#juts yapping

[miinuteswag]

ls pair/duo tierlist!! except I didn't put that much thought into anything so some of these are flexible

[hughesfilm]

new favorite fancam just dropped

[theannoyingmosquitoinyourroom]

if yall see some of my posts about malev 52 the wager and are confused about me making up some stuff… dont worry about it. run with it if you want to. im doing it for a bit in the first place anyway :3

[pup-pee]

I've been having a time but baps you with these screenshots

AH!! BAPPED. BAPS U BACKK!!!!!

m silly guys :)

still no clue about that game imp is playing BUT WEEE MARTYN IS FISHING!! thinks about how funny it would b if martyn went fishing in pirate au & like, reeled up scar or smth

[memento-rory]

speaking of astrid, this clip has me giggling sooo hard she is sooo cute

[yoohyeon]

10 years ago I was coming back from a week in Italy… take me back please 😭

[ali11125]

Me when I remember I should actually draw????

Enjoy shitty whiteboard doodle

[popppyfur]

demiromantic poppy who doesn't really find romantic love to come easily ooouuughhhh and when she does feel it it's like. Woah this level of affection feels a bit different. More hugs then !! :D

kinda just going along w the flow when other trolls are 'flirty' w her, like that one time cg tried to have a 'date' w her lol. At one point maybe she realizes that shes not the kinda troll to fall in love? And she just loves everyone else a little more than usual for the day she realizes, bc she has a whole lot of that to give, and she hopes that's enough for her people anyway

I don't think it particularly affects anything about her thematically, but it's fun to think about in regards to reciprocating branch's feelings (or anyone else)(parb is so fun to think about in this context too) like is it ok for her to accept his feelings if she might not even feel the same way? Kinda slow on realizing that she does like someone back. Kinda almost freaks it when she has trouble reading hr own wants. Hold her hand w her on this she's scared guys

[prettygirl-gabi]

Soft Like Water, Warm Like You

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Soft smut, fingering (f!receiving), bath intimacy, emotional aftercare, gentle dom energy, swearing, mentions of stress/exhaustion, post-orgasm cuddling.

Summary: you need comfort; Paige delivers love, care, and pleasure.

A/N: I hope I did this justice

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @let-zizi-yap , @latenighttalkinqwp , @fairyblossomsav , @lovejuju

I didn’t even bother kicking off my shoes when I walked in the door. My bag hit the floor with a dull thud, slipping from my shoulder like it couldn’t wait to get away from me either. The air in the apartment was warm and quiet—too peaceful for the kind of day I’d just had. And the second I shut the door behind me, the weight of it all came crashing down.

I let out a groan—long, dramatic, and entirely involuntary. It tore out of my throat like a final cry for help, echoing just enough that I knew Paige had heard it from the bedroom or the kitchen.

“Baby?” Her voice rang out, sweet and curious, laced with concern.

I couldn’t even bring myself to answer. My whole body slumped forward like a marionette with cut strings. Another sound slipped from my lips—half-sigh, half-whine, fully pathetic—as I dragged myself to the couch and collapsed on the edge.

My arms dropped into my lap, my head hanging like it weighed more than it should.

My limbs felt heavy, my eyes dry and scratchy from being open too long.

Every inch of me ached, inside and out.

My skin felt too tight, my clothes too stiff, the world too much.

I just needed her.

A few seconds later, I heard the soft shuffle of socks on the hardwood, then Paige was there—kneeling in front of me like I was the most delicate thing she’d ever seen.

Her hands settled gently on my knees, grounding me, her thumbs moving in slow, comforting circles through the thick denim of my jeans.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me with those warm blue eyes that always felt like safety. She smiled—soft and patient, like she already knew what I needed before I even asked for it.

“Tough day?” she finally asked, her voice low and syrupy.

I nodded slowly, lips jutting out into a full pout as I leaned forward until my forehead landed on her shoulder with a soft thump.

“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled against her.

“Everything sucks. My back hurts. My feet hurt. I’m starving but too tired to eat. And I missed you.”

She let out a quiet laugh, her arms sliding around my waist, hands rubbing up and down my spine. “God, you’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

“I’m not trying to be cute,” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes shut as I buried my face deeper into her shoulder. “I feel gross. I’m just… done.”

“I know, baby,” she said, her voice dipping lower—gentle but firm. “You’re tired. You’ve been pushing yourself. Let me take care of you.”

She pressed a kiss to my temple, then another to my jaw, and then stood, gently tugging me up with her like I was made of glass.

One of her arms stayed firmly wrapped around my waist, holding me upright when my knees buckled from pure exhaustion.

“C’mon, I’ve got you,” she murmured into my hair. “Let’s get you in the bath, yeah? Nice and warm. I’ll run it for you, light that candle you like. Maybe get in with you.”

That last part sent a soft flutter through my stomach.

I let her lead me toward the bathroom, half-limp, half-glued to her side, letting my neediness bleed into every step. I didn’t have the energy to pretend to be strong, not tonight. And she didn’t ask me to.

Every few steps, she’d kiss the side of my head or rub her thumb over my hip.

She held me like I was fragile, but looked at me like I was precious. And god, I just wanted to curl into her and stay there forever.

By the time we reached the bathroom, I already felt the edge of the day starting to dull.

Not because it had gotten better—but because I was with her now.

And when Paige was around, being babied didn’t feel like weakness.

It just felt like love.

I didn’t even question it—just followed her, dragging my feet, too drained to do anything but let her take the lead.

While I sat on the closed toilet lid, Paige turned on the tub, letting it fill with warm water and drops of eucalyptus oil.

She lit a candle and dimmed the lights, then turned back to me with her softest eyes.

“Clothes off, baby.”

“You getting in with me?” I asked sleepily, already peeling off my shirt.

Her smirk grew a little. “Of course I am.”

Once we were both undressed and the water was perfect, Paige climbed in first and reached for me.

I climb between her her leg carefully, back of my head resting against her chest as I sank into the water and her embrace.

The warmth of the bath, her skin on mine, the soft scent in the air… it all made me feel like I could finally breathe again.

Her hands rubbed slow circles on my sides, her lips occasionally pressing kisses to my hairline, my ears, and my shoulder.

“You’re so good, you know that?” she whispered. “You work so hard. I’m so proud of you.”

I whimpered again, this time more from how her voice hit something deep in my chest.

Her hands slid down my body, trailing water, and settled on my hips.

Fingers grazing the top of my thighs ever so gently.

She shifted slightly under me and I felt the change in her energy—gentle but undeniably turned on.

Her thumbs brushed the dips of my waist, moving up again with featherlight touches.

I arched my back without thinking, eyes fluttering shut. “Paige…”

“Mmm?” Her voice was velvety now, warm and slow.

“Don’t tease me,” I whispered.

“I’m not,” she murmured, letting one hand trail between us. “I just wanna help my girl feel good.”

Her fingers slid lower, her touch barely there, just enough to make me gasp as they grazed over my pussy underwater.

“You’re always taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you tonight.”

Her fingers circled my clit softly, the water amplifying every sensation.

I whimpered into her neck, my grip tightening around her thighs as her other hand came up to cradle each one of my boobs.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” she cooed. “You’re so pretty like this.”

Her lips brushed my jaw, then my ear. “So soft for me. So perfect.”

I trembled against her, overwhelmed and so, so ready to let go.

She moved slowly, deliberately, her thumb keeping pressure while two fingers dipped just barely inside me.

My breath hitched.

“That’s my good girl,” she whispered, her cheek pressed against my forehead now, arms cradling me tighter. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”

My breath stuttered as the pressure built too fast, my body desperate for release after a day that felt like it never wanted to end. I arched against her, toes curling against the smooth porcelain, and as my head fell back onto her shoulder, her lips met mine—warm, steady, and just in time.

My orgasm hit in slow, rolling waves, not crashing but melting through me. A soft cry escaped me, swallowed by her kiss, and I trembled in her arms like every tightly wound nerve in my body had finally snapped loose. My chest rose and fell too quickly, breath shaky, overwhelmed not just by the pleasure—but by the safety. The way she held me like I was breakable and sacred all at once.

She didn’t rush it. Didn’t pull away. Just kept whispering between kisses, her mouth brushing my lips like she was trying to breathe comfort directly into me.

“You’re everything,” she murmured.

“So proud of you.”

“My sweet girl.”

Her fingers didn’t move anymore—just rested gently between my legs, keeping me grounded in her, while her other arm held me across my waist.

When I finally blinked open my eyes, dazed and flushed, the warm water was still rippling around us, and I was nestled between Paige’s thighs, my back to her chest, her heartbeat a steady thrum against my spine.

I sighed, limp and sleepy, my head lolling to the side against her shoulder.

“You okay?” she asked gently, brushing wet strands of hair from my face and tucking them behind my ear.

I nodded slowly, still catching my breath. “Mmmhmm… just… floaty.”

She smiled against my cheek. “Yeah? That’s good. You let go. You needed that.”

She reached for the soft cloth hanging nearby, dipping it in the warm bathwater before running it slowly over my chest and arms, rinsing the sweat and tension away like it was her privilege to do it. Every swipe was gentle, patient, like she had all night.

Her touch skimmed down my thighs and calves, then up again over my stomach. “You feel so soft right now,” she whispered. “All relaxed. Like you finally melted.”

“I think I did,” I mumbled, and she chuckled softly, placing a kiss on the shell of my ear.

The cloth moved between my legs, slow and careful, and I hissed softly at the sensitivity.

“Shhh, I got you,” she murmured, pressing another kiss to my temple. “Just cleaning you up, baby. You did so good for me.”

I hummed, leaning fully into her now, letting her support all my weight. Her arms wrapped around me again, the cloth set aside, and she just held me there in the water, her chin resting on my shoulder.

“You give so much to everything, every day,” she said quietly, her fingers trailing lazy lines over my damp stomach. “The world takes and takes. But when you come home to me… you don’t have to give anything. Just be mine. Let me love you.”

My throat tightened at her words, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how soft she sounded, how safe it felt to be with her like this.

“I love you,” I whispered hoarsely.

“I know,” she replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I love you more.”

We sat there a few minutes longer—just soaking, breathing, her arms wrapped securely around me like a blanket made of devotion.

Eventually, she kissed my cheek again and whispered, “Let’s get you cozy, yeah? Couch, blanket, snacks. My girl deserves the softest night after a day like this.”

By the time Paige helped me out of the tub, I was barely awake—my body soft, my muscles weightless, like I’d traded every ounce of tension for her touch. She wrapped me in a fluffy towel, tucking it tight around my shoulders, then pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose like I might fall apart without it.

“You’re sleep-drunk,” she teased, brushing her thumb along my cheek. “You’ve got that dumb little dazed look on your face.”

I mumbled something that probably wasn’t a real word, and she just giggled, steering me gently toward the bedroom. Her arm stayed around my waist, like she knew I’d collapse without her holding me up.

When we got to the edge of the bed, she sat me down and bent to rummage through her dresser. “No offense, baby,” she said with a smirk, glancing over her shoulder at me, “but you’re not putting your dirty clothes back on. Tonight, you’re mine—head to toe.”

I just blinked at her with a sleepy, satisfied smile.

A moment later, she returned with a pair of her boxers and a hoodie that was at least two sizes too big. The fabric was already soft from years of wear—heather gray with a faint logo on the chest and sleeves that would drown my hands.

She dropped the towel slowly, like unwrapping something fragile, then kneeled between my legs and helped me step into the boxers first. Her hands were so gentle, sliding them up my legs and over my hips before she leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh. Her touch made me shiver even though the room was warm.

Next, she slipped the hoodie over my head, guiding my arms through the sleeves like she’d done it a thousand times. I let out a sleepy sigh as the fabric fell over me, smelling like her deodorant and that soft cotton scent I’d always associated with her skin.

“Too big?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Perfect.”

She smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest, right above where her name was embroidered from a tournament years ago. “Good. Because I want you wrapped in me all night.”

Once I was fully dressed, she kissed my cheek again and lifted me gently off the bed, arms tucked under my thighs and back.

“Paige,” I mumbled, resting my head against her collarbone. “You don’t have to carry me.”

She chuckled and started walking toward the living room anyway. “Shhh. I want to. Let me baby you properly.”

She lowered us onto the couch, setting me down on her lap with my legs stretched across the cushions. Her arms wrapped around me like I was made to fit there. She reached over with one hand to grab the throw blanket off the back of the couch and tucked it around me before settling back, pulling me flush against her.

“Want anything?” she asked softly, brushing her fingers over my knee beneath the blanket. “Water? Snacks?”

I shook my head, eyes barely open. “Just you.”

Her heart beat a little harder under my cheek, and I felt the way she smiled as she whispered, “Then you’ve got everything.”

She kissed the top of my head and grabbed the remote with her free hand, scrolling until she found one of my favorite comfort shows—the kind I could fall asleep to with my eyes half-open. She pressed play, the screen casting soft light over the two of us.

I curled into her chest, my fingers fisting the fabric of her hoodie, and let the soft rhythm of her breathing lull me.

She rubbed circles into my thigh, occasionally brushing her lips against my temple or cheek, like she couldn’t stop touching me now that I was finally relaxed.

“You were so good for me,” she murmured when the credits rolled on the first episode. “You let go, you let me love you.”

“I always let you,” I whispered.

“I know,” she said. “But tonight felt different. You needed me.”

“I always need you.”

She went quiet after that, just holding me tighter. Her lips pressed to my forehead as the second episode played quietly in the background. I was already half asleep when I heard her whisper one last thing.

“You’re everything, Y/N. And you’ll never have to carry your hard days alone—not when I’m here.”

And I believed her, because in that moment, with her heartbeat under my ear and her hoodie wrapped around my body like a hug—I didn’t feel heavy anymore. Just loved.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[suugarbabe]

poly!slytherin boys x gn!reader; animagus!slytherin boys; ignoring the canon that once turning back from an animagus form that the person is naked because i want to :)

an: i know it's newer territory for this fandom (at least from what i've seen) so i hope you all love it

this is another addition to the yap sessions with my hubby @musingsofahufflepuff <33

“Merlin’s beard!” you swerved your hips to the side, nearly missing being taken out by a large German Shepherd. You made your way over to the sofa to cuddle up next to Enzo. He happily wrapped an arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side. You watched as the German Shepherd chased a large grey and fluffy cat around the living room. “How long have they been at this?” You sunk further into the sofa, and thus further into Enzo’s chest as he let out a low laugh, “About twenty five minutes; not even sure what Nott did to make Matty chase him like this, but it’s been entertaining for sure.” 

Theo was always quick witted, and that skill definitely relayed to his animagus form as he quickly dodged Mattheo’s quick snap for his tail, zipping past in a blip of grey fur. “Matty’s getting a little quicker,” you smiled, Enzo nodded in agreement, “but don’t tell him I said that.” Enzo lifted both hands in surrender, “Oh I would never, darling.” 

As if Theo heard exactly what the two of you were saying, he took a different approach to avoiding Mattheo’s grasps. Theo took advantage of his smaller form, jumping from the floor to a chaise and finally up on a floating bookshelf. Poor Matty had too much momentum, not able to stop himself once he was in full motion and thus slamming head first into the wall beneath the shelf. You and Enzo winced in pain for him as Matty’s paws covered his snout while he whined. 

In the next moment Matty was no longer a German Shepherd but fully fledged himself, rolling from his back to his side and groaning, “Fucking hell, Theo. You’re such a fucking asshole.” You pushed up from the couch then, cooing out as you approached the scene, “Oh, my poor sweet boy.” Matty’s lower lip jutted as he sat up and leaned against the wall. You stretched out your arms and Matty mirrored you before his mouth fell open. You bypassed Mattheo completely, reaching up instead to grab Theo from the shelf. 

You wrapped your arms around Theo as he nuzzled further in to your hold, purring softly. Matty looked over toward Enzo, pout growing deeper, “Are you seeing this, babe?” Enzo put on a mock pout, opening his arms for Mattheo. The curly haired boy took the bait, pushing up from the floor and plopping down on the couch to let his boyfriend soothe his mental wounds. “They’re so mean to me, Enzie,” Mattheo mumbled into his chest. Enzo ran his hands through Mattheo’s curls, “I know, baby. So mean.” 

You scoffed, “You two are the most dramatic men I’ve ever met.” You sat down on the arm of the sofa, still holding Theo. Mattheo sat up at the accusation, “How dare you say that when you’re holding him.” He pointed at Theo lounging comfortably in your arms. Theo lazily turned his head towards Mattheo, meowing loudly. Mattheo threw a finger in the air, sticking out his tongue. Theo hissed back at Mattheo before you stood up, mumbling something about going in to the bedroom for a cuddle.

[queenendless]

🍑 Juicy 🍑

A/n: Reapplying to college got me anxious. Commissions have hit a dead end. Family drama is stressful.

And seeing fanart of so much Gojussy, all of it combined, really pushed me to write of it at least once. Many writing firsts for me on this so please go easy on me. Forgive me for my smut writing, it ain't no masterpiece.

Pairing: Top!Dom!Adult!Male!Reader x Bottom!Sub!Adult!AFAB!Gojo.

CW: 21+ MATURE CONTENT.

🔞 EXPLICIT SMUT! SO MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! DO NOT REPOST, STEAL, COPY, EDIT, TRANSLATE.

Reblog, like, share, follow. Hope you enjoy.

Seeing that plump ass jutting out of a hole in the wall was what greeted you. Hearing his bubbly cheery voice become "Yap yap yap" in your ears as you lustfully eyed his wiggling cheeks. The dripping juices already trailing down that pussy along the rest of those barren legs made your libido stand.

Gojo's words get strangles in his throat as they turn to raunchy groans for your drooling mouth immediately covered his quivering cum lips. Your fingers parted the folds as your tongue dug deeply into his warm moist caverns. Rutting his hips backwards quite desperately made your ego spike, rewarded with your fingers now roughly rubbing his clit. "Mh~! Mmgh~! Ngh~!"

"The strongest sorcerer, reduced to the neediest slut." Your scorned remark reverberating against his cunt had him gushing hard down your throat and along your chin. "Bastard — AAH~!" Satoru's retort melted into carnal moans, those peaches squishing your face in with your nose deep in his albino pubes as you made out starvingly with his pussy.

"Nnh~ Y/n~! No wait – !" The fact that your skillful tongue hit that bundle of nerves was further proof of how beastly your lust is. No amount of cum devoured would be enough to satiate you. You were always parched for his milk. "I – I'm coming –!" He always came the moment he uttered those words.

Creamy thickness painted your face, stained the front of your clothes, splotched his quivering thighs and supple calves and toe-curling feet, forming puddles along the floor. You kissed those gooey flaps before diving right back on in.

His hands slamming and clawing the wall from the other side grew muddled in your ears as you became lost in his addicting sea of semen. He came at least a dozen times before your mouth popped off his, his ass and legs sagging in relief as his fatigued pants were heard from the other side.

"My beautifully depraved whore!" Feverish spanks to those jiggly phat cheeks came next. His erotic cries paired with his legs kicking in response, having you roughly grab him by his ankles, bending his legs, with your grip biting into his skin to remind him whose in charge. "My sweet Toru~"

Your sharp canines pricked his savory flesh. The red handprints and bloody marks on that once perfectly creamy skin always looked perfect, your inner wish being that you wished they would stay, as further physical proof that his ass is yours and only yours. "Take me already~" The eagerness could be detected in his breathy tone, his ass wiggling being the cherry on the top, got you pulling your dick out of its restrictions.

Clawing your nails into those dips he had for hips left scratch marks along with the bruises as you were sucked greedily in. Slamming relentlessly into his tight familiar jussy with gusto followed. "Too good~! So FUCKIN good~!" Your salacious groans made Gojo squirt harder, a ring of cum forming where you two intersect, and his legs hugged around your waist in his trapped angle.

The ardor in your thrusts was felt as the wall slams bounced around, the cacophony of your lewd shouts fused with his. Feeling you filling his abdomen to the brim was sheer perfection. You were reaching the edge. "Come to me, Toru~! COME~!"

Satoru came undone once again. Waves of fuzzy euphoria sparked through his very being as he came on high. The sight of your conjoined essence coming out between his marked rippling cheeks had you smashing your hips in pursuit of that ever-fleeting rush.

His lips fluttering around your staff, squeezing you for all your seed, pounding into him like the sex doll that he is to you, obsessively fondling and pulling apart his asscheeks in restlessness, Gojo's breathless wanton chants of your name, it all became a typhoon of desire that drowned out all sense of reason.

When it finally came time to come down from your highs, your shaft temporarily deflated, staying within him, slacking against the wall for support, picturing Gojo's messy hair sticking to his flushed dazed heaving face, wanting to see that face in person. "Y/n." His whispered plea just about did you in.

Demolishing the wall was all too easy. Getting your giant lover on his back, mating press him, your cock striking a new nerve bunde had him spurting along your V line as well as his stuffed oven, jostling your penis to life.

"Come for me again, Toru~ A dozen more~"

[ldrloversblog]

Someone could ask Assad how his theater rehearsal went and he would start yapping about how MUCH he wants to get his guts rearranged and back blown out by Luke and Eric (especially by his favourite senior citizen) on camera and off camera with the giddiest, biggest smile on his face “😁🤭”.

Just freaked out 25/8. Fujoshing 7 days a week. Every day he clocks in the “Freak Factory” and says the wildest shit.

Jut greedy. He’s the worst, a freak (I love him).

[literaila]

kid megumi and gojo definitely took bubble baths together while megumi washes his hair and satoru's just yapping about how much he loves reader

“megumi,” gojo says, not even bothering to knock on the door.

it’s the boys fault, really, for leaving it open in the first place.

megumi stills, brows furrowing as his hands stop foaming the soap in his hair. “gojo?” he asks, a bit disbelieving.

he might be going crazy—it’s not uncommon for sorcerers. and megumi barely thought he would make it to fourteen and here he is, so. he should probably tell someone about the hallucinations but—

“you got it,” gojo answers, predictably, sitting on the toilet seat. “i need to talk to you.”

megumi peaks his head around the shower curtain slowly, blinking a few times to make sure the man is really there.

but he is, grinning at the tiny bit of megumi he can see, tapping his fingers on his knees obnoxiously.

megumi points a hand towards the door. “this is an invasion of privacy.”

“megumi,” gojo gives him a bland look. “i’ve seen you naked.”

“that’s creepy.”

gojo sighs, hanging his head. “we’ve known each other for so long now, and you still don’t trust me.”

“you still haven’t given me a reason to. can’t this wait? or not happen? i don’t want to talk to you.”

yes, megumi is still hanging halfway out of the shower. yes, his hair is dripping water on the floor. no, he does not care—it’s gojo’s house anyway. he can fix the ruined floorboards.

“it’s about your mother.”

at that megumi blinks. “what’d you do?“

“i didn’t do anything.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i’m sure,” gojo scoffs, reaching out to pull his ear—which megumi expertly deflects (he almost slips and dies in the process). “am i crying on the floor right now?”

megumi considers it. then he recalls the last time you and gojo had a fight. he had to check gojo’s pulse every time he walked past the couch.

“good point. what is it?”

“as you know, her birthday is coming up��“

“are you serious?”

“megumi.” gojo’s eyes are dubious, his voice is disapproving. “your mothers birthday is very important.”

megumi rolls his eyes. “i know. i mean, are you seriously asking me about this right now? im in the shower. there’s shampoo in my hair.”

gojo nods very seriously. “it’s the only place she won’t hear.”

“she’s not even home.”

“she’s hidden cameras, megumi, i know it.”

“no she hasn’t.”

gojo pouts. “i want it to be a surprise. she always finds out about her gifts before i can give them to her.”

“that’s because you tell her.”

“the suspense is too much. i need you to buy her something for me and hide it so i don’t know what it is.”

he sounds absolutely serious, which might be the worst part of that request, actually.

and when has megumi ever done gojo a favor?

“gojo,” megumi gives him a little smirk, tilting his head. “i’m not doing that.”

gojo groans, falling onto the floor. “c’mon, megumi, we’re supposed to be friends.”

“you’re my teacher, if anything.”

“and your father,” he juts his chin, “favoritism is not cute.”

“good.”

megumi finally turns around. gojo was never going to leave, even if he’d attempted to tackle him out of the door.

and he’s used to this, anyway. there hasn’t been a day in seven years that he’s gotten some peace.

“okay,” gojo begins again, sounding like he’s won—which he hasn’t. “i was thinking some jewelry, but you know how picky she is. and besides, she’s too rough for something small. tsumiki is already getting her that chibi mug we saw in that corner store last weekend, and whatever you’re getting is off of the table too.”

“i’m not listening to this.”

“i could take her out to dinner, but that’s not a gift. and i do that anyway. maybe i should buy her a car—what kind do you think she’d like? something blue, like my eyes—“

megumi groans.

gojo pauses. “did you get soap in your eye?”

honestly, banging his head against the wall might be better than this. at least they have pain killers at the hospital.

megumi doesnt answer, no longer entertaining this, but gojo continues anyway.

“maybe we should re-do the bathroom, you know how she’s always saying that—“

god, when will it end?

[ruesol]

Hi can you please make boxer!Sukuna and boxer!Toji fighting for the reader's affection? Like they are close friends but when it comes to reader they just become competitive and rival to see who has her attention. OH AND THEY DO A BOXING MATCH TO SEE WHOEVER WINS GETS THE READER BUT NO ONE WINS AND THE READER TENDS TO THEM(sorry I yapped)

Of course I can <3

cw: fem!reader, light descriptions of fighting, jealousy and rivalry, not proofread (yet)

Toji ran his tongue along the cleft of his scar. His eyes raked down his face and pecs in the mirror as his Adam’s Apple bobbed in his throat.

He didn’t know why he was so nervous. Women usually fawned over him without him needing to give even a morsel of his attention. Free drinks at his side of the bar counter, hastily written numbers on lipstick marked tissues shoved lazily in the pocket of his jeans. He knew he was irresistible.

He just wasn’t sure if you, his friend and clueless crush, thought the same way about him. Blissfully unaware of how he’d constantly clear his throat to prevent his voice from embarrassingly cracking while speaking to you. He was so mortified the first time it happened that he didn’t look you in the eye for a whole week.

The man was tired of waiting and was going to ask you out no matter what. Friendship be damned, his feelings for you were growing stronger by the day, festering in the core of his chest every time you’d look up at him through your lashes.

While Toji was mentally prepping himself in locker room, Sukuna was sitting in the middle of the gym’s boxing ring, elbows resting on his knees with his head in his hands.

To say that he was in a dilemma was an understatement.

What’s worse than having an unrequited crush on your best friend? Knowing that your other friend and coincidental sparring partner, likes her too. For the past few days, Sukuna had his doubts that Toji had a crush on their friend, and it was soon confirmed when Toji didn’t help Sukuna up after defeating him in a practice match.

The dark haired man simply sauntered over to you, making sure to flex his sweaty abs as he wiped his face with a towel around his neck.

That sly motherfucker—

But Sukuna couldn’t blame him. He would’ve the same too. If it all came down to objectification, he would’ve happily posed for a cliche racy calendar as long as he knew you’d buy it.

“Can we talk?” Sukuna looked up to see Toji standing outside the ring. He was shirtless. He always did that when he knew you were coming over to watch a practice match.

Sukuna cursed under his breath as he got up, not bothering to leave the platform. His ego prevented him from feeling like Toji’s equal. His coach would never approve of his behavior.

“Look, I’m tired of pretending like we both don’t know how we feel about her.” Sukuna only shot daggers at Toji’s unfairly handsome face as he said that. The pink haired man was starting to think that he should’ve just gone to the nasty part of town to get a facial scar instead of tattoos.

He hated the way you’d always fawn over the story of how Toji got his scar. There was something so beautiful yet harrowing about seeing your eyebrows furrow and soft lips jut with a slight wobble over that man in particular.

“And I wanna let you know that I’m gonna tell her how I feel,” he added.

There weren’t a lot of things that surprised Sukuna. Hell, he wasn’t surprised when he realized Toji liked you too. Who wouldn’t? You’re a total sweetheart.

But Toji’s sudden urge to confess and seek a serious relationship was unexpected. Sukuna didn’t remember the last time the man had called a woman after taking her out on one date.

He didn’t want you to end up as just another number in his phone book.

“And sacrifice your friendship with her for a good one-time fuck once you realize that you’re thinking with your dick? Sure, go ahead. But just so you know, she doesn’t deserve that,” Sukuna angrily countered.

“Oh, shut up. You’re only saying that so I’ll back off. You’ve started treating me differently ever since you started liking her too. Well, just so you know, I’m not afraid of a little competition. It’s obvious who she’ll pick.”

Toji cursed himself internally. He didn’t want a pick a fight with his friend, but when it comes to you, he could never rationalize his actions. He angled his head and folded his arms, tucking them by his pecs, trying to be as imposing as possible, “at least I don’t ignore her when she’s feeling down.”

Desperate times call for passive aggressive and triggering measures.

Sukuna chuffs as rage fills him to the brim, vermillion eyes trained on his peer. “Well, since we’re both obsessed with her, let’s settle this like men. Let’s spar-no gloves, no helmets. Whoever wins confesses to her first.”

Tension permeates the gym much like the thick musk of sweat. Toji licks his bottom teeth as he glares at Sukuna.

“Fine.”

The two men walk over to the opposite ends of the ring, wrapping their fists with white bandages. Warriors getting ready for a battle that would determine their fate.

Over the years, Sukuna had built himself to be a formidable fighter, often scaring his opponents by the sheer mention of his name.

His image, of course, never intimidated Toji. Their staunch friendship made it easy for him to not cower under Sukuna’s larger frame and daunting gaze. They’d been through thick and thin together. A brotherly bond like no other.

Though, when you were added into the equation, things changed. Exponentially.

Toji felt like he was having an out of body experience when he turned down a woman for yet another one night stand, feeling guilty for what you might think about his habits. He started styling his shaggy hair better, trimming it out of his eyes in hopes of you seeing him as a kempt man, unlike the unpolished ruffian he used to be.

Sukuna changed his vocabulary when you complained about him swearing too much. Though there were a few slips of tongue, he’d apologize soon after, only to feel rewarded when you’d giggle and tell him all was good. He found himself truly changing when he debated keeping the stray cat you found while walking to the gym one day. That cat still hangs out at his apartment. Until he finds a suitable owner of course (and not because it makes him feel like you’re both raising a child together whenever you ask about the little rascal).

The two men harnessed their emotions in every punch, each hit impacting harder than the last. By now, there were red splotches of both their blood on the bandages. They couldn’t tell if it was a mixture or their own.

Toji had landed a particularly hard punch in Sukuna’s stomach when you had walked in, chatting Uraume’s ear off about some Greek restaurant you discovered.

“I’m gonna go call Coach Yaga. You try to deescalate the situation,” Uraume instructs you before jogging towards the office.

You gasped as you heard the loud thump. The men were too busy brawling to notice that you had walked in.

“Oh my God!” You ran towards the ring, hand stamped to your mouth when you saw blood coating your friends’ bodies.

Toji looked at you momentarily, sending you a quick smile before ducking away from Sukuna’s attack. “Hey, you’re here early.”

“Yeah, and I’m glad I did. Why are you guys hurting each other like this? Stop it!”

“Oh, just relax, we’re only practicing,” Sukuna cajoles as he lands a hard punch on Toji’s jaw.

You could only wince at the sound. “You guys never fight without your gloves. What is going on?”

“Don’t worry about it,” both men said in unison.

There was no way you could’ve stopped the fight by entering the ring. You did not want to accidentally hurt yourself while trying to pry the two fighters apart.

So you watched and cringed each time someone got a gnarly punch, bruising them like a peach.

Toji peered up at you through his sweaty and matted bangs as you placed an ice pack on his bloody knuckles. He hissed as you pressed the cold brick even harder, trying to numb the area.

The boxers rash decision led you to where you stood right now: between them in the locker room with an opened first aid kit sitting on the same bench as them. By the time Coach Yaga arrived to break them apart, both men had battered each other to a pulp. Sukuna was sporting a painful purple eye that matched Toji’s (mainly because it was given in retaliation).

Toji had bruises all over his chest and both men had sent each other so many punches that the friction from the knuckle bandages had rubbed their skin raw, leaving their hands covered in blood.

As punishment, Coach Yaga sent them both to the locker room to fix their injuries themselves, but you couldn’t handle seeing them wince in pain every time they touched something so you followed them in.

Sukuna groaned as he lightly touched his purple eye and you immediately moved to where he was sitting to attend to it. You grabbed another ice pack and placed it by his brow bone. His hand was quick to cover yours, preventing you from moving it away immediately.

“What were you both thinking? Did you guys argue over something?”

You were met with silence, both men sitting like toddlers who had been caught trying to secretly stay up past bed time. “I don’t understand how you both can be so immature.”

You try to move your hand away from Sukuna’s ice pack but his hold is rigid. “Let me go, I need to look at Toji’s injuries and my hand’s going numb.”

Toji sends a smug smirk to Sukuna when you turn around to dig through the first aid box. Sukuna only replies to his friend by baring his fangs.

“I didn’t expect this at all. You guys are friends,” you continued as you dabbed ointment on the small cut on Toji’s jaw.

The raven haired man gulps as your scent enshrouds him. It’s much better than the amalgamated miasma of bleach and Old Spice in the locker room.

All while Toji was enjoying being close to you, Sukuna scoffed internally while watching the scene with his good eye. Two could play that game.

“Hey, could put a muscle relaxing patch on my back? I think I’ve got a huge bruise there,” Toji’s head whips towards his sparring partner as he chews the inside of his cheek.

You nod sweetly, and the place the ointment filled cotton pad in Toji’s palm so you could attend to Sukuna instead. Toji watched with betrayed eyes as you gasped at the sight of Sukuna’s back.

“Oh my God, you’re right. This looks horrible.” You glare at Toji. “You really didn’t hold back, didn’t you?”

“Are you seriously gonna blame all of this on me? What about my face?” Toji counters.

“You’re right. I can’t just blame this on you. You’re both at fault for ending up like this,” you reprimand both men as you stick a muscle relief patch on Sukuna’s back. The softness of your hands makes him momentarily forget about his pain.

“Meat-headed oafs,” you mumble under your breath.

“I think I’ve got a bruise on my back too. Can you apply a patch there?” Sukuna throws a middle finger to Toji when you turn your back to them.

When you’re about to go back to the first aid box after applying Toji’s patch, Sukuna pulls you to him again, “I think I need more patches on my ribs.”

Exhaustion begins to settle into your bones, but you listen to your friend anyway. You’re about to leave until Toji grabs your waist and pulls you into his direction.

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes. “Can you massage my biceps? They’re very sore—“

“Hey, I think my patch’s adhesive isn’t strong. Can you apply another one?” Sukuna interrupts.

Jealousy bubbles in both of them and it threatens to spill out.

“I asked her for help first!”

“But I can’t reach my back. You can touch your biceps just fine—“

“Both of you shut up! I’m not your slave. Uraume will help you. I’m mad and I’m going home. You’re both such babies.” And with that you walk out of the locker room with a sulking faces and folded arms.

“This is all your fault,” Toji blames. Sukuna simply slaps his friend’s bicep and Toji’s lack of a whimper makes him scoff.

“You just wanted an excuse for her to touch you. I needed real help.”

“You gotta do what you gotta do to get attention. I’m gonna confess to her before you know it.”

Sukuna knows he’s being warned. And he knows he shouldn’t wait around for too long or you’ll be swept away when he least expects it.

[randommle]

Is it obvious or not that I had a dsmp phase?

Meow I'm starting to think about dsmp again somehow

[hemmingshouse]

after hours | matt sturniolo

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what, sweetheart?”

a breathy laugh fell from your lips as you brought the duvet up to cover your face, a groan leaving your mouth as matt tried to pull the white sheets away so he could see your blushed up cheeks and the flushed state he got you in.

“hey!” he chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes, “can’t i look at my girl like she’s the most gorgeous thing walking this planet?”

you playfully rolled your eyes before scooching closer to your boyfriend. “you just fucked me senseless and now you’re showering me with cute shit. besides that, i’m not even sure if walking this planet is possible anymore - you ruined me, matthew.”

your words caused matt to let out a laugh as he shook his head, gliding his tongue across his teeth as his eyes scanned your beautiful face. the apples of your cheeks had a rosy tint to them and matt wasn’t sure if it was because you were flustered by his compliments or because you had just gotten down from your third orgasm - but it was safe to say the cozy and worn out look suited you more than anyone.

the way you were always so keen on laying together after having sex had matt in a chokehold. you’d rake your hands through his unruly mop of brunette curls, acrylic nails gently scraping his scalp in a calming manner. your warm and naked body wrapped around his, his fingers automatically running up and down your spine and sometimes ‘accidentally’ dipping down to grab a handful of your ass and pull one of your legs across his body so he could tease you by brushing his tip against the most sensitive part of your body.

your vanilla scented body butter caused his mind to go into overdrive, the familiar scent filling his nose as he had you pressed up against him while you yapped away about your plans for the following hours.

“plans? are we not staying in tonight, baby?” he jutted out his bottom lip, letting his thumb run over yours as he cupped your jaw with his hand. the coldness of his silver rings were a nice contrast against your flushed face, his gaze fiercely but comfortably upon you. “i thought we could go for another round after we finish eating the chinese takeaway?”

you groaned and let your head fall back for a second as a laugh escaped your mouth, noticing matt sporting a big grin as he looked at you. “you’re unbelievable.”

he playfully raised an eyebrow, “just to clarify,” he teased, “is that a yes or a no?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

hi my sugar plums!! i’m so sorry for being mia but life got a little rough and too much lately.. i’m doing a bit better now and finally found some time and willpower to write again so there we go! a cute lil blurb for y’all to enjoy. i promise i’ll get back into frequently writing and publishing 💘 thank you all for the love, it makes my heart allllll fuzzy mwah luv yew x