#Trying to get around to things whenever I Can as opposed to at the Right Time is so helpful

[adhdo5]

OK not to immediately negate my doomerposting but today I have not only achieved most of my to do list and am lined up to complete at least 2/3 of the hoped for tasks but also I have cleaned the kitchen + bathroom and called the insurance company

[kamitv]

Thinking about Sukuna who...

Hates you (affectionately).

If you expect the king of curses to ever admit his romantic and blissful emotions of love in regards to you, you'd have to (quite literally) be on the verge of death.

He says it a lot too. "I hate you," in place of saying the opposing three words. When you two first got together you found it odd but at some point, you realized that was his idiotic way of saying he loves you.

He'll always have this mean look on his face but sometimes, and only sometimes, you swear you'll find faint little hearts in his eyes when he looks at you. (Then again you might be delusional because look who the hell you're in love with anyway).

Always fucks you like he's mad at you.

Tying you up, choking you, biting you, scratching you-, oh the list goes on with the number of things this man does to you during sex.

He's so mean to you in bed, being sure to stuff you full of his cock(s) for hours on end until you're left completely ruined, and even then most times he doesn't want to stop. The only reason sex ends with him is simply because he pities your lack of stamina.

That, and it annoys him when you're so fucked-out that the sound of his name leaving your lips is barely over a whiney little whisper. Followed by that is usually the frustratingly small pushes you give him, babbling something about it being 'too much', even though your cunt is always saying quite the opposite.

Aside from that, he fucking loves when you're scratching at his back, leaving bright red marks he finds prettier than the dark tattoos decorating the rest of his muscular body. He'll be sure to admire take a look at them the following morning. Then, whenever said scars begin to heal, he'll be sure to remind you to create new ones for him-- he loves them most when they're fresh.

Requires your full undivided attention no matter what.

The moment your name leaves his lips, Sukuna expects every ounce of your attention on him. He doesn't care what you're doing, you're required to be focused on him whenever he requests your attention.

It's almost like he doesn't even 'request' your attention, he commands it. It's in the way he looks at you; the way he'd tip his head into whatever direction you're looking into just so you can understand the seriousness behind his request-- and yes, sometimes he could be saying something pointless like, "You looked foolish running around in the garden like that earlier," To which you'd happily respond to him with both a smile and a chuckle, "You were watching me?" And then he'd feel caught and cover it up with a roll of his eyes, "I always know your whereabouts, human."

Secretly loves having your eyes on his.

Or, he think he hides his love for the eye contact pretty well...

Though, you see right through all of that rather quickly. The way he always tips your chin up so that he can get a full look at your face all the time, tells you to keep looking at him no matter the situation-- he could be balls deep inside you and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head and yet he still expects them to eventually return to him.

Even when he's not looking at you he tells you to keep your eyes on him. It frightens you sometimes when you watch him look at something else and then you try to do the same only to flinch at the sound of his rough tone hitting your ears seconds later with a swift, "Did I say you could stop looking at me?"

Hates to see you upset.

As much as the man thrives in the displeasure of others, you're probably the only living thing that genuinely irks his nerves to see upset.

Even though he finds your little pouts and huffs of frustration as cute as ever, he only finds such expressions enjoyable when he's the cause of them. And even at that point, he doesn't exactly like seeing you mad with him. Sukuna already feels as though you should hate him as is so whenever you're actually mad at him for something (most likely killing someone after you've requested him not to do so) it makes his heart twinge in unfamiliar ways.

That's typically when he'll decide it's a good time to throw you a very rare, yet much appreciated compliment. A simple, "You look pretty today," somehow always distracts you from whatever it is you're mad about. Which makes him smirk-- he finds it endearing how easy it is to please you. (Though, he only finds it so endearing because he knows only he can bring you such joy so simply).

Has a tendency to treat you more like some kinda pet instead of a partner.

He truly doesn't mean to but it happens naturally for a curse who knows little of what it means to love someone.

Stuff like, "Fetch me another water, woman." "Sit." and, "Stay here." is often slipping from his lips without second thought. And no he doesn't mean to make you feel like a pet, it's simply the way he speaks to everyone and you're no exception.

Well, you weren't an exception until you explained that you don't like it when he speaks to you like you're some kind of dog. To which he teased you, "Yet you enjoy my praises?" Naturally, you were confused so your brows twisted up and he went on to elaborate, "When I call you a, or my 'good girl', you always tell me how it arouses you." Then you're sputtering out an embarrassed little, "T-That's different and you know it!" "It is still something I would say to a dog." He deadpans, like he always does when he's speaking to you. Your eyes roll and he smirks within the split second your gaze isn't on his, "Yes, but I'm talking about the other things you say." Folding those large bulky arms of his across his chest as he stands before you, "Ah, so you mean when I command you?" Sukuna asks for clarification. "Yes," You reply simply with your eyes returning to his Again, he acts clueless, "You told me you loved dominant men." "That's not what I-," Your face is met with your palm and you let out a heavy sigh before giving up on your little explanation, "Y'know what, never mind."

He pretends to have no idea what you were trying to express in that conversation but you later notice the difference in the way he talks you.

Knows you have a not-so-secret thing for his thighs.

And how can anyone blame you? He often covers them up, of course, but when you first found out he had such slutty tattoos decorating his upper thigh, you couldn't help but he enamored by them.

Though, when Sukuna caught wind of this, he instructs you to ride those same thighs you find 'slutty' and audibly describe to him in detail what it is you like about his thighs so much. So when you're prettily sitting atop him with little to no clothes, safe for the lingerie set he had made for you, all he can do is stare at you with that cocky ass smile of his, ignoring his aching cock whilst he listens to your whiney descriptions of how attractive you find his tattoos.

Loves bickering with you.

He’ll admit this one. Sukuna can’t get enough of getting on your nerves in a teasing manner.

Flicking your forehead mid conversation just to watch your brows twitch and your face twist up, cutting you off as you’re talking just to watch the way you shut yourself up or sometimes keep talking over him as if to compete with him, and disagrees with most of what you say just because.

“The sky is so beautiful today, ‘Kuna, look!” You once exclaimed as you enjoyed a rather peaceful walk with the curse, your arms wrapped snuggly around one of his. He barely spares the sky a glance before grumbling a response to you, “It looks horrid.” “Sukuna,” You huff in that scolding tone he seems to adore so much. Biting back a smirk, “Woman.” With a little groan, you give his bulky arm a nudge with your head, “Can’t you be serious just this once?” “I am being serious,” Sukuna deadpans before looking down at you and meeting your gaze— feeling proud to find your eyes are already on his. You’ve got this pout on your face now, “What’s so ‘horrid’ about the sky? Hm?” Words are flying past his lips faster than he intends to, almost like second nature as he takes in the features of the only human to have every captured his attention, “It doesn’t look like you.” “I-,” You’re smiling immediately, “What?” “Nothing.” Oh how you adore when he does that — compliment you and then get all shy about it, his eyes darting elsewhere, “Awww, Kuna-“ “I’ll kill you, brat,” Sukuna cuts you off crisply as he tugs you further along the long path you’re headed down. “You love mee,” You reply in a nagging tone, flashing the man the brightest smile you can muster. And of course, he’ll never deny that but he also refuses to say those three words to you so, instead, he’s smirking slightly before responding with an expected command of, “Silence, human.”

Will never admit to being jealous.

Despite it being so obvious— he’ll always deny it when you ask.

He walked in on Uraume showing you how to properly prepare a meal one time and decided to nudge his personal chef out of the way just to show you himself. Muttering something about it being ‘easier’ if he shows you himself.

Sukuna often threatens those who have their eyes on you for any longer than five seconds at a time, even if you’re literally talking to them. And yes, yes he’s counting every second.

Has the most degrading nicknames for you.

“Whore.”

His “cockhungry slut.”

“Needy bi-“ He got hit for trying this one out without your permission.

“Brat.”

“Stupid woman.”

“Foolish human.”

But when he does say something affectionate— it typically consists of; “angel”, “perfect”, “beautiful”, “heaven in his hands”, y’know, the usual.

Finds his emotions only ever confusing him when you're around.

His heart feels strange in his chest when you give him small touches.

He can’t stop his breath from hitching in intimate moments when you’re running your fingertips along his jawline and studying his face closely.

You kissed the tip of his nose one time and whispered something about how handsome he was and Sukuna swears he’s never felt the need to protect and savor something more in his life.

If he were ever to lose you, he’d wreak havoc on the rest of the earth until you’re miraculously reborn, of age, into this world once more. (His words, not mine)

Loves your tits more than any other part of your body.

Sukuna likes playing with them for some odd reason. Like a big baby with a sensory video, flash your tits at the man and he can’t think of anything else aside from the soft flesh he’s toying with in his palms.

And he has two pairs of hands so he makes use of them quite often. Approaching you from behind, grabbing your waist with one set of hands and your breasts with the other— he’ll grope your tits and lean down to your ear to whisper about how soft and perfect you are for him.

Dislikes when you make him speechless.

And you do it often too. Each time he sees you, he only feels his words fading over and over again.

The first time he saw you in a red and black kimono constructed specifically for your figure, he felt all thoughts and words leaving him and the only thing on his body still working properly was his cock(s).

You notice how every time you call the curse ‘handsome’ he goes quiet for a moment longer than normal. He’ll stare at you like you’d said something foreign for a few minutes before muttering something along the lines of, “Stop telling me things I’m already aware of, brat.” But, his face is shaded a different hue of red and his eyes wander elsewhere for just a second.

Has and would kill anyone for you or because of you.

This, you have to scold him about. In the beginning of your relationship with the king of curses, he would dispose of people as if their lives had no true value— all for the sake of you.

You had to beg the man for months straight to let go of that sinful habit of his and almost did. The only difference in his killings now versus then is that you don’t know about them. Or, he trues to make sure you don’t know (he’s not that good at keeping things from you).

Is happiest when you call him certain names.

“My lord” “My king” “‘Kuna” “Handsome” but he’ll never admit to his preference for these nicknames over other ones you may call him.

A/N: lmk if there are any errors — this isn’t proofread!

[satkru]

Could you write CakedUp!Male reader part 2? This time maybe past jujutsu students? (Those who were featured in hidden inventory; Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, etc)

*๑♡՞ . perverted characters (+ satoru, suguru, ireri) , anal sex , ass eating , unoblivious reader this time! , teasing , possible spoilers for those who havent watched s2 of jjk?? also tysm nonnie for submitting ur req!! i promise i wont do u dirty ,, also I'll probably do this kind of post again but w villain characters if theres a demand for it

SATORU GOJO — ౨ৎ

whenever satoru liked something, he would make it very clear. such as when he develops a new liking towards a sweet, he'll be a nonstop nagger about that certain candy. but on this occasion, his new liking included your ass.

satoru would always lick his lips when he was viewing distance of your ass, taking in every curve, every dip that seeped into your body, every jiggle that occurred when you would take the smallest of steps.

"my god suguru.. i need his fat ass bouncing on my-" geto, unfortunately, was the one who had to listen to gojo's horny thoughts snd every wants. "can you shut up and go ask to hook up or something" "but suguuuuu.. im scared he might reject me..!"

"yea i hope he does so at least you can shut up" suguru chuckled, gojo stared at his best friend with a very serious look on his face, "not funny asshole." the sound of loud music and people talking was the only things that could be heard inside the place.

satoru looked in every crevice and every corner to try to catch a glimpse of you. "suguru i dont think he ca-" and once again, he was cut off by geto's influence, "look over there, by utahime", gojo looked where suguru pointed out.

and there he was, his big booty god. talking to utahime along with a few other guys, "who are those losers next to my man.." satoru gritted his teeth, "dunno, but seriously, go ask him something or risk losing him to another man"

satoru whined a bit but eventually came around, his walk was sped up, wanting to be in y/n's presence as soon as possible. once he did make it to him, the two guys had already left for more drinks. "ahem, heyyyy y/n! crazy to see you here!" satoru said as he put on a fake shocked expression.

y/n turned his head to look at satoru, his sweet face making the tent inside gojo's pants grow. "oh my gosh hi satoru! i havent seen you in forever!" y/n hugged the tall male, stunning him.

"y-yeah.." satoru said, his voice wavering slightly. utahime scoffed at satoru's obvious likeness to y/n, "get your hands off my man you blue eyed bitch" the woman said with distain in her tone. "utaa.. dont be like that, cmon, maybe you can get more drinks for the both of us!"

utahime disliked the fact that her sworn enemy had a chance to be so close with her best friend, but eventually agreed after a couple bribes opposed by y/n. once the woman was out of view, y/n pulled satoru by the shoulder and brought his ear to his mouth.

"cmon gojo, lets go upstairs", such words made gojo's hard on grow inside his pants. "o-okay..! lead the way!" satoru tried his best to keep his footing correct, but the sheer thought of being in bed with the man he's lusted over since freshman year caused him to trip over his feet.

once the two made it up into a secluded room, y/n wasted no time getting into a sloppy makeout session right against the door he and gojo had just entered. "cmon gojo, i see the way you look at me" y/n said breathlessly as he then grabbed both of satoru's hands and brought them to his ass, helping him grope the large amount of mass of ass he had to offer.

gojo certainly thought that this couldnt be happening, everything had happened in a blink of an eye and now he was about to get down and dirty with the hottest guy in his grade. "holy shit.. youre ass is so soft..!" satoru kneaded the skin as if he were a baker, taking in how fat and juicy it looked.

"c'mon, lets get in the bed" y/n giggled as he grabbed gojo's collar once more and pushed him onto the bed. Satoru's head began spinning with how hard he was, he couldnt take the amount of teasing y/n was inflicting onto him. y/n knew this and decided he would help out the man by releasing a bit of that tension built up in his pants.

slowly but surely, y/n carefully and skillfully pulled out satoru's cock from his pants, caring for the thing as if it were a delicate piece of glass. "you're quite hung satoru" y/n purred as he eyed the massive dick in his hands before licking the tip. teasing it and spreading gojo's precum through his mouth.

satoru's head flew back, a mix of emotions quickly running through his body, causing him to twitch and leave his mouth open enough to where drool seeped out and down his cheek. seeing such a sweet reaction from gojo prompted y/n to take his shaft deeper into his mouth, ripping a loud groan from satoru.

"g-god! im not sure if i can handle this much longer..!" gojo stifled through his words, pleasure building up in his abdomen, ready to escape through the tip of his cock. y/n left satoru's cock with a slight pop, "dont disappoint me, babe"

a whimper left gojo's mouth, the word "babe" was sending him into another galaxy but he knew he had to keep himself from giving in too quickly. y/n got up and turned around to shuffle his own pants down, his ass slightly bouncing every time the fabric was shuffled down his rear. satoru was hypnotized by the sight of y/n's bare ass right in front of him, the gelatinous piece of meat spoke to him in a sweet tune.

y/n smirked at the sight of the dazed gojo, who thought the man who was handling the six eyes was such a fool for a big ass? and with that, y/n plunged himself down towards satoru's cock, causing him to let out a surprised moan. "y-youre so tight!" gojo said with utter shock, "i was waiting for you to make a move" y/n said, his tone drenched in lust.

satoru grabbed onto the hips of y/n and began to let out all of the tension built up inside him, all of the times he had jerked off to the thought of y/n bouncing on top of him made satoru drool more than he was before. "c-come on gojo! show a man what you are truly capable of doing!" y/n cheered on gojo, wanting more of his fat cock rearranging his insides.

satoru groaned louder, his climaxing catching up to him sooner than what he wanted it to be. but he continued to plow through y/n's insides as if they were a mere fleshlight. gojo's eyes rolled back in pure bliss, the feeling of skin on skin making him want to cum deep inside his dear y/n.

"can i cum inside you?!" satoru asked with urgency, he knew his climax was near but he still wanted the reassurance that he could release inside y/n. "d-do whatever you want..! just fuck me harder!!" such a lewd sentence through gojo over his metaphoric edge, he wanted to be the best moment of y/n's night and if no one was going to give it to him, he would.

gojo's hips thrusted on their own, slapping against y/n's fat ass causing ripples to shoot throughout the delicate piece of meat. y/n's moans grew louder and his walls began to tighten around satoru's cock, then, a sharp feeling of relief and bliss shot through the two, causing them to tense up and release their loads.

best night of satoru's life.

GETO SUGURU — ౨ৎ

geto and y/n had been dating since their junior year and had just recently reached their senior year. the two were known for being the sweetest and cutest couple around school, but some people didn't like the scent of success coming from the two. although he wasnt envious or jealous of the two, gojo liked stepping in the way of things. making his face well known between the two.

for instance, while walking side by side in the outskirts of the school, both geto and y/n were having a peaceful and quiet moment, embracing each other with their presence. but the moment of silence was soon broken by the sound of gojo's hand slapping y/n's ass, "hey sweet cheeks" the blue eyes freak boy purred. "gojo! what the heck is wrong with you!" y/n hissed as he soothed his reddened ass cheek with a few strokes of his hand. "c'mon n/n dont be dramatic! its not like i slapped the silicon out your ass"

"my ass isnt a fucking bbl asshole!!" y/n retorted back, offended by comment gojo had made. geto scoffed and rolled his eyes, "seriously satoru? cant you see were having a quiet afternoon..", "dont be like that suguruuuu! you guys know you cant be serious while your in the amazing presence of the awesome and powerful satoru gojo, welder of the six eyes cursed technique!" with that, satoru began to playfully flex his muscles and do silly poses to make his toughness known to the two.

"yeah, more like the welder of no common sense, go back to messing with utahime or something" y/n said with a hint of distain in his voice, "n/nnnn!! dont be so mean to me!" gojo cried as if he were a toddler, falling dramatically to his knees and hugging y/n by his legs. unbeknownst to the two sane men who were trying to keep their cool while the most annoying in-training sorcerer bothered them, gojo was slowly gliding his hand up y/n's thigh and grabbing a handful of his ass. earning a surprised yelp from the man.

"gojo! seriously stop groping me like im one of your stupid girlfriends!" y/n whined as he tried to pry gojo's hand off of his ass, but he wouldnt budge. "satoru, let go of y/n. now" suguru's voice had deepened the last time he talked, making his certainty known to the otherwise dense satoru. gojo slowly let go of y/n and began to rise from where he was originally sitting. "yes sir.." satoru replied as he bowed his head. "i was messing with you dumbass" "hey! i am no such thing!!".

the two went on a yapping session before eventually gojo had to leave for a mission. leaving the two alone and in silence once again, geto grabbed y/n's hand and darted to his dorm, wasting not a second and quickly closing his door and locking it. "suguru? is everything okay? this is really-" y/n was cut off by a shaky kiss from geto. "fuck, just get on the bed and take your clothes off already".

y/n's face grew bright red, such a straight and forward command from geto wasnt out of the ordinary but such a lewd command was very much not like him. y/n shuffled his way to suguru's bed, taking off his uniform and undergarments. "we only have 10 minutes left of free time, i'll make this quick" suguru said breathlessly, his actions were filled with urgency. "suguru, seriously, whats up with you?" y/n asked as he lied himself down on geto's bed. geto took a deep breath in and sighed heavily.

"the way satoru acted towards you.. god, it pissed me off so bad" suguru admitted, his face flushed red from embarrassment. y/n's confused and concerned face contorted into one of smugness, "is that so?" he asked, geto grimaced and nodded his head. "hm, then we can show that blue eyed asshole who really owns this ass" y/n grinned as he raised his ass in the air, tossing the weight of his rear on each legs, causing ripples to spread across his ass.

the boner in suguru's pants grew harder, twitching, wanting to be freed from its confinements. "get your phone out and start recording would ya?" y/n asked as he wobbled his ass in front of suguru, as if he were the bait and geto was the fish. geto hurriedly took his phone out of his pants and ripped open a condom from his drawer, wasting no time to slip it on.

positioning himself behind the desirable piece of ass, geto slowly entered himself into his boyfriend's tight hole. soft curses and breathy groans left his mouth as he continued to slip the rest of his boner inside of y/n, who was moaning his ass off as suguru slowly put his hard cock inside him. once the grueling task of putting suguru's cock in was done, geto couldnt wait any longer and began to thrust harder than he had before.

such a harsh action took y/n by surprise and he couldnt help but tighten more around geto's cock, causing him to let out more audible groans. suguru grabbed y/n's hips to gain a more steady rhythm, his phone on one hand, "god youre sucking me in so nice y/n.." geto moaned out as he slowly began to feel his climax reaching to him.

"y-your phone suguru..! dont cum inside me until you get a good video to send to that asshole!" y/n yelled as drool seeped down from his mouth, geto nodded vigorously as he let go of y/n's hip and flipped his phone, steading his shakey hand and began to record the plowing.

both parties were obviously on the verge of cumming their brains out, and doing it on tape didn't sound like a bad idea. y/n dove his head into the pillow as he moaned loudly, his cock spurting out cum like it was his first time ejaculating. geto wasnt too far behind, as a few more plaps and his load was inside y/n's guts.

the two breathed heavily, the room was filled with steam and the scent of sex. the quick sound of a click made it clear that geto was done with his recording and sent it off to that smug son of a bitch gojo. "you being jealous was pretty hot" y/n said inbetween breaths, "shut your mouth already" geto replied with a slight chuckle. maybe having gojo around wasnt as bad as he thought.

shoko ieiri — ♡

having shoko has a smoker buddy was as great as you could imagine. she wasnt stingy with her cigars, nor was she overprotective about her lighter as others would be. plus, who wouldnt like a hot brunette who gives you free head all day and all night?

the night was still young and the smell of smoke was all the two exchanged. "chill night ay?" y/n spoke with a draw of smoke from his mouth, "surprisingly so" shoko replied. both of her roommates were gone for the night, something about a huge party but shoko wasnt as excited as they were about it so she decided against leaving her dorm.

"shouldnt you be worried about your roommates chewing your head off about you smoking in the room?" y/n asked with a hint of fake sympathy for both of shoko's friends who were obvious non-smokers. "youre doing the same thing dickhead" she spoke with a chuckle, "yea but im near the window so my smoking doesnt count". shoko raised a brow as she looked at y/n, "is that so?"

ieiri hopped off her bed and walked slowly towards the boy near the window, taking his cigarette and swapping it with hers. "ew, did you even wash your teeth before this" y/n asked, recoiling in his stance before he drew a swig from the cigar in his mouth. "does it matter? you still would've used it even if i didnt" shoko rolled her eyes, faking her annoyance of y/n.

"maybe i wouldve, but its still gross" y/n couldnt help but gaze slightly at shoko's parted lips, they were more plump than usual and had more shine than he usually saw on them. sure he's felt them on his own but something about the lighting of the dorm mixed with the darkness of the outside made them stand out more. "has anyone told you that you had pretty lips?" shoko hummed in confusion as he took in the question.

"nope" the brunette replied, her gaze not moving from the wilderness outside of the window. y/n grabbed shoko's chin and gently pulled her to face him, he took out his cigar and took out her's as well. y/n looked into shoko's eyes, mesmerized by the doe look in them. slowly, he pulled her in and locked lips.

something the kiss they were sharing felt different than the others, strings were being attached but at a slow enough pace to where they both couldnt notice. the slight swap of their saliva made the kiss more hungry, almost reaching the point of desperation for one another. shoko quickly pulled away before falling down onto her knees and pulling down y/n's pants.

luckily for her, y/n was feeling lazy that night and didnt feel like putting on underwear. shoko's hands quickly grasped the mountains of ass behind y/n, "fuck, ive never been able to tell you how much i love this ass" with a quick slap and a slight yelp from y/n, shoko dove head first into y/n's cock, licking the bulging veins she felt touching the walls of her mouth.

as she sucked, her hands kneaded y/n's ass, watching her fingers sink and then rise as she placed and released pressure. y/n grabbed shoko's hair and pulled her closer, to the point where her nose made contact with his pelvis. "fuck, just like that ieiri, just like that" breathy praises leaked out of the man's mouth, not being able to contain his voice with the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

shoko didnt mind the sudden pull by y/n, in fact, she enjoyed it. being able to grab more meat from y/n's beautiful, jiggly ass. she had dreams about her face being the seat that carried y/n's butt off the floor, even having lewd fantasies when she was on the verge of sleep in yaga's class.

"im gonna cum..!" y/n said with lust laced in his tone, his hand's glided down shoko's back, angling him to shove more meat down the girl's throat. finally, after a couple more seconds of the sound of gurgling from shoko, y/n's abdomen popped, letting out thick ropes of semen down the brunettes's throat.

ieiri quickly pushed herself off of y/n, wiping some cum off of her mouth before standing up again. "lay on my bed" she commanded, "oh? are you gonna ride me this time?" y/n cooed, drool dripping from his mouth from the lewd thought. "what? no im gonna eat your ass" shoko said with all seriousness in her tone, y/n's face dropped and was replaced with an expression of pure terror.

"what?! thats a terrible idea!!!" y/n yelled, his masculinity was on the line and it was seriously affecting him mentally. "is it? you havent even tried to have your ass eaten" shoko tch'd, annoyed she was going to have to put her fantasies to the side, "youre seriously crazy if you think im going to let you do that!".

ieiri sighed deeply, "i sucked your dick for free at least let me do this with that precious piece of ass behind you" y/n's face grew red, the simple mention of his more than average sized ass was an insecurity of his of sorts, mostly due to him being teased by many others for it and being the victim of gropings by his friends made him want an ass reduction.

y/n's eyes shifted from side to side, his mind deep into thought. "fine.. but just this once..!" he said, his voice unsteady and filled with embarrassment. shoko giggled, "sounds good to me!" she said giddily. y/n shuffled towards the bed, embarrassment plastered across his entire face as he laid down with his ass up and his head in shoko's pillow.

a pretty sight for ieiri indeed, nothing was going to get inbetween her love for her fwb's ass. she quickly dove into the bed and placed her hands on y/n's ass, spreading the two mounds of meat apart. for a man who didnt like his ass much, his hole was certainly spotless and cleanly shaven. "how pretty" shoko said in a teasing tone, y/n just shoved his head deeper into her pillow and grumbled in response to the girl's tease.

shoko chuckled lightly before shifting her attention back to the hole in front of her. slowly leaning in, her tongue lapped at the entrance, dancing around the rim with such expertise. her tongue slowly punctured the opening, causing y/n to gasp into the pillow hiding his face. shoko's tongue traveled deeper into y/n's hole, his tightness felt so good on her muscle it made herself more wet. ieiri moved her hands off of y/n's ass and trailed to his thighs, making her more able to pull his body towards her.

shoko then started to thrust her tongue in and out of y/n's ass, causing the male to let out soft and broken moans, most likely caused by him wanting to keep his voice down to not alert anyone outside the room. however, shoko didnt care about his noise, all she cared about at that time was opening up y/n's tight hole. she precisely licked every wall she could and shoved her head deeper within the crevice of y/n's ass.

"fuck, how are you so good at this" y/n shakily asked, his cock dripping precum onto shoko's sheets. shoko just hummed, the vibration from the hum traveled from her vocals to her tongue, causing a slight but distinct sensation inside of y/n, like a vibrator on its lowest setting. y/n groaned, pre was increasing in its drip rate and the lewdness from the experience was getting to him.

shoko noticed y/n's faint twitches, and wanting to get more reactions out of him, she guided her hand down towards his begging cock. the sudden warmness from shoko's hand causes y/n to yelp, almost like a girl as most would say. slowly, shoko stroked the aching cock in her hand, causing y/n's groans to increase in volume.

"faster shoko.." he begged, his dignity was already out the window the moment he agreed to this so whats the harm in a little begging? shoko heeded his request and began to speed up her pace, along with the pace her tongue was thrusting at. y/n's groans turned into loud and desperate moans, he was loving the feeling of shoko's face deep in his ass and was falling in love with the sensation of her tongue digging him out.

"keep going shoko! fuck you're making me feel so good" y/n cried out, he felt how slick shoko's hand was getting from all his pre and it was turning him on so hard. ieiri dug deeper inside y/n and increased her stroking pace, leaving y/n breathless and a moaning mess. "there shoko! holy shit im so close" shoko continued to tongue-fuck y/n's hole, the feeling was unreal and all of this was turning her on to the maximum.

y/n's voice hitched as he finally reached his breaking point, cum gushed out of his tip and drool seeped out of his mouth, dripping onto shoko's pillow. "mm, you tasted pretty good" shoko added, swiping off her drool from her lips and chin. y/n just laid there, embarrassed out of his mind and tongue fucked into oblivion.

"oh shokooo! we brought you—" the white haired male's eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him, "holy shit" another called out from behind him. y/n quickly turned his gaze to them, "g-get out!!" he retorted, his pride shattered into a million pieces. the room was filled with silence. "do you have room for one more..?" "two more actually?"

[sthilarions]

Hmm. Thinking about Edwin and Learned Helplessness

To rapidly summarize a complex psychological concept (and skipping over some nuance we’ve discovered recently), Learned Helplessness is basically when an animal internalizes the idea that they have no way to escape/control an unpleasant stimulus or situation, and stops trying to do so.

The classic example is with an electrified floor and two rats. The floor shocks the rats periodically. One of the rats has a way to escape or end the shock: by jumping over a barrier, pushing a lever, etc. The other does not. The rat that has a way to escape will keep trying to do so, even if it doesn’t always work. However, the rat that reliably has no way to avoid the shocks will stop trying. They’ll eventually stop looking for ways to get away and just lie down and let it happen.

And here’s the key part: the rat that gives up will stay given up even if you later present them with a clear way to escape. Once a rat has accepted that there’s no way to avoid the shocks, you can give them a lever, let them jump over a barrier, or just straight up open the cage, and they’ll just keep lying there.

Experiments have shown it’s possible to retrain animals who have acquired learned helplessness to believe they have control, but it requires active work from an external source. Something like physically lifting them out of the cage repeatedly to show them that they can leave and that leaving stops the shocks. If you leave them alone, the rats will keep just sitting there getting shocked right next to an open door forever.

So where does this rather depressing and fairly unethical concept relate to Edwin, you ask

Well - remarkably enough, Edwin doesn’t seem to have fully 100% acquired what one might call generalized learned helplessness. He keeps trying to escape, eventually succeeding after 73 years. But! There are two sources of nuance here

One: he clearly does canonically experience some form of learned helplessness, because that’s exactly what he expresses to Charles when huddled against the wall in Hell. There’s no use trying, I run and it catches me, over and over, you should leave without me because there is no point in me trying to escape. That’s learned helplessness in a nutshell.

How he was able to get past that to escape in 1989, I’m not sure, but it seems to fluctuate for him from moment to moment. (He has it badly in that scene, but the previous scene, when he first sees Charles before getting eaten, he seems to have hope).

Two, and this is less canonical and more me spinning off canon-compliant thoughts, he might have a more specific learned helplessness response going on, as opposed to just a generalized one. Because running, trying to escape, can delay the pain. But fighting? Fighting does nothing but make things worse.

We talk a lot about him freezing, but I’m imagining him, in the first while after Hell, when a threat gets too close, just… going limp. Because he’s had 73 years of continuous torture conditioning him that running may help delay being caught but once he’s caught, there’s nothing he can do. Flailing around just gets him more pain, gets a slower death instead of a quick one. Relaxing his muscles makes it hurt less when they’re torn off his bones. He’s just loosening into the fall, is all.

Charles figures this out pretty quickly. It’s hard to miss your partner just… flopping down on the ground every time he’s about to get injured.

He starts finding ways to accommodate it. First by keeping an eye out and jumping in whenever Edwin goes into Accept Death Mode, but then trying to pre-empt it. Keeping Edwin back, at the edge of the fight, so Edwin never gets close enough to the threat for his learned instincts to kick in, which over time turns into a fixed dynamic of “Charles as brawn”, and over more time Edwin picks up offensive magic so he can stay at the back but still fight.

Charles realizes at some point that Edwin won’t fight for himself but will, occasionally, fight for Charles, and starts trying to leverage that, putting himself in danger to make Edwin start fighting so Edwin will learn he can fight. Edwin puts a very harsh stop to that, once he figures out it’s happening, but it remains true, that Edwin will fight for Charles but not himself. (We see him try to throw a punch at Esther after Esther tosses Charles, in canon, but not, at any Post-Hell point that I can recall, when anyone tries to hurt him.)

Edwin stops collapsing, eventually, after a lot of work from him and Charles, starts just freezing instead, and to other people that freezing would be Bad but it’s a step up, for Edwin. Eventually he starts even being able to still move a bit, and talk - like when he puts a hand over Crystal’s mouth and mutters an explanation to her before freezing, with the Misery Wraith, and… and when he just stands there and keeps talking when the Cat King rocks up to him and puts him in a binding spell. He still doesn’t try to stop the threat, doesn’t fight or even run, once it’s already close, but he doesn’t become completely incapacitated, either.

And that’s about where he’s at, by 2024. Charles is still trying to work on him, but they’re still at a point where Edwin physically can not defend himself from a nearby threat: hence the failed boxing lesson. Charles wants him to be able to physically fight, and he may even want that himself, but he can’t, can only throw a punch to protect Charles. He can’t even properly swing at Charles with boxing gloves, because either Charles isn’t a threat, in which case Edwin doesn’t want to attack him, or he is, in which case Edwin can’t attack him. (There’s no in-between space in his head for “putting force behind a hit without either of you being in danger”.)

Anyway. Yeah. That’s my thought, I guess, is the boys developing their role-division because of Edwin’s learned helplessness, and Charles working with him to both accommodate it and try to decondition it over time, but only able to get so far, even after 35 years, because it was conditioned into him over more than twice that time and a lot more forcefully than Charles can do.

But it’s progress.

[ac1dmeow]

girly i really think we need how jinx would reassure reader in her toughest moments since reader is always there for her in her moments..

headcannons — jinx x fem!reader. men dni.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx’s tactics are unconventional and unusual considering she hasn’t been used to receiving or even giving comfort for a long time. but once she met you, she slowly began to learn how!

(her charm makes her quite the natural though)

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. after the countless times you’ve been there—comforting her and taking care of her during her highs and her lows—jinx naturally formed her own ways of being there for you too.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. i think a part of her might feel a little frantic trying to find different ways to make you stop feeling bad. if you’re feeling particularly insecure for whatever reason, she’ll be quick and witty to uplift you with a vomit of compliments.

“are you kiddin’ babe?! you’re way more talented than that brain dead dud.”

“listen to me and listen closely, ‘kay? you are the most beautiful person i have ever laid my eyes on! even right now i’m trying so hard to keep myself from jumping your bones, y’hear me?!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. that girl is cheering you on like she’s the audience of the whole soccer field whenever you’re stressing out over trying something that you’re not confident about.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. a similar example is when you’re both on a job and you find yourselves surrounded by people from the opposing side. hidden behind a large crate while people fight on the other side, jinx is in your ear hyping you up to make the grand attack; sneak up and ambush from above, then take the enemy out easy peasy.

“c’mon. you can do this. you’re strong, they’re weaklings who don’t stand a chance! look at that guy over there built like a string bean! snap him in half, toots!!!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. when you’re making your move, settling into position on a level above one of the enemies distracted by loading their own weapon, jinx is watching the scene play out with wide eyes and baited breath. the second you do a running start and leap down onto the unfortunate target’s head, jinx is yelling and whistling in approval. jumping around and waving her arms in the air like her favourite sports team just made a winning-goal at the buzzer.

“YEAAAH, THAT’S MY GIRL! EVERYONE LOOK AT THAT, THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!!! SHE’S BETTER THAN YOU!!!”

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx has days where she’ll stay inside the whole 24 hours (shocking?). if what you need is a day like that where you don’t wanna bother doing too much activities or work around the place, she’ll force herself to be hyperactive on other and more quieter things.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. like fiddling with her little inventions and creating blueprints at her workbench. or getting stuff for you that she thinks you may want or just ordering you to stay put and look pretty so she can do everything for you—afterwards sitting down in front of you and staring at you hoping her efforts are satisfactory.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. or even cleaning the place up. organizing things the way she notices you do, and then going the extra mile to try to rearrange furniture, but then putting it back where it was because she realizes there’s no point she lives on a fan.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. jinx is a massive cuddle bug! so she’ll accept the opportunity with a huge smile and open arms if you want to relax with her for a while. she doesn’t really have a preference when being the big or little spoon. but naturally her limbs will gravitate around you because she like to keep you close—it makes her feel secure having you in her arms pressed up snuggly against her, assured that you’re there and that you won’t disappear.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. then those sweet quiet moments where you gaze into each others eyes, soft airy giggles sounding quietly in the little fort in jinx’s hideout while she caresses your face or plays with your hair while complimenting you sweetly. or while just simply talking about anything and everything. conversations can go as deep as the last flower you saw in passing, or the concept of existence and karma. both of your faces are filled with adoration, and you couldn’t appreciate her more.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. you always feel how much jinx cares about you. but you feel her love most profoundly during times like these. you cherish those tender moments the most.

this is an old request so girl if ur still out there… i’m sorry for making u wait babes 😔💔 pls enjoy.

[shockercoco]

Rainbow vs. Leather

Benny Cross x reader

Warnings - some swearing, flirty! and nervous! Benny

Word count - 2397

a/n - request: Hi!! If interested can you please do a Benny Cross x reader who is an unofficial member of the gang?. . .Benny likes her and try’s to give her hints but she thinks that he is just being nice because she had bad luck with guys who only always saw her has a friend and so, he has to be blunt with her one day. And the rest is up to you. Thank you." - read the full request here. i think 2k words is just gonna be my average at this point lol, i hope you enjoy :)

“Do I have to?” You had asked your parents one night at dinner — they had basically turned it into an intervention.

Your parents weren’t a huge fan of you just lounging around the house all the time with nothing to do, although you had no problem with just kicking back and watching a little television. They thought you needed to get out and socialize and make some friends. 

You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, but making friends wasn’t an easy thing for you. You came off as shy at first, but once you got comfortable in your environment you became pretty talkative and outgoing. This was also a problem when having conversations with people because sometimes they thought you didn’t want to talk, or even worse, that you didn’t like them for some reason. 

You wanted to come out of your shell, so when your parents told you that they wanted you to get a job, you were hesitant but you agreed. 

At least they weren’t kicking you out of the house.

What they didn’t know is that you would get a job at the local bar where all the Vandals hung out, the town’s motorcycle club. It was easy for you since Johnny, a close family friend —  leader and owner of the club — practically owned the bar, so when you had asked him for a job, he was completely fine with it.

Your parents thought you would get a job at something like the grocery store or the book store down the street, but since they loved Johnny they were okay with you working at the bar. 

So now here you are, your third week as a bartender and you enjoyed it. For the most part, the guys were pretty respectful and you rarely had any problems — mainly because Johnny basically threatened them into treating you right before you even started. 

There was this instance a couple days ago with a drunk guy, though. He kept getting closer and closer to you, and when it became clear he wasn’t going to leave you alone, Johnny interrupted and kicked the guy out of the bar.

You told Johnny that you had it handled, but he had just dismissed you and said, “No lady should have to deal with that.”

It was pretty obvious that this wasn’t your usual crowd. You enjoyed wearing colorful clothes and jewelry, but you did try and tone it down a little so that you didn’t stick out too much. Thankfully, you had made a couple of friends so you didn’t feel too out of place.

“You should come out riding with us later,” Kathy, a new friend, tells you from the other side of the bar counter.

“On a motorcycle? Are you crazy?” You ask as you lean against the counter. A lot of the guys had already gotten their drinks, and they didn’t want to get too drunk for the ride later, so you didn’t have too much to do.

“What else would I be talking about?” she playfully rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe a car ride?”

“When was the last time you had fun?” She asks you as she taps the ashes off the end of her cigarette.

“Yesterday while watching some game show,” you joke, and Kathy just laughs.

“How are you two doing over here?” Benny walks up with a glass in his hand, taking a seat next to Kathy.

Benny was another one of your new friends, and you enjoyed whenever he was around. Mostly because you liked how he made your heart flutter just by looking at you or giving you that smirk of his. You hate to admit it, but you were a goner the first day you had met him.

He wasn’t your usual type, but who cares. The whole point of this job was to get you to become more open. You highly doubted that the feelings were reciprocated on his end, though.

But little did you know they were. Just like you, Benny had fallen for you as soon as he laid eyes on you. He had just entered the bar and joined a game of pool with some of the other Vandals.

As he was lining up his shot, he heard a laugh that he hadn’t heard before. All the laughs he was used to were from the other Vandals or the raspy laughs from the girls that hung around and smoked.

Your laugh was different — light and airy and sometimes started off as just a giggle and got interrupted with a snort. It was also loud enough to be heard over the regular chatter of the bar, making Benny miss his shot.

The guys had joked and asked if he was distracted, but he just brushed it off and tried to regain his focus.

When he looked up furrowed eyebrows to see who was causing the noise powerful enough to throw him off his game, he noticed you standing there behind the bar. You are laughing at something Johnny had said to you as you poured him a drink.

Benny ended up missing his next two shots, and he surprisingly wasn’t upset when he lost the game.

Benny needed to know who you were, and he made that his mission from then on. He tried to send you signals that he was interested in you, but for some reason you weren’t picking them up. He loved the way you giggled at something he said or how your soft hand accidentally brushed his as you handed him his drink. 

He was trying so hard to be patient, including now as he saw you talking with Kathy with a gentle smile.

“I’m trying to get her to join us later tonight for the night ride,” Kathy answers him.

“And?” Benny asks hopefully, his eyebrows raised as he looks at you with humor written across his face.

“Not happening,” you shake your head.

“Why not?” he continues.

“Because she doesn’t like fun,” Kathy butts in before you can answer.

“Hey, I do like to have fun. It’s just that my version of fun and yours is different,” you defend.

“Have you ever been on a motorcycle?” Benny asks you as he rubs his hand over his chin. When you shake your head in response, he asks, “Do you want to?”

“Not really a huge fan of putting my life on the line like that,” you tell him. Benny chuckles, Kathy joining in. 

“It’s not that dangerous, we don’t always drive fast. Tonight’s just a cruise. Come on,” Benny says.

His intense gaze is almost enough to make you say yes…but no. Being on the back of a motorcycle didn’t seem as safe as being inside a closed up car.

“I’m okay, plus my parents might kill me if I stay out too late,” you say.

“Doesn’t Johnny know your parents? I’m sure they wouldn’t be too mad,” says Kathy.

Benny’s face contorts into surprise at Kathy’s statement. He looks back at you for confirmation, and you give him a silent nod.

“What about me?” Johnny questions as he hears his name being mentioned. He gives you a smile as he hands you his glass to refill.

Good, hopefully he can help you get out of this.

“We’re trying to convince her to come out with us, but she’s too afraid,” Kathy explains. You let out a scoff.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Johnny agrees, taking a sip from his glass.

What?

Your eyes widen as your lips slightly parted in disbelief.

Johnny shakes his head in amusement at your expression. “I promise it’s not that bad, you’ll be safe with us. If you get in any trouble with your parents, I’ll talk to them myself.”

You look at the three pairs of eyes staring back at you, waiting for your answer — Kathy with her eyebrows raised, Benny with a daring look behind his eyes, and Johnny with a smirk.

“Fine,” you surrender, throwing your hands in the air as the group in front of you lets out a small cheer. 

As the night at the bar comes to an end, the bikers take that last sip from their glass and throw on their colors, before filing out the door and heading toward their bikes. Hoots and hollers fill the air as everyone begins to hype each other up. 

“You can ride with me,” you hear Benny tell you as he walks past you and toward his own motorcycle. He doesn’t look back at you as he starts up the bike and waits as everyone else does the same.

Get on a bike. With Benny.

You spot Kathy on a bike with Cal. When she sees you looking, she nods her head towards Benny and smiles. You inhale a deep breath to give yourself before heading towards Benny, who offers you his hand as you climb on behind him.

“Well I’ll be damned, is Rainbow finally coming?” Brucie laughs when he sees you. He gave you the nickname when he saw you on your first day dressed in pastel colors and joked about how bright your clothes were. The name has stuck with you ever since, unfortunately.

“Hell yeah,” Cockroach shouts, along with a few others.

You roll your eyes and try to hide the smile forming across your lips. Benny instructs you to wrap your arms around his torso, which you do with uncertainty. You’re not sure how high or low you should have your hands and how tight to hold onto him. 

This feels oddly intimate. 

He smells like cigarettes — which would normally be a huge turn off if it was someone else — along with sweat from the multiple rounds of pool he played throughout the night, and his natural musk. 

Benny must’ve noticed your nervousness because he grabs your hands and places them on his abdomen, allowing you to feel the muscles beneath his shirt. He gives your hands a small pat as if to keep them in place before following the rest of the Vandals as they pull out onto the street.

You’re not sure exactly what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. The way the wind whips around and through, taking your breath away in such an addicting way. The way the motorcycle vibrates your whole body, only intensifying your experience. You’re not sure how fast Benny’s going, but you couldn’t care less.

You hate to admit it, but the ride is over too quickly for your liking. As Benny separates from everyone else and pulls up in front of your house, you realize the smile currently on your face hasn’t left since the ride started.

Benny comes to a slow stop before cutting the engine and helping you off the bike and onto the sidewalk. Your body is still buzzing from the vibration of the bike, but you enjoy the feeling.

There’s a silence between the two of you as he watches you  for a moment, looking you up and down.

“What?” You laugh nervously as you shift under his gaze. You wrap your arms around your body, not just to shield yourself from the window, but from him.

Benny smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing. I take it you enjoyed the ride.”

“I did actually,” you nod.

“So you wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again sometime?” he asks.

“I guess not,” you say.

“With me,” he adds, more as a statement than a question.

You blink. “What?”

“You know what. I’m asking you to come riding with me,” he says casually.

You want to say something, but honestly you're at a loss for words.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he smirks.

“And why would I do that?” you question.

“Because I want you to,” he shrugs his shoulders as he looks out into the distance. Benny takes a breath and hesitates for a second before looking back at you. It’s now or never. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get your attention?”

“My attention?” you ask, but you think you know where he’s headed with this.

“Yes, your attention. I’ve been flirting with you pretty much everyday since you started working at the bar, and you don’t seem to notice. I mean, some of the other guys have picked up on the fact that I like you.”

“I thought you were just being nice,” you tell him, your forehead creasing.

“Nice?” Benny scoffs with a laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that.” 

“I don’t know, I just-I thought you were being nice since I’m always hanging around Kathy!”

“Even Kathy has noticed!” he throws a hand up.

“Lower your voice!” you hush him. It’s after midnight, and you don’t want everyone on the street to start looking out of their windows.

You really don’t know what to say now, though. Like, what the hell have you been doing all this time?

Well, to be fair, people don’t usually flirt with you.

“So….”

“So….” Benny drags out. “Will you put me out of my misery and go on a date with me? It doesn’t have to be anything special, unless you want it to. We can just go for a ride or I could take you out to eat. Anything you want,” Benny looks at you with hope written all over his face. 

A grin slowly made its way across your face as you took in Benny. Is he nervous?

“I mean, I can’t really say no because we see each other all the time at the bar anyways,” you joke, causing Benny to let out a chuckle.

“Is that a yes then?” he asks.

“Yes,” you confirm. Benny nods, satisfied with your answer.

“I guess I should probably go — you’re cold, and I’m pretty sure your mother has been looking out the window this whole time,” Benny smirks.

Your mouth drops as you whip your head around just in time to see someone move away from the window on the second floor. There’s no doubt you’ll be flooded with a ton of questions later.

You turn back around when you hear Benny’s engine start back up.

“I’ll see you soon, Rainbow,” Benny shoots you a win, stealing the nickname Brucie had given you.  

“That’s not my name!” you shout after him, and he just gives you a quick glance back before continuing down the road.

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LEATHER COATS AND PIZZA

Never a dull moment when you hang out with Dabi and the rest of your friends

No quirks au, pining, LOV as high schoolers

part 2

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“Move up.”

You shuffle to the left as Dabi plops down next to you. You’re currently all shoved onto Shigarakis couch, half watching the movie on his Tv and half chattering about whatever. You’re squeezed between Dabi, whose eyes are looking at the TV but not really watching, and Toga, who’s flicking through a Teen Girl magazine, absentmindedly filling out the questionnaires on the back. Shigaraki is sprawled on a loveseat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he plays some game on his switch. Twice is leaning on the arm of the chair next to him and giving very unnecessary tips that Shigaraki does not need. Spinner is lying down on the floor. You think he’s exhausted after his football training, but he’s usually sleeping any time you guys hang out, so you’re not too concerned.

You don’t really look like you fit in with this friendship group. They’re weird enough as is. Spinner has this weird obsession with amphibians and bright clothes. Shigraki always has gloves on because of his bad eczema and he’s always scowling, and Toga’s cute aesthetic completely opposes her love of all things gore and violence that she’ll tell to anyone who’ll listen. And Dabi, whose face was more metal than skin from all the piercings he has. That, and the mystery that surrounds the burn scars that litter his skin.

All in all, it was a pretty rag tag group. You were glaringly normal compared to them. No weird habits or affinities, but none of you cared. You can’t even remember how you joined their group but you know you don’t regret it. Some of their activities weren’t exactly your forte. You do walk away whenever they decide that spending money on stuff is too much effort, or when they’d rather stay in an abandoned parking lot half the night then get in bed for school. But despite all of that, you always meet them halfway. Shigaraki’s parents are never really home and so you always find yourselves lounging around his house every other day. You watch movies, order pizzas, finish your homework. Whatever you feel up for.

Today, your eyes are trying their hardest not to flit to your right. Dabi is so close to you right now. His thigh is pressed into yours and it’s so warm. You’ve learnt that that is always the case. You remember one night after a party he’d walked you home. Even through the layers of your coat and dress, your arm gripping his had heated you up against the cold autumn air.

You adjust your position and he glances at you, but he doesn’t move. If anything he gets closer, bringing his arm up behind the couch to rest behind your head.

“Guys, would you say I like my men edgy but fun, or preppy but unique?” Toga hums, biting the end of her pencil.

“Don’t care.” Shigaraki mumbles.

“Rude. I think edgy but fun.” You say.

Twice frowns, shaking his head. “No, don’t you remember that Deku guy you liked? He was definitely preppy but unique.”

“No, he was more like. I don’t know. A nice guy.” Spinner ponders from the floor.

“He was a pussy.”

“Dabi, don’t be mean, he was nice!” Toga whines.

Dabi just rolls his eyes and you giggle. You lean forward to read the page she’s on. Apparently, Toga is about to find the ‘guys she’s totally in tune with’. You point to one of the teenage boys imprinted on the page, all fake smiles and box dye hair.

“He looks like he could be totally in tune with you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

Dabi leans forward over you to get a better look. You can smell that woodsy and smokey smell that always follows him.

“He’s too emo.”

“You’re one to talk.” Toga mutters, and Dabi smacks the back of her head.

Toga sighs and abandons the page and keeps flicking through the magazine. You yawn. It’s only seven pm but you’re tired. You’d stayed up all last night with Dabi on the phone. It was sort of a tradition the two of you had. You’d watch a movie together, the two of you counting down to sync up your Netflix on whatever movie you were watching. Somehow, you’d stayed up talking all last night. It wasn’t unusual for that to happen but after a long day at school it’s all adding up. You lean your head against the back of the couch on Dabi’s arm.

“The movie not catching your fancy?” He asks.

You smile slightly. It’s something stupid and full of violence, the kind of stuff both of you hate. “No. It’s awful.”

“Of course it is, Shiggy picked it.” Dabi rolls his eyes.

You go to grab the remote and Dabi does too. Your fingers touch, only for a second, but the heat blooms in your hands. You both apologise, clumsily, but Dabi picks it up regardless and starts flipping through channels.

“Hey, they have a truth or dare page! Let’s play!”

It’s a testament to how bored you all are that that catches your attention. Toga slides down on the floor and spinner and twice join her. Shigraki looks unbothered but he still turns his switch off and sits up. You and Dabi stay on the couch. Funnily enough, despite the extra room, the two of you don’t move, legs still pressed up against each other.

“Truth or dare? A bit childish, no?” You whisper quietly enough that nobody but Dabi can hear you.

“What, you scared?”

“Shut up. I’m scared of nothing.” You flex your arms and Dabi smirks.

“It’s been ages since I’ve played. Isn’t there meant to be a forfeit if you don’t do the truth or dare?”

Dabi nods. “Yeah, usually.”

“What’s ours?”

“You have to kiss me.”

You turn your head away so he doesn’t seen the flush on your cheeks. Flirting is nothing you’re not used to with Dabi. Any woman he speaks to is unfortunately a victim of it. Despite his whole punk ‘don’t talk to me’ look, Dabi is undeniably attractive. There’s something so obvious about it. Like if you look at him for just a second more than you’d think to, it would all jump at you; his soft hair, the bright blue eyes, and that boyish grin. So you’re not really fussed by all his flirting. You’ve been there, done that. It’s Dabi at the end of the day. Nothing means anything with him.

“You wish.” You push him away as he pouts his lips at you.

Toga claps her hands. “Okay! Who’s going first?”

“Me!” Twice springs up from his seat, excited. “I pick dare.”

“Daring choice! Okay, so. Go onto instagram and like every highlight of the first person that you see.”

Twice was not happy about that, considering the girl that popped up on his page was apparently ‘someone he was interested in’. But his mood lights up quickly once Toga passes him the magazine so he can ask a question.

And you carry on like that, getting through the group. Shigaraki reluctantly plays a ‘Kiss, marry, kill’ with some of the less attractive teachers at UA, Spinner eats a spoonful of sriracha.

“Dabi. Your, fuck, it’s your turn.” Spinner fans his face while Toga giggles at him.

���Truth.”

Dabi waves off the boos from the rest of your group. Spinner hushes them and reads the first truth on the page. “If you had to marry one person in this room, who would it be?”

“Y/N.”

He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest. Your name slips off his tongue like he didn’t even mean it to. His face looks surprised for a split second before he glances around the room.

“Uh, okay. Your turn to ask a question.” Spinner hands him the magazine.

You’re still slightly dumbfounded. So is Toga, because she is narrowing her eyes at Dabi very suspiciously. He notices her out of the corner of his eye and raises a brow.

“What?”

She says your name questioningly. You look down at your lap because the loose thread on your jeans is suddenly very interesting.

“Do I need to explain myself or something?”

Toga sighs, propping her knees up and leaning her head on them. “No, you’re okay. It’s your turn.” She leans her head up and it thumps against your leg. You run your fingers through her bangs and she smiles.

“Truth or dare?”

“Hm. Dare.”

Dabi grins. “Daring choice.” Toga sticks her tongue out at the horrible impression of her voice. “Wait, which one do I pick?” His eyes flit over the page of options.

“Uh, we’ve just been going down the list. I think we’re on number four?” Twice says.

Dabi nods. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he stops. Clears his throat, and tries again.

“Kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

You groan as the others start cheering.

“Finally, this is getting interesting.” Shigaraki laughs.

“Don’t get too excited, she’s not kissing you, Shiggy.” Dabi scoffs.

“Fuck off.”

You huff. “Why do I get the creepy one?”

“Hey, I’d gladly kiss someone than eat what I had to.” Spinner grumbles, still nursing a bottle of water.

“Okay. Okay I’ll do it.”

They’re all looking at you expectantly. You know who it’s going to be. Of course it’s going to be Dabi. You’re sure they all know it too, because the others are just looking at the two of you on the couch, giving no other signs of being ready for a kiss. You swallow once. Turn to your side and he’s already looking at you so intensely. The corner of his mouth lifts up slightly.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Aw, don’t act like you don’t love this, baby.”

You decide that instead of telling him to shut up you’ll do it instead. You grab the scratchy materia of his stupid band tee he always insists on wearing. It almost hurts when your mouths meet, and his hand immediately cups your cheek, warm palm almost covering your whole face. You’re sure the kiss isn’t meant to last this long, but you feel his teeth bite your bottom lip and you have to push away before you start moaning in front of your friends.

You break apart, breathless. Dabi’s lips are red and look freshly kissed and you guess you must look the same. You feel your face heat and you turn to look at the others who are all looking with different degrees of shock and smugness (the last one being Toga).

“Right.” You grab the magazine from his hands. “It’s Toga’s turn?”

The rest of the night goes by quite quickly. You all soon grow bored of truth or dare, which doesn’t get any more exciting after your kiss. Which you can’t seem to stop thinking about. You and Dabi immediately fall back into normalcy but something niggles in the back of your mind. It was just a kiss, but. Does Dabi kiss everyone like that? It must explain why he gets around so much. If a man kissed you like that you can only imagine how he can do everything else to you.

But you try to ignore that. Focus on the fact you’re braiding Toga’s hair or maybe listen to the story Twice is telling you about someone at his work. Someone orders a pizza and you bug Dabi until he passes you a slice. He gets the cheesiest one in the box, like he knows you love, and you grin your thanks.

The night ends swiftly after that. You all help Shigaraki clean because that’s the only condition he sets if you all use his house as a hangout spot. Toga catches a lift with Twice and Spinner leaves on his bike. Which just leaves you and Dabi. You stand on Shigaraki’s driveway, your foot kicking a rock on the floor.

“You walked here?” Dabi asks, shrugging his coat on.

“Yeah. Regretting it now.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“Thanks.”

He just makes a noise, gesturing for you to start walking. The night air is cool. You wish you’d worn something warmer. You can’t complain though. You love autumn. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, streetlights illuminating the path. The sun is just about set, and the sky is orange, pink, purple.

It's moments like these that you’ll know you’ll remember forever. It’s weird. You remember random things like an old lady you saw on the bus home one day, the slice of red velvet cake you’d bought at some random cafe. Little, irrelevant things that you can’t help but store. But moments like these, where the setting sun catches on Dabi’s skin, and your hands brush close to each other that they almost touch, you don’t think you could ever forget.

“You going to Hawks’s party next week?” He asks suddenly.

“Uh. I guess so.” You say.

Dabi quirks a brow. “Don’t sound too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s just.” A breeze blows over and you rub your arms. Curse short-sleeved shirts. “His parties get too crazy for me. But I haven’t seen him in ages so I’ll probably go. I miss him.”

“Mhm.” He says, suddenly standoffish.

“Are you going?”

“I guess. I just miss Hawks ever so much.” He raises his voice so it’s all high pitched. You glare at him.

“I do not sound like that, you weirdo. And I do miss him. He’s so busy now that he started playing on the school team.” You shiver slightly.

Suddenly, you feel something warm envelop you. Dabi places his jacket across your shoulders. The warm leather immediately warms you.

“Aw. You’re such a cutie.” You grin, slipping your arms into the sleeves.

“Fuck off. I’ll take it back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He doesn’t respond to that so you know you’re right. The sleeves fall over your hands and you flap them in the air. You always forget how much bigger Dabi is than you. Even now, he’s almost two heads taller, even with his horrible posture.

“You look stupid with that on.” He says.

“I’m warm, though. Sacrifices have to be made.”

Soon enough you reach your door. He watches as you fumble for your house key before brandishing them out your bag. You go to take the jacket off and he waves you away.

“S’fine, just give it to me tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure. It’s kinda cold out.”

“I’ll be alright.”

You both stand there then. Just looking at each other. Part of you thinks that maybe you should bring up the kiss. Is it worth bringing up? Did it even mean anything? You decide against it, only because that soft look on his face is so rare that you don’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“Thanks for walking me home, Dabi.”

“Touya.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Who?”

He smiles slightly. “It’s my name.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“You can- You don’t have to call me Dabi. You can- if you want. I don’t really care.”

You think he does care. Very evident by his stammering, something you don’t think you’ve ever seen him do. It’s cute. You don’t look into why he’s given you this privilege. You’ve heard Shigaraki and maybe Toga call him Touya before, but some part of you always knew it was a line you shouldn’t cross. Not anymore, though.

“No, I want to. Touya.”

He breathes heavily. He’s looking at you the way he was before he kissed you on that couch. Your eyes dart to his lips, and you know he saw, because he does the exact same.

“I- I should go. Goodnight, Touya.”

He nods. “Night.”

You lock the door behind you, hang up your keys. You’re not ready to ruin your friendship because of a look. A truth or dare kiss that probably means nothing.

The leather of his coat feels sticky on your skin as you walk yourself to bed.

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God I’m such a sucker for dabi in everyday normal setting…… teenager Dabi…..

Part two is posted !

[beomglocks]

☆.｡.:* pairing: asshole ceo!hyuka x assistant!reader

☆.｡.:* warnings & other : enemies to less hated enemies/lovers, kai is an asshole, very mean, reader is nonchalant, sub!reader, softdom!kai but like meandom aura idk how to explain it, reader lowkey likes kai but like hell no that's ur boss!, unless..., idk if i will ever expand on this concept but fhwuwe i just love the thought of mean CEO kai, im back just for this ig

☆.｡.:* wc : …

you hum to yourself quietly, picking up a white collared shirt that you believe best fits the vibe of the upcoming business meeting.

"what do you think of this one?" you ask calmly. you watch silently as your boss glances up briefly from his phone to look at the attire you've chosen. he cranes his neck back and forth before groaning dramatically.

"i hate it."

you stare at him with a neutral expression on your face as he goes back to gluing his eyes to his phone as if whatever he was doing on there was more important than the task at hand. "that's the fifth one today sir," you speak up.

there's not a hint of mockery in your tone whatsoever. you're just doing your job after all. was it easy? hell no. however, you weren't about to let this stuck up brat get you out of line.

you were used to kai's constant demands. as his secretary and right hand women it's only normal for you to be able to deal with whatever bullshit was thrown your way. you were tougher than he gave you credit for and he had never acknowledged it but you were the only one who had stuck around.

the thing was, kai was used to getting everything he wanted but that all halted once you became his assistant.

normally he could get anything and anyone no matter what. the latest car or prettiest girl to play around with, you name it. he had a habit of fucking around with his assistants until you showed up. the moment you stepped into his office for the interview you were already on his hit list. thankfully you had a friend who worked here already so you knew of his advances towards the woman he worked with.

"its a good thing you're pretty, we'll look good standing next to each other," he had quipped once you sat down. you had held a straight face and answered plainly, not giving in to his advances.

"with all due respect sir, im here to work, not be a trophy on a wall to you." you still remember the way scoffed at you. as if to say, "we'll see". you can tell he didn't like that one bit.

sure, he had hired you despite the rudeness you gave him on the first encounter, why wouldn't he? your resume was impressive. long list of amazing companies he rivaled with in the past and you were smart. sure, he cared about all that in the grand scheme of things but he mainly hired you because you were his type. however, he kept you on a tight leash. metaphorically but he wouldn't be opposed if it were literal. he knew you weren't the type to condone his flirtatious advances and he hated that so he made your life a living hell in return.

no longer was he the boss who occasionally flirted with you and held the door open whenever you were running late. no. he had turned into somewhat of a tyrant, throwing fits over you not liking him in that way and penalizing you for even being just a second late. everyone in the office knew it was never a good day for you if you had to physically be around him.

he sighs, throwing his phone haphazardly on his bed. he rubs his face with his hands as if he's trying to cool himself off from exploding at you. you put the shirt down on the chair closest to the walk in closet, preparing for whatever he has to say to you.

"y/n-" he pauses to look up at you. his blonde hair is strewn all over the place and he has a bored expression. his eyes are narrowed and the way he's looking at you should make you feel small but it doesn't work. at least not outwardly. you'd be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn't make you throb a bit. but you couldn't and wouldn't ever let him win. you didn't care if he was nice or mean to you.

right now though, he's clearly masking the irritation in his eyes with a neutral face.

"i give you the keys to my very expensive, very lavish house not so you can chastise me about my fashion choices and my likes and dislikes but so that you can do your goddamn job and choose the best option for me."

"if i knew what i wanted to fucking wear i wouldn't have hired you in the first place don't you think?" he finishes. you raise your eyes row when he curses at you but remain silent.

he must've really been in a bad mood to curse at you because you don't think he's ever done that. he was mean but never to the point of swearing at you. that's how you knew today he wasn't having it.

he walks up to your still figure at the front of the closet. you're significantly shorter than him which he uses as a way to assert his dominance. he holds your jaw and inspects your face. he hates that you have such an indifferent expression on your face, you swear you see his eye twitch a bit.

"i hate that stupid look on your face," he mutters. "i curse at you and you don't even flinch, i flirt with you and you turn me down.. what do i do to break you?" he asks more to himself than you.

he holds that position for a while, waiting for anything, any sign that will help him out in this situation. you purse your lips because you know exactly what he's waiting for.

an invitation.

"im just here to do my job kai. i don't want to fool around with you." you say. "no matter how you are," you say to yourself. you hope your voice isn't faltering because kai has always respected your personal space but now he's all in your face. "are you serious? you're telling me you haven't thought of me fucking the mess out of you not even once. i mean.." he glances at his king bed for a second. "we're in my room right now, don't be so crass, its offensive.." he smiles a bit at his own intentions.

you hold your stare to the best of your abilities although the wetness that's pooling in your underwear is telling you to just give in. sure, he's your boss, your hot boss who has mentioned time and time again how badly he craves you, so what harm is it?

before you almost let your pussy do the thinking, suddenly you remember the fact that he only wants you just to say he broke you. it was almost like a game to him and you were the prize. you definitely weren't gonna let him win.

you clear your throat, trying to pull away from his grasp. "your meeting will be soon can we please get you dressed?" you say it with so much monotonous that it causes kai to blow another short fuse.

with a light shove he removes his hands from your jaw and sighs heavily. "the day i fuck the indifference out of you will be the day this whole building hears my name," he says to himself as if already imagining how it'll go down. "but it's ok, i suppose i can keep playing this game."

he turns around to look at you still standing stupidly near the closet.

"although im not sure how much longer im willing to play."

[seat-safety-switch]

So much of our day is spent on time-wasting activities. You know it, and I know it. If I could have back all the time that I have used up, trying to find the tool that I just had in my hand, I would probably be able to have finished another couple of crappy cars by now. There's a whole cottage industry of variously-good-willed folks trying to tell you how to get this time back, but not a single one of them has a solution for the biggest waste of time of all: sitting in traffic.

That's right, traffic. We all hate it. Even fancy-dan city folks with functioning public transit still have to wait behind some dipshit clogging the escalator, or for the next train. It seems like we're always trying to get somewhere at the same time as everyone else, even if we've opted out of the rat race through a series of elaborate financial scams whose profits are funnelled through a Cayman Islands corporation.

I've tried a lot of solutions. Buying a four-by-four truck and just driving over curbs and through red lights when they oppose me. Buying a used firetruck, and cranking up the siren when I am getting bored of being in gridlock. Buying a little kei truck from Japan and sneaking into the gaps between lanes like Bangkok pizza deliveryfolx. Hell, I've probably even tried other ideas that don't involve a truck at all; that's how desperate things are getting around here.

For now, though, I'm learning to live with it. I realized, when I saw everyone else waiting at the stop light on their smartphones, that I could be using this time more productively. Don't take me for one of those one-eyed-touch-rectangle-fondlers, though. What I do is much simpler. My '79 Monte Carlo has a real big backseat, easily big enough for a baby bathtub or two. I pulled that seat right out, welded in a couple chunks of rebar, and I now have an engine stand ready whenever I want it. Will this light ever turn green? Don't care, because I can simply turn around in my bench seat and spend the time adjusting valves on this super-high-mileage propane Slant Six that I pulled out of the junkyard.

My cars have never been in better shape, and there's a bonus, too. Although it seriously irritates law enforcement to admit it, I am technically still "operating an automobile with my full attention" and cannot be considered to be driving distracted. Now if only I could stop dropping the inch-pound torque wrench when I'm merging onto the highway. This must be why all those fancy Japanese bullet trains have glass in their windows.

[asaedw]

I wrote this essay a year ago and...

WHY ITOSHI SAE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND MATERIAL EVER.

Because of the large number of people in this world, there are many different perspectives and many opinions. Everyone has varying taste in men and everyone has a different point of view about what’s right and what’s wrong in a man. Lots of people want a man who can flirt, or has popularity and attention. Lots of girls want really tall men. But they would, unfortunately for their misfortune of a taste, be wrong. There is no other answer but ‘Sae Itoshi.’ In general, telling someone that their opinion is ‘wrong’ or ‘incorrect’ would be an uneducated way of dismissing someone’s point. But, when it comes to the topic of the best man alive, there is only one answer. That’s because this answer isn’t based on opinion but facts and logic. Anyone who opposes would be considered ‘illiterate’ by mentally sane people and emotionally stable people. The reasons why ‘Sae Itoshi’ is the best boyfriend to ever exist in the past, present and future are discussed in the following paragraphs.

First and foremost, there is no reason for an educated person to not acknowledge Sae’s talent. He is an incredibly skilled football/soccer player. He can put his whole heart into playing the game or not put his heart in at all, and he’d still win against eleven people alone. There is no doubt that his talent is the first thing that comes to mind when the name ‘Sae’ is spoken of. He has made history by being the greatest striker in Japan, referred to as ‘Japans prodigy’. There is no mistake in this title but the understatement. A more fitting nickname would be ‘Japans only hope’. Anyone who thinks any less of Sae Itoshi’s skill has never touched a book in their life.

But that’s not all that Sae has in store. There is a very important factor of Sae Itoshi that we mustn’t miss. That is his dedication skills. Sae is the type of man to not find himself interested in too many things. He’s not the type to have many hobbies. But when he does find himself passionate about something, he would dedicate his life to it. Imagine being loved by this guy! He would do any to everything for a person or thing he truly loves. That fact has been nothing but proven throughout Sae Itoshi’s public life on the Soccer field. Sae Itoshi tells it like it is, a brutally honest and blunt man. He does not appreciate a lie, and he wouldn’t lie over his dead body. Nor does he feel the need to pretend like he’s enjoying something he isn’t. In other words, an honest and straightforward character. This has been seen through his interviews where he would get up and leave whenever he wanted. It doesn’t matter to him if people will criticize him for being uncomfortable or so on, and leaving the interview.

Lots of people believe his behavior to be ‘rude’ or ‘arrogant’. Some even refer to him has ‘narcissistic’. The people throwing such terms at him do not realize what stoicism is. Sae is a man driven naturally to his own goals and ambitions. A man who is always trying to improve aspects of his personality and physique. To him, socializing and idle chit-chat is a waste of time and to him, time is something precious. Hence, his exit mid-convos. He has always been a hard-working man and that has only become a sharper trait of his personality as he grew. His god-like demeanor and his confidence makes him seem narcissistic. Although the term isn’t completely not-defining of him, it must be understood that this word is a term from a mental illness and diagnoses shouldn’t be thrown around. Not to mention that Sae is the type of man form whom being narcissistic is excusable. This is because of his many personality traits that make him more appreciateable than the average human of his age or older.

Now let’s talk about what the eye sees. What do you see when you look at Sae? If you said someone ‘unattractive’ even by the slightest, then you need glasses. Not just any, but make sure your glass is two to four times sharper then you need it to be. A young man with a jaw that cuts glass and eyes that pierce souls. A mysterious and reserved individual who has the charm of a prince and a god.  Usually, you would need to flirt with women or wink to catch their hearts. But this guy? He doesn’t need to do that. In fact, gathering women doesn’t even make it to his priority list. And yet, there are so many edits of him on the internet in which the comments are all like, ‘till my insides are out.’ Or, ’we ain’t stopping.’ Etc. In other words, he is a beautiful guy with aventurine marbles as eyeballs and knives as his eyes, sharp and sexy. And no, the haircut or bangs is not a valid reason to find him unattractive.

Have you heard this guy’s voice? If not, then I recommend that you get prepared and watch a video of him speaking. That deep and husky, growly and raspy voice of his. His voice could put my anxieties to rest but the same voice could drive one insane. His voice is the perfect real-voice of how book characters voices are described. Have you heard him speaking Spanish? I felt something dripping down my leg. And if you didn't, you are a liar.

Let’s talk about his success too while we’re at it. I mean, he’s nineteen(in 2025). But he’s already more successful than many people older than him. According to a fact, he currently owns two accounts. One account holds the Japanese Yen. Around a hundred million, which he has referred to as ‘a small amount of money’. In his dollar account, he owns up to almost a million dollars.

Let’s discuss his collectivity and stress management. In a relationship, dealing with situations and arguments in a calm manner is much more suited. Sae Itoshi has never been known to lose his temper and even if he were to so, he would let out his anger by doing one of his favorite things. He isn’t aggressive or abusive despite his cold nature. He seems to deal with every matter at hand with logic and pure conversation rather than anger or grudges. Or... just by not dealing with it at all. And that is something more important that you think. His morning routine consists of: opening the window to let in fresh air, taking a deep breath, morning yoga, meditation, drinking salted kombucha, and starting his day. That’s why he’s such a physically fit and mentally strong guy. (according to fact, duh.)

His passion and determination, his good looks and success, his drive for work and strengths, his mental and physical stability all combined into one man makes him the single (I hope to God) most perfect man to exist for a lady. I know many people still think he’s cold or to-be-avoided, but they are people who are forgetting that Sae is a gentle and nice guy when he loves someone. And they are also snowflakes. If he’s rude to you, you’re doing something stupid or wrong. He cannot be wrong or ‘misjudging’. And anyone who thinks he can are people who have never been treated nicely. It’s more than obvious that he’s a nice and respectful man with a girl he would love. You just need to be loveable in his eyes. Therefore, I conclude this essay. Kiss my ass if you disagree.

[namgyunation]

rewatching s2 for writing reasons and seeing all of thanos and nam-gyu's interactions again, and omggg i love how much of a loser nam-gyu is lmao.

i'm personally a tragic one-sided thangyu and/or platonic thangyu truther because it's just so much more pathetic and interesting to me to view nam-gyu's loser, kiss-ass behavior towards thanos to be out of desperation to just have a fucking friend and to be considered even the slightest bit as cool / confident as thanos just by being associated with him.

jaewon said that nam-gyu's full of anger and resentment due to being completely disrespected by people his entire life. all he wants is to be loved and recognized, for people to respect him.

he wants it so bad but can never seem to convince people to view him that way. his insecurities and fear always show through, and to me he always comes off as so awkward instead of confident and strong. so when it comes to thanos, bro latched on to him right away. he thinks thanos is cool and craves his attention and validation in what i view as a 'fanboy' kind of parasocial type of way, as he clearly idolized thanos even before the games and rushed to be in a photo with him, despite trying to play it cool at first.

it made him feel good to bond with thanos and have the shared connection of being scammed by mg coin. being close to him and earning thanos's favor made him feel validated, and he had the desire to be seen as an equal to him and better than their other teammates.

nam-gyu is sooo mean to min-su because he seems him as weak, something that he desperately doesn't want to be associated with, and it just makes him an easy target for nam-gyu to feel stronger and better about himself whenever he pushes him around. he's mean as fuck to se-mi because she provoked him. she saw right through how insecure he was when she called out how he took thanos's pill and then tried to lecture the rest of the team, as if he wasn't clearly just as scared as the rest of them. she wasn't afraid to verbalize it, and it pissed nam-gyu off to be reminded of how he comes off to other people. he doesn't hesitate to be an asshole to people.

and yet, thanos repeatedly disrespects the fuck out of nam-gyu: brushing off his ideas, cutting him off, putting him down, and even going so far as to embarrass him in front of the whole team with the noona thing as soon as he tries to assert himself over min-su. jaewon has stated repeatedly that thanos didn't respect nam-gyu and looked down on him a lot.

despite thanos's behavior and the fact that nam-gyu clearly hates people looking down on him and reminding him of his own insecurities, he never directly speaks out against thanos, not even once, despite how clearly uncomfortable it makes him and how quick he is to speak out against other people (se-mi and min-su for example. min-su, especially).

i personally like to interpret it as him being so horribly desperate for a connection, a friendship, even if the foundation of said friendship is mostly built on them being on drugs together / wanting to get back at mg coin. so desperate that he'll let thanos step on him and put him down even though he so clearly hates it and is made uncomfortable by it. because thanos is "cool". because nam-gyu would rather take shit from him over and over than be alone, because at least when he's with thanos, he gets a crumb of validation every now and then, like when he repeatedly picks him in mingle. this is just how i prefer to view them as opposed to 'nam-gyu was desperately in love with thanos and pushed everyone else around bc he was jealous and wanted to kiss on him all by himself'

likeee give me pathetic, loser nam-gyu that clearly has a history of being disrespected his whole life that's turned him into a bitter, hateful person, and yet, when even the slightest possibility of something as simple as a friendship, a genuine connection and mutual respect, recognition from someone he deems as 'cool' is dangled in front of him, he's desperate enough to just let thanos step all over him.

thanos is strong, confident, capable of commanding a room, and not afraid to say what he wants. nam-gyu feels inferior to thanos, and thanos leans into it, but even then nam-gyu is still willing to take the blatant disrespect and let himself be pushed around in exchange for anything ambiguously shaped like a friendship.

[amourtoken]

#Also Macklin? Hmm??

oh i was not aware that mr. rosy cheeks was on the amourtoken menu ????? he’s so sweetie pie……..i feel like he’s kinda nervous about intimacy and sex so he’d start out letting you take control but eventually when he’s more comfortable with you + sex in general, he’d start dropping hints that he wants to take control……..but he’s still kinda nervy when it comes to trying new things so he wouldn’t feel right just role switching immediately………leading to you domming him by teaching him how to dom you. he just loves making you feel good and being more dominant is just a different way of doing that for him

Macklin is DEFINITELY on the menu I love him he's a cutie 🥹

Switch on switch relationships make me WEAK cause honestly he's just happy to be there, happy to please you one way or another even if he's not quite sure how. He wants absolutely nothing more than to know you, though. Upside down, inside out, forwards, backwards, better than himself so that he can give you beyond what you need or ask of him. You've got no problem helping him out on his journey of course, you've got a little more experience and in this case learning couldn't be more fun.

His curiosity has grown for weeks on weeks at this point. Sex with you is never bad or boring but he's definitely starting to wonder. He wants to see you as broken as you've made him before, he wants his hands around your throat while he pushes your knees up to your chest and fucks you to tears, he wants to make you cum until your legs shake so bad he'd have to carry you around your apartment. He'd love to have you on your knees for him like he's happily been for you time and time again, you always tell him he looks so pretty looking up at you but he's sure you'd be so much prettier in that position.

Macklin starts really studying you in a way whenever you fuck, trying to pick up little motions and movements that he can turn on you in the future and use when he's the one in control. Things tend to get fuzzy towards the end, he can't tell if it's the comforting fog of subspace filling his brain or the amount of times you've drug him to the edge and left him there over and over thats making it so hard to focus. Can't take any mental notes if you can't even manage to say a single unbroken sentence out loud. It's okay, he's got plenty of time to figure things out.

I think he'd start throwing in little dom aspects in a bratty way for SURE. challenging authority and being a little rougher around the edges as opposed to his unquestionable loyalty to every letter of every word you'd say in previous situations. His teeth graze your skin just a little harder, his hands squeeze at your hips tighter, it takes a few repetitions of a request to get him to do anything that isn't revolving around pleasing you. It comes to a peak when he initiates it all himself one day and damn near drags you across your apartment to your bedroom to show you just how much he's learned.

[susiekern]

12. the one with the getaway car

a/n: I woke up to see that we've hit over 1000 likes at this point and I can't tell y'all how happy it makes me to know you enjoy my little works 😭 thank you so much for being here with me 🫡🫶🏻 also I'm posting it from my phone since I'm at a nye trip, so lmk if anything is looking wrong!

warnings: swearing, mentions and suggestions of sexual activities

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It’s crazy how things can change in a few weeks.

Ten days ago you had a first official date with Megumi, and now you’re sitting in his room, reading a book while he plays guitar. Spending quality time together, as Nobara would call it. You’re not sure if the thing between you two is official or not, but in the past two weeks of trying, you found out that dating Megumi is… fun. Yeah.

It had its ups and downs, like everything in life, but you try to only focus on the good parts, like how much your followers go crazy whenever you mention anything about him on your streams. They never saw him, but they loved him. Crazy. The first stream after your little Instagram fuck-up was filled with questions, and just remembering that you smile a little.

sammie: Y/N DON’T TORTURE US

rooney_: just admit it at this point

zeyde_: it’s the hot neighbor, right? it has to be him

yusshi: y/n x hot neighbor confirmed

“Guys, chill out. Nothing confirmed, I just went out with someone.” You sighed, taking a sip of the energy drink.

The little walk date you went out on yesterday turned into midnight cooking and late morning, so you were feeling the effects of only a few hours of sleep. It was great, though, so you weren’t really complaining. Megumi took the trying part seriously, and first, he took you for a walk around the calmer part of Tokyo combined with coffee in the park cafe, then cooked a dinner at his and Yuji’s place, so you could enjoy it while watching a movie. It wasn’t anything over the top; it wasn’t forced. Everything you did felt natural, like you’d been at it for years already.

lan2137: I refuse to ship you with anyone but him atp

zeyde_: LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

zeyde_: and you are the people in the back y/n

nobabar: IT WAS THE HOT NEIGHBOR GUYS

nobabar: also I got you the mochi you asked for, it’s in the fridge

sammie: the queen has spoken

viviaaan: HI NOBARA

yusshi: I knew it!

“Traitor. But thanks for the mochi, Nono.” Betrayed by your own roommate. For the next half an hour, your chat was restless in asking you about the date until you caved and shared a little. Not like you’re going to tell people how his back was now full of scratches and you had small bruises on your hips, accidentally shaped like his fingers. No way.

“What are you smiling about?” Megumi asks, looking up from his notebook that was splayed on the desk. Oh, what you’d give to see these pages. He treats it like his treasure, always putting it safely into the drawer. With the black acoustic guitar in his hands and without a shirt on, he was a view you’d never get tired of. His fingers expertly pulled on the strings, not stopping even when he looked at you.

“I’m just happy, nothing specific.” You close the book that you have been trying to focus on for the past minutes and drop it on the nightstand. Turning onto your side, you stretch a little on his bed and move your attention fully to him. “What are you playing?”

“Nothing specific.” He repeats your words. After finishing the melody and putting the instrument back in its place, he gets up from a chair and joins you on the bed. “Nap time?”

“Megs, we’re meeting with Yuji, Nobara, and Maki for dinner in an hour.” You can’t help but laugh at his proposition.

“Five minutes.” Wrapping his arms around you, he shifts you both so now he’s lying on your body, head on your chest. It was his favorite position to sleep in, you’ve noticed. Not that you’re opposing in any way, it was comforting to feel his weight on you, and you felt like hugging a giant teddy bear. Maybe a bit harder than an actual plushie, but the warmth makes up for it.

“It’s never only five minutes, and we both know it.” Even with that, you instinctively brush your finger through his soft hair, earning a sigh from him. “Fine, five minutes.”

It’s not five minutes. It never is.

“Why does he always have to come up with shit like that?!” It’s possible that the whole building was currently listening to your meltdown. Not that you care. Not right now.

“He just texted you? Didn’t even call?” Nobara was as calm as ever, sitting on the counter with a beer in hand, watching as you paced around the room. On the contrary, Yuji and Megumi, who are standing near the kitchen island, look terrified.

“No. He just sent one text with place and time. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it was his assistant who sent it. I should just fucking ignore it.” You shake your head. With shaking hands, you take your own bottle and take a sip, throat dry after cursing for a good fifteen minutes. “Fucking asshole.”

“Okay, deep breath in. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Megumi tries to do anything, but you only give him one deadly look.

“Keep going and you’ll earn yourself a celibacy.” You’re absolutely serious about that threat, and that’s enough to shut him up for a moment. “I need a fucking smoke before I punch something. Or someone.”

They all look as you grab a pack of cigarettes and a jacket and go to the balcony. Nobara sighs and takes another sip of beer.

“How are you so calm? I’m genuinely nervous just watching her.” Yuji asks, moving his gaze from you to her.

“It’s not my first rodeo, newbie. He pulls shit like that at least once every six months, but usually, you’re safely in your own apartment. Now you’re a witness at the wrong place at the wrong time.” She laughs humorlessly.

What reason for this whole thing? Your lovely father, who remembers about his own child once or twice a year. You were all having a lovely evening, watching shitty dramas and eating takeout, when you got a text from him, demanding you come to dinner in three days. Not asking. Demanding.

“I’ll risk that celibacy.” Megumi sighs and pulls on his hoodie that is lying on the bar stool.

“Good luck. Just don’t tell her to calm down, it usually has the opposite effect.”

When he gets out on the balcony, you’re not much calmer. Your hands are shaking, making it hard to even hold a cigarette, but nicotine is your last resort at this point. You’re leaning on the railing, breathing in cold air, hoping it’ll cool down your nerves.

“About that celibacy…” Taking a spot next to you, Megumi tries to start with a joke. Surprisingly, you chuckle under your breath, taking another puff in. “But seriously, I get it.”

“You do?”

“Have I ever told you about my dad?” He asks, before stealing a cigarette from your hand. As you shake your head, he takes two puffs and gives it back. “He did something similar. But when your dad forgot about you for a few months, mine forgot about me and Tsumi for almost ten years. I was six when Mom died, and he fell into a dark place after. Gambling, alcohol, and I don’t even want to know what else. He’d show up once a year, promise he’d get better, then do exactly the same thing every time, just disappear overnight. So yeah, I get it in a way.”

“Shit.” You curse and turn a little to look at him. His face doesn’t tell you much, although his eyes are stuck on something in the sky. “I had no idea.”

“You couldn’t know. Even Yuji doesn’t. When I was sixteen, he was gone for two years and showed up again. But this time he actually did better. We’re not really close, but he’s present and calls me once in a while, trying to redeem himself for those ten years. He’s closer to Tsumi since they both live in Kyoto, and he took on a mission to be the best grandpa to her kid now.” There’s a soft smile on his face at the mention of the current situation, and he looks at you. “I’m not saying you should be happy with what your dad is doing because it could be worse; don’t get me wrong. He’s an asshole. I’m just saying I kind of understand how it feels, and honestly, he’s not worth the nerves. Go there, see what he has to say, and if it’s the same old shit, he can’t make you stay.”

“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.” You nod and lean on his shoulder.

“I can drive you there and wait for you outside if you want.” He offers, wrapping an arm around your waist and smiling, when you laugh and look up at him.

“You’ll be my getaway car?”

“Always.”

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[everettswritings]

Hello! Not a request but a thought. In my opinion, i find cream unicorn cookie very cute and dreamy, and i think it would be nice to see them in a wholesome scenario, be it t-word or agere. Again, this is just a suggestion, and you don't have to write something if you don't want to. Have a good time

Can’t come up with a specific scenario, but I’ll toss out some headcanons! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Lee:

Oho, they’re super ticklish! Ribs are a really bad spot, but their absolute worst spots are their hooves and around their horn.

Really sweet, airy, soft and kinda dreamy laugh. Absolutely busting at the seams with giggles!

Not a squirmer, but occasionally they’ll buck and kick their legs. Haha, get it? Because they’re a horse?

I imagine their dough is actually super soft, I’d say it’s the same texture as cloud bread. I love cloud bread. Now I’m hungry.

Back to their laugh, they whinny and snort too. It’s very prominent.

Can I say super blushy lee? Super blushy lee, their cheeks turn so impossibly red! Especially when you hit a weak spot.

Unless you’re going way too hard, they won’t really try to escape or get away. They actually quite enjoy tickling! It’s just been so long, y’know?

Ah, yes, the little ones that used to visit CookieLand. They just had so much fun tickling them! They really miss it.

No particular weaknesses to tools or anything, they’re just ticklish all around.

Big switch, very big switch. As soon as you’re finished up they’ll be wiggling their fingers like “Ooh, I’m gonna getcha!”.

Ler:

Absolutely the sweetest ler! This angel has never heard of “wrecking” or “destroying” in their entire life.

Loves cheer-up tickles. Lives for them, in fact! They adore turning frowns upside down and making the saddest little cookies giggle like crazy.

Weaponizes their butterflies. Send tweet.

Teases, but it’s never mean. It’s just silly, playful little things like “coochie coochie coo!” or the likes.

Really good at sneak attacks. I don’t know why I think this, but I do. Erm… they’re right behind me, aren’t they?

Not opposed to using tools. Honestly, I think they’re a menace during arts-and-crafts time whenever they have access to feathers and paintbrushes.

Number one fan of tickle fights and tickle wars, especially when chasing is involved. It’s like a game of tag!

Actually, I also imagine that they love involving tickling in games. I remember reading this post about “hide and tickle feet”; the same as regular “hide and seek”, but the hiders leave out their feets and seekers officially “catch” them whenever they cave into the tickles. Yeah, they’re a master at that game.

Big, big, BIG on aftercare! Especially if it leaves you super worn out. Expect to be wrapped up in a hug or blankets.

That’s it!

Ahh, my silly little unicorn, how I love you. I dunno, I’m tired and school actually kills me. Have a good one 🫶

[rinnstars]

besides that can i req🤭🤭

would rin be open to sharing things or matching? like taking his hoodies or that jacket… 🤣 or how you get him matching keychains and on his black school bag is the keychain you gifted him standing out 😭 AUGGHH RIN BRAINROT ☺️ feel free to take ts in ur own way 😈

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assuming this isn’t an actual fic idea HELP but YES LARGE LARGE YESSSSSS to all the above thoughtd below!!!!! (many)

i think he wouldn’t be that opposed with matching in the beginning as long as its sort of subtle like keychains from a popular brand since i feel like he likes that subtlety and that feeling that only you two know its matching and slowly before he knows it, he has like a ton of those keychains hanging around from it being subtly attached to just his school bag to being multiple on his school bag, his pencil case and even his training bag. i feel like deep down he rlly likes the idea of something that connects you and him and he’ll be the type to fiddle with it too. just imagine him fiddling with his kuromi or cat keychain on his bag on the bus to and from blue lock or his old training facility thing missing you or with the star phone charm in school when youre sick as he wonders how youre doing…!!!!!!

and then slowly you convince him to get those other cute keychains that stops matching his bags but trust me when i say even though he pretends he doesn’t care and all, he’ll take care of all the keychains and especially those plushie keychains like hello kitty - hell wash every holiday especially for the ones on his school bag he’ll not let them get dirty!!!!!! he takes care of each of them and looks and plays with them whenever he misses you (a lot) i can lowkey imagine him going back to blue lock pt2 now with training bags with a bunch of silly keychains you and him get at shops or even from the arcade from those claw machine without a single care even if others see it as cringe hes winning the #idgaf war!!!!!! but just dont point all these out especially when hes dozing off a little during class and starts scratching or rubbing the plushie head he’ll get all embarrassed and cute (ears red and all as he pouts, verbally denying that he did any of that)

and abt sharing things i feel like at first he doesn’t mind it?!?!??! hes pretty used to sharing things having siblings and whatnot even though now…. anyways! but slowly, he sees the appeal of it!!!! like he’ll plan it all and thinks hes super super subtle and awesome about it when he leaves his jackets and hoodies on the bed whenever you come over and he practically feels like its mission successful when you take the bait!!! and if youre always cold just know he’ll take off his jacket, doesn’t matter if its his school football club jacket or his jacket he just bought the day before he’ll hurriedly take it off so you can have it!! he wont ever admit to it but he thinks youre so so so so cute when youre wearing his things - doesn’t even matter if its not a clothing item, you can be wearing his necklace he bought when he was a little kid and he would still think about it and start kicking his feet in his bed like a teenage girl!!! hell he doesn’t even need you to wear it, it literally could be as simple as using his pen because yours ran out mid study session and hes trying not to have a nose bleed right beside you, his homework forgotten LOL. what i think is the top tier sharing thing is probably his jerseys !!! first time you wore it he genuinely thinks hes gonna start having a stroke and a heart attack wiht the way his heart raced even harder than if he was hypothetically on the field playing right against his brother. all fun’s until youre wearing his hickey on your neck hes not gonna be normal about it. (people keep asking him if hes having a fever with how uncharacteriscally red his face is) (he doesn’t regret it)

[acupofinkedblood]

Slingshot x reader [Just Slumber]

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A trip to the hot spring motel sounds nice, especially with your friends. You have been working alongside with Slingshot, Vinestaff and Shuriken efficiently in the cafe, so might as well take this chance when your boss is feeling generous as he takes the three of you out for a vacation

You will be a massive idiot to even refuse such proposal— it’s the hot spring! Think about your poor back that has been aching, suffering from all the works! Think about your tired body that has to hop from here to there to get the customers’ orders! You deserve a break, and the therapeutic benefits of the hot spring is calling to you

Of course, that’s just one of the many reasons why you decided to tag along. How can you not wanting to spend more time with your close friends, especially Slingshot? The way he’s the mature yet knows how to have fun type of guy, can you believe that one moment he is as responsible as any boss can be, then right away he’s looking at you and grinning like an idiot while showing you he has just bought a new pair of shoes to his collection? It amazes you, to the very least. Slingshot is such a perfect example of what you want in a partner: He can cook, he can clean, he can be responsible, he can be laid-back…Wait, you shouldn’t think about your friend like that! It’s so weird

But you just can’t help but looking at his direction. There’s just this feeling you have whenever you’re around him. And Slingshot still manages to look so composed even when he’s distressed— wait, why does he look distressed, you wonder?

“How can that be possible? We have made the reservation for four,” he huffs in annoyance with the receptionist, “And now you’re telling me that you only have two singular rooms for us?”

“We’re so sorry for the inconvenience, sir- But we mean it when we say that the data has no information regarding your case—”

Yeah, you hear it all loud and clear. He has made a reservation for four rooms in total, but due to some errors happened technically, they turn out to be two singular rooms. Not even with double beds, but a singular bed. Slingshot has paid the deposit for it, perhaps the fault is at his, since you did remember him telling you that he was surprised to see the prices being so lower than he imagined. That’s because he didn’t reserve four rooms, but only two — and not even double beds — two room with two beds in each one

There is no point trying to fix it. It’s holiday season, and this motel is a tourist attraction after all. All the rooms are fully booked, they are stuck on a tight schedule as well. Slingshot knows that, so he doesn’t press any further but just sighed in defeat. He looks at the three of you, knowing well that you three already understand the situation

“Sorry, guess that we have to share”

“Don’t be,” Vinestaff places a hand on Slingshot’s shoulder, “It’s like when we’re at home anyway. I can stay with Shuri. You two take the other room”

Shuriken doesn’t oppose to the idea. But you look like your brain has stopped functioning for a good moment right there when you see Slingshot nods. That means you will have to share a room — a bed — with your crush. Congratulations! Stop looking dumbfounded by yourself and get back to your right mind, you look like an overloaded system. Slingshot looks over to you, he wants to know if you’re comfortable with this arrangement. You swallow your bubbling screams then nod, trying to look nonchalant with the whole thing but deep inside your heart you’re dancing the tango with a flying koi fish

What happened, happened. It’s not like you can change anything nor you want to change anything. You’re just anxious a bit. Sharing a bed with Slingshot, it makes your face burning at the thought. Thankfully you can disguise that blush because of the heat of the hot spring, but you can’t help but feel worried about it. You don’t want to come off as weird. It feels intimate, and it embarrasses you, yet you still look forward to it. Your mind is so conflicted now, you don’t even know what to do. He’s your crush — and also a good friend of yours — you just don’t want to ruin the whole development your friendship has been going through

Maybe you should just try to relax and enjoy the hot spring, you’re overthinking stuff too much

“How was it?”

“Good,” you walks back inside, already changed into the motel’s yukata with the towel still staying on your head, “Definitely needs that. Works have been crazy lately. My back is fucking reviving”

Slingshot just laughs as he hears your words. Honestly, aside from that inconvenience with the rooms, everything has been going well so far. This place has provided all of them a good sense of peace. You know that because Vinestaff just dozes off right away after her bath, she has been rather tired while being on the way up here, so it’s good to know that she has pretty decent sleep right away. That’s pretty much a blessing when she falls asleep first, that way she won’t be bothered by Shuriken’s loud snoring

Slingshot is looking out to the forest. It’s December, the snow is gently falling down when the nightfall. This view and the hot spring is the ultimate combination for relaxation, plus the presence of your favorite person as well. Slingshot looks rather deep in thoughts, you can really tell what is he thinking currently before the silence is interrupted by his words

“You know, you can take the bed,” he hums, “I can sleep on elsewhere”

“There is no ‘elsewhere’ in this room,” you point out

There is no spare mattress, the chairs are too small to even lie on at the first place and the room itself is not that spacious — though it does provide a sense of coziness — you know damn well that he can’t sleep anywhere else in this room at all. You walk over to his place after putting the towel aside. The moment is pretty sincere, only the dimmed yet warm light illuminates the two of you from outside. You shake your head slightly

“Don’t worry about me, we can share a bed,” you try to sound as convincing as you can, “Plus, it’s cold”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. What if I hog the blanket?”

“Then I will kick your ass off the bed,” you chuckle lightheartedly, “Besides, you’re good. Just get to the bed, you look tired”

Slingshot knows you will definitely not going to let him sleep on the floor or anything, so he sighs, raises his hand in mock defeat as he smiles at you. That cheekily soft smile that never fails to fluster your heart

“You win. Just don’t complain if there’s not much space left”

Slingshot stretches slightly before gets on the bed. You were so confident with telling him that’s it’s fine, but now you feel like your feet are rooting onto the floor, unable to move because the realization just hits you: It’s not a dream, no need to pinch yourself, this is reality. But then a yawn interrupts your internal monologue. When you open your eyes, you see Slingshot patting the spot beside him on the bed, quietly urging you to get some sleep

You surrender, making your way into the bed with him then lie down. You can feel the mattress shifts slightly, seems like he just lies down as well. The bed is definitely not makes for two people together, you can feel your arm against his through the fabric in such proximity. You want to save your face when the thought of scooting away hits you, but then you realize that you will probably fall off the bed if you do

“Hey,” Slingshot’s voice coos, “Do you mind if I move closer? I don’t really have any space left”

You make a small noise of approval, in which he responds with a hum. To save spaces, you decide to lie on your side, but you didn’t expect him to do the same thing as well. The two of you are currently just a nose away from each other. Gosh, you’re crossing your fingers hoping that your quickened heartbeat isn’t that obvious. Slingshot put his two of his fingers on your forehead, a thing he usually does whenever he wants to reassure you. It’s a quirk you have grown fond of his, the slight touch of his hand feels oddly welcoming

Subconsciously, you feel yourself lower your head and rest it against his chest. You will probably blame it because of the fatigue later since your eyes are getting heavier every passing moment. Yet you still feel Slingshot’s hand moves around your body on the blanket and starts patting your back. Maybe he thinks it will help you fall asleep better. Surprisingly, it works on you

“Sleep,” he purrs, “Everything will be fine”

You don’t know how long can you stay away. In the end, you let the fatigue take over. Your breathing slowly steady in a rhythmic motions, a sight that you have finally fallen asleep. Slingshot looks down for a moment, his gaze softens at the sight

If only you know how he feels as well. But now it’s not the time, maybe he can save his feelings for another moment later. For now, let the two of you sleep fondly together without any worries

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Note: I just played the latest event of HSR, so don’t mind my narratives ☆〜（ゝ。∂）