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ik i aint posted in a while but do i even need to say anything abt this.

what the hell is wrong w some of yall why r u lackin in the brain department why would u think this is ok to post 🤦🏾‍♀️

THH boys react to s/o saying the n-word

Notes: This goes without saying, but reader isn't black (this wouldn't work otherwise). Also, L/N stands for "last name".

Makoto Naegi

• "What? No, silly - I'm Naegi!"

• He didn't get it at first. Makoto is a pretty sheltered and naive boy; it's safe to assume he has never heard the slur before. If you don't bother explaining it, he won't question it and will most likely forget about it very soon.

• If you were to be shameless enough to explain it though, it would take him a bit to connect the dots, only to end up judging you with pure disappointment. He surely isn't the brightest, but he is blessed with a pure heart.

Byakuya Togami

• "Tch..."

• Despite never having indulged in any company that might have lead to him hearing the slur in a casual conversation, he is familiar with it's origin (the ultimate affluent progeny is cultured, after all). He is not amused.

• He will not give you much of a reaction. However, contact with him will be over before you know it. Responses to your messages are absent, and his eyes dodge yours as you pass each-other in hallways. The man cannot afford to soil his reputation through someone like you.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

• "What the hell (y/n)? Not cool..."

• He's an actual man of color, how did you think he was going to react?

• :/

Leon Kuwata

• "Oh my God, you TOTALLY just said a racist slur! Not cool! Not cool at all!"

• Leon reacts very strongly, taking a step back. You can't tell if this is the extent to which he took offense, though - in fact, he seems to be overplaying it. With disappointment, you realize he really just wants to virtue-signal.

• As disgusted as you are, you can't really say much about it. While you would love to call out his false concern in the comments of the Tweet he made about the incident, you would just end up being told you're not in a position to talk. He will avoid you in person as well, so no point in telling him face-to-face. His fan-base absolutely buys into his virtue-signaling, by the way.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

• "Y/N, what is a n*****?"

• He asks so loudly that heads turn all around you. His eyes show genuine intrigue. It is not his kind to embarrass you purposely - it is absolutely like Kiyotaka to be eager to learn, though. He is awaiting his answer and the seconds are passing.

• Everyone is staring... Neither you nor Taka know what they're thinking, and clearly, it is better as such. Are you able to silver-tongue your way out of this situation?

Mondo Owada

• "Woah, just 'cause I'm from a biker gang doesn't mean you gotta say shit like this..."

• The ultimate biker surely has heard worse, but he is displeased regardless. Perhaps he expected more from you? The man can't help but wonder if you aren't trying to impress him, because if so, you will have to learn he isn't phased by pure shock-value.

• Worse yet, Mondo might think he influenced you himself, and that you've therefore thought of using that slur as a result. This worry not only comes with shame, but also guilt. In a way, it's fascinating how unappealing you made yourself look to him with a single word...

Hifumi Yamada

• "Oh my, Ms./Mr. L/N! It seems your tongue just slipped into ebonics! But tell me, do you have - (dramatic pause) - an n-word pass?!"

• In fact, you do not have this n-word pass he speaks of. You let him know, oblivious of the bleak fate awaiting you. His gaze darkens, and a growing feeling of dread begins to tie your stomach into a knot.

• He beats you to death right then and there. If you're a woman, he will instead suffocate you with a Princess Piggles bodypillow and blame your murder on the pink-haired character (Hifumi does not hit women, after all).

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this is so SO good

Guppy

Leviathan/AFAB Reader

☞. . . My very first Kofi request!! The requester wanted mommy kink, reader calling Levi ‘guppy’, and inexperienced Levi. I hope you like it! (1.6k words)

The low bubbling of Henry’s fish tank fills your ears with a pleasant humming, and the soft blue light illuminates the room in a hazy glow. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember reading an article about how fish tanks reduce anxiety—that dentists offices and therapy rooms have little tanks of colorful fish and bubbling chests for a reason.

Leviathan doesn’t look like he’s at ease in the slightest.

His red face contrasts the blue tank harshly, blending everything to a plum purple. You have him reclined against his plump bean bag chair, something far more comfortable than the bathtub he insists he sleeps in.

Gently, carefully, you push his legs apart and sit between them. “How’s mommy’s little guppy doing, hm?” You rub little circles of calm into his thighs and Leviathan gives a weak jut of his hips in pure reflex. He clenches his fists up by his chest, tight against himself in a poor attempt to sooth his rapidly beating heart. “G-good,” he gasps out, torn between shutting his eyes tight or keeping them peeled to watch your every move.

Your smile is so kind, so nice, so much more than Leviathan ever deserved. You’re too good for him, too sweet and caring and loving and he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve to be your baby—

“Levi, guppy? Come back to me, come back to mommy.”

The air comes rushing back to him in a hiccuped whine. “There he is, there’s my boy. So pretty and good for mommy, aren’t you?”

He sniffles, a pitiful little snurk from his scrunched nose. “I-I’m not good, I’m- I’m a bad baby,” his thighs press tight together and thankfully, you slip your hands out before they could get crushed. “You’re good Levi, you're my good baby guppy. Why do you think you’re bad?”

Leviathan’s eyes are glossy and wet, reflecting those orange near bioluminescent glows. “I don’t know how to do anything like this! I-it’s new and I don’t know— b-but I’m gross down there— I’m yucky and weird and, and,”

“Oh, baby,” you frown and Levi fears he’s made you upset. “I don’t care about what your parts look like, and I don’t mind if this is your first time or if you fumble a little bit.” You rub over his knees, leaning forward to rest your chin on top of them.

Levi’s breath hitches. Mommy’s leaning on him now, you’re hugging his legs because you love him and you don’t think he’s gross. His chest swells and swirls with the feeling and it feels like he’ll choke. “Mommy will take care of you. My little guppy is just inexperienced, that’s all.”

He feels so liquid, so muddied and pliant. Leviathan wants you to take care of him, he wants to be good and spoiled and happy—he wants his mommy.

“M-mommyyy,” his legs fall apart again, a little wet patch in his underwear. You hook your fingers under the band, and pull. Levi’s not much help, but it’s endearing to see him try and push his hips up for you. Once his Ruri-Chan patterned underwear is tossed aside, you’re greeted with what looks to be a vent of some kind. The lips are chubby and tinged a cool purple, little scales coating the top of his mound. “Oh, guppy! You’re so cute down there!” You give a tentative stroke along the seam with your pointer finger. The lips of his vent seem to try and suck you in, coating your fingertip with a viscous slick. Levi’s breathing has gotten faster, his chest rising and falling quickly. “It’s- y-you think- oh hell!” Leviathan slaps his hands over his face, hips rutting up into your fingers.

You tut, petting the cool scales of his mound. They’re softer than you expected, smooth and gentle. “Is that any language for a baby?”

“N-no, m’sorry mommy, m’sorry, sorry,”

“That’s ok,” you push the chubby lips aside and peer closely to his cloaca, awe filling your eyes as you see the two little cockheads of his hemipenes wiggling their way out. “You must have been overwhelmed, poor guppy. Just look at that! You must be so needy.” The indigo tentabulges curl around your finger, coiling around themselves and tugging on your finger, pulling it down to the opening of his vent- just below the emerging cocks.

“Look at that, they want me to go in. Have you put anything in before, guppy?” You idly stroke the drooling cock in your hand, letting it curl and writhe in your palm. Leviathan’s drooling, toes curling in his socks. You’re touching him- you’re actually touching him there-

“No,” he chokes out, “got too scared-!” A pitiful little glob squirts from the tip of one of his cocks, sliding down your knuckles. “Oh, poor baby. You must be so clueless, huh?” You’re cooing, rubbing circles into the tentabulge curled in your palm, the other eagerly curling around your pinky to drag it closer to his hole. Levi gives a nod, slow and ashamed. “Would you like to try putting something in? Just a finger for now, I bet it’ll feel good.”

Leviathan whimpers at the thought. It’d feel good, if mommy was the one doing it. You’d be careful and it’d feel good. Another nod, and you’re rubbing into his cock with praise, carefully separating your fingers from their grasp. “You’re already so wet, guppy. Relax for mommy, don’t try to clench up, ok?” Your index finger rubs across his fluttering vent, just under the emerged hemipenes. Levi breathes a shaky breath out, urging himself to relax.

And then, you push in. Your finger breaches into his vent and he’s filled with a feeling he’s never felt before. His jaw falls slack in a squeal of a moan, eyes shooting wide open. He’s peeking through the gaps of his long fingers, his fingers curling into his face and hooking on the inside of his mouth in poor attempt to muffle himself. It feels like there’s a pool of lava in his belly and his legs won’t stop shaking.

“Good boy, that’s it,” when you start pumping your finger, Leviathan knows he’s done for. No one’s ever put their fingers there, no one, not even himself. Leviathan had always been too scared to even attempt, settling on the sloppy stroking of his cocks instead—and even then it never felt nearly as good as your minuscule touches had.

You're up to the second knuckle, a wet squelch every time you push back in. Leviathan's losing his mind, he’s a gross snotty mess and he can’t stop pushing down into your hand. His vent is sucking you in with an obscene wet sound, his hips pushing down into your hand, rutting desperately against your finger.

And then, you curl it, you crook your finger up and rub into a spongy little spot inside of him. Levi howls, his legs kick out and he squirms, thrashing in that beanbag chair. “Calm down, calm down, it’s ok,” you rub his soft belly with your unoccupied hand, making the bright decision to rub firmer against his sweet spot.

“Mommy, hic! mommy, mommy, so much- feels weird,” Levi’s thoroughly sobbing, shaky hands coming down to hold the one on his belly, his cocks dripping onto his stomach.

You gently work a second finger in and Levi croons at the stretch. You can already tell his vent isn’t made to take something too wide in girth, so you stick with two fingers—steadily pumping them up and into that favorite little spot of his. “Mommy found your good spot, huh? That’s it, guppy, keep making those pretty sounds.” You move a little quicker, leaning down to kiss the top of his trembling thigh- and Leviathan breaks.

He cums without warning, pupils slitting and dilating in fast repetition. Long streaks of white splatter against his chest, reaching up to his chin and lower lip. Both of his cocks are squirting, spiraling around each other and squeezing tight. Levi makes a face at the mess on his lower face though quickly takes more attention into your still moving fingers.

You're completely enamored with the way his hemipenes still drool, each press of your finger into his sweet spot milking another glob out of him. “Mommyyy, s’too much! I can’t, I-I can’t,”

“I’m stopping, guppy, it’s ok, breathe out for me,”

Leviathan obeys and breathes out an overwhelmed breath. You dislodge your fingers, his vent still trying to suck you in despite his own wishes. “There we go. You did so good!” You wipe your slick soaked fingers on your pants, sidling up next to him and cradling his head into your chest.

“Mommy, mommy,” he buries his face into your soft chest, grabbing onto your sides and digging his fingers into your skin. “There, there, Levi. Mommy’s here, mommy’s got you.”

Gently, so very gently, you stroke his hair. You spare a glance at his naked lower half; his sticky thighs and his clenching legs. He’ll have to take a bath before he can truly relax. Your thinking is cut short by a tug to your sleeve. “What..what about you?” Leviathan asks despite looking terrified by the very notion of trying to get you off.

“Oh, Levi, I’m just fine. In fact..” you brush his bangs up out of his face, tracing a line down his nose with your thumb. “I get off on making you feel good.”

“Mommy!” Levi yelps, hiding his burning face back into your chest.

You laugh, still petting his head. Next time, you can show him all he wants to know about making you feel good. But for now, it’s all about your little guppy.

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[neptunekawata]

souya is soooo cute…. im always thinkin abt him <33

id love to tease him sm and watch him beg for more but never giving him what he wants bcuz hes just too adorable like this… completely drunk on ur touch and can only make out the words “please” and jolting up when you touch the bulge underneath his pants <3 and when u finally give him what he wants he lets out the cutest whimpers and moans…

he’s such a pretty boy i love him