#teehee aren’t they cute

[sapphireluci]

Happy Father’s Day to them 😍😍😍

[givemefevrr]

Ni-ki Between Your Thighs

Pairings: Nishimura!Riki x fem!reader

Ni-ki would insist on being between your thighs at any chance he can get. He'd lay between them while playing games on his phone, or watching a movie, just so he could feel your warmth and the gentle press of your legs around him.

⤷ You look down to see Ni-ki's messy hair and warm, brown eyes looking up at you with nothing but adoration.

Ni-ki would make sure to get extra cozy, napping between your thighs and waking up every now and then to sleepily bite at the skin of your inner thighs, then drift back to sleep.

⤷ You can feel the way he nuzzles against your skin, planting soft kisses on your inner thighs. His lips are warm and sweet, and you can’t help but giggle at the way he playfully bites at your skin, leaving little marks that only you will see. 

Ni-ki's favorite thing to do to you while cuddling is probably kissing your thighs, marking them up, biting them. He just thinks you are so perfect, and he can’t help himself. And he knows what it does to you too– he’s a tease. He loves to make you feel the same way he feels for you. 

⤷ His hands grip gently onto your hips as he presses soft kisses onto your inner thighs, causing you to shiver with pleasure. He takes his time exploring every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles that make your breath hitch.

⤷ As he continues to tease and tantalize you, you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. He responds by pressing even more kisses onto your thighs, making you squirm.

Ni-ki would watch movies with you, his head resting on your lap, and his body settled comfortably between your thighs. Every so often, he'd let out a sigh of contentment, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

⤷ He leans into your skin as he murmurs little compliments that make your heart flutter. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against your thigh, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

Ni-ki would draw little flower shapes on your skin using his fingers, tracing intricate patterns and designs, knowing how much you love it when he does that.

⤷ “Just hold still for a moment,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, as he pulls back slightly to study you. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your thighs, drawing tiny flower shapes, almost as if he’s painting a garden on your skin. You can’t help but smile at his cute concentration, the way his brow furrows slightly with determination.

“See? Aren’t they pretty?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.

Here u go, my Niki-post-hungry pookies teehee 😋

Also don't steal that pic, it took me a bajillion hours to draw 🥲

[leahaart]

for the art requests could you maybe put the boys in more fun Outfits?

lol these aren’t that interesting but I think they’re cute teehee. Thanks for the request!

[binniebakery]

Doll

Non Idol AU Soobin x Fem!Reader, Friends to Lovers(?) ♡ Warnings: very heavily inspired by dollification (im crazy), reader is wearing cute/feminine clothing!!! suggestive!, soobin manhandling, mentions of a small reader, reader gets called nicknames (doll, dainty, cute, etc) ♡ A/N: ALRIGHT! this is for my fellow coquette girlies!! raise ur hand if u feel like this kink suits him because 🙈🙈asdfdfkj idk this may be a little ooc of soobin so i apologize in advance.. !! i love this concept sm i was literally biting my knuckles the entire time writing this🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(in other words someone sedate me) also not proofread teehee

You sat there as cute as can be, your lovely skirt resting against your legs as you sat on the edge of your best friend’s bed. Soobin had invited you over to his apartment to hang out on a particularly boring evening. The room was completely silent, aside from the soft clicking and tapping of the controller in your dainty hands. Soobin was taking a shower but had messaged you to let yourself in if he wasn’t done by the time you arrived. You two had been friends for a good while, so you made yourself at home, kicking off your pretty heels and turning on his PC to play some new rhythm game he had installed.

After a proper few minutes you found yourself comfortably lying on your stomach, elbows propped as you tried to beat Soobin’s high score. Your frilly skirt riding up just slightly enough to show off a little more than you intended. Hearing the door open, you pause the game and look back to Soobin smiling. “Hey, enjoying yourself aren’t we?” he chuckled as he watched you kick your feet with a wide grin. “Yeah, took you long enough in the shower I was dying of boredom!” You teased as he sat on the bed next to you, his eyes lingering over you a bit longer than usual. You were too busy fiddling with the controller to even notice. “Your outfit’s cute today y/n.” Soobin softly mumbled as his fingers traced the lace of your skirt, fingertips almost grazing the exposed skin. You feel yourself shudder and immediately sit up, a nervous smile plays on your lips as you look up at Soobin who was still softly feeling the material. You flush at how his still-damp hair hangs around his handsome face. Even though he wore just a simple white t-shirt and jeans it was still enough to make him insanely attractive. “A-ah thanks! I just got this outfit actually.. ” Your voice beginning to fail you as your best friend looks down at you with a look you’ve never seen on him before. Before you could say anything else, Soobin lifts his large hand and cups your face gently, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You feel yourself wanting to melt into your best friend’s touch. Sure, Soobin wasn’t always that affectionate, but you were both comfortable enough around each other so he had his moments. Then again.. why was he looking at you like that? The way his eyes stared at your pouty lips felt as if he was enticing you to lean into his palm. And you did. ���You’re so pretty y’know?.. Like a doll. I feel like.. I could just break you with how small you are.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “Wh- what? What do you m- mean..?” You see a slight blush form on his cheeks as if someone else but him had just said that out loud. Classic Soobin, always speaking his mind without a filter. Did he even have any idea just how this was affecting you right now? “Sorry.. I just.. That slipped out..” he mumbled and his eyes are back on your lips again. Your mind couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your hands sat in your lap. You didn’t dare to move an inch. “You’re just such a..” Soobin begins again as he moves the thumb that was caressing your warm cheek down to your soft pink lips. “Dainty girl..” His fingers held your chin so that you were looking up at him. You closed your eyes, breath beginning to shake as you just couldn’t into your best friend’s eyes.

“Will you let me see those pretty eyes y/n?” Soobin’s voice sounds like honey, warm, low, and smooth as he drags his thumb to smear your once-perfect lipgloss slightly. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were in a haze. “Atta girl. You listen so well..” He continues moving his thumb, caressing your plump bottom lip. From the way he was smirking anyone could see how he was enjoying this. The way you melt under his touch, it makes him want to ruin your pretty makeup even more. See the tears that stream down your pretty face, see how your eyes and nose get puffy, turning that perfect pink when you cry.  “S- Soobin.. my lip-” Your lips were smoothed shut as Soobin’s thumb smeared your lipgloss once more. “See? So easily played with, my whole hand just-” he squeezes your cheeks to prove his point, the color on his fingers now tinting parts of your cheeks. “Can hold your entire little face..” he chuckles quietly. Since when did he speak so condescendingly towards you? It didn’t matter, you secretly loved it. His large hand easily moved around, playing with your face as you stared at him through your pretty lashes. Your heart was pounding at the intimate attention and you found yourself craving more. You squeak as Soobin suddenly places you into his lap, large hands squeezing your waist once you were situated. His movements felt swift yet so careful. “Have to be gentle with you. You’re like a porcelain doll..” You find your breaths becoming more labored from the touch. With every touch he gave you, you felt the fire and intense atmosphere between you grow thicker. Large hands roaming your waist and sides, admiring your outfit. “S’cute..” he chuckles as you lean into his shoulder from embarrassment. “S- Soobin..” You were so flustered over how you felt. You’ve always felt an attraction towards him, but of course, keeping your feelings hidden was the path you chose as you weren’t even sure if he had feelings for you. However, his actions today seem to confirm he feels the same way.

“Pretty girl.. My pretty girl... Letting someone like me move you and touch you however I want..” he cooed as he ran his fingers through your perfectly done hair. Fingers lightly tugging at the ribbons you meticulously tied this morning, just enough so that they threatened to undo themselves. The same way he wanted you to become undone. “If it's you... then- it’s fine binnie..” For Soobin, hearing you say that in his neck ever so softly made his heart swoon. You used that nickname sparingly, only using it whenever you were feeling cheeky. Or whenever you wanted something. It drove him insane. You placed your hands on his chest as he tilted your head back, giving him space for his lips to start hovering over your pretty neck. You were completely under his control. Like he was the puppeteer and you, his cute little puppet for him to admire. Though you didn’t really mind the attention, did you?

You felt your breath hitch as he stayed still, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of feeling his lips on your skin. You wanted it, needed it. “Please..” you softly whisper and Soobin smirks at your whines. “Does my pretty girl want me to do more?” He questions, voice sounding innocent and sweet but the look on his face was giving a completely different vibe. All you could do was nod in response. “Can my doll use her words for me?”

That was the final straw for you, forget the morality of it all. You nod again “p- please.. I want more..” you pleaded, looking at him with big doe eyes. Soobin’s eyes lingered on your face, the way your lipgloss was smeared across, the flush of your pretty cheeks, the way your lashes were curled to perfection. He was obsessed. You feel him lay you back, his larger body moving over you as his fingers admire the fabric of your outfit. “Mhm, good girl.. Let me treat my pretty doll with the utmost care then.”

[tojisun]

hot to the touch

toji x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; clothed lap riding; begging; so much praises because praise kink goes hard; slight dacryphilia; soft dom toji; fingering; no actual penetration though sorry about that teehee // 1.6k words

: i was daydreaming this multiple times until i caved and wrote it hhshs hope you guys would like it <33; title from west coast - lana // shortest taglist: @whats-belay <3

you squeeze your legs close again, catching your bottom lip between your teeth, pretending that the lack of space between you and toji isn’t doing anything to you. you rub your thighs against each other, breath hitching when the action puts pressure at your throbbing heat.

rumbling groans reverberate from the space beside you and you startle, your heart leaping into your throat, lodging itself there. your shoulders tense, realizing that you have been caught, and slowly, as if it could stop the hammering of your heart, you turn to look at toji.

you catch his burning gaze – emerald eyes hooded with palpable desire – and you gasp, your lungs tightening. 

bathed in the dim lights of the flickering television, with his hair creating shadows just above his sharp jaw, toji has never looked more dangerous. 

he has never looked more hungry.

“c’mere,” toji murmurs, his voice echoing like a growl, his body twisting to reach for you before plucking you from your seat beside him and dropping you to his lap. 

your chest meets his, and you stumble, untethered, your fists clenching at his shirt to balance yourself. it didn’t do much, not when toji caught you, his hands finding purchase on your hips. 

your eyelashes flutter as you look at toji, studying the man under you. toji’s face is flushed, his eyes hazy. drunken.

“y’r so fucking horny f’r no reason, huh?” he asks, almost a little meanly.

toji sees the way your eyes glazed over, your fingers twitching from where they were curled at his shirt. his eyes zone in one the way your parted legs widen, your knees locking on either side of toji, soft skin going taut in tension. 

he grins. 

you whimper, breathless, feeling toji’s thumbs rub aimless circles on your sides. toji lifts himself a little bit, adjusting you two, before dropping you closer to the tent in his jeans. your breath hitches as you feel your clothed cunt meet toji’s hard-on. 

“oh,” you mumble, startling at the contact. 

toji dips his head low, his lips ghosting over your ear. “kept seeing the way you looked at me; the way you closed y’r legs every time i reached over. c’mon, there’s no need to be shy. rub y’rself on me.”

your brows furrow, your lips pursing. “but…” you begin, swallowing the lump in your throat. “it won’t feel as good for you.”

toji pauses, his eyes going wide, before a booming laugh creeps from his throat. “oh darlin’,” he coos. “aren’t you a cutie?”

you pout, feeling lost, and toji just croons a little more. 

“what?” you bite out.

“hush, you,” toji murmurs, his hands leaving your hips to caress your back, the action instantly relaxing you, and toji smiles, satisfied. “it’s not about giving me direct pleasure, kid.”

you tilt your head, confused. toji shakes his head at you, his eyes crinkling with so much fondness.

“the purpose of you rubbing y’rself on me is to make you feel good.” he pauses. “and it’s funny how you think i wouldn’t feel good seeing you using me for y’r pleasure.”

you choke, coughing a little as toji chuckles, having too much fun at seeing you flustered.

“see,” he says, cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin just under your eyes. “when you react so cutely, how can i not have fun?”

you hum, lips still jutted out, before you press forward to kiss his lips. you feel toji smile in the kiss, his hold going tight for a second, as he slots his lips with yours to deepen the kiss. 

slowly, hesitantly, you roll your lips, your clothed core sliding against toji’s tented jeans. a purr slips from toji’s lips, his tongue swiping along yours, engulfing you whole.

your hands settle on toji’s stomach, your fingers sinking into the pudge that replaced defined abs, dimpling his skin even through his shirt. god, he’s so perfect under you like this. 

you break the kiss, gasping for air, your chest heaving as the air around you two begin to rise, almost burning you alive. toji falls onto the cushions again, sharp eyes narrowed in barely-contained hunger staring back at you, his hands coming back to hold your hips.

your eyes are blown wide themselves, feeling yourself be engulfed with uncontrollable desire for toji, your body trembling and feverish. 

“look at you,” toji murmurs, his voice wavering and so full of affection. so enamoured by you. “my pretty girl.”

you nod, not trusting your words, as you sink back to his lap, gliding yourself on him. sweat builds up in the back of your neck, and you push your hair away from your face, trying your best to maintain eye contact with toji.

“feels good?” toji asks, prompting more than pleasured huffs out of you.

“yeah,” you croak out, your eyes fluttering when the cold button of his jeans dug into your hardened clit, muted pleasure exploding between your legs. 

you roll your hips that way again, chasing the same pleasure, getting desperate when you realized that it’s still not enough.

tears begin to pool in the corner of your eyes, frustration palpable with your every slide. 

toji tuts, sitting up and his laxed hold on your hips gathering strength before you feel him taking charge, helping you as you rub yourself on him. 

“i know it’s not enough, baby, but can you keep going?” he asks, dipping his head to ghost kisses on your shoulder. “f’r me?”

you whine, shaking your head, feeling so edged as another faint pleasure quickly peters out, your veins thrumming with need. 

“please, toji,” you mumble, hiccuping, your hands clutching the back of his shirt. “need more!”

“of course you do,” toji replies, still so calm even when you feel his cock fully hardened under all the clothes between himself and your wet cunt. “i ruined you for anything else other than my cock, didn’t i, sweetheart?”

you mewl, nodding, ah-ah-ahs echoing in the space between the two of you as toji maneuvers you to ride him faster. 

“but show me how good you are,” he continues, kissing your neck this time, his lips parting for him to sink his teeth into your skin. 

you whine, your voice curling into itself. you clench your eyes shut, the tears finally falling and tickling your warm cheeks, feeling the way toji’s tongue runs at the ridges of the bite mark he left.

your panties are damp, sticking to your cunt, but not even your heightened arousal could tip you over the edge. this feels like torture, a prolonged teasing of what you could be riding. toji’s cock is so close, positioned at the perfect spot so that you could sink into it, but toji is resolute at making you cum like this.

you hate disappointing toji but you can’t do it.

“‘m sorry,” you begin to mumble, your lips sticking together and your words coming out jumbled. a hiccup is lodged in your throat and you pull away to look at toji, hoping that the sight of your teary eyes would sway him. “toji, ‘m sorry i really can’t.”

toji takes one look at you before he coos, flexing his arms to stop you from moving, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your tear-tracked cheeks. 

“alright, sweetheart,” he whispers, rubbing soothing nothings on your hips. “you did so good f’r me. why won’t you let me take over now, okay?”

you nod, still trembling from being edged, before startling when toji tugs your panties to the side, his fingers running along your wet folds. 

“shh,” he says, slowly thrusting two of them into your core. 

“ah!” you cry, your back arching, your hands digging into toji’s clothed back.

he didn’t even do anything other than press them in but you already feel an explosion of euphoria, your arousal building at the feeling of finally being touched. stuffed. 

“toji!” you squeal, your hips unconsciously moving again – a mimicry of your movement just minutes ago, urging toji to fuck his fingers into you.

“i know, darling, i know,” toji replies, his voice still a measured murmur, as he drives his fingers out, your walls constricting as if sucking them back in, before thrusting them into you again. 

you squeak when you feel him curling them, stretching your plush walls and teasing your sensitive core with his gentle touch.

“this is better, huh?” he asks like you are not falling apart at his touch, throwing your head back, your throat exposed, as toji begins to fuck his fingers in and out of you.

you feel your climax building, this time more pronounced and less muted, your eyes going cross-eyed as toji quickens his pace, feeling your walls spasming in the telltale of your orgasm.

“toji!” you scream as you finally cum, your walls squeezing toji’s fingers, your hands fisting toji’s hair.

“there’s my good girl,” toji croons amidst your orgasm, your buzzing ears straining to hear him. 

toji slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, gentle as to not overstimulate you. 

you blink your eyes open at the sudden silence, your vision still hazy as you look at toji. he’s studying his fingers, shiny and wet as they’ve been inside you, before he is moving to push them into his mouth.

“no!” you whimper, ashamed, but toji just sucks his fingers, his eyes coming to meet yours, before a satisfied purr rumbles from his throat.

when he pulls them out of his mouth, he says, “my turn to feel good now, baby.”

you shiver despite your exhaustion, watching with your teeth nibbling your bottom lip as toji lifts you from his lap to unbutton his jeans, freeing his heavy cock.

“mouth or pussy?” toji asks. 

you lick your lips, not even hesitating as you reply, “pussy, please.”

toji’s smile is wide and lewd. 

“good girl,” he murmurs.

[blue-jisungs]

tattoo

# author’s note … LOLOLOLOLOLOL GOING INSANE BC OF THIS MAN SOMEONE LOVK ME UP IN AN ASYLIUM BEFORE I START BUTING AND CHEWINT KN STUFF SKZOSIWJWJWNNENWWN IM NOT SORRY FOR THIS ONE

# warnings … wow um there’s a lot to unpack but swearing, yn calls him a slut once LMFAOOO, shirtless seungmin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a bit chaotic at first teehee ++ not proofread bc i literally started typing w/o thinking n just wanted to post it for @slytherinshua

oh right it’s inspired by this pic here 😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹

“what the absolute fuck is that?”

your voice echoes through the room, causing seungmin to jerk up. his slightly sore muscles from exercising moments ago tensed, a hiss escaping his lips.

“what do you mean, angel?” his voice was soft. your eyes scanned him up and down, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. seungmin was scared, to be frank. you never were so distressed about… anything, really.

“this, dumbass!” you whined and turned your phone to face him.

your boyfriend’s eyes widened upon seeing the picture he shared with villains today. his rib reveal tattoo, to be specific. he didn’t think you’d mind, it’s not like he didn’t share pictures of his chest or arms before. 

“villains get to see your tattoo before me?” you grunted and tucked your phone away “and, and… what even is that behavior, seungmo?!” 

crossing your arms and looking away, he started to understand what was your issue.

seungmin returned to his previous position before you barged into his bedroom and leaned his back against the wall. scanning your face, only to notice the flushed cheeks and nervous lip biting, he was certain what was it really about.

“you don’t have to be jealous, you know, angel” he hummed, a satisfied smirk forming on his face when he saw your eyes widen now. gotcha, that was exactly it. or maybe… “are you shy?”

“no!” you replied a bit faster and louder than intended, so you cleared your throat “no, not at all. i see men’s bare chest allll the time”

“oh really?” seungmin scoffed, clearly amused. you were so cute, he was about to burst “don’t say that or i’ll get jealous too”

“yeah, it was a lie. other men aren’t such sluts” you giggled and saw his eyes roll. obviously he liked the attention, you didn’t even blame him for that. but still…

you let out a deep sigh and plopped next to him onto the bed.

“i guess just give ma a warning next time…” your quiet murmur was followed by a sudden, sharp inhale.

seungmin lifted his back slowly and leisurely, almost teasingly, took his shirt off. the sun peeking through the window shone on his bare skin, making the tone of it even more honey colored and contrasting with the white sheets perfectly. then it hit you like a train, and a wave of heat spilled over your body. his perfectly toned stomach is on display and you are staring at it like a dog at a piece of meat–

“like what you see?” he asked with a boyish smirk. one hand traveling to rest under his head, atop of that his arm muscles flexing.

turning your gaze away, you bit the inside of your cheek. when you wanted to scold him about the picture, you didn’t expect him to do this. seungmin is still opening up to you, being the timid person he is, and skinship in your relationship so far only consisted of handholding, hugging and kisses. not that you minded, you enjoyed taking time and slowly but surely building your relationship based on trust. 

but this… 

“ah, come on. don’t be shy now” he hummed smugly, observing your eyes trace back to his exposed skin. 

“are you okay with… yknow…” you stuttered, not even able to finish your thought. seungmin giggled, possibly killing you inside even more. wanting to hide from his sight, a bit overwhelming at the moment, you leaned and laid next to him. burying your face in his neck seungmin could feel the heat radiating off it. 

“i’m fine. villains got to see it, so you should too, hm? besides, it’s gonna be summer soon. get used to this sight, angel” he said and his other hand traced down to your waist. drawing small circles on your skin, you sighed. 

“you’re way too cocky” with a mumble, you fixed your position a bit and saw his stomach again. you could see the way it rose up and down rhythmically and you were wondering if he was in distress as much as you were. 

suddenly you noticed the ink on his rib and smiled softly. 

“can i…” you gulped, shyly. it took him a while before realizing what you meant. with a gentle nod, you decided to reach out slowly. 

as you traced the tattoo subtly, almost feather-lightly as if scared that you will hurt him, the skin underneath your fingertips was hot and tender. only when you did that, seungmin’s composure fell apart - like a building made out of legos - and his breath hitched. 

he never showed the tattoo to anyone (well, besides villains now), not to mention touching it. but he enjoyed the intimacy of the gesture. seugmin adored the way you were so careful with it, love and care in your eyes.

“what does it mean?” you whispered, the weight of this moment bringing a sudden realization of how quiet it is in the room. 

“always be thankful six nine nine nine oh two” your boyfriend’s voice had a tint of melancholy in it, casing your heart to melt. it was what the tattoo said. “those are the birth years of my parents, brother and me” 

you hummed in acknowledgement, smiling. you leaned a bit closer and pecked the tattoo. then you returned to your previous position and rested your head in the crook of your neck. 

basking in the quiet and calm moment, at the verge of falling asleep, you heard seungmin’s wiper as he pulled you closer.

“i should add your birth year there one day”

masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @mon2sunjinsuver,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @slytherinshua

[dolcezzatoru]

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: satoru gojo x fem!reader 𝐰𝐜: 2.4k 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: marijuana use 𝐚/𝐧: based off how i feel when i smoke a bit teehee <3 enjoy our lil lightweight hornyman

“i can feel you lookin at me, y’know,” you giggle.

you feel satoru’s eyes burning into the back of your head as he splays out on the couch. 

“oh, i didn’t realize it was a crime to admire my beautiful girlfriend,” he teases. he coos his words, making you roll your eyes as he speaks.

“uh huh,” you respond flatly. your voice gave away that you were smiling, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

you finished rolling the joint tightly, keeping a sliver of paper hanging off to drag your tongue across. sealing it, you admired your work before turning back to your boyfriend, who was stretching his long limbs out.

“this looks like shit,” satoru reaches up to grab the joint from your hands, laughing while he takes it.

“you dont even smoke, satoru, you’re in no place to say that,”

he hands it back to you, averting his eyes from yours. uncharacteristically, he doesn’t fight back. you slowly take the joint in your hand.

“what’s that look?”

“what look?”

“you have a look on your face,” you say, “like you wanna tell me something,”

he pauses for a sec, finally looking up. 

“can i try it this time?”

you almost laugh at the notion. 

“no way mr-anti-drug wants to try a hit”

satoru puts on his best puppy dog eyes as you suppress another smile.

“fine,” you cave, “c’mere”

you flick your lighter aglow as you lean over the coffee table and light the joint, taking a quick drag to show satoru the right way to do it. his fingers shakily take it away from you, holding it delicately and cautiously. he takes a long puff before erupting into a coughing fit.

“i told you to go slow,” you whine, rubbing his back and grabbing the joint as he continues to cough.

“sorry,” he chokes out with tears forming in his eyes as he continues to hack. you might as well get your fill, at least, rubbing your poor boyfriend’s back between drags of your own. squinting, satoru reaches his hand out for the joint.

“you ready?”

he nods, looking like he’s holding back another cough as you hand him it. he’s learned from his mistake, doing a few, quick pulls instead of one long one. satoru holds eye contact with you as he does it, teary blue eyes searching for approval with every movement.

and this went back and forth for a bit; you and satoru sitting in silence over some soft music that wasn’t being listened to, as satoru’s confidence grew with every rotation. you were proud of how fast he was catching on and how well he was handling it.

you cut yourselves off when you felt it was right.

satoru peered over at you from the other side of the couch through half-lidded eyes, smiling lazily.

“feeling okay there, sweetie?” your mind was beginning to feel more clouded than you expected, but you decided to be the strong one this time.

“yeah, i’m okay,” satoru replies calmly, slowly and heavily blinking, it makes you giggle. 

“ya sure?”

he smiles back, nodding.

“mmmhm…really sure,” 

he held eye contact, continuing his sweet, tired smile as he sunk deeper into the couch. you faced him, studying his delicate, chiseled features as he studied yours. 

“you’re cute,” he giggled.

love felt a little sweeter when you were sky high like this. all you could focus on was him.

and how soft the couch felt beneath you, oh my god, like a cloud. your body felt weightless.

you slow-blink to refocus your eyes on satoru. before you fully can, he bursts out into a laughing fit, falling closer to you on the couch.

“you aren’t even listening to me,” he whines, pawing at your legs. you look down at him. 

the whites of his pretty blue eyes are painted a light shade of pink around the edges, making his stark blue irises look more vibrant than ever. vibrant, but glazed over. there wasn’t a single fluid thought in his mind. 

“am too,” you protest, “it just caught me off guard,”

“that’s bullshit,” satoru laughs.

“hey now,” 

you flop and lay down with him. satoru sighs in content.

“i fucking love this couch,”

his words are slow and intentional, each one taking its sweet time to leave his unfortunately dry mouth. you turn to him, genuinely shocked.

“i was just thinking that!” 

satoru mirrors your expression and laughs.

“did you read my mind?”

“swear i didn’t,”

“oh wow…”

you two sit in silence.

“my mouth is dry,” he complains.

“that’s normal baby,”

satoru groans as you attempt to soothe him, hearing him smack his lips together to get some fluid between them.

“if you could read my mind would you tell me?” 

“baby, why would i tell you?”

he sits up dramatically, looking offended.

“don’t you love me?” he laughs.

“i do, but–”

“no way…”

the two of you burst out laughing, his laugh only making you laugh harder. he flops back down on the couch, you falling down next to him with your heads touching. silence falls between you again, the music softly rocking you two to a comfortable quietness.

“i feel so floaty right now,”

satoru still licks his lips while he says it, staring up at the ceiling. you wondered what he was thinking about while he looked to the white nothingness for a response. his hair looked so soft, you just had to find out for yourself what it would feel like.

fingers feeling a little light, you reach up and snake your fingers through his hair, feeling like you can make out every individual strand one by one. it was like a little wave of a white ocean filtering through your increasingly numb fingertips.

satoru gently moans, feeling your hands massaging his scalp.

the room falls towards the music again to hold the conversation. satoru closes his eyes, breathing deeply and slowly while you play with his hair. it felt like it could’ve been an hour before anyone spoke.

of course with satoru, that wasn’t possible.

“my legs are tingling,”

that was a usual feeling from this strain. it’s one of the reasons you liked it so much, after all. first you feel really good, and then your lower half feels like it’s floating, and then naturally, that makes you feel–

satoru turns his head and grabs yours too, fiercely shoving his tongue in your mouth to feel every part of you with him.

“...tastes good,” he mumbles between kisses.

if you could even call them that. he was leading the entire motion; you barely had enough time to get your arching arm out of his hair before he was moaning into your mouth.

you two face each other on the couch while you gently comb his hair away from his face.

he keeps going in for one more kiss.

satoru has to get the last word, the last door slam, the last kiss. and he doesn’t care how many times he has to close his eyes and pucker up in order for him to do it.

“feelin’ romantic, hm?” you giggle between his pecks.

“mhm,” he practically moans out, “just wanna kiss you more,”

“wait,” 

you maneuver a bit, getting up to adjust to a more comfortable position. satoru sits up a bit, or tries to, but you can tell his legs are not hooked up to his floaty little brain. so you help him a bit, straddling his waist as you lean down to kiss him more.

he loves it. his hands travel up and down your body, grabbing anywhere they could like he’d lose whatever part of you he didn’t feel for himself. his kisses were passionate, greedy, and practically begging for more. uncharacteristically, it was selfish–but hearing him moan and pant out your name, while he grabs all over had you looking the other way.

something pokes you. satoru moans a bit more as you pull away and see his face blush more.

he’s hard. from just kissing.

you can’t help but nip at his neck as you grind in his lap to tease him.

“all this from making out?” you tease, “someone’s eager tonight,”

“shut up,” he huffs out, opening his neck more for you, “i can’t help it,”

satoru gets more handsy, almost biting back at your teasing. his hands snake up your shirt, unclasping your bra underneath your shirt to mosey it off with your top in one go, quick enough to barely break the kiss to get it above your head.

the pace he was moving, the neediness of his tongue and actions had you feeling–

“i’m so fucking hot,” he mutters, pulling away to take his shirt off to add it to the pile with yours. both of you were wearing pajama bottoms, so satoru made quick work of pushing your little shorts to the side and pulling his pants down to his knees.

your skin touched his bare torso, feeling the heat at your core increase as you pressed yourself against him. you arch your ass in the air for satoru to slide himself in. his lips couldn’t stay off of you, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder and collarbone as he tried to peek over them to see your ass.

he grabbed his cock, the sensation making him hitch his breath as the feeling was all new to him. his legs and lower half were entirely on a different level than the rest of him–he felt everything but nothing at all. it felt amazing.

he rubbed it up and down between your folds, using your wetness to lubricate the head. it was hitting your clit perfectly, making you shudder as he teased your entrance. satoru kept his lips on your shoulder, one-track mind unable to keep kissing you while he focused his attention on rubbing the head of his cock up and down. 

god, it feels unreal. for both of you, really. selfishly, satoru was simply indulging this new sense and thinking only with his dick. it didn’t really matter what you wanted at the moment–it was all about him right now. 

and this felt so good, you were kind of okay with it.

as satoru moaned and breathed heavily against your skin, you held onto him more, pressing your chest against his to try and get fiction anywhere you could.

your body was in a different plane. it was almost like your body was underwater, made of light, or maybe on fire. but it was a warming kind of fire, the one that would make you feel so cozy and secure on a rainy day. it was internal though, and it was electric. any part of you that could touch him felt like it was tingling.

you wanted to be closer to him. you were smushed up against him but it wasn’t close enough.

“are you gonna fuck me or what,” you softly ask in his ear.

“someone’s eager tonight,” he mocks you earlier.

“you’re so horrible to me,” you nip at the shell of his ear as he slows his pace, quickens it, breathing picking up as he focuses on a way to respond.

“hold tight, doll,”

you can’t help but to comply as he finally sticks it in, wanton moan leaving you instinctively as he bottoms out in you. usually he asks before he moves, asks if you’re ready before his pace picks up before you have time to collect yourself.

not this time!

satoru felt too good to do that. the way you felt around him, the warmth and gummy walls of you felt like pure nirvana before he even started moving. god, he wasn’t going to last long at all. he had to put all his focus on not cumming immediately in you that you were speaking and moaning and he barely heard it.

it was something he’d never felt before, and all he wanted was more.

he started slow and gradually picked up the pace, arms wrapping around your lower back to keep you pinned to him as he eventually fucked you relentlessly. his pace was quick, but sloppy and uncharacteristically messy. his body was moving before he could tell it to; so lost in the feeling that he didn’t care how graceful he was with it. 

you held onto him close, eyes rolling back and closing as you couldn't hold back any moans, praises, or any incoherent noises that left your mouth.

you felt every inch of him, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. you felt every inch, every vein, every stroke in its entirety. it was intoxicating.

“fuck, fuck, fuck-” satoru breathed out heavily.

you rested your head on his chest, barely able to lift your body up from your high. you let him adjust you, move you around, mold you to whatever felt best for him. it felt good for you too. more than good, actually.

“c-c- i’m g-gonna,”

with a few more heavy thrusts, satoru kisses your shoulder and neck more, moaning as he paints your walls with his cum. the two of you stay like this for a bit, any movement spiking your oversensitivity with your high. 

satoru plants a few more kisses on your frame, pulling you up and off of him and pulling his pants back up. you help him sit up and he hands you his shirt, the first one he grabs, unable to stop himself from kissing you sweetly in the afterglow.

you sit on his lap as satoru helps you put his shirt on, holding you close as he fixes your messy hair and rubs your back.

“i’m gonna get something to clean up,”

he looks up at you, admiring your exhausted face as he continues rubbing your back.

“i wanna stay like this a little longer,” you pout.

satoru lays back again, pulling you with him as he settles back into the couch.

still feeling high, laying down like this on your boyfriend’s chest felt like pure heaven. selfishly, satoru didn’t want to get up and grab a towel just yet. it’d be painful to leave you, even for just a minute.

he plays with your hair as you begin to sleep on top of him, feeling himself get heavy eyelids as he barely can hold onto his consciousness.

“i wish i started smoking with you sooner,” he mumbles.

your eyes are closed, smiling as you call him on his bluff.

“i’ll hold you to that,”

[piqii]

quiet nights ( not really )

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing !- junker queen x fem!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ content warning !- smut, so mdni !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ w.c !- 1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ author's note !- waaugh !! my first post to tumblr acc teehee ^^ do inform me if im missing any tags or if i should add anything i have no clue how to properly do this >m<

also dividers are by @/cafekitsune !! thanku they are very cute :))

Soft touches from calloused hands travel the expanse of your torso, the lady above occasionally digging her nails into skin to watch the way you arch for her oh so beautifully. She leans down as her hands come to rest at your hips, pressing featherlight kisses that trail down, ending at the waistband of your pants.

“ S’good for me, aren’t ya ? “ Junker queen purrs, the usually loud and rowdy queen appearing soft and gentle in these moments between the two of you, chuckling as she watches you nod in response.

Heavens, the way she gets lost in those eyes of yours everytime you look at her, her own eyes struggling to maintain contact in fear of her heart exploding in its place in her chest. Not to mention the way those eyes seem to widen as she undoes your pants… The queen can feel her own arousal spike with how delectable you look.

However, her own needs are pushed to the far back of her mind at the moment ; after all, tonight is about appreciating you, ravishing you in all the attention she failed to give with how busy she’s been running Junkertown. She pulls down your pants achingly slow, trying to draw out these moments where the two of you are free enough to bask in each other’s attention.

Spotting the damp spot on the front of your panties, Junker queen can’t help the chuckle that leaves her lips, hands moving to toy with the waistband of the undergarment. “ So wet for me already… And I’ve barely done anything.. “ The queen clicks her tongue, moving to straddle your hips as she leans close to your face, breath hot against your lips. “ What am I going to do with you, hmm ? “

Before you can gratify her with a response however, Junker queen presses her lips against yours, tongue pushing its way into your mouth to swallow any pleasured noises that bubble in your throat with the way her hand starts to slip into your panties. Hand achingly close to where you need it, you can help but roll your hips up in an attempt to get the touch where you need it, though all this brings is a hand to your hip to stop the movement.

“ Patience, love. M’getting there. “ Junker queen coos as she separates from the kiss, tongue licking up the strand of saliva that connects the two of you before she refocuses her attention at where you need it the most, finally pulling your panties down to pool around your ankles with your pants.

Getting off the bed for a moment, Junker queen moves to pull a bottle of lube out the drawer by the bedside, returning to her position above you as she lathers her digits in the lubricant. Her eyes fixate on the way yours are slightly glazed over, the gaze igniting something in her as she hovers her hand over where you need it the most, before slowly pressing it against you.

Experienced fingers find their way around your clit, the cool feeling of the lube drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as you arch your back off the bed, the position supported by Junker queen’s hand which moves to rest on your lower back. She twists and pinches the nub, relishing in each whimper and moan that leaves your lips as you drown in pleasure, brain muddled with lust.

Fingers coated with lube and your pre, Junker queen moves her fingers lower to prod against your hole, eyes meeting yours for consent ; a look you return with a small nod and roll of your hips. She returns it with a soft smile, pressing a kiss before she slowly pushes a finger in.

It’s a feeling you’ve felt countless times, yet it remains just as pleasurable as before, drawing soft moans from parted lips as you clench around the digits. Junker queen chuckles, loving every reaction she can draw out of you as she pushes another digit into your wet hole, which greedily accepts the second intrusion.

Fingers pump in and out of you at a gentle pace, the queen’s fingers occasionally curling up to prod at that sweet spot of yours that sends sparks of pleasure up your spine, accompanied by sweet cries that Junker queen could replay in her head forever. The calloused touch draws a familiar tension in your gut, walls clenching around her fingers in a vice grip.

It’s not long before that tension washes over with a well placed prod against your sweet spot, drawing a sharp intake of breath as your release coats her fingers, body trembling as you bask in the afterglow of the orgasm. Junker queen keeps her fingers in you for a moment longer before pulling out her fingers, bringing the digits up to her face to inspect that sweet liquid of yours.

Ensuring your gaze is locked on her, the queen slowly slips the fingers into her mouth, running her tongue between the digits to lick up any and all release that remains on her hand. It’s a sight that brings a flush to your cheeks, though you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away as she finishes up.

“ Beautiful… Just absolutely beautiful. “ The queen sighs, wiping the leftover saliva on her pants as she leans in, pressing a kiss against your lips which you greedily accept, arms slung over Junker queen’s shoulder to indulge in the warmth that seems to emit from her form. The two of you lay there for a moment more, the peace shattering as she playfully tugs on the waistband of your panties to snap it against your skin, drawing a surprised yelp from you.

“ Okay, pull y’self together, I’ll go start the bath for ya. “ Junker queen chuckles, crawling off the bed to make her way towards the bathroom. You watch as she walks off, a bit more energetic than she was when she dragged you towards the bedroom. Your hands move to fully slip off the rest of your clothes as you shuffle your way towards the bathroom on weak legs.

God, you could lose yourself in her forever.

[pileofmush]

i have a request for a luffy drabble!! i think he should be making a list/writing a love letter to you specifically :) what would he say?? 🫠💕

details ➸ tags: nothin but fluff! self-indulgent, teehee. // wc 0.7k

a/n ➸ this request is so cute! i'm melting. ty kitty for asking the real questions here.

Hey. Don’t throw this away, okay? This is important. 

Read this now. 

Duh, Usopp says. Of course you’re reading this right now. He says he’s a very reputable source in the affairs of love—just look at him and Kaya. I dunno what that all means, but I guess he knows what he’s talking about. 

Usopp says I should just tell you how I feel. I do that everyday, but he says maybe writing it down would be helpful. You're the one with the fancy words, not me, but I'll give it a try.

So! Finish reading this. 

And then read it again when you start to think too much about things that don’t matter. Don’t pretend you don’t do that. I know you, and there’s no point lying to a sheet of paper. So when you go quiet like you sometimes do, and your thoughts start to hurt you, follow my instructions and read this. Then come find me and ask for a hug. ‘Kay? Captain’s orders. 

HERE’S SEVEN THINGS I LIKE ABOUT YOU! YES, YOU.

1. Your smile!

Sanji could probably go on and on about how you’re gorgeous, stunning, beautiful—all those words—when you smile. And all those things are true! But you’re also the most… you. When you smile.

You have different kinds of smiles: big ones! Small ones! Encouraging ones! Those smiles that mean you know something I don’t, and you can’t keep it in much longer.

But what I like best about your smiles is when they’re just for me. It feels a bit like a secret. And I don’t like keeping secrets, but I don’t mind those secret smiles you share with me. 

2. Your laugh!

Your laugh is so… What’s the word? Contagious. That’s it. You are contagious. Just like your laugh. I like it when you bite your lip to try to hold it in, and when it bursts out anyway. I don’t know why you try. Nothing in the world sounds better than your hyena cackle, trust me. You’d give evil witches a run for their money. 

You like to look at me whenever you laugh, I’ve noticed. Like you wanna know if I find it funny too. I don’t think you even mean to do it. You just do. But that’s okay. I’m usually already looking at you.

3. You’re easy to pick up! 

If I’m not supposed to throw you over my shoulder and run, why do you make it so easy? 

4. You’re expressive!

You like to think you’re so mysterious. Too bad! You’re wrong. I know those books you like to read aren’t “intellectual” like you say they are. Pretty sure they wouldn’t make you squeal and cover your face with your hands if they were. I wish you wouldn’t cover it. I like the faces you make when you’re nervous. 

You’re probably nervous right now, aren’t you? You’re so easy to rile up! I like that about you, too. You get sort of mad, sort of not when I point it out. Your eyebrows scrunch and your mouth curves up and you cross your arms, all firm. I never know if you wanna kiss me or hit me. It’s cute. And fun. But wow, do you get a potty mouth when you're really nervous. Your words turn sharp and so does your stare, like you wanna cut me open with your eyes. Like it’s my fault that you’re stuttering out a quick, “Shut the fuck up.” Yeesh. You almost hurt my feelings there!

Just kidding. 

5. You’re loud!

Even when you’re quiet. Especially when you’re not. 

I like your voice. I like how it sounds when you just wake up. I like it when you finally sing the song you’ve been humming all day. I like it when you organize your thoughts out loud, and when you tell me about a joke Franky made earlier, and when you get real close and whisper things only meant for me to hear. 

Sometimes, when I think, it’s your voice I’m thinking in. I like that, too. 

So be even louder for me. Okay? ‘Cause everything you say is special, and I wanna hear it all. 

6. You’re patient! 

And kind. And smart and funny and mine. 

7. You’re everything. 

I like you ‘cause I like you. Isn’t it obvious? It’s not like I try to hide it.

So don’t hide from me. 

—Luffy

[chaoticspeedrun]

saw ur recent post and thought

lets all stereotype the tmnt simps like they’re animals at a zoo together chaotic

[insert funny picture of us staring at the funny ppl in the cage with their desired turtles (i lowkey couldnt find a meme that would suite this 😠😠😠)]

raph simps ; either fiesty gremlins who’ll bite ur toes off if you go near them and spray them with water or sweet little souls who’ll tuck you in bed and give you forehead kisses. both simp types aren’t rare and are commonly found together as a pair, explaining their view on the himbo buff boy raph and how they can either “fix him” or “make him worse”.

leo simps ; traumatized beings, it doesnt matter if you’re a cocky and mean in a loving way or a i’ll do anything you say because you’re so great kind of leo simp, you’re traumatized in some sense, whether it be through fiction or real life. you guys lowkey ENJOYED giving ur oc’s or self inserts loads of angst when it came to the future and movie. man, you guys have so much love for this one turtle his ego is literally thru the roof.

donnie simps ; a true simp. let me guess— you like nerdy men who are also queer as hell, who is also straight as hell at the same time, who is also the type of man you’d expect him to do nice things for you to only throw you under the bus. listen up you simps, i understand that the few of you “down down bad” simps are into that and might sans fangirl your way into this— but let me explain and introduce you into the “ilovehimsomuchiwoulddieforhimandhisbigforehead” simps. you’d be an awesome duo trust.

mikey simps ; now i KNOW you guys got something beneath those precious and fluffy oc and self insert moments. there has gotta be SOME SORT OF EVIL ANGST AND TWISTY MOMENT YOU GOT GOING ON— much more worse than the leo trauma, FARTHER WORSE— teehee you guys got such a cute puppylove selfship going on teehee 😊😊WELL WHABAM!! the moment mikey gets his mystic powers n angsty moment in the movie out comes the freaking angst beast and comfort waves following behind it >:))))

— 🖼️🗝️ (guess whooo 🙃🙃🙃)

Not me looking at the way you signed and going "Who's Keyframe?" I AM HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME FIGURING THIS ONE OUT.

Also, I love psychoanalyzing people💖

In my opinion, from what I have seen at least, most Raph simps I've interacted with are like really sweet and anxious people that REALLY NEED A HUG just like my boy Raph.

The Leo simps, as I said earlier, enjoy bullying him so much- and with that I mean, they're most times the kind of people that tease or bully their crush, but they care so much about him and love adding so much depth to his character.

The Donnie simps I know can't drop the color purple for ONE DANG SECOND, the color is everywhere all the time all at once, they seem very curious and are some of the ones that I see the most active in the fandom.

And Mikey simps are freaking wild, one minute they're the sweetest and the next they're jumping around the walls and scaring you, I love those.

*Sips on coffee, staring at the cages*

Ah yes, what a wonderful and interesting set of specimens.

[yonomori-rei]

ADA - SECRET SANTA

A/N: Hey all! Rei here! How would our fav Detective Agency celebrate Christmas this year? Why by doing a Secret Santa, of course! Content Warning: strong language and some suggestive themes in Naomi’s part.

[Spoilers for S1 EP 11 and WAN]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY READING!!! 🎄

Who got who? – they’d probably just draw names from a hat or smth:

Fukuzawa → Kyouka

Ranpo → Fukuzawa (he definitely did something to make sure he gets Fukuzawa – our jealous baby would never let him be taken by anyone else 😂)

Yosano → Ranpo

Kunikida → Tanizaki

Dazai → Kunikida (this li’l mf definitely rigged the game, I feel sorry for Kuni)

Tanizaki → Yosano (bro would be panicking so hard 😂)

Naomi → Atsushi (poor boi)

Kenji → Naomi

Atsushi → Dazai (teehee)

Kyouka → Kenji

General: This IS a detective agency, so most could guess if they tried. Therefore, they would probably agree not to try guessing who got who. But I still feel like Dazai ♥️ and Ranpo 🍬 would have undoubtedly guessed everything by now... Anyways, let’s see what each member decided to get for their Secret Santa!

-------------- FUKUZAWA GOT KYOUKA ---------------

Fukuzawa (probably) wouldn’t sweat it. He would most likely get her something cute (but NOT in a paedophilic way – our president is not like a certainsomeone *cough* MORI *cough*). I want to say he’d get something similar to a maid’s costume if he goes for clothing (yk like the one she was wearing when she begged Fukuzawa to let her stay in the agency) but is that too weird? 

Or maybe, he’d get her a pet cat 😂 as it's canon she also likes cats – I mean, have you seen her with Atsushi? 🤭 But whatever he gets, it will suit Kyouka, cuz I feel like they have similar taste.

--------------- RANPO GOT FUKUZAWA ---------------

Now...I’m scared. Remember in WAN when Atsushi got Fukuzawa rice balls (it was rice balls right?) and Ranpo ate it all...I feel that Ranpo would get him some nice snacks, but by the time the day for their Secret Santa had come...poor Fukuzawa would be present-less cuz our sweet detective decided to eat what he got for Fukuzawa 😂

So, sorry Sacchou, but you’re gonna have a miserable Christmas this year (I’m enjoying this too much XD)

----------------- YOSANO GOT RANPO -----------------

As much as I want Yosano to do her signature, not-at-all creepy, psychotic, sadistic, I'm-gonna-take-great-pleasure-in-murdering-you grin as she hands her victim her present, she got Ranpo, so that’s not gonna happen *Rei proceeds to bang her head hard on the keyboard in front of her because why would she give Yosano the one member she would not be able to scare??? Well...Rei IS a sucker for Yosano and Ranpo’s platonic relationship – BUT SERIOUSLY, AREN’T THEY CUTE?!*

Aaaaaanyways...Yosano would probably know Ranpo the best (after Fukuzawa of course) so she should get him something either sentimental to him – idk what (Ik, I’m so great at headcanons 😩) – or just stick to sweets as we all know how much happiness this boy gets cuz candy. But either way, Ranpo would be happy with his gift and Yosano would put a lot of thought into her gift to him – especially since their first time meeting was so heart-warmingly wholesome!

--------------- KUNIKIDA GOT TANIZAKI ---------------

Oh lord! I feel sorry for Tanizaki. 😂 I feel that Kunikida WOULD NOT GIVE A SHIT about what our orange-haired softie wants 🥲. He’d probably force a timetable planner onto this poor guy and sternly tell him that he expects Tanizaki to have a full-on schedule ready for the new year (Momma Kunikida wants to turn Tanizaki into a mini-him) ... Istg, this perfectionist is obsessed with his ideals – but I love it 😊

----------------- DAZAI GOT KUNIKIDA -----------------

Now, my hubby over here is the ABSOLUTE WORST, and Kunikida...my sincerest apologies *then proceeds to cackle for 10 mins thinking about how Kunikida is going to suffer*

Dazai would either forget about it and get something really really REALLY stupiiiiiiiiid like a silly Christmas hat/jumper or maybe even some really long elf shoes that makes the wearer trip and fall (and gets a kick out of watching cuz he somehow manipulated poor Kuni into wearing it).

AND HE DEFO BOUGHT IT USING KUNIKIDA’S CARD.

Or he would think really carefully from Day 1 to get Kunikida the absolute worst present ever and obsess over it. Why can I see Dazai just wrapping himself up in extra bandages (like the cute mummy he is) and presenting himself to Kunikida?? (It’s like when he told Atsushi in WAN that he was the snack – and I wouldn’t mind if he said that to me 🤭)

Tbh, I can't see him getting a proper gift at all (like with Ranpo) 😔, so, sorry folks...

---------------- TANIZAKI GOT YOSANO ---------------

LMAO, he’d be panicking so hard! But also, one of the only ones in the agency to actually try and make their Secret Santa receiver happy. It's canon he’s scared shitless of Yosano (I mean, anyone who wants to live would be) so we can imagine this poor softie just desperate to find the best present to appease our hot goddess. After all, who wants to get on Yosano’s bad side. (I mean, I wouldn’t mind being punished by her – 😳). I feel like he’d inconspicuously try to get close to Yosano so that he can find out what she likes/would want (although e spent more than enough time strapped to her examination bed – I’d be disappointed of you don’t know what Yosano likes, Tanizaki).

In the end, he’d just get her some brand new medical supplies (maybe she might have been talking about it in the agency and he overheard her) since everyone knows our queen loves to cut people open and I firmly believe that Yosano would literally drag Tanizaki to her lair as soon as she opened her gift and use them on him. Hey, at least someone will be happy...

----------------- NAOMI GOT ATSUSHI -----------------

I'm sorry my innocent kitty 🥺. She definitely gets him something sexual. And no, nothing can change my mind. This bitch came up with the idea of getting Atsushi to fuck for his entrance exam so...nope, she definitely got him some sex toy or another. AND DAZAI YOU LI’L FUCKER, GET BACK HERE RN! Atsushi would probably be blushing so hard, and Dazai would probably be explaining how to use whatever toy Naomi got him in detail 😭. I’m sorry my innocent cinnamon roll...

Maybe Dazai even stole what Naomi got Atsushi, broke into a certain ginger’s house and used it on him...teehee

------------------- KENJI GOT NAOMI ------------------

A cow 🐄. It doesn’t matter who he got, he will definitely get them a cow. Naomi would probably keep it tbh, but I feel that Tanizaki would object...that is, until she puts her hand up his shirt and threatens to punish him at night...

----------------- ATSUSHI GOT DAZAIII -----------------

I’m literary gonna be using WAN as my reference for this. He’d definitely want to put all his effort to give a gift that Dazai would be happy with so Atsushi will try to find out what he likes, but his mind would probably come up with suicide-related stuff. And Atsushi definitely does not want to encourage Dazai. 😂 But Atsushi would want to come up with something that is truly a well thought gift, not only because he’s a kind-hearted soul, but also because he respects that manipulative bastard as a mentor and so would want to give back for everything Dazai had done for him. (I truly do wonder what Dazai did for him...🤔)

Anyway, I feel like Atsushi would get him a mix of stuff...like a gift basket, with bandages, maybe a few books, FLOWERS, and probably delivers a long arse speech about why he is the best mentor ever before giving Dazai is gift on the day. And the expression on Dazai’s face would be PRICELESS 😂😂😂

------------------ KYOUKA GOT KENJI -----------------

Now, this one takes getting to know their Secret Santa to a while new level. I can totally see her STALKING Kenji and trying to gather as much info about him as possible...In the end, she’d probably get him the best present ever...maybe another one who gets a cow for their Secret Santa 😂

She’d definitely make our sunshine boy happy with what she got him, so I think it would be something that reminds him of villages or maybe a souvenir from the city cuz he’s always fascinated about city life and how different it is from his hometown.

[z0mb1epuzzy]

hii again (i sent the josh/chris with a nipple peircing request teehee, i absolutely LOVED what you did with it holyyy)

i was wondering about your thoughts on our characters with a size difference/kink? particularly with a shorter reader? (although mike with a taller reader actually makes me CRUMBLEEE because holy god, he'd be so whipped) also i apologize because none of my asks are likely to be completely gender neutral, i unconsciously write reader inserts as feminine unfortunately 😭

but in particular, mike and chris (chris hyperfixation been hitting hard because of you. it's all your fault, i say with heart eyes)

i wasnt positive if youd already done this, but i thought id ask just in casee

i imagine mike being cocky about it, but not too outwardly. he would more-so just tease you about it, but he makes sure to be gentle as well. hed think its just soooo cute when youre pressed up with your back against his chest, struggling to take just two of his fingers inside of you, you huffing a "fucking hell" in pitiful anger as you curse your genes under your breath, wanting him to just fuck you already. hed chuckle breathily into your neck, kissing the soft skin under your ear sweetly. "you know how this goes, hon. we need to get you all ready for me.. wouldnt want you to get hurt, now would we?"

chris, im a bit more uncertain how he would feel about it. i cant remember how tall he is off the top of my head, but he's taller than mike in game, isnt he? i feel like hes definitely used to people being noticeably shorter than him, almost all his friends are (if not all of them), so he's not usually very surprised when he encounters someone shorter than him. but then he meets you, standing at an almost sad 5'1", and he is WHIPPED. not even sexually, he just wants to hold you. you're like the perfect size for him to spoon and hold, and oh god- have in his lap. he would definitely, when hes sitting, pull you straight onto his thighs at any given moment - with absolutely no struggle, might i add. (i live for beefy!chris)

OMG, and do NOTTT even get me started on sex. he is basically using you to get off. after youve finally taken him inch by inch and gotten comfortable, as soon as he's close to finishing, he's gripping your hips, grinding and slamming you against him like his own personal fleshlight. he really didnt mean to be so rough. he apologizes for it after the fact, of course he does, because he really didnt mean to, you just felt so good and tight around him, and he just lost his resolve... i feel like hed forget his own strength sometimes? leaving bruises occasionally from accidentally gripping your hips too hard, or at least he gets close to it. hes just not used to having someone so much smaller than him. youre like a tiny teddy bear.

- 🙀

HELLO ANON OMG??? we’re gonna kiss rn bc… i am also a size kink enjoyer… i love me a big man!!!!! also it’s okay if ur asks aren’t gender neutral! i am afab myself so i totally get how u can lean a certain way without realizing!! i don’t mind :3

heehee now for the sauce i am so hype for this currently…

for this, i’m gonna focus on the smaller reader x bigger mike/chris, but if any tall babes want me to elaborate for them, i 100% can you beautiful gorgeous lengthy creatures you…

mike!! absolutely reads as a man who would (not subtly) have a size kink!!

if you’re shorter/smaller than him, it makes him feel so strong, definitely an ego boost.. watching you struggle to take him? your little hands on his body?? HELLO??!!?!!!

and even if you’re taller/bigger than mike, that’s a still a total ego boost if you let him dom you… watching someone who’s physically capable or possibly assertive totally crumble for him? LORT!

.

it’s so hot to me when a big ol man is so teasing about his physical advantage, but also gentle with you to make sure you’re okay… Mike is one of those guys, he’s a perfect mix of teasing and gentle, like his words make you expect he’s gonna be rough, but he genuinely does take care to not hurt you!! it’s cute to him when you get all whiny, his big hands on your body, one helping to stretch you a little… y’know, to make it a little more comfortable! it makes him wanna cave a little, hearing you beg sooo sweetly, but he’s gonna make you wait! it’s for your own good♥️

and chris.. drools..

chris wouldn’t realize he has a size kink necessarily.. it’s normal to like how big your hands look on your partner’s, isn’t it? doesn’t everyone feel a little extra riled up at the idea of their partner needing a lil extra foreplay to take them?

so he wouldn’t openly acknowledge it as a kink, but it absolutely is, without a doubt. just imagine… chris’s big hands squeezing your hips and thighs, basically throwing you around like a little ragdoll… bc i AGREE! chris is a strong guy who doesn’t recognize his strength sometimes, he’s just too eager to please!!?! his grip on your hips tighter than he intended, leaving little purple splotches where his fingertips had been before… UGHH!!

[fr-achilles]

my first few days on flight rising really were like “teehee cute little dragons! i’m just going to buy a few guys and maybe do some breeding every once in a while for fun! i am doing this all in a very casual and relaxed manner! weeee!” and now about a month in i’ve gone full “i have a whole ass system of spreadsheets to plan and track the breeding project for this IMMENSELY specific scry that came to me in a divine vision at three o’clock in the goddamn morning, because there aren’t any dragons on the AH with the exact colors that i need to make it happen and NO i cannot simply use a dragon with similar colors it has to be EXACT.”

[thechaoticplayer]

BONJOUR MY EXAMS STILL AREN’T FINISHED YET BUT I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER REQUEST BEFORE I FORGET

Ike, Vox, Mama and Fufu-Chan together in one of their house watching a movie but it turned into an intense make out session for psyborg and Ike/Vox (idk the ship name lmao) buttttt the intense make out session turn into them just fucking their bottoms in the living room (why do I always have these ideas)

Author's note: why DO you have these ideas you nasty BL enjoyer (me too tho bestie 😞) and SHEEEESH these four? in one room? Fucking? Damn getting to work bro.... feed me after please.... (help Ike's cover Aspirin started screaming in my ear)

Summary: Ah, a night together watching a movie! How nice and calming. Until they start getting a bit too frisky (remember to use protection kids) super short bc I rlly need to get this request out and life is being a bitch

Contains: gay men kissing and smashing on couches, smut nasty smut, BL, Power Bottom! Ike x Sub! Vox (that one time Ike called Vox cute and the demon practically melted into mush... brainrot) , Dommy Fulgar x Subby Uki, theres plot and fluff teehee

"Yo, welcome in," Fulgar greets Ike and Vox, who stand at the door. They enter inside, Vox having to slightly duck his head under the doorway and Ike quickly taking of his shoes as to not trek snow inside the house.

"Hello Vox and Ike," Uki softly says, peeking his head out of the kitchen area. "I'll be there in just a moment."

Fulgar guides them to the living room, which has a cozy atmosphere. A fire crackles inside the TV. The four of them decided to get together to hang out, the two couples having lots of fun and discovering new things in their relationships. Ike suggested watching a movie together, so they wouldn't have to be forced to talk the whole time, and the others agreed that it was a good idea.

Vox and Fulgar, the LAM brothers they are, were in the middle of an arm wrestling match when Uki returns with small tray of mugs. He shooes the men off the small table and places it down. "I made some hot chocolate for all of us to enjoy, along with some cookies too."

"You're the best, Uki darling," Fulgar praises, making Uki blush slightly. He holds the cup between his hands, the heat not bothering him as much.

"Thank you Uki," Ike replies with a small smile, bowing his head slightly.

"Thank you so much, I was freezing my balls off," Vox laughs, holding the cup by the handle and nearly burning his tongue.

"I just made them," Uki says quickly, waving his hand over his own mug. "It's still pretty hot, so I'll get the movie on now."

Vox and Ike sit on one sofa on the left, and Fulgar and Uki sit on the other on the right. The two couples sit a good distance apart, but not far enough where they couldn't hear each other if they whispered. Uki flips through movies to watch, the rest commenting on what to watch.

"How about a rom-com?" Uki suggests.

"That doesn't sound bad," Ike responds, glancing over at Fulgar and Vox, who nod affirmatively.

"Alright," Uki says, pressing the button before setting the remote down. "Let's get nice and cozy."

He hands the other couple a blanket. Vox helps drape it over him and Ike, who rests his head against his shoulder affectionately. As Uki sits down, Fulgar takes the other blanket and tucks Uki and him in it. He casually slides his arm across the Psychic's shoulders and Uki leans into his warmth, quietly nomming a cookie he had baked.

As the movie started slowly, Vox and Fulgar talk to each other about something weird. Ike and Uki exchange glances, rolling their eyes at their partners with a smile. At the sight, both Vox and Fulgar smirk devilishly, and began to scatter kisses all over their lovers.

"H-hey! Stop that!" Ike chides, batting Vox away as the demon pouts.

Uki, however, just giggles and lets Fulgar do as he wishes.

"See? Why can't I give you kisses?" Vox points out, sad puppy eyes initiated. "I want to show you love and affection."

Ike stares for a beat, then sighs. He tilts his head up, presses his lips against Vox's porcelain skin and looks back at the screen. Vox, on the other hand, is not all that calm and stutters, cheeks flushed.

"Look at how red you are!" Fulgar teases, pointing and laughing.

"Oh, fuck off," Vox grumbles, flipping the Cyborg off.

"Shut the fuck up you two," Uki mutters.

The movie is about half-way through when Fulgar feels a hand sliding up his thigh. He casts a small glance at his lover, but returns his gaze back to the screen. A small smirk on his lips. But then he grunts, cheeks reddening as Uki palms his crotch, hand hidden from the blanket.

"Ukiki," Fulgar whispers in Uki's ear, the tips of his ears bright red. "What are you...?"

Uki hushes him, continuing to rub him slowly. Fulgar stifles his noises, chewing the side of his cheek as he watched the movie.

Vox, on the other side of the couch, interweaves his fingers with Ike's and kisses the novelist's knuckles. Ike smiles softly, turning over the demon's hand to kiss him back. Vox kisses Ike's head and jaw, Ike's skin taking on a pinker tone but allows the onslaught of affection. For some odd reason, Ike (embarrassingly so), started to get hard from the actions, and it was getting difficult to keep a straight face.

Like a clock... tick... tock... tick...

Enough.

Fulgar and Ike explode nearly at once, Fulgar crawling on top of Uki and Ike straddling Vox's lap. Uki squawks in surprise. Vox looks up at the novelist, startled, as Ike stares him down, breath heavy and glasses lop-sided.

"Looks like Uki isn't the only one misbehaving, huh?" Fulgar chuckles, glancing over at the other couple.

Ike doesn't reply, his dark eyes narrowing at the voice demon, who audibly gulps. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Kissing... you?" He says, almost as if it were a question.

"During a movie? With other people around us?"

"Says the one sitting in my lap. isn't that a bit extreme, mmm?"

As Ike and Vox debate with one another, Fulgar shifts his attention to the Psychic, a coy smile on his lips. "The hell you smirking about?"

Uki traces the Cyborg's jawline. "Everyone is kinda horny at the moment." He looks down to see Fulgar's hard erection and his own. "Maybe we should fix that."

"Shameless whore," Fulgar remarks.

"Says the horny bitch," Uki retorts.

Fulgar smashes his mouth against Uki's devouring him whole with a low growl. His tongue explore the entirety of Uki's mouth, enjoying the taste of chocolate inside. So sweet, like always. Uki nips at Fulgar's bottom lip, spurring him on further.

Ike and Vox are still bickering with each other, oblivious to the couple passionately making out on the other side of the couch. Vox decides to make a cocky response, and Ike can't help but be absolutely flabbergasted by this man's audacity.

Ike yanks him by the collar of his shirt, grumbling, "You need to be taught a lesson."

"Oh?" The voice demon smiles. "How so-?"

Ike interrupts his words with a rough kiss, which Vox groans into unexpectedly. His pale skin is tinged with a deep red. Ike keeps him close, legs wrapped around Vox's waist as Ike grinds against the demon. A quiet moan escapes Vox, much to his dismay.

Next thing you know, clothes are strewn across the living room floor, sounds of skin slapping against skin, lewd sex, and moans mixed with whimpers flood the room.

"Fu-fucha-" A moan cuts his sentence, Uki a whimpering and flushed mess underneath Fulgar, who repeatedly penetrates him.

A shaky laugh from the Cyborg. "What's wrong? isn't this what you wanted?"

Uki's arms wrapped around Fulgar's neck, holding him close as he whines in his ear. They were both close, they could feel it.

Ike, however, has been riding Vox silly, as obvious to Vox's quaking moans. His big hands encompass Ike's waist. He was big and taller than Ike, but here was, being used for Ike's entertainment. Embarrassment and shame were thrown out the window a long time ago.

"S-slow down," Vox gasps, surprised by Ike's stamina.

"Shut up," Ike mutters with a soft mewl, bouncing on Vox's cock. "You deserve it."

The next hour, both couples had the blankets across their naked bodies. Slowly regaining their breath, avoiding gazes.

"Well. At least we can say we've seen each other's dicks and not have to be shy about it anymore."

"Vox, what the hell man."

[jisokai]

Out of the Old World

It’s a beautiful day in the garden, the peonies in full bloom and the sky a sea of swirling clouds, when a man falls from your roof. You’d think he’s cute—if he wasn’t convinced he’s from a different world.

sero hanta x reader 5.7k words | oneshot, complete reverse isekai, mutual pining, some angst, strangers to lovers

read on ao3

semi-important note: if you weren't already aware, sero's name is derived from the japanese pronunciation of "cellophane tape" (serohantapu -> sero hanta). i reference it a couple times so that's just for your own understanding lol

+ obligatory mention of these two fics because they are by my favoritest fic authors ever and these in particular are both isekai fics that at least partially inspired mine: Into the New World (also inspired the title teehee), The Butterfly Variant

You’re clipping peonies in your mother’s garden, buried beneath the crystal blue sky, when a yelp and a thud sound behind you, followed by the frantic rustling of bushes. You frown, turning with your scissors brandished like a gun. There’s a man sprawled half on the ground and half in the hedges, taking heavy breaths as he scrambles to stand.

“What the hell?”

He grunts before he finally rights himself. He’s tall and lean, blinking dark eyes rapidly when they land on your weapon. He frowns, looking left and right. “Sorry, we’re dealing with a messy attack. Can you point me to Ginza?”

“Ginza?” you guffaw, gripping the scissors tighter. The man reaches for his ear before frowning, frantically running his hands over his head. “You’re in the suburbs of Sendai. It’s a three hour train to Tokyo. What were you doing on my roof?”

He doesn’t seem to be listening, hands clutching his head. “I’m not in my suit.”

You frown, eyes trailing his simple t-shirt and pants. Is he trying to distract you? Is he… not well? “By suit do you mean straightjacket?”

His eyes dart to his arms, gasping, “My elbows!” He lifts one, yanking it upwards before freezing.

You think they’re a little pointy. “Yeah… those are your elbows,” you try to comfort him.

“They aren’t!”

You don’t respond. What the hell are you supposed to say?

“Do you—What happened to my quirk?” 

Who the hell is this man? Some sort of pick me—someone not like other boys? “I think you’re plenty quirky as you are. Now tell me why you were on my roof before I call the cops.” 

“I wasn’t!” he insists. “I was chasing a guy down Ginza with Dynamight, someone tearing up the street—God, I need to help! But I can’t do anything without my quirk!” His hands slap around his pockets. “Fuck, I don’t have my comm or anything. Do you have your phone?”

Your scissors still sit between you two, pointed defensively. “Are you trying to rob me?”

“What? I’m a hero!”

Your eyebrows nearly fly off your forehead from your disbelief. This guy is definitely insane.

After a series of bickering, you relent and let him take your phone, swayed by the desperation on his face. Even if he’s crazy, he’s concerned enough for you to cave. You lower your weapon, but still hold it firmly while he stands next to you and frantically scrolls through the news. Your body tenses while he types into the search bar, hoping nothing weird pops up in your history.

It’s the first quiet moment between you, enough to let you get a proper look at him—his wide eyes and shaggy hair, the slight stubble that grazes his lip. He’s cute, in a wet dog sort of way.

“W—” he starts, interrupting your thoughts. “Where are we?”

“Sendai,” you repeat. “By Tōshōgū station.”

He stares at you bewildered, now a sad, surprised puppy. “Is this Earth?”

Not cute. He’s not cute; he’s crazy.

“Are you okay?” you have to ask.

He asks for the date, then for you to specify the year. His face twists at the answer. Next comes a frantic slew of questions about current events, wars you’ve never heard of, if the world is quirkless.

“Everyone’s weird in some way,” you try, not understanding what he means.

“No just—do people have powers? Are there heroes? Do you know All Might?”

“… Like heroes in movies?”

His lips press into a firm line.

Crazy or not, you invite him in for tea and snacks, hoping that food in his system will put him at ease. Your mother is out, thankfully, and you instruct him to sit at the table. He doesn’t, instead awkwardly pacing around the room.

“It’s possible I got sent to a different world—universe, or whatever. Back home there are things called quirks—innate abilities. Most people have them. I can shoot tape out of my elbows, for example—”

You gasp. “You’re Spiderman?”

“Spiderman?” he frowns.

Your jaw drops. “You come from a world of superheroes that doesn’t have Spiderman?” You can’t tell if it sounds more or less believable.

“I’m from a world with heroes—ones who need my help right now!” He pauses, looking towards the window. 

“And you’re one of them?”

He nods, finger tucked under his chin. He continues to pace while you pour the tea. You urge him over to sit, setting the mugs on the table with a plate of grapes and crackers. He sighs, restlessly pulling out the chair. His leg bounces.

His world sounds unreal, like an American comic franchise, or a shonen manga you’d mindlessly open at the bookstore. This whole situation feels like a novel in its own right. Isn’t it a trope these days, stories where characters get pulled into another world? You recall lengthy titles, suggestions by the streaming services you're subscribed to. But those stories are the opposite of this scenario—ones where the boring, real life character gets pulled into a fantasyland. Not vice versa.

You remind yourself of the very real possibility that he’s lying. Should you take him to the police? Why did you invite him inside? What if he’s some criminal on the run and you’ve been sitting here making him tea?

“Maybe we should go to the police,” you blurt abruptly.

Sero blinks in surprise. “What? Do you really think they can help?”

You’re not sure, but at the very least they can confirm his identity—and whether or not he’s a criminal. You pause. What would happen if they couldn’t identify him? What if all of this is true, and you make it harder for him to return.

An idea comes to mind. You open the camera on your phone and snap a picture of him without warning. He freezes before protesting, a ruckus of background noise while you quickly upload the picture into the search engine, scrolling to see if there are any matches.

“Hey! What the hell—”

Nothing comes up. You bite your lip. What should you do?

“There’s a chance you’re just some weird guy lying with malicious intentions,” you say. He quiets. “But you don’t exist on the internet. If you were some escaped criminal I’m sure at least one article would pop up.” You frown again, now typing criminal on the run in sendai. Nothing.

He watches you from across the table, eyes relaxing with realization. “I’m not lying, or dangerous. I’ll go with you to the police if it makes you feel better. Ultimately I just need to find a way home.”

You relax more than you should at his reaction. If he’s willing to go to face authorities, surely he’s not an escaped convict. Maybe he can stay with you for a little while—at least until the two of you can sort out next steps to return him.

“Maybe the police aren’t a good idea,” you say carefully. “If you really aren’t from this world, and you don’t have any documentation… I’m not sure what might happen to you.” Would he get sent somewhere? Would that mess with his chances to go back home?

He nods with a sigh. “That makes sense. Shit, I’m not sure what to do other than wait.”

“You…” The invitation pours out, “I’ll talk with my mom, but I’m sure we can host you for a little while.” Is this a bad idea? Are you going to get yourself and your mother murdered tonight?

His eyes brighten, a smile overtaking his features for the first time since meeting. It radiates, and your attraction is suddenly apparent again. You swallow and try not to stare.

“Would you really? That’d be incredible, thank you. I can help out in return—anything you need.”

You could really do without the warmth taking over your chest. Averting your eyes is the only reprieve you can find, and you huff, “It’s fine. Just hope my mom will be cool with it.”

He hums affirmatively. An awkwards silence falls afterwards.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You eventually ask, eyes returning to his figure.

He picks out a grape, rolling it between slender fingers. “Sero Hanta, or Cellophane when I’m on duty. And you?”

You nearly laugh, choking on the tea. “Your name is Sero Hanta and you shoot tape from your arms?”

He rolls his eyes, another smile tugging against his cheek. “I know.”

Again you recall the show in your suggested tab. Titles like: Oh No! I’ve Been Transported to Another World, and it's Magic!?

You bite your lip, failing to smother an idiotic grin. Mister serohantapu might be from a gag manga.

Convincing your mother is hardly a challenge. You tell her Sero’s a friend going through a transition and in need of emergency support—namely a place to stay. She takes one long look at him, then you, and grumbles in agreement before going to bed. You scoff when he tries to take the couch, instead ushering him to the guest room. 

Sleeping is the real challenge. You lay with your eyes closed for nearly an hour, but you begrudgingly remain awake. As you begin to deliberate getting up and doing something productive with your energy, you hear a door down the hall open.

It’s the door of the guestroom. Your eyes blow open, heart racing with fear. Did you make a horrible mistake after all? Should you prepare yourself in case Sero does in fact try to kill you?

He walks past your door.

His footsteps continue until they reach the kitchen. A cupboard opens and the tap runs quietly. He’s only getting himself a glass of water. Your heart calms.

Several silent minutes pass. After you gauge it’s been ten, you huff and sit up, tossing off the blankets as you make for the kitchen.

The scene you find is not one you imagined. A lamp in the living room is glowing softly, the one next to the couch. Sero sits beside it, curled up with a volume of one of your manga from the shelf—the ones you don't mind leaving in shared spaces. He’s facing you, alerted by your footsteps.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he says somewhat sheepishly.

You shake your head. “Can’t sleep?”

He mirrors you, shaking his head in return.

“Me neither,” you answer, filling your own glass. You make a point to use the filtered water machine instead of the tap, and then you join him on the other end of the couch. “I lay awake in fear that I’m going to get murdered by a stranger in my home.”

You thought it’d be funny, provoke a laugh from him. Instead his face twists in a grimace. You regret the joke.

“Sorry,” you mutter with shame. “I want to trust you. And as impossible as your story sounds, I want to believe you.”

He nods curtly. “I get it. I can’t imagine I would believe me either.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

Sero turns out to be harmless. He also happens to be very handy and useful around the house. In return for housing and feeding him, he assumes the role of a sort of live-in maid. You feel awkward having someone doing your dishes and sweeping the living room for you, but you can’t deny that the help is nice—especially when you’re rushing to work.

He asks to help with the garden, to give him something else to do, so you pull him outside with a pair of shears and show him how you cut the flowers. He looks sheepishly at the hedge near the front door, sporting several broken and twisted branches. You haven’t had the chance to prune it after the incident, so you walk him through that too.

You give him the instructions for watering and point out the ripened radishes that he can harvest. He follows them with ease, eager for purpose. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, having someone with their hands in the dirt beside you.

Sero doesn’t talk much about his home, but he asks questions about yours. You have questions you want to ask in return, about his day to day, who Dynamight is, if he misses his friends.

The faraway look that sometimes shines in his black irises is enough of a confirmation.

After a few days of this you finally ask him something in return. It’s after dinner, when your mother retires to bed. The sun is still setting but she’s early to lay and early to rise. You sit at the table and watch Sero scrub dishes. You offer to dry them, but he refuses.

“What do you miss most about home?” Your eyes widen despite being the one who asked. You meant to start with something easier.

He catches your look and huffs a laugh, eyes dipping back to the suds in the sink. “My friends,” he answers without hesitation. “And my quirk. I guess I don’t really need it in a quirkless world… but it’s a big part of our identities back home. Having normal elbows—small elbows—is strange.”

You squint at his arms, trying to imagine how his elbows might look if tape could shoot from them. What would be different?

When he finishes the dishes he attempts to draw it for you. You make a face—tied between disbelief and maybe even disgust, admittedly. Immediately you try to morph back to neutrality, humming in attempted thoughtfulness. Sero laughs beside you; you were never a good actor.

Your hand comes to your own elbow, trying to imagine how it’d feel to have an additional amalgamation of bone, cylinders of dispensers beneath your skin. The only difference you can imagine is how many glasses you would knock over.

But Sero’s world is different from yours at a core level—a fundamental level that you can’t wholly fathom. He tries to explain it to you, the way life is shaped around these supposed quirks. Society functions at an entirely different level because of them, and subsequently there’s an onslaught of new complexities that come with it. Mostly complexities that arise from an additional category of discrimination.

It’s a difference that hangs over him, one that sits thickly in the air between you two. It’s embedded in his life, in the history he’s lived through.

“You fought a war as a teenager?”

He huffs. “Someone had to, when all the pros started retiring.” 

Huh? 

“You’re saying that grown adults who signed up to protect the country backed out so that kids could stand on the front lines.” What kind of world is this?

His face twists in a grimace. You ignore how cute you think he looks. “Well… yeah. I don’t think it’s as bad as it sounds though. Things are always worse without context.”

You roll your eyes. “I just had to be there, huh?”

He pauses, smiling solemnly before he eventually answers. “I think it would be better for everyone, to have lived in a world like yours instead.”

You want to bring up the crises you think about on a daily basis: the economy, the climate, your horrible working hours and the pay you should be making. You want to talk about the villains of your world, CEOs and war criminals. Instead you say nothing.

Maybe he isn’t from a gag manga, after all.

He laughs, eyes darting from the wall as if an amusing thought occurred to him. “I say all that, and yet I’m waiting anxiously for someone to come by and take me back.”

You scowl. “Your world might suck but your friends are there,” you remind him. “Anyone can understand that. Besides, it’s what you know. You just want to be home.”

Weeks pass. He’s still in your home.

Your mother doesn’t say anything. Sometimes she gives you a look you wish you could decipher, but she remains quiet. You think she likes Sero’s company.

You can admit you enjoy having him around, more than just his services as a housekeeper. He’s good company, easy to joke with—so much so that you forget his intelligence, and the somberness that seems to sweep over his mind on sleepless nights.

Your own restlessness is in tune with his, synchronized unease. It becomes routine to take a night time walk around the neighborhood when you meet him in the kitchen—he says it reminds him of “patrol”—and then plop down on the sofa to read manga, or sometimes watch a movie. 

Eventually you show him spiderman. 

“This feels like watching footage of my own battles,” he mumbles while Peter Parker swings himself through the cityscape.

You grin with delighted amusement. “Really? Shit, maybe you’re inspired by him.” If he’s a character from your world, that is.

You pause after saying it, straightening with realization. Is it insensitive to make comments like that? To see him as a character instead of an actual person?

But he doesn’t say anything. You wonder if he heard you in the first place, with how attentive he watches the film, eyes saucers as he drinks in the bluelight. Your own are glued to his face, entranced by his reactions. Everytime he laughs, your lips quirk. When he’s uneasy you find your own heart racing.

He feels real at this moment. Another living, breathing human that you get to share space with—a couch and snacks and a movie. 

His eyes sometimes dart to yours, and you look away as fast as you can.

Each time you do, you miss his giddy grin.

One morning after a night of popcorn and hero movies, your alarm blares in the living room. You wake with a jolt, heart racing as you scramble to turn it off. The time on the screen shocks you into panic; it's a whole half hour after you normally start getting ready. Did you hit snooze three times without realizing it? Why didn’t your mother wake you?

You scramble to stand from the couch, frowning when you realize the position you’re in—back facing Sero’s front with his arms around you. He stirs while you tear yourself from his grip with a curt shout of apology.

With less than half an hour to spare, you rush through washing yourself and dressing. Your heart races but you can’t tell if it’s from the panic of being late or an entirely different tingling in your chest. (A Sero sort of tingling.) When you finish you run through the kitchen, swiping fruit from the counter before haphazardly slipping on your shoes. You rush through the door with a curt “See you later,” not sparing a glance back.

(And therefore missing the sight of Sero: sprawled on the couch with his face—beet red—smothered in the cushions.)

You manage to catch the bus with a sigh, swiping your card before snatching the last open seat. A man grumbles two steps away, but he looks younger than you—he can manage. With the newfound security you pull out your phone to double check the time. You exhale with relief; you’ll only be five minutes late.

When you arrive at your office and tug at the door you freeze and then scowl, hand retracting with the temptation to claw out your hair.

It’s a Saturday.

“It’s a Saturday,” you announce when you walk back through the front door. You weren’t sure if anyone would be there to receive you, but the smell of proper breakfast food is a pleasant ambush.

“It’s a Saturday,” Sero responds with a grin. He’s drying a pan by the sink, and gestures to two plates on the table.

You fling your shoes off and drop your bag, greedily shuffling towards the food. He sets down the pan to join you.

“Thank you so much,” you say hastily before eating with equal vigor.

He grins before digging in for himself.

Neither of you mention how you woke up together.

(It happens again and again and again, the now assumed conclusion to late night movies.

You still don’t talk about it.)

There’s a certain somberness that settles over Sero when the two month mark passes. Nobody says a word, not even your mother. You start to think that she knows something else is going on, that she’s known from the beginning. 

The air is warmer than it was in April, when Sero first fell from your roof in the middle of the day. Now it’s night time, and the two of you are walking through the quiet streets, the buzzing of cicadas your third presence on the road.

What are you supposed to say at a time like this? Do you tell him to trust his friends, people you’ve never met, to bring him home? Do you tell him that your home can be his, if they fail? How do you comfort someone from another world, whose life is equivalent to words on paper?

You wish you had his story in your hands, a neatly bound stack of black and white that you could read and reread, to understand every piece of him he won’t say. You wish you knew him like a character, had the sort of grasp that would allow you to continue his story for him, to put pen to paper and secure his happy ending. The one where he gets to be happy. Happy and home and with everyone he loves.

That last piece makes your heart hurt.

You don’t know what to say, so in the end you say nothing. You can only offer a void, the emptiness of space to consume whatever feelings he radiates. Maybe you can catch them and hold them, feel them for him so he can take a break.

You wish you could tell him these things, but a boundary sits between you. It’s a heavy thing, refusing to move. The kind of wall that you know you could never pass—too strong to break, too tall to climb, too long to traverse.

He thanks you when you two return through the front door.

You frown in confusion. “What for?”

The moon casts a light behind him, a rim that halos his hair, reflecting as crescents in his eyes. When he answers you can catch the white of his teeth. “Just for being there for me throughout all this. Dealing with my vagueness… Letting me crash with you.”

“Of course,” you say plainly.

You suppress a scowl. Of course? What do you mean of course? Saying it like it’s a given, or the obvious answer.

But Sero smiles, a soft and loving look this time. You flush from witnessing it. Is this really meant for you?

A hand cradles your cheek. Fire erupts from the press of his skin against yours and you can’t help but lean into it. His head ducks as he leans closer and you close your eyes.

The kiss is tender, emotional. Complicated. It’s soft and breathy and his voice shakes when he parts, whispering, “Goodnight.”

You return the phrase by instinct, standing dumbly when he stalks off to the spare room—his room by now. The door clicks shut and you’re still at the front of the house, swallowing as your heart hammers in your chest under the spotlight of the moon.

When you finally lay in bed, sleep doesn’t come. You think it’s a restless night for Sero too, but his door never opens. His footsteps never track their way to the kitchen.

So you sprawl across your futon and stare at the ceiling, later shifting to your stomach so you can shove your face into the pillow when tears start to rain down your cheeks. You muffle your sobs and sniffles, confining them to the growing damp spot on your pillowcase. Your head hurts from the dehydration, and your heart hurts from the circumstances.

Was this your fate? Loving someone from another world—someone who isn’t real, and who doesn’t want to exist with you?

A choked cry releases from your throat, muted by the plushness of your sheets. Your heart pangs deeper when you imagine how Sero feels—

Loving someone from a world he wants to leave.

A week later, the two of you are setting the table for lunch. Sero has a yellow chrysanthemum tucked behind his ear, fresh from the garden.

A sudden thud sounds from the ceiling, then another in the front yard, followed by a string of curses.

You rush to open the door, pulling out your phone to have emergency services ready as you step outside.

There’s a man laying on the garden path.

A rush of déjà vu floods your body as you watch him push himself on his knees, rearing on his haunches before standing straight—or mostly straight, with a slight hunch. He’s beautiful, with glaring red eyes, skin as clear as the sky, and hair like threads of sunlight.

“Bakugou?” Sero’s voice calls from behind your shoulder. Your stomach drops at the hope in his voice.

The Bakugou in question twists his face into a scowl as he marches forwards. Your chest tightens at his approach, but he only nudges you out of the way. His hand aggressively clamps around Sero’s wrist, and the taller immediately wraps the blond in a hug.

You watch the scene intently. Bakugou’s face squishes into the crook of Sero’s neck and while his eyes avert in a display of contempt, his free arm lifts to wrap around Sero’s back, squeezing for a moment at his shoulder before dropping. When the black haired man relents, his eyes shine as he stares at his friend with disbelief.

“Took me fuckin’ long enough,” Bakugou grumbles. His eyes trace the living room before eventually narrowing at you.

You don’t know what to say.

The blond doesn’t give you a chance to think of anything, grabbing Sero by the wrist again and tugging him out the doorway. “C’mon.”

Your heart falls and your eyes widen as Sero stumbles in pursuit. Is this it? Your unceremonious goodbye, after countless late night walks and movies, falling asleep on the couch together, sharing meals?

(Somber kisses in this very doorway…)

The lunch on the table looms like a haunting presence behind you.

Bakugou pauses along the path, fiddling with some sort of gadget in his hand. Sero takes the opportunity to turn back towards you, but his wrist is still his friend’s captive.

“Thank you,” he says, voice sturdy. “For everything.”

You blink. Is this really how this ends?

Every thought and question you’ve ever had for him bubbles up your throat: questions of home, of his friends, of his sorrows and his joys. You want to ask about his family and his day to day, what his favorite manga is, what he does on his off days. You want to probe about his childhood, that world he comes from and the way it’s shaped him. You want to ask about his hopes for the future.

“Yeah,” you say instead. Your voice wavers.

“I…” Sero watches you somberly. “I’ll remember this.”

You nod. You won’t forget him for as long as you live, and even then some more. How could you? You’ll be haunted by your memory for the rest of eternity, the ghost of his presence lingering beside you on late nights.

Bakugou stops fiddling. He turns to Sero with a sharp look. It’s unreadable to you, but Sero seems to know exactly what it means.

He waves at you. Your eyes widen, heart thrumming when it dawns on you that this is it. For real.

Forever.

You raise your hand as the call to wait rises in your throat. Red eyes peer back at you before the blond steps forward and the pair vanish from your sight.

You stand there stupidly at your front door, reaching into the wind as a protest dies in your throat. A single yellow chrysanthemum falls to the ground. Your eyes blur with tears, the dot of gold smearing into the sea of grass beneath it.

“Where’s Sero?” your mother asks when she sits down for lunch. There are three plates on the table.

You swallow thickly, eyelashes fluttering to keep the tears from welling. “He… he got sorted and doesn’t need to stay anymore.”

She grunts, reaching for the bowl of rice in the center. “He couldn’t even stay for lunch?”

You close your eyes and exhale. She’s only playing into the ignorance for your sake.

“Guess not.”

When darkness settles and you toss under the covers, you are isolated in your restlessness. No click of the door sounds down the hall. There are no footsteps leading to the kitchen.

You’re forced through your routine the next morning, mindlessly flowing through the motions while you make breakfast. Nausea grips at your stomach when you stand to wash the dishes.

Exiting the house brings a grimace to your face, too powerful to swallow when you shut the door and walk down the path—where Sero last stood. Next to it sits the hedge he fell on when you first met. There are no traces of that encounter. The branches have stretched past where you pruned them; the leaves have multiplied to fill in the gaps.

Hot anger flashes through your body and you kick the thing before you realize what you’re doing. One of the lower twigs snaps from the impact.

You storm to the bus stop and then sprint to a seat when it arrives. As soon as you sit, the tears flood. You throw your hands over your eyes and cry on the commute to work.

Months pass without Sero, longer than the time you spent with him. You slip back into routine but nothing is entirely normal again. It’s what you promised, quietly and to yourself that day: that you won’t forget him.

Does he remember you like he promised? Are those memories somber—longing aches to have said more, asked more, to soak in the short time you had together? Why weren’t you bolder with him? Why didn’t you summon the bravery to ask and take from him what you wanted?

You return to your daily life, but he haunts the space between yourself and reality. The manga on the shelf are dusted with his fingerprints. You can see them on the cover when you angle it under the glare of the lamp. A faint smell lingers on the pillow he slept with, moved to your bed instead of washed with the other sheets in the guest room. During your evening walks you stare at the sky and wonder if the constellations are the same in his world.

He’s not real, ultimately. He never was to begin with. It’s the sort of situation you can't share with anyone, can’t process with your friends because they won’t believe you. Despite his fictionality, Sero’s isolation from the other facets of your life is part of the reason you can’t forget him—the reason he feels incredibly real.

Your mother knows. It’s a slim comfort because neither of you are willing to talk about it. If she’s worried about you, it shows in carefully sliced fruit and sneaky side eyes, not confrontational questions. 

One day she comes home with a bag, white with blue ink displaying the name of a nearby bookstore. She slides it to you across the counter.

“Saw one of those manga I thought you might like. It’s a new one.”

You hum with curiosity and slide the book from the crinkling plastic. You try not to let your disdain show. It’s one with superheroes on the front, their flashy colors. Shonen isn’t your type, and especially not something that’s going to remind you of Sero.

Despite the presentation and the pristine cover, there’s a fold in the spine. Your mother read it before gifting it to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

It takes a week for you to open. You do so begrudgingly, sighing in preparation to read long descriptions of worldbuilding and complicated rules for fake powers.

Instead you frown at the word quirk.

Your stomach tightens when a boy with spiky hair and a twisted scowl appears. The name Bakugou stares at you from the page.

You inhale the book, poring over the panels with rapt attention. Your heart is practically punching your chest as you read anxiously. The world is Sero’s, undeniably. You realize this All Might guy is one that Sero mentioned briefly when you first met. Your fingers shake as you turn the page—with some spite, wishing you could read from Sero’s perspective.

Your heart drops when you start the last chapter. Tucked in the corner of the first page are a pair of boys, one heart wrenchingly familiar. He’s a scrawny kid with shaggy black hair. You bring the book closer to your face, exhaling when you catch the bumps around his elbows.

You wonder if this is the life you’ve succumbed to: stuck wistfully thinking about a background character in the first volume of a manga, for a genre you don’t care to read in the first place.

The rest of the chapter is excruciating. You catch Sero's name listed towards the bottom of the quirk apprehension test results, a glimpse of the back of his head, a small side profile where he looks adorable. 

You stare blankly at the back cover when you finish the chapter. It's the end of the volume. 

This is Sero's story—or at least part of it, a glimpse of his childhood from the perspective of this crybaby main character. Your mind is once again a torrent of all the things you wish you asked him. Instead you’ll be forced to read your answers in fragments, one page at a time, one chapter each week. The book sits heavy in your hands. Your mother said it’s new, but you hope there are more volumes published.

You turn to the bookshelf in your bedroom and shuffle some of the paraphernalia around to make an open spot. You slide the first volume of Boku no Hero Academia right against the edge, sandwiched by a carefully pressed flower.

(That yellow chrysanthemum that Sero left behind—

The only proof you have of his brief existence, other than the rapidly fading scent of oranges on his pillow.)

idk what this fic is don't look at me please.thx

[folkdances]

can i be honest abt athena liking her is also mega challenge mode bc her tag is just 90% “fixed” designs of her with short hair and pants. like how is that feminism you removed her cuteness 😭 and i want to see you do martial arts moves in DRESS PANTS. atrocious. her design isnt fanservicey or used for anything weird in game shes just a girl character in a skirt. ive seen so many posts about how people want to like her but her design is soooo sexist! and then they ignore how good of a character she is. tragic siblings website my ass you’re literally shutting down seeing a woman with a ponytail

RIGHT! i don’t prticularly mind the fact that she’s in a skirt, I think they were trying to convey her youth by dressing her in clothes that kind of hybridize work clothes and a school uniform (+ the colours) because she’s like what, 18?? it’s so annoying no you silly people the misogyny comes from the fact that she constantly takes the backseat in trials to her male coworkers and a game that should have featured her prominently instead treated her as a disposable character … but again that’s a problem with the canon. if people actually found her interesting they would afford her more thought instead of just relying on the teehee she’s dressed weird like come on. fan favourite clay terran comes from the same game and got even less development than her plus he doesn’t even have a cool backstory but everyone is obsessed with him. guys i’m starting to think capcom aren’t the only ones with misogynistic patterns of thinking about the 3d games.