#his mouth is so interesting tho! I love. how they draw it in the show. it’s cute. it’s one of his many cute qualities.

[pepperpixel]

Some inside job art! Mostly just trying to figure out how to draw these two

[ju1cyfru1t]

Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

[talaok]

Okay I have another request lmao but Spencer and reader playing one of those couples card games? Could be a cute Valentine’s Day fic. And the questions are all varied like for example ‘how do I show you I love you without telling you’ ‘how would you describe me to a stranger’ ‘what’s the sexiest thing about me’ ‘are you lying to yourself about anything’ ‘what non sexual part of me turns you on’ etc which means you can make it as fluffy, angsty or smutty as you want to or all 3 lmao and gives you a lot of creative freedom <3

God I'm so single this made me feel lonely thank you tho, amazing request as always❤️

Time to play

"what is that?" he laughed, his eyes following you as you entered the living room.

You had just finished eating the surprise dinner he had spent weeks planning, and you had disappeared into the bedroom just to come back with a little pink cardboard box.

"a game" you explained with a grin

Spencer knew that smile,

something was up.

he raised an eyebrow questioningly as you sat down close to him.

"ok it's a couples game"

"ah" he hummed amusedly

"c'mon it's fun"

He looked at you,

How could he ever say no to that face?

Spencer often thought of how dangerous the effect you had on him was, about how you could literally ask him to do anything and he would do it without missing a beat if it meant making you happy.

"does it involve taking your clothes off?"

You giggled "would you want it to?"

He bit down a smirk, already more interested "yes" he said like it was the most obvious thing on this earth

You smiled "too bad it doesn't"

"ugh," he huffed, disappointed "you're cruel"

"you still love me though" you leaned closer, kissing him briefly

Too briefly according to Spencer,

"I do" he nodded, smiling hazily as he kissed you once more.

"Alright, then pretty boy, time to play"

He sighed “fine, how does it work?”

“You just answer the questions when it’s your turn and ask them when it’s mine”

“Seems easy enough” he nodded

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Genius”

He laughed softly “you’ve gotta stop calling me that”

“When you’ll stop being a genius”

“That’s not really in my control”

“Well then I guess you’re doomed”

“When was I ever not with you?”

You smiled wide at that, hiding your reddening cheeks as opened the box.

You placed the cards on the table and looked up at him

“Ladies first” he gestured

“What a gentleman” you snickered, drawing a card.

“Ok this is nice” you cleared your throat “how would you describe me to a stranger?”

“Uhh-“ he thought, creasing his forehead “why would I need to-“

“Just answer the question babe” you laughed

“Ok. Well I guess I would say you’re really smart” he started “and stunning, of course” he paused to think “ and funny, talented, and kind” he listed “and well- the love of my life”

You rolled your eyes, your mouth betraying you as it twitched into a smile.

“You’re so cheesy” you leaned closer to him

“And you like it” he kissed you

“I do” you scrunched your nose “your turn”

“Alright,” he took a card “this is interesting- who was your first crush?”

You smiled, settling some hair behind your ear” Jhon Malley, he was a senior when I was a freshman, and he used to tutor me”

“Tutor you?”

Spencer knew you never needed tutoring

“What? I needed an excuse to be with him”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Well he was pretty jacked...” you giggled

“Noted, I’ll start training with Derek"

"no please don't " you waved your hands desperately "I don't wanna have to take care of you for a week because you can't move last time "

"fine I won't" he agreed "did anything ever happen?"

"nope" you tsked "he started dating a cheerleader"

"well he missed out"

"agreed," you said, drawing a card

"Oh I like this one" you bit your bottom lip "what is the sexiest thing about me?"

he smiled, wide "everything"

You hit his chest with the card playfully "no, give me a real answer"

"ok, well your... personality then"

"spencer..." you glared

"oh c'mon, you know"

"I do" you smirked "but I wanna hear you say it"

he sighed "your boobs" he confessed with a thin voice

"I knew it"

"well it's not really a secret" he laughed "what about me? what's the sexiest thing about me?"

"your butt definitely" you joked, making him snort as he took another card

"mh, I wanna know this- Is there something you've lied to your partner about in the past week?"

you smiled guiltily

"spill it"

"ok you know the other day when you asked me where your jumper went and I told you I didn't know" you shrugged "I had kinda stolen it"

He grinned "Oh I knew that"

"what?"

"do you think I haven't noticed how my part of the wardrobe is getting emptier and yours magically growing?"

"and plus, you don't know how to lie"

"That's not true"

He tilted his head, clearly mocking you

"you smile when you lie, and you can't look me in the eyes"

you gasped feigning offense "maybe you just have an advantage because your job is literally to read people, mr. profiler"

"maybe" he agreed "but you're still an awful liar"

"shut up" you stole the card from his hand, and drew a new one.

"What's the first thing you noticed about me when you first met me?"

he didn't even have to think about it "your smile, the moment I saw it I knew I was done for"

You felt your cheeks warm "that's sweet"

he raised an eyebrow "it's the truth" he said, drawing a card.

Oh, he liked this one.

"what would you say is my hidden talent?"

You smirked, only dirty dirty thoughts passing through your mind, and from the look of it, his too.

"I think you know"

"oh I do" he rested his elbows on his legs, leaning closer "But I wanna hear you say it" he gave you a taste of your own medicine.

"Well Doctor-" you bit your lip, leaning so your face was just before his, as your finger traced mindless patterns on his shoulder and chest "you do have a very talented mouth" you murmured "and tongue" you added, kissing his cheek, as you noticed his breathing quicken "and well-" you kissed his neck now "other things too" you suggested.

"mmm" he hummed, his hand reaching for your thigh "how about I use some of those talents right now?"

You laughed softly, "sure thing baby," you agreed "right after we finish playing"

[lyssak09]

Hello :D

I love your writings!!!!

And I love your dbd Yandere Leon x killer reader story :3 can you pls make a part two? I would love to know how it will continues :D

Thank you so much for your amazing work!!!!!!

Also have a good day :D

Of course! Your super sweet I'm so glad you like my writing. So I actually started working on a part 2 after seeing your comment. But your ask just really made me work more on it. So thank you for requesting! Also, I tried to make this as gender friendly as possible. If I messed up anywhere Im so sorry. I hope you guys enjoy it 💙

Yandere Leon with Killer! Reader pt 2

Leon is a clingy needy dude after he's yonked you from the killer's realm. So expect a lot of cuddling, no personal space, and following you everywhere you go in the apartment. 

He isn’t THAT weird, and lets you use the bathroom in peace.

You think anyway.

The best part about him following you like a puppy is the fact that you can basically make him do anything with a simple sentence. 

You could ask for water, and he will zoom over the fridge to get you some water.

Hungry?

Food has been cooked and brought to you.

You are treated like a god dang queen/king/royalty. 

As you should be.

He took you without your permission, and has been keeping you basically hostage. 

This is the least that he could do for you. 

Now, is his cooking very good?

Not really.

He is used to cooking food over a fire and, after joining The Entity’s realm, not eating at all.

If someone came to visit you guys (99.98% not gonna happen but it doesn't hurt to hope) like a friend of his, who didn’t hate him for kidnapping you, he would be giving them a death glare until they leave. Lucky for them that they're friends with Leon or else you'd have a giant mess to clean up and some laundry to do if ya catch my drift.

Btw, Leon 100% wants you to be his house spouse.

You are so missed by your friends. And are enraged and appalled that Leon has done this to you and is able to.

A lot of the killers don’t care tho, since they’ve seen much worse.

But the survivors do, they're also extra pissed he is the one who did kill them for a while as of late.

But hey, not everything was too bad. 

He let you have hobbies, as long as you were still inside of the apartment.

Like sewing.

If you were really interested in it, he would ask you to sew some of his old clothes with big holes.

“Y/N,” he would whisper, before sitting down next to you. You were just sewing up old holes in a pillow case that you found in the back of the closet, hoping to maybe get some use out of it. “Can you sew up this hole for me?"He showed you an old, black shirt with a bullet hole on the chest. “Laurie got me good with a pallet, it put a hole in my shirt, and I haven’t been able to find someone to repair it.”

If you try to stab him with the needle or scissors to skedaddle then your butt is gonna get whooped. 

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" He yelled at you while you tried to break the front door down. "To get away from you! Duh!" You replied before body slamming the door. Leon let out a string of curses as he quickly wrapped his wound with scraps of fabric from the table. Leon soon grabbed you by your waist and dragged you to the bedroom. "Damn it! Let go of me!!" You screamed and held on to the door frame of the bedroom. Leon covered your mouth and pulled you into the room. "You have no reason to scream yet." He hissed in your ear and shut the door. 

If you like reading, he would ask force ou to read to him.

“But, if the werewolf liked the girl, then why wouldn’t he keep her? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” he asked. You rolled your eyes, "because the vampire one already had dibs on her. And healthy relationships don't involve kidnapping!" You told him and continued reading. "They obviously don't love her like I love you" Leon mumbled.

If you like drawing, he would ask to see what you’re drawing and he would try to make sure to get stuff for you to draw more. 

Like pencils and pens.

“What are you drawing?” He would ask, standing above you as you leaned over the table. “Is it a zombie?”

“No.”

“A cat?”

“No.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a tree.”

"Oh…"

Leon would frame and or put any drawings or doodles on the fridge.

If you have other hobbies, he would try his best to get you stuff to be able to do the things you loved. 

If he couldn’t, he would watch you and learn what you were doing.

If he had to go to a trial while you were at the house by yourself, he would lock the doors and take the key.

That way you wouldn’t be able to get out while he was gone.

While that did stop you from getting out, it did allow you some time alone without him hovering over you.

You could do whatever you pleased for the few hours that he was gone. 

Wanted to catch up on some extra sleep that got taken away from you?

Then nap time it is!

Want to draw something without him looking over your shoulder?

Freedom to draw whatever you want.

Though, you would have to hide them, since he does go through your stuff regularly.

Especially your drawing notebooks.

But remember, he had to find things that were hidden before he was forced into The Entity’s realm. 

So it won’t be easy to try and hide things from him.

Especially if he is suspicious of you hiding something.

“What did you do today?” He asked, walking through the door and plopping on the couch next to you. “Nothing much really, just took a nap and tidied up a bit.”. “Then why are the pencils out of place and why are their smudge marks on the table?” He asked, looking at you. He knew you were lying about what you were doing. “I know you were drawing.” He looked at you with an upset glare, “You don’t have to lie about what you do when I’m gone, you know I love your drawings.” He grabbed both of your hands in one of his, his other hand on your upper arm, “Where is it? I would love to see it.”. “I told you, I didn’t draw today. I tidied up, and that included moving some of the drawings I’ve already made.” You ripped your hands away from his. He started to get angry. "Why are you lying to me?" Leon yanked to towards him. "You didn't draw some boy or girl you think like like right? Because I'm the only one you can see in that way!" He was growling at this point. "Damn it Leon! I didn't draw today, and besides, is it really such a bad thing if I don't want you to see my drawings?" You were sweating now. You may or may not have drawn a hot character you had a crush on. But what's the harm in that? And aren't you allowed to have some privacy? "DON'T FUCKIN LIE TO ME!" he screamed and pinned you to the wall. You got the wind knocked outta you. "You know I don't like secrets." You stayed silent.  “I’m going to find it, even if I have to turn this whole place upside down!"

Yeah…he doesn't like secrets

Especially from you. Couples share everything right?

But if you dont draw and play games instead then maybe you get a game system or a game boy.

Or whatever you need/want for your hobbies

Anywaaays when he is forced to chill in the Killer camp he likes to ease drop on the killers and survivors who were you friends before you got yonked. (Yes you were friends with most of the survivors. You were a pretty friendly and chill killer) 

Leon started to hear rumors of him making a deal with the entity. Which wasn't wrong. But he still didn't you two to be discussed about with these asshats

He also started to hear your friends talk about plans to take you back and beat the utter crap outta our RPD boi.

But sadly for you, that's not happening. The Entity has gotten so much rage from Leon taking his anger out on his once friends. (He gets angry because someone isn't reciprocating his feelings fast enough. 

And Entity is also getting rage and despair from the survivors

To be perfectly honest, I don't think you're ever getting out. Leon's kills is more than making up for you no longer being able to do trials. So the entity is probably gonna leave you in Leon's hands. Forever

"You're mine you got that?" He hissed at you as you kicked and screamed at him to let you go. You had just tried to escape again and Leon caught you. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Leon screamed and dug his nails into your jaw, breaking the skin and causing blood to trail down your neck. You mumbled out a yes. "Good, because you're never leaving me."

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------- little fun bonus if wanted —-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Maybe one day the Entity decided to let you guys out into the real world for a while since Leon has been so so useful as of late 

That also meant everyone could join.

Leon was pissed about this idea. He only wanted you and nobody else.

Besides, his ex-teammates aren’t probably the happiest with him

You know, killing them and all that.

Killers also didn’t really like him either.

They missed you being around the campfire with them.

But he made a deal, and The Entity was one to never let their side of the deal fail. 

Neither was Leon though.

He always kept his side of the deal.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone else come near you.

You already knew that though, and it wasn’t like you haven’t tried to bargain with The Entity either. 

But at least you could enjoy a day in the real world near your friends. 

So, yay

[dieanywhereelseart]

I’ve been drawing with dip pens lately so I did a nib study using my ghost trick redesigns.

for anyone that’s interested here’s some notes on the nibs under the cut.

Leonardt 33 - Easily the one of the most flexible pen nibs I have. Technically this is designed for calligraphy, specifically spencerian, so the sideways movement isn’t great and there’s little control when doing hatching. Really dramatic swoops with high pressure that aren’t entirely appropriate for character portraits but I kinda dig what it did to Sissel’s hair. Will probably use it for special effects like fire and smoke and stuff.

Leondardt 33 - This one is actually intended for drawing so naturally it has a fairly consistent line weight with a low flex. The hatching marks are kinda scratchy but not in a bad way. Would probably work really well for continuous contour and styles of lineart that are more sketchy, loose, and dynamic than my normal character art style. Would prob use for larger pieces or figures closer to the camera cause the line weight is generally a bit too thick for the usual size I work with.

Tachikawa G - This is a nib made for drawing manga specifically and it’s really easy to use for drawing. Some of the calligraphy nibs really take some thought and careful motor control to look good but this one was forgiving. I see myself using this a lot for really casual art. It was kinda hard to do hatching or filling with this one tho, which was kinda surprising. Very gentle line variance, makes really clear shapes. You can see in the other characters than too high flexibility can make it hard for the brain to turn lines into form so this really mellows it out. Prob best to use this nib to block out the lineart then hatch/fill/detail with others.

Hunt 102 - this is a speedball job made for mapping and oh my god do I love this nib. It’s just so 👌👌👌 on the details??? the line variance perfectly matches the brushes I use on photoshop and it’s just. mwah. it holds onto literally so much ink despite being so tiny. interestingly hatching is unstable but two or three lines together seem to be just fine. Kinda sad that jowd’s hair is a little hard to focus on cause of the variance but with a little practice I can prob find ways around that cause I already know I’m gonna love using this nib for heads and faces. Filling is a bit patchy but otherwise I think this is gonna be my go-to detail nib. (also no jowd isn’t in overalls that’s supposed to be an art apron but with only like the top portion showing it’s hard to tell.)

Hunt 108 - ok this is Supposed to be a drawing nib as well as a calligraphy nib and it does mimic brush strokes but I’m pretty heavy handed so it’s hard Not to make those super thick lines. Not bad with details and has enough control to make thickening up the outline super easy, but really easy to mess up. This nib did Cabanela dirty by flexing a bit too much when I was doing his mouth so I had to correct it with a white pen. Spreads the ink too thin in areas for solid filling. I can see this working really well with mixed media, like with watercolor, and once I get some more colored ink I’ll use it for coloring.

Hunt 100 - idiot stupid rat bastard of a pen nib. ok the art looks fine right? can’t be that bad, right? it took me so long to make that because the ink just. wouldn’t come out. so this nib is another mapping nib and it’s super delicate so it breaks really easily. I broke my first one bc I’m heavy handed, so I ordered another like ‘ok I’ll be more careful with this one’. it broke again. I don’t even know how. Ideally I’d use it for small spaces or reeeally fine details but I can’t even get it to work long enough to try. speedball can meet me in the pits.

Hunt 512 - A calligraphy nib that’s actually really easygoing to draw with. There’s not much line variance, so the hairlines have a lot of control. Makes for really good hatching. Also does really great long, thin lines. Sideways movement is kinda meh but it does the job. Definitely the cleanest looking of all them, tho the lack of variance makes it a bit boring to look at. Gonna use this one for shading and textures or for drawing on really rough paper.

Hunt 99 - like the first nib this one is really dramatic, and it’s supposed to be a calligraphy nib, but it has a lot more weight control than the hunt 108. Also the fine lines are easier to control. A lot of ink comes out so it might not be great on paper with risk of bleeding, and it takes a while to dry compared to others, but it would be good for filling since it can cover a large opaque space while having good control over the shape and points. Could also use for different warping/texture techniques.

Other notes:

I used smooth illustration Bristol for the paper, since ink looks more vibrant and swooshy on it and also some of these nibs can Only be used on smooth paper.

Also used terracotta India ink, which is kinda on the thick end but still looks good. matches with the colored lineart in Ghost Trick lol

got all of my pen nibs from Paper & Ink Arts cause u can order a nib for like less than a dollar fifty each. You can also get paper, nib holders, and ink for a good price too.

if u wanna start with dip pens PLEASE prepare your nibs before drawing. stick them in a potato for like 10 minutes. please trust me on this you will have a bad time otherwise.

ok thanks for reading through my Very Indulgent experiment.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Do you take requests? If not ignore this please

Can i request a fic of yuzuru that includes body worship and pegging? Thank you

Hey, sure! I did headcanons instead of a fic, bc it was easier and faster, i hope you don't mind! Thank you for requesting!!

Pegging (ft.yuzuru)

Warnings: sub!yuzuru, dom!gn!reader, afab!reader, pegging, body worshipping, praise kink, oral (r receiving)

yuzuru fushimi

° it's safe to say that yuzuru is pretty calm when you bring the idea of pegging him up. He's definitely interested and open to try it

° I don't think foreplay is a top priority for yuzuru, but he does appreciate it. It's nice to feel your hands run up and down his body, lips leaving kisses on his skin

° even tho you're doing him, yuzuru would still want to give something in return. He will let his fingers draw peculiar patterns on you, giving back the same amount of affection as you do him

° you can't look at yuzuru and tell me he wouldn't suck the strap. He's going all down and unless the toy is covered in his saliva, he isn't stopping. And let me tell you, the view is astronomical! He looks so angelic going down on you, it's almost unreal

° i have a feeling yuzuru would prefer riding you, even if it's his first time getting pegged, gives him a little bit of control over the pacing. And he tells you how much he loves serving and pleasuring you, so it's a win-win situation

° body worshipping yuzuru while he's riding your strap is way easier, it just takes you to reach your hands up and caress his body. Also the faces he makes when you tell him 'how good he looks taking the toy' are amazing

° let yuzuru do all the work, he's more than fine with it. Tho his perfect little facade cracks once the tip of the toy brushes against his prostate. Oh, it's a sight to see, his eyes widen and mouth falls open, a broken whine escapes his throat

° something tells me yuzuru doesn't have a very high sex drive, so he'll be up to two rounds at most. Even so, he still does a pretty good job at making a show for you. So make sure to praise him for being good and hardworking even when he's supposed to relax

° if body worshipping wasn't on yuzuru's list of kinks, it sure is now. As well as that sweet sweet praise kink, those kind words you say asure him he's doing a great job no matter what and that you're there for him

[trixeraptops]

My second ever commentary post how fun

This time it's Enola Holmes 2

This is a live reaction so there is no context, suffer.

Warnings for swearing and all capsAnyways let's hop in the carriage and travel back to Victorian(?) England.

Ooh letter burning for the logo fun

Ok I doubt any of this is true don't lie to me bitch

Why is she running away from the police?What did she do

I will say she looks good

Yeah you should explain and I do remember you

Oh yay she opened a detective agency

Awww she kept Dash how cute

But didn't she give it Sherlock in the end of the last movie?

She forgot how sexist and ageist her time period is lmao

Hah they all just want Sherlock221B!!!!!

Trying not to draw attention, blows up a mailbox

Tewksbury is champion for change and progress I love it

Girl you have time for a little distraction you fucking tsundere

Chrysanthe-mum

Oh her agency is already shut down

2who is it

Aw a little girl she's so. Cute I love her scarf

Ooh the cinematic shot

Enola looks so out of place lol

I hope this is pro Bono I don't think this girl has much

Enola don't look so put off, not everyone is rich as you

Ew rat

We weren't sisters in the usual way, love that

It soesnt mean anything to the Lil one but to Mae it clearly does

Aw this is so sweet

The game is afoot Jesus your finding a missing person not hunting one

Changed her name to Hilda

They're looking for disease at the entrance omg

Bruv you're gonna get yourself and bessie in trouble bruv

That was smart tho

Ooh torn pages that's sus

She stole the pages?

Oh that woman has such a soft voice it's so pretty but I can't hear her

Mae definetely knows somethingMae was involves in the theft o.o

Haha 'young lady I'm afraid I'm married'

Damn she's in a bar and it's fucking rowdy in here

Mae is a showgirl isn't she?

She is

That was a fun jaunty number

The missing worked with Mae as a showgirl

Jesus Mae

Lol fake knife

False bottom! I knew she was a top lmao

It's a sappy romance poem

She ran away to marry someone didnt she?Ooh drama

Dun dunbdun mysterious blurred fellow in the background

Ew he's following her

He hid but he's very loud what is cane made of metal?

Sherlock! He's drunk

Lol roasted

His bullshit tips are everything

Now sh I'm thinking you should write that down

You shouldn't get so drunk ehen you have no way home write that down

Wait is she gonna live with her brother or is this is a John reveal?

Jesus christ he's really fucking observant even when drunk and hungover

I don't need tour help! But I'm still taking the food you offered

Don't speak with a mouthful

Tewksbury!!!

Ooh she sits where he walks to work so they can run jnto each other.

She looks so upset after making a joke

That was so awkward lmao

Feel a need?

It's a coded poem! Open mouth

She's so excited

You didn't have to say you don't sew bruv we get it your not like other girls

I doubt this case will get media coverage

The doors open o.o

Suspecious...But not as sus as her for breaking into someone's house

Oh this shows a struggle and abandonment

MAE she's dead!

This case just got alot more interesting

Inspector!

It'd mr.clangy

Sarah is wanted oof

Oh he tried to be respectful but superintendent is a bitch

I hate this guy I'm calling him mr.clangy forever now

Lestrade is so fucking calm, your boss just got punched in the gut

Hah he doesn't remember you bruv

Just a friendly visit cause your sis is running away from the cops

I cant I can't, maybe I can

He's such a fangirl omg

Damn she roof hopping

Shit she almost fell, she gone die

Wait what the fuck

Enola Holmes is turning all the men in England trans lol

I wonder if the cases are related

Wait Moriarty maybe?

I'm a slut for BBC Sherlock so forgive all the speculation that's purely based on BBC Sherlock, I know they aren't related

He has this walk

Grail

Immediate recognition lmao

AH VIOLIN

Enola looks weirded out

You tell Sherlock! She made it bout herself, she wants media attention not to help

Haha callback

He just walks past them lmao

I think Poppy might be a chick but I could be wrong

A hat! Dun dun dunnn

A TAPER CROWN HAT I KNEWBTHEY WERE RELATED

It's not a date it's a place!

Williams for reds not a Poppy at all

I'm going to a ball yay! Ew

Smh Enola

I love her cloak

Her dress is so pretty

Why is the music so sus when they light the cake

Lol the chaperone

She keeps forgetting what her society is like

Bitch you live here how do you forget this shit

He's actually leading Sherlock in a dance lmao

Oh she gone get caught

Tabitha Timothy lol

Fan language!!! Oh thats so clever and cute!

But she doesn't know fan language hahaha she immediately messed up

Omg Tewkesbury

Of course he's doing something with plants

This is so weird and cute i love their little relationship

Haha I love her

You're a man when I say soShe's such a bitch

She's a natural at dancing or maybe just with Tewksbury

What does that mean lmao

Don't touch the ginger cake!

Wait dance cards are an actual thing lmao

ID the writing ON SIGHT

TSUNDERE

jealous bitch

Cicely seems nice, she complimented Enola even if she had an outdated dress

Dislocated and I'll scream, ICON

He knows Bessie!

Ooh a secret meeting how funBunch of random letters returns

ITS MORIARTY OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS

I hope their as gay as the BBC

Oh my lord JUST SAY ITS ABOUT YOUR CASE

Not the police barging in

She gave him her evidence! How sweet

Cecily is the only one who looks concerned for her everyone else is making fun of her

Keep silent Enola!

Shut up mr.clangy no one likes you

Oh no he's gonna kill Bessie isn't he :(

His job is to kill match girls who are needling out the corruption?

Sexist

Oooh mr.clangy stopped Sherlock from getting her

Oof

POLICEMAN IS HIDING HIS HAND

Those fingerprints are blurry at best

Ohmygod I was typing the last line then Sherlock kicked a fucking sign and scared a cat

It's the jujitsu woman!

It's ok you can say it

Ew I don't like how that guard looked at Enola

Wtf whyd they push her into the center?They're gonna hang her? Or beat her? What?

IS IT HER MOM?!

No its jujitsu lady

AND HER MOM

Prison break bitches

Her mom really likes bombs huh

Carriage chase carriage chase

Theure giving people typhus or something

He's gonna jump on isn't heNot anymore lol

Mr.clangy you bitch stop shooting st them

You go girl

Holy shit he just broke their wheel

I hope the horses are all right

Probably are they disappeared with the crash

Fuck off you bitch

I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM OMG

HOLY TRINITY INDEED

DAMN HE GOING FOR THE KILL

THE CARRIAGE IS A BOMB

Genius

Aw they changed her into new clothes how nice

Her mother is initiating boy talk

He ain't my Boi

I love that's she's acknowledging her part in Enola self isolating

She's encouraging her to get allies ♡

I love these women

She just winked? Why?

Get a haircut as your parting word lmao

I knew it

They're killing the match girls by giving them typhus through the MATCHES

FUCK YES

And Sarah figured it out

She and Mae were expirementing eith it

Genius

They tested flies, mice, plants

Extraordinary I love them

She went to Tewkesbury!!!

His flat is filled with flowers and plants ♡♡♡♡

I love him

Yay their allies

Jealous bitch

IS CECILY SARAH?!

Shut up you awkward bruv

SHE IS

I FIGURED IT OUT MOTHERFUCKER

To be fair they spelled it out

TEWKESBURY YOUR NOT EVEN COURTING AND YIU DAID ILY

She sent Ily to William too

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS

SHE HIT HIM

AAAHAHHHHHHH SHE RETUREND FEELINGS OMG OMG OMG

We live we laugh we love

Just tell em your a lord, I am, then they'll believe you omg

Sherlock!

The contempt in their voices I love this sibling dynamic

I knew they were connected I KNEW

Is that guy dead

He is

Mr.clangy

Moriarty is dead :(

Haha Tewkesbury

It's a set up!

Is Moriarty actually alive

He is

Ooh William thankyou for golding onto that

It's a letter isn't it

Nope map

Dora Dora Dora the explora

He can't fight lol

She's just beating him up until he pussies up and fights her

AH THEY KISSED

After she punched him multiple times lol

They're so cute

Secret treasure

SARAH!

She was wearing a wig this whole time damn

Uh oh they have to tell her he's dead

Aww poor Sarah ♡

Ew mr.clangy

BESSIE NO

YOU GO BESSIE BITE HIS ASS

SHERLOCK NO

Tewksbury is getting fucked up

Ooh but he's got a sword now

Fuck off clangy

Did Sherlock just kill someone?

How many bullets has he got? It's a small gun can't be too many

HAHA HE RAN OUT FUCK YOU CLANGY

ENOLA NO

Retractable knife for the win!

Ah shit she got knicked in the head real bad

Yes Tewkesbury fuck him up and get your girl

Shit clangy is dead Enola full ass killed him

Now that murder charge is valid

Sherlock you dramatic bitch

THE SOFT VOIXE WOMEN IS MORIARTY

WHAT A TWIST

I LOVE THIS

Go off queen! Tell him, dick him down verbally

Society creates yet another villain

For now at least, love thatOh no is the bad guy gonna win?

He paper burning is beautiful though

But the movie isn't over yet

Revolution!

Shut up boss man

Sometimes an inspiring speech doesn't work

At least not right away

Yiu go Bessie I love you girl

This is amazing I love this

I think this music was at the end of the other movie too

She runs her agency out of the fighting place now :)

Holmes and Holmes ♡♡♡♡

But I glad she refused

The running write that down gag ♡

They're gonna meet with jne another ♡

Ah they're so cute

MORIARTY ESCAPED O.O

I love them so much

Ohhhh the true part was Match Girl Strike that makes more sense

I thought I heard of match girls before

ENILA GOT HIM A FLATMAYE LMAO

IS THIS JOHN

IT IS OMG OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

♡♡♡♡/5 I loved this movie

[thelucidestofthemall]

My Cabinet of Curiosities episode ranking

Ok, I know I couldn't be later to the damn party but I gotta do this. Spoiler alert. Also you can critique me or add something but be chill m'kay?

8. Lot 36

I felt like it was giving me nothing. I knew what was gonna happen to the guy(it was justified but boring). The monster design was interesting but that's about it

7. Graveyard Rats

No, I'm not going by the og ep order if you're wondering. I felt like this is Lot 36's twin. The protagonist is a bad person and is pushed further into his misdeeds by crippling amounts of debt, he does something incredibly fucking dumb and then gets killed off. The slight difference here is that it's unclear if the protagonist would be as shitty as he is without the debt. Honestly, I only put it higher than Lot 36 because of the aesthetic.

6. Dreams in the Witch House

I'm not gonna lie, I wish I had something to say but I don't. I just felt kinda confused after the episode. I probably would have put it at 8 if I've read the original story and seen how they failed it. But I haven't, so I didn't have any expectations either. And because of that it was slightly more interesting for me. Umm, idk, show the gif?

5. The Viewing

Oh I am mad mad that this got rated higher than The Outside. Don't get me wrong, aesthetically it's really on a whole other level. The music, colors, dialogues. But it led to right about... nothing? Maybe I'm missing something but there seems to be not much to the message and the monster at the end is really basic for all the hype that was built up. And while I did put this at 5, know that I was disappointed as fuck.

4. Pickman's model

Now, as much as I love the ship I also read the original story after watching this episode. I can see why so many people were disappointed. The point was to show the horror of discovering that the monsters you could only dream of are real not those monsters coming for your family, which is pretty basic imo. I feel like more thought should've been put in the drawings because so much focus was on them. Some of them were good, but the witch painting was meh, and half the episode was dedicated to it. The dynamic between Thurber and Pickman hard-carried tho and the horror is less underwhelming than The Viewing.

3. The Murmuring

Can't talk shit about it because this was the episode that scared me the most. I liked the emotional aspect to the story. Husband was bugging me out, but idk if that's because of my biases or not, he seemed like a fine charachter. Wished they utilized the birds more tho. Also someone pointed out that this is really similar to Babadook(the main actress is also the same person lmao) and as someone who watched a lot of reviews of Babadook(so many to the point I was confused if I watched the movie or not) I see the resemblance.

2. The Outside

While the commentary on beauty standards and social conformity is nothing new I still love it. I completely understand where the character was coming from. I loved the main couple more than I did in The Murmuring. And in the end our main girl doesn't get some out of the blue karmic punishment. I wasn't really scared, but I was starting to be a bit unsettled by her when her transformation started.

1. The Autopsy

I can't complain, I was fully entertained, a bit scared, I loved the villain and I could empathize with the main hero like I could in The Outside. The autopsy parts itself are pretty unsettling, and pretty sad if you know that the human whose body the alien occupied is still there and is feeling all the pain. The villain was imo playful which made it fun for me(however, you might as well keep your mouth shut if you know that you revealing stuff like this can get your race clapped). And the ending is satisfying, especially because it took a sacrifice on the main hero's part

[opheliashakespeare]

Hey guys, I'm new at these kinds of stuff so I decided to start my new writing/posts/ffs with my favourite K POP band TXT.

Feel free to write your suggestions and requests😊

TOPIC : How will each TXT member as your boyfriend act angry/jealous/upset.(Cuz jealousy stories are the best..right? LOL)

POV : Y/N is on a date with a following TXT member and suddenly your old school friend meets you and you give all your attention to him.

RESTAURANT SCENERIO.

SOOBIN:

He would probably be all smiling and nodding his head pretending to be interested in your talks . But knowing Soobin, as he is a bit competitive he would also be giving death glares to you and your friend. After your friend is gone Soobin would be all sulking and probably be ordering extra chocolate pastries and tiramisu to eat . (We know Soobin loves sweets)

Currently on Soobin's mind: You just come home with me Y/N , I'll probably take all your chocolates away and hide it.👀🤭

YEONJUN :

Warning: Death glare ahead🤭

Oh gosh, Yeonjun would probably be interrupting you both when you talked and try to hold your hands and secretly mocking your school friend's voice and expressions to draw your attention towards him. He would get all riled up and be pouting with his cute cheeks bulged because of shoving all the food in anger in his mouth. lol is he really 23 year old?

He still looks so cuteee, I swear to God Y/N would never be able to pull away her eyes from this cutiee's face. 🙈

BEOMGYU

Uff, Beomgyu being beomgyu would probably be confused for half of the conversation and then he would feel bored and would be thinking of pranking your school friend somehow. At last when your school friend would be leaving your table he would probably insist him to pay the bill lmao.

That mischievous glare gives me goosebumps.Your school friend better watch out for his pranks.

TAEHYUN

Kang Taehyun or shall I say KING Taehyun would be all charming . Although he would be annoyed at first. His face would probably be showing his jealousy/anger but after that he probably would make your school friend his fan and you would be third wheeling till the end of the dinner .

I'm seriously dead.

HUENING KAI

Huening is sweet and calm person but we all know 9 /10 times he is an angel but that 1 time when he becomes the devil. He would probably behave like that. He will be all smiling but tho somehow at last he will be straighforward with you telling how he felt at the date.

That better be not your school friend's blood on his T shirt.

[acefaun]

🌙 I love when you do reactions from all the gods 💜 You don't overdo their personalities and theyre so in-character. The last special story that came out reminded me of your story where wishes and punishments help you when you're struggling with work. Or did scm just steal an idea? Or do you secretly work for scm? Sus

I was wondering if you can do one about mc who is very clingy but isn't interesting in dating. So when the gods ask to date them it's just super awkward because mc showed an interest before but now they're saying no for what seems like no reason. You can do all or maybe just Aigo and Scorpio? Thanks 💜💜

Rejected (AKA: Secondhand Embarrassment)

Synopsis: Being clingy was just in MC’s nature, they never really meant anything by it. But the gods might have misunderstood MC’s affections for them. It's time for them to salvage their pride and their friendship. 

✨Masterlist✨

Gender-neutral Goldfish!

A/N: HAHAHA As if I would so simply choose to embarrass just two of the gods! You underestimate me! Tho you severely overestimate my ability to perfect their personalities.🥺 I don't know how to Krioff very well—or Partheno or Lou, for that matter. Dui maybe, because I think Dui and I share the same brain cell aside from his Shadow Dui situation. 

As for my employment…. I'm working on an otome-type of game but it's not SCM, and it's not published yet. 🤭 No secrets, but if you’re interested, I’ll tell you about it and mayhaps show you some concept art. 

–Word Count: 5,555–

You should have seen this coming but… really, how could you know? He looked so genuinely hopeful that you would wear a wide smile and jump straight into his warm embrace. To make things worse… everyone was staring at you. Everyone was expecting a response from you.

“So…” He started again, his confidence was overwhelming you. “Will you be mine and allow our love to shine as bright as the stars?”

Why did he have to do this right after they had solved all your issues? Why did it have to be in front of the King especially? Well, to be specific, he asked the King first before the King said he needed your express permission. If the King was so omnipotent, he could have easily said no.

But putting you on the spot was confusing you even more than necessary! After a long fit of silence, you finally opened your mouth making them draw in a bated breath as they awaited your answer. “I… Er… No?”

♌️♌️♌️

Leon was at a loss for words. Did you just… reject him? Him? The God of Leo? Wait, no. You were probably too flustered in front of everyone to answer with your true feelings. It wasn't like this never happened before. He's teased you tons of times before and made your brain stop functioning. Besides, with all the attention you give him, you certainly feel the same passion he does. 

His confidence never faltered as he suggested, “You're getting flustered again, goldfish. Come. I have the patience to wait for your goldfish brain to understand my words.” Little did he know that you being flustered wasn't the problem this time. He easily brushed your answer off as a mistake as he took you through his door to have the privacy you clearly needed. Evidently, it was something he needed as well since you watched his walls crumble before you. His soft eyes gazed into yours as he openly admitted, “It's simple… I love you.”

You gathered that much, but you wished he would stop saying it. Still, you smiled kindly. “Thank you. I like you, Leo. But… I don't want a relationship.”

He froze again, just as he had done the first time. “You…” By all means he could have said anything to force you into a relationship with him. He loved you! He was a god! You- You had no right not to accept his feelings! But he never once forced you to play with his hair… or hold his hand… or wrap yourself around his torso when he was busy working. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You aren't head over heels for me…?”

You shook your head.

“And you don't want a relationship with me?”

You hummed, noting his dejected air. If you weren't careful, then you'd lose your friend. He was on the verge of shutting himself off from love again. You grabbed his hand so energetically; it surprised him. “I like you. Can we have a platonic relationship?” 

You desperately wanted him to accept and all he could see was the desperation in your eyes to keep him. You were such an enigma of a goldfish. To avoid getting as flustered as he usually made you, he looked away with a pout as he confidently responded, “Sure, goldfish.”

♋️♋️♋️

Karno was expecting a timid answer but… no? You just said no in front of everyone. He was absolutely sure that he wasn't the only one not expecting that answer. You gave no indication that your answer could have been no! Even now, you were smiling despite how clearly embarrassed you were.

You were embarrassed? Karno was a vice minister, and you just said no to him! Even so, if he were to say anything unacceptable then he'd look like the bad guy. Besides, what was he thinking? You probably hated him after all he had done and put you through! 

“Karno,” your voice pulled him out of his self-deprecating thoughts. “Let’s step out. I need some air.” In truth, you thought he looked like he needed air. Did your response wind him that badly?

Luckily he took you outside right away so you could both be alone. It was the correct move on your part since he thankfully opened up once you were both standing in the palace garden. “I may have misunderstood some things regarding our relationship…”

Comfortingly, your hand tugged around his arm as you stood closer to him. You didn't want to invade his personal space entirely after rejecting him. “I didn't say no because I don't like you. I just like what we have now.”

Essentially, what you had now was your relentless affection for him. All of the gods were aware of your tendency for physical praise. Karno would need more hands if he wanted to count on his fingers how many times you'd latched yourself onto his arms—it was basically any time the two of you were in the same room. Which, interlocking arms was basically a symbol of being in a relationship… so, why? Were you truly that content with what you had now? 

If that was the case, then Karno would just have to shove back his embarrassment and handle the situation like the god he was. It was especially embarrassing how you were handling this better than him. He sighed before a smile crossed his lips. “If the relationship we have now is what you love… then I'm okay with that.” And you knew he was being honest with how his arm curled enough to lock yours against him, his free hand resting on top of yours.

♒️♒️♒️

No? Huedhaut knew he was hoping too hard and reaching too far thinking you could possibly feel the same way he did. He was just holding onto the false hope that you retained her emotions towards him. This left him questioning whether he truly loved you or the soul that resided within you.

“I'm sorry,” he immediately responded as if the whole thing were an accident that shouldn't have happened—as if he verbally tripped over a rock that got in his way. “I was out of line thinking I could have her back. I didn't mean to make it seem like I was trying to use you for my own ends. You're not-”

“Hue,” you stopped his ramblings then and there. Your voice called him back to the present, and he felt a harsh longing in his heart for you to want him as much as he wanted you. Your slight gesture to the door told him enough. Things were getting too personal in front of the other gods who were no doubt feeling pity for Huedhaut.

But as you took Huedhaut’s hand and led him outside of the palace, he realized his assumptions were impossibly wrong. He never saw you as her. You were uniquely your own person, and he fell in love with your personality, not hers. How could he think that was where the issue was? He sighed, his hand still intertwined with yours as he stared up at the sky. “I lost my composure…” You knew that, that's why you took him outside. “You're incredibly clever when you want to be,” he complimented. “In any case, I apologize for making a scene with you at the center of attention.”

Could you blame him? He wondered. He was sure you loved him all the same. Why else would you hold his hand like she did? Why would you always offer your presence? Even when he was busy you somehow knew your presence soothed him and ended up showing up with him. Though you reminded him of her… You weren't. It was clear as night and day and he loved you all the more. 

“I don't need you to apologize to me,” you responded kindly, knowing he needed the support. “You should apologize to yourself first. What happened still bothers you. So, I'll stay with you until you forgive yourself, because I care about you a lot. I'm not going to leave you.”

Those words…he wished she used them. But he found himself looking at you with such loving eyes even after you refused a relationship with him. He appreciated this. If not for you rejecting him, he never would have known how important it was to simply cherish the relationship he had with you. He needed nothing more from the reincarnation of his love. You wouldn't leave him.

His hand tightened fractionally around yours, but still kept its gentle softness. “Thank you, (Name).” 

♉️♉️♉️

Teorus blinked, not really saying anything for a second as he comprehended your short rejection. You had rejected him multiple times in the course of your relationship but he was beyond confident that this was the time! He waited patiently and learned a lot leading up to this moment… But he still failed. 

He was absolutely flabbergasted that he'd failed again so horribly—and in front of all the gods who thought he was just like his dad and had the ability to get with anyone he set his eyes on! This had to be a cruel prank orchestrated by Ichthys! He let out an awkward huff of laughter. “You're… joking, right?”

But you shook your head. You weren't joking, and he felt his heart sink. Was this it? Was this the end? It didn't make any sense. 

“Sorry,” you quickly apologized, dragging his attention back to you. You were getting embarrassed but Teorus only thought it was cute and considered it as revenge for rejecting him. “That was so abrupt… I didn't mean to sound so mean. Let's restart! Um… Please, restart!”

It was too late for that. You already embarrassed him before embarrassing yourself with a frantic apology. He snapped his fingers, making a frantic escape with you where you both ended up in his room. “I just don't understand why you said no,” he whined. “You meant to say yes, didn't you? I mean, why else would you kiss my cheek every time you see me? Or- or when we're together and you just wrap your arms around my neck like a warm sweater. You hug me way too much for you to think of me as a friend!”

“But, Teo…” Your voice sounded broken, as if he had just asked to break up with you or worse. Why did you seem like you were ready to cry at a moment's notice when he just wanted to be your boyfriend? “I love being your best friend. I love seeing what you and Ichthys have and I want that too! It won't be the same. I just… want to keep this. Don't make us change.”

His cheeks reddened at how determined you were to stay with him just as he was. He hadn't realized that was the problem. He just made an embarrassing situation even worse. “I…” He wasn't even sure what to say in response. “Yeah. As long as you're with me, that's okay.” This was a type of love he wasn't familiar with. He was glad you were there to show it to him. 

♑️♑️♑️

Aigonorus tilted his head, his eyes shutting as he thought intensely on your brief message. It was a short and simple response but it left him puzzled. “I think…” He started slowly, pausing to really contemplate what was going on in his head. “I need a nap.” 

What he needed was to wake up from this bad dream where the person he loved was leaving him again. Was it truly happening again? He was used as a bodyguard and a body pillow and this is how he was repaid? Well, to be fair, you were the body pillow, but that wasn't the point! 

Still, even after he left the room, you were chasing after him like a lost puppy. He couldn't understand why you'd want to torture him even further after he just tried to give you his heart. “Wait, please,” you called, your plea forcing him to respond in kind. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

You stared silently at each other until you broke the silence, shyly saying, “But I wanted to stay with you.”

His eyebrows furrowed. Could you be any more confusing as a goldfish? “Why? You don't like me.”

Like him? You gave him that impression? You didn't mean to; you were just put on the spot all of a sudden! “But I said no because I like you! I really like you. It's just… relationships hurt you so bad. I thought what we had was better than what you had with her. You seemed happy so I just- I wanted you to keep being happy without wondering if I was ever just using you too.”

It surprised Aigonorus at how genuinely reasonable you sounded. You only rejected him to protect him, to avoid something like what he was doing now. Just like he didn't want you to leave, you didn't want him to leave. You just had a gentler way to go about it. 

If Aigo was being honest, however, he was okay with this. If this was how you wanted to keep things then there was less risk this way, wasn't there? When did you get so thoughtful? He hummed, his lips pulling up into a smile. “I like what we have… Yeah.” So it was never about using Aigo for his status as a god… This was enough to prove that your feelings were genuine. If anything, he should be glad you didn't jump at the opportunity to say yes.

“Are you okay?”

Your question jostled him out of his thoughts and he shut his eyes tiredly. “I made myself tired by worrying. I want to sleep. But… I want you to come with me.” Of course, he did. Aigo would never change and you didn't want him to.

♐️♐️♐️

Tauxolouve was expecting a lot of things… ‘No’ was not one of them. Why did it feel as if one of his arrows had suddenly pierced his heart? But… Was there a chance at all that he simply misunderstood you? You did stutter, after all. Breathlessly, he said, “Pardon?”

“I, uh,” you awkwardly started again. “N- No?”

Was that a question? Tauxolouve didn't think it was that hard of a question. He just wanted to know if he could be your boyfriend—and surely you should have said yes. “Sorry,” he started slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around it. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I probably shouldn't have sprung it on you like this. Let's have some privacy, shall we?” He was at least thoughtful enough to take you out of the palace.

But did he really spring it on you? He was sure you felt the same way as him. All the times you shared a kiss had to mean something. Besides, he knew he'd be there when you eventually died so it wasn't like he was making any random assumptions about being your life partner.

Of course, you knew where he was coming from. You just didn't expect him to ask you like that. It's not like it was your fault you were addicted to his personality. Not to mention you were both human in some way. He was a demi god, and you were a reborn goddess so it made sense that you had a natural bond. 

“I'm fine, I promise,” you tried your best to convince him, but you weren’t being very persuasive with that nervous expression. 

He licked his lips, giving himself time to think through the situation. He had his thoughts gathered, the only thing he couldn’t wrap his mind around was your answer. “You said no. Would you be displeased with me as a boyfriend? I made a mistake in my choice of asking you, haven’t I?”

“Th- That’s not it,” you helplessly tried to explain. You didn’t want him to feel like you didn’t like him, but it was sure sounding like it. “I’m not interested in dating. I just really like being with you.”

Tauxolouve pursed his lips. He almost understood what you were saying. “You mean to say… you’re not displeased with me and you didn’t hate when I kissed you?”

“No,” you acknowledged. “That was nice. We could do it again.”

He didn’t understand you in the least bit, but he found it endearing how you felt about him despite not wanting to date him. He could accept this relationship, in any case. “Alright then. I can do that, (Name).”

♎️♎️♎️

Did Zyglavis just hear you correctly? He asked you to be his, and you said… no? He was the Minister of the Department of Punishments; did you realize that? There were so many reactions he had been expecting, but you so calmly rejected him in front of everyone including the Department of Wishes. Did you want him to look like the bad guy for pressuring you in front of all these people? He didn’t think this through. 

“I apologize,” he quickly tried to pick up the pieces of his shattered pride. “This was ill-timed, I suppose. I hadn’t meant to make you uncomfortable.” Him make you uncomfortable? He was the one who looked like he was about to faint from embarrassment. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, you kindly took his hand before excusing you from the King’s presence. It seemed that you’d broken the Minister of Punishments and needed to fix him before he’d be able to function properly again. Pulling him out and down the hall, you stopped and stood silently. 

You at least wanted to give him time to collect himself before you spoke up, “Are you okay?”

He pursed his lips. “It’s going to take a moment.” Stick in the mud that he was, he had never attempted to date someone. Suffice to say, this was both his first and last rejection. 

Still, you thought he was being far too hard on himself. Being as clingy as usual, you tugged his ponytail until he was confusedly leaning down to your level. He blinked, severely lost as you pressed your lips against his forehead before wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder. You did all this as if you hadn’t just made him suffer through heart break all in the span of ten minutes. “Are you okay now?”

“Humanity is lost on me.”

You huffed in amusement. “I like you, Zy. You shouldn’t change. And you shouldn’t try to change us, because I like us. Is that okay?” 

You tilted your head curiously to gauge his expression, but his hands kept your head pressed against his shoulder. “That’s fine… You could have saved me the embarrassment…” He didn’t like how your apology came with a muffled laugh, but he had no choice but to begrudgingly accept it.

♏️♏️♏️

It took everything Scorpio had to even ask that question in front of these idiots. When the King said to ask you for permission, he thought he would die. But hearing you say no to his face was just spreading up the process of death. While it took everything in him to ask that question, it equally took everything in him not to just grab you, throw you over his shoulder, and run off with you to demand answers in the safety of his room. 

Instead, his eye twitched as he tried to keep his utmost composure. “You don’t wanna… talk about this?” He phrased it as a question, but there was no way he was going to let you get away without explaining a few choice things to him. 

But it surprised him when you nodded in agreement with his kind suggestion. “We can talk about it. But I don’t want to date you.”

“You-” How could you be so blunt about it in front of everyone?! You were making this ten times worse than it originally was! You were making it so much harder not to drag you out of there. “Come here.” He grumbled as he grabbed your arm, dragging you out of the room. He swore that if anyone stopped him that this wouldn’t end well. 

But it seemed that even you could sense the irritation seeping from him. “Scorpio?”

“What the hell was that frickin for?” 

You would have flinched back at his harsh words if you weren’t used to his sharp temper. You’d been victim to his verbal attacks enough times to know he was more irritated with himself than with you. It was just up to you to figure out what was going on in his head or try to soothe the problem by talking about what was happening. “You’re mad… but I don’t see why. Do you… not like the relationship we have? I can do better.” 

He blinked in confusion before huffing. He didn’t like how you were overcomplicating this by suddenly pushing the blame on him. “What? No. I like being with you. Why the hell do you think I asked you to be with me?”

“But I am with you Scorpio,” you argued as if it were supposed to be obvious.

He practically growled as he took you into his arms, getting the affirmation he needed through a hug. You never knew the rubbish that came out of your own mouth anyway. In a hug, he could feel the way you loved him, even if you didn’t want to date him. “You’re my stupid goldfish.”

♊️♊️♊️

Dui’s immediate thoughts were that you hated him because of when Shadow Dui had tried to kill you. You were still feeling bitter over that and didn’t want him to be your boyfriend. He screwed everything up! He lost his best friend and now you hated him too! “I’m sorry!” He apologized loudly for everything he’d ever done to hurt you or make you sad. “I’m so sorry! Please, don’t hate me! I won’t ask again! I know you wouldn’t want to date some split personality freak like me! I- I overstepped your boundaries and-”

“Dui…”

“I didn’t mean to, I promise! I swear it won’t happen again!”

That’s it, he was guilt tripping the other gods for making him seem like the bad guy for having a darker split personality. You sighed, your palm landing flat on Dui’s head to direct his attention solely on you. “I like you and Shadow Dui, and the other gods are getting used to Shadow too. But I really don’t wanna date anyone. I just wanna stay with you and Shadow. Can I do that?”

“Huh?” The tears that were gathered in his eyes a moment ago failed to fall as he stared at you with wide eyes. What he gathered was that you essentially… wanted to date him without dating him? Wait, that wasn’t quite right. He wondered if he could get you to repeat that again before Shadow Dui came out with a scowl on his face. “You two are making a big scene for nothing.” Grabbing the back of your shirt, Shadow practically dragged you out of the Palace like a puppy that was causing too much trouble.

“Shadow,” you asked, trying to look at him despite how he held you an arms length away. “Are you mad at Dui for asking me to date him?” 

“Pfft, no.” Shadow scoffed as if it were the most ridiculous idea he’d ever heard. “Of course, you wouldn’t wanna date that loser. Not when you already belong to us. You’re not going anywhere else. Maybe he forgot that you’re just a lonely goldfish without him.”

His words should have been considered offensive by all means, but you laughed knowingly. That was just like something Shadow would say. That was all Shadow wanted to confirm as he switched back with Dui who was slightly relieved to have his other half. He pulled you to his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. “As long as you don’t leave me then I’m okay with this relationship. Promise you’ll stay?”

“Promise, Dui.”

♓️♓️♓️

Ichthys was convinced that this was just your way of pranking him. It wasn’t all that funny, but if that was your best attempt then he’d just have to teach you how to really get him next time. And maybe learn how to read a room? The King was standing right there. Still, he wouldn’t let your joke completely flop and he laughed for your sake. “Your little smile isn’t fooling anyone, (Name). You should practice your poker face more. I have just the coach for you! Zyglavis does a perfect poker face—he’d definitely give you some pointers.” 

You stared at him in confusion for a moment. “Huh?” He thought you were just… joking with him? Well, that was pretty much the base of your relationship; but it was mostly you laughing at Ichthys’ jokes. You didn’t think you were comically funny like your favorite fish stick. 

“You’re really sticking to it this time, aren’t you?” He could admire your determination. After all, determination was what could make or break a good prank—even if yours fell apart the minute it began. “Not bad. But, seriously, do you want to be mine? I could be your boyfriend!”

“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” you answered just as honestly as you did the first time. Of course you had your reasonings, but he apparently wasn’t giving you the light of day to explain why you were okay with your current relationship. 

“That’s just a bad joke though, right…?” Why else would you have been clingy with him this whole time? You were the only one who ever laughed so hard at his pranks on both you and the other gods. No one else appreciated him like you did. No one cried as hard as you did when you thought Ichthys was going to die. Was what you had with him not special enough for him to be your boyfriend? You seemed awfully serious about it and he didn’t like it one bit.

“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” you repeated, and it resonated in his head like a nasty echo. “You’re my fish stick. I can’t call you something I don’t want you to be. I like my fish stick.”

So you were playing with him! Sort of, anyway. For a second, he was afraid you were breaking up with him. That is, if you’d been dating before. Though, you were close enough that he supposed he could let you get away without agreeing to date him. It wasn’t like he didn’t like what you had. “I can handle being a fish stick—as long as I’m the only fish stick!”

♈️♈️♈️

Originally, Krioff wasn’t going to make such a big deal out of things. But you were the one who tried so hard to get him to come out of his shell and you were the one who wept for him when he was gone! You were sure he was never coming back. But now that he was here and in front of you… you said no. Humans confused him as it was, but he didn’t need you to confuse him too.

Sometimes you were just so contradictory, saying one thing but then doing something else entirely. For instance… saying no when he asked to date you yet here you were holding onto him like your life depended on it. His eyebrows furrowed together. None of the other gods looked like they could give him any clues as to what happened while he was out.

He sighed. Maybe there was a different issue. “Hey, you feelin’ alright?”

You lifted your head, your watery eyes landing on him as you held him in a death grip. “Don’t ever leave me again, Krioff! I can’t believe you did that!”

“I…” He hesitated. “You just said you didn’t want to be with me.”

“No,” you argued with a pout. Krioff never understood what you meant when you said something. “I said no ‘cause I didn’t want to date you. But you leaving me was so much crueler. It hurt so much not being able to see you—and then I thought I’d never be able to see you again.”

“But… dating me is the same as being with me?” Now even Krioff didn’t sound too sure of himself. It wasn’t like he’d ever been in this situation before. The pleading looks he was shooting to gods like Lou and Partheno were getting him nowhere as no one was bothering to explain anything to him. His desperately confused eyes flew back to you. “Let me see… You want to be with me forever but you don’t want to date me?” You nodded, meaning he was getting somewhere. Still, he didn’t see a difference. But he didn’t need a fancy title as long as it meant you were going to be his. Sighing, his arms wrapped around you and he felt you physically relax in his hold. “Alright then, you can be with me and we don’t have to date…”

He still wasn’t sure what the difference was, but if it made you happy…

♍️♍️♍️

Partheno wasn’t yet fully redeemed, he understood that much; but he didn’t understand the harsh rejection. You were so straightforward too. The sincerity was almost enough to make him cry. “Wow… I suppose it's less than I deserve after all I’ve done. Your mercy is appreciated, at least.” Still, there were a few things he wanted to know. Though, he was sure you'd appreciate not being questioned in front of the others. “Could we talk?”

You didn't see why he was being so withdrawn suddenly as he asked to speak with you outside. You didn't argue as you followed him out, choosing not to say much at all in fear of silencing him further. He acted like… you weren't friends anymore. The thought upset you and you couldn't help but blurt out, “Are you breaking up with me because I don't want to date you?”

He drew back, his eyes wide in surprise. He was hoping to start on a different note, but you looked like you were ready to cry. “I- I'm not breaking up with you.” The minute the words were out of his mouth, he paused. Break up? That was a dating term… But you weren't dating? Was this some human relationship thing that he didn't understand? “I'm honestly confused. Do you think you could be a little clearer with me? You said you don't want to date me… What would you like?”

Your hopeful eyes pierced his soul, and he felt oddly warm when you announced, “I like you and I don't want us to change. I like the Partheno I first met, the one who showed me around the Heavens. I like the one who sacrificed his identity so he wouldn't have to leave me.” He watched silently as you adorably fiddled with your fingers. “Please, stay with me just the way you are. I don't want anything else.”

A gentle smile crossed his lips. He truly looked like the god of love and beauty in your eyes as he reached forward to caress your cheek. “I wouldn't dream of doing anything you don't want. I'll keep being a Partheno worthy of your love.” He paused, coming face to face with another conundrum. “Is it… alright to consider you my love?”

He sighed in relief as you nodded your head. “You did it before. It'd be weird if the god of love didn't love me. I love you too!”

A confused huff left his lips. Were all humans like this when it came to being affectionate with someone they loved but didn't want to date?

He wasn't sure… But he wouldn't complain. “Yes, I love you too.”

[idontpreferit]

The "are straight men not allowed in lesbian spaces" discourse:

What we are leaving out are: bi women and their boyfriends, pan people, non binary people, gay men, or other reasons a man may find himself allowed in a specifically lesbian space. We are not talking about the overall umbrella of queer space. We are talking abt the Lesbian™️ space. The lesbian still exists. And we aren't talking about the discourse therein.

Cracks knuckles

The straight woman in question lacks nuance and u know its not in good faith when she says "I get it BUT"

The "but" stands for butthurt

The whole problem is that what was decentered or simply erased from the conversation was THE MAN being disrespectful and entitled. The reason that anything happened at all was cuz : ObViOuSLy he made himself a problem.

Treat every gun like it's loaded.

That's how women, queer people, poc, every minority thinks about cis straight white men. Potentially dangerous. Safety check.

He probably wasn't dangerous! But people who acted like him have ended up dangerous. If you're showing the same symptoms I don't feel safe, right? Come the fuck on diva, death of a thousand cuts from these guys

Top comment on her tiktok was "I'm so tired"

What I do at *my* event is take a note from the euro model and have a door picker deadass turn people away if they don't pass a vibe check

And what is that vibe check? Rejection. Maybe it's a witch hunt model too where if they drown they're not a witch, oops. Better safe than sorry though

Interesting metaphor to draw tho cuz you know how like the witch trials actually happened

And the worst thing to happen to a man is he gets rejected

So look, rejection isn't easy for EITHER of us and especially not for my fawn response having ass

Rejection therapy is a real thing

But my event is a queer, trans, kinky space and if you can't handle rejection you have no business interacting in this space.

That's not just safe space that's fortified.

I want a system where the trash takes itself out. The people r butthurt cuz they couldn't get in?? Probably their first time experiencing rejection or lack of belonging. Enjoy the novelty, babes. The deliciousness of experiencing marginalization as a snack. Cissies love it, they go make a tiktok and go viral and make the news.

But a Black enby gets turned away at a "regular" (not queer centered) club, they don't make news huh

The problem with the queen who says "we as lgbt need to do better" here's how I'm gonna put words in your mouth as a favor. What you mean by that is:

We need to do better and install door pickers permanently. Do better at rejecting ignorant disrespectful entitled straight people, specifically. I'm not saying all straight people are all those spicy adjectives all the time. I'm saying those types of straight people, the ones who got mad, lack the understanding and respect necessary to be welcome in those spaces. You showed your ass, just like when we hear a "not all men" we know you're That Kind of Man to Watch Out For.

I hate to "kids these days" about it, but conflict and rejection and resolution and acceptance are not something that many people are equipped to handle right now. It doesn't seem like conflict resolution happened in person that night at the cubbyhole. Miss thing took to the internet and let a bunch of pfps pop off in the comments. Did learning happen? Or did defensiveness dig her heels in? Well either way she and her man aren't going to a lesbian bar ever again.

There's hope for her to learn maybe but her little man friend I think is gonna dig heels, stay defensive and butthurt, and throw the dyke slur around. Because the worst thing that can happen to a man is that he's rejected. And he isn't in the spotlight, he's all protected in his privacy huh, when its his fucking fault. Now the ladies are doing all the work communicating, as usual

But with therapy, maybe in a few generations... rejection won't feel like death anymore

Conflict won't feel like death anymore

When people ask a question it'll actually be in good faith because they wanna be humble and learn

And then! We'd welcome anybody with open arms

And gender will finally be dead

Or some shit

[fuwushiguro]

You're such a Rush

Day Thirteen: Squirting | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x step bro!Satoru Gojo Genre: Smut Notes: Yuuji said NO HOMO THO 😤 Warnings: 18+, consensual encounter, stepcest, virginity loss mention, pussy slapping, fingering, squirting, handjob, slight sub!Yuuji i guess, face slap. Words: 2.8k

Yuuji’s fascination with discovering new things to try with you never seems to end. Who can blame him? You were just as insatiable, if not more so. You both reached adulthood with nothing to boast about in terms of sexual history. Yuuji didn’t even have his first kiss until he met you. And soon things quickly progressed. Friends to dating. Dating to a relationship. Kissing, touching, sex. It was nice being each other’s first. And it was nice that you hadn’t rushed into it. You weren’t just horny teenagers dying to get it over with. It was love. And while it wasn’t the best; what, with Yuuji’s premature ejaculation, it was still sweet. He was pussy drunk, being deprived of sex his entire life, he was overwhelmed with how perfect your wet walls felt around him. And after you’d fucked once, fucking again – and as much as you liked – would be no big deal. Yuuji was desperate for you. When he told you about what porn he’d be watching to get off, you did try to remind him it isn’t real, but he didn’t care. He wanted to try it. So you did try a lot of things he wanted. But today he has something on his mind. Something that makes him his harder than he’s ever felt even at the mere thought of it.

Yuuji Itadori wants to make you squirt.

“So, have you?” he asks. He’s staring intently while you scroll on your phone on the opposite side of the sofa. He’s fixated on you, patiently awaiting your response. You smirk, and shake your head.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What is squirting? Isn’t that when you wet yourself?” you respond. He shakes his head and turns his body fully to face yours. He pulls your phone out of your hand so you’ll pay complete attention to him.

“No baby, it’s not like that.” he starts. Your eyes find his, and he smiles. Your sweet, innocent eyes are so full of love and adoration. He thinks you look adorable, with your interest piqued and willing to listen to what he has to say. “I’ll admit I’m not an expert or anythin’, but I think if I make you feel reaaaally good… you’ll squirt.” he tells you. He’s clearly doubting himself, he’s only done minor research and is making assumptions, but he figures you can learn together.

“So… Instead of nothing happening when I cum, I’ll cum… like you?” you wonder, tilting your head as you ponder the thought. Your boyfriend nods with a teeth-flashing smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah! Kinda, except it’s more like… water. It’s clear, not white.”

Your mouth pulls into a thin line. And it makes Yuuji’s face drop. This is where you draw the line? Really? After everything else you’ve done together. He cannot believe this is your limit. He’ll respect it, of course. But he’s disappointed. He’s infatuated with the idea of making you cum like that. Cum so hard and give him a real show, show him how good he makes you feel. He exhales, a defeated, irritated sigh. And you giggle. You giggle and you nod.

“Sounds fun, Yuuji!” you grin. “When shall we start?”

He wasted no time picking you up in his freakishly strong arms and taking you to your bedroom after you’d given him the green light. But unfortunately, things did not go to plan. He’d read online that all he needed to do was finger you and perform a come hither motion against your g-spot to make you squirt. It wasn’t working, and he was getting increasingly frustrated. So, you told him to try again.

So, he did, the very next day.

And then the next day…

And the next…

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I do this for you?” he yelled as he pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt. You rubbed on his shoulders, attempting to soothe his stress, be he shrugged you off and drooped his head into his hands.

“It feels good Yuuji. ‘m sorry, it’s my fault.” you whimpered. He groaned at you, even more annoyed with himself that he’d upset you. “You made me cum but I just, ‘m not good enough. Can’t do it.” you pouted.

“Hey, stop that,” he said, pulling you into his arms to cradle you. “That’s not true. I’m putting too much pressure on you, I’m sorry for making you feel so bad. It’s not your fault baby.” he expressed.

Your breathing slowed, you felt yourself drifting off in his arms. He’d pulled so many orgasms out of you today in his endeavour to make you cum like a pornstar. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore. You were thankful he wasn’t mad at you, at least. He stroked your hair gently as you began to doze off. But in truth, he was furious. He’s never wanted anything like he’s wanted this. And he feels totally and utterly… inadequate.

An hour has passed, and while you’d been sleeping, Yuuji positioned you into a cosier spot under the duvet in your bed. He did his best to keep quiet, listening to music and watching videos on his phone through his AirPods so he didn’t disturb you. He almost died of fright when your elder brother barged into your bedroom.

“Have you seen my—”

“Shhhh!” Yuuji hushes as he refers to your sleeping form. Gojo coos, what a sweet, sleeping baby you are. “Be quiet, she’s exhausted.” Yuuji informs him.

Gojo and Yuuji had been friends for quite some time, and although he wasn’t happy that he had decided to purusue his baby sister, he realised Yuuji is the best boyfriend you could have. A virgin, sweet, kind, loving. He wasn’t the type to fuck you and chuck you. And Gojo is certain he isn’t the type to cheat. So, because he’d known Yuuji for so long. He knew when he was feeling some type of way. He knew when he was pissed off.

“Aww, what’s the matter Yuuji?” Gojo asked, really dragging out the ‘a’ in matter to patronise his younger friend. Yuuji tutted and looked away, opting to observe your sleeping form instead. Admiring the way your shoulders rose and fell as you breathed softly. “C’mon now, Itadori. I’m intrigued.” Gojo followed up.

Yuuji heavily debated confessing what was bothering him. Is this okay to discuss with your brother? It’s weird, for all three of you. The thought of making Gojo squirm uncomfortably is an appealing thought, the idea of wiping that arrogant look off his face warmed Yuuji’s cheeks. But could he betray you? It would embarrass you too, surely, and Gojo would likely tease you about it any chance he got. But Yuuji finds himself asking if he cares. Maybe he isn’t the perfect boyfriend that Gojo thought he was.

“I’ve been trying to make her squirt, and she can’t do it.” Yuuji confesses. The admission knocks Gojo back, but it doesn’t bother him. It’s odd, Yuuji really thought it would make him feel awkward. But Gojo, in actuality, appears unfazed.

“Oh?” he poses the word like a question. Yuuji nods. Yuuji tells your brother about what he’s been doing, how he’s been trying to make you do it. The ivory-haired man stands with a smug smile on his face the entire time. Poor Yuuji, so clueless, so inexperienced. Gojo can’t let this go on. Every woman deserves the right to cum hard. To have an explosive, mind-shattering orgasm that changes their entire life. Even his little sister. “Would you like me to show you?” Gojo wondered.

He couldn’t be serious, Yuuji thought, could he? He could.

Before Yuuji could answer, to object, Gojo found himself crawling onto your mattress and hovering above you. Yuuji jumped up to close the door after him, not wanting anyone to walk in on this sick little indiscretion. Gojo lifted up the duvet, and was surprised to see you were wearing nothing but a baggy, unflattering t-shirt. Your brother’s hand came down harshly against your rear. You jumped awake, and you jumped again when you realised the assailant was your brother, not Yuuji.

“Wake up sleepyhead, heard you’re having some troubles.” he spoke with his trademark grin on his face. Your eyes found Yuuji’s, who turned away from you feeling ashamed of himself. This is going too far, he can’t let this go on. It’s sick, it’s wrong. Is he really this eager to see you squirt? “Be a good girl for nii-san, sit up for me so I can make you cum.” he commands.

“I— Yuuji? I…”

“Now, baby. Sit between my legs.” Gojo instructed, moving himself so he could make a comfortable space for you to settle between. You rest your back against his chest, he helps you spread your legs wider, and your boyfriend takes a seat at the bottom of the bed. “That’s it, a little wider for me sweetheart. Wanna make sure your boyfriend can see how I touch your pretty cunt.” he tells you. You force your legs open, as wide as they can go, and he hooks his feet around your ankles to keep them in place.

“Gojo…” you panic. Not sure if this is such a good idea, you weren’t really on board in the first place. You’ve never been one to deny your brother anything, but things have never gotten quite this far.

“Shush,” he instructs, his palm coming down to spank your wet clit. You shudder, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He just laughs, you’re pitiful. But you’ll be so grateful to him when he makes your pussy gush. “You’re wrong about needing to finger her for her to be able to do this. Rubbing her cute little clit will work just fine.” Gojo begins, he demonstrates and you instantly mewl at the contact. You look down at where he’s touching you. It feels so wrong, so naughty. But it’s so heavenly, you can’t deny how perfect your brother’s long fingers feel on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “You normally tense up when he touches you baby, don’t you? That’s why it won’t work. You need to push, push f’me sweetheart.”

So, you do. The pressure switch from tensing your sex to pushing is euphoric. Your jaw hangs low as you begin to moan louder than intended, good job nobody else is home. Yuuji is captivated by the way you’re wriggling and writhing against your brother’s fingers. He’s so experienced. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Are you gonna do it? Is Gojo really close to making you squirt?

You’re moaning and groaning, you don’t like it. It feels weird. You don’t like it at all, not one bit.

“Gojo- Gojo please, stop! ‘m gonna, gonna pee! ‘m gonna—”

“Keep pushing, you’re not gonna piss I promise. Keep pushing against nii-san’s fingers.” he demands. You do, you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. But you’re almost screaming, the stress is rushing straight to your head. He’s wrong. He’s about to make you pee, you’re going to wet your bed at your grown age!

“Gonna- Gojo ‘m gonna- gonna!!! Hnng—!” you cry out. Yuuji jumps backwards as a jet of clear liquid spurts out in his direction. He’s amazed, you did it. He’s so fucking proud of you. He’s so fucking hard. You’re panting, trying to get your breath back. But all of Gojo’s fingers are splayed as he runs them all quickly over your pulsing bud.

“Again, again, again.” he commands. Yuuji quickly removed his t-shirt, wrapping his arms around your thighs. He brings his face as close to your cunt as possible without getting in Gojo’s way. His erection is flattened onto the bedding, he’s leaking like crazy on your sheets, he’s desperate for a taste. Within an instant you’re cumming for your brother once more. Yuuji slops and slurps on your cunt, eager to devour every drop of your orgasm. Your head falls back against Gojo’s shoulder. He strokes your hair off of your sweaty forehead and kisses you. “There you go baby, what a good girl you’ve been for me. Look how happy you’ve made Yuuji.” he coos and praises. He softly kneads your breasts from behind, pulling soft whimpering moans from you when he tugs lightly on your nipples.

“I-I love you. I love you, S-Satoru.” you tell him. “Felt so, g-good. I—”

“Let Yuuji try.” he instructed. He got up from behind you, allowing Yuuji to take his place.

He did so in a hurry, eager to see if your pussy would be as submissive for him as it had been for your brother. His leaking head digs into your back, and you’re proud of yourself. You’re proud that you’ve made him so happy and managed to turn him on so much.

“You’re… You’re so w-wet, Yuuji. So wet f’me.” you tell him. He smiles bashfully, that doesn’t matter now. All he cares about is you.

“Is he now?” Gojo questions. He drags the chair that Yuuji had been sitting on while he observed Gojo touching you. He pulls close so he can almost sit beside Yuuji as he continues to pleasure you. Your brother’s hand reaches between both of your bodies, grabbing a handful of Yuuji's cock.

“Oh… fuck. Gojo, what are you—?”

“Wow, she’s right. You’re so wet Yuuji. Shall I make you squirt, too?” he questions, already rubbing Yuuji’s cock sensually. Yuuji nods, dumbly. He can’t believe this is happening. This is so weird, beyond weird. But he can’t deny how welcome the contact is from your brother’s hand wrapped around his hard-on. “All wet for my pretty girl’s cunt, do you wish my hand was her pussy? Hm?” Gojo taunts.

“Y-Yes. I… Do… Wanna fuck her cute pussy.”

“Yeah, betcha do.” your brother continues. “Did you both think you were all big and special just because you fucked? Uselessly humping against each other with no real goal… Pathetic, both of you. You’re lucky you have such a good nii-san to help you.” Gojo expresses.

“Thank you nii-san, thank you f’making me cum…”

Gojo continues stroking your boyfriend. You can feel Yuuj rutting his body into his fist. It’s becoming harder for him to concentrate on finishing you off, but it still feels nice. You know you’re gonna squirt again, and maybe he’ll finish too. It’ll be romantic to cum together. Regardless of your brother being here.

“Do you wanna fill my baby sisters cunt with your cum, Yuuji? Wanna stuff her full?” Gojo queries. Yuuji nods idiotically again, he’s desperate now. He’s soaking wet and eager to blow his load.

“Y-Yeah, Gojo. I do. So fuckin’ bad. Can I? C-Can I cum?” Yuuji asks, a pathetic, needy moan intertwined in his speech. He’s hungry and he’s impatient. He wants to cum. And he wants to cum real bad.

“Heh. Fill her up Yuuji, cum in her tight little snatch. Pump her full f’me.” Gojo speaks softly, granting permission to your boyfriend to blow his load.

He manages to tip you into one final orgasm before he falls over the precipice of his own. It’s a little less than the first two times, but it’s enough to satisfy all three of you. Especially Yuuji. It gives Yuuji the final push he needs to shoot his seed all over your back. He coats Gojo’s hand too, and it makes him snicker.

“Mmm, nice and warm for me. How cute.” Gojo tells him. Yuuji has collapsed backwards onto the bed as he panted through the bliss of his high. Gojo sticks his hand in front of your face, requesting that you lick it clean for him. It’s the least you can do for him making you both cum like that.

“H-Hey, Gojo. Thanks again man, appreciate it.” Yuuji tells him. Gojo nods. “Uh, could we, um. Would you- Can we keep this to ourselves? I don’t want people to think I’m—”

“What, gay?” Gojo teases. Yuuji nods, and Gojo shakes his head. “I’m not gay, Itadori. I like cunt, and I love hers.” Gojo confesses as he ruffles your hair. Yuuji is confused, what was all that about if he isn’t gay? “It’s called having an open mind, you should try it. Felt good, right?”

“Right…”

“I’ll keep it to myself, though. If it makes you feel better.” Gojo relents, earning a sigh of relief from your boyfriend. Once your brother’s hand has been licked clean by your obedient, sweet tongue, you feel a wet hard slap collide with your cheek.

“Hey!” Yuuji yells.

“I’ll keep it to myself, as long as you two idiots come to me next time you need a sex ed lesson.”

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dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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young royals rewatch

episode 2

still don't know why simon is at the breakfast table

and if it's the lunch table why didn't do that thing already at breakfast?

also love the difference between how maddie talks about last night compared to nils retelling

august is such a little shit (NOT affectionately)

wille looks so much younger when he smiles awkwardly in this scene

willes hot lesbian moment

i don't like the fit of felices blouse

also fredrikas naked legs. i would freeze.

felice has her phone connected to a portable charger. the little details in this show

is it hoodie weather? jacket weather? or tshirt weather? i am confused

it's interesting which countries use letter grading on tests and which one use numbers

if wille hadn't told wille about the private tutoring simon wouldn't have given august the drugs to sell and the football field scene and everything after wouldnt have happened

did felice braid her own hair or did maddie do it? and vice versa who does maddies hair?

i wonder if frida had bangs she's growing out or if her fringe is cut like that deliberately

simon looks so lost in the boat

but the lighting is so pretty

not the bro slap

is anyone gonna help simon with that fucking boat?

make rosh sapphic in season 2!

simons bedlamp is the same one my parents had when i was a kid. i had the same one in green. yay ikea!

ayub is giving me ned from spiderman vibes

august looks so much better sweaty because then maltes beautiful curls aren't hidden behind kilos of hair gel

teach august to knock in season 2!

also don't make jokes about your family members masturbating pls

august isn't only cockblocking wille all the time but also brotherblocking

bye erik gotta hang out with my crush

working out would be the last place i would want to hang out with my crush tho

but the eye contact is nice. i wonder how they choose that spot infront of eachother to do planks (is that what they're called?)

wille is getting suspicious

august lives and breathes in turtlenecks

august trying to fake having adhd is the only august scene i will gladly rewatch bc it's just so fucking funny

love all the little stuff they're doing during workies like the ring stuff and such

august cockblocking AGAIN

also someone on instagram finally found simons real actual hoodie but it's sold out

felice inviting simon for wille not knowing what she's going to unleash

FUCK YOU AUGUST

that shot of willes naked feet was very unnecessary. no thank you. at least put socks on him

willes red pinterest lights

wille channeling his inner mean girl (iykyk)

jag kommer.

wille not knowing how to ride a bus is me in every social situation

at least simon picked him up from the gas station so he wouldn't get lost

those girls saying hey prince remind me too much of the current yr fangirls

ayub ultimate wingman

(deleted scene where wille or simon notice the other has ketchup in the corner of their mouth and wipes it away)

they are not wearing any helmets. this is unsafe.

august just waiting for wille to come back to put him in his place

fuck you august

sara and drawing should be a bigger part of season 2 i wanna see it again

simon and his clementines (or whatever they are) now i want one too

simons happy mood immediately went sour after that text from wille

also wille sitting with the lights around him. he lives for the aesthetic.

vincent and nils are very fruity in that one scene

but i love all the shots of the students just doing random stuff in the background

simon and his clementines are a very big part of this episode and only this episode right?

both august when talking with sara and simon when talking with august are so loud how doesn't everyone hear them talking about the pills

i hate the nike shirt with a burning passion

those rowing machines look like hell

did simon just stuff the pills in his pants?

augusts speech is so awkward i love it

but did he think that was enough of a repayment?

can't believe august got to give simon a forehead kiss before wille did

i have watched that movie and it was very disturbing

love all the face stuff the girls have on

the finger touching reminds me so much of jude and connor from the fosters

augusts close up in the red and black sweater makes gim look like he's wearing a star trek uniform

on the first watch i thought wille wanted to jump out of the window

wille is wearing ralph lauren pj pants. he really is a prince

i love the loud breathing in this scene

wille.exe has stopped working

can't believe simon scored the prince of sweden in a looney toones tshirt

i love the shot of the outlines of their faces pressed against eachother

hope they didn't get back to the movie tho

[ptergwen]

tastes like cherry

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: swearing, hints of cheating, and suggestive themes

summary: peter is into you, but you’re into mj... and peter

a/n: i love this concept even tho it’s unhealthy? let’s take it as a cautionary tale :D also this is my last full oneshot of the year!! i’ll do something quick tomorrow tho

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“sorry, peter. i’m already going with mj.”

you shut your locker, revealing an oddly unphased peter behind it. he doesn’t understand what you mean.

the two of you make your way through the hall. you’re about to head some so you can get ready for liz’s party later. she told you about it first since you’re good friends. you asked mj to come this morning, which was liz’s idea. she’s been trying to set you two up for a while.

“ok, that’s fine. i’m sure she’ll understand if you-“ you cut him off before he gets too excited. “like, as a couple. she’s my date.” peter’s face falls.

you and mj? no offense to her, but he could never see you liking someone so... dry. he’s always pictured bubbly and sweet people to be more your speed. himself, for example.

“that’s,” peter clears his throat. “that’s cool.” you smile to yourself, thinking about spending the night with mj. he’s thinking about how he can show his support without sounding jealous. “since when did you, um, have a thing for her?” “i don’t know. liz helped me realize, honestly,” you nudge his arm.

“maybe you can hang out with her tonight.” peter turns to look at you like you’ve said the most insane thing ever. you’re already looking at him. it brings a blush to his cheeks, which you take as him liking her. you smirk and stop when you get to the doors.

“i... i don’t think that’s a good idea,” he decides with a nervous smile. “think about it more. see you later.” you push open one of the doors and skip outside. you’re already gone when he responds. “yeah, see you.”

he needs to come up with a plan, fast.

-

“dude, that’s rough,” ned can’t hold back a laugh at the story. peter is at his place, the two of them about to leave for the party. he told him what happened earlier in hopes of getting a second opinion. if he’d known ned would react like this, he would’ve kept it to himself.

“this isn’t funny, ned. i need help,” peter almost whines, flopping back on ned’s bed. ned is fixing his hair last minute. “i’m sorry, bro, but i don’t think y/n likes you that way,” he says sympathetically this time. peter sits up again. they both make eye contact in the mirror. “how do you know that?” “uh, she rejected you?”

puffing some air out of his cheeks, peter watches ned run a comb through his hair. the silence gives him time to reflect on your conversation. he suddenly remembers a key part of it.

“she only said no because she’s taking mj,” peter repeats, ned squinting at his friend’s reflection. “not because she doesn’t like me.” ned puts the comb down, satisfied with his look. he sighs and faces peter again. “it’s too late, dude. try again some other time.”

peter disregards everything he said and keeps plotting. he snaps when an idea comes to him. “all i have to do is get y/n alone for a while.” he looks up at ned with hopeful eyes. that can’t be good.

ned doesn’t approve of messing with your love life. he wishes peter could be just happy for you and move on. that being said, he is supposed to be peter’s wingman. he’d be a pretty terrible one by saying no to whatever he’s about to ask. he mentally apologizes to you before giving in.

“what am i gonna do?”

“can you distract mj for me?”

-

kids are still piling in when peter and ned arrive. they follow the line of people leading the way. it’s easy to forget how popular liz is because she does academic decathlon with all of you, the most uncool club midtown has to offer. this puts it in perspective.

liz is greeting people at the door. another reason she’s not your stereotypical popular girl is that she’s actually nice.

peter heads in first, ned behind him. her face lights up the second they step inside.

“what took you so long?” she playfully questions the two of them. “ned’s hair,” peter answers, earning a laugh from her. ned elbows his side. “it looks great, ned,” liz compliments him and winks at peter. “oh, thank you.” he tries to act humble about it by running a hand through the style.

peter peers over liz’s head to see if he can find you. he’d have to stand on his tiptoes to really make progress, so that’s done. liz still picks up on it.

“looking for someone?” she raises an eyebrow at him. ned shifts from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “um, do you know where y/n is?” peter clenches his jaw. “in the kitchen with mj. she told me you might wanna hang out tonight.” she’s sort of studying his face, widening her eyes. he averts his own to his feet.

“i should really find her. i’ll... i’ll catch up with you later.” his lips press into a forced smile. “come on, ned.” the two of them set off for the kitchen. ned tells her goodbye and follows peter, leaving liz standing there shocked.

“you could’ve been a little nicer, dude,” ned concludes from the encounter. they’re on their way to the kitchen. peter shrugs his shoulders with both eyebrows furrowed. “i wasn’t mean, though. i’m just, you know, busy.” “so is y/n.”

you’re laughing about something mj said, your arms tightening around her waist from behind. one of your hands has a drink in it. the other searches for hers. she laces your fingers together and rolls her eyes, probably calling you a dork. it’s in a loving way, unlike when she uses the same nickname on peter.

ned might be right. it seems like you’re having a really good time. who is peter to take that away from you? he’d rather you be snuggling up to him than mj, but what matters beyond anything is that you’re enjoying yourself. he should listen to you and spend some time with liz. she’s at least interested in him.

he completely changes his mind when your lips brush mj’s cheek. back to his plan.

“you’re here!” you announce as peter and ned enter the kitchen. mj nods her head at them. “thing one. thing two,” she greets, holding out her free hand to fistbump ned. “hey.” peter grins at you, then gives mj a slightly smaller one. she notices. he sticks his hands in his pockets.

“did you say hi to liz?” you check with your eyebrows raised in anticipation. ned answers for peter, who bites down on his lip. “they’re gonna hang out later.” mj snorts at the idea. “why would she ever wanna do that?” “because i told her to,” you sigh and glance at peter. he’s so stiff.

“and why would you do that?” mj deadpans, looking peter over. he glares back. he hates being talked about like he’s not there. ned forces out a laugh to clear some of the tension between them. you don’t realize any of this is happening.

“i mean, she set me up with you. i wanted to return the favor,” you explain and rest your chin on mj’s shoulder. her face softens. she tilts her head back to look at you with a smile. “aw,” ned coos and draws a heart around you two with his fingers.

he’s secretly rooting for you and mj.

peter points at the snack table, his eyes going from mj to you. “i’m gonna... get a drink.” “ooh, fun. i picked them out,” you beam at him. mj pulls you closer to her before he comes over. she’s not happy with the way he keeps looking at you. you’re not completely oblivious to it either. you just don’t know what to think of it.

you pick up your cup to take a sip of soda. peter has to pass by you to get his own. right as you bring yours to your lips, peter ‘accidentally’ knocks into you. the drink spills down the side of your dress. this is all part of his plan. you squeal and step away from mj.

mj hits peter’s arm with the back of her hand. “idiot. look what you did to my date.” she only refers to you as her date so he’ll take the hint and back off. he ignores her and tends to you instead, a frown on his lips.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to-“ “it’s fine. ned, can you hand me a napkin?” you do your best not to let your frustration show.

he goes to get one off the counter. peter turns to him and mouthes ‘don’t’ before he gets the chance. ned mouthes ‘why not?’ back. peter says ‘because i said so.’ their silent conversation doesn’t go unnoticed by mj. she huffs and pushes past peter. “what the fuck, i’ll get it.”

peter gives him a look that says to do something. panicking, ned pushes the stack of napkins onto the floor. they all end up scattered around.

everyone waits for him to address it. “oops,” he chokes out. “you’re both idiots,” mj grumbles, getting onto the floor to pick them up. this should keep her distracted for a while. things are falling into place.

“i’m gonna see if i can borrow something from liz,” you tell the three of them in an exhale. peter rushes to your side. “do you need help with your dress?”

not sure what to say, you look over at mj. her and ned are busy cleaning up. she probably won’t mind. “this is my fault. i feel bad,” peter continues on.

you leave your empty cup on the snack table and nod. “come with me.”

-

you bring peter up to liz’s room and shut the door behind you. he has to bite back a smile while you search through her drawers for new clothes. sorry to liz, looks like the two of you are spending the night together now.

your change of clothes ends up on the bed. it’s only a t-shirt and jeans. you’re actually kind of bummed about your dress because you bought it specifically for tonight. not that mj would ever care what you wear, but you felt like dressing up. a few compliments from her wouldn’t hurt, though. she’s not the best in that area.

“can you unzip me?” you ask peter, eyeing him over your shoulder. he’s quick to come up behind you. he puts a hand on your lower back. his other slowly tugs the zipper down. “this is cute,” he murmurs, swiping his thumb over the material of your dress. the feeling and his words give you goosebumps.

“sorry i kind of ruined it.” “are you?” you’re only teasing. peter answers seriously, his voice lower than usual. “no.” you take a step forward when he finishes with the zipper. “it did feel pretty staged to me. you’re not that clumsy.” there’s emphasis on ‘that.’ he hums in a rather suggestive way. you face him again.

the back of your dress gets left open. peter’s eyes trail down your body, his hands not quite leaving it yet.

you’ve always seen him as this harmless, infinitely nice guy. he’s almost too nice for you. it’s why you never considered him as more than a friend. mj has an edge to her, and you like that. peter might have an edge, too.

this new side of him is starting to make you rethink his spot in the friend zone. you feel like you might be rushing into things with mj. should you really have taken liz’s advice? or, should you have came with peter?

“why’d you do it?” your gaze shifts down to his lips. he moves closer to you. that inspires you to take another step back. “i had to get you away from mj.” “she’s my date,” you say unconvincingly and keep walking backwards. peter follows until you end up against the wall.

it’s the perfect spot for him to corner you in. so, he does.

his arms are on either side of the wall behind you. he leans his head down. your faces are dangerously close to each other. your mouths are dangerously close to each other, too.

“you’re... you’re supposed to be with liz,” you breathe out. peter brings a hand up to caress your cheek. “she probably has better things to do.”

it’s almost impossible not to give in to his touch. his fingers run over your skin gently, contradicting the intense way his eyes stare into yours. you lean your cheek in the palm of his hand. you’re still having doubts.

“well, i’m supposed to be with mj,” you try to remind the both of you.

peter considers it for a moment. you two definitely shouldn’t be doing this. the selfish side of his brain takes over then. it’s not like you and mj made it official yet.

“supposed to be doesn’t mean you want to,” he rasps, his thumb moving down to your lower lip. he runs it across. you watch him with hooded eyes. as much as you crave his lips on yours, it wouldn’t be fair to mj. you care about them both.

“what if she’s looking for me?” your voice is just above a whisper. “ned has it covered,” he reassures you. “we’re okay.” we. you really like the way that sounds.

you’re not sure what’s going on with your head or your heart right now. all you know is that you want, no, need peter to kiss you. you’d never forgive yourself if you let the chance pass you by.

“you thought of everything,” you remark, winding one of your arms around his neck. peter’s breath fans over your face. he grabs your waist, you pushing your body flush against his. there isn’t an inch of space between you two. “because i like you, y/n.”

“i like you, too,” you finally admit to yourself and peter. your lips are so close to his they’re ghosting. “but, i also like mj.” his fingers press into your side. “can we worry about that after we kiss?” a grin crosses your face. “good idea.”

peter lets his lips land properly on yours, both of you melting into the kiss. this already feels so right even though it isn’t. he sighs in content and drops a hand down to your hip. you use your hand on his neck to deepen the kiss, your head against the wall.

he pulls you up by your hips, signaling for you to jump. your legs wrap around his middle while he snakes his around your waist again. he’s easily holding you while his lips attack yours.

“shit, you’re so strong,” you giggle into his mouth, an airy laugh escaping him. “think so?” peter kisses over to your cheek. one of your dress straps falls down your shoulder. you leave it. his lips kiss their way back to yours, getting messier with each one. you give him a lazy smile. he pecks your lips one more time, softly.

“you taste like cherry,” peter mumbles, now moving down to your chin. it’s shiny from where your lip gloss smeared. “cherry coke. the one you spilled on me,” you explain with a scoff. he keeps kissing down the center of your neck, his fingers tugging at the end of your dress.

“wonder what else tastes like cherry.” he’s half joking and half serious. actually, more serious. you gasp and tilt your head to the side more. you can feel him smirking while his lips dance across your skin. “peter, i can’t believe you of all people would say that.” “i’m full of surprises,” he hums, sucking a little too hard on one spot.

it’s hot having him take control like this, but this isn’t the time or place for a hickey.

“wait, i don’t want mj to see.” that’s the least of your problems. still, it’s a very big one. it comes right after choosing between which one of your friends you like more. you’re so screwed.

“alright. let’s do something else,” peter suggests, tightening his grip around your waist. he carries you over to liz’s bed. you giggle into his ear and throw your other arm around his neck. he drops you right next to your change of clothes, which you forgot about. they’re the whole reason you’re up here.

there’s a lot to unpack in this situation. you’re in your best friend’s room making out with her crush, while your sort of girlfriend has no fucking clue where you went.

good thing peter and his kisses are here to distract you from it all.

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Kissing / Making Out HC’s

Pairing: Kaminari x reader

Warnings: Just a ton of kissing, making out, and mentions of groping (I talk about boobs, uh oh). Still gender/sex neutral

Author’s Note:

Almost didn't have anything ready for this week, but this one only took me a few hours to write up, so here you go! This may end up being my Valentines Day fic. Idk, we’ll see. I haven’t been feeling well lately :/

Enjoy

-Sugar

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● I think this goes without saying, but

● Denki is an absolute s u c k e r for kisses

● As soon as you get together, he wants them constantly

● And who are you to deny him?

● He really doesn't mind PDA (he kinda likes it, actually, getting to show off that he has an s/o)

● So, unless you're uncomfortable with it, he'll kiss you no matter where you are or who you're with (especially around his friends)

● But as I said, if you're not interested, he'll respect that

● It just means he gets to love on you more when you're finally alone together!

● Kaminari loves your lips. Big or small, soft or dry, he's staring at them from across the room, just thinking about when he can kiss them again

● Boy is devoted to you, you don't leave his mind

● After he started dating you, Denki applies lip balm religiously

● He usually goes with vanilla flavors, but he also likes fruity ones

● And he makes special note of what you like. If he knows you'll be kissing soon, he'll pull out your favorite chapstick of his just to make sure he's extra tasty for you

● His 👏 lips 👏 are 👏 so 👏 soft 👏

● Every now and then they'll get a little chapped, but he's pretty good about exfoliating them when they do

● He wants to make sure you have the best kissing experience with him at all times, so he stays on top of things

● Not only does Denki like receiving kisses, he likes giving them as well

● Cheek kisses are his go-to. If you were to keep track, I'd say he'd give you a cheek kiss at least fifteen times a day, if he's around you that much

● Morning kisses, hello kisses, goodbye kisses—a lot of them end up on your cheeks

● But he also loves kissing your nose! He sees those as more intimate kisses, so usually he saves them for when you're cuddling together

● He just loves the way your face scrunches up in a grin when he does it >w<

● He loves to smother your face with little pecks, and he especially likes to tease you by kissing anywhere but your mouth until you get frustrated

● But he doesn't have that much self-control, so he may just kiss your lips soon enough anyway, if you're patient

● You can expect him to prelude a ton of kisses with either a joke or a pick up line. He thinks he’s being smooth (he’s really not), but he loves seeing you happy and giggling

● He also likes to zap you jus a teeny bit here and there. Never enough to hurt (he'd cry if he ever hurt you), but just enough to surprise you

● Sometimes he accidentally static-shocks you when you kiss, especially right after he used his quirk, so that can sting a bit. He always apologizes when it happens and offers you more kisses

● He likes sweet kisses, especially the ones during or right after dates, where he just gets to close his eyes and let the world fall away into nothing but your warm lips. He likes wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you close, and tilt your chin so he can get the perfect angle on your mouth

● Sometimes he smiles and giggles while you're kissing, and that can make it a little difficult to stay on his lips. But it's so darn cute, you have no intentions of ever telling him to stop

● He loves making out with you. So much

● He likes to “set the scene” if he has time, but it’s usually just dimming the lights a little (he's not above making out to music tho, so if you're interested, he'll be happy to deliver)

● But just having you in your or his room with him, on the bed with you on his lap, kissing you slow for all you're worth—

● Fantastic, easily one of his favorite parts of the relationship

● And he likes the hungry kisses too, where he pins you to the mattress (or you pin him; he's into both 👀) and it's all just sloppy tongue and teeth

● 😞👌

● If you allow it, his hands will be all over your body

● If you possess boobs (no matter the size), he's touching them

● With permission ofc

● I headcanon him to be a boob/chest guy (I mean, he loves all of you, but come on. Boobs. Need I say more?)

● Buuuut, he's also touching your butt. Homeboy's a groper

● He likes to grab handfuls of you wherever they may wander, squeezing your warm flesh around his fingers

● You may have to tell him at first not to do it so hard

● He's a hornee boi, so he likes to make out with you a few times a week. If you have to miss a couple of sessions, he'll get grumpy and you'll have to make it up to him (with extra kissies, ofc)

● If you were to pin him to the wall and passionately kiss him, he'd probably die from how hot he found it. Or he’d just short-circuit

● Any time you kiss him, he'll melt

● He loves kissing you, but there's something a little extra special about when it’s you initiating

● It makes him feel so loved, even if you just walk up to him and peck his forehead

● It's important to him not only that he loves you, but that you love him back just as much. That's what makes him go 🥺🥺

● He simps for one person and one person only now, and it's you

● Extra: He draws fanart of you and him kissing in his free time 👀 just little doodles in the margins of his notebooks. Aizawa always makes a face whenever Denki accidentally leaves one on his homework but otherwise doesn’t say anything

The overhead light is turned off, a screensaver on his monitor providing a soft glow to the bed opposite in the room. You're seated comfortably on his lap, his hands lightly resting on your ass.

He starts with simple pecks on your lips, each one lingering longer against your skin, heavier in pressure. He's soft but moist, warm underneath where his saliva had cooled in the temperature of the room. An electricity seems to dance between you, and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if he really is using his quirk.

Finally his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Your fingers lace through his hair, displacing the black lightning bolt that had been shaped so perfectly among the golden-blond strands. His tongue comes into contact with yours, touching and licking before securing itself behind your teeth. You're drawn even closer to him, locked in a wet embrace as his hands squeeze.

He could never get enough of you, enough of this feeling. He was obsessed with the way his heart still pounded in his chest, obsessed with the way fireworks went off in his stomach no matter how many times he'd done this before. All it took was a touch, a kiss, a squeeze, and he was gone. In moments like these, you were the only thing that mattered. Not his failures, not his inadequacies, not the stress of school. Just you, and only you.

One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, keeping you close while the other slid down your thigh. He released your lips, only to come back for more more more, desperate to show you how much he loved you, how badly he needed you. A whimper escaped him, swallowed by the kiss but present nonetheless. You answered in your own pretty little moan, fingers alighting on the base of his skull to pull him ever forward into you.

He could stay here forever, drowning in your taste, your touch, your scent. What harm would it be?

Kaminari picked you up, turning you over and laying you down softly onto his bed. He quickly loomed over you, supported by an arm on either side of your head as he dove in for another kiss.

Forever was a long time, so maybe he'd start with tonight.

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, lips still pushing and pulling against yours. He loved the way you caged his hips in with your thighs, keeping him in place. Loved how your hands softly rested by your head on his pillow.

He paused, suddenly realizing just how lightheaded he was. Reluctantly, he pulled back for air, chest expanding and contracting with each soft breath. 

You were under him. He was so thankful it was you. He'd never witnessed a person so beautiful—never experienced lips so addictive, so kissable. You were intoxicating, the way your shining eyes locked with his as your own hand came up to trace his face.

Even in the low light, he could make out every feature he loved—from your nose to your cheeks to your chin, nothing escaped his gaze.

"I love you," you whispered to him, and just like every other time you said it, he knew it was true.

"I love you too," he whispered back, because that was also true. How couldn't it be?

He kissed you once more before shifting to his side, pulling you into his arms where he knew you'd be safe and warm.

'I love you' hummed through his every nerve as he showered your skin with his love—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. All of it perfection in his eyes, and he wished nothing would change.

You nestled into his neck, your hot skin brushing over his own.

"Sleepy?" he asked, rubbing your back.

He felt you nod, and he couldn't help but smile. Burying his nose in your hair, he inhaled your scent. It was nights like these when he truly knew what the word 'comfort' meant, since he felt it to the very marrow of his bones.

Absolutely nothing could compare to the way it felt to have you fall asleep in his arms. Your breaths began to even out as his hands continued to wander, intent on caressing you and worshiping every inch of skin he was able to touch.

Even before he pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you were warm. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, his lips still lazily pressing kisses to your hair, you felt content.

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