(Bangs head against wall yk I told myself. Ok im chilling fr this time I have other stuff I need to work on but NO. Your yearning has impacted me personally so now I'm making it everyone's problem. Here's a random wip/hc I had sitting around. Your greed sickens me, anon, this is all your fault 😒😒😒)
╰┈➤ you with the other nousportists, this doesn't happen in the drabble but you def throw paper balls at the back of phainon's head sometimes, uhhh that's about it, you're not going to believe it but this isn't edited
You, Castorice, and Phainon have a perfect system for taking notes; if one were to miss class for whatever reason (Like Cas's poor immune system or otherwise), then the remaining two will have something prepared for whoever couldn’t make it. The problem is that you all have vastly different note styles that don’t always make sense to each other.
Castorice’s are, unsurprisingly, very neat, organized, and even color coded with the many pens she has, they’re also rather brief, and she utilizes a lot of shorthand when you know she’s fully capable of….. writing very long and detailed. She also tends to doodle a lot and gets distracted that way (amongst her other various musings, her half written prose remains unfinished beyond the space of the margins).
"Cas." You scan through her notes, knowing you’ll have to ask her to translate. "What does the yearning tree have to do with the lecture at all."
“Oh… I…” She starts, the bumbling of her words the consistent signal to a start of a long-winded explanation. “You always pay attention to all the wrong things….”
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Your notes are long and well documented, if not a little too long or poorly structured, they explain almost too much, and it’s evident you just start having conversations with yourself to justify the confusing concepts by jotting down every voice that comes to your head trying to make sense of it instead of asking your professor to explain it further.
"Where were you going with this? ‘The system requires us to question our morality in antiquated places to invoke feelings of nostalgia…. Going to need iced coffee later…. Is coffee nostalgic? Need coffee’….” Possibly the most confused he’s ever looked, your friend hands your journal back over to you. “… Was the coffee nostalgic?”
“Huh? I don’t remember writing that.” You shake your head, processing what he said. “…. I think so?”
“Amazing answer to your hypothesis.” Phainon sighs. There’s a tender touch to it, though, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “Worry not, I’ll get you more coffee. You’re going to need it to make sense of the rest of this.”
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Out of you three, however, Phainon’s remain the best, as there’s (somehow) never anything wrong with them. They’re detailed, straight to the point, and virtually perfect. You accuse him of stealing once or twice, under the impression that there’s no way he didn’t just take these from under Professor Anaxa’s nose or while Hyacine wasn’t looking.
The only thing that gives it away to them being his is the stain of whatever it was he was eating while writing them down. Whether it be the juice of the apple that fell from his chin and onto the paper or the miscellaneous crumbs that clung to the paper, it works better as a signature than his own name would.
“You can tell when I got hungry,” He hums, nibbling on something else, this time while peeking over your shoulder. “Hm… speaking of, with all the stress of the exams, I hope you haven’t been skipping out on eating.” He commits to resting his head on your shoulder and swallowing what was left of his snack. “And you better not try to lie to me. You know I can always tell.”
You pause your transference. “What, like our tummies are telepathic?” Does this explain how he always knows what you’re craving all the time?
“Of course they are.” He responds, matter of fact. “I thought you knew this—Look, you’re hungry right now.”
“No, I’m not—” Your stomach has a wonderful sense of comedic timing, rumbling as if it was coaxed out by his words. From behind you, he pats it gently, nodding before you have the chance to retort.
“Very convincing.” He smiles; you feel spread against your neck. “Perfect timing, I’m still pretty starved myself. I’ll make you something real quick, okay?”
You don’t get to answer. You never do, when Phainon offers, because “no” means “yes” when it comes to him cooking for you, and you gave up a long, long time ago trying to save him the time he clearly doesn’t want saved. Let him put something together. He’s always much happier when he gets to.
(Sometimes, tiny hearts are littered around his notes, and they remain the only deviation of a page otherwise free from scribbles and marks. Perhaps intentional, those smaller details remain undecipherable to you when you hold a light to them late in the night)
Back just in time to speed read all I missed and oh my God... I have a bet that the horned silhouette isn't Malleus. It's Chenya. And that's why it's on April fool's 👀 you're trolling us aren't you?
... Just a theory, we'll see. I'll be the biggest fool if it does end up being Malleus. In any case, I can't believe we're so close to the final chapter. Book 1, in every iteration, will always end too quickly for me TvT)/ ah, I just can't let my bbs go, I'll need to mourn this. But knowing book 2 is already written has me locked back in ♡(ӦｖӦ｡) - greedy anon 😈
Oh? Interesting take, anon. I suppose you'll get your answer tomorrow, huh?
I will admit, I do feel bad for the Heartslabyul fans because the five (Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Riddle), did not get as much content as later characters. But despite that, I hope it's been enjoyable thus far!
I was just now taking a short walk down memory lane and taking a peek at previous asks, comments, and posts about Empyrean. Act one has been fun! I think it's a good start to the story, don't you?
I’m the anon for greedy Sanji and damn that other anon was cooking and dAMN WERE YOU WITH THE DRABBLE REPLY THANK YOUUUU 🙏
And thank you for saying you’re interested in reading more 😭 I have a few things simmering about him and him in combo with others but damn is it all coming together slow as hell hsheifjfjfbfjfj most of them are chunked and bulleted atm but I have one with prose I can send though it’s just the start waxing poetic about Sanji more than getting to any of the spicy bits lol
For a cliche thought that I think would fit especially nice on Sanji, the first time together again with him after danger. Maybe you were locked up, maybe you just scraped by in an especially bad fight, maybe you’re a devil fruit user who disappeared into the sea, maybe you were separated on a very hostile island the moment you got there and the only thing he could possibly think of the whole time was what terrible things could be happening to you. Whatever it is, he’d be frantic and singleminded in his drive to get you back in his sight and by his side.
And once you’re there, don’t expect freedom from him for quite awhile. He always needs a hand on you, to be able to turn and see you, to know with absolute certainty that you’re safe. He needs it to feel okay, to keep breathing, to keep his hearts from running until it bursts.
That need to know you’re alive, okay, and with him is what has him even more insatiable about stealing you away to quiet corners and behind closed doors where he can fill his every nerve with you, just to be sure. It’s what has him flipping from one session spending endless time kissing, sucking, and biting at every bit of you he can get, savoring each second with you in his hands and on his tongue, to another session where he’s brusque, apologetic, pleading for you to understand that he just needs to feel your warmth around him while he rushes to get your clothes off.
“Mon coeur, please, I just-“ he’s interrupted by his own gasp when you tug his hair just right “just gotta be inside you I -hah- let me take care of you yeah?”
He’s insistently burrowing his face into your knack, switching between kissing and sucking and enjoying your heated skin against his cheek. Even in his rush, his hands are nimble and get through your button and zipper quickly before shoving them down your legs. He gets them and your underwear to your knees before he’s folding you in half on the wall and grinding his already freed cock on your exposed pussy.
“There you are,” he groans in relief. “My pretty pretty girl.”
His hands hold you up, fingers digging indulgently into your hips and ass, but you still rove your own over him in need of grounding. He’s grinding against you, spreading you open to get him wet and sticky. It’s overkill; you’re drenched enough for him to easily sink right in and he’s been dribbling precum for you since you had walked into the room.
“Sanji, please -nngh- just fuck me,” you whine. His head swirls around your clit just right, messy and slick and teasing. “I need-”
He’s already slid down and started pressing his hot tip inside you, both of you gasping and shivering while he presses in deep and deeper still. When he’s finally settled inside you, stoking tingles promising “more! more! more!”, you wind your arms and your cunt tight around him and he presses in so close that the whole world narrows to him. Then he begins his prayers to worship.
“Thank you love you need you”
-greedy anon
i will always alwayss be interested in reading about peoples thoughts and feelings about their faves esp when they're fave is a cutie patootie like Sanji who deserves all the kiss marks on his pretty skin ughh THIS?!! PERFECT
“There you are,” he groans in relief. “My pretty pretty girl.”
THE WAY MY TUMMY FLIPPED AND FLUTTERED AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! him wanting to touch you. to confirm your safety. he's desperate and terrified and needs you probably even more than you need him. the skin to skin is grounding in a way your words just don't reach uhghhhhhhhhhhh
you have a way with words that is just mmm so familiar and so tantaslisng i just cant think coherently pls I'm just a girl!!! DO MORE JUMBLED THOUGHTS ITS OKAY I'LL SCREAM AND MELT AND CRY IN WHICH EVER WAY YOU WANT TO SHARE
You barely create cc. All you do is reblog bitching. Why even bitch when you're not even putting out cc? Do you even care to create or do you just like complaining just to suck up to Mack?
Wow anon really...
First of all, this message came in as I was deleting many posts I have relogged about the Patreon/paywall situation. I am tired of the drama. I think everyone, by now, knows the situation and everyone is allowed to do as they please with their money and support or not support any creator they wish...it is none of my business.
Second of all, you sound like a greedy asshole!
I am under no obligation to create CC. I create in my spare time. I create when I want and what I want. I have a life, I have a family, friends, a household to take care of....all of this before the Sims and my HOBBY of creating CC!!
For Greedy Anon as per request;) I did make them aged up though, so like legal drinking age and stuff, cuz it made more sense as I wrote this
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“I can’t fucking believe you two assholes dragged me out here.” Bakugou grumbled, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants as he tried to sink lower into couch. The scowl on his face grew as his eyes roamed the club, watching a bunch of old, drunk perverts trying to get handsy with the waitresses. He started to get up, about to put the bastard in his place after he had groped the waitress’ ass when Tetsutetsu put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. They both watched as the security guard kicked the other out and Bakugou sat back down.
“You are too wound up dude! That’s why we brought you here!” Bakugou eyed Kaminari, who was carrying a tray with a variety of drinks, passing them around their small table so all three had a drink. Bakugou grabbed a glass of rum and coke and took a sip while Tetsu grabbed a beer and sipped it slowly. Kaminari grabbed two shots and downed them both with relative ease, letting out a whoa after the second and slamming the glasses back down. “Plus there’s a dancer here that I heard is to die for,” he said with a smirk as he grabbed the other rum and coke.
“Oh are you talking about Red?” Tetsu asked, interest piqued as he leaned over the table. “Monoma said she’s very strong and very flexible.”
“Yeah and she’s a beauty too.”
Bakugou threw his head back and downed his entire drink as they were talking before grabbing a beer and drinking half of it in one go, not wanted to be in the conversation. Hell, he didn’t want to even be in the club. He slammed the half full beer on the table, causing both Kaminari and Tetsu to break off their conversation and look at him with startled expressions. “But why the fuck did you have to bring me along? You two dumbasses could have fucking come without me.”
Kaminari sighed and leaned over to Bakugou and placed a hand on his shoulder. The blonde looked at the hand and scowled, causing the other to withdraw it quickly. “I already told you that you need to unwind a little bit bro! Plus there’s a special deal here if you bring a group and apparently a group is three or more people so it’s - oh shit bro it’s starting look!”
Kaminari and Tetsu’s eyes lit up as they turned to face the stage. Bakugou just grumbled before taking another sip of his drink and slowly swiveling in his seat to look at the stage. He stared uninterested as four women in tube tops, flowy pants, and decorative headware came dancing out on the stage, all in different colors. Yellow, orange, blue, and green, flooded the stage as they all twirled, the coins-like jewelry on their outfits jingling but barely heard over the music. They swayed their hips as they made their way to the edge of the stage, smiling out to the crowd.
Suddenly, the lights went black, causing the crowd to whisper amongst themselves in confusion. A red spotlight appeared directly in the stage. It seemed as if the entire room held their breath as the curtains moved, revealing the fifth dancer.
Bakugou let out a gasp when he saw her and so did the other two next to him.
The fifth dancer was dressed in a red that matched not only her hair but also her eyes, which were bright and vibrant. She was wearing similar clothing to the others, except for the fact that her clothes were lined in a golden hem and she had cuffs wrapped around her obviously muscular biceps, which were tied to sections of fabric that traveled down the length of her arms and connected to gold bands that were on her fingers.
Her hips started to sway and snap to the beat of the music as she slowly strut to the edge of the stage. Every movement was calculated and executed perfectly, leaving the three in a trance. Their eyes never left the redhead as she danced.
They all almost whined as she left the stage, only to return in the crowd, dancing around the different patrons as the other four also went down to the floor after her. The three waited patiently as she made her way to their table. They could see her smirking through the thin fabric of her mask. She took off a piece of the veil-like fabric that was connected to her pants and walked behind Kaminari before leaning over him from behind and dragging the fabric across his chest.
Kaminari felt like the breath was knocked out of his lungs. He could feel her chest pressed against his shoulder and could smell her perfume, which was heavenly. He turned his head slightly and came face to face with her, immediately entranced with her red eyes. She gave him a bright smile before dropping the fabric in his lap and unlooping herself from around him.
She spun over to Bakugou, going to straddle his lap and bring her arms to lay around his shoulder. She ground her hips in time with the music, throwing her head back and Bakugou wanted to do nothing more than to bite down on her pale skin, but held himself back. He could feel his hands twitching at his sides though, struggling to keep them from holding her hips. She looked back at him and he could see the small scar above her eyes and wondered how she got it. Her hands moved up to his hair, grabbing at his roots and tugging his head back hard. He grunted at the roughness but maintained eye contact and smirked. She smirked back and removed herself from his lap.
She slowly sauntered over to Tetsu, who was sitting there with a bright blush adorning his face. His eyes widened when she turned around and sat on his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist instinctively. He heard her laugh slightly, immediately determining that it was simultaneously the most sexy and beautiful thing he’s ever heard, but then felt dejected when she peeled his arms from off of her. She turned to straddle him and leaned close to whisper in his ear.
“Only looking, no touching babe.” His face lit up to an even brighter red at the words, but also at how beautiful her voice was. She licked a line up his neck through the fabric, causing him to shiver. She smirked and got off of his lap, making her way around to the other patrons.
Bakugou, Kaminari, and Tetsu all looked at one another in silence at first, trying to bask in what happened.
“So,” Kaminari started but paused.
“We’re coming back next week right?” Tetsu asked, voice cracking in excitement.
