#Recs.

[pennyserenade]

i’m aware i have a wide range of individuals from many fandoms here, but i believe there’s a cary grant movie for everyone, so here are my recommendations:

for the x-files fans who enjoy the film noir energy: notorious (suspense, tension, the best chemistry you ever did see between two people aside from mulder & scully)

for the x-files fans who enjoy episodes like bad blood: arsenic & old lace (do NOT look anything up about this film before you see it. go into it with zero ideas about what’s going to happen and you’ll have so much fun), bringing up baby

for the x-files fans who love fox mulder because he is impassioned and stubborn and always getting himself into trouble: talk of the town, north by northwest, suspicion

for the javier peña lovers: people will talk (i know you love a good man who’s trying to protect a woman), north by northwest (i also know you love a man who can’t seem to stop getting himself into bad situations)

for dieter bravo lovers: the awful truth, the philadelphia story, his girl friday (all part of what i lovingly refer to as the cary grant ‘husband to ex-husband to husband again’ universe. what is dieter bravo not, if a man that annoys you so bad you divorce him but then charms you again so you remarry him?)

the hunger games fans: the eagle and the hawk (this is what they call a pre-code film, which means it was allowed to be a bit more like the films we have today. it’s deeply sad but incredibly powerful movie about the dangers of war and it what it does to people), holiday (much less serious but very anti-rich people), the talk of the town (i know you all love a good rebel)

[salaciousdoll]

I’m crying, I’m mad all over again because why he just left like that. Gosh I loved this one and the baseball one

❪ ♡ ❫  ───  ⠀ ⠀⠀ before i let go  ⠀ 〳 ⠀ z.yeager  ‵

❪ ♡ ❫  ─── ( synopsis ) late-night lovemaking with zeke without realizing this was the last time.

�� ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning !! afab reader, her/she pronouns, reader is black coded, soft!zeke, i probably wrote him ooc (pls bare with me. this was my first time writing in the canon aot verse), a very self-indulgent cause you know i'm one out of maybe 23 members of the zeke simps (we out here and we so hot, love y'all zeke simps <33), lovemaking bc i am practicing writing softcore smut, babymaking love, mentions of weapons, usage of spit, canon verse, reader is a weapons engineer for marley, marleyan!reader, takes place right before the scouts attack marley, i'll think about if this should get a part two lol, minors dni pls.

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YOUR TEETH GRAZED AT YOUR LOWER LIP WHILE YOU WERE SCRIBBLING ON THE PIECE OF PAPER. The little lamp on the side of the dresser illuminated the bedroom as you were sketching a weapon. You had this thing where your mind never went to sleep when you had an idea in your mind. Being a part of a team that designed weapons wasn’t particularly the dream job you wanted nor expected. But you were good at drawing and that made you a good asset to design weapons to defend the land you resided on. The eraser end of your pencil tapped at your lip as you could feel the man sleeping right next to your stir in his sleep.

You were trying so hard not to wake him, especially given that you promised you’ll go to sleep at a reasonable time and not let your work keep you up. But you couldn’t help it. You had a deadline to meet and your brooding boyfriend couldn’t particularly stop that. No matter if he was a part of the notorious Marley Warriors. The light from the lamp seemed to bother him, shuffling under the thin sheets and grasping to tug you closer. That’s when he knew you were doing the unthinkable.

“It’s time for you to get some sleep,” His voice came off sluggish as his blue-colored eyes stared up at her.

“Okay, I’m done, Zeke.” You huffed as you closed the notebook. You had placed the book on the dresser.

“It’s a big day tomorrow, you know?” Zeke questioned. “Plus, I told you. The more you bring work home, the more stress you get.”

You noticed he’s been saying that all week. You would only let out a hum in response, especially considering that you didn’t even know what the hell he was talking about. You asked your friends over tea and they would only make subtle jokes about proposing. You still remembered how hot your cheeks became at the thought of it. You marrying a Marley warrior.

You let out a sigh climbing under the sheets after turning the lamp off. You snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in the body heat that heats your body like a freshly dried blanket. Your eyes shifted closed as you tried to force yourself to sleep. However, you’ve been dating Zeke for a while. He could read you like a book.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Your face was buried into the crook of his. Inhaling his scent of cigarettes and pine before speaking, “This big day thing, I want to know what is it?” You questioned.

Silence.

The moon shines into the room, if you listened closely you could hear the crickets outside the home. You lifted your head up and even though the darkness, Zeke knew the curious doe-eyed look you were giving him.

“It’ll all make sense soon love,” He’s placing a kiss on top of your head before attempting to go back to sleep.

“Are you planning to propose? If yes, I think this is the perfect timing to admit that I want a child,” You bluntly admitted.

You only received a dry chuckle from your boyfriend. You could feel his fingertips tracing up the silk nightgown you wore. Like clockwork, your skin is decorated with goosebumps that send a shiver down your spine. “A child, huh?”

A soft gasp came out of your mouth when you felt Zeke’s body climb on top of you. You felt breathless as you stared at him. Your words took a sudden halt as you looked at him. Despite the only source of light being the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, you still could see those crystal blue eyes that caused you to fall in love. “Mhmm, a child. Preferably two. Twins.”

You could feel Zeke’s nose nuzzle at your neck. He shifted himself in between your legs so he wouldn’t squash you under his weight. You could feel his facial hair prickle at your soft brown skin causing you to giggle. “You really been thinking about that?”

“Mhm, it’s the least I can do while I design warfare weapons,” You let out a relaxed sigh when you felt his lips kiss your skin.

“I can give you that before I go.”

You didn’t even notice those words tumbling out of Zeke’s mouth. You were too caught up in your skin growing hotter with each nibble on your neck. You moved your neck to the side just to give him more excess. Your teeth grazed at your lip holding back the weary moan you wanted to let out. Zeke’s fingertips traced alongside your thigh, dancing ever so slowly up the silk nightgown you wore. You felt the pad of his index and middle finger rub your folds through your panties. He was so eager just to feel the wetness on his fingers, that he yanked your panties down your thighs with ease. You could feel the cool air hit your cunt as Zeke lured you into a passionate kiss.

The kiss was intense. Your lips moved in sync so intensely that if you kissed hard enough you could taste the mint of the toothpaste he used. A moan escaped your mouth as you could feel Zeke’s kisses linger lower and lower. His rough large hands tugged the nightgown up to your waist with ease. He was so eager to get a taste of you. Eager to fulfill your needs.

You choked up a gasp when you felt the crisp air hit your cunt when Zeke tugged down your panties. Your cheeks grew hot watching as he tossed the piece of clothing behind him before once again taking place in between your thighs. Even though you two had sex countless times. You still felt that nervous pit form in your stomach and your skin got so warm as if it was the first time the two of you were having sex. You still could remember the first time you two had sex, more specifically the shameless smile you had on your face as you stepped into the office to be met with Pieck.

You nearly jumped seeing the brunette spread out on the lounging chair in the office. Your eyebrows instantly raised at her as you stumbled into the office fifteen minutes late and off maybe about five hours of sleep. Your thighs were sore from the previous night, your uniform hid the various marks on your body, and frankly, you should have called in sick. Your colleagues were already head deep into their work, as you plop down at your desk letting out a yawn.

“Certain beast kept you up all night?” Pieck questioned as she flipped through one of the sketchbooks filled with weapons you designed that never made the final stage.

You ignored Pieck’s words not wanting your business to be out there for the whole weaponry department to hear. “What brings you here Pieck?” You asked, looking over the documents that were left on your desk.

“They sent me to get an update on whatever weapon I’ll be carrying for this mission,” Pieck said as she looked up from the book.

“We’re fixing it up now, did they not give you a copy of the design. I sent over multiple copies.” You went through the files searching for the file to show Pieck the pictures.

“No, they’re more worried about if I can carry it,” She huffed. “Now, you never answered my question,” she says.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. The friendship between you two has always been quite interesting. Pieck was the first warrior you had met due to her constantly carrying a lot of the weapons you designed. It was nice having a woman to talk to on some days considering that the department you worked in was filled with men. So having Pieck around pestering you occasionally wasn’t all that bad.

“Yes.” You uttered as you gave her the file. Even with what you told her, she wasn’t even going to pay attention to the papers you gave her.

“And how was it?” Pieck asked. Her brown colored eyes were filled with curiosity and she was so impatient for your answer.

“It’s none of your business, now tell your superiors that the weapon could get finished before the end of the week.” You shooed your friend away as you heard her let out a dramatic sigh but she hugged the file close to her chest and stood up to leave your workspace.

“I’ll just ask Zeke instead!” Pieck loudly says before leaving.

The distant memory that swirled around in your mind was interrupted by the kitten licks Zeke placed on your cunt. You let out a relaxed sigh feeling the wetness of his tongue touch you in such an explicit manner. Your brain instantly fuzzes up to be only able to purr out Zeke’s name. The lewd sound of Zeke slurping up your wetness as if he was a starving dog caused your fingers to instantly comb through his blonde hair. Your shifting closed while your hips rolled for more friction. Zeke's hands spread your thighs apart just as you whined about how good it felt. The delicate feeling of his tongue flickering at your clit caused your body to shudder and moans to roll off your tongue. Just as your back arched due to the desirable pleasure, you felt Zeke remove himself from your sensitive clit with a pop. His lips begin to place teasingly kisses on your thighs to ethereal bite marks that would leave a visible imprint that only he could see.

“Zeke,” You whined. “Why’d you stop? I was so close,” You huffed as your fingertips traced alongside his toned abs.

“Remember the first time we had sex?” Zeke asked as he was tugging on the silk nightgown you wore. He helped you out of it, tossing it on the wooden floors without a care in the world.

“How could I forget about it?” You asked as you let out a dreamy sigh remembering that night.

You could hear him let out a chuckle as he was removing his boxers. His dick was rock hard instantly. Throbbing to feel the warmth of your drooling cunt clutching around him effortlessly. Zeke grabbed a hold of your thighs dragging you closer to him. You could feel the tip of his dick brush against your entrance. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip anticipating the feeling of Zeke’s cock stretching you out. You watched with so much eagerness as his hand went up to spit in his hand. The sound of him stroking his cock turned you on. When Zeke begin to inch himself inside you bit by bit, your hand instantly went to clutch the sheets below your naked body. You let out a hiss trying to adjust to his size. However, you could feel Zeke’s large hand take a hold of yours. His fingers intertwine with yours. He’s placing soft kisses on the back of your palm as his hips continue to rock forward into you. “Shhh, you can take it (Y/N).” He assured.

You were paying so close attention to his soothing gesture that you didn’t even notice that he was fully inside of you. His hips jolted forward at a slow pulsating pace. Your moans echoed the room as your hands pulled Zeke closer. With each thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your mouth gasped open to let out a string of moans. The hold he had on your hand was released as he gripped your thigh to attempt to feel more of you. The feeling of the way you clutched around him caused the Marley warrior to groan in pure pleasure.

Your arms snaked around Zeke’s neck to attempt to bring him closer. Your lips which felt like they were swollen due to your consistent biting on them placed kisses on his shoulder with each rock of his hips. Your legs locked around his waist completely trapping him from taking away your pleasure. You wanted to savor this moment without interruptions. The headboard of the bed you two were in was knocking aggressively against the cream-colored walls. For a minute, it seemed like your moans were battling with the sound of the headboard until Zeke's hand went up to hold the headboard. His thrusting continued until you could feel the fiery pit that was forming in the bass of your stomach.

The thing is, you knew Zeke quite well on some days and then you didn’t on other days. The one thing you knew about him was when he was ready to unravel himself from the intense fever of cumming. The intense feeling of breeding you to the rim as you claw at the skin on his back. His blonde hair would fall in his face. His lip would twitch before he would let his teeth nibble onto it. His grasp on your sweat-coated body parts a bit tighter. He’ll mumble something about loving you and cherishing you right before he releases himself.

A short-winded groan trembled past his lips as the movement in his hips grew sloppy. You could feel the mess in between your thighs as you were coming down from the temporary feeling of your orgasm. Your thighs quivered slightly as Zeke slowly pulled out of you before plopping down next to you. Breathless paints filled the air as the moon shined through the cream-colored curtain, your body felt like it was shutting down. As your eyelids grew sleepy while nuzzling against your brooding boyfriend, you could hear him mumbling something before placing a kiss on top of your head.

YOU COULD FEEL THE SUN KISS YOUR KISS INDICATING that the morning has finally come upon you. You were expecting to feel the wrath of Zeke’s arms around you, but when your arms reached around the bed, it was empty. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you sat grasping at the sheets to cover your bare body. Your muscles were aching for you to take a warm bath before starting your day, but confusion still fizzled at your brain causing you to be stuck.

“Zeke?” You called out.

Silence.

You climbed out of bed clutching the sheets closer to her chest. You tugged on the nightgown you wore to go search for him. Maybe he was in the kitchen, but as you searched the house it was empty. Quiet. You could hear each step you took on the brown wooden floors. The house was as quiet as ever.

You brushed it off as he probably had some early duties to attend to. You decided to take a shower to relieve your aching muscles. When you were getting ready, you kept thinking about the words Zeke was saying the previous night. You sat at the vanity tugging on your earrings before letting your fingertips trace alongside the purple-colored hickey that was tattooed on your brown skin. You were so caught on trying to think of ways to cover up the scandalous patch upon your skin, you didn’t even notice the paper on the vanity.

You picked up the paper and your eyes quickly scanned over it. You could recognize Zeke’s handwriting if your life depended on it, so you knew that he wrote the letter. The ink that stained the paper smelled fresh also and you could tell he wrote it in a hurry just by the way his y’s curved slightly. As you were reading the letter, you could feel a rush of emotions overcome your body. You were so confused about what you were reading.

“This can’t be true.” You mumbled to yourself, but you remember his words from last night. You remembered his actions from last night.

His words lingered off his tongue as if he was saying goodbye. His lips kissed you as if he wasn’t going to see you anymore. His hips crashed forward into the softness of your thighs like it was the last ‘I love you’ action that he was going to give you.

Your boyfriend was about to betray Marley.

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[timotey]

(Source)

A chance meeting between Julien Cohen and the 10-year-old prodigy Yeonah Kim at an airport. Magic happens.

[animentality]

kicking a hornets nest.

[positivewlwvibes]

and if yes pls respond/put in the tags with what you’re reading and whether or not you like it i need new books for the new year <3

[darylsviolet]

😭😭😭

came across this screenshot of a tweet on pinterest and i couldn’t help but headcanon making it through the twd apocalypse because of a painfully obvious crush on daryl.

twd headcanon: obviously crushing on an oblivious daryl dixon.

giggling in the distance while daryl dixon is in the middle of killing walkers, “ugh he’s so cute when he does that”

kicking your feet sitting up in a tree going “hiiiii daryllllll! <3 whatcha doinnn” and he’s like “???” cause you’re legitimately surrounded by now dead walkers and covered in blood

very sunshine x grumpy coded

whispering to maggie “oh my god do you think he was checking me out?” in the middle of a battle

“does this top look cute on me?” “what do you think is his type?” “should i maybe start smoking so we can go on smoke breaks together”

reminding yourself you’re a grown woman with composure and dignity when you find yourself wanting to scream into your pillow, because this daryl crush is so frustrating and he’s just so hot and his arms are so perfect and the way his voice makes you want to climb him right then and there-

wanting to be all mysterious and cool around him but it’s like the spirit of your teenage self possesses you whenever he’s around

subtly standing riiigghhhtttt behind him so rick pairs you together for supply runs then fist-pumping to yourself when it works

rick pretends not to notice. he pairs both of you up on purpose everytime

if he helps you up, you hold on to his hand for longer than you need to, in what you think is a subtle way but everyone notices

while almost dying, “fuck, can someone make sure my hair looks good before daryl sees me? rosita PLEASE im your FRIEND stop messing with my wound and fix my HAIRhdhwhrjue”

“maggie if i pass out can you please do me a favour and make sure daryl is the one who carries me? <3 oooh do you think he knows how to do cpr-“

*in the middle of killing walkers* wow daryl!!! *slash* that was *stab* a great shot!

daryl being ultimately clueless about your flirting and genuinely just thinks you’re being friendly

carol having to tell him “daryl she’s in love with you it’s so obvious”

and he denies it “nah she acts that way towards everyone” even if he secretly wishes it was true

carol wanting to smack him on the head because everyone knows you’re head over heels for daryl dixon except for daryl dixon

when you’re caught in a herd, you force yourself to keep going because there’s no way in hell you’re going to die surrounded by walkers. in your dazed state you’re thinking “fuck this shit im tracking dixon down and im gonna use my last breath to tell him i love him”

and maybe dying in his arms sounds better than being ripped apart by reanimated corpses so you keep pushing yourself

when you make it home you basically just throw yourself at the gates and everyone rushes over to get you to the infirmary

you could’ve sworn you heard maggie yell at daryl to carry you but you’re too out of it to process the thought

bleeding out and feeling yourself fading but then you hear daryl’s voice

“come on, y/n, you’re a fighter. you gotta make it through this. i know you can. please, you have to.”

it’s a miracle how instantly that makes you open your eyes when you were seconds away from death just before that

bringing you flowers and random little gifts while you’re healing up in bed but only putting them next to you when you’re asleep because he’s too shy

him not used to the days being so quiet without you being two steps behind him

finding himself missing your ridiculous quips when he’s on a supply run killing walkers and having to fill the silence with your voice in his head, recalling all the things you regularly say to him, because it feels too weird without you

being so attentive to your needs when you feel good enough to be out and about

daryl feeling much, much better when you’re back to being yourself and the days feel normal again with you going “hiiiiii darryyylllll <3”

carol: she’s in love with you.

daryl: she ain’t. stop it.

carol: fine! but you can’t deny you’re in love with her

whole thing is very reminiscent of a high school crush; innocent, bashful, endearing. everyone’s so entertained by The Daryl and Y/N Show

they have a bet going on to see who asks who out first

daryl asking maggie if what carol tells him is true, trying and failing to be casual about it

very shrill “he WHAT?!?” scream heard from your room, just minutes after the exchange

“TELLMEEVERYTHINGHESAID-“

[sarahmackattack]

One last talent show to save the rec center

Ok everybody here's the deal.

My science education nonprofit, Skype a Scientist (you might know her, creator of the squid facts hotline and matcher of classrooms + scientists) has secured absolutely no grants to support general operations for 2025. But! We're selling advent calendars to fund our program! They absolutely rule. They can save our nonprofit asses. If we sell 5000, which I realize, is so many, we can fund our program for 2025. Then I can offer a bunch of programming for free. Running a nonprofit is a weird job.

Every day, counting down to frankly whatever you want (it's usually Christmas, but man, maybe you want to count down to Halloween, that's fine by me) scratch off the sparkly sparkly iridescence and reveal a fact about frogs! We have 24 top-notch frog facts here.

You should get one for every kid in your life, then get one for all the adults who still let themselves access joy in critters.

Get 'em here: https://squidfacts.bigcartel.com/

[persicipen]

𑑛 TAGGING SYSTEM.

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[lakecountylibrary]

Just the essentials!

Music credit: "Cinema Blockbuster Trailer 7" by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/329-cinema-blockbuster-trailer-7 License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license (CC BY 4.0)

[Video Description: A 26 second video. Orchestral, cinematic music plays. Text reads The library is on fire! Grab the most important things!

A librarian at her computer spins around in her chair in slow motion, a look of horror on her face. Video cuts between various librarians frantically rescuing items. Each scene is labeled with the item:

The South Shore Posters: A librarian completely obscured by a framed South Shore Line poster she is carrying backs out of a room.

The hand chair: A librarian hauls away a large red plastic chair shaped like a hand.

Patron holds: A librarian shovels patron holds off the holds shelf onto a cart.

Benny the library skeleton: A librarian princess-carrying a large skeleton dressed in an oversized t-shirt frantically looks around for an exit before dashing away

The cardigan pile: A librarian almost completely obscured by the pile of cardigans in her arms runs toward the camera.

3D printer: A librarian dashes up to a large 3D printer and attempts to lift it off the table

Cecily the giraffe: A librarian pats a life size baby giraffe statue and then grabs it by the leg and begins slowwwly scooting backward to slide it across the carpet

The library tree: A librarian grips an enormous planter out of which springs an entire tree and pulls with all her might. It doesn't move.

James Patterson books? : The librarian carrying Benny sprints into frame between shelves loaded with endless Patterson books. Record scratch. The sound of a clock ticking as he considers the books for maybe two seconds.

Text changes to "Not enough hands". The dramatic music resumes as he sprints off frame with Benny.

End card with the library logo. The words 'Not actually on fire. Everything is fine.' are typed across the screen. End description]

[bugbuoyx]

i made tumblr pride flags! feel free to ask for more edits

[pennyserenade]

i think its safe to say that i consume more movies and books than the average person (lol) and this year i’m trying to make an effort to make my watchlist and reading list much more diverse than years past. as you are all probably aware, this month is black history month and i thought i’d share some movies and books i love/plan to read this month and this year in case any of you are looking for recommendations!

for movies i plan to watch:

carmen jones (1954) starring dorothy dandridge, harry belafonte 

no way out (1950) starring sidney poitier

nothing but a man (1964) starring ivan dixon, abbey lincoln

anna lucasta (1958) starring eartha kitt

cane river (1982) starring tommye myrick, richard romain

losing ground (1982) starring seret scott

paris blues (1961) starring sidney poitier, diahann carrol

if beale street could talk (2018) starring kiki layne, stephan james

a raisin in the sun (1961) starring sidney poitier, ruby dee, claudia mcneil, diana sands

movies i recommend:

spider-man: into the spider verse (2018) starring shameik moore

a patch of blue (1965) starring sidney poitier 

do the right thing (1989) starring spike lee, giancarlo esposito, ossie davis, ruby dee

the defiant ones (1958) starring sidney poitier 

sorry to bother you (2018) starring lakeith stanfield, tessa thompson

nope (2022) starring keke palmer, daniel kaluuya 

the books intend to read:

kindred by octavia e. butler

parable of the sower by octavia e. butler

beloved by toni morrison 

incidents in the life of a slave girl: written by herself (non-fiction) by harriet jacobs*

narrative of the life of fredick douglas: an american slave (non-fiction) by frederick douglass*

girl, woman, other by bernardine evaristo

books i want to read/have seen other people recommend

maame by jessica george

post-traumatic by chantal v. johnson

jackal by erine e. adams

the fifth season n.k. jemisin 

caste: the origins of our discontents (non-fiction) by isabel wilkerson 

they were her property (non-fiction) by stephanie jones roger

all about love: new visions (non-fiction) by bell hooks 

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw

seven days in june by tia williams

honey & spice by bolu babalola

luster by raven leilani 

*i’m reading these for one of my school courses but i still think they are definitely worth noting 

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[gayofficial]

weird freak mutual to weird freak mutual connection

[naeplays]

Maxis match hairs that I'm obsessed with, and I think you should be too. 🤷🏻‍♀️🫶🏻

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Humongous thank you to the ever-so-talented cc creators! ✨🫶🏻@daylifesims @simstrouble @aladdin-the-simmer @greenllamas @arethabee

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[tojbnuy]

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

part 2 !! part 3!! part 4 !!