#Something coming out of the closet isnt just one time its over and over again something

[ovegakart]

I once told a coworker that i was lesbian and she then very seriously asked if something bad had happened to me. Like, if trauma had caused me to be attracted to women instead of men. Dont work there anymore but one of many reasons i don't come out at work anymore, 1/10 never had a fun experience coming out of the closet.

[oursidae]

IF YOU INSIST

takes your hands. come on this journey with me. for reference i consider kiryu to be exclusively gay but i feel like a lot of this except one bit also applies when reading him through a bisexual lens also <3 come listen to me talk about the way kiryu touches himself and how it changes throughout his life <3

i think when he was in his 20s he was a hedonist, far less so than nishiki but still, basically a frat boy, a horny 20 yr old. i dont imagine him having any actual sex partners during this time, in fact i think he's a virgin well into his middle age at Least. so he jacked off a lot. usually into his fist. i can see him making a fleshlight with 2 wet sponges and a cup. sometimes he got brave and touched his ass but felt so ashamed of it the days after he would be jumpy around nishiki and any other yakuza. (real yakuza cant like men...camera zooms in on kashiwagi) tldr hes so closeted and has so much internal homophobia it leeches into how he pleasures himself and knowing he might like sex in "unorthodox" ways is frightening in ways he doesnt super understand. ofc over the events of 0 he has bigger things to worry about but 0 is when i think kiryu's attraction to men comes to the forefront, through tachibana. (and also pocket circuit fighter.)

then, he goes to jail for 10 years. i think this period severely stunts him, because we know kiryu loves to just compartmentalize and shove all of the scary feelings down so he can just keep ignoring them, and being an invisible inmate makes that so much easier. any self pleasure he does during and immediately after this time is quick, utilitarian. dry and chafing just getting it over with, you know? any emotion attached to the act is a distant staticky buzz in the back of his mind.

of course im a kazumaji truther so during yakuza 1/kiwami, majima introduces to him a new level of sexual frustration that leads to him exploring pain and masochism by himself. majima doesnt *give* him this fetish, so much as he just opened the locked door to it. he digs his fingers into the cuts and bruises majima leaves on him and turns the shower water up until its scalding because if he didnt do this in the shower he'd pass out after with dried cum on himself. i think his feelings toward majima during this time are frightening spaghetti to him - something im sure irritates majima to no end, majima in my mind is far more assured of himself and who he is and his own sexuality and attraction to other men - and i dont think that kiryu does much in the way of exploration around this time aside from the odd burst of confidence (we were robbed by the banana bar substory.) he might try to touch his ass again here and there but theres still that twist of shame that he cant quite shake. i dont know when exactly i hc him entering a relationship with majima, if at All (i love the angst), but if he is having sex with majima at this time i think that relationship kicks his Growth into overdrive and he overcomes those hurdles a lot easier.

shame, i think, holds kiryu back a lot, because if he is this way, he isnt what is expected of him. if that makes sense. kiryu is supposed to shoulder it all alone and keep the tojo clan from sinking and there isnt room in that power fantasy for taking it up the ass and finding comfort in another mans arms, because this series is rife with toxic masculinity and commentary on it here and there.

on theme with burying his feelings and how peoples expectations of him affect him, kiryu in 2/kiwami 2 is DEEPLY SUICIDAL. like the whole game. if you havent noticed. kiwami 2 is one of my least favorite games of the series so this may color my judgment here a little. i think both kiryu and kaoru were experiencing comphet as their relationship progressed, especially the weird makeout next to her brothers corpse. you do weird things under stress, adrenaline, and trauma, and thats what i chalk this part of the game up to. i dont see him engaging in much, if any, self loving around this time period because of his severe depression, ptsd, and deep desire to end it all. if he does its in the "i might as well" way, or just to make time pass. he might even engage in it in a compulsory way, because he knows he'll feel a little better by the end bc orgasming does that, but its literally just for that purpose, not to Feel Good in a sexual way. just to hurry up and crank one out in the shower so he can get it together enough to get haruka to school.

kiryu has growing to do when he starts raising children and does his best to let go of any predjudices he has, but i think he still struggles with his own attraction to men. he never ever would teach his kids anything but to be kind, even if they find something odd. but he cant afford that kindness to himself. when i was in elementary school, i came home one day and told my mom "today i learned from my friend that gay is when boys like boys and that lesbian is when girls like girls :)" and then...that was that. she was like. "ah. okay... who said that to you? i see. did he say anything else about it?" and she didnt really push me to one conclusion about those facts. thats kind of how i see kiryu navigating some of these conversations. he'd steer them toward the kind option, if they needed it, but sometimes "yeah thats right. gay men are men who like men. lesbians are women who like women." is all you need, the confirmation that its real, and the neutrality that means yeah its fine.

and i think haruka is the most perceptive of kiryu bc of how they have grown together so like She Knows. if anyone puts the pieces together besides majima itd have to be her. and i think the conversation they one day (probably not around 3-era, unsure where i'd place this) have kind of also touches on harukas own bisexuality bc nothing abt what she did w that one girl she was friends with in 5 was hetero. 2 me. i wish I could be more coherent about this scene in my head, but i feel like its a conversation where a lot remains unsaid but is innately understood. they dance around the topic because saying it outright teeters on too much, but they know what theyre talking about. the love between them is unconditional.

anyway he doesnt have much time to masturbate when running the orphanage, but because he's busy with chores and taking care of a bunch of kids who he loves. plus thin walls. but hes gentler with himself when he does. maybe he starts foraying into men strictly in pornography, he's got magazines under the futon or looks up crusty jpegs on his phone or something. he lets go of some of the shame because he's found somewhere else where it feels right for him to be. he is so happy in okinawa it drives me crazy.

skipping over 4 bc he's still in okinawa for the majority of that game until saejima and company wash up on his beach and then he has to go back to kamurocho, during the events of 5 he is NOT touching himself. he hates himself so much in that game. he hardly showers. he lives with a woman and covers up her naked body when she strips in front of him. his boss is pointing out how gay everyone at his job thinks he is but insisting its okay but being clocked like that is a super specific punch to the gut that he wasnt really prepared for and really flusters him. for the most part i dont think his dick exists to him. he's sitting to pee. he hasnt gotten it up in months.

i blocked 6 from my memory for the most part except how kiryu in a baseball uniform makes my dick hard. haruka and yuta i think r bi4bis my girl deserves it.

post 6, he is not Kiryu Kazuma anymore, and despite the pain that comes from forced separation from his family, being a different person is so freeing. he gets to explore things. he gets to let his shoulders drop and relax for the first time since 2005. im playing thru gaiden right now and already dont remember all of the daidoji restrictions on him but by now he's pretty much fully realized himself and embraced his sexuality. he lets himself have his fantasies. he's become a bit of a hedonist like he was in his 20s with far more easy access to gay porn and sex toys. i know my man has a butt plug in his gay ass!!! i love bottom kiryu. have i ever said how much i love bottom kiryu. i think he has nights where he puts on a porn video and treats himself. i think he has some drinks and a cigarette and fingers himself and plays with his balls and teases himself until his orgasm sneaks up on him. and then he takes a shower and goes to sleep in his underwear. is he completely healthy? absolutely not. his self sacrificial streak and need to bear all of the pain by himself is why he's here. he still has unaddressed severe trauma and depression. but he can fingerfuck himself and watch gay porn without his stomach churning over the fact that he actually wants this, so progress is progress.

i need to stress. i started thinking about all this. because i put kiryu in this outfit

and thought about him putting on dark plum colored lipstick and looking at himself in the mirror and smudging it a little and getting so hard that he gets lightheaded and immediately needing to jack off about it. i would say im going to write that fic but i know i wont.

[bwoahtastic]

Charles is obsessed with Max in heat. He gets a thrill whenever Max moans Charles’ name as Toto fucks him. When Max is a bit more lucid they have little chats and it’s all so domestic. Max is so clingy throughout, constantly wanting to be in someone’s lap. His pussy pressed to Charles’ thigh and Charles knows another wave is about to hit when the slick starts dripping from him. There’s also so many toys that Charles almost loses his mind. Toto has a closet full of sex toys. He’s heard of alphas using toys on their omegas during heat to give them time to recover but some of the toys make his eyes pop out of his head. Charles catches sight of a pretty collar in the corner with Max’s name on the tag and he’s so curious to know what the two of them get up to. Clearly he’s had the wrong impression of his bestie. Max is fast asleep on the bed with a huge knotted dildo in his pussy. His perfect pink lips stretched so wide over the base. But Max is a horny fucker even in his sleep and humps the bed every now and then, whining when he doesn’t feel one of them close. Charles thought that anal was just something they did occasionally so he’s very surprised when Toto begins to open Max up using his slick. Max is whining for it, spreading his legs as wide as he can while he rests against Charles’ chest. The huge toy is still in his pussy as Toto preps him. Charles musters up the courage to play with Max’s tits and clit. Max’s whole body shakes against his as he comes from their fingers. Max and Toto have completely ruined him for any other alpha or omega. He wants a chance to play with all of their toys and spend his heat with them, he can’t even imagine how amazing Toto’s rut must feel like. There’s so many things he wants to try and at the top of his list he wants to get a strap so he can properly fuck Max alongside Toto and he wants to get his body ready to take Toto’s knot.

Pllss Charles would be so in awe of them like this! It's another show of how well they fit together, how in tune they are and also how HOT they are lol.

Max is so clingy when he is more lucid, wanting to be cuddled between them and resting his head on Charles's chest or shoulder while Toto spoons him from behind. Toto also seeks contact with Charles a little, reaching over to leave a big hand on his hip when they are cuddling or stroking his soft hair and it makes Charles shudder! He feels Max getting wet against his thighcand knows its time to go again, max's heat is more stubborn than the Dutch omega himself and isn't breaking any time soon!

Toto showing Charles the closet with the sex toys (or the sex room cos ofc he has one, in heat max needs to be fucked on the bed tho cos it's so exhausying) while Max is asleep with the biggest knotting dildo Charles has seen in his pussy, stretched tight around it. Charles looks around wide eyed at the dildos and vibrator, wips and ropes, and the neat selection of collars with Max's name on them. Toto sees him looking at those and promise he will explain in detail when Max wears them later lol.

Max still with the huge dildo in him getting restless, and sighing happily when Toto starts opening his ass up using his own slick, telling Charles Max needs to be satisfied and used everywhere! Max slumped against Charles's chest when Toto fucks his ass, and Charles dares to reach down, touch Max's clit and feel where his pussy is stretched around the toy and Max cums squirting over his hand!

Charles getting so,turned on but he isnt focused on his own pleasure, but when Toto offers to eat him out while Max is resting, ofcourse Charles won't say no, shyly parting his legs and blushing profusely as Toto takes a good long look st him and slowly leans down to lick a stripe over his wet pussy.

Charles truly is ruined, he can't imagine ever wanting anyone else again! He feels like it's fated, he wants them both so bad and wants to explore life with them! He wants to wake up snuggled between them, wants to try and cook for them and wants to snuggle with them on the sofa. And he also really wants to have more sex eith them, writhe around with Max, get his body ready to take Toto and use the strap he saw in the sex room to fuck Max.

He wants to get railed into oblivion during Toto's rut, wants to get spoiled by both during his heat and he also never wants to miss out on Max's heat again!

He is theirs, if they will have him for real, and he justnso hopes they will!

[yuxmemi-01]

First post! This is Chapter one of Crescent Moon, a twilight fantasy fiction involving my original character.

Abril x Jasper

It was exactly one forty seven in the morning when I recieved the news that id be moving in with my godmother. The first thought I had was, what if im a burden? No one wants to feel that way, I mean—shes only seen me a few times, ive only gone to forks once and that was for the summer, I felt like such a burden, and I dont want to feel that way ever again.

“Too late.”

I say to myself as I walk towards the cheery lady in the grey toyota—Brie, short for Gabriella, my godmother. She isnt able to have kids of her own, so when my parents had me, it was the best day of her life.

Brie moved to forks for a fresh start, kinda like what my parents are doing for me. She graduated from law school and decided it was time to go somewhere she always wanted to go—America, specifically Washingon, but she didnt want to be around a lot of people, so forks was perfect for her, like it will be for me, hopefully.

“So, hows school been?” Small talk, damnit. “Its been fine, a little boring though.” Not just that, its been hell, I wish I could drop out, but I cant, I have too much I need to accomplish.

“Thats too bad, you want to go shopping? You need to fill up that closet in your new room somehow right?” Shes too sweet, she doesnt need to, I know she doesnt want to, I dont want pity.

“Thats really okay, you dont need to-“

“Its okay Querita, lets go get you some cute clothes.” She offers a soft dimpled smile, she could be a model if she really wanted to, Brie has gorgeous shiny black hair with the smoothest skin and perfect teeth, shes forty but looks twenty years younger than that.

The store smells of incense and new clothes, Brie and I split up, she goes to pic out a few things for herself and I go straight to the opposite side of the store, where the granny clothes lay waiting, baggy ugly dresses and oversized hoodies, nice and comfortable…

I pick out a few loose fitting jeans and hoodies, and a pair of shoes, I hope she buys it all.

“Ugh!” Brie gasps dramatically. “Cariña, qué es esto?!” Shit, maybe I did grab too much!

“Im sorry, I can put some back.” I shift my foot to turn but she grabs my arm, “honey no! Those clothes are too big, and wheres the color?” She drags me to the other side of the store, grabs the clothes and throws them on a rack. “We need to get you something cute, make a good impression yknow?” I sigh and cross my arms, “none of these clothes are going to fit me!”

“What are you talking about? Were like the same size.” She gestured to both of our bodies, I laugh. “No we arent, im bigger than you!”

“Hun, no you arent.” She laughs as she picks up a shirt and puts it to my chest, “what bra size do you wear?”

God this is embarrassing, “double D.” “Same here.” She smiles and picks a few more things. We travel isle to isle, grabbing different clothes and underwear for me, why is she doing this? Did my parents tell her to?

“Isnt this too much money?” I say at checkout, the total was way over five hundred. “Of course not! You dont think ive been saving for your move here?” This was planned? How long have they been plotting on my move?

We visit a few other stores, perfume stores, decor stores, music stores. The car is completely full of things that I didnt need, which I couldn’t be more greatful for, I just…dont understand why, why go through all this trouble?

“Home sweet home!” Brie says as we bring in the rest of the bags. “I have to show you your room, come.” She gestures me to hold her hand and we walk up the stairs. We make it to the door and it has a sign with my name on it, she made me a custom sign?

I look at her excited face as the light from the open door hits her face, I turn my head and im met with the most gorgeous room I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. The first thing I see is a bed thats looks like a queen maybe? A pretty black headboard and baseboard, a purple silky sheet set with pillows to match, a rug, bookshelves with a rocking chair on the left side of the room, and to the right has a big closet that looks like it could fit a car.

what the hell did I do to deserve such a good thing?

“Brie…” tears start to well in my eyes, how much did this cost? Why me? “Thank you so much-“ she holds me tight to her chest as I let my tears fall, why is the universe being so good to me all of a sudden?

“How did you know I liked purple?” I reluctantly pry myself away from her “im your mother, I know everything about you.”

She smiles at me, that swells something in my heart, is this what it feels like to be cared for? To be payed attention to? It feels nice….

“You should unpack, I’ll go buy us some dinner.”

She rubs my shoulder and goes downstairs, the sound of the door later follows.

I inspect the room multiple times in disbelief, no way this is mine, I laugh to myself as I rush downstairs to get comfortable in my new room.

Its currently eight O’clock, my room is unpacked and decorated and a shower has been taken, and my stomach is full, I plop down on my bed and take in a deep breath of my new perfume, I could get used to this!

Ive never had such a luxury before, me? have a nice room? Never crossed my mind, ive been in survival mode for most of my life, maybe this is when I finally get to relax…

That night was the night it started, the dreams.

I was in a forest, a very dark forest. I was running, I didn’t know why I was running until I looked beside me, keeping up with me was something that you only see in movies, a golden eyed beast. It had wild light fur, not like anything I’ve ever seen on an animal, a blonde color, actually. It leaps at me and I wake up.

“Gah!” I wake up panting and in a cold sweat, what was that? It’s five in the morning, just great!

I hope out of bed to get ready early, I smile as I make my way to my clothes filled closet, how aesthetically pleasing.

I pick a pair of jeans and a tank top, I just grab a thin jacket to cover my shoulders and stomach, the clothes were a tight fut as expected, i have never felt more vintage in a pair of jeans. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror doing my hair, its muscle memory, I stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago. I eat an apple and yogurt and eventually Brie wakes up to take me to school, I have to buy me a car, I cant depend on others, that wouldn’t be fair.

I get my schedule and start heading towards the main building for first hour, I get plentiful stares, transferring during the second semester was sure to bring multiple glances, damn! I need to get out of here…

I speed up and start to rapidly search for my class, “where is it?-“ I clash with someone mid speed walk, talk about embarrassing, she stumbles and I catch her by the shoulders. “Im so sorry, oh my god I didn’t mean to!”

What a way to make a first impression Abril! I mentally bash myself in the head.

“No it’s fine, all good.” She shakes her head and laughs. She looks at me a second, puzzled. She must know im new, shes never once seen me. While she stares I notice her features, pretty brown big eyes and brown hair with the palest skin I’ve ever seen, how pretty.

“Im sorry! Are you new?” She says with a confused look.

“Yes, I am actually.”

“Figures, ive never seen you around, whats your name?”

“Abril, Abril Torrez” her eyes widen.

“Thats a pretty name, mines is Bella, Bella Swan. Whats your first hour?”

I giggle, “thank you, I have English with Mr. Mason” I smile as she smiles wider, “sweet, We have the same first hour, you were going the wrong way, you passed it.” She points out.

“Oh thats so embarrassing!” I slap my forehead and turn the other way, we start to walk together.

The day goes by relatively fast and I make it to fourth hour, Chemistry.

“Nice to meet you Abril, could you introduce yourself to the class?” What?! Shes the only teacher so far to ask me that, why, why, why!

“Uhm…My name is Abril Torrez, it’s nice to meet you.” My heart is racing from just that one interaction, “okay, now for a seat…ah, you can sit by Hale, Hale raise your hand.” The teacher says, a hand from the left side of the room raises, sitting there was something I would of never thought I would ever see.

Such an ethereal face, those eyes…theyre black and almost primal, he has slight bruises under his eyes, and his face…that build. I couldn’t possibly sit by him, no way.

I cant just stand frozen, so sadly I have no choice. In the left corner, the seat by him was open, chills ran down my spine as the atmosphere shifts almost instantly, I cant look him in the eye, but I can tell hes nit happy, hes stiff as a board….almost as if he isn’t breathing, does he not want to sit next to me that bad? His demeanor was off the entire class period, I just wanted to get out, it was degrading, insulting even. He darted out the door before the bell rung…

The only thing I looked forward to was talking to Bella, she was the only person that talked to me today.

The lunch line is long and crowded, I grab a little salad, an apple, and a water. I spot Bella and start to make my way towards the table she was seated at, when all of a sudden I get a strong urge to look to the opposite side of the room, there sat Hale and four more Ethereal beings, they all sat staring at me, looking like beautifully sculpted statues, pale—bruised under eyes, and the darkest eyes ive ever seen. Am I staring too much? This is embarrassing, I want to be invisible!

My clothes are too tight, they feel itchy, I cant do this I need to sit, eugh!

I take a huge breath of hair once I sit down, the pressure is too much. “Hey.” A soft mature viice rings in my ear, which I instantly recognize as that girl Bella.

“Oh, hey.” I say out of breath. “Are you okay?”

“Who are those people in the corner?” She looks back and makes a face of realization, “oh! You mean the Cullens.” She smiles and waves at one, a bronze haired boy waves back with a smile, breath taking.

“Im getting deja vu.”

Hm? Who is that? I dont even have to turn because soon the table floods with four other people, making the table total six, which is way too much, too many people in one space, and im new! I think im going to pass out.

“Tell me about it.” A blonde boy says, responding to the brown haired girl. The table introduces themselves one by one, the brown haired girl is Jessica, the tall girl with glasses is Angela, the geeky boy is Ben, and the blonde boy is Mike.

“So, Abril, you wanna know about the Cullens ey?” Ben says nudging my shoulder, I feel awkward and as stiff as a board, I just wanna go home…

“Well, yes.” I say. “Then bella should do the honors then, yes?” Jessica says, with a snap in her tone, she seems bitter.

Bella rolls her eyes and starts, “first, the Blonde girl? Thats rosalie, shes the twin brother to the blonde boy, Jasper.”

That boy, so his First name is Jasper? Something about his hair is familiar, and those eyes…

“The black haired girl with the pixie cut is Alice, the boy with the short curly hair is Emmett, and the bronze haired one is Edward, my boyfriend, theyre all adopted siblings and the adoptive kids of Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Rosalie and emmett are dating.”

“Wha-huh?!” I do I double take, did she say boyfriend? So she knows them personally!

“So, you know them on a personal level?” She smiles, “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

I look over one last time and all of them are just staring a hole into my soul. I feel like crying, why are they staring? Is there something wrong with the way I look? My hair? Clothes? Body? What is it? I adjust my clothes but still feel uncomfortable.

My last hour is P.E with bella and Mike, I cant get that Jasper boy out of my head, why is he so familiar?

[barkbarkboy]

ok so. drowning lessons got me really in the feels and i NEEDED to analyze it. gee said this song was really personal to him (and cursed) which is why he doesnt sing it live. i think not hearing it live is gonna kill me now bc!!!!! bro!!!!

CW: bit of graphic violence, suicide mention

without a sound i took her down / and dressed in red and blue i squeezed - he doesnt hesitate. the second this feeling pops up in him, of being girly and feeling good about it, he doesnt hesitate to pounce and kill it out of fear. he's "dressed in red and blue" because he's committing these metaphorical murders quickly, usually from asphyxiation. so the red would be blood and the blue would be her skin turning blue as he squeezes down on her neck.

imaginary wedding gown / that you can't wear in front of me - imaginary because he feels like he can never have it, he cant imagine a world where its okay that he wears a dress, especially to his wedding. he can't wear it in front of his masculine side, or she'll get hurt/killed again. he has to keep this a secret. wear things that make her happy in secret. and especially not in front of anyone else in the world. the fear eats him alive.

a kiss goodbye, your twisted shell / as rice grains and roses fall at your feet - he does like her, he even loves being her, loves the way she makes him feel, but he isnt brave enough to commit. so he kisses her goodbye, leaving her twisted corpse behind. she'll never have her wedding dream.

lets say goodbye the hundreth time / and then tomorrow we'll do it again - these feelings keep popping up though. they never ever go away. they dont stop. he has to work tirelessly to keep her at bay. every single day, he fights to destroy that part of him any way he can due to the shame he feels.

i dragged her down, i put her out / and back there, i left her where no one could see / and lifeless, cold into this well / i stared as this moment was held for me - he drags her away from everyone, hiding her in various places. the back of a closet perhaps, leaving her where no one can see her and know he's any different than an average person. he then decides to metaphorically toss her dead body in this well. yknow what else you toss down a well? coins and wishes. keep that in mind for later. anyway, this is a big moment for him. something is about to happen.

(a bit of verse 3 is largely demo lovers story stuff, so i skipped most of it)

to show you what i've been thinking (...) just to prove that i adore every inch of sanity - he wants some sort of proof that hes not just crazy. he wants some sort of proof that his life will be happy in the future, and that maybe he can let that side of him loose, but he ultimately feels hopeless.

these hands, stained red / from the times that i've killed you and then / we can wash down this engagement ring / with poison and kerosene / we'll laugh as we die / and we'll celebrate the end of things / with cheap champagne - i believe this is directly him feeling the immense guilt of killing her on his conscience, and references a possible suicide attempt, which is heartbreaking. i believe the engagement ring is him feeling hopeless over his love life, or dream of marriage, and thus the dream with the wedding dress.

without, without a sound / without, without a sound, and i wish you away - he uses the wishing well, tossing her dead body in the form of a coin, down into the wishing well. his wish? she never comes back. shes dead forever. even though he loves her and needs her, needs her to feel like himself, he gives into peer pressure and gets rid of her, and he doesnt even hesitate. i believe this is a flashback to when he was young, suggesting he wished or maybe even prayed the gay away, or something like that. he didnt understand yet that just wishing that part of you away is just destructive.

this song is amazing. the fact i can never hear it live KILLS me

[mattsturnsq]

Mine || Matt x Reader

Summary - You tell Matt how you found out you found out your boyfriend , Luke has been cheating on you on your one year anniversary , and he tries to comfort you

Warnings - Petnames , use of y/n

Authors note - Hi friends , this is my first ever fanfic i made so its not the best, please give me ideas on other fanfics I should write ! Also, english isnt my first language sorry also theres a bit of use of y/n

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You woke up with the sun shining in your eyes , remembering its yours and Lukes one year anniversary . You wanted to do something special for him so you got up from your bed and went to the bathroom to start the shower. In the shower you were thinking on what to get for him .

While applying the shampoo on your hair you decided you were gonna get him flowers and a pair of shoes he always wanted

Once you got out of the shower , you applied your skincare and a few sprays of his favourite perfume you owned and went to your closet to pick out an outfit , you knew Luke’s favourite colour was blue so you picked out a blue crop top you bought last week and grey shorts and took your keys to head out. Once you got in your car you called Luke , no awnser , you called him again , no awnser .

You just assumed he was doing something special for you . You started your car and went to the flower shop thats not so far from your house. You knew his favourite flowers were roses so thats what you got him . Once you bought the flowers , you went and bought the shoes hes wanted forever . Once you bought the shoes and flowers you went to his house , he gave you the keys to his house when you recently began to date him so you entered secretly to surprise him , once you park your car on his driveway you entered the house .

The first thing you heared was Luke and a girls voice , like if she was laughing . You assume it’s his sister and went to his room, where he was . There you find him and not his sister, but some girl cuddled up in his bed kissing, once he saw you he immediately took his lips of the girl and looked at you in shock . “ Y/n … what are you doing here ? “ Luke asked you in a shaky tone “ Who the fuck is she ? Why were you kissing her ? “ You looked at him in a shocked way “ Babe , she’s just a friend I promise nothing else “ then the girl stood up and looked at him “ A friend ?? Is that all I am to you ?” Luke had no words to say except looking at you and the girl in a scared way “ During our one year anniversary , are you serious ?” Tears immediately started to form in your eyes and you went back to your car . You decide to call the first person you can think of, Matt , your best friend of 4 years . Once he answered you began to talk in a shaky voice.

“ M-Matt can I please come over .. ?” “ Yes of course , what’s wrong ? Are you okay “ “ I’ll tell you once I get to your house ..” once you ended the call you start the car and drove to his house , while you were driving Luke texted you a few times but you decided to ignore it. The drive to Matt’s house was about 10 minutes.

Once you got to his house, you got out of the car and knocked on his door. Once he opened the door he looked at you with a worried face “ Y/n , what’s wrong are you okay “ “ Luke cheated on me “ you said while walking in his house and taking your shoes off . “ What ?? How the fuck could he “ Matt always thought Luke wasent good for you “ I-I don’t know and today is our one year anniversary too .. “

“ I knew he wasent good enough for you . “ As you started to cry again , Matt opened his arms signaling you to cuddle in his arms .

Matts pov

I can’t believe for what Luke did to y/n , but now as she’s not with Luke anymore , should I confess to her how I loved her for 2 years ? I don’t know if I should because I’m scared if it will ruin our friendship “ Matt ? “ “ Yeah ? “ “ Thank you “

I looked at her a bit confused “ thank you for what ?” She looked at me and smiled while holding my hand gently “ Thank you for always being there for me Matt . “ I smiled at her , she looked so cute like this . I thought in my head , maybe I should finally confess to her . I will . “ Hey , y/n ?” She looked at me again “ yeah ? “ “ Uhm I need to tell you something” I was so scared and worried on telling her but I just had to . “ I like you .. and not as a friend but much more “

She looked at me and smiled while blushing a bit “ Wait really ? Matt .. I like you too “ I was in shock , I didn’t really think she would like me back “ Y/n .. would you like to be my girlfriend ?” “ YES Matt I would “ She looked at me in surprise , she was so cute like this

Y/ns pov

I can’t believe this, Matt really asked me to be his girlfriend ? Honestly , I loved matt much more then a friend but I tried to deny it as I was already dating Luka that time “ does this mean, I could call you mine ? “ Matt looked at me while brushing a piece of my hair behind my ears “ Yes Matt , I’m all yours “ We smiled at eachother and unexpectedly he kissed me on the lips , I loved this and kissed him back . I wish we could have this moment forever

“ I love you y/n “

“ I love you too , Matt “

[basslinegrave]

make your own post this and that so i am. so i dont spam ppls tags and what not

thinking about how snm would realize they got feelings for one another and i feel like for sam the realization would come much later like. into their 20s at least but for max i think hed crush on him on and off since they would be like teens or something? im a sucker for stories about my ships realizing their feelings and getting together so its hard for me to just pick One to go with. if i was a writer i would make like 80 different situations a week 😭 but with these two since theres no canon, there doesnt have to be a set timeline anyway and there can be a morbillion of them. like if i look at the cartoon that is a married couple with a house and all. so it narrows it down to getting together much sooner... then in ttg you just have them perhaps not fully in it, maybe they talked about it, maybe not yet at all, maybe s3 could be where sam realizes his feelings, etc etc (i dont see them as a couple yet there though) and so on

anyway my fav idea is that max just has feelings for sam but hides it (maybe even forgets about it from time to time and then falls in love with him all over again) and this goes on for years and years but he thinks sam wouldnt be interested at all so he lets it be (maybe except one time drunkenly fooling around back in like college, or at least during the one week before they got kicked out lmao)

sam realizes it much later, in their 20s or early 30s (not even early middle age man yaoi.... weak...) and i think he would be a bit "afraid" of it all, i do think hes bi but not having experience with men especially and it would be a scary and unknown area for him plus he wouldnt want to somehow hurt max and ruin their friendship and all that. reassuring himself that would never happen and no matter what they will be best friends even if he told max but he would still try to bury those feelings at first. big on "try", they would still slip out in other ways like caring for max and just the usual (how they talk, touches, stuff like headpats and throwing max etc), thats also the thing that would be like "oh yeah. whats there to be scared of", the fact that once they would get together, nothing would really change at all? they already have their own love language of sorts and are always together anyway etc so it would just go from "partners" (work) to "partners" (work and life and everything else) i think. i also like how in ttg you can look at some things as "oh hes deep in the closet" even if its not written like that..

its also hard for me to separate canon and fanon at times and hard to like. work with some stuff, its always a mess in my head but a good chunk of the fans ship them and take them as a couple. me personally i would see it only in the cartoon but even there its more of a joke (but if you show some things as facts it can be easily viewed that way) but for the rest of the media it stays vague (which i do like, except ttiv, you know what you did ttiv *shakes fist*) but there i keep thinking about how max is sort of shown as gay but not really. like its more of a 'if youre gay or a shipper etc you see him as gay, otherwise not' situation to me. if you say hes gay online, there will be people telling you that hes not, its never been explicitly said (true) etc he just doesnt like girls.. and i noticed the irony of how this is a time where people that normally are against aro/ace characters they will paint him as such just so that he isnt gay, lol. like "no he cant have anyone if he can only have men 🤬" anyway. that said yeah they can be aroace best friends, just for me personally id prefer to be more romantic - in their own way. ofc they dont go to romantic dinners but they can go blow up a shooting range or go to a burger joint and see which one of them can eat more burgers before throwing up, but they can also smooch when the player/reader/watcher isnt watching, you know. max hates kissing though, which can either end in they dont kiss much Or they do, its just on the same page as with them hating when others touch them but theyre glued to each other 24/7 (or like the case with max hating seeing naked ppl but he himself being naked normally) so like he hates seeing it, but is fine with sam and sam only?

derailed strongly there, i wanted to talk about how they would also tell each other, thats also something i cant decide on but me like a little bit of angst of course so it would have to come with either a little misunderstanding or going "too far" -> realizing it wasnt too far but what the other very much wants etc etc. actually i have nothing here, moving on

uhh and i also think about them proposing? i think they both would want to. theres also so many ideas but my fav is that sam gets to propose first, but max just goes fuck! beat me to it. and he pulls out a ring as well and they get to propose at the same time (with sam perhaps getting emotional, max would call him a sap but then get a bit emotional too for once) but then theres also something silly for the comics/htr where i can imagine it more like max mentioning marriage, as a joke or not, and sam pulling out a comically oversized ring pop for him (then they have the """"shotgun"""" wedding lol) then for ttiv which is my dearly hated storyline. they maybe proposed in the past, but idk if they actually got married, they ended it because it got rocky. perhaps sam got cold feet but max would be the one to end it (then make harsh remarks about sams dating life and all that, but deep down being glad its not working out for sam cause max has always been the jealous type) and maybe they finally get therapy (or max contacts sybil after ages and she gives him some advice and such) and perhaps after splitting up for a bit like in the cartoon (insert snm divorce gif) they get back together now that theyre like in their 50s and realize its no use, theyre not really holding each other back as they would be worried maybe but that they truly want to be with each other and they get actually married after trying again. i think its silly for them to get married like youd expect maybe sam to think about that but not max but i think hed be very excited about it mainly cause of the food at the reception

[solardick]

So she’s the girl I’m supposed to come out of the closet to. Sorry girl. Im a queer now. Ive be fagetized. Im going to be alone to the end of dsys now. And this typing is going to continue to be only thing to talk too. Too bad its corrupted by shadow assholes. B cause im just here to be fucked and nothing else. Its the whole readon of being alive. Just being fucked whike having no participation in life.

Dorsnt matter ill be dead soon anyway. If not this year. Then its the next. Or the year after that. But, its comming soon.

I dont want to be apart of a workd tgat promotes torture to suicide as a divine thing. The workd is too fucked ip and corrupted to live in anyway.

I dont care about having a single human connection with anyone anymore.

She’s a burnt out loser. Im a burnt out loser. Whos been fucked for over the last 26 years. Hope she isnt expecting much.

So you’re going to hook me up with the one human race i have zero sexual interest in. Uh.

So human beings have body hair, for the reason of disgust. By-passing the disgust factor trigger tgat keeps moderation on sexual practices. “i wouldn’t eat out a hairy pussy. That shits disgusting!” “ i would sate a girl woth hairy legs or a beard! That shot is disgusting!” When the hornanal starts to fluctuate and activate there is little in the way to jeep the conscious didposition seperate from the instinctual.

I dont want to be apart of a world thst does nothing but lie to me everydingle day. While preaching about the war of misinfiration. And the gay catalyst war with russia.

So far so good, i honestly can’t tell if she’s playing me or not. But she wants sex. And im even less capable bow then o was before.

But, i guess she can take my slut aspects for herself. I don’t want to do that but, whatever. Like anyone cares.

Not much to say on my dearh bed but. Im done. Im beaten. I was born. Fell doemwb the stairs. End of story.

Fuess im not sleepign again either. Too bad i cant lose my job uh? Get fired for sleep deprivation. Sotty until i stop havign a vagina. I cant function.

I dont think im

Going to work anymore. Think im just going to

Stop. Dont rhink j can hold a job anymore. Alchohol and suicide. Indint have a choice. Being abused into suicide.

I almost dies again yesterday.

You come to terms with the fact your being murdered by your entire comminity.

Hahjaah im being murdered. And no one gives a shit.

A bottle of hard stuff and a noose and my problems are over.

Everytime the world puts itself over me to do

What it whats. Which has been a whole. Counting 40 years of never failing. Its never once worked out to my benefit.

Most of it is displacing me from place to place. Being beaten on. Half the time, unfairly. Being drugged. And now wrll its always been to this purpose for the last 20- years or so. Always setting me up to fall. And noone ever coming in to be on my side in anything. If it doesnt allow thrm to be over me one way or another. Even if its just conversationally. Watching ehile everyone knows thinking your an idiot. Not knowing whats comming. Ive known for almost 20 years. God, the internal one, tood me in a dream. All those years ago. As i stand here and watch you guys rape my existance. For something indont even deserve. I dotn want to be alive anymore. So that other people can feel supperior over me. Thats all life has ever been.

If my family ever cared about me they wouldnt have beaten me into suicide.

And the world is never going ti stop fucking with me. I dont have much of a choice but to kill myself do i?

Should tell ger that to. To stay away from me for her own protection. Save that they come after her for supporting me. But she’s in on it anyeay. Somi doesnt matter does it?

Born cursed by this demon. Never knowing what life is. My entire existance. I cant do it anymore.

Wonder if after this their going to beat me into

Another beligerent mess ao they can have an excuse to be me some more.

Should have fucken killed myself when i tirned 35 like i said i would.

What do you mean, the cameras in my appartment watching me every moment of everyday. Zero privacy. So it’s constant pressure. Cant really do anything.

What the childhood sex addiction i had when i was a child. That ruined my life? Killed another life, And the harmed lives of the ones i loved. I dont think i know hoe to live ithout having n addiction.

Your an alcholic whis been sober for the last 25 years? Hey, man i got a case of 24. Want a beer?

Hey you know what. Im going to leave this bottle of whisky here. While me and all my friends treat you like dog shit. And record you.

Well i coild try wuitting smoking again. Gives them one less …someword, to dose me with.

Liok at what it turned my family into. A bunch if inbred retards. Bent on demonic spychopathic, sociopathis bs. And look at what its fone to the rest of the community around me. Turned all of them into the same. Fueled by bs. Acting on bs. Running on hatred. And they all play into it like a bunch of fucken idiots. Slave to thus demon running their lives.

If this continues for much longer i

Not going to survive.

Wow. Im turninf into an asshole. Start shittinf on everyone.

Paid suspension.

What are you doing here. Get out if my van im noy done yet. No, get out im not done yet. Complaint. Fucken femmes.

After listening for 10 months of cursing and swering and throwing shit around. Sexual and racial derogatories. Yeah ok.

Everyone can treat me

Like

Dog shit and rape my existance. Blow dhit out of proportion. Add in their own bs. But, i cant even do anything.

Oh well back to warhammer. Kill some lowlives. Still being fucked. Iust like childhood.

And if and when inmake complaints like yhat. It gets blown right out the window. Doesnt matter.

[neverdying-d-e-a-d]

ok i have more confidence from internalizing that ill always be good and valuable #winner but ☝️

im afraid of someone killing me if they dont like me. whatever.

im afraid of someone killing me if they do like me. whatever.

im afraid of people.

i always come back to this. im afraid of people

most people arent even capable of violence, i feel like. people are domesticated, dont have a real violent bone in their body. all talk, all soft. most people dont even think about violence or consider it to be a choice. lets file through the people i know about in my head. insofar as i know, the only people who have made violent threats to me, are one girl, and my father. which, wow.

people are violent in passing, casual ways . but murder? unheard of. and people get violent when they need real and serious help. its not really a choice, is it? well. no, it is, of course it is a choice. i choose not to be violent in passing, or try to. ive never been actively violent, sought it out. so i suppose i dont know if active violence is a choice. only in the way that i cant imagine anything to be a choice.

[okay wait. actually i HAVE been actively violent before i pushed a kid down the stairs in middle school and that was definitely a choice. to be fair he wanted to choke me to death. well. i pushed him out of the way and he fell down the stairs like an idiot and he shouldnt have been blocking the entire class and well, no one liked him, and i guess if no one likes you then the right to your body's safety gets taken away. at least, that's how i felt in middle school, i suppose. i still feel that now, just a bit, i can feel it. violent punishment, devaluing bodies. its abhorrent, so why do i feel these things?

i feel like theres conditions under which i deserve violence. i feel like i deserve violence. like it's the most natural thing in the world. i feel surprised, time and time again, to find evidence to the contrary. i feel like i deserved it all. i was told i deserved it all. i was told it makes sense and i guess, it still all makes sense in my mind. im still just a child, remembering it. it.

struggles no man could ever understand. struggles no adult could understand. no older brother. constant constant everything. starving. hitting myself. falling to the ground. metal baseball bats, porn, secret rooms. dents in my head, and screaming, always the screaming, it seems to follow me. selling my stuff apparently, pain medication. hospitals. seizures. gang violence. colonization. italy. knives. crying in closets, screaming in cars, in parking lots, in showers, in restaurants. threats of violence. real violence. scraps of love. long nothings. kissing ass. saying nothing. eating shit. never talking about myself or my life or my friends out of fear. threats of violence, always threats of violence. followed, sometimes, by real violence. control, obedience, long nothings. trophies. skirts. what is any of it worth, really? whys it ever a question? no one can ever seem to get over whats happened to them. and how could they? therapy costs money. im afraid of calling to even see if it costs money because im afraid of not having money]

and here i am wondering if i deserved all of it. of course i didnt.

god and magic, are they real? does a flow control us? if there isnt any god or magic, isnt there still god and magic? doesnt it feel like it? and if its a feeling, isnt it real, a phenomenon? like magic. just like magic. when something good happens for no reason. god and magic r probably just abstract feelings. the feeling that is tugging you along. what is tugging us along? no, really.

anyway.

opportunity, and they took it. their choice. fuck you for life

itd be nice for people to have more sympathies for these sorts of things, "women's" struggles. people victim to opportunities presented by the patriarchy. conditional violence. domestic violence. but it all fizzles away. and here i am, alone. really, really... lonely, sometimes. all the time. yeah, all the time. i think i might always be afraid of people. it just feels safer that way.

in other news, the surveillance state provides a promising new avenue for avant garde artists, ensuring every piece exposure to a pair of somethings hungry eyes. unless ai starts reviewing everything, i guess. then the surveillance state... reaches a yet colder avenue. oh well. im sure ai will pose its own insecurities.

[chocopuchino]

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI – “IS THAT MY SHIRT?”

“It looks what?” you breathe out, suddenly turning back to see him, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“it looks good on you.” he says, suddenly getting closer to your face.

cw: ushijima wakatoshi. lightly suggestive, reader is smaller. reader has boobs. you’re funny.

wc: 1k+

a/n: i love him so much, soso much, hes a small n silly n adorable little guy :(((

it’s a sunny day. your wonderful boyfriend decided to take a break and not go to practice! (correction, you obliged him to take a fucking break) he’s in the shower, and as a wonderful partner, you decide to make some pancakes for breakfast!

You’re excited, finding an amazing pancake recipe online, and he doesn't have a clue that you're making them or what it even is. mixing the batter— oh no, it spills onto your t-shirt! oopsie daisy, you’re so clumsy at times, hehe. hot girls dont wear aprons, remember? with pancake mix all over your t-shirt, what’re you supposed to do now? of course, the one and only right answer, to wear one of your boyfriend’s shirt!

humming down the hallways, making your way towards his overly big wardrobe, you realize you should probably take this rich man shopping. two pants, three pair of jeans, all of his underwear folded in a drawer, pajamas, a luxury branded robe he never uses, neat shirts of all types, blazer, coats, and of course, millions of shorts, leggings, running jackets, compression shirts, and any other type of athletic clothing. you sigh, ugh so unfashionable.

but, one thing catches your attention. neatly folded and hanging, you spot his beautiful jersey. schweiden adlers, his name written on the back, the dark blue collar, number 11 written widely front and back, the little logo on the right, the gold ombre below going up- fuck he should be coming any minute now! still, even if he’s currently playing for Japan’s men national volleyball team, this jersey was always your favourite. bingo, you think, immediately snatching it (with lots of care, of course) and placing it down on the floor.

taking off your messy t-shirt and throwing it away, knowing how eventually he’s gonna be the one to pick it up and place it in the washing machine- you put it on.

his fresh and manly scent immediately invades your nostrils, and oh god is it big. just like his d-

he’s big. its obvious. he’s tall, and you’re not at his height either, so there’s a difference. his jersey reaches below your pelvis, while on him it used to reach just before reaching his hip. jerseys for athletes are usually tighter, meaning that this might be a tiny bit smaller for him. the sleeves reach your biceps, and your collarbone is almost exposed. you’re surprised though, its quite thin and flexible. you thought that it might be a bit felty or something, but it’s light!

making your way towards the kitchen, you go back to the counter again to actually start the pancakes- and you finally hear the loud creak you’ve been waiting for. a few creaks coming in your direction, it suddenly stops, and you turn around just to face a—

tall. wet. and a freshly from the shower wakatoshi. ah, his body is like a work of art, like a greek god, sculpted to perfection, and, with only a beige towel wrapped around his hips- wait a minute, that’s the same colour of that branded robe inside his closet, are they maybe from a set?—

“love.” he breathes out, his deep voice hitting you suddenly, interrupting your thoughts, and your cheeks flush.

“yeah? what’s wrong, toshi? something the matter?” fluttering your eyes at him, speaking in a tone so oblivious.

“Is that … my jersey?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow.

“no, it’s not. it’s my boyfriend’s. isnt it, like, so cool? i swear he’s so cool, you should prolly meet him y’know.” you answer sheepishly, facing your back to him, showing off the name written widely on the back.

“Ah… I see. It looks …” if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't quite get your sarcasm and would stand there confused. deciding not to answer, he simply observes you. seeing where it reaches till, sleeves reaching your biceps, and the way your curves are hidden under it— but seeing the curve of your breasts, the jersey flowing down from there, makes him blush a little.

“It looks what?” you breathe out, suddenly turning back to see him, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“it looks good on you.” he says, suddenly getting closer to your face.

your eyes widen slightly, cheeks heating up softly. leaning back, you scoff, prepping the stove now.

“i-i know, of course it does. why wouldn't it?” you answer after a moment,

“you're right, really. it's very big on you. why are you wearing it, honey?” he asks, now suddenly feeling big hands on your waist, your back flush against his firm, broad, and bare chest.

“because, you know-”

“no, I do not know.”

“Toshi!!" You whine his name out, frowning with a scoff.

"it's because while I was making the batter, I spilled a lot on my t-shirt, so, it got dirty, and I wanted to … “

your voice gets quieter after each word, and he notices, his hands now going from your waist, to now caressing your sides.

“to what?” he asks so normally, gosh it makes you mad.

“to … wear… your, shirt. or t-shirt. or jersey. I just wanted to wear something of yours, y-you know, to take in your warmth and to feel comfy and nice. I missed you, y'know? s-so I thought...” you explain, tone quiet.

“I see. Doesn't making love count as the same thing though? If you're missing me so much, I should take more break days. No, why don't we have it today? tonight? now?”

“W-what?! Toshi- you should definitely take more break days but you can't just squeeze that in like that, that's too sudden!-” you squeak, surprised by the sudden change in topic, cheeks heating up impossibly as you look up to see his face. he looks so calm and stern.

“Tonight we’re going to have dinner at your favourite restaurant. we’ll have some wine, a three course meal, and then I'll have my dessert later.”

he states with a nonchalant tone, pecking your cheek from behind before walking off, leaving you ultimately flustered.

safe to say you got a three course meal and wine from your fav restaurant, in change he didn't get your pancakes but did get his dessert!! now you're unable to walk lolol

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[technowoah]

Dating The Dream Team Headcanon(s)

Dream! (Clay)

Our supposed golden retriever

He loves you with his whole heart and he'll tell you that every second he gets.

He loves showering you with affection on and off camera

Mostly off camera

Pda isn't a problem because no one knows his real face.

He'll kiss you, holding hands, hug you, piggyback rides when your feet hurt, locking arms, arms around eachother when you're walking. All of be above

Just hugging you from behind all of the time. And always wanting to be around you

But if people know who you are and know you're dating Dream you two rarely go outside in public areas.

But home dates are amazing too!

Blanket forts even though its so cliché, he insists.

Watching horror movies on the first date was his choice.

Ya know for somone to cuddle, just in case they get scared. It worked.

You guys dont need "dates" because you always are around eachother.

But Clay likes to have formal dates every now and then

At first you didn't know what to call Clay.

You had called Clay, Dream for the first month you two started officially dating.

One day he asked you why, and you said that you watch videos that he's in and gotton used to people calling him Dream

He melted on spot when you mentioned you watched his videos and videos with him in it.

Except for the minecraft cheating ones

He always asks if you like the video first before anyone else because he values your opinions.

He'll sit you on his lap while recording or editing and sometimes, I emphasize sometimes, your voice will make it into a video.

He was very protective of you, and still is. Especially because of the place he is in popularity.

In the beginning your conversations while speed running would always be either muted from his audience or either cut of from the extended manhunt videos.

Now he takes pride in having his significant other's voice in videos. He dosent cut out your conversations, except if they're too personal.

Or the kisses

Dream bought you roses on the first date, and now roses are such a special thing between you two.

Those little rose pendants for jewelry, fake roses to keep around his place, gifts things that reminded him of your first date with a rose that comes with it.

He gives you merch of course!

Your closet is full of Dream hoodies and a box full of milestone coins.

You always either get the prototype one or the first one made. Idk how he made that happen, but take his word for it.

You've meet "Drista" before, and you had met his family too!

His family adores you.

He has yet to meet yours, but one day he promises he will make a great first impression.

I would do into more detail, but Dream is one of the most caring, sweet, boyfriend's you'll ever have.

Sapnap!

My boyyyy

I love sapnap srs

Gentlemanᵗᵐ

He'll treat you like royalty

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but further into your relationship he got more comfortable with showing you love in public.

He loves hugs, lying together, just hugs and sitting you on his lap and resting his head on your shoulder.

You guys mostly have home dates for him to have an excuse to hold you all day.

The dates are mostly movie marathons with one of you laying ontop of one another

He loves cheek kisses btw.. all the time

Conversation between you two flows so naturally you could talk for hours about anything.

You try to convince him to have a podcast.

When you get too riled up his voice calms you and he knows that so he uses it to his advantage.

You two play fight alot, its never serious you two barely fight.

Also calling him his real name was the strangest thing to him.

Like Dream, it had to take some getting used too because their friends wouldn't call them by their real name (most of the time)

He adores nicknames for the both of you. You both have too many nicknames but the most popular one between you is 'angel'

You never sit in the same room while he plays video games, because he can scream very loud.

There probably has been noise complaints. And you wouldn't be surprised.

You'll always defend him no matter what. Even when the twitter stans get to him, he knows you'll be there without a doubt. Always ready to defend your man.

You're kinda protective of Sapnap, but he's more protective over you.

You two would defend eachother to the ends of the earth.

You trust him with hanging out with other people, but you just dont trust Twitter.

He loves showing you off to his community. He kept you a secret at first then gradually started saying "my significant other" and they caught on.

Sapnap isnt that much of a gift giver. He loves to spend more quality time with a person.

He likes to spend more time with you than buy you material things all the time.

But he gives you his merch, but then the rest of the clothes you get are his actual hoodies.

He's actually starting to miss his clothing so he asks for them back for them to inevitably end up back in your closet.

You and Sapnap are planning to take a trip to meet his parents and then make a weekend out of it.

Then the next stop is to meet yours and out of all the relationships you've had you're not nervous for him to meet your parents.

We love sapnap in this household and he would just be the best boyfriend srs

GeorgeNotFound! (George)

This man is so annoying

But like in an endearing way ya know?

He never fails to brighten up your day

Making you laugh

repeating phrases over and over again

poking you nonstop to get a reaction out of you

giving you long hugs that never seem to end

kissing you all over your face.

He is just so bright.

Hes the neighbors kid

George loves giving you affection whether its kisses or holding your hand he wants you to know he's there.

Even if you dont want him to he'll always want to be around you.

He loves skinship.

George loves walking around London finding stuff to do for dates.

He loves taking small roadtrips too so you get to see stuff around the area you wouldn't normally see.

Just walking around holding hands while making fun of anything you can see.

You two are out in public a lot so when George does his meetups with his friends and brings you along people would stop them and want to take pictures.

He'll introduce you as his significant other in public to fans who ask or notice, but online when his friends ask about his relationship he says "what relationship?" Even though his whole fanbase knows you two are dating.

His fanbase loves you two together, but sometimes they can get too much.

George couldn't care less about what his fanbase thinks if him and his relationship and he wants you do think the same because its not worth it.

Your voice sometimes appear in his videos when you comment on something he does in minecraft.

George doesn't like to put his personal life out on the internet so he still keeps secrets about yall relationship

All his community knows is that you're his significant other and you're "really cool" in George’s words.

You stay in his room when he's recording because he insisted that you stay.

Also he doesn't give you his merch, he refuses to and everytime you ask he just says "because I said so" and "I need the money"

He ends up giving you merch, you knew it was a bluff anways.

Dreams love language is gift giving

Sapnaps is quality time

and George’s is skinship like I said.

Hugs and kisses all the time. Even when your mad at him

You guys have so many inside jokes its ridiculous.

You say them around your friends and laugh just to annoy them.

You guys love to flaunt your relationship around. Showing off that "this is George’s jumper" and "oh this is y/n's necklace"

One time you threatened to cut George’s hair and he didnt speak to you for like an hour.

You already have a good relationship with him and his friends, but you havent met his family yet.

If your family lives out of the country you both plan to travel for him to meet your family.

If your family is in the same country you guys plan a month where you both meet eachothers parents in that same month.

George would be so proud that he got to meet your parents. And the same goes for you.

After all you both love a little road trip from time to time.

Anyways being georges significant other would be a 20/10 experience.

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Dream Team Imagines: @bozowrites

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[smallesttits]

•Jealously, Jealousy•

This is one of my stories from wattpad, felt like adding it on here. My wattpad is in my bio, ZONT STEAL MY SHIT IM BEGGING YOU LMAO ILL COME FOR YOU. (Side note, just go follow my wattpad if you want more of these because I have more on there💀)

Walking home alone home from a party I arrived to with my boyfriend was not how I imagined this would go down.

It was just past midnight, him and I had only been there for a mere hour and he was no where to be found. I considered calling vinnie, I knew he'd come pick me up in seconds if I asked. But I knew that if Oliver wasn't actually doing anything, we'd have a fight over Vinnie. Again.

Vinnie's been my bestfriend my entire life. We grew up together. He was my crush, my first kiss, my first lover. He moved away the second year of our relationship and it broke me. We tried our best to stay in contact but it was practically impossible with our different time zones. He used to visit often, before Oliver found me.

He was mad at me for about a week when I told him Oliver asked me out, and a solid month after when I told him I agreed.

We eventually found peace with one another, but I knew as long as I was in a relationship with anyone other than him.. he wouldn't be ok with it.

See Vinnie Hacker isnt the typical protector. He promised when we were little he would protect me until the day I died. And he always has.

I sniffle and adjust my jacket as I keep walking, around the corner from my house. My car was in the front, apparently Oliver decided he had full rights to it and drove himself home.

I sighed and opened the car door, snatching my keys and locking the door before walking up the stairs. The lights were not on, which was a pretty bad sign.

I had Vinnie on speed dial. Of course.

Unlocking the front door quietly, I shut it and look down at the trail of clothes leading to my fucking room.

I laugh, it's all I can do other than cry. I knew something wasnt right about him.

And the worst part is, he isn't even drunk.

I throw my keys on the counter and walk up the stairs to my bedroom. Hoarse moans and screams leave the room, the walls almost fucking shaking. I shiver in disgust.

Opening the door softly, I lean on the frame as the girl gets fucked from behind. His dick wasnt even that good, barely 3 or 3 ½ inches. I roll my eyes at the thought.

They dont notice me, and don't slow either. Its.. embarrassing. He looks as if he's trying to go his fastest on that poor girl. Hm, must suck.

"Alright dont you think you've had enough fun," I finally shout after a full minute of them still going at it.

They both scream, he goes to cover himself and not the girl. He pushes her off the bed. She tumbles down, and that looked like it fucking hurt.

I hold back a laugh.

"Get your shit, and leave." I smile at her, facing him now. He looks so weak, so scared. Its amusing.

"You. On the bed, now. Sit and if you move I swear on my life you won't see the light of day tomorrow." I narrow my eyes at him and watch as the girl scrambles down the stairs. When I hear the front door close after a couple seconds, probably putting her clothes back on, I walk into the closet and grab rope. My bed and his bed were different for one reason. He didn't have many kinks.

I did.

The mirror above my bed wasn't there for nothing, shall I say.

Lucky for me I'd get to use it on someone who deserves it.

Vinnie.

I walked out and saw him shaking as I pulled the rope with me, walking over and straddling him.

"You a-aren't mad right? I-I'm drunk baby, I didn't mean too, I- I thought that was you!" He lies as I sit on him, snatching his wrists into restraints in which I tied to the bed post.

I sigh, finishing off on the tying and just sitting over him now. He was still so scared. I laughed. Bringing my hand up, I cupped his cheek to soothe him.

Before slapping him right across the face.

And then again.

And then.. again.

They were not hard slaps, no. I'm not going to abuse him like that.

Just something to knock some sense into him.

I jump off of him and wiggle my fingers at him as a sign of me leaving. I walk downstairs and pick his clothes from the front up, and onto the front porch. Walking up to his room, I gather the few things he had and shoved them into a suitcase, along with his soap and toothbrush, and other things from the bathroom he owned. I rolled the suitcase down down the hall and pushed it outside with his other clothes, dusting my hands off when I closed the door.

Oops, the suitcase wasn't closed.

Eh.

Picking up my phone from my pocket, I hesitated.. but still called Vinnie. He answered on the second ring. Yep, definitely not over him..

"Hey, what's up love?" He starts off and my cheeks heat up immediately. I should be used to the pet name, he's called me it for years. But this time it felt amazing.

"Hey vin.. where are you?" I ask, knowing it's a stupid question. I didnt want to talk about the Oliver situation just yet.

"Umm.. actually on my way to see you. Is that ok? I can get a hotel or something if olive oil doesn't want me to 'steal his girlfriend'," he chuckles.

I gasp, not prepared for any of that. I didnt know he was coming to see me. And I didnt know Oliver had ever said  anything like that.

"Oh, no that's actually.. perfect. I have a little problem you could help me with though.." I mumble.

--vinnie arriving <3 --

A knock on the front door sends butterflies shooting through my body.

But before I can reach the door, Oliver screams. "Y/N WHO IS THAT? DONT LET THEM IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

I chuckle and open the door quickly, glad I explained what happened before Vinnie got here.

I smiled at him shyly as I look at the porch. He moved all of Oliver's stuff into a chair, the suitcase open so he can pack his shit. he's too kind.

"Hey love," he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. It feels so amazing to have him here with me, me wrapped around him.

"I missed you," I mumble into his neck as he moves his hand and grabs my ass almost fully, Holding me onto him.

I kicks the door shut and I'm moved, my legs wrapped around his waist and both of his hands squeezing my butt. I held back a moan.

"You don't know how much I've missed you y/n-" he grunts, but Oliver's screams cut him off.

"IS THAT FUCKING VINNIE?" he cries, and I can feel the house start to shake a little from his constant moving and thrashing.

"Vin, we need to get along with my plan and quickly." I blush as he nods and carries me up the stairs quickly.

Oliver, still naked and tied perfectly up sat there as Vinnie and I looked at him. Well, Vinnie narrowed his eyes slightly and I glared.

I tap Vinnie's shoulder and he puts me down, but not before kissing my forehead softly.

I moan for him and him only, then turn and walk over to Oliver.

He shudders when I sit infront of him, slowly arching my back as I pull myself closer to his dick.

I can hear Vinnie's silent protest from behind me as I stick my tongue out and pretend to lick up Oliver's dick.

"Alright that's enough of that," he grumbles and snatches me off the bed.

Oliver is left tied up and disgustingly hard again, all because of me. I smile.

Vinnie turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks and without hesitation connecting out lips.

I let his tongue slip into my mouth, massaging my own as his hands run down my neck. He pushes my jacket off slowly.

"Are you sure you want me to do this y/n? This.." he sighs, pulling back. "This can't be a one time thing love."

My eyes water, and I nod, pulling his forehead down to meet mine.

"I want you vin, I want you forever."

And with that, Vinnie smiled and pecked my forehead.

He almost ripped my tank top over my head, and unbuttoned my low rise jeans quickly. The small thong I wore covered almost nothing, and I hadn't decided to wear a bra. Almost fully bare infront of my best friend.

He marvels at my tits, his arms shaking out of his jacket and pulling the sweater he had under it off also. From what it looked like, he didnt wear underwear. I chuckled.

His large hands hold the sides of my rib cage as he bends down and licks my nipples to hardened them. When he successfully hardens them, he lifts me up and turns me around, so I am facing Oliver. He bends me quickly over the bed, taking a deep breath as his nose trails up my spine.

"you're so wet for me, hmm.." he mumbles softly pulling my thong off, I hear the waist band of his sweatpants pop as he pulls them down.

My thong sticks to my core, making me squirm as chill air hits me.

I look back at him, seeing his massive dick in his large palm. He jerks himself a little, drips of precum start to lather my wet entrance.

"Fuck me vin, fuck me." I beg.

He slides himself in and I almost scream. Stupid me, I literally just saw how big he was and still tried to take him fully.

"T-too much vin- wait-" I cry out as he pushes himself more into me.

"Hey, love are you ok? Want me to pull out-" he leans over me, his fingers wrapping around my throat and arching my back so I can look up at him.

"N-no, just give me a s-second.." I whine, tears prodding my waterline.

"Oh baby, dont cry, please. Are you sure you dont want me to pull out?" He whispers. I know he has a soft spot for me being hurt, he'd do anything to put me out of misery.

But I was fine.

"O-ok, you can go again," I whisper, and he sighs relieved.

Pulling himself out a bit, he thrusts back into me, almost knocking the air out of me. His thrusts speed as he pushes himself fully into me, my loud  moans pouring out of my mouth.  My vision blurs and my hearing almost vanishes as Oliver starts to cry and thrash again.

Vinnie takes his hand from around my throat and pushes my face into the bed, deep groans emerging from us both.

Slamming himself in and out of me, my ass jiggles with each thrust he gives.

He grips my ass with both of his hands, pushing it upwards as my face plunges deeper into my sheets. Spitting on my asshole, he takes his thumb and swirls it around before pushing his thumb in. I clench tightly around and squirm as he moans loudly.

I start to meet his thrusts when my high starts to get even closer. The bed rocks back and forth with us as I lift my head, looking straight at Oliver. Tears stream down his face as he watches angrily, but silently. I almost feel bad.

Almost.

"Oh, vinnie.. you -f-fill me up so g-good... I lo-love you.." I throw in, my eyes rolling back as I cum around him. He ruts forward, my face pushed right back into the covers as he answers me.

"I love you more, c-can I cum my tight little pussy? H-hm? Let me fuck some babies into you," he whispers, bottoming out in me relentlessly.

"Y-yes, please," I whine into the sheets, his thrusts pushing deeper and deeper into me. He bumps my cervix and I scream, in pain and pleasure. Filling my core with his spurts of white, he paints my walls and pushes me to take all of it. A smaller orgasm washes through me.

Fucked out, I slump on the bed, completely forgetting about my ex infront of me. Vinnie soothes me by rubbing all over, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet, kissing me before he leaves for about 3 minutes.

When he comes back, he has his sweatpants back on and Oliver is gone.

"Are you done baby?" He asks, lifting my chin and I nod tiredly. He grabs a pair of underwear and helps me into them after wiping and cleaning me up along with himself.

Tossing me over his shoulder, he walks us to the living room and swaddled my mostly naked body in a blanket.

"Twilight?"

"Twilight."

🕴- I forgot how ass the first movie is lmao

But the cast 😩😩😩😩😩 #stantheorignalvictoria

Anyways

LILY OUT~

[faemen]

ace attorney??? more like really fucking gay attornies who are SO THICKHEADED i am going to kill them

why couldnt this just be a fandom thing like i thought it was before i played. why cant they just make these canon. why must we suffer so

i dont even want them to be canon cuz yknow normal reasons, i just want the fu kdingnf PINING TO STOP cuz its SO MUCH WORSE EVERY TIME

wrightworth? killed me. not bc of their cuteness or normal ship reasons, nooo instead you change your entire major for a guy you knew for 4 months when you were 9 and book a private jet cuz you thought the guy was dying and gain unnecessary feelings and have that man shine brilliantly in your eyes and share a deep dark secret with the exact same girl who just confessed her love to a guy and being great partners and trusting in each other to find the truth and enjoy biting into apples because theyre red and

klapollo? dont even get me started. once again, not because of normal ship reasons, but because they make me so infuriatingly mad. but yknow being used to getting inspected by the ladies but feeling that way for the first time with a man and calling each other cool while blushing and treating your guitars like lovers instead of smashing them on stage and singing a song about your boyfriend being the prosecutions witness and taking care your heart isnt stolen away and wiping pretty smiles off your opponents face and pulling the darkness out of him and being dazzled and literally asking him out to dinner is all normal and straight dude stuff

lanamia? girlfriends? really? i cant believe you thought that going to law school together and being both a detective and prosecution at the same time she was a defense attorney and being close enough to her you had to push her away and break contact when you got involved with a murder and dying at the hands of the man that blackmailed her and her being the first person you tried to contact when you were in trouble and being attracted to her (intellectually) could possibly mean anything not straight at all.

franmaya?? wtf are you on about??? wdym you saw acts of lesbianisms when two women admire each others strengths for being so strong in her own way in the exact same situation as herself and when theyre narrative foils and when one of them avoids whipping the other despite not doing this for pretty much anyone else and when she spends all night on a freezing cold mountain doing something extremely difficult to make sure the other is okay and out as soon as possible?

faraskye? HA dont make me laugh. why are you even telling me about how theyre literally a detective and thief which fits the trope perfectly and about how they investigate together and about how they worry about each other and how they both have big dreams about their careers in the future which theyre super passionate about and have entirely planned until something comes in their way?? this is all heterosexual behaviour???

blackmadhi? you mean having opposite designs that are black + edgy and white + holy while having the complete opposite personalities to their outfits and calling each other sad monk and reverse panda while fiercely going off against each other because neither of them can bear to lose and putting up facades to keep others away from their true selves but still caring about their younger siblings and doing anything for their sakes? yeah i dont see it.

junithena? youve got to be kidding. playing together in the woods as children and growing up to still remember each other even when others dont approve and being determined to help her find her true self and being worried that shes anxious while remembering what happens when she does even though its been years and getting mad at anyone who bothers her and sobbing because she gave you an orange and promising to defend her no matter what and taking a risk so that she doesnt get in trouble in court and calling each other nicknames and getting jealous that two people are fighting over her love while calling her a bunch of compliments and being supportive but sad when she gets a crush on a guy for some weird forking reason doesnt mean anything at all.

asoryuu????? whaaaat??? cant believe you ever thought that being certified besties and taking a huge risk so that said bestie wouldnt lose their dream and calling each others partners like every line and that thinking hes the pride and joy of your university and not sleeping in the same bed so you can go into the closet and teasing each other while still showing your unbreakable bond is homosexual activity.

tldr: theyre straight /s and i hate them

[dear-ao3]

so for everyone asking about my theories on my house:

-my house was built in the early 40s, i dont know the year, but it was during the war.

-the united states did not enter the war until december of 1941 but they began drafting men into the army in 1940. if you recall my house was built during the war during the early 40s. my theory is that most of the able bodied, young men (such as those who would be working in house construction) were likely drafted (as happens in most wars), this leaving less qualified, and potentially older men, or anyone who wasnt able to be drafted for whatever reason, to build my house. this is not meant to be ableist and it will come into play later.

-over the years my parents have done a lot of work to our house themselves. it is important to point out that i believe we are only the second owners of this house and as far as we know the owners before us did not do any major work to the house.

-the house itself is a two story with a living room, a dining room and a kitchen on the first floor, 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom on the second floor, and a basement as well as an attached garage and a back porch.

-anyway. the house.

-our house is first of all sitting crooked on the property. or the property line was drawn crookedly. either way, the people who built it didnt know much about math (see point 1). you can see why this might be an issue when building a house

-the construction on our house (as you might have guessed) is....questionable at best. i have no idea how its still standing honestly.

-my parents ripped apart the kitchen like 4 years ago and we found some very interesting things. such as heating vents that were cut right through studs and weight baring beams. studs that were not aligned properly. one board that actually spins when you flicked it. we have only taken down the sheetrock in the kitchen, so who know what the hell else is hiding in this house.

-aside from that, the hardwood floors in the kitchen are different than anywhere else in the house. like the ran our of boards and shoved some from a different job in the kitchen. (once again see the point about math)

-there is a heating vent in the shower. not in the bathroom. literally in the shower. like if youre standing in the tub, showering, youre staring at a heating vent. once we had a contractor come for something or other and he looked at the shower vent and laughed cause he had "never seen anything like that before." a house contractor. who does this shit for a living.

-in my bedroom there are two doors that literally open into each other. my bedroom door and my closet door slam into each other if you open them all the way.

-every single floor in this house is sloped. now that could be settling, but given the absolute disregard for math on other parts of the house, i would not be surprised if it was just the way it was built.

-and my favorite one so far has been our collapsing porch.

-yes on monday our back porch collapsed. it sounded like an earthquake and it was fantastic. and when i say collapsed, i mean that the floor collapsed. our porch is about an 8 x 15 foot rectangle and the floor was concrete, there were wooden banisters and a shingle roof. over time the thing had started to collapse and my dad had pulled off the shingles a bunch of years ago and they were going to fix it but they never did.

-so on monday the concrete floor collapsed. and it revealed something very interesting: THE PORCH WAS HOLLOW!!! literally underneath the six inch concrete slab or floor there was nothing. no mesh, no cinderblocks, just a 12 foot deep hole. the hole literally goes down to the footings of the house. and theres a bunch of debris in it. and we assume that the slab was held up by some old rotting wood or something but like what in the hell?? the insurance man showed up and literally told my dad that he had never seen anything like that before. like why? what?? you would think?? that people in construction would know how to construct something sound??? but no. its only a matter of time until the whole house collapses. (see point one)

-now thats just some of the nonsense that we have found in this house

-like 10 years ago we had the oil tank in our yard taken out. it was a ONE THOUSAND GALLON TANK BY THE WAY which usually isnt used in residential housing (again, point one). but anyway. we found a hugeass milk jar during the excavation. and of course they werent drinking milk. it was definitely alcohol. which could also explain a lot.

so that is my house. its a fun little disaster. i know the theory about the people who built it probably isnt accurate but thats the family legend and im not looking for a lecture from any of you i am just sharing the lore and my thoughts.

[inoxske]

a few my hero academia headcanons (mostly kirishima, kiribaku, and bakusquad) (3rd year)

kirishimas laugh is a very wonderful sound that everyone fucking adores, so lots of people think hes flirting because he laughs a lot but he isnt lol

i believe all the bakusquad can sing but their all shy so they pretend to be really bad but theyre all closeted theater kids so when 'the room where it happened' from Hamilton played one night at karaoke night they all sang and hamonized and everyone freaked the fuck out

bakugo and denki cross dress because it makes them feel powerful and they are often seen in fashion magazines and shit

kirishima is best friends with bakugos parents and all of katsukis family adore eijirou

bakugo cries the second any kind of animal or child is hurt in movies

adding onto that ^ bakugo loves kids, more so as he gets older

kirishima will go to interviews for really important people, but because of his adhd he forgets important shit so he has to call bakugo while in the interview and ask and they always keep the clip because he always puts him on speaker

kirishima will put on classical music but like really nice music and dance with people in the dorms. hes danced with all the girls, and was caught slowdancing with katsuki once at like 3am on a saturday (aizawa cried like a little bitch)

all of 1a calls aizawa dadzawa by the time 2nd year rolls around. like, if someone calls him aizawa now he thinks hes in trouble or someone died or some shit.

kirishima can handle any kind of spice because one of his mamas is half latino and so he basically grew up with lots of spice. bakugo challenged him to a spicey wing eating thing and they ended up having to stop because bakugo ran out and threw uP BC HE WASNT GONNA LOSE OKAY

kirishima will escort young ladies home if they feel unsafe, or he will just scare the shit out of men who harass anyone

sero becomes super fucking popular with ladies like everyone thinks hes hot and he doesnt know why but like- BITCH- ..... he is so fine, next

bakugo and midoriya go to therapy together and work shit out. kirishima ends up having to go with bakugo to therapy a lot bc he says he gives him the courage to open up and not feel weak 🤨..... idk sounds kinda gay to me

a majority of class A has a mission near an animal shelter, and damage is done to the shelter and a really dangerous aggressive dog starts running at mina and bro this dog- this dog is fucking BIG like wolf big and out for BLOOD and is so loud and kiri, ya know, grew since first year and is now like a tank like 6"7 and 300 pounds of muscle and so he gets infront of mina and just goes "HEY!" in a really fucking deep like angry as shit voice and makes himself big and the bear of a dog immediately flinches and runs back into its kennel. and everyone kind of freezes and looks at him, and hes like "jeez, i didnt mean to be so loud" and bakugos like "oh no that was the hottest thing ive ever seen in my life" anyways

bakugo can cook, kirishima can bake

bakugo gets super bad sensory overload sometimes when hes had an especially bad experience with a quirk or something and will have meltdowns about his clothing or how sweaty he is, or how loud his quirk is and how bright it is and kirishima will help him. when it first happened everyone handled it really well, and turned off the lights, and momo made him a weighted blanket and noisecancelling shit and kirishima put his head on his chest to help him match his breathing and shit. v wholesome.

kirishima and bakugo got in a super big fight near the beginning of second year when bakugo was in a bad mood and called him weak again and kirishima blew up on him and told him how he wasnt gonna let katsuki walk all over him just because he feels insecure or weak or whatever and kirishima got super fucking pissed because bakugo got defensive and told him he shouldnt take it so seriously and that it was true and he needs to get stronger and kirishima was like fuck you, at least i admit i have some weaknesses to overcome, and some things that need to be fixed, and they were both hurt and shit but bakugo wouldnt apologize so he stopped talking to him for a while. and then kirishima kept teaming up with midoriya and working together and bakugo confronted him and was obviously trying not to cry and apologized and shit

^ adding onto that. kirishima is equals with bakugo, and will always be equals with bakugo. he never ever comes back crying first, and he always leaves bakugo alone until he apologizes. thats called being partners bitch, and bakugo tries his best. they barely ever argue, unless its about mac and cheese or some shit

kirishima loves calling bakugo pet names, and bakugo will absolutely never admit to anyone it makes him feel like the strongest person alive, but he will to kirishima

kirishima called bakugo "puppy" once while he was sleepy and bakugo broke down crying because he didnt know why it made him feel so nice. kirishima felt horrible. they werent even dating yet 💀

when minas bored she'll teach one of the boys a dance and make a tiktok with them. bakugo is surprising good at dancing.

bakugo, kaminari, and kirishima are the absolutely fucking hilarious when left alone together.

bakugo is super innocent so everyone will ask him random questions at the most random times just to see his whole body blush red and he turns into a grandma, like "bakugo how do lesbians have sex" and hes like "WH- WHAT THE- EW!!! GROSS I DONT KNOW! WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT!!! YUCKY!!!"

bakugo has to have braces for a year and then wears a retainer and kirishima likes it alittle too much while everyone else thinks he looks fucking stupid

denki will go wake up aizawa and sleep in his bed when he gets sick or has a nightmere. present mic will make denki breakfast if he comes to the dorms to find his spot taken.

mina and bakugo are barbz, and so is kirishima just much more on the DL.

kirishima and bakugo can talk telepathically by the time they get to 3rd year, so they always make up the best excuses. also they have really weird nicknames that only they get. kirishima did make the mistake of joking around and saying he wants to be called big daddy boss man and bakugo wouldnt cook for him until he had a written apology.

bakugo really loves cuddling but doesnt know how to ask for it so he just acts like a cat and headbuts kiri and sits on him angrily until he gets the message.