#but y’know just an fyi

[purgatorysanctuary]

Welcome to all who followed the blog. I’m just telling you now: Alastor/Vox and Pentious/Angel are my main ships. This is a warning.

[ricky-mortis]

S1 Pulp Musicals Gang my beloved

[franklyimissparis]

fun drinking game: watch paul mccartney interview compilations and drink every time he mentions john unprovoked and slightly off-topic

[voidthewanderer]

Only I would manage to drop a whole ass box of aloe juice on my foot and not feel the pain of it until the end of my shift.

[all54321]

Trait Sharing on the Empires Side

[AO3]

Been having Flower Husband thoughts so here’s something small from the trait sharing. Sorry if this is messy, the idea just came to came and I had to write it. In other news I’m kinda inspired to go back to working on some more Scarian post Scar gaining wings stuff. One having a really good example of just how much the soul bond is effecting everyone.

—————

Jimmy wakes to the sound of his communicator beeping, groaning as he sits up and stretches his wings. He’ll need to investigate what caused the pain now that he’s fully awake. But first, he pulls out his communicator, opening his chat to Pearl.

SolidarityGaming >>> PearlescentMoon

Pearl: Scar and Tango grew wings, you should go check on Scott.

Jimmy: What???

Pearl: I don’t know how or why, but Scar and Tango have wings now.

Pearl: I felt pain similar to what Grian felt when Scar grew wings so I’m assuming that’s from Scott.

Jimmy: Why do they have wings?

Pearl: Only idea is that we have wings.

Jimmy: That explains nothing.

Pearl: We can talk about this more later, you should go find Scott.

Jimmy: Right.

Pearl: Have fun teaching him how to fly!

Jimmy: ?

Pearl: It’s really fun to watch Scar and Tango attempt and fail.

Jimmy: Of course it is.

Jimmy: I’m heading to Chromia now.

Pearl: Alright

>>>><<<<

Jimmy pockets his communicator and begins to make his way toward Chromia, knowing that this takes precedence over everything else currently. He takes flight the moment he enters the nether, pushing himself to fly as fast as he can without hurting himself. Once he sees Chromia’s nether portal, he dives downwards, slowly. Jimmy’s always been the slowest to land, having thought his siblings crazy for diving as fast as they do. He doesn’t linger on the thought and quickly makes his way toward the house where Scott lives. Jimmy knocks on the door and waits anxiously.

The sound of something being knocked over reaches his ears just moments before the door opens. A rather disheveled Scott stares at him, snow-white wings partially spread behind him, feathers askew. “Jimmy?” he asks, confusion tinging his voice.

“So you did get wings,” he mumbles, eyes drawn to them.

Scott glances over his shoulders before meeting Jimmy’s eyes again, now even more confused, “you knew?”

“Pearl texted me that Scar and Tango have wings and that you probably do as well. So I’m here you make sure you’re alright.”

“Pearl said to?” Scott asks, voice sounding strange.

“Well, yeah? I didn’t know you would have grown wings otherwise.” Jimmy replies, now the one who’s confused.

“I see,” Scott murmurs, a look flashing in his eyes. It’s gone too quickly for Jimmy to be sure, but it looked like disappointment. Scott steps back, “come on in, pardon the mess, the wings are… unruly.”

Jimmy laughs lightly, stepping inside, “yeah, I bet.” He pauses as he looks around, noticing how much of a mess it is.

He turns around in time to see Scott grimace, “I’ve been working on it.”

“I guess first on the list of helping you adjust is that,” he replies with a small smile.

“That would be great, thanks.”

“It would be easier to start outside.”

“Right,” Scott says, opening the door again and stepping outside. “I’ve been trying to get them to cooperate for a while now.”

Jimmy follows him out, “it will probably go better with my help, and then-“ the words die on his tongue. His first instinct is to offer to help Scott preen his wings, but they’re not that close anymore. The only time they were intimate enough for that was in 3rd Life, and that was ages ago. Is it so far enough back to not matter anymore? “And then we’ll go from there,” Jimmy finishes lamely.

If Scott notices his hesitation, he doesn’t say, “that works.”

[sintreaties]

What do u think kirari redemption or punishment to kirari should be like..? (u know if u have recently read new kkg chapter and knowing kirari character)

I haven’t been following KKG too closely for almost two years. I have a nebulous idea of what’s going on — and I wish I knew even less given the astounding lack of diversity in the physiognomy of the Jabami family and the sudden existence of a ring (which, why? Of all the things, of all the tropes and clichés, why use a MacGuffin? Jesus Christ).

I’ve been quite disappointed in the way the story and its characters have been handled in the last two arcs. This current flashback to Yumeko’s past gives me very little hope that they’ll be able to give us (or at least, give me) a compelling ending. It is simply not a good build-up for me. It doesn’t make me care about what will or will not happen.

Either way, I honestly do not want a redemption arc for Kirari. Although of course I expect to see the consequences of her actions, I don’t care for a possible punishment (even if maybe that’s what she herself wants).

If all, I believe Kirari should try her best to do much worse.

Something bad enough that maybe Saotome finally gets a chance to be President now, but she considers refusing because the situation Kirari left her at Hyakkaou is just a hopeless warzone. All the while, I hope Kirari fucked off on her helicopter and is enjoying a second chance at being a normal kid where nobody knows her. And not even Ririka knows where her sister went, so now they will be forced to grow into their own persons. It will hurt, sure, but at the end, growing pains are normal, and thank God for that finally. And maybe Sayaka is in the same situation. Maybe she’s ll be left waiting for a signal from Kirari, like during the Choice Poker game, but because she had the chance to have some character developement, she’ll be able to accept it and live with the doubt.

And because Terano realizes all of this, she won’t care to hunt Kirari down. She’ll envy her, but if Kirari’s plan worked, if the Clan really has been destroyed, Terano herself will get her chance to finally live a normal life. Or she’ll be too busy desperatly trying to bring the Family back together, because she’s made it her life-goal. Giving up on it would mean giving up her raison d’être. She’ll be forced to live through her own trauma — and she won’t accept running away like Kirari, even if that would be the right thing for herself.

I want things to fall apart, because Kirari was the center of it all, and despite the fact that some of her actions were outright criminal, she did bring a sense of stability in the reality she had built around her power. No matter what happens to her, the consequences will prevent all the other characters from enjoying the new-found normalcy without her.

Nothing too optimistic, nothing too negative: in the gray area, like the rest of the story.

I really just want one last huge early-KKG style plot twist — something that hopefully won’t involve a fucking ring.

[dontwanderoff]

imagine the person i’d be if i wasn’t scared of wearing short skirts

[meowzfordayz]

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀 

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!” 

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!” 

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

…

Tengen starts running 

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?” 

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

[canichangemyblogname]

Me: “You see that article they featured on what’s her name?” My coworker: “Mmh. I heard about it. [Coworker] told me.” Me: “He already knew?” Her: “His friend- Zach- is at the Capitol right now.” Me: “Zach???” Her: “Ice nipples.” Me: “Ah. That Zach.”

[wyrdle]

I was compelled to draw the stupid old people dslfkjgnsd.

Anyway, AU where the profs actually stick around and eventually become teachers at the Academy I guess. My dumb wild brain idea was that Clavell had the bright idea of "Since the time machine project is dashed y’know what we should do? We shgould all go work at the Academy.” Jacq was pulled along on similar train of thought (I think he only joined the tera orb project a little later as a trainee, but wasn’t close enough to the profs to hear about their time machine thingy unlike Clavell).

Clavell and Turo are very much on the same page of being old men who are shit at modern day culture. Sada on the other hand...  she revels in their dumbness. Poor Arven lol. I’m thinking they might be teaching assistants/only teaching part time. Maybe working on experiments that eventually lead to Koraidon and Miraidon being lab created rather than time machine pulled.

They basically take up the currently empty other half of Clavell’s office, the labs! And yes I ship all three of them together lmao. Imagine the chaos lkjsdfg. Also the shenanigans to be had there after school hours, if you get my meaning lol. I’m sorry lsdfkjsd. My nsfw twitter account will hold more poly junk in the future I guess (No minors please.)

Also FYI I’m running with my idea that the AI professors we see are actually just their youthful appearances frozen in time. In present day, the actual profs would be aging, sort of looking like this.

[ladamedusoif]

Hot Chocolate (Marcus Pike x gn!reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 3

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist. FYI: I'm having so much trouble with taglists at the moment that I'm not going to use them for now - if you want to keep updated, turn on notifications for my posts.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1280 words

Warnings: Implied smut, some heavy making out, Marcus being an adorable foodie romantic art nerd, fluff city. No use of Y/N and no physical descriptions of Reader whatsoever. 

Summary: Snowed in and forced to stay over at your colleague’s Georgetown apartment, Marcus whips up a sweet treat to keep you warm.

“I don’t have much by way of dessert,” Marcus muses from the kitchen, where he’s peering into his fridge. 

You finish gathering the last of the takeout boxes from his dining table and begin cleaning them out at the sink. “You’ve given me a room for the night, Marcus, I don’t need dessert. Hey, where’s your recycling bin?” 

He gestures to a cupboard near the sink and leans back on the counter, thinking. “Actually, would you like some hot chocolate? I think I’ve got everything I need.”

Everything he needs?, you think, wondering what more you could possibly need for hot chocolate beyond some powdered mix and milk. Marshmallows, if you were feeling fancy.

“Sure, sounds good to me.” 

He grins in delight and starts rummaging in a cupboard, emerging with bars of dark chocolate and a jar of ground cinnamon, before delving into the fridge and retrieving milk and heavy cream. A heavy-bottomed saucepan is produced and positioned on the hob as Marcus mutters something about finding his grater.

This isn’t going to be cheap-ass powdered mix, is it.

Alright, full disclosure: if someone hooked you up to a polygraph machine and asked you if you had a teeny tiny harmless little workplace crush on Marcus Pike, you’d have to answer in the affirmative.

And who wouldn’t? He was kind and funny, and smart as hell, quietly undertaking a PhD in art history and cultural policy at Georgetown while continuing to work full-time. He was one of the few people in the team who actually kept up with the art world, regularly seeking you out after a new show opened at the National Gallery to exchange your thoughts on it over coffee in the canteen. 

The fact that he was also really cute didn’t hurt, either. 

When snow and ice blocked the routes out of DC back to your place in Alexandria, leaving you stranded, Marcus immediately suggested that you stay over at his place. See? Kind. 

“I’ll be fine, Marcus, really,” you’d protested, searching for hotel rooms in the city and recoiling when you saw the prices - and the lack of options. “Anyway, isn’t your place a one-bed?”

Marcus shrugged. “I’ve got a big couch, spare blankets and pillows, and I won’t stand by and see you hunkering down here for the night. C’mon. We’ll get takeout - I know a great little Korean place.”

He carefully grates the dark chocolate into a bowl while you whisk most of the cream. 

“Y’know, I really thought you were going to pull out a couple of sachets of Swiss Miss? I should have known better.”

Marcus chuckles to himself and checks the saucepan of milk. “Usually I’m a Swiss Miss kinda guy, I have to admit. But when you have guests, you do the Viennese hot chocolate. I like to make a fuss.”

You hold out the bowl of cream for him to inspect and he nods, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. You put it down and fold your arms as you watch him work.

“Is it really Viennese, or is that just a name they use to make it sound all fancy?”

He laughs and looks at you in mock horror. “Of course it’s really Viennese! I even had it for the first time in Vienna.” Marcus takes the saucepan off the heat and adds the chocolate along with some sugar, a little cinnamon, and a dash of heavy cream. He begins to whisk the mixture carefully.

“It was one summer when I was a student - I had almost no money, but I did have one of those European Interrail tickets and I tried to see as much great art as I could. Took an overnight train to Vienna to see the Klimts at the Belvedere.” He pauses his whisking to assess the texture, then resumes.

“Like I said, I was down to my last few dollars - or Euros, or whatever the currency was at the time - but the one thing I was gonna do besides see the Klimts was go to a real Viennese café.”

The hot chocolate is frothy now, thick and glossy. Marcus nods in the direction of a cupboard and you open it, finding some mugs.

“So I’m guessing you got to a café.”

He turns off the stove and smiles at the memory. “Sure did. Café Central. It was like something out of a Stefan Zweig novel.” He takes a ladle out of a drawer and proceeds to fill the mugs with the steaming chocolate. “And I had a mug of something a bit like this - but much, much better - and a slice of apple strudel, and it was heaven.”

Marcus finishes off the chocolate by placing a large dollop of whipped cream in each mug, and hands one to you.

“This is…incredible. I don’t think I can ever go back to Swiss Miss.”

Marcus chuckles and sips his chocolate, sitting beside you on the couch. “I’m glad you like it. Perfect drink for a snowed-in night.”

You take another deep draught of the delicious, smooth drink and hum happily to yourself. “And I’m checking out flights to Vienna first chance I get.”

He looks at you intently. “Uh, you’ve… uh…”

You can see a giggle rising in his chest. He can’t suppress it, and he laughs out loud. 

“Why is the thought of me going to Vienna so funny to you?”

Marcus’s expression shifts to one of concern and he quickly shakes his head. “No, that sounds wonderful - you’ll love it - it’s just…” He reaches over and gently rubs the tip of your nose with his thumb, removing a large blob of whipped cream. “You had a little, uh, something.”

“Oh. Oh. I’m sorry.” You look down into your mug, a little embarrassed, but try to lighten the mood. “Feels like we’re in a scene from a cheesy holiday movie, y’know?”

He quirks his head. “How so?”

“Oh, you know. The whole ‘one character has whipped cream or something on their face and the other has to swipe it away and then…’”

You stop short, realising what you were about to say - and becoming very aware of just how close you are to him now.

Marcus’s voice is warm and low. “And then?”

Is he moving closer?

“And then… um. And then they usually, uh…”

He finishes your sentence by leaning in and kissing you, softly, gently at first. Your breath hitches as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. 

He breaks away for a second, staying close. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s…it’s great.” 

He takes your mug and puts it on the coffee table before cradling your face in his big hands and leaning in to kiss you again: a little harder, now, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth as your hands reach for his body and you lean back on the couch. 

You moan and whine with pleasure as you feel Marcus’s hands caressing your body, taste the bittersweetness of the chocolate on his lips and tongue. As he moves his mouth to your neck, sucking and nibbling and licking his way along the sensitive skin, you begin to unbutton his shirt and reach for his belt buckle.

“Marcus?”

He looks up for an instant, hair tousled and eyes as deep and dark and shiny as perfect hot chocolate.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch tonight. You’re keeping me warm in bed.”

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[dokidokitsuna]

The Happy Family

Finally did a basic ref sheet for these three…I wanted a new alt design for Elfy in the next episode, and I figured, while I’m at it I might as well bring back his parents’ classic designs and get those down too.

So, clearly, the next installment of The Dream Discoveries Tour is going to feature another “family discussion”-- the final one in the story. And the only one that Forgo gets to join in on (kinda)! ^^ We’ll finally have all 4 major characters speaking in the same chapter, and I’m really looking forward to it~.

While I’m here, let me hit you with some final family fun facts:

Carol and Leon are not romantically involved, just FYI. They’re just a couple of besties who decided to co-parent a genetically-modified alien child. ^^ Y’know, as one does.

Everyone in Lab Discovera dresses from a standardized set of ‘athleisure’ clothes manufactured for its live-in staff, Elfilin included. However, a few of Elfilin’s clothes (like this T-shirt, and his trademark blue hoodie) are direct hand-me-downs from Leon-- clothes he used to wear when he was younger and a little less muscular.

Obviously, Elfilin is closer with Leon than he is with Carol (and vice versa). But he actually gets more of his personality from Carol, and thinks of her as the technically “safer” guardian.

^This is mostly because she’s the more consistent parent, having better control over her emotions and being more straightforward with Elfilin during stressful times. Meanwhile, Leon usually just pretends to be happy, oversells it, and eventually becomes distant when he can’t pretend anymore. Basically, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and as Elfilin gets older he notices more of these emotional “hiccups”, and they make him nervous and distrusting. He loves his dad to hell and back, but deep down he doesn’t think he’s reliable.

[pedal-writes]

Homesick (2)

A/N: This one is a bit longer despite it honestly being filler but yk I gotta keep the grind up guys 🙏 oh yeah, don't mind the obligatory fanfic bestie, she isn't gonna have that big a role after this don't worry guys, big peepaw robot will only be on the mind soon lolz

Oh yeah and I added some dialogue from the book in here bc it's easier to translate that then movie dialogue so I'm gonna switch between the both of those, just an FYI!

It’s been about a week or so since you arrived in L.A.. Like Sam boasted about, he managed to get a car, a yellow camero to be exact. It was amusing how much he rubbed it in your face as if you didn’t get a car when you were literally his age. But you weren’t that bothered by his sudden load of cockiness and was just happy he managed to get some independence for himself. 

Today, Felicity wanted to meet up with you  and catch up over some dinner and maybe a shopping spree at the mall. She had been talking about it all week but couldn’t see you until now since she hasn’t found a good time to take off from work. You went through your suitcase and found a few cute clothing items that screamed casual but also girls night (more like day) out. As you picked up your purse and made sure all of your essentials were inside, you made your way out of your bedroom and down the stairs. A small chuckle left your lips when you heard your parents muffled voices bickering outside. They were working on the yard for the past few hours and your mom would constantly harp on what your dad did wrong. It was a little funny honestly. 

Suddenly, you felt someone walk past you and a muffled sorry escaped their lips. You glanced over in confusion and saw Sam go into the garage. You snorted and decided to follow him, out of pure curiosity. As you walk into the garage and lean on the door frame, Sam scrambled to find his keys. “Hey Sam, what’s goin’ on?”

Sam glances over, his demeanor dropping a bit in annoyance. “I’m uh, going to this lake party. Miles is gonna come with me so y’know…”

“Wait, you got invited to an actual party?” You responded with a twinge of surprise in your voice. “No offense.”

“I mean not… officially. It’s a public place, anyone can go to the lake.” Sam said, making his way past you and towards one of the back doors. “And why are you so done up? You don’t usually wear clothes that nice.”

“Wh— Okay I’m going to ignore that you just said that. Anyways, Felicity is gonna pick me up in a few because she wanted to catch up since we haven’t seen each other in like forever.” You say as you adjust the purse hanging on your shoulder. As the name ‘Felicity’ leaves your mouth, Sam groans over dramatically and turns towards you. “You’re seriously still friends with that girl?”

“Duh! She’s my best friend Sam.” 

“Yeah, more like she’s the best at being annoying. She would literally come here every single day after school and you two would talk about whatever girl problems you two had and by the way, I heard everything. The walls are very thin in this house.” Sam opened up the door and began to walk out. “I have no idea how mom and dad even tolerated it because I didn’t! You guys didn’t even listen to me when I complained.” He rants irritably, making his way towards the driveway.

“But she had a troubled home life! I was the only one there for her. And she hasn’t spent the night here since I was in high-school. That was, what, five years ago?” You explained as you followed close behind him. Both of you managed to step onto your father’s, Ron’s, lawn. “You two, I do not like footprints on my grass. Please step onto the very nice path I ever so carefully laid down.” 

“Oh, sorry dad.” You mumbled and retraced your steps. You could practically hear Sam’s eye role as he begrudgingly did the same. “Mom, seriously, could you stop putting jewelry on Mojo? He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua without you pimping him every day.”

Judy frowned at her son. “You know I don’t like for you to use that term,” She scolded. 

“Maybe you should put him back in the dryer, hon.” Ron said playfully. 

You glanced towards your mother with a confused expression. “Wait, that’s how Mojo broke his leg? Mom, you told me he jumped off the counter and fell weird.”

“I– I was ashamed, it’s embarrassing. And It was an accident, Ron! I didn’t know he fell asleep in the laundry basket. You know how hard he is to see sometimes.” Judy reached down and picked up the small dog, cuddling him close to her chest despite Mojo’s frantic means to escape her grasp.  “How’s your little leggy-weggy, huh, tough guy?” She cooed.

Hearing a small buzz come from your phone, you grab it from your pocket and see a message from Felicity. 

‘I’m here nerd :P GET UR ASS OUT HERE!!’ 

“Oh uh, Felicity’s here. I’ll see you guys later. And have fun at your lake party, SAM.” You walk back into the house and hear a cut off ‘shut up’ as you close the door behind you. From the windows at the front of the house, you see that familiar white convertible parked in front of the house and excitedly open the front door, locking it behind you. 

“Hey you! Long time no see.” Felicity said, resting her sunglasses on top of her head. You walk towards the car and open the door to sit inside. “Yeah, it’s certainly been awhile.” You lean over and give Felicity a hug, cringing slightly at the amount of perfume she’s wearing. 

“So how are you? How’s your job?” Pulling away, she starts the car and drives down the neighborhood’s street. “I’m doing alright. I uh… quit my job. Some stuff happened with another coworker and I just couldn’t work there anymore.” You hesitantly answered, fidgeting with the strap of your purse. 

“Oh snap. Was it like a creepy coworker thing or…” 

“No no, nothing like that. Well I guess… kinda. It’s complicated. I had no idea what this guy’s problem with me was but he wouldn’t leave me alone! Always harassed me before, during, and after work. I tried to report him to H.R. but since he was positions above me, they just gave him a slap on the wrist.” You paused for a few moments and felt your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “So one morning, I was so pent up I… hit him. Like punched him, really hard. I’m pretty sure I broke his nose and screwed up my hand really badly. It was a stupid thing, really…” 

Felicity stayed quiet for a few seconds before a smile creeped onto her face. “That is so badass.”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “It was not badass!” 

“It so was! You were like ‘you want a piece of me?! Bam!’ and then the creep went down. I bet he never bothered you again after that, huh?” She quipped, that same dumb smile resting on her face. 

“No, he didn’t. But it cost me my job! It’s just really unprofessional.”

“But didn’t you quit it?”

You sighed. “I quit out of embarrassment, before they would inevitably fire me.”

“Oh. Well, since you’re so smart, I’m confident you’ll find another one. Maybe one without a weirdo guy.” 

“Yeah, I hope so.” You rested your elbow against the hard material on the door and laid your head against your cheek, staring at the passing buildings and people with a mopey expression. You really were disappointed you lost a job that both perfectly matched your interests and paid highly. Maybe after being in L.A. for a few weeks will raise your spirits enough to start job hunting again, and get out of this weird depressive funk that’s been preventing you from doing so. 

Felicity noticed your change in attitude and cleared her throat, changing the subject. “So I’ve been following this one news blog and apparently there are some high tensions between the U.S. and some other countries for some reason. I really hope a war doesn’t start because that would be, like, really bad.” She says, glancing between you and the road ahead of her. 

“Oh yeah,” You sit up again and look at her. “I’ve seen stuff like that on the news. If a war does start, they would start drafting people right?”

Slowly the restaurant came into view and Felicity pulled the car into the parking lot. “Pretty sure, but only boys though. Woohoo for us I guess… Speaking of boys, how’s Sam doing?” 

“He’s doing fine. He got a car recently, It’s kind of a piece of junk though. And he also still hates you.” 

Felicity laughed as she pulled into an empty parking space. “Yeah I figured. Should I apologize to him? Since I kind of invaded your personal life for a good while.” She turned off the car and stepped out, grabbing her purse. You think about it and eventually nod, also exiting the vehicle. ”He’s annoying for sure but I’m gonna say yes. I care about the both of you and I don’t want any bad tension between you two, as funny as it is.” 

“I’ll remember that. Oh, and when we get in here, only one alcoholic beverage. Cause I am not dragging your drunk ass out of here like last time.” She playfully bumped her shoulder into yours and opened the front door for you. 

“What that– It was my 21st birthday! That’s not fair. I even said I wouldn’t do something like that again.” You argued.

“Riiight, okay. Just get in here.” You rolled your eyes and mumbled a ‘whatever’, to which Felicity chuckled. 

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It was already night time when you and Felicity were done shopping at the mall. She was a bit of a bad influence considering how overboard you went with the shopping, with her excuse being ‘you’ll probably rarely get chances to visit Cali again so make it worth your while!’ But despite the amount of money you spent, you deemed it worth it considering you found the cutest pair of Uggs. As the two of you walked down the sidewalk, You let out a small sigh as you realized how far away Felicity had actually parked. It was a Saturday night so of course the mall was packed, so it made sense for her to park a block or two away. 

What you both didn’t know was that there was a looming police car in the distance behind you, slowly creeping. 

“Remember that one time in sophomore year when you liked that one jock-y kind of guy and during valentines day, you went up to give him a valentine and literally fell on your face?” You laughed, adjusting the bags in your hands so they wouldn’t be as uncomfortable in your hands.

“Oh my god, that was so embarrassing! It gives me second-hand embarrassment just thinking about it.” Felicity shivered.

“Hey, at least he asked if you were ok, even if he rejected you afterwards…”

“Ugh, can we talk about something else? Please?”

Soon, Felicity’s car came into view and you both crossed the street with urgency. As you put your bags in the backseat and got into the car, your brows furrowed at the police car parked beside the sidewalk you and Felicity were just walking. “Uh, Was that Cop car always there?” You pointed out to your friend. 

“Mm, yeah no. I’m pretty sure he just drove up. He’s probably keeping a look out for thieves or junkies or something.” She replied, starting the car and beginning to pull out of the parking space. “Unless, you’re the thief.” 

You playfully scoffed. “I wouldn’t steal anything!”

“I’m just joshing with you.” Felicity patted your back and drove down the dark street. A few minutes would pass before you would see that same cop car following behind you two from that same far distance as before. You brushed it off, he was probably just driving to get something to eat or go back to the station. But as Felicity turned the car a few more times and the car still didn’t change its direction, you started to get a little anxious. 

“Felicity, that cop car is legitimately following us now.” You mumble, staring into the rear view mirrors with a small pit in your stomach. 

“What? Should I pull over?” She replied in a worried manner. 

“I don’t think so… He would turn his lights on or–or yell at us to pull over by now.” 

Felicity decided to take a different way to your house and went down a darkened street with almost no streets nor people, to try and maybe lose him. The two of you still kept your eyes on the rear view lights before the car suddenly stopped. It sat there for a few seconds before making a U-turn and going back the way it entered, almost like it was being called by something. You both sighed in relief, “Thank god…” You muttered. 

“That was really weird… Do you think he was gonna kidnap us or something?” Felicity looked at you with wide eyes.

The thought irked you a bit and you shook your head. “I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go home.”

Felicity nodded understandably and went back onto the regular route to your house. The ride wasn’t that long and as the car drove down your neighborhood’s street, the familiar shape of your family's home came into view. “Thank you for coming to hang out with me, I really missed you. And I’m sorry it ended weird with the whole cop thing…” Felicity said with a small frown on her face. 

You huffed, leaning in and giving her a hug. “It’s okay. At least he left us alone and I got to spend some time with you.” You pulled away and smiled, to which she returned. You reached in the back and grabbed your bags, stepping out and closing the car door with your hip. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, please get home safe Fel.” 

“Will do, tell your parents I said hi!” With that, Felicity started her car again and drove down the street. You watched her drive away for a few seconds before going into your house. When you opened your door, it was dark and you were pretty sure your parents were asleep. You walked up the stairs and you heard Sam’s muffled talking coming  from his room. Something about how leaving someone behind at the lake wasn’t that big a deal and to ‘get over it.’ 

You snorted and headed towards your room, setting your bags down and closing the door. It was a bit late but you could probably still squeeze a shower in, considering you felt a bit sweaty from walking outside all that time. You took off your shoes and grabbed your towel off of the door, walking back into the hallway and into the bathroom. You didn’t want the shower to be too long considering how late it is so you moved with a sense of urgency, getting out after about 20 minutes. 

After getting into some jammies and aggressively drying your hair with your towel, you flop into bed and sort of reminisce about the past day. While you were really happy you got to see your best friend again, you felt a bit irked out by that cop car following you and Felicity. There really was no rational explanation to justify why that car was following you so it was probably either a creepy guy who stole a police car, or worse, a creepy cop. The thought creeped you out and you sat up, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your eyes dart over to under your door and you see a little bit of light that was coming from Sam’s room. That gave you an idea. You grabbed a blanket and a pillow and made your way out of your room. You stopped at Sam’s door and knocked. The sound of approaching footsteps were heard and the door opened, Sam standing there with a neutral expression. “What’s up?” 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” You hesitantly asked, honestly feeling a little childish. 

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re a grown woman, with your own room, and I need my privacy. So if you don't mind—” As he closed the door, you gently stopped it with your hand and gave him a saddened look. “Please Sam, I don’t think I want to be alone right now.” 

His eyes widened slightly and he sighed, opening the door fully and letting you enter. You found an empty spot on the carpeted floor and threw your pillow down, sitting down beside it. “So… Did something bad happen today?” Sam asked, walking over and sitting on his bed. 

“No—well, yeah I guess. Felicity and I were on our way over here and this cop car was just slowly driving after us. I didn’t think much of it at first until Felicity turned a few times and that car was still behind us. We were panicking and I thought ‘oh my god i’m going to die’ before the creep stopped and turned around. It wasn’t fun, like at all.” As you talked, you laid your head down against your pillow and pulled your blanket over you, looking over at your brother. 

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. That sounds freaky.” Sam said with a frown. 

“Yeah it certainly was. I’m just glad we managed to get out of there without getting hurt or worse… Anyways, I’m gonna change the subject now. How was the lake party?” 

Sam grinned at the question. “You won’t believe it when I tell you, cause it’s that unbelievable.” 

“Spill.” 

“Mikaela Banes actually got into my car and I drove her home, in my car!” 

You sat up with a bewildered expression. “Bullshit!” 

“I’m serious!” 

The two of you talked and laughed for a little while after that and soon drifted off to sleep, you forgetting about the mildly upsetting events that transpired today. A few hours had passed of peaceful slumber until you heard a car revving and Sam running out his door in a hurry. You were still a bit dazed and your tired mind registered it as nothing, so you quickly fell back to sleep.

[sierranumberonehater]

to my great dismay, I discovered that Noah, and Emma, are supposed to be a thing this season (??????????)

Noah, and EMMA, EMMA of all people, why Emma (EW EMMA) Emma is such a bad character, ok?! She’s literally a carbon copy of of Amy from the last season (this one is amy fyi), and you know what? She’s just a shitty cross, between Courtney and Heather, and did Noah ever show interest in either of them? NO! HE DIDN’T! HE FUCKING DIDN’T!!! He didn’t care about any of them! So why is he now getting *googly eyes* over some fuckin’ piece of shit in a dainty little skirt (I forgot that it was kitty who wore the skirt when I made this im sorry i was heated)!?!?!!! Because it’s not in his fucking character, okay?!? That’s not who Noah is! Noah.. is.. a is PURE, and faithful to Cody, because.. because Cody is beautiful, and also pure, and.. together they make NoCo, which is even more pure.. and... and AAAUGH! I feel like this happened, just because.... the producers, of the show realized how much people liked Noah and Owen’s friendship, so they wanted to bring him back, but they needed to add something interesting to him character, to y’know, keep it from being the same thing from last season, so instead of putting in something fuckin’ interesting, THEY SETTLE ON GOD DAMN EMMA! FORCED ROMANCE!!! It... just... I don’t like it! I don’t like it! the only reason that this happened, is because the producers of the show went on the internet, and they saw all this NoCo fanart, this beautiful NoCo fanart, and they said to themselves “we can’t let this go on a moment longer, we HAVE to make Noah straight”, and y’know, that personally OFFENDS me as a human being, because NoCo is what gives me life, and.. and puts MEANING into my soul, and y’know, to have the producers of the show CRUSH my hopes and dreams like that!!?!?!

[k1ttykatsu]

CHRISTMAS SUCKS- jxdn

pairings: bakugokatsuki x femblkreader !

summary: christmas sucks without you.

warnings: vouyrism, slight feet, car fingering, spit, daddy kink, missionary, doggy,choking, hair pulling. biting, scratching, slapping,choking, creampie

bakugo katsuki hates christmas. he hates the decorations, hates the cheeriness, hates the music, hates the movies but most of all…he hates the loneliness.

bakugo katsuki was already aggravated because of all his friends being so excited about the holidays but now he has to go to a christmas party hosted by shitty hair and racoon eyes?

bullshit!

“you gotta come bro, everyone’s coming, including y/n” kirishima says over the phone. bakugo rolls his eyes before thinking about it. being at a party with y/n or staying home….

“fine i’ll go” he decides he’d rather see y/n then just sit in his house drowning in sorrow. “well fyi, the dress code is ‘santa casual’”. what the fuck does that even mean?

bakugo shakes his head before closing his eyes. “the fuck is that?” he asks as he rubs his temple’s, showing obvious signs of being stressed out. “you gotta wear santa attire bro, santa hat…santa jacket, y’know” kirishima eggs on trying to get his best friend to understand.

“mkay, i got it shitty hair” bakugo doesn’t wait for kirishima to respond before hanging up on him. muttering a quick ‘fuck’ before throwing his phone on his kitchen island. bakugo had no idea what he was going to do. 

“good morning bakugo” you say cheerfully over the phone. it's currently 9:05am and bakugo just came back from his morning run, so getting your phone call was definitely unexpected.

“what’s wrong?” he sits at the kitchen island ready to hear you rant about whatever you want, because he was willing to listen only if it came from you.

“i just heard that you're coming to the christmas party.” you voice is as sweet as a honey as it flowed through his phone speakers. “yea, shitty hair roped me into going” your laugh is heard through his speakers instantly making his heart skip two beats.

“well i hope i’ll see you tonight” you say teasingly over the phone before he hangs up. bakugo let’s out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. he quickly stands up and walks to his room to figure out what the fuck he’s gonna wear.

he goes through his wardrobe and finds a pair of black jeans and decides to pair it with a pair of black doc’s. “santa jacket” he scoffs before rolling his eyes.

bakugo quickly picks up his phone before unlocking it and going straight to kirishimas contact.

i don’t have a santa jacket….

i knew this was gonna happen, i brought an extra one!

k

bakugo makes his way to the bathroom to take a shower. he starts to undress himself as quickly as possible so he could just get in and get out.

after his shower bakugo does his skin routine and begins to get dressed. “fuckin party” he mutters as he begins to put on his skin tight black shirt. once his pants and shirt is on he begins to put in jewelry, a simple gold chain and a gold watch.

he sprays himself with his versace men, before checking himself out in the mirror making sure he looks good.

he grabs his phone and stuffs it in his pocket before putting on his black north face, making sure he has his keys before walking out his house and into his garage. he gets in his glossy black jeep wrangler before pulling off.

loud music feels his ears as he pulls up to kirishima and mina’s shared house. “fuckin loud” he mummers to himself as we walks up to the porch, deciding not to knock on the door since nobody would hear it anyways.

“bakubroooo, welcome!” kirishima shouts as bakugo walks through the door. “shut up” bakugo shoots at him making kirishima laugh.

“the jacket is up stairs in my room, go get it” kirishima points up stairs to his room and patting bakugo’s back, sending him off.

bakugo makes his way through his bestfriends house filled with drunk sweaty people, swaying their hips to the loud non-christmas music. the smell of liquor and weed overwhelming him a bit as he walks up the short amount of steps.

bakugo makes it to the room and instantly sees the red santa jacket laying on kirishimas bed. he picks up the red jacket and puts it on before fixing it up a bit. he walks over to a full body length mirror and examines how he looks before letting out a ‘tut’.

he makes his way down stairs thinking of you made it here yet, what you're wearing, and how you're wearing it.

it was no secret that bakugo has the fattest crush since your u.a days. the two of you were definitely flirty with each other but it’s never gone further than that.

“bakugo hurry up!” mina’s chipper voice is heard through the loud crowd making bakugo roll his eyes. he makes his way through the crowd faster so he doesn’t have to hear her annoying voice again.

bakugo makes it to the group and chuckles a bit seeing his friends in costumes. “dunce didn’t get the memo?” he looks at denki’s body clad in an elf costume. denki puts his head down in shame while everyone laughs at him. but bakugo’s laughs stops when he sees you.

your body wrapped in a very short fluffy santa dress, black knee high chunky boots giving you a few extra inches but not too much. your straight black hair with white highlights being covered by a santa hat that has your name plastered on the fluffy white part.

“shit” he mutters under his breath praying to god that nobody heard him. “oh katsuki!” you make your way over to him slowly before stopping in your tracks, you throw him a big smile showing off your pearly white teeth.

“sup dumbass” you push your body against his as you pull his body into a big hug, even with your boots on you still have to tippy toe to be able to kiss him on his cheek. you feel his arms wrap around your waist  as his cheeks heat up against your lips.

“i missed you, haven’t seen you in weeks” you exclaim as you stand next to him. slowly examining his outfit as you wait for his response.

“mhm” he looked down at you throwing you a smirk that had you thanking god that he can’t see your cheeks heat up. “where’d you get the hat from?” he asked, flicking the little white fluffy ball making you let out a small giggle. “my niece made it for me” you look up with those pretty eyes that he adored so much.

he shimmy’s his wallet out his pants before going in to fish out a $2000 yen (= $20 bill.) handing you the money and smirking. “tell her to make me one with dynamite on the front.” but before you could respond he was walking away leaving you there with the money in your hand.

a couple hours later and everyone’s conversing with each other and enjoying everyone’s company but bakugo was enjoying your company the most. “the eggnog is soo good kiri!” you compliment the man’s spiked eggnog that he made. “thanks, you should offer bakubro some…he looks a little uptight” you and kirishima laugh at his words but he’s right.

you pour him a glass and walk over to the uptight man sitting on the full couch. when you make your way over to him and he looks up to you when you block his vision. “eggnog” you say simply and hand it to him with a smile. he takes it out of your hands and brings it to his lips taking a cautious sip before the cool drink floods his mouth making him want more.

he brings the cup away from his mouth and licks his lips slowly and seductively. “shits good” he says before manspreading against the couch, watching your eyes watch him. “wish i could sit and talk but it’s no space” you look around the couch at your friends talking and making out with each other.

bakugo eyes brighten up and before you know it your sitting in his lap. your eyes widen and you let out a quick gasp from him catching you off guard. “what?” he says nonchalantly as you sit sideways your back face denki and jirou who were no doubt making out, and you could see kirishima looking at you two from across the room.

you shake your head and flip your hair a bit trying to act like it didn’t affect you. you hear him chuckle before you feel your hat being snatched off your head. you turn around slightly and see katsuki putting your hat on with your name on it. “really katsuki” you whine as you fix your hair quickly.

but then you think about his teasing and if he wants to tease you could tease him back. you quickly shift your hips so now you’re straddling the man’s thick thighs. his eyes widen as his hands grip your waist.

you got em.

“what’s wrong katsu?” you ask teasingly as you shift your hips a bit making the man let out a low groan. “what are you doing, shitty woman?” his hands grip your hips harder making you whine. “katsuu, are you okay?” you whisper in his ear, your hands making their way to his face.

“nothing” he says, simply stiffening up when your hand holds his jaw. “katsu you feel hot, your face is burning up and your cheeks are so red” you sit up a bit dragging your hips a little forward making you feel what was his problem.

“oh katsuu” you giggle as you feel his hard cock from under his jeans straightening beneath your clothed cunt. he flicks your hands off his face catching you off guard, you feel his frustration seething through his body.

“i don’t know what shitty game you're playing but stop it” his voice was stern and serious making you laugh. “i’m not playing no’ game katsuki” you shoot back looking at him with a challenging look.

“y/n i’m not playing” you feel his hand sneak it’s way to your thigh, finding your underwear that sits up on your hip, playing with the stringy piece of cloth.

“kats” you say a bit breathlessly. “a thong? really?” he laughs as you look at him with confusion in your eyes. you roll your eyes before bringing your face closer to his, your hand coming up to his face, your thumb on his plump bottom lip, pulling it down before watching it snap back into place.

“such pretty lips katsu” you whisper as his hands still against your thigh. “yours is a hell of a lot prettier sweetheart” your heart skips a beat and you shift your hips making his eyes roll back. “fuck” he groans as he looks at you again, this time with lust deep inside his red irises.

“you okay katsu?” you ask as you lean forward, giving him a good look of your tits trying to escape that little number that you have on. enough is enough, katsuki has waited too long, and he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

he grips your hips and moves his head forward, smashing his plump lips against yours. your lips melt into his naturally, like you were meant to do this, your body’s moving together throughout the kiss making it more heated as the two of you suck each others tongues.

bakugo moans into your mouth as he thrust his hips into yours making you grip his hair that’s peeking from under the christmas hat tight. “katsu, pleasee” you whine in his ear as his lips trail down your neck, sucking and leaving little kisses as he meets your top left tit.

“wanna go somewhere private sweetheart?” wanna take it back to my place?” you nod your head as his lips make it back to yours. “please katsu” you moan into his mouth as he stands you up so he could situate himself.

you feel like you're on cloud, love is the only thing on your brain as he stands up and grabs your hand, bringing you along with him. “where’s your shit?” he asks as you you walk over to the bar where kirishima stands. “only came in this , my car is pretty warm” you walk over to kirishima who has this biggest smirk on his face.

“see you two made small talk” kirishima laughs at his comment before seeing bakugo roll his eyes and you inch into him some more. “um can my car stay here for the night, i suddenly got a ride” you emphasize on the ride part making kirishima laugh harder.

“yea of course, y’know i got you” before you could thank him bakugo is snatching you away from him and making a b-line for the door. you laugh at the quickness of the man and he pushes you out the door.

the cold wind making you instantly freeze up, the wind picking up your skirt as you stand in place looking for his car. “all your ass out” he mummers under his breath as he grabs your hand and drags you towards his car.

“so rough katsu” you roll your eyes before following him towards his car by force. once the two of you make it he unlocks it and opens your door before shoving you in the passenger seat before running over to the driver side.

turning on the ignition he pulls out of his parking spot and speeds off. “katsuuu, i’m hungry” you whine as he focus on the rode. “fuck, i have food at my house” he tries to bargain but you won’t budge. “i was supposed to stay and eat some of mina’s famous chicken wings, but i got dragged off instead” you taunt as your hands move there way from the car console and onto his raging hard-on.

“okay i’ll get us takeout” he says slowing down his car as he pulls over to see where the closest japanese restaurant was. since he was using only one hand you take the one closer to you and bring it to your side of the car.harmlessly.

you start to play with his fingers before bringing them closer to your body. you finally bring them down to your clothed cunt, pressing his index finger to your hot mound. you gasp loudly as his finger presses harder against you making your eyes shut tightly.

his finger slides down your soaked thong before pulling it slightly, letting it go to snap against your wet sex. “katsuki!” you moan out as you shift your hips against his finger. “you think yer’ so slick” he comments before pulling your thong down completely.

his fingers naturally go to work, splitting you open with his fingers as he begins to drive again. “if you wanted my finger, you could have just said so” he says as he makes a U turn down the street.  your sweet cries turning him on more.

as he rubs your clit you knew you were gonna have the best orgasm you’ve ever had. “katsuki!” you moan once he quickly rubs your mound. the sounds of your moans and the squelch of your pussy being the only thing heard in the car.

“pussy’s so loud baby” he looks over to you before placing a smack on your pussy. your body jolts form the impact and you let out a loud moan. “katsu please! mm so closee” you whine as you close your eyes. the pleasure catching up to you as you feel your on your last straw before you come undone.

“hurry up and cum baby” he groans lowly as he works his fingers in that tight cunt if yours (his words, not mine). “kat-” the knot in your stomach snaps as you moan katsukis name out. “that’s right baby let it out” he groans once he sees the creamy mess you left on his fingers.“i love you katsuuu” you moan out in pure pleasure and ecstasy.

“love?” that instantly snaps you out of your high, bringing you back to earth. “wha- huh?” you ask, still being a bit confused. “you just said you love me” your eyes widen as you become sober minded again.

“i-uh” is all you could say so you wouldn’t ruin this moment. your embarrassment is short lived before the car stops and you feel his lips on yours. the angle of the kiss was weird but nobody cared because the two of you were finally getting what you wanted after all these years. bakugo suddenly pulls back making you whine as he chuckles, “i love you too”

you move your body away from him and pout. “really katsuki” you hit his hand before making your way out the car. slamming the door once you're out. katsuki laughs before following you.

he hears your heels clacking against the pavement as you walk to his porch. “what’s wrong baby?” he’s all up in your personal space at this point and you allow it.

“get your gremlin ass away from me and open the door, it’s freezing” you shiver against his body as he looks down at you with a goofy smile. “love when your mean to me baby” he hugs you and gropes your ass in the process making you smile and lift one of your legs from off the ground.

“get me in the house before my ass gets frostbite” you push him away from you and laugh. he quickly gets his key out and unlocks the door before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

once he makes it to the door he kicks it closed with its foot and the door automatically locks. he walks over to his kitchen island and places you on top of it gently.

“you okay?” you as the man who just stares at you making you feel self conscious. “never thought this what happened” he sighs, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the island before picking you back up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“so embarrassing” you mutter as he walks through the house. your bare ass on full display as he kneads it in his hands. as he’s walking up the stairs you feel a rough smack placed on your ass making you shut your eyes at the impact of it. “shit” you moan as he makes it to the top of the stairs.

opening the door to his bedroom your senses are instantly overwhelmed by the scent of his natural musk. “smells like a whore house in here” you joke before your slammed down on his bed. panting from how hard the impact was.

“it was a compliment you whore” you get out as you look at him intensely. he picks up one of your feet that’s hanging off and slides the zipper of your boot all the way down before pulling it off and doing the same to the other.

your gold ankle bracelet making as ‘clank!’ sound as he throws your foot down. “such a gentleman” you joke as you separate your legs further showing off your bare sticky cunt.

“your dress should be off by the time i come back” he says before backtracking out of his room. as he makes his way downstairs you shimmy out of your dress quickly, only dressed in your red lacy bra now.

he makes his way back upstairs and his eyes instantly go to your half naked figure. “shit”.  your eyes fall on his dark figure standing in the doorway. you close your legs suddenly feeling shy from the eyes peering on you.

“don’t hide now, open them” he demands as you do what he says. he walks closer to you while taking his shirt off showing off his pecs and abs. you mentally moan at the sight. his v line being perfectly shown as he unbuckles his jeans before tugging them down harshly.

he walks closer to you, putting his hands on your knees, spreading your legs more so he could see everything.   “such a pretty pussy babe” he stares at it for a long time before backing up slowly.

“please katsu” you whine as you begin to feel yourself throb out of anticipation.  he lets out a loud laugh before climbing onto the bed just beneath you. but before he could climb over you completely your foot slams over his chest ‘softly’ stopping his actions. your gold ankle bracelet dangling off your ankle as you snarl up at him.

“you gotta kiss it first katsuu” you say playfully as you smile up at him. “shitty woman” he says before he picks your foot up admiring the white polish that covers your toes. he places a quick kiss on the top of your foot before throwing it over his shoulder.

“pretty feet you got” he says before bending down a bit. kissing the inside of your thigh before placing a long kiss on your cunt. you moan once his lips touch yours the wetness of your cunt sticking unto his lips as he comes up.

“own personal lipgloss” you laugh at your joke and before you know it you're quickly shut up by his glossy lips on top of yours. you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. once he lets your lips go he’s shimmying out of his tight underwear finally releasing himself from the confinement.

you look down and you see him in all his glory. his cock barely sits up since it looks so heavy, the thick long veiny organ leaking with precum. “is it gonna fit?” you ask since you're really concerned that that monster wouldn’t be able to fit inside of you.

“gonna make it fit” is the last thing he says before he brings his hand up to your lips. you look at him in a confused manner before he uses his thumb to play with your bottom lip. “spit on it” he opens his hand back before watching you pucker your lips, the glob of spit lands in his palm making him visibly thrust into the air.

he brings the same hand to his mouth letting a glob of spit fall from his lips as well before using it as lube to fist his cock. “shit” his hips stutter as he finally lets go. your eyes widen at the glistening cock that he holds in his hand. he takes it and nudges it against your clit catching you completely off guard, a loud whine coming from your mouth as he slaps his heaving cock against your cunt.

“so heavy katsuu” you whine as he continues to do so. a nasty smirk sits upon his lips as pulls your hands down and scooting his hips forward so you could grab his spit covered cock.

“put it in” he states with a changed expression now. his face holds concentration as he watches your every move. you don’t hesitate to grip his dick a little harder making sure it stays in your grip as you begin to slip it in.

as you guide his dick inside yourself you feel him start to push in, making you eyes flutter shut the deeper he goes. “tight” he hissed as pushes in further and further. he feels you clench against making him jerk his hips into you pushing himself further in.

“kats!” you scream as you feel him impaling you. “so sorry baby” he whispers as he brings his head to your neck leaving kisses along it to try to distract you. “you gotta let me in '' he says in pure agony.

he finally bottoms out inside of you making your eye and your toes curl. “shit” bakugo hisses as he grips your hips to stop himself from fucking into you. “yer’ ready? can’t keep me waiting all day” he says through gritted teeth.

you nod your head as your eyes begin to water. “please” you whine as he begins to fuck into you. hips colliding as he fuck into your tight cunt. “so tight, clenching around me like that” he bends down and grabs your throat as he watches your tits bounce from the impact.

“so good for daddy” he mutters as your eyes close from the overwhelming pleasure that he gives you with each thrust. suddenly you feel your face start to sting instantly making your eyes shoot open. “keep your eyes on me” he grabs your face and makes you look up at him.

“sorry katsu” you whine as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. “close katsu!” you shout as you feel your legs begin to shake. katsuki wasn’t having that.

he quickly pulls out of you, but before you could whine he’s flipping you over. grabbing your hair and pushing your head into the mattress before forcing himself back into you.

“katsuki!” your scream is muffled as he fucks you into the mattress. “best pussy i’ve ever had baby” he moans into the air making you clench around him. two smacks are placed on your ass before he’s pulling you up by your hair before switching off to your neck.

“own this pussy baby, only mine…no one else’s” you scream out his name before he throws you back down. you feel yourself getting closer making you clench around his cock. “m’ close babe” he says before pushing your back down into the mattress. “fuckin love you” is the last thing you hear before your seeing white.

your toes curl as you scream to the top of your lungs. pretty sure the neighbors in the next house could hear you. “creaming my cock babe” he says, overstimulating you as he chases his own high. sweat dripping from his forehead as he gives his last final, hard thrust.

a slew of moans, curse words and your name coming from his lips as he paints your insides white. you moan his name loud and strong just from the feeling of his hot seed filling you up.

“love you katsuki” you whine into his sheets as you feel him rub your back, drawing little circle into it as he pulls out of your and laying down next to you. “look at me” he sternly says before tapping your ass slightly.

he sees your pretty eyes as you lift your head from the sheets. he looks at you with love and admiration in his eyes. “best fuck ever” he says before chuckling into the hot muggy air.

“is that all i am to you katsu?” you ask genuinely, not knowing what this all meant. you're not high off your orgasm anymore so your mind is clear enough to think about the consequences or a new founded relationship.

he stops chuckling and his face instantly goes blank. how could you insinuate that? he doesn’t blame you but you should know he loves you, adores you even. “y/n, i love you” he takes your hand into his and brings it to his lips to kiss it. “do you want to be my fuckin girlfriend?” he says with a snarky attitude like you should know that your his now.

a small smile takes over your lips as you giggle. “yes katsuki, i’ll be your girlfriend” he brings your sweaty body closer to his and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“fuckin better”

merry christmas/happy holidays to all!!! please enjoy this fic! my gift to you🫶🏾 love kay!

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9 Days of Lancaster Day3: Secret Relationship

Yang:Water?

Weiss:Check!

Yang:Gym clothes?

Blake:Check

Yang:Leader to guide/bond with us as we test our limits?

Ruby:Cry all you want. I can’t just change my plans. *grabs notes*

Yang:But you could!

Weiss:I can’t believe you got roped into helping Jaune study for his test.

Ruby:Weiss, it’s called “helping a friend.” Plus we made these plans first. It’s not like you’ll be alone.

On queue, a knock on the door made Blake open it. Nora came jumping in with her gym bag and already limbered up. Ren and Pyrrha.

Ren:She’s very excited about the new gym installed.

Nora:Today we sweat!!!

Pyrrha:Let’s try to leave the place intact. Ms. Goodwitch hasn’t forgiven us for the cafeteria.

Ruby:Is my naïve weapon enthusiast ready for me?

Pyrrha:He’s at his desk frantically writing notes. Y’know…if you need any help-

Ruby:I may not be a star student but when it comes to the history of weapons and their engineering, I might as well teach the class.

Weiss:Now if only you applied half that enthusiastic in Dust reaction experiments.

Ruby:Nobody can be perfect at everything.

Blake:The two star students of our year are literally in this room.

Weiss and Pyrrha: *all smiles*

Ruby:Pfft, so lightning struck twice? My point stands. Either way, I’ll have Jaune passing with flying colors in no time so don’t worry about it. Have fun everyone. We’ll join next time.

Pyrrha:If you insist.

Ren:It’s probably for the best.

Blake:Yeah we someone to save us from Yang and Nora’s routine ideas.

Yang:It’s not that bad!

Nora:The pain is weakness leaving the body.

Ruby:And on that threatening note… *grabs books* I’m off to across the hall!

Everyone funneled out of the dorm room and went on their way. Ruby waited for them to full turn the corner before knocking for times. The door was opened by Jaune and she gladly walked in. Pyrrha wasn’t joking; his desk had papers stacked and books opened.

Ruby:Wow, hard a work I see?

Jaune:I try. I’m just a bad test taker.

Ruby:We’ll have no fear! I’ve made mock tests and flash cards to drill all knowledge into you! Stick with me and-

The knight’s arms suddenly wrapped around her waist as he gently pressed his lips against hers, making Ruby jolt. A smile spread quickly on her face as she kissed him back harder while her arms hung off his shoulders. As their lips separated, Ruby couldn’t help but giggle as she went into for another chaste kiss. The slight grunt of approval he gave as he held her tighter made the girl shake her head playfully.

Ruby:Easy now. We should at least attempt to study. I talked a big about you passing. That means I should actually teach you. There’s an entire chapter dedicated to hand placements.

Jaune:Hehe, you are so ridiculous.

Ruby:Yet you looked intrigued. We can smooch later.

Jaune:It would be easier to get kissing out of the way now so our friends don’t potentially nterrupt later. Isn’t breaks an important part of studying? Besides, I don’t think I can survive an enraged Yang even if she’s tired and sore.

Ruby:Hmmm you drive a hard bargain, but I can’t have you too tired to learn. Tell you what, take the test and every correct answer gives you a kiss. FYI, there’s fifty questions.

Jaune:Oooo that is a good deal. Got a reward for if I actually pass the real test?

Ruby:Let’s aim higher, a hundred on the test earns you a date anywhere you want, my treat.

Jaune:And if I get the extra credit?

Ruby:*blushing* I’m open to ideas.

Jaune:What if…we did of this…

He raised her slightly, her feet struggling to stay grounded as he kissed her roughly. Ruby felt a tingle up her back as she refused to back down, deepening the kiss. His arms held her so close his scent both put her heart at ease and made it flutter.

Jaune:But a lot more?

Ruby:Deal~ but you’re getting ahead of yourself. *waves papers* Study time you dummy.

Jaune:Okay, you win. I’ll be a good student. *kisses neck*

Ruby: No flirting when testing is in progress!

xxxxx

Oobleck:Attention class! I have finished grading your weaponry tests and i must say I’m quite disappointed in the overall performance! Mr. Arc!!!

Jaune:Y-Yes…?

Oobleck:….Yours was not one of them.

He zips by everyone, giving them the grades they all earned. The usual suspects passed. Weiss, and Pyrrha even had a perfect score while Ruby on the other hand, waved around a 103%

Pyrrha:Congratulations. The extra credit stumped me.

Blake:I’m fine with a B

Ren:*holds 94* I’m very lucky all of you have varying guns I’ve seen in use.

Nora:*holds 88* Same hehe…

Weiss:It would be a tragedy if your hyper fixation didn’t help you pass with flying colors.

Yang:Why can’t you just say congratulations? A hundred questions and I got 99. But the real question is…*looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*holds 103* I owe a big thanks to my personal teacher.

WBYNPR:WHAT!?

Ruby:*dark red* Well would you look at that? Nice work.

Jaune:*smiles* Couldn’t have done it without you. I promise to pay you back in full.

Ruby:*internal screaming* Looking forward to it.