#the funny part is that it makes very little difference to his outfit

[jellieland]

A week or two after the games, Grian will usually check in with the victor.

It's a habit that's probably more for his own benefit than anyone else's. But it is, he thinks, a good habit nonetheless.

After all, as fun as it all is, things can get a bit... intense, towards the end, and it's good for his peace of mind to make sure the last one standing is ok with how things shook out.

Nothing much has ever really come of it before; they're all pretty resilient. He doubts this time’ll be different. Except- well.

Something about it all itches at the back of his mind, and he hasn’t been able to work out why. There was the actual ending, of course, but also Grian may have been whispering in Martyn's ear about how boring that final showdown was turning out to be, and how narratively satisfying it would be if he just betrayed the other two and got it over with, so.

If nothing else, it feels like he's got no reason to break with tradition.

There's just one more concern.

Martyn seems to have made it almost impossible to contact him.

It's not... unheard of, for players to keep to themselves most of the time, especially when it comes to those they don’t share a server with. It seems a little uncharacteristic of Martyn, but the last time Grian saw him outside the games was before they even started, so maybe he does things differently these days.

There are certainly a great many reasons why that could be the case, most of which are perfectly sensible.

But Grian's never been able to resist picking at a puzzle put in front of him, whether the puzzle likes it or not, so he is going to talk to Martyn. And he can just see what happens, and worry about any consequences if and when they appear.

Luckily, he already has a way to do just that.

He doesn't usually need to do this - although it is very funny to startle Scar or Mumbo with it sometimes when they're concentrating. Honestly it's usually less effective than communicators, with how much effort it takes.

But he does have a way. The same way he used to whisper in Martyn's ear very recently, in fact.

He reaches out, away from his home, away from his body, and it feels a little like simultaneously overextending himself, and putting his foot down on a step he thought was flat ground.

That is... not how this usually feels.

It's odd. Rather unnerving.

But it works.

He finds Martyn. Watches the vague shape of him solidify into something more real.

He’s still wearing his red life outfit, for some reason. His eyes are closed. Around his head, the coral curls like a blood-red crown.

“What do you think you're playing at?” Asks Grian.

Martyn blinks his eyes open slowly, looking less confused than Grian would expect for someone hearing a disembodied voice out of nowhere. “Oh good.” He says dryly. “You again.”

He squawks indignantly. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”

There is silence for a few seconds.

“...Hey.” Martyn says, and as flippant as he suddenly sounds, he looks as thrown off balance as Grian feels. “Not sure who this is, but I think you might have the wrong number!”

“I think that's unlikely.” He deadpans. “Where are you? I haven't been able to get hold of you.”

“Uh-” There's a short pause as he looks around at wherever he is right now. “Falling into endless nothingness, looks like. Same old, same old, am I right?”

Grian rolls his eyes. “Yeah, ok. Well, I suppose you don't have to tell me.” A part of him makes a note of Martyn’s wording, though. Just in case.

“...Hm. Well, not gonna lie, I do appreciate the change of pace, but I would love to know what exactly you want from me. You know, just on the off chance that you feel like giving me any clues.”

It's at this point that Grian remembers: one of the main reasons this method of communication is good for messing with people is that it makes him sound, um. A little different. And while he can see Martyn, it’s not as if Martyn can see him.

...Best to just pretend that hadn't slipped his mind.

“You do realize this is Grian, right?” He asks, as though it ought to be obvious.

“Riiight, yeah, sure.” Says Martyn. “And I'm also Grian, did you know that?”

“Oh for- what, do you want me to tell you some secret only the two of us would know, or something?”

“Nah.” Says Martyn. “That wouldn't work.”

“Elaborate.” Says Grian, through gritted teeth.

“You know what? I don't think I will!” Replies Martyn brightly.

Grian takes a deep breath in through his nose. “I'm beginning to wonder why I bother.” He grinds out.

Martyn snorts. “Tell me about it.”

There's a short silence.

“But- ok.” He continues. “Just suppose for the sake of argument that you are Grian.”

“...Yes?” Asks Grian warily.

“I have a question for you.”

“...Yeeees?” Asks Grian, even more warily.

The silence stretches for several long moments.

“What's up?” Asks Martyn.

“Yeah ok, this isn’t worth it, I'm leaving now.”

“Wait! No, I'm serious!” Under the amusement, there's a note of something that sounds almost like nervousness in his voice. It's uncharacteristic. Unnerving.

“What are you talking about?” Asks Grian, trying very hard to keep his voice at least mostly free of annoyance.

“Oh, you know! What's going on, what's the deal, what'd you want to talk to me for?” There's a slight hesitation. “You need help or something?”

“I- ok. That's actually sort of relevant. It's really nothing too complicated, Martyn.” He says, grumpily. “All I wanted to do was make sure you're good with what happened at the end of the last game.”

Martyn blinks, and goes very still.

There is a long silence - long enough that Grian starts to feel concerned.

And then Martyn laughs.

It's not a nice laugh.

“Good, huh. You want to know if I’m good with it. That sure is an interesting choice of words.”

“...How so?” He asks, guardedly.

“Grian. Grian, I’m not sure if you remember this, but I won. I won this one, Grian.” Every word he says, however restrained, sounds like it’s had to claw its way out of him. He glares at nothing. “And guess what? It's just like the others. I don’t really care enough for any of it to matter to me, anymore, and that's fine by me.”

Now that's... a lot to unpack. “You- I'm sorry?”

“Well that makes one of us then, doesn't it?” His voice is coated with scorn.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you actually think I’m going to explain myself to you?” He asks, looking half-amused. “You, of all people?”

“Well unfortunately, Martyn, I can’t exactly put Ren on the line, so I’m afraid I’m all you’re going to get.” He snaps, and instantly regrets it when he sees the look in Martyn’s eyes.

There is a short silence.

Grian shifts uncomfortably. He’s not going to apologize, obviously. But. Well. “That... ok, maybe that was a bit much.” He says.

“...Little bit, yeah.”

There is another silence.

After a while, Martyn speaks.

“I would’ve betrayed him too, you know.” He says coolly.

“What, Ren?”

“Yeah. At the drop of a hat. Soon as it was convenient.”

“I mean sure, I suppose?” Says Grian, caught off guard. “You didn’t, though. Did you? When you had the chance.”

“Eh.” He shrugs, as though that’s an irrelevant detail. “It would’ve been more dramatic later. You know how it is.”

...There's no real way he can justify saying no to that, is there? “Yeah.” He says. “I guess I do.”

He tries to picture the King, betrayed. The Hand, triumphant.

“I dunno, though.” He says, thoughtful. “I don’t think you ever could’ve done it, to be honest. Not in the first one. Whatever it was you were planning, it was just never how that story was going to go.”

“That’s not true.” He says it just slightly too fast. “I know that’s not true.”

Grian scoffs. “You know thinking about something isn’t the same as doing it, right?”

“What, no, really?” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t say!”

“What I’m saying,” He lets his voice turn biting, “Is that you’re being stupid.”

Martyn lets out a startled laugh. It’s surprisingly genuine. “Wow. You’re really bad at this, dude.”

Grian bristles. “Well why am I the one who has to do it then? Why don’t you talk to someone else, if you hate talking to me so much?”

“I mean…” He makes an unconvinced noise. “Obvious problems aside, when do you even expect me to do that? We usually have other things to worry about.”

“I don’t know, maybe at literally any point between the games?” He sighs exasperatedly. “There’s no way you’re that busy.”

“Between the games?” Martyn asks incredulously, and Grian suddenly feels as though something dangerous is hovering over their heads, just about to drop. “What do you mean, between the games?”

“I mean between the games! Like- now! What do you think this is, right now, if it’s not between the games?” He snaps.

“This right now?” He looks nonplussed. “I think we’re usually asleep for most of this bit. Or possibly we forget about it. As you can probably imagine, it’s hard to know for sure.”

“Now I know that’s not true.” He says firmly, ignoring the unease trying to creep up on him. “I know I do stuff between games, and I know I don’t just forget about it. That makes no sense.”

“I mean, I don't necessarily mean everything between the games, more just this specifically.” He gestures around at nothing. “That gets more complicated, though. But you- hm.” He looks curious. “That’s interesting. Where even are you, then, at the moment?”

“I’m at home! Which is where I thought everyone else was too!”

Martyn seems to consider this for a few moments, and then he frowns, and then his expression goes blank. “…Oh.” He says. “Yeah. No, that… makes sense, actually. Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“Wha- what do you mean? Right about what?”

“Everyone probably went home. Or, at least, they thought they did. And hey, what’s the difference, when you get right down to it?”

“...Ok, I’m going to ignore the second part for now, I already got past that little existential crisis after Ren and Doc’s whole… thing… in season eight- if you think everyone went home, why are you- what was it you said- ‘falling into endless nothingness’?”

There’s another pause.

“...You’re really gonna make me say it, huh? That seems cruel, even for you.”

“Wait, no, what do you-”

“Where else do you think I would go?” It sounds less like an admission and more like an accusation. “What ‘home’ do you think I have left, Grian?”

“Look.” Snaps Grian, feeling vaguely tricked. “It’s not my fault that you-”

“Yeah, it never is, is it?” He glares into the darkness. “It’s always a tragic inevitability with you, never a choice you’re making. That way you get to stab people in the back and pretend to be sad about it. Best of both worlds, huh?”

Grian splutters for a few seconds. “Why are you being so rude to me??”

“Because you’re you and I’m me.” He smirks. “Don’t know what you expected, honestly.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s hiding behind inevitability now?” Grian retorts, perhaps a trifle vindictively.

“I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite, sometimes. Also, I never said I felt bad about it.” He replies levelly, and all at once, they’re talking about something else.

“You didn’t need to say it.” Snaps Grian. “You might be good at lying but you’re not perfect. I could see in your face that it hurt.”

He narrows his eyes. “It felt good, actually.”

“Wow, good for you.” He says, almost amused suddenly. “You didn’t say I was wrong, though.”

His expression twists into something unreadable. “I know you, Grian. Like recognizes like.” He says, voice low and dangerous. “You’re a liar.”

Grian shrugs, despite the fact that Martyn will not see it. “And you’re a coward. Your point?”

“I don’t need to justify myself to someone who refuses to admit that he could have chosen to be better, if he’d ever wanted to.” He spits out.

“Hey, at least I don’t try and convince myself I’m a monster just because I want to survive.”

That one strikes something tender; he can tell. “Right, yeah, and you’re just a blameless angel and everyone you cut down had it coming, I’m sure.”

“I didn’t say that. But since you bring it up… how many people did you give up your time for, again?” He grins. “Is it less than one? Because I think it is. I think I’ve got you beat there, Martyn.”

“And where did it get you?” He snarls.

“Home, in the end.”

Martyn flinches back as though he’s been struck.

“Did you forget about that part?” Asks Grian.

There’s a long pause.

Martyn fidgets with the end of the banner he wears around his waist, pulling at where the white threads are coming undone. He stares out into the darkness. “Yeah.” He says. “I guess I did.”

The satisfaction of winning the argument feels less potent, suddenly.

“You’re right.” Says Grian, after a while. “I’m really bad at this.”

Martyn laughs quietly. “To be fair, I’m not exactly helping.”

“You’re really not.”

He sighs. “You know pulling the knife out just makes the wound start bleeding again, don’t you? That’s all we’re doing here. That’s all we’re going to do to each other. We’re too alike to do anything else, unless we just don’t do anything. And hey, we’re not great at that either.”

“Hmm.” Says Grian begrudgingly. “I’d say something about inevitability again, but I honestly don’t think you’re wrong.”

“We both just enjoy pushing buttons too much to be particularly good at not pushing them, I guess.” Martyn sounds half-amused, half-resigned.

Grian makes an irritated noise. “Yes, alright, I don’t need another reminder of the whole button debacle.”

There is more silence.

After a while, Grian speaks again. “There’s something I was wondering about, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” Martyn raises an eyebrow.

“What’s the reason?” He asks.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific with that one, mate.”

“‘This is a death match for a reason.’” He says matter-of-factly. “That’s what you said. So- what is it? What’s the reason?”

Martyn blinks, then lets out a short, harsh laugh. “You think I know that?”

“No, not really. That’s why I wondered what you meant when you said it.”

“It- look. I don’t know if you’re expecting philosophy from me, or something. It’s a death game. People die, and it doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to be special, it doesn’t have to be honourable, it doesn’t have to be fair. That’s what I meant.” He frowns. “You know that.”

“I do.” He admits.

“Then why ask?” Martyn looks around as though this time, somehow, he might be able to find Grian’s face in the dark.

He doesn’t.

“I just-” Grian sighs. “What do you want?” He asks. “What do you actually want, Martyn?”

The question sits heavy in the darkness between them.

“What do you want me to say?” Martyn asks. He sounds more tired than Grian’s ever heard him.

“I want you to tell the truth.” Grian says. He needs to know. He needs to know.

“Now, Grian.” Says Martyn, voice gently chiding. “Have you met me? You know I can’t do that.”

“Pretend it’s a lie, then.”

Martyn’s grip on the banner he wears tightens, slightly. There is a long, long silence.

“Or how about,” Says Grian, eventually, “You say something, and I won’t know whether it’s a lie or not.”

There is another pause.

Martyn frowns at the red of the fabric in his hands, as though it might offer him something.

As far as Grian can tell, it does not.

He’s just beginning to give up hope of ever getting an answer when Martyn speaks, so softly he almost doesn’t hear it.

“I want it to be warm again.” He says.

It’s quiet.

For a moment – just a moment, no more – Grian remembers bloody, aching fists. He remembers burning heat.

“Well.” He says. “That makes one of us, then. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Says Martyn, voice low. “I guess it does.”

There’s another short second of silence before Martyn speaks again, sounding cheerful. “So, suppose I’ll see you in the next one, huh? If that ever happens.” He grins. “Wanna take bets on how hard Scott’ll have to try not to win it? I’m gonna go with very.”

Grian snorts. “I’m not taking that bet. That man is infuriatingly good at surviving.”

“You’re not wrong! You are not wrong.” He gestures into the void. “And don’t even get me started on Timmy’s whole thing, I think we both know how that one’s gonna go. Unless you want to bet against him being gone first next time round?”

“You’re not Scar.” Says Grian. “There’s no way you talk anyone into taking that bet in a million years. Except maybe Timmy.”

“Fair, fair.”

There’s a short pause.

Grian hesitates for a moment before he speaks – almost, but not quite, reluctant. “Why do you keep looking back?” He asks. “There’s nothing left for us there. You know that, right?”

“I mean, let me know when you find a better place to look.” He tilts his head to the side slightly, curious, and frowns. “Do you really never want to go back?”

“No.” Says Grian. “Never.”

Martyn opens his mouth, and then, uncharacteristically, closes it again. “Yeah.” He says. “Me neither.”

Grian is tempted, momentarily, to tell Martyn to take the banner off and let it go. Let the darkness take it. Prove it.

But just like Martyn, he lets it drop.

Mutually assured destruction is a potent thing.

Now all he has to do is the hard part. The part he’s dreading most of all.

The main concern is phrasing it correctly. Making it sound just how he wants it to sound.

After some thought, he thinks he’s found the words he's looking for.

He could always be wrong, though. He’s usually more one for incredible violence than smooth talking.

“Martyn?” He asks cautiously, casually. “Do you want me to help you?”

The expression that crosses Martyn’s face is unreadable.

He processes the question for a few moments, before he answers.

“Nah. I’m good.” He says, voice guarded. “Don’t worry about it.”

And that’s the rub, isn’t it.

Because now Grian has to decide whether he’s going to let Martyn lie to him or not.

Whether he’s going to pass the test that’s been set before him, or not.

...

Grian’s not a monster.

He’s just realistic.

There's nothing he could do, anyway.

“Well.” He says levelly. “Just let me know if that changes.”

(Martyn would do the same to him. It’s not a justification, or an excuse. But he knows it to be true.)

Martyn stares out into the darkness. His eyes are almost, but not quite, resentful. “Sure thing, man. Why wouldn’t I.”

It’s not said like a question, so Grian doesn’t answer it. “Well, you know I can’t stay here forever.”

“I do know that.”

“Any messages you want me to pass on to any of the hermits? I know you haven’t seen Mumbo in a while.” It’s not really a compromise, or a peace offering. Hopefully, however, it’s close enough to one or the other of those to act in their stead.

Martyn closes his eyes. Breathes in. Breathes out. Opens his eyes again. “If you were Grian, then maybe.” His gaze is cold. “But I think this hypothetical has gone on long enough.”

...It’s a lot easier for both of them, if Martyn believes that.

He’s positive Martyn knows that.

Just this once, perhaps he can manage to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

“For what it’s worth,” He says, looking away, “I moved on from the Bad Boys when it got too expensive to keep them alive.”

“It’s not worth a lot.” Says Martyn flatly. “And it would be worth even less coming from Grian.”

Grian sighs. “Alright. Fine. I’ll see you around, Martyn.”

“I know.” Says Martyn. He closes his eyes.

After a few moments, Grian does too.

When he opens them, he’s home.

…

Oh, that doesn’t feel good.

It really doesn't.

He could dwell on this. It wouldn’t be hard. He could drown himself in guilt over what he’s done, or not done, or will not do.

But- well.

Grian never really saw the point in letting someone else drag you down with them.

#once he's sure that the thing he's decided to pretend was not grian is gone #martyn goes back to falling #and wishes he still felt enough grief to be able to cry. #limited life smp #life series #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #my writing #i finally managed to finish this. it took me. a while. #they're narrative foils to the point of absurdity is the thing #they're incredibly similar and also completely different #it's fascinating

[judysxnd]

Proofs that Pedro Pascal and Y/n Y/l/n are dating (part 2)

I think I could do this every week, like a series, I like the idea! But actually doing it, is something different, especially because I tend to lose it at some point and forget to publish or I don’t have time 🤷🏻‍♀️ also, if you have any ideas for those, because I am already running out of them but I like doing them.. so, I’m open! And for the last pic, I feel like he would do this face like a shocked face but funny, I don’t really know how to explain it 😂

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1) 12.04.2023, 3:57pm

A fan posted a video on Instagram. First we could see a woman, laughing with another person, another woman we assume. They were in a car. We can hear off camera “is that him?”, the other woman says yes, then turns the camera. Next to her car, there he was, Pedro. They were actually at a red light. He was driving. He did not see the women next to him yet. In the video, we could see another person next to him, but we don’t know who (yet). Then this person moves their position, lightly turning to the left, that’s when we see that it is actually Y/n Y/l/n, and that’s when she notices the woman filming them. At that moment, we could see that Pedro leaned a little towards y/n, but she pointed to the ladies before he could go further, which made him turn. He waved at them, but were quickly interrupted by a car honking at them. The light turned green. The video shows the car leaving. One woman said “what was he doing?” The other said “was he about to kiss her?”, then the video ends.

2) 14.04.2023, around 4pm

Pedro and y/n were seen leaving the gym together. Walking next to each other they were laughing a lot. Y/n was wearing a yellow sports bra and a dark grey short, holding a water bottle. Pedro was in shorts too and wearing his famous yellow lakers shirt, his shorts were also grey. They surprisingly had matching outfits.

3) 15.04.2023, 2:36am

Y/n posted a video on her story. She was in a club. The video started with her in a crowd, dancing. Next to her was a friend, coming to kiss her cheek for the video. Right behind y/n, a familiar face, Pedro Pascal. He absolutely did not see that y/n was making a video and was enjoying himself, dancing a little but mostly drinking his cocktail. Then y/n turned towards Pedro and said “say hi!”. As he didn’t hear her, he screamed “what?” Then looked at her phone. She came very close to him, whispering the same sentence to his ear. Then he came closer to the phone, looked straight at the camera, and said hi, and waved. “Who is it for?” He asked her. “I’m posting it on Instagram!” They looked at each other. He was giving her a look that said “that is not a good idea” and she gave him a look that said “I know but I’ll do it anyway”, then the video stopped as they were laughing.

4) 17.04.2023, 10am (ish)

Pedro and y/n were seeing grocery shopping together. Some fans posted pictures during the day, with the two of them together (and the fan of course). One fan stated that they saw Pedro kiss y/n’s forehead but there were no pictures nor videos.

5) 19.04.2023, 6:13pm

Pedro posted a video on his Instagram story. First we could see him, and we could see he was in a car, but not driving. Then, he turned the camera to his legs, and we could see a hand on his thigh. He moved the camera towards the driver, and it was y/n, looking ahead. When she saw that he was filming, she took her hand away, and put it in front of her mouth, pretending to be shocked. Then she smiled, her eyes switching from the road to the phone. Then Pedro turned the camera back to his face, making a weird shocking face before laughing. We could hear y/n laughing too. Then the video ended. Y/n reposted it on her story later too, adding : “got to give attention to my passenger princess”

#cute #i love him #fanfic #gif #imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal one shot

[willowser]

you had only to look at me—

part one.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.4k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, oral (f!receiving), m!masturbation, lots of "first time" talk, more angst, more virgin bakugou.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

you and bakugou avoid each other just like you did in middle school, only it's a little too easy this time around.

he's terrible at texting back in general, and because you're not initiating any conversations on your own — or sending funny memes or bringing up all might in some capacity — the radio silence draws ever on and on.

the closest you come to interacting with him is getting a snapchat from his mom, his figure in the background at their kitchen table. all you can see is the floof of his hair and the outline of his shoulders, but you're so bothered by the fact that he's home and didn't tell you that you don't even respond.

it officiates things in a bad way; he's really, actually not speaking to you.

and it's — fucking annoying.

at least in the past the distance was mutually and wordlessly agreed upon; you didn't talk because you were busy or didn't have time or anything new to say, but whenever he's come home — because he so rarely does — bakugou has always made his usual, god-honest attempt to irritate you.

and he still is, but this time he's doing it all wrong.

you go through the five stages of grief rather quickly, jumping from denial to anger overnight. several times, you type out something to text him, each message different than the last:

i know you were at your mom's jackass ☠️

it's really not a big deal and i think we should just forget about it, if that's what you wanna do ?

if i crossed some kind of boundary with you then i'm sorry and i won't say that again so you better call me before i put your baby pictures on the internet. i'm serious.

you're my best friend and i don't think it's weird that it happened. if you're being dumb because you're embarrassed, then don't be because i thought it was really hot

unsurprisingly, you don't send any of these and instead just stew in your own aggravation. lunch with him after the whole thing had been just as empty and awkward, and you think he chose the place near your apartment just so you could walk home and he didn't have to spend another second with you.

three months go by, which isn't long compared to other stints you've spent not talking to one another, but this one drags. like a lot. the only good that comes from it is that you graduate from anger to acceptance, finalizing a future without him in it.

except for the few times he invades your brain like a little parasite, red-faced and shuddering, gripping you like a lifeline, and then your stomach flips so hard that you feel sick and it takes genuine effort to check out of that daydream and back into a bakugou-less reality.

and then he shows up at your apartment, uninvited.

his mom hosts a sunday dinner that you don't go to, for several potential reasons. one would be that you'll have to see bakugou and pretend like nothing's happened even though you're still a little peeved; two is that you'll both ignore each other, and that'll reverse all your progress because he's been ignoring you already.

three is that he might not show up, and then you'll have to pretend that it doesn't bother you all night long.

none of that sounds better than watching trash television and falling asleep on your couch, so you tell mitsuki that you're very sick and very sorry, and that you'll make it up to her later.

because of this, the first thing bakugou says to you after you swing the front door open is, "you're supposed to be fuckin' dead."

suffice to say, you're surprised to see him; still outfitted in his hero costume, mask shoved up his forehead so that his hair is wilder than usual. there's kohl smudged around his eyes, messy, and they look brighter and harsher because of it.

there's also a family-mart plastic bag in his right hand.

"what?"

he just grunts, eyes snapping over your figure, dressed down in a too-large sweater and athletic shorts meant for running even though you've never done so in them.

in his hands — still gloved — the plastic crinkles obnoxiously as he holds it out. "old hag told me to bring this to you."

a can of low sodium soup, two apples, gatorade, and something over-the-counter for nausea. there's something else at the very bottom that you don't get the chance to inspect before he interrupts with his big, fat mouth.

"y'look fine to me, so why the hell didn't you go?"

you frown at him and — don't know what to say. clearly, it seems he's going the pretend-it-never-happened route, which is infuriating because he could just as well have done that months ago. even still, he won't hardly meet your gaze, staring for only a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing, sticking them anywhere else. if you peek close, real close, you'd say his ears are a little red, but maybe you're just looking for — something.

you shrug. "didn't feel like it."

he shakes his head like that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard, eyebrow arched. "why the hell not?"

"because, bakugou, i just didn't feel like going, i don't know what else to tell you." you huff, shrugging again when he doesn't say anything. "thanks for the stuff. is that it?"

his lips twist as he thinks, giving you another once-over before sighing. under his tank-top, you watch how his chest expands, the grimace that ripples over his face as he reaches a hand to lightly feel at his right side. "need your help with somethin'."

now you're just being petulant; you snort, raising your eyebrows as his eyes narrow at the sound. "me? are you joking? you need my help with—"

he groans loud enough to drown you out. "y'gonna let me in or y'just gonna run your mouth?" and so you step aside to wave him in wordlessly.

the backpack on his shoulder dumps to the ground by the door and he strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place, despite the fact that he's never been here before. you've lived in the unit for a year, but meetups are so infrequent and showing it off to him was never considered — until now; watching him shuffle through the bag on the counter, your nerves spike at the reality check.

alone together, again. in your apartment. well after dark.

that image of him is so — invasive, sweeping in at the worst times: between your legs, face as red as his eyes, the little moan he kept trying to swallow. how embarrassed he seemed when you asked if he felt good, if you felt good, and the fact that he still admitted it despite everything.

your entire body blazes like a flame to gasoline, and you try to focus on what else he's taking out of the bag, oblivious.

does he think about it at all? the way you have? at the root of the situation, that's what has been most bothersome: is he grossed out? simply embarrassed? does he feel taken advantage of? did he enjoy it and just doesn't know how to say it? the not knowing is driving you insane.

"i got—" bakugou awkwardly angles his body, gently touching at his side again. in his hands is a simple pack of first-aid supplies, like a wound wash and bandages and medical tape. "need you to change this shit for me."

"oh?" is all you can manage to say, still distracted, and whatever is obvious in your voice has his eyes snapping to you from across the kitchen, adam's apple bobbing. you clear your throat, struggling for normalcy. "the hell did you do?"

he's — going to take his shirt off. clearly, by the way he stretches out his shoulders and then slowly reaches behind himself to grab the material by the back, carefully pulling it up over his head with a low, stinging hiss.

bakugou's always been a lean kid — guy — but pulled so taut like that, after years of working out muscles you didn't even know he had, he looks — stupidly shredded, and the slow reveal of his tight stomach is not helping you to focus.

you just never realized how hot it was, because you never looked at him like that. until recently.

his mask comes off with his shirt and he tosses both onto the kitchen counter — again, as if he pays the bills here — and his hair is a mess and he usually doesn't care, but he runs a hand through it several times before finally looking back at you, eyes outlined in black.

"y'gonna help me or...?" he shrugs, trying to appear impassive — but it's too obvious; something's shifted, for the both of you.

you don't trust your voice anymore, so you just shuffle over to him, frowning at the dirty, worn bandage that's already unsticking from his skin. with his teeth, he pulls off his gloves and it's a wonder why he even wears them, really, because his hands are filthy underneath, covered in soot and black-stained grease.

standing like he is, arm slightly raised, you can see all his sweat, muscles shifting under his skin as he breathes, and his hairy armpit is staring you in the face and you don't know when he stopped being 12 and started being 20 and when he became such a man. it's not fair, that he should suddenly be so — attractive.

"you're disgusting," you tell him — and mean it — and it's met with such hot and irritated surprise that you have to keep talking before he explodes. "you should probably take a shower before putting on a new bandage."

it's road-rash up his right side, still shiny and wet and blood red. still raw. just looking at it is enough to make you cringe.

bakugou huffs, exasperated. "okay, gimme a towel then."

"i didn't mean take a shower here!" you squawk, taking a step back as if to further yourself from the suggestion.

detonation imminent; bakugou curls his hands into fists and the same muffled warning you've been getting your whole life crackles. "okay," he says, voice thin and razor sharp. "you're coming back to mine then?"

your whole life flashes before your eyes — or at least the few minutes it took for him to lose his shit between your legs. "what? no, why would i?"

"i need your help with this, dip-shit!"

"you're saying there's no one else that can—"

"if you want me to fuck off, just say so!"

things go silent, startlingly so. totally still, except for the rising flush across his face, one that you used to read as annoyance but are now translating into something else you never could have expected from him: embarrassment. it's starting to give you whiplash, how much you're discovering despite knowing him all your life.

"closet is at the end of hall," you say in surrender. "bathroom will be on your left."

bakugou mutters a quiet, angry little "jesus" before stalking back to the front door to get his bag, and then he's disappearing into the dark of your apartment.

you slump down on your couch and — struggle. watching the tv and absorbing nothing; it's a rerun anyway. the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry washes over you as the shower spray sounds in the background, followed by a low-timbered swear and the clatter of several bottles against the tub.

it's easy to butt heads with bakugou. you don't think there is any other way to interact with him, really, because he's so argumentative and that used to be okay, but now things are — off. you don't know what he's doing, what he wants, why he's here and in your shower when he could be at home or getting patched up at his agency. all the conclusions you can come to are frightening, a little, and they're hard to fathom; is he — does he want more?

is this just because he's a guy that got some action and is looking for a second round, or is this because it's you?

this stupid situation has only added an unnecessary amount of drama to your life, and you think maybe the pretend-it-never-happened route is the smartest path, even if you can't stop thinking about him and the strength coiled in his biceps, in his shoulders, and how tall he's become and — when did he lose most of the baby fat in his face, and when did he get such a sharp jawline?

how much is he working out, to get his body like that? he used to be a skinny, scrappy little thing and now — he can probably lift a truck over his head. must run all the time, though he's always been active, and you've never looked before, but you wonder how nice his ass is.

what he looks like under the shower, soapy and wet.

furiously, you blink out of your daydream, feeling like a foreign body in your own skin; if someone would have told you only a handful of months ago that you'd be having weird, sensual thoughts about your best friend, you would have laughed so hard you'd cried. or puked.

but if anyone else stands in that picture with him, your heart squeezes painfully. traitorously. already, you've shared so many memories with him; the start of elementary school, learning how to swim, giving each other equally bruised faces, staying up all night to study for important exams, tackling middle school graduation side-by-side, him making himself at home in your first apartment, just as you had done in his.

the devil on your shoulder asks: what's a few more firsts?

it seems like the shower stops in record time, but when you hone back in on the tv, the episode has changed and new drama is settling in. distantly, the rattle of the doorknob is more aggressive than it needs to be and when the echo of a swung-open door trails down the hallway, your heart suspends in your throat. never have you had to think this much just to be around him, and it's bothersome.

clean and relaxed, he's — softer; you spare a quick glance at him when he comes to stand beside the couch, distracted by the show on screen, and his hair is damp, starting to stick out again the more it dries. his muscles aren't made of marble anymore; still there and rippling, but he breathes calmly and his skin is baby smooth, tender. you eye his tummy and the line of fine hair running down into the waistband of his sweats, and do your best to ignore the sudden desire to kiss right above his belly-button.

"since when are they talking again?"

just as he looks at you, your gaze shoots back to the screen, eyes narrowing as you try to rapidly remember what's happening in the day-to-day for stay-at-home, pro-hero wives.

"uh," you blink, distracted — and he notices, "what do you mean? they've been hanging out, like, all season."

bakugou watches the tv in silence, occasionally glancing down to the bandage in his hands as he carefully spreads it out, as he dampens the towel with the antiseptic and dabs at his wounds. 

"even after she hit on whatshername's husband?"

"yeah, that was a misunderstanding," you frown at him but he doesn't see it. "remember when they went to that dinner party and all hell broke loose because—"

his flat look serves for a rude interruption. "they go to a lot of fuckin' dinner parties."

"i know, but," you scoff, annoyed, "have you even watched this season?"

bakugou scoffs, mocking and over-dramatic, "yeah, as if i've got all day to sit on my ass and watch your stupid girly—"

"you're watching it right now."

"because you've got it on!" he huffs when you sink into the couch, resolutely trying to ignore him. “start it over then, if you’re gonna cry about it.”

you gape up at him, going as far as to pause the show so that maybe he’ll acknowledge you and all your annoyance; he doesn’t. “start it over? this is, like, episode 26!”

“so? got a hot date or what?”

he’s not at all interested in the answer and that’s obvious when he spins around and holds out the bandage expectantly, staring down at the scrape — glowing red and angry, a mirrored wound you can feel scabbing across your own skin; itchy and irritating. 

finally he looks at you properly, frowning softly and — you see him then, can feel the tension lining his body as you carefully tape on his bandage. trying to hide how uncomfortable he is, though you he’s never had to do so with you in all of — forever. it’s nauseating, and again you're struck by the image of him, only now it's of the horror that had been on his face afterwards, at what you’d done.

it pushes everything over the edge; quietly, so that your voice doesn’t expose anything, you say, “you haven’t spoken to me in three months.”

silence weighs in the air immediately, heavy, and you watch him try to appear unbothered, shrugging as he stares back at the unmoving tv, jaw tight. “phone works both ways.”

“yeah, but,” your hands drop as he steps away to pull on a loose shirt, and you curl your fists into your own. just as he has. “i’m always the one having to reach out—”

“so why didn’t you?”

“what?” frustrated, you massage your temples, trying to soothe the nuclear headache threatening to incinerate you. “are you seriously trying to—”

“what’s the big deal?” he huffs, slumping down into the far corner of the couch before cringing, swearing as he gently touches at his bandage. “you’ve gone longer than that without talkin’ to me, so…”

the tone of his voice is infuriating, as if this is somehow all your fault — and maybe it is, because you shouldn’t have crossed such a boundary with him, but — he can be such a dick.

“it’s not just me bakugou, you could have just as easily picked up the phone, too!” your teeth grind when he shrugs again, leaning his head against his fist as he looks anywhere else. it almost looks like guilt that's dragging his expression down, but you know better than to assume he could feel such a thing. “you always—”

“jesus, if i always do this—”

“shut up for a second, damn!” and then because you can’t stand the stupid look on his face, you kick him in the thigh for good measure; it garners a warning glare, his teeth bared.

he easily catches you by the ankle when you try to kick him again. "tell me what the big fuckin' deal is."

"the big deal? oh, you mean besides the fact that you totally came in your pants?"

it stuns him for a second, eyes wide and face pale, before he's yanking you across the couch, narrowly avoiding the knee aimed for his gut. "you—fucking—!" a smack lands across the back of his head when he ducks and he plants a heavy hand over your face, forcing you to close your eyes and turn away.

"you're gonna blow my head off!"

"if i wanted you dead, you—" he intercepts the hand you blindly reach up with, crossing it awkwardly over your chest so that you're pinned down like a wild animal. "you would be!"

"kiss my ass, katsuki." you snark, and it does something to him, your use of his first name, because he's still for a moment before sitting back and collecting your wrists correctly, to hold against the couch arm above your head.

"you're such a fucking—" he swoops in so low that his nose almost brushes yours and he grabs the front of your sweater with his free hand, like he's gonna shake you down for some lunch money. "fuck, i could just—" and then he groans long and loud, so annoyed he can't find the words.

"yeah, well—"

"shut up," he lightly knocks his forehead into your cheekbone with another dissatisfied sound, letting out a heavy sigh as he sinks his face down into your neck.

all your muscles tighten on instinct, waiting for the sharp bite that's due any second — but his fingers only uncurl from the material of your sweater, slowly slipping around to tangle into the hair at the nape of your neck. his pull there is a little tight, enough for you to know he's got you, but not so much that you're head is aching; you can't imagine you have a sensitive scalp, anyway, after growing up around him.

you want to say something — which is an annoying realization because now you feel like too much of a talker — but you just focus on the heave of his chest over yours, the breath that moves through him. the minute jostle of his hips as he settles further into the space between your legs, almost comfortable. the slight swell of something unfamiliar against your inner thigh.

bakugou presses his face a little further into you, warm, and the tip of his nose drags along the column of your throat. successfully sedating you, distracted by the feel of his parted lips against your skin.

your body is hot all over, very suddenly; the sweater now feels like a death trap and hopefully you don't smell weird, though it's never been a worry before, not around him, and your adrenaline is rushing and you're kinda tired of acting like you don't know why that is.

fuck pretend-it-never-happened. it's been a long three months.

he's almost entirely pressed against you, but there is a small gap of space that closes when you open your legs a little wider, hitching them around his waist as his breath stutters against your neck.

it's happened so quick, so effortlessly yet again; you give a purposeful roll of your hips upward and are lost in him all over.

only — it's different than it was before because straddling his lap hadn't done much for you, but now the weighted outline of him is right against your center and the pressure that drags across you sends tingles up your spine and has your toes curling in your socks. when you let out a tiny gasp at the stomach-flipping sensation, tension coils in every curve of his body and the grip around your wrists and in your hair only tightens.

you can't help it; you let out a "katsuki" in the same heady tone as you did in his apartment and it has him falling easily into the slow grind you've been unable to stop thinking about. what shifts across his face is obvious, against your throat, like the scrunch of his brow and the slow drop of his mouth. he tries to muffle his breathy "oh" into your skin, but it echoes throughout your entire body, has an ache beginning between your thighs that he's already soothing.

the nip comes then, teeth sinking gently into your neck as you weakly cry out in surprise, but it's only for a moment before his tongue — wet and heavy and wide — is tasting over your jugular, lips closing around your skin as he sucks experimentally. you let out a proper moan then, squirming against his hands and up into him so that the pressure doubles for the both of you.

katsuki finally relinquishes your wrists, carding his hand down your body before coming to squeeze your hip, your thigh, locking your leg tight around his waist. "yeah," he rasps, voice deeper than you've ever heard it as he presses his forehead into yours. "how do you fuckin' like it?"

being bitten, he means, vengefully, but you're spread open beneath him and he's rutting the hard length of himself against you roughly, eagerly, and panting open-mouthed and you tighten up at the aggression in his tone and in his hands and his very being and —

"fuck," you gasp, loud and wanton, "fuck, katsuki—"

and then you are kissing your best friend.

the boy from down the street that always ruined your hair and taught you where to place your thumb if you were gonna throw a punch. that used his empty pen cartridge to blow spitballs at you and mocked you for losing crane games, even though he ended up giving you the stupid stuffed animal anyway. that had to be king of the castle, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. that demanded you be his queen, weeds he picked for you woven carefully into your hair by his hands.

katsuki kisses like he's shy — another term you've never thought of in relation to him and all his fire and brimstone; it's slow and a little delayed in comparison to what his hips are doing, as if he's in his head too much and is trying to figure how to move his lips and when. tentative and chaste, until you run your tongue along the seam of his mouth and pry him open a little more.

it's making you hungry; that possessiveness from before is creeping back in, eager to have him in ways nobody else has. you arch into him, biting at his lips and sighing into his mouth as goosebumps break out across his skin.

with a slant of his head, he deepens the kiss and you can feel his nostrils flaring, the fingernails scratching against your scalp, the bruises he's probably leaving on your thigh. he lets up only to breathe, panting into your ear when he begins to bite and suck on your skin again; your earlobe and neck and even the cut of your jaw. like maybe he's hungry, too.

you fist a hand into his shirt just to tug it up his body, feeling the strong contract of his stomach when your fingers ghost against him. katsuki gets the hint quickly, rising up to his knees to tear the material off — much more harshly than he did before, which has you eying his crinkled bandage — and you move fast to take advantage of the new space.

it gives him pause when you yank down your shorts, pulling your legs back to slip them off and fling them somewhere across the room. his face goes red again, and his heaving chest, too, and his eyelids flutter as he takes in the sight of your flimsy, damp cotton underwear. you start to pull the sweater up your stomach, but he's watching so intently — so ravenous — that you get shy, without a bra underneath the too-hot fabric.

in any other situation, katsuki would have grabbed onto this moment, your hesitation, and held it over your head to come back and poke at. cataloged this little weak spot for future arguments, but now —

not once has he ever been gentle with you in anything; it's enough of a surprise that that's even a possibility for him, for the two of you, but he presses his body back into yours and kisses you deep, calloused fingers tracing over the new skin exposed to him. he doesn't try to push the sweater up any further, but one hand slips up your back, to splay between your shoulder-blades like it had before, and he's so close and you've never known him to be this — careful. with anything.

"y'r so—" katsuki rolls his hips again and groans, whispering against your lips. "fuckin' soft."

his sweatpants are still on and you don't know why, but when you reach down to help tug them off, he grabs your wrist before they can go too far.

he presses the heat from his cheeks into your own, like he wants to share it. "you done this before?"

"have you?"

he frowns at your non-answer. "i asked first."

you have. three times, technically, though a phantom pain echoes in your stomach at the memories, and you feel an odd emptiness in your chest that makes you really glad to have the sweater still on. your answer leaves you a little ashamed, under his gaze, and you purposely turn from it. "would...that bother you?"

before, you wouldn't have cared, didn't care, nor were you even thinking of him when it happened. wherever he must have been; u.a, probably, getting ready to make his lifelong dreams a reality while you trusted a boy that didn't look at you the way katsuki is now. that didn't hold you and touch you and kiss you the way your best friend has.

he scoffs, though it doesn't sound as careless as it usually does and he squeezes his eyes shut so you can't read them. the truth that's hidden there. "no," he lies, "why would—" but he doesn't finish, just sighs.

"it was awful anyway," you tell him, offering a small smile when he peeks down at you. he doesn't say anything, so you kiss him once, twice, until his tension is melting away. "should have been you."

the grip on your thigh turns almost painful and he grinds into you so roughly that you both gasp, loud in the tight, barely-there space between you. "yeah," he rasps, sucking another bruise into the hollow of your throat. "fuckin' should have."

you try to imagine it; eighteen and nervous, naked in front of him for the first time since you were seven and got into paint from his mom's workshop, when she made you both strip down in the same room, furious. how different he might have been with you then, how much more unsure. kinder than your ex, without a doubt, even for katsuki, and he probably wouldn't have even gone through with the whole thing, considering how uncomfortable the first time is.

or maybe it wouldn't have been, with him; maybe he would have looked into it, taken the time to wind you up the same way he is now so that you were eager and wet and ready. looking down at you with his wide, almost-black eyes in the dim light of a table lamp. another first to share.

"if i'd have just," he huffs, allowing his sweats to slip down past his hips. shoulders trembling when he makes you moan out his name again. "fuckin'—grown a pair 'n told you—"

the weight of him becomes more obvious, the straining bulge he's rocking into your core, and seeing it is — really getting to you; wearing such tight boxers, you can tell just how close the pink tip of him is to his waistband, nearly peeking out from just how hard he is.

it takes a shrug to get him out of your shoulder, so you can press your lips back to his. "can still be you, katsuki," you breathe, biting on his bottom lip until his tiny frown is gone. "if you want, it can still be you."

for a minute, he indulges himself in the greedy kiss you're giving him, testing strokes of his tongue against your own as his hips stutter out of rhythm — but it's when your fingers brush through the hair at the base of his stomach, trying to slip a hand into his boxers, that he's gasping into your mouth and pushing his body up and away.

determination settles over his face then — along with his vibrant flush — and he doesn't say anything as he grabs you like it's nothing and scoots you up the couch so that your back is pressed to the arm, propped up. once he settles between your thighs, he just rests his face into the plush of your stomach — which is humiliating and has you squirming, but the firmness returns to his hands; holding your hips so that you'll still, so that he can kiss right above your belly button, just as you wanted to do to him.

heat flares in your own cheeks — and down your chest and in your ears and searing on the back of your neck — when you feel the first puff of his warm breath against your underwear, where you're sensitive and slick and aching.

this is completely new to you; your ex-boyfriend probably never considered tasting you here, certainly not with the same desire that's painted across katsuki's face. you have to slap your hands over your eyes and bite your lip, embarrassed, suddenly, at how desperate the simple press of his mouth to your underwear makes you.

"hey, hey," katsuki grunts, pinching at your hips until you peek at him through your fingers. the highlights of his cheeks are crimson and his eyes are black, glaring with an intensity that makes you shiver. "it's my fuckin' turn."

to make you fall apart, he means, just as he had.

at the first hot drag of his tongue against the material, you squirm, leaning your head back so that your expression is hidden. another grunt comes from him, you think in dissatisfaction, but he continues, laving until your mouth is falling open and the fabric between you is drenched.

he's gone just long enough to be replaced by the ghost of his thumb, touching you much too-gently. hunger has you stealing another look at him, watching behind your hands as he stares, blatantly, at the mess he's already made of you, stroking the pad of his finger against the sodden material in interest.

discovering; a curious swipe over where you're aching has you sighing and trembling and his eyes jump back up to your covered face, open mouth curling into the faintest smirk as he does it again and again and again. it's bullshit — how quickly he's figured you out, almost as if your body was meant to be unraveled by his hands — but then again, it didn't take you long either, did it?

"katsuki," you hiss, digging a hand into the hair at the crown of his head, tugging on it until his smile is dropping and his eyes are lidding. your body is on fire and your legs are trying to close around his head, hips squirming as he toys with you, like the little brat he is.

deadly serious, he grabs your underwear and holds it tightly in his fist so that you can wiggle one leg free, and then he's tugging it out of his way and devouring you whole.

it's sloppy, the mixture of spit and slick as runs his tongue through you, wet and wide, and you're so sensitive that you squeak out in surprise, fingers tightening. a groan punches from deep in his chest and your hips buck at the vibration of it, drawn so tight already.

"oh my—" you gasp, dropping your other hand from your face to grip the couch; eyes closed, you're somewhere else entirely, lost in the clumsy swirl of pleasure between your thighs.

katsuki raises his head to breathe, reaffirming your grip in his hair by wrapping his fingers tight over your own. at the shiny sight of his mouth, you can't help but to whimper with a needy roll of your hips, until he's simply sticking out his tongue and allowing you to ride it, to use it as you need to. it's embarrassing, how desperate you are, but his eyes are knife-sharp and trained on you and you've never experienced anything like this.

he moves then, slipping one hand further up under your sweater, cupping your breast carefully as his lids flutter — and the other is shoved between his hips and where they're pressed into the couch. you tighten up at just the idea of him rutting into his hand while kissing your messy slit, moaning openly, head falling back as your eyes start to roll.

this is — fuck — you've never been so turned on in all your life and it's driving you crazy; at one point in time, the thought of bakugou like this would have grossed you out, but now you think it's only like this because of him. anyone else wasn't right, not the way he is, and he's maybe a little impatient and unwieldy, but it's katsuki. between your legs with his mouth on you — something he wanted — and his fingers are brushing over your nipple and the other is down his pants, wrist flexing and —

"fuck, oh fuck, i—" you try to sit up, chasing blindly after the high, but he forces you back down. a long groan is muffled by your skin and when he lifts his chin just a little, a glob of spit falls off his lips and the sight makes your toes curl before he presses back into you and sucks.

everything goes blank as you free-fall into him and you cum quietly, muscles so taut in your body that your voice can't even squeeze out of your throat. the minute you're able to breathe, he's biting a mark into your thigh and yanking you back down under him, lips slick against yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue has you coming out of the heady haze, ravenous; katsuki helps you to shove his boxers down, though he can only gasp tightly when he grinds against you, coating himself.

"'m not—" his soft hair tickles your face when he shakes his head, arms trembling beside your head. "i won't be able to—"

"keep going," you breathe, smearing your mess over the tip of him and down his length as he groans. "i don't care, keep going."

he smashes his lips to yours, though he's only able to meet the pump of your hand a few times before dropping his forehead to your shoulder, spine curling, fingers digging into your hair. katsuki swears long and low, eventually letting out a soft sound you wouldn't have expected from him as his entire body tenses and he spills onto your stomach.

"goddamn it," he moans into the fabric of your sweater, weary, after a long moment. "now 'm fuckin' tired."

and for some reason that makes you laugh, though the lust is dissipating and your nerves are trembling at the memory of how this ended last time. katsuki pulls away suddenly, making your stomach drop, and he doesn't look at you as he detangles himself, awkwardly shuffling away from the couch and out of sight.

you frown down at the mess on your stomach, the way it's pooling in your belly-button — and you'll be damned to let him leave you like this, but just as you finishing reciting over and over what you want to say, he appears, towel in hand.

it's still damp from his shower and you tense on instinct, waiting for him to start twirling it with that stupid grin on his face, but katsuki only arranges your legs so that he can sit between them, carefully wiping you off as his cheeks burn. and you just watch him, the way he runs a hand over your skin to make sure he got it all before helping to finagle your underwear back on properly.

then he just looks at the tv, unmoving. if he's trying to appear casual at all, it's a piss-poor job — but he's never been able to keep his fat mouth shut for long.

the look he gives you lacks its usual heat, though you can't tell if that's just because he's drained or if he's withdrawn for another reason. "what now? six months, a year before you talk to me again?"

and you're annoyed all over again.

"what?" you return his weak glare, sitting up properly so that you're right in his face. "are you kidding me? you didn't talk to me either."

"the hell did you want me to say?" he scoffs and — you could slap him, for ruining everything so quickly. wipe that stupid look off his face with your fist. "'sorry i busted a nut, you free for dinner?'"

"yeah!" the shrill tone of your voice makes his eyes widen, and you throw your hands up in the air, incensed. "that sounds wonderful in comparison to coming home and avoiding me."

"i didn't avoid you," he mutters, though his eyes drift back to the tv. "just didn't have shit to say."

"bakugou," you slap your hands over your face for the second time, though this one is much worse than the last. "how is that fucking fair? what did you want me to say?"

and now — his eyes are full and furious, mouth curling down into an ugly frown that you've so rarely had the pleasure of seeing on his face; every time his mother made you go home and when you told him you weren't gonna try to test into u.a. when he overheard your girl friends teasing you for liking an older boy in your school.

when he was losing you, you realize.

"'m not doin' this shit with you," he mutters, definitive, before swiping his shirt up off the floor and standing. "not doin' this bakugou shit."

"oh my god," you groan, rising, too, because your stomach is twisting at the thought of him leaving again, no matter how angry he's making you. "what does that even mean?"

you trail him as he stomps into your kitchen to grab his work shirt and mask from the counter, trying to interrupt him at every turn, and the scowl on his face only grows when you shoot to stand in front of the door, just as he reaches for his bag.

"you can't—"

"this," he seethes, gesturing to you and then himself before gritting his teeth so hard that they should shatter. "this is why i didn't wanna fuckin' talk to you."

you knew he didn't. the minute lunch ended and when you made out his shape in mitsuki's snapchat: you knew. but hearing it from his mouth is as much of a confirmation as it is a kick in the gut.

there's more he's struggling to say, mouth shifting as he chews on the words and the skin of his lips. his gaze jumps from you to the door to something on the counter before he's swallowing again, staring down at you with brand new eyes.

the light in the kitchen makes them shine, angry and sad. "i can't—" he sighs, nostrils flaring like he's mad at himself for struggling. "go back to bakugou, not after—" a vague hand waves toward the couch. "maybe this is just, i don't know, whatever to you, but i — fuckin' can't."

tell me what the big fuckin' deal is; earlier, he'd demanded it of you, why the silence mattered so much this time when it didn't seem to matter before. in the midst of your anger, you didn't think twice about his wording but now —

he wanted you to say it. katsuki wanted to hear you say that it hurt to be without him for so long, and he kept his distance because he was afraid that you wouldn't.

"you're so stupid," you mutter it quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, enraged, but before he can get another dumb word out, you loop your arms around his neck and just — kiss him.

not crazy or wild or lust-driven, just your lips to his, slowly working him out of the shell he's tried to hide behind.

the bag in his hand hits the ground with a soft thud and then his arm is wrapping around your back, tugging you to him as he finally breathes and opens his mouth — and lets you in.

when you cup the sides of his neck, katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, pulse jumping under your fingers, and his lashes flutter against your cheeks as he opens his eyes. he pulls back enough so that you can stare at each other and you realize that eyeliner is still clinging to his lids, making him seem sharper than usual.

you're a little stunned, then, at how beautiful he is. 

"i can't go back to bakugou either, dumbass." gently, you knock your forehead into his, smiling at the pout on his face. "you've totally screwed that up for me."

"yeah, well," he huffs, "about time. only took you all my goddamn life."

"sorry i'm late."

"what else is new?" he rolls his eyes and you squeak, indignant, before sticking your tongue out at him, patience worn thin already.

you expect a bite or a pinch to the cheek or another rough violence that falls along the lines that have made up your relationship thus far — but instead there is only something soft that reflects in his eyes and the shy kiss he presses to your lips, something that he's kept safe just for you, guarded, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield.

#narrator voice: willow did not have the spoons to extend the ending #whoopsie #okie okie part 2 #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Jen, sorry for dumping a big rant in your askbox but your blog has helped me figure out my identity and I don’t have anyone to talk to about this in real life lol. Feel free to delete if this is too weird.

So I’m a 17 y/o butch, and I have been masculine since I was a little kid. I always felt lucky to have a family that was generally okay with my gender nonconformity. They treated it like a cute quirk of mine, and I never felt like I was being judged or that I should change the way I am around them. My dad got a kick out of it. One summer he let me help him build the deck in our backyard. He always took me to baseball games, he dressed me up in his old clothes, basically treated me like I was his son and I loved it.

I feel like as I get older, my masculinity becomes less acceptable. I went to visit my paternal grandmother for the holidays, hadn’t seen her in a few years, and the first thing she said to me was “I thought you would’ve grown out of all that by now” (in reference to my haircut and outfit, I think.) I just don’t know how to react to the way my extended family treats me now. They used to be totally fine with it, but I spent my entire Christmas feeling like I was being judged for every little thing.

Like, what’s changed? Why is it cute and funny when a little girl wears boy’s clothes and wrestles with her cousins, but disgusting when I grow up and settle into my masculinity?

It’s like I’ve crossed the invisible line between being a tomboy and being a dyke, and now no one wants to entertain it anymore.

Again, sorry for the rant haha, I just feel like I’m going crazy because I tried to talk to my sister about it and she said she didn’t notice them acting any different, but I swear my aunt spent half of our Christmas dinner telling me how pretty I would be if I just wore a bit of makeup lmaoo. I’m just wondering if anyone else has experienced this, because I’m feeling pretty lost right now. Thanks, and happy holidays!

It is not weird at all. I hear that young lesbians, particularly butches, do not have older role models to bounce ideas off of or vent or get any perspective on certain experiences. Moms and Dads and straight sisters and cousins, no matter how well meaning, will just not always "get" what is happening. They say things like "we love you no matter what" and "we don't care if you are a lesbian" and they mean it, mostly. But they often don't see the subtle clues (or blatant ones)they toss around that indicates how uncomfortable they are with you being so visible, but just existing as you naturally are.

AND OH MY GOSH yes I have experienced exactly what you are talking about with the deepening judgement as you move from a cute little Tomboy to an adult butch women. It is almost like they hope to "catch it early" when we are in our teens and redirect us away from the "danger" of being a visible lesbian. And a woman who does not, in very overt ways, conform to their idea of how a woman should be and act.

My dad was relatively consistent in treating me pretty much like he would a son and, to his credit, he did so with my straight sister. We were allowed to do just about anything my older brothers did. In part because my sister was pretty strong willed but also a lot like him. I was less strong willed but she had mowed the path.

Mom was the one who was forever concerned about my looks and behavior, both out of worry I would not fit in, and because she had a certain expectation of how her daughter should grow up. Both normal Mom reactions. She understood bullies and knew that sticking out could be difficult. Her solution was not to strengthen my resilience but to attempt to "tone me down". Her efforts increased as I made the jump from kid to teen and into my late teens. She would discourage me from cutting my hair, becoming almost angry when I brought it up. She would tell me how lovely I was in dresses and skirts and say thing like " a little make up would be nice". It got really old. It lead to us not always getting along even though I loved and respected my mom. She was a great mom. But this one thing made us both crazy. She could not cool it and I could not change who I was.

Friends at school saw hints of my liking girls. I stopped wearing cowboy boots and my favorite horse buckle and it their place went with K Mart Tennis shoes and a generic belt that came with my pants, again, from Kmart. I put away the cowboy fringed shirts and flannel and went with simple jeans and sweatshirts, the acceptable attire for boys and girls in my rural high school. I kept my hair long to disguise my "looking like a boy" traits.

I (barf) agreed to date a boy and spent the better part of that time making excuses to not kiss him or spent time with him. I was starting to listen to mom and do my best to hide ME from the world. Anything (with in reason) to throw the world off the scent, the scent of me being a lesbian. Being butch made that one more step difficult.

It is hard to hide the space we take up naturally.

It might seem hard to see it now by your family is slightly well intentioned, knowing that being "seen" easily as a lesbian can be dangerous. But also, they are uncomfortable with your energy and physical presence because it does not coincide with their ideas of what a woman acts, feels and moves like. This is a THEM problem and I can give you words of comfort based on experience.

The more you begin to be you, and dress in what gives you comfort the more your confidence will grow and be evident. People who are emboldened to try and change you for their own comfort tend to back way off when there is no opening for their opinions. They just sort of realize they are wasting time. AND for those that don't, there are always a few, you don't have to give them any air or acknowledgement. You get to let them waste time and energy while you look great in whatever you wish to wear and however you wish to cut your hair. And in a wonderful turn around, you don't have to spend any effort just being you or trying to defend or correct them.

You are fast approaching adulthood and with that will come even more freedom and independence. Don't rush it but also, work towards that.

#butch #lesbian #family #unwanted opinions of family

[shittyassffblog]

Free Bird - Part 4

Hey it's been a few days but here is part 4! No smut in this I'm afraid but next chapter....o boy. Anyways, hope you all enjoy and tell me if you want on a taglist I'd be happy to make one <3 love y'all <3

Warnings: None

A few days had passed since you saw Noah. He was busy with practicing for the next leg of the tour and you were busy at work so your paths just hadn’t crossed for a few days. You also tried to take a little bit of distance from Noah, you were scared of what you felt for him. You had always loved Noah, sure, but this was different. This was real, and it scared the shit out of you.

You were in your car on the way home when you heard a familiar melody on the radio.

I made another mistake

Thought I could change

Thought I could make it out

Promises break

Need to hear you say

You’re gonna keep it now

You thought about texting Noah, but before you could, right as you parked, your phone started ringing. You picked it up and Noah’s face filled up your whole screen. He was FaceTime-ing you. You hesitated to accept it, but decided to do it.

“Hi pretty.” Noah said smiling tiredly. He was lying in his bed, the sheets changed from when you were there. You smiled back.

“Hi handsome.” You said and he grinned at that.

“I have a question for you. And you can say no, but I need to ask you.” Noah said and your heart started racing. What could he want to ask you?

“Okay, what is it?” You asked him and he sat up properly.

“I wanna take you out.” He stated. You paused for a moment.

“As in a date or as in of life? Also that's a statement not a question. ” You asked and he laughed.

“Well now that you're annoying about it it's both” He said and you laughed too.

“What are you thinking?” You asked and he shushed you.

“Don’t you worry about anything, just be ready tomorrow at 6. Deal?” He demanded. You didn’t mind this side of his.

“Alright deal. Do I dress nice or casual?” You asked and he thought for a second.

“You can dress nice, be better than how you’re looking now.” He grinned mischievously.

“Rude! Alright you’ll see, Sebastian. You’ll see.” You pointed at him in warning. He laughed and scratched his head.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. 6 pm sharp!” He pointed out and you saluted him.

“Yessir.” You yelled.

“Oh I like that, bring that energy tomorrow.” He winked and you blushed.

“Who says you’re getting any? Depends how good the date is.” You said and he smiled.

“I’ll have to do my very best then.” He said and you smiled at that.

“Alright im gonna go shower. Bye.” You said and he pulled his phone all the way up close to his face.

“Bye bitch.” He said in a funny voice and hung up. You laughed to yourself. Maybe you didn’t have that much to worry about when it came to your feelings for him after all?

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The next day your entire wardrobe was on the floor of you room. You had absolutely NOTHING to wear and it was stressing you out so much. It was only 2 pm so decided to run out to your car and get yourself some new clothes. You wanted to look your absolute best for your date with Noah tonight.

When you arrived at the mall you, admittedly, went a little crazy. You maybe have bought a little too much than what you needed, but hey, then at least you had options.

You went into the bathroom and did your hair and make up, then went back to the living room to get your bags of new clothes and went back to the bedroom so you could plan out your outfit. Before long it was 5:30 pm and you were just about ready for your date. You decided to clean up the mess you had made in your room, and when all your clothes were back in the closet and your floor was finally visible again, you heard a knock on your door. You checked your watch, 5:59 pm, right on time.

You ran to open the door. When you did, Noah was stood, wearing a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned so you could see his a bit of his chest tattoo and in his hand he was holding the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen.

“Oh my god Noah, you didn’t have to do this.” You said as you grabbed the flowers and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged you back. He smelled amazing, and you had to stop yourself from clinging onto him.

“‘Course I did, I’m trying to woo you.” He said and you giggled. You locked eyes for a second before you turned around to put the flowers in water. As you were cutting the stems, Noah leaned on the back of your couch and crossed his arms. His sleeves were rolled up so his tattoos were on display. The way his shirt was hugging his figure was driving you insane.

When the flowers were in water you placed the vase on your dining table and turned towards Noah. He looked you up and down, then pushed himself off the couch and walked towards you. You got very nervous suddenly.

“You look beautiful.” Noah said and you looked down, blush creeping across your cheeks. He held your waist with one hand and lifted your chin with the other, making you look at him. He smiled slightly at you, your breathing mixing in the most intoxicating way.

“I mean it.” He said and you closed your eyes. You felt the slightest ghost of his lips on yours and your heart started beating faster. Before you could comprehend what was happening he pulled away, leaving you confused and yearning for his lips.

“We gotta get going sweets, lots of plans for us.” Noah said, and you blinked. He grabbed your jacket and opened it for you, ready to help you but it on. You smiled as you brushed off the dazed feeling and let him put on your jacket for you.

You walked out to Noah's car and he opened the door for you. You smiled as you got in, making sure everything was inside of the car and Noah closed the door. He jogged over to his own side and got in, then smiled over at you as he started the car. He put on some music he knew you loved and drove out onto the main road.

As you were looking out the window, you felt Noah's hand on your thigh. Not too high up, it was just there. You looked at it and then at him, and he was looking at the road with a small smile on his face. You matched his expression as you looked back out of the window.

After driving for a while, you pulled up into a restaurant. You had never been here before, but it looked Italian.

"Wait here." Noah said and you complied. He ran over to your side of the car and opened it for you, taking your hand to help you out of the car. As you got out, he tugged slightly on you hand, leaning in close to your ear.

"Good girl." He whispered, smirking at you when you blushed. He locked the car and wrapped a hand around your waist, leading you to the front door. He opened it for you and you walked to the hostess stand.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?" The woman asked, and Noah nodded.

"Yeah under Noah Sebastian." He said and you smiled at him, then back at the woman.

"Of course Mr. Sebastian, right this way." She said, smiling and leading you to your table. It was off to the side of the restaurant, kind of hidden but now too close to the kitchen either, it was just perfect.

"There you go, a waitress will be right with you, here are your menus. Enjoy!" She said and both thanked her. You looked over the menu and everything looked amazing.

"God this all looks so good, what are you getting?" You asked and Noah hummed.

"'I really don't know, this is so hard." He said and you giggled a little.

"Oh real mature Y/N, your mind is so dirty!" Noah exclaimed and you laughed. The waitress came over soon after to take your order.

"I'm thinking the fettuccine and then maybe a Sex On The Beach. Can I have a water with lime on the side?" You asked and the waitress nodded.

"And you sir?" She asked, and Noah closed his menu.

"That sounds good, I'll have the same." He said, smiling at you, then looking at the waitress. She wrote it down and smiled at you both as she took your menus. She walked away and you and Noah looked at each other.

"So...what made you want to take me on this date?" You asked and he smiled.

"I didn't wanna go back to normal." He said simply, and you blushed. You held his hand and his thumb stroked the backside of your hand.

"Good. Me neither." You said and he smiled brightly. You were kind of lost in each other when the food arrived and you split apart to let the waiter put down the food in front of you.

As you ate you talked about what you had been up to the last few days.

"Yeah so Jolly and I had this huge fight cause I wanted to release it as a single, and he wanted it to be a deluxe only track, but we figured it out." Noah explained and you nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me? You always call men after you fight with Jolly." You asked. He squinted his eyes at you as if to contemplate if he should say the truth or not.

"I uhm...I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me." He said and you furrowed your brow. He kept explaining.

"Well you left kind of in a hurry while I took a shower the other day and I didn't know if I had like crossed a line or whatever, so I wanted to give you space. But after three days I couldn't handle it anymore so I just called you." Noah said looking down at his food and taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh well I just uhm. I didn't know if you wanted me there anymore. I think it was just my brain overthinking but after you said that stuff in the morning it just seemed a little like it was time to leave." You said, not meeting his eyes.

"Oh honey no, absolutely not! If it was up to me I would be in your company 24/7, I think we just misunderstood each other. I would never want you to leave are you kidding?" Noah said as he reached out for your hand. You smiled at him and giggled a little at the silliness of it all.

You both finished your food and Noah paid, leaving a big tip for the waiter and then led you out of the restaurant. Again he opened the car door for you and helped you inside before getting in himself.

"Where are we going now?" You asked and he chuckled.

"You really don't know what the word surprise means, do you?" He asked and you laughed.

"I'm just curious! I don't know how much you have planned!" You exclaimed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Don't worry your pretty head about that. Alright I'll give you a hint, we're gonna drive for about 10 minutes now. You just sit there and look pretty, maybe pick some better music." He said, nodding his head at the radio. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and but on a playlist of your favourite music.

You arrived at what looked like a mini golf place and your body filled with excitement.

"Are we playing mini golf?" You all but screamed and he laughed.

"Yeah princess, we're playing mini golf." He said as he helped you out of the car. You jumped in excitement and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you and you looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" He said and you squeeked as you pulled him along to the entrance. Noah paid for your clubs and you wen along to the first hole.

You completely felt like you were in a movie, Noah treating you with the absolute utmost respect and giving you the Princess Treatment. The thing was, you were waiting for something to go wrong. Chase had really messed with your perception of peoples intentions and even when it was your very best friend in the entire world, it still felt like he was lying in some way. You played a few holes without saying anything and Noah noticed. You had reach an area where there was a bench that was little secluded so Noah pulled you over there. You sat down and he had an arm around you.

"What's going in in that pretty head of yours?" He asked and you sighed.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just being crazy." You said, picking at your nails.

"That's a little extreme don't you think? What are you thinking about? You're so quiet." He said, running his hand along your arm.

"Well...I think I just feel like you're overcompensating kind of." You said quietly and he didn't say anything. You squirmed in your seat, very uncomfortable. You had definitely just said the wrong thing and hurt his feelings and you were already trying to come up with a plan to get an Uber home.

"It makes me sad you would think that, because I've been trying to show you how you're supposed to be treated." Noah said, looking at you. You didn't dare look at him.

"I'm sorry." You said with a shaky breath and Noah pulled you close.

"Don't you dare apologise, this is not your fault. I know he beat you down emotionally and I know it doesn't take just a cute mini golf date to fix that, but I wanna try. I really care about you, I would like to see you in a more romantic way, and whatever you need if it's reassurance or something else I wanna give that to you. Are you okay with that?" He asked and you felt tears brimming your eyes.

He spoke with a softness you had never experienced before. You had always liked it when he talks but this was something else entirely, this made you calm down inside, made you believe everything he said.

"Yes I'm okay with that." You said, voice cracking. He hugged you closer. You looked up and him and he wiped away a tear that had spilled.

"You really wanna date me?" You asked and he nodded smiling widely.

"Yes, more than anything." He said and you hugged him. He chuckled at you eagerness.

"I take it you feel the same?" He asked with a laugh. You nodded vigorously and he pulled away a little and grabbed your chin.

"Kiss me then." He said and your eyes widened. You realised how close you were to his face, his fingers tugging you closer. His eyes focusing on your lips. You leaned in closer, the ghost of his lips making electricity run through you. He looked you in the eyes again and you licked your lips, suddenly feeling like the driest you've ever felt. He leaned in the rest of the way and you lips connected.

You had kissed before, obviously. But this was different. This had meaning. This was the step over the line you had been worried of crossing. This you couldn't take back. And god help you, you never wanted to either.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens band #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction

[xjulixred45x]

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Idol! Reader

Gojo/Geto x S/o who is a Japanese idol/Singer.

Reader: female/male

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: Gojo xd, some Canon divergent with Geto, mainly set in Star Plasma Vessel Arc, S/o has a ritual technique related to singing, the Idol industry is toxic ASF, fluff.

Main idea i have: You are a student at Jujutsu High, but you work part-time as an Idol (and you take advantage of the bad work environment to exorcise curses)

Satoru Gojo

Of the two, he is the most likely to know about your career as an idol.

When he sees you for the first time at Jujustu High, he looks at you strangely for a long time to try to remember where he knows you from (you look something different without all the production).

but when he finally realizes it, like the FREAK he is, he points it out shouting at Geto, killing him with shame, and you end up meeting your future significant other.

As you may have noticed, he is quite open about your career, probably using the excuse that it is because it is related to your cursed ritual, but the truth is he just wants to show you off xd.

Although of course, if you ask him to stop, he will. But when you see how tiring it can be to have to juggle two jobs at the same time, being a Sorcerer and an Idol nothing more.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Gojo probably has AT LEAST a small set of your merchandise, AND HE'S GOING TO SHOW IT OFF TO YOU, he just really likes to embarrass you (in an affectionate way).

I have the idea that Gojo couldn't sing even if his life depended on it, so it would be funny if you tried to teach him your technique (which requires SINGING the high notes) and he, wanting to imitate, only comes out with a sound similar to a drowned duck(?)

If you borrow his phone to search for something and look at the playlist, chances are you will find several of your own songs,even the Acapella versions (no instruments, just the voice), in a way it helps him relax a lot, especially when you go on different missions.

I can see him going to see you at one of your concerts, just to embarrass you a little, screaming and making a mess, at first glance he seems like an average Famboy, but he's YOUR average famboy 😅

If he doesn't go to your shows, at least try to cheer you up, either by going directly to your dressing room to lighten things up a bit, even though it ends up being the opposite.

Gojo: YOURE A BAD BITCH!

You:IM A BAD BITCH!

or leaving a voice message so you know you have his support :3 (although the first is more likely)

Moving on to more serious things, Gojo really worries that working in two stressful environments (one much more lethal than the other) will end up screwing up your mental health in the long term.

Even more so when he finds out how toxic the Idols' work environment is.

leaving aside the "debt" with your company (which is covered by those of the institution), the competitive environment, the haters who constantly harass you online (and in real life), the "fans" who rather are sick people who follow you everywhere--

He can't even be publicly physical with you or any kind of PDA! or say that you have a partner, because oh God knows how people would react to that.

It honestly makes him a little sad to see how you break your back to keep both jobs relatively stable, only to have your effort swept under the rug. it frustrates him.

Gojo isn't that worried about your physical appearance (although the outfits you wear to shows are very cute), but he won't let you starve yourself>:( If he eats something, get assured he'll make you eat too.

When he sees that you are having a particularly bad day, first of all he will try to make you feel better by making you laugh, if you refuse, then he will tickle you! or if you want to vent and let out work frustrations, go ahead.

lots 👏of 👏cuddling👏and👏hugs👏

He's just very clingy, and since he can't show much affection outside on the street and has to limit it to home and school, he makes the most of it.

He may or may not offer you some kind of more domestic date, like playing video games and intentionally letting you win, making comments that he knows will lift your spirits.

If we talk about the most current Gojo, it is most likely that you have already retired from the world of Idols, but you are still part of the training industry part-time (actress/actor or something similar).

and also by that time your relationship with Gojo would be more public (to his delight), of course, there was some commotion, but it is the least important when you live in a world with Curses.

aside, honestly, any Stalker/paparazzi you might have had before, he got screwed as soon as he was even on the same block as the two of you, Gojo is just intimidating when he wants to be, and he appreciates his time with you TOO much for someone to come and try to ruin it. (keyword, Try).

Get ready, now that Idol's job is not a problem (something like that), he's going to take the opportunity to have the most ABSURD amount of PDA you can imagine.

hugs, holding hands, you hang on to his arm, his arm around you, kisses, pet names, he has a whole arsenal.

He still really likes listening to you sing, but I especially imagine that he likes you singing to him to sleep, canonically this man doesn't sleep much, so having you sing to him would probably help him sleep much easier.

It's a good way to relax when he's had to deal with the big boys, just laying on your lap, eating something sweet while you sing him one of your songs. a strangely domestic moment.

He even takes off his blindfold to see you when you sing, it's kind of cute.

If you stroke his hair in the process, it's an absolute BONUS.

Even if you end up leaving the singing career completely, Gojo will always, ALWAYS find a way to show it off to his peers (everyone finds him EVEN more annoying than before thanks to this, Even his students, well, minus Itadori maybe).

Overall, find your Idol career endearing.

Suguru Geto

He's less likely to know about you as Idol than Gojo, but you seem familiar to him in a way.

It's not until 1- either Gojo tells him directly that you're an idol or 2- you go on television and he just sees you. both are equally likely (Gojo wouldn't say it right away just to annoy him for a change).

Be that as it may, at first he is much more interested in your Cursed technique related to singing than to your secondary career.

(note: this occurred to me because the musical note "Si" would literally translate into Japanese as "Shi" meaning "death", you could say that this may or may not be part of your cursed ritual, it's interesting).

It's similar to cursed speech, after all. So initially your friendship with him begins out of pure fascination and curiosity about your abilities.

Although of course, your other work does not go unnoticed, Geto honestly believes that it is something ingenious, because initially you would never think to find so much negative energy in a place like the Idol world(people seen as "pure and angelic"), and it turns out to be quite the opposite.

He found you fascinating in many ways, which only piqued his interest more.

Unlike Gojo, Geto is much more focused on your work as a Sorcerer than as an Idol, which doesn't mean he sees it as a bad thing! Not at all, it's just that it can connect with you better with the first more than the second.

Although yes, he also really likes to listen to you sing (without a cursed ritual or not, it doesn't matter, he thinks you sound very good either way). He feels especially proud when you sing him a future song alone.

He just stands there watching you sing and smiles like a fool. It's therapeutic.

Even if he's not as hyped about your work as Gojo, I can definitely see him giving you a lot of compliments when you wear the outfits they give you for the shows, they're so CUTE! And they make you look even more adorable!

He also cares a lot about your health! He always makes sure to have throat medicine nearby (whether outside or on missions) in case of emergencies. Apart from the fact that he wants you to have a healthier weight (by the beauty standards of the Idols, it is quite difficult).

He feels worried when he sees you worried about losing your supposed "extra weight" when the only thing he sees are your ribs☠️

Geto:"lets get you a Burger"

You:"i can't eat tha-"

Geto:"LETS GET YOU A BURGER, I CAN SEE YOUR BONES"

He can, wants and will take you to eat junk food after each mission, and when I say each one, IT'S EVERY ONE. He simply doesn't want you to end up hospitalized for anorexia or worse, faint in the middle of a mission due to lack of nutrients, the possibility scares him a lot.

Aside from the fact that he won't let you feel bad for being a healthy weight, and he won't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about it (unless they wants to see the rainbow dragon, but not in the friendly way).

He was already pretty aware that the idol environment is pretty bad, but hearing it (and in some cases, seeing the consequences) from you directly is a whole new level.

The slave-like schedules, the impossible standards, the "diets" that practically boil down to not eating, the strange people you run into on a daily basis, it honestly surprises him that you can stay like a Sorcerer with how little you eat and sleep.

At least he doesn't have to worry about money, although I still highly doubt he'll let you buy him things at first, he prefers that you give YOURSELF some self-care

Although he is calm knowing that you can handle yourself well, he definitely can't help but get a little angry when he sees your name on some gossip page or something like that.

Unlike Gojo, I think he will directly ask you to leave the Idol job, but with good arguments, and obviously understand if you don't want to leave, after all doing this kind of thing takes YEARS of preparation, it makes sense that you want to continue with the work as much as you can.

especially if you like it.

but he will definitely be more aware of your situation and in general more present in these types of things and not only those related to Jujustu.

You two become a more stable couple, so to speak.

Going forward to the present day, regardless of whether Geto remains in Jujutsu High or turns evil like in canon, the two remain close.

Mimiko and Nanako ABSOLUTELY admire your old work as an idol a lot, like, a lot, especially Nanako. which is quite cute to see, since you give them the same hairstyles that you used to wear in your youth or even singing your old lyrics to them, Geto could die of cuteness right there.

Listening to you sing when he's had a day full of dealing with "monkeys" is the perfect way to end the day sincerely, even if it's just a hum, it practically puts him in a good mood right away.

Unlike Gojo, I think he would also like you to sing as a form of entertainment (if you feel comfortable), like having background noise while he does things, according to the "work better that way." He says, but only wants You to sing SPECIALLY for him.

The family LIVES to hear you sing too, if you are with them while they wait for Geto, Mimiko will probably ask you with puppy eyes to sing them something to kill time. works 9.5/10 of the time.

Like waiting music.

If you're still in the entertainment industry, you two probably take advantage of money from whatever association hires you >:).

IMAGINE HIM COMING TO SEE YOU WITH THE FAMILY IN SOME VIP SESSION! The girls are taking a lot of photos or recording videos (I imagined them doing the Oshi no Ko dance 🤣😅) and simply admiring how the monkeys are idiots and you are unattainable to them

In this case, I don't think it's necessary to say what happens with the paparazzi or stalkers you used to have >:)

if we talk about Teacher! Geto is not very different from Gojo in several aspects, perhaps just a little more insistent on the issue of choosing only ONE job.

I think if you chose to stay as a singer and leave Jujustu's world, he would be VERY relieved in a way, at least he would never have to worry about him losing you to curses, and you know how to defend yourself very well, so the chances of you something bad happens as a singer are low to none.

In short, he will let you do what makes you happy as long as it is healthy and you are in control. He loves you too much to care about your work.

See your career more as an accessory, in a good way, you will always be more interesting ;)

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I have two Request in waiting, but first i Will try to Write one o two other scenerios that i want to make. Have patience with me :')

I hope You like it!

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Me Gustas Tu - J.W

Tags/Warnings: Fluff; Nothing really, gn!reader, very little rereading cause that’s my brand now

Word Count: 1.1k

Song Inspo: “Me Gustas Tu” by Manu Chao

Jung Wooyoung likes a lot of things.

He likes the color black. He enjoys the simplicity of it. Appreciates the way he can dress it with anything and can find familiarity within it. It’s a quiet color. The color he comes back to at the end of the day in his bedroom. One that helps calm him and rest his mind after a flashy, long, overwhelming day. It’s the color that surrounds him and allows him to be himself. 

He likes seeing you sleep peacefully under his black comforter in his room. When he comes back at the end of the day and you’ve already made a home in his bed. Even in the darkness of the muted color, you brighten the place immediately with your presence. He wouldn’t consider himself a romantic, too realistic and practical in his thoughts to even entertain the idea. But when you give him that tired smile and dig yourself into him when he finally gets under the covers? When you murmur lowly, still half-asleep, about how much you missed him and how warm he feels? Well, he feels like he could write volumes of poetry.

He likes clothes. He adores the way he can express himself through what he wears. Clothes make him feel safe, make him feel like himself. He likes piecing things together that people may not have considered, and end up shocked when they see how well it matches. Clothes make him feel confident. Can completely shift his attitude one way or another. Make or break his entire mood. A good outfit can define his entire day. 

He likes seeing you in his clothes. Particularly this one black hoodie he has. It’s oversized, even on him, stretched out from years of use. But goddammit, he just can’t get over how comfortable it is, even after all this time. Can’t bring himself to get rid of it. And seeing you in it? When you leave your fragrance on it for him after having “borrowed” it for a few days? When you send pictures to him, wearing it while he’s away on tour? He thinks it has to be his favorite piece of clothing.

He likes gaming. It’s one of his favorite stress relievers. Being able to come home and hop on a game, not think about anything else besides beating this one goddamn level. Losing himself in the storyline of Assassin's Creed and mindlessly doing quests that he’s done at least five times before. Others may find it repetitive; He can’t begin to count how many times Yunho has given him a funny look for playing the same story again. But he enjoys it all the same.

He likes when you play with him. When you get excited playing FIFA against each other. He pretends to get huffy when you beat him (even though he couldn’t deny the flutter in his heart and the gentle smile playing at his lips while watching you celebrate.) He likes to teach you how to play a new game. He can sit even closer to you and help guide your fingers over the controls. You know exactly what he’s doing, and when you poke at his cheek to call him out, all he has to defend himself is an eye roll, and I just want to make sure it’s an even playing field, love. He didn’t even mind when you simply sat near him to watch him play. He enjoyed your presence, knowing that you simply wanted to just spend time with him. Maybe you were talking to him about the game, or maybe you were talking about your day. Maybe neither of you was talking about anything, the orchestral music of the game filling the air. He didn’t care. He had you.

He likes cooking. It allows him to learn new recipes, and explore different parts of the globe right in his kitchen. He can focus on a recipe, the rest of the world fading away from purview. Similar to his clothes, he likes making the food aesthetically pleasing too.  He enjoys the chaos right before the calm of being able to enjoy his creation. He likes how he can mix various items to create a tasteful dish. Being able to say that he created something of his own.

He likes cooking for you. He likes seeing the way your eyes gleam and the wide smile you offer as he sets your favorite food in front of you. And yes, he learned and mastered the perfect recipe for it. His heart pounds in his chest whenever he asks you to try a new dish, awaiting your honest answer. And you do answer honestly, something he appreciates every time. 

He likes dancing. It gives him a way to express himself, aside from his clothes. Where words fail, he communicates through movements. He can let his body move on its own accord, responding to the beats and melodies in the songs in its own way. Actions speak louder than words, and when he’s dancing he feels like he can recite his own Shakespearian play to the world.

He likes dancing with you. Being able to put on a record and taking your hand in his, grinning as you bashfully lean into him, allowing him to lead you around the room. He likes to press his face near your ear to hum along to the song, swaying you side to side and gently guiding your feet. He likes hearing you laugh a little at the corniness of it, but melting into his body nonetheless. He even likes dancing for you. When you stay with him at the studio and just watch as he shows you a new routine he’s putting together. And when he finishes he can see the starry look you have in your eyes.

There were times when his feelings felt conflicted. Moments where he had to debate if he actually liked something or if he simply wanted to like it. 

One thing was for certain though.

Jung Wooyoung likes you. He likes your patience with him. He likes your smile. He likes the way you make these small faces at something when you were focused on a task. He likes the way you bite at your nail when you get lost in thought. He likes the way your eyebrow quirks when you want to react to something. He likes when you poke his dimples when he smiles at you. He likes that you can effortlessly get him to laugh - really laugh. A laugh that reverberates in his chest. And god, does he like the feeling he gets just being around you. A feeling that warms his whole body, that leaves subtle tingles under his skin. 

One thing for certain?

He loves you.

This was written by @/ro-written and is not to be plagiarized, translated, or distributed anywhere else. Copyright Ro-Written 2023.

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I didn't know where else to ask this but gekko or cypher nsfw alphabet, if you could do both that would also be amazing Ty :>

warnings ;; fluffy smut

art by @/ShkretArt on twt 

divider by @/benkeibear on tumblr

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Can’t promise he’s super great at it, mainly because he won’t know what to do. You ask him to get you anything, he’s on it in an instant. He’ll be asking you constantly “are you alright hermosa?? do you need anything? how can i make you feel better?” Just all over the place wanting to take care of you. 

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your smile, and your eyes. He’s a sucker for pretty smiles, and thinks it looks amazing on you no matter what.  

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He can be pretty messy sometimes, and he loves the taste of you. He’s practically addicted to it, always asking if he can be in between your legs. He wants it all over his face, such a pussy/cock drunk baby he is. 

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You’ve definitely made him cum in his pants once or twice. He’s embarrassed about it, and refuses to ever tell you. 

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very inexperienced. Only knows things he’s seen from porn videos, and stuff you’ve shown him/things you’ve learned together. But trust this boy is definitely an avid learner when it comes to pleasuring you. 

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves cowgirl, it’s his favorite thing to see you riding him.  

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

100% more of the humorous type when it comes to things. Cue small fail moments and shared giggles with one another. He just can’t help himself sometimes, he’s naturally a jokester no matter the setting. He just wants to make sure you’re having a fun time, always.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he’s pretty well groomed. He has some hair down there, and just between us, the carpet totally matches the drapes. He loves spunky colors, why stop at his head? He actually finds it funny.  

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He has his romantic moments, only sometimes if he’s really in the mood. But he likes to keep things light hearted for the most part. He just likes to show his love and passion for you in different ways. 

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

More times than he should. He’s not ashamed of it either, wether its alone or with you around. 

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

MOMMMY KINK!!! He loves to be nurtured. I can also see him having a lactation kink if you two ever decide to get pregnant, he just wants to lick and suck on ur milking tits all day <33 Bit of roleplay for sure, loves overstimulation whether its you or him. Oral fixation, this man can stay between your thighs for hours and not budge. He also loves when scratch or mark him, always giving you back bruises and hickeys in return. 

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can get you alone tbh. It could be in the bedroom, living room, work, public bathroom, you name it. He’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it. 

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pouting. This man cannot resist a cute little pout even if his life depended on it. He also loves when you wear cute little outfits and lingerie sets, it always riles him up. 

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not really a huge fan of things like CNC, or anything super forceful/rough. He gentle, loving, and very playful if anything else. 

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both equally, easily. I’d say he’s pretty sloppy with it at first when he’s giving, but once he gets the hang of it he’ll know just how to make you feel good. When it comes to receiving, he’ll let you do what you please, as long as you’re comfortable so is he. 

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what you want him to give to you tbh. If he had a preference, he’d rather do slow and sensual, that way he can drink in everything you’re giving him. Sometimes if he’s really riled up, and lord knows he just can’t resist your begging, he’ll pick up the pace for you. 

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them, enjoys the thrill of it. He loves when it's sloppy and quick. As often as you or he wants to, he doesn’t mind. This man always has a need for you. 

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh absolutely. He’s a thrill seeker. He loves to experiment in different things, and he loves when you do it together.  

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

After some experience, he can quickly build up his stamina. He’ll push himself to the very limits just for you. 

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any originally, but he’s not hesitant to buy anything you wanna use. He’d love to use toys on you– vibrators, dildos, gags, etc. He’d mainly use them on you, but he also wouldn’t object if you wanted to try some things on him. Anything to please you this boy will do. 

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He adores teasing, but he’s never mean about it. 

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get a bit loud at times, but he tries to keep quiet so he can hear you a lot better. He’s  a very vocal person in bed. He also definitely whimpers. 

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gekko’s soft whimpers bounce off the walls, his soft breaths coming out in shaky pants. His hands were everywhere on your body– your thighs, waist, breasts. Touching you anywhere he desired to grab. He was in a trance, watching that pretty little body of yours bounce on top of him. His gaze focused to where his cock continuously disappeared in and out of your tight little hole. “Qué lindo,” He whispered out in awe, willing his eyes to stay open through the pleasure. His head was thrown back at one particular slam of your hips, a loud groan escaping his lips. He could feel your hands run across his chest, your voice barely registering through his ears. “You can do it baby boy, give me one more,” Your soft voice cooed out, insides clenching around him almost painfully. “Fuck– you keep doing that and I’m gonna cum,” He’d breath out in response, letting the pleasure take over him until you both hit your breaking point.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Gekko is very lean and athletic. He’s more on the slimmer side, but he’s very defined. Long legs, pretty little slender fingers.   

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Probably higher than most. He gets real obsessive with you when he falls in love.  

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he’ll pass out right after, or at least whenever you go to sleep. He’s usually holding out for you no matter how spent he is.

#smut #valorant smut #valorant x reader #x reader #valorant #valorant gekko #gekko smut #gekko x reader

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hoo characters playing animal crossing

percy: he would be mostly focused on fishing and diving and would be the first to complete those sections of the museum. he would purposefully go for the ugliest/weirdest villagers just bc he thinks it's funny. he would not hit them or be mean to them tho he'd feel bad about that. his island is a mess, his pockets are constantly full and he's dropped trash and random items everywhere. annabeth comes over just to tidy it sometimes. she is also his sugar daddy in the game provides for him financially, she is the only reason he even has more than one room in his house. he has random fish tanks all over his island and half of it is decorated or organized but each area is only a little bit done bc he gets distracted. aka half laid paths that are mismatched. he only has decor items that he thinks are cool like the super expensive cars and boats. sometimes after visiting annabeths island he is inspired to make his nice, but that doesnt last long. his villager doesnt look like him, it has blue hair and he rotates through a few different blue or orange shirts

annabeth: her island is planned out down to the inch and has a nice overall theme, with beautifully planned areas. she's got an italian outdoor cafe outside her shops, and atlantis themed beach etc. she picks villagers based off if their houses match her aesthetic, it's a bonus if they're cute. she also def wouldn't abuse her villagers either that's not even an option. has bred all the flowers and is dominating the turnip market like no other. she's maxed out her bank account a long time ago and just chills supporting her and percy. also they send each other gifts and love letters in the mail all the time. annabeths villager looks like her and she has different outfits depending on what activity she is doing ie. terraforming, swimming, bug catching etc.

piper: her island is purely based on cutesy cottage core aesthetics. she only allows girl villagers on her island. she would torture the ugly guy ones that she was either forced to get or accidentally got there bc she forgot to island hop. she has also bred all the flowers. she sorts her villagers based on vibes and each little neighborhood area has a specific theme going with matching decor and flowers. she would use the og animal crossing paths that take up a dozen design slots. she changes her outfit every day but her villager looks like her for the most part. she makes a lot of her own designs for clothes too

leo: probably the most insane about the game tbh. he heard piper making an all girl villager island and out of spite made his an all guy island. he also would bully villagers, trapping them in fences, hitting them with nets all that. he and piper visit and send stuff to each other the most. his island is as disarrayed as percy's but much more chaotic. he just has random campfires, bonfires and torches everywhere its like walking through a mine field. he also works the turnip market a bit but just enough to afford his chaotic spending habits. his villager always wears that one flame shirt but the hair and skin change constantly. he LOVES pitfall seeds and everyone learns pretty quickly to not come to his island unless you want to be stuck in them the entire time. he learned how to make custom designs and uses it to put random signs all over with memes and random shit

jason: he was peer pressured into getting the game and hasn't made it very far. he's still in a tent and doesn’t even have bridges or inclines unlocked so he's trapped to one section of his island. he maybe has three villagers rn and their houses are all perfectly aligned with his own. he has a few pieces of decoration outside their houses and stuff but nothing coordinating, and only his native flowers. he visits leo and pipers islands and is amazed. mostly just enjoys running around with them and doing tasks. his villager maybe has a new tshirt but otherwise the generic jeans and pants from the start screen and looks identical to him

hazel: she gets all the cutesy villagers and gets very emotionally attached to them even if they're ugly and cannot be mean to them or let them go. her island is similar to pipers but not as overwhelming. it's got some flowers and some similar decor but she's just vibing and not putting much thought into it. she is the first to become best friends with all her villagers and gives them gifts every day without fail. usually the gifts are matching outfits. she also makes sure she talks to all ten of them every day. her villager also looks like her but changes her outfit to match the gift she gave her villagers that day. she makes cute custom fits and hangs them in able sisters

frank: his island is like perfectly gridded, every house and building is spaced evenly apart and all the pathways are the same brick. leo visits and is like "bro. you dont have to make ur island as rigid as the army" and frank didnt even realize he was making it that way until just then. he doesn't really care which villagers he has as long as they're cool and doesnt get attached. he has some decor but like, the bare minimum. he spends a lot of time catching bugs and is the first to finish that section of the museum. his villager looks like him and he never changes his fit

nico: he was forced to begin playing by will and at first did not care but then several weeks later when will asks to play again suddenly nico has put in nearly 1,000 hours and has surpassed will in everything. he is stupidly rich like annabeth but no one knows how or even wants to ask bc they know he didnt work the turnip market. he probably hacked the game or found a glitch or something. his villager looks like him and always wears the same all black outfit. his island is like a big maze and everyone always gets lost bc he does a ton of terraforming. he and will are the only people who can successfully navigate it. his house never has the lights on but its pretty nicely decorated. he is the first to finish the art section of the museum and has his favs displayed around his island

will: his island is choatic but cute. like, he decorates but there's not a lot of rhyme or reason to it. he gets villagers if they're funny and bonus points if they remind him of someone he knows irl. he HAS to change his outfit every day, sometimes he changes his hair style but otherwise it looks like him. pretty chill of a player like hazel and is just happy to be there and play with his bf. he likes fishing and catching bugs. also gets high friendship levels with his villagers via gifts and would never bully any of them but isnt afraid to kick them off if they're ugly

reyna: like jason she also was forced to get the game, and like nico, doesn't care at first. but then secretly she puts in a lot of hours. like months later jason visits her island and they're like "oh shit i didn't even know you still played." her island is neatly organized, but in a mix between annabeth's and franks. it has a cohesive aesthetic but is pretty orderly. she plotted out which ten villagers she wanted before she started playing and once she gets those ten she's done searching. she made sure she had 1 of each personality type and everything. she works the turnip market but not obsessively and she has a few flower types bred but not the whole collection. there is no extra flowers or trash or any dropped items laying around and definitely no weeds. she has a daily checklist of tasks she goes through each time she plays. her villager looks like her and she probably doesnt change her fit much

#this was a big discussion i had w a friend last night #we also discussed how they would be when playing minecraft but thats for another post #hoo #pjo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo #will solace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #percabeth #solangelo #animal crossing #the seven #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordan universe

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Solomon, Simeon & A Platonic Luke! with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what their reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will they react?

Solomon

When Solomon first meets Goth MC he is intrigued, he'll raise his eyebrows at them and give them a smirk. Solomon knows that Mc is Goth from the second he sees them. He's a human & he's an old ass bitch. He knows a lot dudes. Solomon would hold all his teasing until he was a little closer to Mc. Knowing that Goth Mc may be sensitive to whats said to them, he doesn't want to have them hating him before he even has a chance to know them.

Solomon won't out right say it but he's def into the goth look. Solomon will for sure say something like- "You look perfectly dead today MC." To Goth Mc just to tease them. He really means that Mc looks gorgeous, but don't worry Solomon is sure to say this as well- "You look drop dead gorgeous today Mc." He just finds it so entertaining to poke fun at Goth Mc's gothness while also complimenting them.

Dating Solomon is playful. Solomon is always teasing Goth Mc, whenever he gets the chance. Mc and Solomon are walking around at night and they see a bat flying around? "Look Mc! It's you!! *pointing at the bat with that stupid grin of his*" Now Solomon may tease Mc like crazy, but if he notices someone making MC uncomfortable or notices Mc actually getting upset by someone else's teasing he will gladly step in. He has all kinds of ways to get somebody to leave MC alone. He is the shady wizard after all. But Solomon will let someone tease Mc as long as Mc's cool with it. Solomon may find what the person says to be funny and he may even use it to tease Mc later on.

Solomon will happily indulge in Mc's goth antics. Mc wants to go to a concert but he might not like the music? He can use magic to drown it out, as long as he's with Mc he'll stand there with a smile on his face. Mc wants to go see a scary movie or go to a haunted house? He'll go with them, but if Mc jumps at all, they should prepare for a years worth of teasing from Solomon. Honestly he'll never drop it. "Mc! Do you remember when we went to that haunted house? That ghost on a stick popped out and you jumped like 10ft in the air!! You should have seen you're face!" Old man is cackling. Rolling on the floor cry laughing at the memory.

Receiving gifts from Solomon is always interesting. He either gives something to Goth Mc as a joke, or he'll have a really thought out gift that he gives while teasing them. Gifts from Solomon range in all different ways. Mc misses firework shows in the human world? Solomon just so happens to have a spell that looks very similar to a firework show. Why are the colors dark and fitting to Mc's goth aesthetic? "Everything I do isn't meant to fit you're aesthetic Mc. Its just dark colors, you're such an Edge Lord" don't let the old man fool you, he absolutely did it specifically for you. He just wants to see his adorable apprentice happy. He will gladly theme and make everything dark colors just to see Goth Mc smile.

Simeon

When Simeon first meets Goth Mc he thinks its a facade. Although Simeon thinks Goth looks adorable on Mc, he can tell that under that dark attire is an "angel". Mc can do no wrong in this mans head. Their just a human who needs some guidance. Simeon doesnt find Goth Mc to be scary or offputting. The complete opposite actually, Simeon sees this human who wants others to find them a certain way so that nobody approaches them. But Simeon can see Mc's bright soul, how can he choose to not approach such a lovely person?

Simeon is very intrested to learn about Goth from Mc. He loves to understand more about humans, and talking to Mc is a bonus! Simeon is a charming chill angel, if he doesn't like something that Mc does, Mc would never know. Simeon loves all that Mc does tho, perfect little human in his mind. Simeon is happy to listen to Mc's music choice or "help" Mc find Goth attire in Devildom. Mans just got to the Devildom himself. He doesnt know goth the best, even after Mc explains it to him, so he'll pick some dark colored clothes up and- "Mc is this Goth? Whatever it is to would look good on you!" He's trying his best please be patient he might eventually catch on.

Dating Simeon is like how opposites attract. A Goth Mc who doesnt smile a lot and is usually wearing all black? A perfect fit for the smiling angel who is usually wearing white! Simeon will particapte in Goth Mc's interest but its more of im doing this because the person i care about likes it type of thing. Its not that he dislikes their interest they just aren't his choice of activities. Thats not to say he won't have fun doing these activites with Mc. Seeing Mc's smile makes everything worth it. If Mc and Simeon watch do something that offputs Simeon slightly, he may take a day or two before agreeing to partcipate in the activity again. But he suprisling handles all of the activites well for an angel. He always has that charming smile on his face, for example even while watching a horror movie. Hes just happy to be hanging out with Mc!

Simeon's favorite activitys would be writing short stories with Goth Mc. Yes, Mc's stories are much darker than his. He loves reading their ideas and stories! "Mc this is amazing! I was on the edge of my seat while reading it! You should consider writing a book!" Simeon means it. Write a book Mc, he'll buy all the copies. He also enjoys doing poetry with Mc. Their poetry may be very different but he loves hearing Mc's dark poems. The ones that are dark and sad but still somehow a love poem always make Simeons heart flutter! Simeon also really enjoys doing pumpkin carving with Goth Mc. It doesn't even have to be close to halloween, he just loves the domestic feel it gives. Bonus when Luke joins and it makes him feel like a family carving pumpkins. Simeon can carve pumpkins rather well, but its not the showing off he likes, I just feel like he likes pumpkins. He thinks their cute man, have you ever seen a tiny pumpkin? Adorable.

Simeon is really sweet when it comes to gift giving, but some gifts can seem useless. "Mc! I saw this itty bitty pumpkin! It looked so cute i just had to buy it for you! *holding out a tiny pumpkin with that loveable smile*" Cute Simeon, but the pumpkin will rot unless Mc figures out how to use magic to keep it from going bad. Simeon will get Goth Mc all kinds of gifts. From tiny pumpkins to goth accessories to a random drink because it had a cute ghost on it. Everything makes him think of Mc, and he loves seeing Mc smile, so he doesn't mind buying the gifts! Simeon's also the type to add a little post it note or sonething with a little goth doodle for mc when he gives these gifts. Mc! You better save those! Sometimes its just a little bat doodle other times its a cool but scary looking castle doodle, stuff like that. Little ways to show that he cares and that he's thinking of the goth human.

Luke (platonic)

When Luke first sees Goth Mc, he defiently freaks out. Not in a good way. "What the?!?! I thought Mc was supposed to be a human?!? Did the demons already make Mc a demon??!?" Calm the smol angel down and explain that its just how Mc wants to look. Luke does not understand and will take either a lot of explaining or some time to adjust. Luke probably treats Goth Mc almost similar to how he is with demons at first. Lots of scoldings from Simeon, and Mc standing up for him a few times and the young angel will be besties with Goth Mc!

Now Luke may not understand why Goth Mc dresses the way that they do, Luke will still not tease them for their appearance. He even stands up for Mc when someone else teases them! "Don't talk to Mc like that y-you demon!!" Now Mc has to stand up for Luke and beat up some demons because the demons are calling Luke a Chihuahua. He may be one but leave the poor child alone. Together Mc and Luke will defeat all the bullies! Friendship power! Or something cringe like that.

Being Best Friends with Luke is interesting... lets be honest, Luke can not do scary stuff. But he'll try and be brave and go into the haunted house with Mc. "I'm an angel Mc! I can't just let you go in there alone! I have to protect you!!" Very sweet of him, but Mc will spend most of the time protecting Luke. They hold hands and Luke will cower behind Mc at any jumpscare. Dont point it out or you'll have an angry embarassed puppy. For horror movies, in game Luke always seems to be trying to watch them and then getting scared and having nightmares. So Goth Mc has to choose very light scary movies, the ones that are barely scary. Luke will still get scared, so Mc and him always have a sleepover after watching scary movies. When Luke wakes up in the middle of the night scared from a nightmare, Mc's there to comfort him. Goth Mc will gladly fight ghosts for you Luke!

Luke loves baking or making sweets! So Goth Mc and Luke are the Halloween sweets masters! Sorry Barbs move over, Luke's the baking master now. Luke makes the cutest Halloween sweets! Mc has never seen such a cute cupcake! Luke makes all scary things look cute on his sweets. A zombie? Now its an adorable zombie! Who'd be scared of that? Luke, Luke would. Please refrain from pushing the cupcake towards him and saying "boo!" Luke also loves pumpkin carving. Or making food out of the pumpkins! Luke's carved pumpkin is always adorable, its usually just a silly face but sometimes he goes for a more intricate design! Luke's pumpkin food is the best! And he almost always gives the first taste testing to his best friend, Goth Mc. "Mc! I made this new pumpkin tart! Here!! I wanted you to be the first to try it!! Tell me what you think!" Goth Mc and Luke being besties would be so cute, change my mind.

Receiving gifts from Luke is adorable and sweet. Luke gives Goth Mc all the spooky/Goth sweets he bakes or finds. He'll give Mc goth stuff as long as its cute. Oh a bat plushie on a keychain? "How adorable!! Mc would love this!" He immediately gets two. What? The bats cute! And who doesn't want to match with their best friend?

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Thats all for now babes! Sorry this took so long! I struggled doing Solomon's part, nonetheless I hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! More stuff will be coming soon! So stay tuned! Stay safe! & Stay cool! ‹𝟹

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yangyang dubcon...??

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includes/warnings hard dom!yangyang, fem!reader, semi public sex, dubcon (attempt), anal, drunken sex, innocent!reader, plus sized friendly!reader, perv!yangyang, savior complex, virgin!reader, pink and white aesthetic!reader, being watched, ass eating, cum eating, licking, more clothed sex, unprotected sex, fingering, stealing of virginity, filthy talk, wall sex, corruption, etc

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a/n i’ve never written anything dubcon! so this is a first for me! if the dubcon part isn’t very good, i’m sure the smut is ;)

pink glossy lips. pink glossy lips that wrapped around the lips of the beer bottle, the fowl taste travels down your throat and into your tummy.

your friends are all laughing and drinking and eating the baskets of wings that sit in the middle of the table, forks poking into wing after wing and shoving messy wings into their own mouths, sauce smearing on the corners of their lips but they’re too intoxicated to care. your slower though as you pick at a wing, cleaner with the sauce unlike your friends.

you weren’t one for drinking. not at all, actually. you’ve drank maybe once or twice before, but those times were on new years and your grandmothers birthday party where she wanted to give you alcohol at only eight years old. she thought it would be funny, to “expose you to the real world.” at that time you swore to never drink alcohol again. that was before you made friendships with this group. the group that peer pressured you into drinking several different types of alcohol, that you later threw up on the sidewalk walking home.

your outfit tonight was pink. like the innocence that dappled on your cheeks and the innocence on your plush lips. thats what caught his eye from across the bar. he almost spilt the drink he was shaking on himself from the distraction of you. you, a mere stranger to him. a cute stranger with the cutest little plumpest belly. your color palette was pink and white, even the color of innocence. couldn’t he wait to get that little white crop top off of you…

you visibly cringe as another quarter of the bottle enters your insides, and it tastes as awful as ever. your onto your third wing of the night, the powerful flavors burst in your mouth making your eyes widen. you reach for your water to only find out it being the beer.

you spit it back in the bottle in a panic, it doesn't really soothe the heat the wing brought to you. you hear a soft giggle behind you, one you don’t recognize. all your friends are completely oblivious to the outside world, the world that welcomes you with an inviting hand. so, you take it.

“you seem very uncomfortable there. are you a drinker?” the red haired boy asks you, a soft smile on his lips. god, he can’t wait.

“er… no.” you say, climbing out of the booth with the help of a stranger, wearing a shirt with “buffalo wild wings” in big white letters on the front. you conclude that he works here.

“if you want, i could mix you up a drink if you want. its a simple little drink i highly recommend for new drinkers.”

seems trustworthy enough.

you blindly follow your savior to the empty bar, where he slips behind and starts fumbling with the bottles. the sounds around you disappear as you focus on the soft clinks of the bottles as he hunts for what he needs.

“so what’s your name?” he asks.

“y/n.” you respond, arms rested on the smooth bar counter.

“im yangyang.” he says, turning around with a bottle im hand, flashing you a precious, gummy smile. if only you knew. “unfortunately i'm missing another component of the drink. want to come to the storage room with me?” he points over his shoulder to a direction you can only assume is the storage room he talked about. “i’m sure i can sneak you in.” he chuckles and leaves the safety of the bar, and wraps around to your barstool. he offers a black polished set of nails.

“oh sure.” you say, hopping off of the stool with his assistance. you feel like two little kids on their way to a magical journey.

the storage room was only several footsteps away as all you really had to do was traverse through the high-top dwellers as they munch on their wings and adding to their collection of glass bottles for the poor servers and bussers to collect.

the two of you disappear into the storage room and yangyang closes the door behind him and twists the lock.

he sets the bottle from the bar onto one of the backup tables that were shoved against the wall across from the door.

“sit here.” he hoists you up on one of the low washing machines, catching a little sight of the mess underneath that little pink plaid skirt, your little pink undies that he couldn’t wait to rip off. your legs swinging back and forth, careful not to smack the washer too hard and break it, watching as he hunts for the final bottle. “so, were those guys your friends?”

“you can say that.” you reply, jumping at the sounds of the corks popping off, one of them skyrocketing and smacking the ceiling of the room, earning a childish and amused giggle from you.

so innocent. “so you don’t drink, but they brought you for some drinks?” you nod slowly, and watch as he frowns and pours small amounts of both bottles into a shaker, and he mixes the drinks. it doesn't take him very long, so he adds a little cherry to the top and a ring of hershey's syrup. “this is what i call a chocolate vanilla drink. it’s my specialty, and its very popular with non-drinkers.” he stands in front of you, and hands you the glass of the alcohol.

you tip the glass up and you already cringe, expecting a fowl and nasty taste. but instead you're greeted with a pleasant taste. a vanilla taste with hints of chocolate and even strawberries. it was like a perfect haven of flavors.

“whaddya think?” he asks, positioning himself in between your legs, and watches as you take another sip. “good enough for another sip i see.” he comments, a smug smirk on his face. “let me have a taste.” he says, but you were mid sip. so the logical solution?

he presses his lips to yours. you almost choked on the drink, but he takes it from you. the drink gets thrown back and forth between your mouths before he steals all the alcohol and swallows it. when you pull away, he helps you down from the washing machine. he grabs your hand and leads you to the table the bottles were just on earlier.

“bend over.” he commands, which, you do. intoxicated by his alcohol and intoxicated with his presence, you can’t really disobey him. you couldn’t push him away, even if you wanted to.

you feel him push up your skirt, his hands groping your plush ass and slaps his hand across your cheeks. you feel his warm breath against your hole, his fingers reaching to move your panties out of his way and let it fall to your ankles.

you suck in your teeth as the cool air hits the hole in between your cheeks, clenching and unclenching nothing. your body knew exactly what it wanted. his tongue makes contact with your hole, drunken moans escaping from your glossed lips, fueling the boner that was no longer so small.

the warmth of his tongue makes your legs shake and your unsure of the stability of your legs let alone the table. the loss of his tongue makes you whimper in defeat to only have it replaced by his long, slender fingers that you clench onto immediately.

“fuck, so tight.” he groans. “imagine when i shove my cock into that cute little hole of yours. think you can take it?” he swaps his fingers with his tongue and his fingers snake up to your pussy folds, his two fingers rubbing circles and threatening to enter.

“oh please.” you beg, your arms reaching to below the table, gripping on to the metal legs and support beams for dear dear life, already feeling hella stimulated with just his fingers and skillful tongue. you grind yourself on his face, earning another slap and a squeeze to your ass.

“gon spank this pretty ass of yours red raw.” his voice is muffled from it practically being buried in between your plump cheeks, hand coming in contact for another smack to your rear. he’s smirking as he watches your cheeks jiggle with each hit, and basks in the sounds of your whimpers and cries.

“m’gonna cum!” you cry out, your sweet white liquid coating his hands. you risk a glance back to see his veins visible, the rolled up sleeves of his pearl snapped company shirt absorb your ropes of white, well aware he would have to go back out in public, wearing your cum.

he licks a stripe up your ass, stopping at your hole to lap up the rest of your release, nothing but a smile on his lips as he stood up and pressed his growing bulge to your bent over for him.

“you feel this? this is what you're doing to me. ever since you walked in this joint.” he growls, rubbing himself against you. his hand grips your face and forcefully turns it to make you look at the corner of the room, a small black security camera settled in the tippy top of the crevice, witnessing everything that was happening. “think we can give them a show?”

your forced to oblige to your savior as he fumbles with his belt. your not sure if he’s drunk or just excited because he struggles a little, keeping your begging, begging hole waiting. the zipper of his jeans is loud and its his turn for something to fall to his ankles, his black boxers following his jeans.

“hold tight baby.” he cooes, and you listen to him as your grip on the metal tightens. his tip itself struggles to slip inside your tight tight hole, the stretch was painful and it oozed a little amount of scarlet red blood to drip down your leg. “little princess is a cute little virgin hm? never had a big dick like me hm? don’t worry y/n. you’ll feel better after i’m done with you.” with a growl he pushes himself in slightly more, getting by inch by inch inside of you, slowly stretching you out further and further. the pain was tolerable with the alcohol that surged through your system.

he was finally able to push himself balls-deep inside of you, skin-on skin. he gave you some time to adjust and get used to his size, before slowly pulling out and slamming himself back inside. you stumble forward, but his grip on your waist holds you along with your grip on the table. he slaps another hard smack to your ass, each smack getting harder and each new smack leaving a large white print on your cheeks.

“not gonna let you fall.” he reassures you, pulling out and slamming himself back inside, this time much harder. “little girls gonna get a creampie from her hero.” he says, pressing his nails to your skin to form crescent moons. marks he wished he were permanent. marks to simply claim a cute little stranger as his fuck toy.

you didn’t know what it felt like to have someone shoot a thick seed in you. but you began to grind yourself on his hips to get closer to your curiosity, but another sharp sting and you cry out as he spanks you again.

“please.” you whine out, unsure of what you were begging for. his thrusts became more violent and more aggressive to you, your worst fear becoming true: the table underneath you snapped.

you were almost sent to the floor when his strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you up. “said i wasn’t gonna let you fall.” he grumbles, using his hands to make you stand up, flipped you around, and pressed you to the wall. this new angle allowed him to push even deeper inside of you, the wall muffling your moans as he pressed his hand to your face. “fuck.” he groans, pressing his lips to your neck, his teeth capturing your skin and sucking on it gently. “m’gonna cum. ready for it babygirl?” the pet name rang in your ear, your legs are on the verge of snapping and letting you fall. his free hand slipped forward to rub your pussy, his fingers pinching your clitoris, giving you another sensation.

“i’m about to cum.” you shriek, your hands pressed against the wall, trying to grip on to nothing as he was slamming into you. you cum on his cock and on his fingers, which was like sending him into a frenzy.

his thrusts quickened, and he felt his high coming closer and closer. finally, he came inside of you, feeling his seed mix with yours and drip down your legs.

“looking so pretty for me.” he whispers in your ear, his hand massaging your folds peacefully, helping you ride out your high.

“perhaps,” you begin, speaking with heavy breaths, “i should drink alcohol more.”

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jellicle lineups; part 2/4

MOREEEE !!! MOREEEE !!!

rumpleteazer | 💰 🍹 🃏

PIGTAILS RUMP! PASTEL RUMP. blond rump. that is all. i really love that design. so i use it. the face markings are also meant to look like a stereotypical robber mask. i realized she looks a little fox-like while drawing her, which i didnt mind ! its fun !

her clothing design was already laid out for her so i left it virtually unchanged, asides from the pattern itself. imagine wearing clothes w a print of your best friends hair . that is rumpleteazer

even though 1 of her 3 words are impressionable, i think she is smarter than she lets on. i also think skimbleshanks is her dad. she'd be about 21 in human years

mungojerrie | 💸 🎰 🍾

PIGTAILS JERRIE AS WELL, BITCH ! i saw a jerrie w pigtails after i drew this and i felt so vindicated. i also based his design directly on 2019 mungojerrie because ommgggg transgender calico? trans little calico? i thought he deserved some pearls too. as well as a bell collar! it makes cats sneakier.

his clothing design is left unchanged too, asides from some fluff. he is also wearing a print of his best friends hair . smile 😃

hes just a funny fella. he totally doesnt have a history or anything. hed be 21 in human years

coricopat | 🍷 🔮 ♟

coricopat is pretty close to their replica design—the biggest difference being that the red in their design is warmer/purpler. that and the silver collar! i also had no idea what i was doing with her fit, so expect it to change in the upcoming art i do of him. i just wanted something gothy and flowy

hes also based on thalia, the muse of comedy. to keep the greek mythology theme going, and because i thought it was funny, and because (2x) i like... The Gimmick

i swear to god this cat knows things we dont. hed be like 22 in human years

tantomile | 🎭 🍩 🗝

tantomile is also close to his replica design. she has a gold collar. like i said w/ coricopat, the outfit is subject to change

as she was based on melpomene, the muse of tragedy, i decided to sacrifice identical makeup for the white mark on their muzzle being downturned like the frown of the tragedy mask :] giggle. smile

listen to all advice tantomile gives you. shed be also like 22 in human years

george | 🥏 🧋 🛹

i just had to give this (technical) swing some love. bless this happy background cat and his little :D smile. i decided to give him a simple little fit and made his fur/markings less plain white w some stripes. i think i also based his makeup off a victor costume ??

i think hes pouncival's older brother. hed also be 23 in human years

mr. mistoffelees | 🪄 ☕ 🌬

my silly, my funny. my little guy. i based their general Vibe on his john napier concept art, obc mistoffelees, 1990 paris mistoffelees, 2019 mistoffelees, and like. a fairys kiss of brentoffelees. i wish id have given him a bit of that il sistina style but i already had so many things going on LOL

it was definitely a very fun challenge to balance all of these. i also draw attention to the single white shoe—the cutest detail of timmy scotts misto

i definitely prefer a more visually unnerving, grown misto. and absolutely torn between portraying him as mute or verbal because on one hand... mute misto is so good. on the other hand.... oh my god. timothy scotts voice.jesus christ . i think hed be 23 in human years

the rum tum tugger | 🎤 🍽 🪞

WELCOME TO MY TWISTED WORLD. i really tried to keep tugger as cis guys i really did. but the thrall of a visually transgender tugger was too much to ignore. i already explained a lot of his design choices in my first posted drawing of it but like... blauhh... thigh garter, heart, golden whiskers/lashes. they are there. i also made his makeup a wee more theatrical w/ white on the chin to visually separate him from partridges tugger

i also decided to base his fur more on his obc design. like. terrence mann tugger. platinum blond spotted mane and head fur and such. i think it looks really good

im trying to hit the sweet spot between the goofy/serious/whiny/promiscuous portrayals of the him..... the man contains multitudes, you see. hed also be like 24 in human years and it goes without saying that hes one of deuts sons

AND THATS IT. stay tuned for more !

#cats the musical #cats musical #cats 1998 #character design #chibi #sfw furry #rumpleteazer #mungojerrie #coricopat #tantomile #george #mr. mistoffelees #the rum tum tugger #my art

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The Designer’s Desire [Mitsuya Takashi]

an: based on this delicious thirst idea from the lovely 🐻 anon!

prompt: you want help from Mitsuya to look good for your date, problem is that Mitsuya wants you to look good for him...

pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x female reader

warnings: mirror sex, feral Mitsuya, biting, mark making, unprotected sex, pussy fingering, creampie, implied breeding kink, cheating (but only if you squint - it was only a first date)

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You looked nothing short of perfect.

The colour of your skirt brought out the beautiful hues of your eyes and the fluffy sweater that hung from one shoulder complimented your skin. A simple outfit made extraordinary by the person who wore it and Mitsuya silently seethed.

This was his effort, something he hadn’t wanted any part in but he never could say no when you pulled the puppy dog eyes on him. He turned you more forcefully than he meant, fixing the belt around your waist and half tucking the sweater into the skirt to set off the outfit.

You watched him work, no complaint when he moved you with little delicacy. It was surely the way he worked, having watched him prepare and help out during shows, he always had a slight heavy hand when he was rushing.

His gaze was dark, the lavender of his eyes far deeper than usual and his brow pinched low. You took it for grumpiness, after all, he really had tried to get out of this favour you’d asked of him.

Mitsuya Takashi had been your friend since he had taken you on as a seamstress to pay the bills whilst you were in college. Those days were long gone but your friendship remained firmly intact. There was only a few years difference in your ages, and when Mitsuya had told you he was on the hunt for a new roommate, you jumped at the chance. He was an easy guy to get along with and was more domestic than most, all was perfect.

You thought he would have jumped at the chance at helping you out, it was his specialty after all, but he’d only looked at you with an almost crestfallen expression before it changed into a scowl. You wanted to dress to impress, it was the first date with someone who you hadn’t expected to ask you out. Nervous was an understatement and feeling like you looked like a million dollars would go some way in boosting your confidence. So what was his problem?

Why did you accept the date in the first place?

That was what he wanted to know. Takashi studied you in the floor-length mirror in the spare bedroom that he used as a home studio, and watched with disdain as you fingered the soft, fluffy sweater he’d helped you buy earlier. It was him that made you laugh when you were sad, he was the one that asked you about your day and offered advice when you asked for it. He was the one that you sought out in your time of need, he should be the one taking you out…

Fuck his concerns. Fuck the insecurity that you might turn him down, that you’d push him away with a laugh and tell him he was being ridiculous. In truth, Mitsuya had wanted to ask you out the very day you had interviewed for him.

He found you down to earth, funny and so effortless to talk with. The fact that you were a natural beauty also lured him in like a moth drawn to a blazing flame. It would have been wrong to pursue you romantically when you worked for him, and as time dragged on and you grew closer, the more he feared losing you. Mitsuya wasn’t a man used to feeling fear, but he was sensible enough to understand that you meant more to him than a simple fling. You may not work for him anymore, but he hadn't taken the risk... yet.

As he stood here, gazing at you looking so excited for this damn date, the more his grip on himself slipped. The more he wanted to show you that you should be with him and no one else - ever. You were made for him and he would be yours forever if you’d only have him.

“Hey, ‘suya? Everything… alright?”

Your voice betrayed the light playful tone you were trying for. Chewing your lip as you made to turn to face him, but he was done. Done with denying his feelings for a moment longer. His hands fell to your waist, spinning you back to the mirror and taking the one remaining step that had kept you at a respectful distance.

“What do you see?” he asked, winding his hand over your stomach like it had always belonged there. Takashi held his breath, willing you to see what he did, how fucking perfect you looked together. How your head fits snugly against his collarbone and the way his hands looked so right on your body.

“Us,” you breathed, lashes lowering and he could feel the heat from your skin searing his own.

Takashi pushed aside your hair, fingers catching over your neck and making you shiver with the rough drag of his calloused skin. His eyes never left yours in the reflection as his head lowered and his mouth found your pulse. Feeling how it fluttered under his lips.

One slow, careful lick and you tilted to give him more room. Your hand came up to clutch at the one over your stomach, fingers sliding between the spaces and interlinking you further.

“I see perfection. I see my deepest desires, and I’m going to show you exactly why you aren’t going anywhere tonight. Why you’ll never need another man in your life.”

Gasping loudly, Mitsuya grabbed your shoulders and turned you into him. Your hands shot out to steady yourself, bracing on his firm chest and staring into such darkly lit eyes. His first kiss was tender, slow and full of yearning that you didn’t even realise he’d been hiding from you. As you returned the kiss, moving in time with his lips he became rougher until his lips slanted over yours and he dipped you back with an arm around your waist.

Licking along the seam of your lower lips and pushing into your mouth the very second you opened to him. His tongue swept over your teeth, twinned with your own and explored the space. A mirror to how he held you, how his palms smoothed over your back and down to your plump rear. Splaying fingers groping and tugging you into the line of his body.

This was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Mitsuya was a handsome man, funny, clever and caring. Never had you thought he’d want you like this but that only excited you further. Made your skin sing as he learned your curves and touched you feverishly.

Everything was roaring in your ears, the minutes slipping away as you once again found yourself staring at the mirror but this time what you saw stole your breath.

A litany of possessive marks covered your neck and collarbone, the sweater was long since torn over your head and taut nipples so prominent through the sheer cups of your bra. Takashi’s arm hooked around your hip, his hand disappeared beneath your skirt as his fingers fucked into your drenched pussy. The heel of his palm rutted against your clit whilst he pressed yet more open-mouthed kisses to your throat.

He grunted each time you mewled for him, his thick erection rocking into the crease of your ass and fuck, you wanted to bend over and take it. Take it like a good fucking girl, his girl and that was a new thought.

“Oh, ‘suya!”

You were so close, teetering on the edge and he chuckled darkly. Let his chin rest on your shoulder whilst he curled his fingers and watched you come undone by his hand.

“Takashi, please. Call me Takashi or Taka.”

Your eyes flew open as you felt your thighs tremble and your orgasm washed over you. The intimacy of being asked to call him his given name mixed with the skilful way he thrust into your sopping cunt was more than enough to send you into freefall.

Takashi held you tightly, anchored you and cooed softly in your ear as you came back down to earth. Whispered both sweet sentiments and lewd desires. You could only smile, a feline-looking grin that unfurled slowly as you stretched up and hooked both hands behind his neck.

You looked hot in this position and Takashi clearly agreed. The sound of a belt coming undone and buttons being released made you throb anew.

“Not done, sweetheart. Need to make you mine. Say your mine, please?”

He was the perfect mix of dominating male and caring man that wanted to bend you to his will but only as far as you were comfortable with.

Momentarily distracted by your skirt being unzipped and ripped down your legs to pool on the floor. The nudge of his hot and heavy cock pressed between your thighs and made you dizzy with need.

“I’m yours - all yours Takashi.”

He groaned at your sultry admission, at how his name sounded as it rolled off your tongue and the little restraint he had managed to hold on to snapped.

Takashi bent you at the waist, bracing your hands on the cool glass of the mirror whilst his foot kicked your stance wider and he was fucking into you on a single breath.

Big, so very impressive and it was more than enough to make you yelp at the stretch. His pace slowed, growling against your shoulder as he worked you open with shorter thrusts.

“Sweet… fuck! Baby, lemme in. I’ll be gentle, promise,” he whined.

Slowly but surely, with determination and such loving affection he kept his promise. Whispered words of how much he had desired you and for how long, not only for your body but everything about you. He wanted the whole package, wanted to be your man and the only person you’d go on a date with ever again.

Arousal slid down your thighs as his hips drove into you, the clap of his thighs meeting the back of yours and the wobble of your ass created a sinful melody that would only be known by the two of you.

You needed more, gazing at the image reflected and crying out from how fucking good it made you feel, to see Mitsuya so turned on and close to feral was such a turn-on.

“Taka - harder. Oh! Oh fuck!”

The words were barely out before he was slamming harder, rocking your frame but keeping you standing by the firm grip on your hips. The hem of his shirt clenched between his teeth, watching in ecstasy as his cock disappeared into your velvet walls and hugged him to perfection.

It was as if you were created to take him, the fit was snug without being painful and the shape and girth of his cock angled in the perfect way to blissfully torture that firm spot on your front wall that made you wobble and shriek.

The pressure in his gut was close to painful, his balls so highly drawn and heavy with the need to cum. He needed you to drag him over the edge with you, wanting to cum together. A hand snaked over your waist until his thumb found your clit, rolling over the bud and grunting with how tightly you clenched down on him.

Your body bucked and jerked, knees close to giving out entirely. Takashi hauled you upright for those last few moments, the sloppy thrusts that chased his end whilst you panted and sobbed. Your head rested on his shoulder as he bit your neck and flooded your pussy with his thick creamy essence.

“Takashi…”

Voice quiet and fogged with fatigue, he pulled from you gingerly and cursed under his breath as cum poured down your legs but it didn’t stop him from lifting you into his arms. Kissing your head, your temples, your hot cheeks and finally your lips.

“Definitely can’t have you going out with my cum dripping down your thighs, baby. I’m hoping… that you don’t wanna go out… Did I make my intentions clear?”

Your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling that lazy elated smile of a girl who had hoped for a lot tonight and got even more than she had dreamed of.

His gaze flitted down to your face, concern heavy in his expression and you smoothed it away as your free hand touched his pinched eyebrows and cupped his cheek.

“Crystal clear, but you still gotta take me out on a date.”

“Anything for my girl.”

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[eldritch-spouse]

Bestie pinnie!! I am so very tipsy, is there any chance you could do some hc's of the icons with a drunk/tipsy s/o? One that's affectionate and shit?

Hope the dungeon is going well!!

[This was a while ago, hope you're okay lmao. The dungeon is alive and full.]

TW: Dubious consent.

Vesper finds this so cute. Oh, you're so adorable. A couple drinks and you want to climb him like a tree, you're just the cutest. Vesper meets your affection twofold, cooing and goading you into waxing poetic about how you feel regarding him. He's also definitely taking this as an invitation to find out what type of drunk you are doing sex. Do you get sloppy and lazy or are you the type that comes alight with passion? The giggly ones are always fun.

Zizz also thinks fondly of these moments. He's one of the icons that drinks the least, so you can get pretty drunk around him, Zizz will be there to protect you (though never from himself). He welcomes your affection, enjoying petting you while you ramble half-coherently and love on him. He's the type to lay there with a wagging tail and point to several parts of himself, asking you to kiss them if you really love him. Eventually, he'll recommend you sleep it off on him, what he does to you while you're in a drunken slumber stays forever a mystery...

Kalymir finds this so fucking funny. Look at you, you little bumbling fool! What a lightweight! He's on his tenth bottle, you're such a pussy (you are worryingly drunk, that was not a drink for humans). He definitely makes fun of you, leaning out of your reach when you try to kiss him and goading you into getting irritated enough to drunkenly snap at him. If you're half-crazy enough to bite him out of frustration, that's what he wants. For every smooch and coo you land on Kalymir, he slaps your ass and pokes around at you, but your pathetic state is getting to him. Wanna sweat that alcohol off, runt? Start running, he'll give you a head start since you're already giggling about it. He's laughing too.

Vorticia drinks plenty. There's nothing like a fine wine, even if she also indulges in harder stuff often enough. Point is, you're not drinking alone with her more often than not. By the time you're tipsy, she's hammered. And you'll note the way her serpent tongue gets the best of her because she starts slurring those "s"s pretty heavily. It's actually very easy to fluster the Queen in this state, so you'll get her to blush and laugh loudly, laying down somewhere just to enjoy some pleasant moments with her charming Queenie. She's definitely going to try to at least finger you a little, joking around when you react in shock, as if she's not really doing anything weird. You're likely to get very sloppy, drooling oral. She'll empty a bottle on you and go to town.

Cero is chastising you for having absolutely no self-control, even if there's a drunken tint to his cheeks as well. You're a complete mess, this is shameful, get a hold of yourself- Why yes, he is handsome. He's very kind to you, that is also true. My my, you're being very honest today, aren't you? What started as chiding and bitching very quickly turns into a reluctant tolerance, and then very eager conversation- As Cero blushes heavily and his usually frowning visage melts into a genuinely soft look full of adoration for you. He'll let you cling to him, kiss around and even stain his outfit, if only just to hear you say you love him more than anything, that you think he's so hoootttt and prettyyy and smart and wowwww. You should get drunk more often, he concludes.

Rinx has such an endless selection of liquor, it's a small miracle you're only tipsy and not blacked out on the floor. He's very talkative when he drinks, so your affectionate quips are returned with his own affectionate thoughts for you and invitations to try different brands- This one's so old, it might kill you, better not. He can't help picking you up and walking around with you under his armpit like a purse dog as he rambles on and on and flusters while you kiss at him drunkenly. There's definitely going to be some very messy humping at one point, he has yet to shut the fuck up, even when you kiss him.

Livius gets as drunk as you do, which takes more drinks than it does for you. Since he mirrors a lot of your mannerisms in all sorts of situations, he's also going to mimic your drunken stupor, to the best of his abilities. "I loves you"s are met with "I love you more"s and it escalates into stupid, cheesy comparisons. His voice gets high and whiny and Livius needs to have his arms coiled around you, he might even be more affectionate than you. He's very prone to tickling you a lot in this state, just to hear you laugh and try to torture him back. It's adorable and painfully lovey-dovey from start to finish.

#Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Cero oc #Zizz oc #Rinx oc #Kalymir oc #Livius oc #ravenlutionary

[h-harleybaby]

i had this idea where cartman confesses out of horniness,, do you think you could add onto my idea/elaborate? everything seems so much greater in your writing <3

OH?

I’M GONNA TRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

It took me like, 30 minutes to write this

Also I was about to draw my oc in a mock top but I looked at tumblr so like

IM GLAD I DID TBH IT SAVES ME FROM WANTING TO CRY BECAUSE IT DOESNT LOOK RIGHT

NSFW CONTENT

Cartman confessing out of horniness hcs

• Tbh Cartman probably had a crush on you for a long time but he didn't have the balls to do much besides horribly flirt with you. It's fine tho, you always thought it was sweet

• BUT GOD DAMN YOU MADE HIM HORNY LIKE S H I T

• You would always hug him extra tight and your boobs would always press against him! Or bend over in front of him and the all too familiar feeling of his pants getting a little tight would come back

• At first Cartman would refuse to jerk off to the thought of you, even if you gave him all those boners. It's degrading! Yeah no that didn't last very long he caved sooooo easily

• He was jerking off to the thought of you when he got home one time and didn't notice how the time flew by. He got a call from you at like, 7 pm and that's when he stopped... when he started at 3

• Yeah and then once y'all were done it was IMMEDIATELY BACK TO JERKING OFF- bro needs help at this point like damn. How horny does his man gotta be to be horny over your voice??? To be fair, you were also sending him pictures of you in skimpy clothes and asking for outfit advice. He felt kinda creepy about it but like, that faded pretty quickly

• The worst part about all of this? You always acted like you didn't know what you were doing and it made him so frustrated. Like how could you not know??

• What's funny is that you actually did know! You're just a really good actor, but not good enough he saw through you eventually. What can I say, the attention was nice

• Dude was getting so desperate he started acting differently, it started to concern his friends at some point. They all started calling him pussy whipped, which honestly didn't make sense but they didn't care

• Yeah but anyways, he started doing a lot more gestures to try to show you how much he cared about you and stuff. Usually Cartman's a lot more smart about this but it felt like he was losing braincells the more he thought about you, which was like, ALL THE TIME

• But you're still not getting the hint! Who knows how the fuck you're not but you ain't

• In a moment of pure desperation he flat out tells you, well he probably didn't mean to. He was trying to make a joke about how you're hot and that backfired so, so badly

• Cartman started getting flustered and started rambling. The gist of his rambling was that you're really fucking hot, he's really horny, and he's had a crush on you for the longest time

• It was really funny, and he's about one step away from begging on his knees for ANYTHING

• Just touching your boobs or your thighs, a handjob? Hell even a kiss, ANYTHING YOU'RE WILLING TO GIVE HIM HE'LL TAKE

• In fact he DID start begging, thank fucking god that it was at his house when he was home alone or he would've died

• Honestly, you don't know how he talked you into him thigh fucking you but he did. He's a smooth talker and knows how to manipulate people, it's actually not too hard to believe that he could do it

• AND GOD IT FELT GOOD

• Cartman felt like he was in heaven tbh, and he cummed embarrassingly quick because he was so desperate. He then proceeded to think about how good your pussy would feel and got another boner

• Yeah he's a smidge pent up and horny, but thats fine! You end up helping him out, whether it's eventually or that day and he's fine with that

#h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader #harley’s anons <33 #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #harley’s requests!

[sakurapika]

Reviewing New Year Sale Outfits in Twisted Wonderland

In Japan, New Year's Day (お正月, or "Oshogatsu") is the biggest holiday of the year, and it is also my favorite. That being said, the TWST artists never disappoint when it comes to the art for this event, so let's review all of the cards!

Spoiler warning for upcoming ENG and JP sever event cards, including some Groovy art!

Round 1: 2021-2022

Kalim Al-Asim (SSR)

Look at him, he's so festive and cheerful

This Kalim, as well as Deuce's SR, have a special place in my heart. I started playing TWST the summer it came out, but I wasn't a "serious" player until around New Year. Kalim and Deuce were my first "duo magic" pair, and I love their interactions in the story as well.

I love his headband ribbon and how it matches his obi. The sparkly hakama also suits him. I'm excited to see Jamil's version of this outfit as well, but we all know it'll be a very long time until Jamil volunteers to work retail during the peak season.

12/10 he's so cute

Deuce Spade (SR)

I was surprised that this was just an SR, and that you could get him by finishing the event story. His outfit is so detailed!

I chose his Groovy art so you could see that he's wearing sneakers with his outfit, which I found funny. Cater is wearing similar shoes in his own SR, so it must be part of the Heartslabyul New Year attire. It still feels very in-character for Deuce.

The silhouette of his outfit is interesting. His jacket is short like a suit jacket, but has the sleeves of a haori. There are lots of elements of his dorm uniform, like the pins and sash around his waist.

Not only does he look awesome, but he chose to work during the New Year's Sale to buy a present for his mother.

12/10 very cool and wholesome

Round 2: 2022-2023

Ruggie Bucchi (SSR)

HIS HAIR!!!

Aside from Vargas Camp and his birthday cards, Ruggie doesn't have a lot of SSRs, so I'm happy for him. I look forward to getting him in the English server soon.

I love how Ruggie seems to have picked up a lot of merchandise from around the store. Aside from a fan, which all the boys are using as their "weapons" for battles, he has a little koi bag, which I love so much (I have a similar one). The little toy he's holding is called a den-den daiko (でんでん太鼓), which is popular for young children.

11/10 congrats on getting the job, Ruggie!

Cater Diamond (SR)

I chose to show his un-Groovy art, because it's easier to see his outfit.

His clothes are similar to Deuce's, except that his "vest" is red, and he is wearing a button-down shirt underneath. The mix of Japanese and Western influences reminds me of Taisho-era clothing. He looks like Kazushi Tatsuishi in the anime version of My Happy Marriage, which also happens to be set in the Taisho Era.

It's hard to see in this picture, but he has a hairpin in his hair!

10/10 he slays

Sebek Zigvolt (SSR)

He looks so dramatic with his gloves and fur collar, but are we surprised? He's a Diasomnia student, after all. I wish they had given him a different hat, though, because it looks almost identical to his dorm uniform.

This one makes me laugh, because he poses like my dad. Not seen in this image is Sebby's neon-green geta, which I think my dad would love (he likes having shoes in unusual colors).

10/10 who needs fireworks on New Year's Eve when you have Sebby?

Vil Schoenheit (SR)

He stole the show.

At first glance, his outfit may bear too heavy a resemblance to the regular Pomefiore uniforms, since they're already inspired by kimono.

With his fascinator hat, netted gloves, and black nail polish, though, Vil adds a sense of mystery and intrigue to his outfit. He looks like he is playing the role of a Taisho-era socialite who poisoned their lover and is now actively avoiding the police.

Either that, or he got divorced from Rook. After all, it looks like he is wearing a furisode (a type of kimono meant for single women) rather than a tomesode (worn by married women), like in his dorm uniform.

11/10. The storytelling potential is limitless.

Round 3: 2023-2024

Trey Clover (SSR)

I love his scarf and hat. His coat looks longer than Deuce's and Cater's, and more like a haori. Overall, it looks like a cozy combination.

Like Cater, he is also wearing a button-down shirt under his kimono, and his vest is green. Heartslabyul is the only dorm that gets a character in this event every year, so it's nice to see that the outfits are personalized for each character.

He looks like he could be someone's uncle, but you know for sure that he'd spoil his nieces and nephews.

10/10 very classy, if he was working at the store and I came to visit, I'd trust him.

Ortho Shroud (SR)

ADORABLE.

Something I've always found interesting about Ignihyde clothing is their use of sharp shapes and geometric patterns, especially in Ortho's case. I wonder how Idia's version of this outfit would look.

Ortho and Idia must've had so much fun creating this outfit together!

Infinity/10 if Ortho were trying to sell me anything, I'd buy it, regardless of whether I actually need it.

Rook Hunt (SSR)

He's wearing RED EYELINER!

His outfit is quite different from Vil's. While Vil is wearing a furisode, which is traditionally worn by women, Rook's outfit seems to have a more traditionally masculine silhouette (of course, this is just my interpretation). This probably means that Epel will get to wear an outfit similar to Rook's next time as well.

The peacock feathers on his red hat is also a nice touch.

His pose and expression remind me of Wen Kexing from the C-drama Word of Honor. They also have similar personalities.

10/10, he looks like he just stepped out of a period drama. I look forward to seeing the fanarts of him with Vil.

Jade Leech (SR)

Jade's card has to be my favorite from this year's lineup. I just love how they translated Octavinelle's suits into kimono, while keeping details such as the purple bow tie.

I'm obsessed with his haori--it looks fluffy. I'd like to buy five.

His pose is so...

Like Trey, he looks like someone's uncle (it must be the fedora). However, unlike Trey, he looks like someone's uncle who may or may not be part of the Yakuza. Instead of giving you money on New Year, you owe HIM.

He also looks like he goes door to door selling products, and is about to sell me what he guarantees is a genuine Toshiba toaster oven and absolutely not an overpriced knockoff that will short-circuit and cause my entire neighborhood to lose electricity.

11/10 I will buy that toaster oven anyway.

Which cards are you most excited for? Let me know!

#I'm an f2p player so I've been saving for them ever since GloMas ended #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #rook hunt #jade leech #trey clover #ortho shroud