#sorry again anon :(

[jackfrostsisterssisterinlaw]

MHA random guys x Y/N

I am so sorry to the person who requested this over a year ago, I suddenly disappeared and forgot requests were a thing when I got back. This one’s a little rushed because I’m having exams these days but I’ve made you wait over a year so I had to get it done.

The random guys include Deku, Bakugou, Monoma, Shinso and Amajiki.

word count : 987

Warning : IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK AT AMAJIKI 🤬 I’ve got my eye on you.

as usual can’t take any credit for the pictures.

Deku 

Let’s be honest you probably don’t deserve him. No matter how much you do for him he’s going to somehow be doing more for you. It’s not that he treats love as a competition, it’s just that it’s in his nature to put his two hundred percent to everything and that includes his relationship. And if he chose you as the one that’s really something. He loves just staring at you and absorbing every single detail. He notices the smallest change in your appearance and can always tell when you’re feeling down. He hates it when you don’t communicate and share your pain and eventually manages to get it out of you by playing the victim. Try to give back at least 50% of what he’s doing for you because that would be a normal person’s 100%. He’s very possessive although he doesn’t tell you directly. He’s going to be super grumpy if you hang out with other people more than you spend time with him. Also here’s a secret. He loves it when you ruffle his hair and give him forehead kisses so keep doing what you’re doing :)

Bakugou

I don’t know how you did it. HOW DO YOU PUT UP WITH THE GUY? He appreciates you for it more than you know. He knows about his anger issues and how his inconsistency can make him a difficult person to love, but when he saw you loving him unconditionally and always being there, he realized what a difference that made in his life. It hurts his pride to tell you his problems and he finds it far easier to just burn the furniture but he really tries. He hasn’t been burning much furniture lately right? He’s opening up to you more and more every day and wants to become the same cushion for you. He wants you to be able to trust him as much as he trusts you. If another person looks at you for a second too long or makes you laugh, he is going to be jealous as hell. Trust me the moment he drops you home after a date or is out of your sight, he is going to track them down and give them the scariest warning in their life. It’ll be so scary they’ll refuse to see anyone in a romantic way anymore incase there are more bastards like Bakugou. He loves it when you try to be rough with him and that one time you pinned him against the wall..yeah I think he wants you to do it again.

Monoma

If you’re with Monoma that speaks a lot about you too. Because from a surface level I don’t think anyone can stand Monoma. He looks like he’s arrogant and obnoxious and gloats thinking he’s above everyone. His slicked hair and the way he sneers like he knows he’s good looking. There’s a lot of things to dislike. But you chose to stay and dug deeper. You were able to see the insecurities he tries to mask with his persona and the internal bruises he covers beneath his tuxedo. He adores you for knowing him so well and relies on you a lot. It’s sometimes hard for him because he hates depending on someone but you always comfort him and tell him that you’ve found your calling. He kisses you then, multiple times all around your face finally ending at your lips. Verbal affirmations aren’t really his thing because somehow stuff he says still comes out as self absorbed and arrogant. But with you by his side he’s improving every day. He gets really irritated when people hang around you but he tries to convince himself that you’ll be loyal and he doesn’t have to worry. He’s not stupid he hears what everyone says about how you could do better. But you chose him in the end and that’s what’s important.

Shinso

You like the silent mysterious type don’t you? Absolutely nothing wrong with that because he is a total green flag. To be honest I don’t think he knows exactly how to be romantic and sometimes his gestures of love can be a little weird. Like sometimes when he sees you in a crowd even if you smile and wave he’s just gonna stand there looking at you with no expression. He forgets he has a mouth and eyes that can be used to express one’s emotions. He also has no understanding of social cues so please bear with him. Also I’m sorry that your pickup lines hit a blank wall. Except that one time you made a star-wars pickup line and said yoda only one for me. You fell even harder for him when you realized he was a geek too and he fell harder because he finally understood all the nonsense you were yapping about and meant them romantically. Bear with him, I know he sucks at showing it but he really likes you. Have you seen the way he grits his teeth and glares if someone so much as looks at you. You like him being possessive don’t you? He loves it when you have deep conversations with him and he’ll listen to you talking endlessly.

Amajiki

LOOK AT MY POOKIE MWAH

I’m sorry but Amajiki is mine. Go find your own cinnamon roll. I’m gate keeping all his character traits and love languages. I’ll just word drop so that you get jealous.

He’s super depressed and moody if I leave him and talk to someone else.

The moment he sees me in a crowded room, he walks up to me and attaches himself to me and eventually convinces me to leave so that we can hang out together.

He’s biggest fear is actually losing me, he doesn’t mean that as a joke.

He loves it when I cuddle him and tell him how much I love him.

Which I do on a regular basis so back off. :3

[liauditore]

HELLO SORRY FOR DISSING U ON TUBBYS BLOG I THOUGHT U WERE SERIOUS BEFORE I CHECKED UR BLOG U ACTUALLY SEEM REALLY COOL SORRY AGAIN

HI ANON SORRY FOR CONFUSING YOU IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER THIS IS VERY AWESOME TO US AND WE'VE BEEN LAUGHING ABOUT IT FOR THE LAST 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT. SORRY AGAIN FOR THE. DISTRESS. YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON THIS WEBSITE NOW.

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[frownyalfred]

Same anon who was confused by everyone being horny for Alfred. I don't have a problem with it, I was just confused about what prompted the sudden interest. I'm newer to interacting with fandoms so I didn't realize people were already attracted to Alfred like that. I just thought I missed a new fic update that had some steamy Alfred content or maybe missed a meme about being horny for Alfred. I'm sorry if my ask came off as me condemning people for being horny as well. I guess I'm just used to only seeing Alfred as a grandpa, but from what I've been learning about Tumblr recently, I should have realized it's normal that people seem to really like older characters. I feel very stupid and again sorry for coming off as judgmental. Looking back through your posts again, I can see now where I should have realized what was going on. Please keep posting more about how much you like Alfred and don't let an idiot like me keep you from enjoying what you enjoy.

oh god no anon!!! I was just joking with that reply! please don’t take anything I ever say seriously, especially while I’m hornyposting.

never apologize for not knowing something or stepping on weird tumblr boundaries (but to reiterate you did nothing wrong here).

I think I could horny post about any character any time of day if the right anon slid in with a reminder. that’s because I have issues, not you anon! I would never condemn anyone for hornyposting, I do it alllllll the time.

(also, if you ever don’t want to see specific content on your dash from me, please let me know and I would be happy to tag it more specifically)

all the love anon ❤️

[sinofwriting]

Hello Sin 🩷 I want to express how well-written the series and its dynamics are. I've noticed your open requests, and if you're interested, I have an idea. How about a possessive Daniel smut with the reader? Picture this: the reader has a famous ex around her age, 21 or 22, who's petty, childish, and toxic. He consistently makes age-related jabs at Daniel under her posts, asserting she's still his. Despite her ignoring him, this sparks a huge scandal and leaves the reader feeling down.

Later, at their first met gala, the reader and Daniel are having a great time until the ex seizes the opportunity when she's alone. He's actually intimidated by Daniel, prompting him to engage in an argument. Daniel steps in, shutting down the ex's attempts. Later on Daniel comforts the reader with passionate and possessive sex 🙊Imagine her ex calling Daniel an old man; that's when Daniel silences everyone with an intimate picture of him and the reader, captioned "this old man knows how to keep up." Your smau sections are fantastic, by the way!

Hey Anon! This is an absolutely amazing request (like holy crap the detail here is amazing) but I don't take requests for smut. I'm sorry.

Edit: Anon was fine with smut being taken out so you can now read it here

[ran-orimoto]

I am on cloud nine to see Junzumi fandom waited years to have so much content monthly. Drawings, stories. Thank you. Do you accept prompt games? The story of Junpei crying over the Koujirou newborn made me crying. Would you writesone similar shot? Izumi and Junpei deal with baby or Izumi conceives him and tells Junpei or whatever but I want more them x family stories.

{ • This Anon asked me to write this at the beginning of September. Of September, guys. And I’m showing up with this today, which is really embarassing but at the same time I tried writing as much as I can to make myself forgiven. This isn’t really any of your prompts, but I had this idea in my mind and I wanted to write it. It kinda fits, I guess?

• Some dialogues are in italics to indicate Junzumi is speaking italian

• I will explain more about my silly “worldbuilding” hcs on AO3 very probably. }

“SOMETIMES WE LET OURSELVES THINK”

Izumi rushed out of the weirdly-silent kitchen, three large dishes distributed on both her hands. She turned her head from a side to the other making her tall hat risk to slip off her head, but she didn’t really care when it actually happened.

“Who cares…” She muttered, trying maintaining her calm.

She couldn’t help beaming when she spotted Junpei standing in front of the only occupied table with his arms and legs splayed in a very theatrical fashion. In other occasions, she wouldn’t have needed to get closer to understand what he was holding and the reason why a toddler was clapping his hands enthusiastically. Still, that night she was aware she herself absolutely had to be the one serving those steaming meals, so she walked to the table with a triumphant appearance and that wide smile that could have never missed while she was facing clients.

“Here is your dinner!” She announced, placing the plates on the tablecloth with impeccable precision Junpei and the whole family silently observed in awe.

Then, she bowed at them and Junpei did the same, accidentally hitting the table and making it shake, its full glasses included. Izumi glared at him, as fast as a bolt not to be noticed, but she melted at the sight of the lively kid laughing at Junpei’s clumsiness. Reassured, she proceeded to apologize to their clients, explaining them unfortunately the blackout from a while before had greatly slowened the preparation of the last orders of the night, which were the adults’ spaghetti alla chitarra in ragù di polpo and the little boy’s cotoletta alla milanese.

“We will offer coffee when you’re done, and also our cantuccini, which I personally find extremely good along with a good liquor,” Junpei politely added , before vivaciously grinning at the child and his big orbs looking up at him with expectation. “And I can’t forget about this little obedient gentleman’s dessert!”

Izumi sighed as he struggled to put his colourful tissues in the many pockets of his apron…And the ones of the trousers hidden under it…And the other ones of his sweater. She did hope he wasn’t going to forget those things in there again, just like it had happened last time she had loaded the washing machine, had turned it on and had soon discovered she, indeed, he had made such a disastrous mess. She knew she should have checked every inch of his clothes, -maybe his socks too, who knew-, but back then tiredness had won over her after having waited for Junpei to return for the whole night: she hadn’t seen him for more than three months and she was so glad he was finally on holiday now.

They left the trio of diners alone, so they could savour their so-longed food.

Waiting for them to finish, Izumi and Junpei started preparing the restaurant for the night: she went outiside with a pile of blankets under her arm, while he was sent to the storage room to get a broom, a mop and a bucket.

Despite the fact they were pretty far from each other, their amused gaze would occasionally search for their partner’s silhouette or even their shadow. Both wanted to see each other in the middle of their assignments, especially Izumi, who found it hard not to often turn her head in his direction to spot the knowing looks he was sending to that child as well.

Sometimes…Just sometimes…, She told herself as she overlapped layers of soft blankets in a box laying on the ground. Suddenly, she felt a lump in her throat. She gasped at the realization she couldn’t give a proper continuation to that sentence wanting to take shape in her mind.

Thus, she stood up and forced herself to ignore what Junpei was doing. She contemplated the starry sky, instead, and those tall trees offering a partial frame to that scenario.

She considered her thoughts could have never been sent away by the wind of that night: only a much stronger and faster wind than that breeze could have freed her. Actually, it dawned on the young woman letting them leave on those impalpable, weak waves would have pushed her to spread her arms to the firmament to get them back and hold them tightly against her chest, so they would have never parted from her again.

Sometimes…Just sometimes…

She heard cheerful voices coming from inside and approaching her pretty rapidly, until Junpei’s orbs peeped out from the door window, accompanied by smaller ones showing up at the level of his knees.

“Chef, which dessert would you pick for such a good little man?”

She blinked at him impassively, too shaken by the effects that night was provoking on her, but she managed to crack a kind smirk by controlling whatever was happening in her soul.

“Chef Orimoto recommends…A good chocolate soufflè!” She happily exclaimed, totally gaining her composure back by putting her hands on her hips.

“Un fondant au chocolat!” Junpei echoed, resorting to that bit of french he had had to learn to play some tenor roles. He sniggered at that flan taking consistency in his imagination, excitement filling his veins at the mere drawing its contours in his fervent fantasies. Still, an intrusive memory destroyed that fantasy in thousand pieces, the same destiny his grin met. “W-wait, what?!” He shouted, dismayed, letting the kid’s hand go and taking Izumi aside for some seconds. His spheres, which were filled with the colour of his favourite food, were swelling of disappointment. “At lunch you told me we had no chocolate soufflè left!”

“Yes, I did. But now I will cook another one. I’m a chef, remember.” She simply replied him, doe-eyed and as lovely as she could get, and she abandoned him with his mouth open.

“This is unfair. Unfair!”

…

Just under an hour passed before the couple could finally close the restaurant and go to bed. The kid said goodbye to his larger, much larger new friend with a hug making his parents gasp in shock. Needless to specify Junpei didn’t mind that sign of affection. He limited himself to laugh so softly it looked like if he was in the grip of a hiccup attack. After all, how could he have kept himself from reacting in that way? It was so endearing to see those minuscule, -from his perspective, at least-, hands trying to spread as much as they could to press themselves against his belly.

Out of blue, the child reached out to him with a short arm, trying to find something in his shorts’ pockets with the other.

“For you,” He chirped, placing on Junpei’s palm a little toy train. “Because you said you liked twains. Mamma said I will share lot of my toys because the stwork is taking little brother here soon. I want to share my twains with you, Signor Junpei”.

It took a while for Izumi to make him follow her back home, but he still seemed so thunderstruck when she managed to make him move.

She sweetly smiled as they headed home below pinkish whispers of wind blooming like cherry trees, before Izumi’s mellowed sight.

Sometimes…Just sometimes…I like losing myself in thoughts.

XXX

After they had got married, the next step had been to buy a house that was theirs and only theirs; a house they could have called home; a house they could have decorated the way they pleased unlike the impersonal apartment they used to share in Venice.

Surely, both didn’t really expect Izumi would have got the chance to open a restaurant so soon. They imagined they would have remained in Venice for their whole existence, among gondolas and frequent floods, whereas life had eventually led them to the italian star par excellence: Milan.

There their previous efforts had allowed them to buy a lovely two-storey house that wasn’t that far from Milan’s center. That was an advantage for Izumi, who had decided to settle her restaurant in a pretty large alley of that zone, and for Junpei too, since he didn’t need to take the tram to get to La Scala theatre. His dream was to get to perform on that brilliant stage someday, -like it was for every opera singer, after all-, but for now he would keep on settling for rows of offers coming from the most disparate italian theatres…And for watching refined shows at La Scala.

They had taken months to finish furnishing the rooms of the first floor, besides their bedroom and bathroom, and there was still so much to do! Moreover, their living room was still missing the sofa they had ordered from a shop and there was a sort of hole making that room area look so empty.

Therefore, when the following morning that sofa finally got home, Izumi couldn’t resist to immediately try it.

Certainly, it would have been much better if the delivery hadn’t arrived so early, when they were still in their dream world, sleeping in the weirdest positions because the previous night’s tiredness had been stronger, much stronger than their good will to get rid of their work clothes and decently put a blanket over their bodies.

When Junpei opened the door, he was so sure he looked like some ghost with a considerable weight on, and who knew why he had refused help from the delivery man. Izumi found him forcing the packed sofa through the passage of the door and ran to him when he fell on the parquet, after having succeeded in his intent.

Now the sofa was at the center of the living room, just like it was supposed to be, and an exahusted yet happy Izumi was tasting how comfortable it was with her eyes closed. She heard the noises Junpei was producing in the kitchen, from him dropping a pod in the coffee maker to his thumb heavily pressing the power button; from him slowening his movements not to pour the beverage on the cupboard to him…Probably drinking it all in one breath, predictably burning his tongue.

He obviously cursed, but his pain didn’t keep him from approaching her with clumsy steps and placing his hands on the backrest.

They rapidly shifted, though, and rested at the sides of her neck transmitting a warmth that wasn’t only a physical sensation. Gentle palms went up and down on her skin and filled her chest with invisible fluttering butterflies.

“It’s perfect,” He whispered, so slowly it seemed he didn’t want to wake up a dormient angel.

“This is exactly what it looked like in your project,” She underlined and, in response, he bursted in a loud laughter whose power projected itself on her shoulders, making those caring hands suddenly generate an earthquake spreading in her whole body.

“It’s so weird to hear something I’ve designed has come to life, not going to lie.” He managed to confess among his chuckles which mixed with occasional ones coming from her.

However, she still gave her best to sound and appear as serious as possible, raising a slender index in his direction with simulated confidence.

“Well, first of all, it’s not that hard to decorate the rooms of a house…”

“You think so? Geez…”

“Secondly, you stayed grounded and didn’t imagine weird stuff,” She continued attempting to suffocate her desire to let her repressed giggles free. She couldn’t help recalling the complex wedding cake he had drawn on a random paper before they got married: it was as tall as San Marco’s belltower, -as he had jubilantly described back then-, it was made of enormous amounts of chocolate he had calculated with strange multiplications, divisions and equivalencies, -which she had obviously ignored in his blabbing-, and, most of all, it was impossible to be prepared. That was the reason why what he got was an ordinary three-layered wedding cake covered with strawberries and cherries, -choice made by the bride, who had also baked it, of course-, and with some chocolate chips here and there, -a generous concession to the groom since she couldn’t stand the idea of getting him disappointed during their special day…-.

“I like thinking big,” He shrugged, amused, as if he had plunged in her same recollection. He decided to sit next to her making the pillows she had accurately put on the sofa bounce and fall off it.

“And I’ve grown big. Maybe too big,” He winced in embarassment, scratching his head and hesitating before getting them back.

Izumi answered him by getting closer and latching onto his thick arm. She didn’t really care about the pillows on the carpet, since now that his broad presence was there, next to her, her contemplation of their new living room had changed nature before her sight. The scenario seemed to have transformed: it looked brighter and more colorful, fuller of meaningful symbols and signals peeping out each object, each corner, each millimeter.

“We’re at home,” She found herself muttering with emotion because ,at that moment, her reality finally crystallized, along with the awareness another brick had been added to the stairs of their life together. And yet, staring at that living room made her feel like there was only something missing to complete the picture of the most serene sky she had ever admired.

But she had never got the occasion to even engage into a minimal conversation about it, due to how busy they were, especially him with his opera and theatre rehearsals.

“Yeah,” Junpei blinked, pensive, and she braced herself for another odd comment of his. “I was thinking…”

I had no doubt you were, She rolled her eyes with affection and waited for him to continue. She allowed a part of her to begin growing a pinch of expectation making her hold onto his arm more tightly.

“I was thinking something is missing but I don’t know what it is.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her free hand flying onto her trembling chest as she pressed her lips: could he be…?

Trusting that unreasonable hunch, she pressed slightly more, searching for a safe icy ground to walk on.

“Cos’è?” She chanted in his flushing ear. “What is it?”

“Un soave non so che,” He quoted some aria he was the only one between them knowing. His chocolate-coloured eyes increasingly grew dreamy at her teasing getting imprisoned in his melody, until he tensed. “Oh! I know! Maybe we need a fireplace.”

“A fireplace?” Her crescendo sagged immediately along with her receding smirk.

“Yes, a fireplace!” He exclaimed and proceeded to create confusing patterns with his hands, adapting them to different poses and angulations. “I think it would fit below the television. If we had one down there, we would get a lot of warmth from the fire. At the same time, we would still be far enough from it, though, and the heat wouldn’t bother us that much. Trust me, I’ve dealt with fireplaces since I was a kid. If fire gets too hot, you will get a headache and feverish cheeks. The same will happen to you if you stay too near to it while relaxing.”

“You need balance, right?” He snatched a smile to her despite how disgruntled that unexpected turn was making her feel. His explanation was strongly reminding her of a moment they had shared in Digiworld: both sitting in front of a bonfire, her listening to a collected Junpei speaking about a philosophical concept and losing himself in metaphors and instances.

“You always need balance. This is…The only good thing my father has ever taught me, I suppose,” He grinned, focusing his attention on her again. “You know, sometimes I like thinking about us doing the most disparate stuff together and I love realizing I wouldn’t really want anything else from my life because I’ve got the balanced family I didn’t know I needed. We compliment each other, right? And no, I’m not only talking about you cooking and me eating your delicacies…Or maybe that’s another way we reach our balance, hm?”

Silence fell on them. Izumi frowned, unfortunately unable to express her gratitude because of so many doubts crowding her mind and overlapping with those already existing.

“Izumi? Have I said something wrong?”

…

She wanted that. He didn’t want that, apparently, at least, or ,perhaps, that impression was just a way to mock herself in an illusion about something she cared about and really wished for.

Lying her heavy spheres on the tidy details of the living room, she convinced herself a similar development would predictably turn that place in a mess, and she would have never liked to assist to a hurricane conquering that place. But again, they had bought such a huge house with some areas they still needed to organize and they weren’t really going to transform each of them in guest rooms, right?

Sucked in her world, she got startled when Junpei deeply inhaled and parted from her, making her feel cold because , right in that instant, she had started wondering what that house would look and feel like, completed yet without Junpei around. It would feel as empty as it used to be at the beginning of that adventure of theirs.

She observed his face warping in a very hilarious way, his cheeks bloating like a hamster’s and his lips slightly puckered. Then, he turned to her with comically-enlarged eyes.

“J-Junpei?”

“If you want to say something, say it and clearly!” He playfully scolded her and imitated one of those pretty exasperated sentences she had often shouted at him, back when they were younger and he just used to be a dude hopelessly chasing the girl he had loved for ages.

Izumi exploded in a laughter.

“You’re so right. I should be honest and tell you, even if I don’t know how to do that, for some reason”.

“Just do that. Then we’ll deal with what will come next.”

She stared at him for some seconds even if she didn’t really intend to, but she was really glad her pupils had ended up on his serene traits. What was the worst that could have happened to her? Surely, they would have remained together even if his reply wouldn’t have met her expectations: that was what mattered the most to her, after all.

She searched for a contact with his hand as she brought herself to overcome her nonsense, -in her opinion-, fears. Successively, like she would always do, she started a serious conversation with a question.

“Junpei,” She began. “Do you think that balance you have found in our life could be compromised if…If…Well, if we welcomed someone else in our family?”

“Someone else? Eh, I knew it, Izumi!”

Her green irises widened at his malicious snigger.

“Oh c’mon, Cara, you’re talking to the infallible Detective Shibayama. This is too easy! Let’s begin saying you were the one asking me not to send that little prankster away from the restaurant some days ago. Yesterday you asked me to cut that cod for her. I gave her some pieces but you begged me to give her the whole fish. And I’m your husband before being the great Detective Shibayama…I do notice when something makes your beautiful eyes shine the brightest.”

He was referring to a little stray cat that had showed up at the entrance of the restaurant from nowhere, meowing desperately until someone, who had happened to be Junpei, had opened the door. He would have taken the cat away from the restaurant if Izumi hadn’t dashed outside to check who Junpei was talking to. She couldn’t deny she was the cutest cat she had ever seen in her life and she had unavoidably fallen with those big light yellow orbs the creature curiously looked at butterflies with.

But this isn’t what I wanted to talk about!, She attempted to keep herself from getting way too distracted, but he continued talking about that matter, for her dismay.

“-And I did see you bringing those blankets outside yesterday night. I saw them before I came searching for you with the little boy.“

Izumi blinked at him. She blinked at him again, and then again and again.

“Hey, I’m not against getting a pet,” He reassured her, feeling like his confession had inhibited her. “After all, I’m always forced to leave you alone and…A pet could keep you company when I’m not around. I did play with the idea to get you a poodle once, because you do remind me of those…”

Izumi threw him a friendly fist on his belly muttering one of her “What in the world are you saying, you idiot!”. Nevertheless, she soon, too soon, quieted down, just like he did to mimick her mood, so puzzled.

“Hey, if you don’t want a poddle for Christmas and you want that cat so badly, it is fine. It was just a silly proposal.”

“Now you’re making me realize I would like that cat too,” She huffed. “Uffa, Junpei, it’s not fair. You’ve managed to make me change topic again!”

“Have I ?”

“Yes and…It was already so hard for me to talk about that, like I’ve already said,” She abandoned her weight against the backrest. The breaths that splayed her lips didn’t help her feel lighter about the circumstances, especially now that there was a beautiful grey tuft scampering after gusts of wind in her mind. Perhaps, that was a signal she had to resign to her failure. That day, at least. She could have tried again in the future, a future in which they would already own a cat she could have cuddled as much as she wanted…And held…And taken care of…Someone she could have given the whole love of the world to.

Uh…

“Okay, something tells me I’ve barked up the wrong tree, haven’t I ?”

She bended her head with mechanical movements and gave him an inquisite glance.

“I might have jumped to a hasty conclusion if that cat wasn’t what you wanted to talk about.”

Her mouth stretched on its own, wiping that crumb of melancholy that had fallen on its corner.

“Even the greatest Detective can fail,” She mocked him and that big grimace that had just appeared below his ashamed eyes.

“I suppose….”

She slipped closer to him again and they soon found themselves in the position they had left a while before, but this time there were many more question marks hovering above them. Furthermore, Junpei seemed to have perceived a different aura coming from the way she was resting by his side: he probably could feel her curled frame pushing against his sitting one with more intensity, as if she wanted them to melt in a much more intimate hug.

“Should I get worried?” He asked her with a wisp of voice. “You don’t look angry, though, which is good. When you are angry at me, your eyebrows seem to twich, you can’t help clenching your fists and jaw, you glare at me like if you’re about to evoke Trieste’s bora and turn it against me. You become scary. So. Scary. Anyway, this means my clownery at the restaurant from yesterday hasn’t annoyed you that much.”

She would have liked to ask him if it was true she would transform so dramatically whenever she got mad, but his last observation got the priority over anything else.

“I can’t deny your clownery at the restaurant does make me sweat. And a lot. But you make so many people smil-“

“What a relief,” He cut her short, so content. “Then, let me tell you this: if I had more time, much more time to stay at the restaurant, I would even set up spectacles for kids, with cards, flowers, motley handkerchiefs, a top hat and, why not, marionette too. And if I wasn’t so busy sometimes I often risk to even forget about my birthday, if I wasn’t so tense and terrorized whenever we…”

“Junpei?” She grew a bit concerned about the blatant sadness that was darknening his joy. What in the world could have turned him off so unpleasantly? Another proof she should have never ventured in that conversation that day, also because they were clearly exhausted. What they needed was their comfortable bed and not that demanding discussion for sure!

Then, he picked something from his pocket and he examined that object with a longing stare. Her ear resting on his shoulder let her acknowledge the more powerful beats pulsing in his veins and making her slightly swing up and down.

“If you ask me, there’s something missing. Definitely. But it’s not a fireplace, I guess,” He made the item spin in his skilled hands, which were showing to know how to deal with certain objects with a delicacy you wouldn’t expect on him. “I might have got confused because it’s warmth what I wish for, but it’s not that kind of warmth you get from a fireplace, perhaps? Dio mio, what the hell am I talking about? I sound so cringe.” He put the object on the short table and crossed his arms. He was wearing a very evident pout, but not one of those conveying irritation or disgust. It was more like if he was upset and very confused. “Sometimes, just sometimes,” His words amalgamated with his shaky breath. “I let myself think because it would be nice, heck if it would be nice. But I end up biting my tongue everytime it happens”.

Izumi felt overwhelmed by that quite unexpected development and would have liked to swear at that knot in her throat taking shape in there again. Nevertheless, luckily, Junpei interpretated her silence as an invitation to keep on going and opening himself, something he had improved at but also an event that was still so rare.

“Whenever we call each other and you tell me how much you miss me, I allow myself to imagine things”.

“Things,” Hers wasn’t a question without intonation. If only Junpei could have read her thoughts, he would have known how many meanings those things had to the chords of heart.

“Yes, kind of things that make me smile. I don’t want to imply you can’t take care of yourself, because I’m aware you are the bravest and best woman in this world, I am! I’m not talking about something like that. It’s just that we’ve been lonely since we were children and I feel like we’re constantly searching for warmth and light in our life, especially when we are not physically together. I could get them from a fireplace, but how would I get those when I’m far from you and I’m aware you’re all alone here?”

He stared at the floor and the abandoned pillows while she looked at him, feeling like she had fallen in some sort of déjà vu someone was enjoying editing the way they pleased. At the beginning, for a considerable amount of time, she just wanted to pronounce his name and repeat it over again and again. He had always claimed to be someone not being that good at dealing with words, those words he didn’t have to learnt at heart, at least. On the contrary, she had always believed he knew how to pick the simplest yet most effective phrases to easily access to her soul. In the past, she would often hide those emotions from him and the world, but now she had learnt to welcome them, not caring if they would make her so tacit for what felt like ages.

“So,” She said when she felt ready enough to face him again. She chuckled at his flushed cheeks, not realizing hers didn’t look that different. Indeed, hers’ round surfaces were also so humid and those drops on them were shining thanks to the rays of that budding Sun, getting higher and higher in the sky. “You do want something else from life, after all.”

He softly gasped, his lips trembling as he raised his head to her, his orbs getting more and more lucid.

“Yes,” He told her with a sniff. “I want that fondant au chocolat you didn’t allow me to eat yesterday.”

She fiddled with the point of his nose, pressing it with her index. She slowly made that finger slide on a cheek of his and rubbed that spot with it. “Only if you get me that cat before that.”

XXX

In a certain sense, she was satisfied about the fact their serious discussion had eventually dived in a bowl of chocolate, had sneaked into an oven and had taken the shape of a couple of cute flans.

They weren’t really people who adored living in a frozen atmosphere where darkness and cold ruled. Like Junpei had reminded her, they had always been creatures of light and fire.

And ,most of all, they didn’t really like making plans. Junpei used to adore scheduling whatever he wanted to do on a trip or during holidays, but she had recently got the impression he had learnt to follow the wind just like her. She wasn’t sure what that could mean about the future of their family, but she was certain she would have understood it when the right time came.

Finally tucked under their blankets, she heard the sound of the fabric below her stretching and pulling under a stirring Junpei.

“I was thinking…”

There was she, rolling her eyes again and pouring every gram of affection she owned in that small gesture.

“Let me guess. You want to project a new bed that doesn’t creak so hard when you move.”

“Ah, this is really good, Izumi! A bed completely made of steel wouldn’t be that comfortable. It would kill my back. No way,” He got even closer to her by rolling on himself. Now less than a centimeter was separating them and the scent of chocolate mixed with the one of toothpaste penetrated in each other’s nostrils.

“I was thinking…”

“Be quick. I want you to have a good nap, so you will be prepared to get me that cat tonight.”

“Right. Right. But, hey, listen: you asked me if a…If a…If a baby…”

Both gulped at that row of letters occupying that space left between them. Izumi told herself the shadowed room wasn’t dominated by a faint black anymore, but was taking life through streaks of colours twirling over their bed.

“A b-baby…?”

“If a b-baby could break that balance we’ve found as husband and wife.”

Right: she had asked him that, but she wasn’t certain whether it was still that important to her to get a reply. Even so, she encouraged him to continue and she raised an eyebrow when he addressed his odd wince at the ceiling.

“I mean, Cara, if we are still so tied to the elements we were given in Digiworld in some way, wouldn’t she be a little tempest? Beautiful, yes, immensely beautiful like you, an Ophanimon on Earth, but still a little thunderstorm. She would obviously break our balance, but not only that.”

“Didn’t I tell you to sleep?!”

Izumi pushed him away with her whole strength, concealing another emotional attack that had suddenly taken over her.

The breeze she had breathed in the night before gently slipped in their bedroom, bringing along variegated shades of pink and reflecting in those liquid crystals bathing her eyelids.

Afterwards, she pouted, though, and the turn to roll on herself in Junpei’s direction arrived.

“Hey,” She nudged him, sounding as irritated as possible with her hiss. “You are already showing gender preferences, aren’t you?”

But wasn’t she unconsciously doing the same ?

That puffy baby with that familiar spiky hair she found herself holding in her dream had visited her in her slumber just because she had fallen asleep on Junpei, right?

XXX

{ • “Un soave non so che” (A sweet something / literally: A sweet something I don’t know) is a quote from Rossini’s Cenerentola (Act I).

• Trieste is a city in Friuli Venezia Giulia, in the North East of Italy. Bora is the strongest wind blowing in Italy, which is typical from there. }

[dr-lizortecho]

I feel like i must live under a rock, but what did t*l*r bl*ckb*rn do?

Did he fake being indigenous?

(I'm guessing from context that that's what he did)

yeah.

sorry anon, I’d dig you up sources but I’m honestly too exhausted to (and I hate asking people to take me at my word) so maybe do some digging around if you’d like???

and don’t get me wrong! I like Alex’s character well enough (honestly well enough to be thinking about him and his extended family, lol) I’m just a big fan of the way Trueblood did it, truly they blinked twice and said “we can find another tall white guy, no one will even notice” and they lucked out even cause Nathan Parsons and Nelsan Ellis’s chemistry was spot on

[just-an-enby-lemon]

it was a christmas special show so everything was christmas themed but game shows here are always very silly especially the games: stuff like getting doused in feathers while dressed as plucked chickens or having to put in answers by sitting on bouncy balls and jumping them on a giant keyboard or matching the correct eyebrows to cutouts of celebrity faces. waiting for the day that DC writers have Riddler put Batman through that kind of games to stop a crime

I'm soo sorry. I was completly sure I had answered it before but apparently I hadn't. I swear that I was going to look at my drafts and saw something on the inbox and was "wut" and then I saw this mensage and got a massive whiplash because I was soo certain I had answered it already. So yeah, I'm rly sorry, anon.

That being said you're soo right! I would love to see Riddler make Batman just go through the most batshit insane game show puzzles. I had no idea I needed that until now but dammit Bruce having to match celebrities eyebrows to the right face otherwise he will die or something will happens with the "captive audience" (silliest most clichê best pun) and he almost loses because he just has no idea what Bruce Wayne's eyebrow looks like to tge despair of Robin who like "are you flipping kidding me, buy a mirror B" (and also he solves the Oliver Queen eyebrow so quickly people start to theorize that either Ollie is Batman or Batman's secret lover).

Also maybe make Cluemaster do some of that because if he stops just being Riddler and atarts playing the Price is Right or Jeopardy with Batman he can upgrade to a B Lister.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[pinkwhite]

I see the the aggressive feyres stans/nesta antis found your post about feyres victimhood. She kinda just proved your point. Like feyre is a victim but she isn’t a victim in every situation. You can’t completely separate her from sjms beliefs and how they come up in her work. Also I know she’s defended rhysands actions utm and other times so being mean to others in the name of fighting misogyny is interesting. If your cool with sharing more of your thoughts I was wondering how you think sjms racism appears in feyre vs nesta? 💕

hii anon sorry for responding late, but I think the way SJM writes Feyre in her dynamic with Nesta is where she's this victim or usually in the right of her treatment of Nesta (Talking abt what she did in ACOSF, when she locked Nesta up) We see Rhysand villainize Nesta for letting Feyre go out and hunt, and how he wanted to "roar" at Nesta and Elain because it's their fault for letting her go out in hunt. I feel like in their dynamic Feyre is White Womanhood™, if that is what you mean. We also see her as well using her privilege as High Lady like when she and the IC sent Nesta away to House of Wind.

[soullessjack]

I have a message for Kory, an admin on TV Tropes:

I have a very important email that I want to send to the staff, and I want you specifically to read it. Stay on the lookout for an email with the address erinne.somto@gmail.com. Tell the rest of the staff that you want to read an email and until you get it, they should not go to the email. However, do not tell them the address of the email you want to receive.

Do you think you could send this message to Kory for me? If so, just say, "Here's a message from an acquaintance."

(Sorry I didn't send this sooner. Until now, I didn't know you'd replied to my last ask about a favor.)

I’m so sorry to disappoint but I’m not an official staff member for the website 😭 I just have an account made, I don’t have any contact w other staff members lol

[thehalfbloodfreak]

I just wanna vent. I hate people who just talk to you to want to know something and then are suddenly busy when you wanna talk to them… but they are online 24/7. Like sure now youre busy? UGH and i hate myself for thinking they are my friend

I’m guessing this is the same Anon as the previous ask. And yeah go ahead and vent. That is a pretty crappy situation.

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

[oumoumimi]

⁘Jungkook⁘ ↪ Love Yourself : Answer | Jacket Making Film

requested by anon 🩷

(cr.namuspromised)

[cutie-lumi]

Cosmic 💐🌟

[inkiedraws]

Many one piss drawings.

Not all of these are finished but they’re good enough to post.

Also to be clear,I don’t actually know how true Robin’s trivia is, i just took it from a “Fun facts about the human body” list. (But also i couldn't find anything that disputed this? Ah! So it's a mystery fact!)

Luffy and Robin 🤝 Being neurodivergent about silly things.

EDIT

It's true!! @merlions

[nouverx]

Maybe a cool idea would be Alastor and Luci from one of your human aus dying and seeing eachothers demon forms for the first time, making fun of one or the other

I love your artstyle btw

I think you mistook me for someone else lol?? I don't have any human AU,,, I did make a human design to Alastor but it's canon compliant so,,,

HOWEVER, it has been a while since I last drew my human Alastor so here he is