#advanced typing speed

[kaeyachi]

ok but y'all know what they say about how if it aint broken dont fix it and we have mond practically unmoved and looking like its dated compared to other nations? and yall know what im getting at here im saying they probably didnt need to improve anything because whatever tf they are doing is somehow working despite having less than half the usual manpower for the KOF and the archon practically unseen for centuries to everyone but the faith is still high and-

[silvertiefling]

&&. friendly reminder never to worry about matching my reply speed, adhd brain just go BRRR and makes me respond right away to anything im particularly excited about (so like, everything), like an untrained puppy that doesn't know how to 'stay'.

[hal1aetus]

everybody beat me up if it sounds like I'm working on a game that isnt chao game. I'm not allowed to start any more projects until it's done ok

[nanamiskentos]

NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )

⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!

ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.

﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics

"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"

you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.

it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.

you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.

"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.

gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?

he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.

cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."

﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology

"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?

that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.

but as of this moment, there aren't any right answers in your head. not when geto's got you propped up in his broad lap. right in front of a blinking video camera, perched on a shaky tripod as he swirls his digits as deep as he can into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"s-sugu', feels so good," you moan, sinking your teeth into the plush flesh of your lower lip as geto's face softens for a split second before hardening once more. handsome features crinkling as he shakes his head of choppy, raven hair, "didn't ask if it felt good, geez. i asked for the answer to the question, or are we jus' having trouble following instructions as well?"

"hate ya' so, so much, still, i don' even remember the fuckin' question," you're sniffling, knowing that he's so deliciously knuckle deep within you right now. your clear, glossy arousal coating his fingers as he pumps the digits in and out of your heat with a satisfying squelch!

geto smiles, as though he wanted you to say that while he was rolling a fat thumb over your clitoral hood. berry lips pulling at the corners as he tuts, using the hand that was previously holding apart your thighs to slide a pristine paper over his bed, clicking his tongue before he intones, "tch', let me quiz you, again, 'cause we got that test tomorrow. though, 'm not sure it's much good. now, how would you explain structural functionalism?"

your mind's absolutely turning to incredible, pleasurable mush as you struggle to form coherent sentences. instead, staring at the blinking red light blearing out through the dark haze of geto's form room, and swallowing as he begins pulling at the sensitive ache of your clit, "it's, like, the premise of everything havin' a purpose. like, hahh, society being a well-oiled machine n' people are jus' cogs and — fuck! suguru, can't even focus like this."

your back is writhing against geto's toned chest, and you can feel the dark strands of hair that have escaped his hairtie tickling at your cheek, "i know, beautiful," he coos, almost as though he quite likes you, rather than the loathing that he claims, "now tell me, who's ideas does structural functionalism align with? answer quick, and i'll make ya' cum this time, promise!"

brain whirring on overtime to snap out a rushed breath, "emile durkheim!" your lips pouting as you heave in a candied breath of air, "that's right, isn't it? now you promised, so please! make me cum, sugu', fuck."

you can hear geto chuckle, "you didn't make me pinky promise, though?" and he's revelling in how you huff, and curse him out, "besides, i like watching you squirm all pretty for the camera. helps me remember my notes so much more. y'know that 'm gonna' go back and revise this later."

﹙ 両面 宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ anthropology, history

"you're a virgin?" your mouth parting into a sweet gasp as charlotte tilbury leaves sticky strands of product stringing between your pretty lips. because, there's just no way...

sukuna's rolling his crimson eyes, and shoving his tattooed hands into the ragged pockets of his thick hoodie, "why don't we focus on the project again? y'know that the entire thing is due next week, and this is our last meet-up before we gotta' present?"

the burly, quiet man's clearly flushed — with his tanned cheeks painted awash in some watercolour, blushy hue. muttering something about insolent cheerleaders and how he's refusing to get a bad grade because of you. but you're never one to lose. you just cross your arms over your chest, and a little more firmly on purpose, just to watch sukuna gulp as his gaze drops right down to that shadow of cleavage, "hey, you're the one who asked if i was sleeping with the quarterback."

sukuna's just too easy, because for all his churlish, jerkish attitude, he's not immune at all to your easiest charms. like a pretty red lollipop, or a spritz of your favourite body mist, or when you hike the hem of your skirt up just a little bit higher to doodle faint hearts on your flesh. and now he's grunting, drawing his eyes away from your torso to gulp, training his eyes solely on the project rubric, "yeah. was jus' a question. i don't give a fuck."

"mhm, sure." snapping strawberry gum between your teeth, "because i'm not with him." you grin as sukuna stiffens, almost snapping the poor, thin frame of a cheap lead pencil between his thick fingers.

"no?" he sounds almost, almost sheepish. battered headphones clattering around his marked neck as he jerks, and you almost coo. for it's honestly quiet sweet at how interested he sounds. ironic, considering ryomen sukuna is one of the most surly men on campus. always with his nose buried in some medieval book, always some exemplary paper of his pinned to the student noticeboard about the heian era.

"no," you repeat, scooting just a little bit closer to his broad frame, "because 'm interested in someone else, ya' see. like you, 'kuna."

the pencil snaps, the wood finally giving out to the quick motion of sukuna's fingers clamping down on it. pieces scattering and littering the table as broken lead clutters, the remnants of a man who's just had his world rocked but doesn't want to admit it, "hah, funny," he's muttering, "yer' really interested in me?" all you had murmured was a tempting, alluring little phrase that would remain with sukuna forever, something like, "want me to prove it?"

and that's exactly how you ended up like this. eyes blown wide, little hearts dancing around your pupils as you took in the sheer size and girth of what sukuna was hiding in his faded jeans. lips parting to close over the weeping tip of his thick shaft, and grinning at how there's already sheer, salty drops leaking out.

"fuck, w-wait," sukuna's groaning, with his spiky head of two-toned hair thrown back against your desk chair, "it's sensitive." clacking his sharp teeth around a wanton moan when you tongue at the veins bulging on the sides of his cock, "already feels like 'm gonna –"

"cum?" you offer helpfully, flattening your tongue against him so he throbs, hot and heavy, into your mouth. releasing yourself from his cock with a loud pop! and you're sure glad that your sorority roommates aren't home, for you're not sure how to explain that you're dripping wet yourself, just from sucking off the most infamous, ill-reputed nerd on campus.

"yeah, yeah," sukuna rasps, a heady and low tone that escapes from his chest, "and that would be e-embarrassing, fuck, that's — that's a good spot." sighing as you trail teasing fingers over folded skin, right at the underside of the base of his cock.

"not that embarrassing, 'kuna," you shake your head, loosening the slick strand of saliva that was stringing away from your lips. replacing your mouth with an entirely different type of gloss, and one that you're growing increasingly fond of, "and besides, we got a lotta' time before my roommates come back. plenty of other things we can do, hah."

﹙ 七海 建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ economics

"but i jus' think numbers are kind of beautiful, wouldn't you say? like they have their own satisfying figure and precision?"

you smack nanami's chest, leaving a small, cherry hue over your boyfriend's pectorals, "your girlfriend is literally under you, and you're talking about numbers being beautiful."

he gives you an apologetic smile, thick waves of golden hair dampened with the sweat of exertion that was to be expected when he was delivering the sweetest, most loving strokes to your very core. thick, bulging tip kissing your cervix as nanami huffs, "sorry, darling. nothing's more beautiful than my girl, and, heh, yer' figure is the one i love the most."

"that's better," you gasp, feeling him rummage through your swollen pussy. girthy shaft bulging past throbbing, dripping folds as he delivers hit after surefire hit against your g-spot. but then, suddenly, you're frowning, "don't you have class, like, right now, babe?"

nanami squeezes his eyes shut, amber lashes kissing peach-flushed skin. "yeah, had some tutorial," he groans, drawing his cock out of you almost entirely before he's snapping his hips back into you with such force that there's a resounding smack reverberating through his bedroom, "but heh, they don't really need me there. i already know all my shit."

"and you won't get in, i don't know, trouble?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, pushing aside the stack of stock market magazines littered near your head, so he can slam his hand down on the soft quilt. all so nanami can steady himself as he has only one purpose in mind, to make you cum. to make you see such stars of pleasure that you squirt all over his cock. and he can already picture your fucked-out form, hazy and littered with the marks of his loving. and drenched down below.

well, anatomically, it mustn't be possible but at the mere vision, nanami can feel himself harden even more. like his cock is responding to the hypnotising grip that you've got him in. hefty balls tightening further and he's rasping in your ear, "can i —, fuck, can i cum in ya', darling?" desperate and falling apart at the mere idea, at the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, "only if yer' also wanting me to, i swear. but please –"

"yeah. in me, kento. baby, all yours."

that's all it really takes for thick, stringy wads of hot release to spurt out from nanami's weeping tip. cock releasing strands of gooey seed into your cunt in a way that makes your boyfriend press his forehead against yours, littering a thousand kisses against your fucked-out, smiling lips, "thank you, thank you, thank you, darling. i love you so much. can't even put it into words, but i love you —"

﹙ 伏黒 甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ physical education, kinesiology

"what the fuck did you jus' call me, ma?" toji's got a blunt nail trailing down your spine, running over the curve of your ass, "a nerd?"

you're writhing, "yeah, yeah. i mean, that's what everyone says," and it takes every cell in your body to fight back the inevitable release that toji's bestowing upon you. for you're determined to delay this just a little longer, to feel toji's thick cock slam into you from behind over and over in a way that you never really expected from the grumpy sports major.

and it seems the idea amuses him, for you don't even need to turn around to imagine how his sharp, jade-green eyes must be narrowing at the knowledge of what everyone calls toji fushiguro behind his back. how toji's sharp, shark-like grin must be widening, sharpening knives to sink into your shoulder, "why? 'cause i don't do that stupid, attention-seeking sports shit like everyone else in my degree? 'cause i don't wanna' waste my time on the field or in the locker rooms?"

"t-toji, it's 'cause you always got your damn nose in a book. and i didn't even know you could —," you shriek, feeling his burly forearm come up in front of you, past your bouncing breasts to support your weight as he presses further into you, "i honestly didn't even know you could fuckin' read."

"suchhh a nasty attitude, ma," toji chuckles, and your ass pleasurably stings at the resounding smacks echoing through the (thankfully) empty gymnasium. your lace panties pulled to the sides as you're balanced over the bleachers right in the very corner where the lonesome toji fushiguro prefers to sit, where no one else can bother him.

but damn, if he's not getting off on the idea of taking you so prettily like this. don't get him wrong, toji loves this position. loves how nasty and filthy your pretty arch is when he's swabbing his cock against your pussy. but fuck, he also wishes you were flipped around for him. just so he could press a thumb to your lower lip, and watch your eyes go all silly and crossed for him. while he tacked the thick curl of dark hair around his groin to your sticky, throbbing clit. battered your pretty cunt with his inches until that feisty lil' attitude melted away into sugar and cream.

you moan, such a wanton sound, when toji's thick fingers are climbing up your throat. past your jaw to settle at your mouth. pushing past your lip so you can drool so beautifully for him as he does his level best to at least regretfully silence the sexy sounds falling out of your lips.

"careful, ma," toji shudders, feeling the tight heat of your cunt snatch his soul away, "wanna' keep the volume down so those rocks-for-brains football players don't hear what's going on here. unless, you want them to see how the nerd's practically plowing your brains out, hah."

the resulting clench of your cunt tells toji all that he needs to know, and he has to bite back the furious blush crawling over him, underneath his faded varsity jacket, "oh? that's how it is? well, okay then. hold on."

﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ lab medicine, psychology

you know better than to sass choso when he's like this, the night before the final semester exam. see, because the man's got your thighs splayed so prettily out for him. glistening, and dripping all over his bedspread. and to the side, he's got that damn anatomy textbook flipped open.

choso's frustrated, sighing and flicking the pads of his fingers against his tongue to thumb at the sticking pages. rolling his eyes when he isn't able to find the passage that he wants, as if that's your fault. but you don't miss the hungry gleam in the raven-haired man's eyes, the spiky knots atop his head coming loose as he delves right back into his favourite meal. his favourite study snack being your glossy cunt, for he could munch on the slick strands forever.

"bear with me, my love," choso's cooing, trailing a slender, pale finger up your sticky folds until he comes to rest at your clit. tapping the throbbing bud once, "jus' gotta' memorise this, and you're helping me so much."

he's pressing a chaste, quaint kiss to your pulsing clit. that dark mark stretched across his face twitching as he murmurs, "ah, think, choso! right, the clitoral glans has, hmm, 8000 nerve endings. and it leads up to..." choso's drawing slow, teasing circles on your clit and it makes you whine, bucking your hips, "patience, my love. i'll reward you extra special for helpin' me out like this. now, it leads up to the clitoral shaft — and did i tell ya' what the crura is?"

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you rut against choso's handsome nose for some delicious friction, and he clearly seems eager to indulge you, though he's still lost in academic thought, "right. i guess, baby, you could say the crura are kinda' like the legs for the clitoris. and they extend allll along the pelvic bones."

choso's marvelling the glossy, sheer slick coating his fingers. licking a flat stripe right against your swollen, eager cunt, "and the glans, well, my extended answer needs to mention how they, uh, damn, baby. you're soaked." he's shaking his head again, "i keep getting distracted. the glans — they're the ones with the alpha-delta, and c-fibres, and that's what makes you feel so good. transmitting sensations y'see, i get extra marks for mentioning that."

you hazard a glance to the shining pages of the new textbook that choso's kept on his shelf all semester, "and the, uh, the pudendal reflex? you got a sticky note on that one, babe?"

choso smiles, slowly flicking your clitoral hood in up and down motions, each movement sending simmering pleasure through your groin, "a spinal reflex, m'love. helps with the involuntary muscle contractions, like when i do this —," flatting the pad of his thumb against your clit to run tighter circles against the aching nub, watching as your hips jolt up further against his face. coating the lower half of his features in translucent arousal.

"now, my favourite part," choso says, grinning as he turns his attentions elsewhere, to your dripping entrance pooling such a mess over his sheets. and your boyfriend's tugging at his grey sweatpants, "the grafenberg spot. i don't think my fingers will be enough to stimulate it properly."

[tintitw]

How 141 guys would take care of you during your period

Tw: slight mention of cunnilingus and unprotected sex

Gaz would turn into a literal lapdog for you because you're so precious to him and he can't take his little treasure suffering from some stupid monthly pussy bleeding. As long as he sees you moaning and curled up in your shared bed, he knows that the time has come: he goes to the mall and brings you your favourite sweets and painkillers, makes you a warm compress and gives you the best cure in the world - cuddles!! Man is always on alert during your period, waiting for your next command! What a good boy!

Price takes your period even more seriously than he should. Every time your period starts old man is starting ordering you around - no chores, go to bed, rest all day, exploit him as you want. Exploit. Yes, you hears that just right. He gives you everything you ask him for. Even if it's something that not all people do during their period.

"John!" You call him from your bedroom.

"Yes, luv, what's wrong?" he flew into the room.

"Can you.. I just wanted to ask if you could do this thing with your mouth..now" you mumbled, visibly blushing.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, you want me to make you feel good darling?" he smirked, coming closer to the bed and gently spreading your legs.

"Let's see what I can do 'bout it."

Soap would be a literal cheer up during the painful, bloody week you have to endure. First of all, when he notices the red stain on the sheets, he looks visibly disappointed.

"Awh, bonnie, haven't I bred 'ya just enough to get you pregnant this time?"

You reply only with an uttered groan. Takes care of you the whole fucking week and almost checking your pads to make sure that blood is gone and you finally feel better. The type of man to give your belly a massage that turns into something.. interesting. He rubs your tummy very gently, only applying a slight pressure on it to ease the pain, drawing circles on it with his fingers. Continues doing it until he catches you staring right at him.

"What'cha looking at baby? What do you want me to do, huh?" he smirks at you, shifting his gaze from you to your aching pussy.

Ghost knows in advance when your period starts. Yes, you two live together for a not really long time but he made a calendar and every time you start whining about your cramps he's absolutely not surprised. He expected that. So he has everything you need nice and stocked: pads (every possible size and absorbency), sweets and snacks, warm compress, and of corse, the huge desire to fuck you right there and then. That was the main problem of your period. He wanted you the most exactly at that time:( When you are lying on the bed all domestic and cute, all his, so helpless and aching for him.

"A real knight is not afraid to stain his sword with blood.." he murmurs into your ear speeding up his thrusts.

[rosebudshifter]

· · ─────── · ⍣ ✯ ⍣ · ─────── · · Things to script into your superhero drs · · ─────── · ⍣ ✯ ⍣ · ─────── · ·

⍟ no innocent lives are taken by you or as a result of any fight you are part of. ⍟ you never break your bones; maybe a sprain or twisted ankle, but nothing ever serious ⍟ if you're shot at, you always dodge or they miss you ⍟ your superhero suit is comfortable and breathable, but still protects you ⍟ your suit also helps absorb a lot of the impact of punches, kicks, and falls. ⍟ if you can fly:

⍟ you can fly at high speeds and altitudes and never feel lightheaded or have it affect your equilibrium and hearing ⍟ you have a good sense of direction + best course of action while flying

⍟ your earpiece/comm never falls out or goes dead while you're on a mission ⍟ fast reflexes ⍟ you're quick on your feet ⍟ because big explosions are like gospel in big fights, if you encounter one it never takes out your hearing. ⍟ you can hold your breath underwater for a long time + you're a strong swimmer ⍟ you're intuitive when it comes to technology. even if you've never encountered a specific operating system or type of device (because we all know those secret societies have their own brand of advanced technology) you're able to quickly find your way around it. ⍟ your hair never gets in your face during a fight ⍟ you have a high stamina ⍟ quick thinker in stressful situations ⍟ you always have a plan ⍟ witty comebacks and banter come naturally to you ⍟ perfect aim (for weapons or powers) ⍟ you don't get motion sickness ⍟ no fear of heights ⍟ you're observant ⍟ skilled at lip reading and body language ⍟ you know CPR + first aid

xo, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

[yukioos]

I saw ur Izuku post abt him getting teased, and I LOVED IT!!! what abt shoto tho, I feel like it would be so cute!

how shoto reacts when you tease him

shoto didn’t understand what type of change happened when he began to date you, maybe it was a scientific change, or maybe it happened to couples, or maybe he was odd, and he thought about going to the doctor to see if something was wrong with him.

ever since the two of you had the conversation about being girlfriend and boyfriend, he felt warmer when he heard your name, saw a photo of you or something that reminded him of you, or whenever he was near you. his heartbeat would speed up, and for a minute, he thought he had a disorder, something that made him different from other people. he didn’t see couples freeze when the other lays a hand on them or smiles at them! so surely, he was doing something wrong.

but he also doubted himself because he had never seen what a real relationship was supposed to look like. there was a chance couples should get nervous around each other, warm, even, but he didn’t see that between some of his classmates who were clearly in love with each other.

so one day, he decided to look for answers. he didn’t know much about love anyway and decided to go to someone who may know more than him, kaminari, because he was in a relationship with jiro.

“kaminari,” shoto spoke, standing with confidence in his sweats and baggy tee, causing him to snap his head back fast enough to get whiplash.

he smiled and jumped over the couch, “hey todoroki! what d’ya need?”

shoto asked, “you and jiro are dating, correct?”

“yeah man, she’s the best! what about it?” he replied, knowing the boy wasn’t trying to take his girl.

shoto let out a soft sigh, “i’ve began to feel warm around y/n. my body heat goes up like crazy, and my heartbeat races faster than i can think. i think something might be wrong with me, but i always feel the need to be closer to her.”

kaminari stared at him for a minute before letting a soft smirk show, “are you telling me you’re asking me for sex advice? ‘course, man, i’ll help you!”

shoto’s eyes widened and he backed away for a second, almost holding his hands up in defense, “what— no— i just want to know if it’s normal for me to feel that way,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed for asking the question. he shook his head, “nevermind, i’ll look it up or something,” and he retreated back to his room, staring up at the ceiling as he lay on his bed.

he wished with every inch of his body and soul that kaminari wouldn’t tell you about their conversation.

suddenly, as you were dancing in mina’s room with her, your phone beeped, with a text message from kaminari. you paused your jumping and dancing, and you and mina huddled up to your phone with curiosity.

she tilted her head and asked, “why is kaminari texting you?”

you shrugged and opened your messages app, seeing a text that read, ‘y/n your man is literally OBSESSED with you!!!!’ ‘he told me he gets warm around you and his heartbeat races so fast, he can’t even think when he’s with you’ ‘anyway i think it means he’s scared to ask to do a certain act if you know what i mean’ with a couple of emojis at the end.

you grinned at the messages, and the pink-skinned girl next to you giggled, she suggested, “y’know, since he’s obsessed with you and stuff, you should tease him! act more romantic, give him a couple more kisses on the cheek and hold his hands, make him even more nervous! i notice how he looks at you, and when you wear those sexy tank tops that show off your,” she looked down and wiggled her eyebrows, “he blushes so hard!”

you rolled your eyes at her compliments, then nodded, agreeing to her plan. you wondered how he would react to all your advances, considering you were the first person he was in a relationship with.

when you started acting touchier with shoto, he acted shyer and sometimes even averted his gaze when you talked to him. it was too embarrassing, too overwhelming. why were you suddenly showering him with so much more love? did he deserve you?

and when the two of you would sit together in the pool with all your classmates late at night, you would press yourself up against your boyfriend, causing him to blush and look away from your body, wanting to be respectful. you could tell how nervous you were making him, and you enjoyed it so much.

at one point, the two of you were watching a movie in his room, and he was talking about something when you placed your hand on his muscular thigh, rubbing his soothingly through his sweatpants.

he again, began to feel warm all over his body, especially in the place where you put your hand. he paused with his words and held his breath, almost sweating from the close proximity.

he mumbled, “i— i need to talk to you about something,” he kept his eyes off you, and for a second you started to hesitate with you and mina’s plan. were you going too far?

you took your hand off his thigh, and his eyes slightly widened, but you replied, “yeah, sho, what is it?”

shoto shyly grabbed your hand and held it, then paused, was he ready to tell you how he was feeling? he needed to get it out somehow, so he continued, “i’ve been feeling warm around you. like, really warm, burning even, and it happens when someone mentions or name or i see something that reminds me of you. my heart beats so quickly and it’s making me worried.” he paused, “is there something wrong with me?”

you tilted your head and your heart warmed. there was no need for either of you to feel worried. you eased his thoughts by placing a hand on his chest and rubbing it up and down, then giggling, “i think you’re just a little nervous around me, sho,” then placed a soft, teasing kiss on his neck, “don’t worry, it’s normal.”

“i feel like i need to be closer to you, but it’s never enough,” he paused, a little sad at the words that came out of his mouth.

you kissed his soft lips, and he let out a soft sigh, placing his hand on your back so you wouldn’t fall back. your hand traveled under his shirt and ran down his abs, causing him to softly gasp. your fingers eventually trailed farther down, and you felt a tuft of soft hair from his happy trail.

suddenly, you pulled your hands away and wrapped them around his neck, making him almost whimper from the lack of touch.

“yeah, i wish we could merge souls or some shit like that,” you mumbled, drawing back to the conversation earlier.

a moment of realization popped into your boyfriend’s head. he raised an eyebrow, “you’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”

you paused and tried to hold yourself back from laughing, but you couldn’t help yourself. a chuckle escaped your mouth and you nodded.

shoto, in response, rolled his eyes and smiled at the sound of your soothing laugh.

GUYS I LOVE SHOTO SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS!! also i’m so glad you liked my izuku post abt him getting teased too lol

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hi, I want to request a headcanon with SSS, with a human!reader (separately, this is not poly), reader is a friend of the trinity, based on this, reader has feelings for the trinity, but because reader is a human, and they are meanwhile mobians, she thinks that she is not attracted to them, since she is a human, and mobians may have different standards of beauty, plus, she does not want to seem like a pervert in their eyes, and ruin their friendship, but somehow SSS finds out about the reader's feelings, and they begin dating. Thanks in advance if you write 💙❤️🤍

A/n: my head hurts, sorry for posting this so late

triple s x Human!Reader

Sonic:

You had been friends with Sonic for years. From the moment you met him, you knew he was special, not just because of his speed or heroics but because of the way he made everything feel more exciting. He was a whirlwind of energy, always dragging you along on adventures, cracking jokes, and treating you like you were just as capable as any of his other friends.

But deep down, there was something you harbored, something that gnawed at you whenever he flashed that confident aura your way. You had feelings for him.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He was a Mobian, and you were human. Surely, his kind had different standards of beauty. Maybe Mobians found humans ugly? Off putting? The last thing you wanted was for Sonic to see you as some weirdo who had inappropriate thoughts about one of his kind.

You convinced yourself it wasn't possible, that he'd never see you the way you saw him. So, you swallowed your feelings and stayed his loyal friend, even when your heart ached to be more.

But Sonic wasn't oblivious. He knows a thing or two about crushes (being around amy is already more than enough to teach him) he noticed the way your eyes lingered when he was in vicinity, how your laugh was just a bit too strained when he teased you, he saw the way your shoulders tensed when he got too close. Sonic wasn't the type to ignore his instincts, and his gut told him something was up.

One day, after an especially intense adventure, the two of you collapsed onto a grassy hill, panting and laughing. The sunset cast a golden glow over you both, and sonic, never one for subtlety, turned to you with a smirk.

"You know, you've been acting weird around me lately," he said, propping himself up on his elbow. "Something on your mind?"

Your stomach twisted. This was it. The moment you dreaded.

"I... it's nothing," you forced a chuckle, looking anywhere but at him. "Just tired, I guess."

Sonic wasn't buying it. "Come on, you can tell me anything, y'know? We're friends!"

And that was the problem, wasn't it?

The words came out before you could stop them. "That’s exactly why I can't tell you."

Sonic blinked, caught off guard. His ears twitched, processing your words before a slow grin spread across his face. "Wait a sec... do you like me?"

Your heart stopped. Your face burned. You shot up in panic. "No! I mean- yes! I meant- ugh!" You groaned, covering your face. "This is exactly what I didn't want! I didnt want to make things weird, because your movian and im... Human..."

Sonic was silent for a moment, but then he started laughing. Not cruelly, not mockingly, just his usual, carefree laugh. "Wow, and here I thought I was the dense one!"

You peeked between your fingers. "...Huh?"

He leaned back, hands behind his head. "You seriously thought I wouldn't be into you just because you're human?" He turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Newsflash, I don't care about that. You're you, and that's what matters."

Your heart stopped. "You mean... you?"

Sonic grinned. "Yeah, I like you, dummy."

Your world tilted. The worries, the doubts, the fear of being seen as some creepy human crushing on a Mobian, all of it evaporated in an instant. Before you could even process it, Sonic was already standing, holding out a hand.

"Now that that's outta the way, how 'bout a date? Maybe a race, loser buys chili dogs?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his hand. "I’m going to regret this, aren't I?"

Sonic just smirked. "Oh, definitely."

And just like that, your fears faded away.

Shadow:

Loving Shadow was a quiet kind of torture.

Shadow was... different. He was distant yet ever-present. You weren't even sure how you had become friends with him, Shadow didn't really have many friends after all. But somehow, after some time, you had earned a place in his life.

That was bad.

Because along the way, you had fallen for him.

And that was unacceptable.

Shadow wasn't the type to tolerate foolishness, and what was more foolish than a human harboring feelings for a Mobian? It didn't matter that your heart flipped every time he stood close, that your skin tingled when his gloved hand brushed against yours, or that his rare smirks made your knees weak. It didn't matter, because you were human, and he wasn't.

He could never see you that way.

But Shadow wasn't blind. He saw how you hesitated when he got too close, how your heart rate spiked when he addressed you. Shadow didn't believe in coincidences, and he wasn't one to ignore anomalies, especially not when they involved you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, he cornered you.

"You're avoiding me."

You answered quick, "I'm not avoiding you."

"Lying doesn't suit you," he said, stepping closer. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Shadow. Drop it."

He didn't. Of course he didn't.

"Tell me the truth." His voice was less intense now.

You looked away. "I can't."

Silence stretched between you. Then, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

"You think I wouldn't want you because you're human."

Your entire body froze. Your eyes snapped to him. "...What?"

His expression was unreadable, but his gaze burned into you. "You think I wouldn't reciprocate." He took another step forward. "You're wrong."

"I... I don't understand."

Shadows eyes softened, just a fraction. "I don't care about species. I care about strength, about loyalty, about who someone is at their core." He paused. "I care about you."

Your world tilted. The fear, the doubt, the self-imposed barriers, they all shattered in an instant.

Shadow reached out, hesitating for only a second before brushing a hand against your cheek. "You're important to me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "If you feel the same... I won't run from it."

Tears pricked your eyes. "I thought I wasn’t enough."

"You are," he said firmly. "Always."

And just like that, the walls crumbled.

Silver:

You never meant to fall for Silver.

He had been your friend for so long, always bright eyed and hopeful, always treating you like you were the most important person in the world. He was gentle in ways others weren't, encouraging you when you doubted yourself, listening intently to your dreams, and never making you feel like an outsider despite being a human in a world full of Mobians.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much.

Because even though you cared for him, even though your heart raced when he smiled at you, even though you wanted so badly to take his hand in yours, you couldn't.

He was a Mobian. You were human.

Mobians probably had different beauty standards. What if you were ugly to him? What if you confessed and he was disgusted? Worse, what if he pitied you?

Silver was too kind to outright reject you in a cruel way. He'd probably give you an awkward smile, say something about how he "values you as a friend," and then things would never be the same. You couldn't risk it.

So, you buried your feelings.

You let him ramble about the future, let him take your hand when he was excited, let him hug you when he was happy, all the while pretending that it didn't tear you apart inside.

But Silver wasn't stupid. Naive? Yes. Oblivious? Sometimes. But when it came to you, he always paid close attention.

One day, after an exhausting mission, the two of you sat on the edge of a cliff, watching the sky shift from orange to deep purple. The air was cool, and Silver, without thinking,rested his head on you.

Your heart stopped.

"You've been weird lately," he murmured, eyes on the horizon.

You swallowed hard. "I don't know what you mean."

Silver lifted his head, looking up at you with soft curiosity. "You don't talk to me the same way anymore. You don't look me in the eyes as much. Did I do something wrong?"

Guilt twisted in your gut. "No! You didn't do anything wrong, I just..."

"Just what?" He tilted his head, eyes shining with concern.

You couldn't tell him. You couldn't risk losing this.

But then Silver reached out, fingers brushing against yours, hesitant but warm. "You can tell me anything, y'know?"

The sincerity in his voice broke you.

"I like you," you blurted, eyes squeezing shut. "I’ve liked you for so long, but I thought-" You inhaled sharply. "I thought I wasn't right for you. Im human. You're Mobian. What if I'm... what if I'm not attractive to you? What if I ruin everything?"

For a second, there was silence.

Then-

"You idiot."

Your eyes flew open, as you turned towards him. Silver's face was flushed, ears twitching, hands gripping yours tightly.

"You think I care about any of that?" he huffed, voice shaking. "Do you even know how much I like you?"

Your breath caught. "You-"

"Yes!" He groaned, running a hand down his face. "I thought you didn't see me that way! I thought I was being weird for liking a human, but I didn't care because it's you! I don't care about species or looks or any of that stuff! I just wanted to be with you!"

Tears pricked your eyes. "Silver-"

"You're the most amazing person I’ve ever met," he continued, voice cracking slightly. "You're kind, strong, and you always make me feel like I belong. Do you really think I'd let something as stupid as species get in the way of that?"

You let out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed. "I'm the idiot, huh?"

Silver smiled, soft and warm. "The biggest."

And then, hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hands squeezed yours, his tail flicking behind him.

"Can I...?" he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

You nodded.

And then, finally, Silver closed the distance

A/n: i dont know how to describe kissing, im sorry

[selunefae]

i really love your fanfics, could you pleeaseee make more spicy sylus???

Promise you'll be a good girl? (+18) - Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

masterlist | rules

rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 1,651

tags: sylus (lads) x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader

cw: PwP, shameless smut, use of toys, non-penetratrive toys, PinV sex, use of pet names (kitten), praise kink, restraints, light bondage, dom/sub, dom!sylus, aftercare, unprotected, creampie

notes: I didn't know what to write exactly, and then I remembered the whole discussion of what type of dom Sylus is. I personally think Sylus is a soft dom/pleasure dom, but if he *had* to punish you, I think this is the type of discipline he'd do. But, I'm not main Sylus, so sorry if he's a little bit OOC. (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Sylus isn’t exactly a man of discipline.

He likes to spoil you – loves it. He buys you anything you want, takes you to dinners that require reservations weeks in advance, plans extravagant vacations in the most expensive and exclusive resorts… He’s a man who has everything, and he lives to share it with you.

Besides, why would he want to?

He enjoys it when you act like a brat. He likes your whining, your pouty little moods, the way you roll your eyes at him when you don’t get your way. He likes it when you talk back, when you push his buttons just enough to see what he’ll do.

But sometimes –

Sometimes you take it too far.

And that’s how you end up like this: completely naked, legs spread and lifted high, ankles tied to your wrists, your arms restrained in cuffs that lock you in place against the bedposts, unable to move.

It’s not that Sylus wants to make you suffer. On the contrary, he much prefers watching you writhe from pleasure. But every now and then, when you push him too far, he has no choice but to remind you who’s in charge.

At first, he stays silent. Just walks around the room like he has all the time in the world, sleeves rolled up, eyes dragging over your bound body, admiring how you squirm and try to move in futile attempts. You’ve only been there for five minutes, but your need for release makes it feel like fifty. Your core pulses with arousal, and your begging doesn’t seem to do anything to him.

He turns around.

In his hand, he has your favourite toy. Small, sleek, and black. The one you use when he’s not around. He knows it, after all, he’s the one who bought it for you. Your breath catches as he holds it up, rolls it between his fingers like he’s inspecting a delicate piece of jewelry. Then his eyes cut to yours. 

“I know how much you like this one.”

You swallow hard, hips instinctively rolling up into the air, but he restraints don’t let you go anywhere. The vibrator hums to life in his hand – a quiet, familiar buzz that instantly makes your thighs twitch. He leans down slowly, places a hand on your thigh to still you, and brings the toy close. Close enough that you can feel the vibrations in the air.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asks, his usual smirk already on his face.

You nod, wide-eyed, and lips parted. You feel the tears forming in your eyes already.

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“You promise ,” he repeats, dragging the tip of the vibrator just barely across your inner thigh, avoiding where you need him most on purpose. “That also includes not interrupting important meetings, right?”

Your face burns, but you still nod eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes. I promise.”

He presses the vibrator over your clit. Your entire body jolts. A high, uncontrollable cry leaves your throat as the pressure finally, finally lands where you’ve needed it. Your hips buck, but he pins you down with one strong hand on your pelvis, keeping you grounded.

“Sylus… I need more… Please, fuck me.”

He laughs and turns up the speed. The toy buzzes harder against your clit, vibrating in small circles that make your legs shake in their bindings. Your head falls back, a stream of moans pouring from your lips. 

“First, you’re going to come with this.”

His hand moves, guiding the vibrator down until it slides over your entrance. He doesn't thrust it in, though. He circles it the same way he was doing with your clit. Then, he drags it back up and starts the process over again. The pressure builds fast, and every time you start to feel you’re getting closer, he pulls back just enough to make you beg. His free hand slides up your body, warm palm cupping your breast. He leans down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and biting, licking the pain away right after.

He might call this a punishment, but there’s no mistaking the way he’s enjoying it. And the worst part is…

So are you.

"You're doing so good, kitten."

Your thighs tremble, wrists straining against the cuffs, and he growls when you whimper his name again. He turns the speed up to max, and that’s all you need to finally reach your climax. You cry out, arching your back and nailing your palms from the sudden wave of pleasure. He doesn’t stop, keeping the toy in place as you fall apart beneath him. 

You collapse back into the mattress, body heaving, skin damp, and eyes glassy. You think maybe that’s it. That he’ll untie you now and press soft kisses to your skin and run a bath like he always does. But he clicks the vibrator off and puts it aside on the nightstand. And before you even realize it, he’s above you again. His pants are gone, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose from his shoulders. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing gently and rubbing circles to help you relax. You open your eyes just in time to see him.

He’s impossibly hard.

His cock is flushed and heavy, veins prominent, and the head slick with precum. And you’re the one who caused it. He’s so hard just for watching you come.

Even though you just finished, heat blooms between your legs again.

“Are you ready?” He asks, voice deep and serious.

You respond with barely a whisper.

He strokes himself a few times before lining up at your entrance. You thought being tied like this might make it uncomfortable, but it turns out, it’s completely the opposite. The moment the tip of his cock presses into your cunt – you’ve never felt so food before. Like every inch of you is open and exposed and raw in the best possible way. Your mouth falls open as he pushes deeper. The slick of your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to enter, but you still feel a certain stretch from the size of him.

He groans above you, “ fuck, you feel incredible.”

Your walls pulse around him as he finally bottoms out, hips flush against yours. You can feel every vein, every inch, every pulse. He stays still for a moment, for you to get used to his size and for him to savour a little more of your warm and tight walls. Then, without warning, he pulls back and thrusts in, hard. You scream. His pace picks up quickly, every thrust designed to hit that perfect spot inside you. His hands grip your hips gently, in contrast of how hard he’s fucking you. 

Your eyes roll back.

The overstimulation from your previous climax makes everything brighter and more intense, like your nerves are picking up every minuscule detail. Every drag of him against your walls sends sparks up your spine.

He leans over you, catching your mouth in a kiss. His tongue presses inside your mouth, matching the rhythm og his thrusts. You moan into him, body trembling, bound and unable to move except to take what he gives you. It turns you on even more – how composed he still is, even with his cock buried deep in your tight cunt. One of his hands cups your face for a moment before trailing lower, until it settles where you’re most sensitive. His thumb finds your clit, slick and swollen, and he starts rubbing tight, rough circles. Your entire body jerks, thighs twitching under the weight of his body, and your moans break into ragged whimpers. It’s all too much. The way he’s kissing you, the way his cock slams into you, the way his thumb keeps pressure on your clit without mercy –

You can feel him get closer too.

His thrusts grow shallower and sloppier. His pace falters, the careful control he kept up until now starting to slip

“Fuck–” he hisses against your jaw, “you’re gonna make me–”

You nod wildly, back arching off the mattress and feet curling. “Yesyesyesyesyes. Pleasepleaseplease– Come inside of me–”

He pounds into you harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and ove, thumb never stopping its motion. 

You both break at the same time.

With a strangled growl, he drives into you one final time, deep and hard, his whole body tensing above you. Your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock while you ride the high together. He groans your name against your neck, and you feel him twitch inside you, finally coming.

He lowers himself onto you slowly, careful not to collapse all at once. His arms cage you, muscles shaking as he breathes through the last waves of release. His softening cock slips free. You feel the sticky, warm liquid pushing out of you, and it sends you shivers. Sylus pulls back and sits up, hands moving to your wrists to unbind you. He works fast but gently, undoing the cuffs with practiced ease. His fingers caress the marks left behind, thumbs brushing circles into your sore skin as he massages each wrist and then your ankles in turn.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

You hum in response, but you already feel the heaviness in your eyelids.

He disappears for a moment, and you hear the distant sound of a tap running. He returns with a damp towel, and he passes it between your legs and thighs to clean you up. You sigh into the mattress, body floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. When he’s done, he drapes a blanket over your naked form and settles beside you, running his hand slowly up and down your back and pulling you closer.

You fall asleep with the feeling of his lips on your shoulder.

[hob28]

Marathi Typing for Students: Enhancing Skills for Academic and Professional Success

Introduction

In today's fast-paced digital world, mastering Marathi typing is increasingly becoming essential for students. Beyond just a skill, it opens doors to enhanced academic performance, better career opportunities, and improved personal efficiency. This blog explores why Marathi typing skills matter for students and how they can benefit from acquiring this valuable proficiency.

1. Importance of Marathi Typing Skills for Students

In educational settings where assignments, projects, and exams often require written communication, proficiency in Marathi typing becomes crucial. Being able to type efficiently in Marathi ensures that students can express their thoughts clearly and submit work promptly, contributing to their overall academic success.

2. Benefits of Learning Marathi Typing for Students

2.1 Academic Performance

Mastering Marathi typing significantly boosts academic performance by allowing students to complete tasks more quickly and accurately. This efficiency becomes particularly advantageous during exams or when deadlines are tight, giving students more time to focus on understanding and mastering the subject matter.

2.2 Career Readiness

For future career prospects, especially in Maharashtra and other Marathi-speaking regions, Marathi typing skills are invaluable. Many job roles require bilingual communication, and proficiency in Marathi typing enhances students' employability in fields such as administration, content creation, and customer service.

2.3 Personal Efficiency

Enhanced typing skills enable students to manage their study time more effectively. With faster typing speeds and fewer errors, they can accomplish more in less time, whether it's taking notes during lectures, researching online, or preparing reports and presentations.

3. Methods to Learn Marathi Typing for Students

3.1 Online Typing Courses

Online Marathi typing courses offer flexible learning options, allowing students to learn at their own pace. Platforms like TypingBaba and Lipikaar provide structured lessons and interactive exercises designed specifically for learners aiming to improve their typing proficiency in Marathi.

3.2 Typing Software and Apps

Dedicated typing software and applications provide engaging tools for students to practice Marathi typing. These tools often include typing games, speed tests, and progress tracking features, making learning both effective and enjoyable.

3.3 Classroom-Based Instruction

Some schools and educational institutions offer in-school typing classes or workshops. These classes provide a structured learning environment where students receive personalized guidance from instructors, helping them develop and refine their Marathi typing skills.

4. Tips for Students to Improve Marathi Typing Skills

4.1 Practice Regularly

Consistency is key to mastering Marathi typing. Students should dedicate regular practice sessions to build muscle memory and improve typing speed and accuracy gradually.

4.2 Focus on Accuracy

While speed is important, accuracy should not be compromised. Students should focus on typing correctly and minimizing errors, which helps in developing good typing habits.

4.3 Use Typing Games and Exercises

Engaging in typing games and exercises not only makes learning fun but also reinforces Marathi typing skills effectively. These interactive activities challenge students to improve their speed and accuracy while enjoying the learning process.

5. Resources and Tools for Students Learning Marathi Typing

5.1 Online Typing Platforms

Platforms like TypingBaba and Lipikaar offer comprehensive Marathi typing courses and practice modules. These platforms cater to students of all levels, providing a user-friendly interface and effective learning resources.

5.2 Typing Tutors and Courses

Specialized typing tutors and courses provide structured learning paths designed to enhance Marathi typing skills systematically. Students can benefit from modules that cover keyboard familiarity, typing techniques, and advanced typing exercises.

5.3 Typing Tests and Assessments

Regularly taking typing tests and assessments allows students to track their progress and identify areas for improvement. Many online platforms offer typing tests that simulate real-world typing scenarios, helping students gauge their typing speed, accuracy, and efficiency.

Conclusion

Acquiring Marathi typing skills equips students with a valuable asset that enhances their academic performance, career readiness, and personal efficiency. Whether pursuing higher education, preparing for future careers, or simply aiming to communicate effectively in Marathi, mastering typing skills is a worthwhile investment in their future success. Start learning Marathi typing today and unlock the potential for academic and professional growth.

[rafayelxsylusho]

It's Xavier rerun week!

A Request(if you like it): maybe Luminere x on-the-run mc(maybe even an MC that works in the n109zone for whatever reason/evilmc)? Maybe a lil demanding dom Xavier action?

Thanks in advance if you can!

I hope this is what you were looking for❤️❤️

TW:Smut

🌟You again?🌟

You find yourself in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the N109 zone, air thick with tension.

You hear a soft, almost inaudible sound behind you, like the whisper of fabric on fabric. You turn around and see him, Lumiere, the bane of your existence.

His eyes, as piercing and cold as you remember, are fixed on you with a intensity that makes your blood run cold. He's not smiling, but there's a cruel, almost sadistic glint in his eyes.

You see him take a step towards you, then another, his movements slow and deliberate. He's enjoying this, the hunt, the anticipation of finally ending your life. You know he won't hesitate, not after all this time. You've seen the way he looks at you, the hatred and disgust in his eyes.

You take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. You're not afraid of him, no, you're afraid of what he's capable of. You've seen the destruction he can cause.

He takes another step closer, a grin spreading across his face. He loves this, loves the power he has over you, loves knowing that any moment could be your last.

"You look nervous y/n" he says, his voice a mocking drawl. "Don't tell me you're scared, are you? After all this time of chasing each other, you're finally going to give up?"

He's close now, close enough that you can see the slight twitch in his jaw, the way his hand clenches into a fist at his side.

You blink, disoriented, as Lumiere suddenly vanishes from your sight. The sudden absence of his presence leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable, heart pounding wildly in your chest.

You quickly scan the warehouse, your eyes darting from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of movement. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant drip of water and the ever present hum of the city outside.

You know he's still here, watching you from the darkness. He's not the type to run away, not when he has the upper hand. No, he's playing with you, enjoying the thrill of the chase, the anticipation of finally ending your life.

You tighten your grip on your dagger, the cool metal a comforting weight in your hand. You won't let your guard down, not for a moment. You've trained for this and you won't let him catch you off guard.

Suddenly, you hear a crash behind you, the sound of something heavy and metal hitting the ground. You spin around, dagger out in front of you, just in time to see a large, rusty pipe come tumbling down from the rafters above.

You dive out of the way, rolling to the side as the pipe crashes to the ground where you were standing just a moment before. You come up in a crouch, your dagger still out in front of you, your heart racing in your chest.

That's when you see him, his figure darting between the shadows, moving with a speed and agility that defies belief. He's coming at you, grin on his face, a long sword in his hand.

You know he won't hesitate, and neither will you. And only one of you will walk away from this warehouse alive. And as he charges at you, you let out a fierce battle cry and charge at him, your dagger out in front of you, ready to meet him head on.

He's fast, too fast, and he anticipates your moves, leaning back to avoid the blade. In that moment you see your chance. You drop to the ground, rolling beneath his outstretched arm, and come up behind him, dagger pressing against the small of his back.

"Don't move," you hiss, "or I'll run this blade through you."

He freezes, his body tense as he drops the sword. You can feel the slight tremble of rage and frustration that runs through his body. He's not used to being caught off guard, not used to having the upper hand taken away from him so suddenly.

"You think you're clever," he says, his voice mocking growl. "But you don't have the guts to do it, do you? You don't have what it takes to take a life, not even mine."

You press the blade harder against his back, until you can feel it digging into his flesh, until you can see the first bead of blood welling up on the surface.

"Don't test me," you warn him "I've been fighting for my life for months, been running from you, been looking over my shoulder every moment of every day. And now, now that I finally have you at my mercy, you think I'm going to hesitate?"

You can feel his muscles tense, can sense the way his mind is racing, trying to find a way out of this situation. But there is no way out, not this time. This time, one of you will die, and sure as hell it won't be you.

You hold your breath, staring at the glisten of his blood on your blade, a sense of satisfaction coursing through you. But your moment of triumph is short lived, shattered by his mocking words.

"You think you got me at a disadvantage?" Lumiere's voice is a dangerous rasp in the darkness, sending a chill down your spine, and then he disappears.

Before you can react, before you can tense and track his movement, you feel the cool silver of your own dagger pressed against the delicate skin of your throat. The edge bites into you, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make your heart race with fear.

At the same time, you feel the firm press of his body against your back. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him, holding you in a grip that makes it impossible to struggle. He's so close, too close, his body a furnace of heat that seeps into your skin, making your blood run hot and fast.

His breath is hot against your jaw, his lips brushing against your ear as he leans in close, cold steel pressing harder against your throat as he traces the tip of your own dagger along your jugular" You know, you've been a thorn in my side for far too long. Always chasing you across the city, always just out of reach, always slipping through my fingers like smoke"

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry, your heart pounding so loudly that you're sure he must be able to hear it. But even in this moment of fear and vulnerability, you refuse to give in, refuse to let him see the terror that grips your heart. You lift your chin, your eyes flashing with defiance as you meet his gaze.

"You talk big for a man in your position," you retort "But I know you won't do it. You can't do it. Killing me here, like this, it's not your style. But I won't give you that satisfaction."

You feel the sharp sting as the dagger's tip pierces your skin, a single red droplet trickling down your collarbone. Your heart hammers wildly in your heaving chest as the cold steel drifts lower, the point pressing gently but insistently over your racing heart.

Lumiere's voice is low in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "Oh, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to enjoy it. I've dreamed of this moment for months, and now, at last, I have you right where I want you."

"I would have thought you'd at least try to torture me for information." you say, holding his stare 

A smile curls his lips "I already know everything I need to know, this isn't about information," he breathes "This is about revenge.

Your fingers inch towards your pocket, moving with a deliberate slowness as you try to keep your action hidden from him. The cool metal of the dagger's hilt brushes against your fingertips just as he begins to speak.

"Don't think I haven't noticed your little attempt to grab that hidden dagger" he purrs, "I know everything about you. I've been watching you for months, learning your every move, your every habit...."

"Fuck you!” you cut him off.

"Watch your tongue" he snarls, the dagger digging a bit deeper into your flesh as a result of your outburst. The pain is blinding, white hot and searing, drawing a gasping cry from your throat.

But even as you cry out, you're already moving, adrenaline surging through your veins. Your left hand comes up in a swift, desperate punch, your fist connecting with the side of his jaw with a sickening crunch.

He grunts in pain, his head snapping to the side from the force of your blow. For a moment, his grip on you loosens, the dagger's edge slipping from your skin, a thin line of blood welling up in its wake.

Lumiere's angry snarl cuts off abruptly as your fist swings towards his face once more. He barely manages to jerk his head to the side, avoiding the blow. In the same motion, he slams you back against the rough brick wall, knocking the air from your lungs with a painful grunt.

His right hand drops the dagger and shoots out to grab your wrists before you can strike again, his fingers digging into your skin as he wrenches your arms above your head, pinning you more firmly to the wall with his body. You jerk and struggle against him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you try desperately to break free. Angry, vicious curses pour from both your mouths, your voices rising to a feverish pitch as you scream and snarl at each other.

The distance between you shrinks, your faces just inches apart, breaths mingling, eyes locked in a furious, hate filled gaze. And then, without warning, his lips are on yours.

It's a kiss filled with all the anger and frustration that has been building between you for months. Suddenly, he lets go of your wrists and your arms fall over his shoulders.

His lips move roughly over yours, demanding, brutal, punishing. He nips at your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste of it mingling with the taste of him.

You feel the sting of the bite, the pain searing through you, but it only serves to ignite something dark and desperate within you, so you bite back, your teeth sinking into his lower lip, tasting your own blood on his skin.

He snarls into the kiss as your nails dig into his shoulder. His hand fists in your hair, gripping the strands tightly, using them like a rein to control your head as he devours your mouth with hunger. You feel the sting of hair being ripped from your scalp, but it only adds to the sensations overwhelming your senses.

Your teeth sink into his bottom lip once more, biting down hard to taste his blood mingling with your own. He hisses, and in retaliation, he forces his knee between your thighs, roughly pushing your legs apart, the hard muscle pressing insistently against your core.

You both moan into the kiss.

You kiss him back with a fervor that matches his, your lips moving against his with unrelenting passion as he presses his thigh harder between your legs, forcing them to open wider, a primal need surging inside you, threatening to engulf you completely.

Unable to resist, you find yourself rolling your hips forward, grinding down against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your body moves on its own, instinct taking over as you mirror his movements, lost in a haze of sensation.

You gasp as his hand slides down your shoulder, your shirt strains against your chest, your nipples hardening into tight, sensitive peaks as his thumb grazes over the swell of your breast.

But before you can process it, his teeth are on you again, sinking into the soft flesh of your lip. You cry out, pain mixing with pleasure, the sound caught in your throat as his teeth pull and nibble at your lips.

Your own hand moves on its own, trailing down the muscles of his chest. Your fingers find the leather of his belt, wrapping around it tightly, desperately, pulling at the buckle as if your life depended on it

His lips leave yours, trailing a path of hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your face, your jaw, your throat. You can feel his breath, ragged and hot against your skin, his tongue snaking out to taste you, to trace the contours of your jaw. He bites and sinks his teeth into the tender flesh, marking you.

You moan, the sound catching in your throat as your head falls back against the wall, giving him better access to your throat. Your fingers finally manage to undo the buckle of his belt, the leather slipping through the loops of his pants with a soft, satisfying sound.

At the same time, his hands move and roughly grab the fabric of your skirt. He pulls it up, the fabric slips over your thighs, the cold air hits your hot skin as he gathers the skirt around your waist.

You don't stop him. You can't stop him. Instead, you find yourself pressing harder against his leg, your hips rolling instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction, that pressure, that promise of relief from the ache that consumes you.

He groans against your neck as you grind against him. His fingers trail down your thigh, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. You shudder as he shifts his leg away and his fingers reach the apex of your thighs, your core clenching, empty and aching, desperate to be filled.

A broken moan escapes your lips as he traces your slit and without warning, he's pushing your panties to the side, the scrap of fabric a flimsy barrier against the thick length of his fingers. You cry out, as he thrusts two fingers deep inside you, your walls clenching down around them.

Your head falls onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his chest as you struggle to gasp for breath. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, and the wet sounds of your arousal fill the air. His thumb finds your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing and swollen, begging for his touch.

His lips crash against yours once more, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pulls his fingers from your dripping core. His hand moves to his own pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper with urgent movements.

You hear him growl, a sound of dark desire muffled against your lips as he grips your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. And then, with one hard thrust, he's inside you, his hard, thick length stretching you impossibly wide.

Your head falls back, a sound tearing from your lips that is somewhere between a moan and a scream. You feel every inch of his cock as it pushes deep inside you, the thick veins and ridges stretching you in a way that borders on pain, the sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that tears spring to your eyes.

He is big, unbelievably big, bigger than any man has a right to be. It stretches you to the limit, your walls squeeze around it, desperately trying to accommodate its girth.

His teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, as he pounds into you with a ferocity that borders on violence. His hips slam against yours, the force of his thrusts shaking you to your core.

Your fingers grip his hair desperately as you cling to him, nails raking over his scalp. You rake them down his back next, your short nails digging into the skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, leaving red lines in their wake.

He hitches your leg up higher, his arm sliding beneath your knee, lifting it up and out, opening you wider so he can fuck you deeper. You moan as he hilts inside you with each thrust, your back slams against the wall and you're sure it will be bruised by morning.

He kisses you again, this time deeper, his tongue invading your mouth, dominating it, claiming it as his own. It's a filthy, wet kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation, and you feel yourself growing dizzy, your head swimming with the intensity of it all.

You wrench your mouth away, gasping for air, before you attack his neck with your own lips, your teeth sinking into the skin. You bite and suck, your own desperate need to mark him, rising up to match his own lust.

You had never known a passion so overflowing, a hunger so fierce that it threatened to devour you completely. It wasn't about gentle lovemaking, nor tenderly exploring each other's bodies. It was a battle, a war, the clash of two souls consumed by lust and rage and a need so desperate it bordered on madness.

Each hard thrust gives you a jolt of pain and pleasure, a sensation that leaves you wanting more. You are drenched, your arousal dripping down your thighs, coating his cock. Your body betrays you, welcoming his every touch, craving his brutal possession even as a part of you screams at the injustice of it all.

And yet, even through the haze of pain and pleasure, you feel a twisted sense of rightness, of inevitability. With him, in this moment, the old rules no longer apply. Boundaries crumble, leaving you raw, exposed and hungry for his touch like you've never been before.

You want to hurt him, to mark him, to make him feel a fraction of the agony and ecstasy that consumes you. Your nails dig into his back, your teeth sink into his skin, and still, you crave more because you fucking hate him. Hate him with every fiber of your being, with every ragged breath, every desperate, needy movement of your body.

Your body trembles like a leaf, shaking uncontrollably as he pounds into you with a force that threatens to shatter you into a thousand pieces. His breath comes in harsh, ragged pants against your skin, the heat of it mingling with the sweat that coats your body like a second skin.

You arch your back against the wall, pushing your hips forward to meet his every thrust, desperate for more, for everything he can give you. Your fingers claw at his collar, the fabric twisting and tightening around his throat, probably hurting him and choking him but you couldn't care less.

His movements grow harder and faster, his need as desperate as your own. You can feel him swelling inside you, stretching you impossibly wider, the coil of tension in your belly winding tighter and tighter until you think you might shatter from the force of it all.

Your eyes roll back, vision blurring, your world narrowing down to the feel of him, the scent of him, the heat of his skin against yours. And then, his fingers are in your hair, gripping it tightly, painfully pulling your head back, exposing your throat to his lips.

You come undone with a scream, your mouth opening in a cry of ecstasy as he bites down hard on your neck. Your body convulses, shaking and shuddering, waves of pleasure crashing over you, drowning you, consuming you, leaving you gasping.

And you hear him groan, the deep sound vibrating through your very bones. His hips twitch and jerk against yours, the aftershocks of his release coursing through him, his grip on your hair loosening as he struggles to catch his breath. Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder.

Your legs feel like jelly, the muscles having turned to liquid, unable to support your weight. It's a good thing he's holding you up, pinning you to the wall with his body, or else you would have collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap. Your fingers remain curled into his skin, the red lines of your nails etched into his flesh, a physical map of your desperation, your need, your hatred.

You can feel the heat of his breath on your neck and as the fog of lust begins to lift, as your racing heart starts to slow, a sense of icy horror starts to seep through your veins. Your mind, once hazy and clouded, starts to clear, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place.

Oh god. Oh fuck. What have I done?

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs, leaving you frozen and stiff in his arms. You just fucked Lumiere.

A wave of revulsion crashes over you, the urge to push him away, to scream, to run, nearly overwhelming. But you're trapped, pinned, held in place by the grip of his arms, the weight of his body, the sickening realization of what you've done.

His body goes rigid against yours as the horrifying reality of what just transpired sinks in, his muscles tensing like a coiled spring. His head, which had been resting against your shoulder, jerks back slightly, the side of his head no longer leaning against yours.

How the fuck did this happen?!

Before he can say anything, you push him away. Your aching, trembling limbs suddenly find strength, a surge of revulsion propelling you forward, forcing him back.

He staggers, his softening cock slipping from your slick, swollen pussy with an obscene sound that makes your stomach turn. But he doesn't reach out to stop you, doesn't try to pull you back into his arms. He stands there, rooted to the spot, his eyes wide and horrified, as you yank your skirt down over your thighs, 

You walk away, your arms shaking, your legs unsteady. But as you put one foot in front of the other, as you force yourself to leave, you can't escape the echoes of his groan, the deep sound that still rings in your ears. The sound he made when he came inside you.

Each step feels heavier than the last, your panties growing wetter and stickier with the evidence of his release. You can feel his gaze burning into your back, the weight of his self loathing a physical pressure that urges you faster, desperate to escape. And then, just as suddenly as it began, it's over.

He is gone. Lumiere disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. But even as the sound of his disappearance fades, you know that he'll be back. That he'll return to torment you, to haunt you, to remind you of the terrible thing you've done.

Because deep down, you know this isn't over. No, this was just the beginning. The first step down a dark path from which there may be no turning back.

[kawhh]

Hi can we talk for a sec okay let’s talk

this is a pretty tame thought compared to everything else you write so sorry in advance

vampire!jack. Right.

he’s in a silly mood. he wanted O+ blood specifically and the bank sent O- and now he’s pissed. throwing the glass of blood at the wall and crossing his arms.

enter you, his delightful, mortal girlfriend who’s about 400 years younger than him, who also hates when jack doesn’t get what he wants.

solution? you introduce him to other ways he can quench his thirst. he’s been around for a while and eating pussy is an ancient art but god you were something else.

you trust him not to bite you because that was the first establishment in your relationship but in the process he sinks his teeth in your inner thigh.

claiming you.

etc etc etc

My love, it never matters how tame it is. I'm not even against trying to dabble more with fluff.

"He's in a silly mood" = he's throwing glasses. I'm cracking up.

Warnings: I can't be trusted to be normal about the AU. You find him slightly scary but apparently not enough to be reluctant about offering yourself up on a platter. He's well behaved until he's not. Restraining you physically, keeping secrets. Not proof-read.

He'd be such a pissy little brat about the blood. He'd find reasons to complain about everything about it. The wrong blood type, the wrong temperature. He heated it up too much, or not enough. Or how it just apparently tastes different sometimes.

He was frustrating and honestly a little scary when he was angry. He'd often sit there in silence, pouting, watching you with this absolutely feral look in his eyes, fully making you feel like prey.

Outside of his anger, he was pretty good about it. You could almost believe he wasn't a vampire. His self control was excellent, he never looked at you with hunger in his eyes. He never used his vampire strength against you, always managing to keep every touch light.

He'd promised to never bite you, to never scare you. You hadn't established many rules for your relationship, wanting to somewhat treat it like an everyday, normal partnership, but there were a few base rules.

The promise to never bite you, the promise to never scare you on purpose. The promise to never lash out in anger towards you and no attempts at hypnotizing you.

They've been set for months and he's never even come close to breaking them. He'd rather die again than hurt a hair on your head. He's careful with every action, not wanting to accidentally break one of them either.

He's barely even sexually touched you. He's not fully sure that he can keep himself in control, doesn't know how much you would tempt him, how he'd resist the urge to speed up just slightly past humanly possible while buried inside you.

You'd never tried to encourage it either, until now. Until you can't shift the pout from his face, watching him get hungrier and hungrier. He can't even control his fangs now, they're peeking out of his mouth, he's running his tongue along them like he's trying to soothe himself.

You know it'll be hours before there's even a chance of him getting replacement blood. They try and deliver everything fast, but there's a limit. Especially if they know they're dealing with hungry vampires. It's often even written into their contract - things can go horribly wrong when they get out of control.

It's not like he could sneak some away from a hospital either. If he wasn't hungry and was more himself, maybe. But when he's struggling for control and hungry? It'd be like an all you can eat buffet.

He's watching you like a hawk as you get closer, you can see the protests forming on his lips. His eyes narrowing, darkening by the second. Widening again slightly as you keep moving towards him, pushing your weight against his shoulders to make him fall more into the couch.

He's confused and he's nervous. You're so close to him, closer than you should be when he's this hungry. He doesn't know what to do with himself when you straddle him. He's scared to open his mouth, to scare you. He's scared to touch you, he doesn't trust himself to control his strength.

The further you scoot up him, the harder he's inhaling. He can smell you. His hands hovering an inch away from your skin. He can almost taste you. You're turned on. He can smell the scent of your arousal almost masking the scent of your blood. It's intoxicating, but also confusing.

Venom's filling his mouth, his fangs working on overdrive, but he's cautious. You've never done anything together. Why are you suddenly... there's no mistaking your intentions. He's cautious but not stupid. You're so aroused, your underwear is almost transparent. He can see the outline of your cunt through them, your arousal slowly leaking out the sides, trailing down your thighs.

He can't resist your advances any more. He can't do much to stop you and you're clearly on a mission. He can taste you in the air, you're helping dampen his hunger. He's yanking you forward the extra few inches, smothering his face against your cunt.

You're soaking his lips as he nuzzles into you, not needing to breathe. Sliding his tongue up your inner thigh, dragging it along the fucking delicious skin between your thigh and pussy. Lapping at you like a cat. He's fucked. Truly fucked. You taste like heaven. You're so wet.

Why the fuck hasn't he done anything with you before? He can clearly... stay in control, right?

He's fine so far. He feels fantastic even. Sure, his brain feels like he's been shocked when he finally lets his mouth drift further to the side, dragging your underwear to the side with his nose, resting his mouth over your soaking wet hole, breathing in deeply. But he's fine. Totally in control.

His fangs ache against you, he's trying so hard to not knick you with them, he can feel them resting against you, almost lining your cunt.

He needs more to fully control himself, the ache still present. The hunger still claws at him. He's hesitantly sliding his tongue inside you, needing more from the source. He can feel his fangs inside of you now, sliding further in with his ever increasing need to be buried inside you. He can't get close enough, can't get enough.

He's fucked the minute he accidentally gets a little too rough, knicking you slightly with one of them, the sudden drop of your blood in his mouth making him panic, but he can't pull back. He's too addicted to your taste. He's in too deep.

Lapping at the little wound, whispering broken apologies that you can't hear into you. Fuck, you taste so good. The mix of your arousal, the taste of your cunt mixed with your blood? He could scream.

He's gripping you tighter. He's breaking almost every rule in the book, but you're just so delicious and he's just so hungry.

You taste so much better than the blood he has delivered. He doesn't know how he'll go back. He can only think about getting more from the source. The wound's already healing from his saliva and venom.

His grip on you pins you down in place, even as you squirm. You're probably complaining about him and the damn rules. He can't bring himself to care, feeling too far gone.

He knows the risks. Knows that biting you with his current intentions and feelings towards you could cause major problems, problems that he should be discussing with you. It's your fault. You're the one who offered your cunt up on a platter.

Gasping for air he doesn't need as he pulls back, his target set. He's striking before you can blink, his fangs digging deep into your inner thigh, his bite sending shocks of pain through you. You're whining, tugging at his hair, trying so hard to get him out of you.

His pulls of your blood are slow, he's dragging it out. His new favourite meal, he doesn't want to rush it. He knows he's being harsh, but you need to understand how badly he needs you.

He's almost edging your skin, lifting up slightly to make a mess, the blood dripping down your thigh before he's licking it up.

He won't explain the bond he's forming. He can't lose this. You can't be aware of the danger. He'll have a hard enough time getting blood from you again after this, you'll be like a startled cat.

[badassindistress]

Chemise Sewalong January 2025

Step Zero: Materials

Here's a list of materials in advance to give people the time to find fabric. We’ll do some measurements so we know how much fabric we need and get the preliminaries out of the way.

What you are definitely going to need:

Fabric

Thread

Needles

Fabric scissors

Pins

A measuring tape

A ruler or flat edge to draw straight lines

What will make this project a lot easier:

Tailor’s chalk or other method to mark lines on your fabric

A safety pin, loop turner, lacing needle or other method to get a thread through a channel

An iron and ironing board  - I would say this is a necessity but not everyone has one and you can make a chemise without, it will just be harder and won’t look as crisp.

A thimble - in the long run it will make you sew quicker and be better for your hands

A sewing machine (I am intending to handsew this because not everyone has a sewing machine, but if you do have access to one and want to be done quickly, do the long seams on a sewing machine and glory in the speed of modern technology)

A cutting mat, quilting ruler and rotary cutter – This thing is all squares and triangles and quilters have got squares and triangles figured out

If you’re used to inches, keep a converter handy because my brain is used to centimeters

How much fabric do I need?

A lot. The chemise panels use the full width of the fabric. Decide if you want your chemise to knee length, to the floor or something in between. Then decide if you want full length sleeves or half sleeves.

I’m making long poofy sleeves but a kneelength skirt.

The calculation: my neck to knee is 120cm, my full arm length is 60cm shoulder to wrist (including 5cm extra for poof), so the length of fabric needed is 120+120+60=3 meters exactly.

What kind of fabric?

For the type of fabric I’d recommend cotton or linen for the historic feeling, but go with whatever brings you joy and isn’t stretchy. It needs to be light enough you can gather it up without it getting bulky and not terribly prone to fraying so you won’t go insane while sewing

Go with what is available and sparks joy as long as it’s a light fabric that gathers down nicely. (Thin sheets or table cloths can definitely be used for this). I’m going to use a fuchsia silk I’ve been saving for the airiest dress in existence.

tl:dr – procure 3 to 4 meters (145/150cm wide) of non-stretchy fabric of a lightness and colour that you would like to wear. Wash it, iron it and congratulate yourself on being super productive.

[fluffy0mallows]

JINX FEST!!!

DAY 3: Prompt Mix

•Oblivious X thought they were dating

•"Right in front of my salad?"

•Late night cooking

Modern AU!!!!

Warnings: Curse words. Shameless flirting (Jinx), A bit of threatening. Fluffy fluff fluff. Hints of smut (just hints, I'm not writing shit)

As per @jinxificada 's request. THIS IS BIRTHDAY THEMED!!!

BIRTHDAY MISHAPS

Vi is fucking sick of this.

"Come on, say 'ahh' "

Following Jinx's request, you opened your mouth, welcoming the spoonful of kiwis she was trying to feed you. It was like this every morning. But unlike every other mornings, Vi was stuck to watch the scene before her unfold

Mostly, she'd be out in the mornings, busying herself in the gym, leaving Caitlyn to tire herself out just staring at you and Jinx. But unfortunately for her, she twisted her ankle in a fight last night, leaving her to stay home and watch you dote on each other like lovers

"Right in front of my salad?"

Ignoring the girl's complaint, Jinx only gently fed you another spoonful, even giving you a big fat kiss on the cheek, leaving you giggling like an idiot. She was always the physically affectionate type, even to her friends. At least that's what you thought

"Will you two stop it?!....Let me enjoy my salad IN PEACE"

"Geez Vi. Did good ol' Kiramman reject your advancement last night?"

Only harshly biting her lip, Vi aggressively chomped on the food on her plate, forcing into her mouth spoon by spoon, until it was empty enough for her to stand up and do the dishes

Yes, she'd much rather go do the dishes, than stick with both your asses. You, who noticed her grumpy state, merely snickered, and gave Jinx a kiss on her cheek as well

"Why, aren't you so sweet to me today?"

"Only cuz' you look extra cute today"

You can hear Vi groaning from the distance, followed by the sound of metal clanking together. You suspect she might've hit her head with a pan, but whatever

"I have somewhere to go. You won't miss me too much, won't ya, sugarbug?"

Scoffing, you only took the bowl of kiwis from her hands, along with the soon, and you gestured for her to get going

"Independent much?. Yeah, that's my girl. Take your dirty clothes back to your house, my washing machine is broken"

"Must be because of all the adjustments you did to the poor thing...."

Standing up from her seat, Jinx gave you a final kiss on the forehead, petting your hair gently. And then she was out the door, probably to go wreak some havoc. Or so you thought

"So....You and Jinx, huh?"

"Hm?....Oh no, we're nothing like that"

Scoffing, Vi proceeded to scrub the plage clean, muttering words to herself. Jinx wasn't out to wreak havoc, she was going to the store, to buy.......certain items for you

And Vi, was forced to fake an ankle injury, to stay home and make sure you had no idea. It was your birthday after all. And much to her misfortune, Jinx tasked her of 'guarding' you to make sure you wouldn't accidentally find out about her fabulous mission

Standing up from your seat, you went over and handed the bowl to Vi, laughing at her displeased face that you're making her wash the dishes in your house. After laughing in her face, literally, you went back to your room to rest up

________

Frantically spamming the car horn, Jinx began yelling curses at the truck driver who was stupidly blocking the damned pathway

"I swear to every hexgate. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T MOVE THAT TRUCK!"

Grunting in frustration, she slammed her feet on the pedals, and drove quicker than the speed limit. She had to buy those gifts on time, or else the entire surprise would be busted

Jinx had planned a very big surprise, one that would (hopefully) make you blow you mind. She's confident enough (she's not) to pull it off.

The plan was simple. Get you stuck in her house, with Vi taking guard, while Caitlyn and her goons set up your house from the celebration, and Jinx was in charge of course, with the gifts. Caitlyn insisted she handled the food, and since you have taken a liking to rich people dietary, she had reluctantly agreed, for your sake

Jayce and Viktor were coming back in town to join in, after their Science exhibition competition. While Sevika babysits Isha for the time being

The moment you come home, and switch on the lights, everyone was going to yell surprise, and well surprise you. And after mingling with the others, Jinx will take you to a celebration, exclusively for the two of you

"Fucking finally"

Aggressively slamming the car door, Jinx speed walked to the store, already listing out all the things she needed to buy for you. It was a busy week, and although it's a shameful confession, she was unable to make time to prepare for your birthday.

Snacks for your date later, gift wrappers, a fucking candle because the one for your cake was snapped like twig when Maddie put it down. A few candies for Isha as peace offering since she plans on celebrating with only the two of you, Isha herself excluded

Spray paint, she has to decorate your date spot, paint in a can, because her studio ran out, after the art competition she joined a few days ago, and finally, a lollipop for a final touch. She loves them

"That would be 45.09 $, maam"

Handing the woman her card, Jinx bit her lip in anticipation, she watched the cashier, agonizingly swipe it with such slow speed, she nearly choked her. But then, her wild imagination was cut off, when the card she handed out declined. Oh. For. Fucks. Sake

"Oh, sorry, that must be my sister's. Haven't thrown it away yet since she died"

Giving the cashier Vi's card, Jinx backed up her lie by taking the card that was originally hers from the cashier's hands, and longingly stroked it with a sad sigh. The cashier, stupidly enough, bought the story, and swiped Vi's card.

By the love of luck, it worked, and Jinx was able to leave the store with all the necessities in hand. She mentally thanked Caitlyn for keeping that card loaded, even though she would never thank the Piltovan in person

Why did she have Vi's card you ask?. Well that is a story meant for another day

____

"You sure you aren't dating?"

"No, Vi, we're not"

"Cuz' I remember Jinx referring to you as her 'girfriend' "

"Must've been a mistake"

Smiling at Vi, the older woman couldn't help but feel annoyed that you couldn't get the fucking hint. Jinx thinks you're dating!, snap out of it!

The redhead would love to curse you out right now, but she didn't want Jinx to get upset and blame it on Caitlyn again. And bombed her house, again

She remembered there was even a time when Jinx threatened Caitlyn's life, along with her family's if she keeps on visiting Vi's house. Like the two weren't lovers

But because of your hold to Jinx, you easily convinced the girl that Vi is old enough to have people over, and that it's not right to dictate the flow of her older sister's life. Caitlyn was still suspicious to Jinx though, a major red flag

Suddenly, Vi's waki taki beeped, and Maddie's voice could be heard, thankfully you went upstairs to wash up, and didn't hear it. Yes they had waki takis, and yes it was all because of Jinx. Baby girl literally wanted this celebration to be perfect, she went all out just for you

"Vi, the house is ready, but Jinx isn't here yet"

"Must be the traffic. Don't worry, Y/n is taking her precious time, washing up and packing her dirty clothes"

"Copy"

And with that, a static rang, and the conversation was cut off. They sure are taking this surprise seriously. How Vi wishes she could help out, and not just guard you. Hey, she doesn't hate you, but she would love to watch Cait cook, hugging her from behind and everything

"Hey Vi, do you mind calling Jinx?, just wanna ask her something. My phone's dead"

"Sure"

Ringing up Jinx on the phone, Vi handed it to you, and after thanking her, you went back up to Jinx's bedroom. Drumming her fingers on her thigh, Vi thought back about the plan. Her duty, how she's supposed to make sure you wouldn't find out about the secret party, and everything

But wait.....

Wait....

What if Jinx answers and she thinks it's Vi, and then the whole plan gets busted?!

Rushing up the stairs, Vi slammed the door open, only to find you laughing in the call, while brushing your hair in the mirror. It seems Jinx caught up quick and realized it was you, thank goodness

"Yes, I found it......Alright, bye. Mhm. I'll give the phone back to Vi now"

Turning to the door, you were shocked when you saw Vi, standing there like a creep. Giving the phone back to Vi, she gave you a curt nod before closing the door, gently this time. It was a puzzle to Vi, how you did not hear her slam it open, but hey, saved her the trouble

"I'm done packing up, I gotta go now. See ya Vi"

In a surge of panic, Vi yelped, holding your wrist tightly between her fingers. She can't let you leave, that destroys the whole celebration. She has to keep you here until Jinx says so

"You........can't leave"

"Uhm why?. I already cleaned up, don't worry"

"No, uh. It's uhmm...Jinx told me she wanted you to uhm...To..."

"To what, Vi?"

"To...... replace the sheets...?"

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"Replace the sheets in her room....cuz you made a mess out of it"

Burning red, you stuttered out words, before rushing back upstairs to Jinx's bedroom. The fact that you immediately left without question, made Vi's face burn up as well. Jinx. Former Powder. Her baby sister....?

HER BABY SISTER ALREADY BANGED SOMEONE!!!

Now Vi doesn't know whether or not she should be proud. Jinx is an adult. And she can decide what she does. But it was weird to think that her baby sister is no longer innocent. How she misses the oh so ignorant baby Powder

She could hear you shuffling from Jinx's bedroom upstairs, and that made Vi panic. What if you finish way too early?, she's gonna have to think of something else to stall you.

____

Jinx sped up, and drove to your house. Seeing as the Piltover sheriff's car is still parked outside, she can only assume they haven't finished yet. But as she opened the door, she could see Caitlyn admiring the place, with Maddie on her side.

"How's it goin'?"

Turning to face the blue haired girl, Caitlyn smiled and straightened her back. She always did have thus mannerism where she fixes up immediately when addressed

"Everything is ready. Here, I'll help you wrap those—"

"No. If you're finished, get out and assist Vi"

At her resistance, Caitlyn could only sigh. Gesturing for Maddie, the two left, leaving Jinx to frown at the too-neat arrangement they did.

Well good thing she brought paint right?. Time to jinxify this awful place

Bringing out the stuff she bought, Jinx smirked at cans of paint she brought out of her pockets. Yes she shoplifted, and don't act like you've never done it before. She did it to save money. Vi's money

"Ugh. Those Pilties seriously lack taste!"

And with that, the whole house was smeared in neon paint, glitter, and a few charms she made out of scrap. But don't worry, she made sure not to stain anything, she merely blotched paint on the ridiculous gold decor Caitlyn put up

Putting the waki tali close to her lips, Jinx couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't a cocky kind of smirk, it was excited, but nervous. This whole plan was making her nervous

"Get the guests in, we're done here"

________

"Uhm. Why exactly do we need to rush back to my house, Vi?"

"We're not rushing...uhh....My friends are gonna come over at Jinx's for a gamenight. Thought I'd bring you home first before they barge in"

"Oh, okay"

Adjusting your seatbelt, you watched Vi literally stutter the key into the keyhole to start the car. What was making her so nervous?

"Uhm....Are you okay?"

"Yeah!. Yeah, just....."

Finally fitting the key, Vi started the car, stepping on the gas with rush. Jinx was fucking mad, way too excited to wait for Vi. And the blue haired girl threatened that she will plant drugs in Caitlyn's manor and tip to the cops if they didn't get there quick

She wasn't scared of Jinx. She was scared of Caitlyn, and the fact that it has been months since the two blue heads last fought. Vi was relieved then, but now she had to give everything in her soul to keep that constant

"Stupid fucking traffic..."

After nearly half an hour of honking out her road rage, Vi was finally able to pull up by your garage. No cars on sight, to not raise suspicion that here were people in your home boutta scare the fuck out of you

"Go on inside. I'll carry your stuff"

Only giving her a puzzled side eye, you went to your door, opening it with the keys, and kicking your shoes off and setting them aside.

As you approached the light switch, you swore you heard shushing sounds, but you brushed it off, and reached for the switch instead. Flicking it up, you were surprised when a synchronous shout of 'Happy Birthday!' was heard. Along with the pop of the confetti bombs that rung in the air

"Oh fuck—!......You guys scared me!!"

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of a birthday cake being held by none other than Jinx herself. She was smiling ear to ear, almost more excited than you were

Everyone was here. Caitlyn, the Maddie bitch who bullied you in highschool but eventually reconciled with, Jayce and his beloved partner, Viktor. Claggor, Mylo, Silco who looked like he worked for 24 hours, Vander who had an arm hooked around Silco's shoulders. Isha, Sevika, Mel, Lest. Literally everyone

Isha walked up to you first, with a shy smile, and a messily wrapped purple gift in her small hands. Thanking the little sweetheart, you crouched down and kissed her forehead, to which she hugged you with a happy hum

Sevika gave you a nod with a small smile, you two learned to get along before she had with Jinx, and that really helped out their relationship a big lot. Mel greeted you elegantly, handing you a neat gift with golden wrapper. Silco weirdly enough told you he gave you his 'blessing', but you smiled and thanked him anyway despite not knowing what he meant

Vander told you the same thing too, even shaking your hand like a proud dad. Jayce and Viktor handed you a gift that was supposedly made by the two of them, specifically for you. Claggor gave you a stapled paper bag, and apologised that he couldn't wrap it properly since he didn't know how. But the thought enough was sweet

Mylo, much like Vander, weirdly told you he gives you his blessing, and handed you a circular brooch that held the words; Y/n Lane. It was their family surname, and that made you laugh

"Mylo, I'm not your sister!"

"You're my sister-in-law though"

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that"

"Nothing!, you should go to Jinx now. She looks pretty lonely"

Confused, your eyes searched for Jinx. And there she was, still holding the cake in her hands, with her eyes lingering on you. Giggling, you ran up to her, making her Yelp and hold the cake with one hand, while the other held your waist in a hug

"Woah!, easy there, bunny!. You're gonna smash your own cake!"

Giving her a shameless kiss on the cheek, you hugged her again. Jinx only smiled, placing her hand higher up, til it reached the back of your head, and stroked your hair. Everything went according to plan. Good

"Alright, Y/n. Let's blow out those candles!"

________

After eating together, the others left, but Vi and Isha slept in. It was midnight now, you and Jinx were comfortably situated in the kitchen, giggling like idiots while you tried to follow the instructions on a cookbook on how to make pizza

Jinx's face was covered in flour, and yours were covered in tomato sauce. After fooling around for a bit, you were now seated on the kitchen top, while Jinx leaned on the sink across from you.

"Should I open it now?"

"I mean, if you opened it tomorrow, it wouldn't have been a birthday gift anymore, right?"

Taking her point, you slowly unwrapped the gift that Isha had given you. It had too much tape on some sides, but none on the others. You suspected Sevika must've helped her wrap it, being the gentle one-handed aunt she was

Gasping, you were met with a framed drawing of Isha, you and Jinx holding hands. It was drawn with crayons, and it had details too. Grass, trees, butterflies, and oddly shaped flowers too. And above each drawing of a person, she wrote names.

Isha, Mom, and Mama

So cute. But it made you think, since she believed you were her mama, did that mean?. Nah, it can't be, Jinx clearly isn't interested in stuff like that. She was just flirty, and touchy, but that's it

"She thinks I'm her mama. And you too. We're her mom's now?"

Laughing it off, you were silenced when Jinx looked at you like you had said something absurd

"Aren't we?"

"What?"

"Aren't we technically her moms?"

"We'd have to be together, Jinx"

"But we are...."

Puzzled, you parted your lips to speak, but nothing came out. What does she mean? You were together?. Since when?

"Since when..?"

"What?"

"Jinx, we're not together.....You never asked me"

"But we hug, and kiss!, fuck, we even sleep on the same bed sometimes!"

"Yeah, but we don't say 'I love you', or kiss on the lips!...Besides you never asked me"

"I thought.... I though it was us"

"Well.....haha..uhm...that's awkward"

Scratching your neck awkwardly, you avoided eye contact with Jinx. She looked upset. You didn't mean to make her upset, it's just that she had never asked you

"I think...I think I should head to bed now"

"Wait!....Before that...I have something to show you"

Finally looking at her, you watched her walk stiffly to the door, before looking at you and beckoning for you to follow her. Deciding to screw it all, you did, and she opened her car door for you, straight on the front seat

Getting in herself, Jinx didn't say a word, she just drove. And after a few minutes of awkwardly pretending that you were interested in the window, she finally came to stop, and got out to open the door for you

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise"

Jinx held her hand out for you to hold, but what caught your attention the most was the tender smile laying on her lips. Like you hadn't technically just rejected her earlier.

Taking her hand in yours, you squeezed it, and got out, closing your eyes like she told you. You felt Jinx guide you, until your feet made shuffling noises on the floor like you were walking on plants. She also constantly changed you direction, like she was avoiding trees. Where on Earth were you two going?

"Alright, we're here. Keep your eyes closed until I say so, Kay?"

With her words, you felt her touch on you leave, and her footsteps faded in the distance, but it was still there.

"Alright, open up!"

Opening your eyes, you had barely made them adjust in the dark, before a lever was pulled and lights burned bright. That's where you saw it, the old amusement park where you had first met Jinx. Unfortunately it was closed off after a while, and was abandoned in the forest

But now here it was, whirring with life, like it did back then. Jinx walked back to you, and linked your arms together, smiling at the awestruck expression on your face.

"So... Which ride we going on first?"

After two hours of filing around the system of the park, you and Jinx took the best for last. The ferris wheel. It wasn't fancy, and it didn't have roives like the ones in the big parks. But it was high enough to reach the top of the trees

"Trust me, the sunrise is gonna look awesome"

Giggling along with her, you placed your head on her shoulder. She didn't even tense up, didn't even flinch away

"You know....We can be together. If you ask me"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Looking at the sun in the distance, you waited for Jinx to respond. But she was silent, like she was thinking about something, contemplating something

"If I ask you now, would you say yes?"

"Only if you ask me"

Humming, Jinx held up your chin, and tilted it to make you look at her. She was so close. If you leaned in now, you could kiss her

"Then....Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to"

P

Placing your lips on hers, you felt Jinx let out a satisfied sigh against your lips, before she pushed back, and deepened the kiss. You were expecting it to be brief, and shy. But Jinx is anything but shy, instead, she placed hand in the back of your head and pulled you closer, damn near burying her tongue in your throat

Your precious moment was then cut off, when Jinx's phone rang. Pulling away, she cursed and smiled at you apologetically, to which you told her that was okay. Answering the call, you held her hand while her other held the phone by her ear

"What, Vi?"

And loudly, you heard Vi yell at the call...

"YOU LEFT THE DAMN OVEN ON!"

Wassup everyone!, Mallow returns!!. Anyway, Happy Birthday @jinxificada , and I wanna thank you for this fest. THIS MADE MY MONTH I SWEAR. Hope you like it! I made it too cheesy for me to read, so I hope it turns out good!

Mallow out!!

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