#thank u for applying bb !

[the-gene-mile]

SHUT UUPPP LOOK AT THEM

[xoluvx]

earn it; b.eilish

Request: hi! if you're not too caught up with other fics, would u be able to write a little one-shot where reader has a had a bad day at work & when she comes home, billie is acting like a brat and making readers day worse, so when billie does something that crosses the line, reader decides to punish her? thank u sm, i love your writing style!🤍

a/n: thank you bb ily 🤍

The entire day, all you could think about was your bed. You wanted nothing more than to be curled up in it and have your favorite girl make you forget all about your shitty day.

But that hadn't been the case. You'd gotten home and the last thing on the list was going to bed. Billie was being a brat, and normally you wouldn't have minded, but you really just wanted to be in bed. It got to the point where you couldn't handle it anymore so you snarled in her face.

"What do you want, huh?" you growled knowing now exactly what she wanted. It was so obvious by the way her body quivered when you sneered in her face.

"Fuck me, please" she begged out of breath.

"Oh, you just want to get fucked?" you chuckled against her cheek, applying pressure to her neck. Billie's mouth fell open and she held your wrist nodding her head desperately.

"That's all you had to say, baby." Your voice was low laced with a fake sweetness that made Billie's insides churn. "But instead you were such a brat," you answered lips pressed to her temple.

"So you have to earn your orgasm tonight angel," you gritted your teeth kissing her cheek again, this time it was an open mouth kiss that caused Billie moan. Getting distracted by her neck, you kissed the tender skin. You felt when she gulped.

"Do you think you can do that?" You asked releasing her neck and cupping her jaw forcing her to keep eye contact. Billie nodded, her body shaking in euphoric anticipation.

"Words," you stroked her flushed cheek.

"Yes," she choked.

"Yes, what?" you smirked focusing on her lips. Her beautifully plump lips.

"Yes, ma'am," she added and you smiled with satisfaction.

"Good," you patted her cheek before removing your clothes. Then you worked on taking off her clothes making sure to only leave her in just her underwear.

"These come off each time I cum," you ran your hand over the lacy material. Your finger hooked on the elastic of her thong before releasing it with a snap. Billie shivered and nodded at your instructions.

"Where do we start?" you asked cocking your head to the side.

"On the bed," Billie's voice was soft and submissive.

"Okay, what are we gonna do on the bed?" you asked loving the way she squirmed.

"I'm gonna eat you out," she cleared her throat hoping that was the answer you wanted to hear. You didn't care. You lived for this side of Billie. You dwelled in the punishment and the squirming.

"Okay, and what?" you asked again sitting on the bed spreading your legs for her. Billie marveled at your wet pussy waiting for her.

"And I'm gonna make you cum," she replied walking towards you.

"Okay, we'll see about that." You hummed contently watching her kneel between your legs.

She started by kissing the inside of her thigh, her lips inching closer to your pussy with each kiss. Her thumb ran between your folds and you moaned happily. Billie took this as a good sign and ran with it. Her tongue soon found its place on your pussy. She ran it between your folds lapping your sweetness.

Pressing her face closer, she focused on your clit. Her tongue furiously flicking your bud until she felt your hand on her head. You pulled softly on her hair, arching your back.

"Take your time, baby" you sang curling your toes. Billie pushed her tongue in your pussy and you moaned again.

"Fuck," you cursed pushing your hips towards her face. Her nose pressed against your pussy, tongue fucking into you. Each new stroke more intense than the previous.

"Right there, right there-" you shut your eyes feelings the sparks course through your body as you clung to her head. Billie's eyes were closed focusing on your pussy. She felt the way your legs quivered when she hooked them in her arms bringing herself closer to your pussy. With a few more strokes of her tongue, you were convulsing in her arms. She rest her tongue on your entrance loving the way you throbbed on her tongue.

When you let your body fall on the bed, she hovered over you watching your spent face.

"Was that good?" she asked and your eyes shot open. You pushed her back trying to recuperate your strength.

"I ask the questions here," you asserted your dominance forcing her to stand. You stood behind her, holding her arms against her back. Her fingers tried to spread across your torso behind her back, but you were too close for them to make any actual movement. Not that you would've allowed it.

Pushing her hair over her shoulder, you kissed her neck. Your kisses trailed her soft skin until your lips were near her bra strap. Your teeth grazed her skin as you tugged on the strap letting it fall off her shoulder. You let go of her arms, but they were still pressed between your bodies. Your hands cupped her breasts squeezing and pressing until you freed them from the restricting fabric.

Billie sighed with relief and you pinched her nipples only eliciting a whiny moan.

"You earned this," you whispered in her ear and Billie shivered. You moved your body releasing her arms so you could unhook her bra. When it was unhooked, you slipped it down her arms letting it fall on the floor.

You sat on the bed, bringing her between your legs. Her hands rested on your shoulders as you held one of her breasts bringing it to your mouth. You sucked on her nipple before releasing it with a pop repeating the same action on the other. Billie held your head as she watched your tongue swirl on her nipple. She wanted that, but between her legs.

"You have to make me cum again if you want these off," you spoke against her nipple tugging at her underwear as if reading her mind. Billie whimpered and you slapped her tit ensuing a string of moans from her part. You squeezed her breasts one last time before leaning back on the bed.

"What now?" you asked looking at her through hooded lids. You bit your bottom lip waiting for her response.

"Strap," she chocked as you looked at the mark you'd left on her right breast.

"Okay," you sighed laying down on the bed but still propping your body with your elbows so you could watch her. You watched her walk to the drawer pulling out the strap.

"Come here," you snarled and Billie obeyed. You snatched the strap from her hand.

"Step in," you commanded as you held the harness open for her. Billie stepped in. You buckled it for her making sure it was secure. Then you slapped her ass for good measure and laid down again opening your legs watching her closely. You swore you saw her gulp as she climbed on top of you.

"Don't be gentle," you teased as she hiked your leg up. Billie nodded and you smirked as she ran the tip of the fake dick between your folds. She entered you slowly pressing her body against yours when she bottomed out. You hummed in delight loving the way she filled you.

"Move," you instructed and Billie moved. She thrusted timidly at first then slowly increased the pace until she settled on a semi-fast and rough rhythm. She held one of your legs against her body, the other still laying on the bed. She kissed your calf as your bodies slapped.

Remembering your 'don't be gentle' comment from either, she wrapped on hand around your neck. Your eyes shot open. Billie watched you. You normally wouldn't have allowed it, but it felt too good combined with the pace at which she was fucking and if you were being honest, you were ready to fuck her so -

You felt the coil tightening inside. You were hot. So incredibly hot and you needed to cum. You couldn't hold it anymore.

When you unraveled for the second time, you pushed her away too sensitive to touch.

Billie waited for you to talk.

"Come here," you motioned out of breath. Billie did as she was told. You took the strap off, kneeling on the bed weakly. You put it on, fastening it before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"On your knees," you hummed and Billie nodded placing her hands on your knees as she knelt in front of you.

"Suck," you grunted. Her lids fluttered and she obliged taking the entire cock in her mouth. A guttural moan escaped her throat upon tasting you on the dildo. You winced still sensitive from your orgasm. But marveled at the way her head bobbed repeatedly. You held the back of her head pushing your hips up to match her movements.

Your fingers laced through her hair as you pushed her down on the fake cock. Billie gagged and you lifted her head watching her eyes fill with tears, saliva trickling down her mouth.

"You okay?" you asked and she nodded holding your thighs. She opened her mouth again and you grabbed the fake dick with your free hand. You slapped it on her tongue and she moaned feeling the flood between her legs.

"Good girl," you cooed pulling her hair once last time.

"Stand."

Billie stood still as you pulled her by her underwear.

"I'm gonna fuck you now okay?" you cooed pulling down her underwear. Billie nodded shivering. She was so wet and so desperate she could hardly think, let alone speak.

You stood grabbing her hand switching positions. She laid on the bed, her hair fanning out on the sheets. She raised her arms pushing her breasts up and you drooled at the sight. When you opened her legs you nearly came. You could almost physically see her pussy throbbing, she was soaked and ready for you.

Grabbing her legs, you pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She squealed a little and you held her thighs as you slid into her pussy with ease. Billie brought a hand down to touch your hip.

Then you fucked into her like there was no tomorrow. She was a sobbing mess, moans sharp and frequent. Her tits bounced with each thrust and her eyes glistened with tears. She begged you to go faster and you happily gratified her requests.

She'd earned it, after all.

[kokomyass]

OKK i thought of one

I was thinking a gojo fic for a change and reader is a new teacher at the school so he kinda shows her everything but the whole time he's being super flirty and stuff. YKWIM😭😭

Also second person (you/your)🧍🏾‍♀️I physically cannot read it any other way.

THANK UU BBY LOVE U LOADS😋

GURLLLLLL I LOVEEE THAT REQUEST AND SORRY IT TOOK AGES IVE BEEN SO BUSY....

LOVE YOU MORE BB 🥰🥰🥰

i hope you enjoy!!! (icl I'm half asleep)

Gojo Satoru ☆ The Ropes

Gojo x Fem!Reader Genre: ☁️ Word Count: 1014 Trigger Warnings ⚠️

synopsis: in which, our favourite flirtatious gojo satoru shows the newbie (you) around!!

Second Person POV

The morning sun spilled through the windows of what would be your new classroom, casting a warm glow on the empty desks arranged neatly in rows. Today marked the beginning of your journey as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and you couldn't wait to dive into the world of sorcery and education.

You has been born into a family of sorcerers and it had been your lifelong dream to teach and help influence younger students to pursue a life of sorcery. When you saw job positions released for Tokyo Jujutsu High, you couldn't help but immediately apply...especially when the famous Satoru Gojo was known to be a teacher there.

You saw Gojo as a role model, someone you wanted to impress....to live up to....

Just as you were organizing your lesson plans and looking at student profiles, the door swung open with a flourish, visibly shocking you as you let out a yelp, and in strolled Satoru Gojo, the infamous and irresistibly charismatic jujutsu sorcerer.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Gojo's voice rang out, his signature smirk evident even though his eyes were hidden behind his ever-present blindfold.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at his sudden appearance. "Oh! Uhhh...Good morning, Gojo-sensei," you greeted, trying to maintain your composure, being slightly astounded as to how handsome and undeniably attractive he was.

"Ah, you must be the new teacher, Y/N!! You certainly are a sight for sore eyes....I've been waiting to meet you," Gojo exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious as he sauntered over to you. "I'm here to show you the ropes, teach you the tricks, and maybe sprinkle in a little bit of charm along the way."

Your face flushed red as he placed a hand on your shoulder, putting you in close proximity considering you just met along with the extremely obvious flirting.

And so, your day began with THE Satoru Gojo as your guide, leading you through the labyrinth halls of the school and introducing you to the eccentric staff members.

It was rather shocking to you that not a single teacher had one good word to put in for Gojo no matter how much he begged.

Nanami encounter

"Gojo is indeed powerful....but I have no respect for him." Nanami stated folding his arms ignoring Gojo's presence.

"Oh...um-" you weren't sure what to say at all and whilst you were thinking about what to say, you have been dragged away by Gojo.

As you navigated the bustling corridors, Gojo regaled you with stories of his own misadventures during his time as a student, each tale more outrageous than the last. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling yourself relax in his presence despite the weight of your new responsibilities.

"Well Y/N, I've said enough about myself and my duties...what made a beautiful lady like you want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?" Gojo turned to look down at you as your eyes widened at his unexpected question.

You blushed at his compliment as you answered looking at him, "Well, I've always believed that being a sorcerer is so fun, and that we need to protect all of those who can't protect themselves...and being able to do that gived me a feeling that I can't describe."

You looked up to the sunset thinking about what you said as Gojo stayed silent looking into the distance. It was the first time foe the whole of the day that you had seen him so...quiet...

After a few more seconds of silence you heard his voice.

"I like that Y/N." he turned to you smiling as you turned back smiling at him too.

"Teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High isn't just about imparting knowledge," Gojo explained as he demonstrated a particularly intricate spell. "It's about embracing the chaos, rolling with the punches, and maybe even pulling off a few flashy moves to keep the students on their toes."

You chuckled as the Gojo you had grown accustomed to had come back.

Throughout the day, Gojo's flirtatious remarks and playful teasing kept you on your toes, each interaction leaving you both flustered and entertained. But beneath his charming facade, you could sense a genuine desire to see you succeed in your new role, which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, Gojo walked you to the school gates, his presence as electrifying as ever.

"Well, Y/N, it looks like our adventure together has come to an end," Gojo said with a dramatic flourish, his hand brushing against yours as he leaned in close. "But remember, if you ever need guidance, advice, or just someone to banter with, I'll be here, ready to lend a helping hand. Here is my number if you need anything."

With a wink and a smile, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you with a renewed sense of confidence and a newfound appreciation for the magic of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High. And as you watched him go, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected mentorship of Satoru Gojo, the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer with a heart of gold.

You look at the pice of paper he gave with his 'number' on it only to see not only his number but a little message saying.

'....and to go on a little date too... ;)'

lil extra!!

It had been a month or so since you started working at the school and it had also been a month since you were dating Gojo....and life never did have a dull moment....

"What do you see in that man. I thought I warned you."

You and Nanami were in the staffroom alone as you waited for Gojo to take you out on a date.

"Nanami....he isn't that bad you see he always buys me-"

Just as you were about to finish your sentence, Gojo burst in shouting.

"SWEETS!!" you smiled as he finished you sentence without knowing handing you your favourite sweets happily.

"See Nanami, that's why I love him "

dayum um tired as hell, will edit letter....I hope you enjoyed especially my favour gorgeous gal 💜💜😍💜💜😍💜💜

[some-lonely-loser]

STAY HIGH .01

📍Location-Perez Household

📷POV- Narrator (3rd)

Brooke sat on Maddy's bed with a small, foldable mirror in one hand while her other hand lined her lips with a walnut brown shade while listening to Maddy and Kat's conversation. "Do you think my areolas look weird?" Maddy asked, while looking at her boobs in the mirror.

"No." Kat responded while Brooke just hummed in agreement, moving onto her eyeshadow, gathering her brushes together.

"But like.. The edges though." Maddy spun a little round, glancing at her friends who weren't even paying attention to what she was saying.

"Maddy, they're fine." Kat said while Brooke responded, "Yeah girl, calm down."

Maddy scoffed and said "Fine like they're weird, or fine like nobody but me would notice what I notice?"

"Fine like shut the fuck up Maddy!" BB yelled from Maddy's bathroom which caused Brooke to stop applying her makeup and start laughing

"I'm disgusting. I literally look disgusting." Maddy said while  pulling her tank top back up while Brooke scoffed and Kat responded "Maddy, you need to snap the fuck out of this. You're hot as fuck and Nate's a loser. Who cares?" Kat said, looking up at her while Brooke hummed in agreement, finishing her makeup and putting the mirror back on Maddy's table.

"He's not a loser, he's a dick." Maddy defended him. "All dicks are losers... duh." Kat mumbled. Brooke stood up and grabbed her phone, walking into the bathroom that BB was previously getting ready in, no longer interested in the seemingly never ending conversation. She pulled up her periwinkle colored jeans and smoothed out the wrinkles on her satin, indigo shirt.

Brooke came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed and grabbed her phone to get more details about the party that was being thrown later.

"Brooke! You ready?" Maddy yelled from downstairs, glancing at Kat and BB who were also confused on what Brooke was doing. "Yep! I'm coming, gimme a sec I'm putting my shoes on." Maddy shrugged and turned around, walking to the door while BB shouted "We're gonna wait for you in the car." while following Kat and Maddy outside, shutting the door.

                                    ***

Maddy slowed the car down, beginning to pull into the parking lot of the store that Fezco owned with his brother. A certain curly haired girl walked past  the car and as soon as Maddy parked, she squinted her eyes and leaned closer to where the familiar figure was coming from.

"Is that..?" Maddy mumbled

"Oh shit. Slow down." Kat told her, even though she was already parked.

"Dude that's Rue! Oh my god.." Kat yelled.

Brooke sat up and smiled. "Oh shit! It is her!"

"Wait. didn't Rue like.. Die?" Maddy asked, confused.

BB leaned back in her seat and said "Oh my god.. I hate ghosts." Making Brooke laugh and say "She was in rehab I think."

Kat stuck her head out the window and yelled, "Yo Casper! You want a ride?"

Rue turned around and started walking slowly to the car. "Why thank you."

Brooke moved over to the middle seat, making room for Rue while she opened the door and got in the car. "Hey Rueee" Brooke said, making Rue turn to her and grin lazily. "Oh hey."

Maddy pulled out the parking spot and continued driving while rap music played and the smoke from BB's vape and the blunts that were being passed around, filled the car.

Brooke looked down at her phone, getting a message from her best friend, Sienna.

                                          Sienna<3

Sienna<3

Hey bitchh, where u at?

Brooke

I'm omw rn. I'm in the car wit Maddy and evb else. This car loud asf

Sienna<3

Ok girl be safe

Love u. see u soon

Brooke

I will! Love u too.

Brooke shut her phone off and laid her head against the headrest behind her, growing a headache every time BB blew smoke in her direction. Brooke just kept calm and continued listening to the rap music playing throughout the car, thankful that the current situation would only be for a couple more minutes. When the girls arrived at the party, they all said their goodbyes and ran off inside.

Brooke planned to stay with Maddy, but of course that wasn't happening since she already walked off, probably to find Nate. Her eyes darted across the room, hoping to find Sienna, or anybody else that was familiar to her.

After walking around for a few minutes, Brooke grew irritated with how many people shoved into her, unapologetically. Looking through the crowd of people one last time, before eventually deciding that she would find Sienna later, Brooke walked to the kitchen.

She grabbed a red solo cup, glancing at all the bottles of alcohol and shot glasses that were scattered throughout the kitchen. Making sure her cup was clean, she walked over to the fruit punch bowl and made herself a drink, making a mental note to add some tequila to it as well.

"Hey Brooke! I've been looking for you!" Brooke's head snapped to where the voice came from, thinking it was Sienna but it was just one of her friends from school, Isobel. "Hey Isobel! You liking the party so far?" She said drinking from her cup.

"It's ight." Isobel shrugged. "You?" Brooke grinned before shrugging as well. "Yeah it's ight. You know where Sienna is?" She shouted over the loud music.

"Uhm.. The last I saw her, she was at the bathroom so try there." Isobel spoke before grabbing a bottle of alcohol and walking away, saying her goodbyes.

Brooke drank the rest of her drink, scrunching her face, looking down into the cup, only to see that it was clear. She put the cup down, rolling her eyes as she realized she just drank from the wrong cup. She shrugged it off, walking back into the living room, to find Sienna. Her eyes scanned over all the dancing figures before she found what she guessed

were the bathrooms, where a lot of people gathered.

Brooke looked at all the figures, not finding one with noticeably crimson colored hair, which caused her to turn around, figuring whatever was going on behind that crowded door, was most likely bullshit.

She walked around more, still trying to find Sienna before eventually giving up and sitting herself down onto an empty seat on the couch. Her eyes scanned the room, watching all the people who were doing their own thing before she turned her head to get a look at who she was sitting beside. Her eyebrows raised and when she saw Sienna

"Where the hell were you?" Brooke shouted over the loud music, causing Sienna to look at her and smile. "I was looking for you everywhere!" Sienna yelled before pulling her into a hug.

Brooke's smile faded away as she felt a tug on her bladder. "Hey, stay here, don't go anywhere. I gotta use the bathroom." Sienna pulled away from the hug and said "Alright, but be quick" she chuckled and walked off to the bathroom.

                                                                                                                       

***

Brooke walked out the bathroom, shaken up from all the drama she had heard. She shrugged it off, walking back to the couch that she was previously at. She looked around for Sienna before eventually sitting down, figuring she just went to get a drink.

She grabbed her phone out of her bag and started scrolling on instagram, no longer having interest in this party.

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She started scrolling through the comments before she felt the seat beside her sink down. She looked over and saw Sienna. "I told you not to leave!" Sienna laughed "I'm sorry, I was thirsty I had to get a drink. You wanna dance?" She yelled over the loud music. Brooke nodded as Sienna pulled her up and led her toward the middle of the living room, crowded with dancing figures.

Sienna and Brooke started dancing together but Brooke felt eyes watching her. Brooke continued dancing but shrugged the feeling off

Unbeknownst to Brooke, Ashtray was staring ahead of them. He watched as they grabbed onto each other, dancing and singing along with the music. He didn't know either of the girls well, but he did know that Sienna bought weed from him alot and Brooke just seemed.. Confusing.

He met her a couple times before. Sometimes she was dressed in sweatpants and a tee and didn't talk at all while looking at her phone and other times, she was dressed all fancy with her hair done up in some kind of way while being chatty.

He knew she came from a rich family and just figured she would be one of those rich, annoying, stuck up girls with an everlasting bitchy attitude. Maybe he was judging her based on what he heard about her but she just seemed like she was uninteresting and annoying.

Despite how Ashtray was staring her down, Brooke didn't notice it. But Sienna did. And just as she was about to tell Brooke, and suggest going over there, she heard a loud voice.

"Do you guys know who the fuck this is?" Brooke and Sienna stopped dancing and the music stopped. Everyone was staring at Nate Jacobs pointing at a girl Brooke had never seen before.

"Does anybody know who the fuck this is? Does anybody know who the fuck Jules is?" Nate yelled again, while everyone stood awkwardly, but silent. He walked away from the girl and towards the crowd of people around him and started pointing at someone "Anyone at all. You. Do you know who the fuck Jules is?" He turned around and started walking back towards her. Continuing their previous conversation, Brooke couldn't hear because she was too far away.

Nate started getting in the girl's face which obviously upset her before he yelled again "Yo is anybody here, friends with Jules? Anyone? Does anyone know who the fuck this bitch is?"

He got quiet again, waiting for someone to speak before yelling louder. "Somebody better speak up or this bitch is gonna get fucked up!" The girl, seemingly tired of Nate being an asshole to her, grabbed a knife

"Oh shit.." Brooke mumbled while Sienna hummed in agreement to her reaction. Nate walked backwards away from the girl, as if he was retreating from a bear. "You wanna fucking hurt me!?" She yelled, walking towards him. "No! I was fucking kidding!" He yelled, trying to calm her down, which obviously in this case, wouldn't work. "Back the fuck up! What the fuck is your problem?!" She yelled, getting him against a cabinet with a scared look as he eyed the knife in her hand. "Put the fucking knife down okay- It was a joke-" He scrambled, trying to find the right words.

"You wanna fucking hurt me!?" "No no no-" Nate mumbled, still eyeing the knife. "You have no fucking idea." She said, slicing her wrist after. Brooke gasped like everyone else and looked at Sienna, who was just shaking her head, at a loss for words.

"I'm fucking invincible!" Jules said, with her hand raised up, walking over to Nate and putting her blood on his shoulder. She backed up from Nate, putting her arm down and shouted, "By the way, I'm Jules. I just moved here!" She said, smiling and walking out the kitchen,

The music started back up and everyone continued dancing. Brooke nodded slowly, finding the new girl cool but somewhat weird. She then  turned to Sienna, who was already looking at her. "Okay then.." Sienna mumbled over the music. "The fuck just happened" Sienna shrugged in confusion

WC: 1946

I haven't posted on here in so long but I hope u enjoyed LMAO

[cheezbites]

Hi Sweetest🌻

Could I get anything you're comfortable writing at the moment with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader?? It can be a HC/Drabble/Fic, (N)SFW are both too cool.

There's just such less content for him, I'll be happy with anything you're willing to share.

Headcanons of Dating Alejandro

✎: thank u for requesting bb!!💕💕 imma drop something with val soonnn

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Alejandro Vargas.

Bf!Alejandro loves going on date nights with you at fancy restaurants. Everything is on him - don’t even think about bringing your wallet. You’re his princess so just let him take care of you! He’s always so loving and affectionate with you after the dates. It’s just you guys, your fancy wine glasses and some delicate music faintly humming in the background. The music slowly drifts you to sleep as you fell asleep in his arms.

Bf!Alejandro is a high maintenance guy - probably more high maintenance than you. How do you think this man stays so gorgeous all the time? You guys have a fun time bonding over this. You’d do your skincare with or for each other every other night. He knows all the right acids and chemicals to apply and all these these vitamins and whatnot. He’s a professional when it comes to staying gorgeous and maintaining healthy skin.

Bf!Alejandro gives you an unlimited amount of pet names in Spanish, like ‘amor’, ‘mi vida’ or ‘querida’, among many others. They never fail to give you the same butterflies in your stomach with the way they just easily roll off his tongue.

Bf!Alejandro is old-fashioned and modern all at the same time. He’d say, “Ladies first” to have manners and possibly to stare at your ass as you walk in front of him and so maybe he can playfully slap/grab it. He holds your purse for you to slip something inside for you to find later, like his ring or some silver jewellery. He finds himself smiling when he sees you wearing whatever he left inside your purse.

Bf!Alejandro is the magician of the relationship; say anything and he’d make it come true to see a smile on your face. If you were to talk about a country or someplace that’s on your bucket list he’d have a first class seat booked for you both in no time.

-

“You know you didn’t have to do this,” you said, reminding him for what feels like the millionth time. You sat on your lavish plane seat that was allocated next to Alejandro’s, you found yourself sinking into the seat’s soft fabric. You never wanted to part from it although you only just sat down.

“You know I had to,” he replied, knowingly grinning at you before opening his fruit container he previously got from a flight attendant and popping one in his mouth.

Bf!Alejandro wore the tacky bracelet you gave him like his life depended on it. You only made it when you were bored, so you had no idea it would be this big of a deal to him. You made it his favourite colour, and added some charms, not thinking much about it. You were expecting it to be gone in the next week - day, even. But a whole month or two later and it’s still superglued to his wrist. It was extremely contrary and out of place to the luxurious gold and silver bracelets adorned on his wrist - but he still never forgets to wear it everyday.

Bf!Alejandro cares for you - a lot. He would go great lengths to take care of you even though you couldn’t even be bothered to do these things for yourself.

On a random weekday, you felt extremely fatigued and down in the dumps, refusing to move a muscle. You didn’t wake up not even to eat - even getting a quick snack seemed too exhausting for you. You don’t know what it was, but Alejandro miraculously fixed it.

You groggily stumbled over to the sudden knock on your door, sleeplessly rubbing your eyes. Your your fuzzy robe and slippers were still on as you answered. You were met with the sight of Alejandro holding a bag of your favourite, expensive and delicious takeout and a genuine smile on his face.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I bought it for you anyways.”

You couldn’t help but beam a smile and chuckle,

“Where would I be without you?”

Bf!Alejandro gives a good message. After having long, stressful work days you’d have your shower before he gets to work. He effortlessly eases all the tense, sore and tender spots; unknotting them m like they were some flimsy ribbon. His hands were so warm and skilled, and you were in heaven receiving the most relaxing massage yet.

Bf!Alejandro goes out of his way to buy every single thing you have on your oddly specific and intricate shopping list. If he were to send you a ‘I’m shopping, do you want anything?’ you’d triple or quadruple text him everything you want, where their aisle is and the brands that made them. He’d go on a superficial adventure around the grocery store to look for and buy them for you.

Bf!Alejandro gets you the cutest, vibrant and most beautiful bouquets. Upon receiving them, your mouth hangs agape and swiftly transitions into a smile - you excitedly squeak instinctively each and every time. The next bouquet you receive never fails to be more impressive than the last one. You take care of these botanicals like they’re your children. Gardening every now and then was therapeutic for you anyways. You subconsciously admire the petal’s intricate details each time you watered them. There’s usually no occasion when he gives you flowers, he just feels like showing you with gifts and love.

Bf!Alejandro never fails to stress how much he loves you; how he would kill and die for you. His pupils noticeably dilate whenever he makes eye contact, and an uncontainable smile forms across his face when something reminds him of you in the slightest.

Bf!Alejandro’s face would be stained and speckled with distinguishable lip prints whenever you wore his favourite shade of your lipstick. He’s drawn to the feeling of your lips softly planting on his cheek; you never stop at just one kiss. It’s like you have to cover his entire face like a blank canvas that’s longing to be worked on with your lips as you tease him amidst kisses.

Bf!Alejandro says sweet nothings to you in Spanish that always seamlessly make your heart flutter.

You don’t understand a word he’s saying, well - maybe a word or two, but what you certainly do understand is his tone - that low, raspy voice with that teasing grin playing at his lips. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t know how it makes you feel-

Bf!Alejandro loves you - but he can be a bit passive aggressively in expression his love passive at times. It’s just what he’s used to, and you’ve grown used to it, too. You can’t deny that you adore his assertiveness in everything and anything he does even when it comes to loving you.

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[always-andromeda]

Hey there sweets congratulations on 500 I’m so happy for u bbs!!! You 👏deserve 👏more👏 this is literally what I think about ur writing ✨

Also if u don’t mind me requesting “La Belle Fluer Sauvage” for Edward I was hoping if Eddie could be a sub ( I’m in need of more subby bottom Eddie) make him ✨extra pathetic✨ pls

( this request might of been influenced from that scene of sweat saying mommy)

Author’s Note | thank you thank you thank you oh my gosh, I will have you know, anon, that almost every time I have been feeling off about my writing these past few months, I have thought about this message and it makes me feel so much more confident. I hope that this is just the kind of pitiful behavior that you were looking for from our boy. <3

Warnings | smut (MDNI), gratuitous handjob lmao, uses of "good boy", "sweet boy", and "baby boy", lol, this man is so pathetic here, that's all I can think of!!

Edward trembles. But it's not quite fear that meets with the deep green of his eyes. It's more of a hesitance that leaves his mouth ajar. A soft breath marks the careful contemplation that runs through his brain.

You straddle his thighs, waiting for his response. And he's still surprised that you even asked the question in the first place.

Do you want me to touch you?

If he were to answer on his impulse, he would say no. He would probably collapse. The anxiety would bubble and brew until he wouldn't be able to give you any of what you want from him. But he bides his time while the nerves simmer down and hopes that you don't change your mind. In the time that it takes for him to talk himself down, he feels the blood rush straight to his cock.

It's so quick that he's sure he'll pass out. Edward nods languidly.

Upon noticing the burgeoning bulge in his pants, you laugh breathily and tease, "I need to hear you say it. C'mon, Eddie, I know you can do it, baby boy."

And that has him on the ropes. Has him catching his breath and sputtering, "Please, just touch me, please–"

"There you go!" you praise brightly. "What a good boy."

Though he hasn't uttered a single word in response, you whisper deviously, "I bet you have the prettiest cock in the whole world." And the certainty of the statement makes him melt once he realizes that you've probably thought about him like this before.

Edward wants to be ashamed at how his hips begin to squirm. The weight of his layers of clothing are too much. And before he knows it, you cut the cord, freeing him with a simple unbuttoning and unzipping of his pants. He's so hot that he half expects to hear a sizzle when you spit and let the saliva drip down on the length of him. Eddie is transfixed entirely on the delicate tendril as it drips down his taut flesh and disappears somewhere between his thick thighs. He sighs with relief when you finally get your hand on him. Your thumb brushes over the slit of his head and thus begins his slow ascent.

"I think I was right," you say.

Eddie manages to choke out, "Huh?"

"Your dick. It's one of the prettiest things I've ever seen."

Edward had never considered himself the most advantaged person. Not physically, at least. His pride and joy, first and foremost, was his mind. It's not like he was completely ignorant of what he held between his legs. He'd just never been the type to brag about it...or even know how to deal with it. That was proving to be a bit of it's own advantage, he thinks.

Because every bit of pressure that you apply hits him way more than it realistically should. Your hand is different; different than how his own would be. You're slow with your strokes, intentional with how you feed him bits and pieces of pleasure at a time. But he gets impatient, bucking his hips into your fist.

You swat his thigh and click your tongue. "Ah, ah, Eddie. I need you to behave, sweet boy."

"But I want–"

"I know what you want," you interrupt him. "But I'm going to give you what you need, okay? And if I'm going to do that, you need to sit still."

He nods then, a small, "Mhmm..." reverberating off the back of his throat.

Edward never would've shown himself this kind of mercy. He could never manage to be so slow and so intentional with his strokes; lest he think too deeply about the action he was performing and shy away from it.

The thought of a gentle touch and a loving gaze would soon be replaced by one of shameful stares and shared rooms with no privacy. He'd give himself quick, searing tugs that made tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He'd clench them closed tightly and rush through the affair before spilling unceremoniously into his hand. It would all be over before the jolt of pleasure had a chance to sink into his bones.

This is nothing like that sad ritual. The gratuitous attention and care you put into winding the arousal up deep into his belly encourages him to let out low, almost guttural groans that make you smile.

"There you go, Eddie." your voice is like honey mucking up all of his senses, grinding the gears in his brain to a screeching halt and making him dumb. Who'd ever heard of Edward Nashton being dumb? No one. The man who prides himself most on his intellect can't even find a shred of it to bring him back to some semblance of sanity. Maybe he's destined to always savor this; doomed to fail every time he may try to replicate this delicious drag of skin on skin.

He lurches and his belly trembles with ragged breaths as he feels the impending wave getting ready to crash over him.

"Please–" he sputters.

"What are you trying to ask for, hm? Be specific."

"I want–" God, he hates the way his voice sounds. He hates the whiny and distant haze that clings to his vocal chords. And more than that, he hates the tears that begin to fall from the corners of his eyes. But his opinion on them quickly changes when you press your lips against his soft cheek and kiss away the salty stream.

"I know what you need now. Come on, Eddie, be a good boy and ask me, will you? I just need you to use some manners."

Manners. Easy.

His tone is less polite and more pitiful as he manages to get out his request, "Please, will you let me cum?" For good measure, he adds a string of weak pleases to the end.

Eddie catches you smile adoringly, feels your wet lips against his cheek again as you praise, "Good boy, go ahead. I want it all over my hand."

Before you can fully finish the sentence, you feel the warmth dripping down your hand as his seed spontaneously spurts from him. He spasms through the release, letting every little wave of pleasure hit him so hard that he's not sure if he'll ever fully recover.

But you coax him through the aftershocks, you lay his head on your chest and hold him there. He hears your heartbeat pounding rapidly and smiles, taking it as a compliment that he made your heart race even a fraction of the way you made his go completely wild. As the sound slowly fades, he hears another one: the faint sound of sucking as you stick each of your fingers in your mouth and taste him. Then a low, delighted hum of approval. Your other hand goes towards his head, he feels your fingers weave through his hair and caress his scalp.

You finish sucking on your last finger and you pull it from your mouth with a light smack.

"Was that alright, Eds?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty tainting your tone.

Edward nods lazily, too exhausted to form a cohesive thought that could even begin to describe the cloud he's sunken into. 

There's a trace of your saliva that transfers to his exposed skin as you run your hand along his side. Though the man normally towers over you, a part of him feels truly held like this with your fingernails just barely ghosting over his skin. Combined with the mind-numbing climax from a few minutes prior, his eyelids start to droop.The sound of your voice, whispering his name and the words my good boy over and over again serve as his lullaby, sending him off to dreamland as his eyes close.

[celestie0]

i’m kind of obsessed with kickoff reader. i wanna know more about her. aside from films, what are her hobbies? does she bake? does she like to cook? what inspired her to pursue film? did she used to make silly little films when she was younger? (and if yes, is it uploaded to an obscure corner of youtube where only Gojo can find one fateful night and never stopped making fun of her for it?)

- maybe i am kickoff Gojo

omg 👁️ kickoff gojo what r u doin here…u r not alowed out of ur cage go back to google docs

thanks for being interested in readerrr :””) oof aside from films n the photog i think she is DEF a HUGE baker n tbh i can see her having a side hustle of being like a food content creator or something where she makes aesthetic baking vids bc she’s got that film background 😭 maybe she has a secret instagram accnt that’s actually very popular 👀…..but she’s too shy to share 🤣

i think she knows how to cook 🤔 she’s not like pro level chef or anything, but she isn’t surviving off instant ramen either haha. most days of the week she just pulls stuff together w whatever her n mina have in the fridge but then every other friday she’ll go all out n make pasta from scratch or sear some lobster or sumn hahah. she is perfectly mediocre at cooking. and although she is known to be a bit more tomboyish w her style, she loves to wear a cute apron every now n then (｡･ω･｡)

omg inspiration for film is a greaaatttt question!!! i kinda want to explore that in main storyline now!!! i think when she was younger, she was a bit more of a quiet kid and was always the english teachers’ fave student bc she was really emotionally intelligent n had great vocabulary and in general a great eye for art n literature, so that academic praise kinda got her into writing stories n watching films, she studied a lot of old hollywood classics n from there she became really interested in film as a whole. i think it became a form of expression for her, since she had kind of a whacky childhood (will uncover more of this in later chaps) i like to think before she applied to college, she wanted to be an english major n become an english teacher but she knew deep down that film was what she really wanted to do and even though her family was reluctant, she went ahead n applied as a film major anyway (btw utokyo is hard to get into for film bc they only have a few spots for their program which is one of the best in the nation so i think she did well for herself :) it’s also why she wants to get into utokyo’s film masters specifically!!)

PLS THE OLD SILLY FILMS IS 100% ACCURATE i mean she has her short films on youtube now n they’ve done decent w views but yea i can see her having older videos that are parodies or i imagine she made a horror film when she was in middle school n looking back on it now it’s so corny n not scary at all 💀🤣 gojo would 100% tease tf outta her for that HAHAHAHA

DAMN I WROTE AN ESSAY IM SORRY i just don’t get many questions ab reader so i indulged a little bit haha tysm bb for the ask!!! (🤨 unless u rly are kickoff gojo, then in that case GET BACK TO CH10 I NEEDTO FINISH EDITING YOU)

[neiptune]

congratulations on your one year bb!!! excited to watch you keep growing.

for your event, if you aren't too overwhelmed with requests, i'd love to see love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right with one barou shouei to give you some good bllk practice. okay love u !!!! thank u!!!! also the red theme of this event is giving me life as a red girlie through and through!!!

barou shouei x love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

Honestly, you’re not annoyed by Isagi’s sudden intrusion: Shouei doesn’t really have many friends he invites over or hangs out with so, even if you definitely had other plans for the afternoon, you’re kinda happy you’ll get to peer into his closed off social world a little.

Shouei, on the other hand, isn’t really making an effort to hide just how irked he is. Which means the hosting part in a house that’s not even yours, soon becomes your responsibility.

Isagi is all friendly smiles and genuine appreciation as you brew some green tea and lay different snacks on the coffee table, careful to only bring the ones Shouei’s sisters don’t deem as their favorites. Come to think of it, it’s kinda funny, the amount of details you have memorized by now. But then again, it’s probably what being in love feels like for normal people in normal situations.

“Ah, thank you! M’sorry for showing up unannounced, you guys were probably busy but Barou wasn’t picking up my calls and I was just nearby and I really wanted to discuss this strategy I came up with last night—”

“Isagi, it’s fine! It’s not like we had anything special planned” you ignore Shouei’s grunt “besides, I’m really glad I can finally meet you. The man who changed Japan’s football”

The man sitting next to you on the couch tenses up right away, his thigh flush against yours feeling like concrete. What you’re willingly disregarding Isagi chooses to acknowledge instead, stiff smile splitting his face as his eyes dart to Barou.

“Uhm, yeah, thanks” he clears his throat, cheeks already tinted with a pink so pretty “it’s nice meeting you, too. I didn’t know Barou had a girlfriend”

“Oh, I’m not his—”

A big hand, far too warm and rough, closes around your knee and you know that’s your cue to shut up.

“Tell me about the fucking strategy” he growls and you wish you were sitting on his lap, back pressed to his chest hard enough to feel the rumble of his voice. Your legs instinctively clench ever so slightly but you’re certain he notices, because his grip grows tighter.

So you just sit there, listening to Isagi’s new interpretation of the verrou system, one his team seems to have already tested out back in their blue lock days. It’s surprising, really, how compelling he can make it all sound: you’re genuinely invested in the way his mind works, the general idea he’s explaining consisting in players switching not only positions but also roles, depending on the game’s pattern. You know Shouei is still annoyed but, as you glance at his hardened profile, you can’t hold back the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. He’s listening attentively and sharing his unfiltered opinions, soon enough engaging in a full on debate on what kind of players they’d need for a team to successfully apply Isagi’s tactic, all while his other hand casually reaches for the bowl of corn nuts but only after slightly pushing the still untouched cup of tea towards his nemesis, it’s gonna get cold grumbled under his breath.

You pretend not to notice how he glances at you, too. Just to check if you’re drinking your tea as well, just to make sure you’re not too bored while they keep rambling athletic nonsense.

“Pair this shit with total football” Isagi’s face lights up at Shouei’s suggestion.

“With the 4-3-3 sequence? That’s it, Barou! I was missing offensiveness in my scheme!”

“Damn right, you were. Sucker”

You hold back your chuckle and bask in the comfort of something you almost never get to experience: being there, just being there as the man you’re desperately smitten for has a casual discussion over the one thing he loves more than his sisters. It’s nice, feeling like there’s a little corner of everyday life for you to squeeze in for once. It could so easily become routine, it could so easily feel right. It already does.

Isagi leaves shortly after and you say goodbye with a smile and a gentle wave of the hand he reciprocates, enthusiastic promises of updating Shouei on the results of the scheme they have developed swallowed by the door slammed in his face.

You’re leaning forward as he returns to the living room, keeping yourself busy by tidying up the coffee table, two empty cups and a chocolate bar wrapper in your hands as rough fingers grip your hips to abruptly pull you back.

You let out a yelp he almost finds endearing as your butt lands on the firmness of his thigh, arms caging you against his body as treacherously soft lips press to your shoulder blade.

“Shouei, I’m gonna drop these!” you try to wiggle your wait out of his embrace but he tightens his grip, warm breath fanning over your neck.

“What was that little stunt you pulled?” his voice is so deep it sends a shudder down your spine. But you’re not gonna let him win this, not today.

You inch forward enough to place cups and wrapper back on the coffee table and then manage to turn sideways, so close your nose almost brushes against his.

“The man who changed Japan’s football. You wanna fuck him or somethin’?”

“Don’t know” you bite back “maybe, if I did enough times, he’d call me his girlfriend”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“S’that what you want, pretty?” one of his hands rises from your hip to your neck, thumb pressing to the column of your throat “thought we’d started this as a game”

“Well, you know what else can be a game? Love. Love is a ruthless game” you drop your had to escape his crimson gaze but he’s quick to tilt it back up by gently grabbing your chin.

“Unless you play it good and right. Pretty girl” he coos with a smirk “you already know how good of a player I am”

[cyanide-latte]

Omg those character friendship asks...i need to know every one about everyone...I'm going to be greedy sorry not sorry...

🫂 PDA, 💢Combat ❤️‍🩹Healing and 🌂Rain for Talesin and the twins and/or Asmina

🎁Gifts and 🐣 Upbringing for Ren and Idia or Chrys and Idia

🎤 Karaoke for all the sexy shroud men, Ilias, Chrys and Kit boom badda boom boom boom HAH

;A; AAAAHHHHHHH DON'T APOLOGIZE, I DIDN'T THINK I WAS GOING TO GET ANY ASKS FOR THIS ONE AT ALL, IMMA CRY, BLESS U BBS

The prompt list in question if anyone wants it

Throwing this under a cut bc it's gonna be lengthy...

KICKING OFF WITH THE NEXTGEN: TALESIN WITH ASMINA AND THE KINGSCHOLAR TWINS

Q: 🫂 PDA — what are their opinions on public displays of affection? are they comfortable with touch, or is that a big 'no' in their friendship?

A: Talesin doesn't have the first qualm about physical shows of affection. Hugs, leaning on a friend, looping his arm with a friend so they're linked at the elbows, spontaneously dancing with a friend... whatever the case may be, he's very open with his affection and doesn't think twice about it! With the twins, that doesn't strike me as something they would want to keep private; they're so confident I can't see them being bothered by Talesin showing his affection like this. I imagine with Asmina, it's probably something she doesn't want seen as publicly, and if she tells Talesin such, then he'll refrain (as best as he can, at least,) in order to respect her boundaries.

Q: 💢Combat — for fighters, how do they work off each other to defeat a greater foe? would they have a "team attack" or tactics for attacking an enemy, or in a more realistic scenario, who would be most likely to pick a fight for the other's honor? for pacifists, is there anything that can push them to resorting to violence?

A: Talesin's never had much practical combat experience, though he's definitely willing to talk about figuring out team attacks with the twins? He can do some strategizing, thanks to instruction from his Dad (Copper) and from Uncle Jamil, though he's likely not as good as Tòn or Asmina. (Side thought, I'm curious to know if you think Talesin and Asmina would develop Duo Magic at some point! 👀) Typically speaking, Talesin is a pacifist at heart. His Baba (Kalim) insisted on raising him to try for peace first. But of course, if the lives of loved ones are truly threatened, Talesin does have those monstrous abilities he's only just now learning about...

Q: ❤️‍🩹Healing — when one of them is hurt or suffering, what little things does the other do to help them heal (physically, emotionally, etc)?

A: This one is interesting, because in addition to never really getting sick as a result of how unusual he is, Talesin likely has an accelerated state of healing. So when he's injured, it heals too fast. When he was little, I expect the twins might have noticed but perhaps not remarked on it much? Whereas Asmina would have fussed, and Talesin likely thought she could heal any hurt he ever had, never realizing his body isn't normal. By contrast, I can see him constantly fretting if any of them got hurt. Talesin's the first to rush for help, and since he has to learn a few things about first aid anyway (both as a big brother when Dad and Baba adopt other kids, and in general if he's going to learn to sail with Dad,) he starts applying that when he can. Asmina is better at it than him, make no mistake, but at least he can check in on her and make sure she's resting, hydrating, getting what she needs. With the twins, he's in overdrive. Them getting injured distresses him, and the best thing he can do is focus on treating what he can, and staying with them and supporting them if he can't help their injuries otherwise.

Q: 🌂Rain — how do they usually spend a boring or rainy day together?

A: When he's little and it's a boring rainy day, Talesin wants to go exploring indoors. Asmina probably keeps him to the wings they're allowed to go in as best she can, but I don't doubt he gives her the slip if he finds an opening, to try to play hide and seek and get her to have more fun. This is amplified a thousandfold when the twins visit. Forbidden exploration is so much more fun when two of your friends are encouraging it! As he starts hitting his teen years though, he is also inclined to curl up, tell stories, talk about his hopes and dreams for the future, and nap in a cuddle puddle with them.

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BACK TO EXPLORE BOTH REN'S AND CHRYS'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH IDIA

Q: 🎁Gifts — what would they get each other as a gift?

A: Ren would get Idia something practical, something to help accommodate him as much as possible, be it new noise-canceling headphones, a weighted blanket, blue light filters, comfy loungewear that doesn't have offensive textures, or safe foods he knows Idia will eat. By contrast, I can see Idia trying to get Ren either media he thinks Ren will like, or trying to gift him copies of games Idia loves in hopes maybe Ren will start playing with him. As for Chrys, Idia is never sure what to get his older cousin whereas Chrys is well aware of the things Idia is into and won't hesitate to get him plushies, manga, Premo merch, etc.

Q: 🐣 Upbringing— how do their childhoods compare, and what do they think of the families that raised them? have they always been together? do they share any common footing when it comes to how they grew up?

A: Ren and Idia met through school, and their childhoods couldn't be more different. Perhaps the only common footing they have in how they've grown up is that they've each endured the loss of an important family member at a young age and they were both tech prodigies at a young age as well (though Idia was still leaps and bounds ahead of Ren.) On the other side of the coin, Chrys's father and Idia's are brothers, and the two have grown up with their families being extremely close to the point Chrysanthos often feels more like an older brother than a cousin to Idia and Ortho. Despite having a lot of common ground however, they've clearly both grown up quite different. They're a study in contrasts to one another.

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YOUR LOVE FOR MY SHROUD MEN FUELS ME MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE WATERED BOOM BADA BOOM BOOM BOOM HA

Q: 🎤 Karaoke — what's their go-to karaoke songs, for when they're taking turns singing and what duet do they choose when they're singing together?

A: For Ilias it's Southern Girl by Incubus, for Chrys it's Holding Out For A Hero by Adam Lambert, and dear sweet Kit, despite his extreme shyness about his choices, gravitates either towards I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany or The Moment You're Mine by Cadenti. If the three of them are going to sing together (woof, three generational harmony,) it would be down between For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert, Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by Sleeping At Last, or In Joy And Sorrow by H.I.M., just depending on the mood and vibes at the time.

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Thank you, I cried with joy seeing this in my askbox!

[vendettavalor]

⚔️ Fighting Style ⚔️

Bold applies to muse, Italics somewhat applies.

Piper Bagley

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat/ beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly

Tagged by: @ruinouss (thank u bb!)

Tagging: @tacticalvalor (Thor) @rathalascendant @fledermuse (Jane) @ncrmxndy (Varyk) @valorums and YOU!

[forlix]

hi i would like to be added to your taglist pls! :))

done <3 thanks love!

edit: actually i can't @ you bb, can you look through this link and see if any apply to u? and feel free to msg me whenever u want me to try again!!

[salvatoraes-moved]

THE  ART  OF  BODY  LANGUAGE !!

BOLD:   always  /  usually  applies.  ITALIC:   only  applies  situationally  /  sometimes. 

REPOST, don't REBLOG !!

DEFENSIVENESS:   arms  crossed  on  chest.    crossing  legs.    fist - like  gestures.    pointing  index  finger.    karate  chops.   stiffening  of  shoulders.   tense  posture.   curling  of  lip.   baring  of  teeth.

REFLECTIVE:    hand  to  face  gestures.    head  tilted.    stroking  chin.    peering  over  glasses.    taking  glasses  off  /  cleaning.   putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in  mouth.    pipe  smoker  gestures.    putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose.   pursed  lips.   knitted  brows.

SUSPICION:    arms  crossed.    sideways  glance.    touching  or  rubbing  nose.   rubbing  eyes.    hands  resting  on  weapon. brows  rising. lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line.    strict,  unwavering  eye  contact.   wrinkling of  nose.

OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION:   open  hands.    upper  body  in  sprinters  position.    sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair.    hand - to - face  gestures.    unbuttoned  coat.   tilted  head.    slacked  shoulders.    droopy  posture.    feet  pointed  outward.    palms  flat  and  facing  outward.

CONFIDENCE:   hands  behind  back.   hands  on  lapels  of  coat.    steepled  hands.   baring  teeth  in  a  grin.    rolling  shoulders.    tipping  head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact.    chest  puffed  up.   shoulders  back.   arms  folded  just  above  navel.

INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY:   chewing  pen  or  pencil. rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb.   biting  fingernails.    hands  in  pockets.  elbow  bent.    closed  gestures.   clearing  throat.    “  whew  ”  sound.    picking  or  pinching  flesh. fidgeting  in  chair.    hand  covering  mouth  whilst  speaking.    poor  eye  contact.   tugging  at  pants  while  seated.    jingling  money  in  pockets.    tugging  at  ear.    perspiring  hands.    playing  with  hair.    swaying.    playing  with  pointer.    smacking  lips.    sighing.    rocking  on  balls  of  feet.   flexing  fingers  sporadically.

FRUSTRATION:   short  breaths.    “  tsk  ”  sounds.   tightly  clenched  hands.    fist - like  gestures.    pointing  index  finger.   running  hands  through  hair.  rubbing  back  of  neck.    snarling.    revealing  teeth.  grimacing. sharp - eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows.    shoulders  back,  head  up.   defensive  posturing.   clenching  of  jaw.    grinding  of  teeth.   nostrils  flaring.    heavy  exhales.

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[leclerced]

AHH CAIT

i just found out that i got into the other college i applied to! thank you god because that was going to be a mess that i didn’t want to deal with if i didn’t get in

-🦎

AHHH CONGRATS!!! SO HAPPY FOR U BB

[gulava]

Seeing Through Blue Eyes with Lux(u)

After considering how the Master of Masters is capable of seeing through eyes attached to Keyblades and people, there were some details in KHUX and Back Cover that made me come to realize it's highly plausible Luxu is similar. And, at first, I thought he had the same eye color perhaps but now...I think his eyes are blue.

First, let me explain why I think Luxu has special eyes (*snorts*).

A lot of dialogue discussing Darkness and MOM's power involves very simple but specific vocabulary involving sight, eyes, and watching. Darkness watches through yellow eyes (cannot watch if the being isn't ruled by darkness) and MOM watches through cyan eyes (cannot watch if the being is ruled by neither light nor darkness). It would be incredibly easy to add blue eyes to the mix (cannot watch if the being isn’t ruled by light). It'd give a proper balance to this piece of lore in the series as well.

MOM tasks Luxu with the role of "watching" and it's not just with the Keyblade. It's with his own eyes.

But here...he's clearly NOT looking at anyone directly. Or...is he?

And how we can prove that this is the case is by thinking about who exactly Luxu is watching. The Dandelions. Hm. Interesting.

How convenient it is for me...that most of them have blue eyes.

You know who else has blue eyes because he WASN'T supposed to be a Union Leader? Ventus. Ventus has blue eyes. Luxu SEES Darkness target Strelitzia and comes to the conclusion that she must be important enough for Darkness to specifically target her.

THIS is why he puts her (or who he thinks is her) in a pod to go into the future as the "True Dandelion".

Now, to apply this to my other theory, you may be able tell what time period Luxu is present in if there's a lot of Keyblade wielders with blue eyes.

He's not present in Dark Road. He can't be Bragi.

It's possible he's present in Missing Link, however. We have yet to see the faces of many other wielders but Remus and Player (base design like in KHUX) already both have blue eyes.

And he's DEFINITELY present right now in the series.

Don't know who he is now for certain but I guess we'll "see".

Let's just keep a lookout for characters with blue eyes like Luxord.

Bonus:

It was never explained why Terra's eyes turned brown at the end of BBS but thanks to this whole theory I've concocted, we finally have the reason behind it. Luxu couldn't watch him anymore after Xehanort inhabits his body thus...Terra's true eye color is brown.

[incarnateirony]

Goddamnit I think my true magical name has evolved to Chief now with everything going on. Thanks, I hate it Shea, but keep clinging to your octopus jibberish while the god of the Chiefs fucking fillets your brain onion.

POKEMON WEILDER MASTER CHIEF CHALLENGES U TO A BATTLE, WHICH GODS DO I SEND OUT TODAY ON THIS SCHIZOPHRENIC STALKER? LOOK AT ALL THE JUNPEIHERMES TARTARUS MPREG BABIES, WE SET UP A DAYCARE FOR OUR TREND CHILDREN ON THE CARNIVAL CRUISE. WOULD U LIKE TO HEAR A LIST OF UPCOMING MOVIES?????????????

Wait until she realizes the bitch jacking Alexa is actually a war based persona. It's a fractal Santhis perception, bb. You wouldn't understand why, but that's ok, he's still rent free in your head anyway and now rent free outside of it thanks to the Black Hole We Went Through Together.

Introducing Pain o/~ Macabre Serenade o/~

Many are his Blades o/~ The Walking Warring Plague o/~

Hatred feeds the Pain o/~ Now Everything is Game o/~

All odds are the same o/~ the bottom of the chain o/~

No one stands a chance o/~ Against the Serpent's Stance o/~

Now EVERYTHING must fall. Mortals, gods and all.

No, no, keep pretending to be unbothered while I project your own art designs through days on end to the point people are literally laughing in the internet backrooms you're accidentally channeling thinking it's divinity. That's cool. You're still dying. Whether your animated vessel drops dead or the few sparks of soul hiding in there you refuse to develop are simply erased and replaced with a better transmogrified form, the reaper is calling, and he's posting signs warning you about matching energies with the larger and more learned soul you bound to, and the millions cumming up your ass. Your answer, natively and naturally to your essence, is to not actually read the sign, and instead attempt to profit from it.

All you're doing is sitting on your blog, on one hand reblogging my own messaging while not actually reading it, and on the other you keep throwing away everything you believe, whether via your non-argumentative reblogs preaching my gospel or pretending basic magical theory from your own universe just suddenly can't apply to you. It is exposing over and over your fraudulence whlie you pretend you can /ignore your way through it, and you keep leaving your controller idle, and we keep jacking you, and you keep refusing to see it.

This is that attention you ordered.

You can't fucking wait this one out Shea, how many times have I told you? I told you when this began you finally set off an avalanche you do not understand that will ride you until you are dead or otherwise nonexistent, or you repent. It's truly that simple. This is all a trap of your own making, layered through the years, both by yourself and myself in preparation, and even him. Because he can see a million lifetimes and you're apparently fucking inconsolable about processing our divorce in every single one, so even he has the right to give up on you when you're being like this. You cannot harass men, man or god, into your life to wash your feet for you when you've been kicking them with it.

[sheynheart]

Hahaha hi tumblr!!!!

Last July, naa koy nakatalk nga girl thru omegle we moved sa tg, since di sya comfy sa ig. For a that week sa july, i was so stressed kay removal exam nako sa calc I, and i was kinda relieved nga naka storya nako sya. She made me feel full of love, made me feel the kilig again. Pero the thing is kabalo jud ko nga kayat ray habol nya HAHAHAHHA, I'm not actually scared sa mga inv ana unless anhion an jud kos dorm, kay murag diha malalaman na gajud.

Anyways, mao to amo chaats kay on and off, depende sa iya mood. I always, ALWAYS ALWAYS wait for her chats, i knew she wasn't that interested to me so ako sya gi ing nan nga i block ko if di sya gaanahan nako para atleast kabalo ko nga di jud sya interesado, but then she told me nga she was actually interested and was busy with applying for jobs, and i was kinda skeptical pero duh of course aako marupok mo tuo jud ko, and unsa man sab karapatan nako nga I'm just someone who she met thru omegle, nothing more nothing less.

Naga padayun mi ng chat until ni ana sya nga mag call daw mi july 27, kay naay appointment iya mama sa clinic and home alone so excited kaayo ang bayot kay maka dungog nas tingog and shit. Grabe nag prepare jud ko ato, wala kaayo ko ga tingog para nice ako voice, ga drink ko nv maraminv water, and even made an alarm HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA then there she go again, ghosted me. I kept chatting and deleting my chats in the tg and even the alter twitter namo. Lol. Never in my entire life i would be fucking crying for a girl, no name given, no picture given and even the voice i don't even knoow. To be honest she was a stranger, we just chatted and guess what i was fucking attached to her and came out as a bisexual becaus eof her HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA. WOW HOW YOH MADE ME

So mao to, i kept myself busy during august kay mag shift ng course, wala sya nag chat. Then the day before entrada she chatted me na she got the job and wanted to actually meet me. Hahaha i got nervous kay of course "mao na ni ma laid na before class" I was about to ride a multicab, thank God my friends stopped me kay mag eat daw mi, she actually cancelled the date hahaha. So again i kept myself busy kay hapit na entrada, we have to prepare for the booths, the balloons and shits. After entrada the school wasn't really immediately started, since na extend man ang enrollment so lanay sa dorm. Gahulat japun ko niya.

Until gahapon, she chatted me that she quit her job kay it was suffocatinv daw, i comforred her since mao man jud ako trabaho basta mag chat sya Hahahaha, then of course gi ghost nasab ko niya :(((

.

How sad my life is, begging for attention from someone online, very weird you may say. I guess I am. According pa kay am, i am recieveinv somethinh below the fucking bare minimum the lowest of the chain, lowest pla jud sa dark web. Kase kahit wala naman talaga, i kept on hoping may spark sa atin.

Hey pretty bb, i hope u well, and i hope imo nako i block kase sakit na kaayo mo asa hahahaha kahit di mo naman ako pinapaasa.

So, mao ra to, I'll be back soon if siyaa pa ba or naa nay bag o hehrhehe kapoyay man diay ma in love

#crying bb