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syndrmes · 2 months

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symbol pack + emoji combos

Nerdy:

🍎✿⃘໋ׅ 🍀 ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞° 🌀◍*⃝̥★།།ᬼ ͓͡• (☉-⚆) 𑜞᭠⬤ᰯུ ᬊ 💬ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢ ⚈้♻️̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ໂ‧͡‧⒅𝄢۫🌐 👔 ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞ြ░🥭ᬽ 𖥔ᬽ🔠💬 ➥2𝓞𝓞6.jpeg Ⓝⓔⓡⓓ ◍*⃝̥❤︎ 🏈#͢𝓞6🗒️᭪ᬻ✏️ ꦽ⬮ ᬼ˖͢ ✹ 𝓝erd! ᮫͙ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ 💾 연세𝓲D™ © #MySpace™ 🖥️ ◌◍ 👔 ۪۪ 🍎 ᬽ🛜 ⑱ ⓲ 🅽🅴🆁🅳 Student 𝓲D ⏱️❤︎ ̮͡ू⃞⃯💾 ᬽ 🍎᭪ᬻ 𓈒ིུ❀👔 ⃨۪۪̃۟⬤🧳 𖣠͢Zzzz… ྀི ͟͟❘❙❚❙#Study 𝒮eouꪶ 🌿🗒️͟͟❘❙ ⃨̃ ᭂ ⓲살ུ ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨ ͢ #⃝Nerdy⟡Girl ♪ ˖◛ 🐻⬮ ᬼ ˖ ြ░ (✱✱✱) ้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ཻུ͎ ▞ြ░ Ⓡ𝒾GiNAL ‘🌀⃜⃞ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ͢ ㉈:⩇⩇AM

🍏💭📖 🖍️🗓️📒 💬📘✏️ 🐶📖🍎

⌨️📓🖇️ 🚸📙🖍️ 🏫💭🖌️ 🤓💬🍏

🏀🖥️🎒 🛜🍏🖱️ 📋🚸🎶 🖥️💭📘

Dark:

❙⬮⃨۪̃۟⬤⌚️ ᰮᬺᬸ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ⡷⃨ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ 🌺 𒈔 ꦽ⬮ ᬼ ᮫͙ 📓🌳⒅ བྷ།ᬼ

🔮🌋 ⃝̥★།། ຶ⵿ ཀ ⓱+ ▬̸̎͞ ▂▃ ᬼ ͓͡• 🌅 ⬮ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ✿ ❙⬮⃨̃l۪۪ ▞⃨۪۪̃۟⬤ ཻུ͎ 𒈔 ⃘໋ׅ .. བྷ ᬼ ̳͟͞͞ ⚔️░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🃏ᬊཻུ۪۪ ြ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗໋ׅ🎍 🪙˖◌ ꦽ ̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿"♰𖥔ᬽ™ 🎋 𑜞᭄ೃㅤ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ᜴꤬⬚͒❀ 𝕱i͟n͟a͟l͟ 📌⚖️ 𖣠͢🧳 ᬽ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ ̳͟͞͞✿ ིུ͠⠀ ◌◍ᬊཻུ۪۪ ◍*⚰️⃝̥🎻 ♥️🪦🩻᜴꤬⬚͒ 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ 𒅒 ൃ ̮͡𑁍ུ 🚟 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ͚ᬼ 𖣁͙᭰͒̑͡ ᭊ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ ᭂ ⚈🚞🚧้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ྀ ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ㅤㅤʕ•͓͡•ʔ 𓍢ִ໋🀦 𖠋 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𖤛 ᬊཻུ۪۪ ြ⌚️☎️ ⚘( ၴႅၴ ᛝ ྀི ໒ྀི ℘† ❙⬮ 𓏵 ⃨۪̃۟⬤ᬊ ̸⃨▬̸⃨ ིུ ⠀ 📮🎴 ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰͟͟͟͟͟♥︎̼̻ ˘˖ 𑜞♻️ 𝕳a͟u͟n͟t͟e͟d͟ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗໋ׅ 🧳𖣁͙᭰͒̑͡𖣠 ⃘໋ׅ 🌋 𒈔ାୁ ̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ༑𓈒̩̩͙༑ ⃟͚̊✿♩ །ື̤ ᭄ᬽ ⟡˖ ۪۟◍𝓢oju ❀⚔️▞ ཻུ͎ ✴︎ ᬽ𝓢P𝒾R𝒾T❚❙❘ བྷ།ᬼ𖡄̽ᭂ ❊ ̭͡░°🥥‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ⃟͚̊❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡ ̮͡ू⃞⃯ ̳͟͞͞,𖥔 𖣠͢░⃕⃝▞ 🌺 ⃟͚̊❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♫ུ᳝᳜᳝

🩻💭⌚️ 🔔🪙📌 🌳🌋💭 🔮⚖️🌺

🕷️⛓️‍💥🕸️ 🎋⚰️🎴 💭🚧🕸️ 🩻🌳🚟

⚰️⚖️📮 🪦🌋📓 ⚰️🕸️🕷️ ⛓️‍💥🌺🎋

Soft:

𓈒̩̩͙ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ🌴 ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̥✿‧̥˚̩̩̥·‧̥·̊‧̥❤︎ ♬ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞ြ░🐻‍❄️🌐ᭊ ᬊ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ✿⃘໋ׅ ᜴꤬⬚͒ 🛬 𝓜rs. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა ⁺‧͙❤︎ ㇏ 8t͟e͟e͟n͟ ݁ ൃ ̮͡🐶 ⌨️⟢ ˖◛ .🍼 . ݁ 𐒘𝛠 ⊹ ֗𓈀 🩰 ⟡ ˖͢ #⃝ ❝ D♡LL❤︎ ❞ 👚🐰⊹˚˖ ۪ܺׄᣟ݂ ໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა 🐰 ❤︎ ₊ ֗ 𓈃 ⌨️⟢🍀 ˖͢ #⃝ ུ2O͟O6 ❤︎𝄢۫ ◍*⃝̥ ⬮ ❤︎ ̮͡ू⃞⃯

*˚⁺‧͙˚◌ 🪽 ⟡₊🥨⊹ 🍦.. 🛬 ⓘit-girl🥯ㅤㅤ𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ2𝓞𝓞6 ❥ ାୁ ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ͢ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ ᨶᯃྀི✿ 🐶๋ ❜୧ (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)ུ ᬊ C◍*⃝̥kie ͟ ♥︎̼ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒 d͟a͟l͟g͟i 🍀 ໑ৎ ׁ 𖥔 🥐۪ܺׄ™ ׅ♡ ◍*⃝̥ 𖥔 𝒟♡⃝llSite… ▞ ۪۪ ❤︎ ⊹ 👱🏻‍♀️ 𓈃❛⃯ ྀི ✿⃬⃝ ུ ຼ ❤︎ ໋𓈒🌸 🐩˖ ࣪⊹♥︎ ❤︎ ̮͡ *️⃣ ⬮⬤ᰯུ bl♡⃝g ⃝onꪶine ❤︎ 𐂯🥛 ͢ℳuñeca

🐼*️⃣🌸 🍉💭🐶 🍡🕒🥟 🛫☁️🌴

🥖🐨🧇 👼🏻🍀🍼 👛🐼⭐️ 💅🏻🍈🎀

🥨💭🍴 🍰🫐🍥 🕒🍀🛫 📦🐰🌸

Tropical:

ြ◗⿴🌴🐠ㅤ𓄼░ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ 🌼⃝˚ ᭊㅤ♡⃟🍈🥯❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫여름𝒮un ⃘𐇽 ◍*⃝̥🐠▞ြ░🍹⟡˖͢ ▞ ུ۪۪𝒾sland˖🌺ࣺ˖̑͡ ᭄ᬽ🪸 ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ൃུㅤ♫ 🥭𖣠͢ 𝓣r✿pical ᬽ ₊ ֗𓊔 ྀི𓈒 ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞▞ ~ 𓇼𖣠͢░⃕⃝▞ 𝒮un ♪𓈒ིུ❀ 🏝️🫧 ╲╱👕𝔅reeze~ ̩̥‧🌊 ❛、໋🌿 ͟͟❘❙ ⃨̃ ᭂ 🏖️❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡ ░ 🪼⡷ᅟᅟᅟ⓲살ུ👙 ཻུ͎ ཐི ຶ⵿ᩤ᭔ 𓆉 𝒪𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 ᣞ 𓏸 ݁ ◍₊ ྀི𓈒 •ﻌ• ፝⃟⃰⃰༽🌊 ུ♪ᭂ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏🥭ໂ‧͡‧⒅𝄢۫🌐 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ *⃝̥᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ᭊ

🐚🐠☁️ 👕🌴💭 🥭🌊🐚 🌺🪸🐠

⛱️🌊🐼 🐡🐚🌺 🪼🗒️☀️ 🧃🕒🍹

🥥*️⃣🌴 🗒️🍀🌊 🐠⛱️🪼 📦☁️🛫

Kaomoji’s:

(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀⸝⸝⸝)ෆ(„• ᴗ •„) ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (*≧ω≦*) 𐃆 ˒˒( ◍′༥‵*◍)ŧ‹"ŧ‹" (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) ꉂ( ˃ᴗ˂ )ᵎᵎᵎ ( ˃̵⌓˂̵) .ᐟ.ᐟ ⸜( ◜࿁◝ )⸝ﾔｯﾀｱ-!! (๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾ (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) (๑>؂•̀๑) ‎´ސު｀ʺ̢͈̗̋ •᷊᷄ṏ̮•᷊᷅ ˵̡̖̎̏⁝ °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞° (☉-⚆) \(^ヮ^)/ („ಡωಡ„) (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ (눈_눈) (」°ロ°)」 o(>< )o ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶ (╬ Ò﹏Ó) (≖､≖╬) ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶ 凸( ` ﾛ ´ )凸 (ಡ‸ಡ) (っ˘̩╭˘̩)っ(·•᷄‎𐃷•᷅ ) (-ω-、) ＼(º □ º l|l)/ Σ(°△°|||)︴(-_-;)・・・Σ(°ロ°) ヾ(・ω・*) (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ (^ω~) (>ᴗ•) ´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ` /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ =^‥^= =^･ｪ･^= ʕ (´(ｴ)ˋ ) ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ U・ᴥ・U ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ •ﻌ• ·ᴥ· ᵔⰙᵔ ა⁩≽^•⩊•^≼ ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ ꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა ૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *) (=🝦 ༝ 🝦=) ʕ; •`ᴥ•´ʔ Σʕﾟᴥﾟﾉʔﾉ “φʕ•ᴥ•oʔ ʕ*ﾉᴥﾉʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔσ” ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ ʕノ)ᴥ(ヾʔ ʕ/ ·ᴥ·ʔ/ ʕ　·ᴥ·ʔ ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ ╲ʕ·ᴥ·╲ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ʕ•㉨•ʔ

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bizbat · 6 months

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can you PLEASE write jason coming to you instead of anyone else. like i need that sooo bad please :)))

p.s i love your writing soo much. youre so talented, i am constantly giggling as i read

Always You . . .

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Jason Todd x Reader

~ Reader's appearance is not described

~ Wc: 1.086 K

~ This took forever omg, but yesterday I got food poisoning so I finally got some time to write this. Not my proudest work but wtv.

~ You can find more of my works here.

Above all else, he'll always come to you.

Contrary to popular belief, Jason Todd can be gentle. You've seen it, in the way he slowly flips through whatever book he's reading so you can read it over his shoulder, or how his fingers softly caress your thigh when you're seated beside him as if you're made of glass, or in the warm way he smiles whenever Damian says something the reminds him he's a child.

He's gentle now too, his head resting in your lap, his shirt torn and soaked in what's now dried blood. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you promised you'd watch over him while he slept, just in case something went wrong and he choked on his own blood or vomit.

You had that same nausea when he first came to your apartment at five in the morning, the bile rising in your throat at the smell of metal and the sight of blood gushing out of his gaping-

Just remembering is enough to keep you awake.

It . . . hurts, for many reasons, knowing that he puts his own life in danger for people he doesn't even know. You don't know why he does it, all you know is that for the next week and a half, he'll take a break to let his stitches heal at least a little bit. It's never enough, though. He'll crawl back to you in a few weeks, a sheepish smile on his face and his stitches popped open.

You'll roll your eyes but you always fix them for him. It's become a routine. Not one you're exactly fond of, but a routine nonetheless. It gives you something to look forward to. Sometimes it doesn't feel fair. The fact that he's always on the brink of death when you see him, that he's always covered in scars and wounds and gashes, and above all that, the fact that he only seems to come to you to sew a bullet hole shut or wrap a broken arm.

It does get exhausting, but who are you to complain. At least he trusts you, that's what you tell yourself. He comes to you because you're the only person he lets get that close to him these days, because you're the only person who won't chew his ear off. All things you've told yourself. He comes to you because maybe, possibly, potentially, somewhere deep deep inside, he loves you. That's your favorite excuse.

"You're really pretty, have I ever told you that?" You're so deep in thought you don't even realize those deep cerulean blue eyes are now studying your contemplative expression. When you calm your beating heart you turn your gaze back to his. "I thought you were sleeping?" "I was," He wraps his arm back around your waist, holding himself closer to you. "But you were tuggin' on my hair."

You hadn't even realized you'd been running your fingers through his hair until he pointed it out, though at some point in your thoughts it seems your hands had begun twisting around the raven locs. Upon said realization you immediately pull your hand away, only for him to reach out and pull it right back. "I didn't mind it that much doll." His smirk is enough to clear your mind.

He slowly rises from his position, moving to sit beside you, resting most of his weight on your shoulder with a groan. His hand reaches to his side, where a particularly nasty gash resided, thankfully sewn shut by you. Once the pain subsides he moves his hand to check your handy work. "Not bad, not bad at all." He turns that stupid smile back to you and it fries your brain. "Getting better and better every time."

It does make you smile. You weren't always so good at fixing him up. He'd come in almost every night needing you to patch him back up. It took awhile for you to be able to get him back in shape so fast. "Jay," A long while, actually. "I . . . I've been wondering?" You slowly proposition him. "Yeah? About what?" He is genuinely curious, and he knows that look on your face. He sits up, taking his weight off of you and resting against the arm of the couch.

"Just-nevermind, actually. It's stupid." You hold your hands in your lap. "It's not." He hates when you do that. When you shut yourself down before he even gets a chance to answer. "Ask me, I won't be mad." He leans in closer, his hand on your knee, and he strokes it how he always does. It takes a second to gain back your confidence. "Why-why do you always come to me when you're hurt? I just mean wouldn't it be better to go to Bruce, or Alfred, or I don't know, a doctor?"

The only thing worse than his smile is his laugh. Like an icy breeze on a hot summer's day, or a dark cold wave crashing down on a yellow beach. It warms your heart and makes you feel stupid for asking in the first place, all at the same time. "Why would I go to any of them? I like you." He likes you!!! You were right!!! "Because I'm not a professional. I can barely give you stitches, I don't know what I'd do if you were-if you," The quiver in your voice breaks his heart.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. "You don't need to worry about that. It's never gonna happen," He grabs your chin between his forefinger and his thumb and brings your gaze to his. "You take care of me, too much for me to be risky about that." You think you believe him, especially when he presses a kiss to your lips. Though you've tasted it a thousand times, you still wince at the taste of blood still clinging to his chapped lips.

He laughs when you grimace. "Sorry," He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He's quiet for a bit after that, silent as he holds you. Before too long he speaks again, breaking the, admittedly, uncomfortable silence. "I . . . I dunno why I always come to you. I guess I just . . . like it here. I like you." He's not looking at you when he says it, but you know he's being honest, and knowing him, he's understating.

It's enough for you, at least until next time. You relax into his body, satisfied. "I like you too Jaybird. I like you a lot."

#bizbat #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood

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wallcrawld · 1 year

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ARCHETYPE QUIZ

CAREGIVER ( 48 % ) — friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the caregiver finds their reward in helping others. no one could ask for a better best friend.

INTELLECTUAL ( 26 % ) — the Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

ADVOCATE ( 26 % ) — the advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. in the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

tagged by : @vicioushope TYYYYY tagging : @konagakure , @gardiennes , @gwenbiote , @appleyed , @kcrclrezni , @eideticspider , @leatherforhell , @lapinecide and you !!

#“finds their reward in helping others” SOOO true #🕸️ ･ﾟ* dash games #🕸️ ･ﾟ* study

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astrodescent · 10 months

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astro observations pt.2 🕸️🪽🦇

aquarius mercuries are always asking people questions about themselves, but not always because they care - it’s to study them

i’m envious of sagittarius mercuries because y’all can ponder things but you’re okay with not getting a definitive answer

pisces / aquarius don’t reply not because they hate you, we just have escapist tendencies

virgo mercuries can be a little annoying when explaining something to them, because they always find a fault in any situation.

scorpio placements have parents who had suffered, either while they were pregnant or after the child was born.

sagittarius mars / 9H always have the best philosophies that they live by

say what you want about virgo venus natives but no one is gonna take care of you like them

“teen degrees” (13°-19°) in astrology, usually indicate some sort of transformation and learning experience that manifests within the placement

i’ve noticed that venus ruled or dominant placements have a pink undertone and mostly have pink / green auras

planets in angular houses (1H,4H,7H,10H) are usually important to the foundation of a person in a chart

saturn conjunct sun can indicate ocd

leo moons sidereal cancer moons cause drama and then victimize themselves when it turns back to them

aquarius / sagittarius in a chart can make someone VERY blunt especially when mad

#astrology #houses #sidereal astrology #aquarius #aries #astro observations #astrology 101 #tropical astrology #astro notes #scorpio #pisces #astrologer #aspects #degrees in astrology #saturn conjunct sun

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venbyte · 11 months

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M, Z

yet another a-z smut headcanon prompt / accepting.

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

masturbation is definitely something that is part of sex for miguel, it's something he could and would do during sex, or i should say before the actual fucking. but he much prefers watching his partner masturbate, he finds it incredibly attractive to see how they pleasure themselves, the vulnerability that comes with it as they're showing him what they do and also getting lost in the feeling. he doesn't mind being watched but he much prefers to be focusing his attention on his partner.

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

his favourite places to be touched is honestly along his neck, sides, thighs and his back. some less obvious places than others would also be his hands, it's not necessarily something that is sexual in any way, he just also likes it when people play with his hands, especially considering everyone is usually smaller than him and so it's oddly cute. places he hates being touched though.. hm.. his feet, do not touch his feet.

#🕸️ ˖˙ i don't always like what i have to do ― ❪ study ❫#nsft

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 4 months

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Omg, imagine like, you and wanda together, in college, you have this test you have to study for, but your really struggling, but wanda decides to be a nice mommy and sits you on her lap as you have your stuff infront of you, shes trying to teach your dumb slutty brain but its not working so she pulls her strap out and makes you cockwarm it and says something like ”if you get a question right, youll be allowed to move, but only for a little” and like keeps your hips steady as the both of you study. You do this until you feel like you know everythign and she decides to give you a reward by pounding you into the table and makes you cum as many times as you want 😋

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Oh i would NOT be able to study after that omg that would backfire bc I would just be all fuzzy brained and begging her to fuck me...

I am thinking THOUGHTS tho about this concept

"Focus, baby."

The words are mumbled against your neck as Wanda softly kisses it, her arms wrapped around your hips, holding you still. You fight the urge to grind down, her strap buried inside you, your arousal leaking around it.

You whine slightly, her vanilla scent pulling you further into that fuzzy headspace you find yourself in whenever she's around you. You attempt to focus, numbers seemingly floating off the page as you grip your pencil.

"Answer the question, sweetheart. If you get it right, Mommy will let you fuck yourself on her strap for a few seconds." Wanda says, and you feel her smiling against your neck.

Nodding, you try and ignore her as her tongue begins making a trail up your neck. Your pencil shakes in your grasp as you begin to work out the problem, mind bouncing between the math in front of you, and the woman holding you.

You're acutely aware of the thick strap moving slightly inside you as Wanda adjusts her grip, and you breathe in deeply. You're almost done with the problem, just a few... more... numbers.

"Got it!" You exclaim, twisting to look at Wanda as she studies the problem in front of her.

"Good job, darling." She turns towards you, green eyes shining. You glance down, her lips inches from yours. You want to taste her. Leaning in, you press your lips against her soft ones, a moan escaping her as she slides her lips against yours.

"Go on," She mumbles into the kiss, "Fuck yourself for me."

You whimper, relief flooding you as she helps you move your hips. You fuck yourself slowly, pleasure igniting deep inside you as you move yourself up and down on her strap. You can feel your wetness smearing over your inner thighs and on Wanda's lap, but can't bring yourself to care too much.

God, it feels so... fucking... good...

"Stop."

You still at the command, breaths shaky as you fight the urge to move your hips. The strap is once against buried inside you, and your pleasure dims to a low simmer.

Wanda's lips are back on your neck, and you groan at the sensation. She chuckles, "Next problem baby. We're going to keep playing this little game until you've finished all your work."

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I need someone to do this to me ugh it would keep me motivated and also fuzzy brained so its a two-for-one deal tbh

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c-cobweb · 4 months

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be a FREAK like me too

warnings: +18 mdni!, smut, pwp, fem!virgin!reader, make out, age gap (not specified but everyone is over 18), fingering.

a/n: inspired by this edit i’d made. pd: english is not my first lenguage!

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Your life was monotonous and boring, with strict parents who only let you leave the house for college things and no little siblings to play with. Everything was like that until one day the circus of monstrosites arrived in the city, and your father decided to take you and your mother to see what show they could offer.

Excited, you dressed in a beautiful white dress with pink flowers that they gave you for your 18th birthday, you subtly made up with a pink eye shadow and a gloss on your lips, you were ready to go out.

. . .

You got out of your father’s car and looked around, both excited and scared of what could happen there.

“Come on, honey, or we’ll be late,” your mother warned you while she and your father were starting to walk towards the circus.

You ran after them until you reached them and got by their side. Once inside the circus you were amazed, everything was full of colours and lights, the typical circus music sounded in the background while children rode the attractions, you were fascinated.

You approached the entrance of the tent of the show, your father paid for the tickets and you sat in the front row to be able to see the spawns up close.

. . .

The show was halfway through and everything was spectacular, you were delighted with those people with deformities. Everything was going perfectly until Jimmy Darling, the lobster boy, appeared on stage.

You were damned with his beauty, so much so that you overlooked the deformity of his hands. He began his monologue as usual and at one point you clashed looks, making him wink and make you blush, you just wish your parents hadn’t realised.

. . .

At the end of the performance everyone got up from the seat and left the tent, including you and your family. You escaped for a moment saying that you would go to the bathroom to actually go in search of that handsome boy who had darned you with his charms.

After a couple of minutes looking for him, you found him about to enter his caravan and accelerated the pace until you reached him.

“Mr. Darling?” You said once you were behind him, touching his shoulder to get his attention. He turned confused about who was calling him until he saw you and smiled.

“Oh, you, you’re the girl in the front row, right? What’s your name?” He said and you nodded your head, telling him your name.

“I just wanted to tell you that I loved your show, it was wonderful” you smiled cheerfully as you put your hands behind your back.

“You’re such a sweetheart. No girl had come before after a performance to congratulate me,” he replied winking at you once again, making you blush and look the other way briefly.

“Well, just... just wanted to tell you that. I’m leaving now” you said goodbye with your hand and turned around to go back to your parents.

“Wait!” You heard Jimmy’s voice behind you and turned your head to look at him “Is it okay if we see each other someday?”

You were very excited when he asked you that, you were excited to be able to spend more time with him.

“Of course yes,” you replied with a wide smile.

“Perfect, is it okay if we meet in the ‘Coffee and Jhons’ cafeteria? It’s a good place to see each other” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

In your head you were already making a plan to be able to leave the house without your parents knowing that you were going to see a boy, much less could they know that that boy was a spawn.

“Okay, I’ll see you there tomorrow at 12 am?” You said this time with a small smile.

. . .

You had deceived your parents by saying that you were going to your friend Alice’s house to study when you were actually about to reach your meeting point with Jimmy.

Your stomach was full of butterflies, you had never lied to your parents before, much less to go see a boy. But it wasn’t just any boy, it was Jimmy Darling.

You entered the cafeteria and looked around you until you found Jimmy sitting on one of the stools at the bar, waiting for you. You approached him from behind and touched his shoulder making him turn around.

“Hello Jimmy” You greeted with a small smile, you were very nervous.

“Hi darling” He said grabbing your hand and leaving a kiss on it, to which in response your cheeks were coloured.

When he saw how you blushed, Jimmy smiled from ear to ear making his cheekbones stand out. You sat on the stool next to him and asked for a cherry coke to drink and a cupcake, while he asked for a beer.

You immediately realised the leather gloves that covered his hands, and you frowned confused. “Why are you wearing those gloves?” You asked delicately, without wanting to offend him.

“Well, as you know, I have lobster hands and many people could be scared to see them,” he replied while still smiling.

You took one of his hands and stroked it over the glove. “I’m not scared of your hands” you said as you looked him in the eyes with a soft smile, which warmed his heart.

. . .

It had already been several weeks since your secret meeting with Jimmy, and you did not stop running away from home to go see him at any time. This time he had rented a motel room just for the two of you. Were you nervous? Yes, and a lot.

You stalled through the window of your room and ran down the street where Jimmy was waiting for you with his motorcycle.

“Hello, darling,” he said when you rode behind him on the motorcycle and grabbed his waist so you didn’t fall. “Ready to go?”

The road to the motel was quiet, it was night so there were not many people on the street and you could enjoy a small walk before reaching your destination.

You entered the reception of the motel and Jimmy asked for the key to your room and then go to the elevator to go to your room.

“You look beautiful today, more than usual” He said while the elevator doors closed.

“Thank you very much,” you answered with a smile while blushing, his flirtatious comments always made you blush.

He approached you and placed one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, curiously today he was not wearing his leather gloves. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in a whisper as he brought his face closer to yours, to which you nodded.

He kissed your lips gently, he knew it was your first kiss and didn’t want to scare you. You corresponded to the kiss, nervous but excited.

The elevator doors opened, this time leaving you on the floor of your room. Jimmy slowly separated from you, “Come on” said as he grabbed your hand and guided you to the room.

Once inside the room he closed the door and kissed you again, but this time with more passion. You opened your eyes surprised at his action, you didn’t expect such a hungry kiss after that sweet kiss he had given you minutes ago.

He guide you to the bed, making you both sit on it while you were still kissing. You followed the kiss shyly until you gained more confidence, that’s when Jimmy licked your lower lip to ask for permission and be able to put his tongue in your vocal cavity, which you agreed to.

Your tongues were dancing inside your mouths in a heated and exciting kiss. Jimmy grabbed your shoulders and gently pushed you until your back collided with the bed mattress, leaving you lying down.

His large fused hands walked through your body being careful not to touch any inappropriate place until it reached your waist, stopping there and separating slightly from the kiss. “Is everything okay?” He asked looking into your eyes to make sure you were comfortable.

“Yes Jimmy, I’m great” You confirmed with a smile as you rested one of your hands on his cheek and raised your head to kiss him again.

He reciprocated the kiss gladly and his hands moved around your body again, this time leaving them right on your thighs and putting them a little under your dress. His thumbs drew small figures on your inner thighs while his hands moved very slowly — so as not to alarm you — towards your centre.

When the tips of his fingers grazed your underwear you shuddered and separated from the kiss, looking at Jimmy a little scared.

“Shh, don’t worry, darling” He tried to reassure you as he lowered his kisses to your neck and hid his face there. “Can I?” He asked as he wrapped his fingers in the strip of your panties, to which you nodded.

He slowly lowered the garment down your legs, caressing them in the process. “Tell me, honey, have you ever touched yourself down there?” He asked by taking his face out of your neck to look into your eyes with a smile on his face.

“Yes, but only a couple of times” You replied embarrassed as you looked away from him, to which Jimmy laughed.

“It’s fine. Does it bother you if I touch you?” You bit your lower lip repressing a smile at how understanding and respectful he was.

“Yes, please touch me” You begged slightly as you looked at him again with big and bright eyes.

Jimmy did not hesitate to start caressing your clit with two of his fused fingers to prepare you, to which you covered your mouth with both hands to repress the sounds that threatened to come out of your throat.

“Oh, pretty girl, let those beautiful sounds come out, I want to hear you moan” He said without any qualms making you blush, but you listened to him and took your hands away from your face.

His fingers went from caressing your clit to surrounding your entrance, which made you let out a little gasp. “Jimmy...” you whispered as your breathing agitated.

“Are you ready?” He asked leaving a small kiss on your cheek, you nodded and he began to put his fused fingers through your entrance very delicately so as not to hurt you.

You closed your eyes and hissed slightly while your fists clung to the sheets. At first it hurt a little but then the pain was replaced by pleasure little by little.

Your back bent over and moans and more prominent sighs began to come out of your mouth, your hands clung to Jimmy’s biceps while your face contoured with pleasure. Jimmy looked at your face with a big smile, proud of himself for causing you so much pleasure with just his fingers.

His wide fingers caused you an indescribable pleasure, they widened your vaginal walls deliciously. You couldn’t stop moaning loudly, and you were surprised when his thumb began to caress your clit again.

“Jimmy... I- I think I’m going to come” That phrase made him smile even more, and he began to speed up his movements.

“I know honey, I can feel it,” he said as he began to kiss your jaw and leave a path of kisses up to your neck. “You just let yourself go, let it go”

It didn’t take you much longer to finish, moaning his name loudly and closing your eyes tightly. Jimmy laughs slightly when he took his fingers out of your intimacy and saw how wet they were, and then put them in his mouth and savour your juices.

“Jimmy! Don’t do that...” You said covering your face with both hands because of the shame.

“Why wouldn’t I do it? You are delicious” He let out a little laugh at your reaction and then lay down next to you, passing an arm behind your shoulders and curling up with you. “Now let’s rest for a while, it’s been a very trying moment... but don’t think I’m done with you” He said the latter giving you a small spanking.

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“Strike!” The television in the living room echoed. A small kid jumping up and down, feeling excitement through his veins, watching his favorite baseball player play for his next championship.

“Kenji..” A voice made a sound in the room, aside from the television. Kenji’s ears perk up at the voice, giggling. He runs away, walking to the stairs as he closes his eyes, forgetting that he was playing hide and seek.

“5….4…” Kenji mutters, putting his hands up to cover his face. “3…2..1!” He moves away his hands from his face, opening his eyes as he roams around the house.

He takes notice of shoes behind the curtain as he returns to the living room, the sound of the television is the only one present as silence engulfs the household.

He smiles, thinking that he finally found his father, opening the curtain. Surprisingly, he was met with a broom that fell, it was a decoy. He huffs, feeling determined.

He continues to look around the house, passing a small cabinet in the hallway that displays his family’s pictures. He watches the framed pictures, his mother and father in one, smiling as their faces are beside each other’s, another one with him in it on the center.

His gaze slowly follows his father’s eyeglasses that were placed in front of the framed pictures, he picks them up, trying them on himself as he looks around, trying to see the difference in his surroundings with it on.

He notices a door, that leads to his father’s study room. He slowly puts the glasses back in its place. He slowly approaches the door, opening it as it creaks. He notices the room is empty, but his father’s paperwork is scattered everywhere from the table to the floor.

He walks inside and sees that a part of the window is broken. He slowly walks to the table, his hand touching the sides of it. The rain droplets were evident on the windows. The plants and trees rustling as the air threatened to move the curtains and paper even more.

He faces the door of his father’s study room, his hand on top of the table. “Hey Dad..” He says, voice a bit loud. “Dad!” He calls out even louder, his father entering the room with an evident look of surprise. He looks around feeling nervous and panic rush through his body.

What happened…?

Hayao Sato quickly moved his son away by carrying him in his arms, putting him down on the floor as he rushed to close the curtains, little Kenji wasn’t quite aware of the situation, staring at his panicked father as his hands roamed around the desk. He would occasionally glance at his son.

Later Emiko Sato, his mother, went inside to pick him up in her arms as she looked at her husband in panic. She quickly brings them out of the room as Hayao erases his equations and writings on the board.

It was raining heavily, the speed of the car making puddles splash around it. Kenji felt confused at the sudden change of situation, his mom patting his head soothingly to ease his confusion. “Mom, where are we going?” He looks up at her.

She felt her heart break as she continued to soothingly pat his head. “You’ll know, Ken.” She slowly kisses his forehead.

As soon as they arrived at their destination, his father carried him, his free hand holding a briefcase. His mother follows behind carrying a bag.

He blinks, watching as his parents talk with his aunt and uncle from the living room. He looks at them confusingly, asking himself what was going on. His aunt looks at him with a reassuring smile, the rain pouring even harder as the thunder start to make a sound.

As soon as they were finished with the conversation, Hayao slowly kneeled at Kenji's level. “Dad?” He looks at his father, feeling sad. “Kenji, you’ll be staying with Aunt Mina and Uncle Ben for some time.”

Kenji felt surprised as he answered rather quickly, “But, I wanna go with you.” His father chuckles, running a hand through his son’s hair. “No.” He shakes his head. He puts his hand on his son’s neck, making Kenji lean forward as his father kisses his head.

His mother was next to bid him goodbye, “Mom…” He says rather quietly, his mother tearing up. “Play for who you want to play for.” She laughs softly, caressing his cheek. “But you like the Tigers and I like—”

“I know, Kenji.” She smiles softly. “I will support you, even if you’re going to play for the Giants.” She hugs him. “Mom..” He says again, not knowing what else to say after. She pats his back gently.

“You’ll be amazing.” She smiles, tears brimming up in her eyes. She slowly moves her hand to brush away his hair, his Aunt behind them and Uncle near the door. “H-He loves baseball.” She smiles sadly, “And— he doesn’t like coconut water.” She laughs softly, feeling tears about to fall out of her eyes.

Hayao quickly moves his wife away from little Kenji, “Emiko, let’s go.” He tried saying firmly, but there was a hint of sadness visible in his voice. “Kenji..” She whispers before standing up.

Kenji’s aunt patting his back soothingly as Uncle Ben stands on the side of the door, watching the scene unfold. Hayao opens the door, the rain still pouring hard as ever, Emiko leaving so she wouldn’t face her son, crying.

Before Hayao leaves, Kenji walks up to him, holding his sleeve. Hayao smiles, walking away after saying, “Be good.” He gives him one last nod before looking away, shutting the door.

Little Kenji watches his parents leave as his aunt puts her hands on both of his shoulders, feeling saddened by the situation. Kenji never knew that, it was his last time ever seeing them again.

Kenji Sato is busying himself by putting on pictures on the wall of champions, which is displayed on the wall with a sliding glass to keep the pictures safe inside.

He looks at the words displayed on the bottom of the photo, “Yomiuri Giants Debate Club.” He blinks, amused.

Suddenly he gets hit by a baseball. He turns his head to see Flash. “Sorry.” He laughs, Kenji unbothered by the situation, “Good morning, Flash.” He sighs. He had been getting this treatment after losing a ton of games recently. Flash is clearly building up his own ego.

Kenji continues to finish his work, sliding the glass to close the contained pictures as Flash replies, “G’morning, Sato.” He says almost mockingly, moving towards him as he tries to play around. Kenji looks at him, unamused, used to Flash’s stupid antics.

Kenji walks away, a skateboard in hand. Suddenly a girl speaks up, making him stop from his tracks, “Hey. It’s Kenji, right?” She smiles, books wrapped around her hand. Kenji nods, letting out a hum. “I really love watching your games.” She smiles, making him nod in amusement.

“Oh, thanks.” He brushes a free hand through his hair, “Oh, well.. uhm..” She stutters, making him turn his attention to her again as he raises his brows in acknowledgement. “Listen, are you busy Friday night?” He pauses before nodding, staring at her in disbelief. He didn’t deny this was the first ever girl that asked him out, honestly. He just wasn’t interested, he already had an eye on someone.

“Cool! Can you maybe sign his baseball bat?” And he was wrong, he wasn’t being asked out. “I just— like he’s such a big fan of yours even if you’ve been losing lately.” Kenji slightly furrows his brows as he forces a small smile. That stung. “It’s for his birthday and I’m sure he wants his baseball bat to be signed by his idol.” She laughs.

“Oh, wow. That’s nice of you. I’ll just,” he pauses nodding his head, “I’ll check my schedule.” He continues. “Okay, thanks!” She smiles before he starts walking away, putting his skateboard down as he uses it to pass the hall. He momentarily picks it up, seeing a teacher.

“Kenji, you wanna keep that skateboard?” He glares, “Yep, sorry.” He walks away, brushing off the words of the teacher as he continues to scold him. After he walks away, he glances to check if the teacher is still looking before using his skateboard again.

He skates to his locker, picking up his board as he notices a couple making out making him look at them in disgust. He awkwardly moves them as he opens his locker, trying not to use all his strength or else they’d be pushed away onto the floor, which he actually wanted to do.

He finally gets to grab a book from his locker, the force of the couple’s harsh movements closing it back. He walks away, going outside. He pauses noticing a girl reading a book. He smiled, knowing who it was as he felt his chest flutter.

[Name] is seated on a table, her bag on the chair as she looks focused on reading her book. He took a camera out of his backpack, he had a hobby of capturing things, too. Especially sceneries that are beautiful like you. He snaps a photo in his camera, looking at it with a smile.

He chuckles, staring at the photo as your features are clear. He noted the serious look on your face. Suddenly a crowd formed from afar, which started to catch his attention.

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” The crowd chants as Flash shoves Gordon’s face on a plate of food. “Eat your vegetables, Gordon, come on!” He laughs, and the crowd of people continues to yell. “Come on!” Flash forces.

Kenji slowly walks through the crowd, the people moving aside to give him space. “Hey, Sato! Join me!” Flash says as he carries Gordon, the poor kid’s face covered in food. Flash notices Kenji holding a camera. “Take a picture of this!”

The crowd continues to chant as Kenji speaks up, “No way man. I’m not gonna take a picture of it.” He says a bit angrily. “Put him down, this isn’t funny.” Flash looks amused, “Come on!” The crowd still continues to chant, “Eat it!” repeatedly, making Kenji annoyed.

“Join me if you ain’t taking a picture!” Flash still continues to convince as Kenji shakes his head, “Gordon don’t eat it.” He commands. “Sato, come on, just take a picture.” Kenji continues to approach them. “Flash, put him down.” He says, voice a bit louder.

“Bro.” Flash says angrily, “Just take the damn picture.” He says, his anger starting to fuel up as Kenji looks at him with disgust. “Just put him down, Eugene! This isn’t funny.” He glares, Flash throwing Gordon on the ground. Kenji quickly moves to check on Gordon, but gets stopped by Flash moving him back.

He suddenly gets punched in the face, falling back. “Come on, get up, Sato! Is that all you’ve got with your failed baseball games?!” Kenji looks up, kicking Flash’s feet, resulting in him falling back, giving him time to stand up. “Oh yeah? Just because you’re the new captain doesn’t give you the right to abuse your power!” Kenji retorts, Flash gets back up, punching Kenji’s stomach.

“Yeah? We don’t need you, stupid captain version.” Flash groans, the back pain coming to him. “Well, this stupid captain version’s gonna make you eat this fist!” Before Kenji hits his jaw, Flash punches his gut. The crowd letting out Ooo’s and Aaah’s.

As Kenji falls to the ground again, Flash kicks him. “Come on! Can’t get up?!” He watches as Kenji groans on the ground, still having the strength to reply, “You’re the stupid caption version, actually.” He smirks, chuckling after, earning another kick on his stomach. The crowd felt concern wash over them, surprised from Flash’s unnecessary attacks.

Flash smiles victoriously, “Really? Who wants to be next?!” He looks around the crowd, them stepping back.

As you were reading the book in your hands, you noticed Kenji Sato walk out, your eyes landing on him instead. He looked handsome as ever, his jacket covering his fit body, his hair neatly sat on his head.

You smile, returning your attention back to the book, unaware of Kenji snapping a photo of you in his camera. Suddenly you look back and noticed that he was walking away, making you eye the crowd from afar.

You didn’t pay much attention but hearing groans from afar made you run to the crowd in concern. And there you saw, Sato was on the ground, getting beaten up by Flash. He circles around everyone, “Really? Who wants to be next?!” He says proudly, looking at everyone in the crowd.

“Flash!” [Name] calls out, running to him, making him turn to her. “We still on for after school today?” She raises a brow, not shy enough to hide the glare. Flash looks at her in silence, feeling a bit nervous. “My house, 3:30?” You continue, “Your tutor sessio—”

“I- I know.” He quickly stops you. “I hope you’re doing your homework, your tasks, practice tests.” Glaring at him as you nod your head, trying to get an answer from him.

Kenji slowly gets up, feeling grateful for your distraction. “Last time I was.. Very disappointed in you.” You make a face, showing disappointment. “Don’t fail next time, okay?” You look at him up and down, giving a small innocent smile.

“Gosh, okay— Move.” Flash quickly cuts off again, about to approach where Kenji is, you quickly move in his direction. “No, enough!” You say slightly louder, “Get to class, okay?” Flash gives you a look of confusion, hiding the glare as he feels embarrassed that a big crowd is watching them.

“Go.” You command, making him scoff as he bites his inner cheek, listening to your order. You quickly glance at Kenji who was having difficulty to get up. You glance at Flash who was walking away, looking back at you nervously before heading straight.

Suddenly a guy kicked Kenji’s camera, “Should’ve listened dude.” He commented, walking away. Kenji glares at him before checking his camera, which had a small scratch on the outside. He turns it on, only to see the photo of you that he captured.

“Hey.” You speak up, offering a hand to him. He grabs it, muttering a small thanks before standing up. “Sorry you had to see that, you should head to class first.” He tries to act tough, feeling the pain in his stomach.

“Are you sure?” You ask, not hiding the fact that you were concerned. “I’m sure.” He replied rather quickly, making you nod. You start to walk away, looking back not once but twice. Each time you look back, you can still see him, staring right at you.

As soon as you were out of his sight, he groans, falling back on the ground as he checked his camera again. He smiles softly, looking at the pretty girl he captured, who just helped him.

The classroom was noisy as some students whisper to each other, some placing their bags and getting their pens and notebooks. Kenji walks over to his seat which was next to the one behind yours, placing his backpack with the skateboard on the ground, camera still on his hand as he places it on his desk, covering it with his arms. He leans his head on his arms, feeling tired from the earlier fight.

You noticed his presence, looking back as you smile at him, “What you did back there was amazing.” He turns his head to you, “Oh, really?” He smirks, making you a bit flustered. “Y—Yeah.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, his smirk not faltering. “It was stupid,” You add, making him raise a brow.

“But it was amazing.” He smiles, nodding his head. “You did great for standing up for Gordon back there.” you continue, earning a wider grin from him, “You’re enjoying yourself a bit too much.” You felt your heart beat a bit faster, “Excuse me?” you say, confused.

“You enjoy complimenting me for doing something stupid but amazing?” He raises a brow, making you nod. “I take it back then,” you say, smirking as you look back at the bored. “Hey,” he calls out, making you turn your head to him.

“You gonna stop?” he teases, making you raise a brow. You scoff, “I think you’re having a concussion.” he felt surprised at your response, “Really?”

“You should head to the nurse.” you smile at him.

He looks at you, still surprised, his mouth agape. “What’s your name?” you question, making him even more surprised. “You.. Don’t know my name?” you laugh, shaking your head, “Oh no, duh, of course I do. I just want to see if you know your name.”

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. He smiles, thinking that you were still talking about the concussion. “Kenji.” he says, “Kenji Sato.” you smile as he replies, nodding your head. “Okay, okay. Good.”

You turn your head back to the bored, fidgeting with your pen. Kenji’s smile never falters, his heart beating faster than ever. Suddenly you look back again, “I’d still go to the nurse though.”

“You’re [Name], right?” he asks, “[First Name] [Last Name].” You continue, smiling at him. He nods, “All right.” You turn your head back to the bored, biting your lip as you try to hide your excitement.

I just talked to THE Kenji Sato! The star baseball player of the Yomiuri Giants!

I love how you guys are showing so much support on this! It warms my heart so much!! It’s so tiring to write so much words, I swear I’m speed running this cause there’s more than just one The Amazing Spiderman movie 😭 I’m not even half way of the story yet 😍

I love reading you guys’ comments so much. It makes me feel so motivated to write. I hope you guys enjoy this series ‘cause it will probably take a while~ 🎀

This tag: #ameijamsspiderken🕸️ is what I will use for this series!

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sp-by-april · 3 months

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Kyle Broflovski Master List

a list of fics @by-april-march aka RoundTheWayGrrl 💖 FYI: Kyle is such a smut-a-thon staple, here is the separate [LIST OF SMUT-A-THON KYLE ONE SHOTS]

F!READER Twenty-Something [Ao3] [[tumblr]] You meet Kyle in a bar. Sure he's twice your age, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun, right?

Thighs [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle's too distracted to study, because the only thing he can think about is you sitting on his face.

Helpless [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle's tied up, overstimulated, and edged to within an inch of his life.

Nineteen [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle offers to take your virginity.

Revenge [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle helps you forget all about your ex-boyfriend.

Buttons [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle tames a brat.

Vibes [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle' finds your vibrator.

Little Date [Ao3] [[tumblr]] It's your third date with Kyle.

Pavlove [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle is obsessed with YOU.

Everything He Needs [Ao3] [[tumblr]] YOU are obsessed with Kyle.

Hurts So Good [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle takes his anxious girlfriend's virginity.

The Closest Thing [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Reader] Kyle catches you fooling around with Stan. Luckily, you know exactly how to settle the frustration and sexual tension between all of you

Mess [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Reader] Kyle and Stan tame a brat until she's a fell-fucked, drooling, mess.

Where Did The Party Go? [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle, Kenny x Reader] You, Kenny, and Kyle turn a wet dream about a threesome into a reality.

Dare [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Wattpad] [Stan, Kyle, Kenny x Reader] A game of truth or Dare devolves into Kenny, Kyle and Stan using you as a plaything.

Claim It [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Kenny x Reader] Kyle and Kenny have you on your knees and bound.

Conceited [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Brat!Reader] Kyle & Stan do some public brat taming.

M!Reader Invitation [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle fucks you at a wedding, despite a falling out & him already having a boyfriend.

SMUT CAFE ONE SHOTS [EMOJI LEGEND] Kyle x F!Reader - [🍒💚🐣🙊🐾] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🐣🙊🕯️] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🦇🐣⚡️] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚😍🦂🚩]

Elf King Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🐣💫⚡️] Human Kite x M!Reader [💝🐓👀🥀🕸️] Vamp!Kyle x M!Reader [🐓💚💢🦇🦂] Kyle x Bebe [💚💗🐣💫♾️]

LIST OF SMUT-A-THON ONE SHOTS

MISC Hold Me Tight Or Don't [Ao3] [Tumblr] [Kyle x Nichole] Kyle is ready to take it to the next level, leading to an awkward proposal he swore he'd never, ever make.

I Could Be Van Gogh, If You'd Be My Muse [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle x April, Stan x Kyle] There's a smut writing club at South Park High!

Sunshine Riptide [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle x Martine, Kyle x Annie Nelson] Stan brings a strange girl to the Elf King's door and the Grand Wizard seeks to reclaim her.

South of Nowhere [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kenny x Nichole x Kyle] Senior year. Kyle and Kenny have been defacto best friends since Stan pulled away. Kyle and Nichole have been fooling around, but he hasn't made a move or said anything about being interested in a relationship. Kenny and Nichole have been getting closer as she trains Karen. 💚 🍯 🧡 Virginity. Prom. Love triangle. Young adulthood. Yearning. Aching. How will they ever survive? Smutty Kyle HCs [[tumblr]] Smutty Elf King Kyle HCs [[tumblr]] King Kyle - Prima Nocta (SOT AU Art) [[tumblr]]

Warm Blood [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle x Martine, Kyle x Stan] Kenny McCormick knew better than to fall for Kyle's ex-girlfriend, the same one who spent her nights working for Professor Chaos as a villain... but fucking her a few times couldn’t hurt, right? A one-time thing that turned into another (& another, & another, & then.. a love triangle) will eventually threaten the lives of everyone in South Park. Kenny just had to become infatuated with the only girl on Earth whose birthright was to destroy him.

FURTHER READING: 🔞 [Kenny McCormick] 🔞 [Stan Marsh] 🔞 [Eric Cartman]

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