#I JUST WANNA POST SOMETHING WHOLESOME ABOUT HIM FOR ONCE BIT NO

[v4mpires0ap]

When I tell you when I saw this in the theater I WAS FREAKING TF OUT

AND THE FACT THAT WAKANDA FOREVER IS GONNA BE ON DISNEY+ NEXT WEEK I'M NOT READY FOR THIS AGAIN SAVE ME

[grapenamjams]

Let me take care of you

Characters: Aged up!Togame Jo x Reader

Genre: fluff

Contains: giving him a massage, just wholesome vibes, Angel and doll pet names used.

A/N: this is for the ones who liked that other post I made talking about this idea, here you go lovelies!

🐢💚 Start here🐢💚

“Thats the third time you do that” you comment. Looking at your tall boyfriend next to you in front of the kitchen sink.

“Hm?” emerald eyes land on yours. His wet hand on the back his neck rubbing at the muscle once more within the span of a few minutes since he started washing the dishes after dinner.

You place your own hand at the back of your neck demonstrating what you were referring too. His gaze softens, not realizing you had noticed him rolling his neck and shoulder. “Ah that. It’s nothin just a bit sore, s’all” returning his hand back to wash a bowl.

You continue to dry the plate in your hand. Frowning at him downplaying his discomfort. This month you picked up on the subtle ways he would try to alleviate The tension that seemed to spread in his muscles and it seemed to remain despite his best efforts. The fights, practice matches, being second in command and carrying you and choji on his shoulders being possible reasons for the aching back muscles.

Worried at the thought that you had caused him this tension. You recall how he always seemed happy to carry you anywhere. Even now, taking on the role of dish washer, his neck craning down. He did it without complaint, a gentle smile grazing his handsome features as he focused on the task.

You put the plate away and come up to his side wrapping your arms around his waist, looking up at him. “I know something that could help with that”

His smile widens, looking down at you wrapped around him. Heart fluttering everytime you do so. Making him remember your hight difference. “Yeah? What’s that, Angel?”

“Come with me to the room and find out” your voice coming out playful. You let go of him and give him the towel to dry his hands. He raises his eyebrows in question a slight blush on his cheeks. “What you planning, doll?” He asks letting you take him by the hand to your room.

You turn to face him with a smile when you enter the room, his hands going to your waist as you go up on your toes, giving him a peck on the lips. “Taking care of you” you say taking a step back. Togame holds in a disappointed hum when you leave his arms. “Now take off your shirt and lay down on the bed” you go over to your dresser and get the massage oil you recently bought.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen a bit at your sudden demand a grin breaking through. “Straight to it? Ah, it’s that week already?” His deep voice has a teasing hint to it as he pulls off his oversized white t-shirt. Not needing to be told twice.

Feeling your body warm at the playfulness. you roll your eyes at him “I’m giving you a back massage to help that soreness”

Togame sits on the bed looking at you as you come towards him. “I won’t say no to feeling your hands on me, Angel but seriously s’okay. It’ll go away. no need to worry” you place the ointment on the bed, next to his discarded shirt. Going between his legs. His hands already reaching for the back of your thighs.

There he goes again trying to not worry you. Wanting to always be ready to help you. Putting your comfort first before his own. “Even if it’s a little bit of soreness I still wanna do this for you.” your hands go to his bare shoulders rubbing slightly. Instantly seeing him melt at your touch.

His heart swelling with affection at your words he nods. His lips press a kiss to your arm next to his face. Before turning to lay down on his stomach when you instruct him to.

You crawl on the bed and straddle his lower back. Taking in his toned back muscles for your viewing pleasure. You rub your hands together trying to warm them up. Then grabbing the massage ointment, rubbing it as well. “The ointment might be a little cold, okay?” You say in preparation.

Even with the warning Togame shivers a little at the sensation but soon relaxes. Your hands go on each shoulder pressing along the muscle that connects them to his neck. Starting to rub your thumb at the base of his neck. Immediately feeling the tension and knots that are in that area. You hear him let out an involuntary pleased groan. “Damn, That feels good”

With a smile from the encouragement from him. You spread the ointment all along his back. Starting from the bottom making your way up, your hands pressing firmly into his unwinding muscles.

“I think I need to step up my game…you’re one upping me here doll” he mumbles against the mattress. Bringing up a light chuckle from your chest.

Your hands reach his shoulder blades. Pushing your hand up over the muscle with your hand following behind. “Not at all. You already go above and beyond to make me feel loved and cared for.” You say you as you continue to work your hands. “So let me take care of you this way. Clear your head and just relax for me, okay?” Encouraging him.

Your affectionate words with your soft tone makes Togame chest swell once more. Accepting to be taken care of in this moment.His brain tries to form a response but it was starting to shut down. Wanting to dive deeper into the waves of Relaxation. Instead he lets out a hum.

The peaceful atmosphere that settled in the room seem to keep time still. your hands only stopping once you feel satisfied there was no tension or knots. His muscles much more pliant than when you started.

“Done, how do you feel?” You Ask rubbing the extra ointment into your skin. Tilting your head to look down at your boyfriend when he doesn’t answer you.

His Eyes are closed, dark eye lashes extending out prettily. His mouth slightly open with soft exhales puffing out. You hold in a warm chuckle. Bending down to press a kiss on his shoulder blade. “Jo?”

When you see no reaction. You press another kiss to his Spine making him stir slightly. Letting you know he was only half asleep. If he truly was fully in the lull of sleep it would’ve taken a bit more to wake him from his shell.

Another kiss, this time on the shoulder on the other side. Sweet voice still saying his name. The light press of your lips on the nape of his neck was the one that roused him out of his relaxed state. He takes in a breath, brows furrowing slightly letting out a questioning hum.

“I’m done. How do you feel?” You say against his skin.

“Like im in heaven” his voice is a rumble, laced with an edge of sleep. His eyes still remaining closed. “Thank you Angel”

You let out a soft laugh. Sitting up “good. You needed it. Especially your neck and shoulders” your hand goes to the curve that connects both body parts on his right side. “Got a lot tension there. I think it’s from your tackles” your voice laced with concern for his well being. “Try easing up on those for a little awhile.” you suggest.

You hear him suck in a breath and shift underneath you. You rise up to your knees letting him flip onto his back. Lazy emerald eyes go up your body as you settle down on him again. large hands with fading Bruises going up your thighs.

“Doctors orders?” He muses. Head tilting, making his dark hair even messier on the bed sheets. Making you feel that comforting warmth in your chest. You give him a nod. Togame sighs hands going up to rest on your hips. “I’ll try, but I do love your hands on me” his cheeks blush slightly. His thumbs giving their own massage on your soft hips.

You shake your head at him with a smile. “just ask me and I’ll gladly give you one anytime” your hands go up and down his wrist and arms that are holding you. Somehow always needing to be touching the other, even if you’re literally on top of him. “No need to get yourself all tensed up again for it” you look at him and his pink cheeks deepen as he nods in understanding that you’re willing to do this for him anytime.

you grab the white shirt he was wearing from the edge of the bed. “Now sit up and let me put this on you. Gotta keep your back warm”

Togame squeezes your hips to help him up. Once face to face, you take in his relaxed features a glimmer in his eyes, as he takes you in as well. You put the shirt over his head, pulling it down. He then presses a kiss to your forehead. Making your chest flutter and cheeks tint with pink.

Seeing your reaction made him want to pull you in closer. “C’mer” the words fall from his lips just as quickly as he turned your body, flipping you guys over so your on your back and him on top of you.

You let out a surprised giggle. “We said no more tackling!”

Togame gives you a sleepy grin leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Can’t help it, it’s effective in getting what I want” his head moves lower, lips soft on your collarbone and chest. his Body scoots lower before he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head on your stomach.

You let out another soft laugh. Hands already threading through his thick hair. “What, A personal body pillow?”

Togame nuzzles his face into you settling himself into the position. closing his eyes. “mhm” his chest rumbles with a response with an edge of sleep already. “and you’re the best one” giving you a gentle squeeze. Trying to soak in your warmth and show his gratitude for taking care of him tonight and every day before.

After a moment your own eyelids begin to feel heavy. But before the lull of sleep could take you too. You hear him murmur. “You’re perfect. Way To good to me”

You gently tug at his hair, hands still brushing him. “Jo-“ you start to counter.

Togame gives you another light squeeze “I know” he interrupts you with a soft tone. Knowing what you were going to say. “But Just…let me say it? I love you, Angel so much”

His voice is like the night wrapping around you giving you a sense of calmness and security. You accept his words. Whispering a “and I love you,Jo” he lets out another hum. Happy to hear those words before sleep takes you together.

[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Stary Night

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Osamu Miya NSFW Profile

Yandere! Osamu Miya x fem! reader

Warnings: non/dub-con, masturbation, kidnapping, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of nonconsensual voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, biting, bondage, overstimulation, mentions of crying, fem reader, Osamu is horny as hell, he briefly considers coming in your food, stalking, MDNI

WC: 10.0K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

HABITS

Osamu has never classified himself as an overly sexual person.

Of course, he’s had his moments; nights of insatiable horniness, his hand or a girlfriend being the only one to bring him the release he’s so desperately craving, his body feeling hot and heavy and frantic to reach orgasm. But even then, his horniness has never been a huge part of his life – more so something he indulges in occasionally. Even with past partners he’s never found himself wanting sex more than once or twice a week, his body simply not needing it.

And for the most part, this has been his life story – however, once you step into the picture, things begin changing. Just as his desire for you in less graphic, more wholesome and pathetic ways multiplies monumentally, the way his body begins desiring you does as well.

It’s not even purposeful; Osamu doesn’t mean to be creepy when he slowly begins noticing the way your body looks in those sweatshirts you always seem to be wearing. He promises he’s not being weird when he sees the way a bit of your tummy is exposed when you stretch, your arms high above your head and your face twisting up into the cutest little pout and fuck, the noise that slips past your lips –

He has to physically pause and breath when this happens, willing himself to not get carried away by thoughts of how you’d sound in bed with him, your pretty moans and cries like music to his ears as he touches and squeezes at you, his thumb rubbing firm circles against your clit and his cock plunging in and out of you so steadily it’s almost filthy. Osamu doesn’t mean to be a pervert when he imagines the way you’d look in your underwear, your cute bras and panties framing your body oh so well, making you look delicious and perfectly soft and supple for him to grab and caress.

He’s shocked by the way you make his body so easily respond; perhaps it’s because he’s been so long without a previous girlfriend (maybe a year or so), or perhaps it’s just because his every waking thought revolves around you. And really, isn’t it only natural for his thoughts to drift off into a more risqué domain? Isn’t it only natural for a young, vital man at the prime of his sexual health to imagine a sweet thing like you underneath him, writhing and grasping at his pillows, begging and pleading for him to give you more, please ‘Samu, more more wanna come so badly please!

He thinks so, and while the influx of sexual thoughts about you makes him nervous at first (too often is he scared he’ll grow hard at the mere sight of you, making it glaringly obvious exactly what’s on his mind), eventually Osamu is giving in and letting it happen.

Because really, what can he do to stop it?

The seeds of his desire for you are already planted, and it’s not like he can stop the roots that slowly take hold in his every thought. It’s alarmingly easy to accept the way his body just needs you now. It’s scarily easy to let himself fuck his fist every night, gasps and wanton groans tumbling from his lips along with slurs of your name, praises and begs for you to clench harder, to go faster, to moan out his name and tell him you want him, that you want his spit and cum and love. It’s just too easy for him to deny, and what’s the harm, really?

Sure, when he’s fucking his pillow or the makeshift pillow he pretends is you, he’s wasting precious cum that should be resting inside that cute cunt of yours, but he’s sure you’ll understand. After all, you must touch yourself with him in mind – why else would you be so flustered around him?

Why else would you be bending down in front of him, biting your lip, twirling your hair, making those sexy fucking sounds that are much too close to being a moan to be a coincidence?

When it comes to actually touching himself, Osamu is versatile. He likes to mix up his methods often, as he believes the key to a good sex life is surprise and trying new things. And so, once he’s got his fingers wrapped around his cock and his eyes fluttering closed, Osamu practices this in the way he imagines you.

His fall back is often to let the warm shower water run over his nude body after work, letting the stress of the day wash away from his tight muscles. He closes his eyes and sighs, wiping down his chest and letting his mind drift back to how cute you were today in his shop; you’d smiled at him, your cheeks plumping up as you laughed at some joke he’d made, your pretty voice making his heart race and the way you’d said his name –

Osamu curses under his breath, the memory of how your tongue caressed the syllables of his name making his throat run dry. Listening to you speak was always a pleasure, but there’s was something about the way you’d said it, something about how breathy and airless it’d been that had Osamu’s hand reaching for the wall, steadying himself against the tiles as he gulped.

It’s easy to let his mind wander to more explicit thoughts of you; the way your shirt hugged your chest just a little too much, the outline of your breasts painfully clear through the material. Osamu hisses under his breath as he imagines reaching out and squeezing, feeling your soft skin under his palms, your hard nipples pressing against his skin. His tongue flicks out to lick at his lips – would you let him lick them? Would you let him run his tongue over your sensitive buds, swirling and teasing, sucking them into his mouth and little nibbling at them, making you keen his name and sigh out?

His fingers trail down his chest, toying with his own nipples as he imagines it, making his cock throb as it grows half hard in mere moments, the affect you have on him making his body respond faster than it ever has before. He lets his eyes flutter open for a moment, staring down as his cock steadily grows darker, the tip turning a bright shade of pink against the wet, matted pubic hair.

He bites his lip as he wonders whether you’d be able to take it – maybe down your throat? Would you let him thrust into your mouth, gasping your name as his tip lodges itself down your throat, twitching and leaking precum as you gag and choke?

He wonders if you you’d let him facefuck you right in this shower, your pretty body kneeling against the wall, letting him rest his hands against the tiles and languidly thrust into your mouth, letting his balls clap against your chin, thick and aching to be drained inside you.

He’s fully hard at this point, images of you with spit, drool and cum dripping down your chin too much for him to ignore. He wonders if your sounds could be heard over the shower water as he lets his hands trail down to his navel, his fingers brushing over his skin and making him hiss. It’s ridiculous how sensitive he already is – how sensitive you’ve made him, how cock practically begging to be surrounded by your warmth, your spit, your little hums and moans of pleasure that shoot straight up his spine.

With a shaky, uneven exhale, Osamu lets his fingers wrap around his length, turning around to face the tiled wall away from the shower stream. He positions his legs wide apart, imagining enough space for your cute little body to kneel down, your mouth the perfect level with his cock. He gives himself a few pumps, hissing through his teeth, before letting one hand press against the wall and lean forward.

It's disturbingly easy to imagine you between his legs, your eyes staring up at him all glossy and needy, your hands running up and down his thighs as you mouth at his cock, desperate to get him in your mouth, wanting to taste him and feel him and swallow him and milk him for every fucking drop of cum he has –

Osamu groans as he lets his hand begin stroking, the motions quick and precise, exactly as he likes it. He flicks his wrist slightly as he pulls upward, the foreskin glistening with the bit of sheen left from the water and his own pre-cum. He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth and feeling the way his thighs tense and clench, his hips jerking forward every once in a while, his imagination running wild with ideas of the way you’d lick and suck at his skin.

His tip is bright red, oozing pre-cum in large droplets, and Osamu curses as he imagines the way you’d moan at the taste, pulling off of him with a popping noise and giving him a few pumps. Fuck ‘Samu, taste so good, wanna make you cum, wanna taste your cum, please…

He loses himself in the fantasy for a few moments, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a shaky smile spread past his lips, his voice interrupted by his own moans. F-fuck yeah baby, shit, make me cum, give ya everythin’ – oh fuck, just like that – gonna give you every fuckin’ drop, gonna stuff you fuckin’ full -!

His voice is gravelly, the pleasure making his head spin, and as he strokes harder and faster, Osamu feels the trace edges of his orgasm approaching. The water beats down on his back, the heat making his muscles flutter, and as he imagines the way he’d slowly lose control, his hips unable to stay still while you bob your head up and down, he snaps. His hand stays still as he jerks his hips forward, thrusting into his hand with reckless abandon, imagining the way you’d gasp against his cock, your throat tightening up impossibly as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, your body to make him feel good.

He cries out your name, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as every muscle in his body tightens, the feeling growing as his balls clench, the warmth spreading, growing larger and larger as he moans and gasps your name, warning you that ‘s coming, take it baby, fuck take it take it! Long ropes of cum shoot from his puffy tip, the off-white splattering against the shower wall, sliding down towards the tub bottom. Osamu’s heaving, ragged breaths slipping past his lips as he leans down, hunched against the wall as he keeps stroking, trying to milk every drop out just like he promised he’d give you, because he knows how much you love his cum.

His shoulders shake as he slowly overstimulates himself, his red cheeks growing even darker as he whispers out praises to imaginary you, the sound of the water nearly drowning out his voice. It feels so good, so fucking good, and as he lets go of his spent cock, Osamu shuts his eyes and turns back to the water, letting it run down his face as he wills himself to stop breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

You’re just too damn good – if you feel this good in his imagination, then how would you feel in real life? How warm, tight, wet would your mouth feel against his skin, your hands carefully groping and massaging at his balls, maybe even letting one slip inside?

Osamu shudders, one last spurt of cum dripping onto the ground below, before smiling shakily.

You’re just perfect, and he can’t wait until he gets to fuck you for real – no more imagination.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your thighs

While Osamu would be honest with ever fiber of his being if he were to say that he loves every part of you, he’d be a liar to say that his thighs aren’t his favorite part.

To him, there’s just something so wonderful about the plush expanse of fat; he loves to watch you watch, the little shorts he has you wear leaving nothing to the imagination. Seeing the slight jiggle as you move gets him biting his lip, those steel eyes never leaving your upper legs. He likes seeing the way your skirts brush against the soft skin, all the sizes he buys you just slightly too short to be comfortable, though you both know why he does this.

When you bend over, exposing the curvature of your ass and how it connects to your thighs, Osamu has to stifle a groan, his hand automatically reaching down to cup at his cock as arousal starts flowing through his veins.

There’s just something so soft and supple about them, and really from the beginning of his infatuation with you, many of Osamu’s fantasies revolve around them.

At first, it’s mostly innocent; he wants you to lay on the couch with him, your legs over his knees while you stuff your face with popcorn, the movie on the screen making you laugh – and fuck, do you look pretty while you laugh. He’d spend more time simply staring at your creamy skin below him than watch, though, tracing a finger over the flesh and making you giggle slightly because it tickles.

He wants you to cuddle with him, to wrap your legs around his, letting your plush thighs brush against his own, their warmth and softness driving him crazy and making him kiss all over your face, his heart swelling at the way you try to hide from him.

Eventually, however, Osamu can’t deny the way his fantasies slowly turn more lewd, more risqué, less innocent. He can’t deny the affect your thighs have on him; the idea of spreading them, exposing your twitching hole and your puffy clit makes his throat dry, desire blowing his pupils wide because god, how soft is the skin right below your pussy, your upper thighs?

He can’t deny the prospect of sucking hickeys into the area, feeling the way you squirm underneath him, the thin, sensitive skin so susceptible to that pretty, purple color his lips leave behind. He can’t deny that having your thighs squeeze his head as he eats you out would be enough to get him moaning your name, that you clenching as tightly as you can around his head would him dizzy in the best possible way.

He can’t deny that the idea of you clasping your thighs around his waist as he fucks into you would be enough to bring him to orgasm, the way your muscles would spasm and sporadically clench and unclench enough to get him moaning into your ear, gasping your name as he fucks you harder and harder, pushing you deeper into the mattress as his hips smack against your own.

He just really, really likes your thighs, and he’s not afraid to say it – maybe towards the beginning of his obsession he is, too shy to tell you that your thighs have routinely gotten him hard, but by the time he’s got his tongue shoved down your throat, your breast in his hand, his fingers teasing your aching cunt, he doesn’t mind letting you know.

He doesn’t mind telling you that he’s spent so many nights with his cock in hand, your thighs on his mind as he imagines fucking them, pushing his length between them over and over while you writhe and squirm underneath him, the sight of his cockhead appearing with every thrust driving you crazy with lust.

He’ll tell you he’s thought of coming all over them more times than he can count, smearing the off-white into your skin and telling you how pretty you look, all painted up just for him.

He loves your thighs – they’re the perfect reflection of you. Sweet, soft, sexy as hell, and something he’s thinking of nearly every minute of the day – you just have that effect on him, after all.

His mouth

Osamu’s favorite part of his own body is his mouth. You’ll quickly discover with him that he absolutely loves to use his mouth on you.

There’s something so satisfying about tasting you, feeling the texture of your skin against his tongue, knowing how you sound when he’s licking stirpes up your neck or along your thighs.

He’s always imagining kissing you; he’s spent time daydreaming about what your lips would feel like against his as he rolls rice balls at work, wondering what your tongue must taste like, whether you like rough or soft kisses. He’ll check inventory as he imagines the way you’d moan into his mouth as he kisses you – would you like it if he bit your lip? Just a bit, just enough to be playful, the smallest, smallest edge of pain lighting up through your body?

He’s daydreaming of leaving hickeys along your skin, wondering how you’d react if he were to spell his name out in the dark patches, right along your collarbone or your lower tummy, anywhere that shows his possession over you, that he’s the only one who gets to see your body in such a vulnerable way.

He’s thinking of the way you’d caress his hair and sigh as he sucks on your nipples, mouthing at your tits like some fool in love because god, what would they taste like? He’s constantly plagued with thoughts of how you’d respond to his mouth, whether you’d enjoy the sensations he can bring you, whether you’d like the way his tongue feels against your skin, even if you like the residue of his spit when the cool air hits it, making you shiver.

And so, once he’s got you in his arms, your pretty face mere inches from his own, he’ll put all those theories and questions into action. You’ll find yourself being kissed nearly every minute of the day; anything from heated, French kisses that leave you breathless and wanting more, all the way to chaste pecks against your knuckles when he’s cooking you dinner, telling you that nothing he could ever make would be as sweet as you.

He’ll always be kissing every inch of your body when he’s got you naked underneath him, making sure no area is left untouched before he ravages you and has you seeing stars.

And when he gets to use his tongue on that magical place between your legs, kissing and sucking at your cunt with a reckless abandon?

Well, sometimes you wonder if he eats you out for his own pleasure, not yours – and really, you’re right. He likes to make you feel good, to get you creaming on his tongue so you can be prepared and relaxed for the rest of the session, but really, it’s for him. It’s for him because he loves the way you taste, all musky and natural and irresistible. It’s for him because he likes the texture of your folds against his tongue, all soft and squishy and slick with your cum (and sometimes his, too).

It’s for him because he likes the way you pull at his hair, his tongue making you see stars as you drive your hips up, so close to coming that you can almost taste it.

At any given time, Osamu is more than happy to use his mouth against you – after all, you’re his beloved, and what kind of partner would he be if he wasn’t willing to give you orgasm after orgasm, all because of his tongue and the talented ways he can use it?

Surely, you’re not complaining – how could you be, when he leaves you too fucked out to remember your own name afterwards?

DRIVE: 

Although his libido spikes up monumentally once you step into his life, Osamu is still not that dependent on sex. He likes the idea of being close to you; your bodies touching without an inch of air between you, your mouths working against one another while your tongue brush and suck, to the point where he’s fantasizing about it at least every other day.

But just because Osamu thinks of fucking you routinely, it doesn’t mean that’s the only form of intimacy he craves with you – no, as much as splitting open that cute little cunt with his fat cock makes him light headed and pleasantly dizzy, he’s almost as happy to hold you against his chest, to kiss the crown of your head and whisper little declarations of love against your skin.

He’s almost as satisfied holding your hand, letting his fingers trace yours, comparing the sizes of your palms and chuckling when you ogle at how much bigger his palms are. He just likes physically interacting with you in general, and therefore not everything has to be sexual. He’s just as content spending time with you in romantic, wholesome ways; things that get his cheeks dusting pink, his heart racing in his chest because you’re just too damn cute.

You’re so sweet to him, and particularly at the start of your captivity with him, he’s not very insistent on making things sexual. Of course, he’d never say no if you were to climb on top of him, to cup his cheeks and kiss him until your lungs give out, to grind your hips into his and beg him to make love to you. He’d have to be insane to deny you of that, really, particularly if you were to beg, to look at him with such pouty, full lips, to tell him you’d do anything, that you just wanna feel his cock and how full he can make you feel. Osamu is only a man after all, and one who’s weakness has always been – and will always be – you.

However, he’s content to wait for you, to get your consent before he touches you in any way that’ll make you moan or scream his name, wanting you to enjoy the moment, to like the pleasure he brings you. Plus, he has an active imagination – he can always find something to fantasize about, to tide him over until he can compare just how realistic his fantasies are to reality.

And honestly, that becomes one of his favorite hobbies once his feelings for you form – thinking up scenarios he sees in porn or develops on his own, imagining the way you’d respond.

Would you enjoy being tied up, your pretty wrists and ankles bound by a soft silk, your free movement totally restricted, relying entirely upon Osamu?

Would you moan and whine when he teases you, degrading you for being so needy, for wanting his cock so badly you can hardly stay still?

Would you like to be recorded, your pretty body on camera while he destroys you, rearranging your guts and stuffing you full of his cum as the recording captures every depraved moan, every desperate buck of your hips, every bit of drool that slips past your lips as you whine and moan his name, the way his hips smack into yours simply too much to handle?

He wants to know, fuck he wants to know, but he’s a patient man – he can wait, because doesn’t that make the treat just so much better when he finally gets you naked in front of him? Doesn’t it make it more rewarding when you finally expose that perfect, tight little pussy he knows you have all for his eyes?

He thinks so, so he’ll let you play coy, get comfortable, get needy, until your body can’t take it anymore and you jump him, too desperate for his cock and cum to control yourself.

In the meantime, once you’re in his captivity, Osamu will channel his desires for you in ways that let you know he’s most definitely thinking of you, but don’t require you to actually touch him. He’s so used to regularly touching himself that while it slightly embarrasses him, he doesn’t mind continuing this habit once you’re living under the same roof.

He’ll leave the door cracked open slightly to the bedroom, sitting against the pillows on your shared bed, leaning back and letting his eyes close as he strokes his cock, letting his voice get louder and louder. He’ll moan your name, gasping out praises and encouragements that match whatever fantasy is playing through his mind, all with the hope of not only getting off, but with the goal of having you hear him.

You aren’t in the room, not watching him from the end of the bed, but the condo is only so big – you will be able to hear him, even if you don’t want to. You can hear the way he moans breathlessly, his voice starting off steady and low but eventually climbing to a higher timber, sounding like something out some audio porn.

It’s hot, if you’re being honest, but especially towards the beginning of your captivity, you don’t want it to be.

And when he moans your name?

Well, you can fight it as much as you want, but it’s difficult to ignore the way he sounds so desperate, the pleasure clearly making his voice unsteady, the hoarse quality to it as he nears his orgasm.

You’ll hate how it affects you, how you have to shift your thighs and ignore the way a wetness builds up in your panties, but isn’t it only natural to be that affected by someone sounding so fucking desperate while they moan your name and stroke themselves to the thought of you?

Osamu is shameless, truly, and as he gets more comfortable with doing this, he’ll invest in bottles of lube, anything to make the squelching noise of his fist against his cock louder for you. It sounds so wet, so dirty, so messy, that even if you don’t want to come closer, you’ll find yourself slowly inching closer to the bedroom door, the crack just enough to give you a better show of his self pleasure.

You’ll hear the way he hisses under his breath, how his little gasps and groans are more defined this close up, how the mattress squeaks slightly as he chases his hand with every upwards stroke, trying to keep the flighting sensation of pleasure alight. He’s a sight to see, really, and one day, when the horniness and curiosity are just too much for you to ignore, you’ll take a peek inside, looking through the crack into what may be the dirtiest thing you’ve ever seen.

He’s shirtless, his chest bare and looking perfect to touch, because while he may have lost his defined abs, he’s most definitely attractive – perfect, you might even find yourself saying. He’s wearing gray sweatpants, the waistline pulled down enough to release his cock and balls, the pale skin flushed bright red as he works himself towards orgasm. His hand is quick, nearly to fast to see, and suddenly the intensity of the squelching noises makes sense.

You can see lube and precum shining on his skin, the light from the overhead appliance doing nothing to hide how messy it all is. His mouth hangs open, lips parted as he breaths raggedly, gasps and groans slipping out as he cries out your name in between moans.

He’s shaking, his thighs and biceps tensing periodically, his hips jerking and spasming, and you can’t help the way your fingers reach down, between your panties and shorts, brushing against your clit – which is already much, much more sensitive than you’d realized. You’re quick to rub harsh, frantic circles against the bud, your arousal peaking, watching with wide eyes as he loses himself, his cries of your name sounding shrill and higher, growing in volume until he’s coming, ropes of cum shooting up onto his chest as he whines your name.

You think you even see a tear falling down his cheek, the intensity of his orgasm just too fucking much.

You watch for a few more moments, eyes fixated on the way his cum oozes down his chest, and somewhere in the back of your mind you idly wonder what it tastes like – surely, a man with such a good diet would have a decent taste…

You shake yourself out of it, ripping your hands out of your panties as he opens his eyes and makes direct eye contact with you, his cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red, your legs carrying you away as fast as you can.

You don’t see it, too busy locking yourself in the bathroom and trying to calm your racing heart, but Osamu can’t help but swallow and grin, reliving the way he’d watched your hand come out of your panties, you obviously touching yourself while watching him…

He’s sure it won’t be long until you’re ready to actually fuck him, until you’re ready to give him everything, just as he’s ready to give you everything in return.

MAIN KINKS:

BODY WORSHIP

Generally, Osamu finds you beautiful. He’s known for a very, very long time that you’re his ideal woman; your hair color, texture, eye color, body type, every asset you possess. There’s not a thing about you that he wishes to change, and while you may find this hard to believe, Osamu needs you to understand that he’s being honest.

He hates the idea of you being insecure about anything on your beautiful body, and so he makes it his mission in the bedroom to convince you of his honesty, to convince you that he’s genuinely in love with everything about you.

And to do this, what better way than to start every intimacy session with a slow, vulnerable, intense series of kisses against every body part of yours, his eyes never leaving your own?

He’ll always start with your lips – pressing kisses against them, his tongue coming out to play with yours as he groans into it, sighing heavily and getting comfortable as he situates himself above you on the bed. He loves pulling away afterwards, your lips all swollen and puffy, your eyes glassy as they stare up at him, breaths tumbling out of you because wow, Osamu is a good kisser.

(You don’t need to know how often he stayed up in the night practicing on his hand before he had you – he’s kissed plenty of people before, sure, but he wanted to be perfect for you.)

He’ll  tell you that yer so pretty babe, love the way yer lips taste. He’s already breathless as he says this, his voice husky and just barely above a whisper. It feels like a secret he’s telling you; like it’s something only the two of you get to know, like he’s trusting you with something important that you shouldn’t squander. He’ll press kisses against your cheeks and forehead, smiling against your skin as he tells you that he loves the way your skin is so soft, how your cheeks are so cute ‘n squishy, wanna pinch ‘em every time I see ya, cutie.

He’ll move down onto your neck, licking along your jugular and leaving slight hickies, feeling the way you squirm slightly under him, the embarrassment of such personal attention making you antsy. He loves it, and as he moans against your neck, he’ll make sure you feel how he’s affected by rutting his clothed crotch against your hip, his boxers doing very little to hide the prominent bulge trapped beneath them.

He’ll press kisses into your collarbones, using a finger to trace their shape as he smiles up at you from under his lashes, licking his lips as he tells you this is my favorite spot to mark ya up, y’know. Love it when yer all purple here, makes sure everyone knows yer mine. Of course, no one will ever see your collarbone but him, but there’s something about the possessive lilt of his voice that gets shivers running down your spine, straight to your cunt.

He’s already got you stripped naked, and as he moves down and cups your breasts with his hands, you see the way his cheeks light up, a dusting of bright red smattering across the bridge of his nose. Fuck, yer perfect baby, so fuckin’ pretty… ya feel how hard yer making me? It’s all for ya, ‘m so hard because yer just too damn sexy. He grinds against your leg again to prove his point, his fingers massaging at your breasts, and you gulp, moaning slightly at the treatment.

He smirks and leans down to capture your nipples into his mouth, feeling the way they harden up as he blows his breath against them, licking and sucking against the sensitive skin. He moans against your skin, moving his head to your sternum and vigorously shaking it, his silvery hair looking like moonlight as you whine and cover your face, too embarrassed to watch.

This makes Osamu smile, and as he leans up again and presses his lips against yours in a quick kiss, he can’t help but chuckle. Been wantin’ to do that for so long, baby, dreamed about it every night for a month straight, these pretty tits in my face, in my mouth, ‘round my cock…

He trails off, his hands coming down to press against your stomach. Love this tummy babe, so pretty when yer all full – full of my food, he kisses right underneath your left breast. Full of my love, a matching kiss under your right. Full of my cum, right where it should be. He finishes with a long lick from your sternum down to your bellow button, blowing a raspberry against it while you giggle and squirm.

He smiles and laughs too, the sound of your voice making him grow impossibly harder. He spreads your legs slightly, looking up at you from his place between them, moving so that his head is merely inches away from your pussy.

He kisses up your knees and the insides of your thighs, moaning against your skin as he palms himself through his boxers. Ya get me so excited, love, this pussy’s so fuckin’ cute, could make me cum just from lookin’ at it. He closes his eyes and presses his nose against your folds, making you jump slightly. He groans, deeply, before growling out in a voice much deeper and gravelly than before how he could cum just from smellin’ it, fuuuck.

And soon, his tongue is working at your clit, his eyes never leaving yours even as you bite your lip and try to look away, too embarrassed to keep eye contact. He’s groaning and telling you how fucking good you taste, how it’s exactly how I imagined baby, tastes like heaven, never wanna stop eaten’ this cunt. So wet for me, fuck do I make ya this wet?

He loves the way you babble out a whiny yes, letting your hands thread through his hair as he eats you out, suctioning at your clit while his fingers press against that spongey spot inside of you, curling and scissoring them as he humps the best, rambling on about the way you make him so hard, so horny, so needy. He tells you it’s all your fault, that your body’s just too perfect, too warm and welcoming, how you should be ashamed of how sexy you are.

He just loves you, really, and as he lines himself up to finally, finally fuck you, he can’t help but moan that he loves you,  pushing inside slowly and telling you that you feel so damn good, fuuuuck ‘m not gonna last baby, oh fuckfuckfuck –

Osamu really, really loves your body, and he’s not shy about telling you – plus, there’s something about the embarrassment on your face when he does this that makes him that much more desperate to fuck you, that much more desperate to stuff you so full of his cum that you’re leaking it for days.

ORAL FIXATION

Osamu has always been a fan of oral.

Even before you walked into his life, there was a part of him that preferred good head over actual fucking any day of the week – he can’t explain, but he likes how personal it is, how intimate and vulnerable it is to have someone’s mouth working at him, to have his own mouth working at someone else.

He just enjoys it, the warmth of tongues and spit, and once you step into his world? Well, he without a doubt absolutely wants to fuck you – he wants to fuck you so hard that you’re crying, that big tears are welling down your cheeks, that you’re too spaced out to even remember where you are, who you are, anything but his name and his cock. Obviously he wants to feel your cute, tight little pussy wrapped around him, but just as he’s always fantasized about head, this fixation only grows worse once you’re in the picture, the idea of you worshipping his body making him light headed, his pants already growing tight.

Because really, there’s something about the attention you’d be giving him that makes him feel shaky, his heart racing in his chest, his throat going dry because wow, would you really be willing to take him into your mouth? Would you be willing to get on our knees for him, to stroke him and drool on him, to let him stretch out that throat of yours and cum down your throat?

Osamu loses his cool merely thinking about it, and so the first time you actually move to take him into your mouth, he nearly passes out. There’s just something so intimate about the way you bite your lip and tell him that you want to taste him. There’s just something so sinful about the way you shimmy up between his legs as he sits perched on the couch, his legs spread wide while his cock bobs with every small movement he makes.

It’s twitching, pre-cum already dribbling from his engorged slit, and he can’t take his off of the way you lick your lips, moving impossibly closer so that your lips are merely inches away from him. He throws his head back in ecstasy the first time you kitten lick at him, groans tumbling from his lips as you suck on his head, your tongue slipping along his slit, dipping in slightly and making his hands latch onto your head, pulling ever so slightly at your hair.

He just loses himself when your mouth is on him; he’s moaning and whining out your name, praises, telling you how good you’re doing, how he’s never felt so good, how you’re going to make him come so fast, too fast. It's euphoric, and as he gets closer, he’ll start unconsciously bucking his hips, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed so tightly shut while his mouth hangs open, stuttered breaths and ragged moans free falling.

He’ll push your head down without meaning to, the pleasure just feeling so good that he needs more more more, and to feel the way you gag and whine around him makes Osamu’s gut clench, his orgasm hurdling towards him even faster.

His toes curl, his abdominal muscles flexing, and a non-stop stream of your name is spilling past his lips, the words slurring together as he begs you to keep going, begging you to not stop, fuck baby please – pleasepleasepleaseplease ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum for ya oh baby fuck-

He’s always brought over the edge if you play with his balls; your soft fingers toying at the extremely sensitive flesh, squeezing lightly and mouthing at them, running patterns over them with your tongue and letting one slip into your mouth to suckle, moaning around him and making his hips jerk near violently.

He insists that he always cum either down your throat, on your face or on your tits, sometimes all three. He’ll watch with lidded eyes and heavy breaths as his cum splatters across your breasts, the off-white rolling down over your nipples and dripping onto your thighs below, the sensation of the warm cum oozing down your body making you shiver. He’s mesmerized by the sight, his chest falling and rising so rapidly he almost looks like he may pass out.

He’s too lost in the post-orgasm glow to move after you finish sucking him off, and it’s only once you press a kiss to his lips that he snaps out of his haze, tasting himself on you and making his mind race.

He always wants to return the favor, to get between your legs and make you cry out his name, to get you coming over and over on his tongue, even to get you squirting; that’s always his goal, and whether or not he’s been successful doesn’t deter him. He wants to taste just as badly as he wants you to taste him, so you’d better get used to frequent and persistent head from Osamu – he’s just expressing his love, after all.

He loves you, loves the way you taste, the way you pull on his hair and cry out his name, how your hips buck and twitch as he brings you closer and closer, how you let out that cute little gasp if his fingers dip down to brush against your asshole, so taboo and strange.

Osamu just really, really likes using both his and your mouth in the bedroom, so hopefully you’re a fan of oral – and if not, you will be by the time he’s down with you. He’ll make sure of it.

BONDAGE

While Osamu enjoys wandering hands during sex, he’s equally as turned on by the prospect of restraints. There’s something undeniably hot about tying you up, or being tied up during your intimacy, and while he won’t be the first to bring it up, if you were to ever express interest he’d immediately jump you.

From the moment his sexual urges towards you formed, Osamu has been on the lookout for as many different kinds of sexual restraints as he can – he has a collection, one he keeps hidden from you until you express said interest. He doesn’t want you to find out, if only because he’s scared you’ll think it’s weird, that you’ll be turned off by the idea of being tied up, completely at his mercy. He’s got everything from handcuffs, silk ties, embroidery rope, and everything in between – he can utilize anything you want, whatever fits your particular fantasies.

(Although, his personal favorites are the silk ties, only because it’s softer on your skin and he thinks their softness matches you perfectly. He’s got all kinds of pastels, and he’ll always choose the color that looks best against your skin, making you look like a cute little gift for him to unwrap and fuck.)

It’s the protective instincts within him that really fuel this kink; he likes the idea of you giving yourself up to him, trusting him with not only your pleasure and ability to orgasm, but also with your physical movements, making you entirely at his mercy.

He likes the rush of power he gets from this, and while he has no intentions of leaving you or hurting you in any way, there’s something about the knowledge that he could that gets his cock hard, that gets him breathing heavy, that gets his hands itching at his sides to touch you. He finds that he particularly likes to tie your wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving you spread out in an almost star position, your breasts and pussy perfectly exposed.

You look up at him with such vulnerability, biting your lip and watching his every move that it almost makes him nervous, almost insecure, almost unsure. But then he’s touching you and you’re moaning his name, your pussy sucking in his fingers as if they belong there, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It’s all so good, enough to get him biting his lip and struggling to not just ram his cock into you and fuck you until he’s spilling everything inside you, but he holds himself back.

After all, when he’s got you tied up like this, he has all the power; he can do whatever he wants to you, whenever he wants to. He could leave you with a vibrator against your cute little clit for hours, get you squirming and begging, a pool of cum sitting below your pelvis as you weakly jerk back and forth, the vibrations from the toy making your brain fuzzy.

He could lick and suck at your pussy, kissing your clit and fingering you until you’re right on the edge of orgasm, so fucking close until he suddenly stops, the pleasure fading as you whine and beg him to keep going, telling him you need more, need him.

He could straddle your tummy, pushing your breasts together as he thrusts between them, fucking your tits while he groans and throws his head back, the sight erotic for you but not giving you nearly as much pleasure as you want.

The possibilities are endless, and while he’s not cruel enough to do most of those ideas to you in real life, Osamu does enjoy the way you become dependent on him to make you orgasm. He likes to hear the way you beg him, how your voice breaks slightly as you get closer, your wrists tugging against the restraints as you close your eyes and moan, your lips permanently parted into that pretty ‘o’ shape.

He likes to watch you come undone, asking you if you need it baby? Need me to make ya come, huh? He wants to hear you screaming yes and his name, slurred together as he makes you come again and again and again, because this is what you wanted, right? To feel good?

And if you were to ever express interest in tying him up, Osamu would gladly do it. He wouldn’t until quite late into your captivity with him, until he knows that you wouldn’t take the opportunity to run, but once he feels comfortable, he can’t deny the euphoric feeling of you hovering over him, your lips quirking up into a smile as you tell him how cute he looks, all tied up and begging for you.

He wants you to tease him, to make his cock flush pink and leak, to get him moaning and twisting at the restrains, to have his hips desperately bucking up, chasing your hand as you oh so fucking slowly stroke him. He likes the way you have control, how you’re giving him so much attention, sprinkling in praises of how proud you are of him, how well he’s taking it, how he’s such a pretty boy underneath you like this.

He wants you to overstimulate him, to get him crying, and once you untie him he’ll scoop you into his arms, cuddling you against his chest and whispering to you that he loves you.

He’ll spend the rest of the night by your side, not letting you out of his embrace for even a moment, because now that he feels so close to you, how could he possibly let go? You’re perfect, after all, and you only get more perfect when you’re all tied up for him, all needy and helpless and his.

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

FACESITTING

Going hand in hand with his oral fixation, Osamu quickly finds that although he’s never done it with a woman before you, he absolutely adores having you sit on his face.

There’s something so trusting and intimate about it that makes him absolutely crazy; you trust him enough to let yourself be vulnerable on top of him, your thighs caging in his head and your pretty pussy at the perfect angle for him to ravage and destroy.

It’s so, so fucking hot, and from essentially your first few sexual encounters, Osamu will be somewhat shyly bringing it up, oddly scared that you’ll reject this fantasy of his. He’s always been too nervous to try it before, but with you, it feels like the ultimate form of worship. Like by doing it, he’s treating you the way you deserve – making sure everything is about you, that you’re enjoying yourself, that you’re finding the pleasure you deserve to feel.

And so, when you shakily agree to his plan, Osamu can’t help the way a giant grin splits across his face, excitement brewing in his veins as he strips off his clothing, practically throwing himself on the bed and wetting his lips, staring at you expectantly. Even if you try to tell him that you don’t want to crush him, that you’re worried you’ll break him or that you’ll look ugly from that angle, he’s having none of it. With every negative word that comes out of your mouth, he’s keeping count and telling you he’ll make you come that many times, that you’ve said you’ll crush me five times now baby, guess ‘m gonna have to make you cream five times, maybe you’ll even squirt for me, eh?

He’s quick to adjust you so that you’re fully sitting on him, slapping your hip harshly and telling you to just let go, to let your full weight drop on him, and if you were to look behind you, you’d see the way his hips buck up once you do as exactly as he says. He loves the way you suffocate him, how everything he can breathe, feel and taste is pussy, your pussy, his favorite thing on Earth.

And as he gets working, running his tongue along your folds and rubbing at your clit in figure eight motions, he finds that you’re so much more sensitive this way; he can see the way your tummy bulges out, your breasts looking tantalizing above his head, the angle he sees you at so strange yet so fucking hot.

It’s a wet dream come true, and as he encourages you to grind against his face, he can only squeeze his eyes shut and will himself not to cum, because the sensory overload is just too much. He’ll use his free hand so slap your ass, and if you were to reach behind you and toy with his cock, stroking or even squeezing it?

Well, don’t be surprised when a splatter of warm wetness hits your back, the moan he lets out downright sinful against your sensitive folds. He just really, really likes having you sit on his face, and he could leave you there for hours, idly nibbling on you and drinking up every last drop of slick you can offer him.

It’s heaven.

BITING

Osamu, in general, doesn’t like causing you pain. He’s not particularly interested in anything in the bedroom that could hurt you; he doesn’t want to see you bleeding or crying in anything other than pleasure, and for the most part he stays far away from anything like that, even if you beg him to try it.

However, the one thing he eventually relents and gives into trying if you bring it up is biting. Maybe it’s because it’s less inherently violent than slapping you around, than drawing a knife to your skin, or maybe it’s because there’s something so feral about it, so animalistic and natural.

He’s not sure, but the first time he lightly sinks his teeth against your flesh, an audible groan slips past his lips. There’s something so primal about it, like he’s staking his claim on you in the most basic, human way possible – leaving his teeth marks on your soft skin. He never bites hard enough to break the skin or leave any scars, but Osamu doesn’t mind; it’s about the heat of the moment, claiming you as his.

You're his lover, his woman, his to love and touch and fuck and cherish. And so, once this habit begins forming, Osamu takes nearly every opportunity he can to lightly bite you in the bedroom; when you’re throwing your head back and moaning as he thrusts into you, he’s sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, moaning against your skin as he licks and sucks at the area trapped between his jaws.

When your face is pressed into the mattress, your ass high in the air as he gropes and squeezes at it, he’s biting into the suppleness of your cheeks, making you squirm and moan into the pillow as he reaches under to rub fast circles at your clit.

He’ll even lightly bite at your nipples and breasts, paying extra care to not hurt you, but knowing that when you ride him, your tits are right fucking there, and how can he deny himself?

It’s something he never thought he’d see himself doing, but it just feels so right – and god, when you return the favor? When you sink your own teeth into his skin, biting down and claiming him as yours? Fuck, Osamu feels like he’s in heaven, the sensation of very slight pain making his cock stir inside of you, twitching and that much closer to filling you up with his seed.

He just likes the idea that you want to mark him back, that you consider him yours as he considers you his, and he’ll let you bite as hard as you want. He’s strong, he can take anything you give him, so please – bite him as much as you like, as hard as you like, as often as you like. He’ll enjoy it, he promises.

BIGGEST FANTASY:

When it comes to fantasies, Osamu is game to try pretty much anything you’d like to. His only hard and fast rules are no hurting you, and nothing that involves extreme humiliation. In that respect, he’s not especially harsh in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to be in a more dominant position, to get you squirming and crying out his name.

No, in fact that’s what he loves most – seeing you turn into a shaking, desperate mess right before his very eyes, all because of what he’s done to your body. As a result, Osamu quickly learns that one of the things he loves to do with you is to overstimulate you.

There’s something beautiful about the way you shake and writhe, how your eyes squeeze closed as the pleasure doesn’t let up, even after you’ve come and your body cries out for relief. He thinks you look so pretty as you beg him to stop, that you’re too sensitive, that you can’t take it because it’s too – too much ‘Samu, I can’t!

He’ll always shush you, kissing you and smothering your cries with his lips and tongue, still rubbing those circles against your clit that have you spasming below him. He likes pushing you to the brink as many times as he can, and while he enjoys the rush of power that comes from knowing he’s the one that’s driven you so crazy, the root of this fantasy is his protectiveness. He likes the idea of taking care of you, and this carries over into the bedroom as well – there’s something so romantic about making you come, about watching you fall apart just for him, your body trembling and your face twisting up into that pretty expression you make when you’re coming.

It’s addictive, really, so much so that Osamu is willing to swallow his pride and invest in something that’ll make getting you off much, much easier. That is, while he doesn’t inherently have any problems with toys, there’s a certain piece of his pride that’s lost when he buys the vibrator. There’s some part of him that wonders whether his mouth, fingers and cock aren’t enough, whether you need this stupid toy to feel good.

He’s hesitant to first use it, worried that you’ll enjoy the silicone more than his own touch, but the moment he presses the vibrations against your body, he can’t find it in himself to care – you’re gasping and clawing at his chest, the overstimulation hitting your body in waves because you just fucking came on his tongue.

You’re incoherent, babbling and trying to string words together that have no meaning, and Osamu can only watch with wide eyes, his lips parted and drool threatening to spill out because fuck, you’re so hot like this. You’re falling apart right before his eyes, the pleasure almost hurting because it’s too intense, but Osamu can’t find it in himself to care – especially not when you’re coming again a few minutes later, tears streaming down your cheeks as he keeps the toy over your clit, the vibrations never ending even as your body threatens to give out.

It’s just so goddamn hot, and Osamu knows that buying the toy was a good choice – you’ll never like it more than himself, he’s sure, but it gets the job done, and at the end of the day as long as you’ve come more times than he can count, isn’t that all that matters?

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asks, his voice husky as he leans down to lick at your clit again. You warble something out, an affirmation to his question that makes him growl and work harder at your nub, his fingers pumping at a steady pace inside of you. They’re callused, years of volleyball and cooking making them steady, precise, the texture feeling like heaven against your gooey, spongey walls.

Osamu groans, letting the vibrations roll against your sensitive skin. You jerk slightly at that, the stimulation to your clit making your head dizzy, but the building pleasure in your navel distracts you. With a sharp gasp, you’re whining out his name, “O-osamu, please ‘m gonna come! Don’t stop, oh fuck please don’t stop!”

Your cries motivate him, his eyes staring up at you as he watches your lips part, wanton moans falling past them as you twitch around his fingers, your walls clenching like wild, even your clit seeming to throb under his tongue. He uses his free hand to reach up and grope at your breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching at your nipples, anything to give you that extra stimulation he knows will having you falling off the edge.

And, a few seconds later, you do – with a heavenly cry of his name, all broken up by your own moans and gasps, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he keeps up the pace. You’re shaking, chanting his name like a prayer and threading your fingers through his short hair. Closing your eyes and hoping to recover your breath, your brows squeeze together at the sound of something buzzing.

“’Samu, what are you – oh!” You cut yourself off with a cry, your hips jerking upwards as Osamu places the baby blue toy against your bundle of nerves. Your body lights up, the pleasure seeming to pierce through you as Osamu continues to finger you, his gray eyes watching with hazy lust as you lose your mind.

“Too much! Oh fuck – fuck, shit, ‘Samu I can’t – too sensitive -!” It’s hard to make out what you’re saying over the sound of your own moans, the pressure building in your stomach seeming to ebb and flow as the vibrations destroy your clit. It’s too much, truly – you feel an overload of pleasure, the onslaught to much to even process.

“Fuck princess, ya look so hot like this, gonna make me cum.” Osamu groans, letting his head fall against your thigh as he removes his fingers, licking at your cum and cleaning them dry. A strangled moan falls past his lips at your taste, and as he shifts himself to sit up, he keeps the toy pressed firmly against your cunt. You’re crying, he thinks, your eyes tearing up as you moan and writhe, and though he worries for a moment that this hurts you more than pleasures you, your little cries of ‘s-so good’ have him grunting instead.

He changes the vibration pattern on the toy, now a steady throb-throb-throb that has your abdominal muscles visibly clenches, the pleasure driving you crazy with need. He’s mesmorized, watching like a child on Christmas as your lips part and get caught between your teeth, your body and face absolutely wrecked.

It’s not long before you’re slowly getting close again, your body tensing up and your muscles contracting, and Osamu watches with baited breath as you scream his name, your body winding up as your second orgasm hits you, much more explosive than your first. More slick oozes from your hole, visibly contracting and making his mouth water. He can’t wait anymore – he’s been a fucking saint so far, holding back in favor of making you feel good, but at the way you’re grasping at the pillows behind your head, your tits bouncing as you shake and tremble, Osamu’s lunging forward.

He's quick to align his cock with your cunt, already dripping pre-cum and desperate to feel you. He groans deeply as he slides inside, his voice cracking as he moans out, “So – so fucking tight baby, how’rya this fucking tight Jesus –“

You cut him off with a gasp of your own, the feeling of something so big stretching you out in the midst of your pleasure making tears slip down your cheeks. He’s still holding the vibrator over your clit, and you almost can’t feel it anymore, the sensation so strong. You claw at his shoulders, bringing him down for a kiss that he eagerly reciprocates as he beings thrusting into you. You’re so wet like this; wet and tight and fucking warm, and Osamu swears as he pulls back from the kiss, his own orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly.

He whines as he fucks into you, his face red while sweat drips at his temples, and though you’re nearly too fucked out to notice, Osamu gasps your name as he comes, sending spurts of hot, potent cum directly inside you. The sensation of his orgasm and the vibrations together send you over the edge, your final climax of the night as you scream his name and go limp, the pleasure making black spots dance along the edges of your vision.

Your body jerks as he turns the vibrator off, your skin clammy and sweaty as you stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, trying desperately to catch your breath. Osamu’s equally as breathless, scooping you into his arms as he holds you, kissing you and running his hand over your hair, whispering how well you did.

You’re too fucked out to listen, of course, but as Osamu holds you against his chest and coos at you, trying to recover from what may have been the best orgasm of his life, he can’t help but laugh a bit. You’re perfect, truly, and your pleasure ridden expression at the height of your orgasm just proves it.

[kaylaz-world-00]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

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Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 10

Final chapter ! It’s finished - finally. I wanted a wholesome final chapter for this so I hope you enjoy the fluff. I’ll be writing one shots for art and 2019 dilf art x reader fics as well as maybe some Stanford art x Patrick x reader ones so look out for them. I also wanna write for Matt Murdock so don’t yell at me if you see more him on my feed. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read this and put up with my slowwwwwwwww posts I’m really sorry I didn’t post a chapter a week like I originally planned

Hope you enjoy ! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Part 9

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‘What did Liam say?’

Art sat you down on his bed, you were too preoccupied with his words to think about the fact you’d never been in his room before. There was a tenderness in his eyes, clouded with a new passion, as he looked into your own.

‘He told me why he loves you.’

You tilted your head, almost cartoonishly, at the notion that Liam would admit something like that to Art.

‘And his reasons weren’t good enough I’m sorry.’

Art suddenly beamed at you. You felt almost high. What was good enough then? ‘I need you to listen to me,’ he moved closer to you on the bed, so his chest was only a few inches from yours. ‘I want to be with you.’ You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that.

‘Not just in that way silly.’

The breeze pulled the curtains dangerously close to the lamp, threatening to knock it over and interrupt Art’s thoughts even more. He didn’t know how to tell you how much you’d come to mean to him. In a short time he’d managed to feel as close to you as he felt to Patrick and yet he was lucky enough to see you as beautiful too. As you smiled at him, sat cross legged on his bed eagerly awaiting his next word, Art just thought she’s beautiful she’s beautiful she is so beautiful. He knew he wanted to be with you and he internally cursed himself for waiting so long to say it. Luck was shining on his face and he felt selfish to run with it but foolish to not.

‘I want to be your boyfriend.’

Had he said what your ears had just heard? What your eyes had just witnessed him blurt out? Was Art Donaldson asking you out? After a moment of reflection you realised he was waiting for an answer, a sign - some closure. You were leaving him hanging. Shit.

‘Are you…su- wow…sorry I’m just a bit surprised.’

It was clear Art found your shock amusing, if not a little confusing. How could a girl like you be surprised to be wanted? Surely it wasn’t such a rare occurrence.

‘Surprised? What about before?’

‘I mean… yeah it was great but one we didn’t actually have sex and two if we had you don’t owe me anything. I didn’t know if you were just horny or what - I mean what am I supposed to think? I was trying not to over think something for once and be a dumbass.’

Art squeezed your hand, such an innocent gesture it made your heart melt.

‘I like everything about you.’

‘You don’t … you don’t know me that well y’know.’

His thumb caressed the soft skin of your palm, before he entwined his fingers with yours completely.

‘I know you used to play mermaids in a secret pool as a kid, I know you’d rather eat strawberry and kiwi pancakes than just about anything else. I know you’re great at breaking things, especially new things, and that you hate Summer and I know you like taking care of people.’

You blinked quickly, unsure of what to say or do next as Art continued.

‘I know you’re the best friend Patrick’s ever had and you make his life better than he’ll ever admit, I know how you make me feel Y/N. And I know you’re going over every interaction we’d had in your head right now,’ oh he was good. ‘But you don’t need to. I’m asking you out, I’ll draw up a contract if it’ll make you feel better I just need you to know I’m serious.’ Art kissed you suddenly, short and sweet. ‘I’m serious about you.’

At a loss for words you kissed him back, pulling him by his waist on top of you not quite accidentally. He still smelt like strawberries, he would do for many years until his shampoo was discontinued and the two of you moved to New York and bought high end ones. Patrick often visited, when he wasn’t shagging every up and coming tennis player he met, in fact he was there when Art proposed to you. Just 3 years after he said he was serious about you, 3 years after he moved in and cemented himself into your world.

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[johnslittlespoon]

I love your bucky is dog fic so much!!! I reread it all the time it's so heart-warming and funny and just ahhh so good!! refreshing ao3 patiently and excitingly waiting for more<33

(a BIG mix of non–brainrot asks so i don't spam the timeline <33 some of these are from so long ago i'm so sorry. also lil disclaimer at the end about some specific asks i've been getting recently and why i won't be answering them! x)

1) !!?? you REREAD IT?? my heart wtf that's so sweet??? 😭💗 THANK U SM i will do my best to not let u down with future chapters even if shit gets a little bit angstier SDJKG <33

2) LMAO backseat gala–ing from the comfort of a couch 😭 judging the outfits as if they don't show up in plain tuxes half the time <3

3) <3333 thank u omg sjgkdk i'm so happy if my lack of stfu ability brings any bit of joy to anyone LOL

4) ILY THX LEGEND @air-exec u enable me too much <33

5) ALWAYS HAPPY TO INDULGE!! thank u for indulging my constantly rotting brain ur so kind 😭 <333

6) yaurrr i think it's just bc i do Not enjoy being around children LMAO i can't ever get into pregnancy/family dynamic type fics in general, i wish i could tho bc they're so wholesome :') but YEAH exactly ugh. it's like. the action of talking about it, especially when it's unattainable, is so intimate bc it's like an "i love you this much" thing. but it's also so hot bc the possession of it (and possible feminization depending on the pairing) sighhh

also i feel that sooo hard, sometimes you just gotta go where ur writing heart takes u yk? it's hard to write something if ur not fully invested :') and omg stop i WILL cry. 😭💗 wtf. thank YOU!! ofc i would read!! some ideas just /hit/ and urs is one of them <33 but also yes omg it's UP there (if not at the top) on my list of pwps i wanna write once i finish yad(iym) <33 thank you for sharing urs too and sending u good writing vibes regardless of what u write!!

7) GAHH this ones been on my ao3 read later since u sent this ask in!!! i literally have started a doc with links to moots fics i need to read/general fics i've stumbled across that look good and this one is for sure going in it. i do love reading sooo much, i just have the hell combo of adhd and dyslexia but i did start concerta a couple weeks ago which has def made it a bit easier to read lmfao thank fuck.

i think i just get in this headspace where i'm either a reader or a writer when i'm working on smth, idk if anyone else does this? i have a hard time slipping btwn both mindsets, i'm usually locked in on one at a time LOL but i need to get my shit together bc fuck everyone in this fandom writes so damn good and i want to leave long essays on all the fics and hype people up <33 i think once i finish the dog fic i'll take a few days to just consume my reading list to celebrate SJDGK

also omg i can't believe this ask is from before i even posted it that's crazyyy MY BAD. thank u and also that made me giggle JSKDG if that's my legacy in this fandom i'm honestly so happy ab that okay dog coded bucky is everything to me and i will do whatever i can to do him justice <333 and thank u again for the rec!

8) [ X ] UGHHH stop mammal RUINED me. he's soososoo pretty i want to die i think about that barry era as curt in the motaverse so often it makes me sick. i love pretty twinks!! xx (i have a whole motaverse au curtbucky where curt looks like 2012–ish barry and he's ken's age and they're cute lil mechanics together and it's so stupidly elaborate and niche and maybe i'll do smth w it one day who knows)

9) this is very sweet and i do appreciate you respecting my boundaries! thank you <3 i think a lot of people get annoyed at adults asking minors not to interact with nsfw posts on here bc the argument is always "they're gonna look even if you ask them not to" which, yeah, true! i was a teenager growing up online, i sure as hell did not let 18+ warnings stop me ever lmfaoo. i'm not telling minors to stay off my account because ik if people wanna find specific content, they're gonna find it. if teens are learning ab gay sex thru my blog, then at least they're learning ab it from a gay man who tries to keep things realistic in fic and who isn't a creep LOL.

that being said, i more so bar off minors interacting with my nsfw posts/writing bc i personally just feel uncomfortable discussing stuff like that with anyone who isn't an adult, and sometimes i don't have the time to check bios for ages (or sometimes bios don't have ages) before i reply to comments or whatever, so it's just easier to ask that y'all stick to the sfw so i don't accidentally brainrot some cooked shit with a child JSDJKG bc i would feel icky. i hope you understand <3

10) IT MAKES ME SICKKK. not only that, but when i was rewatching it with my irl last week, i realized that in e5 when bucky's smoking in the plane after gale goes down, he's sitting in the right (gale's) seat, which i'm pretty sure he doesn't do at any other time :((( like he was trying to be close to him in anyway he could </3

11) omg i've been meaning to watch that just to get a better inside look at stuff for world building purposes lmaooo but that sounds so wholesome :( i read that a lot of the guys would get real sad/touchy around holidays (obviously), so i could see a oneshot where one of them takes it upon themselves to try and cheer everyone up the best they can under their circumstances. a little found family holiday </33

12) thank u for the rec!! i'm suuuch a slow reader, i'm still working my way thru the actual mota book LOL but i've added this to my reading list <3 i think i might've actually read a couple excerpts from that one in doing research for my fic and it looks really interesting (and heartbreaking) so i'm sure i'll pick up a copy eventually :^)

13) oh 100% agree!! as someone who already isn't super interested in fashion/pop–culture, i find it very hard to look at the men's outfits and be blown away by any of them LOL but the women?? insane. was losing it over lana and zendaya's fits tonight ngl. hunter had me in a chokehold with last year's <3 tangent alright i always say this to my friends but i'm just jealous in general that women have so many more options in terms of clothes like.

okay listen i know i can leave my house in a skirt or crop top or whatever and a lot more guys are def starting to feel comfortable doing so. but i also enjoy not worrying about getting jumped or looked at funny! it's a lot safer than it used to be to do so, even in my small ass conservative town i'll sometimes put on some dangly earrings or a bit of rodrick–liner SJKDG but that doesn't mean it's normalized yet or whatever. point being that i wish it was because men's outfits would be sm more exciting at these fashion events if they had a wider range of options too!

but that aside, absolutely. until that changes, really it's not that hard for the men who are going with women (who don't want to go crazy with their outfits/who are more lowkey like you said) to just. wear something nice and on theme that compliments their partner's outfit and they'll be FINE. anything is better than something boring with no effort; effort doesn't have to equal crazy and fancy and elaborate. like austin's 2022 look has always been a standout to me because it was still a really nice look (even if it was simple) and it also worked so well because of who he had at his side. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but i also literally don't know shit ab fashion so i rly shouldn't be speaking on it LOL. i just know some things make me go oh no and some make me go YUM

and that's probs the last i'll post about the met bc i rly don't care thaaaat much, i was just happy to see barry since he wasn't at the panel this weekend <3

OKAY THAT WAS SO MUCH I'M SORRY. i just felt really bad bc some of those have been sitting in my inbox for months bc i was waiting to compile them all into a post like this :-) but also one last thing, idk if it's bc of me stepping out of mota to talk ab the emmy stuff/the met this week, but i've had a couple gossip/drama(?) asks and i just wanna say rn that i won't be posting stuff like that, even though they've been worded kindly! one, because i rly only post about fic/brainrot/mota–fandom related stuff here (aside from rare exceptions like today lol). and two, because as much as i adore our boys and try to keep up with the things they're up to, i personally don't vibe with speculating about them (esp if it's in a way that kinda. forgets they are grown men who probably don't think twice ab some of the stuff that people think they do lolol). i have no issue with people who do like to talk ab that stuff, i follow update blogs and think it's totally fine as long as it's done respectfully! i just don't feel like talking about gossip fits the vibe here and frankly i don't care enough about what goes on behind the scenes half the time; i'm just here to create and support and be insane. <33 that's all, just wanted to say that so ppl aren't waiting to have those asks answered/aren't sending more in! x

[willowisapillow]

❤️ The Animated Misadventures Of Chucky And Andy (CONCEPT) ❤️

🎉 Friends till the end! 🎉

I have been way too obsessed with this AU y’all. While I was drunk on water, I was thinking about that, “If there was a movie or TV show where Chucky and Andy were friends, I would definitely watch it” comment I made in my Child’s Play AU post, and being me, I felt like making that a reality… sorta.

I’ve been making tons of sketches of a hypothetical TV show based on my whole AU, and yesterday, I decided to draw this goofy ahh little mock-up of what it would look like if it actually became a cartoon. And oh boy, do I have so many ideas for this that I so desperately wanna share :]

So since Chucky ain’t a murderer in this, it’s a (slightly) more wholesome take on the series, but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna water it down, make it more saccharine or kiddify it. There would be some crude humor, dark jokes/black comedy, and lots of strong language, mostly coming from ol’ Charles himself, since he is also iconic for his very “colorful” language. Basically, it would be an adult cartoon in the same vein as other shows like South Park or Rick and Morty, but a bit more toned down.

So while there’s no extreme violence, I’d still think the series would probably be rated TV-14, along with a DL warning for suggestive dialogue and coarse and/or crude language. As for which channel the series would possibly air on, I’m thinking that it would most likely be on SYFY, or maybe Adult Swim.

Now for the plot! The whole plot is basically the whole, “lonely and eccentric young kid finds a magical/supernatural creature or thing and becomes friends with it” type plot. Think Lilo and Stitch, or Ponyo, but instead of an alien or a goldfish, it’s a talking doll. And as I’ve mentioned in my Child’s Play AU post, the events that would happen in the show would be similar to that of a slice-of-life anime like Azumanga Daioh, or literally any sitcom you can think of.

Chucky tries doing something unhinged and outlandish, often dragging and coercing Andy into his shenanigans, but the both of them would get caught in 4k by Karen.

Here’s a little summary of what the premise would be; 

“Young Andy Barclay’s life changes forever once he gets a Good Guy doll as a present from his mother. Little did the both of them know that this doll is a little more special than the others. Join him and his foul-mouthed sentient Good Guy doll, Chucky in wacky hijinks in this fun and irreverent slice-of-life comedy!”

In the show, the only people who would know about Chucky’s coming-to-life gimmick would be Andy and Karen (of course), and a few of Andy’s classmates, since there would be some episodes where he would sneak him into school to show his classmates, and um… you can imagine how it would go down lol

Actually, at the time of writing this, I thought up this super cursed scenario where Andy brings Chucky for show and tell, and some other girl brings a Barbie doll, and Chucky starts flirting with it. Jesus H. Christ, I can’t unsee it 💀

Since this does take place in the late 80s (specifically 1988), there would, of course, there would be things like MTV, big poofy hair, neon clothing, aerobic videos, etc. I absolutely adore anything 80s-related, so you know I’m definitely gonna go hard with the retro aesthetic for this show. There would be episodes where Andy and Chucky are hanging out at the local arcade, and just them playing NES games at home.

And last but certainly not least, there’s the voice actors. Obviously, I’m gonna keep Brad Doriff as Chucky, because mans is absolutely iconic. Though I’m not really sure who the hell would voice Andy or Karen. I do kind of imagine Karen being voiced by Dorothy Elias-Fahn or Tara Platt, but what would be your suggestions?

❤️ 🎉 ❤️

[paintedkinzy-88]

Anon that asked about Ink's dragon form before, I'm not the anon that was asking the last few questions, but they definitely have some really good questions! I also imagine that if the transformation wasn't so painful for Ink, he would cause so much more chaos and do so many more pranks lmao

But if you have an idea for the turtles as dragons, you should absolutely show them- Dragon versions of characters are always so awesome and I imagine turtle dragons could look incredible!

(Side note, if you somehow haven't seen it yet, you should definitely check out the Cass apocalyptic series whenever you have the chance, it's an amazing what-if senario that takes place after the ROTTMNT movie)

Also, because crossovers can be so fun... how do you think Ink and rise Mikey (or any of the others, those two just sounded like they could be so chaotic and wholesome especially because they're both artists) might get along?

In order of your paragraphs;

Oh Ink would cause so much chaos you have no idea. He pulls pranks and runs around like a cat with the zoomies just as he is now, imagine what he could do with no restraints?? The true god of destruction—

Yessssss I’ve designed them once, but didn’t really like how they turned out in the end?? They looked too generic and I wanted something more fun than that! They aren’t exactly turtle-dragons… but rather how I imagine their characters as dragons?? Like Mikey’s long and small and fast, Raph’s big and bulky with thick wings, and the twins are both more aquatic! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Maybe I’ll post the rough I have for them now if you want it, but they’re definitely getting a redesign eventually wheeeze

I live and BREATHE Cass’ work sOBBING. The last few updates had me on the floor, and I’m always so excited for the more!! ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ That and the plethora of fanfics I’m following, I have fallen and I have fallen hard man—

The crossover I didn’t know I needed. Ironically there’s already a skeleton in Rise so at least I can say the Turts wouldn’t be freaked out by any of the Sanses. XD Mikey and Ink I think would get along swimmingly, honestly! Both of them are artists, and Ink would so be into having an artist buddy he could give pointers to. They’re both tiny, energetic, love chaos/pranks, and can be absolutely terrifying when they wanna be!!

I think the only thing that might make their friendship a bit tense is Ink’s grey morals?? Mikey would absolutely be ok with the whole no-soul thing (if he can accept Draxum he can accept a soulless god… kinda the same), but his... “Save the majority over the few” mindset and general disregard to individual lives that are not close to him might be a bit concerning? But not a deal breaker by any means.

[toonycatuwu]

Toony's McCallistan Lore: Chapter 2

~Guess Who's Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner~

(requested by @kaneda-shotaros-12th-bike )

Remember, if you want more tobeysode analysis posts, feel free to send them my way in some asks!

(SPOILER WARNING: This series contains heavy spoilers. If you wanna read it, you're gonna have to watch the actual episode first.)

It's not even close to Thanksgiving, but I don't care.

The episode starts off with people celebrating Thanksgiving (oddly enough, Dr. Two-Brains seems to be innocently chilling with his henchmen for once.)

You know who else is celebrating Thanksgiving? The Botsford family, of course. In the next scene, they're just going grocery shopping for, gah dayum... 22 BAGS OF FROZEN PEAS FOR BECKY'S MOM'S MYSTERY DISH! And a turkey. In fact, it's the last turkey in the grocery store. Becky takes it without hesitation and they continue shopping. Oh, by the way, there's the Botsford Family Wishbone Wishoff Competition! Oh, by the way, you might wanna remember that thing for later.

What's that? Vibraphones and pizzicato string noises? In the key of C Minor? You know what that means... ✨it's tobin' time✨

"Tobey! No playing with your toys until we're finished shopping! >:(" Claire McCallister, Tobey's mother, commands.

"Yes, mother... 😒✨" Tobey replies in an 🌸elegantly🌸 disappointed tone of voice.

I find it kinda funny that his mom calls the robot remote a "toy", to be honest. It's like she's dealt with robot attacks before and she's just so tired of it that she has literally no other choice but to call it a ridiculous little device, y'know, like some sort of video game thing. She's just like "oh nah not this again, my son is aboutta cause a despair-inducing event". Can't blame her tho, I certainly would've gotten tired of trying to stop my child from causing evil to humanity 24/7.

When the mother of the precious-kawaii-poggers-intelligent-handsome-formidable-boy-genius child asks the meat counter worker for one succulent round turkey (fr tho she has the most elegant voice and vocabulary, I guess Tobey really does take after his mother in terms of mannerisms and accent...), surprise surprise, there's no more turkeys left. That's because somewhere else, Tobey used one of his 🤖robits🤖 to stop a truck from delivering the turkeys to the store. Well, that's a waste of food.

Here's where the juicy lore all about Tobey begins. After his mother says something along the lines of "What will we do without a turkey, Tobey?" he says "I just don't know, mother..." and then... his fantasy scene about him dating WordGirl begins. YEEEESSSS YEEAAAAHAHAHA-

Here's what he said about his devious plan (verbatim):

"Perhaps I'll finally get to play with my 🍁Thanksgiving-themed🍁 pilgrim 🤖robits🤖! The ones that'll lure 🌟WordGirl🌟 out to a fight and force her to spend 🍁Thanksgiving🍁 with 💖yours truly💖! ✨Ohohoho~✨"

The imagery while he says this is a bit wholesome, yet it just seems so... lonely. I don't mean "lonely" in that r/CringeTopia way, I mean "lonely" as in actually depressing. It just shows them just chilling and eating turkey in a secluded area, specifically an island with literally nothing but water around it. The scenery is Thanksgiving-themed, of course. However, it shows WordGirl sitting across from Tobey, wait, actually, not sitting. Literally being TRAPPED in a 🤖robit🤖's hand while staring romantically at him. The more I look at this fantasy, the more I feel the ambience slowly shift from wholesomeness to despair and loneliness. Think about it: this is a SECLUDED island, y'all. This land is straight up unpopulated and empty, and yet there's a ship in the background for some reason, like someone decided to just leave it there. It definitely wasn't Tobey who controlled that ship, because all he uses is robots (in this case, probably waterproof because how else is it gonna get here besides the ship that is probably way to small for it)! That ship was probably for extra storage or something, or built on the spot for emergencies in case the robot breaks down. However, WordGirl has the power to fly away from here in mere SECONDS. That means that the robot had a HELLA tight grip on her, because in Tobey Goes Good, when the robot squeezes WordGirl just tight enough for her to not have any ability to even move (or in the worst case scenario, BREATHE), it can successfully keep her trapped. She's probably getting her ribcage squeezed if his fantasy was real, and it really looks like she had no other choice but to spend time with Tobey if she wanted to stay alive. And there Tobey is... just staring at her, thinking: Finally, we are alone, and I'll keep you to myself... that's gotta be the most depressing thing ever. Let that sink in. If he wanted her to himself, he had to actually trap her in a way where she couldn't get out whatsoever (and unfortunately, he may unintentionally delete her), bring her all the way to a deserted island, and just force her to spend time with him. Either that or Tobey really thought WordGirl was just gonna willingly vibe with being taken to the empty island and all this was just a peaceful date.

That's one messed up imagination, but without the disturbing part of the visuals, it seems like Tobey wanted to lure her out to a fight first, get rid of the robots, and then surprise her with a dinner date on that deserted island, because WordGirl, at least, seemed happy to be with him. Something tells me that the animators did that on purpose to try to make it seem like he had manipulative intentions. Nice try, animators, but you're not gonna stop me from shipping them. Never ever.

Anyways, Becky's dad, noticing that the McCallister family doesn't have a turkey, invites them to their family dinner. The ToBecky duo/soon-to-be-couple groans in disappointment. (Homies, should we tell 'em?)

Later that day, the whole family- I MEAN two families eat Thanksgiving dinner together. The kids are STILL upset with each other (okay, I admit it. In the future, I predict when these two get married, the two families together at the dinner table will be one family combined. skull emoji 💀) When the Tobester sees his 🤖robits🤖 outside, he's like "Daddy will be with you soon >:)". Which is hella funny because he really does treat his 🤖robits🤖 like they're his own children. In one episode, Tobey says to one of them, "Stop that foolishness! I raised you better than that!" (Quote source: Have You Seen The Remote?) This shows that he really acts like a father figure to his robots. 💀skull emoji💀

Now, everybody gangsta till lil' bro TJ says "Hey Tobey, is that remote control for one of your famous robots? :D"

The whole room gets quiet and everyone stares at him in confusion (half of em stare at him in anger lmao) until Tobey replies that the remote is not for robots and is actually a radio. Here's the lyrics to the absolute BANGER of a mini-song Tobey makes up on the spot:

Thanksgiving Is Here (by Theodore "Tobey" McCallister III)

🎵🍁 Boo-puh-duh-puhhh~

Thanksgiving is here

Troo-duh-doo-duh-doo-duh-doo~

This is the song to play on Thanksgiving on the radio

Buh-deh-peh-deh-deh~

Drums~! 🍁🎵

There would be an epic drum solo after he says "Drums", but alas, it is only a mere mini-song that was only made up on the spot.

On a good note, most of the people in the room seem to like the song! Tobey's mom tells him to put the thing away anway, though.

After the Botsford parents announce that they will be cooking up the special dish Becky's mom is gonna make, Tobey finds a way to distract his mother so that he can carry out his evil plan. When he disappears, the adults finish cooking the special dish. Tobey's mom finds him missing (aww she called him "My Tobey", what a sweet mother) and tries looking for him.

Tobey sneaks up to Becky's room (hmm, how odd that he chose Becky's room out of all rooms... 🤔) to finally control his robots. To distract everyone else at the dinner table, Becky says that she's going to get a surprise from her room. She's like "GOOD GRACIOUS, TOENAIL, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR" and Tobey refuses. Becky resorts to BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR (what a waste of wood, she could've tried lockpicking or smth. Also how tf did no one hear them from all the way downstairs??)

Becky transforms into WordGirl and the big bad battle happens. But they stop for a second! Then this lil' convo happens (verbatim, again):

"Why are you so reluctant to stop the battle for a second?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about answering that question... until I know what the word reluctant means... :<"

I just wanna point out that Tobey's voice when he says that last part is just so adorable. It made me AUDIBLY! go "aww~". He's just so humiliated about not knowing a word in front of his crush, and he just wants her to help him out by defining that word for him, isn't that so sweet >////< 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

Also, that 🤖robit🤖's hand gestures like he's defining "reluctant" for Tobey instead of WordGirl got me deceased 💀SKULL EMOJI💀

WordGirl says that Thanksgiving is a holiday where you just chill with your loved ones, eat dinner, and say how grateful we all are with anything. Also, she then goes on to say that, let's face it, there's gotta be at least one thing that he's grateful for.

Then Tobey says this (verbatim AGAIN):

"I'm grateful for Wor- 😳 *ahemmm* 🤖robits🤖... 😒✨"

And he also says that spending the holiday at Becky's house was "fairly tolerable", and WordGirl says that's the nice thing he's said about her- I MEAN Becky. Whichever one. Doesn't matter. This scene is hella wholesome, by the way. They even called the battle a tie! :3

After the ToBecky duo return to their dinner, Tobey says that he's grateful for the dinner and the fact that the Botsfords invited them. HE'S SO NICE WHEN HE'S NOT BEING A MENACE TO THE CITY WAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

Becky gives her surprise, which is an announcement. (Funny that she said that she had to go up to her room to "get" her surprise, and afterwards she said that the surprise is actually given verbally. How tf did no one in the room even notice that??) The announcement is an invitation for the McCallisters to join in the (hope you remembered this one) Botsford Family Wishbone Wishoff Competition! BECKY IS ALSO HELLA NICEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

Guess what, guys... TOBEY WON THE COMPETITION 🗣🗣🗣🗣🔊🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢📢💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥‼‼‼‼‼‼‼‼ HE'S THE MVP FR!!!!!!!

Oh, and next year, the Botsfords will come over to their house for Thanksgiving. (ngl I kinda wanted to see that lmao)

In the end, the ToBecky duo start vibing with each others' presence. THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER AWAWWAWAWWWWAWAWAWAWAWWAWWAAHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

~The End~

[reversetimelord]

Edited out the op so people don’t go send hate or whatever but this was in the replies

Your heart rate rises in fear because…your husband is having a hard time and needs to talk/be with you for a bit to destress? From an autistic pov I doubt he’s being intentionally clingy or whatever (yeah they say “whenever he needs something” so idk if he’s neglectful otherwise but that’s not what I’m getting and bear with me). If you don’t want a long ass conversation and/or you wanna finish watching the news before talking about stuff, mayhaps communicate that??? And regarding the book and hat thing, yeah it can be frustrating if you’re busy reading or watching something and you’re relaxed and then someone interrupts that, but if my significant other was feeling like garbage and wanted me attention for a bit to help chill out, I think that’s a little more important than being in the middle of catching a legendary or whatever. These sound like little things that are annoying to the person writing the post but mean a great deal to their partner, but they’re making it sound like such a huge deal. “At my expense”, “another side to wholesome stories” oh Boo Fucking Hoo; your partner is constantly bombarded at all angles by a confusing overwhelming world and when they see you it gives them some peace and they feel like that for once they have a place in a world that is constantly against them, but YOU have to GET UP and LOOK FOR A HAT WHEN YOU’RE COMFY ON THE SOFA, oh poor baby! To hear someone say something so beautiful like OP then someone comes in to say “yeah I’m this to someone, but did you ever think about sometimes I have to put down my book to help the person I supposedly love not fucking break down from stress in the form of listening to them play music? The ANXIETY THAT BRINGS ME, there’s ANOTHER SIDE to these stories. And yeah imma say I’m also neurodivergent without mentioning in any way how it affects me but I’m gonna tell the whole internet how my partner experiences his own neurodivergency (whilst infantilising him despite saying I’m not doing that). POOR ME!”

They tagged it with autism and neurodivergence as well, which also just seems really fucking off to me; like do you want autistic people to go into community tags and read about how they’re probably a burden to their significant others???

[kimtaegis]

First of all Annie, thank you for your kindest words under my namgi set💖 I remember i saw a post on my dash once asking gifmakers (or ccs) something like "reblog this post and let your follower tell you what's your thing when it comes to your creations" (i hope i'm making sense). I still don't know what my thing is but judging by your (and kayla's and pat's) comments this kind of content is very me. And yes i notice that too, that i prefer to make gifs with the boys being goofy or just laughing, a nice change for my introverted and a bit dark real life personality. There's something healing for me in all these moments <3

As for your question under my Tae gifset i was talking about this post: /post/698284153707315200/taehyung-yet-to-come-in-busan

I mean i saw this first gif and the next two with him in that black jacket and then it's a blur😁😁 And the rest is history so yeah, thank you Annie! Very very much!😉

Sending you my love and my hugs💖✨ Don't work too hard and take care of yourself darling!

omg dasha it’s my utmost pleasure, thank you for making such wholesome, heartwarming content that one can’t help but simply associate with you! it’s lovely that you can express your soft and silly side through your creations, it’s not only bringing you joy and comfort but all of us too, trust me 🤍

and akhdjf it was a ytc in busan set? oh god dasha you’re really a baby (toddler?) army let me smooch you! 😭 oh that’s so awesome, I love that you’re part of this fandom, I wouldn’t wanna miss you again! thank you for this ask, you made me smile as usual 🤍 I love you!! and thank you so much again for the taehyung set! it’s brilliant 🤍

[railingsofsorrow]

Revelations

[JJ Maybank × Reader]

summary: the one where jj maybank realizes what everyone has been saying this whole time.

pairing: jj maybank × fem!reader

word count: 1.9K

warnings/content: just a tiny bit of angst in the beginning; wholesome moments with the pogues; mentions of being in a boat? if that bothers you; slight misunderstanding; kiara playing cupid; soft JJ ™; some kissing; friends to lovers typa vibe.

A/N: this one's been sitting on my drafts for a while and I decided to post it. FORGIVE MY GRAMMAR, it hasn't been my strongest day I'm still grieving duskwood.

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You haven't been alright for a few days now. Some things happening at home that you had no control of but the blame still fell on you. And there was nothing you could do about it. But your mind wandered to the worst king of places. Except for when your friends were around. Then, your brain gave you a bit of a rest.

“Whatcha' thinking, huh?” Kiara nudged your shoulder playfully. You were on the HMS Pogue, smoking a joint to relax after class. The boys would meet you there soon.

Accepting the stick, you inhaled the substance slowly, closing your eyes. You wanted to forget every problem you had that day. But it was just so hard.

“If I did well on the math test.” You lied swiftly. You got that skill from your mother.

Kiara gave you a judgemental look, pulling the joint from your fingers as if that had been some kind of offense towards her.

“Right. Only you would be thinking about school stuff while we're out here away from that hell hole.”

You smiled sadly and leaned your cheek on her shoulder. “I'm so tired, Kie.” You said, letting out a sigh.

An arm wrapped around you gently, “You wanna take a nap on me? Just lay down.”

Not that kind of tired.

Although you did lay down. As soon as your head was on her lap you fell into a light slumber, with the sound of calm waves dancing in your ears.

It seemed you were that kind of tired, because when the boys arrived yelling profanities at each other like usual you didn't even acknowledged them.

JJ's grin only widened as he saw you were present. When his feet landed on the boat, he immediately went towards your sleeping frame.

Kiara mentioned for him to not bother you.

He rolled his eyes, crouching down next to you. “Hi, princess.” He said quietly, observing your calm features. He smoothed down the slightest crease in your forehead, careful not to wake you up. He knew things hadn't been great at home and therefore you should be enjoying every piece of peace you had. Leaving a longing kiss on your cheek, he stood up and moved closer to the boys again.

Pope was still staring at him when he approached them; a look being exchanged between him, Kiara and John B.

“What are you lookin' at?” JJ pushed, frowning at Pope's weird expression. He turned to his other best friend once he heard a laugh. “What's happening? Am I missing the joke here?”

Kiara mumbled something he couldn't hear and John B. made sure to keep laughing.

“You're in love with her. That's what's happening.” Pope said plainly, sitting down on the deck of the boat. “Can't even disguise it in the slightest.”

JJ scoffed at him in disbelief. Now it has just gotten to another level. The pogues mocked him about having a crush on you— alright. He even admitted it once. Because who wouldn't have a crush on you? Have they even taken a look at you? Kiara had a thing for you for a while, too. It wasn't that weird. You were friends. Friends could have crushes on each other. But being in love? Too much. Definitely.

JJ tried to convince himself that this wasn't his case. He wasn't that too far gone for you..... was he?

He looked at the other two to see if they shared the same thought on the matter. By their faces, they certainly did. God, what?!

“Shut the fuck up, Pope.” He snarled helplessly, frowning as he struggled to open the bear bottle.

“Wanna help with that, pretty thing?” You questioned, letting out a yawn due to just have woken up. That was a good nap, at least. JJ swallowed dry when you came closer and pulled the bear away from his hands.

Well, he might as well be too far gone. There was no way no one wouldn't fall for your little actions or your spontaneous way of be.

Hooked on the top of your jeans laid a keychain with a tin opener. You have gained it from him a while ago and that never left your clothes whenever you went to. It was always helpful, somehow. Which was the only reason you carried it with you, not because it reminded you of JJ, of course. “There. You still suck at opening those, by the way.” You mocked, poking his sunburned cheek as you walked towards Pope and sat beside him on the deck to watch the sunset.

“Close your mouth, you don't want to catch flies.” John B. said to him, chugging down his beer as he jumped to the conductor's area of the boat.

“Hey, lover boy.” Kiara greeted as JJ rested by her side. He groaned in response. “You should say something to her.”

JJ stared at her as if she was crazy, “What? And what should I say exactly, Kie? All of you took that crappy weed from last time, didn't you? Cause it only could be it. Not in love with anyone here.”

Kiara shrugged; she kind of expected the denial coming from him. Just like it came from her. “Sure. There's just some things you can't change, JJ.”

He gave her a sideways glance.

“Like the things she tells only you. Not even me. You know how many secrets she kept from me just this week? Oh, at least a thousand.” Kiara huffed out a laugh, leaning back on the body of the boat to feel the sun on her skin. “But I just know she's told you everything and I don't even have to ask. It's just by looking at you guys to see. You share something that... Well, friends don't share that something.”

The blond boy almost spit out his drink, “We're not macking on each other, Kiara.” He hissed, eyeing the deck to see if you or Pope had listened to anything. No. Your head was resting against Pope's shoulder and his cheek on the top of your head. Something in JJ's chest pinched.

“I know you're not.” She rolled her eyes. “But don't you want to?” Kiara didn't need his answer to know it.

That got him by surprise and he averted his blue eyes elsewhere, sipping on the bottle to prevent from answering.

Kiara smirked. “You sly motherfucker!” She kicked his knee to force him to look at her. “Just act on it, JJ. What's wrong with you? So straightforward usually.”

He watched the pair on the front of the boat once again before shaking his head. He wouldn't deny it anymore. At least not to Kie. She was pretty high, he noticed. She would forget this conversation by tomorrow morning.

“It's different.” I've-never-felt-this before-different. Jesus, what was that, a fucking fairytale? He might as well gain wings now. “She's not interested anyway.”

“Don't be crazy.”

“Look at that,” JJ lifted Kiara's chin in yours and Pope's direction. You were talking quietly about something, probably a new formula to save the world from a still-not-found-disease. “Tell me how I have a chance, Kie.” He averted his attention towards the sea.

Kiara slapped his thigh, which made him let out a sound of pain. When he looked at her to ask what on earth was that, she had a wavering finger pointed to him. JJ narrowed his eyes at her trying to be serious while clearly being high.

“They're like siblings, you idiot. How can you even...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “She doesn't like him like that either.”

JJ perked up at that, “What do you mean?”

Kiara waved him off and went back laying down on the wooden bench.

“Kie,” He frowned. “Kie.” He whined, nudging her leg. “What do you mean?”

Kiara didn't wake up for a while, and it wasn't long until you were alone on the deck, enjoying the sunlight in your body. Your feet hanging out of the boat. You loved that feeling of freedom. This environment was the perfect distraction you needed from home.

“Hi,” You felt something being pressed against your head and opened your eyes. JJ had sat right beside you, one leg crossed over as the other hung out of the boat just like yours. His hair was a bit wild because of the wind and the missing hat that usually held it back in place.

You adjusted his cap on your head, making a salute gesture to him.

“Hello, pretty thing. How are you?” You asked the blond, turning your body slightly towards him. Almost subconsciously, that was what always happened.

“I'm in paradise,” JJ exclaimed, pointing to their surroundings with his head.“...so I'm great, princess. You?”

You grinned at his response, “Same as you, baby.” You took the liberty to slide closer to the boy, pulling your legs over his. JJ leaned back, fingers grazing your tight softly as he looked at the horizon.

Every time your attention would drift to the same place: his eyes. It was unconscious, you'd caught yourself studying his bright blue orbs which were so full of emotion and always glinted with something. You loved JJ Maybank's eyes. Mostly because they revealed everything about him.

JJ could feel his side profile burn and he turned to you, who quickly looked away with a scrunch of your nose. You were embarrassed that he caught you staring.

His grin widened and he leaned down closer to you “Like what you see, princess?”

“You had an eyelash on your cheek...”

“Oh, did I?” He pretended to be impressed, “Take it out then. Let's make a wish together.”

You rolled your eyes heavily, pushing him playfully. “I wish for you to shut the hell up, Maybank.”

“But you love my voice.” He pouted, tilting his head and causing light blonde strands to fell in his eyes. You shook your head with a small smile.

You raised your fingers, brushing his locks back carefully. “I do love it, but that doesn't make you any less annoying.”

A smirk grew on his lips as he leaned on your touch slightly, “Mhm.”

“JJ,” You whispered, drawing his nose with your pointer finger until it reached his mouth. “Can I ask you something?”

His heart skipped a beat.

“Sure.”

You straightened your back to be able to reach him better, hands finding their way to the nape of his neck. Your body moved on its own now.

“If I kissed you now... What would you do?”

“You have to ask?” He croaked out, eyes not leaving your lips in a daze.

Smiling, you finally closed any line of space you had between you two. His lips were soft against yours, moving in a slow rhythm. He tasted like mint and cheap bear. And the feeling of his hands on your neck, pulling you closer, made your stomach do little flips.

Whistles and yelling took you out of your moment, causing you to split apart against your will for simple curiosity. You shouldn't have.

Behind you was John B. and Kiara laughing like crazy, tinting their bear bottles, as a disappointed Pope passed the money to them. He was still smiling a little.

“They made a bet on us, didn't they?” You asked, turning back to JJ and burying your face in his neck. His chest vibrated in a chuckle as his arms embraced you slowly, he wanted to feel closer. Your body warmth soon matched his.

“Yeah, princess.” He left a kiss on exposed neck, causing you to shiver slightly. “They so did a bet on us.”

After a while he yelled back to the three, “And we want half of it!”

[oddballwriter]

MH & EMH Guys and the Unique Things You Two do Together

Summary: The MH and EMH guys and things that feel unique to your relationship with them

Warnings: HABIT’s here

Relationship: romantic 💕

Author’s Snip: Felt wholesome. Hope you like it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Marbles Hornets

Tim

Late night drives

He struggles to sleep a lot and he’ll sometimes (more like frequently) give you a call to see if you’re still up and asks if you’re done for a drive

You guys don’t really have any places you go, Tim just drives around town and you two bask in the passing lights and presence of the other

Sometimes you lightly sing to the songs on the radio, talk about whatever comes to mind, sometimes you’ll just enjoy the silence

In all honesty by the end of it and you’re making your way back to your homes, Tim will just ask if you wanna spend the night

If you say yes then you just head to his house and head to sleep

If not, that’s fine, he’ll drop you off and kiss you good night

It sounds so simple but there’s something weirdly intimate about it

Brian

Snack runs

There’s something to it that just feels so special to the two of you

You guys just head down to the nearest 7-11 or AM PM and get way more snacks than you two need

These little trips will happen at any time honestly

Noon, evening, late night

It doesn’t matter there’s no such thing as curfew when it comes to these

It could be 2 in the damn morning and there’ll just be

“You wanna go to 7-11?”

“… yeah sure”

The employees know you as “the couple”

You once got shoo-ed out by one one night because you two where smooching in front of the ice creams and they don’t get paid enough to see that

Jay

Sharing clothes

He just seems like the type of person who finds it nice to do that with someone

It just feels really nice to see someone you love wearing your clothes and vice versa y’know

You and him have shirts, jackets, and other pieces of clothing that you have never seen again because the other has it

You two have something that you call “mutual clothes”

Which are clothes that you and him either frequently share and or have bounced between the two of you for so long that you two don’t even remember who’s it originally was

It is kind of annoying when you aren’t sure if you misplaced a piece of clothing or if the other has it

But you won’t stop sharing clothes for the world

Alex

Long talks

I think I’ve said it before but Alex is a bit chatty and enjoys talking to you

Regardless of if you guys are with each other or on a call with each other, you guys will spend hours talking about whatever comes to mind

If you know some gossip then he’s probably in the know because of this

You guys have even gotten into some really deep conversation before

I’m talking down right philosophical if you two go long enough

He just likes talking to you and feels like it lets him know you just a little bit better

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

Messing around somewhere late at night

Idk but he gives vibes that he’d knock at your door and be like “Hey! Let’s go somewhere!”

You two then proceed to just sort of run around town and see where the night takes you

It’s honestly so fun

You two tend to come back at some ungodly hour and probably collapse into bed

While out, you two definitely spent a bit of it making out

I really don’t know how to describe what it’s like but the song Tongue Tied by GroupLove has the vibe I’m looking for

Also. That whole gift giving headcannon I talked about in my post talking about love languages w/the guys

You save all the little nicknacks that you give to each other

They’re tiny little treasures to the two of you

Vinny

Kissing the bridge of each other’s noses

It’s so random but I just feel like that’s a thing you two do that is just your thing

You guys don’t know how it started

It just did one day and you guys just kept doing it

Never stop

He loves it so much and it feels so nice to him it just makes him really happy

Whenever you or him does it, the other does it back

It’s the law in your relationship you must do it /lh

Jeff

Cuddling and taking naps together

If you’ve read my post with the love languages then you’ll know that I see physical affection, preferably cuddling, is Jeff’s favorite thing

He finds cuddling so nice and peaceful that you two will just fall asleep right there like that

If one wakes up before the other, then you’ll just stay there and wait till the other wakes up

It’s okay if you can’t really move

It’s worth it

Sometimes you’ll fall back asleep

It’s just so peaceful

HABIT

I could be funny and say that the special thing is the fact that he’s not trying to kill you but I’ll be serious

It’s light hearted bickering and banter

You guys just go back and forth playfully insulting each other

HABIT’s humor is absolutely very dark, and that’s an understatement, but he knows that there’s a limit and he tries to stick to it

However, he likes to push it a little bit because he finds your annoyance and anger amusing

Cheeky fuck

The banter turns into flirting and that’s nice

There’s just something to it that feels great and just between the two of you

[absolutepokemontrash]

I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn’t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

[tons-of-vball-huns]

could u maybe do a post thats kenma x male reader (or gender neutral, whatever you’re comfortable with !!) where the reader and kenma are hanging out together at kenmas house, and the reader realizes they like him bc he asks to hold their face bc their eyes are so pretty <3 idk just rlly wholesome cutsey affectionate non sexual face holding

like hand on ur cheeks <3 and like kenma asks to hug the reader bc they get really uncomfortable w hugs but they feel okay to get hugged that day

i hope youre having a good day, and if you’re not, hopefully you find time to do something u enjoy :)

sorry my brain is scattered 😭/gen

[a/n: wait that sounds so cute! i have to do this asap because Y E S. thanks for the request, anon! also, i’m making it a gn!reader because that’s kinda like how it usually go about it and i changed it a tiny bit. btw, sorry for being late! love you, keep being you <3]

requests are open! i might be a bit late with the posting because my sat is coming up this saturday.

request is below the cut!

starring: k. kenma

type: fluff. fluffy fluffy fluff

warnings/others: unhealthy sleeping habits. weird formatting. commas galore. intended lowercase. use of “heck” and “hell”.

wc: 793 words

fun fact: kenma gets clingy and weirdly cuddly when he’s feeling tired or sleepy and even sleeps while cuddling a large dog plushie. he also takes the brain filter out and just says what he says without a thought and, in his opinion, acted like a drunk person.

fun fact: he would rather die miserably than let other people know about this. he hides the dog inside a suitcase whenever he leaves his room and has even made an elaborate plan to escape to brazil and start his life over if anyone gets even a single clue.

and if we extrapolate this data and think with common sense? you didn’t know either.

after a long day of school, you decided the best course of action was to just follow kenma home and hang out. it was a friday, and your family went out of town for the weekend, so you didn’t have to worry about returning home on time. besides, you’ve been hanging out forever, you knew no one would even bat an eye.

the two of you decided to play some video games to pass the time.

and that is how you ended up staying up until 7:37am.

one thing about kenma is that although he can easily get up at 2am to play, he has almost zero experience of staying up that long in at least 5 years. and coupled with the day before being an extra-long day — you had to write over 3 pages of notes for one class, had to run 5 laps for pe, and volleyball practice was extended until 5:30pm. he even woke up at 3am the night before to play on his console. he was rightfully more exhausted than usual.

kenma seemed to be weirder than usual to you now. he could barely keep his eyes open now, but neither could you, not after staying up for longer than 24 hours, so that definitely wasn’t it. was it the way he-

kenma placed his controller down and moved a bit closer to you, “wanna hug. can i hug you, (name)?”

you stared at him for a second. yeah, he was definitely acting strange, but he looked absolutely adorable in your opinion. his hands were outstretched, his eyes bleary and barely open, slightly furrowed brows, the tiniest hint of a pout on his cute, pink, kissable li- huh? no. where was your mind going to? you shook your head, “sure? i don’t really mind.”

“i’m happy you said you didn’t mind,” kenma muttered, nuzzling into your neck. “you always said you didn’t really like them so i was a bit worried you wouldn’t wanna.”

you awkwardly patted his back once, twice. this felt like a hallucination, what the heck was even happening? kenma never seemed to be the type to ask for hugs — usually, it was kuroo who was the one who asked for hugs. and you usually weren’t entirely comfortable with hugs, so why the hell did you say you “didn’t really mind”? and why was your cheek a little… warm? the ac was on full-blast, it doesn’t make sense! staying up for 24+ hours does some things to you.

beside you, kenma had stopped snuggling into your neck and moved a tiny bit farther, “hey hey (name)? is it alright if i… hold your face?” he noticed the puzzled look on your face, “it’s just that… your eyes look pretty, like super pretty. i wanna take a closer look. so can i?”

you tentatively nodded your head a little, still super confused. kenma’s face broke into a cute little smile as he shuffled closer to you and put his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face closer, his hands squishing your cheeks in the process. his hands felt incredibly cold against your warm, warm cheeks. you let out an involuntary shiver at the different temperatures.

“woahhh. so pretty, (name). your eyes look really pretty. i wanna keep looking at them forever,” he said, transfixed by your eyes.

you honestly thought your eyes weren’t all that special — you saw them daily so they kinda lost their appeal to you. maybe that was why you felt that feeling in your chest and stomach — fluttering, fluttering, fluttering like pretty little butterflies —, you never thought they looked pretty so maybe that’s why felt so flustered, your cheeks turning warmer, warmer, warmer? or maybe — you looked into kenma’s warm, excited eyes as he was squishing your cheeks and giggling and rambling about your “beautiful eyes” and how much he loved them — was it because it was him?

three months later, you still loved to tease him about that moment, watching his cheeks turn scarlet in an instant. but however embarrassing it was for him, he was glad it happened.