#switch!hiro

[gaybananabread]

okey okey since we got tadashi can we also se Hiroshima headcanons

omg i would love to see them especially made by you

have a grate day/ night

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💻⚡️Hiro Hamada Tkl Headcanons🕹🤖

~AN: Awww thank you! I’m gonna assume that auto-correct happened and you meant Hiro. I've been rewatching the series, and a lot of people point out his age and size. Poor boy looks so uncomfy when they do! Incorportaeted that a bit cuz I can- These reqs are so fun to do! I get to ramble without all the stress of a fic! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) Anyhow, thank you for requesting!~

General:

Hiro feels like he’s looked down on by others for his age/younger appearance.

For that reason, he strayed away from tickling in public and around his friends.

Fortunately for his mental health, he’s got a whole gang of buddies who helped him work through that backwards thinking (see lee section). 

Baymax may or may not have downloaded a new program specifically for tickle cheer-ups/therapy. Definitely not prompted by said friends…

Slowly, they got through to him. Turns out, once he got past the anxieties and irrational embarrassment, it’s actually kinda fun for him. Only with certain people, though, for both giving and receiving.

He gives lee vibes, so maybe a lee-leaning switch? Ler moods happen too, but they take time.

Lee:

At first, it took major getting used to. It was normally okay with Tadashi; he always meant well, and Hiro trusted him more than anyone. 

After he was gone, the boy really only trusted Aunt Cass. Even then, only light pokes or quick squeezes were allowed before he started thinking too much.

Once his friends helped him move past all the bad thoughts, he was much more open to the touch around them. In moderation, of course, but it was a start.

His worst spots are his knees and ribs. Surprisingly enough, he melts into bubbly, airy giggles when they go for his belly.

Super squeaky, bright giggles in general. When he really gets going, his laugh is loud and pitchy, full of little squeals and voice cracks. So, in other words, incredibly adorable-

His favorite lers are Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Go-Go, and of course Baymax. He’s obviously comfortable with Cass tickling him, but it’s sort of like being really vulnerable around your parents. Great sometimes, but not always the ideal situation.

Honey is just really sweet in general, always asking if he’s comfortable or in need of a break. Super nice about everything, and only goes as far as he asks. It can be really flustering, but he knows she means well. She smiles nearly as much as he does; it’s refreshing.

Wasabi is normally super selective about his touch, but if he’s in the right mood, he’ll tease Hiro all day. Typically super gentle; tickle hugs are generously given. Super methodical, makes little notes, out loud, about his spots and reactions.

Go-Go doesn’t tickle him often, but when she does…eugh boi. If it’s a really good day, and he’s in a massive lee mood, he’ll go to her for help. She’s a lot rougher than the others, unless he asks her not to be. Goes for his ribs almost immediately. She’ll never admit it, but she likes hearing his awkward laugh.

Baymax will tickle Hiro with some of the ~special features~ Tadashi installed. He can extend small little quill-tip like objects from his fingers. He's very gentle, only tickling Hiro lightly to cheer him up and get him used to feeling confident in his likes again. If needed/requested, though, he can definitely get full-on belly laughter from him.

He’s definitely a squirmer, no matter who’s getting him. Wiggles around and flails like a fish on a hook.

Ler:

Once he realizes most of his friends love the touch, Hiro starts getting ler moods.. 

The only one he ever really tickles is Honey Lemon. She gets lee moods pretty often, and will drop subtle hints to see if Hiro’s in the right mood.

He’s kinda shy until he gets in the groove of things. After that, he gets all snarky and smug; it’s all in the name of fun, though.

“This spot must be pretty bad if you’re laughing that hard~” “I’m barely touching you!” “Wow, that looks like it really tickles. Think I’ll stay here a while~”

All that confidence immediately dies when they ask for more or compliment him. He absolutely cannot handle what he dishes out.

Will blush as bright as the sun at a simple tease from his lee. We all know how Honey loves complimenting people. A few simple, sweet praises through her giggles, and he’s redder than she is!

She absolutely lets him tickle her.

While he would try, we all know the stringbean wouldn’t be able to actually pin any of his friends without help from his suit. He’s gotten stronger from hero work, but so have they.

The others don’t really ask him much, except for maybe Fred every blue moon. He’d normally bug Go-Go, but Hiro’s his backup if she isn’t available. 

I’d say he’s in between a rough and soft ler. Likes to poke and gently scribble, but he can and will dig in if the situation calls for it (or if he just feels like being a meanie). 

[futurealchemy]

hear me out: the hope kids having matching halloween costumes, but the costumes in question are rotbtd. specifically hiro as hiccup, miguel as jack, riley as merida and mei as rapunzel.

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

issei leaves his phone at home doesn’t respond in the seijoh 4 groupchat for one (1) day. he misses a lot. hiro grey issei blue.

[gamingpark]

Fairy Tail 2 - Recensione

Il titolo sviluppato da Gust migliora parte degli errori della precedente uscita senza perdere un briciolo della magia dell’opera a cui si ispira. Vorrei aprire questa recensione svelando che sono un grande fan dell’opera di Hiro Mashima, che ho scoperto diversi anni fa con il manga di Rave (innamorandomi subito di un personaggio ricorrente, il cane Plue) e che da allora ho seguito con grande…

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

MUCC - Daikirai 2006 2006

MUCC are a Japanese visual kei rock band, formed in Ibaraki Prefecture in 1997. The classic line up of Tatsuro on vocals, Miya on guitar, Yukke on bass, and Satochi on drums was solidified in 1999 following the departure of original bassist Hiro. After 24 years, Satochi retired from the music industry in October 2021, leaving MUCC a trio. They have released 16 studio albums, with 2020's Aku being their highest-charting. Although predominately a heavy band both lyrically and musically, MUCC is known for switching between music genres and styles frequently.

The song "Daikirai" ("Hate") originally appeared on the 2002 single "Fu wo Tataeru Uta", but was re-recorded in a new (and far superior imo) version for the 2006 single "Ryuusei" (poll #19).

On a personal note this is my absolute favourite angry song. 😌💖💖

"Daikirai" recieved a total of 52,7% yes votes! Previous MUCC polls: #19 "Ryuusei".

[padmeam1dala]

Miles Morales, e42.

Headcannons

Theme: Obsession

BEFORE DATING:

Love at first sight when you walked past him on your first day.

Became obsessed with the smell of you to the point he brought the same perfume’s just to smell you.

Watched you sleep one night after his duties as prowler.

Beat a boy up for talking about asking you out.

Forced his friends to stalk you, as a precaution.

Found out your full name and address without speaking to you ever.

Asked Aaron to pay your science teacher to put you in a group project with him.

Figured out your daily routine just to speak to you.

DURING DATING:

Messaged you first thing every morning.

Ditched his own friends to stick by your side.

Made you delete all the contacts of your male friends.

Yells at you for going somewhere without telling him.

Started becoming an insomniac when he wasn’t sleeping by your side.

Hunted you down as prowler one night, so you would cling to him (as miles) for awhile

Switched all his classes to yours to keep an eye on you.

Has slapped you once for yelling at him during an argument.

Manipulated you like it was his life mission.

AFTER DATING:

Continued to stalk you whenever he was free.

Made sure to ruin every date you ever went on.

Made up with you to baby trap you.

Eventually did baby trapped you, four times.

Married you very young (around,22yrs).

@hiro--aoki

[dat-town]

silly for you

Characters: Woonhak & female reader

Setting & genre: friends to lovers, fluff, comedy

Summary: In which Woonhak was supposed to babysit his cousin and ended up not only making him cry but maybe with a girlfriend.

Warnings: toddler things like crying and burping, one i will strangle you joke

Words: 1.5k

Author’s note: obviously inspired by the The Return of Superman episode where the little boy cried and Woonhak panicked (– in celebration of him going on a children program again)

unagi: HELP you: ?? unagi: i made a kid cry you: you did what now

Kim Woonhak became your best friend in middle school in the unlikely circumstances of being opposite genders because at that age, at the crisp of teenagehood, boys thought girls were cringe and girls thought boys were disgusting. And undeniably, Woonhak was every bit of a boy himself: he was loud, always ran around and believed that the school was his playground. He and his friends always played football in the breaks and came back to class all sweaty, eww. Despite being classmates, you didn’t interact with him more than necessary and had no plans on changing your mind about him either.

Then, one day when you found a mighty opponent in your favourite combat game at the arcade near school and it turned out to be none other than Kim Woonhak, everything changed. You started hanging out outside of school, playing together, dragging the other into new games you liked. At the time you had the biggest crush on Hiro Hamada from Big Hero 6 so you were obsessed with the Nintendo Switch game and Woonhak never made fun of your game of choice. Hanging out naturally evolved into grabbing snacks together, spending the last of your pocket money on lollipops and popping candies as well as instant ramyeon, because Woonhak was in the constant state of hunger and his teenage boy stomach could eat anytime. In school you both still had your own friend groups that didn’t really interact but it wasn’t awkward, you didn’t avoid each other or anything, you just spent time together away from them.

Then in high school you were put in the same class in the same school and started seating together in the back, partners-in-crime for every mischief. You let him copy your notes when he fell asleep during class and he brought you your favourite melon drink in exchange. You went to cheer for him when he made it to the high school’s baseball team and he was always ready to help when your movie club needed recommendations or you needed somebody to cover for you when you were being late.

After so many years, it was safe to say that you had seen him in many chaotic situations, but him making a child cry was really a new thing.

unagi: im at my uncle’s, babysitting my baby cousin but he keeps crying you: did you try i dunno holding him and rocking him in your arms? unagi: he just cries harder when i wanna pick him up unagi: what do i do yn? what if he hates me? unagi: im seriously losing my mind you: don’t be like that you big baby. toddlers are just like that, he doesn’t hate you unagi: TT you: text me the address. i’m coming over unagi: REALLY?

Your mouth involuntarily curled up in a smile. You couldn’t help it. The older he got the cooler Woonhak wanted to seem. Maybe it was because of his older friends or because he was the eldest in his family but to you he was still the kid who cried over animal movies and threw tantrums when he lost a round after being so close to winning. He had a big heart and he wore it on his sleeve and you liked it about him. Maybe a bit too much.

You knew exactly when it started shifting, the way you viewed Woonhak. When you started wanting to hold his hand or hug him a bit longer. It was easy to tell because normally you had never been overly affectionate with each other. Sure, you had always gotten each other’s back, whether it was about homework or schoolmates talking behind your backs. You knew each other’s favourite snacks and how to rile up the other in games. He was there to listen to you complain about your family drama and you listened to his dozenth rant about his hyungs teasing him. You were friends, good friends, best friends even but then Go Hayee happened and it was never the same again.

In high school after puberty hit Woonhak with height growth and his baseball practices started building up some healthy muscle over his lanky limbs, girls at school started to notice him and based on the pink tip of his ears, Woonhak liked the attention. It wasn’t even that or jealousy that triggered your realization, it was seeing Woonhak’s pure giving heartbreak into two because Go Hayee took his affection for granted and found a new target by next week. There in their living room, playing Mario Kart and eating ice cream, you told Woonhak that he deserved better, that he deserved somebody who really appreciated him and when he turned to you with a pout and soft eyes, you wanted to be that person.

Then Woonhak shifled out a laugh and muttered:

“Thanks bro,” shattering your newfound naive hope.

But still, he was your best friend, so when he called for your help, even if it was because of a crying child, you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed your bag and hopped on the first bus towards the address he had sent you, knocking on the door not much later.

Woonhak swung the entrance open after barely two knocks, looking as dishevelled as somebody could be who unsuccessfully tried to calm a kid down. His hair was a mess, his plaid shirt was hanging off one shoulder, his white tee underneath stained with whatever baby food there was around but he still managed to look cute, it was unfair.

“Y/N! Gosh, thanks for coming!” he exclaimed with a tug on your arm to get you inside the house. “He keeps crying, I really don’t know what to do.”

“Did he sleep and eat?” you asked, trying to figure out if maybe the baby was just exhausted and needed a nap or he was hungry. Maybe he was just missing his mom, who knew. You definitely weren’t an expert but you had been babysitting for your neighbours before, so you had a few guesses.

“Yeah, my aunt told me he slept in the afternoon and I fed him the porridge thing she told me to,” Woonhak led you inside the living room after giving you a house slipper and true to his word, there he was, the little boy was in his baby playpen crying loudly. You reached inside to pick him up, holding his tiny body close to your chest, patting his back lightly while rocking him gently.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, shooting a reassuring smile in Woonhak’s direction too because he seemed almost as distressed as the baby.

It took a few minutes of singing children songs off-key (Woonhak was actually better at that) and rocking the baby in your arms for him to let out a few burps and then stop crying. Oh, his stomach must have hurt.

“Wanna hold him now?” You asked your best friend who watched you in awe but took over the job swiftly and seeing him handling his baby cousin with so much care and adoration was definitely a lovely sight your heart wasn’t quite ready for.

It didn’t take too long after that for the toddler to doze off and Woonhak gently placed him inside his bed, switching on the baby monitor before the two of you went back to the living room to clean up a bit. Once you were out of earshot of the baby’s room, your best friend slumped against you, his forehead hitting your shoulder dramatically as he crouched down from his ridiculous height to accommodate the position.

“Oh my god, thank you! You are a lifesaver!” He rambled in a tired, hushed voice once silence settled in. “I could seriously kiss you right now… Hehe what am I saying? I mean like a platonic bro kiss, you know,” Woonhak giggled as he pulled back to put some distance between you, avoiding your eyes after those blurted out words.

“Right, a bro kiss…” you snorted with an eye roll, because what the hell was that? Is that another thing Myung Jaehyun with his inability to keep his hands off another human being taught him?

Woonhak let out an awkward laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

“I mean… unless…”

“Unless?” You almost shrieked because why were you still talking about this?

“Like if you wanna…”

“Kim Woonhak, I swear I will strangle you if you want to turn our friendship into something casual,” you interrupted the boy, exasperated,  because your wildly beating heart couldn’t handle more half-finished sentences.

Your best friend definitely sported a blush high on his cheeks by then and you were sure you didn’t look any different. Woonhak looked like he was getting ready to get on those high rollercoasters he hated in theme parks with his teeth nervously leaving dents in his lower lip.

“And if it’s not something casual or platonic?” He blurted out and it was your turn to stutter.

“I… I guess that’s fine then.”

“Really?” Woonhak lit up and nuzzled close to you like an overgrown puppy. “Are you serious? Can we?”

Later you would tease him about his enthusiasm and hold out until he properly asked you out but for now, you were happily engulfed in his hug, enjoying his closeness. At least until his cousin’s sudden crying sounds didn’t remind you both of his babysitting duties.

[imaginehappyhavoc]

Hi could i requesst ssome headcanonss of the thh boyss with a sselectively mute reader? Thankss!

A/N: Our first official ask! As a person who also struggles with selective mutism, this ask made me smile ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶

Pairing: Thh boys x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

♡ Makoto is a very understanding and patient person by nature, so it didn’t take him long to adjust to your selective mutism.

♡ He didn’t know what it was at first, and he was confused as to why you would suddenly stop talking for hours or even days at a time. Not angry, mind you, just confused.

♡ He tentatively asked you about it when he was sure you were feeling up to responding, and he was so very respectful about it.

♡ After you took the time to patiently explain selective mutism to him, the two of you were immediately on the same page.

♡ He finds himself on the internet often, idly looking through posts made by people with the same problem, hoping to understand better.

♡ Now, once he realizes you’re not responding, he just switches casually to yes or no questions.

♡ He also offers more physical contact in these moments. He’ll squeeze your shoulder or tug gently on your sleeve as a nonverbal way of showing his support.

♡ It’s a barely noticeable change, but you can tell how much he cares for you in every small gesture.

Byakuya Togami (Platonic):

♡ To be completely honest, Byakuya thought you were being petty at first.

♡ He’s aware that he can be tactless at times, and he has a tendency to say things that come across as insensitive, but he really thought the “silent treatment” was a bit childish.

♡ His annoyance started to waver when he noticed you would still smile at him, even when you wouldn’t speak.

♡ Then, he noticed that it was everyone that was getting this treatment, and not just him.

♡ He came to the conclusion that you weren’t attempting some sort of petty revenge, but just didn’t like to talk sometimes.

♡ He supposed he could understand that. He himself found talking to others to be exhausting, at times.

♡ He immediately relaxed around you, a barely noticeable drop in his shoulders telling you that he was no longer tense.

♡ He hasn’t exactly changed any of his behavior regarding your nonverbal bouts, aside from the fact that he no longer scoffs and rolls his eyes when you don’t respond to him.

♡ Still, the air around you two seemed to be rid of tension all at once, and you settled into a peaceful rhythm with one another.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

♡ If we’re being completely honest, Yasuhiro didn’t notice.

♡ He kinda just thought you liked to spend quality time fully chilled out. He could get behind that.

♡ So when you went quiet when hanging out with him, he went quiet too. Just vibing.

♡ You, however, misread this. You thought he was angry with you for “not trying” to be social, and that was why he stopped talking when you did.

♡ When you finally worked up the courage to apologize, and explain yourself, Hiro just blinked at you.

♡ He just sort of goes: “… oh! Dude, I thought you were just chilling! Like, thanks for telling me, but I was having a good time. You don’t gotta apologize for that!”

♡ And, honestly, nothing actually changes after that.

♡ Now that you knew he was perfectly fine with hanging out in silence with you, the only thing that really changed was that you weren’t stressed about it anymore.

♡ The two of you simply lounge in his comfy dorm room, sometimes cuddling, sometimes not. Hiro appreciates the vibe either way.

Leon Kuwata:

♡ The first time you ever went nonverbal around him, he thought you were being funny.

♡ He would poke at you, put his face really close to yours, and try to pry hard enough to get you to “break.”

♡ You cracked a smile at his antics, and he thought he’d won, but then he noticed that you still weren’t talking.

♡ The longer you were silent, the more his smile dropped. He was getting genuinely worried that something was wrong.

♡ He eventually asked you, in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, if you were alright. All you could do was squeeze his hand, and smile reassuringly.

♡ He stayed tense until you finally felt up to speaking again, and explained your selective mutism.

♡ It took him a minute to process, but once he understood, he was committed to being as supportive as humanly possible.

♡ When you two were out with friends, and he noticed that you were retreating in on yourself, he would redirect the conversation to himself. He’d answer questions for you, butt into side conversations that were meant for you, all so you wouldn’t feel nervous about speaking to other people.

♡ He does his absolute best to make you feel comfortable when you’re muted. He doesn’t even care that friends start to think he’s a bit too eager to talk to them. Just as long as you know he’s there for you.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

(Chihiro will be included in both thh boys and girls groups for headcanons, unless specified otherwise)

♡ Chihiro was fully convinced you were mad at them.

♡ It took them maybe two minutes to start tearfully apologizing for whatever they did to upset you, and you panicked.

♡ As much as you wanted to verbally reassure them, you knew you just couldn’t. So, instead, you gestured wildly, shaking your head with wide eyes.

♡ Despite their nerves, Chihiro managed to get the gist of what you were trying to say: They’re good, talking is bad.

♡ After apologizing for apologizing, Chihiro just stayed close to you for a long time. They wrapped their arms around one of yours, and leaned on you to provide some sort of comfort, though they didn’t know if it was more for you or for them.

♡ It wasn’t until everything clicked in their head, that you were simply nonverbal, that they relaxed entirely.

♡ They dutifully took on the role of caretaker, even if you didn’t necessarily need one. They’re always so eager to care for you, protect you, so you just sit back and allow yourself to be pampered.

♡ They make extra sure that you eat, and that you’re drinking enough water. They’ll pool all of their stuffed animals- and yours, if you have any- into one room, and make you a lovely little cuddle pile to let you rest your mind for a while.

♡ Their support is, for all intents and purposes, aggressive. It’s surprising, but not unwelcome.

Mondo Owada:

♡ Like Chihiro, Mondo totally thought you were mad, and he’d done something wrong.

♡ Unlike Chihiro, he sorta shouts his apology at you. His damned nerves always made him too loud and jumpy, after all.

♡ When you’re able to explain, it takes him a while to wrap his head around. It’s not something he’d ever heard about before, but it was you, so it had to be important.

♡ It takes a lot of patience, but he eventually gets it. After that, he’s stuck to you like glue every time you go mute.

♡ He’ll wrap his arm around your shoulders if you’re in public, and give withering stares to anyone who tries to press you to speak.

♡ It’s genuinely impressive, how intense he gets when he’s defending you.

♡ In private, however, he’s much softer. Tactile as he is, he loves to hold you tightly, encouraging you to rest and take it easy.

♡ When he speaks, he does so in such a soft voice it nearly makes you cry. Adoration is poured into every syllable, and it’s almost too much to bear.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

♡ Unlike everyone else, Taka knew about your selective mutism the moment the relationship started.

♡ He’s a firm believer in bold simplicity, so the moment you expressed that you wanted to be his partner, he told you everything.

♡ Naturally, he encouraged you to tell him everything as well, as transparency is one of the most important things to him.

♡ When you got to your selective mutism, Taka didn’t know what it meant. But what does he do when he doesn’t know something? He researches!

♡ Hundreds of questions followed. “How often would you say this happens? Are you able to type or write during these episodes? What are some things I could do to ease your mind when you’re nonverbal?” It was like talking to a doctor.

♡ Even after his conversation with you, he wasn’t satisfied with his own knowledge, and he turned to the internet.

♡ He researched and researched, and came out two days later with an arsenal of information and tools at his disposal. It’s… actually a little intimidating.

♡ He even went so far as to make flash cards for you! Little cards with basic sentences and questions on them that you could use to communicate.

♡ No matter what it is you may need or want, Taka gets it for you so fast it’s impressive. If you need something that isn’t on one of your cards, he wastes no time in making a new one for you.

♡ His tendency to bury himself in research and practice is a bit hard to be annoyed by, especially when it’s for you.

Hifumi Yamada (Platonic):

♡ Hifumi put two and two together remarkably fast.

♡ You simply didn’t want to talk. That was fine. After all, you were one of his first friends. Who was he to complain?

♡ He doesn’t ask questions or press you for conversation. He only ever asks if you’re feeling alright, before moving on.

♡ If you’re the type that likes to be talked to when you’re nonverbal, he’ll talk your ear off.

♡ He just has so many ideas running around in his head! He could keep you entertained and engaged for days.

♡ If not, he’s more than happy to sit in silence with you as he works on a project. You make a fantastic body double, he quickly discovers.

♡ Overall, he’s incredibly relaxed about your selective mutism. Unexpectedly, he’s the type to just go with the flow. When it comes to you, at least.

[ikemenfangirl]

UN:LOGiCAL (Nintendo Switch) Otome game JP

Title: UN:LOGiCAL

By: LicoBiTs

Platform: Nintendo Switch

Language: Japanese

Website: https://licobits-game.com/unlogical

PV: https://youtu.be/riJvhXN23Z4

✦ Female protagonist

✦ Visual novel game

STORY

"UN:LOGICAL" is a VR game that only invited player can participate in.

In this virtual world where touch, taste, and pain are realistic, adorable "apprentice angels" are said to welcome you as NPCs.

Those who participate for the reward money are later threatened by the "side effects" caused by the game.

CAST

Kanna Suzuno (Main Character) nameable

Age: 20

❓ Miyabi CV: Otsuka Takeo #大塚剛央

Keyword: Conflict

Age: ??

💛 Munakata Kai CV: Ishikawa Kaito #石川界人

Keyword: Obsession

Age: 23

🩶 Nagamori Ran CV: Toyonaga Toshiyuki #豊永利行

Keyword: Faithful

Age: 19

💜 Yasaka Soichi CV: Uchida Yuma #内田雄馬

Keyword: Mercifulness

Age: 27

💚 Yuri CV: Shimazaki Nobunaga #島﨑信長

Keyword: Cheerful

Age: 25

SUB - Characters

◾️ Kohaku CV: Kaji Yuki #梶裕貴

◾️ Ruri CV: Shimono Hiro #下野紘

◾️ Chihiro CV: Kumagai Kentaro #熊谷健太郎

◾️ Menou CV: Aizawa Saya #会沢紗弥

◾️ Himejima Kyosuke CV: Taito Ban #坂泰斗

mor info https://www.facebook.com/share/p/159DRGEmzu/?mibextid=wwXIfr

🔺 Character design and original art: Hanamura Mai

X: https://x.com/unlogical_jp

※ English translation is expected. waiingt for updates.

[seoafin]

riko hiro and nagi end up going to public school bc it's one of things ripmc refuses to budge on despite both stsg wanting private (ripmc says that megumi turned out fine! and gojo is like what is your definition of fine!?) and it's not like they're hiding that they're siblings but then it's teacher/parent conferences because riko shoved a girl's head into a toilet (she deserved it) and gojo AND geto come in and that's when the rumors begin to spread because everybody thinks one is the ex husband but nobody knows if you're currently with gojo or geto. stsg feed the confusion by switching who gets to currently be married to you causing everyone to speculate. except riko eventually gets so fed up she says that you're single and divorced BOTH of them and that sends everyone into a frenzy. (hiro and nagi refuse to comment) cue forward to your first appearance ever and you're like. the most ordinary woman ever. and also very confused as to why people are giving you Looks

[teavich]

HAPPY 400 FOLLOWERS @hiro-doodlez !!!!!

decided to switch out blueberror for lust bc why not ✌️

I had so much fun doing this!!! I forgot how much I love experimenting with colors <3

[azuramarigold]

The Switch

Series Synopsis: Now in your early thirties you start believing that you'll never find "The One". You decided that "life was in session" and you wanted to become what you have always wanted - a mother. Your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, Hiromi Higuruma, has never gotten over you and he's been tasked by you to help you find the perfect candidate. You get what you desired, a child, but it's weird that they act so much like your best friend.

Based on the film "The Switch" starting Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman.

*Note: there will be some changes to the original plot, but for the most part it is the same.

Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo's Friday Night Flicks.

CW: sexual content, cussing, use of alcohol, tampering of medical devices, bodily fluids, pregnancy, self insemination, lovers to friends, friends to lovers, Hidden Baby Trope but not really. More content warnings to be added.

Dividers by: @popmilky @anitalenia @saradika-graphics

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Chapter 1: Finding The One

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Characters in chapter: reader/Y/N, Hiromi Higuruma, Shoko Ieiri

Another day at the firm, another day getting his ass handed to him in court, and it was another day of seeing his best friend.

            Everyone in the world is always rushing, an urge in their steps to get where they needed to go. However, no matter how rushed people were, they were late. Late with opportunities – like a job offer or telling the person you love that you love them. People seemed to want to rush themselves to get to a finish line that didn’t need to be a finish line.

            Maybe that is why it is called the “Human Race”.

            It seemed no matter what he did in life, it was never enough. He tried to do more, but it ended up costing him greatly. He pulls back and he’s being an indifferent ass. He tried not to let it get to him, but it seemed the only way he could ignore everything else in life, was seeing someone he truly cared for.

            Hiromi Higuruma shuffled his way to the usual brewery restaurant that he and you always met at. In the usual spot in the corner, there you were. Sitting at a wooden table, you were nervously picking at your nails, a glass of ale already in front of you. Once your eyes met Higuruma’s, a smile crossed your features as you did a little wave at him.

            Face blushing red, he made his way past other patrons, his suit jacket over his left arm while his briefcase was in his right. A few other regulars said their greetings to him as he smiled and politely greeted them back. After what felt like a century, Higuruma made it to the table.

            “Sorry for being late,” Higuruma huffed, completely out of breath as he set his things down in the extra chair next to him. “Trial went a little longer than I thought.”

            “It’s alright, Hiromi,” you smiled at him. “If it went longer than normal, isn’t that a good thing? It means you were really fighting.”

            Higuruma rolled his eyes as the familiar waitress brought him a glass of the same whisky he always ordered. Mouthing a thank you to her, he took the glass and downed it one go, ignoring the burning sensation down his throat.

            “Fuck, I really needed that…” he breathed as he set the glass down. “But yeah, I had some amazing evidence, but you know how the Prosecution is.” He shrugged, a sigh escaping him.

            “You’ll get it next time, Hiro,” you encouraged.

            “You say that every time…” he replied in exasperation.

            “And I mean it every time,” you insisted, straightening yourself in your chair. “You’re an amazing defense attorney, Hiro.”

            “Yeah, whatever,” he muttered as another glass of whisky was brought to him. “You seemed very intense on the phone by the way earlier,” Higuruma said to you. “What’s up?”

            You open your mouth into an overexaggerated “O”. “What? I did not!” you insisted, your tone pitching.

            “You pitch when you lie,” Higuruma pointed out. “And I’ve known you for about a decade, I think I know when you’re thinking about something.”

            An order of edamame and yakitori was brought to the table with another round of drinks. The wait staff and kitchen knew the song and dance you and Higuruma played.

            After all, this was the same place you two had your first date over ten years ago while in undergrad. Things didn’t work out, but you two stayed close as friends. You two still hung out at shopping centers and came to the same restaurant ordering the same thing every time.

            “Okay, here, let me show you something,” you sighed as you reached into your large tote bag that was in the extra chair next to you. You pulled out a graph, something to do with stocks. “I know you like stocks. What do you think of this?” The rates were booming, and it was good that Higuruma bought when he did.

            “That’s good stock,” he replied aimlessly. “I just purchased a few shares last week, remember?”

            You flip the chart to its side, showing a great decline. “And what would you do if your stock ended up like this?” you asked.

            “Sell,” Higuruma automatically replied. “It’s not making anything. Just sell it.”

            “This is what a woman’s fertility looks like after a certain age,” you bluntly tell him. You ignored the sudden spit take that Higuruma did of his whisky, coughing roughly. “So, I would like you, my best friend in the entire world Hiromi, to be the first to know – I’m gonna have a baby.”

            “Y-You’re pregnant!?” Higuruma sputtered, the liquor dripping down his chin. “Since when!? And you’re drinking…!?”

            You took the paper that had the stocks on it and rolled it up, smacking Higuruma over the head. “I’m not!” you told him. “Yet.”

            “The hell is that supposed to mean!?”

            “It means I’m in the market for some semen,” you bluntly told him, your eyes narrowed. “I’m thirty-two, Hiromi, I can’t keep waiting forever for ‘Mr. Right’ to sweep me off my feet, marry me, and then knock me up!”

            Higuruma blotted his chin with a napkin. “Quite a vulgar way to put it…” he murmured.

            “You know what I mean!” you whined. “After the age of twenty-five, a woman’s ability to conceive drops. I had all my stuff checked out by my OBGYN, and she said my levels were perfect.” You emphasized you meaning with a large smile and doing the “okay” hand sign. “My cervical mucous is top quality.”

            “Thank you for telling me that critical information,” Higuruma deadpanned. “I definitely needed to know the status of your vagina.”

            “This is serious!” you shouted at him. “She kept mentioning my age and that if I wait any longer, I won’t be able to conceive. Life is in session now, I can’t wait anymore!”

            Higuruma raised a brow. “Did you get that from an infomercial?” he asked almost quizzically.

            “No.”

            “How many things did you buy?”

            “Like three things, but that’s not the point!” You slammed one hand on the table. “I want to have a baby! I’m ready to have one! I have my new column for the paper and website, so I can even work from home, and it makes great money. And guess what!? It’s the twenty-first century, I don’t need a man to have a baby!”

            “Biologically speaking, yes, you do…” Higuruma informed with a sour, pessimistic tone.

            You took your rolled up stock paper again and slapped him over the head. “Fucker! Don’t use semantics on me!”

            Higuruma winced as you hit him, emphasizing your words with each smack. “Y/N, I’m just pointing out logic here…!” he defended. “Besides, why are you telling me this!?”

            “I need your help finding some semen,” you informed bluntly.

            Higuruma raised an eyebrow. “Um… what?” he dumbly replied.

            “Look, you don’t even need to do IVF with the sperm bank shit anymore,” you said to Higuruma. “I do some interviews with some guys, get their genetic background, I buy an insemination kit online, and BOOM! Baby with no sex attached!”

            “Sex is the fun part though…” Higuruma grumbled. He popped an edamame into his mouth. “What, you want me to jerk off in a cup or…?”

            Your face twisted into surprise. “Huh…? What…!?” you sputtered. “No, I’m not asking you to do that!”

            Higuruma threw himself back in his chair, the chair scraping against the floor. “What’s wrong with my sperm!?” he demanded, clearly offended.

            “Yours…?” you mumbled wearily, your eyes darting from side to side. “N-Nothing, there’s nothing wrong, Hiromi! I’m sure it’s killer sperm!”

            “Damn right! My swimmers are doing quite well!”

            “It’s just… weird?” you finally say with an awkward smile. “We’re best friends, ya know?”

            “We’ve had sex before,” Higuruma reminded matter-of-factly. “And it’s cheaper then…” he then gestured at your stock paper. “… whatever this is. Feels like weird prostitution to me.”

            You cross your arms, drumming your fingers. “We had sex almost a decade ago, Hiromi,” you flatly say. “We mutually broke it off and decided to be friends. And you’re comparing me wanting to have a baby to prostitution?”

            “I mean, you’re asking a man to give bodily fluids!” Higuruma argued, sticking to his case. “You’re paying a man for a service to give you a result. Instead of sexual desire, you’re getting a kid.” He ran a hand through his already disheveled dark hair. “Besides, there are legal cases against this sort of thing: a woman bought sperm thinking it was from who she thought was a great successful guy, turned out to be a homeless guy!”

            You rolled your eyes at Higuruma’s “logic”.

            “Kid turned out homeless later in life, and she tried to sue because of it,” Higuruma continued. “She lost as that could not be proven. You really wanna bet a cup of semen is from who you want? What if they were a serial killer or something?”

            “You’re blowing this out of proportion, Hiro!” you shouted, clearly annoyed at the claims. “It’s nothing like that!”

            “You’re really going to argue with a lawyer?”

            “And that is a main reason I wouldn’t want your sperm!” you revealed, hand gesturing to him.

            Higuruma blinked a couple of times. “Huh…?”

            “You’re a damn lawyer, and you argue about everything like you’re in court!” you pointed out. “You’re also pessimistic-”

            “I call it being a realist, but go off I guess,” Higuruma interrupted.

            “- you’re aloof, apathetic, and I swear you’re a masochist putting yourself through case after case where you know you’re not going to win!” You listed everything on your hand.

            “I can win,” Higuruma stated with a huff, crossing his arms. “I get the evidence I need, it’s the justice system that’s-”

            “And you don’t take accountability,” you added bitterly. “You’re trying to argue that you don't argue!”

            “What happened about me being a great defense attorney!?” he threw at you. “So, all the years of you saying I’m great was a fat lie. Cool.”

            You sighed in exasperation, a hand trailing down your face. “You are a great defense attorney,” you honestly tell him. “But you need to look at the bigger picture when you’re taking on certain cases.”

            Higuruma slumped in his chair. “Okay… fair,” he huffed as he grabbed for his whisky glass. “But you’re also right that it would be weird if I fathered the kid…” he then admitted.

            You nodded, finally relieved that he was understanding. “Okay, so I have a few resumes…” you then say, a smile playing on your lips.

            “You’re making it sound like you’re hiring a guy,” Higuruma said, agitation laced in his voice.

            “It’s a mutual contract,” you say defensively. “Yes, I do pay for the materials and time, but he doesn’t pay child support or to be in the baby’s life.”

            “You could’ve done a one-night stand.”

            “And risk the factor of the unknown!?” you sputtered. “No. At least with this genetic testing I can see if there is a potential for something down the road and prepare myself for it.” You slid a few resumes you had printed off before coming to the brewery. “See what my options are.”

            Higuruma skimmed the first one, his dark eyes narrowing. “This says he’s a politician…” He glared at you. “You say I’m argumentative when this is one of your options!? At least I fight for the little guy!”

            You snatched the papers from him. “If you’re not gonna help, then piss off!”

            Higuruma groaned as he put his face in his hands. “Fine, I’ll help… and I’ll lay off the dialog and just keep it internally.”

            You smiled, reaching your free hand across the table and grasped his. “Thank you, Hiro, that’s all I’m asking for.”

            He nodded numbly, barely registering what you had said.

***

The weekend approached quickly, and you and Higuruma were at a party that was hosted by one of your friends.

            Shoko, your friend and ex-roommate from college, approached you, a cigarette in her mouth, and in her hand was a red solo cup full of booze.

            “Hey, I bet if you get sloshed enough any one of these guys are fuckable!” Shoko joked with a slur. “I bet it would even make Higuruma fuckable.”

            Higuruma gave a grin of disdain. “Ah, Ieiri, always a pleasure,” he greeted her sarcastically.

            “I don’t need your pleasantries, Lawyer Boy,” Shoko slurred. She then turned to you. “One of the guys I was telling you about is here, let me introduce you to him! He's in the oncology unit at the hospital!” She grabbed your wrist and dragged you off.

            The friend that Shoko was showing you was someone that she went to medical school with. He was tall, well mannered and intelligent. However, you felt that the vibe wasn’t right. If you didn’t want lawyer sperm, what made Shoko think you wanted overworked doctor sperm?

            The man kept asking you questions, and you nervously answered them. He took the nervousness as being interested, however, you felt uncomfortable.

            You politely excused yourself to get a drink while Shoko trailed after you, prodding you verbally on what you didn't like about the guy.

            Higuruma had seen the interaction from the sidelines, him nursing a beer. With a devilish grin, he forced himself to approach Shoko’s friend.

            “Hey, you were talking to Y/N?” Higuruma asked dumbly.

            “Oh, yeah, Shoko was introducing us,” the man sheepishly replied. “She’s pretty.”

            Higuruma nodded in agreement. “Yes, gorgeous,” he added. “Now… this is between you and me…” He gestured for the man to lean forward. “I heard her say that ‘It’s on like Donkey Kong’, you catch my drift?”

            The man’s once sheepish grin turned dopey. “W-Wow, really?!” he exclaimed loudly.

            “Yeah, she said meet her on the balcony,” Higuruma said as he pointed the sliding glass door that led to a small balcony. “She’ll give you more details.”

            “Oh, shit, thanks man!” the doctor clapped a hand on Higuruma’s shoulder before heading to the balcony.

            Once the man was on the balcony, Higuruma promptly locked it and walked away. He purposely went to the stereo and turned it up louder, earning loud whoops of excitement from the crowd, to drown out the shouting from the man outside.

            You returned to Higuruma’s side, a glass of vodka, lemon-lime soda, and grenadine mixed for an alcoholic Shirley Temple. “Hey, were have you been!?” you asked loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

            “Around,” Higuruma simply replied. “Would you have actually slept with that guy?” he then suddenly asked.

            Your eyes narrowed. “Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” you shouted angrily at him. “You think I’m that desperate that I would stoop my standards that low!?”

            “You dated and fucked me,” Higuruma reminded with a shit-eating grin.

            “Which is why I raised my standards,” you revealed hotly.

            “Ouch.”

            You sighed as you rubbed at your temple with a free hand. “Hiro, I get you’re looking out for me, but I can handle myself,” you finally said, trying to see his point of view. “I already didn’t get a good feel for him. That’s why I excused myself.”

            “Ah.”

            There was the sound of muffled hands banging against the sliding glass door. Only a few people paid attention, but your jaw dropped in a combination of laughter and shock.

            “Did you lock him out there!?”

            “I plead the fifth,” Higuruma quipped as he slammed his beer.

            You took that as your cue to leave the party, the doctor still on the balcony desperately trying to get all the drunkards’ attention to let him back inside. His eyes met Higuruma's for a split second, Higuruma giving a cheeky smile while wriggling his fingers as if to say, “Ha! Sucker!”

            Both you and Higuruma left the party and opted to head back to your apartment. Your apartment was a nice spacious two bedroom in a nice part of Tokyo. When you got your job with the paper it came with a nice sign-on bonus for you to put down a deposit.

            Sitting cross-legged on the floor, you begin to pile up stacks of papers. They were resumes of the candidates. You started shuffling through them, making a comment here and there – “Oh, he has cute dimples! Do I want my baby to have dimples?” “Look how green his eyes are, Hiro! Oh, that would be so cute on a little girl!”

            You were absolutely gushing at every candidate, making Higuruma shift uncomfortably. He would give a small smile, but it faltered as soon as you looked away. He didn’t like the way your eyes lit up at the sight of every guy.

            There was a time he thought you two would get back together, he always had it in the back of his mind. Since the day you mentioned you wanted a baby, the thoughts raced through his head. What would a baby that was a combination of you two look like? He knew what he said back at the restaurant was full of shit – that it would be weird if he was the father.

            However, that was far from his mind. Higuruma would love to have a baby with you. He would love to assist you through it all. Higuruma still had the engagement ring he was going to propose with; yet the night he was about to, you had brought up that even after two years dating, they were better off as friends.

            It nearly broke his heart, and he reluctantly agreed with a wavering smile. He didn’t want to leave his flat at all, only forcing himself to his undergrad internships as his mentor, now boss, threatened to fail him. After a month of wallowing in self-pity, you came back into his life. Higuruma thought you wanted to get back together, yet what you said was the reason he stuck around.

            “I can’t really be away from you, ya know? Like, we should still be a part of each other’s lives. I think we owe ourselves that.”

            So Higuruma stayed around. You two did almost everything together, just without the boyfriend/girlfriend title attached.

            Higuruma sitting there, watching your pretty face smile and light up at each candidate, men that were not him, felt like a jagged knife was plunging deeper, and deeper into his heart. When it got to be around one in the morning, Higuruma left, shrugging on a jacket and waving subtly at you.

            That night Higuruma barely slept. All that kept racing in his mind was that you think so little of him. You didn’t want him to be a major part of this life decision, yet you were still asking him to help choose a sperm donor for her child.

            Am I not good enough?

            The next morning Higuruma slugged off to the firm, his boss, Mr. Norizuki, raising a brow before rushing up to Higuruma’s small office. Mr. Norizuki was a fantastic attorney, he won as many cases as he had lost, and he helped Higuruma through such a dark time. Norizuki had a more laidback type of personality but can be firm when needed.

            “Yo, Hiro, had fun in the ‘Friend Zone’ last night?” Norizuki teased with a large grin.

            “No, it was awful,” Higuruma complained. “Does she not understand that it’s almost torturous to wave all those men in front of my face!?” He slumped his head into his desk. “Why am I even part of it at all…? It would have been much easier if I was kid’s father.”

            Norizuki offhandedly shrugged. “Hiromi, you just need to move past her,” he suggested. “Once she has the baby, you were going to be second fiddle anyways.”

            Higuruma groaned, “If it was our kid, I would get it… but another guy who is a complete stranger…?” He then slammed his forehead into the wood again. “A one-night stand is a better option…! At least there would be fun in that!”

            Norizuki gave a rough sigh, “Hiromi, you’ve been in this situation with her for, what, eight years already?”

            “Roughly.”

            “If she wanted to get back together, she would have already done so.”

            Higuruma sat back up in his seat, his expression weary. “Maybe… maybe you’re right.”

            Life is in session, right? Maybe I should just let it go…

            The two attorneys then got to work, looking over case files. Higuruma met with a client whose wife was accused of a petty crime. The weary lawyer decided to take the case to show you he wasn’t a masochist. Meeting with the wife at the jail was easy and simple, and it was a cut and dry case. For once, Higuruma was confident in his case and was eager to tell you.

            As if the Fates knew it, Higuruma’s cellphone pinged that you had messaged him.

            A smile on his face, he swiped at his phone to see your message.

            Only for his smile to fall into a thin line.

            Y/N: Hiro! Come meet me and the candidate I chose!

            Higuruma’s blood ran cold as you proceeded to send a selfie picture of you and a white-haired man throwing up a peace sign, his eyes covered with pitch black glasses.

            “You have got to be fucking kidding me…”

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I hate (love) Director Tee!

Director Tee, who also directed I Feel You Linger in the Air, Step by Step, Something in My Room, Lovely Writer, and Hidden Agenda is all about the visual rhetoric, so I knew he'd be up to his same old shenanigans in I Saw You in My Dream, but why was this already happening in the first episode?!

Tee pulled this in I Feel You Linger in the Air with one character hidden behind a transparent barrier but looking fuzzy as if they were in a dream or stuck in a different world.

And while Ai is always lit by the light source, Yu is hidden in the darkness as his back is to the light source.

And this happens often.

So the lights flickering on the Christmas tree were a nice touch to show this 'light' dynamic between Yu and Ai.

Yu's face is also obscured in his reflections.

Since mirrors act as reflections of the truth, it's as if Tee is telling us that Yu can't face his reality or he is hiding from his truth.

Even when Ai tries to capture Yu's face for a picture, Yu blocks him.

And even when Ai does get a picture of Yu, the light source blinds out Yu's face.

Because Yu's job allows him to capture moments without being a part of them. He can create distance by shielding his face and hiding behind the camera (how very My Beautiful Man's Hiro of him).

But Tee is constantly reinforcing the removal of reality through the props as well as Ai wears a "Dream Theater" shirt when he dreams of being with Yu.

The poster in his room is a parody of a La La Land called Dream Land.

And in the psychology section of the library, Ai focused on the dream section.

And finally picked Lucid Horizons: Unveiling the Dreamscape.

But the props also connect the boys because when Ai went over to Yu's house to sleep, Yu was wearing a "Shut-Up! I'm watching the game shirt"

While Ai wore a "She said 'You switch channels again and I'm outta here'" shirt

Because the boys are already connected, and Tee visually stated that as both boys walked down the aisle in a Catholic church with Yu in black and Ai in white.

And stood in front of Ai's father (not a priest) and the altar to give offerings and receive blessings.

Basically, they look real married-shaped in front of God and all his santos.

And the poem above Ai's bed states that he would give all his body to his lover if his lover needed it, but he could never give his heart because that's where his lover lives.

So it's interesting that Yu's brother verbalizes this earlier in the show.

But it's more interesting that the woman Ai met said that his gift was special because he can see the accidents happening which she could not because if she had, she would've gotten more time with her first love, so is Ai's shirt foreshadowing that he'll only "be happy with [Yu] this summer"

Or will his dreams allow him more time to fall in love?

God, I hate Director Tee!

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⌜Until It Takes ⧸ Tecchou Suehiro⌟𓂃༞♡

༞ Contains...! smut and some fluff, established relationship, switch!reader, switch!tecchou, fingering (m receiving), handjob, edging, slight!teasing, begging, hickies, kissing, mommy kink, breeding kink, baby fever!tecchou, mating press, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, creampie, cockwarming, slight!aftercare

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,486 words.

"Good boy, Hiro."

You cooed, unable to hide the smirk that etched across your face. Tecchou was being so compliant; it turned you on beyond comprehension. You were entranced by him; as was he to you.

Your eyes never once broke from his intense gaze. His eyebrows were knitted from where they lay, lips parted as desperate whines spilled past.

"So g-good, angel… you're so good to me… p-please, don't stop…"

You found his term of endearment ironic at this moment; the last thing you were right now was an angel.

Currently, you were sitting on your shared bed in front of Tecchou. A flimsy robe was the only thing keeping you from being fully exposed to him. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was completely bare before you.

Tecchou lay atop the mattress; fists twisting into the sheets for dear life as a whimper of your name left his lips. He was trying his hardest to stay still, which is what you asked of him. But you made it nearly impossible with the way you teased his cock.

You stroked his length leisurely as your other hand spread him open. Your index and ring finger stretched him out effortlessly. Each curl upward from your deft digits made his leaky cock throb within your grasp.

"I think you got it twisted, baby. You're the one being so good to me. Tell me, my good boy… do you want more?"

His messy tufts of hair splayed across the pillow gracefully. The two longer strands of his locks almost emulated a halo above his head. You chuckled to yourself at this observation; you should be the one calling him angel, not the other way around.

“Y-Yes, I want more! P-Please, mommy, give me more… I wanna cum, wanna be inside you— wanna make you feel good, too.”

Intense warmth pooled in your core at his sweet confession. He was constantly thinking about you and your needs.

༞ Even when you tried to make a night all about pleasing him; Tecchou would always end up in between your thighs. He would lap at your folds for hours if you could. Tecchou never got tired of your taste; you were so intoxicating. And right now, he was craving you. All of you. ༞

You began stroking him faster. Thumb swiping over his ruddy tip on each downward movement of your hand. Your fingers plunged even deeper inside your husband's needy hole. Seeking out that one spot that made him shake.

“M-Mommy—!”

Your smirk grew wider at his reaction. Your fingers prodding his sweet spot relentlessly. His hips twitched off the bed from your actions, abs flexing and hands twisting further into the sheets. Your eyes caught his every reaction. You were absolutely mesmerized by Tecchou.

“That’s it… there we go, baby. You’re so cute, Hiro. I want you to cum for me, make a mess. Can you do that, my good boy?”

Tecchou’s mind went fuzzy from your voice alone. You were the only thing keeping him grounded at this moment. He hung on to your every word, every movement. Chestnut eyes never once leaving yours. He was entranced by you and only you.

“Hah… a-anything, for you, anything. Ah— mommy, m’so close… wanna make a m-mess inside you instead—!”

Tecchou confessed. You could feel him clenching around your fingers for dear life as he held himself back from cumming. Your movements around his pulsing cock halted as you quirked a brow at him.

“Oh… is that what my good boy wants? Hmm… I want to give you what you want, baby. I really do… but— I think you need to ask nicely for the things you want, yeah?”

You didn’t need to ask him twice; Tecchou was always eager to do what you asked of him. His half-lidded eyes scanned your robe-clad body slowly before he spoke up once more.

“P-Please, angel—! I wanna be inside you, wanna make you feel good… w-wanna fill you up— make you a mommy for real…”

Your face grew hot at his bold confession. You could tell Tecchou was completely drunk off the pleasure from the way he babbled out his words. Drool seeped past his parted lips slightly as his hands came up to reach for you.

Tecchou sat up, large hands reaching for the knot of your rope ties. He pulled at the fabric belt slowly, undoing the tangle with ease. All you could do was watch in awe as his lithe digits traveled higher. Tracing between the valley of your breasts before sliding the robe off your shoulders. Fully exposing you to his hungry gaze.

Your eyes flickered down to his cock. Watching as it twitched against his abdomen; from the sight of you naked before him. Pride flooded within your chest, knowing that you had such an effect on your husband in this way.

“Ah… how can I say no to you when you ask me like that, Hiro…”

You whispered. One hand wrapped around Tecchou's length as your legs straddled his thighs. Your other hand grasped his broad shoulder for support, wasting no time lining his leaky cock up to your entrance.

Tecchou’s large hands entangled around your hips firmly, guiding you down as you slowly began to take all of him. His ruddy tip prodded past the right ring of your pussy with ease. Both of you whined in unison at the feeling of becoming one.

“S-Slow, mommy, please… g-go slow— or I won’t last…”

Tecchou gritted his teeth as his eyes locked onto yours once more tonight. All you could do was nod in agreement as you took your time sinking down on his twitching cock.

Slowly but surely, Tecchou bottomed out inside you. Both your arms wrapped around his neck, gently tugging at the hair that adorned the nape of his neck. Causing a pleasurable chill to run down his spine.

He was twitching wildly inside you, and you hadn't even moved an inch. You could tell he was trying his hardest not to cum at this very moment from the look on his face alone.

Perspiration beaded at his forehead, rolling down his face slowly as Tecchou scored his bottom lip with his teeth. His dark eyebrows were knitted in concentration as small whimpers stayed trapped in his throat.

“O-Okay… you can move now— ah—!”

The second Tecchou gave you the green light; you were bouncing on his lap wildly. You didn't realize how needy you had gotten just from teasing your husband; until this very moment.

Your pussy clamped around his length like a vise as your lips met his neck. You kissed up the expanse of his throat. Littering lovebites in your wake as you fucked yourself on his cock fiercely.

Tecchou was so far gone; his head was thrown back in pleasure, granting you more access to leave little marks. He was grasping your hips so tightly; you were sure his fingertips would leave bruises. Not like you minded, though. Finding small reminders of your intimacy the following day was something you looked forward to.

“I c-can’t… hah, mommy— 'm cumming—!”

Tecchou babbled out between whines. His hands adorning your hips held you down against his lap. Halting your movements, pushing his length in as deep as he could. Your husband’s cum shot deep within your needy pussy. You could feel his balls twitching from where they kissed the underside of your pussy as he emptied himself inside you.

You pulled your face away from Tecchou’s neck to admire his expression as he continued to ride out his high. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hanging open as desperate whimpers slipped past his parted lips. His iron grip on your hips never once let up.

You tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear as you gave him time to compose himself after reaching his peak. The feeling of your fingertips grazing along his burning skin caused his eyes to snap open. His pupils were narrow, drawn into slits. Chestnut eyes bored into you.

Tecchou pushed you down against the mattress. Hands still encasing your hips firmly as your husband now hovered over you. His cock still throbbed inside you. Your eyes widened at this realization, knowing now that this was only the start.

“Not done with you yet… didn’t even make you cum… I wanna make you feel good, mommy… wanna hear you scream my name.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Tecchou began slamming into you. His pelvis ground into you harshly, causing the tip of his leaky cock to prod your sweet spot. His cock was battered with his cum and your slick. Allowing him to fuck into you with ease, reaching the deepest parts.

“Hiro— baby, w-wait—!”

You rasped. The instantaneous shift in pace was overwhelming your senses. You could feel your release approaching with each rough snap of his hips. Tecchou snaked one of his hands in between your bodies. The pad of his thumb pressed down on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. He began rubbing quick but precise circles into your puffy bud.

That was all it took for you to topple over the edge. Your cunt clamped around his throbbing cock even harsher than before. Gushing all over your husband's cock. Your legs were shaking on either side of Tecchou’s waist as he continued to work you through your high.

“Hiro— hah, baby… so good, so fucking good…”

You babbled, causing a warm smile to spread across Tecchou’s features. He took pride in making you feel good; in every aspect. But seeing you fall apart from the pleasure he was granting you simply fueled his desire to fuck you full. Breed you until it takes.

“Not done with you yet.”

Tecchou muttered under his breath. Pulling a gasp from your lips when both of his large hands hooked under your thighs. Pushing them up into your frame so he could fuck you deeper.

“Hiro— too d-deep… look!”

Your eyes were blown wide as you looked down at your tummy. Hand coming up to graze over the bulge that formed there. Tecchou was mesmerized; he slowed down his thrusts only for a moment to admire.

You dragged one of his hands over to your tummy. Letting him feel it for himself. Tecchou’s eyes met yours once more. Unfiltered lust and desire pooled within his gaze.

“Fuck… you’re driving me crazy, angel. You’re so perfect for me, so perfect. I’m going to fuck you til it takes.”

And with that affirmation, Tecchou captured your lips with his. Drawing you in for a loving kiss as he continued to slam into you. His large hand still established on your tummy.

With each upward thrust, the head of his cock would make the bulge more prominent. It drove him mad; his cock throbbed from deep within you.

Your mind was reeling from the mix of pleasure your husband was granting you. Tecchou's lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue grazed your bottom lip. Gradually slipping past your parted lips. Both of your tongues languidly moving against one another. Trapping each other's whines and whimpers within the kiss.

But on the other hand, his cock was drilling deep inside you. Tecchou’s large hand pressed further and further into the bulge he caused. His thrusts were calculated and powerful; he ground his pelvis into you between particularly harsh strokes. Stirring up your insides like never before.

“I c-can’t, Hiro… too much, ’m gonna cum again—!”

You pulled away from his lips, breaking the kiss with a single string of saliva still connecting you. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks. Pulling his face toward your own; his forehead flush with yours.

Your eyes were locked tightly onto his. Tecchou’s gaze was the only thing keeping you grounded in this very moment. His hand finally slipped away from your tummy. Hooking under the back of your thigh once more. Mirroring his opposite hand.

He pushed your legs even further into your frame; your bodies collided against one another as he fucked into you ruthlessly. Your mouth hung open; strings of curses and whines of his name trickled out as that thread inside you snapped once more tonight.

“F-Fuck… Hiro, baby— 'm cumming—!”

Your orgasm was intense; your gummy walls pulsed fiercely around your husband's cock. The obscene sounds of yours and Tecchou's release mixing together as he continued to plunge inside you rang through your ears.

"Fill me up, baby— please… make me a mommy!"

Your pleas were his final straw. His thick things were burning with each thrust. Tecchou's abs muscles flexed as he slammed into you one last time. The tip of his leaky cock kissed your cervix as his cum shot deep inside you.

"Hah… a-angel…"

Tecchou whimpered. His eyes rolled back into his head as the last ropes of his seed dribbled out past his slit. His large hands slowly pulled your thighs back down. Your legs went limp on either side of your husband's waist, as the pads of your thumbs caressed his cheeks lovingly.

His eyes opened gradually; chestnut orbs full of love and adoration for you. You couldn't help but smile up at him. Caressing those three little marks under his left eye that you loved so much as you finally began to feel Tecchou softening inside you.

"You did so well for me, angel. You're so wonderful… the best wife I could have ever asked for— wait, I didn't hurt you… did I? Please tell me what I can do to make it up for you if I did."

The sudden concern in his voice made you giggle a little. Causing Tecchou to tilt his head in confusion slightly. He was always so considerate, so caring and kind.

Marrying him was the best thing you ever did, and you knew in your bones that he would be the best father in the whole world.

"I'm okay, baby. That was completely unexpected from you… but so fucking hot."

Your words caused his cheeks to tint a rosy pink. Tecchou's lips curled into a tight smile before you spoke up once more.

"Ah… and you're cute too! The cutest thing ever… c'mon, why don't we share a bath before bed, hm?"

Tecchou shook his head in disagreement. Eyebrows knitting in place.

"No… not yet. Can we… stay like this for a little while? It f-feels nice… being so close to you like this."

Your smile grew tenfold at his words. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him impossibly tighter into you.

"Of course, Hiro. We can stay like this for as long as you want. I like being one with you like this, too!"

Tecchou smiled against your neck. Taking in your scent as he finally allowed himself to relax fully.

"I can't wait to be a dad. I'm going to give you and our child the life you both deserve. I love you, angel."

[shsl-hubris-guy]

I think Hiro and Genocider should've been friends actually. He takes the organs off of her victims; once she's done trussing them up, he just cuts them open by the side and takes what he needs. Most assume that Genocider Syo works alone, but higher up officials and investigators know that this is a duo, not a lone act

They met by chance. Toko had been saving some of her earnings from her novels to get a reading from a clairvoyant said to be the best in the business. It's not like she really believes in that stuff, but hey, she's desperate, and she wants to know if she'll ever find someone to love. It was bad luck he used a little pepper to put on his meal before the reading started.

Hiro wasn't sure what to make of the change at first, but he's not so naive to not recognize the threat before him. Instead, he switches gears, insisting he's also happy to make sure her identity remains secret- for a small fee, of course. Syo doesn't know whether to kill him outright or just laugh, but, well, he's definitely not her type, so she can't just go breaking her own rules. So they get to chatting instead, and find that, hey, they actually sort of get along, in an odd way. It snowballed from there.

Hiro is personally convinced he's doing the right thing. These men are total creeps anyway, going after a young girl in high school, and besides, he needs that money for his retirement fund! It's a little entrepreneurship is all; what's wrong with a side hustle? Syo, meanwhile, is just happy to have someone she doesn't need to pretend to be Toko around. The guy's not the greatest at keeping cover, but he has just the right reputation of 'bumbling conman' for people not to take him too seriously anyways. Together, they slip just under the radar