#wtf am I doing

[mintfullyyours]

creepy older stepbro simon who lurks outside your bedroom door, peaking through the slit of a cracked door, as he watches your mundane routine. You sense him before you see him. A line, a tether that pulls so slightly when he's around. Yet, he never emerges from the darkness of the hallway.

creepy older stepbro simon who keeps a pair of your pretty lace panties stuffed in the back pocket of his jeans. It was your favorite too. You swear you're going insane with the way your intimate-wear keeps disappearing from the laundry

creepy older stepbro simon who overhears you crying in your bedroom bc your shitty boyfriend broke up with you and decides to do something about it.

As sleep lulls over your body, you feel the weight of a man sprawl atop of yours. A large hand over your lips as your pretty lace panties are shoved into your mouth. A gag. The smell of something metallic — blood — fills your nose. It’s too dark to see anything. But you know who it is, it’s that tether.

You feel yourself grow wet with want and Simon’s hard cock press into your body.

You whimper.

“Shh” he coos, “I’ll give you a different reason to cry, love.”

The next day, you visit your local coffee shop with hickies blossoming all over your neck & see your ex — with a black eye and a broken nose.

[imaboutakrillmyself]

[weepwoopwomp33]

Kissing 101

Summary: Gojo is shocked that you haven't had your first kiss yet, things happen, and oops (kiss)!

wc: 1528

a/n: hiiii so this is my first fic, so please bear with mee. Hope you get a little kick out of it!!

Here goessss:

“Wait, really? Never?” It's the astonishment in his voice that makes you want to curl into a little ball. A little embarrassed, a little indignant. 

Arms cross tight against your chest, your head turns away from his inquisitive gaze. 

The giggles that escape him let you know the sight you’d see if you looked. Satoru Gojo, red-faced, snickering — and trying desperately not to completely lose it. 

“Yes. I’ve never had my first kiss.” It comes out a mumble. Short, sharp, disgruntled. 

His hands scrub at his eyes, shoving the frames up into his hair. Still laughing a little too much for your liking. He wants to laugh? Oh, you’ll make him laugh alright. 

Fingers poised for the attack, and eyes locked onto the target of his sides, you launch onto him. Cushions fly, the couch shifts with the weight of your ambush, and Satoru yelps. 

“Stop! Mercy!” he laughs, breathless. You relinquish, but only because the oven timer rings out. The muffins that you’d made earlier were done. Well, you just chopped up the chocolate, he was the one freaking out over each step. 

The position you’ve found yourselves in is comfortable. Your hands beside his torso, one knee on the plush sofa, your other leg on the floor. 

Satoru has quite the view himself. Shiny hair pulled down by gravity frames your face — a portrait, just for him. A wide smile stretched across your face, and a bright blush painting the apples of your cheeks. He forgets how to breathe. 

Tilting your head like a cat that has caught sight of a bird flying by, you stare for a beat too long. Track the rise and fall of his chest. His slightly parted lips. Widened eyes, breathless. 

He’s… kinda cute. 

Instantly you recoil like you’ve been struck. You did not want to think these thoughts about Satoru. You did not need to think these thoughts about Satoru. Normally, Satoru would tease in any situation like this. But he can’t find the words that have always come so easily to him. 

Satoru Gojo, speechless over a girl. 

No, not just some girl. His day one. His first crush, before he got infatuated with another girl in middle school. The girl who poured sand in the shoes of the kids who kicked his sandcastle over in the kindergarten sand pit. It only took one look at the tears pooling in his eyes for you to march on over, mission in mind. 

Yeah. He’s had his heart set on you since then. 

The muffins. “The oven!” you exclaim, pushing off him and dashing off. 

Satoru props himself up on his elbows as he watches you practically sprint down the hallway. Your figure disappears round the corner, and he gets up then. Follows you to the kitchen. 

“Not even Freckles?” he asks, wrinkling his nose, still confused. 

Gross. You shudder at the mention of your high school boyfriend, “We never even held hands.” Hot air fans out onto your face as you bring the muffins out and onto the cooling tray. 

“These actually look good,” you say, “Like Pinterest worthy.” 

He’s rounding the kitchen island, eyes glinting, “Don’t change the subject,” Satoru whines, “Don’t drop this juicy nugget and then not talk about it.” 

“And it’s not like I’m trying to insult you,” you continue rambling, “But actually I would’ve thought Suguru would be the baker between you two–”

“Nuh uh, I want to know more,” Satoru spins and grabs your shoulders, “Tell me more!” There really is no escaping Satoru when he gets like this. A dog with a bone. A kid with his favourite toy. 

Eyes rolling to the ceiling, you finally look at him. 

“There’s really nothing to know,” you sigh, and he starts laughing again. 

“How can there be nothing to know?” 

“If I tell you, will you promise to never bring it up again?” His eyes light up.

“Pinky promise,” he says, too fast and bright for you to trust it. 

“He did try to kiss me. After a tennis date,” eyes fixated on the steam rising off the muffins, “But I kind of…swerved him and put the racquet between our faces instead.”

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Satoru tries to just listen, but the image is testing his limits. 

“And I don’t know, maybe he got caught up in the momentum, but he like kissed the racquet instead,” now you’re giggling, gesturing with your hands. Before he knows it, Satoru is roaring with laughter too. Eyebrows creasing in amusement, bent over your shoulder and breath tickling your neck. 

“There’s no way you did that to the poor guy”, he’s wheezing now, “He was,” wheeze, “so”, another wheeze, “obsessed with you.”

“I know, I know” you sigh, “It just didn’t feel right.” Because it wasn’t him.  

“I bet he still thinks about you,” Satoru grins, “Lying in his bed, dying from embarrassment.” 

“I’m sure he’s fine,” you laugh, a little too quick.

“Still, I can’t believe it. You’re a heartbreaker.” Well, he believes the last part. Has lived it. Felt it cutting deep when you told him you were going to ask Freckles out. He thinks he’s playing it cool, but there’s a hardened edge in his words, and his smile becomes forced. 

“The heartbreaker wants to know if the muffins are ready,” you pout. You really didn’t want to talk about your ex-boyfriend, not with Satoru. 

Rolling his eyes, he grabs a hot muffin and breaks it in half, before gently blowing on it. “Now it’s ready.”

“Take a bite,” Satoru offers you a half, like he’s expecting you to take it. You don’t. Instead, you lean in, taking a bite — teeth just shy of his fingers. Satoru is taken aback, stilling completely. 

Soft, his thumb brushes the crumbs off your lower lip. Bright blue eyes are reverent on yours, sweeping across your face like he’s trying to capture this moment in his memory. 

You don’t know where to look, what he’s doing. Heart hammering in your chest, you just know that this feels good, it feels right. You have half the mind to stick the tip of your tongue out, to swipe at his gentle touch with a playful one. 

Fuck it. You look up at him, and swipe at his finger. Tilt your head sideways again. 

Satoru’s eyes widen, but his thumb doesn’t move. You feel his fingers stiffen at your waist, like he wants to pull you in a bit closer, but doesn’t know where the line lies between you anymore. But you? You’re moving closer on your own, chasing his gravitational pull. Maybe it’s something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. But you’re not thinking about that. 

Your mind is full with how the light makes his snowy eyelashes even more blinding. How it caresses the softness of his cheeks. Traces the sharpness of his jaw. In this light, he looks like he could be yours. 

“Do you want me to teach you?” Featherlight, like if he speaks louder the moment will disappear, “How to kiss, I mean.” He’s asking for selfish reasons. The end of his sentence falters, like he can’t believe he just put that out there. 

Every brush of your hair is lined with adoration. 

“Yes.” You don’t need to think about it. You answer selfishly too. 

Lips part, you don’t know who’s moving. All you can feel is the tilt of your chin, the tuck of your hair, his fingers on your cheek. 

Your heart is thundering now. It’s just Satoru, you try to remember. Suddenly, as he’s leaning in, your palms grow sweaty. Do you lean left, or right? Should you move your lips, or let him take the lead? Mentally grimacing, you hope you’re not looking too nervous. 

Eyes shut tightly, you pucker up. 

He laughs — that teasing, classically Satoru laugh. “Relax,” he says, voice warm, “Just let it happen.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you retort, “You literally just laughed in my face—”

Satoru rolls his eyes, “Mimimi easy for you to say, you literally just mimimi laughed in my face”, using his hand as a puppet to mock you. 

Mouth agape, you gasp “Hey! I’m being so vulnerable right now—”

“You looked like I was about to eat you—”

“It’s reasonable for me to be scared!”

“Kiss virgins like you shouldn’t be scared, you’re in the hands of a—” 

“Lip slut?” 

“No! A professional!” 

“Oh, that just made you sound ten times more slutt—”

His lips cut you off, stealing the rest of your protest in a single, breathless kiss. Guiding you gently, his lips move softly against yours — still, you can feel the sheer need behind gentle movements. Hints of desperation come through though — the way his fingers grasp at your hair, his hand at the small of your back pulling you impossibly closer. 

It’s delicate. It’s everything. It’s…him. 

Just as quickly as it happened, Satoru pulls away. 

“How was that?” he murmurs, head shyly dipped and averting your gaze. 

“I think I need more lessons,” you reply, with a searing heat on your cheeks. 

“Let’s make you a pro then, huh?”

And he pulls you in again. 

[lerkdoingshit]

bang bang b🚀tch, right in your f⭐️ckin heart!!

It was such a fun to draw him while listening to Florence & the machine.

But his laugh, is my favorite fckn sound (not because of Bradley Cooper, okay??;))

[reddiemato]

Bro I’m delusional right now I was thinking of “you’re braver than you think” and “crazy together” but I couldn’t comprehend that they were two different lines from two different media’s, I thought the line was “you’re crazier than you think” and pictured Mike tapping Will’s cheek before they went to go fight Vecnnywise

[dvchessy]

another one, thank you

it's lavenderstar from @ashpaw-is-alone this time! they're looking right into your souls 👁👁

i must admit it, i was STRUGGLING with these eyes to make them look good and yet it's not the best, but I gave up 😔

Also, please look how FLUFFY i made their tail!! I'm not really sure if it's that fluffy, but my brain said "oh look a fuzzy tail, make it big floof"

well, I hope you like it!

[eris-of-disco]

(Edit: YIPPE first project with 100 notes :D)

[0--v--0]

[dymitre]

Translation:

Wade: “It’s my first time doing this Ember!”

Ember: “lol I mean oh my god like holy shyt”

pls i need this scene in the movie 💀💀💀

[laxi0v0]

[braddicted4ever]

WO WO WO WO HOLD ON MAN HOLD ON ?!?!

[justangortchansblog]

I ship Eren with everyone actually, but they just fit this period drama thing idk

[cjinkling]

💀💀💀💀💀

this fuckn trend on tiktok is crazy i needed to do billford bro.

[joces-wrld]

𖦹✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ midnight shopping

✩ blurb!

IN WHICH— fratboy! chris hits the jackpot and decides to take tomboy! reader shopping

| no warnings! enjoy <3

"i got bandssssss" chris announces, nonchalantly walking into your dorm, spreading a stack of hundred dollar bills on his arm

"hello to you too, christopher"

"lets go shopping, wanna spoil you" "its literally almost 11pm?" "and? i know these outlets that're opened till like 2am, its 30 minutes away, cmon ma?"

"chris im in pajamas and i already took my makeup off" you protest, watching him shake his head. "already told you you dont need that shit", you sigh, "give me 10 minutes to do my eyeliner and mascara?"

the boy rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door. "chris! what the hell?!" "you look good like this ma. barefaced, in spiderman pajamas and uggs, prime y/n right here" you roll your eyes, "well its like 40 degrees out here, imma freeze to death" "relax will you? i have an extra jacket in the car"

minutes later, the 2 of you were on the way to the outlets, chris allowing you to have aux. "where'd you even get all that money from? like i know you make money selling, but never that much, not in less than a week at least" "oh yeah, there's more by the way" "WHAT?!?" "yeah, got this new shit and it's selling quickly" "i can tell..." you mumble, putting the sun visor down and opening the mirror

"EW! chris what the hell?! i look so ugly. i no joke look deceased, i NEED my makeup", you can practically hear chris' eyeroll, watching him shake his head in annoyance. "you're so dramatic. i think you look pretty" he mumbles that last part, ears turning red. you smile slightly, deciding to spare him by changing the topic. "so where's your jacket?" "behind your seat"

you reach back and see a black zip up, you grab it and quickly shrug it on, taking your uggs off to cross your legs on top of the seat. "if you were anyone else, i would literally kick you out" "awww, im special" you snicker, watching as he shakes his head, smiling nonetheless. the 2 of you fall into a comfortable silence, watching as cars pass by, that is until Open Arms by SZA comes on. you gasp dramatically, repeatedly hitting chris' arm

"what the fuck?!" "i LOVE this song!!" you turn the volume up to max, grabbing the boys phone and opening snapchat, recording yourself and chris singing along

"i hate myself to make you stay. push me away, i'll be right here" you sing, admiring chris through the screen, watching as his head bops along to the beat. "with open, open, open arms. open arms, you keep me open, im so devoted, you keep me open, open arms, im so devoted to you, to you, to you" you motion towards chris with your head, a big smile plastered on your face

"no matter what come between us, yeah, i decided, i'm forever riding, we forever guided" chris raps, stopping due to a red light. "drew my favorite color, now you seeing every shade of me" he quickly turns his head, clearly dedicating those lyrics to you. his mouth opens wide in surprise when he notices you were recording, "locked in for life, on God, no replacing me" you rap back, watching him hide his smile by turning back to face the road, stepping on the gas as the light turns green

the song soon ends, you stopping the video and saving it to his camera roll, sending it to yourself before closing his phone. "you really love sza, dontcha?" "hell yeah i do. she's like, one of my top 3 artists" the boy nods to your words, turning onto some street. 10 minutes later he turns into a parking lot. "we're here, ma"

you and chris exit his car, walking towards the stores. they were surprisingly not too empty, of course they weren't packed, but you could tell there was a good chunk of people at every store. "where to?" you mumble, slipping the hood of chris' jacket on. "they have a starbucks, so lets go there first, get something warm"

-

"what happened to something warm" you sarcastically ask, watching as chris sips his caramel frappuccino. "change of plans" he mumbles, watching as you sip on your macchiato. "come on, they got a lids somewhere"

you happily follow him, not a thought in your mind as you admire your surroundings. walking into the store, you notice it was fairly empty, no more than 7 people in there. "hey guys, need any help?" an employee asks, chris shaking his head no. "no thank you" you verbally say, offering a small smile. "alright, well if you do just let me know"

you slightly zone out after that, just staring at chris as he pick hats up and down. he does that for a while, finally settling on a light grey one with a light khaki visor. he nods his head and looks for another one, quickly finding it and calling out to you

"try this on, ma" you nod your head and take your hood off, popping the hat on. chris does the same with his hat and pulls his phone out, going to the camera app. "oh they're the same!" you exclaim, a big smile immediately forming on your face. chris quickly snaps a picture before putting his phone away, "yeah dummy, thats the point"

your mouth falls into an 'o' shape, realizing thats why he took a while to settle on a hat, he was searching for one that had your hat size. "stay here, imma go pay" he instructs, walking off to the register. he returns moments later, no hats in hand??

"had to embroid sum on them" he mumbles, grabbing your hand and leading you out the hat store and towards a bath and body works. "nicks been wanting some new candle that came out so imma go look for it. get whatever you want, dont matter how much" he says, going off towards the candles

you smirk slightly, grabbing a bag and getting to work. walking towards your go to scent, you grab 2 bottles of the fragrance mist, a bottle of lotion, and another bottle of body cream. you then go towards a thousand wishes, grabbing a body wash and a mini fragrance as you needed a restock. with a nod, you go find chris

you're quick to spot him, 3 candles in his grasp. "for nick," he shows you the pistachio honey milk candle, "for matt," mahogany coconut, "and for you, saw you were running low" you smile, your favorite candle being placed inside the bag alongside the others

"is this it?" the boy asks, slightly disappointed in how little you got. "i think so?" "you get that strawberry shit you like?" your eyes widen, how could you forget about your soap and hand sanitizer?!? you quickly run to get them before standing in line with chris

-

it was now 1:50am, 10 minutes before the outlets closed. you and chris loaded with shopping bags, he truly had spoiled you. you got 3 new pairs of jeans from levi's, some 2 pairs of jorts from gap, along with overall shorts, 3 or 4 shirts from h&m, a restock on your skin care items, the one size setting spray, another liquid eyeliner, elf lip oils, pimple patches, face masks, a pair of ugg minis in the color chestnut, some timberland boots, white crocs (with random jibits chris liked) the stuff from bath and body works and the hat; which had a small C♡ embroidered into it (his had your initial with a heart as well)

"i think you bought me too much stuff" you say, stuffing bags into the trunk and backseats. "not all of it is for you, i bought matt and nick stuff too" "yeah, but the majority of the stuff is mine.....i feel bad" "nonsense" he waves his hand, dismissing your statement like nothing. "now lets go get some food"

a/n: STOP THIS SUCKS but this is like my LONGEST draft, its been sitting in my drafts for a fat minute. feedback is appreciated :) i hope you enjoyed!

—check out my masterlist! foe the rest of this series!

[once again, dividers from @dollywons]

[princessbrunette]

jellyfish!reader would have a raging piss kink

waittt cos i kinda fuck w her…… she’s more on the eccentric side n always has perfect jelly nails and loves pissing on her bf and she keeps eating tide pods cos they look like jelly and she gets told to stop. 😔

[mercuryaya]

discord WHYYYY LET ME DISPLAY MY ART IN PEACE NOOO