#not like RIPPED but they got some mass to em

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born sinner (part three; finale)

pairing: crime boss!suguru geto x fem!surgeon!reader series content: blood, gore, realistic descriptions of surgery but like as accurate as someone with access to google has, angst, slow-burn, smut, anxiety as a heavy theme, no curses!au, violence, guns, gang mentions and typical violence, religious imagery, etc. chapter content: smut!! oral and fingering (fem receiving), penetrative sex, doggy into some kinda reverse cowgirl almost you'll see ig, he spits on your pussy, he lightly slaps your thigh and ass once, rough sex, hair pulling, good aftercare. all other series warnings apply. wc: 9.5k a/n: here it is!! the last installment of crime boss! geto just in time for his birthday!! well, chapter length anyway. feel free to send in requests of slice of life for this series any time, and enjoy the conclusion :3 and just one last thank you to @antizenin for thinking up this concept, please go follow them and give em some love :)) part one // part two

bright lights never bothered you before–not like this. in the middle of those old nights when you got the call to come in, you welcomed the fluorescents to wake you up before you performed yet another life-saving surgery and went to sleep in an on-call room for a few hours before you had to do it all over again. once upon a time, you were addicted to these moments, living and breathing for the riveting rush that only surgery could give you. but now, in the void of sound that is your personal hospital, you know it won’t be ambulance sirens that starts your adrenaline. you know it will be victims, one of them likely suguru—and you feel like you might be sick in the middle of the floor and the lights will only serve to highlight how out of your league you are. 

you hear the low rumble of voices, the hisses of pain and groans of confusion coming from the hallway linking your sector to suguru’s house. it sounds bad–multiple different voices complaining about their injuries. you take a steadying breath, perhaps it was just a street fight—just a few stitches and busted knuckles to ice. knowing suguru, he was trying to work you up for no reason. 

the door busts open and your eyes widen, hopes crushed quickly. there’s blood puddling in the floor, red footprints tracking their way to the door. satoru is being dragged forward by suguru and choso, head rolling between his shoulders. he’s riddled with bullets, and he’s not the only one. the dark-haired driver seems to have a couple of bullet wounds himself and there’s a few more of suguru’s yakuza that have suffered the same fate. your heart pounds so loud that you can hear the blood rushing in your veins, and it’s not adrenaline that you feel in your veins: it’s white-hot dread. fear. panic. your body moves despite yourself. 

only when satoru is positioned on a gurney are you able to analyze suguru—his shirt soaked with blood you can’t determine is his own or not. his shirt is ripped, face cut, blood dripping off his fingertips to contribute to the great vibrant red staining the floor. he’s injured, and you’re panicking–and these people could die, and who do you even start with?? you turn towards suguru, inclined to make sure he’s alright. your hands shake, you move towards him in slow, unsure steps, and he grabs one of your shaky palms—stopping you from tending to him. 

you know he can see right through you, knows that you’re bound to lock up in fear, yet he looks at you with a gentle grin—despite it all, forgetting the fact that he’s in pain and his men are grievously hurt. his thumb rakes over the back of your hand, nevermind the blood that streaks across your skin as he does so—his blood, decidedly. you can’t stop staring. at the blood on his hands–your hand, at the mass of injured people waiting for you to fix them—on the crimson puddles leading straight for you.

“hey—look at me,” his voice is stern, with a sense of understanding softness to it. it’s commanding, and your eyes stop surveying the injured and snap back to his face, his lip busted and a cut that definitely needs stitches. “you’re the best money can buy, that’s why you’re mine. just…block it out. breathe, one at a time. it’s a tall task, i know what i’m asking of you. work on satoru first, and trust yourself. we all panic, so show me why you were on the cover of academic magazines, ebi. i’ll tell you everything that happened while you work.” he offers, and you know that it must be an attempt to busy your mind—so you jump at the reprieve. he watches you slip into a different part of yourself, your brow furrowing—mind steeling as he commanded. you nod, gesturing for him to talk as your turn for satoru, popping the buttons on his shirt and cussing at the damage. 

“hey boss-man, we got him!” satoru beams, dropping a manilla file on suguru’s dark cherry desk. suguru cuts his eyes over to him, rather bored looking with his elbow propped on the table and his head leaned against his hand. he’s hesitant to perk up at satoru’s words, not wanting to get his hopes up for a lead on toji without good reason. the first trails had gone cold before he had really even had the chance to look into them; all second-hand accounts of a guy that knows a guy that had absolutely nothing to contribute other than wasting their time. “go on, open it!” 

satoru sounds so perky suguru is inclined to follow his orders for once. gojo wouldn’t look so excited if this wasn’t something good. so he pops the tab and reaches in, sliding a bundle of papers out. some are print-outs of surveillance cameras—toji’s unmistakable presence captured with sukuna—his men had gotten a hold of something concrete finally. included with those were text messages, meeting arrangements for the one who stabbed him in the back—no, shot him in the chest. they were getting a delivery tonight. this is what nanami risked his life for, and suguru was intent on making it worth it. 

“we’ll move tonight then. we have a delivery of our own to make.” he claps the file against satoru’s chest, a nonchalant smile closing his eyes as he gets to his feet. revenge. it was so near. he needed to make arrangements for this quickly, there was only a few hours to go before the meeting would go down and he needed to decide who would station where and how many weapons and cases of ammo they would need.

he thinks about you as he walks to his armory. he had practically tucked you in and promised to make up for his temperament later in the week. he sighed aloud, the heels of his boots clicking down his marble walkway. the walls were barren outside of the tapestry that hung along one of them. it’s a long hallway with a hidden door to the left side of it. it leads to his armory—walls decorated with guns, flash grenades, smoke bombs and more. he just needed to make sure that this went well, as minimal casualties as possible so you could sleep through the night undisturbed. he can seek his revenge and keep you out of it. so he can keep his promise to you. 

so he starts pulling guns off their mounts and calling his best men to get the cars ready. 

a few hours later, suguru and his top seven guys stood at the back entrance of ryomen sukuna’s estate, holding their delivery driver hostage as they wait on toji to surface for it. it was just a crate of weapons, but enough of a hassle for someone high on the food chain to come for it. apparently being a rat helps you climb the ranks. he doesn’t come out alone—several men flanking him as he takes a look around. 

he’s smirking, like he knew that something was lurking in the shadows without even having to look too hard. he folds his arms and scratches his head with the barrel of his gun, whistling. “i can smell ya, mangy little kid. what, you wanna talk about my betrayal?” he rolls his eyes. suguru steps forward, but so do satoru, choso, kusakabe, hakari, yuuta, todo, and inumaki—all of his top performers, minus the injured nanami.  

“no, no. you’ve taught me that there comes a time where the talking must cease. i just want your ashes in an urn for my office.” he hums, hands in his pockets. the tension runs high, suguru’s feline smirk making everyone on the opposing side antsy. he takes a step forward, and one of toji’s men preemptively shoots—triggering the chain of events. 

that’s where things get fuzzy. he remembers ducking behind the car and peaking around to get a few shots off. suguru couldn’t care less about the extra men—sukuna’s men–that was a battle for another time. he just wants toji. he wants to show him the monster he’s created. suguru doesn’t thrive on negativity—feels like it’s a curse, even, but he will not tolerate disrespect and betrayal. he will not give toji the chance to plan another attack. not now, when he has so much to lose. 

and when satoru’s body falls down beside him, all he can think about is the injuries he sustained, the ones that nanami endured—all of the wounds his other men would get tonight; the nearly lethal suffering he weathered–you, who would have to repair all that was broken tonight despite his oath to you. he rolls the opposite way than he had been peaking, coming around and letting his gun do any talking. he takes down two of the regular guards, opening up his shot on toji. suguru nearly laughs; it’s so easy. he expected to mourn a little, to hesitate. to feel his morality tug at him or even hear that angelic voice he’s long concluded to be yours telling him to stop. 

but his brain is clear, heart at peace. he can feel the cool wind whispering against his cheek, advocating for justice. seeing the carnage makes things so clear, his best friend bleeding out at his feet. he wonders briefly if you felt this calm when you stumbled over him all those nights ago. he pulls the trigger, there’s a loud bang! and slight jump of the barrel, smoke wafting into the night air—then the loud crumpling sound of toji’s body hitting the ground. 

and then there is silence. 

you’re pulling bullets out of satoru’s arm and side while suguru recounts the events to you, mind operating on nothing but your knowledgeable instinct. you thought he may be distracting like he was when you operated earlier in the day, but his voice is surprisingly even and soft and drowns out any grunts of pain from the others you hadn’t yet seen. satoru was easily the worst of them—but you moved efficiently to patch him up, gleeful that none of the bullets had hit major arteries and that he would be fine in a few weeks. 

you administer morphine to everyone, thankful beyond belief that all your x-rays and ct scans proved that everyone in this rival gang were horrible shooters; all your patients would make it without any real surgery required. just a lot of pain medicine and stitches—and you would consider that a good day. should any of them have needed to be opened up, you would have had to pick and prioritize them, or have suguru do it for you. no, you’re very thankful for a mess of gauze and blood on the floor, happy to hang bags of fluids and let them talk over their victory with each other. 

once his men were patched up, suguru finally let you tend to him. he unfastens the buttons on his shirt for you, “this one’s expensive. i don’t want you ruining it.” he jokes, seemingly content despite the situation and how grave it really could have been. you wonder if taking care of his enemy is the sole reason why. 

“ha, ha. i’m here to save lives, not designer shirts.” you raise a brow to chastise almost, but the grin playing on your lips betrays you. though it quickly drops when you see he’s been shot three times. he seemed to omit the part where those two men he shot, shot back. 

you suck in a breath of air and look up at him, the wounds on his chest that were nearly healed looked red and angry—due to the fact his body was already weakened from them and had just acquired three more. two of them had clear exit wounds in his abdomen and just required your cleaning and dressing of them. the one closest to his heart was a shallow wound, the bullet lodged just beneath his skin. you can’t help but feel fear. what if one of these bullets caused your grafts to rupture? what if–even if he doesn’t think it’s fatal, it is? so you insist on an echo and a ct after you’ve pulled the last bullet fragment from his olive-tinted scarred skin. 

“you need tests. i need to make sure your heart still looks good—you really need to take it easy, suguru. you’re not invincible.” you say as you place the electrodes on his skin. his deep laceration was perfectly stitched so it may not even leave a scar–and you know he can’t grin at you the way he wants due to how tight the threads pull at his cheek. 

“i’m a yakuza boss, little isha. i can’t exactly take it easy.” he leans back on his arms to allow you closer to his chest–the broad expanse of toned muscle and rough terrain. your slender fingers press the stickers in the places only you would know to put them, watching the machine read his heart beat while you take his blood pressure. you take a breath of relief when the numbers look perfect. 

“come on, one ct scan just to help me sleep tonight.” you raise your brow expectantly and pull the probes from his chest, feeling his ochre eyes stare into your face as you work. 

“of course. anything for you.” he purrs, sliding off the gurney and following you to the adjacent room to do the scans for your anxious mind. 

“anything, hm? you said toji shot you. is that what happened when i found you?” you ask, guiding him to lay down for the machine. 

“you’re relentless, ebi. and you tell me i don’t know when to quit.” he chuckles, earning him a glare from you as you try to run the scan. you’re quiet while it’s running, eyeing the results as they populate on your desktop. 

“you said you’d tell me everything and thennnnn you said you’d do anything for me. one simple request. i just want to know what you went through that night.” you hum so sweetly he knows he won’t be able to deny you any longer. 

“yes, fine, brat.” he shakes his head, sitting up on the hospital bed to face you. despite his seeming annoyance, his lips are turned up in a grin. he looks over your face, adorned with the excitement that he has finally given in to you no doubt. you lean forward, hip bumping against the side of his metal gurney. 

“that night, i was betrayed. my mentor–toji fushiguro. he was like a father to me, and satoru. he taught me the ropes of being a yakuza boss. most of everything i know came from him. i was meant to meet with the head of our rivals, toji organized the entire thing,” he reflects on this with so much pain in his eyes—you understand why he had brushed off the retelling for as long as he could. it’s clear he didn’t want to think about it. but maybe since the saga is over, he feels free enough to indulge you in it. “on our way there, sukuna’s men flipped my car. i crawled out of the wreckage and toji…shot me in the chest to finish the job.” he looks down at his marred flesh, littered in the scars from that day. 

“how did you make it to that alley?” you ask, hanging on his every word. he was incredibly resourceful and resilient—and that can’t be entirely taught.  

“dragged myself. there were patrons in that bar that owed me. if i could have made it inside, i knew someone would have gotten a hold of satoru, at least. i left him home because he’s a loud mouth and would ruin the meeting—but it was a mistake. satoru knew. he smelled toji’s betrayal, and i dismissed it. my bad judgment nearly cost me my life.” he focuses on a crack in the tile flooring next to your feet. you notice the brokenness that flickers in his eyes as he stares at that point on the ground–a proverbial crack in the foundation. you interrupt those drowning thoughts of his own self-criticism by putting your hand on his shoulder, you remember your own cracks and how they’ve been mended since. 

“it seems like you have pretty good judgment. no one can be right one hundred percent of the time. i had to learn that early on, even with the science and miracles of surgery. everything seems under control, don’t underestimate yourself. you have it all put together.” you encourage, thumbing over the edge of his collarbone. his skin is so warm and tan despite how often you see him inside. he looks at you as if he’s surprised by your touch, but makes no move to evade it. after a moment of staring, he chuckles, and you look away—though you can feel his eyes trained on you like always. 

“no, isha. i may look orchestrated, but i’m falling apart.” he sighs out, a hint of that pain darkening the golden brown autumn eyes he looks at you with. you can’t repress the intrusive instinct to trace the thick scar left by toji’s betrayal—by your skilled sutures. you shake your head at his words.

“when i found you, you were falling apart. now you’re putting it back together. it’s a process.” you say, voice falling to a whisper as you realize just how close you are to him. you’re standing between his legs, your knees buckling slightly as his rest against your thighs. you have to conjure every ounce of your courage to lift your gaze to his notorious bedroom stare, ochre pools sending a tingle down your spine. you bite your bottom lip and his vulturous gaze flickers down to watch the way your white teeth dug into the plush color of your lip, the flesh swelling a bit from the pressure. he puts his hand on your hip, so gentle by manner of touch but so rough by feeling. his fingers are long enough to rest atop the supple fat of your ass, and you can feel electricity thicken in the room like the moments before a loud thunderstorm. you don’t know who leaned in first, but your lips meet—and lightning strikes. you feel his fingers curling into your clothes, your very bones. his lips move fluidly against yours, his head turning to mesh with your slow movements. your brain is fuzzy, his other hand reaching for the dip of your waist to pull you into his lap—except he grunts in pain from the contact, and you pull away with the sudden clarity that he is hurt and you are his doctor—as well as everyone else’s in this hospital. 

you can feel the heat in your cheeks as you look out of the machine room to see if anyone saw the two of you. he just admires you with amusement, that you’re concerned you overstepped despite how obviously he feels for you. 

“we should get back out there, your friends probably want to see you…” you smile, but all he can see is your kiss-swollen lips. he smirks, nodding and rising to his full height before following you into the main wing. 

the two of you don’t discuss the kiss, nor the obvious shift in your relationship. suguru calls you more often, invites you out to accompany him for walks around tokyo, takes you for fancy dinners. there’s been no official labels, no indication that this is his version of dating. you almost wonder if he’s toying with you since he knows you hold some sort of attraction to him after you basically threw yourself at him when he was injured. 

on the surgical front, things have been quiet. since that night, there’s been no retaliation. even you know better than to think it will stay that way. suguru, of course, is expecting their attempt at revenge any moment now—hence why you haven’t been to his estate in weeks. he doesn’t want you caught in the crossfire, but he’s not prepared to give up his time with you. that explains all the long video calls and expensive dates, if you can go so far as to call them that. you enjoy his focused attention, but can’t deny that you miss all the time you used to spend together. 

thankfully, today’s call is different. “hello, little isha. would you like to be my date for the upcoming annual charity gala?” he asks, the smirk clear in his tone. you like to give him a hard time, especially when you’re feeling neglected, he’s noticed–so your scoff doesn’t surprise him. 

“do i really have a choice in this?” you grin, and he wishes he were there to see your features brighten. 

“mm, no.” he chuckles, but you know he’s just placating you. 

“i don’t have anything to wear, when is it?” you huff, trying to disguise your excitement to go to an event with him. it speaks to how highly he regards you–and a hard launch tells you that he’s ready to make this real. 

“don’t worry ebi. satoru will be there in twenty minutes or so, i’ve taken care of it all. do your hair and makeup however you’d like, i’ll be ruining it all anyway.” he says so casually you don’t even catch it at first, only the fact the gala was today and you needed to get ready as soon as possible. 

“wait—you’re asking me to this today?!” you exclaim, panic setting in. you need to take a full shower in twenty minutes and trust that he picked something decent for you to wear. 

the phone line goes dead in response. you groan and slam it on your bed, sprinting for your shower. a charity gala? it must be a hot-shot event. maybe he didn’t tell you in advance because he didn’t want you to freak out over the people you’d be rubbing elbows with. you’ve learned to trust him wholeheartedly, but that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped wondering what he’s up to. did he say he was going to ruin your makeup?!

satoru is sitting next to a garment bag positioned on your bed when you get out of the shower. you didn’t leave your door unlocked—

“you broke into my house?” you gape at him, still wrapped in a towel. he’s unashamed, long legs stretched in front of him with one one ankle folded over the other. he just shrugs, keeping eye contact with you over his dark shades. 

“hey, he told you i’d be here in twenty, not my fault you took fourty-five! don’t worry—i’m not looking.” he smiles wolfishly, seemingly enjoying getting a rise out of you despite all you’ve done for him. you know he’s harmless—to you anyways. he juts his chin toward the bag and shoe box next to him. “hurry up—you got a lot of work to do woman.” he snickers, eyeing your soaking wet hair. you narrow your eyes at him and step back into the bathroom to dry your hair and put on a robe. something tells you suguru would not love the idea of satoru watching you in your towel, harmless or not. you style your hair in your favorite formal style, waiting to do your makeup until you saw the dress suguru selected. 

you step back out into your room, rolling your eyes as satoru fakes loud snores to convey his boredom. you ignore him to the best of your ability, unzipping the black plastic to reveal an even darker black dress. it’s a long formal gown with a slit up the side, the obsidian satin was adorned with shining glitter and a diving neckline. it’s gorgeous, and will look stunning on you. you nearly flush as you run your fingers along the smooth skirt, shaking your head at the lengths he would go to at times. you go for the shoe box next, pushing off the lid to reveal a matching black heel with red bottoms. you gasp—and satoru snickers. he knows how suguru is, and this was just the tip of the iceberg. you pick the shoe up, analyzing the sleek and expensive heel. you are going to tear suguru a new one when you see him. 

the setting sun sends one of her last few rays of light through your high windows, catching on the things left in the shoe box. a gleam catches your eye—something shiny and bright. you move the other shoe aside to find a necklace and matching earrings—gold with diamonds. no doubt all real. this time you have to look at satoru. 

“is he serious?” you hold up the jewels, satoru’s wide grin telling you yes, he is in fact serious. he wants you to look like his woman. because you are. 

“yeah. hurry up and get ready, we’re gonna be late if you keep gawking at them instead of putting ‘em on.” he rolls his eyes, but truth be told he finds this little love story quite adorable. suguru deserves it, and he just hopes you can fulfill this role without letting them all down. “look. suguru likes you a lot. please. don’t…end up on our kill list.”

you meet his eyes, remembering that gojo raised the alarms on toji and stood by suguru’s side more loyal than anyone. you just smile at him, nodding. even saving his life wasn’t a good enough excuse to let his guard down, and you were happy that suguru had him around. “you’re a great friend, satoru. i won’t disappoint you.” you promise, gathering the dress and accessories up and slipping back into the bathroom to complete your look. 

suguru is waiting for you when satoru pulls the car into the valet parking section outside of the event. he looks handsome—you’re convinced it’s effortless for him at this point. he wears a black tuxedo, complete with a matte black undershirt and a sleek black weapon tucked under his suit jacket. he tied all of his hair back for once, though his bangs and a few stubborn tendrils  frame his sharp featured face. he runs a hand through what he can as you step out. 

his eyes feast on you, starting at your slim ankles all prettily strapped into the shoes he picked out for you. then his eyes move up to your thick thighs and wide hips spreading under the dark silky fabric. the dips of your waist, the bulge of your breasts. he doesn’t know if this is a good idea anymore. taking you out looking like this was a sure way to cause trouble. your makeup was done subtle and stylish, your hair perfectly complimentary to all your best features. all he can do is shake his head and bite his lip like you had done the night you kissed. 

satoru gives the keys off to the valet driver and snorts at a speechless suguru. but he goes ahead inside to case the situation for his boss anyway—and to give him some time alone with you. maybe he’ll get a few words in eventually. 

“you’re breathtaking, my ebi girl.” he smiles, there’s no turning back from this now. “this event isn’t ready for you. there will be dangerous people inside, all of us camouflaging as successful and wealthy businessmen, not yakuza. don’t speak unless someone speaks to you. don’t leave my side, and don’t look anyone in the eye. i’ll keep you safe.” he promises, pulling you into his side. 

everyone in here was likely knee deep in illegal shit. you know suguru isn’t trying to scare you, he’s just trying to be honest with you; to include you in his life. so you obey his every order, clutching your glass of wine and letting the popular geto-sama lead you around to intermingle with other small clan heads and arms dealers, families of his workers and even some of his rivals. the cloak of public showings make it easy enough to blend in and not worry so much about physical retaliations here. 

suguru keeps his arm around your waist, getting handsier as the night goes on. you wonder if it’s just for show, to display you like his property just to keep other people away. his fingers toy with the slit on your dress, sliding his fingerprints over your thighs, calluses brushing smooth skin. whether this is just to parade around his successes or not, you’re melting into his touch anyway. 

“would you like to dance with me, darling?” he asks, his voice a deep timbre in your ear. the breath of his whisper ruffles your hair and sends goosebumps down your neck. you nod hastily, earning a chuckle that only makes that pool of liquid fire in your gut ripple with desire. suguru’s always intrigued you, tripped you up—but the way he can’t keep his hands off of you has you squirming for a different kind of dance as he leads you towards the ballroom floor. 

“ahhh there’s my little basket case. you remember me, don’t you doctor?” a deep voice booms ahead of you, catching your attention. suguru’s arm becomes a vise on your waist. you look away from him to see a familiar looking man. he was big and bulky like suguru, dark face tattoos with vermillion eyes. his hair was a pale pink—and you remember him. 

“you know sukuna?” suguru looks at you, absolutely betrayed. you furrow your brows—it wasn’t like that. you had to make sure he knows that, that you never lied to him. you just simply didn’t know that man you met was sukuna, the man that’s causing a majority of these issues for the man you’ve fallen for. 

“no—not like that—he bought me drinks that night at the bar.” you say quickly–pleadingly, and he matches that up to the story you told him. it makes enough sense that sukuna would celebrate his “victory” in a bar nearby as well—and the worry in your eyes claws at his heart. he knows you’re honest, knows you would have given yourself away at any mention of sukuna’s name if you truly were some half-spy of his. you are a lot of things, but an actress you were not. 

“bought drinks, became your shoulder to cry on, and then you disappeared. how sad to see where you went. finders keepers i guess—though, i have found you now!” he chortles, eyes lingering over your frame. his smile grows even wider at the way suguru holds you, fingers digging into your sides, trying to pull you behind him. 

“i don’t care where we are, sukuna. i will turn you into rat food if you come near her again.” he says, a vein popping out along his temple. his voice is threatening, terrifying even if you didn’t trust him like you do. he took your word at face value, even though he’s been burned before. his trust means more than anything. 

sukuna scoffs. “that enamored with the little surgeon huh? maybe i’ll give her plenty of surgeries to show my affections.” 

geto snarls, putting an arm across  you to keep you from following. “try me. i’ll give her your head to show her mine.” he pushes the side of his jacket aside to show the cute little 9mm he had stuffed away. your back straightens at the prospect of violence, but you fight the urge to interrupt. these were already warring gangs, you couldn’t undermine geto’s authority. 

sukuna just looks down, smirking at the threat and mockingly putting his hands up in surrender. the smirk doesn’t die down, only spreads wider until he’s the image of the cheshire cat. “we’ll tango later…dance with my little surgeon until i get her back.” he winks at you, causing even you to scowl his way. choso watches him go, looking ready to pounce as soon as suguru utters the command. but satoru’s the one to smile and encourage both choso and suguru to settle down lest everyone start asking questions. if satoru didn’t know how possessive suguru already was—if sukuna hadn’t already played into those insecurities, he’d offer to dance with you. instead, he just nudges suguru’s back once the music swings into a melodic jazzy swing. 

he turns to you, his muscles still rigid with rage. you can tell by the stiff way he holds your other intertwined hands out, that same tight grip on your waist remaining. his jaw feathers, and your heart pangs with concern. you know you two aren’t anything official, but he had to know how you felt, right? after all these months spent learning about one another—he’s your sole friend. he’s given you a chance to feel your purpose, to practice your craft and save lives. lives of men that were funny like satoru, kind men like choso and nanami, young men with lives to live and families to go home to. you would never walk away from him. not for fear, not for money, not for anything. so you clench his hand back and push him into stepping with you to the music. 

“suguru,” you breathe out, his darkened honey gaze bores into your soul anyway, making you breathless beyond that. you just meet his eyes with your soft adoration, pulling and pushing him into the dance moves as he tries to calm down, “he’s trying to get in your head. don’t let him.” 

“he wants you,” he replies instead, shaking his head a little–the image of an angry bull. you swear if you look hard enough, you could see smoke circles forming from his exhales, “i won’t let that happen. you’re mine.” he rasps, finally stepping and moving into you on his own. 

“i don’t remember you asking,” you smirk, knowing it may not exactly be the right time to provoke him–but it seems like your taunting doesn’t affect him. you’ve known it since you shared that kiss, and probably even before then. you’re his, and he is yours. 

“good thing i picked the perfect dress to take off of you tonight to prove it, then.” he muses, eyes dancing over your body. it nearly fills him with rage again–that sukuna got to see you looking this fucking good. it’s meant only for him. his hands wander to your hips, pulling you into his. your hands brace on his chest, pretty little bedroom eyes just pleading for him to get you out of here. 

“if i let you,” you chirp oh so cheekily he can’t wait until the party is over. he smirks at your words, eyeing your fidgety hands on his collared shirt. you know it’s inappropriate, you know there’s other people wondering why the two of you touch each other like you’ll never get the chance to again. but the usual shame or panic isn’t there to cloud your thoughts. you just burn with the sweltering need for him, and you know this is as clear as your mind has ever been. 

geto motions for gojo to lean in. “have choso bring the car. we’re heading home early.” he orders, never once looking away from you. you feel naked already from the way he devours you, and you can’t bring yourself to pretend you don’t love it. satoru smirks, but nods and goes to pass along the message as commanded. 

“i want you to remember your bold attitude here,” he says, only amusement lacing his tone. he’s bred a million plans for you in his head already, and waiting for the car is only making him more creative. “you’ll be too brainless to do it later, ebi.” he promises, threading his fingers in yours and pulling you towards the exit. 

you feel pretty brainless already, if you’re honest with yourself. it’s like it floated right out of your head the moment he looked at you like a predator eyes his prey. but you comply easily as if obeying him was written in your very dna. 

he prides himself on his restraint to not take you in the car—rationalizing that your first time together needs to be special. he needs to have the room to do what he needs to do to you. there will be time in the future for nasty sex in the car, if tonight goes right. 

you think you should be rewarded for your patience as well, thighs clamped together to avoid rubbing them together the entire ride back to his estate. it’s even worse as he tries to look composed, thanking choso for driving the two of you back home—politely asking that his men entertain themselves elsewhere for the evening, suggesting the business house in the inner city. choso gives him an awkward nod, clearly pretending not to notice the obscene way suguru grabs your ass as you walk into his house. you only giggle as the door closes behind him, but your laughter is cut short when he knits his fingers in the hair above your neck, pulling your head back gently enough. you gasp meekly and it just makes the predator in him purr. 

“you have any limits, ebi?” he raises a brow, his other hand coming to caress your face, thick thumb swiping over your bottom lip. you swallow, feeling every nerve in your body spark against his touch. you shake your head no–maybe foolishly, maybe you’ll regret it, but you don’t want him to hold back. you want to feel the full force of his desire too. 

“good,” he approves, hungrily kissing you. his injuries have fully healed, range of motion fully intact. no grunts of pain or ache in his muscles could keep him from claiming you now. you feel him consume you, his hand curls in your hair to maintain full control. the tips of your fingers tingle as your grab onto his broad shoulders, fully trusting him with the weight of your body. his lips are slightly chapped, scraping your soft ones and making your stomach do backflips. he pulls away after nearly a minute, letting you heave a breath into your lungs as he nips down your jaw, laving his tongue over every hurt. each one sends a pulse of power through your body, making two heartbeats as your core aches for him. his thumb and forefinger grip your chin and turn your face away so his lips and teeth and tongue can find the sweet spot on your neck—and it doesn’t take him long. you’re squealing out his name as he sucks marks into your precious neck, not caring how badly it bruises. he hopes it does—wants everyone to be very clear on the fact you belong to him. your hands slip to his chest, shoving at his jacket. he pulls away long enough to let it fall off his arms, collecting in a heap on the floor. he also unstraps his weapon and discards it on the table, pulling you back into him as soon as he’s done. 

“jump,” he orders, those wondrous hands scooping at your thighs once you do just that. you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring how beautiful he is this close. sharp and angular features that somehow maintained a subtle softness, full lips and eyes as warm as an early autumn afternoon despite how dark and cloudy they are when they look at you. he’s perfect, and you can’t keep yourself from kissing him again as he walks with you. he blindly follows the curves of his hallways, your heels falling off from all the movement. your lips move desperately, trying to tell him all the things you’ll eventually work up the nerve to say—and he can feel it. he can feel how much you want him, how long you’ve felt this way. he’s got you against the door of his bedroom, hiking your dress up to expose the pretty matching black thong you put on all on your own. he smirks devilishly. “cute little thing—planning to get fucked this whole time?” he raises a brow and you only answer with a smile and weak nod. 

he just growls in return, diving back towards you to nip and lick over your collarbone, grinding his growing bulge against the thinly veiled layer over your cunt. you clench around nothing, letting out a needy whine at his teasing. “suguru—”

“i know, poor girl,” he chuckles against your skin, trailing his kisses to the swells of your breast that your dress so provocatively revealed for him. he slips the thin spaghetti straps down your shoulders, using the slack to yank the chest of the gown down entirely, exposing your tits to the warm summer air. “i’ve got just what you need, don’t worry,” he groans, thumbing over the pebbled buds with lust blown pupils. you wiggle against the door, desperate for every flick to your nipple, every swipe of his clothed cock over your soaked panties. he leans down to kiss your sensitive chest, kneading the other. just the angle of his hips kept you pinned against the door, lips suckling on your pert nipple. you knew from the look that formed next that he was only sympathetic to you for the way he’d be satisfying your needs–and his own. everything happens so quickly. your tits jiggle as you land on your back, plush bed swallowing you up as he uses your ankles to drag you to the edge–just to show how easy it is for a man his size to manhandle you. 

he had a violent need to claim you—almost blinding now that sukuna had challenged him for you. he had to fuck all those thoughts away, couldn’t risk you even wondering what life with anyone other than him was like. your thong is tucked into the pocket of his dress pants, thighs spread and pinned by his warm and rough palms. your legs dangle over the edge of the bed and his shoulders, cunt glistening and on display for him. your inner thighs are coated with the same slick, and he smirks at how he was able to make you drool like this with hardly any work. his fingers swipe at your lips, dipping inside your little entrance to collect some of the sweet arousal. you gasp at the sensation of his fat fingers—two at once. he pumps them once, twice, before he leaves you empty again. you nearly whine, hearing him slurp the juice off of his fingers. it’s so lewd you can’t help but writhe for his touch, earning a groan in return. you’re like heaven to a man like him, the sweet honey in between your legs has him leaning in for a fresher taste, licking a thick stripe over your entire cunt with his flattened tongue. he groans again, shaking his head. you’re irresistible. he can’t believe how cute you sound as he plays with you, your little whines of disappointment make his cock throb. he leans up, the thumb of his other hand pulling back your hood so he could spit on your swollen clit, so needy for his attention. you gasp loud, legs trying to close as he sets into rubbing fast, torturous circles over your bundle. he slaps the inside of your thigh. 

“none of that, little girl. daddy’s trying to make you feel good.” he chuckles, inserting his still-wet digits into your puckered hole yet again. you gasp at the light slap—your back arching completely as he finger fucks you, watching you open and close your mouth as you try to cope with the intense pleasure coursing through your blood. it’s unfathomable. you pull at your own hair, toy with your own chest, grinding your hips down for an even greater high. he knows it won’t take you long—and that’s even better. he’s one step closer to fitting you around his cock–shaping you into his perfect pussy. but he needed to watch you cum, needed you to coat his tongue, needed every piece of you to be his. your sounds, your faces, your body—your mind. he needed it more than air. 

his fingers curl into the spongy spot inside of you, his thumb matching pace on your clit. you feel like you’re flying—like the sun above you warms your entire body as his fingers make quick work of you. in just a few minutes, you’re moaning loud and cumming on his thick digits. 

he lets no time pass, leaning in face-first to smother himself in your taste. you jerk with sensitivity–but when you reflexively try to close your legs this time, he doesn’t stop you. he welcomes the warm crushing force of your thighs against his ears as he laps at your core. if he thought your wetness was sweet, your cum is pure nectar. he’ll never tire of this, kneeling before the bed he will share with you and feasting on your gorgeous cunt—everything that led him here, to this moment, it was worth it and he would do it a million times over if it ended this way every time, arms looped around your legs to hug them even closer.

his tongue is just as fat as his fingers, forcing you to moan out as he breaches your hole for a second time. he just wants to savor every drop, taking his precious time milking your pleasure. your chanting and whining only makes his tongue slower, dragging against your insides before he finally moves it to flick your sensitive clit. you nearly scream out, having begged for his attention until he sucked your bundle into his mouth and scraped his teeth against it, brown eyes tracking every scrunch of your nose and eye roll of pleasure.

it feels like someone is pulling you apart from the inside and cumming in his mouth is the only way to fix it. you finally reach for a fistful of his black locks, yanking on his hair tie until it snaps and hair falls around him like a halo. you snap too, body shivering into him as he sensually eats at you. he relishes your little squeals and whines of overstimulation, chuckling into your pussy when you try to shove his head away. your chest is heaving, your eyes glossy in a blissful daze, lips glossy and swollen from how you’ve been gnawing at them. oh he has to absolutely ruin you. 

“so sweet, i got carried away…” he muses, pushing you to your side with a gentle pressure on your thigh. you catch his hint even in your brainless state, turning fully to your knees–balancing on wobbly arms as you throw your ass in the air for him, baring that sensitive cunt to the air and his animalistic stare. “you are mine, i hope you know that by now ebi.” 

he spreads your ass cheeks, watching himself guide his fat mushroom tip to your hole, twinkling with amusement at the way you clench down before he’s even impaled you with his wide shaft and leaky tan tip. he wonders if he should be careful, inching into you slowly to draw out your anticipation—and maybe there will be time for that later, for now, plunging his cock balls deep wins out. he wants to hear that nasty high pitched moan you cry out with, needs to feel your pretty pink pussy choke down on him at the sudden impact, needs to see his nuts slap against your ass with the pace he sets. he’s only satisfied when he sees you reaching out for the sheets in front of you, desperately trying to ground yourself to reality and escape his brutal pounding. 

the room gets hotter, heavy breaths and lewd moans are the language of love between the two of you—the rough smack of his pelvis and balls fit in the mix as a melody. he reaches forward, making handles of your hips to keep you from subconsciously crawling away. “tell me doctor, is that your cervix i feel stopping me?” 

you couldn’t answer, the connections between your brain and mouth butchered and his cock was the cleaver. he’s so big, so wide that you can feel him in your throat, every added touch to your body was just kindling for the fire. he has no mercy, thrusting into you like he was trying to get inside your womb. your skin is nothing but goosebumps, the way he caresses your insides have your arms fully giving up. you flop onto your face, his large palm sliding up your back and into your hair like before. it holds you steady, his other hand gripping your hip for leverage. your moans turn broken, his grunts of pleasure like music to your ears. 

“can’t answer?” he hums, eyes flickering over the mess that he’s made of you, the puddle you’re becoming in his sheets. he’s dreamed of this for months, since he’s met you perhaps if he’s entirely honest with himself. your sounds go from whines and moans to crying and screaming, legs starting to shake too. you’re already so sensitive, having experienced his mouth and fingers already. you don’t even have control of your body anymore, shaking your head as you hurdle to the finish line—especially as he slaps your ass just to see his handprint blister in your skin. “how precious. who’s my fucked out little girl?” 

“oh daddy—” you shiver, clamping down on him hard enough to tell him what was about to happen. he beams at your acceptance and use of the nickname, pulling your face out of the covers to hear you wail properly. in fact he balls up that grip and tugs your back to him—your body jelly enough to be compliant, only whines and sniffling in confusion. he never stops fucking your sex as your back meets his chest, his large hand snaking around to clutch your throat gently—more of a comfort than a threat. his other hand was the real danger, sliding around your hip to pinch and roll your abused pearl and send you sprawling over the finish line. you see stars at the position change, his punishing pace unfaltering. he wanted to see your gorgeous face, your makeup ruined as promised. lipstick smudged and mascara running down your cheeks—you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. he presses a kiss to your shoulder, and you finally release. you make him twitch inside you as your head falls back on his own shoulder.

it was a white hot sensation you can’t say that you’ve ever experienced before despite your previous sexual partners and your own pleasures. this was different, this was all-consuming bliss, much more than just a simple orgasm. he broke you down, read you like a book, and destroyed you just for him to rebuild. you feel like you shatter around his length, his pretty cock collecting your high as you cry and jerk and moan with heavy breaths. you didn’t think it could get better—but the sudden rush of warmth flooding your pussy makes you convulse a little again—earning a chuckle from the man that did this to you. 

he holds you up against him, the muscles of his body moving and flexing against your body. he fucks into a slower rut, still pushing his seed further so you had to keep it all. everyone would know who you belong to that way, that’s for sure. 

you can’t bring yourself to care, floating in the middle of a pleasure ocean. there’s no brain in your head to think with, only preoccupied with his warmth and strength keeping you supported while you catch your breath. you don’t even know if you have control over your own body, feeling akin to a slinky toy. he presses another kiss to your shoulder, his broad hand splayed over your stomach. “you take me so well, ebi,” he purrs, rubbing over your lower stomach, where all of his children sat. “rest now, isha girl. let me take care of everything else.” he assures, another kiss to your cheekbone, every touch so contrary to the roughness he handled you with before. it makes your eyes droop, the exhaustion claiming your muscles without you putting up any fight to stop it. 

suguru thinks you fell asleep before your head ever hit the pillow, but he wipes up any spillage and tucks you under the covers anyway. he gets a bottle of water just in case you wake up thirsty, the fleeting wonder of if he did too much crossing his mind. he just needed you to feel how desperately he feels for you. he has to make sure that this bed is the only one you’ll sleep in for the rest of your days. 

you’re still conscious, though only in the most basic way. you can feel his arms wrap around you, and a smile tugs on your lips as he peppers your face and neck with affectionate kisses even without knowing you could feel them. “i hear your voice in my head. or, heard, perhaps. but before i met you—there was a haunting female voice that pushed me to keep going. i’d never heard anything like it. you, it was you. you told me to keep fighting,” he says, his voice a deep baritoned whisper. you know he’s not much for romantic speeches, but here he is, pouring out his heart to you. “you sirened me into finding you. i’m not sure how you did that—but you saved me, ebi. in more ways than one. i’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know that. just stay here. don’t let anyone take you from me.” 

“after that i won’ be able to walk anywhere anyway.” you slur, a little giggle spilling out of your parted lips. his cheeks dust a light pink once he realizes that you heard all of that, but it only encourages him to nibble your ear and kiss your cheek with as much sweetness as he can muster. 

“go to sleep—or do you need more dick?” 

“hm, tempting–” you snicker and he grabs a handful of your ass from where you lay as the little spoon. you yelp and fall into a fit of giggles, putting an even broader smile on his face. his eyes only sparkle with amusement as you turn to him. “but i don think i can take it right now,” you coo, clearly drifting in subspace. you lean up to kiss his lips, short, but sweet. “you go to sleep too, mister mob man.” 

he does chuckle with that, shaking his head and running his fingers through your hair until light snores confirm that this time, you are asleep. 

morning light spills through the curtains, casting her spotlight on the two of you tangled up in one another in bed. your hair is a wreck—his isn’t faring much better—but you’ve never slept better. with his warm frame dwarfing yours, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peace that kept you unconscious until his phone started to ring. 

he groans out his annoyance, arms tightening around you for a moment as if he was just as devastated at the thought of moving as you are. but he is an important man, and knows more than likely that this is an important phone call. so he detangles himself from you and answers the phone with a raspy morning voice that has your heart beating in your pussy. 

‘woah—slow down, satoru. what happened?” his face turns into a hard slab of rage, eyes narrowing as he listens to what sounds like a frantic gojo. he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, heaving a deep breath. “i’ll be there in ten minutes.” his icy anger bites through enough that you don’t sit up to console him, but as he hangs up and turns to you, his eyes are soft and warm yet again. 

“duty calls?” you pout, cuddling into the covers to replace his missing warmth. he nods, leaning in to cup both of your cheeks in his hands. 

“yes, i’ve some business to take care of. i’ll be back in no time, trust me. the fact i have a beautiful woman naked in my bed will be a wonderful motivator.” he smiles softly, tilting your head back so he could place a loving kiss on your lips. “there’s water on the table if you get thirsty, darling.” he notes that look of concern in your eyes and pushes a stray lock of hair out of the way. the back of his knuckles brush over your cheekbone, and there’s a gentleness in his ochre gaze that puts you at ease. “don’t worry my isha. nothing can keep me from you now.” 

you nod, leaning in to give him another kiss just in case. your heart pounds with a new kind of anxiety as he slips from the sheets to get dressed, one that clutches at your heart in places it never did before. you can’t lose him. you don’t even know if you can handle seeing him hurt anymore. life has surely changed drastically from months ago—and now you get to trade in your nervous and self-deprecating anxiety for the kind of torturing worry that only having a yakuza lover can give. you’re no longer an anxious doctor—no, you’re the concerned girlfriend, waiting on suguru to return.

morning light spills through the curtains, casting her spotlight on the two of you tangled up in one another in bed. your hair is a wreck—his isn’t faring much better—but you’ve never slept better. with his warm frame dwarfing yours, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peace that kept you unconscious until his phone started to ring. 

he groans out his annoyance, arms tightening around you for a moment as if he was just as devastated at the thought of moving as you are. but he is an important man, and knows more than likely that this is an important phone call. so he detangles himself from you and answers the phone with a raspy morning voice that has your heart beating in your pussy. 

‘woah—slow down, satoru. what happened?” his face turns into a hard slab of rage, eyes narrowing as he listens to what sounds like a frantic gojo. he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, heaving a deep breath. “i’ll be there in ten minutes.” his icy anger bites through enough that you don’t sit up to console him, but as he hangs up and turns to you, his eyes are soft and warm yet again. 

“duty calls?” you pout, cuddling into the covers to replace his missing warmth. he nods, leaning in to cup both of your cheeks in his hands. 

“yes, i’ve some business to take care of. i’ll be back in no time, trust me. the fact i have a beautiful woman naked in my bed will be a wonderful motivator.” he smiles softly, tilting your head back so he could place a loving kiss on your lips. “there’s water on the table if you get thirsty, darling.” he notes that look of concern in your eyes and pushes a stray lock of hair out of the way. the back of his knuckles brush over your cheekbone, and there’s a gentleness in his ochre gaze that puts you at ease. “don’t worry my isha. nothing can keep me from you now.” 

you nod, leaning in to give him another kiss just in case. your heart pounds with a new kind of anxiety as he slips from the sheets to get dressed, one that clutches at your heart in places it never did before. you can’t lose him. you don’t even know if you can handle seeing him hurt anymore. life has surely changed drastically from months ago—and now you get to trade in your nervous and self-deprecating anxiety for the kind of torturing worry that only having a yakuza lover can give. you’re no longer an anxious doctor—no, you’re the concerned girlfriend, waiting on suguru to return.

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[xo-cod]

A sprinkle of angst for you. my dear.

You know that one meme of that one woman that’s sitting on the coach and there are five guys behind her?

One day, TF141, Hyperfem! Reader, and König (who surprisingly has not gotten his head ripped off by Ghost during his tag along. Yet) walk into base and see just a mass of that meme hanging everywhere with their faces on it, Hyperfem! Reader’s face being on the woman on the coach’s and The TF141 guy’s and König’s face being on the five men behind the couch’s.

Hyperfem! Reader starts to tear up because she knows what the meme means and now knows that someone, if not a group of certain people, think she’s a barrack bunny (not a good thing to be called in the military) and is beyond humiliated not only for herself but for her friends as well.

The boys are beyond pissed to say the least.

thank you, lovely :) they'd be so angry honestly <33 def rushed/ooc ❤‼️

"what... is this?"

it had been könig's voice that had disrupted the calmness of the atmosphere, causing the others to look his way with ghost rolling his eyes at the colonel

"be a little more specific, will you?" came the lieutenant's hard voice, raising his brow under his balaclava. the tone usually would've prompted the other to retaliate but instead he turns the paper in his hands, baby blues darkened at what he's found

"bloody hell" gaz was the next to speak, holding the paper from könig's hand to inspect it himself. it looked like some ill mannered prank, your sweet face in the middle with the men plastered around you. he hadn't noticed you coming up beside him, trying to shield you away from it but it was too late. you had seen the picture causing you to softly gasp at the atrocity you saw.

"oh my god" your voice was but a soft whisper, the embarrassment and humiliation flooding your face while you stared at the picture in pure utter horror and disbelief

"what the hell is this about?" price's voice was cold, sharp as he snatched the paper from the seargent. his eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher the meaning behind it. looking to you with concern and confusion, not understanding why you looked so distraught. you hadn't even wanted to say anything, the words dying on your lips but with everyone looking at you almost expectantly you knew they had to find out

"it's a reference, a sexual one. they think that we... that i get passed between you five" your voice was strained with the shame of not only your name being dragged through the dirt but the rest of your team members. the five men were quiet, looking back from you to the piece of paper again. shoulders tense with anger and rage, fingers clenched into fists. that you, someone they cared for deeply had been reduced to a sexual object by pure imbeciles

"give me that" ghost spoke with a harsh tone, grabbing the paper between his hands as his eyes glared down at it. then he looked at soap who nodded, awaiting the command

"johnny track down the sorry bastard who pulled this. looks like we've got a special visit to pay" cold brown eyes connected with soap's who nodded, already pulling out the laptop. this was usually your forte but you looked so incredibly distraught, the last thing any of them wanted was to place more pressure on you

"got 'em" soap spoke pulling out the list while his jaw clenched, trying not to lose his cool at the audacity these people had

"ghost, soap, könig you're with me. gaz stay back and clean this up" price ordered at the team who nodded and already separated into the rightful groups. gaz stayed back with you, ripping apart the papers as he tried to cheer you up with a soft hug and sweet words.

"i think they could have chosen a better picture of me" könig mumbled, his brow raised under his sniper hood while he looked down at the picture again as all four headed out. ghost scoffed, toying with the hilt of his knife between his fingers effortlessly as he glared at könig

"you're ugly, period. no amount of help could've fix your mug" ghost spoke coldly before there had been silence and then a hard punch echoing in the corridors, followed by a stern "easy lads!" barked out

#asks #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #141 x reader

[transformation4life]

Hey bro, 21 year old guy. Pretty fit, not much muscle, nowhere near as much as I want. Kinda bored so why dont you spice things up by changing me anyway you like?

Anyway I like huh... well that certainly provides a lot of opportunities. I do have one idea in mind at the moment so let's go for that shall we?

You plop down onto your couch with a sigh. Another day another attempt at trying to bulk your body. Progress was slow but steady and you were content with it for the most part.... Still a part of you wanted to get bigger and that side wanted it NOW. As if the TV across from you heard your call it turned on right as a interesting commercial was starting immediately catching your attention.

Want to get jacked?

Want to get jacked quick?

Want to look like the korean beast you see flexing before you?

The man in the commercial flexed.

Then I've got the thing for you!

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Look like a BEAST and BADASS to impress all your deniers!

Call now at 1-BEA-STSHADE to buy one today!

Disclaimer:Sideeffectsmightincludesleepinessdrowsinessturningintoakoreanmanandentirelifechangewearenotresponsibleforanythisinanycapacity

Beast Shades!

The commercial ended as your TV turned off once more.

"What was THAT?" You said out loud. That was probably the weirdest commercial you've ever witnessed in your life.

Even so, the words said by the commercial intrigued you. Jacked and Quick? That doesn't seem physically possible but how could the nice big korean man lie like that! That's what you reasoned anyway. With that in mind you decide to call the number. You click on the phone app on your phone and begin to type in the phone number. Despite the fact the number was 11 numbers you clicked the call button and it began to rang.

Ring.... Ring.... Ring...

"Hey Representative Soon speaking!" It was the same voice from the commercial.

"H-Hey... I watched your commercial. Think I can get those shades?" You politely tell this Representative Soon.

"Oh! Someone actually saw the commercial! Phew I was worried no one would! Sure I can! Just give me your address and I'll send 'em right away!" The man was beaming with charisma as he spoke

"Just my address? Don't I need to like buy it?"

"Nah man, consider it on the house!"

"Really? Thanks dude. Anyway my address is..."

You told the man your address and he thanked you for the information. After some pleasantries you told Representative Soon goodbye and sighed. You wondered how long they would take to arrive-

*DING DONG*

It was your doorbell. You wondered who it could be considering it was long after the usual dropoff time for deliveries. So you open the door to find no one there but a package with a logo. "Beast Shades" was plastered all over the box. Definitely the shades. How it got here was something you'd have to ask later but wow! You pick up the package and rush to open it on the nearest counter space you could find. You rip the box apart and there it was... The Beast Shades.

They seemed pretty inconspicuous when the commercial seemed to say they would make you jacked quick.

"Well only one way to find out..." You grab the shades and put them to your face. You just stood there expecting something to happen, but it felt like nothing would.

"That's really disappointing. And I had hopes too- AUGH MY HEAD!" A jolting pain hit your brain as you collapsed to the floor.

The shades continued to stick onto your body and even started to glow a radiant light. Your body was beginning to change.

First thing to change was your somewhat defined pecs as they got more plump and juicy and definitely bouncy. You'd bounce them if you weren't in pain or realized they even grew. Next up was stomach as your faint six-pack become MUCH more apparent like you did 100 ab workouts at once. Sweat was even starting to ooze out of them as evidenced by your wet shirt. The changes continued though as your arms and shoulders certainly got mass added to them. Biceps for days and veiny too! Shoulders large and towering. Your hands weren't too far behind in matching the size of your arms giving you sausage size fingers. Your back expanded, widening your entire figure for the better. The massive size that you were slowly becoming led your shirt to start get really tight. Very noticeable strains around the chest to emphasize their new size. It's a miracle your shirt wasn't dead.

Of course with a beefy upper half comes a beefy lower half. Your legs had some definition to them but there was definitely room for more and that room was taken up quick. Large beefy thighs and large feet that the manliest of shades could offer. You definitely looked like you worked out a TON and enjoyed it too with all that sweat all over your body from shoulder to feet. The changes were not done though nope not at all. Your neck got thicker as your adam's apple became much more pronounced to denote how much of a man you were. This would be a fitting place to end the changes but nah the shades had other plans. All at once your white skin started to get a lot more tan until it perfectly replicated typical Asian skin tones. The most important change was becoming evident as your face was beginning to morph and reshape itself into something befitting a korean man. Behind the shades your eyes become more narrow and lips slightly more pronounced. Any semblance of your original ethnicity erased as your hair was filled with gel and styled to a typical korean celebrity hairstyle. Your height increased by a couple inches as a finishing touch to the new you.

And with that... the transformation to your body was complete.

The shades stopped glowing and the aching pain in your head went away. You got up from the ground wondering what the hell just happened. Then you look down and see... pecs? You couldn't even see your feet anymore as your pecs were now hella plump. You stared in silence.

"안 돼요…" (No way...) You mutter in perfect korean. Unbeknownst to you you were never speaking English as your first language ever again.

The commercial wasn't lying. You were jacked! And fast no less. Sure you had to endure a pretty bad headache but this was so worth it! You started to flex and explore your new body in your house. As you continued you didn't even realize your house wasn't even your house anymore. It was a public restroom? You eventually stop flexing as much you didn't want to as you assessed the situation and find yourself staring at public mirror. You still had the shades on so you took them off to find a set of korean eyes staring right at you. Your eyes. This also allowed you to give a proper look at your new body and you look great! But... your clothes were a bit of a mess. Sweat all over and you swear your shorts were beginning to tear apart. Luckily for you, you witnessed in real-time your shirt beginning to get cleaned up of the sweat and it's color becoming a light brown peach color and a logo appearing right your right nipple would be. Your workout shorts quickly became khaki colored pants that weren't too tight to your body.

"와… 잠깐… 더 큰 디-" (Woah… Wait… Do i have bigger di-) You immediately open your pants and what do you know your package of yours is definitely bigger than you remember. You do a mental jump for joy.

Now that you're cleaned up you exit the bathroom you teleported to and it's revealed that was inside of a public restaurant. It was very noisy as conversations all in korean were being heard in your head. Despite not knowing any korean you understood it all. Some housewife drama, a love affair?, and romantic statements all in korean and yet you understood it all. You didn't seem too disturbed by this like you knew korean your whole life. Huh... whole life. Before you could hear any more a waitress comes up to you and starts talking to you.

"아, 순씨! 여기 있습니다! 당신의 테이블이 당신을 기다리고 있습니다!" (Ah, Mr. Soon! There you are! Your table is waiting for you!) You gave the waitress a weird look. Your last name wasn't Soon, but you might as well roll with it.

The waitress leads you to your table and you sit down. The waitress says she'll be right back and you're left to your devices. Speaking of devices... there's one on the table. It can't possibly be yours. You left your phone to charge last you remember. You open it to find a picture of the person you transformed into as the lock screen wallpaper.

It was a definitely showoffish picture for sure... and you loved it! You couldn't want to try all sorts of clothes in this new body of yours. That aside you wondered what this phone was doing here until the phone unlocked thanks to Face ID. You couldn't believe this was... your phone? You scrambled to open the camera app and yup you were still this massively large korean guy... with a baby face? Oh wait it's a filter. Still... something overcame you and before you even noticed it your massive meat mounts were bouncing. You were surprised you already knew how to bounce your pecs but you loved to watch them dance. You even played along with the babyface filter opening and closing your mouth making baby noises.

While you were demonstrating the ability to pec bounce you didn't even notice the assortment and bracelets and a watch wrap itself around your thick arms. You knew you had to stop bouncing but it was... so... addicting! The fun had to end though once the waitress returned. She was asking what you wanted to drink. You replied back with what felt right. It was something you've never tried before. You don't know why you chose it but it just felt perfect for you. The Waitress returned with the drink and you took one sip. It was heavenly! You politely drank the whole thing as fast as you could. With each sip you felt your body feel less and less foreign and more... yours. Especially thanks to glimpses of memories were filling your brain. Memories of you working out but instead of your old body it was this new body. Weird..

You eventually left the restaurant after a hearty meal. Thank god for cheat days you think to yourself. But now you were at a standstill on where to go. Your eyes showed you the massive landscape of a korean city. You were barely a korean man just a while ago how you were supposed to find anything-

The shades. You grab them from your pockets and put them on. Your confidence, charisma, cockiness rose exceptionally. You began to roam the streets saying hello to pretty much every person you came across. Some of the people's jaws dropped at your presence and lots of them were publicly swooning over you.

"이것이 삶이다!" (This is the life!) You say just quiet enough so no one will hear.

Even with this newfound attitude you were still pretty aimless on where to go until another memory hits you.

"내가 어떻게 잊었지?! 마이뉴텍이 만나서 인사드립니다!" (How did I forget?! My Newtech meet and greet!) You never heard of Newtech in your life and yet you had a meet and greet there? Weird...

You run as fast as you can letting your instincts tell you where the building is. Your pecs jiggling as you ran over to the building.

"순씨, 여기 있습니다. 우리는 당신이 성공할 수 없다고 거의 생각했습니다." (Mr. Soon, There you are. We almost thought you couldn't make it.) It was a Newtech Employee. They didn't look very pleased.

"죄송합니다 죄송합니다 팬분들과 이야기하다 들켜서 깜빡할 뻔 했습니다…" (Sorry Sorry, I got caught up talking to my fans I almost forgot…) You apologize profusely with multiple bows.

"괜찮아요. 제자리에 있으면 시작할 수 있습니다." (It's okay. Just get in place and we can start.) The employee didn't specify where "place" was but somehow you knew.

As you arrived you saw hundreds if not thousands of people screaming and shouting. They're all here to see... me? You thought. A different Newtech employee appeared with a microphone.

"자 여러분 어서오세요… 황철순!!!" (Alright everyone, welcome… Hwang Chul Soon!) The cheer roared.

That name... it sounded really familiar to you for some reason. Like it was yours... Anywho though the meet n greet started with a Q&A session and you started getting nervous. But with every question you were able to answer with confidence. In fact these answers felt natural like you didn't just make them up. As you answered more and more questions something in your brain changed. You felt like you WERE Hwang Chul Soon and not someone that became him. You tried to deny it at first but as the Q&A continued any semblance of your past life was gone with the wind and all that was left was the hulking beast of a man that you always were.

"그리고 이제 그 남자의 특별한 클로즈업을 위해!" (And now for a special close up of the man himself!) That was your cue!

You smiled and slowly walked up to the audience, bouncing your pecs with overflowing confidence and the shades front and center.

After the meet and greet it wasn't before long that you remembered where you lived and every day after that was natural. As natural as they can be when you're a bodybuilding celebrity with a bit of a wacky side! You couldn't help but use that baby filter again for a funny gif for your fans. You really got into the role of a innocent baby even putting your finger in your mouth as your pecs continued to bounce with your necklace.

As you said before...

(이것이 삶이다!) (This is the life!)

#male tf #reality change #muscle tf #muscle transformation #korean tf #asian tf #mind change

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Alright, current state of the colony, because children keep piling in and I haven't talked much about some of 'em.

Yoshiko "Happy" Russell: Needs no introduction. She's 22 now, which is fitting because she's currently living roughly the life of a grad student: she wakes up every day, has a beer or two with breakfast, and then spends the next sixteen hours in a cave doing research on important topics like 'how do we more efficiently generate power' and 'how do I mass produce space cocaine?'

Her mech army's grown a bit, but this is the point of the game where having a few mid-tier mechs is less 'game-breaking' and more 'allowing me to keep up with the difficulty curve despite having a mostly-pubescent population.'

Mami "Poopy" Tanner: Now 18 years old. After getting her leg ripped off by a bear, she went to jail, found Cyber-Jesus, and converted to the Creticonian Creed. She's persuasive as hell, so she's now the preacher counterpart to Yoshiko's leadership role in the ideoligion. A mech raid smashed down the wall to her prison cell and shot off her peg leg, so Hairy made her a new bionic leg. ... I mean, they could've just put another chunk of wood on there, but it seemed like the appropriate welcome to transhumanism.

Tied with Yoshiko for the title of best marksman, the best Social person by a wide margin, and a pretty damn good doctor, botanist, and cook. 'Who installed her bionic leg if she's the doctor?' you might ask? The answer is simple: Yoshiko installed it, immediately after drinking a beer, with a skill level of 'significant familiarity' in medicine. (One step below 'capable amateur,' for the record.)

Marta "Hairy" Bryant: Now 19 years old. She's the crafting specialist, which means that she's responsible for about 80% of the colony's income, and also the backup researcher. And a backup mechanitor, for that matter. She's like a mirror of Yoshiko, if Yoshiko had learned how to do anything useful before the age of about 15. She had a prosthetic arm when she arrived, so now she's got a bionic arm, because having a better-than-nothing kinda replacement arm on your main crafter sucks.

She also has the Coward trait, so I don't know why I gave her a shotgun, because she runs away screaming when enemies get into shotgun range. Thanks to being the backup mechanitor, she's the caravaneer, since she can use a herd of non-vital mechs to haul everything.

Anyuan Ji (no nickname): He's 15 now. You can tell that he's fifteen because even though he's not really a combatant, he's decided to walk around shirtless wearing nothing but a bandolier. He's still bad at everything... except Construction, where he's a capable amateur. So he spends all day making spike traps and doing unskilled labor like making bricks and processing fuel. This has turned out to be pretty useful, because literally everybody else's time is worth too much to spend much of it on things like that.

At least he's converted to the Creticonian Creed, so now he's only constantly seething about Yoshiko's cool bedroom.

Alyona Pruitt (no nickname): Also 15 now and, fucking thankfully, no longer a member of that fascist pig religion. Unfortunately, she basically went around calling everybody else racial slurs back when she still followed it. (Again: she is also a member of the race she considered inferior.) Everyone's list of relationship modifiers with her includes things like 'Insulted x4.' So most of the colony isn't very fond of her. It's a... work in progress. Look, this is what happens when you adopt feral teenagers.

No fixed role, but she's a good all-rounder. Like, really, she's at least decent at everything but art, medicine, plants, animals, and melee, and most of those are categories I really don't need help in anyway. Her traits are Misandrist and Slob, and you'd think this would cause more problems than it has so far.

Siennah "Renze" Sia: I haven't talked much about Renze yet, which is a shame, because she's kinda been the star of the show since she arrived. Here's what you need to know about Renze: She is a Hussar, essentially a genetically engineered supersoldier. In exchange for being really aggressive (this will be a problem sooner or later), perpetually addicted to combat meth from the age of 13, and bad at lots of things, she's naturally really durable and good at fighting,

Except Renze is 11 now and she spends 90% of her time cooking and making clothes. She loves them. She would happily cook all day every day if she could. She adores Poopy, which makes sense, since Poopy was also weirdo gun gremlin as a child. Her genes make her the third-best marksman in the colony already, so she's got a sniper rifle to keep her at a safe distance. She's getting her genes catalogued, and hopefully some day we'll be able to re-engineer her without the aggression and meth addiction. Until then: the drug lab is spinning up production.

Joseph "Jam" Zarkos: I still don't know what this kid was running from, and considering that the last time a child showed up chased by mystery danger it turned into a siege that made me consider evacuating the colony, I am concerned.

He's 11. He's naturally incredibly passionate about plants and animals, except he has the trait Animal Hater and he in fact follows an ideoligion that teaches that humans are so superior to animals that being nice to an animal is an act of self-debasement.

#the world vs. yoshiko

[askthestans]

Dear Stanford Pines.

As Stanley has Stanleymobile as his own personal transportation, do you have any plans for vehicles of you own? Or, prefer using public transport? Rather come up with a completely different solution like portable portal?

Stanford: Well, my real Earth driving license - before Stanley started getting ones made in my name - expired over thirty years ago, and my licenses to operate hoverboards, starships, mass relays, and teleporters are useless for obvious reasons.

Normally, I'd be fine just walking everywhere to keep in peak shape, but sometimes the occasional trip outside of town is necessary. I'd ask Stanley to drive me around, but ever since the Ireland incident...

Stanley: Ford, that was almost a year ago! 'Sides, I was gonna rob 'em eventually anyway. Hittin' that stumpy drunken jerk with our car was just makin' my job easier. It's not my fault he looked like a traffic cone with all that carrot hair.

Stanford: We went to Ireland to study leprechauns, Stan. Not steal from and turn them into roadkill.

Stanley: Maybe you went for nerd studies, but I followed along for the whiskey. And the pretty green hills to stare at during hangover recovery.

Stanford: Really? Because I seem to remember that somebody had the chutzpah to not only steal the dead leprechaun’s wallet, but drop it in front of his family while I was trying to apologize to them for your first thievery attempt at their pot of gold, and because somebody dropped my pistol into the ocean while drunk the night before, we had to desecrate a historical castle by stealing old bricks from it to fight said leprechauns off with. 

And then, when we ran out of those, you tripped me so that they could maul me instead because, as you so eloquently put it, “Sorry, Sixer, but you’ll be thankin’ me later!” as you hurried towards the ship with the gold and not me.

Even better, we then spent the night in jail when the authorities realized who’d disturbed a castle wall, the cell of which just so happened to have a resident banshee who screeched for hours.

Stanley: Oh, Mebh! Minus the creepy wailing, that gal sure knew how to spin an entertainin' story! Too bad she didn't get to marry that medieval Lord McCrane or whatever his name was. But I liked her gumption. Best prison buddy I've ever had, and that's includin' Rico. Was the first time I realized maybe not all your supernatural creep buddies are so bad.

Stanford: She murdered that lord’s wife in cold blood, Stan.

Stanley: Yeah, reminds me of when I drove that hippy's van - y'know, the one who swiped Carla from me - into a ravine. She agreed that I was perfectly in the right for that. Asked me if I wanted her to find him and finish the job, even. I had a hard time sayin' no, but I did the right thing and said-

Stanford: You merely shrugged. Merely.

Stanley: Hey, if that jerk gets his soul sucked out, serves 'im right.

Stanford: Also, would you like to tell our internet friends what you sacrificed me to the leprechauns for? Why I got covered in bite marks, and why my sweater was ripped away in tatters and I had to run back to the ship shirtless with a leprechaun hanging off my rear with his teeth that left a rainbow imprint there for a week afterwards?

Stanley: It was for the gold, we already covered that.

Stanford: What did you spend the gold on, Stanley?

Stanley: *shrugs* I promised Mabel I’d get her some fancy yarn made of real wool. What’s wrong with that?

Stanford: Yes, two coins of the gold went towards that. The other hundreds of pieces went towards you buying rounds for a whole tavern the next night. You got drunk again. You puked. On my... trench coat.

Stanley: Pfft, you had tons more anyway-

Stanford: Nobody defiles my trench coat!

Stanley: Yeesh, I did you a favor, Ford. You’re lucky nobody barfed on it before that just lookin’ at it.

Stanford: *sighs* Anyways, I’m never trusting Stan behind a wheel ever again. I’ve been working on a mini-portal device based on some blueprints I sto- I mean, borrowed from my good friend Rick Sanchez. Once that’s up and running, I’ll have to test it. 

What do you say, Stan? Want to help your old brother out by testing a teleportation device? I’ll make sure it goes right to Ireland, to a very specific spot where a very angry family of leprechauns are still waiting, and have already gotten a taste for Pines gluteal meat.

Stanley: Oh, come on, you wouldn’t actually do that to me, would you? I apologized, like, a million times!

Stanford: Of course not, Stan. I am a man of science, and I understand that petty, precisely planned and enacted at the most inconvenient of times revenge is a silly human folly that one should strive to surpass.

Stanley: Oh. Well, good. Oddly, specific, but good.

--- ONE WEEK LATER ---

*Stan is walking down the Shack hallway towards the kitchen. Dipper, Mabel, and Ford are already there, Ford having made them breakfast.*

Stanley: Tell me you made some for me, too? 

Stanford: *turns around from the stove* I’m afraid not, Stan. You’ve got a big day ahead of you. You won’t have time to eat, remember?

Dipper: Is it shoplift-for-Summerween day already?

Mabel: Wait, I know! It’s National Grunkles Day, isn’t it!?

Stanford: No to both. Stanley, care to take a guess? It involves a certain show of yours.

Stanley: *face scrunches in fear* Wait, I thought The Duchess Approves’ reboot wasn’t ‘til next week?

Stanford: No, it’s today. Which is why I made sure to finish this last night.

*Ford pulls out a small device and, with a pistol-quick draw, causes a swirling teal portal to open up in the floor. Through it, rolling green hills and a group of red-haired, gnome-like creatures can be seen a little ways off.

Ford trips Stan as Stan looks to peer inside. Stan’s yelling can be heard as he falls in and hits ground.*

Stanford: Wait, Stanley! Look back up! Take my hand and I’ll get you out.

*Stan reaches up back to the portal, but just as he almost reaches Ford’s hand, Ford pulls it away.*

Stanford: My trench coat is beautiful.

*Stan screeches as a horde of leprechauns catch sight of him and take chase. Ford stands back up with a cat-like smile as he looks down upon sweet, sweet revenge, then takes his current trench coat by the collar and pops it out smugly.*

Hey, kids?

Dipper and Mabel: *look on in stunned silence*

Stanford: Now that I know this portal gun works and we have a few hours until Stan’s favorite show is done airing, care to help me find the Mothman? I have a particular dimension full of acid-vomiting, murderous bear-scorpions I’d like to send him to.

#stanford pines #stanley pines #sea grunks #well sea grunks sort of because Ireland hijinks #gravity falls #the moral of the story today kids is don't cross ford #or sass his trench coat fashion #because you'll end up mauled by supernatural creatures #askthestans

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Have you considered uploading the spritesheets to Spriters Resource as well as fandom? It might make them easier to serch through, especially if fandom ends up being difficult to use as it's wont to do.

Oh yeah absolutely!!! I love spriter's resource and def want to get the images on there at some point for ease of use and downloading. I haven't done it yet just bc spriter's resource is a lot more picky about how you upload/submit/organize files (vs. wikia where you can just mass upload a ton at once), but once I figure all of that out, I'll definitely get those up on there.

In the meantime, here's a Google Drive link to all the images I've ripped if that's helpful. These are just the raw files (so none of them have any of the renaming I've done) and I haven't touched the organization so they're all stored in the original developer-named folders, but if you're looking for something specific + you're willing to do some digging it should probably be in there somewhere haha. There's lots of fun stuff like maps and UI elements, as well as the basic character portraits/spritesheets. (Quick note that I did remove a folder called "L10N" because it seemed to contain a lot of duplicates - I'm guessing it was the folder originally used for the demo assets. So if something's missing, might be because I got rid of that.)

And also as always, definitely feel free to take any of the files from here and do whatever uploading/submissions/etc. that you want as well! The images aren't mine to begin with hahaha, so definitely go wild and do whatever you want with em.

(P.S. I think it's becoming more well-known, but in case no one's ever used it before, brief propaganda for Spriter's Resource! It's a really cool (set of) sites that have a lot of archived assets for games. Spriter's Resource is for plain sprites, and other things go to the Models Resource, Textures Resource, and Sounds Resource. I'm especially fond of Sounds Resource because I've never found another site that has archives of video game sound effects, which are really fun for custom notification beeps and that sort of thing :) )

#triangle strategy #ts datamining #asks

[ashtrayfloors]

Though, also worth noting...is that skateboarding, at least between the mid-eighties and mid-nineties, was one of the (many) places the gift economy was in radical action, by which I mean in practice. It was just the case that whatever you had extra—and skateboarding, with its many components (decks, wheels, bearings, trucks, bushings, riser pads, rails, Rip Grip, bolts, etc.) made for extra—you passed along. Most of us had a bucket of some sort where, when someone needed something, we dug around to find it. I never once heard anyone express it as an ethics (sharing, redistribution, commonwealthing), though if you tried to keep your extra to yourself, if you spoke to no one of your bucket, and then it got out you had one, and gleaming like gold in that extra Independent truck was the kingpin one of us needed to skate that day, the reaction would be an ethical one: Yo, that’s fucked up, man.      Also worth noting is that skateboarding’s reemergence, at least in the US, is almost perfectly concurrent with a new gilded age, a grotesque accumulation and celebration of wealth, deregulation, the dismantling of the welfare state, mass incarceration, NAFTA, taking the solar panels off the roof of the White House, privatization of everything, further enclosure of the commons, and the unabashed, unapologetic, mongering sanctification of hoarding. Of the hoard.

...

...the only limitation to what might be skated, or made public, or commoned, or shared, is the imagination.      Which, yeah, leaves some marks sometimes. Though the residual polyurethane script of previous wall-riders, the frenetic black rainbows streaking a white wall, to me indicates possibility, skateability, to maintenance, and most definitely to the owner of the building, they are a headache, and might even hit ‘em in the wallet if they want that wall real clean. To the owners, everything is a headache, or a potentional headache, which is to say: a threat. And to the skaters everything is skateable. As you can see, this is an endless loop that results either in criminalization (and the once ubiquitous Skateboarding Is Not a Crime sticker), or the very pristine and perfect skateparks municipalities have taken to building as a kind of legal protest corral, helmets and recycling strongly encouraged.      It is so odd to be old enough to catch myself saying things like “I’m so glad they didn’t have that then.” You know, cellular telephones. Homework. Schedules. Parents. Bottled water. Strange to say, but skateparks, too, I’m so glad we didn’t really have. We had the thing behind 7-Eleven on Maple Ave., a little rough but still nice. We had the drainage ditch up behind the car dealerships. We had the car dealerships. We had the loading docks behind the supermarket. We had Herbert Hoover Elementary School, which included the roof. We had that jarring bit of transition behind Burger King, and the culvert behind Mindy’s Skateshop. We had those sexy, long, slippery, connected parking curbs at the school near where Georgie moved over in Fairless Hills. Another ditch, kinda steep but good, behind the Posh Nosh and the Clemons, where they carried Transworld SKATEboarding magazine. We had dumpsters we could flip over, and washing machines or dryers left by the dumpster we could boardslide and grind. We had those ramps we built of good wood we found at local construction sites in the middle of the night. We had the SEPTA station in Penndel, the park bench and that indecipherable hunk of wood Harley and I pulled from the trash and skated for hours. We had those high yellow curbs over the sewer grates. That ramp we took out of the driveway of that kid Steve who wouldn’t share his bucket. We skated and ollied off the wooden boardwalk and steps of Seafood Shanty. Ledges, the fountain, the speed bumps, the smooth yellow curbs at the mall. We had that little course we built from a stash of railroad ties and some scavenged plywood in the janky, netless, heavenly smooth tennis courts at the apartments, until they banished skating from the premises with threat of eviction. Of course they did.

—Ross Gay, from “Share Your Bucket! (Skateboarding: The Fifth Incitement)” (Inciting Joy, Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2022)

#quotations #ross gay #inciting joy #currently reading #skateboarding #sigh #being an xennial #means i got interested in skateboarding during the era he’s describing here #but by the time i started skating it was creeping into the more homogenized skatepark era #i mean there was overlap #the old school shit didn’t die out overnight #but yeah #you might be an xennial if… #lol

[howlingday]

Weiss: Poor, foolish Whitley. So young, and so naïve.

Whitley: Excuse me?

Weiss: The world harsh and cruel, my baby brother, and no one will listen to you unless you can entertain the masses as well.

Whitley: Don't call me a "baby". Not only is it inaccurate, it is also rude.

Weiss: And yet my words are no less true. One day, you will understand what it means to be ignored because you're boring. If you want the people to learn, you must entertain them. Until we meet again, baby brother. (Leaves)

Whitley: Hm... Perhaps she's right. Perhaps my education could be a bit more... jovial.

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Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...

Whitley: (Rapper get-up) Welcome back to business economics. ...Yo.

Whitley: It has come to my understanding that some of you are having trouble understanding my class. ...Yo.

Jaune: We're the only ones here.

Ruby: Ssh!

Whitley: As such, I have prepared a simple rap to follow along and understand the needed facts to survive in a capitalist-driven economy in which you provide goods and services for your peers and lessers.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...

Whitley: ...Yo.

Whitley: (Turns on track, Raps)

She sells sea shells on a sea shore,

But the value of these shells will fall

Due to the laws of supply and demand

No one wants to buy shells,

'Cause there's loads on the sand

Whitley: (Draws seashell on the board, Scratches red X over it)

Step One:

You create a sense of scarcity

Shells will sell much better

If they're rare, you see,

Bear with me,

Take as many shells as you can find

And hide them on an island

Stockpile them high until they're rarer than a diamond

Whitley: (Draws hand, Draws more hands)

Step Two:

Gotta make the people think that they want 'em

Really want 'em

Really fuckin' want 'em

Fuckin' Ironwood wants 'em!

Influencers! Product placement!

Prime time entertainment!

If you haven't got a shell,

Then you're just a fuckin' waste, man

Whitley: (Draws building with seashell, Lancaster draw up logos)

Step Three:

It's a monopoly

Invest inside some property

Start a corporation,

Build a logo,

Do it properly,

"Shells Must Sell"

This will be your new philosophy

Swallow all your morals,

They're a poor man's quality

Whitley: (Lancaster nervously swallow lumps, Whitley draws bigger and bigger circles)

Step Four:

Expand! Expand! Expand!

Clear forest! Make Land!

Fresh blood! On hands!

Whitley: (Draws circles with different things, Lancaster call Weiss)

Five!

Why just shells?

Why limit yourself?!

She sells seashells!

SELL DUST AS WELL!

Whitley: (Wildly draws different randomness, Lancaster joins War of the Roses)

Six!

Sell guns! Sell stocks!

Sell diamonds! Sell rocks!

Sell water to a fish!

Sell the time to a clock!

Whitley: (Excitedly puts up campaign poster, WotR wheel in a projector)

SEVEN!

Step hard on the gas,

Like a bat out of hell,

And run to be the councilman of Mantle!

Whitley: (Puts up more and more posters, WotR gather slides for the projector)

EIGHT!

BIG SMILE! BIG WAVE!

YEAH, THAT'S GREAT!

Know the truth is overrated,

Tell lies out the gate!

Whitley: (Angrily rips down half the posters, WotR turn off the lights)

NINE!

POLARIZE THE PEOPLE!

CONTROVERSY IS THE GAME!

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY HATE YOU IF THEY ALL SAY YOUR NAME!

Whitley: (Projector turns on to blind Whitley, Sees his father staring from the board)

Ten...

The world was yours...

Stepped off the stage as the world applause...

You're a liar. A cheat. A scoundrel. A whore...

Whitley: (Falls to his knees, Sobs)

And you sold seashells on the seashore...

Whitley: (Sniffs, Stands up) Erm, ahem! I, uh, hope you all learned something from this.

Ruby: Er, y-yeah, like, uh, how supply and demand needs to maintain an equilibrium, or else an inflation or deflation will disrupt the economic flow to both consumers and providers detriment.

Jaune: And how product placement can influence people to buy more, and that consumerism helps the provider gain more reach in their influence on others.

Weiss: (Smiles) You did good, Whitley.

Whitley: (Smiles) Thank you.

#rwby #the money game pt. 2 #ren #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #jaune arc #ruby rose

[nug-chuohku]

Division Rap Battle (ECO BooN & 山茶花 Zombeez Ver.)

TW for wtf am I doing

Bring the Beat!

---(All)---

We pledge to fight fair and square!

We go forward in the face of death!

Unwavering and invincible ruffians

Our words are machine guns

Or compasses that guide us to the future

We’re the trinity

It’s showtime

We carve our style into history

A DNA vessel wandering between life and death

We follow our instincts, say what?

---(ECO BooN)---

One, two, three, Toyama division

---(Asato Rikiya)---

Represent Toyama

Homies we are ECO BooN

A voice for the everyman

---(ECO BooN)---

Welcome to the division

One, two, three, Toyama division

---(Asato Rikiya)---

Represent Toyama

---(Yano Ietsuna)---

Homies we are ECO BooN

---(Kensaku Morimoto)---

Put on your thinking raps

---(ECO BooN)---

Welcome to the division

---(Asato Rikiya)---

Step right on up

Nice to meet’cha, Asato

Ripped up from my groove, I’m here to make my debut

Though, can’t help and wonder what got me into this crew

But no turning back now

Might as well say “fuck it”, make do

So break into those boots

Hop in, go commute

Quench the thirst of my fruits

Keep it growing and produce

Got a lot on my plate without all this attention polluting my life

This work will never end with these idiots mucking around

---(Yano Ietsuna)---

Living disasterpiece

Standing in the master class

Got a new project cooking up mass appeal (Hold on!)

Gaze on my work and shower me in flatteries

Just be careful not to shatter the masking piece

---(Kensaku Morimoto)---

Cruising in the back

The procrastinating quack

Just want to chill out

Go sneak out

At least before I have to go meet out

Giving it my all to support this team

Like atoms to the universe, every lyric counts

---(山茶花 Zombeez)---

One, two, three, Suginami division

---(Ryuko Umemoto)---

Represent Suginami

Homies we are Sazanka Zombeez

We’ll tear your limbs apart!

---(山茶花 Zombeez)---

Welcome to the division

One, two, three, Suginami division

---(Ryuko Umemoto)---

Represent Suginami

---(Maki Umemoto)---

Homies we are Sazanka Zombeez

---(Shuu Edogawa)---

Stalking our prey out our streets!

---(山茶花 Zombeez)---

Welcome to the division

---(Ryuko Umemoto)---

Hey step back and outta my way

This Mista Z.B.’s got some fucking shit to say

Oppressed and obsessed with the hope, no idea of freedom

Objecting a balance so that we can have em

Power to change, make that money

No way!

Animators, professors, and sleazy investigators

Making the first move

Hypnosis Microphone

Making use of the real deal

To turn our enemies into mush

---(Maki Umemoto)---

Hey now, now, now

There’s no need for all that violence

Sun Tzu, “Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance.”

We don’t need to prove our supreme excellence

Hm, well

Not when these lyrics can break our enemy’s resistance

---(Shuu Edogawa)---

Another pinned photo

Moving in slow (Shh!)

Exposing the scum who can’t cover their tracks

One click and flash from the corner of your eye

A expose sure to leave the sinners just wanting to die!

---(All)---

Let’s settle this once and for all

A major beef

Roar, my Hypnosis Mic

Customized to affect your mind

These words will burn your synapses

We’re the trinity

It’s showtime

We carve our style into history

A DNA vessel wandering between life and death

We follow our instincts, say what?

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #toyama division #eco boon #asato rikiya #yano ietsuna #kensaku morimoto #suginami division #sazanka zombeez #ryuko umemoto #maki umemoto #shuu edogawa #division rap battle #song lyrics

[lake-archive]

A Bet Gone Wrong

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Rinne Amagi, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC) 

Pairing: Rinnann (Rinne/Ann) (Romantic, Established)

AO3 Link

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“Uh–oh, looks like the zombies are prowling ahead of us… Who do you think will win in this fight, me or the zombies? Place your bet, and I’ll start the fight!”

These words were unbelievable, to say the least… Did Ann just hear this? Did they hear this correctly? This guy wants to fight zombies? With his bare fists? Actually wait, why are they surprised? This was Rinne Amagi they were talking to… The Rinne Amagi. And that guy was known for a lot of things, including reckless fights and bets. This was one of those, except this time he would be betting life, wouldn’t he? It was concerning and yet… Ann was not really surprised nor sure if they should bail him out of this one. 

Then again, not like he would let them as the next thing they saw was him charging right at them. “Oh who am I kiddn’? Ya bet on your man, don’t ya!? Charge!” He yelled before tackling one of the zombies, right into the mass. 

They did not see much shortly after a few punches and kicks flew around, some rotten skin and bones being thrown through the air thanks to the impact. Oh they swore that some blood and other unsightly things spilled, one even hitting their face.

And yet it was too much of a mess to make out, also due to the dark hallway. So when they wiped their face clean with one of their fingers they could not see what it was, only that it was rather stinky. So they had to rely on sound alone, all of the punches and screams echoing in their ears.

“Hah! Take this ya bas— Ey! Don’t tug on that! Little shi— Did ya just puke on that!? I’m gonna— Ow ow ow! Don’t tug my hair! It’ll rip out! Aaa! Little shits! Ya asked for i– EEEP!”

Needless to say, it had not surprised Ann that Rinne was screaming for his life. Could they stand on the sidelines to witness this? Well, maybe, but if they did not assist in some way he would be— 

“Outta the wa— URGH!” Yet as these thoughts hit them they were interrupted fairly quickly and they were forced to jump aside. Next they saw the outline of the tall male next to them, right thrown into a wall. For a second they believed that they had to get ready to have this smell right in their nose and fend off those monsters but… Much to their surprise… The zombies took a sharp turn after having eyed Rinne who had been just plastered onto the wall for a few more moments. All while Ann held their own breath, in hope they would be mistaken for an already dead body… Somehow. Then again, hopefully those zombies do not think at all so they were hoping this would work.

And maybe it did, because they spotted the crowd of zombies heading for the upper floor, ignoring the pair at that very moment, even Rinne who they should clearly detect as alive thanks to his twitching and groaning. But they just ignored him… Much for their luck, which left them with a sigh in relief.

“Maybe they mistook him for one of them…” They mumbled before their gaze wandered back to Rinne, seeing him finally get off the wall and scoff. 

“Tch, sure know how to put up a fight. Where did those fuckers run o—”

However, they would not let him finish and instead grab him by his wrist, interrupting with: “No fight! Run!”

“Wha— C’mon Ann! I got unfinished business with—”

“Can you not be dying!?”

“Babe babe, I’ll be fine. Now—”

“No buts! Run!” They insisted, suddenly dragging him off while walking as quickly as their feet would allow, dragging the redhead along. 

“Wha– Ey! What’s that for!? I can take ‘em!”

Well… They would leave him alive probably but were they taking any risk? No way! “No complaining, running! ‘sides, you not wanting the money I owe ya?”

“Money you o— Ya bet on the zombies!? Seriously!?”

“Well—”

“I’m both happy and hurt. How could you betray me like that?”

And the rest of the way they would just argue about this stupid bet Rinne came up with before trying to fight a hoard of brainless undead.

#Nimue's Lake #happy halloween #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars fanfic #ensemble stars fic #ensemble stars fanfiction #enstars fanfiction #enstars fanfic #enstars fic #selfship fanfiction #selfship fanfic #selfship fic #self ship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #ensemble stars oc #enstars oc #rinne amagi #amagi rinne #enstars rinne #rinnann

[franksintrayaoi]

-uh uh uhhhhhhhuhghhhhbbbnz. Z...

Daryl was in the kitchen,the teal counters were a mess with flour and chocolate chips. He never was exactly a clean chef but it didn't mean what he made tasted bad,quite the opposite really.

"Whadya making there?" The smaller man leaned over the counter and grinned.

"Hm?Oh just some cookies for you Orly" He pulled out the hot tray and sat it down on the counter.

"Its gonna take a bit,so don't try to touch em or you'll get burnt,again"

"Hey they smelled too good last time and something came over me!" He giggled and smiled at Daryl.

Daryl pulled him in and kissed him on the lips,between kisses Orlando couldn't help but giggle.

"Yknowwwww..since these cookies are gonna take some time to cool,we could get a bit rowdy,whadya say?"

Daryl put his hands on Orlando's hips,it was a definite yes. Orlando gripped Daryls buldge that was hard in his military jeans,rubbing his hand up and down it. He grunted and his grip tightened on Orlando.

"Why dontcha help me get undressed big guy?I got a lil' surprise under these clothes."

Daryl practically ripped open Orlando's shirt,exposing a lace piece of lingerie,it was a beautiful maroon color and it drove him wild. He bit his lip and took off Orlando's panties and nylons off,he realized how wet the poor guy was.

"Holy hell man you are soaked" he cupped his hand over Orlando's cunt and slipped a finger into him,he was warm inside and incredibly wet.

He gripped daryls shoulders before reaching his hands down into Daryls pants,stroking his length up and down,precum lubricating Orlando's hand and making him able to go harder.

Daryl stopped fingering Orlando and lifted him right above his groin,spreading his legs apart.

"Ah shit I forgot,I need to out a condom on." He looked embarrassed, but really Orlando found it hot. He pulled a large packet from his pocket,almost all military men kept condoms on themselves.

"Oh one more thing before you go shovin' that into me." Orlando got on his knees and took Daryls cock into his mouth,taking it all the way in. He grabbed onto both sides of Orlando's face,thrusting into him,but he stopped once he was on the brink of cumming.

Daryl ripped open the packet and put the condom on his manhood.

"Ready?" He looked at Orlando for consent again,he nodded.

Daryl lifted him up once again and spread him open,Orlando gripped his shoulders. He grabbed his length and lined it up with Orlando's entrance,teasing him with putting it in.

"Please I need you,don't tease me like that"

"Are you sure you don't want me to be slow?" He said in a teasing manner.

Orlando slowly lowered himself onto him,squirming to fit the whole thing into him. Both of their hips met eachother,he had taken the whole thing in.

"Are you alright?"

"I..need a second to loosen up" He reached his hand down and played with his clit,it just turned Daryl on more to see him play with himself.

"Ok,phew. I think I'm ready for you to move."

He grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him gently,humming a song inside his head to keep a good rhythm that'd feel good for the two of them.

"Jesus christ you feel absolutely amazing." He knew that it wouldn't be much longer till he came, at this rate ot looked the same for Orlando.

"Please touch me..please "

He shifted his position to be able to rub off Orlando,he slumped forward on Daryl,muttering gibberish and moans into his ear. He gripped his shoulders,tensed and bucked his hips on Daryl one last time before cumming.

Daryl pulled him close to him and kissed his head,pulling out of him and massing his hips.

He whispered into his ear, "so..about the cookies. Think they're too hot still?" He chuckled

"Its been a hour I don't even think they're warm..."

[elissaworm]

💖👻 You Look So Pretty And I Love This View 🎃💕

(A Short Story Starring My OC’s Emma Wilson ☕️ and Ashley Evans 🌸)

CW: Alcohol consumption

"Your phone keeps pinging.” Sandy said, carding through her hair with the straightening iron she’d brought to Emma’s dorm.

Emma sighed, “it’s probably Ashley. I told her I’d be there at eight.”

Sandy tucked her hair back behind her ear. “It’s nearly nine.”

“I know.”

Putting the iron down on a plate to cool off, Sandy crossed her knees.

“What’s going on, Em'?”

“Nothing. I just- does this look okay?” Emma gestured to her outfit, which consisted of a red button-up shirt with black ripped jeans and a studded belt.

“Hm? It looks fine. Bit confusing for a Halloween-costume party, though.” Sandy told her.

Emma frowned. “That’s what I mean. I have nothing that goes. I didn’t even plan on going to the party. I was just gonna stay in and watch The Conjuring or something but then suddenly Ashley asked me if I was going and it was like 7 AM and her eyes were so pretty and her smile was so nice and I was dysfunctional ‘cause I’d only gotten three hours of sleep and hadn’t had my morning coffee yet so then I actually agreed to go and now-.”

“Em’, chill. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel.”

Emma combed a hand through their hair.

“What do I do?” She bit her lip.

“We’ll go to my dorm on the way out, I’ve got some spare stuff from last Halloween and that.”

Emma sighed, this time in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, Sandy.”

Sandy smirked. “So I’ve been told.”

“Emma!!! You’re here!!” Emma heard her loud cheerful voice from the distance quicker than they saw Ashley’s mass of blonde curls and her beaming smile rushing towards her, failing miserably to dodge the crowds of people standing outside the house and spilling the three cups she held in her arms a little.

“Uh, yeah. Hi.” Emma waved at her, her hand stiff.

They’d texted Ashley only a few minutes ago telling her they were almost there, and apparently, Ashley had been eager to meet them as soon as they pulled up out of the taxi.

“I got you guys drinks!” Ashley told the pair.

“What’s in it?” Emma asked sceptically, at the same time as Sandy reached out to take one of the liquor-filled cups with a quick “thanks”.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure it’s WKD?” Ashley informed them, and only then did Emma take the drink being held out to them.

Sandy’s phone buzzed inside her black leather bag and she pulled it out.

“Preston wants me to go play beer pong with him, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” She said, which was universally-known code for “you won’t hear from me again till tomorrow when I message the group chat about my splitting headache,” and then she walked away. Leaving Emma and Ashley alone together.

Ashley let out a loud exaggerated gasp and Emma turned to face her quickly, blushing when they noticed Ashley was staring directly at her.

“What is it?” Emma asked, becoming self-conscious. Was there something on her face? Was their eyeliner unsymmetrical? They hadn’t bothered to check because Sandy had done it quickly right before the taxi came and she trusted Sandy’s make-up skills above anyone else’s but maybe-.

“Our costumes match!”

“What?” Emma blinked.

“Yeah! I’m an angel and you’re a demon!” Ashley explained, pointing at herself and then at the red horns headband Emma had borrowed from Sandy.

Emma finally took into observation what Ashley was wearing. She was draped in a white flowy dress that had obnoxiously large fabric angel wings stuck to the back, she also was wearing a headband with the shape of a halo that was created from golden, sparkly pipe cleaners glued to the top. She’d put glitter blush on her cheeks and glittery gold eyeshadow on to match, and she noticed the hand wrapped around the cup she held had fingernails painted with little white wings on them.

It looked very DIY. And very pretty. Ashley looked very pretty.

Emma took another prolonged sip of her drink to cover the pink blush deepening on their face.

“Oh, so they do.” Their voice finally came out, a lot smaller than what they would’ve hoped.

“You coming inside? I requested the DJ play Spooky Scary Skeletons and it should start playing any minute now~.” Ashley asked with a big grin on her face.

Emma didn’t bother to question why someone would bother to hire a DJ for a college house party, instead just giving Ashley a simple affirmative “sure” and following her towards the herd of drinking young adults. How pleasant.

Once they’d managed to get into the house (Emma was thankful that she only walked into someone twice on the way) Ashley took her hand, presumably to not lose her within the mass of people, and Emma tried to keep their heart from leaping out their chest as they were led to the dance floor (a space in the living room emptied from furniture).

“Dance with me, Em'?” Ashley asked gently.

“I don’t know how, Ashley.”

“Neither do I!” Ashley giggled, Emma couldn’t help but smile. Ashley’s happiness was infectious.

Emma agreed, “okay, then.”

Emma chugged the rest of her drink and handed it to Ashley who quickly ran off to put both their plastic cups in the bin, before coming back and grabbing Emma’s hands, throwing them up in the air as the song playing began to kick in.

There was certainly an attempt made at dancing, to say the most. But neither of them was in time with the music, Emma too slow and Ashley too fast. And eventually, Ashley just gave up trying to make her moves look well choreographed at all, she rolled Emma up close to her chest within her arms and Emma let out a quiet closed-mouth squeak of surprise before she was spun back out again, though Ashley accidentally used more force than necessary and Emma rebounded when they collided with something firm and sturdy.

Ashley yelped, “Oh my gosh, Emma are you okay!?” At the same time as whatever firm and study ‘something’ Emma had been pushed into yelped “hey, watch it!” And turned around to face the two girls with a frown, well for about 2 seconds and then it quickly morphed into a wide-eyed smile when the man whom Emma had bumped into saw Ashley.

“Ashley Evans! Hey!” The man's grin rubbed Emma the wrong way as she observed the two with confusion.

“Oh, Trent! Hi!” Ashley exclaimed.

“Em', this is Trent. We major in business studies together.” Ashley explained to Emma.

“Hey.” Emma said, unsure of how to introduce herself and reluctant to meet any new people (particularly this Trent) in the first place.

“Uh, hi.” Trent nodded to acknowledge Emma’s existence. How kind.

“So, Ash', what have you been up to lately?” Trent asked, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks began to flush pink and oh, oh that’s what was going on. Emma suddenly felt like she was imposing on something, and quickly sidled away towards the kitchen as Ashley began to eagerly tell Trent about her week.

Emma grabbed the fridge handle and pulled it open, reaching for a bottle of WKD, uncapping it, and then downing half of it in one go. She sat down at the lone table in the corner of the kitchen, slightly annoyed to find that she could still see Trent’s irritating smirk through the doorless archway as Ashley spoke to him, she was just grateful she could no longer hear what they were saying over the booming music playing.

Emma drained the rest of their drink when they saw Ashley throw her head back in laughter at something Trent must’ve said.

Emma sat there for about another twenty minutes, making her way through another bottle of alcohol — this time it was something stronger that she’d found at the back of the freezer — before she decided the kitchen was getting too clammy and crowded. And so the back garden was the place to be.

On the way out Emma ran into Sandy; who was in the middle of a crowd of people all chanting “Down it! Down it!” As her, Preston and some other guy Emma didn't recognise all threw their heads back and gulped down a cup of what Emma could only imagine was straight vodka.

As everyone cheered them on Sandy pulled away from the group to speak to Emma.

“Hey, Em! Want the rest of this? I’m bored of it.” She asked through a chuckle (alcohol always did raise her mood), holding out a beer can to them.

“Sure.” Emma shrugged, taking the can and finding it to already be half empty.

“Sandy! We’re all putting money on whether Preston can juggle four bananas at once or not!” Mikayla called over.

“Coming!” Sandy yelled back.

“Talk to you later?” Sandy said to Emma, though she didn’t bother to stay to hear her response as she sauntered back to the group.

Emma turned and entered the back garden that was considerably less crowded, they inhaled the crisp October air in relief to finally have escaped the stuffy drunken haze inside the house and took a seat on the porch steps, sipping from the can Sandy had given them slowly.

Emma had only been sitting there a couple of minutes as she gazed up at the very few stars in the light-polluted sky before a familiar voice came from behind her and she very nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Emma, there you are!!!” Ashley exclaimed, plopping down beside them almost immediately.

“There I am.” Emma cringed at the choice of words, deciding she’d fault the alcohol for it and not her own awkwardness.

“I’m really sorry I took so long talking to Trent, man does that guy natter! But where’d you go?” Ashley asked, propping her head up on her knees and facing Emma, the position did not look comfortable in the slightest.

“Outside?” Emma felt that was obvious, but they supposed not to Ashley.

“I can see that, silly.” Ashley laughed, warmth flooded Emma’s cheeks.

God, Ashley was so beautiful.

“Did you- did you just say that I’m beautiful…?” Ashley questioned, her back straightening out instantly, Emma failed to notice the pink that bloomed on Ashley’s face over their own terror.

Oh, shit.

“I- uh- I meant- um-.” Emma struggled to grasp the words to reply with. What was she even meant to say? Yes, I did but I actually thought I only said that in my head but I mean it and really like you and probably even love you and think you’re more than just beautiful and your hair is so pretty and you always smell so nice and your face is so gorgeous and if I could I’d stare into your diamond blue eyes all day long and-.

“I think you’re pretty attractive too, y’know.” Ashley said in the softest and most sweetest voice Emma had ever heard her use.

That did it. Those words accompanied by the gentle smile on Ashley’s face made Emma want to scream. So instead she reached over and cupped Ashley’s cheeks in her hands before smashing their lips together in a rough kiss.

Ashley let out a muffled “mph!” As her eyes shot wide open. Though she surprisingly quickly caught on to what was happening and closed her eyelids, leaning eagerly into Emma’s lips.

Emma slid their arms behind Ashley’s neck and carded their fingers through Ashley’s hair to press them both as close together as she could. She quickly became hooked on the bubblegum taste (she wondered what Ashley had been drinking) of Ashley’s mouth and Emma found herself stealing kiss after kiss after kiss.

Their lips must’ve joined together a dozen times, each kiss getting gradually slower and softer before Ashley finally pulled them both apart, wiping the spit — who knows whether it was more hers or more Emma's — off of her lips with her hand.

“Emma, I-.” Ashley began, her voice was breathy and dazed and her lips were red and kiss-swollen.

But Emma had stopped listening. They couldn’t listen even if they wanted to. Her ears were ringing and her thoughts were raging. They’d just kissed Ashley without her consent whilst drunk without even confessing to her first on some random dude's porch. She suddenly became dreadfully horrified of the rejection that she was certain would now ensue.

“Look, Emma. You’re a nice girl. But I’m into that guy from my business studies class. And also you taste and smell like alcohol, gross.” Is what Ashley was going to say. And Emma was currently nowhere near in a fit enough mental state to be rejected and react maturely about it instead of just breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, Ashley. I-ill go. Now.” Emma’s voice cracked, her eyes brimming with tears that began to fall as they turned and fled through the open back door and into the house.

Ashley called out to them and tried to follow her through the house, but with so many people swarmed together like a bee hive the effort was fruitless no matter how long Ashley searched or called to her.

Emma was gone.

#Ashley Evans #Emma Wilson #original story #original charcter #OC #my oc writing #oc writing #they’re all British btw #just for clarification #Ashma #that’s their ship name lol #I love them sm #they give me life

[curechocolattymilk]

Hewwo have a doodle of the bastard. I’m in the middle of reworking their look. Not by much tbh, just softening their throat/belly color & changing up how his horn & body types are. Also ditched the stray arm feathers & have it where they go all the way down their back like a mane lol

also slowly finding a voice claim for them! So far i’m leaning towards Sam Elliot’s acting of Butch [the papa trex] from the Good Dinosaur...but in a younger, late to mid 20s kinda sense?? idk how to describe it. Rough country voice w/ the natural Argonian scratch??

#shirtless bcus i was getting frustrated drawing clothes lmao #skyrim #skyrim argonian #argonian #tes v #tes v skyrim #tes v: skyrim #es #tes #digital art #digital work #goat dad's work #describing voices is so hard for me aaaah #i also wnna make Tei a bit...beefier if that makes sense? #not like RIPPED but they got some mass to em #i need to work on my body types in general so this will be good practice

[tonyglowheart]

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#not to be dramatic but I'm literally bracing myself lmao RIP me #because I'm well aware that I'm treading dangerously close - possibly over - into the territory of ''well this post wasn't about you then'' #and staying in ur lane #but also like #I am. genuinely baffled. I go in the tags!!! I mean I've got a bunch of ppl blocked but most of 'em were because of anti tony posts #I already have no leg to stand on when it comes to complaining about fandom wank because I go in the tags and I'm aware of that!! #I'm aware that I could. save myself from a lot of wank. if I didn't go in the tags. #but I do. which is why I'm suuuuper baffled by these new IM3 hot takes #who!! is even!!! saying this!!!! #how many of them are there that it's enough of a thing that ppl are like ''a large swathe of you who don't like IM3 are like this'' #plus: also lmao tbh I'm petty and I hated the generalization of ''if you don't like IM3 blindly/uncritically then you're being racist'' #I mean I only saw rumblings of that kind of thing from a veeery specific context #and even then it was a mass minority of opinion #so??? what is going on #is there some secret hidden underground/not-underground opinion base I'm missing #*

[g0lden-diety]

Omg I loved your Hawks reaction with the sexy costume! Could you do other characters? Like Dabi, Fatgum, ect.. ?

Me reading this request:

The way I YELLED😩

Ok, lets do this‼️

✎ᝰ┆ Dabi

Ok, lets start with our favorite Menace to Society

So, in a costume, here are the things that he would probably think are hot and/or sexy:

Black

Leather/latex

Tight-fitting

Either exposing some stuff, or barely covering shit

So it's Halloween, and the League want to cause chaos

What better time to do it than Halloween?

Dabi ain't even wanna go chile🙄

He just wanted to stay at the base, smoke a couple blunts, fantasize about railing you into oblivion, eat some snacks, go to sleep

Toga eventually convinced him to let her put eyeliner on him and smudge it to stay true to his edgy persona

Dabi’s just sitting at the barstool, waiting for everyone to get finished getting ready

Homeboy does a double take when he sees you coming down the steps and a black, latex leotard-like thing with ripped fishnet tights, black , goth platform boots with a latex/leather black trench coat with the collar popped (giving very much dominatrix)

Lets not talk about how the leotard is unzipped at the top a little, your cha-cha bingos up and at ‘em (that was so corny I’m sorry😭)

You got on silver necklaces, rings, earrings, dramatic eyeliner, blood red lips, and a silver chain belt

Dabi stares a little harder than normal, and will not refrain from landing a smack on dat ass

He’s wayyyy more touchy, arm around your waist, hand on your ass back, standing way too close to you (like uh, you’re in my bubble tf)

JEALOUS DABI JEALOUS DABI JEALOUS DABI

Man oh man, any guy that looks at you funny you could swear Dabi’s eye twitches before he turns them to ash

Constantly pinning you up against walls and whispering dirty shit about how good he’s gonna fuck you

After he says that you ready to GET TF…ASAP

“Shiggy hurry this shit up, I got shit to do!”

“Be patient!”

“Bitch fuck you!”

So y’all are wreaking havoc, and you’re into it, using your quirk n being flashy, fighting and flipping people over

Guys, gals, and non binary pals are looking at you, lust in their eyes, and Dabi wants to live up to his mass murderer label

Some idiot decided to harass you, touching your ass and the emo toaster oven snaps

He takes your wrist (after you broke the harasser’s hand, ofc) and Dabi can’t hold it no more, he grabs you, the both of you breaking away from the rest off the group

He picks you up and slams you against the alleyway wall, completely unzipping your leotard, ripping open your fishnets, and slamming his rock-hard dick into you

“Yeah, you liked all those bastards starin’ at what’s mine, huh? You like makin’ me fuckin’ jealous, yeah? Well this is whatcha get, so take it,”

Sinks his teeth into your neck as he rams into you at an almost inhumane speed and force, laughs at the few tears running down your face, and slightly heats up his hand to brand you

He nuts in you, holding you there so you can cockwarm him, humming in the crook of your neck as your body shakes against him

“You’re mine, n’ mine only, understand? “

Definition of fucks you like he hates you

The exhaustion from all your energy being drained from Dabi got you, so he ended up covering you back up, carrying you over his shoulder

✎ᝰ┆FATGUM

Ohhhhh my god

He’s so flustered it’s not even funny

He’s trying his best to respectful

Y’all aren’t going anywhere, it’s just for the festivities of Halloween

Poofy Mini -skirt, sweetheart top, sweetheart platforms, tight thigh-high stockings with thigh overspill and garter, pigtails (do with that what you will)

Has been hard the whole night but doesn’t touch you out of respect

You call him in the kitchen because of an “accident” and he instantly runs to the kitchen because he’s worried your hurt

Oh boy , was he wrong

Your sitting on the counter, leaning on your side with whipped cream sprayed across your chest

Taishiro is S H O O K

Face goes redder than a red velvet cupcake

Uh, s-sugar? D-darlin’, your a little-uh- exposed,” covering his face, but taking occasional glances

“I made a mess, Taish, could ya clean me up?”

You gasp as his warm tongue trails up your chest, lapping up the whipped cream while his eyes are stuck on you

“Don’t you worry honey, I’ll take care of you”

Kisses up your thighs and eats you out so sweetly and sensually you almost cry

Sucks on your perky nipples while gently thrusting into you, careful not to hurt you

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty little sweetheart,”

Aftercare KING

Runs you a bubble bath, supplies you with cuddles, snacks, and blankets while you’re on the couch watching scary movies

✎ᝰ┆Aizawa

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Uhhhh…out?” You mumble through Aizawa’s restraints

Does not let you take a step towards that door before you’re wrapped up

It’s so dark in the house, he doesn’t see your costume, but when you step foward, it’s like a sluttier version of his hero costume

Black crop pullover with front zipped almost all the way down, black cargo pants and utility belt (waist is giving very much Aaliyah)

Knee high black boots and the yellow goggles hanging loosely over your chest

You were looking for Aizawa’s restraints to just borrow, but you couldn’t find them so you decided to leave without them

That is, until Aizawa popped out of nowhere

Truthfully, Miruko was having a Halloween party, so you were quietly trying to leave because Shouta was asleep

“So…you’re telling me… you thought you could just leave looking like that… and expect me to not wanna fuck you senseless?”

LIKE SIR WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU???

He’s dragging you upstairs, tossing you on the bed, and next thing you know, you’re naked

Aizawa has your hands tied over your head, and he’s holding them into place with one hand as he’s pounding into you✨missionary style✨

He’s planting little kisses on your jaw while he’s whispering dirty talk in your ear

He’s quickening his pace, and just when you’re about to cum, he stops, making you whine

“You don’t get to cum unless you beg for it, kitten,”

It’s the punishment for me

✎ᝰ┆Enji

Sexy Cruella De Vil costume sexy Cruella De Vil Costume sexy Cruella De Vil Costume

So there’s a Halloween-themed hero gala going on, and you and fire man were invited

While Enji didn’t wanna dress up, you did

“Y/n, hurry or we’re going to be late!”

“Oh, calm your blowtorch Enji we’ll be fine!”

Cue the sexy trombone jazz sound

You had on a tight, long spaghetti strap black dress with a super high slit, white, fluffy, fur coat, red stilettos, red, silk, elbow length gloves, vintage cigarette holder

Your hair was half white and half black, styled in old Hollywood curls, red lipstick, expensive necklace, just looking fine asf

Enji’s eyes are WIDE OPEN

The way you strut over, your heels clacking against the floors as you grabbed the keys and pressed them firmly against his chest, your hand running down his suit jacket?

LAWD have mercy he’s eyes are you the whole night

But so are everyone else’s

See, you’re sitting at the bar area, talking to one of your colleagues, Enji’s eyes are burning (not literally) a hole through you

You notice and you laughed at one of your colleagues jokes, lightly smacking his chest as you hiked your leg up on the stool, revealing your red, lacy , thigh garter

“Alright, that’s it,” Enji mumbles to himself as he gets up and grabs you by the arm, dragging you out to the car

What does he do?

Breeds you in the backseat of his Rolls Royce (all Todoroki men have a breeding kink don’t @ me)

Lipstick is slightly smudged, but nothing you won’t be able to fix

Your sat on Enji’s lap the whole night, and there totally aren’t lipstick marks on his neck👀

✎ᝰ┆Present Mic

I have a raging headcannon that Mic is a diehard Aaliyah fan

So when you dress as her in her Try Again music video he is head over HEELS , 29x more in love with you than he was before, and his heart was swelled with love for you

Mans audibly says “WOWZA!” (Just to make you laugh)

You went to a Halloween party thing, and you guys were just dancing and vibing the whole night (you were channeling your inner Aaliyah, and killing it on the dance floor)

He has heart eyes on you all night, and he’s constantly touching you, holding your waist, major pda finatic

By the end of the night, you were tipsy, singing random Aaliyah lyrics and stumbling tryna do her dance moves

“Say yes or say no, cause I really— need somebody, ‘Zashi, are you that somebody?”

He just laughs, picking you up princess style and carrying you to the car

Since you can’t really function that well, Zashi gives you a bath, and gets you to bed

✎ᝰ┆Shigaraki

He literally stops playing his game when he sees you

Your costume is based on The Purge ( that Kiss Me mask, black bralette with an oversized white, bloodstained bomber jacket, low-waisted, leather pants with a silver chain belt, and black combat boots

You haven't pulled your mask down yet, so you a messy, black smokey eyes, purple-reddish lipstick, silver rings, silver chains, silver clips in your braids, y’know, looking all sexy and dangerous

“What?”

Looks you up and down, staring at your bloodstained chest a little to hard

“Im going with you,”

He goes to the Halloween party with you, which happens to be at a club

Shiggy has his hoodie up, watching you with a careful eye while you swung your bloodstained bat around, having the time of your life

He doesn't even wanna be there pls

“Hey. Let's go, I don't wanna be here,”

He refused to leave you around a bunch of creeps so yeah

You, obviously drunk: “awww, c’mon puddin’, live a little,”

When you call him Puddin’ it's like something in his goes off

Instantly dragging you to the bathroom to plan on scolding you

“Don’t call me-wait, why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re sexy when you're angry,”

Man's goes RED

Instantly gripping you up

“You’re lucky I’m not dusting the clothes off you right now,”

Do it, pussy

Throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the club

You know the headcannon that gamer guys have big dicks?

Yeah, well Shiggy’s a gamer, and he knows how to use it

✎ᝰ┆All Might

Omg I'm laughing so hard rn😭

He's literally next to you staring straight ahead, eyes wide, hands squished in between his thighs, trying to hide his boner, refusing to look at you out of respect

“So...nice whether we have today, isn't it hon’?”

“Toshinori, you know you can look, right?”

He's like an icicle, just sitting, looking ahead

Once he looks at you ✨poof✨ Small Might

His face is a cute shade of pink and he's cleaning the blood from his mouth, trying to be discreet about looking at your protruding tits

Once you sit on his lap and softly guide him to look at you, oh my GOD he's flustered 😩 hands in face, rambling, trying to keep cool while you pepper his face with kisses

Soon, he just buries his face in your chest, snuggling your boobs like pillows while you tease him

Very VERY respectful (until you give him access to ravage you for looking so good, then it's like Uhhhh Symbol of Peace? More like Symbol of destroying this pu-)

✎ᝰ┆Miruko

Playboy bunny costume. That's it. Send Tweet.

So, Miruko’s having a Halloween party and it's jumping, people dancing, drinking, having a great time

So Miruko's talking with Hawks and all of a sudden, she sees you, black bodysuit/leotard (whatever its called) black fishnets, black red bottoms, the cuffs, the bow tie, the black bunny ear, and a cute little white bunny tail

The bunny hero literally has heart eyes for you

“My cute little bunny, look at you...lookin’ all hot,”

She grabs you by the waist and leans down to your ear

“I might have to take a trip down that rabbit hole later”

“RUMI CHILL!”

Hands are on your waist the whole night while you guys dance

Her eyes are trained on you the whole night, giving very much ✨prolonged eye contact✨

When your talking to someone who gets a little too friendly, she comes up behind you, staring right at the person, and leaves a hickey on your neck

✎ᝰ┆Midnight

Oh lord, the woman is ON YOU

So flustered and whispering how good you look in that latex mini skirt

Whisper all sort of FREAKY STUFF in your ear

“You look so beautiful tonight baby, I just wanna tie you up in a cute little bow...as a matter fact, we’ll do that later,”

NEMURI KAYAMA PLS HOLD YOUR HORSES

Any person who gets to friendly? Uses her quirk to put them alseep

Either that or makes out w/ you right in front of them

Not gonna say much, just gonna say you discovered some new kinks that night 👀

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gravity falls character headcanons!!!!

dipper played baseball for a while, and was pretty good at batting. he can't catch for shit though cause he's scared of getting hit by the ball. that's why he used the shovel as a bat and hit that disco ball at the zombies (scary oke)

mabel is really good at wiring, since she has those sweaters that light up and play music and stuff. mcgucket would definitely give her instructions on stuff like that during future summers

wendy's actually a lesbian going through comphet. my reasoning for this is that she breaks up with guys pretty fast and often, and doesn't really seem all that excited to get into a relationship with them: "yeah, I guess so."

(also I'm a lesbian and kin her so it's basically canon /j)

dipper and mabel are both pretty chubby, mabel moreso than dipper. she has a bit more muscle mass whereas he doesn't have much muscle at all

as the younger twins grow up, it became clear that mabel is the taller one. she beats dipper by an inch and so he wears shoes with padding inside because he's petty

once pacifica started getting more freedom after weirdmageddon, she started getting into more grungy/alternative fashion. since her favorite color is hot pink, she started actually buying like crop tops in that color and pairing them with ripped jeans and combat boots and cool jackets and stuff. she's more expressive with her style

stanley and ford eventually came clean about everything to their ma, who gave them a long and hard lecture about being knuckleheads and to never do that again, before hugging them super tight and saying she missed them

filbrick is dead. as he should be

caryn pines is a badass and a GOOD MOTHER. she couldn't do anything about filbrick kicking stan out cause she just woke up and was caring for a BABY like she didn't know what was happening and I don't think filbrick would've let her bring stan back. if I see anyone hating on her I'm tearing up your lawn

wendy likes shitty romcoms cause she can make fun of them, and gravity falls by far has some of the worst she's ever seen. secretly she thinks they're sweet but it's hard to take them seriously when the filming is done so horribly

soos actually is trilingual, knowing english, spanish, and japanese. he taught himself japanese and since he's a huge fan of animes it helped to watch subbed shows until he got it, same way with spanish even though he already grew up with it

pacifica is a major germophobe cause of her upbringing. her parents essentially taught her to be afraid of not being clean, which is why she acts the way she does about the shack or touching mcgucket's hands during weirdmageddon

pacifica eventually works at greasy's diner, and actually enjoys it. even though it isn't the cleanest, she likes being able to earn her share and repairing her relationship with the townsfolk

they're all autistic. every character. all of em, and here are their stims

mabel: flapping her arms and legs, echoing what people say, pressure stim, rocking, chewing her hair

dipper: chewing, wringing his shirt, rocking, shaking out hands

stanley: patting himself, lip trills, clicking, some verbal stims where he sings, humming

stanford: tapping, pulling on his hair, twirling pens and dice between his fingers, swaying, hitting himself (only during meltdowns), pressure stim

wendy: pacing, swaying, tugging her hair, spinning her axe, humming

soos: patting himself, mouth popping, rocking on his feet, messing with his tools

pacifica: screeching, rocking, pressure stim, pulling her hair, hitting herself

fiddleford: slapping/patting himself, tapping his feet, dancing while standing, swaying, tilting his head back and forth

#I didn't mean to make this post so long but uhm #I love this show and the characters and have so many thoughts all the time #also I'm correct about everything so nobody is allowed to argue heart emoji #gravity falls #gravity falls stanford #pacifica gravity falls #dipper gravity falls #mabel gravity falls #stanley gravity falls #gravity falls stanley #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #wendy courderoy #wendy courdoroy #soos ramirez #soos gravity falls #headcanon #headcanons #long post #text post