#Also this makes it seem like I’m slacking off in lessons

[thedvilsinthedetails]

lmao (wow so many life update posts today) also this is the first chemistry lesson I’ve actually taken notes in this (school) year and i took rlly good notes and it’s bc my friend was missing the lesson so he was gonna copy my notes and that feels James Potter coded of me haha

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 ◇

Lesson One, Be A Good Girl

【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

『W.C』 : 2.3k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut. 

Pairing: Professor!Stucky x Student!Reader

[Warnings] : Age gape (reader is in her 20s while Bucky and Steve are in their late 30s). Swearing. Dry humping. Oral. Deep throating. Pet names. Semi-public sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Slight power play. Heavy cum play, saliva and fluids cause I lost control. IM SORRY. Filming, mention of taking photos. Reader is curvy and beautiful. Unprotected sex. Piv. Steve and Bucky are huge!! Beefy men! Hehe. Some mxm and hints of prior seggy times with one another. Also, these two like to use terms that could consider the reader to be a “toy” of sorts. Which she is not and the boys do like her more than that I just got carried away like I normally do when I write things at 2 in the fucking morning. Oops.

Read part one first

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You gasped loudly, Bucky’s large hands slamming you onto the desk. Steve had lifted you up off your chair, ripping your panties down while pulling up your skirt. It all happened so fast. Legs spread, Bucky's hot clothed crotch humping against your aching core. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, vaguely hearing both men whisper and chuckle. You felt so exposed under their gaze even though you were mostly clothed. Steve’s deep chuckle caught your attention, making you shiver. “Look at that. She’s leaking down her thighs.” Steve squatted down beside you, snaking his hand along your plump flesh. Picking up some of your juices that had spilled down towards your ankle. You had practically come just from them throwing you around like a rag doll. Bucky’s hips snapped against you, letting you feel his growing erection. He let out a groan, feeling your slick seep onto him.

“Fuck I might just nut humping this desperate cunt.” Bucky gulped, his hands digging deep into the skin on your hips, creating crescent shapes from his nails. Your ears were ringing, as you felt so overwhelmed and they hadn't even touched you where you needed them yet.

“Stevie...Jamie..” You gasped, suddenly hearing a loud clank of a belt buckle. A hand gripped your chin, letting your wide eyes see Steve’s cock leaking pre-cum on his exposed tummy while he held the hem of his shirt up.

“Be a good baby and open up.” he let go of your chin, moving to pump his dick, tapping his red tip against your sealed lips. You opened up obeying every word both men gave. Flattening your tongue, you let Steve's large girth slide into your wet, warm mouth. “Fuck that’s it, baby. Take every. Fucking. Inch.”

Your jaw went slack, stinging slightly as you tried not to gag. Steve’s moans quickly filled the room, and he knew if they continued, they would only get louder. So he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he had been tightly gripped in his hand. You could feel him in your throat as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.

“Fuck look. She's getting excited just from sucking your cock Stevie.” Bucky had knelt down, coming face to face with your cunt. His mouth watered, studying the way you clenched around nothing every time Steve thrusted into you. “Okay Tiny, for your first official lesson, let's see how quickly you squirt on my face.”

You whimpered around Steve’s cock feeling Bucky’s tongue lap a long, slow strip of your cum, sucking on your lower lips before pulling away with a pop. His mouth was hot and abusive, his fingers slipping in next to his tongue. They were pumping at a pace that was making your lower tummy burn. Your jaw was slack, tempting to lock or close tightly around Steve. He seemed to notice picking up his pace in order to release deep down your throat. “Fuck Sugar I think I’m gonna bust down this pretty throat of yours. Is that okay? I want to empty myself in your mouth.”

You whimper around Steve’s cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his thighs, a silent way for you to say ‘yes, please, do as you please’. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was like his seed was endless, and when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. “Awe, was it too much sugar?”

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Steve sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. “well come here, Sugar. Let me help.” His dark smirk made your head spin. “Sharing is caring.”

His lips latched onto yours, letting his tongue slip into your half-full mouth. His seed spilled into his mouth, letting himself taste the saltiness of his come. He swallows quickly, making you cry out against his hot, wet muscle. Meanwhile, Bucky hadn't stopped his assault on your aching pussy pumping to fingers deep inside you tipping you over the edge. Your climax was unlike anything you’ve felt before in your life. Your eyes were rolled back and your whole body tensed. You were on fire. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

“Hmm.” Bucky chuckles against your cunt. “You got a potty mouth baby.” you had the temptation to bite back at him suddenly, knowing all they had been doing for the past twenty minutes was swear and spill out filth. But the gushing liquid flowing down your legs distracted you, moaning instead, feeling your knees buckle.

“Look at that.” Steve had stepped back to stand behind you, taking in the view of your slumped against. Laying on top of the deck, your legs almost practically dangling limp and white cream mixing with clear liquid pouring down onto the floor below you. Bucky had stood up also, standing with his hands on his hips, looking smug of himself. “Maybe we should take a picture. Document the first time we got our girl off, huh?”

Steve and Bucky were mumbling to one another as if you were just lying on a school table fucked out of your mind in front of them. Suddenly you hear a click of a camera and your mind, as if a miracle, unfogs. Using your shaking arms you prop yourself on your elbows, wiggling your ass slightly while trying to look over your shoulder. “Fuck stay still princess.”

You tried to obey, noticing Bucky’s flash on his phone. You’ve never been in such a dirty position, let alone filmed. You wanted to come just at the sheer thought these two very beefy men were so obsessed with what you looked like they needed to take photos for safekeeping. It made you have a sense of powerlessness. Strangely. “Steve, Bucky. Someone please…touch me.”

You couldn’t explain where this newfound confidence came from, but your words made both males instantly by you. Bucky helped you up, leaning your chest against his while Steve stood behind you, giving feathering kisses along your neck and covered shoulder blade. “We are here tiny. You want us to touch you. Fuck you right here in this classroom.”

“Yes please,” you answered so sweetly, Bucky swore he could have melted then and there. Steve already had his slacks down, quickly following with his boxers. He grasps your hips, lifting your shirt up slightly so he can get a good view of your ass. His large hand almost covered your entire plump cheek, loving the way your body curves roll and fold beautifully. Like fresh bread dough, ready for Steve to squeeze.

“Fuck, you gonna have to take us raw.” Steve motioned, realizing he didn’t have condoms with him and He knew Bucky was definitely not carrying. “You okay with that Sugar?”

“Yes, please, sir.” The plea fell from your tongue before you could register what you had said. The pet name sent Steve’s cock twitching. His fingers dug more into your hips, threatening to draw blood from the sheer tightness of his grip. His tip slid along your folds, picking up some of your slick, Bucky’s eyes were glued to where his best friend was almost connected to you. It was a sight he never wanted to forget.

“Fuck Baby, what did I say about calling us sir or Mr…” Bucky’s voice was deep, deeper than normal. With a grumble hidden beneath. You whimper out a simple ‘sorry’ feeling a weird form of guilt, feeling bad for making your boys upset… your boys. That’s it. That’s what your mind thought of them as. But that’s if they’ll have you more than just today. Your eyes opened, looking straight at Yun. Your brow was scrunched as you reached for him. He stepped closer, his left hand gripping the back of your neck so you were at eye level with him. “If you keep calling us sir. I can’t promise what I might do to you.”

“S...Sir. Please.” You gasp, suddenly feeling Steve sink deep inside your cunt. Bucky growls, pulling his cock out of his slacks, pushing you down so you were bent on an angle, your ass flushed against Steve's pelvis and Bucky’s angry tip pressed firmly to your mouth. Pre-cum smeared on your tongue as you lapped along his shaft before he pushed inside your warm mouth.

"Fuck you feel amazing doll." Bucky threw his head back in a groan. His fingers laced in your messy hair, tightly guiding you along his cock. Steve, on the other hand, had his nails dug into your plump flesh, thrusting at a speed that left no room for oxygen. He didn't let you get used to his size, but the burn made your tummy rumble. He stretched you out perfectly, making your eyes roll back and saliva pool in your mouth, which Inevitably spilled out down Bucky's cock, coating his balls.

"Shit, Sugar. Why didn't we do this sooner? Your pussy is so fucking tight. And warm. Feels like heaven." Steve's rambles cause you to clench around him, making his hips stutter a bit. Bucky’s cock still deep down your throat you mumble around him, making the vibrations cause Bucky to still himself, fearing he might come then and there.

“Come one, baby, why don’t you come for Steve, hey? So we empty out loads in you.” You knew deep down Bucky’s desperate words were cause he was close, and given his thrusts were shallow and no longer timed. You were aware he didn’t have along. So you just moaned in response, wiggling your hips against Steve in a way to tell him to hurry up. Steve’s dark chuckle went straight to your core, making your high draw closer. You no longer felt the shyness from before but a newfound feeling brewing in your gut. One that made you well away that these two very large men were wrapped around your little finger. You let one hand go from Bucky’s thigh, bringing it down so you could rub your clit harshly, quickly finding a rhythm towards your release.

“Fuck I’m coming.” Steve crossed his hands, placing them on opposite hip dips, slamming his cock just right into your soaked cunt, emptying his seed deep inside you. This made you cum, clenching tightly around him, milking him of his cum. Bucky on the other hand, with his eyes watching intensely at how his cock disappeared then reappeared from your mouth, he grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail, stilling his thrusts to come inside your slacked mouth. You tried you best to swallow but like Steve, it was like his white creamy liquid was endless. So when he pulled out of you, he was quick to pull you up by your hair, smashing his lips against your own. His tongue slipped inside, taking his cum into his own mouth and swallowing. You have never known a man to taste himself let alone swallow his own load. God, it made you hornier than those female students fawning over these two super solider like men in front of you now.

“Come on, Punk. Come take a spin.” You could hear Steve’s deep voice chuckling behind you. You pulled away from Bucky seeing Steve swiftly move to stand beside the larger man. He grabbed Yun’s cock, tugging it a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. “You still have one more, why don’t you empty it into our sweet girl here.”

Steve’s lips grazed Bucky's sweaty neck, licking along the other male's jugular before giving it a little bite. These two have definitely played this game before with one another. But whether or not it has been with another person involved is a different story. But you shook off any negative thoughts when you reminded yourself about what Steve had called you. Our girl. God, these men will be the death of you. Bucky didn’t have time to say anything as you quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulders tightly, much to your poor imbalance. His hands, without hesitation, gripped your hips, holding you close against his broad chest. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, desperately, but there was a hint of something more. A stillness, caringness behind his kiss, something that was screaming, more, more, more.

Bucky’s left hand fell from your hip, snaking to grab a handful of your ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, his sharp inhale through his nose.

His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, followed by a sharp inhale through his nose. Without breaking the kiss, he walked with you tightly in his grasp before the back of your legs hit the desk softly. You understood instantly what he wanted, removing your hands from his shoulders and then placing them down onto the oak table. You push yourself up with the little strength you have left, letting him shimmy between your spread thighs. he finally pulled away from your lips, so he could look down to where his cock was resting on your soaked tummy, “such a pretty baby. So ready for whatever we want. Are you are good girl darling? Going to be my good girl?”

“Yes, Jamie. I want to be your good girl. For both of you.” You felt tears welt against the crease of your eyelids. Your nails dig into the wood beneath you. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride from just how easily you submit to him and Steve. How willing you are. He wonders what else they could get up to if they were in more of a private setting…

“That’s it, baby. Now, take a deep breath.” Bucky knew he was much bigger than Steve and even though he had prepped you and Steve as fucked you senseless only a moment prior. He was still going to be a lot to take in. Girth and length. So you obeyed perfectly, taking in a deep, slow breath as you felt him slip inside you, inch by inch. Your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, following with a silent scream and brows scrunched. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever felt before. You tilted your head back, letting Bucky dive straight for your jugular, sucking a harsh purple mark on your neck, that would be very visible later. You were going to have to hide that tomorrow, but for now, you basked in the feeling of his teeth, tongue, or lips, as he thrusted at a slow but intense pace. Your body felt like it was on fire like you were a fuse box crackling electricity through water. 

Everything was so sensitive.

And you needed more. Reaching up you grabbed Bucky's collar of his messy shirt, bringing his body close. His face nuzzled into your neck, snapping his hips at a pounding pace that quickly made you see stars. You were so close, just needed a little push, and then your eyes wander to a very desperate-looking Steve with his fully hard cock again once again, pumping it like his life depended on it. His eyes were focused on the way Bucky's hips jackhammered into you, following the same rhythm with his fist. And that sight alone helps you climax, clenching tightly around Bucky’s cock, milking the older man for everything he had. 

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He mumbled against your neck, biting down hard onto your shoulder as he emptied his seed deep inside your womb. Everything suddenly went still, quiet. Even Steve had stopped, coming all over his hand from the entertainment had was gifting before him. Bucky's breath was pooling against your shoulder, while your nose nuzzled into his neck feeling his rapid pulse. There was nothing awkward about what had happened. But comfortable. Like you three were always meant to do this. Like all these games of cat and mouse were supposed to end up with you in their arms.

“So uh, another round back at ours?” Steve’s question just caused you and Bucky both to laugh.

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

『Word count』 : 2.3k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut. 

Pairing: Professor!Yunho/Mingi x Student!Reader

[Warnings] : Age gape (reader is in her 20s while Yunho and Mingi are in their late 30s). Swearing. Dry humping. Oral. Deep throating. Pet names. Semi-public sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Slight power play. Heavy cum play, saliva and fluids cause I lost control. IM SORRY. Filming, mention of taking photos. Reader is curvy and beautiful. Unprotected sex. Piv. Yunho and Mingi are huge!! Beefy men! Hehe. Some mxm and hints of prior seggy times with one another. Whoops what can I say I’m a yungi supporter. Also these two like to use terms that could consider the reader to be a “toy” of sorts. Which she is not and the boys do like her more than that I just got carried away like I normally do when I write things at 2 in the fucking morning. Oops.

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You gasped loudly, Yunho’s large hands slamming you onto the desk. Mingi had lifted you up off your chair, ripping your panties down while pulling up your skirt. It all happened so fast. Legs spread, Yunho's hot clothed crotch humping against your aching core. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, vaguely hearing both men whisper and chuckle. You felt so exposed under their gaze even though you were mostly clothed. Mingi’s deep chuckle caught your attention, making you shiver. “Look at that. She’s leaking down her thighs.” Mingi squatted down beside you, snaking his hand along your plump flesh. Picking up some of your juices that had spilled down towards your ankle. You had practically come just from them throwing you around like a rag doll. Yunho’s hips snapped against you, letting you feel his growing erection. He let out a groan, feeling your slick seep onto him.

“Fuck I might just nut humping this desperate cunt.” Yunho gulped, his hands digging deep into the skin on your hips, creating crescent shapes from his nails. Your ears were ringing, as you felt so overwhelmed and they hadn't even touched you where you needed them yet.

“Min..Yuyu..” You gasped, suddenly hearing a loud clank of a belt buckle. A hand gripped your chin, letting your wide eyes see Mingi’s cock leaking pre-cum on his exposed tummy while he held the hem of his shirt up.

“Be a good baby and open up.” he let go of your chin, moving to pump his dick, tapping his red tip against your sealed lips. You opened up obeying every word both men gave. Flattening your tongue, you let Mingi's large girth slide into your wet, warm mouth. “Fuck that’s it, baby. Take every. Fucking. Inch.”

Your jaw went slack, stinging slightly as you tried not to gag. Mingi’s moans quickly filled the room, and he knew if they continued, they would only get louder. So he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he had been tightly gripped in his hand. You could feel him in your throat as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.

“Fuck look. She's getting excited just from sucking your cock Min.” Yunho had knelt down, coming face to face with your cunt. His mouth watered, studying the way you clenched around nothing every time Mingi thrusted into you. “Okay Tiny, for your first official lesson, let's see how quickly you squirt on my face.”

You whimpered around Mingi’s cock feeling Yunho’s tongue lap a long, slow strip of your cum, sucking on your lower lips before pulling away with a pop. His mouth was hot and abusive, his fingers slipping in next to his tongue. They were pumping at a pace that was making your lower tummy burn. Your jaw was slack, tempting to lock or close tightly around Mingi. He seemed to notice picking up his pace in order to release deep down your throat. “Fuck Sugar I think I’m gonna bust down this pretty throat of yours. Is that okay? I want to empty myself in your mouth.”

You whimper around Mingi’s cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his thighs, a silent way for you to say ‘yes, please, do as you please’. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was like his seed was endless, and when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. “Awe, was it too much sugar?”

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Mingi sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. “well come here, Sugar. Let me help.” His dark smirk made your head spin. “Sharing is caring.”

His lips latched onto yours, letting his tongue slip into your half-full mouth. His seed spilled into his mouth, letting himself taste the saltiness of his come. He swallows quickly, making you cry out against his hot, wet muscle. Meanwhile, Yunho hadn't stopped his assault on your aching pussy pumping to fingers deep inside you tipping you over the edge. Your climax was unlike anything you’ve felt before in your life. Your eyes were rolled back and your whole body tensed. You were on fire. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

“Hmm.” Yunho chuckles against your cunt. “You got a potty mouth baby.” you had the temptation to bite back at him suddenly, knowing all they had been doing for the past twenty minutes was swear and spill out filth. But the gushing liquid flowing down your legs distracted you, moaning instead, feeling your knees buckle.

“Look at that.” Mingi had stepped back to stand behind you, taking in the view of your slumped against. Laying on top of the deck, your legs almost practically dangling limp and white cream mixing with clear liquid pouring down onto the floor below you. Yunho had stood up also, standing with his hands on his hips, looking smug of himself. “Maybe we should take a picture. Document the first time we got our girl off, huh?”

Mingi and Yunho were mumbling to one another as if you were just lying on a school table fucked out of your mind in front of them. Suddenly you hear a click of a camera and your mind, as if a miracle, unfogs. Using your shaking arms you prop yourself on your elbows, wiggling your ass slightly while trying to look over your shoulder. “Fuck stay still princess.”

You tried to obey, noticing Yunho’s flash on his phone. You’ve never been in such a dirty position, let alone filmed. You wanted to come just at the sheer thought these two very beefy men were so obsessed with what you looked like they needed to take photos for safekeeping. It made you have a sense of powerlessness. Strangely. “Mingi, Yunho. Someone please…touch me.”

You couldn’t explain where this newfound confidence came from, but your words made both males instantly by you. Yunho helped you up, leaning your chest against his while Mingi stood behind you, giving feathering kisses along your neck and covered shoulder blade. “We are here tiny. You want us to touch you. Fuck you right here in this classroom.”

“Yes please,” you answered so sweetly, Yunho swore he could have melted then and there. Mingi already had his slacks down, quickly following with his boxers. He grasps your hips, lifting your shirt up slightly so he can get a good view of your ass. His large hand almost covered your entire plump cheek, loving the way your body curves roll and fold beautifully. Like fresh bread dough, ready for Mingi to squeeze.

“Fuck, you gonna have to take us raw.” Mingi motioned, realizing he didn’t have condoms with him and He knew Yunho was definitely not carrying. “You okay with that Sugar?”

“Yes, please, sir.” The plea fell from your tongue before you could register what you had said. The pet name sent Mingi’s cock twitching. His fingers dug more into your hips, threatening to draw blood from the sheer tightness of his grip. His tip slid along your folds, picking up some of your slick, Yunho’s eyes were glued to where his best friend was almost connected to you. It was a sight he never wanted to forget.

“Fuck Baby, what did I say about calling us sir or Mr…” Yunho’s voice was deep, deeper than normal. With a grumble hidden beneath. You whimper out a simple ‘sorry’ feeling a weird form of guilt, feeling bad for making your boys upset… your boys. That’s it. That’s what your mind thought of them as. But that’s if they’ll have you more than just today. Your eyes opened, looking straight at Yun. Your brow was scrunched as you reached for him. He stepped closer, his left hand gripping the back of your neck so you were at eye level with him. “If you keep calling us sir. I can’t promise what I might do to you.”

“S...Sir. Please.” You gasp, suddenly feeling Mingi sink deep inside your cunt. Yunho growls, pulling his cock out of his slacks, pushing you down so you were bent on an angle, your ass flushed against Mingi's pelvis and Yunho’s angry tip pressed firmly to your mouth. Pre-cum smeared on your tongue as you lapped along his shaft before he pushed inside your warm mouth.

"Fuck you feel amazing doll." Yunho threw his head back in a groan. His fingers laced in your messy hair, tightly guiding you along his cock. Mingi, on the other hand, had his nails dug into your plump flesh, thrusting at a speed that left no room for oxygen. He didn't let you get used to his size, but the burn made your tummy rumble. He stretched you out perfectly, making your eyes roll back and saliva pool in your mouth, which Inevitably spilled out down Yunho's cock, coating his balls.

"Shit, Sugar. Why didn't we do this sooner? Your pussy is so fucking tight. And warm. Feels like heaven." Mingi's rambles cause you to clench around him, making his hips stutter a bit. Yunho’s cock still deep down your throat you mumble around him, making the vibrations cause Yunho to still himself, fearing he might come then and there.

“Come one, baby, why don’t you come for Mingi, hey? So we empty out loads in you.” You knew deep down Yunho’s desperate words were cause he was close, and given his thrusts were shallow and no longer timed. You were aware he didn’t have along. So you just moaned in response, wiggling your hips against Mingi in a way to tell him to hurry up. Mingi’s dark chuckle went straight to your core, making your high draw closer. You no longer felt the shyness from before but a newfound feeling brewing in your gut. One that made you well away that these two very large men were wrapped around your little finger. You let one hand go from Yunho’s thigh, bringing it down so you could rub your clit harshly, quickly finding a rhythm towards your release.

“Fuck I’m coming.” Mingi crossed his hands, placing them on opposite hip dips, slamming his cock just right into your soaked cunt, emptying his seed deep inside you. This made you cum, clenching tightly around him, milking him of his cum. Yunho on the other hand, with his eyes watching intensely at how his cock disappeared then reappeared from your mouth, he grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail, stilling his thrusts to come inside your slacked mouth. You tried you best to swallow but like Mingi, it was like his white creamy liquid was endless. So when he pulled out of you, he was quick to pull you up by your hair, smashing his lips against your own. His tongue slipped inside, taking his cum into his own mouth and swallowing. You have never known a man to taste himself let alone swallow his own load. God, it made you hornier than those female students fawning over these two super solider like men in front of you now.

“Come on, Yuyu. Come take a spin.” You could hear Mingi’s deep voice chuckling behind you. You pulled away from Yunho seeing Mingi swiftly move to stand beside the larger man. He grabbed Yun’s cock, tugging it a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. “You still have one more, why don’t you empty it into our sweet girl here.”

Mingi’s lips grazed Yunho's sweaty neck, licking along the other male's jugular before giving it a little bite. These two have definitely played this game before with one another. But whether or not it has been with another person involved is a different story. But you shook off any negative thoughts when you reminded yourself about what Mingi had called you. Our girl. God, these men will be the death of you. Yunho didn’t have time to say anything as you quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulders tightly, much to your poor imbalance. His hands, without hesitation, gripped your hips, holding you close against his broad chest. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, desperately, but there was a hint of something more. A stillness, caringness behind his kiss, something that was screaming, more, more, more.

Yunho’s left hand fell from your hip, snaking to grab a handful of your ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, his sharp inhale through his nose.

His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, followed by a sharp inhale through his nose. Without breaking the kiss, he walked with you tightly in his grasp before the back of your legs hit the desk softly. You understood instantly what he wanted, removing your hands from his shoulders and then placing them down onto the oak table. You push yourself up with the little strength you have left, letting him shimmy between your spread thighs. he finally pulled away from your lips, so he could look down to where his cock was resting on your soaked tummy, “such a pretty baby. So ready for whatever we want. Are you are good girl darling? Going to be my good girl?”

“Yes, Yuyu. I want to be your good girl. For both of you.” You felt tears welt against the crease of your eyelids. Your nails dig into the wood beneath you. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride from just how easily you submit to him and Mingi. How willing you are. He wonders what else they could get up to if they were in more of a private setting…

“That’s it, baby. Now, take a deep breath.” Yunho knew he was much bigger than Mingi and even though he had prepped you and Mingi as fucked you senseless only a moment prior. He was still going to be a lot to take in. Girth and length. So you obeyed perfectly, taking in a deep, slow breath as you felt him slip inside you, inch by inch. Your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, following with a silent scream and brows scrunched. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever felt before. You tilted your head back, letting Yunho dive straight for your jugular, sucking a harsh purple mark on your neck, that would be very visible later. You were going to have to hide that tomorrow, but for now, you basked in the feeling of his teeth, tongue, or lips, as he thrusted at a slow but intense pace. Your body felt like it was on fire like you were a fuse box crackling electricity through water. 

Everything was so sensitive.

And you needed more. Reaching up you grabbed Yunho's collar of his messy shirt, bringing his body close. His face nuzzled into your neck, snapping his hips at a pounding pace that quickly made you see stars. You were so close, just needed a little push, and then your eyes wander to a very desperate-looking Mingi with his fully hard cock again once again, pumping it like his life depended on it. His eyes were focused on the way Yunho's hips jackhammered into you, following the same rhythm with his fist. And that sight alone helps you climax, clenching tightly around Yunho’s cock, milking the older man for everything he had. 

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He mumbled against your neck, biting down hard onto your shoulder as he emptied his seed deep inside your womb. Everything suddenly went still, quiet. Even Mingi had stopped, coming all over his hand from the entertainment had was gifting before him. Yunho's breath was pooling against your shoulder, while your nose nuzzled into his neck feeling his rapid pulse. There was nothing awkward about what had happened. But comfortable. Like you three were always meant to do this. Like all these games of cat and mouse were supposed to end up with you in their arms.

“So uh, another round back at ours?” Mingi’s question just caused you and Yunho both to laugh.

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[divine-misfortune]

VOID PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN'T JUST POST THAT AND DIP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (respectfully) MORE???????

911 I’m being threatened -

This is all manipulative and gross so it’ll go below the cut so big cw. Very dubious.

Also @0-miles-away to make sure you get to see this too-

Phantom’s cute and Dew cant get enough of him. There’s this spark of pure innocence in those eyes, he almost feels guilty just looking at him sometimes. And I’m sure Dew tried to curb his appetite for him, did his damndest to be satisfied with those little touches and chaste kisses because he does truly enjoy Phantom’s affections but at the end of the day…Dew is a demon, it is in his nature to sin. Lust and greed come to him so easily. An intoxicating mix that is too good not to get drunk off of.

There are lines he toes, ones that he pushes against, and other’s he likes to blur entirely because Phantom just doesn’t know right from wrong yet - and Dew was keen on teaching him that lesson before anyone else had the chance to paint a perfectly blank canvas.

Pecks turn to real kisses, and kisses deepen gradually until Phantom lets Dew’s tongue into his mouth without any little sounds of protest like he had in the past. It almost seems to make the little quint weak in the knees to be kissed so hungrily and unfortunately for him it only spurs him and his devious nature on. When Phantom starts to fold, it’s easier to convince Phantom to lay down and let himself be kissed dizzy on more than one occasion and surely it’s accidental that Dew’s knee finds itself pressed between his thighs a couple times. The little gasps and surprised mewls Phantom makes, trapped against his lips, oh it could drive the holiest of men to sin.

Dew wants more, and he’ll get more.

He takes to dry humping immediately and he gets so wet so fast. He smells like raw temptation. It only takes a little coaxing after that for Phantom to be willing to lose his clothes piece by piece but gives absolutely no protest to Dew touching him. Phantom even pleads a little for Dew to keep sucking on his nipples while he drags his bare cunt against his denim clad thigh.

It’s a good long while before Phantom lets Dew touch him there. Weeks of white lies and small amounts of pressure to feel the tight velvety grip of his cunt wrapped around his fingers. Phantom winces and grabs his wrist and tells him that it hurts but Dew is known to be convincing, and Phantom is known for blindly trusting him. The only real resistance he’s met with is when he goes for his own zipper, open thighs pulling shut, head shaking, Phantom is saying he’s not ready for that. He doesn’t want to lose his virginity yet, and despite Dew’s prior successful manipulation he can’t get him to budge an inch.

But his naivety is easily twisted and Phantom believes him when he proposes a workaround. It’s not technically losing his virginity if Dew never fucks him. Can’t argue with that logic.

Phantom trembles for him, knees pulled up to his chest, holding himself open so Dew can pour generous amounts of lube directly into his twitching hole before he starts working the blunt and awkward silicone inside of him. He squirms and whimpers and keeps begging Dew to wait, it hurts, don’t push it in anymore, but it’s okay starlight, just a bit more. Dew is practically shaking with excitement and anticipation when he sees the silicone jutting out of his pussy, he can’t help but touch the toy. Plays with it as if it were Phantom’s cunt. Not as warm or wet as he is, but Dew’s poor cock is aching to slip inside.

The vision of Phantom spread out for him like that is burned into his mind for the rest of eternity, jaw gone slack, face gone flush. Stretched to what felt like the limit to accommodate both flashlight and Dew. And now that he has him, Dew can’t hold himself back anymore. Restraint reaching its end. He pins him to the bed, knees pushed up past his shoulders, he just has to immediately jackhammer into his cunt while mindlessly babbling that he can’t wait to fuck him raw. Promises Phantom is gonna love having a cock in him too much to ever be empty again.

Pulls out and cums on his belly, paints the entire little trail of hair on his stomach white and drags his fingers through it to smear across Phantom’s tdick. Make it messy as he jerks him off.

“When you really let me put it in - ‘s gonna be right there. Gonna empty my balls that deep inside your cunt, look at how deep you’re gonna feel me. Know you’ll love how my load feels in you.”

And I truly don't think Dew would be willing to share, not till he gets to take his prize. Can't risk anyone getting the chance now can he? We all know that people like Swiss and Rain and Cirrus would chomp at the bit if they knew.

Makes Phantom promise to keep this their little secret, and he does, because he's a good boy that listens to Dew, and Dew only wants what's best for him doesn't he?

[black-lake]

2nd house profection year

it’s my 2nd house profection year and I’m noticing some changes in my life. < my 2nd house is in cancer for ref.

~༯ I’m eating more this year than ever tbh. like I started having comfort food!!! eating whatever I want whenever and not holding myself back as much, which is very unlike me btw. I have a virgo moon and I’m not just nitpicky but also strict with my diet, even tho I have a fast metabolism (aries stellium).

~༯ usually when I’m stressed I tend to starve myself or get over caffeinated but this year I’m leaning more towards eating for comfort < yes taurus core.

~༯ I started going to the gym again but I’d slack off and become uninterested and bored, then find it interesting again, but that could just be my gem rising.

~༯ It seems like life is more abundant. things come easier! there's less resistance. I’m able to slow down and smell the roses.. 𓇢𓆸  I even feel a bit too comfortable or stuck in my comfort zone. everything seems like it’s too much and I just want to enjoy life. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

~༯ I started buying flowers, planting flowers, decorating my house a lot more, got more perfumes, more beautiful things. currently as we speaking I have like 10 different types of flowers in my house. I started cooking more, I even made up recipes that my family liked and started making them regularly.

~༯ I’m taking care of my skin, my body, and overall health. I'm investing more in skincare and health supplements. though sometimes I overdue it, like get fixated on one thing or another.

~༯ I'm someone that used to have high energy, I'd pull an all nighter or just wake up at 3am scroll non stop or put music on, it wasn’t energy it was ⋆˙⟡ anxiety ⟡⋆˙ , but I'm having more quality sleep this year! I'm in bed by 10 and maybe I just got older, but there's that.

~༯ giving my hair a well deserved break!! I used do dye my hair very often, this year I got a short haircut and I’m growing my natural hair back, I’ve only added a few subtle highlights and I don’t style it as often. I'm embracing more simplicity with my style, though could be that my ass got lazy 𐙚(ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

~༯ I'm planing more, working on my skills and hobbies, but not rushing or forcing things and not setting high expectations either. I don't feel like there's a rush like before. my values are changing significantly, I know what I like and don’t like and what I can put up with.

~༯ don't get too comfortable and not do anything about moving forward bcz you will be tempted to. remember to still challenge yourself!

~༯ I’m having a relatively comfortable year it got me having flashbacks of my 12th house profection year which was a fckin nightmare. It was all about the subconscious, mental health struggles, depression and overcoming these things. It really was about coming up with personified methods that help me deal with these internal conflict so I can move forward. It also was the year I became more spiritual.

~༯ my 1st house profection year wasn’t good either for me personally, it was super challenging and chaotic. it had me doing things outside my comfort zone. e.g. throwing myself in the ocean (i'm afraid of drowning). my individuality was constantly tested, my determination, my willingness to put myself first and not compromise my own needs and values.

~༯ there were instances where I felt like I'm compromising for the sake of keeping a friendship, which wasn’t reciprocated. I learned to not be afraid to walk away from ppl and places that don’t respect or value me. my cut off game wasn't particularly bad before, but I felt blinded, manipulated and pressured that year, I had to fully trust myself and only rely on myself. very much aries themes. 

~༯ If you're going thRU it with your 12th or 1st house profection, know that it will teach you valuable lessons that lead you to know yourself and love yourself more. you will understand your triggers, your strengths, know who your enemies and true friends are. it gets better! this feels like the perfect year to take a break from all the past challenges that I went through, I'm able to slow down, enjoy life and reflect until I see where the next tides takes me. 

stay blessed, much luv <333

[yuurei20]

Trey Info Compilation part 24: Normal

Trey insists that while he may be “surrounded by weirdos” he is “a regular student from a completely normal family!,” but Rook says that birds of a feather flock together, while Idia says that “Trey’s all chill and mature, right? But here’s the thing: you can never tell what guys like that are REALLY thinking,” adding that Rook and Trey are both at the top of his “Turbo Sus Vice Housewardens to Be Avoided at All Costs Rankings.”

Trey says he isn’t sure what he did to merit getting put on such an unflattering tier list, but Grim seems to agree with Idia: his nickname for Trey is inconsistent on EN and uses the words “shrewd” or “sneaky” depending upon the scene, but in his original dialogue Grim is consistent, using a word that means someone who you can’t tell what they’re thinking.

Trey says that he intentionally tries to come off as mild-mannered as possible.

In a vignette we see Trey tell himself that he just wants to squeak by a flight test with a passing grade as “that’s what it’s all about: nailing the bare minimum.”

He is late the test because he leaves class to help save Kalim (who falls off his flying carpet) and Vargas said that he would normally fail Trey for tardiness and maybe even hold him back a year, except that Trey impressed him extremely with the moves he used to rescue Kalim.

Vargas says, “I never knew you could move like that!,” insinuating that Trey has been successfully, intentionally hiding his flight abilities from Vargas in order to not stand out, much in the same way that Jamil also, intentionally, performs middlingly in all his classes.

When Vargas announces that they will be taking one-on-one lessons together “to foster that newfound talent,” Trey says he “really should’ve stuck with that bare minimum…”

Trey’s “bare minimum is best” mindset comes back in Vargas Camp 2 when Rook asks if he isn’t excited about the event and Trey responds, “I’ll do just enough to make sure they don’t think I’m slacking.”

Rook comments on how normal Trey seems to be, and a subsequent interaction with Jade has Rook reevaluating his how he perceives Trey, saying, “I had considered you Riddle’s loyal knight, but it seems I erred a bit in my perception. Trey, you are quite a cunning man.”

Trey says, “You called me ‘normal’ before, and that’s exactly what I am.”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

hiiii can i ask for a fudge brownie and venus fly trap! also congrats for 300 u deserve it‼️🫶

Thank you so much! I hope you like this one! It's basically porn with zero plot ;)

Pairing: Sabo x afab!Reader

WC: 1200

Prompt: “Good sluts don’t talk with their mouths full.” 

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“How could you be so stupid?” Sabo stares at you with eyes ablaze. You had blown the big mission. You had done the best you could, but the mission simply couldn’t be accomplished given the circumstances. 

“Stupid? You’re the chief of staff and gave me less than half the men I asked for to do this job! I knew what it would take and you declined. You didn’t listen to me.” You wouldn’t back down, you were a confident general in the Revolutionary Army and this wasn’t your first rodeo. 

“You should have picked up the slack. I’ve trained you better than this. I am wildly disappointed, y/n.” Sabo was livid, but you weren’t scared. You were just as mad. 

“Picked up the slack? The slack of what, 50 men? I’m not a miracle worker, Sabo. I told you what I needed and you said no. You don’t want to admit you have fault here, too.” You spit back at your superior. You would be scrubbing toilets for months after this confrontation, but you didn’t care. “Not all of us can be trained by the boss personally, not all of us have devil fruit powers, not everyone is like you, Sabo. I did what I could with what I had!” 

“I should demote you right here and now for your backtalk, y/n.” Sabo grits his teeth and looks at you from across his office. He wasn’t used to his generals mouthing off to him like this. 

“I’ve done nothing but dedicate my life to The Revolution and I refuse to let you blame me for this failure. Demote me if you must, but I’ll take it to Dragon myself.” You square your shoulders and ball your firsts to hide your hands shaking. 

“You little…” Sabo rushes towards you and barely misses your shoulder as he reaches the door behind you to lock it. You turn to him. 

“You can’t talk to me like that, y/n. I am your superior.” Sabo’s eyes darken as he slowly walks towards you. “It seems like…” He reaches your body and puts one hand on your cheek, tilting your face to look up into his mischievous eyes. “Like I need to teach you a lesson…” 

Sabo uses his free hand to loosen the white fluffy ascot around his neck and remove it. 

You so were mesmerized by the proximity and the glint in his round eyes, you didn’t notice as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back. He quickly tied them tightly together with his ascot. 

“Chief, I-“ You protest. 

“No no, none of that now. You were so bratty a few moments ago, telling me how right you are… I’m going to fix that attitude.” Sabo smirked. Your knees knocked together as you felt yourself becoming aroused at his words. He was so domineering and confident, it was everything you wanted in a man. 

“Sabo-“ You whine.

“On your knees, now.” Sabo prods your shoulders with his hands. You oblige. Quickly you drop to your knees with your hands tied behind your back. Sabo undoes his belt and pulls his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. His semi-hard member bobs in front of your face. Your eyes cross as you stare at his thick tip so close to you. 

“Open up, little one. Make yourself useful, for once.” Sabo grabs your head and you engulf his cock into your wet mouth. He was so thick it stretched your lips, but he was heavy and hot on your tongue and it made you whine. You had always dreamed of having your Chief like this, and he had clearly picked up on that over the past few months, or else he wouldn’t have the gall to push you around like this. He was assertive, but not a monster. 

You slobbered as you bobbed your head up and down over Sabo’s girthy lenth. Sabo grunted as he guided your mouth on his cock. 

“Gods, so much better at this than you are at mouthing off… such a nice little throat for me to fuck…” He continued to thrust into your open mouth. 

“Mhhmmmmpphh!” You tried to talk back but Sabo’s dick was clogging your windpipe. 

“Shh shh, no no. Good sluts don’t talk with their mouths full.” Sabo held your cheeks with one hand and held your nose closed with the other as he trust firmly into your throat. He pulled out and released your nose after a few moments. He still held your cheeks together as you sputtered and coughed with spit all over your face. 

“Up, little whore!” Sabo reached down and grabbed your by your ribs and turned you around to push you over his desk ass up. Sabo forcefully rips your pants and panties down to your ankles in a single pull, leaving your soaked pussy fully on display for him from behind. 

“Brace yourself, I’m not playing nice.” Sabo spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lines his massive cock up with your dripping hole with the other. He effortlessly plunges fully into your cunt and you cry out. 

“SABO!” 

“I know, I know, my little slut, it’s a lot for you, isn’t it? You’re gonna take it, okay? I know you can.” Sabo soothingly runs his hand down your spine and grips the ascot tying your hands together to use as an anchor to fuck into you with. 

“Ahh! It’s so much!” You moan and squeal around your Chief of Staff’s cock as he relentlessly plows into you from behind. He fists his free hand into your hair and pulls your head up. 

“It’s too much? That’ll teach you to mouth off to me again, huh little whore?” 

“Sabo, please-“ Your eyes roll back into your head as his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly. 

“Oh you’re going to cum, aren’t you? I feel you squeezing me so tight… such a naughty little subordinate…” Sabo chuckles as he speeds up his already unforgiving pace. 

“Come on little one, let go… show me how much you love your superior…” He coos over you. 

“Fuck! Sabo, I-“ You uncontrollably spill your release all over your thighs and his. Your body shakes as your orgasm overtakes you. 

“There it is, aren’t so tough after all huh?” Sabo chuckles behind you. “Gonna fill you up to make sure you’ve learned your lesson… After I get finished with you, everyone will know you belong to me…” With a powerful thrust and a loud grunt, you feel Sabo’s cock twitch inside of you and spill its seed deep inside of you. 

“Shit…” you sigh out. Sabo pulls out and turns you around. He unties the ascot around your wrists and brings them up to his face. He kisses and rubs at your red and rubbed-raw wrists as he picks you up to sit comfortably on his desk. 

“However many men you want for the mission… you have them…” Sabo whispers into your hand as he continues to kiss it. 

You were shocked. 

“Actually?” You breath out, still exhausted from the pounding you took. 

“Anything you want, it’s yours. From now on. As long as you keep meeting me here like this.” Sabo’s eyes meet yours. You smile. 

“Let me stay in your bed tonight, and you have a deal.” You smirk and take Sabo’s lips in a soft kiss. 

xx Mo

[gx-gameon]

Just as a change in your GX fic, I can see Atem having Jaden take his studies seriously. Not to the point where he's top of the class, but he's above average but has some pretty niche knowledge, like about ancient cultures and can speak/write in what people thought were previously dead languages (Atem would make a living translating ancient languages he's a living Rosetta Stone).

If anything, that one teacher Professor Stein would hate Jaden not because he inspires others to slack off in class, but Jaden's insistence to stay in Slifer Red despite having everything at his fingertips is like a slap in the face for Professor Stein who grew up poor and had to fight for everything he had. Jaden didn't know what that was like and is just slumming it in his eyes.

I love this.

Jaden being a ‘Slacker’ is something I struggle with constantly in this au.

Kaiba had a crazy study regiment and while he didn’t force it on Mokuba and I doubt he would force it on Jaden (or that Yugi would let him) I don’t think he’d be happy with failing grades

Yugi was valedictorian (according to DSOD) I think he struggled early on because of everything going on and his lack of interest in anything outside of games but threw himself into studying after Atem left.

Atem. See everything you stated. Because you’re correct.

I but I’m going to argue that Jaden isn’t a Slacker because he doesn’t want to learn. It’s a mixture of he already knows all the answers, because of his family and connections.

But more importantly his brain was literally fried by his birth parents.

Jaden does really well in one on one lessons. Learning from Atem or Yugi. Studying langue’s with tutors. He does really well when he can take things at his pace and it’s presented in a way that he can understand and learn from.

But his brain was fried. He struggles remembering something (which I have another ask on that I’ll talk about later)

The traditional classroom is hard on him. His brain just can’t catch on without asking at least 10 questions. It’s why he sleeps in class so much. He loses track of where they are and they won’t answer a Slifer’s questions.

However he can’t fail out, so he needs find a new way of figuring out the in formation. Luckily he’s had a decade to learn how he best processes information.

You also have to remember that he was offered to move up to Ra with in the first 10 episodes because of his dueling ability but chose to stay in red with Syrus. So it’s not that his grades are holding him back he is refusing to move up.

So I think Jaden comes up with a study habit/style that benefits him. He’s never going to be top of the class (mainly because he’s got some learning disability’s from his brain being fried and Duel Academy doesn’t seem like it be the best school for helping kids with learning disabilities.) he can’t test well. But he’s passing.

He shows Syrus his way of studying and it makes more sense than what’s happening in class. (Reading the actual text and taking notes) Bastion and Alexis join their little study group. Alexis and Bastion can understand the lectures and combined their lecturer notes with Jaden’s text notes and it makes an all encompassing study guide for the group.

Professor Stein hates Jaden for two reasons. Everyone is now skipping class but they are also passing. This is because Jaden’s way of learning makes way more sense to most of the students. It’s hands on and is more effective than a straight lecture. (He might also be teaching straight from the text and why would you go to a lecture that you could read in a comfortable spot, in bed or sitting outside)

I don’t know Stein maybe look at your teaching style and ask if you reaching all different learning styles? Straight lectures don’t work for most people. But I digress.

But this is a Great War of mine. I don’t want Jaden to be such a slacker because I don’t think Seto, Yugi, or Atem would be happy with him. But I also don’t want to change Jaden to the smartest most hard working kid ever.

And the thing is cannon Jaden is smart. He’s got good strategies and can problem solve. He’s not book smart but he’s not stupid. He’s socially inept from a lack of friends growing up (and likely neglectful parents but don’t worry I’ve fixed that) and he struggles with learning but he I wonder why when his parents fried his brain as a baby.

So I think Jaden does try in his studies and between his duel record and hard work could have been Obelisk by the end of his 1st year. He just refuses to move up. Probably failed a few test on purpose so they couldn’t move him.

Between the class not being set up for students like him and have a good grasp on everything they are teaching because of his family it’s no wonder he skips class.

I do love everything you listed out and I’ll have a lot to think about. This is something that I’ve been thinking about a lot but haven’t brought up because I wasn’t sure how to present it yet. Let me know what y’all think we should do with Jaden and his study habits.

[violetvelourr]

One thing about art (or rather my artistic journey) that both fascinates and upsets me lately is that at some point you actually begin to perceive differently the artists you were looking up to seems like only just yesterday.

I have several examples like this, when I even wanted to ask for mentorship… and a year or so later, gradually, I began to think “why did I think that was good?” And on several occasions it ended even with “no way… I really thought that was genius and the top skill I had to strive for?..”

Like that artist I really wanted to get lessons with, but thanks to sanctions saving my money I couldn’t, and then at some point I realized that their anatomy was just so off and the way they were drawing was basically a hit-or-miss and even more of a “fake it till you make it” principle than I have. Top it off with complete slacking off with rendering and trying to give it off as a finished piece… That was probably my biggest disappointment and I even unfollowed them…

And no, it doesn’t mean that I had gotten just so good myself that I see right through these artists now. I haven’t. I have progressed a little but still very far from where I want to be. But my taste seems to change nonetheless 🤔 and again, I’m definitely not better than those artists I stopped liking, I’m probably even still miles below! But they are just not my role models anymore…

It is interesting and also a bit disappointing tbh… like, as if you gradually stopped enjoying your favorite food… and also like with favorite food, some dishes remain just as delicious (even with flaws, in fact!!)… but some even exquisite dishes suddenly begin to taste “meh”, or even “ewww”.

And I wonder if people think the same way about my art sometimes. Surely they do, I mean, if that happens to me, must happen to others 🤦🏼‍♀️

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids VII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

This is a Manhunt/Bully crossover. So expect the usual non family friendly shenanigans.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Edward seethed through gritted teeth.

“Well, it’s not like we can be a couple of girl scouts, Edward.” Sighed Jimmy as he fixed his tie.

Dressing up as a Mormon wasn’t on Jimmy’s to-do list. But here he was, in a stupid ass button-down with some ugly dress slacks cut much too high, exposing his socks underneath. For god’s sake, Pete even made him polish the top of his head. Jimmy swore it was brighter than his future. He turned over to Gary, who held a bible in hand.

“Mormons don’t even read the bible, dumbass,” Jimmy told him.

“Well, I’m not going out buying a Book of Mormon on my dad’s credit card,” Gary shot back, abruptly shutting the heavy book.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, looking over to Pete, who was busy trimming up the sides of his hair to make it nice and neat.

“Remember when we got in trouble for opening that barber shop in the bathroom?” Jimmy reminisced.

“Yeah, I caught you red-handed. Giving Casey Harris a mullet.” Edward scoffed.

“Oh, yeah, that was fun,” Chuckling, Pete stepped back, “are you guys ready to go?”

The group collectively agreed to head out, but only through the back entrance while everyone was attending class to save the embarrassment. Jimmy learned that lesson the hard way when he’d worn a pair of booty shorts and got clowned by at least ten people walking out of gym class. Never again, he thought.

Their journey first started in small suburbia. Gary took the lead of knocking on the first door, a cheery smile plastered on his cheeks like a demented Ken doll.

“Oh, hello, how may I help you?” The homeowner asked as she peered out from her house.

“Hello, ma’am! I’m here to offer you a few suggestions. We’ve heard that the community in Bullworth is tainted with sin and violence, and we’d like to change that!” Gary greeted.

She nodded along, Gary continuing his act.

“Here, I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends,” he nodded, “this young man here used to be violent. He enjoyed disrespecting his parents and playing vile video games. But by the power of God and restoration of his faith, he is now a perfect, well-rounded citizen!” Gary gloated as he pushed Pete forwards

Pete waved, a sheepish grin on his face.

“And these two young men used to suffer from homosexual thoughts and tendencies. But now they are picture-perfect real men!” Gary expressed with open arms.

Jimmy clenched his jaw, his fists in a tight white-knuckle grasp.

“Oh, dear, that is very good. But I don’t have any children. I’m quite fine.” The woman laughed before she closed the door.

A sigh left Gary as he turned, walking off the porch.

As soon as Gary came within range, Jimmy reeled his hand back and landed it hard on the back of the taller’s neck.

“OW! Watch it, Hopkins!”

“Take your advice,” Jimmy grumbled.

They continued their journey through the vast neighborhood of Bullworth. The dress shoes began to cause Jimmy pain. His toes had become bruised from continuously trekking around in dress shoes. Everyone else seemed equally as miserable, Gary growing more agitated as they passed home after home. Pete did his best to observe the interiors of the houses as lowkey as possible. Edward did his best to hide back in shame of their current situation, while Jimmy himself just stood and nodded like a daisy in the wind.

Everything was boring until Gary had the balls to approach a home with a very large ‘NO SOLICITING’ sign.

“Fuck does soliciting mean?” Jimmy turned his head to the side.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” Gary smirked as he pounded on the door.

The man who opened the door didn’t even give Gary a chance to speak before he started to scream.

Pete was the first to book it, then came Ed, and after followed Jimmy and Gary. Their shoes pounded against the sidewalk, almost racing like ill-bodied thoroughbreds at the Kentucky Derby. Fire crawled into Jimmy’s lungs and throat, forcing him to slow down. Not long after, Edward completely halted into a fit of asthmatic breathing and coughs. The other two joined them to catch their breath as well.

“Son of a bitch...” Edward wheezed after administering his inhaler.

“Watch your fucking language. We’re Mormons now..” Gary huffed humorously.

“Shut up..” The prefect grumbled, lifting his head.

After a short recovery, they aimlessly wandered New Coventry, shivering from the cold weather. How did missionaries do this all day? Jimmy sort of had a newfound respect for those morons. This shit was unbearable, especially in the winter weather of Bullworth, New York.

Instead of a new neighborhood, something else caught the group’s attention.

“Fuck you, Davis!” A sharp female voice yelled.

“Oh really? So that’s what you’re gonna say to me now? You can’t even give me a good reason!” A male tone bellowed.

The quartet crept closer to where the screaming match was. Peering into an alleyway, Silena Mariani and Davis White were busy biting each other’s heads off for what was probably the fifth time that day.

“I can’t sit here and listen to you talk shit bout my friends Davis! Those guys are like my family!” Silena defended.

“Family? Are you kidding me, Silena? Those guys are nothing but trouble!” Davis argued with his arms thrown in the air.

“Oh, like you’re a saint! You’re just as bad as them! I see the way you treat those freshmen, you dipshit!”

“And do you do anything about it? No! No, you fucking don’t!” Davis screamed, getting in the girl’s face.

“Get outta my face!’ she’d scream, stepping forward to make Davis step back.

“Then get outta the clique Silena!”

“No! They’re good people! They’re good friends!”

“Good people don’t go to jail Silena!’ Davis screamed over her.

The girl fell silent before she lunged and snatched her boyfriend by the throat in a rage.

Jimmy and Edward quickly ran out from where they hid, prying the couple away from each other.

“Woah! Chill out! Chill out!’ Jimmy demanded, dragging Silena a few feet away from Davis and Edward.

“You take it back!” Silena screamed, hitting Jimmy as he restrained her.

“What is this even about?” Edward asked.

‘What’s this about? Oh, I’ll tell ya! Her deadbeat side piece Johnny got arrested!” Davis yelled.

“He is NOT-” Silena started.

“Wait, Johnny got arrested?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, last night.” Davis nodded.

“Do you know why?”

“Pft, I couldn’t care less. Why don’t you ask Peanut? I’m sure he knows all about it.” Davis droned, wrestling out of Edward’s grasp and walking off.

Well, at least they knew who to look for.

Jimmy let Silena go, walking over to the other two who had spectated the altercation.

“That was intense,” Pete stated, following Jimmy as he went on a mentally mapped route.

“You tell me, she throttled him like a ragdoll,” Gary laughed wickedly.

“How are abusive relationships funny to you?” Edward asked.

“How is doing coke and throwing up all you eat good for your health” Gary retorted.

Edward didn't say anything else after that.

After tons more walking, they were where they needed to be, the tenements. And, of course, lo and behind, Peanut Romano was outside bawling his little eyes out. As Jimmy approached, he noticed just how messy the greaser looked. His hair was stringy and dry, his shoes were scuffed, and his jacket carelessly sat on his shoulders. Jimmy had never seen any of the greasers in such a state. Well, besides Ricky when he was howling over his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh, what do you want, Jimmy?..” Wailed Peanut as he lifted his head to reveal a red, puffy face.

“Look, I’m not here to laugh at you. I just wanna know, did Johnny get arrested last night?” The ginger asked.

“Yes!” The greaser sobbed out.

“Woah, hey, it’s alright. Do you know what happened?”

“N-no, I don’t. All I knew was that Johnny and Norton were goin’ out to get us all some dinner for the night, and Lola got a call late last night from the county jail.” He explained through sniffles and pitiful cries.

“Alright, hey Edward?’ Jimmy turned his head.

“Yes?’ The prefect answered.

“Can you go talk to Lola for me?”

Edward nodded, stepping away to go down to the Vale. It wasn’t a secret that Lola and Pinky were seeing one another, for him at least. It was like a clear shower curtain almost. Edward could tell when two people had some serious chemistry. The perk of being in way too many relationships and flirtationships.

He shivered and sighed. A car or a jacket would be a lifesaver against this harsh and brutal weather. This whole missionary idea was humiliating and stupid. No wonder those boys were called the Trouble Trio. That’s all they seemed to get into lately. These little adventures wouldn’t have a good outcome in the future if anything could stain his permanent record.

With a polite knock at the Gauthier estate, Edward was allowed inside.

The tall male trailed up the stairs, politely stopping at a pink door.

“Pinky, Lola. I know you’re there. We need to talk.” Edward said.

Footsteps shuffled behind the door, and Pinky herself opened it. Lola was seated on the large, ornately decorated bed in the center of the room.

“It’s about Johnny,”

“Oh, you heard?” The redhead perked up.

“Yes. What happened?”

“Well, Johnny said he was going out to get some pizza with Norton. And when they were making their way back, a bunch of psychos jumped them. When the cops rolled by, the crackheads dipped. And they got arrested instead.” Lola explained while she painted her nails.

“Ok, thank you, That’s all I needed to know. Have a nice day.” Edward nodded, exiting the doorway and going down the hall to a landline.

He quickly dialed Jimmy’s number, and within two rings, he picked up.

“Pinky?”

“No, it’s me, Edward.”

“What are you doing over there?”

“I know things.”

“Ok? Well, did you get anything?”

“Yeah, they were getting food down by that pizza parlor. You may want to check that out,” Edward suggested.

“Noted, cya.”

“Bye.”

Edward hung up, sighing as he started to travel back on foot.

Nothing came of the pizza parlor search, which disappointed the group. Had they all run around looking like a bunch of Mormons in tit-freezing weather for nothing?

Well, sort of.

Pete had come up with the idea to ask Max, as he would know about arrests. The guy was obsessed with law and order. Although, this idea was once again much to Edward’s dismay. The former prep whined as they again walked to where they could find Max, where he stood guard near the gymnasium.

“Max!” Pete called.

The brunette snapped his head over and immediately marched in their direction. Ed bit his tongue as the other prefect came to a robotic halt.

“Yes sir?”

“We need your help. Do you know anything about how Johnny and Norton got arrested?”

“Negative, sir.” Max lied. Edward could tell.

It pissed him off.

“Quit lying, MacTavish.” Edward seethed.

“Excuse me?” Max turned.

“You’re lying right to his face. I can see it!”

“I’m not lying! I have no reason to lie!”

“Oh really? Cause every time something doesn't add up you always bite your lip.”

“What are you on? Drugs?! You know you can go around accusing anyone all day, but it’s never going to change the fact that you’re a manwhore.” Max sneered.

“Again, with the slut-shaming! You can barely talk, Max! When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Oh, right, never. Because you’re always someone’s little bitch waiting to take orders!” Edward snapped.

“Fuck off!”

“Gladly!”

The trio sat, blinking as both prefects stormed off.

Back to the drawing board.” Gary sighed.

[aeoki]

Ghostic: Haunted - Chapter 1

Location: ES Halloween Stage (fine) Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

< Almost an hour later, at the ES Haunted House site. >

Touri: Whaa, amazing! Is this the haunted house built at ES?

As expected of Eichi-sama, he can easily do things that I can’t! I really respect him~♪

Eichi: Fufu. It was worth all the effort seeing you so happy, Touri.

An unexpected haunted house built on ES grounds – those who enter are given a surprise by all sorts of strange phenomena. What do you think? Exciting, isn’t it?

Touri: Yup, my heart can’t stop beating from excitement~☆

You think so too, right, Yuzuru? “ES Halloween” is definitely gonna be a huge success if a haunted house is built at such an extravagant location ♪

Yuzuru: Yes. It is indeed a wonderful venue.

An event of such size would never be possible at Yumenosaki Academy. Excelling in planning, financial power and negotiations; it truly is a display of Eichi-sama’s abilities.

Eichi: Fufu. I’m also surprised since I didn’t expect it to be on such a large scale.

“Befitting of a student” is a privilege granted to young people, after all. There is no way I would choose not to invest a large capital into something this grand.

Now that I’m no longer able to be a student, I should make things the best I possibly can as an organiser. That’s what I thought, so I put a lot of effort into the planning of this.

…Just kidding. In actuality, it seems a construction company we’ve had dealings with wanted to exhibit their new materials.

They’re environmentally friendly and easy to assemble as well as disassemble – it was certainly the perfect opportunity for the “ES Haunted House”.

Touri: Oh… So that’s what was happening behind the scenes.

To negotiate the operations as well as the arrangements, you’re really on a whole different level, Eichi-sama ♪

By the way, where did Hibiki-senpai go off to? I heard that he’s working on the preparations with you, but I don’t see him anywhere.

Eichi: Oh, regarding that, could you take a look at this? *Snaps fingers*

Touri: Huh? Why did you snap your fingers?

Woah!? The plates on the table started floating and they’re following the movement of Eichi-sama’s fingers!? What’s this? How does it work…!?

Wataru: Fufufu. Were you surprised?

There are actually controls located elsewhere far away in this haunted house.

On Eichi’s signal, I press the button… like so ☆

Touri: Woah! The other pieces of furniture have started moving too!

And they’re not just floating, they’re swinging left and right joyfully. How!?

Wataru: What do you think? Amazing, isn’t it?

This is truly the fruits of our labour…☆ I’m sure the visitors will be most pleased ♪

Eichi: I had Wataru come up with the gimmick for the haunted house.

He came up with all sorts of impressive ideas that I couldn’t possibly imagine. I was right to appoint Wataru for this.

Thanks to him putting his natural entertainment abilities to work, I think it will be something the visitors will enjoy.

That concludes the proposal for "fine's" Halloween this year.

A haunted house by day and a concert venue by night – Let’s all do our best to spread the Trick and Treat spirit on Halloween ♪

Touri: Yup! I’ll work harder than I’ve ever before!

Eichi-sama worked so hard to prepare this stage, so I can’t slack and make excuses even if student council work increased ♪

Yuzuru: This is the stage Eichi-sama and Hibiki-sama took all that effort to prepare for us. We cannot let it go to waste.

I, too, shall work even harder in my lessons.

Eichi: That’s a fine attitude. I’m looking forward to seeing you two perfecting your performances on the big day ♪

All right, that’s all for the introduction. I’ve booked a lesson room, so why don’t we all go get changed and practise?

We don’t have much time, but Wataru and I will teach you the direction and the choreography of our new song, so I want you two to memorise it well. You can do that, right, Touri?

Touri: Yup~♪

Wataru: Then, let us begin with some stretching exercises! Loosen your joints like an octopus…♪

Touri: There’s no way I can do that~!

Yuzuru: Fufufu. Things have truly made a 360-degree turn from the hecticness of the Student Council; we’ve been completely caught up in Eichi-sama and Hibiki-sama’s pace. As expected of such experienced upperclassmen.

Similar to training with someone of higher skill, I, too, shall do my best. Let us perform a wonderful “Halloween” piece played by the four of “fine”.

However, I had no way of knowing back then.

No way of knowing a dreadful and strange phenomenon would fall upon us after being beckoned into the haunted house.

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[kirimoochi]

the prince.

₊˚ ᗢ suna rintarou x figure skater! fem! reader.

⤷ suna has been leaving practice early and the team starts to wonder why.

“ah, i should start heading out for today.”

suna slings his bag over his shoulders, tugging on the straps as his other hand grips his phone. he’s seen typing a quick message to someone and hitting send the moment his blond-aired teammate walks over to him. from the corner of kita’s eyes, he notices suna’s lips curl into a small, fond smile. it seemed almost uncharacteristic for the boy. so much so that the miya twins are quick to be at his side, leaning over his shoulder with gleaming interest for his friend.

as of recently, suna has been leaving practice a lot earlier than usual. the first time it happened, he hurriedly ran to the locker rooms to change, rushing out of the doors with his shirt still halfway across his torso. the second time, he left when kita turned around to give an earful to atsumu about not taking care of his health. this was the time aran finally noticed something was different about suna, and he reacted with a simple sigh and wave.  the third time, he was caught by their coach and forced to give a half-assed apology before running off again, still not learning his lesson. no matter how often the boys see it, they’re always surprised by how fast he can run, especially when he’s putting his mind to something.

this time will be different though. before he could turn around to make a jog toward the door, atsumu stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder. a glimmer of mischief shining through his hazel-colored eyes. “where do you think you’re going this time? don’t think we haven’t noticed you cutting practices early! you got a lot of nerve buddy.” 

osamu wipes the sweat off his brow, coming up to suna, “it’s unlike you to leave early. do you have somewhere to go? afterschool program?”

“maybe he’s going out to see a girl!” 

the boy in question looks off to the side, eyes flickering back and forth from his phone to the court. the team had paused their game just to hear what he had to say. he awkwardly clears his throat as he turns away, a faint red tint forming on the tips of his ears, “yeah. i wanted to watch my friend’s performance tonight.” 

the miya twins grovel, somehow losing a mysterious bet they’ve made in their heads. kita slowly approaches suna, patting him on the shoulder. it’s a surprise, they all thought. to think that this stoic, snarky, sarcastic man had friends who could tolerate his bratty attitude was nothing short of amazing. in all their time of being together, in the same classes and lunch table, atsumu and osamu did not see it coming. perhaps if they were observant as kita, they might have noticed the way suna would smile at his phone, seemingly texting someone on the other line. 

the blond-setter points at him accusingly, “you got friends outside of me and samu? you cheater!” 

“this is quite the news…”

“i wonder what he’s watching…”

the man in question was an incredibly sly, albeit lazy boy. the longer he stays in the game, the more he begins to slack off. it was obvious the way his shoulders began to roll back and he took a more relaxed position in front of the net. it’s only when kita is brought into the game that he straightens up his back. aran points out that suna didn’t attempt to hide anything and would have more than likely answered their questions had they asked. the middle blocker never attempted to hide his conversion. it’s so painfully obvious how criminally online he is. 

“man, now i’m curious!” atsumu comments, slapping him on the back a few times, “you wouldn’t mind if we join your friend’s little performance?”

“tsumu, you can’t just invite yourself.”

“huh? i just wanna meet them thats all! what if they’re also a volleyball player!”

“he would have said game instead of performance, you egghead.” 

“who the hell are you calling an egghead?” 

suna remains quiet before pocketing his phone. tugging on his bag, he resumes his walk to the door. “it’s fine. i don’t think my friend would mind.” he certainly would. but he pushes this thought down his throat. if anything, it might help to bring more people for support. he looks back at atsumu and osamu, narrowing his eyes with annoyance laced in his gaze, “just don’t cause trouble for me.”

the rest of the team quickly packed up their belongings, with kita waving them off with a simple goodbye. he says he should stay to clean up the gym while they meet suna’s friend. it was only a few days before their next game, and he thinks they deserve some level of rest. it would also be nice of them to send photos. he’s also quite curious to know who is this mysterious friend.

“i’m surprised you got such a close friend! it doesn’t seem like you talk to them in person.” omimi scratches the back of his neck, fiddling slightly with the ends of his hair. “do they go to a different school?”

“they don’t come to class,” suna replied, tucking his hands into his pocket as they continued down the road.

“so they just skip? how unfair is that!” atsumu huffs, tucking his arms over his chest. if he had the option, he’d ditch the drab books and play volleyball every day. osamu gently punches him on the shoulder, snickering about how it’d make no difference in his grades if he skipped class. the two begin to bicker as aran jogs a little faster to meet with suna. 

“what type of person are they?”

the dark-haired boy lets out a hum, shifting his head from side to side.

“a prince, i guess.” 

ice crackles underneath the thin blade, a snappy yet crisp sound echoing in the open air. a figure waves elegantly through the frigid platform. the shimmer from their ruffled clothes waves back and forth in the air, tempting the audience to lean forward as they raise their arms, performing a triple axel with a slight wobble in their toe. they ignore this flaw, choosing to continue with their program as if nothing happened. sliding left and right, they glide easily across the ice as their hands trail from the vein on the side of their neck, tracing it down to their ribcage.

the prince was not an unfamiliar name. rumors quickly spread at the beginning of the year that a new transfer student would be attending. whispers came from all directions. most of them coming from the ice skating club. they were described to be a professional figure-skater. a whole league of their own compared to the boys’ volleyball team. having won several out-of-country competitions, they came back to japan a kissed hero. it was a shame that on the first day, they were excused from classes for the rest of the semester. 

despite not attending class, it was evidence there was a star lingering amongst them.

however, the volleyball team was met with a lot more than just one surprise tonight. they learned very quickly the moment they entered the skating rink, the prince was not a prince, but a lady. she slid across the field with enough grace to match a swan. yet the crunch of shaved ice and precise jumps remind them of the careful footwork of a mountain goat. every move performed was planned. every sweat poured onto the ice was a sign of their meticulous work. in other words, they were flawless tonight.

“man, i wonder how easy it’d be to do those jumps,” atsumu says, looking out to the crowd and back to suna. the middle blocker doesn’t break from the scene in front of him. the team notices the way the skater’s arms move smoothly alongside their skates, almost as if they were one flowing piece in the wind. their facial expression was concentrated, with only a thin trickle of sweat dripping down their chin.

everyone was standing behind the glass, eyes were blown wide as they were met with a sparkling scene. the slow build-up of the song brought everything together. they couldn’t hold back their gasp as they watched the skater perform a double axel followed by a triple salchow, with another jump far across the rink. a jump they could only imagine doing in their dreams. they were starting the second half of their program,  yet they’ve performed this many jumps already. it was getting impossible to hide the smile on suna’s face.

“i doubt it.”

figure skating is one of the most rigorous sports anyone could play. not only do you need the mastery of ballet, but training and practice could last months before you are even ready to perform competitively. nothing slips past the judges. not a single step should be wasted unless called for. everything should be perfectly calculated by their choreographer weeks in advance. from the movements of their fingers to the tilt of their neck, only those who were dedicated to this sport can see the small details. while a volleyball player can get away with slipping on the ground, it is a fatal mistake in figure skating.

not to mention, injuries were common in every performance. you might be friends with someone one hour, before they collapse on the ground, being wheeled to the hospital after straining their muscles. it was intense. 

you finished your performance, breathing heavily as you waved your arms above your head. although the ice was cold, your body was warming up from the inside out. it was burning with passion. and you lived for these cheers. you could feel it all in the tips of your fingers. this was going to be the start of something great this year. finally able to rest, you turned your head, noticing a very familiar face in the crowd, leading to you excitedly skating towards them.

“rin!” you jumped into his open arms, letting him twirl you around as his teammates stared in disbelief. the cold expression you had on the ice had completely melted away the moment you saw your best friend. “you made it! i got worried you might not be able to see the beginning of my program.” 

(l/n) (y/n): professional figure skater, representing japan in the grand prix. her most notable achievement was winning gold in the junior grand prix two years ago, with her main focus being to conquer the senior division by her third year in high school. she transferred to inarizaki in hopes of finishing her education and taking lessons from another coach, but her training program had been more demanding, making it difficult for her to attend classes.

so how did you meet suna? it was very simple. he and you met in kindergarten, having been paired up together because of the latter’s extremely bratty behavior. you were the definition of a picture-perfect child. however, hanging out with him during recess completely changed that perception of you. you would always spend time together, whispering to each other in class. even when it was mandatory nap time, he would always find a way to lay his thin mat next to you, poking the center of your palm to keep you awake. 

such antics led to you being a little more rebellious and open-mouthed with your opinions. he gave you the confidence to speak to your parents about your dreams. while he wanted to continue playing volleybal, you wanted to be a figure skater. just like your grandmother when she was a young girl. unfortunately, she got an injury during the semifinals that permanently withdrew her from sports entirely. it was a tragic event that affected your family for years. they wanted you to do anything but figure skating. 

your mother, although hesitant at first, could not deny you this wish. not when young suna held onto your hand tightly as you began to sob in front of her, claiming with all your heart that you would, without a doubt, come home with gold between your teeth. 

from there, when you were both in middle school, he would always be by your side. he went out of his way to save up his allowance from his mother to attend your competitions. to him, these small things were nothing in comparison to seeing your smile. when you looked back at him after performing your first free skate program, despite missing several of your jumps and hitting the ground with your cheek, you waved and smiled. even when you formed bruises behind the back of your knee, or sprained your ankle, he was always there to wrap gauze around it, laying on your stomach to keep you from leaving your bed. even when you moved away to a new city, crying into your pillow about how hard it is to make new friends in the ballet studio, he was there to comfort you. even when you didn’t make it to first place like you promised him, he was always whispering to you about how great you were to him. 

although the distance was far, your heart was close to him. 

so the volleyball team was left in awe, looking at the sight of a very soft, domesticated suna holding onto his childhood friend. he holds you tightly as he presses his forehead against yours, not minding the thin layer of sweat and warm air. squeezing your waist, he wonders about the perfect time to say how he feels. 

but perhaps it could wait once the two of you make it to the peaks of your career.

[boynextdoro]

11/13/23

it’s 12:44 am and my mind is filled with thoughts. i just can’t help but overthink everything that’s been happening to me lately. i have completely lost my will to live. nothing seems to inspire me to keep going.

not to mention i’m failing school because of it. aside from the never-ending problems i face every day, i still find myself insulting my appearance and my overall wellbeing. the guilt i feel after comforting myself with food. the annoyance i have for myself for slacking off instead of getting work done. the hatred i have for myself for not being as fortunate as my classmates. i’m sick of it, i’m sick of living this way. i’m tired of pretending that i’m okay. i hate the way i think and look. i’d probably have friends if i were skinnier. my appearance is the only thing that matters to me right now and yet i still somehow fail to take care of myself. i don’t believe someone like me deserves to be taken care of.

i’m well aware there’s something wrong with me. this isn’t something a 17 year old should be thinking about. i reached out to my mom last wednesday, she invalidated everything i said and dismissed my feelings. does she seriously think praying will make this go away immediately? i’ve been like this for months, i just made a mistake but i was never okay. it never got better with just praying. i’m sick of her religious beliefs when i clearly don’t believe in it. i need professional help not some imaginary sky daddy to protect me from the devil or whatnot.

i just want to end this already. why must i suffer? what have i done to deserve these things? the world seems dark and i’ve lost my spark. i just wish that one day i’d wake up only to find out it was all a nightmare but instead i feel as if i’m in a maze with no way out.

THIS IS AWKSSS i am not as gloomy as i was earlier. however, i do feel envious my friend is doing well now in terms of academics. a part of me thinks i could do that as well if i actually exerted effort in my academics but a part of me feels like i’m not that worthy to compete anymore (doesnt make sense even idg what i’m pointing out what the fuck)

enough negativity my day went well, although i avoided interacting with my classmates i’m happy i got to catch up with a friend i haven’t talked to in a while! i was also able to submit school works on time and i got to understand the math lesson :] i was able to answer the question for the graded recitation as well

i appreciate this a lot, i got to open up on what’s going on to me with my sister. ii find it nice how we’d both talk about our problems together and i really wish she won’t end up like me. i’ll try to be better for her and set a good example :)

[cyborg-franky]

Franky it’s Saturday and I’m with friends but I don’t socialize a lot anymore and I felt awkward so I had a drink. Normally my tolerance for booze is great, but, I kinda just chugged vodka and juice? And now I have a tummy ache and I’m just feeling whiny and too drunk™.

So, I was wondering if I could please get your head canons for some of the WBP handling an s/o who doesn’t usually get drunk, who is now drunk. And whiny, cause they don’t feel well. Izou and Thatch would be nice, but whoever else you wanna add too, cause honestly all of your writing warms me up inside.

Thank you so much in advance. I hope you’re having a good day!!!!! <333

Sorry this is abit late but I hope you got better, I am crazy clingy, hyper when drunk so I can't relate but I've dated whiny drunks and oh man. Hope you got home safe and rested <3

Ace

- I pray you aren’t both drunk at the same time because Ace is a whiny drunk too, utterly clingy and just whines at you that he feels sick, least he can use his power to burn it all off and be okay.

- If he’s sober, he’s very sympathetic but finds it a little annoying just doesn’t say it because he knows he’s the same.

- He’ll pander to your needs too much, he’ll try to talk you into eating or drinking water to help sober up, maybe get some rest but you won’t want to, and you’ll bat your eyelashes at him and get away with it.

- He doesn’t recall if he’d ever seen you drunk before now, he’d got complacent in your ability to drink and his lack of self-control got you to this point, so he also lets you get away with everything because he feels guilty he let you down.

- Will probably rope in one of the older commanders to help him deal with you.

- If he manages to get you to bed to rest up and you whine about being sick all he has in him is ‘shh, shh, sleep, it’s okay.’ As he stroked your forehead.

- Least he would rub your back or hold your hair while you vomit.

Marco

-Marco is a very laid back and chill person but he will also kick ass if he needs to. - You knew the risk you ran when it came to drinking. - He’d never seen you drunk, sure but that didn’t mean there wasn’t evera chance that you’d feel the effects of overindulging. - You cling to Marco and whine at him about feeling sick, could he just heal it away? Make it better.. - “That’s not how my power works yoi.” He hums and carries on drinking because unlike some of you he can’t get drunk. - He at least has some compassion and he pulls you away from the others to take you to his office, telling you to sit still and don’t touch anything. - If you do touch anything that determines how nice Marco will be to you. - He makes you drink water, take some awful medicine that’s designed to help with the issues you are going through. - He rolls his eyes at you whining and pulling at his shirt, whimpering against his chest before he picks you up and takes you back to you room. - Using cool flames on your growing headache. - “I think someone learned an important lesson tonight,” he tucks you in, showing he does care but you aren’t in a rush to get this bad again. - Isn't above playfully teasing you the next day.

Thatch - He finds it amusing when you get clingy and whiny, how you grab his arm and complain about what’s happened. - He doesn’t give you much attitude, he knows that you are normally way better with your drink.

- So, he cuts you some slack.

- He’s still a little amused because you are very whiny and you sniffle and tell him you are never drinking again and he rolls his eyes, still grinning though.

- He takes you to the kitchen and feeds you, makes you drink water but the second you seem like you are going to be sick he’ll launch you out of the kitchen.

- Is another person who will hold you gently until you feel better, makes sure you get to bed safe.

- Sits with you in case you need anything else.

- From then on, he’ll give you a look when he thinks you are getting too close to your limit.

- Makes the best breakfast hangover cure ever.

Izou

- Izou will tell you from the moment you start to feel bad “Maybe you should stop.” Followed by “If you don’t stop, you’ll regret it.”

- He is the type of person to tell you ‘I told you so’ when you get drunk, you whine at him why he didn’t stop you and he shoots you a look as deadly as the guns he owns.

- You wilt under that gaze, but it doesn’t take you to like to whine more “Should have tried harder, I feel awful.” you whimper and pull at the sleeves of his kimono.

- You’re wrinkling the silk and therefore is on his last nerve.

- He tells you off, tells you that you should limit yourself, it’s your fault.

- You cry, clinging to him and he sighs.

- There is a 50/50 chance he will help you or pawn you off on Marco at this point, depending on how much snot and tears you get over him.

- He puts an arm around you and rubs your back, his tone softens, and he tells you that you need water and rest.

- Will help you get those things and makes sure you get to bed.

- If you throw up on him you’re getting thrown in the sea though.

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annnnnd 17 and eren cause it i just feel it. ILY KAT MWAH

Would You Be So Kind?

A/N: Hi Fae! Thank you for the request, baby. Hope you enjoy! Also, brownie points to whoever can figure out where the title is from. 

Content/warnings:  fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, mentions of marijuana usage, Eren is a simp, reader is a bit (really) oblivious, I know it’s a request but gosh is it self-indulgent. Read to see two love sick idiots in action. This is also me bullying Eren by making him embarrass himself. 

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3k

Prompt: “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?”

Inseparable. Thick as thieves. Joined at the hip. That’s how everyone would describe you and Eren. Together, side by side, no matter what. That’s the way it’s always been. He’s been there for you through everything: every tear, every laugh, every fall— he’d always be there to pick you back up and dust you off. Just like a best friend should. 

He’d never admit it to you, but Eren happened to fall in love with you somewhere in between playing pirates on the playground during recess and those midnight drives you two would go on after his varsity football games. It’s been a few years since then, but he thinks he’s only fallen for you deeper. Something about you was just so utterly intoxicating to Eren— your charisma, your laugh, your beauty? It was nothing short of ethereal. It was addicting. He doesn’t think any amount of time with you would be enough to truly satisfy his cravings. You’ve always been a part of him, and forever will be, as long as his heart keeps beating. He just wishes he could—

“Order for Eren!” the barista’s voice booms through the sound system of the busy cafe, snapping the man out of his thoughts. 

“Thank you,” he grabs the drinks— one for him and one for you, before heading out the door and making his way across campus for your little study session. 

It didn’t take Eren long to find you once he got to the library. You were seated at your usual corner, tucked away near the classics section, taking a crack at your textbook. You didn’t seem to notice the tall man approaching you, as evidenced by the way you suddenly perked up when he was right in front of you. The way you beamed up at him made his heart clench painfully. 

“Thanks, ‘Ren.” you grab the plastic cup from his outstretched hand, gratefully taking a sip. 

“No problem,” he replies coolly, despite the damn-near somersaults his stomach was doing. “So,” he starts, looking at you over the horizon of his own drink, “what are we learning about today, teach?”

“Well, I was thinking, since we have a quiz at the end of this week,” you pause, pointing to your textbook, “we should study this new chapter about brain structures. Professor sped through the lesson way too quickly last class.” 

“Well, I was thinking,” Eren crooned, stroking his chin mischievously, “we could just stay here and talk shit.”

“Eren!” you protested, pinning him down a hard look.

“I’m kidding! Kidding. Totally kidding,” he rolls his eyes, grinning widely. 

It was tradition at this point— you two would meet up at the library, with Eren usually providing the snacks and your favorite drink; which he’s memorized by heart, thank you very much. Sometimes, you and him would actually get some studying in. Most of the time, you two would just slack off, mess around for a few hours until you both got kicked out by the librarian for causing a ruckus. Still, he decided to grant this one to you.

Eren could watch you talk all day. The way your hands motion in sync with your words, the way your eyebrows scrunch together when you’re confused about something, the way your lips look so soft—

“So synapses are what connect neurons together-,” you pause, noticing how intently your friend is staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” you ask innocently, head slightly tilting to the side. 

“H-huh?” he shakes his head quickly in an attempt to refocus. “No, I, uh...Just think you look really pretty today.”

“Oh- well, thanks Eren. You look pretty handsome today, yourself.” you giggle, before diving back into your mini-lecture. 

Eren wishes he could slump over the table at this very moment. Or rattle you around until those neurons in your brain form the connection that your best friend was head over heels for you. Was he not obvious enough?  

Eren could never bring himself to confess to you. Every time he’s tried, something always seems to get in the way. That, or you just never seem to catch his drift. Even so, he’s grateful for whatever cosmic powers are up there that twist the tides of fate to make sure that he doesn’t flat out embarrass himself. He doesn’t think he’d be able to take the heartbreak if you didn’t feel the same way. 

Still, he hoped you would have some area of space in your heart for him. Or, at the very least, catch on to him eventually. Opening doors for you, giving you his jacket when it was cold out— even taking you out on “friend” dates under the guise of “setting the standards high for your future partner.” Alas, his best friend just had to be absolutely clueless. Eren honestly thinks that you’re one of the most oblivious people he’s ever met. It’s a good thing you’re cute. It makes up for it. 

Even with all of those fleeting glances, lingering touches, and unabashed compliments, you still didn’t seem to understand how stupidly and utterly in love your best friend was with you. 

Which is ironic, he muses, considering how intelligent you seem to be in other disciplines. He’s often left scratching his head at how you can balance chemical equations or write a publication-worthy essay but not figure out why he always brought you chocolate and flowers for Valentines Day— every year, without fail. Or why he insisted on driving you everywhere. Heck, you didn’t even bat an eyelash when Eren nearly strangled Jean during prom when he charmed his way into a single dance with you while the brunet went to get you two some punch. You were Eren’s date that night, so who did Jean think he was? Why couldn’t you put those critical thinking skills to good use back then? Eren finds it baffling, really. 

He’ll have you some day, he swears to himself. If it means having to prove that he’s worthy of your affection every single day, then so be it. It’s only a matter of time. 

Eren Jaeger was somewhat of an enigma to you. Steadfast, quick to speak, and hardheaded. Those three words could perfectly summarize the brunet. At least, that’s what you originally thought. 

The rowdy and impulsive boy you grew up with turned into the one person you knew you could always count on. You did silently acknowledge how Eren’s become more protective within the last few years. Or how he always seemed to loosen up whenever he was with you, almost serene— a huge contrast to his hyperactive personality. Why? You might have a vague idea, but you refuse to entertain the thought. The notion that the man would have even the slightest of non-platonic feelings for you was nothing short of fantasy. Maybe he was that way because of how long you two have known each other. Nothing else. 

Besides, it’s not like it mattered anyways.

It’s not like you noticed how thoughtful and goofy that six foot tall man was, especially around you. And you definitely didn’t notice how effortlessly attractive he was, either. And you totally paid no mind to way your heart drummed in your chest whenever Eren smiled as bright as the sun itself, the way you felt the heat surge through your body whenever he brushed your hair out of your face, or perhaps the way you found yourself at a loss for words whenever he brought his face a little too close to yours.

That’d be ridiculous. 

…

Okay, maybe you did have a little crush on Eren. But that was normal, right? You thought nothing of it. Surely, you wouldn’t risk your friendship just because of a small crush. Eren meant too much to you. 

It’s not like he’d ever return your feelings.

Idiots. The both of you. That’s the only logical conclusion Armin could come to after Eren crashes at his apartment for the umpteenth time looking like a kicked puppy after another failed attempt at wooing you. 

This time around, Eren had decided to order a custom made chocolate-covered strawberry platter, complete with hearts in your favorite color. He was planning on going to your place after class, where he’d finally ask you to be his. 

It would’ve worked perfectly, if Connie and Sasha hadn’t ravaged through the whole thing like savages. Eren cursed their insatiable hunger only made worse by a case of munchies. He thinks he might cry if he thinks about it again.

“Eren,” the blond sighs, summoning all the strength in his body as to not bury his face in his hands in frustration, “all you have to do is tell her you like her.”

“I'm trying! I’ve been trying for the past-“ Eren takes the time to count his fingers, before eventually giving up and slumping over Armin’s futon. “I don’t even have enough fingers to count!” He downs the rest of his glass, reaching for the bottle of wine to pour more, frowning when one single drop comes out. 

“Listen to me, Eren. You need to tell her upfront, plain and simple. Don’t try and beat around the bush. No fancy get ups, okay? We’ve all seen firsthand how those things go for you.” 

“But-,” Eren began to protest.

“But nothing. Do you want another repeat of tonight?” Armin demanded, eyebrow quirked. 

“...no,” the brunet sniffles. 

Armin looks at his friend with a pitiful expression. He’s watched Eren fail spectacularly over the years. And every single time, he and Mikasa would be there to console him after another disastrous confession scheme. But this— nearly in tears while sitting on the floor of Armin’s living room while nursing his 4th glass of wine— was just painful. 

How neither of you could tell just how much the other was interested was a complete mystery to the blond.

“Okay,” Armin claps his hands together. Eren’s head shoots up, jade eyes wide and hopeful. “Here's what you’re going to say. Just repeat after me…”

It had been a few weeks since that interaction with Armin. Eren’s made sure to keep his best friend’s advice in mind this entire time, rehearsing and practicing his lines until he was certain he could deliver it perfectly. This night was it, Eren told himself. 

Connie had thrown a little party to celebrate the end of the school year, and what better way to celebrate than getting completely hammered? Eren had stuck by your side the entire night, making sure that you drank enough water in between rounds. You two left before the party could truly die down, with Eren paying for an Uber to take you two to a restaurant for take-out before dropping you home. 

You had sobered up a bit since leaving Connie’s, but that didn’t stop you from losing your footing as you stumbled down the sidewalk leading to your apartment. You brace yourself for the harsh impact of the concrete, but it never comes.

“Careful there, party girl. Don’t want you tripping all over yourself, now,” Eren’s grip is firm around your waist, hoisting you up expertly so he could carry you bridal style. 

“Eren,” your slur slightly, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“What do you mean?”

”Paying for everything. Always making sure I get home safely.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to. Only the best for my favorite girl. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I let a beautiful woman like you walk home by yourself this late at night?”

“You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for,” you sigh, kicking off your heels as soon as you open the door to your apartment. Eren follows suit, toeing off his dress shoes as he closes the front door. He sets you down gently before placing the paper bags on your kitchen table.

You can see Eren’s smile falter, and he sighs a little, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. 

“What was that?” you ask with a slight tilt of the head. 

There’s a pregnant pause. His viridian gaze is studying you, for any hint of malevolence hidden on your face, any indication that would predict how much he would regret the words that threaten to spill from his lips. It’s as if staring at you would help him garner strength for what he was about to say. When he finds none, he continues.

“I said,” he takes a deep breath, holding it until it looks as though he’d faint, before letting out a slow exhale. He takes a few more moments, mentally preparing himself before dropping the biggest truth bomb of his life. “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?” verdant eyes searching yours for a clue, a sign, anything, that confirms that you return even a fraction of his feelings. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly, words beginning to bubble up your throat but die on your tongue. “Oh.” 

Your mind is racing, thoughts filing in at a remarkable speed, yet you could voice nothing. If you were to guess, you’d ascribe your current expression to that of a gaping fish. 

If you weren’t sober before, you definitely were now. 

The remnants of liquid courage coursing through his veins spur him on. Eren takes both of your hands in his, running his thumbs against your knuckles in order to ground himself and to stop the dam filled with years of pining from breaking. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away by accidentally drowning you in the metaphorical sea of what he considers his love for you. His touch felt scalding hot against your skin, but you didn’t have it in you to pull away first. There had always been something so magnetic about Eren, and the way you just melted into him from the simplest of contact. This time was no different. 

“I’ve wanted to be with you for so, so long. Ever since the day I met you, (y/n),” Eren’s eyes always managed to draw you in with their intensity. You could read everything he felt just by looking into them. This time they were pleading, begging you to believe him. 

“You’re all I ever wanted.” he imparts earnestly. 

“I-” you start, still trying to find the right words to say. Luckily, Eren keeps going.

“Be mine. Please? I promise you, I’ll do my best to make sure you know how much I care about you, every single day. All you have to do is say yes.”

You’re dumbfounded. Truly at a loss of words. You’re quiet for some time— way too long, that Eren starts freaking out. The room is suddenly way too hot, and he can feel himself start to break into a sweat. The next four seconds feel like an eternity.

One.

She heard me, right?

Did I hear him correctly?

Two.

She should have said something by now...why is she just staring at me like that?

I should probably say something right now...he looks like he’s about to pass out. 

Three. 

Oh my god. Do I have something in my teeth?

Oh my god. I bet I look stupid right now. 

Four.

Great fucking job, Eren. Of course you’d fuck this up. 

Of course I’d ruin a moment like this. Just say something already!

Before you even get a chance to redeem yourself, Eren is backing away, face flushed and rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I mean…” he croaks, wincing when his voice cracks. “You can say no. I-I’d totally get it. Was I too forward? Oh my god I didn’t mean to—”  

“Eren…” you murmur, grabbing him by both arms to pull him back. He stumbles forward, lightly knocking into you. If you can’t figure out what to say, you might as well just show him.

“Yeah?” he breathes, heart racing.  

“Just kiss me already.” 

Now it’s his turn to be caught off guard. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask if you really just said that, or if the alcohol was making him imagine things. But nothing comes out. He can feel his heart threatening to jump out of his chest at your sudden change in disposition. You sure did have a knack for turning him into a blushing, blubbering idiot. 

He doesn’t trust himself enough to try and speak again, so instead Eren leans in to close the distance between you, cupping your cheeks gently, as though he was afraid you would break.  Eren’s always been rough around the edges, but with you, he treats you as if you were a doll, made from the finest porcelain. Even with his intense nature, he always tries his best to be gentle with you, to be patient. 

The kiss was simple and sweet, lips pressed softly against each other, almost shy. The emotions behind the physical connection you two shared were anything but reserved. All of the unspoken confessions and promises you were pouring into each other were ceaseless. One could say it mirrors the eternal vow you two were silently making— to love and cherish each other until the end.

Eren was screaming I love you, I love you, so, so much. He pressed into you, holding on to you firmly in a desperate attempt to finally let out everything he’s wanted to say for so long.

You comforted him, grabbing onto him as if your life depended on it. You were saying I know, Eren. I love you too. 

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[galaxxies18]

「Alluring Eyes」 — Rindou

MC

Hey Rindou, your glasses are nice.

Rindou

(Takes them off) Thanks.

-END-

/jk

Jokes aside, damn this card and the last bit at the end?? 😳😳 Bro what's with this emotional damage, is it because I'm slacking on Hanami translations my guy?? 😂😂

Rindou  ...Uhn.    MC  (Huh, who’s here in the lesson room...)  Good day to you, Rindou-san. Are you self-training today?    Rindou  Yes, I wanted to practice dancing with my performance outfit on.    MC  Oh, it’s the costume for the 3rd Anniversary performance. It’s nice to see Rindou-san like this again.  But, you have a different air with you somehow...    Rindou  Ah, perhaps it’s because of my glasses?    MC  Ah, you’re right! You don’t normally wear glasses when you’re performing on stage, don’t you?    Rindou  Yes, the glasses were prepared as part of the costume this time.  I usually just wear these in private, so it’ll be the first time I swear these with my costume.  So I wanted to see how difficult it would be to move with them on.    MC  It would be difficult if they fell while you’re dancing.    Rindou  Haha, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.  The glasses that I usually use have large lenses with black rims.  This time, the glasses have an under rim and slender design.  The design of the glasses is also quite unique, so the impression it gives may be different.    MC  Now that you say that you’re right...The performance glasses look quite good on you.    Rindou  Thank you very much.  Ah, look at the time.  After this, I’m going to take an advertisement photo for the commemorative event. If you don’t mind MC-san, you like to come, see? 

MC  If it isn’t a bother. Rindou  It’s never a bother at all.  I’d feel more at ease if you were there watching over me. 

pt. 2    Un’ei  Now then, Rindou-san, your photo will be taken with a wine motif.  It’s ice wine that will be on the limited time menu for the 3rd Anniversary~!  Oh, but it’s not cold anymore. It’s probably melting at this point.    Rindou  Uhm...Ice Wine isn’t literally iced wine.  It’s only called that way because it’s made from grapes which have been frozen.    Un’ei  Eh? I never knew that! I always thought it was supposed to be like ice cream~.    Rindou  Since it’s a very sweet wine, it’ll pair nicely with ice cream.  MC-san, you can try it if you’d like.    MC  (sips) Wah, it’s really good.    Un’ei  Now, let’s please go back and take that picture! Rindou-san, you’re free to take any pose you want!    Rindou  Eh, freestyle? There’s nothing specific I need to do?    Un’ei  It only needs to be overflowing with Rindou-san's charm!    MC  (He’s just passing the responsibility on to him, huh...)    Rindou  Please, give me a moment to think on it...  What kind of pose do you think suits me?    MC  Hmm...  Since you don't normally wear glasses, how about highlighting that area?    Rindou  I see, well then... Like this...  (((PROCEEDS TO TAKE OFF HIS GLASSES)))  How about something like this?    Un’ei  Ah, that’s perfect! I’ll take the picture!    MC  (Our eyes are meeting. Gosh...I can’t seem to turn away...)    Rindou  ...Fufu.    Un’ei  Thank you very much! Good work today!    Rindou  (sighs)    MC  If I may, why did you take off your glasses?    Rindou  For some reason, I feel like it was better to do that...  But I think taking off my glasses didn’t really change anything.    MC  Not at all. I can’t say it quite well, but it was hard for me to look away from you.    Rindou  Then, I was successful. Somehow, I was able to get that feeling across.  I’ll make sure your eyes will only look at me for tonight, I hope you look forward to it.