#lmao ignore the tv on in the back ground

[hyrulesfav]

♟️🐈‍⬛ is so perfect to me because they just. Get. each other. also they come into the relationship with kids who aren't their kids but one of them is basically their kid so they fall asleep watching bluey or blues clues a lot

[tojisth3rdwife]

☺️HWEED😌

syn: Toji finds your edibles...

cw: none. straight crack...pun intended

a/n: i may be a lil high right now. dont tell nobody. excuse any bits that have typos or lack sense..i’ll proofread when im sober lmao

“Toji!”

Your voice carried from the hallway, beating you to the living room where you expected to find your boyfriend. He was in his usual spot on the couch, manspreading in his sweats and white tank. A backwards royal blue ball cap sat upon his head, pushing his fringe back from his face.

He looked content and relaxed, leaned all the back and into the couch cushions with the remote resting in his lap , his eyes fixated on the television screen.

You came stomping in the room in your fuzzy yellow slippers, wrapped in your bath towel with a shower cap still on, huffing frustratedly as you scanned the room for something.

“I know I didnt leave it...Toji. You didn't hear me calling you?” you look at him curiously as his hooded gaze drags in your direction. He blinks slowly, frowning at your question.

“No.” his voice was deeper than usual, as if he’d just woken up, but you dont have time to care about it. You were too busy trying remember where you’d last seen your stuff. Another exasperated sigh leaves you as you asked....

“Ok well, Have you seen a little black bag? Like a mini gift bag with blue strings for handles? I swear i put it on the counter..” you look away, posting your hands on your hips and poking your bottom lip out.

Toji’s frown deepened for a moment. He lifts his head with a thoughtful scowl , narrowing his gaze on you. Suddenly, realization sparks across his face.

“Ooooooh that bag...with the cookies and shit in it..” he mumbles, letting his head fall back into the cushion. Your hands fall from your hips as you perked up at Toji’s response.

“Yes with the cook...Hold up” you pause, your eyes now scanning the areas surrounding Toji until then focus in on the matte black gift bag with blue strings tucked in the crook of is arm.

Your eyes narrow into slits.

“Toji. What is that?”

At you change in tone, Toji lifts his head again, perking his brow.

“What is what?” he feigns ignorance but you knew damn well he knew what was what. You lift your arm slowly to point a finger at the bag.

“THAT. Right there.” your lasor beamed glare guides Toji attention straight down to the little bag cradled against his bicep.

“Oh. You meant this bag!”

You close your eyes, saying nothing as you summon the powers of the universe to ground you. Your fingers lift to pinch the bridge of your nose as you tapped your foot against the carpet

“Toji..My Toji..My ButterBall..My BooBiscuit...I just know you didnt eat my stuff. Please tell me I know..”

Toji stares at your blankly with a clueless sheen over his mossy eyes.

“Um...You know?” his tone scoops upward and tucked your lips together, exhaling sharply through your nose.

“Dont play with me right now. Just tell me. Did you eat all my stuff? All my cookies and gummies?” you whine, still tapping your foot steadily. You opened your eyes to find an incredulous look on Toji’s face made you want to wind back slap him across the forehead.

Similarly to you before, Toji jutts his bottom lip out in fake utter confusion.

“whaaaaaaaaat?????” his deep voice scoops again.

“Whatchu talking bout? You know i dont like candy like that..”

“What about the cookies then?” you tilt your head, hands back on your hips. Toji stares at you blinking, eventually blowing between his lips dissmissively.

“Psshhbbbb..No. I did not” he slurs in a way that was very unlike him, his gaze back on the TV intently.

Thats when you noticed it wasnt even on. Toji was literally staring at a blank screen as if it were playing something. Thats also when it dawned on you.

This mf high...

“AHAH!!!!! You did!! How many?” you ask, having to snap your fingers a few times to regain Toji’s attention seconds after you posed the question. He blinks up at you lazily again.

“Hmm?”

“HOW. MANY. COOKIES. DID. YOU. EAT?” you repeat with emphasis and the dumbfounded look on Toji’s face told you before he did.

“You muthafucka..” you say under your breath as Toji looked down at his hands to hold up two fingers.

“Uhhhhm 2...I think. “ he tilts his head, glancing off to the side in thought.

“Aw hell..” you sigh. At that, Toji perked up a little, seemingly concerned.

“Why? What was wrong with em?” he asks and you walk around the centered chesnut coffee table to thump him on the forehead.

“Ow.” he whined softly.

“Dumb ass. Those were edibles! From the dispensery.”

“The dispensary? Wait, those had weed in them? Ohho shit..” Toji begins to laugh, running his hand over his face as he leaned back. You stood there watching him silently as he seemed all too tickled by the fact that his greediness landed him on a loooooong one way trip to stoneville.

“Fuck..and I ate 2! Oh shit..” he continued to giggle, a sound as rare as rain in the sahara. You wanted to have an attitude but the tension in your face and body gradually dissipated the longer you watched your normally nonchalant and unapproachable man be reduced to a giddy fool due to an overload of THC.

You cant help but find it adorable.

“Thats a damn shame..” you shake your head all while Toji laughed himself into a coughing fit. He pats his chest with his fist a few times before laying his palm flat over his heart.

“Wheew shit. Im fucked up..hehe..” he snorts and a reluctant chuckle escapes you.

“A damn shame..” you repeat.

“Damn...” Toji echoes, his sleepy gaze focusing on the ceiling for a second.

His amusement tapered as a thought occured to him.

“Wait, whats gonna happen now? I dont do drugs..And since when do you do drugs??”

“Aaaand the paranoia hits..” you nod amidst Toji’s solitaire edition of 21 questions.

“..Will I start losing hair? Or get a gut? Or..”

“Nothing will happen to you. Well, nothing bad or dangerous at least. Youre gonna be hungry as fuck in a minute though.” you assure him, mood completely flipped.

“Im always hungry..”Toji shrugs and you scoff.

“Clearly! I don't recommend you eat anything else out of that bag or its gonna get even weirder for you. I cant believe your greedy ass really ate two. Those ‘$4 a pop’ , soft and chewy...big.. Hey those were some big ass cookies, Toji..”

“I know.Two THICK ASS cookies..” he wrinkles his nose with impressed disgust, as if he didnt just inhale those cookies 30 minutes ago.

You went off on a rant, reprimanding him sternly and going on about how you were looking forward to having your cookie and relaxing because you’d had a long week. As you were talking, Toji was entertaining himself by waving his hand in front of his face slowly, letting out a stiff grunt in reaction the delayed trail of its shape waving along.

“Toj..”you cut off the second syllable of his name when you noticed him blinking one eye at a time, as if he were about to fall asleep.

You clap your hands together loudly and Toji flinches dramatically.

“Oh my god.. This fool is high. I never thought I’d see the day. Look at yourself..” you gesture towards him and Toji’s face scrunches up.

“How? Like in a mirror?” he asks, and your only response is squint at him. With a shake of your head, you know that was about as much as you could handle for the night.

“I cant.” you laugh, snatching up your bag from the couch and turning away, curls slinging around under the shower cap.

“Bye Toji. Dont leave the house. And DONT eat anymore of my stuff or else!” you threaten him over your shoulder before disapperong down the hallway.

Leaving Toji in the living alone again, swatting a hand at you dismissively, then going right back to sitting confortably and staring at the black TV screen.

For another 30 minutes.

[ddejay18]

Batfam Reality TV show

Ugh FINE I'll tell you about my Batfam Reality TV show HC's okay? jeez... (nobody asked).

Before i yap, this idea has been swearving around in my brain like a wagon tied to a angry rhino for a while now. I can't remeber if i was inspired by other posts so if im accidentally stealing someones idea or someone has similar posts pls lmk so i can I'll tag them :). Also reminder that these are Head Cannons, if you don't agree then thats okay. These are just the senarios I play in MY head. (pls ignore all spelling mistakes, im lazy)

Okay, I feel like a reality TV show centred around the batfam would be so funny. Like, a bunch of self aware traumatized orphans hanging around in a mansion. The Kardashians but actually likeable, humble (well, it depends) and absoloute chaos, and not the "omg youre so chaotic lmao" but instead "Ah shit, someone is trying to break in to confess their love to Brucie again, someone call the cops" kind of chaos.

Bruce Wayne is the prince of Gotham. He has built Gotham from the ground up and he is loved by the majority of Gotham residents and even villains. In this cenario, Bruce's billionare playboy days are behind him, and works more like a tired dad who is just trying his best (good parent Bruce Wayne basically). He really has no idea how or when most of these people became a part of the family but is just happy they're there. Mabey Selena Kyle /or Clark Kent could be a side character and there could be a B-plot where Bruce is panicing about proposing or something. Is chronically reading the newspaper. Bruce is also the type of parent to really try to BOND with his family. Puzzles, games, trips, picknics, lgbtq+ merch ect.

Dick Grayson lives, and even has a key to the city of Bludhaven but still visits home regularly. There is an on-going gag where Dick always talks about longing for a relationship but when sees his ex'es while out and about and turns 180° and hides. (its my HC i can do what I want. Dick is a terrible long-time boyfriend, okay).

There is also a scene where Dick makes fun of Tim for being emo (he was just on his phone) and the rest of the Batfam in their one-on-one interviews show pictures and share horror stories from Dick's 'Hot topic, MCR, stealing dads car, eyeliner, youre not my real dad, ugh' phase from his teenage years and a screen shot of Bruce Wayne holding up a picture of Dick with a joint hanging out of his mouth becomes a meme format. Another clip that went viral is a home video where Alfred is scolding Dick for staying out late and he goes "UGH" and backflips out of the room. It cuts right back to Dick where he is smiling and hugging Damian being all ":D".

Jason Todd is thought to have been dead by the people of Gotham for years but as the season progresses, can be seen more and more often in the backround like walking into rooms while people are giving their one-on-one interviews and slowly backing out, or him just walking past a room, or as soon as the camera crew enters a room Jason makes eyecontact with the viewer and just turns around and leaves. There was an intstance that sparked a lot of controvercy online where Roy Harper came to the mansion looking for Jay and the batfam just stared at him, looked to the camera crew and then looked back at him. He swiftly left after rambiling about his terrible grief. (nobody bought it)

They all grew lazy nearing the end of the season and Jason just sits at the dinner table with everyone there, the camera never focuses on him and nobody mentions that he IS actually alive and is sitting RIGHT THERE. Jason just covers his face with his free hand while he eats and can just be seen in the backround while people talk. Jason says something and the camera turned to Bruce, and the editors, very poorly, tried to make it seem like Bruce was the one talking when it was obviously Jason.

In season two of "THE WAYNES" Jason finally joins the cast and admits in a one-on-one interview that he is, in fact alive and that its not a big deal (they make up an excuse and say that he just didnt like papparazzi/had a brain injury or something so he faked his death). This is never mentioned again.

Duke Thomas lives in the manor and was adopted by Bruce (again, its my HC i can do what I want). Duke is the moral compass and seemingly the only one that actually does their own chores. He is constantly just staring out into the madness that is the rest of his family since he is one of the newer member of the family. He, along with Tim are the only ones that can cuss out Bruce without reprocussion. Damian gets kind of jealous of Duke becasue Alfred the cat seems to like Duke a lot, and Dami is afraid of Alfred the cat choosing Duke as his new favorite person. Duke is extremely aware of this and shoo's Alfred the cat away and pretends to not like cats when Damian is around (to soothe his soul a bit).

Tim Drake is also one of the few members of the family that actually lives at home. Tim is a skater kid and Ipad kid at the same time somehow. He is also the ONLY person in the manor (Alfred excluded) that Bruce doesn't scold (it would be weird, since Tim basically babysat Bruce after Jason died).

Tim and Bernard Dowd start dating during the filming of S1 so there are a lot of scenes of Tim freaking out because Bernard is coming over and of the others making fun of him for looking into every detail of their interactions and overthinking them (was that a romantic gesture or not??). Bernard finally makes an appearence where he gives a short one-on-one where he introduces himself. Bernard quickly rose in ranks in terms of the internets white boy of the month (the TikTok edits went hard).

Cassandra Wayne was also legally adopted by Bruce and is his little princess (she is highly dangerous). She changed her last name from Cain to Wayne, bc i feel like she sees the Waynes as her real family. She looks nice enough but once the audience gets to know her they become aware of her insane competitiveness and how she has everyone in the manor wrapped around her pinkie. She dominates in board/video games and is the only one that can convince Alfred to get take out. Cass also practices ballet and is selectively mute and uses ASL most of the time (i just like the idea of her being SELECTIVELY mute, okay).

She is dating Steph (ITS CANON IN MY EYES). Cass, Tim, Bruce, Alfred, Damian and Duke are the only actual residents of the Wayne manor, the others just come and go like its an open buffet.

There is a scene where Cass, Steph, Tim and Bernard all sit on the couch and tell the camera crew that, "well yes Steph and Tim used to date and didn't get along for a while but now we're all friends". "Steph is tecnically dating her ex's sister but its not that complicated, REALLY". "Well yeah, Bruce conciders Steph a part of the family but its not weird or anything guys I PROMISE". "Well yeah actually, both Tim and I realized we weren't straight during our relationship. Why?" Cass and Bernard also get along really well but Bernard doesnt know any sign language and has to rely on others to translate/ Cass has to write thing down for him (they talk MAD shit).

Stephanie Brown. Damn, how the fuck does she keep get in? Sometimes Steph just sneakes into the manor to watch TV or to raid the fridge, while texting her girlfriend, Cass about how much they miss each other when Cass is litterally just upstairs and they're both too lazy to move. Bruce offered her a key to the mansion but she just responded by saying "nah its more fun this way". Steph is constantly accused of being a gold digger within the home and she doesnt deny the claims but its obvious that she does genuinely hang around because they have all become a family to her (found family basically, ugh im such a sucker).

Damian Wayne is still young so there is not a lot of scenes going into his personal life like at school and stuff but he is still there a lot. Anytime Damian says something socially strange or offputting, the others just chuck it up to Damian being a little weird sometimes teehee, or just tell people to not mind him because he is kind of new around there. Meanwhile, Damian speaks in a very professional and sophisticaded way which creates conspiricy theories among viewers about his upbringing, ESPECIALLY because Damian said something in passing about being raised in a secret mountain society.

The camera crew caught a glimpse of Damian in the yard casually accomplishing amazing feats with a giant sword and then immidietly stopping dead in his tracks when he noticed a wild rabbit in the garden. Keen viewers also noticed this strange phenomenon where Damian somehow wins every argument EXCEPT for when its with Alfred.

(I both love and hate the idea of Damian being a spawn of satan in everyones eyes. It can be funny sometimes but in my universe, Damian gets along well with everyone. Sure Damian is crude and weird but he's a kid, and i want him to have a supportive family that understands why he does and says the things he does. I basically just want Damian unapologetically being a kid.)

Alfred Pennyworth is an interesting person for newer fans of the Wayne family, since he is practically unknows to the public. Alfred introduces himself as the only butler in the Wayne manor and a long time friend of the Wayne family. Viewers quickly realize that Alfred is really the man of the house and it becomes previlant when he goes on a short weekend trip (with a secret girlfriend perhaps, Maggie Page perhaps) and everything falls apart. Bruce doesnt know where he is supposed to be at any given time, a hirearchy is established (Cass is a very unfair leader) and the only person making sure the others are fed is that mysterious figure in the backround (Jason).

Alfred makes it sound like he is only the butler but the rest of the batfam all talk to/about him as the essential part of the family that he is and how he is everyones badass, british, grand papa, dad, butler- babysitter-cook, friend thing.

Barbra Gordon is another unofficial member of the Wayne family. She is always over for game and movie nights and just in general. Barbra and Dick used to date but are on really good terms (suprisingly). Barbra is especially close with Jason, Cass and Dick, and is kind of a mentor/cool older sister figure to the others. Sometimes Jim Gordon visits as well, since he and Bruce are fellas.

In the opening scene of the first episode, the batfam are asked to make a family tree or list of sorts since there are so many of them and Barbra was the only person who remebered that Jason was supposed to be dead (nobody bought it).

This will do FOR NOW. I wasn't be able to fit everything here so ill prolly make a pt.2, where i tell yall abt some silly situations that would take place in a Wayne reality TV show. This is more like an introduction into the convoluted storyline that has been building up in my head (what else am i supposed to do at work?).

I also want to state that Leslie Thompkins is also concidered a family member to me since she is like a surrigate mother figure to Bruce but she won't be hanging around the manor as much as the others.

Ik i skipped a lot of characters that are concidered to be in the batfamily but even I dont know who IS concidered to be in the BatFam atp or I skipped characters that i just dont like/think about as much bc im shallow like that lol.

ALSO ALSO im not a huge BatCat or SuperBat shipper but i just felt like them being in the family dynamic would be interesting. Timid ol' Clark or the HBIC Selena Kyle. I also didnt include friends and stuff that would prob be at the manor all the time too like Roy, Wally, Jon, JLA, TT, YJ ect. blah-blah-blah you get it, I'll stop yapping now.

[fuwushiguro]

Let’s Go Little Kitty Cat

Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki x Twice x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: this was meant to be exclusive to patreon but they made me delete it lmao enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, dubcon, hybrid!au, kitty girl!reader, heat, gang bang, step-cest, name-calling, dacryphillia, blowjobs, clit rubbing, pet names, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, spitting, double penetration (one hole), throat-fucking, hair pulling, noncon filming, creampie & oral creampie ♡ Words: 2.8k

The tension between your thighs is unbearable. It’s close to agonising. A burning desire that can only be alleviated by someone willing. Your stepbrother is tired of you. You know he is; and yet you can’t seem to be able to help yourself. He has friends over. You can hear them all talking. Playing videos games and screaming at the TV.

“Tomu…” you flutter your eyelashes. Though he doesn’t hear you. He doesn’t even see you since you’re shyly hiding behind the door to his bedroom.

All you can hear is laughter and teasing. Touya making fun of Jin’s lack of gaming skills and Tomura laughing at his expense. If only you weren’t so bashful.

The lustrous want is growing stronger.

And soon, you don’t feel so shy.

You don’t even knock. Instead, you barge in and stand directly beside the TV which you can now see is displaying Super Smash Bros. They all look at you, momentarily, before focusing back on the TV. Standing next to it was a good call. You’re sure if you’d stood in front of it that your brother might have cause to kill you.

“What?” he asks, rudely, mashing buttons on his controller. You do nothing but twiddle your thumbs and a slew of ‘ums’ mumble out from between your lips. “What is it, brat?” he sighs. And you gulp, swallowing thickly and screwing your eyes closed. You turn your back to him; falling to your knees. You place your hands on the ground and raise your behind up at him. Your slinky black tail standing upright and revealing your pretty lace panties underneath your skirt.

“Tomur—”

“For fuck sake.” he mutters, kicking you lightly with his sneaker clad foot so that your body falls onto the floor. You sniffle, wiping your nose and fighting to hold back tears from the embarrassment of it all. It doesn’t work. “I’m busy.” he tells you, bluntly, focusing his attention back to the TV.

“S’wrong with her?” Touya wonders. He watches as you get back on all fours, clearly not humiliated enough as you try to entice your brother to take care of you as he always does.

“Slut’s in heat.” he responds. He exhales, defeated, pausing the TV to show his friends what a pathetic whore you are. He grips your tail with his fist, keeping it in place. His free hand is used to prod your panties and tease your folds.

All three men revel in how soaked you are. Your panties positively drenched.

“Tomura… please.” you sob.

“No.” he speaks. “I already fucked you this morning and in the middle of the night. I’m bored of you. Go away.”

“But—”

“I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.” Jin tells you, sticking his tongue through his teeth as his brows furrow and focus on his game. You can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. From Tomura’s lack of response, you think he’s just teasing.

You opt to ignore him. Turning to Tomura with watery eyes, though he pays you no mind. It’s getting worse. And you are growing even more desperate. You shuffle closer to him on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. He looks down at you, his vision alternating quickly between his game and you.

“Behave.” he warns you.

But you don’t.

You carry on smoothing your hands up his thighs.

And suddenly, he’s winning the game. Touya and Jin can’t tear their gaze away from you. From what you’re doing to your brother. You unbutton his jeans and slide down the zip. He doesn’t stop you, either, which makes you think he wants you just as much as you want him.

He helps you pull down his jeans and underwear slightly, just enough for his cock to be released. He’s only semi hard, but you know a few kitten licks to his slit and a couple of pumps of your wrist will have him standing to attention.

You lap at his cockhead. His tip leaking and you consuming every little pearl of cum on your sensitive tastebuds. He is still focused on the game, starting a new round as his friends are enamoured by the sight of you licking his cock. They manage to concentrate on the TV for all of five seconds when you begin to take your brother down your throat.

“Unmf.” Tomura winces a little, your soft humming and accommodating throat getting the better of him. “You’re such a brat.” he comments. You giggle, but you don’t abandon your task. He doesn’t want you to stop; but in the same breath he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of his friends. He pushes your head off of his length and pulls you onto the bed beside him.

“Ouch…” you complain, massaging your wrist where he pulled you. “Why did you—”

Before you can finish, he’s holding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, moving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your hole. You’re so flustered. Your hairline is damp, and your eyes might as well be dotted with hearts. Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as he guides you down onto his length.

“T-Thank you.” you gasp as you try to ride him. But your attempt is thwarted, his hands grip your waist like a vice to keep you still.

“Sit still. Don’t move.” he commands. “Think you can just do what you want? Hm? Think you’re gonna come in here and flash your cunt and you’ll get what you want?”

“I—”

“The word you’re looking for is no.”

You whimper, slightly, but do your best to sit still. But it’s too fucking hard. He’s inside of you, now, he may as well just fuck you. He’s torturing you for no reason. Your heart rate is through the roof, and you start to grind against him.

His arm hooks around your body until his hand encases your neck.

“No.”

You sigh, allowing the tears resting in your lash line to spill down your cheeks. Jin reaches over to you, thick fingers scratching behind your ears and making them twitch excitedly. You look at him, and smile.

And Jin Bubaigawara is a weak man. He never has been able to resist a pretty face. He puts his Switch controller to one side and stands to his feet.

“Why are we playing a fucking game when we can be fucking your little sister?” Jin wonders. He almost sounds agitated that he even needs to ask. Touya sighs, laughing. Relieved that he got the necessary conversation in motion.

“C’mere, babe.” Touya demands, his finger performing a come hither motion while he pats his lap. And you want to. God you fucking want to. But you aren’t so sure. And you know Tomura won’t like it. He shuffles on the bed closer to Tomura, reaching over to the hot spot at the apex of your thighs and moving your panties further into the crease of your thigh. He prods your clit a few times with his finger before he swipes over it, softly. Your face contorts, and once again, you can’t help but begin to grind against Tomura. “Mmm, she likes it.” he grins.

“Get off.” Tomura cautions his friend, once again stopping you from moving. There’s no real malice or aggression to his order. Just another show of dominance.

“Shut up.” Touya responds. “How can you deny such a pretty girl the opportunity to cum? She just wants some cock, don’tcha, doll?” he continues. You nod, hurriedly, hoping the conversation will be enough to bring Tomura around.

“Fine. Take her.” Tomura nods, pushing you over to Touya.

Touya lets you straddle him. He holds the crown of your head so that he can keep you in place while he makes out with you. It’s slow, nasty and with so much tongue. He giggles at the way you moan for him. And he thinks it’s so adorable how you can’t help but rut your pussy against his rough jeans, making such a sticky mess of the denim material.

He holds an arm around your waist and flips you onto your back; still kissing you all the while. Touya is completely manhandling you. Spreading your legs open wide and flipping your skirt upwards. He takes your panties in two fists and rips them apart with a sharp tearing sound. And even that makes you moan.

“What a little whore you are,” he chuckles darkly, “I love this wet little cunt, don’t need to waste time stretching you out with my fingers first.”

You look at him with rose tinted glasses. Despite his crude words and abusive language; you can’t help but lust after him. He’s giving you what you want, after all. You observe him as he unbuckles his belt as fast as he can. His cock jumps out as soon as he pulls down his jeans and underwear just below his ass. He shoves himself into your warm walls all of the way to the hilt, almost cumming at the sound of you flinching from the impact.

“So gorgeous when you cry.” he laughs, starting to hump his length inside of your welcoming walls.

Tomura notices your distress. And as mean as he can be, he’s also incredibly sweet to you at times. And he’s very protective. He kneels close to your head, bending down to kiss you kindly. His tongue massaging against yours instantly puts you at ease.

Jin begins to feel left out. He shuffles towards you, too. He rips apart your crop top to reveal your bare breasts. Completely exposed to all three men in the room. He jiggles one in his hand for a moment. And then he lies down on his stomach. He latches his lips around your raised nipple. Suckling sweetly and carefully. Soft and gentle bites against it rush straight to your cunt. Your hips bucking while Touya continues to thrust inside of you.

Touya keeps your legs apart. They’re as wide as they can be. He presses one against the mattress and another up to your chest, using both to his advantage to fuck you harder.

Jin’s free hand slithers down your stomach until two thick fingers are toying with your clit. The sensation forces you to pull away from Tomura, not being able to focus enough on any one thing with your senses so overwhelmed.

“O-Oh fuck!” you yell. Tomura’s hand takes a firm grip of your jaw.

“Open up, slut.” he orders. You open your mouth wide. You flinch when he spits directly into your mouth. “You are a disgusting little whore with a filthy mouth.” he tells you. Your lip begins to wobble, upset by his words. But still, you find yourself desperate for his kiss.

“Naughty little whores don’t get kisses.” Touya grunts, only just managing to speak through his impending high.

“No, they don’t.” Tomura agrees. He guides his cock to your lips, smearing them in his pre cum. “I don’t want my cock sucked, baby. I want to fuck your throat.” he warns you. He presses his hand into the side of your face; keeping it trapped against the mattress.

“Mmpf!!” you gasp as he forces himself into your mouth. You can barely breathe, doing your best to remember to breathe through your nose as you feel him brutalising your throat. You begin to cry, unable to stop yourself or keep the tears from flowing.

“Why are you crying? You were the one begging for cock. Begging for cum. Look where it got you, you’ve tripled your profit.” Tomura cackles. He spits down harshly onto your cheek to further make his point.

“Ohhh, she’s so tight. So fucking tight. Are you gonna cum? Yeah… pretty girl’s gonna cum.” Touya muses, knowing if you clench any harder he won’t be far after you. “Gonna cum in this cunt, babe. Jus’ like you want.” he informs you.

You’re unravelling around him the harder he pounds, and you feel your body turn cold in contrast to the warm gooey substance flooding your insides. Jin releases your nipple as he observes the way your body spasms from your orgasm. Tomura pulls out before your vibrating throat full of wanton moans makes him cum.

Touya collapses on the bed beside you, the pair of you panting as you recover from your orgasms. Touya is allowed to rest.

You aren’t.

Jin drags you towards him, as he stands on his knees. He kisses you slowly, wanting to offer you some form of reprieve. He rolls your left nipple between his fingers as he tongues the inside of your mouth. It all feels so romantic despite what is actually happening. He leads his cock into you, holding your body close to his as you begin to ride him. He keeps a firm grip as he lets his body fall backwards. His shoulder blades against the mattress and allowing you to be on top of him. You moan, softly, into his mouth as you use him to fuck yourself.

“Take a deep breath.” he whispers. You pull away. Your confusion is evident even on your sleepy face. He kisses you and you kiss him back; not knowing it’s a distraction.

Tomura forces himself inside of your pussy and you can’t help but scream. Jin is huge. It was already a heavy feat in itself. But taking your brother’s thick cock in your cunt as well is a task too much.

“Ah! Tomura—!” you gasp.

“Shut up.” he spits, cruelly. “You wanted this. You’re getting what you asked for.”

“Hurts! Tomu… s-stop, s’really hurting m-me!” you explain.

“Touya, shut her up.”

You look over to Touya, he’s stroking his cock casually on the bed as he watches you get fucked by these two monstrous cocks. But at the request of his friend, he stands to his feet, walking around the bed until he’s standing directly in front of you. Lording above you.

It’s menacing.

“No teeth, doll, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.” he instructs you with an ominous warning.

You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming. He slots himself inside of your mouth and begins to hump inside of it. His refractory period is more than impressive. It’s fucking inhuman. He grasps a fistful of your hair, forcing you onto him so that he can fuck himself with your throat.

All the while, Jin and Tomura’s thrusts are matching. They’re tearing you in two and abusing your sweet spot all in one tantalising bout. You are all over the place. Too many sensations overcoming you at once. Jin returns to sweetly suckling on your nipples, expertly alternating between the two and still having enough focus to fuck you so perfectly.

“F-Fuck, take it you little bitch.” Tomura commands, his load spurting inside of your hole and accompanying Touya’s. Jin follows shortly after, his moans stimulating your tits even further as he refuses to release them from between his lips.

You tap frantically on Touya’s thighs, desperate for air. He grants your wish. For only a second. And then, he gives one last devastating thrust into your mouth, cumming inside. He continues to hold your mouth hostage with his length, forcing you to look him in the eye as he speaks.

“Do not swallow. Leave your fucking mouth open when I pull out.” he instructs.

All three men slowly retract their cocks from your body. Touya’s fingers are still interweaved in your hair. You can’t stop panting. You’re so sticky and overwhelmed. Your chin and lips are dripping with sperm, and you have an awful feeling that there’s more in store for you.

Alas, you’re wrong.

Touya pulls your hair back so that your head falls into Tomura’s pillows. You close your legs, trying your best to keep the obscene amount of cum inside. Tomura shakes his head, that isn’t allowed. Jin carefully opens them up for you, light pats against the inside of your knees are enough to do the trick.

“Look what a mess we made of her.” Jin grins, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“Your little sister is a dirty cum slut, isn’t that right baby?” Touya laughs, pulling out his phone as he films his combined handiwork with his friends. He takes a few pictures alongside it, too. “She’s leaking from every slutty hole.”

“Not every hole. Nobody went in her asshole, but there’s always next time.” Tomura speaks. “You hear that? Next time you stick your ass in my face I’m gonna fuck it.”

© 2023 fuwushiguro    

[irondad-defensesquad]

The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 1

Also posted on AO3!

I spent the entire day writing this. The second chapter will be posted shortly, I hope.

There might be some timeline inaccuracies but the MCU already sucks at that, so bear with me, lmao.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - mentions of bullying, death, suicidal thoughts and self-harm.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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To Iron Man,

My name is Peter Parker and you’re my favorite hero! Look, I drew you! Your armor is pretty hard to draw but I tried.

I like building stuff too! I wanna grow up to be just like you one day. I heard you built stuff when you were just five. That’s so cool!

Sincerely,

Peter, age 7

Parker

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To Iron Man,

Hi! It’s Peter again. Parker. I dunno if you remember me. Did you get my first letter? You must be busy being the coolest hero in the world so I understand if you couldn’t answer.

Anyway I’m going to the Stark Expo! For a whole week! I’m gonna see you up close!! My Uncle Ben is the best. He’s a big fan too!

See you there!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker, age 9

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To Iron Man,

I can’t believe I actually met you!! Twice!!! You said “nice work, kid”! Did you remember me??

Yeah too bad I’m grounded… I really scared Uncle Ben and Aunt May. But thanks to you I’m okay! This was the best week of my life! Do you think we’re gonna meet again? I dunno but it would be nice.

I hope you’re ok after all that. That Hammer guy is nobody! That’s what he gets for messing with you!

Anyway I have to go to bed, good night!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Iron Man

Dear Mr. Stark,

Hi, Peter again! How are you? I got really worried… I never thought I’d see aliens like this. Then I saw on TV that you flew right into the wormhole and I got so scared that you would get stuck in it forever…

Do you ever get scared, Mr. Stark? Aunt May and Uncle Ben tell me they’re surprised that I don’t get scared often. But I was really scared something happened to you or to them. I don’t wanna lose anyone else…

We’re all okay though! But I still hope you’re safe now, Mr. Stark.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I saw what happened in Malibu and I got so scared! I’m really sorry you lost your home. I was so sad and afraid you were gone, but Uncle Ben told me you’re gonna find a way out of this. You always know what to do, Mr. Stark! You’re a genius! I know you’ll come back somehow and defeat the bad guys, like you always do! I’m rooting for you!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

P.S.: I tried to draw you again but no armor this time! Because you’re a hero with or without the armor! I hope you know that. Even if I never send you this… or any other letters…

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Happy birthday!

I actually had a science fair today… and I built my own miniature arc reactor! It’s not as good as yours of course. But I got a pretty good grade! Even if I didn’t win the fair, I was in third place!

There’s this kid Flash, though, I think he got jealous and he tried to break my arc reactor. I didn’t let him! He really doesn’t like me and I dunno why. I never did anything to him. But I guess nobody likes me at school except for Ned, who’s my best friend. We like building LEGOs together.

Okay, sorry for rambling, Mr. Stark. Hope you have a great birthday!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I had a bad day.

I mean I guess everyone has bad days. Maybe you have bad days too. But sometimes my bad days are really bad.

Flash is even worse, because he usually just insults me and I ignore him, but he has some friends that do the dirty work. Like today they shoved me in a locker and the hallway was completely empty. It was dark and very tight in there, it was kinda hard to breathe. I screamed for help but no one would hear. I didn’t have my phone so I couldn’t call anyone. Eventually the janitor found me and let me out.

I think I might be claustrophobic like the doctors say. I felt like I was gonna die in that locker…

I didn’t wanna tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They’re always busy and I know Uncle Ben is gonna get really angry. Like he doesn’t get angry at me but he doesn’t have to worry. I don’t want him to worry and get upset because of me.

… Sorry for being a downer, Mr. Stark. Sometimes I just really hate school.

Hope you’re ok.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Have you ever seen Star Wars? I watched it with Ned and I love it! We binged the movies on the weekend, then we spent all day talking about it and all the theories we came up with.

Ned really gets me, we’re into the same things and we really laugh a lot. I’m really glad to have him.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t really sleep.

I’ll be honest, I write when I can’t sleep. And I have to be real quiet or else Aunt May or Uncle Ben will find out and they’re gonna get worried about me.

I dunno, nothing particularly bad happened today. I mean, Flash was a jerk like always, but it never went too far. I just feel something tight in my chest that won’t really go away. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, like I’m still stuck in that locker.

Now that I think of it, not even Ned knows about the locker thing. I guess only the janitor knows. And you. Kinda.

But I think everyone knows Flash taunts me and they don’t really do anything. But I don’t want my aunt and my uncle getting worked up about it. I feel like my school wouldn’t really care anyway.

…

Would you care, Mr. Stark?

I dunno. Maybe not.

Writing to you helps anyway.

So… thanks.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Liz is so pretty.

She’s a girl in my school. She’s not in my grade but she’s in the Decathlon with me. She’s smart and funny and cute and gorgeous…

Flash can tell and yeah, he loves being a jerk about it.

Liz is nice to me. Well, she’s nice to everyone. But she compliments me and I feel all fuzzy inside. It’s so weird.

I kinda hate that I started writing stuff to her too. I’m DEFINITELY not sending that to her. It’s so cheesy!

I think she likes Star Wars. She was super into my conversation with Ned today. And then I couldn’t really concentrate with her eyes on me, totally interested in what I had to say…

Mr. Stark, what should I do? How do you talk to pretty people?? And why am I asking this to Iron Man???

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I really hate Valentine’s day.

I mean, I like Liz but she already gets a bunch of stuff, obviously, because she’s the greatest girl ever and it’s not like anything I do would be good enough. But all the Valentine’s cards I get are pranks. Once Flash and his friends pranked me and the card told me to wait after school. And I stayed there and nobody showed up. I even bought flowers and chocolate but I threw them away.

I did make a little card though. But it wasn’t that red heart we’re all familiar with. I kinda modeled it after your new arc reactor, Mr. Stark. I’m not really good at art, but it looked kinda cool.

In the end I just gave it to Ned, because he’s probably the only person who makes me feel good. And he loved the card so much. He gave me chocolate in return!

I guess it wasn’t so bad.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

It’s my birthday! And I got a camera!

I remember playing with my uncle’s old camera as a kid, and he thought I was a great photographer. So he and my aunt surprised me with a brand new camera! I’m also in a photography extra class so I can learn more!

It’s really fun. I actually love analog photography. I love the whole process, the chemicals, that red light in the dark… It's still a laboratory and I’m all for it.

And at least it’s the class where I can enjoy myself without Flash pestering me so much.

I’m having so much fun!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Sorry for not writing in a while.

First, would you get mad if I told you I went to Oscorp?

I mean, I went there with my school. It was okay, I guess. Though I would rather go to the Avengers Tower if I’m being honest. I dunno why Midtown never arranged it.

Anyway, I took some cool pictures with my camera. But I think I got bitten by something. Then I learned about the radioactive spiders they kept there. It was creepy. I don’t like spiders.

The bite in my hand looks pretty nasty. In fact my hand kinda hurts. And so does my head.

I should probably stop writing.

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Okay. A lot of stuff happened.

1) I don’t have to wear glasses anymore. When I try, my vision looks pretty blurry.

2) I can glue myself to things and I think that’s worse when I’m too anxious. I literally couldn’t get out of bed one morning without my hands holding my blanket.

3) I can hear EVERYTHING. All the other floors in the building, even whispers or flies, stuff like that. I can overhear Aunt May and Uncle Ben talking or the calls they have to take.

4) My brain sorta screams when I sense any sort of threat. Like when Flash approached and I felt tense all over.

That definitely has something to do with that radioactive spider.

I had a pretty bad fever, my aunt and my uncle were pretty worried. No one really knew what was going on. I’m just glad it’s over. But now I have to deal with these… powers. And I wish I could turn them off. I thought of getting those soundproof headphones, y’know?

It’s so much. I know you don’t have powers, Mr. Stark, but what would you do if you were me? Would you be able to find something to quiet them down?

I can’t really talk to anyone else about this.

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

My Uncle Ben is the greatest guy ever. Besides you, of course.

He loves doing everything with me, like watching movies or going to baseball games. I love doing those things too. However, in the middle of the game, I think I had a “sensory overload”, like Aunt May said. Because I was really overwhelmed by all the screaming, the spit, the smells, the lights… I tried to be strong for my uncle but I made the excuse I had to use the restroom. Uncle Ben was going to take me there but I didn’t want him to lose the game so I decided to go alone. I think he could tell I wasn’t okay because he followed me and took me somewhere quieter. Uncle Ben is probably the most patient man I know because he didn’t get angry at me. In fact he suggested we should go home. I couldn’t really protest because I knew I wouldn’t handle the rest of the game with all those loud people.

He didn’t really talk to me on the ride home, but I heard him talking to Aunt May. He was pretty concerned. He said there was something off about me lately. Aunt May just told him to give me some rest for now.

I started crying in my room.

Now I can’t even enjoy baseball games with my uncle. Nor movies. When I found him watching TV, the noise and the light was too much for me. I felt so bad. I didn’t even eat dinner. Aunt May had to leave me some so I wouldn’t go to bed without any food.

I hate this. I hate these new powers, these sensations.

Why can’t I be a normal kid again?

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t sleep, again. Even less now with these powers.

I have so many more questions to ask you, but there’s one I really want you to answer.

I’m a good kid or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I like to play, I’m a good student and I don't bother anyone. I love Aunt May and Uncle Ben, and I know they love me too. But sometimes, I get sad. I don’t cry even if I want to. My eyes are heavy, I know I’m overwhelmed, but I can’t sleep at all.

Do you get sad, Mr. Stark? What do you do when you get sad? How do you not get sad?

I really want a hug right now but I don’t want to wake up my aunt and my uncle, because they have to go to work early. Is it weird to say I want a hug from you, Mr. Stark? Is it weird to admit I wish you showed up at school to save me from bullies and my own powers? That’s stupid, right?

At least you’re never going to read these letters…

Sincerely,

Peter

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Dear Mr. Stark,

Uncle Ben died.

He’s gone.

He’s really gone…

Ever since that baseball game, I started feeling more irritated. I distanced myself more and more. The bullying at school got worse. I started doing stupid things to my body. I didn’t want to tell you, Mr. Stark, but I began cutting myself again. I kind of stopped for a while but the habit returned. And when Uncle Ben found out, he got really upset. Like, he was more upset that I didn’t tell him I was suffering than he was angry at me being a brat. Even then, Uncle Ben could never bring himself to hate me.

But I was stupid. I ran away from home. Of course, he went after me.

And all I could hear was the shot.

Uncle Ben was lying on the floor, bleeding so much red.

I tried to say I was sorry… but I was too late.

He was gone.

I didn’t even want to go after who shot him. If anything, I killed Uncle Ben. I hurt him and I killed him.

Aunt May cried the entire week. I even stayed with her at night. I knew she didn’t want to be alone.

So the apartment is empty. Lonely. There is no TV airing games or movies anymore.

At least Ned is coming over sometimes or letting me stay over at his house, because I can’t handle that emptiness. It’s worse than loud noises.

I kind of wish Uncle Ben hated me so maybe he wouldn’t have gone after me.

I kind of wish he and Aunt May never took me in.

I wish I was never born at all.

My life just gets worse and worse… What's the point?

What’s the point, Mr. Stark?

I should’ve been shot, not Uncle Ben. He didn’t deserve it. I did.

I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m this mess.

I wish I could just die.

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Dear Mr. Stark,

I think I’m managing my senses now.

I made my own suit. It’s not fancy like your suits of armor, but it helps me focus.

I guess I was inspired by you and Uncle Ben. I could use my powers for good.

So… I’m a vigilante, I guess.

You can call me Spider-Man.

I don’t really do anything interesting but I help the best I can.

School is not really going well, I had to give up a lot of things, mainly sports. That would just draw too much attention.

I have to be there for everyone, or else I know I’m going to face my really bad thoughts. I don’t want them to take over me.

I don’t think I’ll have a lot of time to write, so I want to thank you, Mr. Stark. I know you’re not going to read this, but you helped me in a really bad phase of my life. You still do. I hope you know you inspire a lot more people out there. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

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(Chapter 2)

[pepsi-maxwell]

happy birthday to me!! premier league cmjf that is going NOWHERE. this is IT. just a snippet that will not be continued EVER

cut for length, sfw, ~870 words

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» Stop chatting shit about my pass rate, you talentless hack. Just because you're not on the field anymore and your jealous

Punk looks at his phone. Looks at the timestamp on the message; 1:06am, and the time on his phone, 5:52am, and then wonders how the fuck Friedman got his phone number to send him this directly.

He recites an internal mantra about professionalism, impartiality, and conducting himself well in any work done outside of the TV studio, and then ignores all of it in favour of composing a reply.

« Don't think I won't block you here as well as twitter. You're on a team, not a one-man show, and I know your coaches have told you about this

He hits send and almost immediately regrets it because the kid does have coaches to teach him this, and he isn’t one of them. His current job is to give post-match analysis on a fucking football highlights show, be a pundit playing off a couple others, not to have every word he says about City’s, admittedly, top centre-forward be dissected by the man himself.

The universal symbol of a furiously typed response appears, and Punk cuts him off with a quick message of his own.

« Go to sleep, Max

Hopes the use of his first name might actually encourage it, but instead, five minutes later, his phone vibrates.

» Fuck OFF, Takeshita wasn't in position to receive and we would of gifted it to Zayn if I passed it which I'm sure you would be THRILLED [1/2]

» about, you're biases for your old team are showing yet again you old dickhead!!! [2/2]

He presses his hand to his face, rubbing at his closed eyelids because he isn’t getting into an argument with City’s fastest rising star at arse-o’clock in the fucking morning, but apparently, he is.

…Well, if he’s going to get into it, he can at least do it caffeinated.

He pushes himself out of bed, tests his weight on his bad knee, the same way he does every morning. Larry stirs, hopping off the bed, probably in hopes of a walk, and Punk looks out of the window at the sheets of rain pouring from a sky that would be slate-grey if the sun were up. Thinks, maybe not this morning, bud.

He makes for the kitchen. Scoops out some ground coffee, tamps it down in the portafilter before mounting it in the machine, checking the water in the back, and pressing the button.

By the time he’s done all that there are another 3 texts in his inbox.

» Just because you were one of the greats before your decrepid body have out on you, don't think you know how the game has evolved in the last [1/3]

» seven years, I'm the past present and future of this fucking sport I don't need to pass you daft twat I just need to score goals and I've [2/3]

» scored more than you in less games, more goals + more possession + less games means I am BETTER THAN YOU. [3/3]

Punk rolls his eyes. It’s a good thing he’s a quality player. If it weren’t for his nightmarish attitude at times, he could be truly great.

Punk thinks he’d have done well in the game back in the nineties. A throwback to the old days of booting the ball down the field, rather than the more technical back and forth of the modern game.

The lax attitude to rules and on-pitch violence wouldn’t hurt, either.

« Record for number of yellow cards in a season too. Maybe you should try harder to not have your gorgeous fouls observed

He hits send and immediately realises his autocorrect mistake.

« Horrendous**. You could have shattered Garcia's knee, it was a disgusting tackle, and I see you didn't comment on me saying that on motd

Too late.

» "Gorgeous" lmao your such a fucking creep. Bet you get off on watching your own old tackles you freak

Another eye roll. This conversation is going nowhere, and as much as he wants to insinuate that Friedman has definitely got off watching Punk’s old matches, because he’s also seen those interviews, Punk’s poster on his wall, favourite player growing up and all that, those aren’t the sort of messages he wants to have to answer to on his next Match of the Day appearance. These are damning enough as they are.

« Stopping this here. Go to sleep.

He gets a 🖕 in response, but nothing else. Breathes a sigh of relief. Grabs his coffee and sits down at the kitchen counter, sipping at it, watching the rain belt at the patio doors.

His phone vibrates again on the table and he thinks, what now, before he sees it’s an email this time, and his heart jumps in his chest.

Skim-reads the whole thing, and then reads it again, in detail.

We look forward to you joining the team.

As a coach.

For Manchester City.

He isn’t thinking about Friedman. He isn’t thinking about Friedman at all, and he certainly isn’t thinking of the lessons he can teach him on actually being part of a team.

Isn’t thinking of having to deal with the little shit in person on a daily basis.

... it definitely beats Match of the Day, though.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky!! May I make a large order of ice coffee with extraaa ice! Any toppings of your choice, I'm not picky! The names on that order are Miya and Cherry Blossom! Thank you!

Congratulations on 1000 followers by the way!! Hope your event goes well!!!

What a perfect time to write this request 🥰

Lmao this was supposed to come out like a week ago, but i get sleeby at night

Happiest of belated birthdays to my sweet boy.

Miya is my son and this entire website will be aware of it. I will be known as his mother.

Wow damn fuck I really do be kinning Miya hardcore rn

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of parental verbal abuse

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It wasn’t like it was such a big request… Don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful for his life, but Miya was certain that his birthday was supposed to be a happy day.

So why wasn’t this day ever a good one?

His fourteenth birthday… Miya couldn’t believe that he had gotten this far, honestly. Even through all of the shit that his mom and dad made him go through… they still loved him… right?

Well, he didn’t have time to find out now. Blocking out the yelled, belittling messages, Miya grabbed his skateboard, and out the door he went. 

The boy hastily blinked away the threatening tears in his eyes. If his mom never saw him cry, she would never ever win.

Was this normal?

Surely this couldn’t be normal. What little boy was yelled at every single year, without fail, on his most special day?

Raindrops began to patter down onto the sidewalk below his feet- well, wheels. The pitch-black darkness of the sky didn’t help his vision either, but the boy picked up speed and went to find the two that he trusted the most.

He took out his phone, somehow managing to push the buttons in the worsening rain, and shooting a text to his groupchat with Joe and Cherry in it.

As he covers more and more ground, he’s filled with dismay when he doesn’t receive a text back. Oh well, at this point he’s just going to show up. The pattering raindrops against his skin are torture. He’s freezing, barely able to see a thing.

The boy reaches Sia La Luce and shakes the rain out of his hair. He opens the door with shaking hands, ignoring the shivers wracking through his body.

Two pairs of eyes are immediately glued onto him. He felt like he was on a talent TV show, only being able to murmur a strained “Help please… I’m really cold.”

Kaoru was at his side almost instantly, kneeling at Miya’s level, and draping Kojiro’s hastily removed jacket around the boy’s shoulders. The pink-haired man’s face was laced with pure concern as he brushed away the locks of wet hair stuck to Miya’s forehead.

Joe retreated to the kitchen, likely to grab something. Meanwhile, Cherry was carefully asking Miya open-ended questions, hoping to keep the boy from distress.

“Are you alright, child?”

The brunette nodded, pulling the jacket closer to him. He knew what was coming next, he just wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened?” The man’s voice was uncharacteristically tender and soft. A gentle hand was laid on the boy’s back.

“Nothing major, really.” Miya murmured, looking up to notice Joe emerging from the kitchen. “I’m just glad I’m here…”

“Hey Miya, come here.” The green-haired man had a smile on his face.

The boy’s head barely reached over the top of the counter, so he turned to Joe with outstretched arms. Kojiro picked him up effortlessly, revealing the surprise on the counter.

There was a cake on the counter, a collaboration. Baking done by Kojiro, the loopy writing and frosting cats courtesy of Kaoru.

“Do you like i- Miya?”

Both men turned their attention to the brunette who had tears rolling down his cheeks. Their gazes turned sympathetic once more.

“How did you know today was my birthday?”

“How could we forget?” Kaoru asked with a smile, striding over to his companion’s side and placing a hand on Miya’s back.

The lamenting boy turned to Cherry, leaving Joe’s arms and latching onto him in one fell swoop. The pink-haired man hugged him in return, holding the child close to him and running his hand along his head.

“Thank you…” Miya whimpered, “for being my real parents.”

Kojiro joined in the hug, leaving the restaurant silent, save for the lamentations of the boy who had finally found what love feels like.

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[autistic-katara]

ALL RIGHT! ANON FANDOM HOT TAKES!

eddie munson sucks

this one is utterly incoherent but bear with me - IF byler hadn't been planned from the start, el and mike's relationship would've worked IF hopper hadn't taken el in. hopper majorly fucked up a lot of her personal growth and her ability to function around people.

hopper should've died

the bungou stray dogs fandom is great actually

the kpop fandom is disturbing but fascinating and i want to study it

i have this insane respect for the marauders fandom cause like they built it from the ground up and if they changed the names and a little bit of the magic system it could be it's own series

yeah idk what this is sorry

THANKS FOR THE LONG ASK AAAHHH (accidentally made the reply super long srry lmao)

honestly i just dont give a shit abt him. like in a vacuum i like his character, yk he was kinda a pretty big asshole to my boy lucas and he sells drugs (idrc abt that one tho) but at the same time idk i do enjoy the idea of eddie being queer nd clocking will and/or mike nd trying to make them feel comfortable talking to him (even if that could be done just as well if not better with robin who is yk canonically queer and a way better character but idk) but all that is ignoring how fucking annoying his fans are like jesus christ why is he this fucking popular like half the fics in this godforsaken fandom r st€ddie (and look i am a shameless will-ship-smthn-based-off-of-one-small-momenter of the highest degree but i genuinely do not understand the hype for them like they literally looked at eachother twice and had eddie tell steve to get back with his ex how in the fuck is that romantic???) and yeah just he is insanely overrated in the worst possible way and the fact that this isnt even the worst case of this in this fandom just proves how much b*lly and his fans suck and yeah i did not expect to go on a huge rant abt this srry TwT

kinda agree kinda disagree. i do think it wouldve been possible for mlvn to work but i wouldnt say hopper taking el in is the problem i think ud kinda just have to rewrite alotta their interactions with some small things in the beginning but with a completely different dynamic in the later seasons (sidenote: honest to god if theyd just written hopper a bit better i would fucking love him as el’s dad like i love the found family trope and i do think they go well together but with the way he acts in s3 + the way their fight that culminates in el’s meltdown and him breaking the tv in s2 just yeah they rlly could’ve been done better)

no comment i dont rlly care (i dont hate that he survived but if he stayed dead i also wouldnt hate it)

yeah honestly while it has its problems ive been in waaaayyyyy worse fandoms and i do actually kinda like the vibe here (even if it has some of the dumbest shipping discourse i’ve seen. not the worst but the dumbest. usually surrounding my boy dazai which just bro that man is a whore ship him with whoever and no its not a proship to ship him with an 18yo bcz they have a kinda mentor/student relationship and no shipping him at 18 with a 24yo also isnt a proship bcz someone decided he was 16 or smthn which if u actually do the maths he was very much 18 and look i’m not a dazatsu shipper and odazai isnt my favourite dazai ship nor am i saying both ships r entirely unproblematic but dude this is why i dont wanna label myself an anti bcz u guys say shit like this anyways sorry that was a super long side tangent it will probably happen again)

again no comment, i know jack shit abt kpop

uhhh i hate everything related to hp so again no comment

again srry this turned out so long 😭

[thatfreshi]

Strangers (markiplier x reader)

This is more of an angst to comfort to oooooooo (not smut but before smut LMAO). Mark and his partner have been busy with work, and apparently way too busy for each other. Neither one of them breaks the tension for a long time, until y/n has had enough of the silence.

You can’t even remember when things started to become this way. Eventually, life just fell into this exhausting, anxious pattern. Schedules shifted, the distance was made, and neither of you attempted to fix anything. Why? Did you both not care anymore? That can’t be true. You’ve always loved Mark. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you adored his smile and his, well, his everything. Even his damn work ethic, something you sadly shared.

Now you don’t share anything anymore. Dinner is eaten alone, you’re never in bed at the same time, and there isn’t any time for cuddles or tv binges. Your house might as well have become a hellscape, stepping on eggshells around each other to make sure you don’t interrupt anything. 

Occasionally are guilty glances when you see each other. You’ve been calling your friends, wondering if Mark hates you, if you hate him, if this will ever be right again.

“I’m telling you y/n, just talk to him. I think you guys are both making yourselves miserable over nothing.”

Ethan was probably right, but you’d never admit it. Maybe it was too hard to face that fact that you were also apart of this divide. You’ve been working vigorously on your book, and Mark has some other new project that he’s been keeping quiet about.

“I’m sure he’d tell you about it if you asked, you just have to try.”

It’s not that simple. Nothing is that simple right now. There’s so much stress in the air waves, no sound to break up the tension, static in the hallways, nothing in sight and yet everything at once.

‘This is crazy.’

You think to yourself as you’re drifting off for yet another cat nap. The caffeine wasn’t doing it for you this time.

Thoughts gather. Was there some fight you aren’t remembering? Did you do something? Did he do something? You can’t take anything back from the void of memories that is your brain. You can’t even remember the last time both of you spoke to yourselves, let alone each other. You do remember one thing, the other night, you were going to bed and Mark was in the doorway, and when he realized you were there, he left to sleep elsewhere. You begin to sob into the pillows that don’t even smell like him anymore.

‘This has to end, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live with a stranger anymore.’

You wipe your tears and push up off the bed, taking a look out the window. There’s a bird, all alone. It picks at something on the ground and flies away.

It’s to the point where you don’t even know where in the house he is, this stupidly large house. You used to love having so many rooms but now it’s a fucking maze. No trace of a sound bounces off any of the walls, so you have to go around and open almost every door looking for him. Eventually you get to his office. It seems obvious, but maybe you avoided it on purpose. The tears are back, flooding your face. You attempt to knock, but you hand gets shaky. Eventually you just open the door.

Mark seems shocked to see you, flinching as the door opens, taking off his headphones. Of course he’s busy editing something. You haven’t even looked at the things he’s uploaded recently, but you have seen the comments on social media.

‘Haven’t seen a lot of y/n recently. Do you think they broke up?’

Why do people think they get the right to speculate just because you’re both on the internet? It makes it so much worse, watching people doubt you when you have no faith in the love you once held. 

“Mark, I-”

You choke, catching unknown words in your throat. What could you possibly say right now? He clearly doesn’t know what to say either. He’s still shocked that you’re even in his office.

“Hey.”

That’s all he manages to utter. What do you even say to that? After weeks and weeks of ignoring each other that’s it? That’s all either of you have? In that moment, you gather the strength to admit it.

“I can’t, do this anymore.”

And you start sobbing all over again. He’s immediately out of his haze.

“I can’t live in this house and pretend like you don’t exist. Like, what happened? Where are we right now? We don’t talk, we don’t even look at each other.”

He’s silent, processing the words.

“I know you almost came to bed the other night. You saw me, and you left.”

You barely spit out the last couple of words. Some more manage to tumble out.

“What happened to us?”

You’ve been looking him in the eyes this entire time, and he starts quivering, holding back tears.

“I, I don’t know.”

Neither of you move. You’re both in this emotional standstill.

“Okay, well, do you hate me or something?”

He immediately perks up.

“No! No, of course not.”

“Then what are we doing.”

Silence ensues. He doesn’t seem to have an answer. You sigh, and turn to walk away. All of a sudden he grabs your hand. You pull away a little, shocked by the sudden physical touch.

“I’m sorry y/n.”

You pause, slightly turning back.

“What, what are you sorry for?”

“Sorry I didn’t say anything first. Sorry I got so busy. Sorry I was feeling too guilty and sorry for myself to even look you in the eyes. I don’t know what happened, I just got so wrapped up with this project and calls and editing and more and more videos and before I knew it I thought you resented me, for all of this.”

That’s the most he’s said in a month. You finally meet his gaze again.

“But, this isn’t your fault. I should’ve done something sooner. I should’ve given the book a rest instead of hiding behind work. I should’ve asked you why you didn’t come to bed, I-” 

You run out of breath from heaving and crying with what feels like your entire soul.

“Why did we ever let work matter this much?”

You don’t know how to answer him. You don’t even know what’s happening right now. 

“Wait, what did you mean when you said ‘I can’t do this anymore’? Are you breaking up with me?”

You snap back to reality.

“No! I, don’t know what I meant. I just, I just can’t do whatever this is anymore. I need us again. I just, I miss you.”

The silence sets in again. You’re worried maybe he doesn’t feel the same, that maybe he was done with this. And then he embraces you.

“I just want to fix this.”

His hand is in your hair, tears on your shoulder.

“I know baby, I know.” 

There’s a moment of understanding, where you both realize that maybe it was nobody’s fault at all, or that maybe both of you were equally to blame. The point is that it doesn’t matter anymore. He lets go of the embrace and wipes his tears away, something that seems to be a theme of the afternoon.

“No, I mean I want to fix this, I need to fix this. I’m so incredibly in love with you and I just can’t believe I let something get in the way of that.”

“Me too. I just thought maybe things were going to be horrible forever and I got into this fucked up thought pattern. I wish I said something sooner.”

He turns away and walks back to his desk, checking something on his computer. Your stomach drops for a second, thinking that maybe he’s distracted from the problem yet again. Instead he’s typing something furiously. After a minute or so he hits enter and walks back to you.

“I’m taking a month off. I just let my editor and all the people working on this new project know.”

You breathe out in relief. 

“Y/n, nothing is more important to me than you are, and I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you weren’t my priority. I want to get back to us, just us. None of the work, none of the responsibility, well, except feeding Chica and stuff obviously.”

You snort in laughter through heavy breaths.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. I can take off some time from the book.”

He smiles and cups your face.

“I love you y/n. And I am going to tell you that every day for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too, and you’re never going to forget it.” 

You kiss, nervous at first, lips stumbling through the unknown, quickly relearned. It’s electric, a candle relit, a new beginning. One turns into two turns into four, and eventually you’re walking down the hallway to something much better than the work that awaits in that office.

[jordanswitches]

so me and F found this amazing sub and have kind of adopted him into our relationship because he's fit and we love him and i'm gonna say what happened in our first session lmao ignore if it's not for you. will be referring to him as L from this point.

we rented a hotel room and got set up and let him know we were ready for him. i went down and collected him from the lobby when he arrived and we were both so nervous and saying dumb stuff but it was amazing seeing him in person after months of talking. he's tall and willowy with dark hair and a gorgeous smile. we hung out in our hotel room for ten minutes while f finished doing their makeup, and then F did L's makeup. it was his first time having it done properly and he was so cute about it. after F was finished, L said he'd brought his fem clothes and wondered if we wanted to pick out his outfit, and obviously we said yes. we picked a cute skirt and crop top with crotchless underwear. he went to the bathroom and came back with his chastity cage on under his underwear. we put hie collar on him and attached the leash. i ended up being the one holding the leash for the whole session because i wanted to sit back and watch mostly for the first one. i bought a new leash a few days ago because i wanted one that felt a little heavier. the new one is chained whereas his one is basically a ribbon. i think he'll really like it.

we wanted to just feel him out for a bit and work him up, so we spent ages just running our hands over him. when i stroked his inner thigh, he kept twitching violently. i asked him if i was tickling him (hopeful lmao) and he said he was just really oversensitive. next time i'm going to bring up tickling to him. i've breached it casually before and i don't think he'd be opposed. after a while, F wanted L to suck them off, so we had L kneel and service them while i held the leash and occasionally pulled on it. F made eye contact with me over L's head and mouthed 'i love you' which was super sweet.

after a bit longer, we had L lay back on the bed and i laid next to him and held one of his legs open with my leg. me being so close to him made him nervous, it was so cute. he was just generally adorable for the whole session. me and F discussed options for what to do next, and we decided to use a toy to open L up. L loved it, especially when i choked him with the collar. when he was comfortable, F pushed his legs back and fucked him. it was so hot to watch. me and F kissed while they fucked him and L got off on being ignored. he ended up getting a bit lightheaded from everything, so F stopped and we all just laid there and talked about nostalgic tv shows. i kept holding the leash so that he would feel grounded and me and F both kept gently touching him and assured him he'd done an amazing job. after an hour, L had to go home, so he got back into his normal clothes and took off his makeup. i told him to let me look at his eyes to make sure he'd gotten all the eyeliner, and i suddenly felt so nervous, us basically gazing into each other's eyes. i whispered in F's ear, asking if it was okay for me to kiss him, and F said i'd have to ask him. i asked L if i could, and he said definitely, and that it had been a while since he'd been kissed. we sat next to each other on the bed and considering what we'd just done, we were both so shy and took a minute to get the courage to actually do it. i made the first move and put my hands on his jaw/cheeks and pulled him in. he kisses exactly like us, literally such an amazing kisser. we kissed for like twenty seconds, and when we were done i buried my face in F's leg. it felt more intimate than anything else we'd done that night. F and L went outside together to share a joint before L went home and i just laid there and thought about how amazing it was. this happened in early december. i can't wait to see him again.

[dianight]

Fuck youtube

You type the title of the song you want to listen to on the youtube search bar.

The first result is an upload by a rhythm game channel with the full song. Exactly what you expect to find.

Then, covering 50% of the screen for no reason (we know the reason):

A shorts sections. The 3 dots won’t let you hide it, remove it in any way. Not for now, not “we’ll ask you later”. Send feedback. Lmao.

Scroll down 2 more videos. Oh, what’s that? ANOTHER shorts section. No way to remove it again. Send feedback.

Surely now I’ll get some results that have something to do with what I typed on the search bar right?

One autogenerated youtube song, and a music channel. Ok, what else. What do we see down there?

A “people also watched section”! Of course! What else can I possibly want when I type the title of a song on the search bar? Semi-related videos that other people who searched for the same song as me ALSO watched! What’s that? Oh, you wanted results of the song you searched for? But these are what youtube wants you to see. Sure, the real life inspiration for Kikuri is there, and a Bocchi the Rock! song too. A music video for Oshi no Ko? Yeah, yeah, totally relevant here.

Let’s see what else is there...

You know, we can play one of these spot the difference games. Which one of these videos is completely unrelated, out of place and painfully obvious paid for to show up on these results?

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If you guessed “【Lyric Video】結束バンド「あのバンド」／ TVアニメ「ぼっち・ざ・ろっく！」第8話劇中曲 “, you’d be correct! It is the only one showing a person outside. That one was easy.

Alright. Surely now we’ll get some video matching what I typed on the search bar.

Hey look. 5 videos that match what I typed on the search bar. It only took 2 shorts sections, 1 people also watched section and a few less related results.

Mmm. Not quite what I wanted. Let us scroll down a bit more.

A “for you” section. How kind. It’s not like I get vtuber clips recommendations constantly. Searing Exarch OST is a banger, but at this point youtube is just throwing shit at me to see if it sticks.

Of those +15 more:

7 are vtuber clips, the same 2 88Kasyo Junrei videos from above, the same Oshi no Ko video from above, 2 Akatsuki Records songs, a parody rickroll that I was sent a few days ago and 2 Bocchi the Rock! songs.

Let’s keep going.

Hey look who’s back after 9 (NINE!) videos, our friend the shorts section again.

Let’s ignore the tiny previouly watched section with a random english touhou song.

No more screenshots for now, but after 19 (NINETEEN) other results matching what I typed on the search bar, we get yet another shorts sections. YAY.

After that I kept scrolling for a bit, getting expected results for a while (50+ videos for sure, I was not counting) until I started getting “mommy hack” videos.

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I am so fucking tired of platforms doing this shit. I search for X, give me results matching X.

Don’t give me a shorts section. Or 4. With no option to remove it or exclude from searches.

Don’t give me a people also watched section. I don’t care. I am searching for videos related to the song, not to whatever other people are interested at this particular moment.

Don’t give me a for you section. That’s what the frontpage is for. I AM SEARCHING FOR A SONG. Don’t show me unrelated shit.

Don’t give me a previously watched section. That’s what firefox search history is for.

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Capitalism must end, the US has to burn to the ground so that I can type a song on the search bar and find that song and little else.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

the lines are starting to blur again

[smiley-babe]

stress relief

Megumi x Reader

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠ Warnings:  AFAB/ female reader, softdom!Megumi, cockwarming, squirting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, a touch of praise, warm gooey ending lmao, aged up characters

Summary: Megumi realizes you’re the sliver of peace in his annoying ass life.

Wc: 1.8k

"Stop squirming," Megumi groans. "Had an annoying ass day so just sit there and look pretty for me."

It's hard to just sit there and look pretty like he asked with his throbbing cock in you. The fact that he worked you open with his long pretty fingers, making you cum in the process, makes this all the more frustrating.

You were more than familiar with his easily annoyed personality. You were also familiar with his way of relieving the stress.

His dark blue eyes stare at the Tv as he scrolls through the channels. How the hell is he not reacting to this? It's hard to resist not rocking your hips ever so slightly to feel some type of friction. Just smelling the scent of his body wash on his skin is enough to have you dripping.

Now his eyes focus back on you. He raises a brow, same unamused expression on his face. "I know what you're doing. Be good for like five minutes and I'll give you what you want." Okay just five more minutes. That shouldn't be to hard.

"Promise I'll be good," you mumble. Desperately you try to ignore the throbbing of both of you between your legs.

He sits back, his muscles finally relaxing, including his face. In those moments when his brows aren't pulled taut and his lips aren't downturned into a frown, he looks surreal. Always beautiful.

"Megumi..." His eyes flick to yours. You trace his bottom lip with a finger. "You're so pretty," you whisper, lips inches from his. His cheeks tint pink and his gaze averts from yours. Even though he has you full on sitting on his cock, complimenting him seems to fluster him.

"Thanks...," he says, still not looking at you.

Your hand cups his cheek and you move his face so he's looking at you again. Sometimes it's easy to lose yourself in his eyes. They remind you of the ocean during a storm or glittering sapphires. "I'm serious Megumi. Everything about you is pretty. Your eyes with those long ass lashes that I'm jealous of. Your hair." Your fingers scratch at the back of his neck, looping them through his spiky locks. His eyes flutter close from your touch. "Your nose." You boop him and he opens his eyes, scowling a bit. "Your lips." Pecking them lightly, you feel him smile a little. "Your cock." Slowly you rock your hips and watch his eyes flutter close again, a groan slipping from his lips.

His hands grips your hips to stop you. "Hasn't been five minutes yet." But he's so flustered. So riled up. The fluttering of your cunt isn't helping.

"Please Megumi," you beg as your lips kiss over his pulse point. "Want you bad."

Fucking brat, he thinks. Always teasing him. He just wanted to relax. Just wanted to admire you while you warm him up.

"Wait the five minutes or you won't get anything. You can just watch me relieve my own stress." He feels you squeeze around him again. "You're gross for wanting to watch that," he mumbles, focus back on the Tv.

You groan. "Can't help it when my boyfriend is so sexy." Megumi feels your fingers dance around his lower abdomen, feeling over his muscles. Your lips brush over his neck again, teasing the most sensitive part.

He hisses and grabs a handful of your ass, making you grind on him. "The five minutes are up I guess."

Before you know it you're on your back and Megumi's sliding back into you. "Oh god-" Your nails dig into his back a little.

"Ya know," he bottoms out completely and groans softly. "You're pretty too." His lips connect with yours as his thrusts start out slow. Your fingers rake through his hair as he sucks on your tongue.

He pulls away and pants softly as he fucks deeper into you. "Megumi," you cry out staring right into his eyes. It's one of the few things that keeps you grounded when he has you hurtling towards your high.

One of his large hands scrunch the sheets next to your face. The other grasps your thigh and pushes it up, your knee pressed to your shoulder. He watches your pussy gush around him, already making a mess. "Missed me?," he asks with a smirk.

"God yes Megumi." Your eyes are already watering with how good he feels. He always rolls his hips his a certain way that makes you shiver. Always knows how hard or soft he needs to go. Always knows how to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars.

He smirks down at you and places one of your calves on his shoulder. "About to cum already?"

Frantically you nod, hoping he just gives you what you want. "Ah Meg- Fuck!" His thrusts are harder, his hand laying palm down on your lower abdomen. "... m- mess... gonna make a- a mess," you whine out.

"Counting on it beautiful." His eyes are focused on where you two are connected again. Listening to how wet you are every time he enters you makes him throb with need.

He keeps up his ruthless slow deep assault on that special gummy spot. Your cries only get louder until you're damn near hiccuping and crying.

Megumi picks up the pace a bit, pushing down a little harder on your tummy. His deep blue eyes light up seeing your arousal trickle out of you in a steady stream as you cum. His thumb rubs over your clit and he watches your body tremble under his touch.

A smirk quirks his lips up as you chant his name like a manta, back arched and squeezing his cock like a vice. "Fuuuuck," he draws out as he keeps plunging into you.

He leans over you, pecking over your face. "Megumiiiii," you moan out.

" 'm right here baby." He pecks over your lips as you whimper out from the overstimulation. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he shifts you two into a mating press. "Gonna fuck my cum into you," he whispers, nuzzling at your neck.

You pull at his hair and moan louder, trembling from the new, deeper angle. "Please Gumi. Cum please," you plead with him.

God he loves seeing you like this. Usually so bold and outspoken, having you tremble and whine for him. Only him. Does things to his ego.

Megumi tries to hard not to focus on how much you're clenching around him. How desperate you sound for him to fill you up. How cute you look so fucked out for him. He nips at your neck and gives you short sweet kisses as his balls slap against your ass. "Such a good fucking stress relief you are," he grunts out.

And he means it. Every time he sinks himself into you he feels his mind go a little hazy, forgetting what he was annoyed about. The bickering, stressful missions, Gojo being unreliable, all of that. Flies right out the window when he feels your pretty cunt around him.

But other things are starting to relieve the stress as well. Giving him a thorough back massage that makes him feel like mush. Your sweet tender kisses. Your compliments. Calling him Gumi absentmindedly. Saying he's your strong man. Making him your famous ramen. A lot of the stuff you do brings a small smile to the grumpy boy's face.

He wonders... is this really what love is? How it's supposed to feel?

Megumi's strokes grow sloppy, his moans a little louder. Your teeth grazes over the skin on his neck, marking him like he did you. His neck is so sensitive that it pushes him over the edge.

Like he said he would, he buries his cum deep into you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpers out, already feeling sensitive. Slowly he pulls out, his eyes trailing down to see his essence leak out of you. "Did you cum baby?"

You shake your head and sit up on your elbows a bit. "It's okay baby I- ah~" Two of the male's long fingers dip into you, fucking his cum back into you.

"Can't leave my baby unsatisfied. Not when she takes such good care of me." He hovers over you and kisses you passionately. You melt in his touch, legs widening for better access and tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

The squelching of your cunt is so loud and lewd as his fingers pump into you faster. "F- Fuck Gumiiiii." Your panting hard and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Look at me lovely," he demands with a soft voice. His deep blue eyes look into yours as he hooks his fingers in you. "There you go baby." Your slack jaw and the tears gathering in your eyes indicate you're close.

Your back arches as you clench around his fingers "Oh god Gumi!" Your thighs close around his arm as you tremble hard. "Shit babe." He chuckles at you as he removes his fingers.

"Hey." His face is serious again. This makes you worry. Fuck, what happened now?

You sit up and cup his face. "What's wrong love?"

His eyes are downcast as he wracks his brain for what to say. He's never said the words yet, afraid to scare you off. "I love you y/n. I love being around you. You make my days so much easier and I'm grateful, truly. I know I don't show it much but I really care about you. Just wanted you to know." He can't meet your eyes as pink dusts his cheeks.

The biggest smile you can manage graces your face. You pepper his face in kisses and watch as his skin flushes more. "I love you too Gumi. I was so scared that you didn't feel the same 'cause you're so grumpy all the time." You pout a little.

He smiles. " 'm working on it baby. Let's go on a date tomorrow actually. We can try," he gulps. "holding hands."

You burst out laughing, knowing he's not a big fan of PDA at all. Holding hands out somewhere would be a luxury for you two. "Let's not push you too far out of your comfort zone baby."

He shakes his head, seriousness returning to his face. "I want to try. For you." He scratches the back of his neck, the blush reaching the tips of his ears now. He knows you deserve this. Deserve to see him just a little bit out of his comfort zone.

Your lips meet his for one of your familiar soft kisses. He's so drawn in, captivated by your beauty and warmth. If he could choose to love anybody it would definitely be you. "Imma make some ramen. Want some?," you ask getting up and heading to the bathroom.

"I never say no to ramen babe," he says with a chuckle. How could he say no to you? How could he say no to the only person who can relieve his stressful days? His sliver of peace.

[lilac--sun]

Schools been keeping me so busy lately so i wont be posting that much- so here is a extremely long headcannons post :) mainly for the NM gang but whatever

After the °°°°° the stars and Nightmares gang + Error have a truce. They stay out of eachothers way and keep the balance peacefully<3

Ignore any spelling mistakes it was 4am when i wrote this LMAO

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Nightmare relates a little to much to Brutus by buttress

Killer does Amazing eyeliner because he has a steady hand

Dust and Killer absolutely kiss eachother goodnight but get offended when people ask if they're dating

Dream and Nightmare have a telepathic ability that they can use if they are within the same au

Error makes up little songs and sings then while walking around the castle, the gang thinks it's cute

Horrors knows the name of everything food related, he memorized of everything that can grow in the underground and most plants above ground

Killer is the Castles prankster and also the most bold out of them, he doesn't fear death so he'll tell Nightmare to shut up if he needs to and thats what Nightmare found great about him and made Killer is Right-hand-man

While Horror is a comic book nerd, Cross is a Tv show nerd. Cross could talk about different tv shows for hours, His favorite is how i met your mother

Outer sometimes forgets hes not always in zero gravity so he'll lean back to float and then fall back, Red finds this absolutely hilarious

Dream sleeps on his left side

Nightmare sleeps on his right side

Error sleeps upside down/on his back

Ink sleeps standing up/ on his stomach

"what..what is ink doing??"

"he fell asleep while painting, so when he wakes up he can get back to work"

"oh- oh dear he should probably lay down-"

"its already rare he sleeps just let it go"

Killers vision is kinda shitty but his hearing is WAY better then most

Horrors vision is the worst considering his cracked skull and that not even being his real eye, but he can literally smell people out

Dust has the best eyesight out of everyone and usually reads things for the gang

Nightmare has really bad vision but he can Sense whe people are around so he doesn't worry ( he definitely has reading glasses )

When Nightmare is in his passive form he throws up liquid negativity every few hours(this gave Error an opportunity to call him Squid 2.0)

If Dream feels to many emotions at once he'll throw up liquid positivity but its rare he does it

Error accidentally replyed to Nightmare when he said Geno and now Nightmare is determined to find out why

Horror, Cross and Blue all like to garden together

Nightmare gave out food to Horrortale and was seen as a god there but then Horrors kid decided to rest and Horror told nightmare not to do it again because he doesn't like the false hope he feels

Nightmare and Reaper can both shadow travel

Dream and Life are actually the best of friends and talk about different types of flowers all the time

If Ink spends to much time in an Au he'll start to develop small characteristics of people from there

Error wakes up like a cat, he stretches and lets out a little noise when you wake him up

Dreams castle is ALMOST uncomfortably warm, like wear more then what Blue is and you will be sweating up a storm

Nightmares castle is extremely cold, to the point where you can ALMOST see your breath but he own PLENTY of blankets and bed/couch warmers

Horror is the exact same way but hes able to purr

Dust is actually pretty clumsy, he can barely walk up steps without tripping and has fallen with his food/drink so many times

Errors Glasses were made by Sci

Killer has fangs‼️

Killer has a slight case of OCD so he has an entire rack of different types of knifes, Arranged from biggest to smallest and when hes worrying about something or just need calm down he counts them then re-arranges them and he will do this over and over again until he feels nice and content

Cross has a stuffed animal of a bear that he found Right after he made the deal with Nightmare and he named it soldier, he sleeps with it every night

Dust literally ONLY takes his brothers scarf off to shower and even then he will lock the door then use magic to completely lock the door, he trusts the gang but if anyone touches that scarf without permission they're dead.

Error is SUPER conscious about how much noise he is making so he often makes little to zero noise which tends to scare the gang when he just...appears

Killer can never lie about when hes feeling overwhelmed/mad because his eyes LEAK liquid hate

When Dusts magic starts to act up and the vision's/voices get really bad he can barely breathe and that triggers spiraling memory's and this can last until he passes out from exhaustion or someone pulls him out of it, most of the time Nightmare can sense the spike of negativity before it gets to bad.

Horror hates the smell of anything burnt, he will literally throw up because he gets memory's of monsters burning alive and being eaten after.. sometimes still alive so he stays away from it. Raw meat is only a trigger if he doesn't expect it, like if it suddenly appeared after he killed somone his eye lights will go small until he eats monster meat..he always sobs after this and Nightmare comforts him

The gang cuddles when they sleep, like a lot. They all usually pile onto nightmares bed and cuddle pile with Error hanging Right above them on a hammock with a hand hanging down SO close to touching

Before they knew about Error fear of touch they all hugged him suddenly after he decided to stay at the castle and he crashed the second he was touched and the gang felt bad but Error really didn't mind since they didn't know

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While Error can't access the doodlesphere like Ink cant access the anti-void ink has taken Error there and Error was absolutely amazed by it and keeps asking Ink to go back with the gang sometime

Although Dream ane Nightmare aren't fighting they have a lot of PERSONAL stuff to work out and its getting better slowly, Nightmare went back to calling him brother which Dream is beyond happy about

"Uhhh what are you doing boss?"

"What does it look like im doing"

"...plaything jenga with dream?"

"thats exactly what im doing, playing jenga with my brother-"

"*GASP* You called me brother again! Give me a hug!"

"NO- WAIT- KILLER HELP-"

"yer on your own boss"

Blue literally squealed and jumped up when Ink told him and the council about the truce and literally RAN to get Dust to introduce him to everyone

Nightmare had a ball dance the night of the truce and invited everyone(...im actually writing a story about this one, which will be out shortly)

Dream and Nightmare both sleep so much better when near eachother, They usually fall asleep leaning against eachother and it's the most the gang has ever seen nightmare sleep so they like having dream around

When Error found out that Ink had agreed to the truce he slept for literally 3-5 days because he finally gets to rest without having to worry about Ink shifting the balance to much

Dust visited underswap and slept over but was forced to sleep on the couch by stretch but he really didn't mind but he ended up having a nightmare and Underswap Chara woke up and Dust almost killed that poor kid before Blue stopped him, he still feels bad and trys his best to make it up but after hearing what happened in his AU Underswap Chara didn't hold it against him

Stretch REALLY doesn't like the dark sans' hes just so stubborn but classic can't even say anything because if Papyrus was in Blue situation he would be the same way

Red is absolutely fascinated by Killers crying liquid hate situation and Killer is super curious about how Red hasn't snapped like the gang with how bad his au is

Farm has Horror help out around the farm and Horror is more then happy to help.... Horror has a chicken named Willow, he loves that chicken

Horror is lust's personal body guard and since then NOBODY had touched lust without his permission and Horror once beat the living shit out of somone because they tried to man handle Lust and Lust screamed

Dance and Dust had a dance off and while Dance obviously won Dust was able to match his stamina and he was impressed

Cross and Ink paint and draw together all of the time and loves to listen to ink talk about different AUs

Crosses and Dreams love languages are touch so they snuggle ALL of the time like always holding hands, leaning on eachother, hugs etc

The gang has permit eye bags under their eyes and everbody feels bad about that

Stretch witnessed one of Dusts meltdowns and Blue wasn't around so he talked Dust through it and Dust fell asleep leaning on him and so did Stretch, Blue has that photo posted on his wall over his bed its his favorite

Lust is absolutely a HUGE lady gaga and Gwen Stefani fan and Horror gets him different albums everytime he can

Since after the incident with undyne that cracked his skull Horror has been jumpy around any undyne and ready for battle so when he was visiting Classic for a food shipment from Farm and undyne went to scare him as a joke, Horror literally almost had a massive panic attack when Classic de-escalized the situation. Undyne feels super bad after learning what happened and swore "beat my other self up if i ever meet her!" Which made horror feel better.

While the truce is very much liked by both sides, ALL of the dark sans' are just waiting for the stars to break it and they will have to fix everything again, because nothing is ever easy for them

Ink has had some close calls with breaking the truce because he didn't get his way but he noticed how the multiverse is doing way better

Nightmare Pampers the fuck out of his gang, and its been increasingly obvious now that they don't have to worry about having the stars called on them when shopping

Stretch punched Error in the face, knocking him down when he walked into the council room and Errors only reaction after was "Yeah, deserved" which surprised Stretch but got a stern talking to from Blue later

Horror and Red fangirled about Comic books the first time they actually talked together and now they play DND with eachother every monday

The first time they stayed over at Dreams house they cuddle piled for safety warmth and Dream took a photo but hasn't told anyone he has it

Nightmare and Dream have tree climbing contests and Nightmare wins every time but Dream is determined to win one day

[solaeter]

can i request any soft casual date headcanons for choso or noritoshi or geto? -akatsukimommy

Soft, Casual Date | Headcanons 

Note: tysm for being my first request! .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ I hope I did these justice, headcanons and I don’t get along because I over think and..it’s a process lmao. I also chose to do all three because I can’t pick between them |ω･)و ̑̑༉

Word Count: 1838

Characters: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo and Suguru Geto

Warning[s]: None aside from possible errors I didn’t bother to check for. 

Request Status: OPEN

↠ There’d be lots of communication, mostly coming from you as the two of you venture about. From shops, food and to culture, you educate Choso while he just is so lost in you. He’s like a puppy, completely in love and hanging onto every word. From how he looks at you, you’d question if he was actually listening. 

↠ A soft casual date with Choso would probably be showing him around Tokyo. This boy will be glued to your side, arms linked together or he’d hold your hand. Regardless, he’s not letting you out of his sight. 

“Did I lose you?” You worried you were babbling on too much and Choso shakes his head. He can’t help himself and admire you, how you knew so much and the level of patience you had for him made his chest tighten. 

“No, continue please.” So polite he is, taking your hand once again as you smile before going into another explanation that leads into a particularly embarrassing story of a past experience. But Choso doesn’t laugh, he is humored, don’t get him wrong, but he pulls you to his side and offers a small bit of comfort. So precious (´•ω•̥`)

↠ After walking around for what feels like forever, you’d drag Choso to a cute little cafe for a chance to sit down and enjoy a snack or drink. 

↠ Choso might feel a little out of his element but having you there is all he needs. So don’t mind him he wears a little frown or looks around curiously. Normal customs are beyond the poor boy though he is quick to catch onto things.

↠ For example, Choso may not like anything in his coffee. So when you look at him with a crinkled nose and a small smile, he’d tilt his head.

“What?”

“Black coffee? I could never.” You stick your tongue in a playfully disgusted manner and if Choso wasn’t in love then, he certainly fell more. You were so cute, innocent and he can’t seem to handle the emotions that swarm him.

↠ Choso.exe has stopped working. 

↠ After the pit stop, the little date would end with Choso seeing you home. He had things to attend to so staying wasn’t a choice unfortunately, but he makes sure to give you one hell of a hug. There’s so much love and he will cherish every moment with you, his actions prove this statement.

↠ Especially when he doesn’t let go immediately, keeping you there and mumbling a goodnight in your ear. It’d have your heart hammering in your chest and if he kisses you, or you to him, you’d both probably be flustered messes.

↠ But that’s alright cause neither one of you will forget the feeling and you’d be left at the door to your home, eyes soft and body warm with your phone in hand to plan the next time you get to see Choso.

↠ A soft casual date with Noritoshi would probably be an evening stroll through the park or sitting at home and enjoying one another's company. It’s not about what goes on, but rather the experience, atmosphere and feelings during that moment. Noritoshi is sentimental and it plays into a lot of things that he does. Especially when it comes to you.

↠ If you went for a walk with Noritoshi, just like with Choso, he’s keep you close. Except it might be a hand on the small of your back or loosely holding your hand. The contact is reassuring to him, it lets him know you’re okay even if there’s no danger in sight. 

↠ He also holds these little dates close to his heart considering he’s busy most of the time with sorcerer work and clan duties. So one the off days where he can see you, happiness and a sense of much needed calmness will radiate around him. And it’s obvious to you.

“You seem happy.” You point out while the two of you stand on a bridge overlooking a quiet stream illuminated by the setting sun. One might say the view is right out of a photo and you’d agree. Noritoshi laughs beside you, sounding so free from whatever shackles held him daily.

“Any time with you brings me much joy. It’s a breath of fresh air. Perhaps even an escape from reality.” He’d say so casually despite the sentence being cheesy as hell. You bite your lip and smile, ignoring the light blush dusting your cheeks. Smooth fucker, how dare he ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Instead of responding because you were lost for words like a fool, you’d hug Noritoshi’s side and enjoy the peaceful view. The contact was all the response he needed, he thrived off of it. 

↠ Noritoshi isn’t opposed to taking you to his home, but he enjoys spending time at yours for a change of scenery. His obligations and duties don’t follow him once inside your humble little abode.

↠ A date can be anything, or so you’ve reassured many times because let’s be honest, Noritoshi doesn’t have the slightest idea on dating. So when you offered to sit at home and ‘chill’, he was completely thrown left field the first time. Now it’s one of his favorite things.

↠ Noritoshi will melt if you let him lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair. There’s something so, so relaxing about it that he just falls apart over a simple act of affection. Plus you love seeing his content face while you absentmindedly watch tv and chat quietly about the day's events. The domestic atmosphere has your head spinning and mind jumping to thoughts of marriage. You’d bat the thoughts away but you can’t and when you frown, Noritoshi is quick to notice. 

“You okay?” His soothing voice brings you out of your short lived fantasy and you look down at him, noticing the concern despite his eyes never opening. You nod quickly, flashing a reassuring smile.

“Of course! I was just thinking, nothing bad.” You wouldn’t dare admit to thinking about the future that isn’t even certain. Instead of pressing further, Noritoshi brings a hand up to rest along your cheek. His touch was warm and welcoming and you can’t help but nuzzle into the palm of his hand. 

↠ Lovesick fools you both are. 

↠ Noritoshi is attached to you and he knew he was in deep after the first date. Now every moment with you is engraved in his memory, his heart. No matter how simple or quiet or rambunctious, he doesn’t forget. He also makes mental notes to take you out somewhere nice the next time he gets free time. Until then, he relishes in the comfort you bring and the freedom he feels while spending time at your home.

↠ All in all, relaxing at home playing with Noritoshi’s hair after taking a nice walk sure beats going to the movies or staying out into the late hours of the night. You cherish the softness of his face as he lays on you and the way he lets himself be loose around you in private. Nothing can beat the little things. 

↠ A soft casual date with Geto would be getting him out of trouble probably going out to some unhealthy restaurant and eating your weight in a buffet. Why? Geto can eat and will definitely drag you along. Will also make comments like:

“You need to gain some weight [Name], don’t fear the food.” He’s tryna be nice, honestly especially if you are shy or being conservative. But you may or may not take offense to that. So just punch him to shut him up (๑و•̀ω•́)و.

↠ Will talk about anyone and anything. Geto definitely gossip to you about other people that pass by, making up random blurbs that are far fetched or downright dumb. He likes to keep the mood light and fun especially if he just came back from a mission and needed a change of pace. 

↠ Geto is polite in every sense of the way despite his little comments here and there. He holds doors open for you, keeps your hand locked in his and will often bring it up to kiss your knuckles just to wooo you. Only because he knows it works. Every time. 

↠ After dinner, Geto would take you to the top of some building to look at the sky. Why? It’s romantic in his opinion and secondly it’s nice to get away from the crowds and admire the sea of stars while in the presence of the one who so graciously tolerates him.

“You know,” He’d break the silence and look over at you, catching your attention, “I appreciate you for keeping me grounded.” Geto spoke from his heart, referring to the mixed feelings and lingering doubt that covered his heart. The only light that remained was the space you occupied. You blink and sit up on your elbow.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to say it.” He shrugs, flashing you a half smile before pulling you on him for a hug. The two of you would remain like this until lord knows when. Geto wanted to stay like this for as long as possible because soon he wouldn’t have you anymore. 

↠ Which brings us to the new Geto, the monkey hater. If you managed to stay with him through all the shit he did, good on you for being a certified simp! And if you were a non-sorcerer, you are the only ‘monkey’ he tolerates because he loves you so. This bastard will kill anyone for you, even if you’re out on a cute, casual date.

↠ Which would include him taking you out somewhere very nice, like way out of your normal budget. The man loves to impress, always has and always will. 

“Isn’t this a bit..much?” You question, looking at the array of silverware neatly arranged before you. Geto leans forward, his elbow on the table and chin now resting in the palm of his hand. He wore a sly smile, one that was far too relaxed for a cold hearted killer. 

“Not at all.” He reaches with his other hand and takes yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. You melt of course, he always managed to take you down, so effortlessly. “You deserve the best.”

“Even if I’m a monkey?” You raise an eyebrow. No one said you agreed with his ideals, but love kept you by his side. Geto laughs, clearly humored. 

“What can I say? I’m a hypocrite out of love.”

(╯°□°）╯︵ (\ . 0 .)\  

↠ As to where you go afterwards, that depends on you cause Geto will take you anywhere. Even though he’s different now, his opinion toward you and how he holds the relationship never changed. If anything, he loves you even more for looking past the monster he became and showing him the love he was scared to lose. 

[ranhaitanisgf]

nahoya kawata (smiley) & souta kawata (angry) meeting female delinquent twins: nahoya kawata [smiley] ending

[𖤐] i really hate how this turned out because i feel like this dialogue is ass, but oh well. gotta post something LMAO and also i'm too lazy to make a header so just take this idk man

part one

❧ masterlist

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the words that nahoya had spoken to you before you had entered the shop stuck with you for the rest of the night, and you weren’t exactly sure why that was. you could tell that you were pretty spaced out while you all were eating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to participate in the conversation when your thoughts were running wild.

your sister and yourself had never really had a lot of people close by to lean on who understood you, which is why you learned to rely on each other because you were the only ones who understood each other. this is why it came as a bit of a shock to you to learn that there was other people who could understand you, and vice versa.

he could understand me…

the dynamic that the kawata twins had was similar to the one that you had with your sister, so you weren’t sure why it was such a surprise to you that nahoya had been able to pick up on what you were thinking. perhaps it was because you weren’t used to having somebody else besides your sister be able to pick up on your mannerisms, (it was pretty amazing though how quickly nahoya had been able to tell though).

you were snapped out of your thoughts when your sister shook your shoulder, and although she had a gleeful expression on her face, you could tell from the small furrow between her brows that she was a bit concerned.

“huh?” suddenly, you realized that all three of them were looking at you; waiting for something.

“sorry, i wasn’t paying attention. what’s going on?” looking between all of their expressions, you knew that they could tell that something was up with you, and you internally sighed.

should’ve saved the thoughts for later…

“we’ve been here for twenty minutes and you haven’t taken a bite; are you feeling alright?” your sister asked in her cheery voice.

“i’m quite fine; excuse me for a moment.” you decided to ignore the somewhat worried expressions on their faces as you got up and made your way to the back entrance of the restaurant, deciding to take a breather in the alley. as soon as the door closed behind you, you sighed and sat down on the ground, not really caring if your clothing got dirty because of it.

because of the way you looked, everybody would assume that you were never in the mood to talk and would try to avoid you, since you always seemed to look depressed. instead, they would approach your sister because of her happy attitude, and of course you were happy that your sister had friends, but you had always wished that you could go out with friends of your own, instead of watching tv while (s/n) was out.

and yet, this person you had just met less than five hours ago seemed to understand you better than almost all of the people who had been your “friends” in the past.

it’s almost as if…

“so, what the hell’s been up with you?” the sudden voice from beside you made you look over, but you immediately looked away once you recognized the pink hair.

“nothing. i always look like this.” nahoya chuckled a bit at your reply, but you could tell it wasn’t a humorous type. he didn’t say anything for a minute or two, so you took a few peeks at him. the smile on his face was almost enchanting, and the way the faint light from the nearby street lights lit up his frame made you look away again in fear of staring too long.

you knew exactly what it feels like to have a crush on somebody, but somehow, this felt different, and it was the main reason your thoughts had started to overwhelm your brain while you were supposed to be eating. but in this moment, you had figured out the answer that you had been looking for.

you were starting to fall in love, and you needed it to stop right now.

“you have some guts trying to get away with that one. you and i both know that something’s up, so hurry it the hell up and spit it out.” his words might have been harsh, but the undertone to them was comforting to you in a way, and besides, the harshness was probably what was going to get you to spill in the end.

you weren’t even sure what to say in response; there was no way you were just going to outright say that you were feeling conflicted because you think you might be falling in love with him, but what other excuse could you give.

you hadn’t even really noticed it, but small streams of tears had started flow down from your eyes, making your blank expression a lot sadder, (which made it seem more you you supposed).

it wasn’t really like you were sad or anything...hell, you didn’t even know what it was you were feeling at the moment. you had never felt like this before, so it was safe to say that your confusion was a lot for you to handle.

without even saying anything, you could feel his hand push your head onto his shoulder. you were pretty surprised; what was he doing? you could feel your heartbeat quickening, and you could only pray that the boy beside you couldn’t hear it.

“y’know, you’re a pretty interesting one. let’s hang out this weekend.” looking up at him through your lashes, you could see the bright grin on his face, but it was actually genuine.

does he actually want to hang out with me?

“(y/n).” the sudden seriousness in his voice made you freeze for a moment, and the smile that was on his face a moment before was completely gone. there hadn’t been one moment in that day where you had seen him let the corners of his lips down, (and you had never heard of it happening either) so you couldn’t help it when the usual blank and sad expression on your face changed.

“you’re easy to read; don’t think i haven’t figured out what it is that you’ve been thinking about. so, let’s hangout this weekend.” you didn’t even know what to say, so you just nodded and moved a bit closer to him with a small blush painted across your cheeks.

maybe you had found someone who could understand who you truly were.

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maybe I'll delete this and redo it tomorrow idk man this is why I write headcanons LMAO