#he’s a real sweetie pie

[orphyd]

Going on a date tomorrow….

[kisses4kuna]

inumaki is a sweetheart 😭😭 like i saw ur post ab ppl making him brainrotted n stuff earlier n i find skibidi toilet inumaki funny as hell but there’s like??? nothing???? other than those fics

as a smau maker i see brainrot inumaki A LOT to the point i wonder if ppl see actual substance in him (no hate gen alpha lingo inumaki is a GOLD idea but we need some VARIETY for this man

SCREAM IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[capquinn]

I think about wanting soft and slow sex with Quinn more times than I’d like to admit 😅 He radiates that energy and I need it

i feel you, nonny! i am such a hopeless romantic and it’s so easy to get lost in the idea of that with quinn because everything about him just screams affection. he’s gentle and thoughtful and his love language is so very clearly physical touch, so it makes perfect sense to me that his idea of intimacy could be slower, more tender than most assume

[theloveinc]

bf deku who's a little creepy with his love for u..

in a good way ... or a bad way?👁️👁️

Anywayyyyyy yeah. Yeah. You think it's just the honeymoon stage at first, cuz I mean, you feel the same and think it's all very sweet... but suddenly it's your year and six month anniversary and you realize none of his """"wacky"""" behavior has ever really stopped or changed.

But it is... cute? Sweet, at least, the way he's a lil overbearing about things. Always trying to feed you, whether at home or out in public... little bits of his lunch he breaks off to give you when you're sitting on his lap, to watch you eat and make sure you smile about.

(Or the ones he comes into the room just to give you, like he was specifically thinking about you when he ordered a bento at the cafe, spoon in hand loaded with all your favorite things. you glare, cheekily, cuz you always tell him to order what HE wants, but no, never. he'd rather split everything with you than have anything of his own, and if he had his way, he always would.)

Even shower time, cuz if he's not in the water with you (big hands always peeling the soap and loofa and shampoo out of your grasp so he can wash you for you, big hands doing other things to your body that you enjoy but definitely do not include what you're supposed to be doing)... he's sitting on the toilet right next to you, playing on his phone while he waits for you to get out, OR even sitting against the door outside, after jiggling the handle and whining about you not letting him in.

(i saw a funny tik tok that was like, "whenever they say they're showering" and it was the guy running across the house naked LMFAO to get in with her... that's deku.)

And when you get mad at him, lock him out of the bedroom cuz he won't stop weeping and apologizing... he'll lay down on the floor outside and stick his fingers underneath the door to wiggle them at you, his nose too, like it will make you less angry, like he couldn't just bust the whole thing down if he REALLY wanted to (which he doesn't really, not unless you were in danger, not including the time you accidentally locked him out and he came home from patrol so exhausted that he popped the knob right off it's handle accidentally slamming it into the wall trying to get into bed with you).

LOOOOL and you go to his agency one day for some reason (he always wants to see you, his favorite days are when you visit for any reason), and while he's packing up to take a break with you, his computer backgrounds and screensavers are literally all just pictures of you. literally. every single one you've ever taken practically, even the gag photos you send your friends, with your hair all done for bed and face shiny from moisturizer...

It's almost like he snuck onto your phone once or twice to download everything onto his... which like. hmmmmmmmm. LOL. okay. Not to mention the fact that he has locations on and texts you whenever you go ANYWHERE. Even to the konbini across the street. Like he's constantly looking.

Bakugo def adores u for keeping deku out of his hair, but lowkey also has a little beef with you, too, for being practically the only other thing he talks about aside from work and business lksdfjadksljf.

and tbh? i'd feel bad for him, too.

[gaylittlerichie]

share the Opinions 👀

actually not that crazy and this is a very consolidated version but. i simply think eddie can be a dickhead and a loving sensitive person at the same time. can be and in fact Is…core part of his weirdo charm imo

[britneyshakespeare]

10 words every girl wants to hear

"jared, you have been evicted from the big brother house."

[funshinebf]

btw im all caught up on the dandadan anime. i love okarun and momo so much 😭 dork ass kids. i need to ruffle their hair affectionately

[cerbreus]

I woke up late* (*not at 5am like I needed to) had to scramble to get the work tasks done while my cat screamed and begged for attention for hours. Then I had to drive an hour to my tattoo appt (late.... Forgot to do all manner of things before I left (get gas, eat, fill my water bottle, put on a tanktop under my shirt so the tattooer would have better access to my arm).... Finally get to the appt and lock my damn keys in my car 😭 have to have my roommate get my spare and drive them out almost an hour to me after work.... Tattoo appt went well until we breaked for dunch (dinner/lunch) and the hoagie I had wreaked absolute fucking hell on my guts and I've been in horrendous pain ever since.... Really having one of Those Days™️.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Too Late - Sixteen

summary: You’ve always secretly pined over Eddie Munson, your best friend, but when you find out he’s dating Chrissy Cunningham, you reach your breaking point. you seek comfort from Gareth, your second best friend. you figure out he’s got a crush, but you don’t know who, you were determined to figure it out though. but he was determined to keep his feelings for you locked away forever. but plans change, right?

too late masterlist - this is the final chap :(

December rolled around the corner faster than expected. You and Gareth had just celebrated your nine months together, and everything was going great. You and Chrissy had begun to grow closer again, but she ended up moving to California for the summer with Jason, he went to stay with family before college, so you hardly saw her. You did call a lot though. She got back about a month ago, and you’d both just been so busy, you’d only managed to catch up once. The only times you had seen Eddie, was when you’d pass each other in the grocery store, or that one time when you had gone to the movies with Gareth and he was just leaving the cinema with Dustin. You hadn’t spoken, just sharing a glance that lasted no longer than a few seconds. Tonight was Christmas eve, and the air was cold and snow was falling. You were cozying up in Gareth's poolroom with him and the boys, just listening to the Bon Jovi record your boyfriend got you for Christmas. It was a peaceful night. You'd just stuffed your faces with a delicious dinner with Lizzie and Scott. 

There was a knock at the glass door, and you all turned your heads to see Scott himself, wrapped up in coats and scarfs, shaking in the cold. You quickly jumped up to pull him into the warm room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

“Hi, sorry to intrude on your teenage bonding time,” he smiled as he spoke, “but Liz just hopped into the shower and I thought I’d take the opportunity to talk to you… Gareth.” 

“Oh god.” Gareth mumbled, lifting himself up from the bean bag, “What have I done now? I promise you, the tap was already broken when I woke up thismo-”

“No, no.” Scott shook his head, “You're not in trouble… the opposite of that, actually.” 

“What’s the opposite of being in trouble?” 

Scott thought for a moment, “I don’t know.” 

Gareth nodded. You walked up next to him, looking at Mr Clark expectantly. He cleared his throat. 

“Right… so… Gareth, I don’t ever expect you to call me dad…”

You gasped, a smile spreading over your face as you realised what was coming. Gareth didn't. He raised an eyebrow and scrunched up his face with confusion, “Okay…”

“But.” Scott nodded, burying through his pockets. You wrapped your arms around Gareth's bicep, jumping with excitement, watching with anticipation. Scott smiled, noticing your excitement. The other two boys were smiling too, sending a few ���ooh’s his way. Gareth was still confused. Scott held out a little blue box, “May I please have your blessing to ask your mother… to marry me?” 

Gareth looked up at him wide eyed, “You want to marry my mum?” 

You squeezed his arm again. 

Scott took a shaky breath, offering the box to Gareth, “If you’ll allow me, yes. I know your opinion is important to her, I just hope I have won you over…” He tipped his head, “it’s not much. A teacher's salary only really pays the bills, but…”

Gareth hesitantly took the box, opening it up slowly. You peered over his shoulder to see a gorgeous gold ring with a diamond in the centre, pearly stones surrounding it to look like the petals on a flower. It was perfect. Gareth stared at the ring, silence lingered in the room. Scott stared at him, wiggling his fingers as he started to worry with Gareth's lack of response. 

He looked up, finally, closing the box. Emotionless, he spoke, “Why do you want to marry her?” 

“Uh…” Scott glanced over at your confused expression before looking back at your boyfriend, “Because I love her, and she makes me happy. I’d- I’d love to make her happy, and nothing would mean more to me than your blessing.” 

Gareth stared at him. 

“I want… I want to spend my life with her.”

“What makes you think you're good enough to spend your life with her?” Gareth quirked an eyebrow, and you gave him a dissatisfied look. 

“I…” Scott looked to the ground, “I’m-”

“Nah, I’m just messin with ya.” Gareth laughed, handing the ring back to Scott and slapping him on the shoulder, “Course you can marry my mum. I’m surprised we haven’t scared you off yet.” 

Scott smiled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Gareth smiled, “But I’m never calling you dad.” 

“No, of course not.” He shook his head and started for the door. 

“Go get her Mr Clark!” You shouted. 

“It’s Scott.” He shouted back with a smile. 

“No it’s not.” You waved him off. 

You turned to Gareth with an excited squeal and hugged him tight. 

—————————————————————————

The second knock on the door you got that night was from Chrissy. Jeff let her inside so her teeth would stop chattering in the cold, and you quickly pulled her into a hug, both to warm her up and because you missed her. She handed you a gift, perfectly wrapped with a lavish bow, and you handed her one too. 

“Thanks Chris.” You smiled, tearing open the paper. Inside was a new pair of boots, “What the fuck?”

“Wh- do you not like them?”

You lifted up the leather shoe with wide eyes, “I… how much did these cost you?”

“It’s not about the money.” 

“But now I feel bad.” You huffed. 

She tore open her present to find a mixtape, a bracelet with a cute flower charm, and a pin to stick to her leather jacket. You had been decorating yours over the year with buttons and pins, one of them matched with one on Chrissy's jacket from the last time you had hung out. Little hearts with arrows through them. This pin was a Blondie one. Chrissy liked Blondie a lot, they were the crossover between her beloved pop and your rock. She squealed, pulling you into a hug. 

“Thank you!” 

You laughed, “You’re kidding right? Thank you!” 

She rolled her eyes, “Don’t stress it, babe. I knew you had been eying them off for a while.”

You smiled and hugged her again. 

“Look, I can’t stay. Jason’s out the front, we’re heading to my parents for the night. Big Christmas celebrations and were running late. But I’ll see you new years, yes?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “Come on, I’ll walk you out. Say hi to Carver.” 

“Okay.” She helped you pull on your boots and a thick winter coat. 

You both waddled out the front to find Jason leaning up against his car, smoking a cigarette. You found that a little strange, a guy of his ‘status’, smoking, funny. She ran right into his arms for warmth. 

“Carver.” You nodded at him, keeping a metre or so’s distance. 

“L/N.” He nodded, extending his hand out, “Truce?”

You raised your eyebrows for a moment, looking between him and his hand. 

He sighed, “Sorry for being a dick back in middle school.” He shrugged, “Sorry for being a dick always, there's no excuse. I’m just sorry.” He sighed. 

You wobbled your head, thinking for a moment, “You did bully me.” 

He scrunched up his face, “Yeah…” he sighed, “If it makes you feel any better, all that bullying really fucked me over. I didn’t get into college… at all.”

Your mouth gaped open, “Yeah, that does make me feel better, actually.” You laughed. 

There was a flash of light, and all three of you turned to see who had pulled up out the front. The lights switched off, and you realised it was Eddie’s van. Shit. Wayne hopped out, bag in hand. He waved at you, “Y/N!” He smiled, “Merry Christmas, just droppin’ off some gifts.”

“Merry Christmas, Wayne.” You smiled back, “I’ll be in in a sec. Boys are out the back.” 

He nodded and walked up to the front door. Eddie hooped out of his van, seemingly not having noticed you yet. He leant against the hood, lighting a cigarette. You looked at Chrissy, who was looking at the ground and frowning, Jason's arm getting tighter around her. Eddie took the first puff, looking out at the night sky, brushing off the snow that fell down on his face. Jason cleared his throat. Eddie snapped his head in your direction and the cigarette almost fell from his mouth. You noticed a moment of panic in his eyes before he resumed his calm manor. 

He nodded his head once, “Carver… Cunningham…” He looked at you for a moment, “L/N. Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah.” You nodded back. 

“Very merry indeed.” Jason smiled at him, “Got any plans, Munson?”

Eddie sighed, “Quiet night with Wayne… heading over to the Hendersons tomorrow.” 

You nodded. Jason smiled, rubbing hand up and down Chrissy's arm, “That’s nice. I’m heading over to Chrissy’s for the night. We’ve got a big family celebration tomorrow, don’t we, baby?” He watched Eddie tense. 

You couldn’t help but smirk behind your scarf. Jason was a mean girl, and you hated it, but god, right now you loved it. You were inspired, “Sounds lovely. I’m spending the night here, celebrating the morning with Lizzie and her man. Then Garebears comin over to mine for Christmas Dinner.” You grinned, Eddie always used to spend Christmas dinner at your house. 

Eddie frowned, “Ah.” he nodded a few times, “Good to see you girls as friends again.”

You both stared at him for a moment, sharing a little look of disbelief. Chrissy raised her eyebrows, “Yeah. Having regretful feelings for a jackass really builds a bond.” 

Eddie sniggered, looking away for a moment, “Yeah.” 

“Anyway.” Jason broke the tension, “We gotta get going. I got some Cunninghams to suck up too.” 

Chrissy giggled, “It was lovely seeing you again. Thank you for my gift.” 

“Of course.” You smiled, pulling her in for a hug and giving her a little cheek kiss, “We will have to catch up more in the new year.”

“Absolutely.” She smiled. 

“Maybe I can even rope Gareth into a double date some time.” You looked at Jason, “Though, that might take some convincing.”

“Mhm.” He nodded, putting his hand out to shake again, “Can we be civil… for Chris?”

You sighed, slapping your hand into his and giving it a firm shake, “For Chris.” 

He smiled and saluted you as he opened the door for his girlfriend. You stood watching as they climbed in and drove off, sending them a little wave as they disappeared down the street. You turned to Eddie and walked up to him, plucking the cigarette from his lips and sticking it between your own. 

“Okay then.” He huffed. 

“It’s the least you could do, jackass.” You leant back against the hood of his van beside him. 

He sighed, looking to the ground, “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” 

He looked at you, “Fine. I’m not. Happy?”

“Mhm.” You nodded half heartedly, refusing to look at him as you took another drag. 

“You and Gareth are still together then?”

“Nine months.” You exhaled, tapping the ash off the end of the smoke, “It’s great.” 

Eddie nodded, “That’s good then.”

“Yep.” You popped your lips on the ‘P’. 

There was silence for a moment, and Eddie turned to you, “I still love you.” 

You sighed and dropped the cigarette, stubbing it out with your toe, “Good for you.” 

“Can you just-” He interrupted himself with a deep breath, “Please, hear me out?”

You looked at him, “What? What’s there to hear, Eddie?” You rolled your eyes, “You’ve already forced yourself on me, begged me for forgiveness and love… I don’t know what else there is to do.” 

He rubbed his brow, “I know I’ve fucked up. I know that now, I do… but I can get better. You can- you can help me-”

“Why would I want to do that when I have a perfectly good boyfriend in there, who loves me unconditionally, and wants nothing but my happiness?” You raised your eyebrows and shook your head, “Unlike you, Eddie, Gareth is actually loveable.” 

He closed his eyes, taking that like a stake to the heart, “Please-”

“Merry Christmas.” You scoffed, walking back to the house. 

You decided to not tell Gareth, or anyone about that interaction with Eddie tonight. It wasn’t the time. The mood was high and people were happy, and talking of Eddie would just ruin that entirely. You’d stash it away for another time. 

—————————————————————————

The third time you got a knock on the door was right around midnight. 

You and the boys were all in a pile, lazing on one another. You’d just hotboxed the shit out of Gareth's poolroom, and you were all hazy and warm with bloodshot eyes. You had heard a scream, all sitting up in fear. And about two minutes later, when you were all halfway through pulling your boots on sloppily, the knock came. It was from Lizzie, and she was dressed in pyjamas and socks and nothing else, tears streaming down her face. Gareth slid open the door and she hugged him tight. You saw Scott running out the back door with a coat and scarf and beanie slung over his arm for her. 

“What?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, your speech was slow. 

“I’m engaged!” She shrieked, jumping up and down like a child on Christmas morning. 

“Fuck.” Gareth smiled, his voice just as slow as yours, he hugged her again, “Congratulations, mum.” 

She wiped at her tears and came to hug you too, “Ah, look at it.” She pulled back and shoved her hand in yours and Gareth's faces, then in Jeff and Grants, “Isn’t it gorgeous.”

“Hell yeah.” Jeff nodded. 

“Totally rad, Missus E.” Grant smiled. 

“It’s like… so cool.” Gareth began to laugh. 

“Looks like somethin in a movie, Lizz.” You grinned. 

“Yeah… like,” Gareth thought for a moment, “like a secret spy gadget, you know?”

You laughed, “Like it shoots lasers.”

You and Gareth started pretending like you had laser shooting rings on and fought. Gareth dramatically fell to the ground. 

“Are you high?” Lizzie asked. 

“What?” You asked, acting like you had no idea what she was talking about but doing a terrible job at it, “Us… high? Lizzie… we would never.”

“Never.” Jeff added. 

Gareth tried to stand up, but stumbled. He fell over and you all started laughing. He pressed his palms to his eyes, “God, I’m so high.” 

You all started laughing more. Lizzie glared at her son, and then at you. You pulled a face of embarrassment, and it had her rolling her eyes with a smile, “Okay weirdos. Be responsible.” She grabbed Scotts hand, dragging him for the door, “Don’t come inside. My fiance and I would like the house to ourselves.” 

“Ewww.” Gareth poked his tongue out, “Mum, that’s gross. That’s my teacher!”

“Not your teacher anymore.” Scott nodded as he was dragged away. 

You giggled and fell down on top of Gareth, “Go Lizzie, I think.” 

“Nah.” Gareth shook his head, “Mums can’t have sex.” 

“What,” You grinned, “you sayin you wont fuck me once I’ve been knocked up?”

“That’s different.” He shoved your face. 

“You guys are so weird.” Jeff fell backwards into Grant’s arms and Grant kissed his neck…

Oh yeah. That was something else that had happened in the past few months. Jeff and Grant had come out to you guys, saying they had been dating for like… a year. You were just confused as to how you had gone so long without noticing. 

“You guys are weird.” You poked your tongue out at them. 

“Nahahh. You are.” Grant added. 

“You are.” Gareth chimed in, crawling over to them to tackle. 

You all ended up in a pile, wrestling each other and calling eachother names and laughing, all high out of your goddamned minds. By the time you got really tired, you were laying splayed out like a starfish on the pullout, and Gareth was entirely on top of you, acting as your blanket because his weighted blanket wasn’t heavy enough. Jeff and Grant were cuddled up, already falling asleep on the mattress on the floor. 

Gareth nudged his nose past your ear so he could kiss your cheek, right by the corner of your lips, “I love you, darling. Merry Christmas.” 

“I love you too, Garebear.” 

“I can’t wait for tomorrow morning. I got you-”

“Guys. Can we not do this again, please?” Grant whined. 

“Fuck off.” You muttered. 

“You fuck off.” Jeff quipped back. 

“We get it, you're in love, yadda yadda. So are we, we're not being sappy.” 

“Be sappy then.” Gareth wrapped his arms around you tighter, “I wanna tell my girl I love her.” 

You giggled, “I wanna hear him say it.” 

“Jesus.” Grant rolled his eyes. 

“Please, save it for tomorrow.” Jeff huffed with a smile, “It’s too late.” 

[knockoffrogue]

i mourn the fact that i don’t think jp and babs will ever get their brother sister type dynamic back and so much of that is tied to how dc editorial wanted to “fix” babs; she need to appeal to like the nostalgia of men in their fifties. i feel like fans loved her more than dc editorial did and does, it’s heartbreaking actually, especially when babs talked about she moved on with her life and wanted the people around her to do the same, dc didn’t move on :/

[andromedism]

Erin when are you going to tell us about meeting Glenn

now! (i’m drunk)

glenn is low key one of the sweetest men i’ve ever met. he’s truly lovely, like, i cannot stress this enough. we had such a fun convo about our shared interests (pink floyd, zucker brother films) and i walked away feeling like i had just had a lil chit chat with one of the girls! he deserves the gloscar and i wish the best for him in his future film endeavors. j’adore.

[pastellmochi]

HES HEEEERE 🫶🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[rodanseys]

my boss literally least problematic man on the planet

[mattslolita]

Chris placing you on his lap while he’s giving out his weed. Your basically his do not disturb sign. “Hey cuti-“ a girl says “yeah no gtfo.” You and Chris say in unison “hey there sweetie pie hope to see you more often” a random guy says winking at you. Cue Chris aggressively making out with you

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it seemed like too many people were irritating chris too much tonight; usually he'd have you beside him with your legs draped across his, but tonight was different — he had you placed in the center of his lap, almost entirely blocking the view of his face from everyone else around him.

the only way people even knew it was him was because everyone knew you were with him wherever he went — his arm was around your waist as he rested his chin on top of your shoulder, looking down at the video on your phone.

"hey, pretty," a random guy says, attracting both you and chris's attention.

he stands over the both of you, smiling down at you causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust — however, chris scoffs from behind you and possessively pulls you back farther into him, rubbing along your exposed thighs as he glares up at him.

"the fuck you want?" chris snaps at him, eyes narrowed to slits causing the guy to shake his head with a smug smirk.

"let me get an eighth," the guy says, licking his lips as his eyes continue roving over you hungrily.

"yeah," chris says, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, eyeing the guy up and down as he rummages around in his bag.

chris emerges with a small plastic baggie, tossing it to the guy in front of him — the guy raises an eyebrow and nods towards chris, before his attention is pulled back onto you, running his top lip over the bottom one.

"so, hopin' to see you more, p-"

before another word could escape his lips, chris places his hand around your neck and draws you back towards him, turning your head to face him as he smashes his lips onto yours aggressively. it catches you completely off guard, but nevertheless you wrap your arms around his neck as he possessively puts both of his arms around your waist and slowly he drags them down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze — you gasp into the kiss, allowing chris to messily slip his tongue into your mouth as you let out a low moan.

all whilst chris keeps his eyes on the guy. he scoffs at you and chris, shaking his head as he fishes the money out of his pocket and tosses it onto the coffee table in front of you.

expertly, you reach one hand behind you to scoop the money up, tongue still messily clashing with chris's — when you hold the money out to chris, he takes it and slips it inside of your bra, giving your boob a light squeeze in the process.

when you both pull apart, a string of saliva connects you both, as chris licks his lips while he eyes you possessively.

"m'gettin' real tired of everyone testing me with you tonight."

[bunnyyyuu]

hellooooo vampireyuuta :3 can we pls talk about……. ehem…………….. vampire yuuta perhaps…… he’d be so sweet me thinks

includes: f! reader, aged up! vampire yuuta, blood, dubcon-ish

i fear my vampire knowledge is shit and this is not accurate to vampire lore. blame my babysitters a vampire (ghe only vampire media ive consumed). sorry chat

he is such a sweetie pie. he's real gentle with you (and literally only you). unfortunately for him, urges are strong and he is so hungry. but, he is stronger than that! he can find other people to feed on and turn, plus he can just avoid kissing your body.

but that sucks! he wants you.

your blood smells so good (yes he can smell it, yes it's kind of embarrassing when he mentions it), and your neck just looks so empty and bare — you deserve those two little marks on it! he knows that your blood would taste so good, nothing like the supply he has. he knows he'd just get addicted to the sweet taste if you let him.

he gets antsy after a while of being together, and he just can't help himself anymore. though, he's not gonna do anything against your will.

he starts shoving his face in the crook of your neck in literally every hug you share (and you guys hug a lot). you can feel him practically panting against your skin as he nuzzles his nose against you. he judt grumbles and whines when you tell him "that tickles!"

god forbid you accidentally slice your finger while you two are making dinner together. he immediately whips his head around to where you're cutting up some veggies. his first instinct is to be concered, but his second is to ogle that crimson fluid bubbling from the slit you'd opened on the tip of your finger. he watches you shove your finger into your mouth to ease to sting, face scrunched in pain.

he just stares for a second, statue still. his eyes are so dilated as the smell and sight if your blood floods his mind — there's barely even a sliver of those deep indigo irises as his hollow pupils blow up. the already scent overbearing scent that is usually all yuuta can smell has increaed by tenfold: it's suffocating.

"yuuta —" you hiss, words muffled by your digit still between your lips, "bandaid!"

he blinks at you once. twice. "oh," he nods, his pupils returning to normal, "yes, yes. sorry, honey..."

he can't help but sneak glances at your bandaged finger during dinner as the pad of the bandaid gets stained with your blood. he knows he's being weird — but, you don't care, right? you've told him everything he does — weird or not — is okay as long as he doesn't feed on you! which he'd never do (at least, not if you don't want him to).

yuuta's extra strange after that. he wishes he wasn't, but, in the back of his mind, he's hoping that maybe you'll slip up like that again and create another shallow gash in your flesh. and, that time, he'll be there to lap up your cherry gore instead. though, he'd never say that. he doesn't want you to intentionally hurt yourself, but, hey, accidents happen! but, that's not the only thing wracking his brain for weeks after the vegetable-cutting-incident.

it's, unfortunately, during sex that he finally has the guts to air out all the things swarming his mind.

his fat tip is pushing past your entrance barely two minutes after he had you seeing stars with his fingers. his chest is flush against yours — missionary — and his face is, once again, buried in the crook of your neck.

"ohhhh, baby," he groans when your cunt excitedly clenches around his cockhead, his mouth falling open. you shiver a little at both sensations: the unfamiliarity of his lips on your neck (kissing your neck is something he avoids like the plauge) and the not-so-unfamiliar stretch of your hole.

you gasp when he doesn't push himself in any further and instead, for whatever reason, plants a wet kiss on the collum of your throat.

"i need to talk to you," he murmurs.

your eyes, previously gently shut, open and grow wide. "w-what? now?" your voice sounds so weak, shaky — his cock throbs at just the sweet sound of it. he could just eat you up.

"yes, now. please," he murmurs with another peck on your skin.

your head is spinning. his lips, always so soft and still leaving gentle smooches on your neck, almost tickle. and, the pulsing of his leaky, pink tip inside you. he's so desperate to go deeper — knowing that, if he was fucking you stupid, it would be much easier to have this conversation — but he doesn't, despite the overwhelming need.

"okay," you mumble with a tiny nod.

he doesn't talk for a moment, leaving you impatient. he's just kissing your neck. not sucking hickeys or nipping at it, just planting little pecks. something's off, clearly. the second you decide to speak, though, you're cut off.

"yuuta, what is —"

"i want you," he pulls back just enough to rest his face above yours, sweaty foreheads touching, tips of noses grazing, "i want you," he repeats when you don't answer.

"w-want me, how?" you meekly ask after a beat of dry-mouthed silence.

"i —" he takes a shaky breath, hot air fanning your face, "want you. i-i don't know. 'wanna feed or turn you, bite you — i-i don't care. just... need your blood, angel."

again, you're left stunned. you almost ask him to repeat himself, unsure if maybe your horny mind is playing tricks on you. but, you heard him. you know what he asked. and, maybe it's the way butterflies flapped their wings in your tummy at his words or maybe it's how insatiably you need him right now and, god, if agreeing will get him to properly fuck you, you'll do it.

you can almost feel how his nerves spike at your silence. though, those nerves seem to be eased by the way he pushes his cock further into your needy pussy — about halfway in. he doesn't even notice when you promptly smack! his back that you'd been digging your nails into a few seconds ago.

"y-yuuta!" you whine, "'m trying to t-talk!"

if he were a worse man, he'd probably keep going. but, he's not, so he stills himself upon your request. he mutters a basically inaudible apology.

there's another beat of silence. you gently rub over the red handprint you'd left on his back (though it didn't hurt him one bit).

"did i scare you?" he whispers when his anxiety grows almost all consuming.

"no — no, yuu, you've never scared me," you instantly reassure him with a small peck on his frowning lips, "i just..."

it's definitely the brain fog from how he's stretching your cunny (even though it's still not enough) and your last orgasm still thrumming through you. but, something in your head is telling you yes yes yes!

maybe it's — no, not maybe. this is a bad idea. do you want to live forever? not really. do you want to durvive off human blood? definitely not. do you —

your mind is a mess, but, "okay," is all you have to say.

it hurts — his teeth digging into your flesh — it hurts like hell. it's an abundance of pain that courses all throughout your body. the only thing stopping you from screaming and crying as his fangs pierce your neck is how yuuta's cock is pushing in to the hilt.

your crimson blood pools from those two little punctures for a mere second before he speedily licks it up with his tongue. he moans louder than you think you've ever heard at the taste, his hips sloppily stuttering up into you. he can hear your panting and feel the tears falling down your cheeks and into his hair as he suck, suck, sucks your blood.

the smell and the taste of you, unfiltered, unrestrained, is all too much for him.

"i'm sorry," he mumbles, "i love you, i'm sorry, thank you — i love you so much," he's chanting incoherently against your new wound whilst slamming into you over and over again.

is he really sorry? no. he's not.

this is what he's wanted since he first met you — to live with you forever. he wants to love you like this always, blood and all.