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if ur wondering why I'm churning out chapters: i am stuck in a camper with bugs of which i have a phobia. this is my personal hell and i cannot sleep. also got my period early.

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✧ in the making ✧

you and suna have always been THE duo. so what if he starts dating his volleyball manager? you were never meant to be that silly childhood friend trope... were you?

suna x fem! reader - intro, pt.1

tags: childhood friends to lovers, slowish burn, toxic relationship, angst, mostly fluff, oikawa #1 enabler, osamu #1 voice of reason, sakusa #1 idc

Logically you know you should mentally torture him. Also logically: free food. That is how you've ended up in his home and eating ramen. As if nothing weird happened. He just rambles on about something the twins did while your brain works overtime.

Until it breaks.

"So what was yesterday about?" Suna pauses, food raised mid way to his mouth. "Y'know, the whole 'shouldn't have come to you' thing?" A sick sort of satisfaction rises in you at seeing him cringe. He shifts forward and sets his bowl aside, eyes meeting yours to look genuinely apologetic.

"I know I was rude, like... really rude." His hand runs through his already tousled hair while you shovel noodles into your mouth to stop from gaping. "Last night I was upset, took it out on you. I shouldn't have." He inhales and fidgets with his bracelet, a gift you gave him on his last birthday.

"Rin, talk to me." You say softly, placing your bowl parallel to his.

It almost looks like he'll relent, until his phone dings. His shoulders visibly retighten and your heart simply aches. "I was overreacting, that's all." He mutters, dismissive to himself.

The rest of the night passes with light tension and his occasional zoning out, but you work harder than ever to bring him some form of peace. With the way he dozes off next to you, you think it may have helped.

THIS TEN LIMIT IS KILLING ME.

extras:

- rin is going through it behind the scenes

- I promise time is passing </3

- gc arguments are so common

- kiyoko has sent her dogs to genuinely attack rude ppl before

- you fell asleep in the blanket fort you built for him and cried in the popcorn

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✧in the making✧

you and suna have always been THE duo. so what if he starts dating his volleyball manager? you were never meant to be that silly childhood friend trope... were you?

suna x fem! reader - intro, pt.1, pt.2

tags: tags: childhood friends to lovers, slowish burn, toxic relationship, angst, mostly fluff, oikawa #1 enabler, osamu #1 voice of reason, sakusa #1 idc

"you sure you're good?" Osamu asks as you both walk in (late) to school, your uniform now slowly drying. You nod and plaster on a smile, used to that familiar ache by now.

"yeah! see you later, and thank you so so much!" Osamu chuckles at your energy and nods before walking off. The moment he's out of sight you slump against the wall and debate the merits of just skipping. "what is wrong with me.." you mutter, hands dragging down your face before patting your cheeks. "lock in."

Boys be damned, you will pass these classes no matter what! Even if said boy is more important than anyone in the history of ever- no. focus! friends don't lament over friends.

extra:

- osamu had a crush on kiyoko for like a month

- oikawa realized he was gay because of atsumu (his villain origin story)

- suna taught you to tie your shoes

- atsumu has undiagnosed dyslexia

- maru and suna have been dating for 2 months

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✧ in the making ✧

you and suna have always been THE duo. so what if he starts dating his volleyball manager? you were never meant to be that silly childhood friend trope... were you?

suna x fem! reader - pt. 1 pt.2

tags: childhood friends to lovers, slowish burn, toxic relationship, angst, mostly fluff, oikawa #1 enabler, osamu #1 voice of reason, sakusa #1 idc

cast:

extra:

- suna and you are the closest but things changed when maru happened

- sakusa is just. here

- mysterious beef w/ atsumu

- kiyoko and oikawa = biggest fanclub

- you were offered the manager position but decided to focus on your studies instead (rly u were avoiding the looming crush on suna)

- ngl both fumbled

- u made out w kiyoko once

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what if i start making smaus

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ten times out of ten i would rather share my country with immigrants who risked their lives to be here over self proclaimed fascists who seek to dismantle the constitution and it’s not even a hard decision if i’m honest

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OH MY SWEET MOTHER MARY AND JOSPEH HOLY MOLY WHAT THE FUCK RHANK YOU 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Nanami is here! I also struggle drawing him but I feel like I did him alright here! 🥸

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the lazy life ft. damian wayne

The first thing you feel is warm. Not the hot, sticky kind of warm that settles on top of your skin, uncomfortable and unbearable. No, this is the sweet kind of warm, one that feels like golden sunlight barely seeping in from behind dark and heavy curtains, one that feels like being cocooned in silk sheets that are already warm, one that feels like Damian's body heat pressed against your right side and the cool air flowing around your sleep-warm skin from the left. The perfect temperature.

You don't bother opening your eyes, enjoying the dark rusty orange that flickers behind your eyelids. Your hands find Damian's shoulder, or maybe it's his back. All of him feels the same, relaxed muscles and rough, scarred skin. You flop over on to your side, content to push your face into whatever part of his body you've found.

A sleepy second later, a hand has found its way into your hair, scratching slowly at your scalp. His nails are short, perfectly trimmed as usual, and the gentle scrape of them through your hair makes you want to curl up into a ball and sleep forever. You make an unintelligible noise that could be a garbled version of his name or some half-asleep attempt at appreciation. You don't know either.

He doesn't say anything back. You don't take offense. It's one of his rare days off from the hospital and he's never very talkative when he just wakes up. It's actually quite rare for you to wake up at around the same time that he does. Damian is.. meticulous, to say the least. He enjoys waking up with the sun and gping on 5AM runs and occasionally dragging you along with him (and then complaining about having to go at your "slow pace").

You're not insane, so you don't go on said runs usually, but that leads to missing out on a just-woken-up Damian Wayne. It's only due to this fact that you force your heavy eyes to open, sleep gunk sticking to the corners. You might've drooled throughout the night, but you don't really care. After all, Damian's seen you in far worse situations.

When your brain finally remembers vaguely how to function, he's not even looking at you. He's half-sitting, half-lying on the bed, pillows propped up against the headboard, head resting against them, neck at a bit of an awkward angle. His side profile is lit up by the barely risen sun, brown skin glowing like golden jewellery at sunset. His eyes are open, but barely, a sliver of emerald green visible. He doesn't seem to be very awake either, more like he's sleeping with his eyes open.

His fingers are still buried in your hair, petting you like it's a coping mechanism. You're not sure where your legs end and his begin, the both of you twisted and tangled in the sheets in some strange way that you'll never be able to replicate again. You make the brave decision of moving, dragging your arm away from his waist, up to his jaw.

"Hi Dami," you mumble with a lopsided smile. Green irises drift over in your direction when you clumsily tap his chin (you were aiming for his nose).

"Hello," he responds, so formal like the two of you aren't pressed up so close that your atoms could combine. You can't help but snort, quiet and ugly, but it's the worth the lilt of his mouth upwards into something that could almost be a grin.

He shifts then, rolling on to his side, his face inches from yours. It doesn't make you nervous like it would have a couple years ago. In fact, you feel comforted with him this close, even if his breath stinks and he accidentally bumped his nose into yours a couple times. His hand stays in your hair and he throws his other arm across your stomach. The golden band circling his ring finger glints in the tranquil sunlight.

"What? What's so funny?" There's a hint of white teeth in his smile and his tone is strangely soft, voice like honey.

"Your face," you grin right back at him. Your insult's a little immature, but your brain isn't functioning at full capacity right now, who can blame you?

"Your face is funnier." There's something playful and pretty glinting his slightly more open eyes now. The sun has grown stronger, streaming across his back and across your face. You squint and it's his turn to snort.

"Your face is ridiculous, actually." He corrects, like the stitching from the pillow isn't indented into his flushed cheek. You tell him as much and he makes his signature, "tt," sound, face on the verge of twisting into a scowl.

You poke the skin in between his eyebrows to stop the familiar furrow from forming. "You'll get wrinkles."

"You said wrinkles are sexy," he mumbles, pushing his face into your hand like a dog. His head dips down to the crook of your neck just so he can bury his face there. His hand is still scratching circles into your scalp, making your brain buzz with a pleasant fog.

"That was like a week ago." You mutter, eyes about to slip closed again. He doesn't bother responding, his hand stilling in your hair. You think he might be asleep again. After pressing a lazy kiss to his forehead, it's not long before you follow him into the world of cotton and dreams.

can u tell i didnt know how to end this

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「 DON'T GET THE DOOR 」

OLDER!CLINGY!DAMIAN WAYNE X F!READER

★ SYNOPSIS: After days of being too busy to be intimate with you, Damian's finally got you propped up on the kitchen island, sweet and like putty in his hands, when a sudden knock sounds at the door... and he absolutely refuses to let you go and answer it.

★ TAGS: damian is 18+, suggestive content, nothing too much—just making out, and a bit more, damian is physically incapable of keeping his hands off you, srsly babe wtf did you do to him, dick and jason cameo at the end

★ A/N: just some dami hating everyone but you action 🤭 enjoy trying to get him off you lmao

line divider by @cafekitsune

Damian's gaze is heavy as it runs all over you, soaking you in with an intensity that makes you squirm on the counter, the marble cool against your bare thighs.

His hands are firm on your waist, sitting there like that's where they're meant to be—like they know no place else—as his chest moves to press up against your own, and his body stands situated right between your thighs, hot and present.

"I've missed you, Habibti," he whispers after a beat of just staring, and it comes out breathless, framed a little by disbelief, like he just can't fathom you're actually there.

You can only squirm in response, eyes ready to move to the side in all their bashful glory—when he ushers them back to him, fingers gentle against your chin.

"I've barely seen you these past few days—and now that I can, you choose to hide from me?"

You blink back at him, eyes wide and head shaking from side-to-side to convey what you can't with words, what you can't under the intensity of his gaze.

He hums, and he's so close now, so within kissing distance, that his breath fans over your face, minty and fresh, begging and pleading.

You don't even realise the way your lids grow heavy until it takes only half the time it usually does to shut them, until you're leaning forward and eager to meet him halfway as it registers to you just how much you've missed his touch.

Damian receives you with open arms, lips pressing against your own as he further pushes himself against you, hands now curling around your waist instead of situated at its sides.

All you can breathe is the scent of nature and cologne, drowning in all that is him until your head grows dizzy and your body begins to shake, until you're suffocating in heat and pounding need.

He kisses you like he's running out of time to, like at any minute, he'll be forced to pull away, hungry and desperate and left with an ache near impossible to fill.

He also kisses you like he has all the time in the world to, like he's taking in a piece of art, studying every inch until he has it etched into his mind forever.

It's too much—it's not enough—and you're left a panting mess when he pulls away, the air hot and heavy and seeping so much steam it practically fogs up your vision.

"Dami..."

He hums, lips now on your neck, having moved there as soon as he pulled away as though incapable of truly ever leaving you.

Your fingers move to card through his hair, and he groans right into your skin, just above a vein, sending a vibration straight through your body.

God, the moment is just so perfect, and you've just been so starved for attention, and everything in the world seems to just be going so right, that it feels wrong, like something will happen to ruin it all.

Something like a knock at your door.

At first, you think you're imagining it, because Damian continues to litter your skin with kisses like nothing's happened, his hands even beginning to roam beneath the hem of your shirt, touch light against your skin.

But then you hear it again, louder this time, and you're sure that it's real.

But Damian acts like it isn't.

His hands continue tracing patterns into your skin, lips painting your neck like it's one of his canvases as he worships you with all the devotion of a man begging for his life.

It's only when a third knock, even harder and louder than the former two, sounds from the door that he shows even a hint of acknowledgement, fingers digging into your sides, but not enough to hurt, your Damian would never hurt you.

"Damian!" a voice calls from the other side of the door, deep and insistent, "I know you're in there! Open up!"

"Would you be quiet?" another hisses right after, "People are looking."

You blink, pulling back a little, only for your boyfriend to chase after you.

Another knock at the door.

Damian growls into your skin just as you call softly, "Dami."

"Ignore those two idiots," he scoffs out with all the vitriol of a man wronged, one starved of something he's needed for far too long. "They'll leave eventually."

You nod, readily and easily because you don't particularly care for answering the door either. Not when he's holding you so sweet, and kissing you so right, and loving you like you're the only thing in his sight.

And you practically are with how he devours you, biting and sucking as he tastes you enough to shoot tingles down your spine and flood your veins with heat.

"Maybe he's not home," one of the two voices says, and you're just lucid enough to recognise it as Jason's.

"Oh he's home alright," the other responds, and you're quick to find that it's Dick.

But then all your lucidity washes out your veins because Damian's fingers start to crawl up your skin, and you're parting your lips to warn him with another call of his name.

"Dami—"

"Shh," he hushes you gently, and you know he doesn't mean it, soft and reverent as his hand reaches up to play with the band of your bra, lifting and snapping it back in place to send a jolt down your spine.

Your eyes dart to his, a heat pooling low in your stomach, and he simply meets your gaze with his own hooded one.

Then he moves to capture your lips again, and you're moaning low against his mouth, lips parting just a brief amount to let him in, when another huge bang slams against your door.

You pull back with a frantic, "Coming!"

Damian is already moving to try and capture your lips again, but you shut him down immediately, hands pressed firmly against his chest.

"Damian."

He growls, cursing beneath his breath in Arabic as he lingers a second longer, fingers curling against your skin. But he does ultimately let go, backing away enough to leave you room to hop off the counter, but not enough so that you can't feel the heat of him against you once you do.

And as you make your way towards the door, Damian follows right after, a shadow to his light, a knight to his princess.

A boyfriend to his girlfriend.

You swing open the door to two figures stood on the other side, both who you suspected them to be, wide-eyed and blinking as though they never thought you'd answer.

"Finally," Dick whines, lips jutted in a pout before they tug back up, flashing you one of his signature charming smiles. "Hey [Name]! Think Jason and I could crash—?"

"No."

A rush of wind flies over your face, the door to your apartment slamming shut before your very eyes to leave you dazed and a tad confused for a second.

Then a pair of arms wrap right around your waist, and that same voice that rejected the two brothers at your door is whispering right against your ear, hot and heavy, "Now... where were we?"

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You keep forgetting to take your meds and it drives Zayne up the wall sometimes. He's texted you reminders, set alarms, left them out in the open, left sticky notes - and you still only sometimes remember to take them. He knows it, too. When he comes home and asks if you remembered to take your meds and that guilty look forms on your face

So it's about time he takes things into his own hands

"Love, come here," he calls from the bathroom

When you get there, you see him with your pill bottle, gently tapping one of the pills into his palm. He looks at you from the corner of his eye and you just know you're in trouble. You reach for it, but he pulls his hand away

He steps close to you, crowding into your space until you share breaths. "You need to take your medicine," he says softly

You watch in awe, throat going dry, as he shows you him placing the pill on his tongue. His hand cups your cheek, and he kisses you hard

He coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, his other hand caressing your throat and thumbing at your jaw. You let him in with a moan, meeting his tongue with yours. You can feel the pill as it shifts from his tongue into your mouth. This tiny little thing that you're careful not to choke on

He pulls away, but his thumb holds your jaw to keep your mouth open. His eyes are fixated on your mouth, on the gloss of your lips, on the strands of spit that connect you both

You hold onto his sides, fingers digging into his shirt, little by little pulling it free from his trousers. And Zayne - gods, you're going to lose your mind. He gathers his own spit. His eyes lock on yours when he closes to space and spits into your mouth, hot and sticky. His breaths are heavy when he uses his hold to close your mouth

"Swallow," he commands

It's barely enough liquid, but your desire to do as he says and please him outweighs that. You use his spit to help the glide as you force yourself to swallow it down without gagging. His thumb traces your Adam's apple, feeling it bob as you do. You open your mouth, tongue sticking out, to show him that you've done as he asked

He sighs, part relief and part arousal. "Good girl/boy," he breathes. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as he kisses you again, as what was supposed to be a quick method of getting you to take your meds became far more heated and addicting than he could have predicted

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EXCUSE ME ??? XAVIER WHAT

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donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time

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is anybody else having an issue where when pressing "see more" on mobile, every single recommended post at the end of the original post expands? Like, EVERY SINGLE ONE. it's so annoying help me.

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XAVIER CAME HOME 2ND PULL 🤍 rafayel ur next or istgs.

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Ever since i was a little girl i knew i never wanted to be pregnant

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FIRST EVER CALEB CARD AND ITS A 5 🫡🤍🤍🤍

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