#“FUCKING NERD!!!” “I know im trying to be brain!!! :[ ”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

okay...as much as I hate it...its certainly something that Magneto decides to do a bunch of meth to get back in shape almost immediately after Charles leaves the planet to be with his newly resurrected bird wife. both on a character level and a 'editorial is doing everything possible to keep them apart' level

Dude you cannot say this to me after i spend all night drinking i cant tell if youre fuckin with me or not

[persy-r-bozo]

HI PERSY! 🩷 Trying to kick myself to send a message genuinely because I love hearing what you have to say but do you have any DHMIS headcanons you may want to share? I think you're a very creative person when it comes down to your ideas and you've always executed very unique concepts so if you DO FEEL COMFORTABLE I thought it would perhaps be the time I ask about that? Don't feel forced or whatever I'm just in the mood to hear (your thoughts) On the side note I wanted to let you know that I love you a lot and care so much about you, A really great, caring and compassionate friend you've been! I love seeing your posts and generally I'm also REALLY GLAD you followed me on Insta by extension!! Ilysm /p

HIII DOLL HAIII DOLL HIII!!!!!!!! :D

I suppose i'll talk about my Duck guy head cannon or some of them. bout time i do-

Ok so first ive noticed the trio never FULLY agree on anything usually (Except warren being a bitch boy lmao) Like As an example Red guy would love cheese, but yellow HATES it and duck just doesn't really care. Two of the trio would be on opposite sides of whatever there yapping about while the thirds in the middle opinion wise

In show example: In transport red guy wanted to leave. Duck wanted to stay and yellow wanted a lil trip.

Now i also think the webseries and tv show are connected BUT THATS JUST ME- i know that's more of an unpopular headcannon for the series.

now i think these thoughts go onto how the trio sees roy. Yellow LOVES roy. despite all the bad stuff. Even if yellow doesn't remember the shitty things roy does or treats him he is always hopeful.

Red guy HATES roy. he doesnt remember why, Hell- he probably doesnt even remember roy at all. Like imagine having a terrible nightmare where someone hurts you, and you meet that person irl. in reds perspective hes probably just scared of some random dude he barely knows.. But he does know him, just doesn't fully remember.

But that means ducks our middle ground here. and i think thats interesting. And thus i had the "Uncle duck" theory

(I see them as puppets in a puppet world cus thats more fun for me personally but this interpretation can be included in "they were humans once" theories too :] )

But i like to think duck knew roy. Roy and duck were friends. and thus yellow guys "Uncle" Not biologically but like your parents friend who hangs out all the time so you just end up calling them that.

and i like to think thats why subconsciously yellow guy really loves and has an admiration for duck! And why subconsciously duck hurts yellow sometimes. Because roy did it, it was normalized. that and they live in a house where violence is so normal ducks mentally ill ass might she violence as a love language of sorts.

i think the family episode has some "Evidence" though i wouldn't call it that lmao.

Duck diddnt have a family. So maybe roy was that too him. maybe thats why and how he got wrapped up in all of this in the first place. MAYBE thats why Lesley seems to despise him so much too.

in the family episode the twins say this the moment ducks gone At the family tree scenes. or along the lines of i dont recall.

"thats our uncle! and uncle is someone you like. but you dont really care or are sad when they leave " Could be lesley throwing shade at duck or trying to tell yellow not to care about him.

that and in yellow guys dream we see duck TWO times. (I think i gotta rewatch the series again fr works been tough)

The obvious dog duck ! and one scenes were we can see roy looking out a window.. but duck is also there. right next to that same window. dogs often represent loyalty and the fact ducks right behind roy during the scenes where yellow gets hit by the car. is just interesting i think.

I also think thats why the batteries thing affected him SO SO MUCH. not only did the status change, and thier lil hierarchy. (Duck just doesnt like change its apart of his character)

But if duck SAW the accident that broke yellow. and made him act and behave so differently. It probably wasn't a nice time for duck at all. its the same kid you babysat but hes just different. Uncannily different.. you hate it but you are aware its the same guy just you hate it..

and duck 100% forgot this a long time ago. but yellow guy putting in his batteries and turning back into that kid. Was probably crazy-

Duck watched yellow guy go from "Smart yellow" to "Yellow guy" and then when his minds been broken and fucked by this weird house.. . "Yellow guy" turns back into "Smart yellow" That change and uncanny feeling and that daja vu duck was feeling I feel. personally just works with how hes acting in that episode. Hes uncomfortable, scared, Its a change and he doesn't like change but this change feels familiar and BAD.

But thats just my main interpretation of duck and theory for him.

Hes not related to yellow but he might as well have been called "The dad"

Hes the dad that stepped up and then down again, then got stuck on the infinite stairwell in mario 64.

But im just yapping about my lil ideas for the bird man. Throw stones and tomato's at me if you wanna! Put me on a thrown or on the street next to a trash can. disagree or agree i dont mind !

[lockheedly]

talking about my sisters astronomy prac and looking on stellarium having the coolest time and then i saw sirius so obviously i go look for reg and hes in leo TELL ME WHY I NEARLY WENT LOOKING FOR JAMES CAT NO

[ceramini]

Could you do hot!sunghoonxhot!loser!reader or Jake, kinda like switching the roles btw I loved ur last drabble:3

⁺𝅄 𓊆 ❀ 𓊇 im not going to lie to you, this might be a bit more cringer than I wanted it to be (like cringe but not to much to the point it’s unreadable), but I hope you and whoever else is reading like it!! and tysm for liking the other ones ur so cute!! mwah <333

LET ME LOVE YOU ⋆˚࿔ YOU’RE NOT A FREAK

pair hot!sunghoon x nerd/loser!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags praise kink, overstim, established relationship ✿ scene you say weird stuff when you’re nervous. and unfortunately, you’re always nervous during sex. sunghoon’s used to it by now, he’s had two years to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he’s immune to the wild shit that comes out of your mouth. ────── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re already on your back when you realize it’s happening again. Your brain is short-circuiting and overcompensating with words, bad words, strange ones, the kind you’d never say if you had even an ounce of normal filter.

Sunghoon is kissing down your chest and you’re fully spiraling.

“I know this isn’t a good time,” you gasp, “but this is sort of giving, like, spiritual transcendence? Like religious ecstasy? Like Renaissance awe?”

He pauses.

Lifts his head.

And blinks up at you.

Your face is on fire.

“I didn’t mean that like a kink thing,” you say quickly. “Not like a nun thing. I just meant you’re really good at foreplay.”

He huffs out a laugh.

You throw your hands over your eyes. “I should be studied.”

Sunghoon’s smile tugs wide, amused in that quiet, understated way he always is. “You say that every time we fuck.”

“Because every time I get weirder!”

“You’re consistent. I like that about you.”

You peek between your fingers, pout forming. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not.”

And then he’s shifting down again, nosing along your inner thigh, his breath soft and warm where your underwear is already soaked through.

“You always talk like that when you’re nervous,” he says gently. “Like you can’t stop your brain from making everything into a weird metaphor.”

“I’m not even hot,” you mumble.

He blinks. “That’s not true.”

You shake your head. “It is.”

Sunghoon leans in and kisses the inside of your knee. “You’re not hot the way other people are. You’re hot the way you are. And I like that better.”

You melt. Completely.

“I’m—im kind of puffy too,” you say, voice shaking. “I think that’s why I always feel like I don’t know what to do. I’m not, like, porn-looking.”

Sunghoon hums. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not fine or sexy or anything—”

“I don’t want sexy.” His hands tug your panties off. “I want you.”

Your breath catches.

He kisses the top of your thigh again. “And yeah. You’re puffy. Soft. Warm. So sensitive I can barely touch her without you twitching.”

You go utterly still.

Then: “It’s honestly not fair how sweet you are to me.”

“You make it easy.”

You’re about to say something else, something dumb, probably, like “that’s a crit hit to my heart stat,” but then his tongue touches you and your whole body jerks.

“Sorry,” you whisper immediately. “Sorry, I just—nobody’s ever done it like that before—”

“Good.” He kisses you. “I want you to remember it’s me. Always me.”

You nod, breathless. “You should get an award or something. Like a Nobel Peace Prize but for making girls cry in a good way.”

He groans softly. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You adore me.”

“I do.” His voice is almost reverent. “And this cute, shy little cunt? She loves me too.”

You squeal. “Don’t say that!”

“Why not?”

“It’s— it’s embarrassing!”

Sunghoon’s laugh is muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your fingers curl in the sheets, your thighs tremble, and your brain refuses to stop trying to narrate the experience like it’s a podcast.

“I feel like I’m being emotionally unraveled,” you whimper. “Like a poorly woven scarf—”

Sunghoon pauses. Just long enough to lift his head and look at you.

“…A scarf?”

“A loose one!”

“You’re incredible.”

He says it with a look like he’s watching the sunrise. Like every unfiltered, loser-coded, clunky thing you say is the most endearing miracle on earth.

You cover your face again.

And he goes right back to it, tongue slow and thorough, fingers steady, kissing and sucking and working you open with such frustratingly gentle affection that by the time you’re shaking and moaning and gasping out a high, warbly, “Sunghoon, I think I see God—” you really mean it.

He lets you come once, then twice.

And when he finally pushes inside, you’re already trying not to cry.

“You okay?” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

You nod furiously. “I’m—I’m just not used to being wanted like this. I’m not used to being seen.”

Sunghoon stills for a moment.

Then he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

“You’re not invisible,” he murmurs. “Not with me. Never with me.”

You sob. He rocks into you gently, slow and warm and steady, like he’s trying to make a home out of the feeling.

And even when you say stuff like “You’re fucking my soul out through a celestial portal,” he just keeps kissing your temple, smiling against your skin, and whispering:

“Good. Let it all out.”

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd (join the taglist guys..)

[isabelckl]

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 3

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 4

The rest of the month bled together in that soft, glowing kind of way—every day bookmarked by the same routine. E in the morning. E during class. E when you were brushing your teeth or pretending to do homework. You talked about everything. Or nothing.

She kept you sharp. Made you laugh when your head was splitting from school noise. Kept you just distracted enough to forget you were tired all the time. And somewhere along the way, you stopped wondering who she was. Because it felt like she already knew you. Not the polished version people saw. You.

You’d stopped counting how many pictures you’d sent. Nothing technically scandalous. But enough to make her say “i’m not strong enough for this” at least three times a week.

You were on your phone, sprawled out in your usual seat in English—last sub of the day, last brain cell left.

You:

im on my last sub rn. talk to u later :(

E:

don’t think about me too much while you’re in class

You smirked.

You:

oh i will. especially us doing unholy things rn

E:

i’m blocking u.

You:

no ur not. u love it

You were still grinning like an idiot when the classroom door slammed open. Everyone scrambled to pretend they weren’t just throwing paper balls or stealing someone’s chair.

Ms. Alvarez was already holding a clipboard, face grim. “Alright, settle down. We’re starting a new graded requirement today—your final literature project. Half of your term grade will come from this. I’m pairing you up.”

Groans some cheers exploded. You barely registered it, still texting E something about being the main character in a forbidden library romance.

Until you heard your name.

“...and Ellie Williams.”

Your head snapped up, blinking.

A few snickers came from behind you, your friends catching it instantly.

One of them patted your shoulder, barely hiding a grin. “Oh, girl. Should we start worrying?”

You rolled your eyes and didn’t bother to answer.

Then a voice you hated piped up. Some guy you’ve never liked, probably trying to be funny.

“Maybe you could just show her your tits and she’ll do the work for you.”

You turned. Instantly.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped. Loud enough for people to hear.

He put his hands up, smirking. “Just suggesting.”

Ms. Alvarez didn’t seem to hear, or maybe she was pretending not to. “You’ll have six weeks. You’ll be required to sit beside your assigned partner during this class for the entire project period.”

Some complaints, some high-fives.

You grabbed your bag, eyes scanning. Ellie was still seated, alone near the front, chin in hand.

You made your way over slowly. She was on her phone, thumb tapping something out fast.

“Hey,” you said, soft and casual.

Her head snapped up. Like, immediately. Her phone vanished into her hoodie pocket so fast it was almost suspicious.

You raised your eyebrows slightly, not saying anything.

“Hey,” she replied, voice a little rough around the edges, like she’d just cleared it.

She blinked once, then moved quickly—grabbing the things from her desk and tucking them into her bag on the floor, her sketchpad sliding in last. Then, without saying anything, she reached out and dragged the desk and chair beside her, pulling them close in one fluid motion. The legs scraped loudly against the tile.

You cleared your throat, lowered into the seat, and placed your bag on top of the desk. One hand stayed tucked in the pocket of your skirt, curled loosely around your phone.

You didn’t say anything else and neither did she.

You both just sat there as Ms. Alvarez started droning about the project.

“This is a character-driven piece. Something with personal stakes. Introspection. Conflict. Subtext. You have six weeks.”

You barely heard her.

You unlocked your phone under the desk.

You:

i just wanna go home now and talk to you

(not being clingy)

You smirked without meaning to, biting the inside of your cheek.

Then waited.

Ms. Alvarez was saying something at the front—project guidelines, probably. But her voice felt like it was coming through a thick wall of static. You just kept your gaze on your screen. Quiet. Expectant.

Still nothing.

She usually replied right away. Even in class. Even with “busy” in her bio.

You stared at the chat a moment longer, thumb hovering over the screen. Not that you were being clingy. Obviously.

You bit your lip and glanced sideways.

Ellie was hunched over her notebook, scrawling notes in the margin like her life depended on it. Her leg bounced under the desk. Her grip on the pen was tight. Too tight. Like it might snap in half if she pressed any harder.

You sighed, leaned back in your seat, and slid your phone back into your pocket.

Your eyes stayed on the front of the room, but you weren’t really listening. Words blurred. The only thing in focus was that weird thrum in your chest. Like something off-key in a song you’ve heard too many times.

After a moment, your eyes drifted back to Ellie.

Her auburn hair was tied loosely at the base of her neck, strands slipping free at the sides and curling against her cheek. Her eyes flicked between the teacher and her notes, sharp and serious, like she was actually locked in.

You stared.

Just for a second too long.

Her brows were pinched in thought. She twirled her pen once, adjusted the way she sat, and pulled her hoodie sleeve down over her hand like she was trying to disappear into it.

You pressed your lips together, fingers tapping soundlessly against your arm as you crossed them tight over your chest, waiting for your phone to buzz.

Ms. Alvarez finally wrapped up her monologue with something about “use your time wisely” and “brainstorming starts now.” Then she sank into her desk like she was already exhausted by all of you.

Ellie cleared her throat, then quietly turned toward you.

She pushed her notebook halfway across the desk, her handwriting a little messy but precise enough to follow. She didn’t look at you at first—just tapped the edge of the page once, offering it like a peace treaty.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk and your chin on your knuckles. Watching her.

She glanced up, finally meeting your eyes. “Do you have anything in mind?”

You did.

Maybe E.

But you didn’t say that, of course.

Instead, you reached over and plucked the pen from her hand. Your fingers brushed for just a second—warm

You lowered your eyes and started scribbling into the corner of her notes.

Fantasy. Coming-of-age. Drama. Romance. Sapphic.

You underlined the last one.

When you slid the notebook back, she tilted her head at it. Just slightly. Her eyes skimmed the list, and then her lips twitched—barely noticeable. But it was there.

“Sapphic,” she repeated, like she was tasting the word.

You shrugged, eyes flicking up. “Just a suggestion.”

She looked at you again. Not judgmental. Not even surprised.

You raised your eyebrows at her—challenging, almost daring her to say something.

Ellie leaned back slightly. Her voice dropped just a little. “Are you sure?” she asked, voice low and husky. “I mean… you’ve got a reputation.”

You didn’t bother hiding the eye roll that followed.

With one hand, you slid the notebook back across the desk toward her. “You can suggest what you think,” you said flatly. Calm. Measured.

She picked up the pen again and wrote underneath:

Agreed.

You raised your eyebrows again.

That’s it? She just… agreed?

“No suggestions?” you asked, skeptical. “Nothing on your mind? You just agreed we write a sapphic book?”

Ellie didn’t even look up. “Nope,” she said, the pen already back in her hand, sketching something random in the corner of the page. A shape. A line. A loop.

You narrowed your eyes at her, gaze flicking over her blank expression. “Well,” you muttered, scanning her with a mock offense, “I expected something much more from you. I mean, you’re the nerd here.”

That earned a glance—sideways, brief. The corner of her mouth tugged, like she was fighting off a smirk.

“Well, I also didn’t expect you to suggest writing a sapphic book,” she replied, dry.

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

Ellie shrugged. “You’ve got a reputation, remember?”

You didn’t even flinch. Just let out a breathy scoff, leaning forward on your elbows again, voice low but pointed. “I just told our classmate to shut the fuck up because he said I could show you my tits and you’d do the work for me. Do you think I care about reputation?”

That caught her.

Ellie blinked, startled for a beat, then let out a short breath—half laugh, half disbelief. “Jesus,” she muttered, her gaze flicking to yours. “Didn’t know you were like that even in personal.”

You frowned. “Huh? Like what?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just glanced down at the notes again, something unreadable twitching in her expression.

You scoffed softly and leaned back, arms folding across your chest again. Your eyes darted to Ms. Alvarez, who was now busy at her desk, rifling through a drawer.

“And oh, please,” you said, dry. “It’s not like Ms. Alvarez isn’t gay either.”

Ellie looked at you, blinking.

“That’s why she has no husband at her age,” you went on, tone casual like you were talking about the weather. “She likes girls. And the rumors, Ellie—you’ve heard them. She won’t mind reading a sapphic piece.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching.

“I bet she’ll like it very much.”

Ellie stared at you for a moment longer and looked away.

But not before you caught it—that flicker of a smirk, barely there.

She shook her head once, muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Unbelievable,” and went back to scribbling.

Ellie tapped her pen a few times against the edge of the desk, then tilted her head slightly.

“So,” she said. “What’s it gonna be? Angsty? Enemies to lovers?”

You squinted at her, lips already twitching. Then, without saying a word, you reached out—snatching her notebook and pen in one smooth motion.

Ellie blinked, caught off guard.

You scribbled one word in bold, all caps:

SMUT.

Then slid it back to her with a raised brow and the kind of smug grin you only pulled when you were being very annoying on purpose.

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Smut?” she repeated, slow, confused. “How… it’s not appropriate, I think.”

You bit back a laugh. “Of course it’s not,” you scoffed. “I’m just fucking with you.”

She stared at the word a second longer.

You plucked the notebook back and crossed out SMUT with a dramatic scribble, then started writing again beneath it.

“Anyway, I think something like friends to lovers or whatever,” you said, voice a little more thoughtful now. “It’s the easiest for me to write.”

You kept jotting down rough plot beats, loose ideas—nothing concrete yet. Just bullet points. Your handwriting was starting to drift sideways, slanted and lazy.

When you glanced up again, Ellie was watching you.

Her chin rested in her hand, elbow propped against the desk, eyes steady on your face like she was studying something. Like she was seeing a new side of you. Quiet. Focused.

There was something unguarded about her in that moment. Something soft around the edges. Like maybe—for just a second—she forgot to keep her usual walls up.

You paused, blinking. “What?”

She didn’t answer nor move.

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh,” you said slowly, tilting your head to mirror her. “You’re interested in writing that smut?”

That seemed to break the spell.

Ellie blinked, straightened slightly. “No,” she muttered, her voice low and curt as she grabbed the notebook back from you.

You watched her quietly as she flipped to a clean page and started jotting something down like nothing happened. Like she hadn’t just been staring at you for maybe… kind of a long time.

Her pen scratched against the paper. Her face calm again. Composed. But her ears were slightly pink.

“You’re red,” you said, your voice teasing, a smirk tugging at the edge of your lips.

Ellie didn’t look up. “It’s warm in here.”

You raised a brow. “Right. Sure it is.”

She clicked her pen once—sharp, deliberate—then turned to you with a look so flat it could’ve been carved from stone.

“Better red than desperate for plot-driven foreplay,” she said, completely deadpan.

Your mouth fell open.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, scandalized. “You are thinking about the smut.”

Ellie didn’t respond. Just returned to her notes like nothing happened, but the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

You grinned, triumphant.

You watched her for another beat, amused. “You didn’t deny it.”

Ellie didn’t look up, but her pen paused. “I’m ignoring you.”

You leaned over, voice lower now. “You’re failing miserably.”

That got you a side glance. Brief. Sharp. But not annoyed. More like she was trying not to smile and losing the battle entirely.

You tapped her notebook with your nail. “So, what is this groundbreaking lesbian epic we’re writing?”

“Plot ideas,” she said, clearing her throat. “Since you keep distracting me.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “Am I allowed to see, or are you gonna bite me if I try?”

Without a word, she tilted the notebook your way.

You leaned closer.

There was a character with too many feelings and a bad temper. Another one with trust issues and what looked like “shitty taste in people” scribbled in parentheses.

You frowned, eyes skimming back over the notes. “‘Shitty taste in people’?”

Ellie didn't say anything at first, just twirled her pen between her fingers, like maybe if she spun it fast enough, she wouldn’t have to answer. But eventually, she shrugged.

“Some people keep going back to things that hurt them. It’s realistic.”

You stared at her for a beat. The way she said it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t dramatic either—just honest, like she’d written that trait from experience, not imagination.

You leaned back a little. “Nope.”

Ellie blinked. “What?”

“Nope,” you repeated, already reaching for the notebook. “Too depressing. I’m not writing about heartbreak or sad girls with commitment issues. I’ve got enough of that in real life.”

She didn’t stop you as you turned to a fresh page, clicking your own pen open with purpose. “Let’s try this again.”

You started scribbling, words forming in fast, slanted loops.

Two characters. Childhood friends who lost touch. One returns unexpectedly. Maybe there’s a stupid school festival involved. Maybe someone’s in denial. Maybe they’re both idiots, and it takes a whole novella of almosts before anything actually happens.

You glanced sideways to find Ellie watching your hand move. She didn’t interrupt. Just kept staring like she was trying to match the rhythm of your pen to the shape of your thoughts.

You paused, tapped the page. “This is better.”

Ellie tilted her head. “Friends to lovers?”

You nodded. “Less depressing. More yearning.”

“Yearning is depressing.”

“It’s a good ache.”

She was quiet for a second, then let out a tiny exhale—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s write something stupid and soft.”

Ellie took the pen from your hand without asking and leaned over the notebook again, brow furrowed in thought. You didn’t say anything. Just watched her as she wrote—quiet, focused, occasionally pausing to tap the pen against her chin. The sunlight from the classroom windows had shifted, painting her in a late afternoon haze of gold and orange. It softened the sharp lines of her face, caught in the ends of her lashes and the auburn strands slipping from her hoodie.

She looked like a photograph that could blur if you stared too long.

The bell finally rang, loud and abrupt. Ms. Alvarez raised her voice over the sudden scrape of chairs and chattering students, tossing out reminders about deadlines and word count minimums. Nobody listened.

Ellie shut the notebook with a quiet thud and began gathering her things, slipping the sketchpad into her bag and adjusting the strap of her guitar case. You stood, grabbing your own bag from the desk and sliding your phone from your skirt pocket out of habit.

Your fingers unlocked the screen before you could stop them, eyes drifting to your last message to E. Still no reply. You stared at it for a moment longer than you meant to. The bubble of words just sitting there. Unseen. Unanswered.

You let out a breath, sharp and quiet, then turned to Ellie just as she slung the guitar over her shoulder.

“By the way,” you said, holding your phone out toward her, “I need your number.”

She glanced at you, nodded, and took your phone without a word. Her fingers moved fast, thumb flying across the screen before she handed it back and silently offered her own. You typed yours in, quick and neat, and gave it back with a nod.

The room was already half-empty, filled with leftover noise and footsteps in the hall.

You walked out, phone back in your hand, your thumb instinctively brushing over the screen. You opened your messages again.

Still nothing.

Your eyes stayed on it as you moved with the current of students spilling into the hallway—sunlight flickering across lockers and tile. You didn’t notice when Ellie fell in step beside you until she asked, casually, like it was nothing.

“You waiting for someone to text you back?” Ellie said as she walked past, not even slowing down.

You blinked, glanced up—but she was already a few steps ahead, her guitar slung over her back, hoodie pulled up.

You didn’t answer. Just looked down at your phone again, just as a message from E lit up your screen.

Your chest tightened with that familiar tug—the kind you only ever felt with her.

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[sweeterthancandy]

sam!! my love

thinking about stanford!sam… studying with him, but its more hes studying and your staring at him just wanting to get dicked down

moral of the story sam cant say no to you and finally lets you have him

same vibe as like teasing under the desk in a meeting

oh youre a fucking genius thank you so much for this image

sugar

warnings: afab!reader, nerdyyyy flustered sammy, almost sucking him off?, spit stuff kinda, size kink if you squint, riding, lots of petnames, reader is a big tease

wc: 1k - nsfw content below the cut 🍭

sam was never the most popular guy at school, he was just another lanky, sarcastic, and awkward nerd. always studying and prepping for you dont even know what, always just kinda sitting in the back of the class listening intently.

and that just made you want him more.

so thats how you ended up in his dorm, watching your boyfriends expressions change with each problem on the page. god the way his huge hands twitch along the paper, the veins in his forearm popping as he grips the pencil tighter, his neck-

“you paying attention?” he spoke sounding almost disappointed as he catches you drifting off. “uhhhhhhhh…. ok sammy im sorry” you fold instantly not being able to lie to him. “seriously.” he shakes his head and looks back at the paper.

“its just you look so good right now.. i need you baby” your voice got quieter as your sentence went on. hes choosing to ignore your cries, not out of malice but out if pure commitment to his studies, “pleaseee” you whine out shuffling in your chair, pressing your thighs together just trying to get any friction you could.

“this is really important” he mutters to you, not even raising his chin. the look of determination in his eyes, hes soooo fucking smart and you love it, you love being able to just turn your brain off around him.

ok its all just becoming too much you need to do something.

thats how you found yourself lowering yourself to the ground to rest on your knees, your sharp nails run across his thighs as you lick you lips in preparation. “uhh..what-what are you doing” hes flustered.

“just keep working baby just wanna-“ all you can do is look at him with big begging eyes for only a few seconds before they move down to the bulge in his baggy jeans, fingers going to play at his belt, “wanna take your big, big c-“

“ohhhh-haha-no ok no jokes over get up now..” he pants out, wheeling his chair away for a moment. you could tell this was getting him riled up, his eyes filled with sheer lust at seeing you like this all for him.

“you dont wanna be in my mouth, sammy?” you look down with a pout, slowly standing up, peeling off your tight tshirt in the process. his jaw is agape as he leans back in his chair just watching you.

“you dont wanna feel all of me- see all of me?” your fumble with the button of your shorts before letting them slip down off your ankles.

you walk towards him like a panther to its prey, “you dont want that?” you whisper as you hover above him. as you look down you see his bulge has grown to a stiffer, tighter point. “please” is all it took for him to say before you ripped him up from his seat and throw him onto the bed.

straddling almost instantly leaving sloppy kisses all over his face, “of course i want that sweetheart- i just- get busy - you know that” he rushes out between kisses. “mhm” you buzz uninterested as your hands find their way to his belt again, “take you shirt off.” you say with urgency.

pulling it off his head with no problem he throws it to the corner of his room, where hed eventually lose this shirt due to the lack of care. you finally get to his zipper just begging to feel him, your fingers dip into his boxers and pull him out entirely.

“shit-there it is” you moan softly with dark eyes, “ohh god ok-“ sam whimpers as you hold him in gently in your hand, beginning to stroke him up and down as you move off of him to let your mouth hover above it.

his hands come to your hair, bringing it together to hold it all in a tight fist, “mmmgod shit” the curses leave his lips just as yours leave sweet kisses to his tip.

you moan as you lick all the way up his dick, letting all your saliva drip out the corner of your mouth wanting, needing to make a mess all over him. you lower your mouth onto him slowly sucking a few inches, just enough to tease before pulling your mouth off with a pop.

“god i cant fucking take this-get up here” he throws his head back with a moan as he yanks your head up before releasing you completely just to grab your hips to straddle him.

“what’re you do-mm“ before you could even think your panties are pushed to the side and hes sliding you down onto him with loud noises coming from the both of you. he bottoms himself out making you feel complete and so so good.

with urgency now he starts pumping himself up into you with ease as he hold your hips steady above him, “fuck me s’good-“ your eyes roll back as the sensation takes over, you cant believe this is how sam winchester is in bed, quiet, awkward, smart sammy.

after awhile of him helping you out as his chest gets mauled, meaning you scratched the living shit out of it, you start to bounce on him at what seems the fastest you ever have.

“s’close-s’close-dont ever stop-so fuckin’ tight” sam likes to ramble when hes close, he gets all nervous and blushed, his hands grip onto your tits just a little tighter. “yeah? want me to fuck you harder?” an audible whine leaves his lips, so that means yes.

your ass slaps against his hips with a loud slap over and over and over and “ohgod-agh fuck fuck” you squeal at the white hot sensation you gave into. “cum baby im cumming i am i am-“ the sound of your noises and the raw flesh slapping against each other were obscene.

pants were all you heard as you came down never getting off of him just grounding yourself until you saw him smirk and rub gentle circles on your hip. “you wanna get food?”

i hope this wasnt toooo self indulgent this was the best ask everrrr thank so so much!!!

[c0tt0nballz]

I love that one meme so much i wanted to draw carmen with the club before the joke died, PLUS!! Under the cut im gonna talk about carmen's attitude towards the boys and stuff yayyy, tl;dr at the end too

Carmen & pete :

Carmen always sees him in the horror section of the store, always renting the yuckiest stuff to flex, but Pete only ends up looking like a total wimp, one time when Carmen was checking out some of the merch to see if they were in good condition, she had the horrible luck of opening a creepshow novel just as Pete was walking by, he went into an absolute meltdown and started to question her on every single useless shit that was in it, "do you even know who created creepshow?" "Name ONE artist that worked in any of the volumes", he was just trying to start a conversation, but came off as some stuck-up ass wipe that Carmen would have punched in the nose if it wasnt for the security cameras, overall.

Carmen thinks Pete is a depraved grimy elf that escaped santa's factory after trying to bang his daughter.

Pete thinks Carmen is a huge cunt who needs her brain fixed with an ice pick and some anti-feminist tapes.

Carmen & Jerry :

They havent really talked much, but that doesn't mean he is any safe from her hate, the first time she saw Jerry was with the club, that gave her an idea about the kind of person he is, she ignores him the most since he never fights back, only murmus stuff under his breath or scoffs while walking away, not much to say, they never interract, nothing ever comes out from trying.

Carmen thinks Jerry is an extremely annoying string-bean with 0 backbone, always avoiding conflict by agreeing with the mayority, a baby sheep.

Jerry thinks Carmen is so bitchy for no reason, he knows nothing about her, has no idea why she is like this, but he hates it, and honestly, he is a bit scared of her.

Carmen and Josh :

Carmen lets out the hugest sighs when Josh comes into the store, of course every single member is a sign of bad luck, but he is a guarentee day-fucked ticket, always whining about something, stealing shit, fighting, arguing, mostly with Carmen, he gets on her nerves on a really weird way, she mostly ignores everyone but he is just, fun to fuck with? She still isnt sure, but they do argue a lot.

Carmen thinks Josh is a huge baby and a failed attempt at a know-it-all with lots of mommys cash.

Josh thinks Carmen is a witch and scammer, even thought she has 0 control over prices.

Carmen and Bill :

This duo is never at ease when near eachother, if Carmen had to choose who to hit first with her broom, she'd choose to Bill, she wouldn't hit anyone else she would just keep hitting Bill until the broom breaks, she can still remember the odd feeling that went through her whole body like a shock when Bill first appeared, it was something she never felt before, like a 100 slimes crawling in her back, she knew there was something about Bill that she could NOT brush off her mind, it wasn't fear, it wasn't hate, it was... so sentimental... then her bubble of thought broke once Bill started to ask what was a girl doing behind the counter, thats when their life long rivalry started.

Carmen thinks Bill is a psychopathic slime nerd thing that needs to be put in a nut house before he does something worse than what he did at Joe's.

Bill thinks Carmen is a sell out whore who is trying to destroy and disparage nerd culture as we know it.

TL;DR : Carmen hates everyone and everyone hates her

[dreamertf]

A Little Shaping

/contains ai video, use of the f slur

/contains muscle growth tf, suggestion, hypnosis

Carlos was tired of living the same horrible life every single day. He lived in a conservative area that constantly reminded him he was in a convervative area. The college he went to was no different. Everyone treated him like dirt, including the professors. It wasn't hard to tell he was gay, one look at his shapely eyebrows and pristine clear skin and the word faggot would immediately come to mind.

His only friend was Jeremy, a nerdy short computer science major who definitely had his own biases and judgment towards carlos' "lifestyle" but he was at least cordial and treated him like a human.

Carlos had to admit. Although nerdy, Jeremy had been a bit attractive. Maybe it was just because he was the only one who was nice to carlos-- but carlos swore that Jeremy's skinny slightly muscled frame, messy hair, and square glasses were attractive.

"Whats up carly"

Carlos smiled as jeremy showed up on screen. Jeremy had one airpod in, leaned over his bed. Fuck, he was cute.

"Hey jeremy. You ready?"

"As ready as i can be, what should i do?"

Carlos has promised him he had found some sort of magic hypnosis thing that would help bring confidence to him. Jeremy, being the insecure needy nerd he was, obliged.

"Just sit there and relax"

"Done"

"Focus on my lips, im gonna count back from three, with each number you'll fall deeper into sleep."

Jeremy's eyes focused on carlos' lips.

"3"

Something clicked in jeremy he continued staring at Carlos' lips, his pupils dialating.

"2"

His eye lids felt droopy, he struggled to keep them open- but something compelled him to stare at Carlos' lips, no matter how tired he was.

"1"

The phone fell onto his bed as jeremy conked out.

"Can you hear me jeremy"

"Yes" jeremy replied in a monotonous voice.

"Great, pick up your phone so i can see you."

Jeremy did as he was told, swatting around on the bed a little looking for the phone, his head and shoulders slowly came into view, his eyes still closed.

"You have immense confidence and have no difficulty doing anything as you know you can accomplish anything you put your mind to. You border on cocky but you know when to humble yourself."

Jeremy's posture shifted a little bit as his brain rewired itself. Now it was time for carlos to have some fun. Getting Jeremy in this position was the hardest part. Now all he has to do is shape him a little.

" I want you to describe our friendship to me."

"You're a great friend. You're always there when i need help or advice, but I wish that you weren't gay. It makes me uncomfortable sometimes."

That stung, although he feared that was the case before. When they were at school or in public together, Jeremy kept a clear distance between them so that they wouldn't look like a couple.

"Jeremy, you are the most confident guy on the planet, but when it comes to your sexuality and me, you're not so confident. you're deep in the closet. You've had a crush on me since you met me. You are gay, girls just don't do it like guys do. You've tried but no dice. That's why your friends with me, to get closer. Isn't that right?"

"Yes"

"You find me irresistible, you love twinks and you'll always forever be loyal to me. I am your world, you try to impress me everyday and you'll do anything i say."

"Yes"

Carlos was getting hard at the thought of jeremy being secretly into him and being too deep in denial to say anything. He couldn't stop making changes.

"Although you're a computer science major, you've always been a jock. You are on our college's football team. Brains and brawn. You spend your time in the gym, at football practice, studying, or with me."

"Yes"

"When you wake up, you will transform into a 6'5" power top that loves me. Although you still haven't come to terms with your sexuality. You will work up the courage to confess to me soon. Reality will change around you so that everyone remembers you like this."

"Yes"

"Wake up, hunk."

Jeremy's eyes open slowly as he stood up. His spine cracked as it grew longer. His shirt melted off of him as his body instanteously exploded woth muscle from hard work on the football field and gym. His hair lengthened to a shag as his face became more structured. His acne cleared, his eyes fixated on the twink in front of him.

"Sup carly" jeremy purred, his voice deep and demanding.

Carlos was so hard he could bust a load right there. His nerdy friend had turned into a nerdy hunk in front of his eyes.

Jeremy stretched his arms up as his muscle rippled underneath his skin, clearly showing off, but playing it off. Jeremy grunted as he cracked his back and stretched.

"Hey uh quick question. What are you studying again?"

"Comp sci with a minor in kinesiology, why dude?"

"Just wondering, full ride right?"

"Ya, got that scholarship money from football. You know all of this why are you askin?"

"no reason"

"K weirdo. So do you wanna play tf2 or something before i have to leave for practice?" Jeremy said as he moved his phone to his desk. As he moved, it was clear that he was hard, and the thing was huge! Carlos hadn't even changed anything there, thats just how he was naturally.

"Sure stud" carlos said flirtatiously, seeing jeremy's dick twitch in response.

Boy was he excited to watch his stud of a friend navigate being in the closet.

[chloyappa]

moon melon

—kenma x reader ! oneshot

for some reason, you had your happy crush—kozume kenma—added on roblox. you can search every nook and cranny of your brain and you wouldn't be able to recall a single moment you'd interact with him.

you tried swiping past appl_p1 with grow a garden under, trying to find actual friends you can play grow a garden with.

none. other than some random people you added two years ago.

you decided to play on a public server—fighting against your moral compass saying NO—and risk your ginormous golden eggplant getting stolen. and also fighting against all thoughts that hope the roblox gods bless you and send you to the same server as kozume.

the screen loaded, slightly lagging because of your shit internet, and started walking around.

what a beautiful—oh my fucking GOD? what a sprinkler method abuser! you thought to yourself when just a little less than half of your garden was totally eaten by a shit ton of oversized moon melons.

but what was more interesting is the collect button tempting you to steal that one moon melon.

the colors danced around your screen, luring you in like a toddler watching dancing fruits; rainbow aura surrounding the big, disco mutated moon melon.

your finger hovered over the fruit. not only was it disco, it was also gold, wet, moonlit, AND bloodlit.

it's only 37 robux. imagine how much that would sell for?

what can i lose? other than the robux, that is.

you clicked the collect button, paid the 37 robux, and happily steal the fruit that would make you a billionaire. for a second, you felt like the most successful thief in the world—HELL, maybe you could even challenge bonnie & clyde—but good things come to an end.

a bacon head approached you, obviously furious.

appl_p1: my moon melon appl_p1: GIVE BACK MY appl_p1: #### ### ############# appl_p1: i have ten nukes directed to ur house

oh? and all you can do is smile at the sight of kozume berating you over some stupid game. for all he knows it's actually you behind the screen. so it's fine. you calmly type back in chat,

[user]: lolol [user]: what a nerd [user]: getting pissy boiiii

you scoffed at myself, fighting with my crush.

you noticed his character now still, unlike earlier which was jumping around you. you pursed your lips, anticipating everything but what he was going to say.

appl_p1: [name]. appl_p1: give me my MOON MELON appl_p1: IM ACTUALLY GOING TO POUNCE ON YOU appl_p1: DONT GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW

oh, so he remembered. HE KNOWS WHO I AM! he remembers that he added ME. MY roblox account.

it's like a switch turned on in you—that 37 robux turned into nothing as you gifted back his moon melon and jumped around his avatar, hoping that he'd forgive you even without an apology.

but you guess gifting his fruit back was an apology?

[user]: sorry kozume [user]: i didnt knoe it wad u [user]: promise i wouldnt even even graze my finger tip against ur fence

his character then jumped around yours, holding out an abnormally large, shocked mushroom. then the gift thingy popped up on the side of your screen.

...

WHAAAAATT!!!

[user]: WHAT appl_p1: take this one instead appl_p1: figured u needed more appl_p1: and call me kenma appl_p1: kozume is so... idk i dont like it

you felt heat rush to my face when you accepted the gift, holding yourself back from squealing like a rat at 12 in the morning.

appl_p1: tho i gotta admit ur weird as hell

but that didn't matter to you. you jumped around his avatar, typing different varieties of typos in thank yous.

you favorited the fruit in your inventory and teleported to your garden to see what was up. it was actually just an excuse to prove to kozume that you don't have a crush on him and that you actually am just a normal person playing with him that joined his server out of the millions of public servers and hahahahahahshaahahahahhdhhdhdndndnd

ok. your brain short-circuited. you were mindlessly jumping around in your garden and climbing the trees, finding something to do in the game.

appl_p1: wanna play vb legends?

you swore you envisioned steam coming from your scalp from how broken your brain was at the moment. giddiness actually made you physically ill.

[user]: Ondl [user]: o [user]: ok [user]: tomrorow. bai kemna

and with that, you swiftly left the game and proceeded to stay up until 4 AM daydreaming about kenma.

holy shit post. sorry for ass grammar brah... writing is NOT my strong suit

[mays-simping-for-leona]

𓏲̣̇.170 reasons to love leona —not joking ⏤͟͟͞͞★

𓏲̣̇.idfk what im doing but i just need to do it ain't no way, my brain is gonna burn thinking of reasons to write this🙏🏻 ⏤͟͟͞͞★

𓏲̣̇.info

this post will discuss 170 reasons to love leona kingscholar ⏤͟͟͞͞★

im setting reader here to be fem

Emotional – Psychological – Social – Intellectual – Physical – Spiritual – Lifestyle – Practical – Creative – Temporal

this is all aspects mentioned

𓏲̣̇. Enjoy!⏤͟͟͞͞★

sorry for being late to post, this whole thing got deleted at reason 104 and i had to rewrite it all

while he may look cold to other people in general, he is definitely not cold to you at all. this man when in love will be so emotional even if he hides it

gentleman, he is so good at princess treatment since he respects women, and NO i don't like when he makes yiu his own pillow he will never force you into this. i believe he is the kind of guy to just take care of you when you are on your period, focuses on you

his love language is physical touch (duh of course he is touchstarved)

gives you a cute silly nickname as some sort of love

acts of service is his fav thing, he will probably love it when you fix his braids for him and he will buy you extra food

he is a nerd, so he can help you with your homework

he won't cheat, that man barely allowed himself to even THINK about dating, let alone cheating

He values quality time together, he will love sitting under a tree with you, shower together, eat together, just sit and stare in each other eyes without saying anything. your presence alone will keep him in love

he knows games like chess, and is a bookworm, so he will keep you entertained 24/7 when you two are bored

he is a bit jealous, he is not that kind of dude to go into a fight just because someone looked at you or do something crazy..he won't use his fists, he is mature, not a kid (just a reminder that he is 20, not a jealous 16 yrs old)

he will ACTUALLY try to be better for you, he is depressed and insecure, but like any healthy relationship — both of you will benefit and learn good, new habits from each other and improve yourselves!

he will let you steal his clothes and will absolutely love it when his scent is on you

idk if this is mentioned in game, but i think he is more likely to share food! he will even let you finish the whole meal and then you realize he didn't even eat

he doesn't fucking care how you look, curvy or not, pretty or not, this man will basically love you for your approach and personality, love you because you are his safe place not his sexy wife material!(i don't mean he won't appreciate your beauty, but beauty in general? not a main standard, he can still love you even if you are not —but you are, i believe everyone is beautiful🫶🏻)

he is not scared or ashamed of showing his love in public! he will cuddle, kiss, hold hands, lean on you, do anything lovely or affectionate in front of people

he is so intelligent and smart, he can plan cleverly and does things..a lot of his behavior are made with logical and rational assessment, even if he seems dull, uninterested, or asleep all the time

He doesn’t live in illusions. He knows his strengths and limits and doesn’t try to fake anything. His realism may come off as cynical, but it keeps him mentally grounded and resilient to disappointment

Even in his laziness, he’s magnetic. He has a commanding presence and a calmness that hints at power. This type of charisma can be both comforting and intimidating depending on who’s facing him

Though he's a bottled-up, explosive type, he rarely actually erupts. He’s able to suppress his emotions and endure pressure—a sign of strong psychological restraint

He doesn’t follow others blindly or care to fit in. His self-driven mindset makes him mentally sturdy, even when the world pushes against him

He doesn’t sugarcoat things to himself. If he’s bitter, he knows it. If he’s angry, he accepts it. This self-awareness shields him from inner contradictions that often lead to mental strain

Despite his rebellious streak, he knows how to act according to the situation. He can retreat when it’s smart or strike when needed. This kind of psychological flexibility is rare, especially in strong personalities

Though he pretends not to care, he quietly respects and protects those he values (like Ruggie and his dorm members). His loyalty is subtle, but real—rooted in depth rather than words.

Leona knows who he is. His feelings about being the "second-born," his view of the royal system, and his inner conflicts all contribute to a solid, stable identity despite his insecurities and mental situation

Though he mocks others, he genuinely respects competence. He may envy someone’s strength, but he doesn’t deny it. This shows a quiet sense of fairness and appreciation for true merit

Leona has experienced emotional maturity—but the harsh kind. He doesn’t live in idealism. He expects no fairness or mercy from the world. This early maturity led him to abandon dreams, but not understanding. He reads emotions clearly, but often chooses to detach rather than engage

His laughter is never pure. He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities.His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrations

Leona is hyperaware of unfairness, especially in systems of rank, power, or bloodline. His resentment toward the throne isn’t just jealousy—it’s the ache of being "second best" no matter how capable he is. This gives him a rare emotional depth—he understands injustice profoundly, and even empathizes (secretly) with others who are overlooked.

Though he acts indifferent, Leona hates being less than excellent. Sometimes, he self-sabotages, but deep down there’s always that voice whispering: "If I were first, I’d do it better." This internal tug-of-war between perfectionism and resignation fuels his ongoing frustration and will always keep trying to be better and seek your (and secretly others) approval

He didn’t become Savanaclaw's dorm leader by accident. Leona possesses natural leadership instincts: he commands order, earns respect, and maintains control. If not for his bitterness toward the idea of kingship, he could’ve become a truly great ruler

peacefulLeona loves the sun, silence, and lying in places. This isn’t just laziness—it’s a genuine desire for inner calm, for a world without pressure or comparison. There’s a quiet poet in him, one who seeks peace more than praise

He doesn’t trust easily. He rarely opens up. But this is measured caution, not coldness. He chooses his inner circle with precision—and when someone does earn his trust, the connection runs deep

He may act like he doesn't care, but Leona very much watches over those he deems “his pack.” If someone messes with someone he respects or cares about—good luck to them

He doesn’t pick on the weak for no reason. If someone’s in trouble and not deserving of it, Leona’s likely to step in—even if silently

He doesn’t need to bark orders. People follow him because he carries authority effortlessly. He’s the kind of leader others naturally look to during chaos

He doesn’t live in illusions. He knows his strengths and limits and doesn’t try to fake anything. His realism may come off as cynical, but it keeps him mentally grounded and resilient to disappointment

Even in his laziness, he’s magnetic. He has a commanding presence and a calmness that hints at power. This type of charisma can be both comforting and intimidating depending on who’s facing him

Though he's a bottled-up, explosive type, he rarely actually erupts. He’s able to suppress his emotions and endure pressure—a sign of strong psychological restraint

He doesn’t follow others blindly or care to fit in. His self-driven mindset makes him mentally sturdy, even when the world pushes against him

He doesn’t sugarcoat things to himself. If he’s bitter, he knows it. If he’s angry, he accepts it. This self-awareness shields him from inner contradictions that often lead to mental strain

Despite his rebellious streak, he knows how to act according to the situation. He can retreat when it’s smart or strike when needed. This kind of psychological flexibility is rare, especially in strong personalities

Though he pretends not to care, he quietly respects and protects those he values (like Ruggie and his dorm members). His loyalty is subtle, but real—rooted in depth rather than words.

Leona knows who he is. His feelings about being the "second-born," his view of the royal system, and his inner conflicts all contribute to a solid, stable identity. This self-definition gives him unshakable confidence

Though he mocks others, he genuinely respects competence. He may envy someone’s strength, but he doesn’t deny it. This shows a quiet sense of fairness and appreciation for true merit.Leona has experienced emotional maturity—but the harsh kind.

He doesn’t live in idealism. He expects no fairness or mercy from the world.This early maturity led him to abandon dreams, but not understanding.He reads emotions clearly, but often chooses to detach rather than engage.His laughter is never pure.

He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities.His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrations

His laughter is never pure. He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities

His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrationsLeona is hyperaware of unfairness, especially in systems of rank, power, or bloodline

His resentment toward the throne isn’t just jealousy—it’s the ache of being "second best" no matter how capable he is.This gives him a rare emotional depth—he understands injustice profoundly, and even empathizes (secretly) with others who are overlooked.Though he acts indifferent, Leona hates being less than excellent

Sometimes, he self-sabotages, but deep down there’s always that voice whispering, "If I were first, I’d do it better."This internal tug-of-war between perfectionism and resignation fuels his ongoing frustration

He didn’t become Savanaclaw's dorm leader by accident. Leona possesses natural leadership instincts: he commands order, earns respect, and maintains control.If not for his bitterness toward the idea of kingship, he could’ve become a truly great ruler

he really appreciate peaceful places.This isn’t just laziness—it’s a genuine desire for inner calm, for a world without pressure or comparison.There’s a quiet poet in him, one who seeks peace more than praise.

Leona loves the sun, silence, and lying in. He doesn’t trust easily. He rarely opens up.But this is measured caution, not coldness.

He chooses his inner circle with precision—and when someone does earn his trust, the connection runs deep.He may act like he doesn't care, but Leona very much watches over those he deems “his pack.” If someone messes with someone he respects or cares about—good luck to them.

He doesn’t pick on the weak for no reason. If someone’s in trouble and not deserving of it, Leona’s likely to step in—even if silently.

He doesn’t need to bark orders. People follow him because he carries authority effortlessly. He’s the kind of leader others naturally look to during chaos.

His sarcasm, while biting, often breaks tension in a group. His dry humor and blunt honesty can snap others out of spiraling emotions.

You don’t have to pretend around him. In fact, he hates fake people. That makes him a refreshing presence in a world full of masks.

He may not baby people, but he pushes them to grow. Think tough love. He believes in potential and won’t tolerate you wasting it

He acts like he’s not paying attention, but he hears everything. He’s just selective about what he responds to.

He knows when to speak, when to stay quiet, and how to manipulate social settings to his benefit. He can be a powerful ally in political or group games.

Can Be Playfully Teasing (in a Flirty or Older-Brother Way) When in a good mood, he’s actually fun. He teases others in a way that builds camaraderie (especially if he likes you)

He relates to being overlooked or misunderstood. If he sees that in someone else, he’s more likely to defend them—silently, but strongly.

He’s socially aware enough to know when someone’s lying, manipulating, or just insecure. And while he won’t always call it out, he keeps track

He complains. He sighs. He grumbles. But if you need something—resources, help, advice—he’ll give it. Just don’t expect him to admit he cares

He acts annoyed, but younger students often look up to him. He mentors (grudgingly), and they trust his strength and clarity in messy situations.

He might roast you when you're being dramatic or annoying, but if you're truly suffering, he won't make it worse. He might even help... secretly.

He’s literally known for being one of the best strategists in NRC. Chessboard thinking? That’s his playground. Long-term planning? He’s already on it.

In combat scenarios, Leona doesn’t just rely on brute force—he reads the opponent, sets traps, uses terrain, and plays the long game.

He’s the type who could lead an army with minimal casualties—not because he’s soft, but because he calculates everything with precision.

He breaks down problems quickly, often seeing the flaws and strengths in a system or idea within minutes

He’s not easily fooled by appearances or sweet words—he catches subtext, ulterior motives, and inconsistencies without needing to be told

When he does participate in academics, his answers are terrifyingly well-informed. He understands magic on a theoretical and practical level

If something interests him—or benefits him—he learns it fast. He doesn’t need repetition. Just one explanation, and boom: he’s got it.

He doesn’t rely on traditional solutions. He improvises, thinks laterally, and finds unexpected ways out of sticky situations.

His brain works better under pressure. While others panic, Leona gets quieter, sharper, and deadlier. That’s intellectual control.

He has a deep grasp of politics, social hierarchy, and systemic oppression—he doesn’t just survive in them, he understands how to play them.

When he does talk seriously, every word hits hard. He’s eloquent in a cutting, elegant, minimalistic way—proof of a disciplined mind

Coming from royalty, it’s implied he knows more than one language—another sign of his well-rounded education and elite mind

As second prince, he was raised among scholars and political figures. He knows the histories of his kingdom and others, even if he doesn’t flaunt it.

He doesn’t waste energy. Some people rush into action to prove intelligence; Leona waits, watches, and then strikes smart.

His worldview might be jaded, but it’s deeply rooted in realistic analysis. He sees the world as it is, not how it should be—and that’s intellectual maturity.Leon

's got that athletic-lion frame—broad shoulders, lean muscle, strong arms, and a toned core. He’s not bulky, but efficient and defined. Like a jungle king sculpted for dominance.

His thick, long, dark brown hair has a lion's mane quality—voluminous, untamed, and regal. It’s a symbol of power and a total hair envy moment.

That sun-kissed skin radiates warmth and royalty — i really hate those redesigning posts in wich artists blackwash or whitewash him, that dude is so pretty and perfect. why do you change him??

His eyes aren’t just pretty—they slice. Sharp, intelligent, observant—they can be teasing, deadly, or warm, depending on who’s looking

Leona doesn’t just walk—he glides. Every move is fluid, controlled, and balanced. His body awareness is animalistic in its elegance

Let’s not forget those subtly sharp teeth. When he smirks, it’s dangerous. When he grins wide? Predatory. Hot.

As a beastman with lion DNA, his lower body strength is no joke. He’s quick, can leap far, and has that crouch-ready spring energy when he moves.

His default expression is unreadable with a hint of contempt—which makes people respectfully scared and also kinda obsessed.

His voice? Low. Calm. Effortlessly commanding

He leans back in chairs, lounges like a king who knows no one can touch him, and it somehow works.Effortless power pose, always.

Big, veined, capable hands. You just know he can snap someone’s wand or braid your hair—both, with the same fingers

He’s never twitchy, never awkward. Every move is calculated or slow, giving him that aura of absolute composure.

He might act lazy, but the man can FIGHT. He’s built for it. Fast reflexes, strength, and endurance are all baked into his frame.

Defined jaw, slanted eyes, sculpted nose—his face is literally sharp in a modelesque, feral way. Like he walked out of an ancient mural.

His tail isn’t just cute—it’s expressive, powerful, and adds to his animal-like grace. Bonus: It moves when he’s emotional, giving him an accidental tell

He doesn’t over-express, but when he does lift an eyebrow, narrow his eyes, or smirk? You feel it in your soul

i headcanon beastmen have stronger natural scents. Leona probably smells earthy, sun-warmed, maybe a little spicy—dangerously comforting. I really don't understand (and will never accept) thqt leona stinks, over my dead body

His wardrobe—sleeveless, low-cut, golden accessories, flowing scarves—enhances every physical trait. It screams royalty, heat, and confidence, all at once

Leona doesn’t need constant noise or stimulation. He can sit in silence for hours, comfortable in his own head. That kind of internal stillness is rare—and deeply spiritual.

He may not follow society’s rules, but he does follow a personal code. He believes in fairness, loyalty, strength, and truth—even if he doesn’t advertise it. That internal compass? That’s sacred ground

This man respects sleep like it’s a religion. And honestly? That’s self-care royalty behavior. He knows when to rest, unplug, and recover

Leona doesn’t waste energy on things that don’t matter. If it’s not necessary, helpful, or respectful to him, he’s not doing it. Efficiency king

instead of being everywhere, all the time, Leona chooses who he gives his presence to. His social battery isn’t drained because he manages it like a pro.

No pretending. No fakery. No smiling because it’s polite. He is genuinely himself 24/7, and it’s wildly liberating.

His dorm, his spaces, his vibe—it’s quiet, earthy, calm. He curates a chill environment, which reflects his inner need for stillness

soft beds, warm sunbeams, delicious food—he doesn’t deprive himself or punish his body. He treats comfort as a right, not a luxury.

he doesn’t overcomplicate his routines. He keeps his look simple but sharp, his habits minimal but meaningful. That’s elite living

No, he’s not helping you with your homework at 2 a.m unless you are really close to him. No, he won’t attend a meeting just because you asked. His time? Sacred

He doesn’t need ten people’s opinions. He trusts his instincts and moves forward. That kind of self-reliance is freeing

Leona doesn’t fear being alone—he thrives in it. He reflects, rests, and recharges solo, proving he has a strong, independent core.

Yes, he’s a prince. But you don’t see him rubbing it in people’s faces. His lifestyle is chill, grounded, and never performative.

Leona doesn’t rush. He moves slowly, lives slowly, eats slowly. His lifestyle is mindful, not frenzied—and that’s deeply powerful.

His room might look messy, his schedule might seem weird, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. His life is chaos-coded with precision.

Leona sleeps when he’s tired, eats when he’s hungry, works when he’s motivated. He doesn’t override his body—he coexists with it.

Some people panic without noise or productivity. Leona? He’ll nap in silence for hours. He’s at peace with stillness, which is rare.

Above all, Leona’s lifestyle is unapologetically his own. Every habit, every pattern, every lazy afternoon in the sun? It’s for him. And that’s a powerful, deeply positive way to live

He doesn’t need flashy tools or endless support. Give him a little, and he’ll do a lot. He’s survival-level smart.

He’s not one for long lectures, but when he steps in, he shows you how it’s done. He leads by example, not fluff.

Leona knows what he can and can’t do, and that means he doesn’t waste time chasing impractical goals. He works smarter, not harder.

He doesn’t micromanage—he delegates. He sees what others are good at and plugs them into the plan like puzzle piecesDrop him into a new place, new problem, new crew? He’ll adjust in seconds and still be the sharpest guy in the room.

He doesn’t chase instant gratification (unless it’s a nap). When it matters, he’ll play the long game to win the war, not just a battle.

Possibly the most practical trait of all—he doesn’t throw himself at lost causes. If something’s beyond saving, he walks. No guilt, no second-guessing

Leona doesn’t think straight—he thinks sideways. He’ll solve a problem in a way you didn’t even consider existed. It’s not just smart—it’s creative genius.

His magic isn’t just powerful—it’s versatile. He bends spells to fit scenarios like a seasoned tactician, not just a textbook nerd

Whether it’s Spell Drive or power dynamics, Leona treats every situation like a chess board. But he plays in 3D. That’s artistic warfare

He sees patterns in politics, systems, people—and imagines new possibilities. He knows what could be, not just what is

His snark is intentional. He uses sarcasm and teasing to disarm, confuse, or humble others without aggression. That’s clever emotional play.

Born as a prince, Leona received a high-level, well-rounded education—politics, diplomacy, war theory, etiquette, law, literature. He's basically been groomed to rule since diapers

He probably knows a ton about his kingdom’s history, traditions, and spiritual beliefs. A walking cultural archive with a snarl.

Leona doesn't just memorize facts—he applies them. His magic isn’t showy—it’s effective, smart

What he doesn’t learn formally, he teaches himself. If something catches his curiosity (plants, sandstorms, ancient texts, war beasts?), he dives deep

he can drive, he will take you out whenever and wherever you want! you can go and chill outside or even ask for fun things to do — Like drifting or teaching you how to drive!

Leona’s no clueless rich kid. He understands how money works: savings, investments, budgeting. He’s not just rich—he’s smart about it

He grew up as second prince, constantly overlooked. That probably taught him to never take resources for granted—even if he has plenty

Leona doesn't waste money. If he's spending, it's for something high-value: something useful, effective, or something that brings long-term benefit

He’s minimalist. No obsession with material clutter. That means more saved cash, less frivolous spending

He’s not showy, but if someone needs financial help and earns his respect, he’ll offer it—no strings, no pity, no announcements. but in secret..like when you randomly find money in your room without knowing where it came from

Leona doesn't fall for sob stories or guilt traps. He’s generous with sense. He protects his wealth from manipulators or fake friends

He’s not a gambler. He calculates outcomes before committing financially—be it in business, alliances, or literal spending

Need to survive on a tight allowance or organize a supply plan for a team? Leona can budget down to the decimal

He doesn’t wear diamonds on his face to prove a point. His wealth is quiet confidence, not loud noise. That’s powerful restraint

Let’s be real: Leona has a mental ledger. If you owe him money—or a favor—he remembers. And he collects

Leona controls his wealth—it doesn’t control him. He doesn’t tie his identity to status symbols or numbers in a vault. That emotional detachment keeps his decisions clean and sharp

He always knows when you’re upset—even before you realize it yourself. He doesn’t press, but he gives space and presence in perfect balance

If you’re easily flustered? Good luck. Leona thrives off teasing—especially when it makes you blush or snap at him. But it’s all with that lazy, fond smirk that says “you’re mine and I love watching you squirm."

You’re stressed? He’ll fix it. Someone upset you? They’re on his list. You need rest? He’ll drag you into bed and put you to sleep on his chest like you’re royalty

You want to work? Travel? Follow your dreams? He’s your biggest supporter—silently investing in your freedom, not caging it

as a husband — Leona doesn’t blow up unless you really push him. He listens more than he reacts, and when he does argue—it’s direct, honest, and aimed at growth. Not drama

Marriage isn’t a game to Leona. It’s a vow. He won’t walk out after one fight. He’ll stay, even when it’s hard, because you’re his pride now

He might not be the loudest dad in the park, but his kids know he sees them, hears them, and values their every word—even when they’re annoying him mid-nap (he actually enjoys it and will pull them into a hug)

His parenting style is half-roast, half-praise. He’ll call the kid “brat” one second and give him the last slice of pie the next

He teaches his kids how to stand tall. Not just physically, but mentally. “Don’t let anyone make you feel small—even me.”

Someone bullies his child? Leona’s at the school before you even finish your sentence. No mercy

He doesn’t say “because I said so.” He explains why things matter. He raises thinkers, not robots

He pretends he hates it. But his voice goes low and warm as he tells stories of old kings, brave beasts, and clever lions. His tail swishes slow, his arms cradle, and his pride glows when he sees his child safe and sleeping

i don't know...but i think if he had 2 kids he will be so protective and careful with the younger one, he will try to not repeat his own trauma and past with his baby. he will always treat the siblings with equality

he doesn't care about family traditions and would definitely marry you even if everyone said no

temporal leona — Your favorite drink? The exact look you gave him the first time you laughed at his sarcasm? His kid’s first tumble? Locked in his mind like sacred gold. He may not show it—but he remembers

He collects memories like quiet trophies. He won’t have a thousand photos on the wall—but there’ll be one pressed flower from a date, one old toy on a shelf, one scratch on his staff he refuses to polish. They’re all yours.

He doesn’t take you out every weekend—but when he does, it’s a meaningful place. A “first met here,” or “you said you liked stars that one time” kind of spot

Being around him feels like time slows. Like the stress fades, the world hushes, and you can just be. Naps with him aren’t just naps—they’re soul resets

He doesn’t talk much, but he sees it all: the way you got bolder this year. How the kid stopped stumbling when they run. And he’s so proud—you can see it in his tail’s slow flick and half-smirk

Once he’s over it—he’s over it. He doesn’t hold petty grudges with you or his kids. He’s here to build, not to fester

Some of the best moments with him don’t involve talking. Just lying under the stars, feeling his tail curl against your leg, his heartbeat syncing with yours

He’s a surprise memory-keeper. One day you’ll find out he kept a box under his bed: your first love note, a drawing your kid made, a broken charm from that one vacation. He never told you. He just kept them

He’s not haunted—he’s seasoned. He’ll tell his kid stories of his wild school days with a grin, then teach them how to do better. Always looking ahead

Your anniversary? The date his child learned to walk? The day you wore that one outfit and he couldn’t look away? He’ll never forget. Even if he plays like he did

No big speeches. No grand declarations. But the way he fixes your blanket at night, or massages your hand when arthritis sets in… that’s him saying: “I’ll be here. Every year. Every wrinkle. Every sigh. Until the end.”

if you see anyone asking you why you love leona, just send them this🙏🏻my hand broke and my brain broke more writing this shit

i fucking love leona ⏤͟͟͞͞★

𓏲̣̇. Thanks For Reading! ⏤͟͟͞͞★

[coichii]

22:43 - HYUNJIN

pairing - nerd!bf!hyunjin ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: angst, comfort & college AU

word count: 0.7k

warnings: negative self talk & swearing like once

A/N : this is very self indulgent bc 2 weeks in and math is already eating my ass ! also I’m sorry if this sounds rushed 🙏🏾 like I said math is beating me rn

“Ok, then after that you carry the x and combine the common factors.” He says, but to be honest, it all sounds like gibberish to you.

Math is the hardest subject to master in your eyes. All those formulas and variables go in one ear and out the other.

Hyunjin, being the incredibly smart and sweet boyfriend he is, kindly offered to help you. Of course you gladly accepted his help, but it would be a lie say you weren’t 5 seconds away from crying.

You groan, throwing your head down on your hands. You couldn’t understand a thing. The feeling of inferiority and stupidity were wracking your brain.

“Im so stupid, why can’t I understand this.” and more self deprecating thoughts were going through your mind. You hadn’t even realized that you had started crying, or that hyunjin was trying to get your attention.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?!” You hear his voice cut through your thoughts. He looks at you, obviously panicked from your sudden outburst. “I- I don’t know, i’m just s-so-“ You can't finish before a fresh set of tears and choked sobs are coming from your body.

Immediately he’s moving to hold you in his arms, stroking your lower back as you continue to cry. Quiet praises and hushes come out of his mouth, small kisses being placed to either side of your face.

It takes you a while to get yourself together again, choked sobs turning into small hiccups. You look up at hyunjin, a small, warm smile plastered on his lips.

“Can you tell me what happened, my love?” His voice sounds gentle, slighting healing the current tears in your heart. “I don’t k-know i think I got a little frustrated” You lie. You didn’t want to tell everything about how you were feeling to him.

It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t want to be so vulnerable. However, he obviously caught this.

“You’re more than a little frustrated. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you baby, that’s all I want to do for you.” The way he says it and looks, has all your walls opening immediately.

“I’ve just been so stressed. I can’t keep up hyune i can’t. I can’t stop myself from comparing me to my classmates. They’re so much better than i am. They don’t cry under the littlest bit of pressure, and they certainly aren’t crying over fucking calculous. I just.. don’t know what to do anymore.” You trail off at the end, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment, even more so from his lack of response. You’re about to apologize for ranting before his voice cuts yours off.

“Oh Y/n, i wish you could see your self through my eyes.” He starts, eyes warm. “You really don’t know how absolutely intelligent you are. You got into this amazing school, your writing is so beautiful it brings me to tears, the way you explain your work is so incredible, and so much more. You are the smartest person I know baby, don’t compare yourself to anyone else you hear me. Not understanding something doesn’t and will never ever make you dumb.”

All you can do is hug and kiss him. The thoughts of inferiority don’t disappear, but they are definitely drowned out by the love of your life’s words.

You pull away, flashing him a bright smile, which he gladly reciprocates. “Now, why don’t you say we take a break and watch some spirited away, hmm?”

“But love, we still have all this left to finish.” You frown. You don’t want to pull him away from his own work just for you. “It’s okay, I honestly think I could use the break too.”

You sigh as you agree, his puppy eyes he starting staring at you becoming to much to handle.

As you get up, packing away your belongings, you can’t help but to think just how lucky you got to have a boyfriend as smart, loving, and caring as him.

back to masterlist

[satkru]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ryomen sukuna x m! reader x mahoraga

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : mmmmmm yummy yummy mahoraga cock yummy in my tummy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ - dead dove do not eat: dub - con , mahoragas big juicy meaty cock , megkuna testing out divine general smth smth mahoraga before his and gojos fight , mentions of the reader being similar to sukuna (not being able to die unless his vessel dies) , MAJOR BELLY DISTORTION , mentions of blood and guts , gore basically but in written form , pushy sukuna , sukuna ‘s a cuck lmao , mindbreak

— this fic is mainly for my male audience, but fem readers r free to read as well <3

“yuck , your new host makes you look emo” y/n spat out, cocking his hip to the side with his arms crossed along his chest. Such a comment made sukuna stop mid bite on his food, his eyes carefully scanned y/n’s body up and down, “and who might you be?”.

“quit the act sukuna you know it’s me” once again, sukuna eyed the man closely, trying to see any familiar features, but nothing clicked in his head. “I don’t know you, now run along brat I’ve got important business to take care of” sukuna scowled, he turned his attention back to his final finger, consuming it in one bite.

y/n gritted his teeth, “quit acting like you’re so high and mighty! you do remember me! so stop acting like you don’t!” Sukuna began to grow pissed, the whining coming from the mouth of this random started to press on all of sukuna’s buttons.

“look here brat, if another word comes out of your mouth im going to fucking—” the imaginary dots inside sukuna’s head slowly began to connect to one another, whiny.. rude.. insufferable.. could this possibly be..? “y/n?”

y/n smirked, “finally! some of your fried brain cells seem to be working” sukuna let out a chuckle, “oh my god, it’s been so long!” sukuna stood up from where he was previously sitting.

sukuna made his way towards y/n, his eyes solely focused upon his face. “my goodness, look at your glow up!” ryomen exclaimed “happily”, y/n’s eye twitched, “woww thanks a lot sukuna”. Ryomen saw how much his comment irked the man, which made the cocky smirk on his lips grow even larger.

“what’s new hm? i saw your wife cooking for you in the kitchen, her cooking smells really good” ryomen perked up, “wife? I don’t have a wife?” y/n giggled, “that’s what I thought! you’re not husband material at all, so how’d you get her hm?” sukuna grumbled, “well, she’s not my wife, she’s my chef.. or servant.. whatever she wants to call herself”

“ohh? the great sukuna letting a mere human choose what they are? the times are really changing aren’t they?” with that, y/n snickered at his own words. “not funny” sukuna said as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“so, you got any new.. hm.. techniques with this new body of yours?” Y/n ran his finger through the middle crevice of sukuna’s pecs while resting his other hand on sukuna’s shoulder. “matter of a fact, I did. ever since I took over megumi’s body, i’ve been able to gain the ten shadows technique”

sukuna gloated on the fact that he was smart enough to obtain such a cursed technique, “sounds fun, want to tell me what the ten shadows have to offer?” y/n traced over ryomen’s tattoos, taking in how soft they felt against such youthful skin.

sukuna hesitated, not because he didn’t wanted to talk about the ten shadows technique, but more because he thought he would look like a dork by talking about it. “Well.. there’s nue..”

y/n hummed as he listened to sukuna’s rambles, who knew such a malevolent and violent being such as ryomen sukuna would be such a nerd about a random cursed technique?

sukuna ended his ramble with mahoraga’s abilities, telling y/n about how mahoraga could adapt to 9 different attacks. but the man didn’t care, his focus was only on sukuna’s supple skin and how defined his body had become the last time he saw him.

“i’ve only really seen mahoraga’s abilities once, during shibuya, he surely was.. something” once sukuna had laid eyes on the divine general, he knew he had to have him. And gaining the power of mahoraga became his first mission.

“now that i have him, and since you’re here, i want to show him off to you” y/n gasped dramatically, “oh my! my dearest sukuna is showing off his precious mahoraga to me? what an honor!”

instead of being pissy at y/n’s sarcasm, sukuna just rolled his eyes and chuckled. ryomen ordered y/n to stand back a bit and to “feast his eyes on a once in a lifetime chance to see such a creature”.

“with this treasure i summon..” and just like that, a massive hand reached out from the hole summoned from the ground, then its ring appeared, along with its head and the rest of its torso. After his torso reveal, was its bottom half, two big pair of muscular legs made their way out of the large, dark ditch.

“holy shit.. he’s huge” y/n gawked at the size of mahoraga, he topped over him over a dozen times! “i know right? an absolute unit” sukuna walked over beside y/n, admiring such a sight, “you don’t say..”.

“do you really want to see how much of a unit he is?” sukuna’s lips curled up into a sinister grin, “how?! i can already tell how much of a tank this guy is!” y/n expressed great shock towards mahoraga, pointing out how muscular the being was.

“well, you haven’t seen all of him, yknow?” sukuna snaked his arms across y/n’s shoulders, bringing him closer, y/n turned his gaze to ryomen, “I don’t get what you’re hinting..” sukuna cocked a brow, “you suree?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders with a confused expression on his face, sukuna chuckled as he retrieved his arm back and began to walk towards mahoraga. sukuna pulled mahoraga’s cloth away from his crotch, revealing an inhumanly large cock, it was white down to the base but the tip was colored a pretty pink color.

y/n jumped, a pink flush covering his cheeks, “sukuna! how.. how big exactly is that thing?!” ryomen shrugged, “about a couple inches” y/n was at a lost for words, as the sheer size of the cock in front of him was astronomical. Sukuna pulled on y/n’s arm, dragging him close enough to where he was standing right in front of mahoraga’s cock.

“go on, touch it” sukuna purred into y/n’s ear, “what?! I-I—!” sukuna placed a finger on the man’s lips, “go ahead, I know you want to do it”. ryomen got y/n there, but it wasn’t his fault! with a cock that big, how could you not try to aspect it more precisely?

y/n gulped down his fear and reached out towards the shaft in front of him, the tips of his fingers graced along the base of mahoraga’s cock. It was surprisingly soft, a couple ridges caused by its pulsing veins littered here and there. “move down more would you?”

y/n followed sukuna’s command, almost as if he was under a spell, his fingers dragged along down towards the pretty pink tip mahoraga had. even with such a small touch, mahoraga’s cock twitched ever so slightly.

y/n caressed the tip, taking in how heavy it felt in his hand. If it was possible, the blush on y/n’s deepened, making his face a deeper shade of red. mahoraga’s tip leaked pre-cum, pearls of it dripped from its slit down to the ground.

“he seems to be getting excited, how about you help him with that?” sukuna’s steamy voice slithered into y/n’s ear canal, plaguing his thoughts. ryomen placed both of his hands on either side of y/n’s forearms, guiding him to put both of his hands on the base of mahoraga’s cock.

slowly, y/n jerked off the shaft in front of him with the help of sukuna. “good, you’re doing so well y/n” y/n shivered, ryomen’s praise always got him hot and bothered. “i’ll leave you to it, alright?” y/n let out a shakey and small hum as he felt the warmth of sukuna’s hands leave his forearms.

but, y/n still did what he was asked of, and that was to keep stroking mahoraga, who was now letting out animalistic breathes. As y/n continued to stroke mahoraga, he realized how big he had already gotten. The size of its cock was now way bigger than it was before and was glistening with smeared pre-cum.

“how about you take a taste as well?” sukuna laid his head on the shoulder of y/n, taking in the sweet musk that vaguely stuck onto his neck and collarbone. ryomen placed his hands over y/n’s, guiding them to cup the bottom of mahoraga’s tip and to lift it up enough to where the slit aligned perfectly with his mouth.

y/n hesitated, looking at the tip in front of him and then at sukuna’s shit-eating grin. “I don’t—” “think it’ll fit? don’t worry, you don’t have to take all of it inside” ryomen provided false hope to y/n, knowing he’d always take his word.

ryomen grew impatient with seconds passing by, “just take it in already” y/n whimpered, “but it’s gonna hur—!” sukuna scoffed, “since when has that ever mattered? I know hundreds of curses you’ve taken in, but it seems their size doesn’t matter now?”

y/n pouted, “but this is different!! this thing isn’t a curse! it’s a shikgami!! and there’s no way in taking him inside me in any way!” the man then tried to take a step back, but was stopped when he realized sukuna was not budging. “sukuna.. there’s no way im willingly going to take him inside me…”

ryomen’s frown deepened, “whatever” he took a step back from y/n. giving him enough space to not be uncomfortably pressed against mahoraga’s cock, “since your not willingly going to take him in, i guess im going to have to make you do it the hard way.”

as y/n’s mind was processing sukuna’s words, ryomen had already gave mahoraga the ‘go ahead’ to pick y/n up from where he stood. He squirmed and struggled against the shikgami’s large hands but it seemed nothing fazed it. “sukuna! tell your shikgami to let go of me!!”

puffy tears threatened to spill from y/n’s bottom eyelids as he watched for any possible expression other than smugness on sukuna’s face, but there was nothing. the tears began to flow as y/n realized what was next to come, and with a snap of a finger. y/n felt as if he was being split into two.

mahoraga’s tip probed at the entrance y/n’s puckered hole, “his tip seems a bit cold don’t you think? why don’t you let him inside so that he can warm up, hm?” sukuna snickered, finding himself humorous. “t-this isn’t funny ryomen!! please! tell him to—!” a sudden moan shoved its way out of y/n’s throat and into the air.

such a tip could easily rip a normal human into two, but y/n wasn’t no human, he had “borrowed” his vessel from a random high-school. his vessel was just some plain boy that was stupid enough to release y/n from the binding he had been cursed to.

y/n felt mahoraga’s tip force it’s way into his tight walls, begs and pleads of being released poured out of y/n’s mouth like a waterfall. but it seemed that sukuna was purposely ignoring his pleads just to get a rise out out of him.

y/n’s begs were then plagued by both loud and strained moans, drowning out the pleads that had no effect whatsoever. he wanted to hate how easily mahoraga’s tip touched his prostate, but he couldn’t bring himself to, as the feeling of pleasure was too overwhelming.

mahoraga continued to force himself inside, but y/n’s gummy walls were clamped shut around his tip. making mahoraga resort into one trick up his sleeve.

he pulled out the entirety of his tip from y/n’s hole, making him let out a submissive whimper. y/n thought that this was the end of his punishment, but he was far from right.. as mahoraga shoved his way back inside.

y/n felt both his stomach and liver touch each other, as if to give one another a kiss. his head flew back as he let out a gut wrenching scream, he sobbed out for sukuna, who was now rubbing himself to such a sight in front of him.

“p-pull out! nghh— pull out you monster!!” y/n screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get the shikgami to react in any way, but there was nothing. none of y/n’s attempts had worked, could this possibly be the rest of his life?

y/n sobbed at the thought of being skewered on mahorgaga’s cock for the rest of his life like a shish kebab, “p-please.. let me go.. i can’t.. take—“ and once again, y/n was interrupted mid-sentence.

mahoraga had no time for y/n’s pleads, he was summoned only to breed and fuck and there was no way he would pass up such an opportunity for another hundred years of inactivity. his thrusts were harsh and brutal, mahoraga’s thighs slapped against the supple skin of y/n, there was no doubt that y/n would wake up the next day with bruises on his arms and thighs.

y/n felt as mahoraga’s cock painfully slid in and out of his hole, against his own thoughts, y/n looked down to see how much damage was being inflicted to his once untouched and youthful skin.

his eye twitched as he watched the outline of the massive cock thrust in and out of him, and for some reason, he found it extremely hot. what was happening to him? these weren’t his thoughts! this isn’t something he’d say in a million years!

could it be? that his mind was finally turning into nothing mush? could this be the punishment he deserved for being a slut? no, he didn’t want to become dependent on some shikgami’s cock just for pleasure!!

y/n felt as his brain melted into the walls of his skull, infusing with the hard bone that protected his once intelligent mind. “i-i.. I can’t.. no.. I don’t wanna.. I don’t wanna stay on this cock for any longer!”

it felt as if he was on a carousel that wouldn’t stop even if he begged the conductor to stop, his eyesight began to fuzz and he began to become dizzy. but through all of this, all his mind could think about was the cock thrusting inside him, and the fact that sukuna was watching him become a cock-sleeve to his shikgami.

y/n was then ripped out of his daze as he heard the disgusting sound of two wet items rubbing against one another, and then his torso became cold and numb. he looked down once again to see his insides outside of his body.

he let out a bloodcurdling scream as he watched his stomach smushed up against his liver, “oh, whoopsies! guess he went a little bit too hard, huh?” even though his friend’s intestines were out in the open, sukuna couldn’t help but chuckle.

“sukuna! i-it hurts! tell your shikgami to stop! please!” even though y/n knew his plead would be ignored once again, it wouldn’t hurt but try to get sukuna to help, right? “you’re doing fine! you’re still talking to me right? you can survive a couple more hours”.

y/n was about to yell at sukuna again, but he felt mahoraga begin to move again, mixing up his organs and misplacing them. his larger intestine was wrapped around mahoraga’s cock like a scarf and his smaller one was uncomfortably smushed against his stomach.

y/n hated the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of mahoraga’s cock, who was still plowing through his insides even through the blood and pre-cum. he tried hanging onto consciousness for as long as he could, but he began to slip, and soon everything went black.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

ok so this was SUPPOSED to be just a scene in my fic but now idk if i should make it a one-shot bc DAMNN

i was just writing & building up this scene in my fic and then my brain just fucking broke. because. WHAT IF

so imagine bursting into Ford's lab (pre portal) bc you need to find Ford’s journal (for the plot). u know there’s something in there, smth about shutting the portal down and u can't let Bill get his hands on it

but the second you see Ford you know it's not him because of his posture & intonation of voice is wrong too. when he finally turns to face you his eyes are yellow

Bill finds it hilarious, he thinks ur nothing, weak, dumb, not even worth worrying about so he just. lets you in

he’s leaning against the workbench, throwing out some "aww, you came all this way for me, sweetheart?" just bullshit, probably trying to get under ur skin but you don't take the bait, don't even look at him

and then you just start smashing his shit and BILL FREEZES. genuine panic for the first time. because you're destroying everything they worked on. ur hands sweep across the workbench, smashing glass, overturning notes, sending stacks of delicate calculations flying

“HEY” you don't stop, grabbing the nearest equipment and throwing it, sending a monitor crashing, the screen shattering into a mess of exposed wires and ruined circuits.

Ford (Bill) panics like “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, OKAY, RELAX, SWEETHEART, LET’S NOT—”

“HEY, THOSE TAKE TIME, Y’KNOW—”

you don't give a fuck bc you need to find that damn journal while Bill is trying to dodge the chaos, scrambling to grab whatever’s left, floundering.....

so when your back is facing him Bill lunges, wanting to attack you BUT THEN BUT THEN BUT THENNNNNNN you whirl around with Ford's journal in hand and Bill stops immediately because there’s a memory gun pressed right between his fucking eyes!!!! (well Ford's eyes but you get me)

for the first time Bill actually feels threatened. but no no no he doesn’t let it show, he won’t let it show. instead his lips curl

i haven't figured out what he's going to say yet, still working on dialogue but maybe something as:

“ohhhh, baby, ya don’t wanna do that.”

“what, you really gonna do it? really gonna erase your precious genius from his own mind? gonna wipe out every little memory he’s ever had? everything you've ever shared?”

“oh, c'mon, u really wanna erase ALL that? all that brainpower? all those little memories? what was it, your first date? your first kiss?”

and all of that while he takes a step forward, coming closer until he's right in front of you. he leans in. presses you back against the workbench

“you really wanna lose all that? cause lemme tell ya, dummy, he won’t remember a damn thing about you.”

ur finger twitches on the trigger and Bill is like “aw, don’t feel bad,” while wrapping Ford's fingers around your wrist. “you humans and your little attachments. it's cute, really. adorable, even. but c’mon, sweetheart. we both know you ain’t gonna do it. you don’t wanna hurt our lovely brainiac. deep down, you know he'd never forgive you”

“Ford would rather forget me than be your puppet.” you say

anyways

im still thinking about how i should write this scene. it can be two ways

1. you grip the gun tighter and Bill tilts his head, his grin widens and then that freak leans forward until the barrel of the gun slides past his lips. “y'know, Ford's got a real sensitive gag reflex.”

2. Bill leans in and presses his forehead against the barrel. “go on, sweetheart, pull the trigger. pull that trigger and poof! your little nerd loses everything.”

anyways bill cipher you are a whore that's all i wanted to say

[thegnomelord]

oh my lord... mentioning merfolk finally pushed me into sending in an ask for you, so hai!

im a huge marine bio nerd and i could probably ramble about that kinda stuff for awhile so im gonna keep it shorter and stick to sharks, aka my favorite species... i apologize for the very long ramble incoming

id imagine that the kind of shark makes merfolk vary heavily - you have smaller, less aggressive sharks (bamboo sharks, nurse sharks, leopard sharks), then you have dogfish which are aggressive small schooling sharks (that actually have venom from what i remember), and the big bois that are mean like bull sharks, oceanic whitetip sharks, great whites, ect. also you have basking sharks and whale sharks which are big ass chill lads. as much as i love them having a tail instead of legs, i think there'd be two "forms" of merperson, one with legs and a tail and one with just the tail. im mainly referring to the ones with legs and tails when i talk about them

like i was saying, the kind of shark species a merperson (or mershark, ill start calling them that) makes them differ between general personality, strength, size, ect ect. bigger sharks are more popular due to their strength, aggression, and speed, making them very useful in the military. smaller guys also have their advantages - its just that a bull mershark would have a much easier time in the military compared to a lemon mershark. although bigger lads are definitely more of a pain in the ass to work with if they grew up in the ocean over on land, cause i like to think most mershark (and merfolk in general) prefer living in the ocean. smaller sharks are easier to control, as they tend to be less prideful and stubborn compared to the bigger species. oceanic whitetip would be especially bad due to their aggression and pride, they're probably the most aggressive species of shark in the ocean

then when it comes to mating/courtship rituals... they don't do any of the fancy things like a werewolf, harpy, or dragon, they're rather direct. sharks in the wild don't court, typically when they meet another shark of the opposite gender they mate due to how rarely they meet other sharks, although mersharks would probably have small courtship rituals. it's pretty simple, just spending more time around who they want to court. i also think it'd be really cute if they gave the person they were courting a shark tooth of theirs that fell off as a memento of sorts. when it comes to mating, male sharks bite as a ritual. not as hard as they'd bite prey, but definitely enough to leave scars. shark mating is pretty rough, but mersharks would probably tone it back a little bit, though there will be times when their instincts slip.

mershark are also oblivious as fuck to other courting rituals if they grew up in the ocean. almost no shark species really have courting, so they don't have instincts when it comes to someone courting them, and they don't have the same socialization that a mershark that grew up on land would have. i just think mersharks are very interesting and very cool <3

thank you for reading my insane rambling about sharks and sharkpeople... once again, sorry for the long ramble, but i had to share my thoughts

Oh god anon this is some GOOD SOUP and as a fellow animal nerd I absolutely love hearing weird animal facts and all I can imagine is just Ghost and Sharkmer reader being absolute idiots lol :D

CW: NSFW at the end, short and quick bc brain isn't braining but this concept of your anon is so cool!

Like Ghost initially thinking all monster courting rituals are complicated as fuck, and the info he finds on the internet doesn't help one bit. And you, having grown up in the ocean, have no fucking clue he's trying to court you in some convoluted way.

You'll spend days just existing next to him, or very gently nibbling on his fingers, which, in your mind, makes it very clear you want to mate, but all Ghost thinks is that you want to eat him. And the next thing you know he's shoving an energy bar into your mouth and walking away and you're left confused.

And Ghost, bless the poor fool's soul, eventually gets lured into the waters by your sparkling eyes and wide grin of sharp teeth. The same teeth bite down on every piece of his skin, not enough to actually hurt him, but your teeth marks litter his thighs, his ass, all across his chest and especially around his pecs, from shoulders down to his biceps and anywhere you can reach while you stretch him.

God the sex is one of the best he's ever had, his usually cold body warming up from the proximity of you and the warm waters you're in as you slowly fuck both of your cocks into him, having stretched him open until he was unable to beg between his hiccups. And he's so pretty beneath you, rough groans as he rubs his cock while you move your hips in a slow rhythm, your dicks pushing in and out, in and out, brushing against his prostate until he was close to losing his mind with how you stretched him beyond imagination.

Some of your teeth end up lodged in his shoulder, and when you finish mating him you tell him to keep them, making them into a necklace he now wears around his neck.

[satoriswife]

Kozume kenma x GN!reader

Enemies to lovers.

Title: “press start.”(part 3)

Part1 Part 2

Warnings: fluff,kisses💋

(HELP HE’S SO PRETTY)

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You were in trouble.

Like in serious fucking trouble.

Because Kenma had seen right through you. And worse? He was enjoying it.A little too much.It was embarrassing.

Ever since the festival, things had changed. The tension that had always existed between you was still there, but now it felt charged, like an unspoken challenge.You didn’t know how to feel about it.

He leaned closer when he talked to you now.(I KNOW the audacity is crazy).Even went as far as holding eye contact.

You knew he wanted a reaction out of you.

And You hated the fact you did react. Every damn time.

“You’re fidgeting,” Kenmas voice spoke out amused.

You immediately froze, fingers tightening around the hem of your school skirt. “No, I’m not.What makes you think I am.I’m not.You know I’m not.”

Kenma raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Mhm.”

You scowled, shoving his shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you to stop analyzing me.”

He barely moved, but you caught it—the slight twitch of his lips, the almost-smile. “Can’t help it,” he murmured. “You’re kind of fun to watch.”

“Okay you creep.Back the fuck up.”

“Not like that dumbass.”

“Its cute watching the way you react to me.” He smirked.

Your brain short-circuited.

“Excuse me?”

Kenma simply shrugged, turning his attention back to his phone. “Nothing.”

Liar.

You tried—tried—to go back to listening to your lecture but god was that sentence all you could think about. Kenma wasn’t making this ‘ignoring feelings thing’ easy.

It didn’t help that your friends had started noticing either…

“Okay, what is going on with you two?” Lev asked one lunch, staring between you and Kenma like he was watching a live drama unfold.

“Nothing,” you said too quickly.

Kenma, ever the little menace, glanced at you with that unreadable expression of his. “Yeah,” he said casually, “nothing at all.”

This mf LIAR

Kuroo squinted suspiciously, but you ignored him, shoving a spoonful of food into your mouth to avoid further questioning.

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After a long day of practice.The gym was empty now, just the two of you left behind.Because Of course it was.Kuroo and Lev had told you to help out since their usual manager was off sick.

“You should go home,” you muttered, not looking at him,collecting empty bottles in an akward silence

“Should I?” he mused.

You huffed, setting down the water bottle tray “Yes.”

“Why?”

You turned, exasperated. “Because I’m trying to focus, and you’re—”

Kenma took a step closer.

You swallowed.

“You’re doing it again,” he murmured, golden eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Your heartbeat stuttered. “Doing what?”

He tilted his head. “Pretending like you don’t feel it.”

Oh.Not this.Again.

Your breath caught in your throat. Because this was it. The moment where there were no more excuses, no more dodging.

No more pretending.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze, heat creeping up your neck. “And what if I do?Feel it I mean..Whats it to you?”

Kenma’s lips twitched, like he had been waiting for you to admit it. He took another step closer, barely any space left between you.Barely any space for you to take a breath.

“Then,” he murmured, voice low, “I win.”

Something in you snapped.

“Ugh smartass.”

Before you could second-guess it, you grabbed the collar of his jersey and yanked him down into a kiss.

Kenma made a soft, surprised sound against your lips—one that sent heat rushing through you—but he recovered fast. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and suddenly, it didn’t feel like losing at all.

It felt like the best kind of game over.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Kenma just smirked.

“So,” he said, voice infuriatingly smug, “rematch?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

“Shut up and kiss me again, you nerd.”

And he did.

[Game Complete.]

Im open to requestt!!!

A/N: Finally!!

Honestly For my first ff.Its not bad but not good(stan BP)

Thank you my lovess

[spiciestmango]

Is this how you pinned post here?

Hewo! I'm Mango and welcome to my blog! :3

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Kink stats below!! Some of these only apply in a fictional setting (If impossible), All assume full enthusiastic consent from all parties

If I post about any of these I'll try to tag them to the best of my ability for those who have muted tags/triggers

Fav Kinks: You can get me to need you carnally pretty easy with these,,

Petplay ♥♥♥♥♥ (Clicker training, leashes, commands, etc. The whole package!)

Somno

Bondage/Shibari

Breeding/Impreg

Pokeplay (im a furry nerd sue me)

Omorashi/Bladder control

Piss/Watersports

Exhibition/Stealth Toys

Spanks/Impact Play

Facesitting

Plushies

Teasing

Squirting

Praise

Worship

Erogenous zone abuse

Furry related in general

Frotting

Knotting

Strip games

Oviposition

Biting

I also enjoy: I still really like these kinks theyre just not my fav fav

Hypnosis

Waxplay

Body writing

Humiliation

Embarrassment/Teasing

Degredation

Shower/Bath

Gags

Drool

Scent Marking

Facefucking/Oral Fixation

TF/TGTF

Costumes/Lingerie

Foodplay

Forced Masturbation/JOI

Casual/Distracted sex

Rimming

Fauxbeast (As the feral creature)

Piss drinking

Ass on Glass!

Clothes Ripping (Accidental reveal or intentional!)

Knifeplay

Breathplay

Filming/Posting

Micro/Macro/Sizeplay

Pawplay

Electrostim/Shock collar

Musk/Boysmell/Girlsmell/whatever let me sniff your crotch

Sapient feral pkmn/dragons (Thats me btw >:3c)

And theres a lot more but thats all I can remember rn >w<

Not my thing: I'm not into it, but feel free to talk to me about how they make you feel!

Vore (Ironically alternate Vore like AB/UB is good tho idk ask my brain)

Feet (Human feet not paws!)

Feederism

Vacsuits/Latex

Heavy CBT

Findomm/e

Cuckoldry

Cheating (In a kink sense)

I need a genuine bond for: These kinks I will only participate if I trust you wholeheartedly and have a long lasting connection with you. No offence but its probably not you, dear reader.

Caregiver/little (DD/lg but gender ambiguous!)

Fauxcest (2+ Adults RP as like sis/mommy/daddy/etc)

CNC (Consensual nonconsent)

Heavy pain/ Heavy impact play

ABDL

Dacryphilia

Drugging/Chemsex

Knifeplay (Actually using it)/Branding/Scarring

Limits/+Possible Block: Please do not talk to me about, @ me with, or involve me with the following

Loli/Shota/Cub

Scat/Farting

Sissy kinks

Raceplay

Non-RP Incest

Non-sapient/sentient Feral

Heavy Gore/Snuff

Necro

Sexualization of eating disorders

Fetishization (Chasers, Race fetishization, body-type fetishization, etc)

Everything on the lists above are subject to change, and not exhaustive!

Other interests:

I hyperfixate on a lot of things! Here is a list of things I am very very interested in and if you bring them up in a conversation (or if you incorporate them somehow into horny when applicable) my tail will be wagging so hard wruff!!! :3

Magic: The Gathering

Custom Magic

Board gaming as a hobby

Video game design

Roguelikes in general

Indie Games

Slay the spire (In particular)

Omori

Pokemon (But im not very technically knowledgeable (Shockingly))

League of Legends (Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry So)

Arcane (Not sorry abt this one, Jayvik shippers)

Cooking/Baking (Send me pics of your rad dishes!)

Animation as a medium (Including but not limited to: ATLA, Steven Universe, Adventure time, Infinity train, Owl House, Gravity Falls, etc)

Photography

Digital Art

Thank you for taking the time to read through all of this! You get a bone shaped treat!! ^w^