#idk im fucking tired it's like midnight

[aforests]

back on my matt stone bullshit

[stupidusernamepolicy]

sometimes wish i could like. kms temporarily like kenny southpark. like i just press a button and explode and then wake up the next day with all my stats replenished to 50% like "well got that out of my system time to face the day"

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I gravitate towards jobs and such in which I make decisions, and prefer to live alone which comes with many decisions, and then do creative hobbies that require me to make so many decisions, and I thought "Huh, decisions are hard, what would a nice day without decisions look like?" And then I realized I just meticulously planned out a whole day of no decisions by just making the decisions beforehand.

[atypi-cals]

this is so me rn honestly. sometimes. people have dinner at 12 am and get angry that they're hungry at 9:45 the next morning. Like hello? A year ago i would be fine waiting from dinner time to breakfast time. but noooo now my stomach wants food as soon as I get out of bed. be fucking patient man who the fuck wants to eat at 9:45 am!?

[mwagneto]

idt you guys understand how invested i am in cecilsweep it's 6am and im sitting awake looking at my phone waiting for the final 35 minutes to go by

[myownprivatcidaho]

whats tough about like. Having Chemistry and spending time with someone at the start of the spring semester is that valentines day is coming up and its like a make or break point with what you may or may not Be and you have to question what direction things are headed in and its a pressure just Not present in the fall semester idk. idk

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[akireu-13]

finally did the math and i have/will be working 65 hours in one week lol, average of 9hrs per day, which is more time than i spend sleeping

not counting the time i spend travelling, which would make it ~73, which means an average of 10hrs every day

could pick up a shift tomorrow and make it 71 (80 with travel)

[zackcharine]

AUGH I forgot to add screenshots to that Followed post like I said I would,,,,,

[crustuu]

i feel like im manipulating people into liking me. being an incessant asshole "grinding out" socialization with people to "max our stats" like it's a fucking video game. and like i know im human, im a social animal. socialization is Normal and im just Making Friends. but my brain fucking hates me i guess, because when i do it its actually because i have evil motives and im selfish and dont deserve to talk to people. i have nothing to offer, everyone around me is so much better than i could ever be and im just a waste of time. a waste of energy. it feels like i could be dropped at a moments notice when people realize i dont add anything of value so i get scared at any perceived threat. even tho theres no threats, nobodys gonna drop me, im fine, and people genuinely care about me. but also it is so hard to fully believe that, and i dont even know why.

[phagodyke]

and now after having disturbed sleep last night I'm having an episode of insomnia tonight. I can't fucking do this man my skull is going to cave in if I have any more thoughts ever

[plumberrypudding]

ik it’s after 9pm and therefore officially ‘don’t trust negative feelings ab ur life’ time but man. this shit kinda sucks ass actually.

like when you have a neurological developmental disorder that affects your brain and the way your whole mind works And Also an autoimmune disorder that effects your endocrine system and the way your whole body works. basically your whole shit is just fucked. and it fucking blows

[deeisace]

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[outlawyunho]

Pretty - Shota Aizawa

word count - 3K synopsis - shota aizawa would do anything for you, even if it meant going past his comfort zone. warnings - she/her reader, drunk! reader, aizawa is the king of consent lets be real, coercion, reader is a horny mess but so is aizawa, aizawa is S-O-F-T for reader lemme tell you, some kissing, grinding, heavy petting (maybe?), dub-con if you squint, idk this was entirely self indulgent im not gonna lie to you minors do not interact

It's not like this was the first time he'd seen you utterly shit-faced. No, not in the slightest. He's known you for years, since high school when he was just a floppy haired emo boy and you were a goddess that decided three dorks were her best friends. He's seen you drunk countless times over the years, thanks to Mic and his ability to make you forget you are a grown up. A Pro-Hero at that. But you were too persuaded by your friends' efforts to have a good time. Shot after shot after shot- Aizawa lost count after the fifth double shot that you pounded back, giggling with Mic as Aizawa watched you wipe the liquor that was trailing down your chin.  He should have known right then he was in for a hell of a night.

"Okay, just..shit.. okay.." He's struggling, he really is, between your limp body held to his chest by his strong arm that's wrapped around your waist and the effort it took to get you here, in his apartment, he's more than happy to tuck you to sleep in his bed and call it a night on the couch. Expect you're not only drunk, you're high. High off some dank smelling stuff Midnight pulled out of her purse while you were all waiting for the cab. Aizawa loves his friends but sometimes he loathes them so completely it drives him mad. Face pinched tight, the tips of his ears blushed a deep crimson. That's how he looked standing beside you outside the bar as you swayed and laughed as you hit the thick blunt Mic passed you. 

He drops you as carefully as he can onto his large couch, winded and tired as he tosses his keys on the coffee table and loosens his tie. You lay there giggling to yourself as you stare up at him, your eyes redder than his at this point. His hair is tucked back in a loose attempt at a half up bun, the strands that normally lay over his eyes tucked neatly behind his ears, and his face is clean shaven and flushed from lugging your nearly limp body up the stairs.

"You're so pretty." You coo and fuck if it doesn't make his stomach flip- but you're drunk. Completely wasted in fact and he knew it when you had told Mic before the two of you had left that you thought he was an amazing singer. Aizawa knows for a fact that's a lie. 

"Yeah, yeah. You're so fucking gone. How does your body even handle that much alcohol?" His voice is gruff but there's a fondness in it. Because of course there is. He loves you. Has loved you since said emo days. It's never stopped, never ceased in the slightest. Why else would he deal with your excessively drunk ass? 

You stretch, either completely ignoring or just not hearing his words, stretch nice and big with your arms thrown over you head and your back arched sharply. A hollow moan rumbles out of your mouth and through his apartment and his eyes flicker to the velvet skirt of your dress that has fallen so dangerously close to exposing you. Aizawa looks at the ceiling, jaw clenching, fist balled up in the pockets of his black slacks. 

"So pretty.." Your voice is far off, a gentle murmur to yourself as you keep staring at him like he put the stars in the night sky. 

"Don't be ridiculous." He says about your comment because.. yeah, you're definitely beyond drunk right now. "You need to sleep this off, gonna feel like shit tomorrow."

It's like you dont even fucking hear him. 

"Mm, but I mean it. Think about you so much." You smooth your bare foot down his slack covered thigh, your mouth parted and pretty as you say, "So pretty and kind and strong, drive me crazy, Sho." 

Aizawa can't fucking breathe. Heart pounding in his chest as he looks down at the sight of you, looking so fucked out but he hasn't even touched you. No, this was all your own doing. 

No. This was the alcohol. The weed. You didn't mean it, you were just fucked up. 

"Angel." His voice is a warning and fuck if he can't see the way it makes your whole body shiver. Oh, this isn't good. "You are way too drunk and I am way too sober to have this conversation right now."

"I'm not that drunk!" Expect it's all slurred words and mashed teeth and if you weren't looking at him like you might consume his soul he might have laughed at that. "Don't you want me, Shota?" 

God, his face is burning, dick twitching in his slacks and it washes deep shame through his body. He feels like he's fucking short circuiting, his resolve wobbling like your bottom lip as you look up at him with your most appealing doe eyes. 

"How about, uh, I.. I make you something to eat and then you can sleep this off?" His voice is held together by a wavering thread, words filling his dry mouth as fast as he can form them. He can't do this right now. He needs you to carry your ass to sleep so he can go take care of the massive problem you've brought to life in his pants. 

You sit up, teetering only slightly as you lean you head against the back of the couch and groan, rubbing your thighs together and fuck, Aizawa is doing everything he can to not think about that. You're so….needy. 

"I don't wanna eat, I want you." You peer up at him, and he knows what you're about to do before you even do it. What's worse? He knows he's gonna fucking fall for it. Like he always does. "I guess you don't want me though.." 

Your voice is pathetic, breathy and wounded, and your face is so downtrodden, that frown so deep it sends a pain through Aizawa's heart like a dagger. 

He sits on the couch quickly, locking his gaze on your watery eyes. Fuck, you were actually crying about this. Aizawa wants to die when his dick twitches at the sight of a lone tear tracking down the pretty apple of your cheek. You do things to him, things that no one else is able to do and the worst part is you don't even have to try.

"I didn't say I didn't want you." He says cautiously, thumb wiping the tears away as you turn to him with that fucking pout that never fails to work on him. 

You lean into the warmth of his hand, your own fingers coming to wrap tight around his wrist to keep him there. 

"But.. you keep saying no." You pout and he wants to kiss it off your face. 

"No. I'm saying you're drunk and I'm not gonna take advantage of my best friend because she's drunk. That's not me." His voice is stern. Resolute. But then your mouth parts and the tip of your pretty pink tongue swipes over the tip of his thumb and he almost loses his shit right then and there. 

"You're not taking advantage of me if I want it." You say so coyly and Aizawa snatches his hand back, points an accusing finger at your wicked smiling face. 

"You can't want it if you're drunk, Angel. Stop fighting me on it. The answer is no." He's steady and authoritative on the outside but on the inside his heart is pounding, cock aching within its confines. All Aizawa can really think is "What the fuck is going on?" He'd never seen you act like this before. 

"Okay." You sigh sadly, voice small. You seem to curl in on yourself as you sit next to him but then your head pops up and the hair on the back of his neck stands on end when you press him with the most innocent look. If he didn't know you, he might have fallen for it, but he does know you. Knows that you're a manipulative little shit when you wanted to be, especially when it's to get him to do something he doesn't wanna do. 

"What about.." You start and he's about to cut you off before you can even say whatever ridiculous shit you've managed to think of in the messy state you're in, but he's not quick enough. "Just one little kiss, please Shota?" 

"No, absolutely not." But his stomach does this stupid little flip just at the thought and he can't not look down at your lips. You catch him, eyes glinting as you scoot a little closer. You may be a Pro-Hero but you are a fucking evil women. Sinful in a way that Aizawa isn't sure he can stay away from, no matter his moral compass. 

"Just one itty bitty kiss and I'll go to bed like a good girl, I promise, Sho." You look so good saying it, and sound even better. But Shota Aizawa is not a fool and Shota Aizawa has known you far too long to let something so hormonal ruin one of his most treasured friendships, even if he did want you so badly it was tearing him up inside. 

You shuffle closer, right hand coming down softly on his thigh and his whole body freezes. His eyes slant as he looks over to you. 

"I said-" 

"You won't be doing anything wrong, Shota. I know you'd never take advantage of me." You lean in, ghost you breath across his neck and Aizawa seriously can't fucking breathe. "You're the best friend a girl could ask for, Sho, I know you'd never hurt me " 

Your voice is honey dipped venom and Aizawa's chest seizes when your thumb starts stroking a soft line up and down his thigh. 

No, no, no, no, no. Fuccckk.

Your lips look so soft, bitten and shiny with your spit and so close. He imagines you taste like whiskey and cherries and the spearmint chapstick you made him put in his pocket so you didn't lose it. 

"I…I.." 

"I promise I'll be so good, just for you." 

"Only one." He says and….wait what the fuck did he say? His brain has betrayed him, or maybe it was his dick, doesn't matter when there isn't anytime to process what the fuck he's just agreed to. 

You're pressing your lips to his as his mind flounders, your nails digging into the meat of his thigh as you taste him for the first time after all these years. 

You moan so loud and lewdly, it ricochets around his living room, and his head, and his heart. The sound sends a shiver down both of your spines. You taste just like he thought you would, plush lips pushed against his own. The kiss wasn't anything special but because it was you it was the hottest kiss Aizawa has ever had. 

Only one. Only one. Only one. 

No, he can't, he has to stop this. You taste too sweet, the little moans and whines escaping your throat are doing too much for him. He wants to hear more. Needs to hear more; but not like this. Not when you're drunk. He'd be a horrible friend, a horrible person, if he let this continue. So he pulls away, leaning back, eyes fluttering open, mouth beginning to speak.

He can't get a single fucking thing out when your pushing back towards him, your hands grabbing his face to hold him still. It's him that moans this time, a shocked gaspy moan that you swallow without a second thought. You toss your leg over his lap, grind yourself down against the hard line of his cock beneath his pants. 

This kiss was miles away from the other. Teeth biting against his bottom lip, your tongue licking into his mouth, your hands ruining the bun he had his hair in as you yank the black tie out. And your hips, they won't stop grinding against him, it's so hot but so wrong and that stomach bubbling shame makes its appearance again. He braces his hands on your hips trying, in vain, to stall you but you only work faster. Rutting and whining and whispering his name. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

He separates your mouths, bites at his lip when you settle for licking a fat stripe up his neck, sucking just below his ear.

"We can't, we gotta stop." He doesn't know how he manages to get the words out and somehow he's unsure if they even came from him. He's never sounded like this before. What the hell are you doing to him? 

You pin his hands against the back of the couch, something that felt so strange considering he could have you wrapped up in his scarf in barely a second. Except, he doesn't have the scarf at this moment and you've driven his willpower straight into the mud. 

"I'm so sorry, Shota." You whisper into his ear, licking at his ear lobe. "I'm sorry, I just need you so bad."

In that second, with your mouth and hips dizzying his brain, he finally realizes something. 

He wasn't taking advantage of you, you were taking advantage of him. 

The realization hits him so hard he gasps; or maybe that was because you picked that moment to swivel your hips just so that he could feel the way your lips parted under your lace panties and slotted over him. Even through the layers he could feel that wet hot heat. 

"Gotta stop." Was he even trying? "Angel, we have to stop. We g-gotta go to sleep before this gets out of hand." He tries once again to push you away but you only shake your head and clinge tighter, fingers lost in his hair as you chase the release that's been slowly building in your stomach. 

"No." You grit out between this little gasp that has his hands clenching in the skirt of your dress. He doesn't move them, they just sit there gripping the fabric as he thinks about how much of a pathetic weak man he is for letting you trick him like this. "Don't wanna sleep, want you to fill me up. Wanna feel you deep inside me, Shota." You punctate his name with a high pitched whine and that's it, that's all it takes. 

That wavering thread, his moral compass? Gone just from the way you say his name. 

He lunges at you, wraps his hand around the column of your throat and for the first time since you jumped him your hips finally still. 

"You are such a fucking brat." Aizawa growls, squeezing your throat just tight enough to make your head fuzzy. You wanted to play dirty? Fine. He could be dirty too.

He reaches his hand behind you to blindly drag the zipper on the back of your dress down, snatching the front off your shoulders and down your arms. He pulls it down until your bare chest is exposed to him, nipples pebbled in the cool air of his apartment, let's the dress settle around you waist before he's balling his fist in the material and using it to drag your hips against his. 

"Fuckk." He groans, letting his head fall back against the couch. You whimper as you watch him use you now, all that confidence and control gone as you tremble with every grind and rut. He's pushing his hips up into you now, no longer holding back, and the feeling is mind-blowing.

"Shota.." You begin to whisper but he's quickly silencing you with his lips, hungry and searching, as they attack your own. 

"Fucking evil women." He smacks the supple skin of your ass, hard. So hard it has you falling into his chest, burying your nose into his neck. Aizawa grabs the back of your neck with his big hand, presses hard enough that you know that's your place now. You were no longer running the show. 

"Drunk off your fucking ass," he bites out before actually biting into the skin of you shoulder. You whine pathetically, suddenly embarrassed of the sound of your wet soppy cunt humping against his nice trousers. "Can't take no for a fucking answer. Thought you were gonna be a good girl, Angel? What happened to that?" 

You can't speak, your body quivering as you orgasm approaches, a hot white heat that tingles from your head to your toes. You manage to grit out a weak "I'm sorry, Sho.", but it's just about as pathetic as you feel right now. 

"So fuckin' impatient. Why couldn't you have waited till tomorrow?" He grits out, his head spinning. He wouldn't fuck you tonight, that's too far. He knows despite this little performance you've put on that you are in fact still inebriated and he'd never forgive himself if he did something that sober you wouldn't have wanted. But this? If you want to get off so badly, he'll make it happen. 

Because you should know by now- Shota Aizawa would do anything for you. 

"Please." You whimper out even though you're not really sure what you're asking for. But that doesn't matter, because Aizawa knows.

He slips his hand down between the two of you, thumb finding your clit pressed roughly against the wet lace of your panties. He rubs tight, teasing circles over your sensitive nub, kissing and sucking at the soft skin of your chest as he peers up at your pleasure stricken face. You look so beautiful like this, it's addicting, something he's dreamed about for years. To finally experience it though? It was unlike anything he'd imagined, especially when your eyes clamp shut, nails digging into his shoulder as you cum- hard.

"Fuck, Shota!" You gasp around a steady chant of yes yes yes's. "I love you, oh my god, I love you so much, Sho." 

You collapse into his chest, body trembling and jerking every now and then from the small aftershocks that rush through you. He rubs your back as you catch your breath, his lips pressing the sweetest most adoring kisses to your forehead.

"I mean it." You say, breathing heavily through your nose and Shota hums in response as he looks down at where you're cradled to his chest.

"Mean what?" He asks and his breath is ragged, rough sounding. You huff a bit as you adjust your weight in his lap. 

"I'm not that drunk…and that you're pretty…and that..I love you." Your voice is so shy now, so unsure, such a stark comparison from the girl that jumped him only fifteen minutes ago. 

Aizawa feels the heat that rushes to his cheeks, the heavy thud of his heart. He loves you more than you can ever know and hearing you finally say it back, especially while you were grinding against him, was enough to make him cum in his pants.

Which he did. Like a fucking high school kid. It was honestly kinda ridiculous the way you molded him however you wanted to, how he let you do it. He couldn't imagine letting anyone see him the way he allows you to. Only you.

Always you.

"Can we go to sleep now, Angel?" He asks into your temple and you answer with a yawn and a nod, sleepy eyes fluttering shut. 

[muli-wam]

Someone Better

Pairings: Suguru x Fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

Summary: after finding out that your longtime crush was dating your bestfriend, you seek suguru for comfort.

Cw: kinda toxic reader? Slight naoya x reader except he doesnt reciprocate and hes barely mentioned. Idk tho.. p in v, unprotected sex (don't do that mkay?) Dirty talkkk, suguru is kinda shy and slightly pussy drunk. (: Cursing, use of y/n like- once or twice.lmk if I missed anything!

A/n: im tired i wrote this in like 3 hours non stop. Anyways I hope you enjoyyyy and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE REBLOG (: 💕

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You shuffle your feet in disappointment, clenching your fists while picking at the skin on your thumbs.  The loud music pounded through your ears, mixed with the smell of cheap alcohol and sex. You felt goosebumps on your skin, as you dashed outside the house into the cool autumn air or the night.

Why were you so sad? You already knew he didn't like you back, and you also knew he was fucking your best friend. Although, in the process of figuring that out, you fell for someone else.

Someone better.

But that someone was not at the forefront of your mind at the moment, because seeing Naoya walk into the party with your best friend on his arm whispering cheesy compliments in her ear while she looked at you with guilt and sadness sent a shocking wave of dizziness and disappointment through your body.

You not only lost your best friend, but you also felt humiliated for even sending a glance in that asshole's direction.

Naoya was a dick. Everyone knew that. But you tend to fall for those kinds of guys, for some reason your brain shuts down and you turn into a lovesick loser in those types of situations.

If you were more confident, more bold, and not a people pleaser, you would have said something. Maybe you would "accidentally" spill a drink on them or told their friend group that you heard Naoya singing "Tia Tamara" at the top of his lungs in his car when you had walked past the other day, or maybe you would have-

Let's be real. You would have done absolutely nothing.

So instead of sulking, you found yourself dragging your feet across the rough asphalt to the door of the only man you felt safe around: Suguru.

Suguru was new to your guys' university, having just transferred 3 months ago, but in the span of those three months he somehow won your heart over with his charm and annoyingly good looks.

He made your heart beat faster everytime he looked in your direction. You felt like you were floating in the clouds every time you smelled his scent when he got close to you, like those people in the laundry detergent ads.

You had never initiated anything with him though because part of you still liked Naoya, but after this night, you knew that you needed Suguru more than anything.

You knock on his door, suddenly feeling a wave of uncertainty. What if he wasn't home? There were no cars in the driveway and he's probably asleep, I mean it's almost midnight already.

Your thoughts get interrupted by Suguru opening the door, wearing nothing but a white tank top and black sweats. You feel your insides instantly melt at his choice of clothing.

"Y-y/n?" He takes in your appearance, mascara slightly smudged beneath your eyes, making you look more tired than you already were, but good nonetheless. You have on a cropped tank top with a skimpy skirt, leather jacket and black boots, making it obvious that you were at a party.

You looked hot.

But Suguru was too much of a gentleman to say that out loud to you. Instead, he invites you in, tripping over his words in the process. He leads you to his room, where you sit on the foot of his bed, taking in his room. Band posters splayed all over the walls, a baseball sitting randomly on his desk, books on the floor, and his pillows and blankets everywhere. 

His room smelled musky and woody with a hint of cinnamon, creating a relaxing aroma around you.

"S-sorry, I would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming," he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck while paying around his room.

You honestly just want him to come over here and kiss you but he seems like a nervous wreck.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? I just ordered pizza a few hours ago, it might be cold but I could heat it up." He continues ranting.

"Or we could do something else, I could put on a movie or-"

"Suguru," you cut him off.

"Yeah?" He stops his pacing and turns his attention towards you.

"Are you gonna help me take off my clothes or…" you slowly slip off your jacket while looking him deep in the eyes.

"Oh…OH! Shit! Yeah yeah i- uh," he strides over to stand in between your legs as you sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at you hesitantly.

"You sure?"

You nod in confirmation, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Fuuuck," he whispers under his breath as he brings his hand up to pull at your lower lip.

"C'mere," he breathes out before gently nudging you to lay on your back as he kisses you passionately, forcing you to crawl backwards on the bed until you reach the top of the mattress.

He tasted like fall leaves on a cold day, a mixture of spices and sweetness all bundled up together.

He brought a hand up to cradle the back of your skull, stroking his thumb across your cheek, causing you to blush as he kissed you. His other hand was holding himself up on the bed as he situated his hips in between your parted legs.

You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, playing with his raven locks and pulling him impossibly closer to you as a means to deepen the kiss.

He slowly grinds his hips into you, rubbing his growing bulge onto your core, making you moan desperately into the kiss.

His movements are unrushed, as if you two had all the time in the world. Your head starts spinning wildly and you're sure you're going to pass out with how dizzy you feel. Your brain is put into a euphoric haze, not wanting to pull away from him ever.

"Mhm," he moans into your mouth at a particularly harsh grind, his half hard cock rubbing up against your clit.

He trails his hands down to creep under your shirt, fondling your chest in his hands as his ruts become more desperate.

"Fuck," you curse as he pulls away slightly to give you both a chance to breath, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips.

You look into his half lidded eyes, violet orbs clouded with lust.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Suguru says breathlessly while chuckling.

You giggle lightly while playfully hitting his bicep. Suguru rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and finally catching his breath.

"You still haven't taken off my clothes y'know…" you sigh, playing with the hem of his tank top.

"So it is getting hot in here," he smirks down at you before sitting up on his heels, running his hands up and down your hips.

"Suguru," you whined, slowly getting impatient.

"Okay, okay, I hear ya," Suguru pulls off your top, and unclasps your bra with one hand. Impressive.

He then moves down to your skirt, sensually pulling it down along with your panties, kissing, and sucking at your belly in the process until they are nothing but a pile of discarded clothing on the floor, along with your top and jacket.

He then crawls off the bed to take off his tank top and sweats, staring at you hungrily like a predator ready to capture its prey.

You hug yourself with your arms from the cold air hitting your skin, instantly missing the warmth his body provided you.

"Mmm y'ready?" Suguru slowly strokes his cock while looking at you, letting out breathless moans on every stroke.

"Please Sugu," you cry out to him, already fed up with the teasing.

"Fuuck I wana taste you first but I need to be in your pussy right now." He groans.

You moan out desperately as suguru climbs on top of you again, lining his hard cock up to your entrance.

"Next time m'gonna make you come on my face until your fucking crying," He growls before pushing his tip past your tight hole, making you both moan in pleasure.

"Oh my fucking god, your tight," Suguru bottoms out in your pussy, feeling you pulse and clench around him, arching your back into him whilst moaning into his neck, dragging your manicured nails down his back.

He starts thrusting, starting off slow but progressively fucking into you with desperation and pure need.

"F-uuhhck you feel so good," he rolls his hips into you while bringing his head down to suck at your neglected tits, sending you into a frenzy of moans and cries of his name.

"Yeaaah scream my name, baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good," he lets out a small whimper against your tit before deciding to move to your neck to suppress any other whines or whimpers he might let out.

"Fuck suguruuu I'm gonna cumm," you cry out, kissing at his neck as your body moves up and down against the sheets.

Suguru brings his hand down to play with your clit, causing your body to shake as you feel your release rapidly approaching.

"Y'gonna cum? yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock?" Suguru coos, looking you in the eyes with nothing but lust and affection.

You feel your hight approach, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you begin to fall off the edge, but your high gets abruptly cut off as suguru pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, sliding his cock between you ass before slipping back into your cunt and beginning to drill into your hole again.

Your frustrations slowly dissipate as your pleasure gets doubled from the new position as suguru hits your sweet stop with every. Single. Thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you moan after every rough pound of his hips, the sound of skin smacking reverberating throughout the room along with the wet squelches of your pussy being torn to pieces by sugurus length.

His thrusts get sloppier and his moans get more whiny as he feels his high approach, you following close after.

"Y'gonna cum baby?" He brings his body down to whisper in your ear as he continues to fuck you. You moan louder as you feel your high approaching harder than before due to his change in angles.

"Suguru, I'm close," you squeal.

"Lets cum together, yeahhh- ohhhh fuckk m'cumming," Sugurus thrusts get harder and sloppier as he cums, his body shaking against yours as his vision goes white. You follow almost immediately after, your brain turns to mush and your throat feels like it's closing up from how hard you're cumming.

"Oh my gosh baby- FUCK," suguru closes his eyes and slowly ruts against you, riding out both of your highs, as his breathing slows.

You turn your head to look at the  digital clock, the time reading 1:45 am. You guys had been at it for almost 2 hours, the majority of that time being suguru trying to eat your face off.

You both rest on top of eachother, not willing to move just yet, basking in each others warmth.

Eventually, Suguru rolls off of you and holds you in his arms as you two drift off to sleep.

For the next day and a half  is spent fucking eachother senseless, as well as suguru fulfilling his promise in eating you out until you cry. Which you did…

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It was a cool Sunday night on that same weekend, you and Suguru were sitting on his front porch, eating a bunch of junk food including your favorite chips, drinks and candy, as well as his.

You were sitting in silence for a few minutes when Suguru speaks up:

"I've really enjoyed this weekend with you, y'know," he grabs a gummy worm biting off half while looking into the distance.

"I've really enjoyed this weekend with you too, Suguru," you turn to look at him and he meets your gaze.

I was thinking next week maybe we could go out for dinner or something. I don't know," he mutters nervously.

"Like a date?" You smile fondly at the thought of going on a date with Suguru. You had always thought you would end up with Naoya but you think Suguru might have fucked and any and every lingering feeling you had for that excuse of a man.

"Yeah… like a date," Suguru smiles at you with love sick eyes, hoping you would say yes.

"I would love to go on a date with you, Suguru," you started.

"As long as it's pasta," you point out teasingly.

"Yeah, yeah we'll have as much pasta as your little heart desires," he laughs..

"M'kay soooo it's a date?"

"It's a date," he sighs fondly.

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[quodekash]

FUUUUUUUUUUUCKing hell theyre gonna kiss today????

hes so grumpy already I love this so much

the silent conversations chain and toey are having with their eyes oml I cant

pls this is so funny

theyre both deeply in love with someone else so it's jsut so unnatural to them

BUT ALSO id like to mention that the first thing chain did when he had to pretend to be hitting on toey was put his arm around his shoulders and rest his hand there. which is what he's literally ALWAYS doing with pun, no matter when it is, he's always standing next to pun with his hand resting on one of his shoulders

its like he associates his time with pun as being in a romantic relationship 👀

THESE FUCKIN BASTARDS 😭

JUST KISS IM BEGGING YOU

theyre lost in their own little world 🥺

kiIIIIIS

this is too funny, the cuts from "chain. chain what happened next." to ���soulful dramatic guitar music✨

im sad they didnt actually kiss but also im not surprised

LOOK AT THEM, DUDE

THEYRE SO NATURAL WITH EACH OTHER

I FUCKIN LOVE FRIENDS TO LOVERS SO SO MUCH

half convinced theyre already dating, they just cant be bothered saying anything so theyre waiting for others to ask them about it

PUN IS SO CUTE DUDE I ADORE HIM HES FUCKING ADORABLE

I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH THEYRE SOIMPORTANT TO ME

if I ever have a romantic partner, this is what I want

I cant explain it, I just wanna run up to them with pure joy and excitement, and for them to hold me back by just pushing against my skull

it just seems perfect, idk why

GB4JHERGB

THE FRIENDSHIP OF ALL TIME

genuinely think I might be more invested in their friendship than all the romantic relationships in this show

im fucking CRYING

my king matt, this was so unnecessary and I love everything about it

why does it suit him so well tho

they should kiss again I think

I feel everything about this image on a spiritual level

THIS ENTIRE AMUSEMENT PARK SEQUENCE BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY AND DOPAMINE IM IN LOVE WITH THSI EPUSODE

NEW COMFORT EPISODE UNLOCKED

look its really funny but I do feel bad cos this day is not even a little bit fun for him

like q is having a complete shit time

poor chain doesn't love amusement parks but he has to go on the rides with toey to keep up the facade cos toey loves these rides 😭

and its even worse realising Q also seems to love amusement parks, so he would be having a fucking amazing time if he could just go on all the rides next to Q cos they both love it so much 😭😭

fuckin FINALLY

LMAO WHAT

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY I JUST SCREECHED WITH LAUGHTER SO LOUD AND ITS MIDNIGHT

THE PURE COMICAL SHOCK AS HE REALISDE WHAT HE SAID, THE EXCITEMENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE AS THEYR EALISE WHAT HE SAID

I mean to be fair it was REALLY obvious

im surprised no one noticed earlier but also its a bl so im not at all surprised to find out theyre all fuckin dumbasses

SERIOUSLY THO TANFANG IS WHAT I WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP HOLY SHIT

a lot of the time watching bls ill be like "I want that" but its usually as a joke

but THIS?? the fucking adhd bastard (me) who just wants to be near their partner and compliment and always stimming and just having a swell fucking time while the other one loves them but is mildly tired but also in adoration? FUCKIN GIMME

also how the fuck has Q not realised, theyre all so fucking obvious

also also I cant explain it it just feels deeply as though pun and chain are for real dating they just havent told anyone yet

ill make a post about it all at some point maybe (I definitely wont)

PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE 😭😭😭

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HE DOESNT HAVE TO HOLD HIM SECRETLY ANYMORE THEY CAN JUST WALK HAND IN ARM NATURALLY NOW

hear me out tho, this gets even funnier if he's actually already in a committed relationship that no one knows about yet

I dont think it's secret dating, it's just 'not super obvious dating to try and see JUST how oblivious all our friends are. its been three years at this point and still no one's said anything. we're starting to lose all hope.'

I love tan so much, the little wave

what the FUCK

what the FUCK FUCK???

THE SOUNDWIN LINE????

HERE IT IS ITS FUCKIN COMIN GUYS

HE SAID IT

HE FUCKIN SAID IT

[insert that gif of the crowd of people in the bar going insane]

holy fucking shit dude holy fucking shit

my legs are literally shaking idk if I can do this

FUCK TO THE YES, FUCKING EXPLICIT ASK FOR CONSENT HOLY FUCKING SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK

AND THE FUCKING SONG IN THE BACKGROUND !!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE

im gonna be here all day

I dont even need to watch the rest of the episode now

I can just go to bed if I want and watch the rest later or smth

dude I cant wait for q to realise that toey is milk frappe guy

HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT JUST PROCESSED IN MY MIND THAT THEY KISSED

WHAT THE FUCK

omg making out in a haunted house, what a dream

the workers watching on the security cameras probably had a blast that day

how funny would it be if there'd been a scare actor in the shadows in that room with them and they'd been about to scare them but they were too shocked with that tender kiss to remember they have a job

he needs to lie on his bed and just stare at his roof and think about that for a while

tbh same

look at him 🥺 he's so lost in that memory

thEY FUCKIN MADE OUT HOLY FUCK

welp on that note I think im done for now

I might finish the ep with my silly thoughts+screenshots later but for now tis the time for sleep