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wolfiesmoon · 2 months

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Chocolate-covered strawberries

riddle x gn!reader

have u ever wanted to have a (totally definitely platonic with no romantic feelings involved, wdym? *wink wink*) sleepover w riddle? bcs if so, you might wanna read this

thanks to @chillpanda36 's plant related encouragement i am once again riddleposting (hope u dont mind being tagged ＞︿＜)

I kinda got carried away and wrote waaaaay more than I thought i would

"Wow, your room is so... swanky." you commented upon entering his room for the first time. It was decorated in checkerboard patterns and heart motifs, which was very fitting for the dorm of Heartslabyul.

You never expected him to actually agree when you jokingly suggested a sleepover, but you're definitely not complaining.

"Thank you. It was modeled after the Queen of Hearts' castle and has mostly stayed the same throughout the dorm's history. I only made a few adjustments to have it be better suited to me." he explained. Clearly, he took good care of the place since it looked very clean and organised.

"By the way, you won't collar me if I happen to break any of your weird rules by accident, will you?" you were still somewhat worried you'd have to sleep with that uncomfy collar around your neck.

"I will excuse you from the rules, just this once. But do not call the rules 'weird', as it is quite disrespectful to do so." he crossed his arms.

Well, atleast you're glad about that.

You placed down the little bag of stuff you brought with you just for this occasion. You got so excited you ended up planning out several activities for you and Riddle to do.

But first, you have pyjamas to change into! Riddle graciously offered to let you change in his bathroom. Even in there, everything is super clean and organised, almost to a scary degree. Somehow, you get the feeling that Riddle doesn't really know how to "have fun". In a 'casually messing around with firends' kinda way.

After changing into your pyjamas, you call out to Riddle to make sure he's done changing as well. Once he confirms he has, you exit his bathroom to find Riddle in an oversized, frilly pair of white pjyamas, the kind you'd find people wearing in the medieval times. Oh. My. God.

"Pffft.... You-" you had to pause to hold back from laughing. "You look like a starving victorian child." you couldn't help but point out the silly resemblance. The pjyamas brought the whole look together.

"I haven't the slightest clue what a victorian child is, but I am certainly not starving. Why must you constantly insult me with such strange phrases?" Oh, it makes sense he wouldn't get the comparison. And even if he did, you feel like he wouldn't be very amused.

"They aren't insults. Just little comparisons." You smiled innocently at him. While they are just comparisons in a sense, they are usually meant to rile him up a little bit. You just can't help but banter with anyone and everyone sometimes.

Riddle felt a slight shiver run down his spine since you reminded him of a certain someone who likes comparing people to sea creatures at that moment. Though your lovely smile didn't resemble his creepy grin at all.

Lovely... smile? What is he even thinking about right now?

"Are you... good? You're making a weird face." your voice snapped him out of it and he assured you he was perfectly fine. No cause for concern.

"You might not be starving, but are you in the mood for a little snack?" you tried your best to sound enticing, like you're mass advertising the little surprise you brought along with you.

"The rules state that-"

"I double-checked the dorm rules, don't worry. And I also know you don't like junk food, so I made sure my snack is on the healthier side. Sorry for interrupting you, by the way." you laughed awkwardly at his offended pout. But you weren't going to lie, his angry face wasn't intimidating or scary at all (atleast not right now). It gives off more of an 'angry little kitten' vibe to you. But you already made one silly comparison tonight so you feel like Riddle might appreciate this one even less.

"Well then. I'd like to know what it is." he actually seemed pretty interested in what you came up with. You dug around your bag, pulling out a packet of chocolate-covered strawberries.

"Feast your eyes on these bad boys!" the specific choice of chocolate-covered strawberries was a calculated one on your end. You had asked Trey about Riddle's food preferences before, but it was unrelated to this sleepover. You can only thank your past self (and Trey) for arming you with the valuable knowledge that Riddle likes strawberry tarts (and consequently strawberries, you hope).

"Oh. I suppose these look quite tasty." he was actually really pleasantly surprised about your choice of snack. It's surprisingly fit to his tastes.

How thoughtful of you...

"Here, have one!" you actually made homemade chocolate just for these. Trey gave you a good baking lesson on how to do that. So of course, you want him to be the first one to try!

He hesitates for a moment. Although the food you're giving him doesn't break any of the Queen's rules, it still feels off to be eating so late at night. Scheduled meals are so ingrained into his mind that he feels the sudden urge to reject the offer and go brush his teeth immediately.

But something strange blooms in his heart when he sees the excitement in your gaze and he submits, telling himself he'll do it just this once. For you.

He grabs one of the strawberries from the packet, slowly and hesitantly raising it to his mouth as if it were forbidden to eat. It still felt forbidden, no matter how many times he told himself it was fine to let loose sometimes.

"It's... delicious." he comments upon eating the entire strawberry.

"Oh, goodie! I was worried I messed up the chocolate, somehow." his eyes went slightly wide upon hearing that you made part of them yourself. He felt his chest tighten up slighly. In a good way.

"In that case, I shall have some more. And you eat them too, since you prepared them for this occasion." the two of you sat down on the edge of his bed, placing the strawberries in between you so you could both easily reach for them while talking.

You still made sure you swallowed the food before you talked though. To avoid a scolding about proper manners from Riddle.

"So, for this sleepover I was thinking we could try summoning a demon, playing board games, doing karaoke, watching a movie, playing 'would you rather', making a pillow fort, and-"

"What was that first one?" Riddle had never experienced a sleepover before, so he had no clue what people actually did in them but he always just imagined sleepovers were purely sleeping at eachother's houses, not doing anything BUT that. He could barely keep up with all of the things you were listing off, but the first one ESPECIALLY stumped him.

"Summoning a demon? Everyone tries that in sleepovers. Usually doesn't work." you shrugged casually, reaching for another strawberry.

"How... horrific. And utterly nonsensical. What joy do you get from doing something so horrible? Especially if you know it won't work?" he seemed genuinely stumped by the concept, which made you want to laugh but you held back since you didn't want to choke on a chocolate-covered strawberry. It would certainly be a way to go.

"It's about the thrill, Riddle. What if it actually works this time? You never know...." you whisper teasingly, like a narrarator in a horror movie.

"In that case, we are absolutely not doing that." he hates to admit it, but he's actually kind of worried a silly ritual might workmand is taking precautions right now to not let it happen at all.

"Hahaha, that's fine! We can do all the other stuff, then." you decided to take mercy on him after seeing how hard he's trying not to let it show that he's scared of demon summoning games. He reminds you of your friends on your first sleepover when you tried summoning a demon. All of you were acting tough and unbothered back then, but were deathly afraid and unable to sleep after.

When you reached for another strawberry, you just happened to grab Riddle's hand instead. Seems you were both going for the same one. Actually, that one's the final one!

"Oops... you go ahead and take it. I feel like I've had enough." you smiled awkwardly at him. Gosh, is it suddenly slightly hotter in here or is it just you?

"Thank you." Riddle looked away, turning his head so you wouldn't see his reddening face as he ate the final strawberry. He's kinda mad at himself for getting so flustered over an accidental hand hold. Your hand felt so... nice to hold. It would be so nice if he could hold it more often. Gah, what on earth is he thinking?! None of this is rational...

An awkward silence fills the room.

And you get a cheeky little idea.

You picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it at the back of his head.

"Hey. What do you think you are doing-HHMMF!" you threw another pillow, this time directly at his face as he turned around to scold you.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" you yelled out excitedly, already grabbing another pillow to defend yourself with as you scurried on the other side of his bed. You giggled at the way his entire face flushed red with anger.

"That was no fair! I was not prepared at all!" you totally caught Riddle off guard, but now he was prepared to have his revenge. He never had a pillow fight before, but if little kids are capable of having one, so is he. And he is quite confident that his magical abilities will give him the upper hand against you.

"Even if you were, I'd still win! They called me the pillow fight champion back in my world!" you throw a pillow at him, which he stops with his magic.

"Oh, we'll see about that. You've had quite enough of landing hits on me, I believe." he smirked confidently at you, feeling a childlike excitement running through his veins.

Now that he thinks about it, it has been a long long time since he has felt this excited and relaxed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do this over and over and over again.

In moderation.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #twst x you #twst x mc #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x mc #riddle rosehearts x yuu #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x mc #riddle twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle x yuu #riddle x mc

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sixosix · 2 years

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miya osamu: kiss it better

gn!reader, fluff, friends?? lovers?? whatever the hell you two are, wc 468

“oyakodon!” you exclaim, nearly salivating when he easily slides the bowl in front of you. with a keen that almost sounds like you’re going to burst into tears the next second, you ask, “how did you know?”

you were muttering about it in your sleep last night and i made it my goal to prepare it for you first thing in the morning before you wake up. “‘cause i’m a good best friend.”

“you’re too good for me,” you whine, “what did i do to deserve you? i was probably a saint in my past life or something.” you’re an angel right now, osamu thinks, then blinks at how easy the thought came. “come here, ‘samu.”

wow, he marvels blankly, watching how your lips perk into a smile and then feeling how his cheeks color, i am cheesy. gross. “yeah?” he leans over the table to get closer.

you peck his cheek. “you’re amazing,” you whisper, then drop back down to your seat and clasp your hands together. “thank you for the meal!” completely oblivious to the way osamu is panicking internally.

osamu looks dazed, blinking several times in a pathetic attempt to pull himself together. you tell him to sit the fuck down and eat breakfast. wow. maybe he should cook oyakodon more often.

osamu is pleased with himself when you eagerly dig into the food, no doubt putting faith in the fact that he makes the food you’ll like. but… osamu frowns. “wait, slow down, don’t--”

“oh fu’ tha’s ho’!!!!” you yelp, fanning your mouth as tears prick the corner of your eyes. “ohmyguh.” you blink at him, eyes round. he shouldn’t find it adorable; he shouldn’t. (but he does.) “wa’er?”

osamu is but a weak man. “water,” he says, handing you a glass.

it takes a few minutes to get you to calm down, but the damage is done. you’re frowning at your food like it’s betrayed you. it seems extremely personal. osamu tells you to please wait for it cool a little bit before you gulp it down like a madman.

“ugh,” you mutter, stabbing an onion with your fork. “now my tongue hurts.”

osamu snorts. “want me to kiss it better?”

your eyes sparkle. he’s never thrown out that offer before. “will you really?”

you don’t know, not really -- probably for the best, knowing how devious you are -- that osamu is completely at your mercy. he would do everything and more; he’d cook oyakodon like it’s his goddamn last meal if it means you’ll look at him like that. it’s dangerous, the lengths he’d go to. a kiss sounds pathetic in comparison.

“uh,” osamu says stupidly, swallowing down a lump suddenly inhabiting his throat, “if ya want me to. i guess.”

it’s normal for friends to do this, right? yeah. probably.

(he enjoys it way too much for it to be normal or for it to be just for friends. he’ll figure it out someday. for now, he’s happy to please you in ways that he can.)

#606:HQ #606:INRZK #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu fanfiction

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silverflame2724 · 1 year

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On the Aesthetic tastes of our Demonic Grandmaster Twink

Or WWX repeatedly gets mistaken for being both Luo Binghe and Crimson Rain Sought Flower on many separate occasions.

WWX isn't sure what to think of being repeatedly mistaken for a Demon Emperor or a Calamity.

Didn't know whether the requester wanted Yiling Laozu WWX or post-canon WWX so I went with Yiling Laozu WWX. (I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted but just send me another ask if it's not.)

Also uhh, not entirely sure what was expected of me, like whether this was a canon divergence and/or if you wanted interactions with Luo Binghe and San Lang. So I just went with WWX being generally confused on whether to be flattered or not at the comparison and ripping his hair out over his limited wardrobe options lol.

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Wei Wuxian's hair was always wavier nowadays. Not that he couldn’t help it. He was too busy trying to keep himself afloat to care about how his hair looked. And though it only caused some minor inconveniences - such as being a rat's nest to comb through in the mornings - it really never was a cause for worry.

Well. At least until that day.

That day was the same as any other day. He had been wandering through a town, his hair up in a ponytail due to the heat and had been idly minding his business when someone seemed to double take at him and say, “My lord?”

Wei Wuxian blinked. The two people in front of him had a strange....inhuman aura. Due to his sensitivity to resentful energy, he focused a bit more and realized that the two in front of him were disguised demons! No human had that amount of resentful energy - if you exclude Wei Wuxian himself.

“Umm, no. Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone.” Wei Wuxian tensed up. Intelligent demons were no longer hostile to humans, due to their king making some sort of deal but one could never be too careful when dealing with their kind.

“Huh. You possess a similar amount of demonic energy as our lord, so I assumed you might be him. Hearing you now, I suppose you’re not.”

Wei Wuxian looked at them. “Your....lord? You mean, the demon emperor. Luo Binghe?”

“Yeah. Our lord is half-human so it’s not like we mistook you for nothing. But, how interesting......you seem to be fully human, yet possess an incredible amount of demonic energy......”

“Uhh....thank you?”

“Mm.” The talkative demon’s partner nudged him. “Oh, we have to go now. Bye.”

“Bye.” Wei Wuxian shrugged off the strange interaction within a few days.

However.....

Wei Wuxian had been lounging around the Burial Mounds after being banned from doing any work (due to his worsening condition). He was also in a terrible mood, eyes flashing red as he muttered curses to himself.

"Wow,they really weren't joking. You really do look like A-Luo!" A somewhat sprightly woman look him up and down and Wei Wuxian paused in his mumblings.

"......What?"

"Ah! How cute! You even sound alike when you're grumpy! Ah, if only I had a way to show this sight to A-Luo and Shizun......maybe I can bring them here!"

"What."

"Oh, my name is Ning Yingying by the way. Nice to meet you, whoever you are!"

Someone else appeared by here side, tugging her away, "Ning-shijie, Shizun is calling for you."

"Ah, I'll be there. It's too bad that I have to go. See you later!" And in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

"........What on earth happened just now?"

He went back to moping around until Wen Qing found him and practically tossed A' Yuan at him to improve his mood.

His mood did indeed improve.

Wei Wuxian kept on being mistaken as Luo Binghe and it was getting kind of annoying. After conversing with the demons and discovering that their lord favored the colors he wore and often wore his wavy hair up in a high ponytail, Wei Wuxian wore his hair down. He couldn't quite change his clothes though since black was cheap and other colors were not.

Little did he know that this was not the end.

............................

Wei Wuxian shook his head, trying to clear his mind from the myriad of voices haunting him. It had been a few months since he moved to the Burial Mounds with the Wen remnants and he had been all too busy trying to come up with ways to help them survive. Too busy, in fact, that he didn’t notice the way many ghosts and resentful spirits alike took a double take at him when he wandered around his cave in his red inner robes.

Eventually, though, as their situation cleared up, Wei Wuxian began to concentrate on what the ghosts were saying as he wanted to know why they kept on bugging him.

“He really looks like him, right?”

“Yeah. I mean, if we disregard the fact that he’s human, then of course!”

“Uhh, excuse me, what do you mean by that?” Wei Wuxian asked as many other ghosts echoed their sentiment.

“Oh! Uh, Young master Wei, it’s just, when you’re dressed in all red like that and have your hair covering one side of your face, you just....you really remind us of Crimson Rain Sought Flower!”

Wei Wuxian didn’t know what to say to that. “Should I....take that as a compliment?” He didn’t know how he felt about being compared to first a demon lord and now a Calamity-level ghost!

“Oh, of course you should! Crimson Rain Sought Flower is quite handsome, you know! If he weren’t married, all of the ladies and gents would have tried for his hand. Not that his married status makes anyone try less. Although, some of us are kinda terrified of him.....”

”Uh.....huh.....” Should I.....just stopping dressing in black and red?

"You'd be better off not being a demonic cultivator, Young Master Wei!" A spirit called cheerfully. “Your resentful energy content is so high that most do end up mistaking you for a calamity or a demon. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if you became one of those after you die!”

Wei Wuxian sighed.

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Yeah....that’s all I got for now. If you would like me to write more on this, perhaps WWX becoming a calamity, just shoot me an ask or message me!

Hope this was good enough. I’ve not been on my top game recently.

#mdzs #svss #tgcf #wei ying #wei wuxian #luo binghe (mentioned)#san lang (mentioned)#just a short on how WWX's clothing and hair resembles the other two at a certain angle #fluff??#mentions of WWX's resentful energy content being so high #he's mistaken for a non human being

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27emailsicantsend · 10 months

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Gina Porter for the character ask! ❤️

Favorite thing about them: I love her ability to ride with wherever life takes her. She doesn’t seem afraid of standing up for herself or taking big risks because, “as a new kid, you either eat or be eaten”. There are so many scenes I can think of where she said a line and I was like “whoa, that was confident ma’am”. I know this comes a little bit from a trauma response on her end, moving around as much as she has, but as someone who struggles standing up for herself and doing things that require bravery, I really look up to Gina Porter. Both she and I can be stubborn, but hers is to help her “push through” challenges and continue on with life, whereas I can end up getting stuck in my problems. I know I’m using a lot of comparison to myself in this ask, but I do see a lot of myself in Gina Porter, so watching her take traits that I want to improve on and make them her heroic qualities, turns her into an outstanding character for me.

Least favorite thing about them: this didn’t happen often, but especially in season 2, she had a really hard time talking through things if someone else asked if she was ok. She would say she was fine and then when she couldn’t hold it in anymore, she would finally speak her truth. I just wonder if her showing a little bit more vulnerability in the moments where people asked if she was ok, would have helped her put down her walls a little sooner. And even then, this is such a small thing because the ask requires it. I genuinely love Gina as a character, so this was a bit hard to write!

Favorite line(s):

“You’re not a maybe, you’re a yes” (no one is surprised)… actually let’s just do the whole speech with this line standing out the most

“But we’re not dating”

*insert Gina’s entire break up speech with EJ*

EJ: We’ve just got to wait for the fireworks to start Gina: “is that a metaphor or…?”

“Don’t get me started”

“I wouldn’t quit on us if I wasn’t moving away”

“I meant what I said about, at the skate park, about you having your own style. I don’t even think I knew how much I meant it when I said it”. “Good night, Ricky”. “No. Awkward? Could not be us”

“Could I hear that acoustic song idea? It sounded cool” Ricky: You serious? “I mean, we’ve got the time” (Ricky had been told by so many people up to this point, especially Nini, that he was just causing problems and taking up space. Gina created more space for him.)

“Come on, then. Let’s watch”

“You just acted like an old version of yourself, I get it. Or maybe it’s just the real EJ of Shallow Lake”

“Hell yeah, we are” (in response to being an awesome pair of wonderstudies)

“Mr. Bowen, would you like to dance?”

“Chicken”

“Walk on the moon… hilariously grounded, Ricky”

“I-I-have it, like-like if you-“

“Open it.”

“I’m your sister, right?”

“I have my eyes set on one thing this summer and one thing only” Ricky: *head empty, crickets* “And I’m gonna get it”

OTP: Rina 💕🥹 (is anyone shocked, just asking the crowd)

nOTP: P*rtwell

brOTP: S1 EJ and Gina (them getting together was necessary for Gina’s development, but wow they would have been so much better off as friends. I truly loved the “Wonderstudies!”)

Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): where do I begin… ricky and gina dating, gina and ricky dating, ricky and gina as a couple, rina, rina, rina… lol :)

Rina related:

-Can I Have this Dance where she leads

-the puppy in her arms in the trailer is hers

-she has to spend a lot of time convincing Ricky Mack is harmless

Gina related:

-she is told she won’t have to move again

-she becomes really big because of being a main in the movie (I’m talking famous Hollywood actress)

-I doubt this will be straightforward, but I do think there will be hints about where Gina is going after she graduates and I think she will go to the same city as Ricky, but I could see them putting her in a different school like Troyella OR Ricky goes to college in LA and Gina acts there for her career (skipping college)

Random Headcanon:

-Because Sofia Wylie is celiac and her character makes gluten free treats, Gina is gluten free in my mind too

-In S1, Ricky and Gina were already seeing each other frequently, that’s how come Gina knew where Ricky lived and thought she could “walk him over” to EJ’s. That is also why she said “there is no point of calling me anymore, do you”, because they had already been hanging out and calling each other on a regular basis. We as an audience didn’t see it though. Along these lines, Gina definitely put in a bit more effort to hanging out with Ricky, so when she pulled away it made him sad because he wasn’t seeing her like he was used too.

-Also Gina definitely helped Ricky move into his new apartment^ because how did she know where he lived after the move (while there were still boxes in his living room, mind you)

Unpopular Opinion: Gina was never a lead before moving to East High. Don’t believe me? Go back and rewatch the part where she talks to Nini about “never being an understudy”. A lot of people say Gina going “this is my first time getting the lead” is a plot hole because she says it s1. She actually never does. She only says she was “never an understudy”, with no dialogue about being a lead too. My personal headcanon is that she omitted that part so she could come off more intimidating, when she knew good and well she hadn’t had either. Maybe she was a background character up until that point too.

Song I associate with them:

(They’re all rina related, ofc)

-Bad for Business, Sabrina Carpenter

-Nonsense, Sabrina Carpenter

-Timeless, Taylor Swift

-I Can See You, Taylor Swift

-All of the Girls You’ve Loved Before, Taylor Swift

-Hits Different, Taylor Swift

-Story of Us, Taylor Swift

-Make You Stay, Girl and the Dreamcatcher

-Not Like I’m in Love with You, Lauren Weintraub

-So Good, Halsey

-Better Man, Taylor Swift (the only one not rina related because the second verse/chorus feel directly aimed at EJ)

-Message in a Bottle, Taylor Swift

-Boys like You, Megan & Liz

-Handsome, Megan & Liz

-Jump then Fall, Taylor Swift

-Just a Friend to You, Megan Trainor

-Before I Let You Go, Colbie Caillat

Favorite picture of them: (I tried to find the photo of her in her yellow SOGAE premiere dress on the balcony, but couldn’t :( that was one of my faves. Also, I genuinely considered just posting her entire insta feed because Sofia Wylie is one of the prettiest humans to exist and I will take that to the grave… but here’s my top 5)

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #sofia Wylie #wow this was long #i just love her #i could write about gina porter for 10 years and it wouldn’t be enough

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

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If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3

Chapter 3

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

First period had started ten minutes before as I rushed into the building. The halls were void of students and staff, and the only sound was the squeaking of my coffee-sodden shoes on the white tiles.

Every head in the classroom shot up from their phone as I burst through the door, setting my bag down and taking out the soaked papers to dry. “I am so sorry, guys!”

“Miss Foster,” one kid said. “Is that coffee on you?”

I paused and stared at them like a deer in headlights. “Um–uhh…yeah.” I began to set up my desk–booting up my computer, filing away papers, trying my best to not cry at the feeling of wet socks–while simultaneously trying my best to form a coherent response. “Little accident at the Weathervane. I ended up spilling all of my latte on me…and another customer.”

I took a deep breath and fixed my shirt, sighing as I tried to gather my thoughts, but something–her–she lingered in the back of my head. Larissa. Not even ten minutes together and her eyes, her smile, her very person was already imprinted in my mind. “Okay–uh…what class is this again? First period? Right, okay. Where’d we leave off yesterday?”

“The intro to the Russian Revolution of 1917,” a girl in the back answered.

“Right!” I moved to the white board and took a marker, drawing a long line with dashes here and there. When the timeline was built, I began to lecture the students, smiling to myself when turned away from them, knowing that they had no clue I had first hand experience with the subject at hand.

“Okay, the Russian Revolution…” I started. “As we learned yesterday, the revolution was initiated in February of 1917. The first revolt was centered around the capital at the time, Petrograd. This would later become Saint Petersburg. Tsar Nicholas II eventually stepped down from the throne after being convinced by the high ranking military officials that in doing so, the mutinies and turmoil would subside. This would allow the new government, led by the Russian Duma, to take over, and this becomes the Russian Provisional Government.”

I looked across the sea of students all looking at the board, some taking notes, and one trying to not fall asleep. “Can anyone tell me what was a major contributing factor to the 1917 revolution?”

A girl in the back shot her hand up quickly. “Oh! The Russian Revolution of 1905.”

“Good!” To know that at least one of my students was paying attention and that I wasn’t talking to the wall always filled me with hope–especially in a town like this. “As we learned last week, the events of Bloody Sunday caused a lot of upheaval. If you turn to page 276 of your textbook you can see a primary source image of propaganda from 1905, and if you turn to page 301 you can also see a comparison of the multiple revolutions Russia had pre-World War One and throughout…”

The soft glow of lamplight encases the living room as the TV plays quietly in the background. I scan over tests, marking each incorrect answer and unfortunately recording more D’s than A’s.

I glance at my phone. It had been an entire day since I spilled coffee on Larissa. I had no idea who she was or what she did for a living, but scenarios crossed my mind as to why she hadn’t reached out yet.

What if she was just being polite?

What if she wants nothing to do with me?

I barely know this woman and I’m already craving her approval and attention.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I don’t even know her last name and I’m already clinging to her.

It had been three days since the incident and now I was convinced Larissa wanted nothing to do with me. I stood in line at the Weathervane, staring off into space. As I stepped up to the counter, I smiled and placed my order before moving off to the side to wait. But once again I was a complete idiot.

“Wow, I really need to start looking where I’m going,” I huffed after running straight into her.

The softest smile from her sent butterflies through my chest. It was incredible, the effect this woman had on me. “Well, at least there was no coffee this time.”

Larissa’s giggle was the sweetest sound to grace my ears.

“Oh, by the way,” she continued. “I just wanted to apologize for not messaging you sooner. I’ve been quite busy recently.”

I smiled back, relieved it was all in my head. “That’s fine! I completely understand. I’m a history teacher at Jericho High School, so I’m well acquainted with ‘busy’.”

Larissa paused for a moment. “Would you want to sit down with me? I have some free time so I didn’t order my coffee as takeaway.”

“I would love that,” I said after taking a second to think. “But, unfortunately, I have to be at work in fifteen minutes.”

I could’ve sworn there was a look of disappointment in Larissa’s eyes. The blue hue grew ever so slightly darker and her smile faltered briefly before widening. “That’s quite alright. Your students come first.”

“Well,” I chuckled. “More like my need to pay the bills comes first. The students can be a pain in the rear, but you do have a point. The students are our future. And to have a better future they need a good education.”

The entire day I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It got so bad to the point where I actually had to give one of the classes a free period. “I need to catch up on grading,” I told them.

What a lie.

I spent the entire time thinking about Larissa. How her hips swayed when she walked. How her perfect red lips would curve into the sweetest smile. And how her eyes could tell you every emotion she ever had.

“Miss Foster?”

A voice brought me from my trance and I looked up at the girl. How long had she been standing there? “Oh god. I’m sorry, Macy. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I just had a question about this section of the assignment you gave us yesterday…”

As she explained her problem it was hard to focus. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my phone screen light up with a text. My heart practically burst at the unknown number and suddenly, for the time ever, I didn’t want to help a student.

But, I did. I answered her questions, and I helped her answer an essay prompt about the early civilization lesson we were going over. As soon as she sat back down I picked up my phone, and sure enough it was Larissa.

‘I was just wondering if you’d be available to go to dinner tomorrow night? A new restaurant opened up in the square, and I’ve been meaning to try it.’

Dinner. She does want to go to dinner.

‘And what about the dry cleaning?’

‘The lady said she couldn’t do anything about it. The fabric was too light.’

Figures.

‘I’m available anytime after 4.’

‘Is 5:30 okay?’

‘Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.’

I don’t think I had ever been so impatient in my life until then. It was less than a day away and my heart was already fluttering uncontrollably, and it felt like years before the final bell of day had rung, dismissing the students from class.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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Hu Tao domestic HCs

characters: Hu Tao x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: This was a request, but my dumb ass accidentally answered it with something else I did and quickly deleted it afterwards, so to put it in the words of that one movie: "It exists only in my memoriy", so if I got something from the original request wrong, just tell me anon.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Hu Tao

Even though Hu Tao’s usual behaviour would make it very difficult to believe, she was much calmer when at home. Sure, there still were a few pranks every now and then and she couldn’t herself but still act hyperactive most times, but in comparison to the way she usually acted, she was still much more bearable.

Sometimes the two of you would just exchange stories that ranged from funny things that happened to you, to just everyday occurrences, but other times, when you felt confident enough to do so, you would try your hand at writing poetry together, although they almost exclusively ended up as the goofiest pieces of art you had ever read, leaving both of you dying of laughter.

But if there was one thing Hu Tao loved the most, it would be to wait until nightfall, light up the fireplace, at least on days she felt nice and didn’t just leave you sitting in complete darkness, and start telling you horror stories, some of which she had thought of herself, while others were stories you had already heard before, although that never stopped them from being just as scary as the others, since unfortunately for you, Hu Tao proved to be a great storyteller, at least when it came to scary ones.

When you opened the door to your home, Hu Tao was nowhere to be seen. And while that wasn’t an immediate reason for being suspicious, you knew all too well that she had left work early to go home, telling you that she was tired and wanted to get some rest. The way she looked and acted may have supported her story, but at this point you knew her far too well to rule out the possibility of her just putting on an act to prank you when you least expected it. So, you began scanning your surroundings, looking behind every door and corner, only to find her sleeping in bed, like always occupying much more place than her size should be able to allow her. You immediately let your guard down, only to go check if she was really asleep, and while turned out that exhaustion did in fact catch up to her, you found a small note next to the bed, telling you to go and look in the kitchen.

“Wow…”, you couldn’t help but feel amazed once you found what seemed to be your favourite food there, not wasting a moment before taking a portion of it and sitting down to eat it, only to immediately regret doing so once you took the first bite, the mix of unexpected ingredients and terrible taste causing you to spit it out almost immediately.

But just as you wanted to go and grab a glass of water, hoping that it would help getting rid of the crime against humanity committed against your tastebuds, you noticed something being written on the back of the same note from earlier. Oh, don’t eat the food in the kitchen. Unless you want to be get an unexpected surprise :). Of course, it would have been too good to be something normal after all.

You quickly went back to the bedroom, trying your best to put Hu Tao’s arms and legs away in a way where you wouldn’t wake her up, but could still have enough place to lay down yourself, only for a very much awake funeral director to smile at you with a self-satisfied grin.

“Haha, very funny Tao”, you sarcastically stated, only for her to ignore the fact that you were slightly annoyed and start laughing, nonetheless.

“You should have heard the sound you made, eugh-ue”, she imitated you through her laughter, while definitely not exaggerating in the slightest.

“Next time you go home early, I’m coming with you. No matter if you want me to or not. Now move to the side or do you want me to sleep on the floor?”, you decided to not actually give her enough time to answer, already being able to predict what it would be, quickly laying down while forcing her to move that way.

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #hu tao x reader #hu tao x you #hu tao x y/n #hu tao #hu tao imagines

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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Salaì Chapter 6: Cupid is Heartless

chapter count: 1|2|3|4|5

word count: 1k

pairing: 2012!leo x reader

ao3

@jasontoddisbest - thank you for your services, dear beta-reader ❤

A/N: so i made a playlist for this fic and i really hope you guys like it! also this chapter is an interesting one so I hope you love it dearly. also if any of you want to be tagged to this, pls reblog and let me know. love you all ❤

playlist

chapter song: doin' time - lana del rey

“You’re really baby-sitting tomorrow?”

You sighed, clutching a small dagger in your hands which Leo said was called a ‘tantō’, leaning against the billboard sign and dangling your leg back and forth, seeing how huge they looked in comparison to the tiny cars passing below. “Yes. I don’t see how that’s outlandish.”

“Wait, where are you now?”

“I’m…” you said, turning your head behind you to see Leonardo, peering with binoculars pointing directly downwards, watching the door with utmost patience. “Getting ready for bed.”

“Right, I’m going to believe that. Yep, one-hundred percent. I just…” she paused, taking in a deep breath. “I cannot believe you’re leaving me all alone with Orange is the New Black…”

“¿Realmente Tina?," you said, hearing her groan with the sudden shift. "Estás siendo tan dramático en este momento…”

“¿De verdad? ¿Me estás hablando en español?”

You chuckled, which caused Leonardo to dart his head towards you while you gave him a thumbs up. “Vale, vale. Debo irme. Se está haciendo tarde.”

“Está bien. Buenas noches, el mejor amigo.”

“Buenas noches,” you said, hanging up the phone and approaching Leonardo.

“Who was that?”

“My friend, she was just asking where I was. I lied, of course.”

“Good, cause you swore to secrecy.” Leo chuckled, nudging your shoulder. You stared at him as he turned his head back towards the binoculars, and for a split second, you looked at him, softly smiling before darting your head back to the midnight sky. You felt how surreal the entire location felt with its illuminating lights and indigo sky. It was a moment of tranquillity and serenity, where you didn’t feel obligated to do anything. Midnights like this didn’t need to speak or act, midnights only had to listen and that’s what you liked about midnights. It offered you silent moments in a noisy, clamorous world.

“You were speaking Spanish back there, right?”

“Huh?” you said, knocking you out of your trance and back to the sounds of traffic and the wind flooding into your ears. “Oh yeah, we both take Spanish at school and we practise by speaking to each other. Do you speak any languages?”

“Oh, I speak Japanese. It’s quite hard to grasp at the start-”

“Ha, title of your sex tape.”

“W-What?” Leo asked as you slapped your hand across your mouth.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! It’s just a reference to a TV show I watch, I didn’t actually mean it.”

“What TV show is it?” he asked, leaning slightly forward with wide eyes.

“It’s a show called Brooklyn Nine-Nine, it’s second season has been running for a while now and it’s really good. It’s by far my favourite TV show.”

“Wow, that sounds amazing! Space Heroes is my-”

He stopped speaking and darted his eyes downwards to the rooftop flooring.

“Hey, you alright?”

“Nevermind, it’s… silly and we need to focus on the mission.”

“True, but now, I’m curious about this Space Heroes show. Please tell me more, Leo.”

Leo turned towards you, inquisitive eyes, unfiltered curiosity and completely enchanted. He sighed out, his eyes falling downturned.

“Promise you won’t tell anybody?”

You dragged your finger across your heart, cutting two lines deep. “Forever and always.”

“It’s this sci-fi show from the 80’s that follows this crew led by Captain Ryan; he’s in charge of this space crew on the Dauntless and they explore the galaxy fighting evil. There’s also Dr. Mindstrong, who’s an alien scientist and Crankshaw, who’s an ensign to Captain Ryan. It is the best show in the world.”

“Nice, what’s your favourite part of the show?”

“W-What’s not to love about it? It’s an amazing show with excellent writing and Captain Ryan is a great hero. He always does what's best for his team and - ooh! There was one episode with these creatures called the Cortexicons which took over Dr. Mindstrong's mind! Definitely a winning episode!”

“Alright, I’ll give it a watch.” you answered, grinning as wide as the eagle could see.

A crash sends both of you looking downwards, spotting glass scattered across the sidewalk. Giving a brief nod, you both jumped from the rooftop onto the ground, turning around to face the shop. Leo kicked down the door, revealing a group of men holding Mr Murakami to the ground. The mere sight caused you to fume.

“Stop right there, criminal scum!”

“Criminal…scum? That’s a way to start things, Blue.” you chuckled, gripping your tantō as one of them let go of Mr Murakami and charged straight for you. Wood scraped against your skin as you barely dodged his attack, causing him to slam into a wall. The rapid thumping of your heart pumping adrenaline through your veins echoed in your mind. You turned to your left, spotting another thug rushing towards you, his fists ready for a massacre. He attempted to yank you, resulting in you rolling away and slashing a cut into his ankles; his screams muffled in your ears.

Your eyes drifted to your right, where you saw Leo wielding two katanas, punching one thug in his side and sweeping his legs, making him land with a harsh thud. As you watched him fend off the attackers, you heard the soft noises of scratching tiles from above. Your eyes zoomed upwards, spotting the sight of amber eyes aimed right for you.

Your breathing became hitched, flowing in and out sporadically. It was a brief moment where both of your eyes connected for a split second before the figure jumped down, tackling you to the ground.

“Ow, Blue!-” you yelped before your mouth was covered by a rag. It tasted slightly sweet as you struggled underneath the figure’s strong grip, writhing and squirming as the realisation hit you like a semi-truck. This was chloroform, and if you were counting correctly, you only had four minutes or so before you slumped into unconsciousness.

Your eyes drifted upwards towards the unknown figure only for the glimpse to cause you to clench your fists and your eyes to widen in shock. You froze, staring at her with anger before she punched you in the nose, ringing echoed in your ears. The feeling of unconsciousness slowly grew, consuming you until you were only left with your thoughts.

You knew your attacker. You knew her quite well.

It was your ex.

Karai.

#2012 tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fic #leonardo x reader #2012!leo x reader #2012 leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 karai #hamato karai #salaìfic #2012 salaì #lana del slay

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melancholiepeufiable · 6 months

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hello!

i know it's been some time since the final renaissance update, but it impacted me a lot and i needed to collect my thoughts,, so, sorry if this is a very late contribution to the debate. also obligatory warning that i am not a native speaker so my explanations might be a little wonky at times hahshd

to say it plainly: i sobbed, i laughed, i trembled and i melted with this fic. it had the perfect dose of everything; of pain, doubts, things being broken and then fixed with enough love and understanding that it reeked through the screen into my feelings as well. and you got my heart racing with every update!! my week revolved around your scheduled updates, however crazy that sounds.

like you said, it was cathartic. and painful. god, my heart ached so much every single time charles doubted himself and seb's view on him, and it ached when he longed for something as human as love with such resentment towards himself. but in the end, your brilliant writing soothed me like - pardon my perhaps nonsensical comparisons - those rays of sunlight in winter, when you've been freezing outside and they hit the skin of your hands and for a moment you think, wow, there is something more to this than just suffering. your writing style evoked such vivid emotions in me i thought i might be one with charles, lol. i love it, love it, love it.

you helped me realise a lot about myself in the process of reading too - and again, i am sorry for this little oversharing, but you also helped me realise that just like charles found out in the end, getting help might be worth it, and i will be getting it. it probably seems insincere,, but yeah. i am being genuine. your take on daddy issues hurt in a way where you realise that, damn, this is too realistic and hits too close to home, unlike those glorified scenarios on certain social media. bravo.

while i'm here, i would also like to mention that i read your other works, rouge et blanc and act of god. the latter in particular made it hard to breathe at times - not in the anxiety way, but in the in-awe-thanks-to-the-genius-storytelling way. you have this skill of uniting the reader and the main character to the point where they think alike, and it was only in the end when i noticed the escalation of the obsessive elements, that's how immersed i was in seb's unreliable narration. bravo again. (also, the religious imagery? chef's fucking kiss good LORD)

i don't want to go into detail over specific scenes in renaissance because this would be even longer than it is, so i'm just gonna wrap it up by saying: please, if you can, keep creating!! i don't mean it as putting pressure on you, the thing i want to say is that your art is absolutely brilliant and loved, if you ever doubt it. thank you for creating this fic and i am soo looking forward to anything you create in the future!!

-diem

hi anon ❤️

dw about it being late! my own reply is late as well haha, sorry (also dw about the english, you’re perfectly fine).

aw shucks, thank you so much. it’s always so lovely to see how much a work can reach someone, and to hear how it is has affected you is simultaneously joyous and tear-jerking (sorry about the pain it caused).

ahhh i love love LOVE that comparison to the sunlight during winter. might be one of my favourite compliments ever! it’s always sooooo pleasing for a writer to know that the reader is experiencing things almost as if they were the character themselves. thank you!

getting help is absolutely nothing to be shameful of, and i’m so proud of you going to get it. i wish you the best ❤️ (thank you again! i didn’t want the father complex to be dramatised bc in reality, it’s a lot different than what’s shown on tv).

ahhh and you read the others??? thank you omg! haha, thank you for liking act of god sm, i’m so happy that the general consensus has been positive. i was so nervous to post it, but i’m glad the religious imagery and seb’s unreliability managed to get through to the reader.

yes!! i will keep creating as soon as i get out of the writer’s block. i’m so grateful for your message and the support. have a great day! all the love <3

#f1 rpf #sebchal #f1 fanfic #renaissance fic #my inbox

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softgrungeprophet · 1 year

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IT HAS ARRIVED and is working (thank you again @bluef00t !!!!) and as you can see, omg... it's so big... (medium technically) It's def gonna take a tiny bit of getting used to using a tablet this size since I'm used to being able to travel my screen in half the distance, but I can already tell it's much nicer to use because of the size, much less cramped... and it's a fun color! almost makes up for the fact that I can't get a pink laptop these days 😂 (my old laptop was pink 😔)

The whole thing feels really solid too, like, even though it was only 80 bucks it's so much nicer feeling (and looking) than my old Bamboo tablet... like the pen especially is so much more ergonomic AND it has a rubber grip? luxe

the pen buttons are also really clicky and satisfying which is a nice step up from the kind of mushy buttons on the side of the bamboo pen barrel lol

it doesn't have an eraser or anything (but the bottom button is set to swap to it) but I don't mind that too much since i frequently just use my nib to erase anyway so once I get used to it not being there i don't think i'll mind much at all

haven't tried to draw anything for real yet but I've played around testing the pen feel and... the pressure sensitivity though... you guys... i knew increasing sensitivity x8 was gonna be different but it feels so much more responsive 😂 the nib feels pretty nice. I know some people don't like the kind of nibs that have give but I'm already accustomed to that style of nib so it doesn't bother me at all. It's interesting though cause it's shaped different and the way it gives feels like... softer? almost like using a felt pen, which is interesting. It feels pretty nice to me though, and it seems like it's much more responsive with a lot less pressure so I'm hoping this helps me stop pressing down so hard as well, since it responds so smoothly to very light pressure and can put down pretty firm lines more easily (i did try adjusting pressure on my old tablet recently, but it just felt really bad so it didn't work out, but this feels really nice by comparison)

it's like i've been drawing with a rock for 12 years and someone just gave me a pencil for the first time 😂

like I COULD get fine lines like that before but it was much less smooth and not nearly as fine in terms of control and taper (like the dropoff between fine lines and no lines at all)... wow drawing with a modern and current tablet is much nicer it turns out 😂

i do have to put some training wheels on though 😂😂 my old tablet only had four express keys (plus the two pen buttons) so having TEN whole buttons is like, whoa, need to learn a new layout, but very nice to be able to have both undo AND redo instead of just one 😂

i think for me the ideal number of express keys would actually be 13 (for copy, cut and paste lol) but having 10 is really nice

(i put shift on there because previously shift was on my lower pen button alongside right click so that i could draw straight lines without using my keyboard, but pen gets eraser instead and i think it will be more comfortable to press shift with my left hand instead of holding it down on my pen)

(not that i use that SUPER often but i do often enough for it to be useful)

also the touch bar is going to be SO useful??? being able to zoom with my finger... yes..... amazing.......

also the two media keys (touch buttons??? whatever) on the far right are actually basically a dedicated alt-tab and a button to go to desktop

which is also... super nice actually cause using my pen to navigate between programs is a huge pain in the ass so being able to alt-tab sounds super useful... i really like this.... i'm glad i specifically chose the one with the media keys cause I KNOW i will get a lot of use out of them, considering how often i use the media keys on my USB keyboard and how much time i spend listening to music👌

anyway i'm really looking forward to using this for real, it's nice to modernize 😂 and i will try to be very careful not to drop it 😅

#very psyched to have this #can't wait to *checks notes* draw fine leg and chest hair more easily #LOL #nadia rambles #arghphoto

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batstorm93672 · 1 year

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I posted 152 times in 2022

That's 152 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (91%)

14 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@oifaaa

@winterstorm032802

@clerkwithamouth

@miki-meh

@dc-universe2

I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#damian wayne - 131 posts

#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it - 89 posts

#jason todd - 75 posts

#dick grayson - 70 posts

#tim drake - 68 posts

#robin - 57 posts

#bruce wayne - 47 posts

#stephanie brown - 36 posts

#batman - 34 posts

#alfred pennyworth - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#dick is always happy to get gifts and see damians progress but anything about older brother to jason from damian would ensue teasing lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

Jason: I tried to steal the tires off the Batmobile, can you top that?

Damian: Indeed, for unlike you, I did steal the Batmobile and drove off

Jason: Holy crap what did he say?

Damian: He said he has half a mind to report me for grand theft auto. So I said "I'd like to hear that call. Hello police? My son stole the Batmobile"

Jason: Literary at it's finest

Damian: *nods*

Bruce holding a cup of coffee: Why... why are you two like this?

Damian: It's how we get by father

Jason: Call it therapy for Dead Robins Club

Bruce: There's a club?

Jason: Yeah I'm the founder and leader, Steph is the co-leader and Damian is our newest addition

Damian: *nods*

Dick: *looks up from his phone* That just sounds like poor coping methods

Jason: Oh yeah? You got anything better?

Dick: *looks back down at his phone*

Jason: That's what I thought

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Dick: Alright! Siblings game night!

Stephanie: Wohoo!

Tim: What games?

Dick: I was thinking of something from the closet instead of video games for now

Jason: There's Monopoly

Tim: I am not playing that with you

Jason: Why not?

Tim: You landed on my square and then when I said you have to give me money, you pulled out a gun to my face and said "I'd rather face death then give any sort of money to you"

Jason: *shrugs* You were in jail, not giving money to some scum

Damian: ...I have a suggestion

Dick: Does it involve violence?

Damian: No

Dick: *genuinely surprised* Oh wow, okay go ahead

Damian: We should contort the human body in ways they can not imagine. Letting fate decide their punishment upon the ground they walk. Letting them suffer greatly and feel as their own body fails every so often, upon failure they shall be eliminated in a fashion that would make the dead weep

Jason: *barely containing laughter*

Cassandra: *thumbs up*

Duke: *goes to Stephanie* I... I don't think I'm willing to play anymore

Tim: Someone needs to translate that

Dick: *sighs* He means, Twister. He suggests that we should play Twister

760 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

Tim: Hey Damian, if I knocked on your back would we be able to hear metal from your spine?

Damian: ...

Stephanie: Can I try?

Damian: You woke me up at 4 in the morning for this shit

Tim: You didn't deny it

Damian: Get the fuck out of my room

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Dick: *stretching* Damn I almost fell and now my back hurts

Tim: Alfred has some medicine for that

Dick: Nah I'm all good

Jason: To be fair you are old

Dick: What... I'm not old

Jason: Yes you are

Tim: I mean I hurt my back a few days ago

Damian: Tt, figures you would

Tim: Don't act tough, haven't you ever hurt your back in battle? It messes with your spine if hurt too much you know

Damian: I wouldn't know

Tim: *scoffs* Cause you're invincible? Or a supreme being in comparison to us lowlifes?

Damian: No, my spine is metal so I wouldn't know cause my original spine is no longer attached to my nervous system

Tim & Jason:

Damian: What?

Tim: WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT LOSING A SPLEEN WAS BAD

Jason: YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING

Damian: I assumed everyone knew? I was shot by the Flamingo in the spine and was paralyzed until Grayson took me to mother and she replaced my spine with a metal one, but it was simply a ploy to control me and try to kill Grayson

Tim: ...

Jason: ...

Dick: *sweats*

Jason: YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THIS DICKHEAD

1,423 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tim: Ugh! Some dude at work was so annoying! *sits down on the sofa next to Damian*

Damian: *places his book down* Terms and conditions

Tim: W... What?

Damian: Tt, Where do you want this to take place, how shall it be done and will you be able to provide me bags or a small cold storage place

Tim: ...Are you... are you offering to off someone for me?

Damian: This is business Drake, make it quick

Tim: God's sake no Damian!

Damian: You've wasted my time

Jason: *walks in* This asshole was being so annoying!

Damian: Terms and conditions?

Jason: Docks, quick and easy, yes I'll provide the bags

Damian: Very well

Tim: W- What the hell?

Jason: Dami and I are going on a trip

Damian: Good day Drake

Tim: What... did I just witness?

Jason from afar: A business transaction Timbo

6,868 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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I love how my top 5 are all shitposts I made on random

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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FreFo/FuFo Heist Planning: Volume #3

...

*Maya, Leona and Kuripa sit casually at the counter of the cafe, reading manga and exchanging opinions quietly.

Wow, this is probably the most passive I’ve seen you Kuripa. At least for a while.

Oh, hey boss. Is it time?

Yeah, it’s time. Let’s get going.

Got it!

Right!

Yeah!

*They all put down their books and follow Makoto down the hidden staircase.

Good. We’re all here. We’re ready to start.

Yeah. You guys are done checking in with Makoto and Akeru’s findings, yeah?

Yeah...and it turns out...

What Emilia’s planning is just as bad as we thought it would be.

If not...even more so.

*sigh* Great! Just great!

What’s the sitch?

Leona? Get the projector.

A please would be nice.

...Get the projector please...

*Leona complies and as per usual, Oliver sits at the desk and shows the statistics on his computer.

It turns out that Emilia’s plan heavily ties back into Kerokuma, the same robot that she used as an umpire for the Freedom Academy Killing Game, and the same model she used to murder Tamashiro and the Police Commissioner.

Like I said before, she’s praising Kerokuma as counter to Monokuma, and claims it’s programming is a defense mechanism to ensure safety for the public.

That’s a lie. It’s literally Monokuma again, but with a new coat of paint.

The only legitimate difference between the two, is that Monokuma is designed to destroy whatever it sees, while Kerokuma is designed for domination and to oppress and kill specific targets.

Keh...

So...what does Emilia plan to do with these little frogs?

It would take a bit to explain, but luckily for us, Komaru and Toko’s daughter happened to swipe a copy of the demonstration video that Emilia showed the board meeting.

Hehe~

I’ll play it.

*Oliver changes the screen. Everyone watches Emilia’s demonstration.

And here I thought that Feng couldn’t get any more sick and twisted.

You’re a fool if you think my mom can’t find a way to get EVEN MORE sick and twisted. She always will.

To sum up, Feng’s rolling out something called “The Kerokuma Initiative.”

Unfortunately for us, this video only summarizes the basics of the plan.

The lack of information we have is worrisome, but what we DO know is that Emilia Feng wishes to “remove the human element” from law enforcement and public security.

We also know for certain now that she’s partnered with Zetsubou. One of the people who was in that meeting was a prominent member of the Organization, Akira Tsuchiya.

So we’ve got him to deal with. Say, how dangerous is he in comparison to all the other members of OZ?

If you want me to be completely honest Maya, he’s probably the MOST dangerous that we know of.

He’s not kidding. A short while ago, Future Foundation’s strongest facility was on an archipelago called Jabberwock Island.

Tsuchiya hacked into an FF satellite and caused it to come crashing down onto the island. The impact destroyed the entire thing. Hundreds of tech and weaponry owned by the Foundation were obliterated, important facilities were demolished, and everyone who lived on the island lost their homes.

Jesus Christ...

Of all people, it had to be this guy...

It will be exceedingly difficult for us to complete these heists underneath Tsuchiya’s radar, but we do have an out for him.

What’s that?

*sigh* We can take advantage of his recalcitrant personality, and we may just be able to convince him not to rat us out to Organization Zetsubou.

Wait, you’re gonna ask him nicely not to capture you? How the hell does that work.

If I may be extremely blunt here...Tsuchiya is a mind-fucker.

He lives with an innate desire to upset, hurt, and cause despair for literally anyone...even his own allies.

He and his partner, Narumi Osone, have betrayed the Organization on multiple occasions, to suit their own agenda. They’ve always complied with their instructions and stayed within their lines, but neither of them are above ruining their own group’s plans for their own agenda.

He literally sounds like a 12 year old playing COD if they were given an actual gun.

Dude, that’s what I said!

Bro!

Not now you two...

I agree with Byakuya. Toko and I have encountered Narumi Osone before. If Tsuchiya is anything like his partner, getting a read on him is going to be hella tricky.

I can’t guarantee Byakuya’s plan of convincing him will work, but it’s our last shot should he catch on.

Going back to the main topic, do you guys know if Zetsubou do other work with Fang Inc?

After we first found out about collaboration between the two, we did a lot of research. It’s a give and take relationship between the two, with Feng supplying Shirogane with weapons, and Shirogane and her team helping her develop new one’s.

Like what?

Nasty shit, like autonomous weapons, targeting algorithms...the like.

Zetsubou may be our best shot at filling in the blanks on Emilia’s secret project, but on that front, we have good news and bad news.

Which is what?

Well, the good news is that we were able to track down which Fang Inc. HQ Emilia lent for Tsuchiya and Zetsubou, so we know where to go for the big heist.

The BAD news is that the security of said building is notoriously difficult to crack. But we do have a plan.

We’re all ears.

Fortunately, the security for the building is so advanced, a solid 30% of the establishments structure is it’s mainframe. Big enough to that people like engineers, and inspectors and the like can fit inside it to constantly check it out.

If we find a way into the building, we can send one or two people into the mainframe and destroy it’s central components, to take out the security of the building.

Ok, and what’s the catch?

The catch is that the system is so big, so vast and so hard to navigate, we aren’t going to be shutting anything down without knowing how it all works.

We’ll need instructions, and preferably a map too.

Right. And how do we get that?

There is a place that could potentially hold what we need. A warehouse down by the docks.

Fang Inc. recently rented out one of the warehouses, but we haven’t seen anyone go in or out since they did. It seemed like a pointless endeavor, so we investigated it. We do think they’re hiding something there.

Then that will be the first place we check.

I have an idea. Why don’t you leave this mission to us?

You Future Foundation guys wanna take this one?

I imagine it’s not too dissimilar to fighting Fang Inc, but we’ve had our fair share of dealings with Zetsubou before.

Besides, I was thinking of going fishing anyway.

Kyoko, is now really the time?

Better than doing nothing.

Alright that settles it. Our next step will have you guys break into warehouse and find the schematics for the building. I’ll shoot you guys the location.

If anything goes south, send us a call, and we’ll come running to the rescue.

Then we’ll have our fun breaking into Zetsubou’s base. I like the sound of that!

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mckinneyserrano42 · 1 year

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Troubleshooting Chilling Units

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ateezinmymind · 3 years

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ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez fic #ateez drabbles #ateez x reader #yunho #seonghwa #choi san #ateez blurbs #ateez fluff #ateez requests #hongjoong #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #yeosang

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silversatoru · 3 years

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Omg I think I'm requesting smut with wrong characters, it's so embarrassing, so i'm gonna ask you again :')

Can I request a Gojo smut without his blindfold + teasing + voyeurism? Thaaank youuu soo muchhh besto friendo=)

sensei

gojo satoru x f!reader x itadori yuuji

synopsis: satoru teaches an inexperienced yuuji how to properly fuck his girlfriend after hearing him make several inappropriate comments about her — and accidentally discovers a raging voyeurism kink

t/w: nsfw 18+, aged! up! yuuji!, voyeurism, virgin yuuji, mild teasing, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation (male), mild bondage, threesome? yeah kinda

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: hey best friend!! don’t be embarrassed it’s all good <3 you didn’t give me much storyline so i really took some liberties with it lmao i hope you don’t mind (u want voyeurism i give u voyuerism)

yuuji never expected to be in the situation he was currently in, his mouth hanging open in shock as he observed the scene in front of him. you were completely bare, shackled to the bedposts with your puffy lips parted in a perfect “o”. he never intended for things to go this far — he really didn’t think a few harmless comments about how hot his teacher’s girlfriend was would get him here.

but satoru didn’t take yuuji’s lewd comments about you casually, and he planned to make the pink-haired boy follow through with every statement he’d ever made.

“why are you so shy all of the sudden?” satoru prodded, walking to the other side of the room and sliding into a velvety chair, “you seemed so confident when you said you would ‘rail the hell out of her’ earlier”.

“no- sensei- i, uh-,” yuuji was an embarrassed and scrambled mess, his brain practically imploding as he tried to make sense of his current situation.

“you said, and i quote: ‘i’d eat that pussy like it’s my last meal’ and ‘bro i’d fuck her so hard her legs would stop working’” satoru raised an eyebrow at him, “here’s your opportunity to do just that”.

yuuji swallowed thickly, his eyes glazing over your body as he drank up every one of your curves. his sensei was instructing him to have sex with his girlfriend while he watched, wasn’t this kind of fucked up?

“wow yuuji~ you really said those things?” your light, nonchalant voice startled him.

“i uh-,” yuuji was still at a loss for words, wiping his sweaty palms on the back of his uniform.

“uh- what? is it because you don’t actually know how to do any of those things? is that why you’re so hesitant?” satoru was getting mildly impatient, but he was enjoying how flustered the younger boy was.

“um, no i- yeah... i don’t know how,” yuuji admitted — he had zero experience in bed, but the tightness in his pants was attempting to convince him otherwise.

“i’ll walk you through it, how does that sound?” satoru’s voice had a coaxing effect to it, and between that and yuuji’s growing member he was really considering going along with this whole thing.

“isn’t this weird, sensei? i’m... not sure,” he gave satoru one last glance of hesitation.

“it’s only weird if you make it weird,” satoru shrugged, “now get on the bed yuuji. she’ll be good for you, and i’ll tell you what to do”.

yuuji couldn’t believe himself when he started walking forward, slipping off his shoes and climbing onto the edge of the bed. seeing your body up close sent adrenaline pumping through his body, his uniform pants becoming uncomfortably tight at this point.

“good,” satoru cooed, “now, she likes to be teased, so we’ll start small. go ahead and feel her, i bet she’s already drenched for you”.

yuuji lifted a shaky hand, reaching forward and pressing two of his fingers along your glossy folds. satoru had been right, they were slimy and wet and his fingers were practically engulfed by your entrance. he sucked in a dry breath when he felt your walls clench around his fingers, his dick twitching in his trousers.

“so eager,” satoru clicked his tongue, “slide your fingers in and curl them up before pulling them out again, she’ll like that”.

yuuji was a quick learner, stroking his fingers into you with completely fluidity and causing a few whines to leave your mouth. earning those noises from you and hearing the squelches of his fingers in your cunt went straight to his head, and he knew instantly that he wanted to hear more of that.

“try using your mouth, yuuji,” satoru continued to instruct him, an uncomfortable tightness forming in his own pants as he watched you squirm in bed with another man.

he clenched his fingers at his sides, not allowing himself to jerk off to something like this. yuuji dipped his head down and immediately locked his mouth onto your cunt. you reacted with a few twitches, the boy’s rough and inexperienced tongue sending jolts through your sensitive body. his laps were choppy and uneven, but it felt good none the less and you were trying not to squeeze his face between your thighs.

“okay yuuji, take a breath,” satoru coerced him to stop after a few minutes, “use your hand again”.

the pink-haired boy pulled himself out of your legs, his chin coated in a thick layer of gooey saliva. he wiped the mess onto his sleeve, reaching back down to your cunt with his other hand. he had foggy, lusty eyes now; his nerves subsiding and his comfort increasing as you rewarded his actions with pretty sounds.

satoru was biting down on his bottom lip so hard he swore he could taste iron, his hands clenching in his lap as he tried to refrain from touching himself. he had every intention of teasing and embarrassing yuuji, but he never planned to enjoy watching it this much. there was something about the inexperienced boy making hasty touches to your body that was clouding his head with fervor.

yuuji had been going at it with his fingers for a while now, and you were a squirming mess of pleads for more. his hands and his tongue felt good, but because of his lack of experience, none of it was enough to push you to an orgasm. you needed more — you needed someone to fuck you and you didn’t care who it was.

“i think she’s warmed up enough,” satoru finally interjected, making yuuji pause and look to his sensei for direction, “you’re gonna fuck her now”.

yuuji face paled, his nerves spiking and his cock twitching in anticipation, “you- you’re gonna tell me what to do, right?”

“of course,” satoru hummed, “but we can’t do much until you take your clothes off”.

yuuji was in no way insecure about his body; he was ridiculously muscular and well-built and his body had some pretty nice definition right now. that being said, taking off his clothes in front of his teacher and having eyes on his back while he had sex for the first time was still incredibly intimidating — intimidating but also exhilarating and part of was actually kind of excited.

satoru watched with steady eyes as the other man stripped off his clothes, his swollen cock finally bursting free and dripping with glossy precum. yuuji had watched more than enough porn to understand the basics, climbing back onto the bed and positioning himself between your waist — but after that he looked to his teacher for guidance.

“she’s soaking wet for you, yuuji, it’ll slide right in,” he gave him an encouraging nod, still watching from the corner of the bedroom.

yuuji swallowed hard, wrapping his fingers around his girthy cock and positioning himself so he was prodding against your entrance. instinctive flinches leapt from your body, your fingers twitching and mouth parting open in a gasp. when he finally thrusted himself inside, a high-pitched moan ripped through your throat. your boyfriend was certainty blessed in terms of length, but yuuji’s cock was thick.

“now grab her legs and roll your hips so you move in and out. though i’m sure this isn’t your first time fucking something,” satoru let the snarky comment leave his mouth as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, brushing his finger tips over the head of his still-clothed member.

yuuji barely noticed satoru’s voice now, his brain flooded with how good your hot, sticky cunt felt wrapped around his dick. his sensei wasn’t wrong, he’d shamefully fucked his pillow a few times in the past but shit, that completely paled in comparison to this. he quickly picked up a decent pace, his hips slamming into your legs with every thrust.

satoru was pushed over the edge by what was occurring in front of him, the older man unzipping his pants and letting his own cock finally spring free. he wiped his fingers over the sensitive tip, collecting the precum and smearing it down his shaft. a throaty groan quietly left his lips, his body warm with pleasure now that he was finally touching himself.

he threw his head back in bliss at the feeling of his hand around his cock and the sensual combination of you and yuuji’s moans. his hips rocked back and forth as his fucked himself into his hand, his eyes focused intently on yuuji’s erratic thrusts.

“you’re doing so well, yuuji,” he cooed at the pink-haired boy and then at you, “how do you think he’s doing, love?”

“ah- so good! so good, yuuji!” you stammered, your words coming out somewhere between a yelp and a whimper.

his face grew red but his chest swelled with pride at the sudden praises; he liked being told how good he was doing.

satoru coached him through a couple more positions, his hand still grasped around his own cock and pumping hard as he did. the tip of his member was puffy, red, and begging for any kind of release. and coincidentally, yuuji was hitting his breaking point as well.

“ah- sensei, i think i might come already,” he mumbled, slight embarrassment laced through his words.

“that’s okay,” satoru reassured him, standing from his seat and approaching the side of the bed, “but make sure you pull out when you come, yeah? she likes it when you finish all over her tits”.

you weren’t even cognizant of their conversation, head wheeling with pleasure and adrenaline flowing through your veins as you felt satoru’s hands cup your breasts and yuuji’s cock continue to pound into your cunt. it was an overwhelming bliss, having both of their attention on you at once.

your boyfriend released your breasts after rolling your nipples between his fingers a few times, retuning his hand back to aching member. he started to pump himself at a quick pace again, heavy sighs falling from his lips.

“tell me when your going to come, yuuji, okay?”

the younger male gave him a hasty nod and a grunt of confirmation, a couple beads of sweat rolling down his brow bone. he might have been able to last a little longer if it weren’t for your sudden orgasm ripping through your body — your warm walls contracting against his cock and gorgeous mewls leaking from your lips. he was lucky if he lasted another thirty seconds after that, whining a strangled, “now,” as he removed himself from your cavern and let ropes of white fly across your abdomen.

satoru ensured his release occurred at the same time, letting out a deep groan as he sprayed his seed all over your chest and face. globs of white coated your skin from multiple directions, leaving you sticky and tired with nothing but heavy pants audible from around you.

after he recovered from his climax, satoru instructed yuuji to follow him to the bathroom — handing him a wet, soapy towel as well as a dry one, “never forget to clean up afterwards”.

yuuji took every piece of advice seriously, cleaning up your body with the soapy cloth and then drying you off with the other one. as he finished dabbing your skin dry, satoru undid your shackles and let your wrists fall back to your sides.

you curled your shaky legs into your chest, a soft smile on your face as you looked at yuuji, “we might have to invite him over more often, satoru”.

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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