#i said it on twt too but if you had a crush on him and not on toxic man vegeta or man child goku you're actually EliteTM

[letoscrawls]

To honor Akira Toriyama i drew future Trunks aka my first ever crush

[rebelssvy]

roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

✧.*

the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.” he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

[ayukas]

021 fate is real ꩜ r/UberEATS

r/UberEATS posted by

u/sakumyaegi・16 hr. ago

i'm dating my uber eats driver!

hi reddit!

a year ago, i made a post asking for advice on whether i was in love with my uber eats driver or if i was just insane and i received tons of responses on it. well, i finally remembered to come back and update… and guess what? turns out, i wasn't as crazy as many of you thought, because i'm now dating said uber eats driver!

it's actually insane looking back at all this. i spent an entire month giggling and kicking my feet every time he delivered to me, convinced i was just a delusional customer with a ridiculous crush. but after making that reddit post, we actually talked for awhile, got to know each other and even went on our first date! >O<

fun fact: while we were talking, he actually made a reddit post about me too, trying to help me out with my problems despite saying he didn’t like me like that (i know who you are finickydriver141.)

we match each other's freak SO hard, we're basically soulmates, and i'm so so so in love with him. to everyone who told me to shoot my shot back then, thank you! and to everyone who said i was insane… my boyfriend loves setting houses on fire…

anyways, tl;dr: i was in love with my uber eats driver, he was secretly (VERY obviously) in love with me too, and now we're disgustingly happy together. fate is real :D

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u/rainsinheaven・16 hr. ago

its been one year since that post??? omg

u/back2u・16 hr. ago

congrats op!! i remember those two posts lol u guys are so cute

u/finickydriver141・15 hr. ago

i love u so so so much too

u/cooingpenguin・14 hr. ago

i wanna fall in love with a cute uber eats driver too :|

u/jendiggity・10 hr. ago

im not an uber eats driver but im cute dm me

u/rrremmm・13 hr. ago

he was definitely in love with u dude he had a whole ass account on twt dedicated to u

u/sakumyaegi・13 hr. ago

oh?

u/finickydriver141・13 hr. ago

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH U BRUH

u/creativehamster・12 hr. ago

called it from the start I KNEW HE WAS IN LOVE WITH U TOO

u/ynisafreak・10 hr. ago

genuinely cant believe ive been suffering for over a year already

u/yuwushi・10 hr. ago

same

u/ynisafreak・10 hr. ago

stop interacting with me

u/sioningz・9 hr. ago

finally omg. its sion's time to shine

u/jwisung・9 hr. ago

jisung's* time

u/yuwushi・10 hr. ago

the both of u suck. its actually YUSHI'S time

previous / masterlist

notes the 😭 end 😭😭😭 thank u everyone 4 reading my silly little smau and sticking till the end, im so extremely grateful for all the love and support ive received, ur comments and reblogs meant the absolute world to me :') ill cherish this smau forever… please dont forget user sakumyaegi and haejjang everybody… 🥹🤍

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[merlucide]

THE MIYA SIBLINGS…

Oh your absolutely insufferable, stupid, annoying brothers (..that you guess.. you kinda love..) drive you freakin’ bonkers! Life as a first-year with two obnoxious third-year brothers isn’t easy, and yet, somehow, every day is its own brand of chaos. So, what does an average day in the Miya household look like? Well… here’s a glimpse.

pairings: Miya twins x youngersister!reader (NOT SHIP)

type: Headcannons/blurbs + SMAU (texts, twt)

genre: crack, fluff, comfort

key: y/n = your name n/n = nickname

warnings: cursing, the twins embarrassing reader, reader has no friends lmao, shit/piss mentions, the twins being pervs (yk that tho)

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Everyone at Inarizaki knew the Miya twins. And then they found out about the Miya siblings.

When you first came to Inarizaki, walking around with their man (aka Atsumu and Osamu), the Miya fangirls immediately took notice. At first, they thought you were a girlfriend—until they learned the shocking truth: the Miya twins have a younger sister?!

That’s when the befriending attempts began. They’d wait outside your classroom, invite you to lunch, and you honestly thought they ?? just really wanted?? To be friends you?? It felt really nice!

But the moment they opened their mouths, it was all, “Eeeeeek! Your brothers are soooo hot!!!”

And you were just like, ‘oh’ ‘🧍‍♀️😑’

 Yeah those ‘friendships’ did not last very long… 

—-And obviously you were popular with amongst the boys. The Miya curse I fear. Samu did nawt approve of your new popularity lol. Tsumu was jealous that people were talking about YOU and not HIM lmao— tho tsumu LOVES bragging about you/showing you off. He’s like ‘oh yeah my baby sister can do this!—‘ ‘welll MYYY sister can do that better than YOURRR sister’

Anywho the twins love having you at the same school!!! Atsumu always stops by your class during breaks either to talk to you or just piss you off lmao. Osamu ends up being your unofficial walking schedule lol (not that surprising tbh) ‘Ain’t ya supposed to be in the library?’ ‘Didn’t ya say ya had a quiz today?’ ‘Why are ya here? Don’t ya got PE?’ He flicks your forehead (affectionate) and is like ‘get to class’ 🙄+😐

(You got him his bowl)

When it comes to typical overprotective older sibling behavior, Osamu takes the crown. He’ll literally insert himself into any conversation you have with a guy—every. single. time. It’s actually the worst. He will embarrass you and terrify the guy. One time a guy came over, all confident trying to talk to you. Before you could even react, Osamu literally stepped in front of you, staring the guy down like he was an inconvenience to his entire existence.

Then with the most uninterested, deadpan expression ever, he just like ‘no’

He won’t let anything start 😒 you def ignore him after he pulls shit like that. He dgaf tho lmao

Atsumu, on the other hand, is like your wingman, sorta.. He hypes up your crushes, encourages the flirting… but the second things actually start progressing (ex:lovey-dovey texts, potential boyfriend territory, lingering touches), he’s suddenly all up in your business—and the poor guy’s too. He’ll casually throw an arm around both you and the guy, all smiles, and go, ‘So, how’s it goin’?😁’

you’re glaring daggers at him your eyes screaming ‘Tsumu, istg I’m gonna kill you’ and the guy’s practically slithering away while you whisper-scream at Atsumu while he acts all innocent. Oooooor he’ll just shriek and yank you away saying how ‘yer too little for boys’, while glaring at said guy.

But if you ever wanna hang out with anyone he’ll try to set smth up for ya!! (As long as he approves of who)

Osamu is nawt good at trying to show his love 🧍‍♀️ his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch (sorta, he’s not rlly good at it but wants to be close yk?). Like he won’t initiate (most the time) but if you hug him he’ll hug you back. He just like asks if you want him to take you somewhere or smth. He shows his care for ya n tsumu by making food all the time, it’s what he’s good at and loves, and loves that you both love it. He also always wants to be there for ya. Samu is great emotional support, he doesn’t say a lot but says EXACTLY what you need to hear. Will just sit with you and let you get what you need off your chest. He’ll put his arm around you and rub up and down. 

Atsumu is very unique at showing his love 🧍‍♀️ his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. When you were little Atsumu and Osamu would both hold your hand when you would walk around, and when you got older and wouldn’t hold his hand anymore he was so sad 😭🙏 he’s a hugger, but he’s still your older brother, so he’ll like mess your hair up then hug you lmao. Always asks if you wanna practice with him, he always feels cool teaching you something new :)

Atsumu is also your number one hype man like if you ever feel like you can’t do smth tsumu has a whole list of just exactly why/how you can. He’s not even trying to make you feel better it’s what he genuinely believes :)

Oh and they are both way too invested in any drama you’re involved in/even just aware of. The second you run into the room and announce, “I’ve got tea,”they’re already locked in, heads propped on their hands, eyes wide like you’re about to deliver the most important news of their lives.

‘Spill NOW’

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tags: @sharkissm @someprettyname @fishii28 @shrii-kk

well this is all I have for Miya siblings rn 😔😔 tumblr will only let me upload 30 images, I had more 🧍‍♀️🙏

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do!! I love Miya siblings so much ughhhh I wish they were my older brothers sooo bad it HURTs

lemme know what you think!!!! I LOVE FEEDBACK!!

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made February 11th 2025

[animeshotsh]

Not the baby!! | Various x Kid!Reader |

Summary: You manage to enter Alastor's shield and now the Angels wants to attack you.

Warnings: off canon events - canon violence - our kid!reader its not a fighter TwT - Part of the family series - grammar mistakes

You managed to enter Alastor's shield just when it almost closed up. You knew you should not be in here, but you wanted to help you new big sister and help your Uncle and Friends!!

Of course it ended badly.

The first to notice you was Angel who got you using one hand then shooting the Angels.

"What are you doing here (Y/N)?" Angel asked desesperated getting a curious look from Husk.

"Why its Lucifer's kid here?" He shelled this getting the attention of other Angels now.

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called over with a worried tone seeing you.

"Hi Sis!!" You waved completly ignoring the upcoming Angels.

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was losing his cool. He knew he should have been more careful when he told you about what was going to happen at the Hotel. He should had tought better, now you were there, trapped.

"Dont worry (Y/N) im going" he silently said wings flying quickly for you

~☆~☆~☆~

Once Adam broke down the shield Alastor was down there ready to fight him off. The problem was, you were there too. Because Angel tought the best protector for you would be him.

"(Y/N) you should move away form here" Alastor said softly making his shadow tentacle reach you to pull you away from him and Adam. "But Uncle I wanna help"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Saddly Alastor had lost against Adam who now had you by the leg taunting you.

"Is this the failure we missed? You seem to have made some shit Friends in here, who lets a kid fight?" He asked himself only to get a bite from you as you jerked your body.

"Fuck you"

"You are going to die you little bitch" Adam responded letting you go from the high air. Tears fell down your eyes as you saw him also destroying Sir.Pentious's ship.

"I got you!!" You were suddendly in Vaggies arms who held you protective in the air.

"Vaggie watch out!!" You tried to warn her seeing another Angel coming towards her.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Everything seemed lost. Charlie had tried to fight off Adam but could not do it. She was now hugging you, keeping you behind her with angry eyes towards the first Man.

"And now-"

A single punch was all it needed to send him flying away.

"DAD!!" Charlie and you screamed seeing the flying form of Lucifer.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Oh my precious kids!!" Lucifer said once the battle ended, Adam being killed by Nifty at the end. "Never do something like that again" your dad said to you hugging you and almost crushing you.

"Im sorry dad, I wanted to help"

"Let the adults do the work kid"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

As the hotel was re made you wondered where Alastor was. Sure he could not be dead, right?

Right?

"Did you miss me little one?" A very distinct voice asked

"UNCLE!!" In a flash you were in his arms, your own tiny ones around his neck. "I thought you were dead"

Alastor eye twitched for a moment then smiled softly "it takes more than that to kill me, my kid"

"PUT MY KID DOWN, ALASTOR" a very jealous Lucifer screamed looking at him.

"Can we go to Rosie's restaurant later?"

"Yes"

"NO, you are grounded"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Ahh.....fuck" you cursed getting a suprised look from everyone.

"What?....im a Demon too" You said getting a laught from Angel

[swampstew-stories]

First Date

Summary: Blind dates can be a good or bad surprise.

Warnings: none, entirely fluff maybe a smidge suggestive. Female reader x Kid, Killer is here for reasons.

Minors DNI ever.

Prompt inspired by these two images from Twt.

You were nervous, it’d been a while since you’d gone on a date. A friend set you up with someone who was a little outside your normal dating pool but you were willing to take a chance to meet up. At the very least, to see how cute they were.

When your date walked in you could hardly believe your eyes. You knew who he was. Loose acquaintances sure but you’d crossed paths enough times to know each other on a first name basis. Didn’t you have his number already?

While he spoke to the hostess, you quickly scrolled your phone screen and to your surprise, you don’t have his number. Odd. You were sure you had exchanged numbers before at one party or another.

Kid began walking towards your table, he gave a short hand wave to acknowledge you from the distance. Behind his colossal figure, you could see a blond man with a face mask trailing slowly behind him. He seemed familiar too.

Standing up to greet him, Kid made you feel so small in comparison as he bent at the waist and leaned his torso down, placing an arm around your shoulder in an awkward but friendly hug. He waited for you to sit before he took his own seat.

You’d lost sight of the blonde but you realized he had taken a seat at the table in front of yours – you just didn’t notice him because of Kid’s frame. Large, hunky, frame.

“I meant to call you m’self to set this up but I didn’t have your number like I thought I did. Nami was being a pain in the ass, trying to extort me for your number. Robin was decent enough to pass the message along.”

“She kept it vague, was that intentional?” you asked shyly.

“Not really,” Kid grinned that damn sexy knee-buckling grin of his. “I told her if she felt obligated to warn you, that was her prerogative.”

“Well she didn’t have anything negative to say,” you chuckle, “All she said was, ‘a friend of a friend wants to take you out, he’s a bit scruffy but mostly harmless. Easy on the eyes too’.”

“Haah, I s’ppose no news is good news,” he chuffed. “I’m going to be blunt, Y/N…”

You watched as he straightened himself, locking his amber eyes to yours in an almost hypnotizing stare. You felt like a rabbit, snared. A doe caught in headlights.

“I just want to say I have a crush on you, bad. Been feeling this for months now and I think it’s time I told you about my feelings, for real.”

“Oh,” your mouth popped open in shock. “Wait, who’s the other guy?”

“Oh Killer? He’s here for moral support.”

Your brows furrow, “Heh are you being for real right now?”

Kid nodded and tilted his head to the side so you could see his blond companion.

“I’m here for you, Kid. Do your thing.”

Kid’s face came back in sight as he sat up, “He’s my ride until I finish fixing my motorcycle.”

“Ah, I see. I feel like I remember you telling me you did repairs or something?”

Kid’s eyes widened in excitement, “Yeah, I do.” He seemed to relax in his seat, never taking his eyes off you. “Me and a few guys own a shop where we fix things up. Good business and keeps me busy. Lately been finding myself unable to focus on things for too long.”

“How come? Feeling stressed?” you wrung your hands under the table, your gut bubbling with anticipation.

“Naahh not stress. Keep thinking about this pretty girl I don’t see enough of and needed to do something about it.”

A blush crept on your cheeks at his statement, “You said it’s been months, may I ask why it took so long?”

It was Kid’s turn to blush, not answering right away and scratching the back of his head as he considered how to answer. He didn’t need to—

“He’s shy,” Killer coughed out loud. That made Kid turn and glare at him. “What? It’s true.”

Letting out a quiet giggle, “Well now is better than never. I could have sworn we got each other’s numbers at Vivi’s birthday party.”

Somehow Kid turned redder, “Me too. I uhh, tend to not save names a lot of the time.”

“Is that why you never called?” you couldn’t help laughing, “Can I see your contact list?”

Kid handed you his phone, mumbling an embarrassed apology. You scrolled through the numbers and names, amused at the amount of legitimate names that were saved compared to unlisted numbers or nicknames.

One entry caught your attention and you clicked to expand the details. Lo’ and behold – it was your number.

“You did have it, see?” you handed it back to him.

“Ah shit, you’re ‘Mouse?!’ Why the hell did I save it as that?”

You’re memories went back to the night of Vivi’s party – a bonfire at the beach. It had been one of those parties that lasted all day. You had worn a bikini that had a tied ribbon with long strings trialing loosely, tickling your thighs.

While you engaged with party goers you snacked and drank, but it wasn’t until you were hanging out with Kid that you were eating cheese and crackers.

‘Heh, you look pretty cute,’ he tipped his half full cup at you. ‘I ever tell you that?’

‘Nope, not once,’ you stuck your tongue out at him.

‘That ain’t right. Here, gimme your number,’ he handed you his phone. ‘That way I can tell you more often.’

Giggling you took it and punched in your number, leaving the contact details open so he could save it. His eyes were trailing up and down your body, only returning his attention to you as he took his phone back.

‘Hmm,’ he hummed, ‘Ya kinda look like a mouse,’ he started laughing. ‘With your cheese and your tail.’

You whined and moaned about the swim suit as you fixed the strings once more but it was for naught. Kid ducked down and grabbed the string, twirling it in the air and partly dragging you to his friend group.

“Ohhhhh right!!” Kid smacked his forehead lightly, tufts of hair fell over his headband. You felt the strongest urge to reach over and wrap it around your finger.

“You ripped the seam on that suit!”

“I’d be more than happy to buy you several more,” he gave you a toothy grin. “That is, if you’re feeling me too and want to go out.”

“I was going to say yes regardless but I love a good bribe!”

The two of you became so engrossed in conversation that neither of you noticed Killer had left his table. Silently, he walked to the waiter and left enough to cover your date with Kid. He glanced over at the two of you once last time before exiting the casual restaurant.

Tugging out a pair of riding gloves from his jacket, Killer unloaded his motorcycle from the bed of his truck; that he’d lent the keys to Kid. With a hum, Killer snapped back the kickstand and rode off into the night.

“Don’t fuck it up, gearhead.”

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[swampstew]

First Date

Summary: Blind dates can be a good or bad surprise. Warnings: none, entirely fluff maybe a smidge suggestive. Female reader x Kid, Killer is here for reasons. Minors DNI ever. Prompt inspired by these two images from Twt.

You were nervous, it’d been a while since you’d gone on a date. A friend set you up with someone who was a little outside your normal dating pool but you were willing to take a chance to meet up. At the very least, to see how cute they were.

When your date walked in you could hardly believe your eyes. You knew who he was. Loose acquaintances sure but you’d crossed paths enough times to know each other on a first name basis. Didn’t you have his number already?

While he spoke to the hostess, you quickly scrolled your phone screen and to your surprise, you don’t have his number. Odd. You were sure you had exchanged numbers before at one party or another.

Kid began walking towards your table, he gave a short hand wave to acknowledge you from the distance. Behind his colossal figure, you could see a blond man with a face mask trailing slowly behind him. He seemed familiar too.

Standing up to greet him, Kid made you feel so small in comparison as he bent at the waist and leaned his torso down, placing an arm around your shoulder in an awkward but friendly hug. He waited for you to sit before he took his own seat.

You’d lost sight of the blonde but you realized he had taken a seat at the table in front of yours – you just didn’t notice him because of Kid’s frame. Large, hunky, frame.

“I meant to call you m’self to set this up but I didn’t have your number like I thought I did. Nami was being a pain in the ass, trying to extort me for your number. Robin was decent enough to pass the message along.”

“She kept it vague, was that intentional?” you asked shyly.

“Not really,” Kid grinned that damn sexy knee-buckling grin of his. “I told her if she felt obligated to warn you, that was her prerogative.”

“Well she didn’t have anything negative to say,” you chuckle, “All she said was, ‘a friend of a friend wants to take you out, he’s a bit scruffy but mostly harmless. Easy on the eyes too’.”

“Haah, I s’ppose no news is good news,” he chuffed. “I’m going to be blunt, Y/N…”

You watched as he straightened himself, locking his amber eyes to yours in an almost hypnotizing stare. You felt like a rabbit, snared. A doe caught in headlights.

“I just want to say I have a crush on you, bad. Been feeling this for months now and I think it’s time I told you about my feelings, for real.”

“Oh,” your mouth popped open in shock. “Wait, who’s the other guy?”

“Oh Killer? He’s here for moral support.”

Your brows furrow, “Heh are you being for real right now?”

Kid nodded and tilted his head to the side so you could see his blond companion.

“I’m here for you, Kid. Do your thing.”

Kid’s face came back in sight as he sat up, “He’s my ride until I finish fixing my motorcycle.”

“Ah, I see. I feel like I remember you telling me you did repairs or something?”

Kid’s eyes widened in excitement, “Yeah, I do.” He seemed to relax in his seat, never taking his eyes off you. “Me and a few guys own a shop where we fix things up. Good business and keeps me busy. Lately been finding myself unable to focus on things for too long.”

“How come? Feeling stressed?” you wrung your hands under the table, your gut bubbling with anticipation.

“Naahh not stress. Keep thinking about this pretty girl I don’t see enough of and needed to do something about it.”

A blush crept on your cheeks at his statement, “You said it’s been months, may I ask why it took so long?”

It was Kid’s turn to blush, not answering right away and scratching the back of his head as he considered how to answer. He didn’t need to—

“He’s shy,” Killer coughed out loud. That made Kid turn and glare at him. “What? It’s true.”

Letting out a quiet giggle, “Well now is better than never. I could have sworn we got each other’s numbers at Vivi’s birthday party.”

Somehow Kid turned redder, “Me too. I uhh, tend to not save names a lot of the time.”

“Is that why you never called?” you couldn’t help laughing, “Can I see your contact list?”

Kid handed you his phone, mumbling an embarrassed apology. You scrolled through the numbers and names, amused at the amount of legitimate names that were saved compared to unlisted numbers or nicknames.

One entry caught your attention and you clicked to expand the details. Lo’ and behold – it was your number.

“You did have it, see?” you handed it back to him.

“Ah shit, you’re ‘Mouse?!’ Why the hell did I save it as that?”

You’re memories went back to the night of Vivi’s party – a bonfire at the beach. It had been one of those parties that lasted all day. You had worn a bikini that had a tied ribbon with long strings trialing loosely, tickling your thighs.

While you engaged with party goers you snacked and drank, but it wasn’t until you were hanging out with Kid that you were eating cheese and crackers.

‘Heh, you look pretty cute,’ he tipped his half full cup at you. ‘I ever tell you that?’

‘Nope, not once,’ you stuck your tongue out at him.

‘That ain’t right. Here, gimme your number,’ he handed you his phone. ‘That way I can tell you more often.’

Giggling you took it and punched in your number, leaving the contact details open so he could save it. His eyes were trailing up and down your body, only returning his attention to you as he took his phone back.

‘Hmm,’ he hummed, ‘Ya kinda look like a mouse,’ he started laughing. ‘With your cheese and your tail.’

You whined and moaned about the swim suit as you fixed the strings once more but it was for naught. Kid ducked down and grabbed the string, twirling it in the air and partly dragging you to his friend group.

“Ohhhhh right!!” Kid smacked his forehead lightly, tufts of hair fell over his headband. You felt the strongest urge to reach over and wrap it around your finger.

“You ripped the seam on that suit!”

“I’d be more than happy to buy you several more,” he gave you a toothy grin. “That is, if you’re feeling me too and want to go out.”

“I was going to say yes regardless but I love a good bribe!”

The two of you became so engrossed in conversation that neither of you noticed Killer had left his table. Silently, he walked to the waiter and left enough to cover your date with Kid. He glanced over at the two of you once last time before exiting the casual restaurant.

Tugging out a pair of riding gloves from his jacket, Killer unloaded his motorcycle from the bed of his truck; that he’d lent the keys to Kid. With a hum, Killer snapped back the kickstand and rode off into the night.

“Don’t fuck it up, gearhead.”

[bookishdreamer28]

Levi falling head over heels in love with you ❥

After Levi lost the most important people in his life, he thought he would never find something or someone worth fighting for again.

But when you first stepped in his office on your first day of work, his eyes couldn't leave you.

"Hello Levi! I'm Y/N! Hange told me to leave these papers in your office so, here you go." You handed the papers and looked at him with bright eyes.

He tried to keep his expression blank. Woth no emotion. But his heart was beating so loud that he was scared you might hear it.

"Ok thank you, Y/N. You can go now." He said a little hurriedly and made you frown. When you left his office, a little taken aback by his reply, he let out a breath of relief. Why was he even acting like that?

The next days, were a torture for him. His mind was thinking of only one thing and that was you. Everytime you happened to be in the same room, he was stealing glances at you. And it looked like you knew because eahc time, you turned your heard to look at him but of course he was turning his head elsewhere.

One night, he found you sitting outside, gazing at the stars. He heard you humming a song and he got hypnotized by your sweet voice. When he returned to his room, he fell to sleep humming your song.

He knew he was screwed and that there was no turning back. That's why found himself standing outside your room.

When he knocked on the door, he made the move to leave and just lock himself in his office, but you opened the door and there you were.

"Levi." You breathed. "What a surprise. Wait, is something wrong?" You asked hesitantly.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. To be honest, yes there was something wrong. Very wrong. And as much as wrong this was, he did not care.

You told to come inside and he followed you.

"I, just wanted to see you." He said in a low voice. You leaned back on the wall and stared at him. And he saw the way your chest rose and fell in shaky rhythms.

"Ah. And, now that you see me, is there something I can do for you?" You mumbled. Your tone gave something away. Something that made him think that you knew.

"...Kiss me." He said lamost desperately. Your eyes widened.

"Just...kiss me." He said hoarsely. You felt weak. Your knees almost gave up on you. And when he noticed that, he instantly approached you and held you close to his body.

"There hasn't been damn day where I haven't thought of you." He murmured brushing a strand of your silky hair behind your ear. "You consume me. You make me weak. You make me want to live again. Make me have a purpose." He touched his forehead with yours, his voice shaking with emotion.

"Levi..." you whispered and placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly. "I love you too."

And with that he found himself grabbing your waist, pulling closer against his body and lips crushing together. You both sighed in the kiss, like you had finally found what you needed all this time.

His hand went through your hair and tugged them slightly, making you moan a little. You spent the night in each other's arms, your bodies hugging each other. Your warmth being the home you never knew you missed so much.

After you fell asleep, Levi stayed awake, admiring you. Thinking just how lucky he got. Cause he couldn't believe that you were actually here. With him. Together.

He carefully rested your head on his chest, trying not to wake you up, and laid back on his pillow. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead and xlosed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi found himself smiling.

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I don't think this turned out the way i wanted, but I hope you'll like it either way ♡

After I watched the finale of AOT, I just Had to write something with him, because he deserves the world. I love him sm TwT

As a manga reader, I knew what was coming but seeing the anime adaptation, made me cry even more. Can't believe this story came to end. Thank you Isayama 🙌

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 15

words: 4,1k

summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem (twt)

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

warning for this chapter: nsfw content, smut, p in v, no protection (use protection)

notes: why every time I’m about to post a new Birdie chapter, Gege has to come out with something depressing related to Gojo? But I’m not going to be fool, my glorious blue eyed king is coming back.

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You rolled your eyes again as you heard Satoru's question for the fifth time. At first his concern was sweet, but now you wanted to choke him.

"Satoru." You said, looking at him with a mix of exasperation and affection. You were both lying on his bed, still dressed. “I already told you, I do want to do it. Stop thinking too much.” You sat up a little, giving him a serious look. "Do you want to do it? I know you’ve had a hard day.”

Satoru nodded vigorously. “It's just… I want to make sure you're completely comfortable with this.”

Your expression softened, and a smile formed on your lips as your chest filled with warm. “Satoru.” You murmured, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. “I’m comfortable. I’m with you and that’s all that matters.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled you closer, his hands resting gently on your hips. “I just don't want to rush this.” He whispered, his breath was warm against your skin.

You shook your head and your fingers traced the line of his jaw. “You're not rushing. We're in this together, remember?” You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, stop worrying.”

Satoru's tension dissipated at your words and he kissed you back with increasing intensity. His hands ran over your back, bringing you closer until you were practically fused together. The kiss grew deeper. You fell on the bed and Satoru's long fingers began to touch your abdomen, little by little moving up until they reached your breasts, still covered by the fabric of your bra.

While Satoru's caresses continued under your shirt, he explored every part of your body with a bow that made your heart race.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, Satoru undid it, throwing it somewhere in the room. You both stared into each other's eyes. Your chest rose and fell, feeling how the heat of your body increased.

Satoru also got rid of his shirt and for the first time you were able to admire his toned abs. You bit your lower lip and swallowed harshly as your fingers grazed his abs. You could feel Satoru trembling under your hand and you smiled to yourself, realizing the effect you had on him.

“Don’t tease me birdie.” He whispered.

“I’m not doing anything.” You smirked. “You are the one getting nervous.” 

“How could I not?” He held your hand and put it on the side of your head, while he approached your lips. “When the girl I've had a crush on for years touches me like that?” 

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and you felt vulnerable before his words. “For how long ago, Satoru?” 

“A lot…” He whispered before connecting your lips together.

Your free hand went up to his hair and began to caress him, tangling your fingers in his hair, while you tasted his candy-flavored lips.

Satoru let go of your hand and ran it behind your back, pushing you towards his chest and unhooking your bra, carefully removing it and letting it fall to the side of the bed. You felt a little embarrassed at being exposed like that but that dissipated when Satoru began to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, until he reached the groove of your breasts.

“God…” He whispered against your skin. “You are so damn beautiful, you know that?” He smirked before taking your breast in his hand and started squeezing it and playing with your nipple. 

You leaned your head back, feeling the pleasure Satoru was causing you with his wet kisses and his burning fingers. You moved your hips, wanting to feel him closer and giving him signals to go to that area.

But Satoru was way too distracted on your upper body. He was almost worshiping it. “Fuck ‘Toru!” You arched your back when his teeth met your sensitive nipple.

Satoru stopped and looked at you with a funny look on his face. “You just called me ‘Toru?” 

Did you? You probably did it without realizing it.

“I have a nickname, right? So now that we are together, you should have one too. And ‘Toru, it’s cute.” You told him.

He hummed with a smile. “I like it.” He kissed you.

You smiled against the kiss, you wrapped your arms around him and your fingers traced the lines of his strong back. With a gentle push, you laid Satoru down and straddled his pelvis, moving your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sent shivers of pleasure through your body, and you could feel Satoru's immediate reaction beneath you.

He grunted at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. "What are you doing to me?" He murmured, his voice full of desire.

You smiled, a playful glint in your eyes. "I was sending signals for you to come down, but you were too busy with my breasts."

Satoru chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. “I'm sorry, princess, but you have beautiful breasts. No wonder they looked so good in that red dress.”

You laughed, the memory of that night at the club flashing vividly in your mind. He had been completely hypnotized by your appearance, his eyes could barely leave your chest. “I remember.” You said, your voice mocking. “You couldn't take your eyes off them.”

Satoru's hands roamed your sides, cupping your breasts gently. “Can you blame me?” He asked, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “They are perfect.”

You moaned softly into his touch, your hips grinding a little tighter against him. “You’re insatiable.” You whispered, leaning in to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

His hands slid to your hips, guiding your movements as the kiss deepened. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker with the scent of your desire. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you through the fabric of your clothes, and it only made you want him more.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him. He was beautiful, every inch of him, and he was yours. The thought sent a shiver of possessiveness through you, and you leaned in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his chest.

Satoru moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. “You're driving me crazy.” He murmured.

You smiled against his skin, your lips lowering. “Good.” You whispered, your breath warm against his stomach. “That's exactly what I want.”

In one fluid motion, you lifted yourself off of him enough to slide your pants down your legs, baring yourself before him. Satoru's eyes darkened even more, his hands immediately moving to cup your breasts again, his thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

“You're stunning.” He whispered, his voice full of wonder and desire. “I can't believe you're mine.”

You shuddered at his words, the intensity of his gaze making you feel powerful and vulnerable.

As the passion between you grew, the clothes were discarded piece by piece, until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Finally, with a needy grunt, Satoru rolled you onto your back, his body pressed against yours. He took off his pants in one swift movement, you could see how hard he was, how needy he was for you and it was lighting a fire inside you.

 “I… the condoms” He looked at you. 

You shook your head. “I'm on the pill, if you're clean then it's fine with me.”

He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and lust. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yes.” You breathed, your hands tangling in his hair. “I need you, ‘Toru. Now.”

With a moan he took off the thong you were wearing and entered you, the sensation was overwhelming. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each push taking you higher and higher. 

The world around you disappeared and the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, the sound of his voice murmuring your name, the look of pure adoration in his eyes.

His pace was deliberate, each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through his body, your legs wrapped around his body trembled and made you feel on a cloud.

“Oh ‘Toru.” You breathed, your voice shaking with need.

He responded with a roar and you noticed how he grew larger inside you, his pace quickening slightly as he felt your body responding to his. His lips found yours again, and the kiss was hungry, desperate, full of desire.

You arched your back, moving closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hands ran over your body, touching you, caressing you, driving you crazy. Satoru whispered your name between the moans that escaped his lips, every kiss, every touch, every whisper... not enough. You needed more of him. 

Your breathing became irregular and your body moved in perfect synchronization with his. Each attack brought you closer to the limit.

And then, with one last powerful thrust, you both screamed, your bodies shuddering in unison as you reached the peak of your pleasure. The world seemed to explode around you, and for a moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him, the sound of his voice, the feeling of absolute completeness.

You felt Satoru throbbing inside you and coming. Your chest rose and fell agitatedly, while your mind, body and soul were still trying to process what just happened. Satoru looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of amazement and satisfaction.

“You are amazing.” He whispered with a husky voice.

You smiled and a blush spread across your cheeks. “You too.” You responded, heart pounding in your chest.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You closed your eyes and felt safe under his warmth.

“Tomorrow we have class.” Satoru whispered, as he drew shapes on your back, you nodded against his chest. "We could..."

“Nope.” You interrupted him. “We have already missed today. We can’t keep skipping, especially when there is so little left to finish the course.” Satoru nodded against your hair. “Then you're not leaving…” you whispered.

“No.” Satoru pronounced firmly. “If not, who would be your favorite tutor?” He teased against your hair.

His soft laugh made his chest vibrate under your palm. “Are they going to kick you out of the family?”

“Not for the moment.” Satoru answered. “My grandmother is on my side, and my grandfather, although he doesn't really like the idea of ​​me not studying law, but he is still in love with my grandmother.” He chuckled. “And if my grandma tells him something he will probably follow her words in a heartbeat.

“That’s cute…” You whispered. “How long have they been together?”

Satoru thought for a moment. “Over 50 years. They met back in London, my grandma was spending some time there, learning English and my grandfather was studying there. They met in a bar, you know he asked her to dance and the sparks flew instantly.” You looked at him while he was telling the story. “They got engaged after 4 months.”

“4 months?” You said surprised.

“Yeah, their families weren’t really happy, they wanted them to marry other people but they ended up giving in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“And your parents?” You wondered.

“I don’t know to be honest, they never told me how they met and I never asked.” He made a grimace with his lips.

The two of you remained silent after that, your heart arched thinking about Satoru’s relationship with his parents, but at least he had his grandmother with him. quite a while. Then Satoru's voice echoed through the room.

"Birdie…" You hummed in response. “Do you remember that I told you that we were going on an official date this Saturday?” You nodded softly, your head still leaning against him. “Well... I have, well I don't, my family has a charity gala and I have to go.” You looked at him confused. "I'm not asking you to come, only if you want, of course, but I really need to attend if I still want my grandfather to support me."

“Oh…” You whispered. "I understand."

A charity gala? It was probably one of those fancy events where people got together and laughed at how rich they were, right? You thought.

"Do you need a date for it?" you asked with a bit of jealousy on your voice.

“Technically yes, but if it's not with you I'm not going with anyone else.” He said looking at you. "I promise."

You bit your lip, considering his words. The thought of attending such a high-profile event was daunting and terrifying, far outside your comfort zone or anything you had ever attended. But the thought of being there for Satoru and supporting him in this difficult time outweighed that fear.

"I will go with you." You finally said, your voice firm.

Satoru's eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. "Really? Are you sure?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yes, I want to be there for you.”

He hugged you tightly, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you. This means a lot to me." You smiled. “We don't need to be there too long, we'll say hello to my grandparents and then I'll take you to a restaurant for something spicy.” 

"That sounds really good." You murmured. 

“If you back off between now and Saturday, I'll understand.” Satoru said, but you shook your head. 

“If we are going to be in a serious relationship.” You took his hand, and made drawings with your thumb on it. “Then I must know your world, even if it is something inhospitable and unimaginable to me.” Satoru smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You are truly amazing.” He whispered.

You blushed and looked away from him. “Stop saying those type of things.”

“Why? You truly are.” He hugged you. 

“Next week I have the weekend off.” You changed the topic. “I would like for us to go to a place.” 

“Okay…” He whispered, leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “You know we should shower right?” 

“I know…” You closed your eyes. “But I’m tired.” 

He kissed your forehead. “Sleep tight birdie.” 

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru watched you as you fell asleep and he carefully crept out of bed, grabbing one of his sweatpants, he walked out of the room and stretched. 

He had momentarily managed to forget all the cloud of worries that was flying over his head, but the uncertainty about his future and his position in the family was still there. And the worst thing is that he would have to see his father at the charity gala, a part of him was happy that you wanted to accompany him but the rational part and the part that knew his world didn't want it. 

But as his grandmother had told him, he had to let you decide if you wanted to know and find out more about that part of him.

He sighed and sat on the sofa, looking through the window and observing the night lights of Tokyo. Satoru felt how his eyes were getting heavier and how sleep was beginning to win the battle, until finally he fell sound asleep on the couch.

That night he dreamed or more like, he remembered about the lake and how on that occasion when he got there he threw his bicycle against a nearby tree. The only person who had cared about him, other than his grandparents, was leaving and he would be alone again.

6-year-old Satoru sat on the grass with his fists clenched and wanting to throw a tantrum but he held it in, his nanny had always told him that things couldn't be solved that way. But at that moment Satoru just wanted to scream and cry. He didn't want the only person who had ever wondered about him to leave, he didn't want to be left alone.

He rested his head on his knee and closed his eyes, trying to listen only to the noises of nature and thus calm down. But the noise or rather the cry of a little bird made Satoru rise from his place. Walking carefully he looked for the place where the noise was coming from.

He approached where his bicycle was pulling and that was when he saw the little bird, not far from where his bicycle was. Satoru carefully knelt down and with both hands grabbed the little bird. Apparently it had fallen from the tree. Could it be that it was his fault that the little bird fell from the tree?

“Sorry…” Satoru mumbled to the little bird, feeling how he was on the edge of the tears. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry…” 

“It’s not your fault.” A voice behind him said.

“Huh?” Satoru helped his nose and looked over his shoulder to see the figure of a girl, about his age. “How do you know?” Satoru murmured.

The girl approached him and knelt next to him. “Because birds often fall out of their nests when they are about to start flying.” She shrugged. 

“But I threw my bicycle to the tree.” Satoru cried out.

“You are not that strong.” 

“I’m pretty strong, I’m the strongest of my class.” Satoru protested.

“Then maybe it was you.” She said.

“I’m so sorry little bird.” He cried. “What should I do?” 

“Take care of it until they can fly.” She smiled.

Satoru looked away embarrassed as he saw the pretty smile of the girl. “Sure I will take care of it and they will become a strong bird.” The girl laughed and Satoru felt how his cheeks turned red with that simple melody.

“I would like to see that.” She stood back up. “My mom is calling.” She started to walk away.

“Wait!” Satoru shouted but she was too far away, he looked at the bird and sighed. “We don’t know her name… What should we call her?” The little bird chirped and Satoru smiled. “Birdie? Sounds good."

Satoru smiled and he started to feel a soft caress on his face and hair. The dream faded from Satoru's mind like drops of water and was replaced by a voice that he could recognize anywhere and anytime. His name being called from afar, not his name, was a new nickname and one that had caused his heart to flutter when he heard it.

“‘Toru…” Satoru opened his eyes slowly, meeting your gaze. “Why are you here?” You murmured, still touching his hair.

“Birdie.” He said back with a smile. “I just sat down thinking and fell asleep.”

“You were smiling in your sleep, was it good?” You tilted your head with a smile.

Satoru smiled and nodded. “It was a memory and yeah it was the best.” He took your wrist and pulled you in.

You laid down next to him. “Oh, really? What was it? If you want to tell me.” 

Satoru looked at you with his gaze full of love and serenity. “I remembered the day we met.”

“Oh yeah when you dumped me…” Satoru shook his head and laughed.

“Not that one.” He pressed you against him and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

You looked at him confused. "Then which one?" 

“Is that my shirt?” Satoru changed the subject and you looked at the shirt you were wearing. “It suits you.”

“It’s gigantic.”

“Yeah sorry for being almost 2 meters tall.”

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s fine, I always wanted a tall boyfriend so it’s totally fine.” 

Satoru softly hugged you. “It’s good to know I’m the tallest so I don’t have to compete with anyone else.”

“We should go to the bed ‘Toru.” You whispered. 

“Let’s just stay like this a bit more and keep calling me ‘Toru, I love it.” Satoru's chest vibrated when you laughed against him and he smiled widely, enjoying the moment you both shared.

You both stayed in that position for a while longer, until you finally forced Satoru to go to bed together. Satoru stood up heavily from the couch following your footsteps. When you reached the bed you patted the bed and Satoru lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around his hips.

“Birdie?” You hummed with your eyes closed. “Thank you…” He kissed the back of your neck.

“Why ‘Toru?” You wondered.

“For coming to me, for changing everything.” You looked over your shoulder at him, with a look that reflected doubt and a little worry. “It's nothing, calm down. I’m just sentimental.”

“Okay… now rest.” You whispered. 

Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and was intoxicated by the armor of your body and your heat under his arms welcomed him on a pleasant dream. 

With you Satoru felt ready for any adversity or anything. He felt his heart full and more secure than ever, and that was difficult for Satoru, but that's how it was. You gave him a strength and confidence that he didn't think he had, and you had been giving it to him since that moment at the lake. Because no matter how small that interaction was that you had and that you did not remember for reasons that Satoru still did not know, that interaction, that smile and that girl had changed Satoru's entire trajectory. 

And he was grateful for that subject where they put you both together. Because thanks to that, you had been able to form a bond that Satoru felt could become unbreakable.

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The next morning, Satoru woke up alone in bed. His hand extended through the sheets looking for the human warmth of the previous night but he found sheets that were already cold. Rubbing his eyes and stretching his muscles, he left the room, expecting to find a familiar figure. 

Dragging his feet through the apartment he arrived at the kitchen, where he saw you sitting on one of the stools eating an apple, while you talked animatedly on the phone. When you realized his presence you gave him one of the warmest smiles Satoru could have imagined.

Satoru felt how his entire being weakened with that small gesture on your part. He was so fucked up for you.

“I will see you later.” You said to the phone. “Yeah… bye… Love you.” And you blew a kiss into the phone.

“Love you?” Satoru raised his eyebrow in a mocking tone and pretending to be offended.

“Good morning ‘Toru.” You smiled ignoring him and approaching him. “You are not going to tell your girlfriend good morning?” 

Satoru smirked. “Of course, good morning.” And he tilted his head so that you could kiss.

But you put your hand on his forehead and pushed him away. “I don't know if you deserve a good morning kiss.” 

“Oh come on birdie.” He cried.

“Alright.” You smiled, cupping his face and standing slightly on tiptoe, you gave him a kiss. "Now eat breakfast, we have class in an hour." 

“Roger!” You laughed at his cute gesture. “Was it Kyoko?”

“Yeah, her parents wanted to make sure I was alright.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I already told Kyoko I was going to be with you and she told them, but I guess they wanted to make sure.”

Satoru smiled at you as he prepared his breakfast. "It's good." He said and you looked at him confused. “That they care about you like that.” 

“Oh yeah…” You laughed nervously. "I guess so. Sometimes it's strange, since I was 16 I haven't had anyone who cares about me like that.” 

Satoru put the bowl aside and walked up to you to wrap you in his arms. “Well let me tell you that now you have a lot of people looking out for you and worrying about you.” 

You smiled and caressed his face. “I know and thank you.” You kissed him. “But now have breakfast. I'm going to change."

“Why?!” Satoru protested. “You look so hot with my shirt on.” 

You raised your eyebrow and looked at him from the door frame. “Oh so you think I should go to class with just the shirt of my boyfriend on?” 

Satoru opened his mouth, then closed it, and finally swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “No, change. That image is just mine.” You couldn't help but laugh and Satoru felt embarrassed letting that jealous side of him out.

Satoru watched you disappear and stretched his back, while he smiled thinking about how happy he was. The happiest he has been in a long time despite all the storms that were happening surrounding his family matters. 

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I Need To Tell You Something - Simon Lynch/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, making out, handjobs, oral sex, mutual masturbation.

Wordcount: 6688

Summary: You've been together six months now, but while you're ready for that next step, his pessimism is contagious, and you have to wonder if he's ready for it too.

Notes: Finally, a sequel to this! Technically it's set a few months before the ending, but still, it's a sequel hehe 💗💗 Not me loudly saying I'm back and then getting so sick I spent a week and a half in bed unable to do anything but cough and watch movies ;w; This one's been on hold since I started at work, wanted to write it so bad while I was sick but I was so out of it I couldn't concentrate on anything and I knew sitting at my computer would only make it worse, so I accepted my fate and caught up on the movies I've been wanting to see. Still have a cough but I'm well enough to go back to work, so the readers will resume for real this time TwT Anyway I keep getting asks about Simon in particular, so I moved around my queue just for you guys hehe I hope you like it 💗

The air in your apartment is abuzz as you prepare for his arrival, your eyes going to the clock so often as you clean that you need to change the display on the TV so it practically takes up half the screen, overlayed loudly across the movie you put on as background noise. You aren't sure if he remembers, but you certainly do, the texts on your phone trailing back a year exactly to the day you first met at his old job. He's sentimental about a lot of things when it comes to you, you're so aware of that now that you aren't sure how you ever missed it before in those six months you both tried to get over your unknowingly mutual crushes; he was so much smarter than even you knew, because he remembered every little thing you ever told him, so now that you're together, he's constantly surprising you by bringing you things you offhandedly mentioned you liked in the past, or taking you places on your dates that you'd mentioned you wanted to visit, or revisit anew with him.

It'd been bliss in the following six months with him, and now you want to return the favour by doing something special for him to commemorate the day you first met. When deciding on what to do, you knew you didn't want to bring him back to his old job, and the Hotel was kind of ruined since he'd all but stolen their head cook to come work for him, so, as you cleaned your apartment up and checked on dinner back and forth until you became dizzy, you think again about the one thing you could do for him that might make today truly special.

He already had a key, but you were finally going to take that step and invite him to live with you, permanently.

He practically lives there already with how often he visits, he even has a drawer to call his own in your room, but the rest of his things are still at his trailer, and he hasn't said a single word about finishing the move. You have a feeling that maybe it's because it was all his, the one thing he was able to get after that black mark on his life nearly ruined it, so it was hard to let go of it. He didn't fit inside, his bed was actually a loveseat he curled up on, and his kitchen, which used to be mostly full of takeout he brought from work, was now very empty since he ate with you daily, but still he chooses to go back to it on the nights he knows you're already asleep or away, instead of to your spacious and comfortable apartment.

You pause in the middle of folding your blankets at the memory of the time you asked him about it, how he'd brushed it off like he always did with things he doesn't want to talk about, and take a look around your room; he doesn't show it anymore, but those first few weeks of owning your spare key were weird for him, now that you knew how he felt about how well off you were compared to him. He doesn't have that envy anymore, as far as you know, but it had seeped into every moment he thought you couldn't see, into those big windows and beautiful view and spacious rooms until you started to hate them.

You didn't, and still don't, want him to feel that way, in fact you want him to love this place so that he could make it his new home, but now that you were so close to making that your reality, you were having second thoughts on if he actually wanted that, let alone if he was ready for it. It would be so nice to take that step with him, to permanently wake up to him instead of just whenever he chose to stay, to have him set up his own space for his desk and spread out all his things, to have him take over every room until they were just as much his as they were yours. 

It sounds wonderful, a beautiful dream after the nightmare he had to go through, but was he really ready to just give up his sanctuary he'd been too afraid to even bring you to for yours? Would he be okay with making this place his home, or would he see your offer as something akin to a handout after all the approaching? You groan in frustration, his negativity came with him when you got together and you don't want to offend him, but you can't help but also assume that this won't make him happy. You think about moving, maybe there was a place he wanted and you could both use your money to get it, a mutual agreement, but would even that be too much?

‘Hey, Simon, I know we've only been together for six months, but do you wanna buy a place with me so you don't have to live in that trailer anymore?’

Oh yeah, he'd hate that.

You toss your blanket onto the end of the bed, some extra warmth for your feet in the fall months with winter fast approaching, the folding you'd just done becoming a mess as you run your hands through your hair; you can't just shelf this and do dinner like this isn't what you really want with him, you'd spent too much time thinking about it and now you know you can't be satisfied with him only visiting, too much wasted time between all the pining and thinking you'd lost him building this up as a grand show of how much you love him. But you know it's something you need to talk about with him first, you'd sprung the key on him only a month into dating and he'd been stunned for the rest of the day, you couldn't do that to him again with an entire house, and you reluctantly accept that when you hear the lock turn back in the other room.

You hide your disappointment and help him get the door, he's right on time thanks to always being sure to leave when the traffic is nice, his Brougham ordered and ready by the time he walks out. His hands are full as always but you expected that, and he pauses at the smell of food as you cheekily take the bags of takeout from him and place them on the counter, you'd put them in the fridge later. ‘You made dinner?’ he asks as he takes off his shoes, his eyes going for the stove to try and start putting together your menu, and you nod and check the time on the roast; him not staying the night allowed you to let it marinate almost 24 hours, and you're so ready to finally be able to dig into it after marinating in its scent as much as it did in the delicious broth you whipped up for it. 

‘Yeah, I figured might as well,’ you lie, you'll break the news when you're splitting a bottle of wine on the couch, and he chews at his lip and hangs up his coat, his cheeks already dusting.

‘You should've texted me,’ he says next, the takeout mixing in with the smells of your dinner, but you wave his words away and grab some plates, no time to waste when he only has an hour.

‘I wanted to surprise you,’ you admit when you're turned away from him, the big spoon you'd been using to stir the veggies now scooping them out of their sauce and onto his plate, and your eyes widen when he comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.

‘Thanks,’ he whispers in your ear, a shiver running up your spine and making you swallow, ‘I don't want you to think I'm not ungrateful or anything…’

‘I don't, I never do,’ you reassure him again, he still needs a lot of that, and you don't elbow him off as you drag him over to the crackpot to start grabbing the roast. ‘I know I'm no Elison but I hope all of this is okay, I mean, you know I don't really cook cook, but I found these recipes online and they were all highly rated-’

‘Hey, it smells delicious,’ he's the one to reassure you this time with a kiss to the side of your head, and you fail to hide your smile when you turn to hand him his food. He takes the plate from you and scoops some potatoes as well, you decided to go with classic mashed but said recipes gave you some good tips on how to season them, and when he eats a bit off the big spoon he hums in bliss. ‘Tastes even better, might have to get you to come work for me.’

‘As a cook? You gotta be kidding, I'd get the place shut down in a week,’ you joke right back, but it just makes you think about seeing him every day again and you busy yourself with making your own plate. ‘Anyway, I don't think my clients will like it very much if I drop all of them, even though it'd be nice to see you in your uniform, bossing people around all day.’

‘You know I don't have a uniform,’ he mumbles to hide the fact that he's blushing, ever the lightweight when it comes to your flirting, ‘the thought of seeing you in one sounds kinda nice, though.’

A mutual standoff as he backtracks while you nearly drop your plate, his eyes wide and his words fumbled so entirely that they stop being English, but you just get a hold of yourself and laugh your way to the couch so you can quickly hide the giant clock overlay and get your remaining streaming service back to the main menu. He's pursing his lips and looking away from you when he sits down, clearly stuck in a, ‘Why did I say that?’ loop despite you telling him many many times that you want him to be more open with his flirting, and you cherish it as you grab the wine and bottle opener as well as two glasses, the perfect addition to a nice, home cooked meal.

You sit down and offer him a glass, Simon holding it politely as you uncork the bottle and pour for him and then yourself, he'd picked something while your back was turned, and your smile falters when you look to the TV and see that it's a romance; he's definitely picked up on the vibes you've been trying to set, it was even a classic and not one of those new romcoms with jokes that don't mesh with your humour and just make the scenes feel awkward, something he agreed on. ‘I like this one, it's one of my favourites,’ you casually point out without looking at him, your hands busily cutting into your meat and veggies so you can start eating, and he downs half his wine before concentrating solely on the screen.

‘I know, you mentioned it a couple times, I thought tonight might be a good night to check it out,’ he replies just as nonchalantly, but his hands are shaking as he tears the meat apart until there's a huge pile of it. You watch as he swallows and finishes off his wine, pours another, and you smile fondly and reach over to place your hand on his, make him calm enough to stop the shakes.

‘Hey, I'm glad I get to watch it with you tonight,’ you tell him a bit too softly, there's something about him that always disarms you and makes you soft around him, and he nods once, then twice, and then can't seem to stop as he bounces his knee and sets down his plate, his nods changing to him shaking his head as he turns on his cushion to face you.

‘I've got something I want- that I need to tell you before we get too far with this, okay?’ he says so suddenly that it makes you worried, and all at once you go from wanting to at least savour the meal to worrying about being dumped. ‘I know it's outta nowhere, and- and don't be upset with me, okay? But I've been thinking about this a lot, and I can't see any other way around it, so, so-’

‘Please don't break up with me.’

‘Do you wanna move in with me?’

You both pause, just blinking as you register what each other said, your worried tears falling in both relief and shock when it hits you that he isn't dumping you. ‘Wh-what'd you just say?’

‘I uh, shit I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm not breaking up with you, I swear to god I'm not, I wanted to ask it after the movie but I got worried that I'd back out if I didn't say it right away, because why would you ever want to-’

‘Simon,’ you interrupt him when he starts panicking, his eyes looking everywhere but at you when he sees your tears again, but this time they're falling because you're happy, you're so happy that you completely forget about every single time you thought you were losing him, from the loan to the date to him trying to ghost you, because his hands are in yours and he wanted to live with you, he really wants to live with you! ‘I was actually going to ask if you wanted to move in with me, too,’ you confess to him right back, his eyes latching hard onto you as tears of his own well up and blur his vision the same way yours are. 

‘But I'm a loser,’ he tries, like he hadn't asked first, and you pull him into a quick kiss and taste the wine.

‘You’re not, and I can't believe… I love you so much,’ you laugh when you pull back again, those magic words instantly flipping the switch and making him melt, your own food getting moved aside as you cradle his head to your chest.

‘Back when I met you I wanted to do better, be better for you, so I started looking for places to live again,’ he mumbles into your shirt, the movie completely ignored in the background. ‘I had thoughts of inviting you over, making someplace nice for us to hang out at when we got closer, and then, when I realized I only wanted you… I started looking for bigger places, so you could get your own office instead of me, cause somewhere along the line I… I wanted you to be there with me, but it was too fast, I wasn't even sure if you liked me back.’ He sniffs, wipes at his nose but doesn't move away, shifting closer to you as subtly as he can. ‘But then you brought me here, and I saw all this and knew that wherever I went I'd never be good enough for you, I just wouldn't…’

‘Simon,’ you warn him sadly, you were really trying to get him out of this kind of thought since he didn't want to go to therapy just yet, and he catches himself and makes sure you know that he doesn't think that way anymore before continuing.

‘I kept looking, even knowing I'd never be able to provide enough to get a place as nice as this I couldn't stop checking online, and- and I found one! It's not as open but it has two rooms, so you could have your office, I could put my computer anywhere, and the bedroom was nice, and the view was even pretty okay, but…’ He sits up and looks away again, the tears from being complimented stopped once more in his honesty. ‘I couldn't afford it, it's still open on my phone even though I can't possibly get it after opening C0NN3CT10N$, and I couldn't ask you to get it with me, but I want to be with you, from the moment we met a year ago today I wanted that connection to be with you, so, before I back out again, do you wanna- will you move in with me?’

You really can't believe your ears, he really was perfect for you in the most frustratingly painful of ways, and you hold his hands again and make sure he can't run away as you meet his eye. ‘I was gunna ask you to move in with me tonight, after we finished eating,’ you say with a smile as your bottom lip quivers, and he looks so in love that he almost starts crying again. ‘I should've known you would've remembered we met a year ago today.’

‘I brought all your favourites, I wanted to surprise you,’ he grins with a glance to the takeout, and now you really feel the need to eat all of it in one big feast of adoration. You throw yourself into his arms, knocking him back and making his long leg smack into your coffee table, the glasses threatening to tip over with a warning wobble, and you laugh before nuzzling into his chest the way you can never get enough of. He holds you close, tonight turned out so much better than you'd hoped after so much doubt, and before you know it you're kissing him even more passionately than the couple still on TV.

He still isn't that used to kisses, even after months they make him weak, Simon immediately starting to melt into your cushions as his body relaxes, feeding off of the positive attention until a particularly wonton moan catches you both off guard. He clams right up, his eyes wide again, and you laugh before deciding that microwaves exist for a reason; you pause the movie, the screensaver would certainly save the screen from getting their kiss burned into it as you force yourself to stand, and he follows after you as you lead him to the bedroom. After that first time he has yet to open up enough to fully sleep with you, and it didn't take a genius to know that he was nervous about his lack of experience. It was pretty obvious, with his track record and the way he had a habit of making you stop before you rubbing him through his pants became enough to make him come, you gave him all your patience and didn't draw attention to it, another thing to work through when he was ready. 

But if you were going to live together you didn't want to have to buy a second bed just so he didn't have to sleep on the couch, since he only ever seemed comfortable enough to cuddle with you when you were already sleeping. You don't have to go all the way tonight, you'd have many nights to try that out, but he isn't going back to work without sealing the deal, and he swallows heavily as you shut the door and box him in until his knees are hitting the bed. His legs give out and he falls back, his heart racing hard enough to see the small thump of his shirts, and you resist the urge to eat him up instead of dinner at how incredibly cute one man could be. You're glad that no one else wanted to date him, from the second he came to your table he was yours, he'd all but said it, and you crawl onto the bed and grin at him until his back then hits the headboard.

You don't usually take charge like this, you like making him come undone but he's been so busy with work that you haven't had much time to do anything but kiss and avoid anything too spicy when he visits for his hour to have dinner with you. Tonight wouldn't be the case, they could wait a little longer because the love of your life had just admitted to wanting to live with you for months, he'd even been looking at places, and that was enough reason to make him whine a little with everything you were about to do to him.

‘I-I need to get back before 9:20,’ he reminds you nervously at the look in your eye, but you know he doesn't want to go based on how he's also actively trying to hide how hard he's getting without anything even happening yet.

‘I'll drive you, I'll speed,’ you compromise as you plant yourself on his thighs, trapping him in place before descending on his neck, your hands pulling his layers to the side to get at his flushed skin.

‘I don't want you getting a ticket because o-ah!’ He can't argue when he's too busy trying not to let his voice carry through the walls, but this is a nice place, the sound doesn't travel as easily as he thinks and you very well know it. So you grin against him, suck a mark into pale skin where you know his staff will see when he gets back, but the same isn't on his mind with every attempted thrust into the air for some friction, your body too low to give it to him. His hands find your arms, snake around to your back and your head to hold you in place, he must've been getting backed up for lack of a better word thanks to work, and you make a new decision that he's for sure not leaving this room until you can fix that.

You keep going until he keens, his back arching and his will to keep up appearances gone, he's fully yours and he's ready to accept that if you're ready to prove it, which you've been ready to do since he finally confessed to you. You hum against his skin as your hands travel downwards, go for his belt and lift his shirts out of the way so you can feel the way his stomach heaves under your touch. You drag things out, take it slow even though you'd love to be between his thighs right about now, since the sooner he comes the sooner he'll leave again, you know he will; he'll go to work thinking about how easy it happened and be embarrassed, he'll want to back out of staying with you for being a lightweight, all the excuses he trained you to expect forming in your mind if you gave him a single reason to believe them.

But he doesn't voice them, so you have to silence yourself this time, stay in the moment with him, and he stays in it with you with a shaky exhale when he looks down and watches your hands open his pants. He tries to speak but nothing comes out, you can't help but notice the way he gapes at you in his attempts to form words, and you kiss them away before they can form and swallow up the noises he makes instead. You take him in hand, finish getting him hard - as if he wasn't ready to burst at any second - and give him a light squeeze, your tongue dancing over his when his jaw falls slack. You've only been able to do this a few times, for someone who comes easy he's surprisingly reluctant to let you touch him, just another thing he doesn't want to talk about yet.

He has no qualms tonight, too lost in you to fall into old habits and fears, his mind only on you as you start to grind against his leg for a bit of relief of your own. He moans, like the very thought of you enjoying him this much is more pleasurable than your touch, and so you do it again, giving him some sounds of your own as you pull him out; that's when he stops you, his hands rushing for your wrist to keep you from continuing, and your chest aches for him when you see the blush leave his cheeks only to be replaced with that old look.

‘Wait, we shouldn't,’ he tries to convince you, and you want to argue but you wait, let him explain himself. ‘I like you, okay, I really do, I always have, but- we should give it more time, I'm still getting used to this, I don't- shit, I don't want…’ he stutters again, unable to word his fears as he starts to soften, and you frown and get him to look at you instead of focusing on your floor.

‘Simon, what exactly do you think will happen if I sleep with you?’ you ask as carefully as you can, and he shakes his head, he doesn't want to say it. ‘Look, I know it's your first time, but I want to be your first, I want to have this with you. We don't have to do it tonight, but you have no idea how much I-’

‘This isn't my first time,’ he cuts in so suddenly that you choke on your next word. 

‘It's not?’

‘No, it's just… been a while,’ he admits to you, but now you're confused because if he wasn't holding back due to that, then what troubled him? He must see the look on your face because he sits back, his hands covering himself and his face reddening again, but in embarrassment this time. ‘The last person I was with, it was before my time at the Academy, so it's been years now, but she… It was just a hookup, something we decided to do on the fly when I was celebrating getting accepted, but when we got to the hotel and things started, I dunno.

‘I thought I did everything right, I c- she got me off while we were getting ready, I could've gone again but she got so annoyed, thought I was going to leave her cause I'd gotten what I wanted, didn't wanna listen to me and stormed out.’ He pauses, his hands clenching over each other with a deep frown. ‘And then I got kicked out, lost my place so I stopped meeting people, didn't think I'd ever wanna be with anyone else until I met you. And I like you so much, I don't know how to slow down when we get like this, and every single time you make me feel so good but you never let me… return the favour. I want to, I want to touch you so bad that just the thought of making you feel as good as you make me feel is always enough to get me off when I'm alone, but you never let me.’

You sit back and just stare, you had no idea he felt that way since you've gotten so into the habit of wanting to cherish him after everyone letting him down. Even when you were also alone and thinking about him you always tend to base your fantasies around everything you want to do to him, and in your attempts to give him attention you made things one-sided. ‘I'm sorry, I didn't realize,’ you mumble as you look down this time, but the second he sees he's made you upset the entire mood flips, his hands leaving his lap to grab onto you; you fall back, his long legs easily sliding out to allow him to shift until he's the one kneeling over you, loosely straddling you as you stare up at him. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, you've never given him the chance to be on top, and something about him feels different from this position.

‘I don't want you to focus on me, I can last if you let me focus on you,’ he pleads but it isn't desperate, he just wants the chance to cherish you back, and you swallow before reaching between his legs and wrapping your hand back around him.

‘I can be patient, if you say you can do more then I don't want to stop until you're satisfied, so let me touch you first, at least for tonight,’ you whisper to him, his Adam's apple bobbing and his eyes welling up again before he kisses you, his hips moving so he could fuck your hand. You grin and let him move to your neck, his eager mouth getting used to worshiping you in real time until he latches on and whines. He loves this, this is something he clearly doesn't want to hold back on, and his right hand explores your body while his left holds himself up. He's a never ending symphony of sound above you, enjoying this chance while taking what he needs, and when he comes it’s with a jut of his hips and a broken sound you've never heard before. 

You feel the warmth spread over your clothes as he drips white onto your stomach, your eyes shutting in bliss as he savours the moment before getting right back to it. He really was ready to go again, another misunderstanding getting in the way of all the possibilities he'd just opened up to you, and you love him all the more as he pushes your shirt over your head. He travels down, finally getting acquainted with your body after many nights of you slowly learning every inch of him, and you watch him with a smile when his pants get in the way and he kicks them off entirely. It's the most you've seen of him, his dick already getting hard again as the mere feeling of your body under his hands becomes everything he's ever wanted.

So many nights staying up late, going through the trashed data, watching couples come to his places of work and eating together, his hands touching everything except for another person while the people he went to shot him down for this or that. Now he was yours, and he could touch you whenever he wanted, and apparently he really wants to get a proper start on that, his hands slipping underneath you to cup your ass and shift you closer to him. 

You laugh, you love seeing him be able to revel in this without any doubt, and he lets out a small chuckle at the sound of your voice before latching onto a nipple. He teases it lightly between his teeth, licks and sucks at sensitive skin until it becomes too much for him and he's the one that needs a break even though you're the one getting stimulated. You laugh again, let him rut against your leg and just breathe a moment, and wait for him to shift down until he's between your spread thighs.

‘All these months I've wanted to do this,’ he sighs at the sight, his hands now undoing your pants and pulling them down your hips, his breath coming out a little faster until he suddenly stops again and scrambles for his clothes. You sit up, worried that something might be wrong when he pulls out his phone, his body moving faster than his brain can keep up with before he comes to his senses all at once. ‘Sorry! Sorry, I just- I've been thinking about this for months now, I save everything you send me, I even made you your own folder but I haven't been able to ask yet-’ Another pause, his phone aimed from you to the sheets as his eyes widen. ‘I'm being creepy again, aren't I?’

‘You're being yourself, and that's exactly why I fell in love with you,’ you reassure him truly and honestly, your hands angling the camera back at your bare body and your heart racing faster because of it. ‘I've never done this before, you won't share these with anyone, will you?’

‘Fuck no!’ he blurts out in shock, like the very idea of anyone else seeing you this way is a crime punishable by law, and you relax under his gaze and let yourself open up in the camera's view. You wordlessly give him permission to pose you, let yourself be moved as his thumb presses repeatedly over the button to save you to his memory, his eyes focused and serious at this new level of trust. It isn't as embarrassing as you think it would be, in fact, you really feel like you're his this way, and when he's satisfied, or can't wait anymore, he sets his phone down on your nightstand and lowers himself between your thighs. His mouth worships you like no one ever has before, mapping every inch to his own memory between kisses and sucked marks into your skin.

Your head falls back and you just let him work, your fingers tangling into his hair and messing up it too much to return to work like that, but the bar is now the last thing on his mind for once; he moans against you, nails digging into goosebumped skin, urging you to come until your back arches and you do on his tongue. His eyes roll back as he savours the taste, and when your eyes meet again you have to wonder if he's also thinking that this might be heaven. You don't have a chance to ask, your afterglow isn't ready yet, and he grins at you as he leans back against your headboard once more and starts to stroke himself.

‘Told you, I can go again,’ he pants at the sight of you undone before him, and you lick your lips before mirroring him, spreading wetness over yourself before touching hot and sensitive skin. Your legs are heavy as you force yourself to get up, crawl back onto his lap and find your place there, your hands moving to chase a second release as your mouths find each other again. You don't take back control, you're feeling a bit too boneless to ride him, but touching yourself while he gets off to you will very much suffice for tonight, and he seems to agree with another tight grip to your ass. 

You can feel his knuckles brush yours as you work, your back arching against him, riding the high of it all until you break first, collapsing hard against his chest and moaning into his shoulder until you can’t move anymore. That's enough for him, Simon crying again as he comes a second time, his mouth open with another broken sound until the most content smile takes over as he relaxes under you with a pleased sigh.

You can feel him still twitching when you close the space between you, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, his dick giving a tired throb between your legs and his come mixing with his first mess. You both catch your breath, the room filled with the sounds of you until he laughs again, and you look up to see him covering his eyes and smiling like a madman. ‘What?’ you ask when he starts to cry harder, and he opens his fingers to look at you through them.

‘I love you so much,’ is all he says, and he means it with every part of him, not a trace of doubt showing in his watery eyes. ‘You really feel the same for me, don't you?’

‘Of course I do, I wanted you to have a spare key to my place before we even started dating,’ you remind him with a small shove, and he wipes away his tears and looks around for something to then wipe his hand off on. ‘You don't know how happy I am that you want to live with me, this place always feels so empty when you're not here now,’ you softly confess to him, Simon stilling under you with a small hitch of breath. ‘Those mornings when I wake up and you're still here are some of the best I've ever had, getting to open my eyes and see you, I wish you didn't have to open so early.’

‘...No one's ever… I never thought anyone would feel this way about me, not after what happened.’ He sniffs and you kiss away the next tear that falls, your hand finding his and linking fingers together, clasped between your chests.

‘I told you that your black marks didn't make you who you were, and yeah, I feel so much for you that I want you to move in here. And someday in the future we'll get a place where we can each get an office, but for now I want to know what this place looks like with you in it,’ you tell him with more kisses to the tip of his nose, his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. ‘I'll bring my desk into the bedroom so you can appreciate the view for once, we can go shopping for another dresser so you can move in all your clothes, not just a drawer full. I'll order some more bookshelves and you can spread out all the things you collect and make, add some more hooks by the door for your coats, rearrange the cupboards so there’s room for your things, too.

‘I wanna wake up in the morning and hear you showering on the other side of my wall, or tinkering away on your next project in your free time when you get off work. I want my pillows to smell like you, and my blankets to feel warmer with you next to me, and when we sit down for dinner I want to watch you leave with the knowledge that you’ll be back, you’ll always come back.’ You’re saying too much but once you start it all comes out, every single reason that got you to want him to move in in the first place. ‘You’ve spent so long alone, Simon, I want to be the reason you never feel alone again, that is, if you let me.’

He thinks about it for a while, so much longer than you expect considering he was the one to ask you to move in first, and when he opens his mouth the first sound that comes out isn’t a word, but a choked out noise. ‘This place is pretty nice, I can help you move your desk in here this weekend,’ he finally decides with a trembling lip, his words wavering as he fights to keep them straight, which you also mirror when you hear them. ‘House hunting is boring when you do it alone, anyway.’

‘It really is,’ you agree with a weak laugh, your head resting on his shoulder as you look lovingly up at him before you remember that this can’t last. ‘It’s getting late, we never finished eating, you’ll end up going back to work hungry if we don’t get up.’

He considers your words before getting comfortable, the blanket pulled over you before he realizes that he’s about to spread his mess all over your clean sheets; he reaches for his shirt and uses it as a rag, thank goodness he has clothes to spare here, and he tosses it towards your laundry basket and misses spectacularly. ‘It’s been a slow night, I think I can spare another hour to eat, today means a lot to me, after all,’ he announces to you with a flourish of your spared blanket pulled over your shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your back.

‘Means a lot to me, too,’ you murmur as you sink into the bed, your stomach growling for the dinner it missed, but you can be patient forever when it comes to him, ‘besides, who says that you’re the only one who can go more than once?’

He doesn’t answer, but the way you successfully get his face to turn red again says it all; asking him to live with you really was the best decision you could’ve come up with, and you have absolutely no doubt at all about it as he pins you back to the bed with a truly happy smile.

[greenqueenhightower]

People (Team Black twt) are reading "Oh, he’s Dornish!" as racism and the Rhaenicents who want Alicent to only live for Rhaenyra read it as disgust but Alicent clearly had a thing for Dornish men and Ser Criston in particular.

I’ll quote directly from the first episode’s script. From before Criston even says his first words to Rhaenyra, before Aemma’s death, before Alicent’s marriage to Voserys, before the brothel, before Rhaenyra slept with him, before Alicent feeling betrayed by Rhaenyra lying and getting her father sent away, before Rhaenyra’s wedding and Criston killing Joffrey. Alicent laid eyes on him and was heart eyes emoji.

KING'S LANDING, THE ROYAL BOX

(Ser Criston Cole rides over to the royal box with his helmet off and rested on his saddle. The knight is stunningly handsome: olive-skinned, with dark eyes and black hair.)

ALICENT:

“Gods. He's Dornish.”

(Rhaenyra looks at Alicent, as if trying to vicariously experience whatever it is that Alicent is experiencing.)

(As Ser Criston Cole gazes up at Rhaenyra and Alicent...)

SER CRISTON COLE:

“I was hoping to ask for the princess's favor.”

(Alicent's hopes are dashed. She looks at her younger, royal friend with envy.)

(Princess Rhaenyra and Alicent are far too caught up in their romantic fantasies to notice that the king and his Hand have quickly left the royal box in the middle of the tournament.)

Their romantic fantasies are Criston= Alicent, Daemon= Rhaenyra

It disproves that the only reason why Alicent wants Criston is because Rhaenyra had him. Alicent was attracted to him and Emily Carey said she in love with him and got bullied. Rhaenyra wasn’t interested in Criston upon meeting, didn’t see what Alicent saw in him and only built a relationship with him because he was all that was there. She was shunning Alicent, barely speaking to her father and Daemon was exiled/in the stepstones. Rhaenyra was never in love with Criston, he was just sex to her and a stand in friend.

It also should shut the “Alicent wants everything Rhaenyra has! She’s obsessed with Rhaenyra and using Criston as a vessel to be close to her!” people up too.

Alicent is capable of physical attraction towards certain men. Alicent is attracted to Criston and has been for 20 years. Her girlhood crush turned into a deep love and understanding somewhere during the 16-17 years he’s been her sworn protector. Rhaenyra never had Criston the in the ways Alicent has him. His one time sexual encounter with Rhaenyra, a brief stint in her service and a fling that led need badly doesn’t come close to holding the same weight of nearly 2 decades of service, friendship, trust, support, mutual attraction, pining and him loving and protect her children too.

Nobody ever says that Harwin was Rhaenyra’s substitute for Alicent with his brown curly hair, big brown eyes, hand of the king father and his Andal and first men blood.

Of course Alicent had a thing for Criston! I read "God's, he's Dornish!" as an exclamation of amazement and an audible attraction of Alicent towards *exotic* Dornish men.

Thanks for adding the script excerpts, it is clear that Alicent is intentionally interested in Criston as early as episode 1. This is why Rhaenyra's later betrayal doubly hurts because Rhaenyra not only betrayed Alicent's friendship but also showed her that she believed herself to be entitled to anything Alicent might have liked or wanted for herself. And it pained Alicent even more, because Rhaenyra knew that Alicent, being married to the king, could not have wanted or let herself desire Criston, yet Rhaenyra was free to do as she liked and rubbed that on Alicent's face.

Therefore, I think it matters greatly for both Alicent and Criston that they finally consummate their blossoming love in S2, and Alicent finally feels that she has found her previously denied freedom to seek what she desires.

Your above analysis is on point! Thanks so much for the ask💚 You also make such a good point about Harwin being Alicent's substitute for Rhaenyra, I have never thought of that before!

[togethernow]

Get ready for an extra special edition of Headcannons!

Anyways RHYTHM HEAVEN PRIDE HEADCANONS YIPPEE!!!!

They're in no particular order btw

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

The Paddlers and the Cosmic Paddlers (and I guess the space and cosmic dancers too) are agender!

Yeah their whole general species is agender. They also reproduce asexually (as in paddler babies just pop up out of nowhere)

Oh yeah... on the topic of people from space...

Cosmic girl is trans! (A trans girl to be more specific)

DJ Yellow and DJ Blue are both gay

And dating!

Aheehee they're so so so SO cute

I think DJ Blue always had a crush on Yellow, and since Yellow is always was a physical affection sort of guy even towards friends, Blue always felt super flustered Yellow would hug him or something.

For Yellow, it took a while, but I think he fell in love with Blue after about 2-3 years.

Student Rocker/Deshi/Cecil/whatever you call them is non binary!

They go by they/them

JJ's demi aroace!

He's pretty standoffish and I feel like if he did fall in love with someone, he would still act all cold and distant. (There will be signs though!)

hehehehe flustered JJ...

Wandering Samurai's aroace!

Literally cause while they were out dating n stuff he was here studying the blade

Also I thought it would be funny cause a bunch of ladies like him

I mean he's still flustered cause you would be too if a lady just up and lunged at you, right?

He's more interested in keeping the peace instead of saving the damsels though

UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN-

And it's allllll you guy's fault TwT/hj

They are the epitome of banger date idea: fight another couple

Adore is pan!

Heh heh fun fact she actually has a pretty big crush on Assistant (you guys didn't hear that from me btw)

Oh yeah, speaking of Assistant...

She likes girls :3

Does she like Adore back? Idk maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

(UUUUGGGGGHHHH WHY IS THERE ONLY THIS AND THE SPRITE OF HER FROM NINTENDO BADGE ARCADE AND NOT THE ONE WHERE SHE LOOKS SUPER HAPPY)

(and yes I'm getting these from rhwiki.net, the superior rhythm heaven wiki)

Ann Glerr is aroace and agender!

In terms of everything in life, it really said "Nah, I'd fish."

She goes by she/it btw

Squirrel dude's also aroace!

(Gee, so many aroace people today...)

(Totally no bias here >:3)

Also because I thought it would be funny

I feel like for Squirrel especially, he legitimately does NOT understand what romance is, despite how long he's been with his colleagues for

Like he just thinks it's like friendship+, which it kinda is? But not at the same time?

Idk Squirrel man, keep studying the science of love and one day, you might get it

And last but not least...

THEY!!!!!!

OML

THEY LITERALLY

AUAUAAUUAUGUGUGUGHGUHGUGHAUUAGUHUAHUGUHU

AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

Ok gotta explain them

Skip this next section if you don't want to read a MASSIVE MASSIVE LORE DUMP

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Uhhhh so basically in high school Pitcher was uhhh...

not doing too good

For reasons I'll probably explain in the future, (idk how far into the future), she was hit with the dysphoria™ and had this whole like mysterious/tough kid persona

I'll be referring to Pitcher as he in this next segment, as that was how he wanted to be called back then

He was part of the school's coed baseball team, and would wear his baseball uniform all the time, avoiding classes and hiding out in the boy's bathroom or the roof for most of the day.

He had very little friends, like Julia/Senpai/His Crush/whatever you call her since they were childhood friends, They weren't that close, though, since Senpai was very busy with studying or student council meetings or whatever (she was, in fact, the Ultimate Senpai!). Pitcher had A Boy/Romeo/Kouhai as his main friend for a while, due to their troubles in making friends with others (Pitcher cause of his standoffish-ness and Kouhai because of his social anxiety).

But there was also...

Reporter.

Oh sweet, chipper, who shines just like the sun Reporter. Reporter was a popular girl who got along with just about anyone you could think of. That made her job of being the reporter for the school newspaper very easy. That, in turn, made her appear at many schools events, like school dances, tournaments, and... baseball games.

Reporter was supposed to interview players for a segment in the newspaper the next week and she noticed a person she never saw in the school before.

Pitcher saw her approaching and hid somewhere before she could interview him. 'Damn, it's that annoying ass girl' he probably thought. From behind the bleachers, Pitcher watched her interview his other teammates, making sure that she wouldn't come her way. However, as he looked at her, he realized something.

'Ghghghhh... She's so damn cute!'

I mean like, Pitcher VERY WELL knew he was attracted to girls, even in like middle school, but most of those girls were like, beautiful celebrities on tv n such. Reporter was different, though. The way she was always so chip n cheerful, the way she always added meaningful comments in conversations no matter what, Pitcher felt something deep inside him. Like he wanted to squeeze the life out of her, but not in a malicious way or anything.'

'Damn, no wonder why everyone wants to talk to her...'

His hand covered his burning cheeks. Was he really getting this flustered over Reporter of all people??? He growled and scampered home, not wanting to think of it any longer.

Meanwhile, the event was winding down, and Reporter realized that she still didn't get to talk to the infamous, elusive pitcher. She looked and asked everywhere, but she couldn't find him no matter what. Eventually, she reluctantly went home herself.

On the way, her mind exploded with various scenarios on how a conversation with the pitcher would go. What would it be like to sit down face to face with him and talk about whatever? What would the inner thoughts of someone like that be like? Why did she never see him until today? Before she knew it, her heart was racing, and not just because she really wanted to talk to him. That day, she vowed

"I'm gonna talk to him no matter what!!!"

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Annnnnnd ramble over

If you made it to the end, you're a real one. Thanks for sticking along. Happy pride month to you all!!

[hsrlanedefencesquad]

Ok so I've finally played the haze story and the premier was ok, nothing special, nothing bad about it (same way I've always felt about alice's other books so maybe this writing style just doesn't resonate with me) but I still have high hopes for this story...it has so much opportunity to get better

Things I didn't like:

Alice should have explored on Lada and veraya's relationship more, they didn't feel close to me, so much so that I wasn't moved by the sister's death at all

Dragan - what's this guy's problem??? No seriously, I hate this "boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you" CHILDISH ASS TROPE. It's not even a sort of dislike that I can digest from a red flag, no he is full on being mean and insulting & looks like he hates mc with every fiber of his being (I mean he literally clenches his jaw when he sees her coming) I don't like this (and this is coming from someone who loves romancing red flags) I really hope he has a GREAT excuse for why he acts that way other than he has a secret crush on her or else that would be stupid and I will use all my diamonds in making him miserable anyway I can

I was really expecting better from an RC writer not to do this annoying ass trope ESPECIALLY because GOE has already done it and it was no less ANNOYING...like what's going on with the "Boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you & you think he is in love with your dead twin sister but he is actually in love with you" trope?? Did Alice just take inspiration from anastasia's cas route or did a book recently blow up in book twt that had this trope, making other authors go crazy & venture into it or what?! Stop it, it's annoying & childish 🫵🏾

It's just been 2 episodes and I can already see that Lada has little to no backbone, why did anastasia write Lada being in love with that dragan idiot as the canon?? No like even on the determined/stubbornness path....Lada just keeps blushing like a fool thinking about dragan immediately after the idiot says the most insulting thing about her ever, even when I hadn't taken diamond choices with him, she was already blushing?? I hate my mcs being canonically in love with a character especially when said character is a jerk

Not only that but she also seems pathetic over him too, she obsesses over any little interaction her twin sister has with him, EVEN IN HER DEATH & FUNERAL, like what??? your sister just died and the main thing that made you finally drop a tear was whether dragan's gift was sincere or because he liked your sister so he gave you a gift because she asked.....like I would have been able to accept her having a crush on that idiot if she hated herself for it too or had strong internal monologues struggling with liking someone who despises her, like girl have some dignity please. I don't think I have found any mc so pathetic (in how she treats her romantic feelings aspect) in just 2 episodes.....plus she just feels so empty written (yes it has only been 2 episodes so we can't know much about her but still) it feels like there isn't even anything to know about her and please don't bring up lane because that is a very differently written character, she is written as cold and apathetic but we still could feel out her personality but lada? she isn't even described as being cold or empty, just average yet she still feels so.....meh

(I will humbly offer my apologies and give Alice all the praise if she progresses in the upcoming episodes, please note this isn't my analysis for the WHOLE story just this 2 little episodes so yes I do know there is still room for more and I am excitedly waiting on it. This is not a hate post)

Good thing I can say about Lada is that all her sprites are pretty and even though she feels bad about being average compared to her sister, she doesn't go the pick-me "woe is me, oh look at me I'm not like other girls route or develop some grudge or inferiority complex towards her sister for being better that her, No she accepts the way she is and instead find something else she loves doing that makes her whole)

The races

I either don't have eyes or I'm delusional because let me tell you, I haven't seen ONE black character in this story yet that was all the russians could complain of, either racists are that obsessed with black people that they pretty much see them every where, they aren't or there are some hidden characters that maybe I didn't see because where are the black people everyone was talking about? Only black person I saw was the opportunity to choose your mc's sprite

Infact, the race that I kept on seeing was asian (this also seemed weird to me but I googled it and it says slavic people extended to some parts of asia so they rightfully belong there & I don't really know what the russians have to complain about)

[ittostine]

just like magic

kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

or

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion. 

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake. 

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime. 

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.” 

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally? 

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again. 

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

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“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him. 

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands. 

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath. 

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him. 

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically. 

“i’ll be sure to call.” 

“you better.”

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hi again, it's the crunchy fish stick! (oops, late reply...been busy lol) You and your QPP are really cute and I'm happy for you guys!!

Honestly I reached out to begin with cause at the time there was this online friend who I wasn't sure if I was squishing or crushing on or not at the time (he felt similarly, but without the squish part) and we agreed to give it some time to see if we should try dating or just leave it as is...and I felt like I should research because of that to find out if a) maybe I'm arospec, b) maybe we should QPR, c) is it really that difficult to be long distance.... After an evening of research and some thinking afterwards, it turns out that I feel aroflux! (and if you feel aroflux then that means you are one, like with everything else) Soooooo we had a conversation and now we've been dating for almost a month despite being half the world apart/having a 10 hr gap (funny how that's kinda similar to you and your QPP lol) and it's nice

He's allocishet (is that actually offensive?? I still don't know ^^;) but it felt great that he actually listened to my idea of "should we QPR" (even though we didn't go with that) and he didn't mind that I'm aroflux and yeah, it was a good feeling. Hopefully we won't miss each other too much cause we're both kinda busy people and also unable to travel for some years...though I guess ping spree-ing (spamming) each other on Discord in our spare time helps lol

Ummm idk if it's okay to be prattling on so much with technically irrelevant stuff ^^; but it felt right to share. Tbh I feel like that other anon who said sex was like donuts to them, but for me it's romance--it's good and fun, enjoyable when it happens, but I could see myself living my life without it just fine. (though I've only been in an online situationship that ended badly before, until recently with my now-bf...) I think the idea that being without a romantic partner for life or being a forever virgin is the worst thing ever to happen...I think people who have that idea and mindset stuck in their heads are kind of silly tbh--there's so much to life outside of romance or sex! (I'm sure you know that fully well too lol, this is me agreeing) Although I'd like to try kissing and other romantic gestures or maaaaaybe sex in the future, they don't seem like goals to me atm--is this something allos could think too?

Now that I've started "the thoughts" and prattling, I think I could talk even more but I should stop now lol

Hope you feel awesome--cause both you and your work/comics are awesome--and this is the crunchy fish stick signing off for now because she has a tendency to go on too long!

(one last thought: QPRs are like super customizable t-shirts?? how's that take?)

Aaaaaaa hello!! Thank you so so much for sending news and sharing your experience, this was super heartwarming to read TwT I'm so glad it turned out well for you guys and I wish you the absolute best!! And good luck with the distance too! Though hey, if you're giving it a try it means you're confident you can deal with it, so I have faith in you guys^^ May you be happy and vibe the way you want to vibe!

(Also I quite like that take! My godson when I explained my QPR to him also used the word "customized" to sum it up in his own words, so that definitely resonates with my experience as well)

[noahschnappinfs]

Everytime I see those hate posts with lots of likes I remember that Noah’s spam acc almost has 600k followers. Not all of them are fans but yk what I mean. Also his WB post got 1mil likes or a little bit more. It’s a post about Will, but people still liked his post, his haters don’t do that lol. There are 8bil people on this planet, most of them don’t even know about Noah or just don’t care. And yeah, some of them just follow what other people say, especially on twitter. Also didn’t a post on tiktok about people having a crush on Noah in the past (it was about him coming out as gay, not him becoming "problematic") got 1mil likes?

Sometimes it’s cool that I’m from Eastern Europe ha. ST fandoms here love Noah or just don’t care about him. There are few Noah haters but I noticed that most of them are obsessed with twt/western internet culture so that tracks lol. There’s a vid about his cancellation and it got almost 100k views and all of the comments (there were like 5 hate comments only I think haha) were supporting him or saying something like “Damn that was a stupid move from him why did he do all that but whatever not a big deal”

it’s impressive that after all the hate he’s has received, he’s still the most followed male actor in the show. that says a lot about his appeal and like you mentioned, he also has a successful new tiktok which is impressive considering that it’s private and he keeps kicking people out if they are hateful.

yes, i also saw that tiktok of a girl remembering how she cried when noah came out because she had a crush on him. it was posted quite recently and got like 1M likes, it was full of other girls expressing the same sentiment.

i’ve also talked with some friends about the fact that i think this whole outrage is a very american thing. i don’t want to dive too deep into my opinions about that but i agree with you on that one and you can ask a bunch of non-americans and you’ll get the same answer that most people actually don’t care at all because there’s other crazy stuff happening in our own countries.

i feel like normal people that aren’t as chronically online really don’t care about his “controversies”. remember that aggressively wasted report a few months ago, i saw a tiktok reporting it as news for a more adult public and most of the comments were like “yes he’s a teenager, i also got drunk at his age”. my favourite comment was one that said something like “let noah party” and i was like “yes, let noah party” lol