This is my cousin. I know now that there is currently a serial killer in AK and numerous native women have gone missing. As far as I know, only one body has been found, which is absolutely ridiculous. I hate to be that person, but if it was a white girl then the news would be all over everywhere and the killer would’ve been caught by now. I of course know that the cops in AK aren’t the best ones, but it is still absolutely ridiculous. Unfortunately, it doesn’t appear that we will find her, but it is my duty to spread awareness about this before things get even worse. I still pray that Alfreda Gregory is safe 🫶🏾🤎🪻
I lowkey be ragebaiting my cat but can’t let the invisible cameras know I’m offended so I gotta carry out the plot and try not to get papped with his claws
Prompt: Satoru’s seeing a girl, but he’s not sure if he really likes her or not. Of course, he relies on his best friend to figure that out.
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Satoru Gojo always had a way of making the ridiculous sound completely logical. That’s how Suguru found himself here; back pressed against the dorm room wall, watching his best friend pace in front of him like this was a battle strategy meeting instead of… whatever this was supposed to be.
“I’m just saying,” Satoru started, spinning his sunglasses between his fingers, “I think I like her, but what if I’m just forcing myself into it, y’know?”
Suguru raised a brow, unimpressed. “And what, exactly, does that have to do with me?”
Satoru grinned, the kind that meant trouble. “I need to make sure.”
Suguru rolled his eyes, arms crossing.
“You could just date her and see what happens.”
“No, no, no, that’s reckless,” Satoru scoffed, pointing at him as if he were the crazy one. “What if I’m not actually into her? Then I have to break up with her, and then there’s drama, and then everyone’s mad at me—”
“—So, every Tuesday?”
Satoru ignored that. “You, my dear best friend, are the only person I trust with this.”
Suguru sighed, but there was something in Satoru’s voice— some hesitance buried under the usual cocky charm— that made him pause. He wasn’t serious exactly, but he also wasn’t not serious.
“You’re saying you want to..?”
“Test it out. Just a little. See if I feel anything. I mean— if I like a girl, that should mean I don’t feel the same way about kissing you as I would kissing said girl, right?”
Suguru blinked at him. “That’s the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard.”
But Satoru was already stepping closer; grin turning sharp, curious. “You scared, Suguru?”
That did it. “Of you? Please.”
Suguru didn’t hesitate—he never did. If Satoru wanted to play? Fine. He could play.
But Satoru wasn’t prepared for the way Suguru grabbed his collar, and pulled him in so fast he barely had time to react before their lips met. It wasn’t some hesitant, awkward thing. No, Suguru was intentional as he always was, his grip firm, his mouth confident.
And Satoru?
Satoru felt everything.
His brain short-circuited, static rushing in his ears, and suddenly—it wasn’t about some girl or some stupid test— was Suguru; warm, steady, right there.
Suguru pulled back first, searching Satoru’s face. “Well?”
Satoru’s lips were parted, his usual quick wit failing him. His heart was racing, pulse thundering in his ears in a way that had nothing to do with cursed energy.
“Uh.”
Suguru smirked, thumb brushing against the corner of Satoru’s mouth. “That answer your question?”
prompt: a knight and a princess. what can go wrong?
warning/s: lil bit of spiciness like a lil HAH if you squint js a lil bit. oh, there’s age gaps and ages up characters too(shoto and reader are 18 and 19 in that order)
notes: I HATE THE WORD PANTIES THATS WHY I SAID DRAWS OR UNDERWEAR THAT WORD IS SO UGHHHH
anyways idk i was feeling the need to write and didn’t wanna work on my other works and then i snapped my fingers and said ‘yes’ when i thought of this. so enjoy.
never did you think you’d be betraying your father like this.
but his captivating golden eyes and charming smile always caught your attention from across the room. you’re sure you could even spy him from across the kingdom with his peculiar red cape.
maybe he wants to look fancier? better overall?
well, in your opinion, he always looked good. especially right now.
his head cocked to the side like a curious bird and his sharp gaze burning into yours.
“quiet, princess.”
the way he seethes the title has you shuddering and squeezing your plush thighs together as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear.
“i’m not above teaching you a lesson your father never could.” he grumbled, voice low and rumbling. you could feel it pulsing through you and send another sharp shiver up your spine before he pushes off the wall and walks away.
“princess.” a polite voice greets. a contrast to keigo.
you’re forced to tear your eyes away from your noble knight to see who’s called to you.
“the prince is ready to see you.”
you raised an eyebrow. right. the prince.
what an inconvenience.
but you followed anyway. you could defy your father in private, but in front of the entire kingdom? you’d surely be beheaded, forget being his only daughter.
“the princess has arrived.”
you immediately set your eyes on the king. he was towering, icy blue eyes glaring at you as soon as you stepped into the room like he already thought you weren’t good enough.
but you held your head high and walked with grace.
when you reached the table, he eventually looked away instead to look at the door as it opened and shut.
“ah, yes.” your father stood up immediately. you swallowed. “the best knight in our kingdom.”
“father, why must he be here?” you asked through clenched teeth.
“princesses don’t talk like that.” your mother said with a stern glare. “speak clearly.”
“well, what’s so wrong with having a guest? i thought you liked him.” your father said. he raised a brow at your reaction and glanced at your mother.
“is that right?” keigo smiled at you, an innocent little grin from the outside looking in. from your perspective, it looked so much different.
“my son.” sir todoroki gestured across the table to a boy who looked sort of similar. the left side of his hair was red and his eye was the same icy blue. “shoto.”
“oh, yes, this is our daughter.” your father gestured to you proudly. “she’s a catch, isn’t she?”
“sure.”
“shoto.”
he glared at sir. todoroki from across the table before turning right back to your father.
“yes, i would fuck your daughter.”
“excuse us.” sir. todoroki stood up immediately, his chair scratching against the floor at the speed in which he got up.
he waved shoto to follow and he did so without hesitation.
“i.. assume they’ll be a while.” your mother mumbled. she glanced at your father and nodded off to another room. “we have to go chat, too. be good.”
you nodded obediently. they walked away and out of the dining hall within the next minute which left you and keigo alone.
“so, you like me, huh?” he asked.
“i haven’t a clue what you’re on about.” you said pompously.
“now, why would the king lie?” your eyes flickered over to him as he inched ever closer. “unless it’s not him that’s lying.” keigo gripped your jaw and turned your head to face him. “are you lying, princess?”
there were many possibilities depending on the answer you decided to reply with. which would be worse? if you said ‘yes’ or ‘no’?maybe he’d suffice with an ‘i don’t know’.
“well?”
“no.” you tore your gaze away from him and whipped your head around to the right. “princesses do not lie.”
“you must be a shitty princess.” he muttered. you immediately turned to glare at him.
“excuse me?”
“i mean, you do a lot of stuff you’re not supposed to.”
“and i suppose you’re the perfect knight.” you eyed him up and down and scoffed. “ridiculous.”
truthfully, you didn’t have to listen to this. you didn’t have to let him talk to you that way.
but you liked it. you liked how he looked at you while he spoke, and the stupidly attractive grin he always wore.
“everyone’s gone.” he says. you can feel his breath fanning your ear as he places a soft kiss on the right side of your neck. “you can drop the act.”
he doesn’t have to say another word.
you’re already at your feed before you can stop yourself, head jerked to the side as you drag him into a heated kiss.
and it’s your first, but you feel like it’s all worth it.
his hands find your waist in an instant and he’s lifting you up to crash back down on the red oak dining table.
he flips your skirt out of the way and thanks the heavens you’re not wearing a corset or a petticoat. he puts his hands on your hips, tugging you into his own and deepening the kiss.
it’s the moment you’ve craved for the longest, and now it’s finally happening. in the least romantic setting, but the passion is most definitely there.
he pulls away to stare into your eyes and presses his forehead to yours.
“tell me how much you want me.” you say breathlessly. he smirks, hand finding purchase on your thigh and inching upward.
“i’m no good with words. how ‘bout i show you?”
he cocks his head to the side like a curious child. in your eyes, you’re in no position to deny, even though realistically you are.
but as if you would.
with the way he kissed your neck and chest, his free hand reaching back to untie your dress as the other hooked around the hem of your underwear to tug them down to your ankles.
your hands hooked around his neck, not having much to do with him having most if not all of the control over the situation. your moans and quiet whimpers were enough for him to keep focused.
“so pretty.” he mumbled against your shoulder. he pulled back just to look into your eyes. “but you’re so bad.”
“i’m not bad. i’m difficult.” you corrected sarcastically. he shook his head.
.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji can’t get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.
wc. 707
tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.
“he’s kickin’ me again,” toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumi—his beloved, yet bratty, son.
the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.
you chuckle at toji’s groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if it’s already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumi’s chubby cheek and you can’t help but squeeze it lightly.
that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, “it’s his way of asking for attention, honey.”
toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumi’s head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.
“papa’s mean,” you huff, talking to your baby. you can’t see toji’s face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that he’s frowning.
maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. he’s worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.
“papa,” megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at toji’s back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
megumi’s need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.
a deep sigh escapes toji’s lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the man’s stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.
“c’mere,” toji grumbles and lifts his child’s tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dad’s face. your husband playfully bites your son’s tiny fingers instead, “not gonna allow y’r dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.”
you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumi’s tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in toji’s embrace.
“this is what ya get for being a brat,” toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boy’s belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.
toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he can’t possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.
“mama! mama!” megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.
you scoot over to the other side and shield megumi’s tiny body from your husband’s tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, “stay away from my baby, you big bad guy.”
toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.
“oh yeah? ‘m the bad guy now, eh?” the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - who’s giggling and still holding tightly onto you, “all right. i’ll show you just how bad i can be then.”
your eyes widen the moment you feel toji’s fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and he’s already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumi’s tummy again—now making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.
the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you don’t care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.
plus toji’s fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.
prompt: rengoku wants to show you how perfect you are.
note: inspired by a song but it's not even on tumblr😪 i put 'black' in the title, not bc my other fics aren't made for the Nubian queens🤓(sory) but because that's specifically the target this time so... yeah. i feel like this one is worse than usual🫢 but it’s just for fun n practice anyways. the title has nothing to do with it but it’s a lyric in the song.
kyojuro slid his arms around your waist, sliding his hands over your curves before letting them rest on your hips. he gripped the soft fat and let a low rumble resound in his chest.
“hi, kyo.” you brought a hand up to thread into his hair, scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails.
his only reply was a hum as he kissed a line from your cheek to your neck where he nipped and sucked to leave a mark.
you rolled your eyes and shook your head.
“we’re not having another baby.”
“we don’t have to.” you could hear his smile as he said that.
“kyojuro.” your tone was flat and unamused. “..are you sure?”
“what do you mean?” he rubbed your hips which he was previously trying to bruise. don’t tell nobody. “of course i’m sure.”
“i mean,” you sighed. “i just had a baby. i don’t know… i don’t feel pretty.”
“what?!” he genuinely sounded taken aback. you felt his arms leave your waist and fall to his sides.
you turned around to look up at him.
“i don’t feel good about myself, baby. maybe some other time.” you replied honestly.
“why not?” he asked. you felt bad for even telling him because he looked heartbroken.
you shook your head and shrugged.
“don’t worry about-“
kyojuro scooped you up in his arms, eliciting a gasp. you flung your arms around his neck in surprise.
“wait, wait-“
“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and i’m lucky to be with you.” he says. you watched his face as he walked up the stairs, noting the frown that settled ever since you told him how you were feeling. “and you made our beautiful daughter. that’s something to be proud of.”
he took you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.
“and if you don’t see that, i’ll show you.”
your brain buffered for a moment before you realized he was taking his shirt off.
“kyo! what if she wakes up?”
“she’s a baby, she won’t know.” he dragged you to the edge of the bed, sliding your oversized shirt(it was really his) over your head. “for now let’s worry about you.”
he placed his hands on your bare waist and grinned at you.
i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.
soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.
and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.
it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.
but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.
he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.
and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.
that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.
but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.
so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.
and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.
he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.
he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.
and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?
but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.
prompt: katsuki is tired when he gets home from work. you allow him to cool down through you.
warnings: spicy content. idc who reads, just be warned.
note: i get bakugou fanfics on tumblr every single day and i just couldn’t help myself. ignore the title…
bakugou sighed. right as he sat down just to take a breath, he got called to the scene of another crime. a robbery at that. why couldn’t the police handle a robbery? that’s what they’re for!
after he spent all day fighting real villains, he had to go to a robbery?
but, he cleared his head of the annoyed and spiteful thoughts and just rolled with it.
when he actually pulled up to the bank, he sort of realized why the police couldn’t handle it.
the villain, seemingly a teenage girl, waved from atop her dazzling blue pillar of water, inside of the pillar was a flow of money to the top. “hi, dynamight!”
he facepalmed so hard, the surrounding police officers thought he’d turn red.
“you can’t handle a teenager?!” he barked at the officers.
“she has a quirk!” one of them managed out, even though she was faced with his fierce scowl.
bakugou inhaled. he looked up at the young woman who was swinging her legs and whistling ladyfingers.
“i got it…” he grumbled.
despite the big game the villain was supposedly talking, it took no longer than 15 minutes for katsuki to wrap up the whole thing.
“you couldn’t take care of a little girl throwing a tantrum?” he’d ask the cops, signature scowl showing just how irritated he was.
he was quick to clock out and damn near speed home. when he finally opened the door, kicked off his shoes and slumped on the couch he was out like a light.
“tsuki?” he groans. you chuckle slightly at his pout and deeply furrowed brows. “sorry. you’re on the couch, baby, come to bed.”
his red eyes crack open slightly to look at you.
maybe he was just hella tired or you looked way too good at the moment to have just woken up, he assumed.
katsuki reached out to grab your other hand and you met him half way. you were about to speak, but cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulled you onto his lap.
“bad day.” he grumbled.
you shifted a bit to get comfy and ended up straddling his hips, eyes locked onto his.
“i’m sorry to hear that, baby.” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling through knots.
his thumbs circled your hips, squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs and sliding his palms up and down your waist.
he couldn’t help himself but to kiss and suck your chest and neck, pulling you impossibly closer and waking up the more he heard your moans and gasps.
you didn’t mind it after all. he was hard at work all day and who were you to deny what he wanted?
as long as it calmed him down and you’d get a day off of chores tomorrow, you’ll let him do whatever he pleased to you.
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i feel like this is the second shortest fanfic i’ve posted here… ignore how bad i am at limes or lemons or whatever these are called- smut???
well just call it spicy… i’m bad at writing spicy stuff.
