, we could escort you around the I.V.C ourselves?" Baba gave her a handsome smile that would swoon women in her place, but she was barely phased. It wasn't her job to begin flirting with a thief.

She tried to shake off the unusual feeling she felt when she realized Ota's smile had also fallen a bit as he stared at her. Not at her, but her necklace specifically. The only explanation that sat right with her was that he'd been looking at it from an artist's point of view. She didn't know if he realized the necklace was made out of real pearls, however.

"I would appreciate it very much, Mitsunari." She smiled again for the sake of being polite.

From nearly getting lost in the sea of people to stumbling upon a mysterious looking hallway and being sold at a black market auction held in the basement of the hotel, she was only a few steps away from her goal. It didn't matter who bought her, she would escape them either way. Her eyes were set on finding one man and that man only. Her surprise when she heard she was sold to seat #100 came as a shock even to her. She fell right into the hands of the man she had her eyes on.

The cage she sat in had been carried all the way up to the penthouse, her heart racing as she realized how close she was to her target. Even if they didn't speak and wore masks, she knew exactly who the two men that carried her up there were as well.

And when she was brought in, she found herself face to face with him. Eisuke Ichinomiya.

"Who are you?"

"Boss, this is the lady that we-"

"If you let me out of this cage, I will tell you exactly who I am and what I'm doing here."

She stared at the five men who stared back at her. Her smile from earlier was replaced with a fierce gaze at Eisuke, who was staring at her cautiously.

"And how do we know you don't have any ulterior motives?" A strong looking man stood up which she quickly identified as Soryu, Eisuke's childhood friend and a mobster.

"If your security is good at checking whether or not people have weapons on them, then you don't have to be afraid Mr. Oh." She held her chin high and smiled internally at his slightly bewildered face.

"...You know who we are?" Eisuke spoke, eyebrows narrowing as he stared at her through his eyelashes. She could sense he was conflicted and a little confused.

"I know you all. And we'd be able to talk like normal people if you let me out of this cage," She crossed her arms, gaze not faltering as she stared back at Eisuke, "But we probably already know the phrase "normal people" doesn't suit you at all, right Ichinomiya?"

She saw his eyebrow twitch. As she guessed earlier, Baba and Ota took their masks off, their gazes switching back and forth between the woman and Eisuke.

"Is your definition of a succesful individual 'abnormal'?" Eisuke crossed his arms and took a sip of his wine, placing it on the table in front of him afterwards.

"I think we both know what I mean here." Her gaze went to the wine glass in front of him. Lowering her open palm, she aimed it directly at the glass before knocking it over, the wine spilling on Eisuke's leg.

All the men's eyes widened and Eisuke swiftly stood up, panic evident on his features.

"Eisuke, go!" Soryu suddenly yelled at him. Realizing he had to move as fast as he could, he dashed towards the staircase with a curse, managing to make it up before anyone could see anything.

When they made sure he was out of sight, everyone shot a glare at the woman. Only Ota seemed to stand still, still comprehending what had just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Soryu approached the cage, gun in hand now. The woman only grinned as the realization that she'd indeed found the man she was looking for began setting in.

"I think you know exactly what it was." Her fingers tapped at the golden cage as the mobster stared her down. She felt confident knowing she wouldn't be killed in that moment after what she did. They needed answers and she was aware of that. There was also no way they'd let her go unless they heard the full story, unless they didn't let her go at all. She was bought by them after all.

"I...don't get it. How did you knock over that glass?" Baba stared, still a little stunned. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the thief who was looking at her for an answer.

"I'm pretty sure you know that as well." Before looking away, she caught a glimpse of Ota looking almost...solemn, as he stared off into the distance.

"Come on now, you can't all play dumb. I'm here for one reason and one reason only."

"And that is?"

"Eisuke."

Soryu stared at her once more with a stern look on his face. Was he gonna let her out? She made it clear she'd explain everything if she was out of the cage...but how could he trust her like that? Especially when he didn't even know her name?

"Open the cage Mitsunari." A deep voice from the back spoke, the woman recognizing it as Mamoru's. At least he's not entirely stupid, as much as he is lazy.

Baba hesitantly reached into his pocket to take out a key, Soryu stepping away to make space. Opening the cage, the woman stepped out, arms crossed over one another. The men continued to stare at her for a moment before they heard footsteps coming from the staircase.

Her eyes immediately locked with Eisuke's as she looked up. He looked both furious and confused as he walked down each step.

"I'm gonna ask this one last time. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Making his way towards her, he stood in-between Baba and Soryu, eyes staring daggers into the woman. He only recieved a grin in return.

"I heard a siren call from miles away, and it lead me here in your hotel."

The CEO stared in pure confusion. He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. A siren call. Is she for real?

Sure, it might not have sounded...that ridiculous, given the situation he was suddenly thrust into in less than twenty seconds. His eyes traveled to her neck adorned by the pearl necklace. He could feel his throat going dry even as he swallowed.

Those are real pearls.

And, sure, seeing real pearls hung on a string as an accessory wasn't the most unusual thing Eisuke had seen. But the way this woman was dressed bewildered him.

He estimated the cost of both her dress and heels were most probably around 200 dollars. Her gloves were made of silk, therefore they had to have been a little expensive. The pearls were what threw him off. A single, real white pearl was already expensive, but her necklace consisted of at least thirty pearls that varied in colors and shapes. He even recognized one of the rarest blue pearls hung onto the string, and he could feel the nervousness bubbling to the surface the more he stared.

"You've...gotta be kidding right?" The thief asked, gaze shifting to Eisuke who tried so hard to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Both him and Soryu were begining to catch onto the situation.

"I'm very serious. I came here specifically to talk to Eisuke, on behalf of my people."

"Your...people?" Puzzled, Soryu raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes now also shifting to look at Eisuke.

"I know what you are Eisuke. And we need your help." The woman's tone slowly morphed into one of pleading, as did her expression. Eisuke stared for what seemed like hours before sighing and turning his back to her.

"You have five minutes to explain."

"Five?!"

"Yes, only five."

She stared at his back as he walked over to the couch and sat down, Soryu and Baba following. She was glad she got the opportunity to talk...but five minutes? Really?!

"Alright I...just, do you mind bringing a glass of water?" Her gaze went to the artist who seemed to think about her question a little longer than he had to before nervously answering.

"Sure..." He put on a smile and strode over to the kitchen in the penthouse. Taking a deep breath before exhaling, her gaze returned to Eisuke who now sat on the couch, waiting for his explanation.

"First of all, I'd like to apologize for barging in all of a sudden and spilling wine on you. You were probably all confused and angry, especially you, Ichinomiya." Her heels clicked as she walked over to the four men, Eisuke's eyebrows forming into a frown as he recalled what happened.

"Apologize another time, get to your story." He swiftly crossed his legs and rest his chin in his palm as he waited for her to begin, as if he were a teacher about to listen to a student's excuse for a missed assignment.

By the time she stopped staring Eisuke down, Ota had come back with a glass of water as she'd asked. Funny how she has barely been here for five minutes and is ordering people around as if she owns the penthouse.

Thanking the artist, she set the glass down on the coffee table and waited for Ota to grab a seat, only for him to stand next to the couch Baba, Soryu and Eisuke sat on.

"As I said...I know what you are, Eisuke. Even if you might not know exactly what you are, we desperately need your help." She began, voice brave despite her slowly plummetting spirit.

"Who is this "we" you've been throwing around?" Baba exclaimed before getting interrupted by the woman.

"I'll get there. Let me explain."

"You fell into a pool when you were young in London...right?" She raised an eyebrow and looked at Eisuke for his reaction. He definitely didn't disappoint. His eyes went wide and he was now listening to her more cautiously, the nervous feeling on the verge of overflowing.

"You became a mermaid. Or...a merman. Otherwise known as a siren." She explained like she was some lunatic, but Eisuke knew better than to assume that when she was right. Except he had no idea what she meant by the siren part of it.

"How do you know any of this. Only my manager and some acquaintances are aware of what happened. How did you manage to find out what happened a decade ago?"

"That's not important. What is important is that I'm a real mermaid born at sea, and my people have and I have been threatened by the human race for years," She looked down, remembering the last moments with her family before they were taken from her, "They sacrificed themselves so I would stay alive and get help."

"It took you this long to find me?" Eisuke interrupted, his thoughts now racing. Had she been stalking him? Did she somehow bribe someone to tell her about him? What kind of help did she need exactly?

"I've known about you ever since you fell into that pool. You see, I'm from Britain myself, and all of us have known about you ever since that day." She explained briefly, not leaving any room for questions as she continued quickly afterwards.

"You're the first merman to have ever fallen in the pool in that cave in nearly sixty years. It just so happened that you became a siren on the day the last merman transformed 43 years before you did." She briefly caught a glimpse at Ota looking down at the floor as if he was holding something back. Did he wanna ask a question?

She decided to ignore it, passing it as just him being lost in his thoughts.

"This is...too much information," Eisuke rubbed his temple, her words barely registering. He was finally used to being this weird form of a human after so long, and suddenly there's so much information shoved into him it's almost too overwhelming.

"You think? You gave me five minutes to explain, I'm using that time wisely." She may have been aware of the conflicted situation he was in at that moment as he slowly took in what she was saying. Still though, she figured she might as well drop the bomb as quickly as she could, even if it confused Eisuke at first.

"We've been looking for a siren for years now due to our problems with the human race. And that just so happened to be you..."

Her frightless demeanor began to wear off, quickly replaced by someone in genuine need of help. Eisuke stared at her, her words still registering. So he was a siren. Was it good that he finally knew his identity after so many years? He certainly didn't feel any better knowing, that's for sure. What if she was lying?

"Can you prove to me in any way that you're telling the truth?"

The woman stared at him. Of course, Eisuke Ichinomiya of all people would never believe some girl suddenly showing up at his penthouse, telling him he was a damn siren and that there were real mer-people living in the sea with no proof. The whole story seemed like a sick joke. Even if she knew things many others hadn't known, even if she held information that Eisuke had never revealed publicly...he had to know.

"If you'll allow me to," She raised her open palm once more and focused her energy on the glass of water in front of her. Soon enough, they saw what looked like a bubble rise out of the glass. Eisuke knew she wasn't lying the moment he saw the "bubble" rise higher and higher, but still wanted to see what she would do. As the water reached her head, her hand suddenly dropped to her side, as did the bubble. The CEO's eyes widened as it splashed over her head and he was already begining to count down the seconds it took for her to transform. No sooner than that did Baba get up and rushed over to her, holding her up by her arms as her legs disappeared and were replaced by a sparkling blue tail.

"Is that enough proof for you, Ichinomiya?"

#voltage inc #love 365: find your story #love 365 #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb baba #kbtbb ota #kbtbb mamoru #eisuke ichinomiya #soryu oh #baba mitsunari #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi #sooo how are yall doingggg....its been a little whileee.... #i hope whoever read this enjoyed it!! enjoyed having u around here soldier #and now i will disappear for another few months. goodbai #kbtbb fanfic

[crimsonv1]

Owe You

Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) x Reader

Summary// While trying to safely get back to your universe without getting hurt by Miguel, someone interrupts the intensity of it all and helps you in your treads.

[THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR HOBIE SPARE ME 😔😔⁉️<33]

It wasn't easy, being thrown into another universe and not having an easy way to get back, especially when you were glitching everywhere you went.

When you saw a familiar face, Peter- Peter B. parker, you ran to him, seeking help.

"Are you okay?! Y/n you shouldn't be here-" he rushed you inside, where mayday was as you clutched your abdomen, trying not to glitch.

"Yeah- I just, some.. some stupid thing, or villian got me here." You sighed in frustration, recalling some freak with spots all over his body.

"The spot.." Peter gasped, looking shocked. "We need to get you back-!" He said, grabbing mayday and clicking something on his watch, wich opened a portal. You stepped away "Wait- isn't that the big place with all the spider people? Isn't Miguel there?" You looked frustrated

"Yeah why?", Peter cocked his eyebrow at you

You sighed, "Long story short I ruined some dudes chance of becoming a spiderman and now Miguel has a grudge against me. Like- I didn't even know about it, how am I supposed to not do it." You rolled your eyes

"y/n, I'm sure he'll understand, it's worse if you're just glitching in another universe" peter said, putting his hand towards you, and in one swift motion the both of you went inside the portal, and as soon as you stepped through it you were met with , thousands- of spiderman suits. "Ugh.." you mumbled, as Peter walked you to Miguel's headquarters, where all eyes were on you- hiding behind Peter.

Peter, annoyed at Miguel's, overly dramatic entrance looked at him with sympathy. As soon as Miguel saw you, he was an angry mess, sighing, raging, all of that. "The spot. He teleported them to the wrong universe." He said, Infront of you.

"yes, I can tell! Their glitching all over my headquarters!" He yelled "you shouldn't have brought them here." He said, sternly. "They just need to get back to their universe-" Peter tried elaborating, while you heard some things behind you clink, turning in suspicion. You were met with a punk- looking spiderman costume, Inwich took his mask off, revealing the most awesome guy you have ever seen.

You smiled at him, waving. "I'm hobie" he nodded at you, smirking. You nodded back, looking back towards Miguel. Who was by now, furious. You'd definitely missed out on some important part of the conversation, because he looked like he was about to hunt you down like a rabid dog, to Wich peter stayed Infront of you, a hand up (Wich was of course useless).

He started aggressively walking towards you, with a stern face, as you started stumbling backwards, your hands coming up in defense- accidentally going more back than you intended, glitching. "Hey hey, I just needa get back to my universe alright? I won't bother you-" you said, making hand motions, glitching with every step. "You still have a debt to pay off. To your city, to your universe, to our arachno-humanoid poly multiverse!" He yelled at you, getting rageful.

"You can say that in one breath?" You said, tilting your head, the joke not getting through as the rabid dog looking like spider walked towards you, stopping Infront of you. He started breathing aggressively too, until a foot - Wich was changing colors every second, stepped between yours. You backed away, as 'Hobie' stepped Infront of you, facing Miguel. "M'ate chill, they said they needa' get back to their universe. You're making this harder on the spider- verse, man." He said, calmly. "I suggest you don't interfere, this isn't any of your business. Go back to doing what you were. Stay. In. Your. Lane."

Miguel lowered his voice to hobie, Inwich hobie smartly replied "I don't believe in consistency, y'know". Miguel shoved Hobie out of the way, stepping at the same force he was with you, as you glitched and fell back. Glitching even more, you got back up and had gotten further away from Miguel. Hobie stared at you, and grabbed his multiversal wristband, and tossed it to you. You stared at him, grabbing it and clasping it to your wrist fastly, eyeing your time to get to your universe before Miguel became a pitbull. "I owe you, Hobie." You shrugged, smiling as you looked down at the wristband Wich was all types of colors, stickers, etc.

"How 'bout you pay me a visit to my band show one day, love?" He said in a questioning tone, nodding at you- a signal for you to hurry up and get out. "Will do, see you then." You nodded back, opening a portal and jumping inside.

BONUS BECAUSE THERE WASNT ENOUGH HOBIE 😸😸<33

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"Ey love, come see me backstage" Hobie said to you, as the crowd was leaving from the absolutely, awesome rock concert. You blushed at the nickname, and although it was regular slang, it wasn't to you. You walked with him backstage, watching as he put up his guitar and gave a signal to his band mates. "So? You liked it yea?" He questioned you. "I loved it!" You smiled at him.

"What d'you think about going to grab a bite?" He looked at you, a way he's rarely looked at people- genuinely waiting for an answer, intrigued. "Yea! I'd be fine with that" You smiled at him, both of you heading out into the city. "wow, this city is pretty cool." You looked around "Yea, but it's not really cool when you're livin' on the streets. I used to" he looked into some alleyway. "Oh, well it's good you don't now?" You shrugged, as both of you headed into a small cafe, sitting down as you ordered.

"See I'm not really good at dates y'know." He sighed, looking around, as people stared at him, or more so at the odd connection- someone like you with someone like him. You blushed at the thought of this being a date, as he was so straightforward. "Oh, I guess me neither"

He grabbed something from his pocket, and tossed it to you. "I made you one of those multiversal traveling things. So you can give mine back," He said. You gave him his back, rushing to put yours on. "Wow, it's pretty- and you can make these by yourself?", You said, amazed at how he made the wristband fit your theme. "yea, I'm good witch technology sometimes." He said, looking into into the window, as commotion built up. "Seems I've got to go now, it was nice bein' here." He said, in a rush to get out as he grabbed his mask from his pocket. "I guess I've got to go too, well- good seeing you!"

You tilted your head, smiling towards him. "You too, love." He said as he ran into an alleyway, not soon after you saw spider-punk swing into the city.

<333

People keep requesting Albert, but I'ma update my req. List. Y'all can now request Pavitr, Hobie, miles, n Gwen (Emma stone or spider verse, either works.) Look at the new request list thoo

#hobie brown #hobart brown #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #peter benjamin parker

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Unrelated to current discussion, but your analysis (amazing btw) made me rewatch the Black Trailer and GODDAMN do I miss the old choreography. They nerfed Adam and Blake so hard 😭. Blake had a whole plethora of styles Monty used for her (kusarigamajutsu, her cleaver, a katana, a pistol) like, she’s incredibly versatile!! BUT SHE LOST TO A DAMN BUG??

And Adam our poor boy 😔 that Iaido-style mix of Wilt and Blush was nothing short of pure badassery, mixed with his clones and the aesthetical genius of his moonslice is just UGH. GOOD. SHIT.

I need you to understand that I have taken every possible opportunity to rewatch the Black trailer, and by every opportunity I mean I clicked the link at the start of the analysis every time I went in to edit...which I must've done more than a dozen times.

It's real good shit and it's technical enough that you're rewarded for rewatching by picking up on little flairs and techniques you missed in the first watch.

#anon #unofficial adam answers #adam taurus #blake belladonna #the combat just felt so much more energetic and technical idk #now it feels like people kinda just swing their weapons around and hope the special effects cover up how odd it looks

[heybaetae]

hello! long story short, i've abandoned tumblr a while ago and now that im back again im having some issues that i haaaate.. i have the same theme as u and always liked to have multiple sidebar photos every time u refresh and idk why with this particular theme is so hard to be done?? how did u do it 😔

oh trust me, I KNOW.

this theme took me hours upon hours to customize to my own liking and my biggest hurdle with it was figuring out what part of the code to replace with the randomized sidebar code. some theme codes are written very straight forward and it's easy, then some (like this one) are way more complicated. i tried so many different things, but the gifs kept ending up in weird places and messing up the entire theme and i'd have to start from scratch repeatedly even though i was sure the line of code i was replacing was correct.

anyway, i eventually figured out that in order to get the code to work, you have to upload one sidebar gif to the theme itself under the "theme options" section on the left hand side tab before editing the code in. so click the little pen icon next to "sidebar" and choose a gif.

after that and many errors, i landed on exactly which part of the theme code to replace with the sidebar code that i use (which is this one btw) that finally put everything in the right spot: { block:ifSidebarImage } < img src="{image:Sidebar}" id="side-img" alt="Sidebar image"/>< /a>    {/ block:ifSidebarImage }

The line that I italicized was what I deleted and where I inserted the custom code with all my sidebar gif urls (minus the one I uploaded). It takes away the default rounded corners from the original theme's sidebar gif, but whatever!

#ask #i really hope this helps #the trick all along was uploading a gif in the side tab and going from there lol

[catt-crossing]

i need to dump some rf5 thoughts but it may bee a spoiler for some so be careful if you click! (also don't @ me ik ive taken a while and still haven't beaten the game but ive been busy 😤)

i just know there is absolutely something fishy about Terry. im not saying he's a bad guy but there's something odd about how unlike the other townspeople, you don't really get to know him that much. and i do like him but he almost comes across as a little boring. a little too boring. and then when i watched through the second opening theme and saw this on the screen i just...I KNEW IT. he's totally got something to do with the main plot. also as soon as i met gideon the first time i knew that dude was going to be a bbeg 😔 like just from the haircut alone tbh alkencnandncndn i feel like him being placed next to Terry like that in the second opening is because those two are connected somehow......and now like i said i don't think Terry is evil but there is more to him than it seems. i also still don't know what beatrice and reinhardt are doing 🤔 deffo not bad people ofc (they're romance options so like i doubt rf would make them secretly evil but u know what it would be interesting in a future game possibly, like how Doug wasnt always on our side in rf4) im guessing the ending of the main game is going to be us fixing the rune spot thingies, gideon getting pissy and we kick his ass(possibly he somehow consumes a rune crystal? turns into a monster/dragon ethelberd style) and then bam life returns to normal. oh also we get our memories back and consider going back to our previous life but 😔 we like life in rigbarth too much and decide to stay (no idea if u can marry and have a kid before beating the game but i would assume so because every other game let you do that iirc but like u wouldn't want to just up and leave ur family like that lmao) that's a vague description of what i think is probably going to happen but i do hope there's more to it. as much as i love this game, the story line feels a tad bit short. that could also just be me, like since the days are longer in the game, a feature i don't care that much for personality, the seasons have been going by slower. if the seasons were going by at the same pace as previous games i think maybe the storyline wouldn't feel as short because i wouldn't be able to get as much done in one day.

those are my thoughts, if anyone has beaten the game and stuff pls don't spoil anything for me :3 💖

#im loving tbis game so much #i wish i had more time/energy to play #again dont @me for not having beaten rhe storyline yet ;w;

[hanjsquokka]

The Bang Chan Nylon Magazine brain rot is eating me alive!!! Please if you can, can you write something (could be short, could be long, could be in the middle whatever suits you) about Sugar Daddy!Chan and Sugar Baby!Reader? I really just need Bang Chan bending me like those plastic rubber rulers😔 Something absolutely filthy if possible and could Chan not be too much of a mean Dom (I can't handle that😭) but he not much of a soft one either if that makes sense? No daddy kink(sir is fine-) or breeding kink (breeding kink is a turn off for me😅) but you can do whatever else you like!

I need this man to a concerning degree. Would thank him if he bent me like a pretzel to be honest

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Magazine Photos - [ Bang Chan ]

🐺 SYNOPSIS : You get a little heated after seeing your boyfriend's new photoshoot, but Chan is always there to fulfill your every need.

GENRE : smut

PAIRING : bang chan × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : pure filth, basically no plot other than this man's unholy photoshoot, smut warnings under the cut

WORD COUNT : 0.8K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Sorry for taking so long but thank you for my very first request 🐻 anon. I wasn't able to incorporate the sd/sb dynamic but I hope you like it <3

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNINGS : no clear dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), piv, edging, overstimulation, mentions of fingering and clit play, reader is referred to as baby, baby girl, sweetheart

“Fuck.” He grunted, cock slipping out of your slick hole, edging you even further for the nth time, making you whine. Tears formed in your eyes as your impending orgasm was ruined yet again. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making your squirm. He let out a deep chuckle. “Such a needy little baby.” He bottomed out without warning, making you scream, hands clawing his back as he pistoned in and out of you at an animalistic pace, hitting every sweet spot inside you so perfectly.

“T-Too much — please —”

“You asked for this baby.” He harshly cupped your jaw to make you look at him and captured your lips in a fiery kiss. It was true. You did ask for it. Fuck me stupid. Seeing Chan's new photos from his recent magazine shoot did something to you. You stared at those for hours while you waited for your boyfriend to come home — which took forever. Somehow every neuron was fired inside of you, making you extremely horny with no relief. You knew the rules of not touching yourself so you waited, painstakingly until you heard the front door click open and the padding of his feet until he reached the bedroom, that cute smile of his on his face as he approached you with a hug. He planted a kiss on your forehead, but all you could think about were those sinful photos lighting up your phone screen which was tossed to the side.

“What's wrong? You're so… tense.” Chan asked, cupping your face to make you look up at him. You didn't say anything, shying away from your thoughts as a blush spread across your face. You refused to meet his gaze as you rubbed your thighs together in search of friction — anything to subdue the heat pooling between your legs. You quickly glanced at your phone which was still switched on, making him follow your gaze, eyes landing on the screen. The content you were previously fawning over made him smirk. “Is my baby horny?” You nodded. “You liked those photos?”

“You look… really good.” You managed to say.

“How good?”

“Enough to want you to fuck me stupid.”

Which led to the current scenario. He edged you for what felt like forever, teasing you, playing with your clit, fingering you and twisting your sensitive nipple — all to stop right before you could reach that sweet relief. It was driving you insane.

“P-Please. Wanna c-cum —”

“You're going to cum when I say you can cum.”

You whimpered, your hands drifting from his back to his hair, tugging at the strands, eliciting a deep groan from him which made you clench around him. “So fucking tight.” He grunted, lifting your legs up to get a better angle, perfectly aiming at your g-spot with each thrust, making you scream. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, almost about to tumble over the precipice. Your mind was slowly turning to mush.

“‘M gonna — gonna c-cum, Channie —”

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” You nodded frantically, clenching around him as he reached between your legs and rubbed harsh circles around your clit and he leaned forward so he could wrap his lips around your nipples. All of the stimulation was enough to send you overboard. “Cum for me baby girl.” It was all too much for you, you came around his cock, milking his shaft, nails digging into his back as your legs shook. But he didn't stop, overstimulation taking over you. You squirmed away, trying to get him to stop but you couldn't, he just going and going, thrusting deeper and deeper inside you, bruising your cervix. You cried and begged him to stop. “Come on baby, one more. Give Channie one more.”

Your second orgasm approached you much faster than your first one, sensitivity make your jolt. His pace became sloppier and you watched as his face scrunched up. You came without warning, squeezing him hard.

“Fuck — baby.” He pulled out and stroked himself as he came all over your tummy. You were barely conscious, head swimming from all the pleasure you just received. “Come on sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up.” He pressed a sweet kiss on your hairline before getting up to run a bath for the two of you.

©hanjsquokka | copying, translating or republishing my work is strictly prohibited

#skz #stray kids #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz scenarios #bang chan #chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan x reader #chan #( mana's inbox 💌 ) #( asks : channie 🐺 ) #( anon : 🐻 )

[varietaltiger23]

Hello!! Can I request Mikey fucking male reader? Or sugar daddy Akashi Takeomi fucking male reader coz like 😩

🤭 might do both cause sugar daddy akashi so this will be a mix of shorter smuts and yes I did roast takeomi and don't regret it. Also I made myself jealous cause damn I wish I was their sugar baby 😔

This talk/contains: smut, semi public sex, car sex, marking up, sugar baby reader, me roasting Takeomi, bratty reader with punishment, this is a mix of short pieces of smut and headcanons.

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Becoming a sugar baby was your first good idea, becoming the sugar baby to the leader of bonten that was your best decision. Not even for the pay, trips, or the clothes in all honesty. What really was the grand prize was manjiro sano, the king of darkness and back breaking sex.

Finding out that he was a sex demon and the kinkest man to ever exist, he's taken you from every angle on every surface. The fondest one was after you had asked for a new car, a Toyota camry with a red interior that had black high lights. Of course mikey had bought it but before you even drove it off the lot. Mikey had you testing how good the durability of the seats were, bruising your prostate while he made you count how many times the car moved.

And we couldn't forget about the day when he took you to Italy to watch the Carnival of Venice, it was heavenly to witness the costumes dancing around each other to show the audience every extraordinary detail of their masks to the tips of their gowns and coats. But what tipped the night off was listening to Teatro La Scala while mikey treated you with such tenderness and love that it left phantom touches even today. From the gentle kisses that were focused on only two things which were to leav hickeies and encasing your nipples in overwhelming heat with a slippery snake of a tongue glazing you them, and the attention that your balls got was sinful enough that it would turn a dungeon master to a virgin. You were sure that mikey had left hickes on them even if you didn't check.

Picking the leader of bonten as your sugar daddy was the best decision and you planned to capitalize off of it right now, with nothing on you expect for satin sheets that slid off you shoulders to pool over your dick that was at full attention once you heard the click of the pent house lock. Walking was over rated when you fucked with mikey.

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To be fair, when you first started fucking takeomi. You expected him to bust in the first 4 minutes and for him to not be that big. You left with a limp and refusing to touch yourself, takeomi was a suprise after all he looked one sip of McDonald's sprite from dying but he proved you wrong especially after you mouthed off to him.

You learned pretty quick that takeomi didn't take lip from you and would shut you down immediately even if in public, all he had to do was give you the look to shush and prepare for punishment. And his punishments were so cruel but creative all the same, if you insisted that you needed to spend more than allowed on something trivial such as cookies then the punishment would be to fuck your self again a dildo that was attached to whatever surface was closest to takeomi but he controlled how fast and hard you could go. While you were focused on gaining forgiveness and the ability to cum, he threw in degrading but praising comments then after you finally gained forgiveness from four organisms he would fuck you though at least three more if you were up to it though the treatment afterwards was heavenly with him calling in the maids to replace the sheets with you favorite ones and to draw a bath that was filled with kisses and promises of using all four of his black cards for being such a wonderful boy and taking him even if you were tired and spent.

Then the special treatment for the anniversary, well those shopping sprees in Paris and takeomi helping you choose sn outfit to match his; when yall went to your resume at Le Fouquet's. He practically kissed the path you walked on and the hungry look in his eyes only grew with each swipe of the card, you were a master piece that was reaching completion, he was ready to show you in every light with his hand marks peeking through when your clothes just couldn't follow you movements. Takeomi can't wait for you to try and explain to your friends, just why you let him mark you up so bad.

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Hm headcanons or smut thoughts idk honestly both

No, I'm not taking my roasts for takeomi back.

Takeomi picks out brats so he can enjoy taming them by first allowing them to do whatever they want and run their mouths.

Mikey picks the duel, he loves a brat but also someone who will follow directions with no question asked.

Takeomi dick curves a bit as it reaches the tip, call him captain hook cause he has you hooked on deep throating him.

Mikey is thicker at the base and narrows out, though he is leaning on the more normal side of length. Man's knows how to sling that dick.

Please mikey loves to take you with him to every meeting he is forced to go to and loves showing you off but in your own way, such as if you prefer jewelry to high light your facial features then expect jewelry to go with even your lazy wear. You prefer clothes then you have every style, from baggy to sleazy to priceless and he allows you to walls slightly infront if him to have everyone's eyes on your clothes.

And takeomi, there's a reason he allows his little sister to buy anything. It's because he wants to see you with everything you enjoy, spending all your allowance in the art supplies section/store well then expect your own work shop. You like love some sports and need some new shoes or a better bag well then you getting your own storage filled with everything you could ever need in any color. Oh you like mathematics and science (this includes cooking)  well guess what you getting a lab/kitchen so you may get all those crazy 3 am thoughts out but please let him know what your doing before you blow something up.

They are willing to support you as long as you talk in some way even if it's nonverbal, if you don't then please these boys will be stressed trying to figure out what's wrong.

In case you don't know what they do then listen please mind you business, they like you and wanna keep you bit if they think you gonna snitch or veiw them differently if you knew what they do then you gotta go.

#asks🤩 #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #bonten mikey #akashi takeomi smut #takeomi akashi smut #mikey smut #manjiro sano smut #x male reader

[urinejaeger]

Hi I hope you are having a great day!!! I was wondering if I can request either Bakugo or Kirishima catching the reader doing the WAP dance and it gets steamy. Thank you and I hope this is ok.

tfw when i can’t even do a split 😔😔😔 also i did both because Kirishima has been getting to me lately 🥺

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! 18+

BAKUGOU

“Oh, oops—“ You mumbled in annoyance as you were busy setting up your phone on the dresser. The stupid thing continuously tried to slip from its placeholder near your ring light.

“Oi... what are you doing?” A sigh came from the door. You didn’t have to look to know who the raspy voice came from. He had fell back on the bed, arms placed behind his head and his eyes converted to the ceiling.

“Nothing... Ugh, hey, Bakugou?” You had asked, looking behind you with your phone in hand. He gave a little “hm” in response and opened one eye to look at you. He knew you were about to ask for a favor, so he had opened his mouth to decline before you said anything else.

“Please hold my phone for me,” you whined out, resulting in him groaning and rolling his eyes. Though it wasn’t that big of a deal, he didn’t want to have to record you doing whatever you’re doing while he’s stuck holding the stupid electronic.

“Why?” He huffed and sat up, eyes pointing at the device in your hand before snatching it from you. “One of your dumb tiktok trends?” He has asked, voice softer once he realized he might actually get to see you doing something cute or funny, and he’d be the mastermind with the controls of the camera. That’s when he noticed the sound name.

“What the fuck is a WAP?” He had asked, eyes squinting at the audio before he nearly clicked it. You stopped him by pressing the “use this sound” button at the bottom of the page. He only shrugged it off before aiming it at you. Needless to say, this wasn’t his first time recording you. You often even caught him smiling softly behind the camera, finding enjoyment in your work.

“Okay, now don’t stop recording! Run it all the way through.” He gave a nod, and waiting for your cue. You stood far back, near your bedroom wall as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was then that he noticed your noticed outfit - Short black shorts and a dark maroon crop top - that he couldn’t wait to take off later.

Once you gave him the okay to start, he kept his eyes squinted and focused on the screen, making sure to capture every movement on your body. Your leg went in the air, immediately sparking his interest.

And once you had dropped, legs spread, Bakugou’s eyes went wide a bit, leaning closer to the screen. Next came the bit where you’d shake your ass in the air, and Bakugou felt his entire body going stiff - he continued to watch as you twerked on the ground, turned finished the dance.

The moment that you had brought your leg up to go into a split, he nearly felt your phone slip. Still, for the most part, he had kept himself steady enough to get a good video. The video went into immediate autoplay, turning his face bright red with a slightly pout as he watched it once more. You rushed over, breathing a bit heavy from the dance to grab your phone from him. To your surprise, he held up his hand to stop you, and held your phone out of your reach. His eyes, however, remained captivated.

That was when he looked back at you, tossing the phone to the side. You went to reach for it, but his hands caught you around the waist and pulled you to stand in front of him. Curling his lips up into a smirk, Bakugou’s eyes trailed from your own, down to your lips, and then to your neck, where he leaned forward to place a feather-like kiss. “I’ve never seen you do anything like that before... When did you learn how to do the split?” He mumbled against your neck, sending shivers down your spine when you felt his lips part, his tongue brushing against your sensitive flesh.

“I-I only learned to do them for the dance,” you mumbled, cheeks flushed. You felt his arms circle your waist, pulling you closer as his teeth nipped your neck, going down to your shoulder for a slight moment before he looked up at you, face only inches from yours.

“We could’ve practiced it together... You, above my lap...” He felt his lips smirk higher when he saw the blush darken on your face. “Or my face...”

That’s when you let out a squeal, smacking his shoulders at his dirty suggestion. “BAKUGOU-“

You were silenced by his lips, and the feeling of him leaning back and pulling you on top of him. Maybe you’ll do more than one split this evening...

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima had just gotten home, the exhaustion from his patrol feeling good when he remembers that it was all from working out and stopping bad guys. Stretching his muscular arms up, he had strolled into the kitchen and headed immediately to the fridge - the poor red headed boy hadn’t even eating lunch that day!

Just as he had opened the fridge, Kirishima had heard music coming from the living room, followed by a swear word of his one and only, y/n. Closing the fridge and forgetting about the food, he realized he only wanted one thing - a hug and kiss from his lover. Sure, maybe it wasn’t super manly but you were his only acception! To be vulnerable around you is his favorite pastime.

“Y/N? Baby,” Kirishima cooed softly, turning the corner to see you in a position with your ass high in the air, your back arching to grant a little extra bounce. His body froze, face nearly as red as his hair when he saw you drop to the ground in embarrassment. You both awkwardly looked at each other for a minute before the hero fixed his posture, smoothing some of his hair back and headed to one of the chairs placed near a wall.

You watched as he leaned back all the way, chin set on his hands and legs partly spread as he looked at you blankly.

“Don’t stop.” He said, motioning with his hand to continue your dance. His blush had officially faded, but he was still feeling flustered that he had walked in on you performing such an erotic dance. You stuttered for a slight movement before shaking it off. Then, you moved back over to your phone where another woman was performing it on their, teaching you exactly how to do the dance.

You practiced, kicking your leg up before dropping and spreading your knees, then getting on all four to shake your ass up and down for the twerk affect. You performed the rest of the dance almost flawlessly, feeling for confident now that your super sexy lover was watching from only a few steps away.

You sat on the ground afterwards, looking over at him. Kirishima swallowed, his hand gripping the chair’s arm just slightly. “That was... really good... I just have one suggestion.”

You watched as he stood, standing above you just slightly and helped you stand. His thumb brushed over the backs of your hands before he had stepped back, motioning for you to go again.

You gave him a nod, kicking your leg into the air before you spread your knees and dropped the ground. “Then I do this..” You mumbled, getting back on all fours again, with your ass facing him.

You didn’t get much further than that when you felt something press against you, holding you still for a moment. Gasping just slightly, you noticed how tight his grip on your hips were as he lowered you down to your knees, his body then leaning forward to press his mouth near your ear.

“Do that again,” your usually sweet and supportive boyfriend mumbled, his hands then moving to pull down your leggings. One of his hands circled around your waist, moving towards your lower regions. Your body twitched in excitement, ready to feel his body rock you into oblivion.

“But with me inside of you...”

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[pridepoisoned]

i see you rb that portrayal meme, i hit pause on finals, i am once again heading straight to your inbox ithinkimgonnarepeatmyselfalittleohgod—-

DAN. i always log in hoping to see you on the dash! one of my main inspirations for writing, some of my favorite portrayals of all time ( across all your muses! i can always scream about how i love the range of personalities you depict! ), endlessly entertaining and interesting and giving positive energy. tbh you and your colorful cast of muses are major reasons why i haven’t perma-burned out from tumblr rp, i’d miss you all too much ; v ;

i get how jupiter can be . . . complicated for interactions ( particularly when there aren’t many other galactic’s out there, we space-weirdo enjoyers are deprived 😔 when i submit my last papers i’ll finally have jordan running ), villains as a whole can be complicated, but trust that your partners will let you know when you approach a boundary or better yet, before you get things rolling! jupiter comes with a big red sign that says in bold TRUE OPPORTUNISTIC AND UNREPENTANT EVIL LIVES HERE, anyone who follows should know / expect exactly that! don’t ever feel like you need to dilute her scheming and power-hungry personality, her willingness to go as far as she needs to get what she wants ‘cause she’s yet to be put in her place ( hika vc : how many times do we have to teach you this lesson old hag ) — it’s why jupiter is jupiter, your jupiter, and i love her for it.

JUPITER/ERIS VIBE CHECK!

[ Oh gosh Aya, where do I even start? This message is so so nice, and I wish I could reflect its positive energy right back at ya with a big NO U. Because I’m the one who hopes to see Hikari or your fantastic Sinnoh worldbuilding on the dash whenever I log in! You’re the one who inspires me to write some of my longest (and best imo) works here! I don’t know how to really explain it, but something about writing Barry & Hika (and even the venom between Jup & Hika) just clicks and feels right every time to me, and I love it! And ultimately, if it weren’t for you reaching out to me back when I was nervously writing Barry drabbles to no one and wondering how the hell to enter this indie scene, I’m confident in saying that I wouldn’t be RPing anymore. I appreciate you for consistently being a major spark to my creative writing here--you’ve given me the courage to try out a whole cast of muses, even a villain in Jupiter, which I’d never thought I would do.

I’ll also say that one of the main inspirations behind Jupiter’s unwavering commitment to Evil is your Hikari (hear me out, lol.) I adore Hika’s uncompromising attitude, and I found myself bringing some of that ruthless edge over to Jupiter (and more insidiously) to Eris. I’ve never held back in my writing here, so I appreciate your reminder to go all out--even if that means more cutthroat clashes with Hika or bad news for Jordan in the future (so excited for Jordan btw...I love what you’ve shared so far!!)   

So, let me cut my rambling short by just saying thank you. Thank you for the super heartfelt message, thank you for supporting the space-weirdos and murky drink drinkers of the Pokemon world with me, and thank you for being a day one awesome friend and for showing me the way around here! Catch me feeling all sorts of grateful now. 😊 (PS: you are going to rock finals, I know that for sure!!) ]  

#long post #(oh MAN i teared up reading this 😭) #(TYSM for taking time out of your busy finals schedule to send this omg...) #(and sorry if i got rambly...its almost 1am and im EMOTIONAL LMAO) #(we stay SINNOH STRONG out here!!) #RESEARCH BREAK. #SAVED FILE.