#clear lash glue

[satoblue]

helpp i’m having flashbacks to my senior year of hs and the time my friend called me to do her spanish teacher’s lashes bc i do mine good and someone else tried doing it for the teacher the previous day but they didn’t look natural so my friend told her about me and i had to show her my eyes during lunchtime (i did them EVERY day i was dedicated) and when she approved i brought my lash glue and individuals to school to do them the next day LMFAO

[kamitv]

Saw a pottery video earlier and started thinking about Nanami and how he’d definitely take pottery classes just for fun.

You miraculously attend a class one weekend and meet him there, watching the way his thick fingers dive in and out of the clay over and over and over—secretly wishing that it was your cunt he was sinking those lengthy digits into.

The veins in his hand bulge with every firm press of his fingertips into the moist clay and lord knows your thoughts are everywhere else except for the instructions he’s giving you.

Even when you work on the same item as him and as he guides your noticeably smaller fingers against the steadily molding clay, you can’t keep the erotic thoughts out.

He’d be right there, practically in your ear, hushing out a low, “Juuust like that sweetheart, right there.” In that sexy deep baritone voice of his.

If you weren’t squeezing your legs together before, you damn sure are now.

Hours in and you swore he was doing it on purpose, slipping his smoothly surfaced fingers in between yours and forcing you to curl your digits against the clay as he teased you with his words, “Feel right here? This spot’s important,” You don’t know a damn thing about clay or pottery but you’re pretty sure there’s no reason for him to be speaking like that over some weathered rock.

“Dig in there nice ‘n deep,” Nanami hums right against the shell of your ear. You can feel his hot breath tickling your skin and your lips part to let out an all too lustful breath of air.

Even while he was correcting something you did wrong, your mind was spinning. He’d ease your hands out and whisper yet again, “Not like that, watch me.” Nanami would instruct, tipping his head to the side to find your eyes and watch you watch his hands.

It’s definitely purposeful the way he slides only his middle and ring finger against the wet clay in a downward motion. Then he’s talking again and you’re soaked. “Like this. In and out, sweetheart. Carefully and slowly. Wouldn’t want it to break, would you?” Each word is dripping with a husked tone that makes your legs glue together.

And when he leans in even closer, your breath noticeable hitches. “I’m gonna need an answer from those pretty lips,” He hushes out, voice barely above a whisper.

It’s like it was only you and him in the room—despite there being many other people with their prospective partners or teachers.

Your lips are shaky as they part, “N-No, I-“

“Look at me,” He orders.

Your spine stiffens and your eyes flick up to meet his, only for your lashes to flutter as if to mask the heat that overcomes your flustered expression.

Nanami gives you a kind smile, “There she is. Now, what was that? I couldn’t hear you, you’ll have to speak up a bit for me, pretty girl.”

Your heart clearly wants to jump out of your chest at the intimate eye contact he’s giving you and his gentle words. All as his fingers still dig in and out of the nearby clay. Clearing your throat, you shake your head, “I was s-saying no, I don’t want it to break.”

He nods at your every word and you swear his eyes linger on the outline of your lips far longer than they should be. “Mhm, exactly. Now try again for me.” Nanami requests.

You swallow the lump in your throat and move your hands over to the clay once more. Your entire body feels hot and you pretty much lose your mind when he slides closer to you.

“Careful with the tip, it’s sensitive,” He whispers directly into your ear. Truth be told, he was referring the the edges of what seems to be a small pot forming but, that didn’t matter to you at the moment.

You nod again, “Sorry.”

He hums quietly to acknowledge your little apology and then his hands cup yours again, molding your fingers to almost sensually slide in and out of the forming pot.

Nanami’s lips graze your ear this time and you sigh a little too heavily. “She’ll be set out to dry later but, listen to how wet she is. It’s almost lewd.” He purrs, making your lashes bat at the way he refers to the pot as she instead of an it.

“N-Nanami, I don’t think—“

“Kento,” He corrects, “You can call me Kento.”

You gulp, “Are you-, are we still uhm, talking about pottery?”

The man lets out a low chuckle and he shakes his head, “What else could I be talking about that’s wet and makes lewd noises when you touch it? Hm?”

Oh he’s such a fucking tease.

“N-Nothing, sorry.” Lord knows if you stutter one more time you’re going to lose your damn mind. This is just embarrassing at this point.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, forcing your fingers deeper into the pot ahead. “Because if there’s something else you’d like to talk to me about, I’m all ears.”

Your face is burning. “No. There’s nothing else,” You try to mask your nervousness through words spoken without a stutter but the slight shake in your tone wasn’t helping much.

Nanami hums deeply, the sound vibrating against his throat. “Mmmh, but there is, isn’t there?” He points out, dropping his voice even lower as he moves his lips against your ear again, “Every time I open my mouth, your thighs clench together. Something tells me this soon-to-be pot isn’t the only thing wet right now.”

“I, uhm…” You sigh, “I—“

“It’s okay, I know these sessions can be quite arousing, pretty girl.” Nanami talks to you so quietly and gently, like he’s known what he’s been doing since the start.

“I’m not-, uh,” All you can do is sigh and try to control the constant pulsing in between your legs.

You feel him smile against the shell of your ear before he utters, “Just admit it, you’re soaked.”

How could you not be? Especially when he talks to you like that. “I…”

“Say it for me.” Nanami urges, “I promise I’ll help you after this if you admit it.”

You’ve never admitted to something faster in your life, “O-Okay, fine. Yeah, I am…”

Nanami’s fingers sensually slip against yours, “Good girl.” He hums. You’re so fucked. “See? Was that so hard?” He asks rhetorically, “Now, once we finish with this, I’ll be sure that you do as well.”

All you can do is nod blankly, “Okay…” Then a moment passes as his word truly sink in and you realize what he meant. “Wait, what—“

[best-cosmetics123]

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[juicykvnture]

MONEY HONEY (2)

Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

tags: AFAB reader, brief age gap mention (reader is early 20s), praise kink, mirrors, manhandling, light choking, semi-public

a/n: I heard the people were yearning for more DILF!Bruce..

wc: 2.7k | part 1 | masterlist

“I thought you said it would just be dinner,” you let out a huff as you awkwardly shift your heels, staring at the rows upon rows of stores before you.

“Dinner, a side of shopping - same thing.” Bruce shakes his head, glancing down at his watch and then at you.

You’re pretty, no you’re not pretty - fuck that.

Bruce really finds you to be nothing short of gorgeous.

Sure, he has a set of eyes and he could tell through the screen that you were a looker but nothing could’ve really prepared him for how you look in real life.

He just hopes for the sake of his own ego that you didn’t notice how much his palms were shaking when he met you outside the restaurant - or the fact that he was literally holding the bouquet of roses he got you so hard the poor stalks almost snapped.

You’re making that face again, that slightly stunned little smile.

It’s cute, more than cute - he’d tattoo it inside his skull if he could.

“The floor is yours,” he holds his hand out, leading you up to the escalator.

You don’t miss how his eyes trail down to your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing over the back of your hand.

His gaze lingers on your nails a little longer, admiring the pearlescent sparkle under the dim department store lighting.

To say you were nervous to meet Bruce for dinner would be the biggest understatement of the millennium.

To put it plainly, you were a total wreck.

You were running on leftover lash glue and a dream, actually.

You couldn’t remember the last time a man had you acting like this, it had your dearly concerned girlfriend on FaceTime with you playing out an episode of Say Yes to the Dress for hours before settling on the very first option.

Oh, and when a friend of yours enquired how old he was?

You just smiled and nodded.

“Where to first?” you break the silence, glancing down at your hands and then around the store as you step off the escalator.

“Wherever you want.” Bruce shrugs, his hand moving to rest at the small of your back, listening to the almost soothing click-clack of your heels until it comes to a stop, your eyes lingering on one of the makeup displays.

He soon finds himself sitting on a chair in the corner with makeup swatches all over his hand, watching in mild amusement as you run laps around the NARS display, dropping various lipsticks into his lap so he can help you pick a shade.

To him, they’re all pink, they’re all pretty.

He’s just more puzzled, trying to figure out why on God’s green earth a makeup brand would settle on “deep throat” and “orgasm” and deem those appropriate names for blush shades.

He’s almost rethinking his life decisions, is this what the youth is into nowadays?

But whatever makes you happy, right?

“Which ones better?” you snap him out of his momentary moment of contemplating the state of the world, making him crane his head up as you stand over him.

“Well, I’m partial to the deepthro-“

He sputters slightly, staring up at you,

“I’m sorry, you’re asking me about lipstick, aren’t you?”

When you nod he just stares up at you, smoothing out his tie when presented with both opinions.

“The pink one?” He clears his throat, hoping it’s the right answer.

“They’re both pink, Bruce.”

“Ah,” he offers a slow nod, still staring at you.

“Get them both.”

Your brows furrow a little and he just grins, he can tell you’re about to tell him not to bother, that it’s all too much - blah, blah, blah.

“Don’t even think about it.” he’s already rising to his feet, settling on which card he should use.

“I’m getting you both.”

“Bruce, don’t be silly. You can’t tell the difference between those two shades!”

He just shrugs, his hand sliding up to rest at the small of your back again, walking you over to the cashier.

“I’ll learn the difference.”

He’s serious, he’ll buy out every single one ever made if he has to. Maybe he’ll even dig his glasses out from whatever drawer they’ve been banished to.

“Are you alright in there?” Bruce calls out from outside the changing room, watching over all the shopping bags you’ve amassed in the last few hours like they could grow little legs and run away.

No, not on his watch. All your precious lipsticks and blushes and that new wallet are staying right here, neatly wrapped up.

“..yeah!” you call out, awkwardly drumming your fingers against your knee as you try to keep your voice steady, clutching the pink lace in your hands.

Okay, maybe you’re not okay.

There’s a slight chance that you may be having a nervous breakdown inside a changing room with Bruce right outside that sliding door.

Bruce always had a habit of sending you various gifts, including lingerie. Hence, it’s no surprise your impromptu shopping trip resulted in the two of you taking the escalator up to the next floor, landing in a Victoria's Secret.

It’s not that you’re scared he won’t find you pretty, he’s made it abundantly clear that you’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever met - he’s said that over text and to your face, repeatedly.

It’s just, this is real life.

You can’t angle your camera a little differently, you can’t change your lighting, you can’t pose a certain way like you normally would.

You don’t have the control like you usually would.

“You sure?” he calls out again, softer now - noticing how long you’re taking in there.

“I’m sure.” you insist, awkwardly fumbling with the lacy corset straps to try to tie them up, bending every which way like it’s the first time working your way around something like this.

It isn’t, you do it all the time.

Just with him outside that door and not behind a screen, it feels different.

The gentle knock on the door makes you panic, fumbling around to throw on a dressing gown and fix up your hair, offering Bruce a practised smile.

“You need help with that?” he offers, glancing down at the tangled ribbons in your hand, arching a brow.

With an awkward chuckle, you extend your hand, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he starts to untangle them.

“I’ve made a mess of them, I don’t know how you’ll untie that,” you huff under your breath, fidgeting with the sleeve of your dressing gown.

“Mhm,” Bruce mumbles, preoccupied with undoing the knots.

“I can do many things, I have many skills.” he shrugs, holding the now untangled ribbons in front of you, tilting his head to the side.

You glance down at the floor and then at Bruce, chewing on the insides of your cheeks.

“..do your skills include lacing up bras?”

That has Bruce pausing for a moment, blinking slowly as he stares at the floor.

“Possibly.” he nods, adjusting his tie to have something to do with his hands, something to focus on, other than the woman standing in front of him - scantily clad to say the least.

You glance over at the mirror, fingers curling into the sleeves of the dressing gown before you pull it open, letting the silky fabric slide down your back, still holding it in place at your hips.

“So,” Bruce clears his throat as he takes a step forward, his eyes briefly meeting yours in the mirrors reflecting before he averts them, focusing his attention on pulling the ribbon through the top loops of the corset.

“Any other stores you want to stop by?”

You’ve been to almost all of them, but he just can’t deal with the silence.

When your only response is a shake of your head, he frowns slightly - eyes drifting to the mirror to get a look at your face.

“You’re tense,” he observes, holding the satin ribbon between his fingers.

“I’m tired,” you shrug, clutching the dressing gown a little tighter, trying to ignore the feeling of him breathing down the back of your neck.

Bruce offers a curt nod, but he can’t miss the way your shoulders tense up again when his fingers ghost along your spine, his expression softening for a moment.

“Similar colour to the one I sent you last time, no?” he murmurs under his breath, running his finger along the strap of the bra you’re wearing.

He’s got the image of you in that other pink set drilled into his head, so much so that the sight of something even remotely similar has his slacks feeling tighter.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, glancing towards the mirror “they’re both pink, I guess.”

Bruce just nods again, his hand mindlessly following the slope of your torso, fingers almost reaching the hem of your underwear at your hip - breath ghosting over the side of your neck.

“Sorry,” he catches himself after a moment, mentally berating himself - he’s probably making you uncomfortable.

“You don’t owe me anything.” Bruce clears his throat, pulling his hand away.

“I know,” you speak before you think, your hand moving to rest over his, the dressing gown pooling at your feet on the floor.

You swallow.

“I know I don’t - still.” you rest your hand over his, subtly pulling it to rest at the top of your underwear.

Bruce hesitates once more before his thumb runs over the soft lace, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

He really, really hopes you are.

He lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding when you nod, letting his hand slowly slide down under the thin lace, the cold metal of his watch pressing against your lower belly.

“Is this you trying to be polite again?” you breathe out, breath hitching when you feel the tip of his finger circle your clit, his crotch pressed against your ass.

“Maybe.” Bruce murmurs, a muffled groan into your shoulder soon following when he feels you lean into his hand.

“Stop.”

He blinks, about to pull his hand away before he feels your fingers encircling his wrist.

“Stop trying to be polite, Bruce - or is that beyond your skill set?”

That’s all it takes before his other hand finds your neck, gripping it hard - forcing you to tilt your head up.

Not necessarily to choke you or anything, more to convey the fact that you’re not getting away from him any time soon.

“Are you doubting me?” his eyes remain locked on the way your body moves and the expression on your face when his grip on you tightens.

“No,” you swallow, his firm hand on your neck has you pushing your thighs together.

“Good.”

His knee slots between your legs, leaving you no choice to almost fall back against him before his arm locks around your waist, making you choke out a shaky “fuck”.

His eyes narrow, staring at you under his dark lashes.

He likes that sound, he wants to hear it again.

He will hear it again.

His hands grasp your hips so hard they could bruise if he isn’t careful, staring at the wet patch in those brand new panties with a small scoff.

He was planning on buying you those anyway, but now he has to - considering your pussy has managed to soak them through already.

“This impolite enough for you?” his breathing is ragged, his question rhetorical as his lips find yours, more spit and teeth than anything else.

You just offer a dumb nod, your hand reaching down to fumble with his belt, trying to pry the clasp open - he isn’t helping you.

“C’monn, you said you’d fuck me if you ever met me,” you sound more desperate than you’d like, your back pressed against the cold panels of the changing room wall.

“Did I?”

You swallow, offering another dazed nod.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” you slur out, trying to grind yourself against his thigh to no avail.

“Nicely,” Bruce repeats, gripping his belt so hard his knuckles turn white.

“Please, fuck me like you said you would.”

That has to be the best sentence he’s ever heard in his whole life.

“Good girl, was it that hard?”

Maybe not, but know what’s hard?

His dick.

His tone may still be composed but his actions are far from it, it’s like he’s desperate under all that practiced suave as he pulls himself free from the confines of his slacks, giving his aching cock a slow stroke.

When he pulls your underwear to the side, his breath hitches for a moment, letting out a shaky groan under his breath as he lines himself up with your sopping pussy, your shaky hand gripping his tie hard.

“Fuck,” Bruce hisses under his breath, as he feels your body press against his, your cunt around his cock as he sinks into you.

Without wasting any more time, he pushes all the way into you in one swift motion, his hands firm on your hips as he keeps you pressed against the wall.

"Oh, sweetheart," you could feel every thick inch of his cock stretching you, his pace immediately hard and fast as he slams into you with barely hidden desperation.

He’s barely been inside you a second and your little sounds are already making him almost delirious, one hand finding your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips.

It’s embarrassing to admit but ever since that call, you’re all he could think about.

It got to the point he was up at night fucking his fist like an idiot cause you weren’t there with him, he couldn’t handle it.

And now that he’s inside you? Fuck.

You can barely think, clinging onto his tie like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality, trying to muffle your whines into his neck in that cramped changing room.

Bruce Wayne thought his billionaire playboy days were long behind him.

But right now?

Fuck, he might aswell be 25 again with how he’s pounding into your poor cunt, fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs to keep you braced against the cold wall.

He’s trying to keep his hands from shaking, cursing under his breath about how well you’re taking his cock - how pretty you are - how long he’s been thinking of this exact moment.

It’s actually kinda sweet how you think hiding in his neck will do you any good.

You’re in a changing room with a mirror that takes up half the wall space, why not put it to good use?

“Sweetheart,” he leans in closer, punctuating his words with a thrust of his hips just to watch you watch your back arch, his hand moving to give your hair a gentle tug.

“Watch the mirror,”

Bruce was a pretty rough guy; his voice was always gruff, he was always firm, but he knew when to soften the way he spoke. He didn't want to frighten you or push you away.

He just wants you to see how pretty you look when he fucks you, is that too much to ask?

It takes another little yank on your hair before you finally open your eyes, lips parted in a shaky whine as he holds your jaw steady, giving you no option but to watch how you arch into his touch.

You’re so much better in real life - so is your pussy.

“You look pretty, huh baby?...” he mumbles into your jaw, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip.

He can only smile when you manage a fucked out “yeah” - each thrust of his hips coming with another mumbled praise.

His thumb pushes into your mouth now, his hand on your thigh starting to squeeze even harder.

“Uh-uh, you’re not gettin’ away from me that easily, sweetheart…” he mutters.

“You’re gonna keep those eyes on that mirror, and you’re gonna watch yourself while I fuck you again, and again, and again.”

It only occurs to you after he’s fucked you any way possible and your head is spinning - despite being in a literal store, you haven’t been interrupted once.

Perhaps when he said the floor was yours, he meant it.

The bastard probably rented the whole mall out for you.

a/n: over 700 notes on the last one I love u wtf??? Thank you for reading!!

another day of work at the DILF factory and this era is going strong and my suggestions are open..

Bruce Wayne m.list

[1818havefaith]

2010'S GLAM - DARK EYES, PINK LIPS: FAITH’S GUIDE

OVERVIEW

This look mixes a matte base with glossy lips. The emphasis is placed mainly on the eyes, and the other focus is the lips. This is a good everyday look that can be worn for any occasion.

YOU WILL NEED

PRODUCTS

Primer

Baby Powder

Foundation/ Tinted Moisturiser

Concealer (not too light)

Pressed Powder

Setting Powder

Brow Gel

Brow Pomade

Lashes

Lash Glue/ Bonding Glue

Highlight

Brown Lip Liner

Pink Lip Gloss

Setting Spray

TOOLS

Powder Brush

Beauty Blender

Small Flat Brush

Eyebrow Brush

BASE

Apply primer all over your face

#faithtip: use a powder brush to apply baby powder all over your face

Your face will look ashy after this step, but applying foundation/tinted moisturiser will fix this

Blend it in with a damp beauty blender

#faithtip: dampen your beauty blender with setting spray for easier blending and a longer lasting base

After blending in your foundation/tinted moisturiser, apply a concealer that is only slightly lighter than your skin tone to the inner corner of your under-eye

Place concealer to the end of your under-eyes following the shape of your eyes

Blend it in well with a beauty blender

Take a powder brush and some pressed powder and apply all over your face

Now, apply setting powder to your under eyes following your eye shape.

Place a line of setting powder under your cheeks

Let the setting powder sit whilst you focus on another part of your face

EYEBROWS

Eyebrows play a very vital role in this look, they help your eyes stand out more

This step will be easier if your brows have a defined shape

Brush through your eyebrows with brow gel

Use a brow brush dipped in pomade, to draw a line at the bottom of your brow starting from the front of your brow to the end

Draw a similar line at the top of your brows

Fill in the space (don't fill in the very front of your brows to create an almost ombre effect)

Apply eyebrow gel on top

Then use a small brush to apply concealer underneath your eyebrows

Blend well with a beauty blender

Apply setting powder to under your brow

LASHES

Lashes are the main event for this look

Select thick and long lashes/ lash clusters that suit your eye shape

#faithtip D-Curl lashes are your best friend

STRIP LASHES

But for this step apply glue to strip lashes

Wave the lashes around for a bit so the glue dries a tiny bit and feels a little bit sticky

Place them on the lash line and adjust where needed (using tweezers or fingers)

CLUSTER LASHES

Strip lashes can also be cut into smaller pieces or use cluster lashes

Dip them into glue and wipe off the excess

Use tweezers to hold the lashes

Pull the top of your eyelid upwards so you can see underneath your eyelashes

#faithtip Wipe the glue on the part you are applying to then you can dip the lash in glue again before actually placing it underneath your lash

This make the lashes more firm and secure

Make sure it is not too close to your eye as this can be irritating

Fan your eyes if you can still feel wet glue

BACK TO BASE

Brush the setting powder away with a powder brush

You will need to make sure you do this properly because the powder won't move easily, because of how long it has sat there

Apply highlighter to the tip of your nose, your brow bone and your cupid's bow

Make sure to keep the highlight application light and smooth it out, so as to not look ashy and to keep the focus on your eyes and lips

Spray setting spray all over your face

LIPS

Use a brown lip liner, slightly darker than/ similar to your skin tone, to outline your lips

Apply pink lip gloss to your lips

Then top it all off with clear lip gloss.

[hencheri]

— sharing is caring

▸ 18+ mdni.

kun loves you, and he loves his friends as much, but he can't seem to refuse them anything—even when it's about having a taste of you.

| pairing. bf!kun x fem!reader (ft. xiaohenwin)

| warnings. noncon, extremely mean kun!!, exhibitionism, coercion, degradation, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, i am not kidding kun is very despicable in this.

| wc. 3.5k

⤷ part of my 1k event.

you cling to kun like glue, glancing at his friends like they’re wild animals about to eat you alive. their gazes have never been so invasive and insistent, and this doesn’t seem to alert your boyfriend at all. 

it’s like he knows. oh, he definitely knows. 

you shift closer to kun on the couch, eyes strained to the floor, not daring to look up and potentially meet someone’s gaze. everyone talks to each other, except you, keeping quiet. you’re not really talkative in general, but this time it’s like you don’t belong here. 

kun mostly ignores the tugs on his t-shirt, only giving you attention when it’s to poke fun at you, making all of his friends laugh. you hate hanging out with them and how your boyfriend becomes ruthless with his degrading comments when they’re here. 

your face always burns, feeling everyone’s eye on you, lingering longer than normally. you’ve always thought kun had really bad taste when it comes to friends, considering how they never hide their clear attraction to you, but tonight, you think that maybe there’s a reason why kun has such despicable friends. 

you’re clueless when kun pulls you up with him at the same time winwin does, walking to your bedroom. it’s like they both understand each other without saying a word, like it had already been discussed. 

your stomach clenches, biting the inside of your cheek as you watch kun sending a knowing look at winwin. when you reach the door to your bedroom, kun turns to you. 

“i want you to be nice to sicheng,” he tells you with a stern face, holding both of your arms in his hands. you slowly connect the dots, and when you steal a glance toward winwin, you understand that all the inappropriate looks thrown your way before was something your boyfriend allowed. 

you feel water collecting at your lash lines as you look up at kun. you shake your head from side to side.

you notice him clenching his jaw, slightly tilting his head. “it wasn’t a proposition. be good,” he whispers, squeezing your arms as a warning. he stares at you for a few seconds, and seeing that you don’t protest, he nods. “i’ll be in the living room.”

with that, he leaves you alone with winwin, joining the others in the other room. you watch kun walk away, completely shocked and terrified. 

you turn your head back at winwin who’s standing by the door, giving you a small smile before taking your hand in his. you have to raise your head to look at him and the kind expression on his face doesn’t succeed in calming you down. 

did your boyfriend just offer you to his friend?

winwin pulls you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him, not forgetting to lock it. you bite your inner cheek harder and you can feel the rusty taste of blood invading your mouth. 

you stand in the middle of the room as he approaches you carefully. he still has this smile on his face that usually sets you at ease, but now you really don’t like it. 

winwin is the only friend you’ve ever appreciated—he’s kind, respectful, and a little shy like you. you never talk to him much, but you don’t feel scared in his presence. don’t feel sexualized. except for now. 

the warmth of winwin’s body almost suffocates you, his heavy breath hitting your cheek as he pants loudly, his hips sloppily moving back and forth between your legs. he chokes on his moans, gulping down as he feels your walls involuntarily closing around him. 

the situation makes you feel so ashamed you can’t even look at winwin, even though he constantly grabs your chin and turns your head in his way whenever it falls to the side. your stomach flutters at the sight of his pouty lips, eyes begging for your attention, but the feeling is short-lived before you remember why winwin is on top of you in the first place. 

his hips collide with yours, making you whine, squelching noises leaving your pussy as his cock thrusts into you. you can feel it pulsing in you, feel how warm he is, how he fills you up entirely. you hate how you feel every little thing, every little detail. 

“ngh, fuck,” you hear winwin moaning above you, hiding his head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin. 

your nails scratch the skin of his back, no doubt leaving red trails behind. you don’t like the idea of having your trace on him, but your arms were brought around his shoulders by him, and you know better than to remove them; something tells you that failing winwin would also mean failing kun. and you don’t want that. 

“you feel so good,” winwin rasps out, “and—fuck—so wet…” 

you only let out a cry in response. you never thought you’d ever have sex with one of kun’s friends, especially not in the case where you’re still with him and he agreed to it. in a way, you feel betrayed, but deep down, you can’t help but want to be good. be good for kun, whatever his expectations are. 

winwin leaves kisses down your neck, his full lips pressing down on your shivering skin in an intimate manner that, oddly enough, eases you down a little. he hisses between kisses, swinging his hips back and forth, his cock nudging your g-spot and inevitably making you clench around him. 

kun is never really gentle and appreciative, but he’s loving—in his own way. his right hand always belongs around your throat, the other hitting and pinching every patch of skin on your body. he tells you how dirty you are for liking the way he treats you or how lucky you are to have him because no one else would ever want you. 

you won’t lie that his words hurt you, that they break your heart a little, but he also promises that he’d never leave you, that you are his and there’s no point for him to wish to be with someone else. 

so the way winwin fucks you is vastly different from what you’re used to, and honestly, all you want right now is your boyfriend. but you can’t. 

suddenly, winwin pulls out of you, and you feel strangely empty. your arms slips away from his back as he lowers himself down on you and his head finds a spot between your legs. you’re surprised, and even slightly embarrassed. 

kun never goes down on you willingly, you always have to ask him—or rather beg him. 

winwin immediately sucks your clit into his mouth and you gasp at that, spreading your legs wider. you don’t dare to touch his hair, instead keeping your arms by your side, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists. 

he laps at your bud of nerves, then descends to your hole, passing his soft tongue between your dewy folds. he moans loudly against you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, his nose bumping into your clit at the same time. 

you curl your toes as his lips go back to your clit, sucking and licking skillfully, the wet sounds making you cringe, but you easily ignore it as the pleasure builds up in your stomach. he holds your hip as he moans and whines, pulling back a tad bit just to see what he’s doing before diving back in.

you look down, noticing that he’s laid on his side, his free hand eagerly fisting his cock, your wetness sticking between his long fingers. he sucks more avidly, switching to his tongue then back to his lips, the pace of his hand not faltering until he moans out, sending vibrations through your body, white beads of cum falling down over his hand. 

the sight makes you clench around nothing, reaching your own high seconds after. winwin hums appreciatively as he licks you up, still stroking his cock, getting everything out. 

you’re breathless, your chest and forehead sweaty. you don’t say anything as winwin gets dressed back into his clothes, acting like this was a regular hook-up. 

when his eyes land on you one last time, he smiles warmly, giving your cheek a quick peck. you watch him exit the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

you stare at the ceiling for a while, trying to recollect your thoughts, trying to process everything that’s happened. you’re not as shaken as you thought you’d be, but it’s still weird. very weird.

you don’t hear any more voices sounding from the living room and you suppose everyone is gone now. you put on one of kun’s hoodies, wandering out of the bedroom. 

you walk to the kitchen, and your cheeks heat up when you see ten. kun is there, too, and when his gaze meets your figure, his face turns severe. you look between the two men, one smiling playfully at you and the other approaching you like you did something bad. 

you recoil slightly, kun stopping in front of you. “it was about time you come out,” he says, eyeing you up and down. “look at you…” he winces as he grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him. “you’re a mess. go clean yourself up,” he orders in his usual stern voice.

“don’t be so mean to her,” ten adds, leaning over the kitchen counter. “sicheng said she’d been such a good girl.” his smile widens, his eyes lingering on your body. 

if there’s one person kun is willing to listen to, it's surely ten. he’s pretty nice to you in general, always has a smile on his face that sometimes seems too teasing for your liking. 

kun looks at you for a moment until he wordlessly lets go of your arm, giving you some space. 

“i just… i thought everyone had left.” you gulp down and you can see kun softening up.

ten looks fondly at you, like you’re the most adorable thing in the world. “it’s fine, i was about to leave anyway,” he announces, pushing himself off of the counter. 

when kun comes back after saying goodbye to his friend, you scurry to him and wrap your arms around his torso. you really can’t hold back. you missed kun’s warmth way too much in the past hours. 

he soothes you by rubbing your back gently, but he soon pulls you off of him, telling you to go wash yourself again. you obey silently, putting on the pajamas he picked out for you after. 

entering the bedroom, you see kun hanging up some clothes in your shared wardrobe. you sit down at the edge of the bed and look down at your lap, hesitating a few moments before finally speaking.

“kun…” you call his name and he hums in response. “well, um. why- why did you let sicheng… sleep with me?”

he hangs the last shirt then finally turns around to you. he seems to think about what to say, but he decides to go with a simple answer.

“because he’s my friend,” he replies, walking up to you. 

his explanation is too plain for you, too short. you know kun values his friendships a lot, they’re very important to him, but you still don’t understand. 

“but…” you begin, trying to not sound too bothered, “i didn’t agree to it.”

kun only sighs, cupping your cheek and running his thumb over it. “i don’t agree with a lot of things either, baby, but that doesn’t mean it’ll change anything.” 

he backs away and climbs on the bed, slipping himself under the covers. you fight back the tears threatening to leave your eyes, quickly whipping your lash line and turning around to join your boyfriend in bed. 

—-

you look at yourself through the mirror just above the bathroom sink, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you wanted to stay in your room all night, but kun didn’t let you. 

you turn off the faucet, drying your hands with the hanging towel. your breath quickens and your eyes shoot up when you hear steps coming in the bathroom, invading your space. 

yangyang makes his way to you in long steps as you watch him through the mirror, swallowing down the lump in your throat. his eyes roam up and down your body shamelessly and he stops just behind you, caging you between him and the sink. 

he puts his hands on either side of your body on the counter and leans down, his nose brushing over your temple, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. the way he looks at you doesn’t feel right nor the way he touches you. 

“don’t worry, i won’t do anything…” he smirks, staring at you through the mirror. “you’re pretty, but i’m not really interested into fucking what’s already been passed around, you know?” yangyang takes a piece of your hair between his fingers, twirling it around his index. 

your gaze drops down, focusing on a droplet of water running down the drain. he really doesn’t have to tell you this, but he does anyway because yangyang is… yangyang. mean and mocking. 

“but i’m sure others will want to,” he smirks and he notices how you frown in confusion. “aw, did you really think it was just a one time thing?” yangyang laughs, his breath hitting the back of your neck and making you shiver uncomfortably. “you’re so naive… you really don’t know, huh?”

you turn your head slightly, meeting his eyes that are immediately drawn to your lips as you speak. “don’t know what?” 

the corners of his mouth tug upward and his tongue peeks out from between his lips, wetting them. “it took a lot to convince kun… sicheng only had your name on his lips for a whole year until kun was kind enough to finally accept,” he explains and you become even more confused, your stomach clenching into a knot. “you know how generous he is. you can’t blame him for being a good friend.”

“you’re the group’s little slut now,” he whispers the last words into your ear and you grip the edge of the counter until the blood drains from your knuckles. 

but the tension leaves your body when you’re interrupted by your boyfriend. yangyang turns his head into his direction, reluctantly pulling away from you. you can see in the mirror that he still has that arrogant smile on his face, but kun doesn’t look as happy. 

yangyang passes by him and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with kun. 

he stays silent for a moment, like he means to tell you something, but he doesn’t, remaining stern and cold instead. 

“we’re about to eat, come on.” he gestures to you with a wave of his hand and you execute yourself, following him to the kitchen.

—-

hendery is on you, palming your ass as he kisses you messily, not really caring about being gentle or not. you should have expected it, yangyang warned you, after all. this isn’t done. you’re everyone’s free to use as they please.

when he breaks the kiss, he stares at you in a way that you don’t understand. he looks at you like he knows something that you don’t and it unnerves you so much. 

“i wonder if that pussy gets as wet as sicheng said…” he lowly growls and your eyes widden, squirming as his hand slides down between your bodies, cupping your cunt through your panties. 

he rubs your clit with his middle finger, grinning in satisfaction as he watches you getting bothered, breath becoming irregular. your face heats up and it’s like the air in the room got scorching hot in an instant. 

“can’t believe he let us have you… he was such a bitch about not sharing you, but something like that can’t be kept away forever,” hendery chuckles, his hand that was previously between your legs now tracing your thigh.  

“us?” you repeat, breath caught in your throat. what does he mean by ‘us’? there’s only him here. kun said there’ll be only hendery. 

he gives you a devious smile as he hears you stutter, the door opening at the same moment. you glance behind hendery’s shoulder and your blood runs cold when your eyes land on xiaojun. 

you attempt to push hendery off of you, but he holds you tightly against him. it only makes him laugh at you. 

“no! kun said it was going to be just you.” you push again on hendery, but he doesn’t budge an inch. 

“it’s alright, princess. we’re not transgressing the rules,” hendery says just as xiaojun makes his way to the edge of the bed. “kun is well aware of this…”

you shift your gaze back to xiaojun who’s also smiling at you. “stop worrying your little head so much,” he teases, joining you both on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “you’re gonna like this.”

you let them get you rid of your panties, not wasting any time to remove your top, thrown carelessly away on the floor. two men in the same bed with you is a situation that never crossed your mind before, even less when none of them are kun. you’re scared, terrified. 

they’re probably the ones you appreciate the least amongst kun’s friends, along with yangyang. they’ve never been subtle about their attraction to you, especially hendery who never missed an opportunity to look at you in a less than innocent way. they’ve never done anything to you, of course, and you never thought they would either, until now—until your boyfriend allowed it. 

they take turns on you, changing positions so many times you have a hard time following them. one moment xiaojun has his fingers into you, convincing himself he can make you squirt, and the other hendery’s between your legs, eating both of your holes at the same time as xiaojun forces his cock down your throat. 

your eyes burn from all the tears, but it doesn’t stop them one second, it even encourages them you think. you feel used and dirty, even though your body reacts to all of their touches, enjoying it way more than you should. 

the next few days are normal, that is until your boyfriend invites his friends over again. you hide in your bedroom, the only place where you know they can’t come. 

kun knew what you had in mind, that you had the intention to stay sheltered in your shared bedroom, and so he told you to come out earlier—be respectful, say hi to the boys—but you just couldn’t. you thought you were good for the first hour, but that didn’t last long. 

“what are you still doing here? i told you to behave tonight, didn’t i?”

you look at kun with frowned eyebrows, feeling bad for disappointing him, but you don’t want to be around his friends. what if they decide they want to use you again?

he walks further into the room, walking to your form curled under the sheets. he pulls you out of bed, not caring about your attire, and brings you forcefully to the living room. 

“kun, no! please, i’m sorry!” your eyes start to water, scared about where this is going. 

“shut it,” he hisses, “you want to be a disrespectful little brat, huh? then let’s show everyone how despicable you are.”

everyone’s eyes are on you, laughing mockingly, and you’ve never felt more humiliated. hendery says something to yangyang that makes him snicker, ten’s usual empathy is gone, and winwin can’t wait to see what kun is going to do.

your boyfriend sits on the couch across from everyone else, placing you between his legs. “here she is,” he groans, taking a fistful of your hair, “thought i wouldn’t come get her. thought she could hide away in our bedroom…”

with his hold on your hair, he makes you face the others and you look down shamefully, tears running down your cheeks. you hate his friends, you hate them so much. it’s their fault if kun acts so ruthlessly with you. 

he spreads your legs open, hooking your knees over his own. he doesn’t bother to remove your night shorts, only pushing it to the side along with your panties. his fingers come in contact with your bare folds, making you jolt in his arms, your hands holding onto his thighs behind you. 

“you need to understand that you don’t decide here,” he growls in your ear, pressing tight circles onto your clit. “i do whatever the fuck i want with you, whether you like it or not.” he takes a hold of your jaw with his free hand. “look at them, baby. look at them as i fuck you on my fingers.”

[giulliadella]

Bill Cipher's anatomy UPDATE!

Alex Hirsch is going to kill me one day.

So, for those who don't know, I'm the weirdo who did speculative biology of Bill Cipher, mostly as a fun exercise. I'm a biologist after all.

And now, on the stream, Alex Hirsch brought me the unused Bill's anatomy drawing from his book. I lost my mind:

So, now, I can tell you what my spec bio got right and what I got wrong and I can expand on the anatomy a bit!

Btw, this is going to have a NSFW part. I am VERY serious about that. Also, warning for anatomy drawings I guess.

WHAT I GOT CORRECT:

Bill Cipher is an invertebrate! He has a hydroskeleton, which he calls "arm juice", not bones. SUCK ARM JUICE YOU PERSON WHO SENT ME THAT ASK, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

And he's also segmented, although he has more segments than I saw. This isn't unusual, internal structures often keep the segmentation that external structures lost. I was very correct about his exoskeleton splitting in the middle to form a front and back plate and that his limbs protrude through the gap.

His skin is black! It's funny how many people needed to tell me that he's wearing gloves. No he's not!

I accidentally got right that he has a liver. I thought "this dumbass eats and drinks so much shit, if he didn't have a liver he'd be dead by now" and I was right. Considering the size of his liver, I was also right about him being a carnivore (or mostly carnivore). Carnivores have large livers because livers are used to process proteins and for uric acid cycle. Since carnivores consume lots of protein, they need a large liver.

His stomach is in the center! I didn't explain on my previous post why I placed it there, but it actually makes a lot of sense. The center of an equilateral triangle is its "mass center", so if an animal looks like a triangle, it would make a lot of sense that its stomach would be there, so that the extra mass from the meal wouldn't tilt its balance.

I also got right that his intestines are in his lowest segment and his brain in the topmost.

WHAT I GOT WRONG:

The entire reproductive system. It's MUCH freakier than expected!

Bill has ears! They are on the sides of his head. They aren't really ears, just tympanal membranes. They are located where Brett is trying his darndest XD

The hat is probably not a part of Bill's body. He used it as storage for extra organs during Weirdmageddon, Holy Moses on a Motorbike! However, if it IS a part of his body, then it could be used as fat storage.

He has 20 lashes. I would have never guessed. They could still be used to sample scent, a lot of animals have scent sampling tentacles.

His feet! He probably has velcro-like structure on them, like geckos. This could mean that Bill could glue himself to walls and walk on them if he wanted to. Little insect motherfucker.

He has a singular anus! And it's between his legs. Do with that information what you want.

AAAAND UPDATES!

I can finally show you Bill's entire digestive system! I couldn't do that in my original post, since I couldn't figure out what would go after the small intestine. Alex Hirsch has cleared that up for me and also, I think Bill uses some form of Malpighian tubules-like structures for urine excretion.

And, now... The reproductive system. AKA, the fun zone and creative juices.

NSFW!

Bill Cipher is a fucking freak, but maybe that isn't entirely his fault. It's in the genes of Euclydeans as species. (His love for BDSM isn't though. "He's got it all figured out", as Ford said.)

So, in case you don't know what a vagina dentata is, it was like an occult belief that women can grow teeth out of their vaginas. Bill Cipher's genitals look like a fucking vagina dentata. So that's why he thinks that teeth are hot - they grow out of his reproductive system.

Now, those aren't really teeth. They look like sharp-edged fleshy protrusions that Euclydeans probably use to tighten the grip during mating. It could probably be used for stimulation as well. That's why Bill doesn't like his sides being touched - the genitals are inside, but rubbing them feels violating.

Euclydeans are most likely one of those species who use pain to sexually stimulate their partners. It's not that uncommon on Earth either (don't look up reptile hemipenes, especially not turtles) and for creatures that are covered in smooth exoskeleton, some piercing action would be highly beneficial for transferring seminal fluid.

This also gives us the option of Bill Cipher being a biological female, who has a vagina with those weird teeth-like protrusions. However, it is entirely possible that males also have similar genitals. Bill calls his thing that's dripping "creative juice", so maybe it is seminal fluid? In either case, it's very freaky, but it fits him so well.

This also means that male Euclydeans most likely don't have a real copulatory organ, or, maybe, they do, but the female has to "bite it off" during mating to absorb the sperm. If they don't have the copulatory organ, they do it like birds, with just pumping, but unlike birds, they hold onto each other's thing with flesh teeth.

I am going to hell for making this art, but you are going with me for seeing it:

It also occurred to me that, since I believe Euclydeans use their bricks to produce sound... they would probably be loud. Fanfic authors, you know what to do.

@mitsu-the-witch you requested this, now live with it. I am going to burn my degree.

[kunareads]

brat | BONUS

Vogue — Inside YN’s Balenciaga Le Cagole

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a/n: thinking about her today <3 references: Vogue In The Bag | Balenciaga Le Cagole

WHAT’S IN YN’S BAG?

There are archive pieces—and then there’s YN’s Le Cagole: not just an accessory, but the original prototype of what would become one of the most recognizable It Girl bags in circulation. It doesn’t trend seasonally; it trends when she does.

Rumored to have been stolen at Berghain, recovered at Primavera, and re-gifted by Suguru Geto himself, the bag hangs off her shoulder like a weapon. Studded, sentient, and slightly cursed.

“I only carry what I need,” she says, pulling out a rhinestoned Altoids tin, a hard drive labeled DO NOT OPEN, and a pair of panties.

After three reschedules and two location mix-ups, Vogue was granted rare access to the rest of the icon’s arsenal.

Canon Powershot (Silver)

Sticker-covered and dented. Filled with blurry candids taken by Suguru Geto in dressing rooms, clubs, and backseats. Three photos where they’re both in frame, and forty-four of YN not looking at the camera.

Wired Headphones

“They sound better. And I always lose an AirPod.”

Hard Drive (labeled DO NOT OPEN)

“I don’t think Suguru knows I have this.” Demos, stems, voice memos, and one file ominously titled toru_verse_FINAL???

One AirPod (No case)

Left ear. She can’t change the stereo settings, and the volume is stuck at 70%. She doesn’t know where the right one is.

Two pairs of sunglasses

One belongs to her, the other to fellow pop icon Satoru Gojo himself.

Pack of Cigarettes

“I only smoke these when I’m drinking. Or when I’m pissed.”

Beaded Bracelet — CULTYN

Gift from a thirteen-year-old fan in Paris. Geto has one too. Uneven letters, rainbow beads, frayed threads. She wears it to perform.

Small Notebook and Pen

Lyrics. Grocery lists. Set lists. Several pages of venting. Doodles: flowers, clouds, random lines. Note from Geto: DRINK WATER.

Three Lip Glosses

Pat McGrath Lust: Astral Moon Flower Dior Addict Lip Maximizer: Mahogany Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb Stix: Sp'Ice Cold

Decorated Altoids Tin

Rhinestoned. A sticker of Geto’s face on the lid. She won’t say what’s inside (it’s drugs).

Photo Strip

From that rumor-filled night out. → Frame one: YN’s tongue out → Frame two: Suguru Geto flipping off the camera → Frame three: Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto kissing YN’s cheeks while she squeezes her eyes shut and smiles wide

Panties

Clean, black, lacy. “Just in case.”

Cosmetic Pouch (Clear vinyl, glitter trim)

Nail glue Lip balm Lash glue Eyeliner (not waterproof) Eye drops Barbie bandaids (limited edition)

[tourturestarradio]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌

"𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬."

"𝐃𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦?"

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Pairing: Worst Wolverine x Vampire reader (platonically)

Prompt: You lost him...he was gone, so why was he here how was he here?

Warnings: Angst with no comfort, Deadpool 3 spoilers, Wade being Wade. (this is connected to Enjoy the silence)

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮

Was this a joke? Blinking you stared at him fingers twitching. He was gone, you watched him die, right in front of your eyes. You'll never forget that moment, you lost him, you lost the single most important person in your life and you lost him.

So how?

How was he standing here right in front of you, the rest of the group looking at you wondering what you're gonna do.

Wade gasped as he looked between the two "is this the start of a found family trope-oh nevermind."

You tackled him down in an instant catching him off guard, growling in anger. Growing your nails out you stabbed into his sides "ah fuck!" prompting him to release his claws stabbing them into your side as well, just like old times.

"Well this is NOT how I thought this would go...oh gosh"

Wade gulped the others trying to pull you off of Logan as you two continued to claw at each other "it's like watching a cat fight." Blade looked over at him "will you quit your yapping and help us!" Wade nodded dragging Logan away from you.

"The fuck is your problem! You asshole!" Logan shouted yanking his arm away from Wade.

You hissed at him again, prompting Laura to speak up "they can't talk. Well at least not that well" Logan glared at you and you did the same.

"Well nothing can be worse trying to hear this guy try to do a public speech?" Wade said lightly patting Gambit's shoulder, Blade and Elektra letting go of you.

"L...iar ..."

Logan looked at you "the fuck?" he muttered his wounds slowly healing, your scratchy rugged voice calling out again.

"...L..iar"

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Wade nodded "I agree with peanuts here I can't really understand, you need some whiskey to clear out your throat since we don't have a drop of water anywhere." he joked.

You could feel tears bubble up in your eyes as you hissed again turning and leaving too angry to get a grip on yourself.

"Well that went about as well as a priest going to a school playground."

Elektra rolled her eyes "shut the fuck up" she groaned, Laura followed you out, Wade trying to make small talk "So...anybody up for uno..." he asked

The silence lingered for an uncomfortable amount of time as no one was in the mood for talking.

"Dear God the author needs to change scenes. I can't keep making jokes to fill this awkward silence" Wade said shaking his head.

.

The night drew close as you stayed up on a tree branch sitting staring at the moon your nails tapping against the tree bark, dried tear streaks on your face. Your brain remembering everything about him and the comfort he gave you, that void he filled.

He was the father you never had, he cared about you even when no one else did, even when everyone turned their back on you after the accident. He was there, you stuck like glue to his side never thinking the man you held so dear to your heart could ever die.

He was a hero? He wasn't supposed to die.

He was your hero.

And he left you.

He promised he wouldn't leave you.

He promised.

And he lied, he lied right to your face. You'll never forget the anger you felt after he took that final breath, the hate you felt. But it wasn't towards him, it was towards yourself. You let the one person who meant the most to you die, you let him slip through your fingers just like that.

But now. He's here again. Your eyes glued to him as he drank and talked with Laura for a little bit before she walked away. You didn't understand it, you wanted to lash out you wanted to scream and shout at him for leaving you but you couldn't. You had so many questions, so much you had to tell him about what happened in your life, there was so much to say but you just couldn't say it.

"I know you're there."

Blinking you stared at him, how did he know...?

"I can smell you. Come out."

You jumped down from the tree slowly walking up to him you sat down keeping your eyes on the flames, "what do you want, here to stab me again?" he asked glancing over at you.

You shook your head, signing 'sorry' to him. He looked at you confused and you signed it again, "I don't understand that." he commented, you cocked your head to the side, maybe he just forgot?

So with the best you could you strained out a small "s...orry" Logan looked at you, as you continued "..f..or. hur...ting" he only waved you off.

There was silence before you spoke again "..h..ow?" it hurt to speak but you did so anyway, Logan knew what you meant regardless "look kid. I'm not who you think I am." he started, you gripped onto your pants "I'm not him." he finished.

You shook your head getting up walking away for a second before coming back, you had a picture in your hand showing it to him, it was a bad picture you took of your first mission, it was you and Logan you had a grin while Logan was trying to swat away the camera.

Logan looked at it "that's not me." he stated firmly, you pushed the picture towards him again "kid listen to me. That ain't me," you didn't believe him.

Were you gone too long? Why didn't he remember?

Showing him another picture he swatted your hand away making you drop the picture into the fire, your eyes growing wide as you scrambled to grab the picture.

Logan quickly grabbed you seeing as you were burning yourself to grab it "hey! hey! damn it stop it!" you faught against him to grab the picture burning your hand in the processes.

Putting the fire out you looked at it half Logans face was burned off. Looking at the male you shoved him with a shout "stop that." he commanded, annoyed just hoping you'd go away.

You shoved him again "w..hy!" Logans claws shot out pointing at your throat "look kid I already fucking told you i'm not him! Get that through your thick fucking head!" snatching the two photos away from you he held them up shouting at you "we are not the same person! I'm not that fucking man you used to know! That man is dead!" he yelled.

You could feel more tears fill your eyes, not wanting to believe what he was saying. "He's gone! You've seen it for yourself! He's Dead! And there is nothing you can do about it!" He shouted throwing the pictures down before shoving past you angrily.

You hurried to pick up the pictures holding them close to your chest as hot tears ran down your cheeks, sitting on the ground you pulled your legs up to your chest.

He was right about one thing he was nothing like the Logan you knew. He may have looked like him but he was nothing Logan, he was an imposter, a fake, a lie. The Logan you knew and loved was dead.

And no one could bring him back.

.

.

A/n: This was a tough one, should I do a part two?

[thewertsearch]

Sneak attack! Fucking chainsaw sneak attack!!

Do it, Kanaya!

What the hell is wrong with you?

This goes beyond malevolence. Honestly, it just cleared stupidity. Sixty seconds ago, Eridan was fully committed to helping her with the Matriorb.

Did he even know what it was? Like, does he actually understand what he just did, or is he just lashing out randomly?

Either way, he's just sealed his fate. There's no way Kanaya's letting him leave this room alive.

...

You've made an enemy for life, Eridan.

No. Not Karkat.

Me.

Now, here’s the thing.

In recent conversations, Jade has alluded to a correspondence with a future version of Kanaya. This particular conversation occurred immediately before she died, so her future incarnation must therefore come back to life somehow.

...right? Unless her future self is a ghost, or communicating from the Dream Bubbles like Feferi, or...

No. No, she's coming back, and I'm sticking to that conclusion like glue. If I don't, I think I might actually scream.

Please let him teleport right in front of Vriska.

Wait, wasn’t Karkat in the room? What happened with him while all of this was going down?

Hah.

Yeah, that's about right.

[satoblue]

“EYES” — gojo satoru

you never truly got the memo when it came to pranking people on april fools day. | wc: 1.2k

f!reader, established relationship (married), satoru loves a good prank, but he’s kinda lame with it LOL, and a bit of a perv ig (he pokes your titty) so this may be suggestive but not really, you don’t follow the rules of the day (but that’s bc you aren’t joking), pregnancy mention <- brief (just to be safe) | star divider by @/cafekitsune and swirl divider from pinterest + edited by me

it is the night before april fools day, or as you like to call it - satoru day - for he is the fool of all fools, the persistent one of your home who never seems to leave even after all the excitement of the day is over.

the title was rightfully earned, however.

growing up, satoru never indulged in such frivolous activities until suguru took it upon himself to show him what all the fuss is about back in school. and now, the man would call himself an expert.

needless to say, he enjoyed it — the thrill that came with unleashing chaos onto an unsuspecting person. there is not a day that goes by where satoru isn’t causing mischief and mayhem in your home, and unfortunately for you, april fools day is the one day where he ups the ante just a teensie bit more.

before his students, of course — his sweet, poor, unsuspecting, gullible wife is always the first on the list to be on the receiving end of his schemes as soon as the clock strikes midnight.

a few hours prior, your husband, giggling mischievously to himself in the kitchen in his baby blue pajamas at one in the morning, decides his prank should be spending an hour glueing googly eyes everywhere — on every surface, piece of furniture, decor, and then of course, you.

“aaaand one for you.”

boop.

“and one for you —”

boop.

deep in your slumber, you’re oblivious whilst your fool sticks two plastic eyes onto your shirt right over where your nipples would be, carefully as to not wake you up.

once he’s done, satoru admires his own work. poking at one breast with his pointer finger, sights fixated on the fat jiggling and single googly eye rattling with the movement. he whispers proudly to himself in the dark with a pleased smirk.

“heh, perfect.”

the next morning arrives without a hitch and you go about your usual routine.

as you stumble out of bed, sliding your slippers on, you toss a lazy glance beside you and notice satoru is missing — which isn’t unusual as he is usually making breakfast for the both of you.

the scent of the cooked food wafts in the air, and you feel a little nauseous but that is to be expected considering your condition. though, something peculiar is that you hear not one sound coming from the kitchen.

as you walk out of the bedroom, you’re so disoriented from just waking up that you fail to notice the numerous eyes staring at you — each different sizes and colors.

turning the corner, you head into the bathroom. and as you flick on the switch, you look up and into the mirror — and that’s when you see it.

the eyes on your chest.

and the ones glued onto the sink faucet. and the top edge of the mirror. and the bathtub. and your shower products — even your toothbrush. and when you look down, of course, as you expected, they were on your slippers too.

with a sigh, you conclude there could only be one culprit.

you poke your head into the hall from the doorway before stepping out, padding your way into the living room, meeting multiple eyes as you do, until you spot the familiar tufts of white hair.

satoru could hear your approach from the sound of your slippers shuffling on the floor, unable to conceal his giggles as he sits turned away on the couch — which also have gigantic eyes stuck to it. (how was it possible to even buy them in that size??)

clearing your throat, satoru perks up before turning to face you with a long arm over the back of his seat, looking at you with an innocent smile as he bats his white, angelic lashes.

“there’s the star of the show.”

“satoru.” you warn.

you don’t miss the way his eyes get - quite literally - googly eyed as they dart down to your chest with a cheeky glint before back up to your actual ones.

“my my, i never noticed what beautiful eyes you have, dearest wife.” your husband ignores your dangerous tone, standing from the couch and making his way over.

“mind if i get a closer look — owie!” he stops mid sentence when you swat his hand away from groping your tit.

those white brows scrunch together like an angry cat’s, bottom lip jutted into a pout, clutching his hand to his chest. “meanie! you’re no fun.”

“what is all of this, satoru?”, you ask bluntly.

“wow,” he scoffs as if you have wronged him greatly. “that’s the first thing you ask? you haven’t even asked me to be your fool yet! not real romantic, y’know? what happened to keeping the fiery passion alive in a relationship, huh?”

you blink, pausing momentarily. you didn’t realize it was the first of the month of april today.

“is this supposed to be your april fools prank..?”, you inquire with an unimpressed arch of the brow.

you’re rewarded with an eager nod.

“don’t you know? this is my way of having my eye on you at all times.” he squints and puckers his lips, pointing two fingers to his eyes then at yours for dramatic effect.

your eyes flit from his to the gigantic googly ones stuck to the couch where the huge black disc pupils under the clear plastic were crossed eyed, and then back again.

you see the resemblance.

“and how are you going to get all of these off? — you better have not used the super glue in my crafts drawer!”

the fool grows silent. “um, about that... heh.” he chuckles nervously.

satoru could practically see the imaginary pissed off tick mark on your forehead.

“very humorous, satoru.” you drawl. then, an idea hits you. you barely have time to think it over. it was truly now or never, otherwise you’d be too nervous to say anything another time.

he’s staring at you with his usual calculating gaze, seeing right through you, and your words almost get caught in your throat — he won’t suspect this, however.

“speaking of, wanna hear something actually funny?”, you blurt out nervously.

satoru’s lips turn upwards into a smug smirk, “shoot.”

“i’m pregnant.”

with that, you quickly dart away, trying to play it off cool as you flee the scene, your heart pounding in your chest at your kinda sorta april fools confession, wondering just how long it’ll take for your husband to process what you just said.

you feel sick, and you don’t know if it’s from the smell of breakfast in the air or the nerves in your tummy.

the sound of a chuckle leaving satoru’s lips reaches your ears, and he watches you scurry off in a hurry. your husband crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head in disappointment.

“that’s not even how it goes. you’re supposed to yell april fools after the jo—”

he pauses, words coming to a halt. it takes a moment for your fool - doing the math in his thick skull - but the realization soon hits him.

satoru’s eyes go wide like saucers.

“wait — what?!”

an hour later . . .

“you know, you can say you have six eyes like me now!” he chirps.

“you have two up here,” he gestures to your face.

“then two down here”, he points at your breasts, and you roll your eyes.

but then, satoru places his large palm over your stomach. “and then two in here…” he finishes, eyes full of warmth and love, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

okay, that was good. you’ll give him that.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 20

Warnings: injuries and scars, mentions of wound care and stitches, loads of emotional angst & tension, Villian reluctantly letting Hero treat her wounds

The quiet was heavy and awkward, Villain watching Hero like a hawk as he tended to her injuries, her eyes tracking every movement he made with wary distrust.

"You've been a complete ass this whole time," Villain suddenly blurted out of nowhere. "Ever since you rescued me. You're a jerk."

Hero paused, his gloves slimy with topical medicine. "I know I have been," he said quietly, not even trying to justify it or defend himself. "And you haven't deserved it. So I deeply apologize for my behavior this past week. I was acting like we used to together, all flippant humor, biting sarcasm, and playful cockiness -- but things are different now, and I should have acted accordingly, instead of trying to re-establish an outdated sense of normalcy that will never come back again."

"Is that what you've been trying to do?" Villain scoffed. "Acting like the old you did, the one that betrayed me, to try and make me feel safer? The one that I fell in love with? Do you really think that's going to make me warm up to you, when all emotions I have tied to the past version of us are negative?" Suddenly it all made sense now.

Villain's expression turned anguished. "Hero, you know me -- I learn from my mistakes, and I do not repeat errors expecting different results. I loved you once, in the past, and got burned because of it. The old version of you is unlovable now in my eyes, and will forever be tainted with bitterness -- things need to change if you want me to tolerate you again. I'm pushing you away because you're still the same. You're relying on what made me fall in love with you back then, and you don't seem to realize that I can't trust that part of you anymore." She shook her head with a sigh.

"You need to be very, very different before I'll ever be willing to turn my back to you again, Hero -- if it ever even happens at all, which it likely won't. You need to be better than this." Her eyes sharpened, and her heart hurt to lash out at Hero like this, but she needed to draw a clear line.

"I will say it one final time to get it through your stupid thick skull that I don't love you anymore -- and you will never earn that privilege from me in the future. You permanently broke me when you used me as a tool for information -- you can try to glue the shattered pieces back together if you're so desperate, but you'll cut yourself on all the sharp little edges. I know that from experience trying to put myself back together all this time."

Hero's face crumpled, and Villain hated that he looked dejected -- what right did he have to feel that way, after all he'd done?? Did he really think she would forgive him and move on? Why did he seem disappointed by her rejection? He should have seen it coming.

Or maybe he did, and it still hurt anyway. Villain hoped that was the case -- he deserved it.

She expected Hero to clap back with barbed remarks, beg for the forgiveness he was so clearly desperate for or defend his actions and try to explain them...

But Hero didn't argue, to her utmost surprise. He just... nodded in silent acceptance.

"I'll give you space, then, for the next few days while you recover," he whispered dully. "I'll make myself scarce aside from doing your daily wound treatments, and you can come talk to me when you're ready. Because you're absolutely right -- I've been a total jerk to you. I should have let you decide when you wanted to interact instead of forcing it on you like I have. I'm sorry – I promise things will be different going forward.”

Villain blinked at him in surprise. She... wasn't expecting him to take it this well. Or maybe Hero was putting up a facade to hide how much her words hurt him. That seemed like viable reasoning, considering how Villain could see the pain in his eyes even though he was keeping his facial expression neutral.

The eyes never lie -- they are the window to a person's soul. And she could see the pain hidden below the surface of Hero's carefully crafted exterior.

Villain suddenly flinched with a hiss as Hero pressed his hands on a sensitive spot on her ribs.

"Sorry," Hero winced, "I'm almost done.”

Villain didn't make eye contact for the rest of it, enduring his help in silence as he covered her in bandages once more.

Soon, Hero was packing up his supplies and leaving her to her thoughts.

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[cj-marj]

ShikaNaru snippet

Living with someone is nice. Most times.

There’s a man lying on his carpet. They’re childhood friends; that’s the easier way to describe their relationship. But the term ‘friends’ is a loose word. They didn’t know much about each other as kids, and even when this started, but they’ve always been that way. They come together and break apart like puzzles fit for each other. Their times together were few and far between but each moment was unexpectedly memorable.

Then Shikamaru started coming around more often.

As usual, Naruto welcomed it without much forethought. But when the days grew shorter and Shikamaru remained a constant presence in his house, that lack of forethought came back to haunt him. He became afraid. He enjoyed the company, and he became afraid of losing it this time. This time, he hoped he could glue the lines between them so they would never come apart again. But Shikamaru had a life outside of him. So he carried on.

Some nights, he slept alone, and he didn’t complain. Some nights, Shikamaru would stay over. Some nights, they would stay up working and fall asleep next to each other in the living room. Being the early riser he is, Naruto would awake first and bask in the warmth of his frequent house partner. He would shuffle forward just to count the lashes on his eyes, and the faded acne scars, and note the few moles he finds under Shikamaru’s jaw. Then before Shikamaru wakes, he shuts his eyes and lies there, pretending. At some point, he came to learn that Shikamaru caught on to his ministrations, but he never said anything. He let Naruto have it so Naruto took it.

He shouldn’t want it. He shouldn’t want to want it either, but one day, when Shikamaru waits for him to drop the pretence and he opens his eyes to meet those ever-brown ones he’s coming to love searching for, he gives into his yearning. He realises, or rather, remembers, right there, what a weak man he is for this. He wants this. He wants Shikamaru to stay. He wants to never be apart from him again. And Shikamaru must see it in his eyes, because not only is he good at reading people like that, but Naruto’s never been good at hiding his feelings.

“Morning,” Shikamaru drawls in that low timbre his voice takes on after a long sleep.

“Morning,” Naruto whispers back.

The air is dry and so is his throat. They had forgotten to shut the glass doors last night after they’d come in from smoking. Shikamaru tumbled to the ground laughing at something stupid Naruto had said, and Naruto followed him solely based on the instinct of craving his warmth. They rolled around on the carpet speaking in tongues, sneezing and occasionally giggling into the ground at their own childishness. Naruto was beyond full. The mirth in his heart threatened to explode out of his chest and kill him right there. But he lived, just to fall under the same threat the next morning.

“What’s for breakfast?” His eyes break away and land somewhere on Naruto’s hair. His hand follows soon after.

“Dunno. What do you want?”

Shikamaru’s fingers are warm, but Naruto shivers at his touch. It’s such a clear reaction that he can’t even bother to hide. And Shikamaru sees this, but he continues to run his hands through Naruto’s hair.

“Why’s your hair so messy in the mornings?”

Like a man possessed, Naruto’s hand lifts to ruffle through Shikamaru’s hair as well. The ink strands slip through his fingers without fuss. Tangles never really hold in Shikamaru’s hair.

“Like yours is any better.”

They’re supposed to be bantering, but the tone is off. Shikamaru’s hand is moving too rhythmically through Naruto’s hair and the latter’s voice is too soft to illustrate nothing if not a man in love.

“You should braid your hair before you sleep.” Like he mentioned before, it’s pointless. One brush and Shikamaru’s hair is cascading down his neck like a waterfall. But this is what happens: Shikamaru starts it, Naruto continues, Shikamaru lets him have it and Naruto takes it in the only way he’s ever known.

“It hurts my hands. Will you do it for me?”

With ferocity.

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[boobo13cambridge]

Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé

"I know you want it, but you're never gonna get it.

Tere haath kabhi na aani

(I will never come into your hands)

Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari,

(Whether anyone believes it or not,)

Mere ishq ki hai deewani.

(This whole world is crazy behind me.)"

The music was blasting from the Bluetooth speaker that Kylian had got you for Valentine's Day after you had complained to him that your iPhone wasn't enough to jam to your favorite songs while getting ready.

Kylian, ever the attentive one, couldn't possibly not buy his bébé anything she asked for. Carefully applying the shade Limitless on your eyelids from your Huda Beauty palette, you were jamming to one of your favorite songs of all time while getting ready for your friend's birthday party. You were so happy that Kiara decided to make it Bollywood-themed because you wanted to wear the gold saree that your mother had gotten for you from her trip to India last month.

"Ab dil karta hai haule haule se,

(Now slowly my heart wants,)

Main toh khud ko gale lagaun.

(Me to embrace myself.)"

You continued shaking your hips in a sensual motion while you curled your lashes and applied a coat of mascara. To be honest, you were running a bit late and hoped Kylian wouldn't come home too soon so you could blame any tardiness on him. As a girl, you felt that being on time was overrated; no matter how much you prepared in advance, it didn't matter. What can you say? Beauty can't be hurried.

"Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya,

(I don't need anyone else,)

Main toh khud se pyar jataun.

(I'll express my love to myself.)"

This was your favorite part of the song. While waiting for the eyelash glue to dry, you struck a pose at every line.

"What's my name?

What's my name?

What's my name?

My name is Sheila, Sheila ki jawani.

(My name is Sheila, young Sheila.)

I'm too sexy for you,

Main tere haath na aani.

(I will never come into your hands.)

No no no no Shei-"

"Having fun, mon amour?" your husband's voice cut through the music as you stood there, your index finger shaking in front of the mirror with your expression stuck in a deer caught in the headlights motion.

Smirking, your husband stood there leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Kyky! What a surprise! I didn't know you were going to be home so early!" you blushed, trying to quickly put your lashes on, while wholly ignoring the fact that you were obviously late.

"Early, bébé? Really? T'es sérieuse?" he said, raising his eyebrows and walking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "It's 8:00 pm, and we are supposed to leave by 8:15 pm."

"Honestly, Ky. When you really think about it, does it really matter? I mean, it's an Indian birthday party; no one's on time," you rambled on while applying your primer. "Besides, time is just a con-"

"Bébé,"

"-cept. According to Allen Bluedor, time is a result -"

"Bébé,"

"of humans interacting with each other -"

"BÉBÉ!"

"-and socialization processes," you trailed off as he spun you around in his arms and gave you a stern look that made you immediately shut up. Kylian looked positively over your antics, as his dark eyes peered into your soul. The stern press of his mouth made it clear that he was less than impressed with your incorrigible habit of not getting ready on time.

"Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit la semaine passée quand on a failli être en retard pour la fête à ma mère?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on your exposed hip bone. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that had your pulse suddenly racing. A slight shiver went down your spine as you had a hard time looking into his eyes.

"Euh, que j'étais vraiment belle et que de toute façon on avait juste failli être en retard?" you said while fluttering your eyes at him. You knew you were in trouble when you felt his hands tighten around your hips, as he frowned and pursed his lips, almost surprised by your audacity.

"Et maintenant, tu mens, eh?" his growly voice sent a spark of heat into your lower belly as he slowly backed you into the counter. Feeling the edge digging into your back, you placed your hands on the planes of his chest, the soft fabric of his black kurta providing comfort despite the tension in the air.

His right hand, which was on your hip, slid up your body slowly, wrapping around your throat and giving it a light squeeze. Your breath hitched as you felt your panties dampening.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer, bébé."

"Okay, fine. You told me that if I were late one more time, you would bend me over your knees…"

"Don't get shy on me now, princesse. You've literally had my cock in your mouth."

"Oh my god, Ky. You're such a perv sometime."

"Answer me."

"You would bend me over your knees and spank my ass raw," you mumbled quickly.

"Unfortunately, mon amour, I don't have time to bend you over my knees but I'm sure this counter will do," he said while his left hand slid down your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.

"Turn around, and bend over."

At this point, you were so turned on that you wanted him to do it, all previous traces of nervousness vanishing from your body as if it was never there in the first place. Gulping, you bit your lip, as you slowly turned around and bent over the cold countertop. you weren't wearing a bra underneath your silk robe, so your nipples were hard as they touched the cool surface.

You heard Kylian inhale sharply as he slowly lifted your flimsy robe, gradually exposing your derrière. You heard him curse as he caressed your soft flesh. A sharp smack on your ass had you whimpering as the sting left behind a film of ecstasy in your soul.

"You're going to count for me now, bébé," he said, his commanding voice slowly seducing you into submission.

"One…" The word barely left your lips when Kylian let out a snort, shaking his head not in amused disbelief at your antics. "T'es drôle. Celui-là ne compte pas."

Despite the dark lust clouding his deep brown eyes, a glint of mischief and a touch of affection shone through. You drove him absolutely mental but he loved every second of it.

"T'es méchant, tu sais," you retorted, a pout forming on your lips, challenging his authority with your audacity.

Smack.

"Deux," you said, your voice laced with defiance, determined to test his limits as the sting of his slap reverberated through you. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, the person staring back seemed almost like a stranger. A flush of red painted your cheekbones, a vivid testament to the intensity of the moment, while your teeth sank into your plump bottom lip.

"You're such a brat. I shouldn't let you cum for a week," he admonished, his tone firm as he caressed the bruised flesh.

"No! How could you even think of doing that?" You protested breathlessly, alarmed that he would even dare deny you your pleasure.

Just as he was about to retort, the sudden ring of your phone sliced through the charged atmosphere of the room, the beginning notes of Standing Next to You breaking the intimate bubble that you were both confined in.

"Who is it, Ky?" Your voice was curious, a slight edge of impatience cutting through as you tried to peek over his shoulder at the glowing phone screen.

"Oh putain, it's Kiara."

"Oh shit, she's going to kill us. We're so late." The words tumbled out of your mouth, a laugh hiding just beneath the surface, acknowledging that your best friend was about to tear you a new one.

"I wonder whose fault that is, mon amour," Kylian smirked, his gaze teasing and accusatory all at once.

"Ugh, get over it, Ky."

Smack.

"Cheeky brat." His words were a playful growl, the affectionate smack a punctuation to your ongoing banter. "C'mon, let me help you with your saree."

"Je t'aime, bébé." you said blowing a kiss in his direction, giving him a quick peck.

He just rolled his eyes at your antics, the gesture full of love and a resigned acceptance of your playful nature.

╚══════╝ A/N╚══════╝

Hi lovelies! I had this in the drafts and finally decided to post it! Yay 😁

I think I’m leaning towards writing short prompts because i have a hard time doing longer ones.

Anyways, I hope you guys like it 😊😊