#I feel like he didn't... sighhh

[oakyadair]

HELLO?? nobody told me grian was a boatboys shipper you all are FAKE !!

transcript:

skizz: G, neck kisses!

grian: ok

skizz: alright! ..just one more, yes! thank you that's very helpful

grian: I didn't know we were roleplaying as joel and etho...

[littleredstory]

'Little Red' Warrior Cats AU

Russetwing: a tall but scrawny tom with poor stamina, he begrudgingly accepted being unable to become a warrior alongside his brother and, after being injured, took on the role of medicine cat. He's timid and reserved but will stand up for what he believes is right.

Echofall: his clan was hesitant to "indulge" his decision to be a tom but, ultimately, he's so competent at his duties that it really doesn't matter if he's a boy or a girl. He's strong, stubborn, and fiery- but he has a soft spot for his little brother Russetwing, who initially struggled with his place in the clan and doubt from his clanmates.

Poppykit: found by Russetwing on the brink of death, it seems he was a kittypet that was tormented and discarded. While some questioned the decision to spend time and effort saving him instead of putting the kit out of his misery, Russetwing heard none of it, and Poppykit was adopted as he and Echofall's little brother of sorts. He's fearful and shy on top of being a runt. There is still an air of uncertainty around the young cat and what his 'purpose' will be.

Thornpool: a strong, level-headed cat with patience to go around. They are the deputy and well-liked amongst the clan. It's no secret that Thornpool and Echofall are interested in one another, but Thornpool must balance their position and respect with their pursuit of love. Echofall's brother was not the most popular cats in his youth, and Echofall accepted nothing less than kindness and loyalty towards Russetwing.

Raven: she is jaded and bitter despite her young age, her self-appointed name changing as often as her moods. She and her adopted brother Magnus are rogues living just past the edge of the clan's territory, but life is hard with just the two of them to support one another. Raven is particularly untrusting and hostile towards outsiders, and she considers everyone but Magnus to be an outsider.

Magnus: a massive cat with a bright heart, though he admits that Raven is the brains of their duo. He envies the clan cats and their social lives, his curiosity leading to a fateful meeting with Thornpool. It's a long and hard battle to get the two to join the clan (which would benefit from Magnus's raw muscle and Raven's quick wit) but Thornpool is patient. Magnus goes out of his way to pick up supplies for Russetwing whenever he can, play-fighting and teaching Poppykit in his free time.

Size comparison:

[smile-files]

isn't lying to one's parents something most teenagers do? why do i feel like literal satan whenever i do it

[confetti-critter]

The night is young and I am free to do whatever my heart desires but unfortunately I have once again found myself trapped in the Time Prison and so I

[3d-wifey]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: You and Remus are quite competitive, always going head-to-head in your classes. It’s commonplace to compete for the highest marks. What isn’t commonplace is the sabotage in the form of Remus’s wandering hands.  

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

[nanamiskentos]

Begging you to write something for Kashimo you're the only writer I've seen that actively writes for him please i will literally suck you off (pretend I just didn't type that, i'm just desperate for fine shyt)

I CAN DO A LOT WITH FIFTEEN MINUTES ❛ hajime kashimo won't ever admit defeat, even if there's a time constraint. he just has to make you finish ❜

cw — afab!reader, MDNI, marking, édging, kashimo doesn't fw gojo, thigh ríding, inappropriate jujutsu usage, gojo cameo, fíngéring

"i kinda' ship them, wouldn't you agree?" you're snapping your glossy mouth, gently gnawing on your lower lip. straddled over a toned, muscular thigh, with your back pressed against a washboard, deliciously carved abdomen, "hakari and kirara, right?"

you hear a clever tongue click absent-mindedly behind the soft shell of your ear, "i do not understand this, i may find them . . insufferable, but are they not friends of yours?" you can hear the strained confusion colouring kashimo's voice, that, and the impatience as he's hissing and sucking a quick draw of breath between teeth as you lean back into him just a little bit more, "why would you send them off on a boat?"

ah, sometimes it's easy to forget that the sharp-tongued, bratty, teal-haired sorcerer ( who spends his days attempting to pick fights with anyone who looks at him 'funny' ) is yet to fully swap out his birth-tongue medieval vernacular for something a bit more up to date.

"it means that i think they'd look cute together, 'jime," you sigh, hearing kashimo sigh, loud and heavy, before opting to bury his face into the crook of your neck. if only to nip at the soft flesh there, awaiting the blooming petals of the pink and violet bruises he so loves to see there.

"that's nice, little dove," kashimo murmurs, and you can tell that he's doing his best to indulge your gossip and conversation, but the thick curve that's straining against the loose drape of his martial pants is making it quite difficult for him to focus, "but we do not have long before everyone is scheduled to meet here. and the last thing i wish for is that irritating, white-haired upstart to kick up a fuss."

"who?" you frown, a soft whine slipping from your lips as kashimo's strong hands find a firm grip on your waist, gently beginning to move you back and forth in a slow rocking motion, "gojo?"

"if i do not like someone, i will not indulge them by speaking their name."

sighhh, frankly what gojo thinks is the last thing on your mind right now. . . for all you can truly think about is the gentle, cloying strands of slick that must be pooling now in your underwear. stimulated by the soft brush of fabric creating an electrifying friction, dampening kashimo's pants with a translucent stain of your arousal.

you're so lost in the addictive sway of your cunt against the contours and muscle of kashimo's thighs, like the subtle pressure of a coiled spring just waiting to break loose, "feels s-so good, 'jime."

a rasp-rough chuckle from kashimo, his hands falling away from your hips and leaving you to rock yourself against his thigh in growing desperation. hands instead curling around your front to slide surreptitiously up your top, breezing past sensitive and pebbled skin to gently cup your breasts, tweaking and flicking, "yeah, yeah? thought so, heh, my fair lady."

but just as you're so, so close to seeing stars shoot across your vision, kashimo bounces his thigh, creating the most delicious jolt that suddenly breaks your rhythm and leaving you to kiss your climax a tearful goodbye, "what the f-fuck, i was gonna' –"

kashimo is so close to you, his face practically glued to the back of your neck that you can feel the flutter of his long, teal lashes as he rolls his eyes, "whaaat? you were gonna cum, was that it, little dove? is that why you're suddenly so –," a bandaged finger reaching around to wipe a stray, frustrated crystalline droplet from your teary eyes, "weak, mm? weak for my touch?"

"y-you're the one who said we didn't have long 'n –"

the same finger that was gently brushing over your weeping eye, gliding away the last remnants of your ruined orgasm, now presses over your lips, firm, "shh."

kashimo quickly spreads his thighs apart, and considering you had just been balancing on one, the action should have toppled your balance. but a veiny arm wraps your waist, keeping you in. . place pressed against his back.

instead, now your legs are spread wide, each ankle hooked around kashimo's calves so you balance precariously.

praying to god, to tengen, to every deity out there and throwing whoever you can quickly of in, that the training room door will remained closed for at least fifteen minutes. but it's hard to think rationally when kashimo is purring, still pressed to your back as he reaches around your waist to gently pull down your waistband.

"how filthy," he teases, "tsk', i've barely even touched you, and you're drippin' allll over my fingers." and while you'd like to keep your dignity intact, there's no denying that every prod of kashimo's padded fingertips against your pussy leaves the bandages soaked in your wetness.

"alright, little dove," kashimo murmurs, "here we go, keep ya' balance for me." and you wonder why he's bothering to give you a warning when your cunt is already spread by his hand, but in hindsight, it makes so much sense because like most things kashimo does, his pace is brutal and aiming to win.

in and out, in and out. the sloppy pshh and pop! of kashimo's fingers driving into your gummy walls has you keening, and it has the old sorcerer loudly moaning before he sucks in a breath, lips pressed together tightly like all he wants to hear right now is you, just you.

"ah, ah, 'jime," you writhe in his gasp, groaning as his fingers prod and curl in all the right places. sharp, pistoning motions that faintly crackle, you swear, heightening every sensation tenfold, "are you, f-fuck, are you seriously using –, oh my god!"

you can feel kashimo smile against your neck, and the soft press of his lips on your skin, "am i using what, love?" waiting for your answer that was never going to arrive, not with how kashimo's pumping his middle finger against that sweet spot, "ah, can't even speak now, 's a damn shame."

what a debauched sight the two of you must make. kashimo, flushed just from watching and hearing you fall apart on his lap, with his teal hair unbound. choppy, slick strands brushing his shoulders. you, with your legs pushed wide open, and wider still as kashimo jolts his own thighs apart further.

you're babbling now, riddled cries of the sorcerer's name, as he never lets up, not even once on the nasty pace. if you turn your head to fall back against kashimo's shoulder, you can taste the trail of salt-tears at the corner of your mouth, "baby, 'j-jime, so close now, baby."

"good, good," kashimo hisses, and you don't miss how he's furiously bucking his hips up, jolting you higher into his lap as he must chase some friction for his own release, "if you jus' hold onn, little dove."

a thumb messily gliding through your glossy mess to flick at your clit, all in conjunction with kashimo melding three fingers into your pussy, well, it's got you hurtling close and the sorcerer knows it, "three." he crooks his fingers inside and towards your groin, "two." sloppily running his thumb alongside the side of your clit, scooping, "one."

a devastating high that leaves you both panting, and your hips clenching and twitching, your arousal so plentiful that it's beginning to froth and pool at the edges of your pushed aside underwear. kashimo hisses, and then sighs, "made a mess, love." and you need not pointedly mention the dark stain on his loose, white pants.

"you look like a mess, 'jime." your legs feel utterly boneless but you make an effort to move, falling back into kashimo's surprisingly gentle, "i've got a hold of you." the sorcerer's laughing as you smooth your skirt down, grimacing at the slap of slick and sweat that's dampening your flesh.

kashimo's snapping his teeth around a loose tie that hangs off his wrist to scrape his cyan hair back up into his recognisable knots, "you know, if we had more time, little dove, i would have –" he makes a quick whistling sound, jerking his wrist over his groin and pointedly looking down to your shaking thighs, "but we had to make do."

it's a surprisingly crude gesture from the prudish sorcerer that makes you laugh, "and right on time, too. because i swear, if anyone had –"

"i swear to fucking god, you two pull that shit again, i'm going to fight sukuna early." yeah, right on time, because gojo's pushing open the training room door with one hand, the most disgusted look over his face that informs you that you didn't account for the sheer magnitude of six eyes.

gojo's bright-blue eyes swivel away from the turquoise-haired sorcerer now, to where you're shuffling sheepishly and avoiding kashimo's proud, fanged grin, "and you, control your boy toy. i don't have time for this shit."

you press your lips together in faint embarrassment in front of one of your oldest friends, all while kashimo is vaguely fiddling with his hands, making you wonder if he's about to pull out some new domain expansion that no one has heard of. but what you end up hearing is a satisfied 'aha!'.

"see, i'm getting the hang of these modern things." kashimo's fingers are curled into a tight fist, all save for the middle one, proudly flipping gojo off ( who just mutters some ominous portent about hoping that december 24 rolls around quicker )

[kamospeach]

plot: bestfriend!satoru helps his best friend get over her crush on Ryomen Sukuna

content warning: angst, mentinos of: drug and alcohol use, violence, fingering, oral f!recieving, piv sex, domestic violence

peachy's yap: wc 1.2k.ᐟ no thoughts except Gojo. this just a short little thought! just tryna clear out my drafts sighhh.

bestfriend!satoru who can't fathom why you're not together already. who waits for you, anywhere at any time, no matter how weird-looking or sketchy it is.

bestfriend!satoru shows his love by holding you in his arms during group movie nights or having you sit in his lap when there were more than enough seats. or when he kissed your cheek when you were leaving his house to go down the street to yours.

bestfriend!satoru knew you didn't see him like that, and you didn't feel the butterflies like you felt with sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru understood how you felt, ryo was tall and muscular and totally your type.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you who were born in the same year. your parents were best friends and made you all have a tight-knit friendship. years later, you acquired more friends like shoko, utahime, sukuna, and kento, who always brought along haibara.

bestfriend!satoru and suguru's would drive you all to a party or even a small diner that was open late at night. tonight you were all heading to a club which was a new scene for you. you used this as an an opportunity to seduce sukuna into wanting you.

bestfriend!satoru was forced to sit in the front with utahime. you clung onto sukuna's muscular arm, staring up at his chiseled jawline with heart eyes. you even follow behind him as you walk to the front door of the club. but sukuna made it obvious you weren't his interest. he's feet in front of you as you talk to the back of his head.

bestfriend!satoru knows of your energy-depleting crush on sukuna. his arm snakes around your waist placing a kiss on your forehead in comfort. you once again not noticing the gesture was romantic and not platonic.

"you think he'll ever notice me satoru?" you asked and he shook his head.

"i don't think so, love. ryo only treats women as toys it's better you don't get involved with him anyway. i'm sorry to disappoint you."

bestfriend!satoru rubs small circles on the exposed skin of where he held your waist. you both walked into the club, of course, on the VIP list due to the status you all held. 

"well i just thought maybe since we've been friends for so long, he'd treat me... differently," you admitted and he nodded. satoru hated to admit it but you were bringing the mood down.

"hey let's not think about it okay? we wanted a night out so let's enjoy it." he smiled and you nodded walking in sitting in the section.

bestfriend!satoru said to enjoy it but this is not what you thought he meant. the coke, the shots of liquor that never stopped coming, some passed out, eyes rolled to the back of their heads.

bestfriend!satoru was more surprised, sukuna, who was a fuckin' unit was high head thrown back. eyes bloodshot white powder under his nose as he twitched lightly here and there.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you looked at each other in absolute horror these were not the people you thought you knew. you three slipped out of the club not wanting to 'disturb' their high. honestly, the night felt like a fever dream to you and you were in utter shock.

bestfriend!satoru could see the fear on your face, probably from the way utahime reached across the table trying to bring her key to your nose. you slapped it away looking at her incredulously as she grew angry. she yelled at you saying 'do you have any idea how much a pinch of this cost!' you not caring to know, only shrugged refusing to even look at the white substance on the table.

bestfriend!satoru held your waist as suguru asked if you guys were coming to his place and you shook your head. you really wanted to lay in your bed and reel in your thoughts.

bestfriend!satoru knew that was what you needed. he wanted to be everything ryomen sukuna couldn't be for you. he wanted to be your savior and tonight that's what he'd be.

"i got her." he smiled and suguru nodded walking over to his car.

bestfriend!satoru took you home offering to come in and stay with you and you of course said yes. he sat on your bed while you took your shower looking around the room he's slept in many nights before.

bestfriend!satoru listened to you rant about the night as he watched you get dressed. hardon pressing against his pants as he watched you jump to put on those small shorts that barely covered your ass. he really wished you kept them off.

bestfriend!satoru opened his arms inviting you to lay with him your cheek pressed against his chest. no tv no lights just you wrapped in satoru and the darkness.

bestfriend!satoru who was feeling bold and knew you needed a distraction slowly rubbed your back moving lower and lower by the minute. your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you could see his big blue eyes looking at you.

bestfriend!satoru moved his hand to your ass gripping it as you moaned. you loved the feeling of his soft hands on your ass. the way he rubbed slowly some of his fingers grazing under the shorts.

bestfriend!satoru couldn't hold back anymore as he flipped the both of you over. pressing the tent of his hard cock on the prominent imprint of your pussy on your shorts. he ground his hips into yours groaning at the feeling.

"is... is it okay for me to fuck you?" he asked and you nodded needing him just as bad.

bestfriend!satoru knew you did this because you wanted to get over sukuna. but he didn't care. he didn't care you were only letting him pull down your shorts and panties because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you were only letting him finger your needy wet pussy and suck on your hard nipples because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care you were only letting him taste your sweet pussy and you only squirted in his mouth saying how much you loved it because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him fuck your tight cunt senseless because you wanted to get over sukuna. or that you yelled out 'fuck ryo' while he fucked you because you imagined sukuna and not him.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him nut in you and you told him you loved him. didn't care that you clung to him like a koala and whispered how good he made you feel just because you needed to get over that man. ryomen sukuna.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when you went to sukuna the day after and got with him. he did care when sukuna took you on dates and told you how much he loved you.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna told you that you couldn't be friends with satoru and suguru anymore. he cared when he saw your energy-depleted face around town

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna forced you to stay in the house at all times. he cared when you texted him and told him that sukuna was drunk and you were scared he'd hit you.

bestfriend!satoru did care when he bursted into your apartment beating the shit out of sukuna. he cared when he saw your shaking body hiding in your closet.

bestfriend!satoru did care when you told him you loved him and he couldn't deny he still loved you after everything the two of you had been through.

[ingreibusa]

Okay, so I've been gone for a long time and here's what had brewed in my exhausted brain:

We all know and love tall and gothic dom girlies, but how about dom short girls with a cute pink aesthetic?

Imagine a short girl with light pink jacket with a matching color tight skirt. The hem of her skirt and the sleeves of her jacket has these fluffy white fuzz. A white shirt that reveals a little bit of her cleavage. Long cat thigh highs with pink platform heels. She also has cleanly done make up, glossy pink lips and a sharp but short eyeliner

Now now you might say that I'm just describing a generic barbie girl wirh a poodle but get this: Instead of a poodle, she has a cute boy to drag around by his hand (or leash~)

This little cutie is always tidy and proper for his short owner. His nails are always manicured and spotless, hair always smooth and brushed, skin always soft and smells like vanilla, clothes carefully chosen by his sweet owner to fit him. He's just like a poodle, he's there to sit still and look pretty for his girlfriend! ˗ˏˋ꒰♡꒱ˎˊ˗

And whenever his girlfriend is feeling down, she can just snap her fingers or call out to him by his nickname and he'll immediately kneel in front of her, eagerly waiting for her order. Whatever her order is, he'll do it without hesitation, he just wants to be a good boy for her 🥺

He loves it when she collars him with a silk leash tied to it. When she gently tugs it while whispering praises into his ear, telling how much of a good boy he is and that he deserves a special treat because of it; Poor thing immediately melts into her hands.

In bed, he's miraculously even more obedient. Whining and pouting just like a puppy while looking into his gilrfriends' eyes. And almost everytime, he averts hiz gaze from shyness only for his sweet girlfriend to tilt his chin to face her

"Puppy, why do you keep looking away from me? Aren't I pretty?" she says as she gently tugs on his leash, pouting her pink lips with a playful gesture

"N-no miss, I'm sorry I-I didn't I... Miss pleaseee~" he'll cry out as little tears start welling in his eyes, overwhelmed by his girlfriend's teasing and toying. But can she blamed? He looks oh so cute when he's needy and desperate like this

But our little Barbie dom girl is also a softie, after a while she won't be able to resist her pup's pleas and reward him for being such a good boy. If she's feeling like in a punishing or teasing mode, she'll gag him up with her fingers by them down his pretty mouth so she won't hear his whines and pleas

His favorite way of being rewarded is of course getting to touch and taste his miss! If he behaves so well (in which, almost everytime); she'll reward him by sitting on her plush bed, letting her skirt roll up as she opens her legs and pulling him close to her heat by his collar. And he'll almost immediately set his cute tounge to work to please his girlfriend, holding her thighs apart as he swirls his tounge on her cunt, kneading the flesh of her thighs as he slowly grinds on her leg.

His girlfriend's moans of pleasure would only rile him up more, whimpering against her folds as his tounge works even faster with his hip movements growing more fervent. "Miss... A-ahh~ please miss mmhm!♡♡ Come on my tounge miss pl-pleaseee... *sob* I wanna taste you hahh~"

*sighhh* A girl can dream ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

[puripurin]

— You clapped as you put in 20 dollars in the donation jar. It was a lot of money for you to donate, but it was worth it. Not only was he pretty, but he was talented in playing the electric guitar. The music he played was exactly what you were into, and you were giddy about this fact. This was your 10th performance of his you've gone to.

You had originally found him on Instagram reels and heard a snippet of his music, then followed him, then found out he lives in your city and is a busker. Your day had brightened instantaneously when you found all of that out.

Soon after you tipped, his street performance ended, and the crowd dispersed. You were about to leave as well, but someone touched your shoulder and made you jump.

"Hey." The musician said with a smile so bright it was blinding. He had blonde shoulder-length hair with the undersides being teal in color. His hair was styled in a way that it framed his wide pink eyes. You were trying to stop the fan boy in you from breaking loose.

"Um... Hi?" You were going to strangle yourself for making it come out awkward. Whilst you were punching yourself in your head, the musician was undressing and ravishing your body in his mind.

The lewd moans and grunts you gave, the sensual poses you made, and the way you pleasured yourself in front of him. You were his exact type. A clueless little emo boy, and that's what you were. It was hard not to fuck you right then and there, but he didn't wanted to scare you off. It was hard to find a person like you.

"Ah, I've noticed you come to my performance often, so I wanted to give you a give to show my appreciation." He smiled lopsided. Your mouth was slightly open from shock. You were getting a gift from him!?! Your inner fan boy was pulling at your skin to jump up and scream in joy.

"O-oh. Really?" You questioned, trying your best not to crumble apart from holding yourself back. The busker made you wait for a hot second before showing you a spiked collar with chains. It was exactly something that would have come out of your closet, and so you fell in love with it. You were touched that he found something that you would wear and enjoy.

"May I put it on?" He gestured, to which you nodded you head quickly before turning around and showing the back of your neck. He moved the collar in front of your neck before clasping it on you. Though there were two miniscule details you would never notice.

The fact that his initials were burned on it and the fact that there was a tracking device on it. How else is he going to steal your underwear and use it to fap to?

"Thank you! Goodbye, and have a nice night!" You waved your hand and left, feeling like you've gotten your biggest achievement checked off.

The busker watched and licked his lips as you walked away happily. Sooner or later, you were going to be his.

I accidentally posted it and the ask got del. My bad 😔 also i misread it and wrote a diff ver on my phone where the musician playes in concerts and you were the busker. Eh whatever. I'm not too sure if anon was missing some detail but don't care. Though i got upset when i forgot to save it >:( sighhh. Idk if this if you wanted anon, but i did my best!

Also it will take a while for pt two of my pop. Fic to get released cos idk people would want a part two that bad. Not proofread.

[worstdisastermaster]

I was gonnaaaaaaa write a fun little fic of the twins bonding with the grace siblings but it appears that will be aways off still cuz my grandparents just arrived and a doodle was faster HAHHA

I wonder what those two are talking ab 🤔

Also dying I almost forgot the milkshake part of the prompt 💀😭

I like this little yap-zone warning bar

It means i don't have to feel bad for rambling cuz u didn't have to click and read this HAHAHAHA

Guys the real reason Apollo hated his Lester form was bc he's so used to being PRETTY he can't handle being CUTE

Like look at him I just wanna squeeze his cheeks (totally not instinct bc of my dog, with her squishy cheeks rahhh)

It's still not a design im satisfied with but I'm FIGURINF IT OUT trusttt just like this whole art thing in gen. Not satisfied but I'm working on it

Did my best to make Lester's vibe just Not Quite Match with Artemis but I don't think I did very well at it HAHAHHA Make that disconnect visibleeee and also emphasize how Lester fits into the mortal world even better than Artemis, who was previously the closest imo (dio has moved on from that as soon as he could haha)

Also I was so tempted to give Lester cute little golden eye sparkliesssss

I decided against it bc it's supposed to be Apollo in Lester form yeahh but he's TRYINF to look MORTAL and the eye soarklies were just a tad too much imo

Sighhh

Anyhow I had fun doodling it!!! :D

Also I made a little symbol for myself that I may decide I hate soon idk but for now I'm pleased

I'm so exhausted but I wanna post the next day cuz I made that one. Like. Forever ago HAHHAHA I've waited SO LONG TO POST IT RAHHHH so momentary adiue!!! <3

[thursdaygxrls]

A Lesson in Biology

summary — sirius has a midnight craving.

pairing — vampire!sirius black x fem!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own sirius black (sighhh) or the gif used

warnings — mentions of blood, oral (fem receiving), general smut, and (say it with me now) unedited

no one asked for this but sirius is literally so yummy i couldn’t contain myself

He comes to her at night — he always does. It’s stupid, and he chastises himself for the giddy feeling that warms his frozen body. She makes him feel like a fucking teenager and it’s disgusting.

He can see the dim, yellow glow of light coming from her window when he arrives. He climbs the trellis with ease and perches near the outer windowsill. Through the glass, he makes out a hunched figure seated at the desk. She’s in her baggy joggers and a tank top — lovely. Another quick glance around the room and he sees that it’s empty except for, no roommate in sight. Even lovelier.

Deep down, he knows how wrong this is. It's not wrong because he feels silly, or he didn't warn her before he got here. It's wrong because everything about her brings him closer to insanity: her scent, the outline of her body through the tank top, the trail of glistening salvia on her lips that her tongue leaves. He brings his hand to the lip of the window and is delighted (but not entirely surprised) to find it unlocked.

"Sirius!" Her tone is shocked, maybe even scared, but it wraps around him in a way that feels like a hug.

"Hey there, Lovebug," he grins widely as he slips through the window, his feet hitting the floor far too gracefully.

"Sirius, I didn't know—" She shoots up from her seat, "—You didn't call, right?"

"No, no," he chuckles, his voice thick as honey, "I didn't. Is that a problem?"

"Well, no," she sighs, "You just scared me, that's all."

"And you left the window unlocked." Sirius closes the space between them, raising his hand to gently stroke his thumb against her cheek, "Sure you weren't expecting any visitors?"

"Of course not." She knows he's only teasing, but the very thought makes her want to laugh. Someone else?

"Was I interrupting anything?" He asks, taking her hands into his. He brings them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. His sharp teeth scrape lightly against her knuckles.

"Just a bit of homework," she sighs.

"Well, don't let me get in the way, Bug," he grins, "Go on, get back to your work."

She knows better than to think he's just going to let her work in peace. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, hanging it from her bedpost as he takes a seat closer to the headboard. He lays down, taking one of her pillows into his arms.

"You all alone tonight?" He asks as he smoothes the wrinkled fabric of the pillowcase.

"Liv's spending the night at her girlfriend's," she responds as she settles back down into her desk chair.

"Does she ever sleep here?" He tilts his head back to look at her, "She's less roommate, more occasional guest."

"You don't seem to mind." Though Sirius can only see the back of her head, he knows there's a smile on her lips. Her gorgeous, delicious lips.

He's tired of the pillow in mere seconds. The sound of a pen scrawling on paper calls him to the desk like a siren song. His hands are freezing against her bare arms. They rub up and down slowly, though, it's not as soothing as intended. Goosebumps erupt on her skin when his lips meet her ear.

"What class is that for?" He whispers.

"Biology." She swallows. Hard.

"Hm, interesting," he hums. The sight of her neck pulsing is not lost on him. His fingers, still cold as ice, trail her throat. It would be so easy to take her now. Her roommate wasn't home and likely wouldn't be until at least tomorrow morning. He could keep her silent enough that no one would hear a think, not even the dorm next door. Sirius's lips met her neck, and she let out a sigh. It would be so easy to take her, yet, it would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.

He'd created a routine over the years. When he was really thirsty, it wasn't hard to find a snack in secluded alleyways or dark corners. What he enjoyed most, though, was the chase; he'd find a new man or woman to pursue every once in a while. He'd charm them, butter them up, then drain their blood after fucking them into the mattress. He expected her to be no different.

Sirius met her outside a coffee shop on the edge of the campus. She smelled so sweet, so tempting, he couldn't just let her walk away. And so he proceeded as usual: he was charming, she was smiling, a date was planned. Somewhere between romantic dinner and vicious murder, though, his routine began to derail. When they talked, he didn't have to fake his laughs, nor did he notice the ache in his cheeks from how wide his smile had grown. He told himself he would just delay the inevitable—treat her to another date, give her the best sex of her life, then end it all there.

"I'm almost finished," she spoke quietly, glancing up at him. It was nearly three months later now, and he was still making excuses.

"Are you now?" He grinned against her neck, "My lips that good, Bug?"

"With my homework," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. He only let out a soft chuckle as he pressed open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. He couldn't be more thankful for the tank top she was wearing.

"You think you could wait another ten minutes?" Her voice was soft as she asked the question. She didn't want to give in when she was so close to finally finishing her work.

"No," he answered honestly. Wordlessly, he pulled her chair out, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He slipped into the small nook under her desk and kneeled before her. His misty grey eyes met hers.

"We can both get what we want, though." His tone was low as his fingers trailed to the waistline of her joggers.

"Sirius..." She trailed off. Sirius, yes? Sirius, no? Sirius, wait? Sirius, please? She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was lifting her hips so he could slide her pants down.

He could feel her quickening pulse under his lips as he kissed her inner thigh. Sirius worked slowly, never once taking his eyes off of her as he delved further between her thighs towards her clothed heat. Nimble, callused finger yanked at her panties. He was gentle with her as he let them fall down her legs; it was like he was delicately plucking away petals from a flower. Even when she was fully exposed to him, he remained where he was, nibbling at the flesh of her thighs. It took him a minute or two teasing a few whines to give in.

"Oh, God." Was her cry when he finally pressed his lips to her folds. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of her cunt all the way to her clit where he focused his attention.

"I like the new nickname," he grinned up at her, halting his actions, "Am I your God now, Bug?"

She was halfway through grumbling at him when another moan tumbled from her mouth. Sirius was good, far too good. He had decades of experience under his belt and could find how to make anyone tic within seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest as her hands clawed their way into his long, black hair. Homework forgotten, she let herself fall into the trap he'd so easily set.

Before, he'd thought about silencing her, now, all he could think about was finding a way to make her louder. He fed off the sounds she made, relished in the shaky breaths and whimpers. His hands held her thighs apart with an iron grip. There would likely be bruises there next morning, but he didn't care. In fact, he pressed further, icy fingers burning marks into her skin.

"Sirius," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

"I know, love, I know," he cooed, "Are you gonna cum for me?" He didn't wait for a response. His tongue slipped into her, prodding at her hole before returning to her clit. He knew she was getting close—the sound of her blood pumping rapidly mixed with the clenching of both her thighs and walls gave it away.

She came undone on him, soaking his his face from the nose down. He helped her come down with a few gentle licks and soothing rubs against her legs. If he wasn't undead, his heart would've exploded at the way she looked at him. It was selfish to keep her to himself like this. It was wrong to leave her ruined.

"Finish up your homework, Bug. I'm gonna need you to return that favor."

It was wrong, and Sirius couldn't care less.

[softringing]

What makes me anxious ABT the upcoming belebog quest in the future is that even tho I HOPE FOR SAMPO 5* I don't want him to steal the light of belebog characters.

I KNOW sampo always adheres to being "a shadowy comic relief" and I KNOW he will do everything within his power to help belebog escape the future catosrophe but at the end of the day, my feelings are stuck between him getting A LOT OF LORE BC I've been curios about him FOREVER but THANNN what if that overshadows belebog characters? It's their story, their planet, their history.

I know sampo as an "outsider" and isn't from belebog but he's been there for 8 years trying to help them without GAINING ANYTHING except for "elation". He's part of the underworld even tho he's a little distant with other characters and I just hope they don't mess up the story execution like they did with penacony.

In penacony, everything felt so sudden and forced (personally) there was more yapping than actual action, I wasn't attached to a SINGLE character BC they didn't get screen time (I don't like firefly BC she was so forced, robin died but I didn't feel sad BC I didn't care, boothill appeared out of nowhere, Misha was the watchmaker but AGAIN I DID NOT CARE BC I DIDNT KNOW HIM AS A CHARACTER THAT WELL, aventurine story was cool but IT WAS SO BORING to get to the crucial part likeee)

Sighhh maybe I'm over thinking it but I just hope it goes well

[samsblades]

omg, i just read the protective sammy post, and now i need a sam x heat sensitive!reader bc, hehe guess who’s sensitive to the heat 😸

hes so cute i just wanna

love you mari! take care!

- alex 💫

WAGHHH NO BECAUSE SAMEEEE... i've been meaning to write just temperature sensitive reader headcanons bc i'm sensitive to both the cold and the heat!! but especially heat!! i'll just blab about this for a minute here though hehehe <333 he is seriously so cute T_T i love you too my sweets!! you take great care of yourself honey <3333

i'm considering two starting points that end in the same way... tiny bit more fanfiction-y and dramatic or whatever LOL is you not really mentioning it but one day you're out all day in strong heat and strong sun and you're just suffering T_T imagine you have to wear your fbi fit that day too so you're in like. black slacks and a long sleeve button up and you're just dying.

sam definitely notices if you're not feeling well at any time, but it's a little extra obvious because you're probably all sweaty and just generally look uncomfortable. he sees you trying to cool yourself down and he's like :((( "are you okay :((" and you're like sighhh "i'm okay, i'm just really hot." he's like yes you are so hot kiss me "oh no :(( do you wanna find some place with air conditioning?" and depending on how much work for the case you have left to do, you might honestly be like yes please :,) and he immediately finds you somewhere that you can cool down properly and remembers after that that you're more sensitive to the heat that he is at the very least and just is aware of that in hot weather to make sure you don't get too hot. he knows overheating can make you pass out or even do more damage than that so he's really careful!!

or maybe there's a decent chunk of work outside or going from place to place to do still that day and you don't want to waste time, so you just push through it. but we know that doesn't work to well, so your state just gets worse :,) and he of course notices this as well. he definitely finds you a water bottle and maybe suggests for you to sit down for a bit.

but there's also the chance that he's distracted by other things and you're okay at hiding how much the heat is affecting you. so while he still tries to take care of you with water and all that, he doesn't 100% notice the smaller signs of you getting lightheaded or really uncomfortable when you think he isn't looking.

so maybe it gets to the point where you can't help but stumble or you have to sit down suddenly because you get a rush of dizziness and he's all like :((( "oh my god what's wrong??? why didn't you say something??? here drink so more water, etc." he feels really bad that he didn't notice until you actually almost fall or something like that (if you wanna be really dramatic about it, you could full on pass out.. i just haven't personally all the way passed out from heat. just almost LOL) at that point he definitely makes you sit out the rest of the days activities or at least makes sure you're back to a stable state before letting you do anything much again <33

and then after that he is incredibly careful about you + heat. he tries really hard to be aware of it and once again, feels very bad if he forgets and you have to bear with the heat for too long. :,) but he always makes sure you stay hydrated when the weather is hot and keeps a careful eye on you to make sure you're doing alright. the second he sees you getting too hot, he'll try and get you somewhere cool, get you extra water, and make sure you're not spending too much time in the heat. if it ever gets to the point where a fainting or dizzy spell creeps up on you both, he's right there to keep you steady because he's already watching you like a hawk! and he also gets so worried and upset for real :,)

the other thing i was thinking about was just you mentioning it offhand or something and after that he's super aware of it and does the same stuff as mentioned above. feels so sad when he realizes just how bad it can get for you if you spend too long out in the heat and get dizzy or something :,)

bonus the only thing he likes about you being heat sensitive is if it makes you walk around shirtless when you're alone with him heheheheh <333

[lover-of-mine]

i just saw a post saying that tommy being so similar to eddie in many ways is deliberate writing and proof yhat buck is misplacing his feelings for eddie onto a similar safer option… and it reminded me of my one fear that i have recently developed

even though that theory makes complete obvious sense, what if it’s not actually what the writers were going for? what if they made tommy so similar to eddie simply to explain why they connected instantly as friends… which made buck jealous. what if that’s literally all it is? that tommy and eddie were written as similar just so their fast friendship was believable. it would make sense considering the hobbies were things eddie has never mentioned before or since, they just wrote them in to increase the similarities lol

but then there’s the question of why they seemingly didn’t stay friends? why their similarities were never mentioned again after that episode? sighhh idk with this show, i guess we will see!

btw i still firmly believe the ‘what buck likes about tommy is what buck loves about eddie/misplaced feelings’ theory though!! who cares what happens in canon haha

Hi darling 🩷

I actually kinda think it's a little bit of both. They needed to justify both of their interest in Tommy so they added the similar hobbies and the army thing to accomplish both things at the same time. Because contrary to what part of the fandom seems to believe, Eddie is very good with people, he makes fast friends with most people we see him interact with, so him being friendly with Tommy works regardless, but it doesn't work to make them hang out as much as they did during 704. I also think that's leftover from the Tommy they were writing for Eddie. The similarities would work to create the idea that Eddie is into Tommy too in the timeline where Eddie came out first. But the similarities to Eddie are convenient in the Buck misplacing feelings thing, because it makes you question how Buck feels about Eddie and how much of his crush on Tommy is not just based on that first glance they are similar people feeling. Especially considering the way the friendship completely vanished after Tommy kissed Buck. And considering the way they made a point in contrasting Eddie and Tommy after that, like with the costumes for instance, the friendship and the similarities kinda fading into the background, and the way the 704 is on Buck's pov, there's a chance they are trying to make the point that Buck was exaggerating that connection to justify his own actions. @eddiegettingshot mentioned a few times when discussing 704 and specifically the twist, the idea that Buck is trying to justify his own reactions to himself and the concept of him building Tommy up because he doesn't want to deal with why he would react like that to Eddie making a friend to the degree of actually physically hurting Eddie works with that. And like it or not, Buck wants what he has with Eddie, he just didn't let himself register Eddie as an actual option, so the projection of his feelings into someone safer who's close enough to Eddie that he can project more than his feelings works. But this is a conclusion I reached rewatching 704 after the end of the season. I was always camp Buck is projecting into someone safer because figuring out he's queer and that he's in love with Eddie at the same time would be too much for him to handle all at once.

[skyselfships]

Love Bite

There's more bite than love. Not because they don't love each other, there's just more biting going on. this was sitting in my drafts for a while. it doesnt feel like it lives up to the title for some reason.

When humans like-like each other, they do things like kiss, hold hands, cuddle, and give each other items they think the other will like. Some of these, Alexis subscribes to. Other customs make no sense and so she ignores them entirely. If someone gives you flowers, where do you even put them? What do you do with them when they're wilted? Humans are weird.

-

Hades nurses a bite on his shoulder. Did it hurt when she bit him? Yes, but not as bad as any monster that bites. Was it enough to draw blood? No. Did it feel good? Let's not get into that. Is this the first time she bit him? No. Does he know why she bit him? NO!

Humans don't normally bite each other, right?

He's not asking. He already knows that's not a thing. He could ask if he wanted, he just chooses not to. Because what options does he have? His bumbling imps? Old crones that talk in verse? Huh? What's that? Ask someone with experience in human relationships? Pass.

Even Cerberus isn't that much of a biter compared to her, but he's built differently. He's a giant dog, a guard dog to be exact.

And Alexis acts more cat than human. Is that a cat thing? The biting? Is she marking her territory? Nah, that can't be it.

He doesn't know what goes on in her mind. Sometimes she acts all cat-like, biting and all. Other times she says the smartest thing even if she has roundabout ways of saying it. There's no in-between. If he asks about the biting, needless to say, he won't get a direct answer. But, sighhh... there's only one way to find out.

-

"We need to talk," is how Aphrodite starts their conversation. Nothing good ever comes out of that phrase.

"Is he here?" Alexis asks, glancing around her.

"He's not. Don't worry."

She huffs. Good.

"Now, let's get down to business. You bite him. A lot. More than anyone should. Humans don't normally bite each other."

Ugh... Mind your own business!

"I know why you bite him. I know you like him, he knows too! The issue is: you could be more direct about it!"

She is so tempted to hiss right now.

"I can't stand seeing you two go on like this. Stop dancing around your feelings. Just tell him you- Hey! I didn't finish!"

She keeps walking. Her? Tell him that she wants to do more than just bite him and give him shells and rocks she found on the ground? Do things like hold hands and cuddle?

"You can't keep biting him forever! You have to- Ah, forget it." You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.

-

It's him! She sprints over and tackle-hugs him. Unfortunately she doesn't knock him down. Boo... She buries her face in his chest, rubbing her forehead.

She moves her head to his shoulder and-

"Nope! Nuh-uh!" Hades holds her out in front of him, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground. "I know what you're doing and I'm not just gonna stand there and take it!"

Nooooooo!! Let her bite! She craves violence!

He pulls her close. He brings his head down to her shoulder and-

CHOMP!

DID HE JUST-

"If you're gonna bite me all the time, it's only fair that I bite back! I bet you didn't see that coming!"

She looks at his shoulder, and at him. His shoulder. Now back at him. His shoulder. At him. She leans in-

"Nice try but not today!" He adjusts his grip, turning her away from him and holding her against him with one arm. She could get used to this... "Are you ever going to explain what's up with the biting?"

HAHAHAHAHA, no. Never.

"It was worth a shot... Fine, fine. You can keep your secrets. But I'm not letting you treat me like a chew toy, not without a fight." Yeah, right. Like he hasn't been trying to avoid getting bit all those other times they met.

She kicks her feet a bit. He's holding her tight that she can't even turn around and get a good bite in.

"I still remember how you went and said that you dislike me less than you dislike everyone else." AAAGGHHHHHH... Don't remind her...! "Well I feel the same. I dislike everyone. Everyone up on Olympus- don't even get me started on them. But I don't dislike you." AAAAAAAGHHHHHH... That's supposed to be a good thing but AAAAUGGHHHHHH...

"You're not biting me because you think that's a love bite, right?" HE SAID THE L WORD?

"I know what a love bite is! And I am not doing that! I'll stick to biting-"

She senses something.

"ARROW INCOMING FROM BEHIND!"

Poof! Hades teleports them away. His grip stays tight, keeping her secure.

"Aw, come on!" Eros' shouts, "I almost had it this time! At least let me get one hit!"

"You can do that?" he asks.

She nods. When you're around a certain someone long enough, you develop a radar for him.

Target spotted. Hades pulls his free hand back. A flame appears at his palm.

"Say, are you up for roasted bird?"

"I don't think he'll taste good. And isn't that cannibalism?"

"Don't think about it too much. You know what I mean."

Fwoosh!

-

Hades returns to the Underworld with bite marks covering his shoulders and arms. Despite having put up defenses this time, he left himself open for one second and got bit. Multiple times. If those are supposed to be love bites, there's more bite than love. And to add insult to injury, she took his himation.

He ignores Pain and Panic for the rest of the day.

At this rate, he may as well get her a chiton in his colors. Actually, that's not a bad idea... After being gifted seashells, rocks, sticks, and leaves, he's going to outdo her. If she's going to steal his chiton, she may as well get the whole outfit to match.

As for Alexis? She too got bite marks. Hades was not kidding when he said that he would bite back. Heh. Worth it. She looks forward to biting him even more. But first she needs to work on her grip. She can't get a bite in if she falls off!

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20 and 21 with Donovan and Castor 😈

(I'm assuming this is about this HEHE)

20. What is their best memory together?

Probably the night that they confessed to each other tbh.

Donovan took Castor out to dinner, then they walked through the park, and Donovan invited Castor to his house and then told him that he wanted to be his boyfriend. Castor was crying happy tears on Donovan's couch and that made Donovan cry too LOL. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies :3

Sighhh they were so madly in love back then HEJHEE

21. What is their worst memory together?

GIGGLES oh dear god okay so their actual worst memory together is still being worked on (*rubs hands together evilly* /silly) but their second worst memory together is when Donovan caught Castor eating human meat.

Donovan had a bad feeling about Bob for a while and went over to Bob's house while Bob was at work to go talk to Castor (Castor had the day off cuz he wasn't feeling too great), and Castor didn't answer the door. Donovan, being the pushy guy he is (and also really worried), let himself inside and found Castor in the kitchen. I'm not gonna describe the scene, but you can probably guess what it looked like LMAO

I love them so much they're so not perfect for each other ♥️♥️