#the smooches will be platonic of course

[shhh-secret-time]

author i love your big beautiful brain

Anon....when I catch you, when I catch you anon!

You're gettin' the smoochin' of a life time.

Ah but thank you your words make my heart explode and my brain turn to mush

[samanthamulder]

THE X-FILES (1993-2018)

SEASON EIGHT — I will go on record to say this: that I have seen things that I cannot explain. I have observed phenomena that I cannot deny. And that as a scientist and a serious person it is a badge of honor not to dismiss these things because someone thinks they're BS.

[giantmushyfriend]

I know we all like to joke about how David is racking up bragging points over Michael first with the DILF list and now getting a BAFTA nomination for GOs2 while Michael didn't, but can we get mushy for a second? Because I cannot picture a world where Michael, someone who has won a BAFTA, was not genuinely thrilled and so incredibly proud when he saw his best friend, who has never even been nominated despite being deemed a national treasure, nominated for a project they bonded over. I cannot picture a world where Michael did not immediately call or text David and gush about how proud he was of him, congratulate him on a well-overdue nomination, and tell him how much his friendship means to him. I cannot picture a world where the Shennantburgs didn't probably have a small celebration for David, complete with wine and cake. I cannot picture a world where Anna doesnt boasts about David's nominations like Georiga does or where Georgia doesn't boost the shit out of Michael's accomplishments as well. I cannot picture a world where these two families do not celebrate each other's achievements so earnestly- where they aren't friends.

I love them so much.

I love my celebrity platonic polycule.

[collateral-joy]

I would like to hear what you have to say about NeedleTodd…

Okay so here's the skinny

Bill Needle and Gerry Todd are my favourite SCTV characters, and it's not close. I originally thought Todd would be my absolute favourite when I started watching (I began with Series 4) until I hit 4/1-8 and Needle came along and snapped my brain like a twig.

Figure 1: Bill Needle character Bill Needle. Bill Needle Dave Thomas SCTV Bill Needle

Anyway. Now they're tied.

Being a self-professed Dick Rave enthusiast (that is, Rick and Dave; Moranis and Thomas; those fellas what play Bob and Doug), this should come as no surprise. Besides the McKenzie brothers, Todd and Needle are the duo's default station characters. Pals with Caballero, Prickley, LaRue, Heatherton, Bittman, ya know. This is established both by their sheer screentime and by their contributions to various wraparound segments.

Figure 2: This is how you know you've made it

Which makes it all the more unfortunate that they only have one interaction - during the Staff Christmas Party. To be fair though, it's a delightful thing. Needle says "video" funny, Todd says "Needlebaum", they both cackle heartily, and the door is left open for them to collaborate on any number of schemes in the future.

Figure 3: "What the hell are we laughin' at?"

They don't, of course, but why let that stop us? I think the appeal of their potential dynamic is pretty clear on the surface, but to expound on it a bit: Needle is flummoxed and lightly exasperated by Todd, while Todd is amused by how Needle is tying himself in knots. Neither of them can quite figure the other one out, though for very different reasons. And yet, they somehow feel compelled to keep spending time together. Gradually, these two loners realize they might've found an actual, honest-to-goodness friend.

Figure 4: Todd introducing Needle to ham radio is just the first step. Can you imagine the two working together on a program? Doing a call-in show together? There's always some new video

In the early days of my newfound NeedleTodd devotion, I wrote almost 2500 words of dialogue between the two, most of it in one sitting. I think that's what it comes down to; they're a lot of fun to bounce off each other! Filling in the considerable blanks between these two funny guys is a thoroughly pleasurable experience.

Figure 5: heehee, hoohoo

So yeah, that's my spiel. NeedleTodd Forever, Dick Rave Life, such and such. Thanks 4 Listening!

[variousqueerthings]

it's obvs not helped by the fact that buffy is my fave character, you notice the details of when they're poorly treated by the narrative and want to rescue them from it (which is where faith comes in......)

[targaryenluvs]

— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

[buggachat]

Happy Holidays @paracosmicat !!

I'm your @mlsecretsanta! I hope you like some totally platonic Ladynoir, where there is absolutely no scheme afoot and definitely nobody is about to be smooched. of course

[kayfabebabe]

💌

Cosmic--marmalade

Briar, my dear friend <3

You're complex because there isn't just one or two things that I associate with you. There are dozens. If I had to explain it, it's almost like a kaleidoscope of different things. The smell of a new book, the sound of scissors cutting through fabric, the coarse feeling of twine.

[grimm-writings]

Imagine, if you will, a reader who is affectionate... Even gives platonic smooches to the party sometimes!!! Marcille gets a cheek kiss whenever she feels down. Laios gets a hand kiss as you play a gentleman proud of the knight's virtuous fighting! Senshi gets lil kisses on his helmet for a wonderful meal. Even Izutsumi is open to them in between her ears once she gets enough pets!

Chilchuck though... He notices you don't do any such thing for him. And he can't deny watching you with other party members can make him sliiightly jealous!

So of course he has to go embarrass himself by asking out loud, almost whining, how come he doesn't get kisses from you?!

(What he doesn't know is that he brought it upon himself by being so insistent on no personal feelings-)

Even as his face grows hot and he's sliiightly mortified... You'll indulge him a little, won't you? :)

[redbleedingrose]

imagine waking az up with kisses all over his face and then saying goodnight by kissing him all over his face too 🥺

HELP!!!

Smothering Az in kisses because he is also a shy boy is just.... sigh. What I would do to be with that male.

Okay no, but imagine this... being best friends with Azriel and you both are complete idiots in denial that you both love each other sm and Rhys and Cass drive themselves crazy (and broke) with bets on how long it will take you two to realize you both are madly in love with each other.

What do you mean its not normal for besties to constantly chose to sit next to each other and get annoyed if someone steals their spot???

Like Azriel has the right to be annoyed that Mor is sitting next to you instead of him. He always sits next to you. That's basically his undesignated but designated seat on the sofa. You sit at the corner because you like to lean against the arm rest, and you stuff your feet under Az's thigh to keep warm. Mor can't do that for you. And how about the fact that you both have your own conversations together, even though everyone else is around. He just has to tell you how he plans to get back at Cassian for the burly males attempt at dying poor Azzie's hair pink. Sigh...

What do you mean its not normal for besties to constantly be touching each other in some way???

Of course Azriel has to have his thigh pressed against yours. It is comfortable, and you love the heat that radiates off of him. Also he has nice arms. Are you not supposed to want to grab and squeeze at those muscles??? I mean c'mon??? They look delectable. And what do you mean you aren't supposed to be running into his arms as soon as he is back from a long mission?? The male has been gone for 3 weeks being the nightcourt spymaster??? You missed him?? Like... obviously you are gonna bury your face into his neck and wrap your legs around his waist so he can carry you around to the couch so he can collapse on top of you and take a 5 hour nap together because you both struggle to sleep without each other nearby??? That makes complete and other sense???

And what do you mean its not normal for besties to kiss each other?? Of course it is.

Of course it is completely normal for you to stare at Azriel's lips all day while he smirks down at you. They are nice and plump?? Like?? Who wouldn't stare at them?? And obviously, all those kisses to your cheek and forehead and temple and nose and chin from him are completely and utterly platonic??? Of course its just best friend vibes when you snuggle into his side and smooch his bicep when he wraps his arm around you. And yeah you do kiss each others lips sometimes??? Like... Is Azriel supposed to resist your pretty glossed up lips? He is supposed to make sure the strawberry flavored gloss covers every inch of your lips so obvi he is gonna kiss you to make it all even. And ummm? It's just a peck! And sometimes more. But its just because he is your best friend. Azriel wants to make sure you feel love in every way.

So yeah. You are just best friends. Obviously, Rhys and Cass are the true idiots, smh.

Should I write a Part 2????

Check out more of my works! Reblogs and Comments are always appreciate and go such a long way in motivating me!

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝.

— pairing; none ! just platonic headcanons featuring jack, kalim and leona !

— summary; you ride the carousel with them at playful land

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ How Ernesto managed to rope the four of you into sitting on the most over-the-top, kid-friendly ride in all of Playful Land, you’ll never know.

❋ But here you all are, riding that carousel.

❋ Even before the ride actually starts, Kalim’s thrilled. He scrambles onto the back of a black and white cat, and he’s laughing and waving the minute the carousel starts spinning. Kalim doesn’t care if this ride is a bit “babyish”—he’s having the time of his life. His energy is infectious, and he’s already planning another round once you all finish.

❋ Jack and Leona are . . .

❋ Not as enthused.

❋ And that's putting it mildly.

❋ Jack is as stiff as a board, his large body dwarfing the tiny plastic cricket he’s currently sitting on. He keeps muttering about how he’s too old and too tall for such a kiddy ride, and his knuckles are white as he grips onto the pole, his face awkwardly serious. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and you have to muffle your laughter.

❋ But all bets are off the moment your eyes land upon Leona.

❋ The second prince of Afterglow Savanna is stuck on the most ridiculous plastic donkey you’ve ever seen. He has a look of utter disdain, like he’s questioning every choice that led him to this moment. Leona tries to act all cool and above it all, leaning back and crossing his arms, but that just makes him look more out of place.

❋ You can barely keep yourself together. Seeing Leona’s misery is too funny, and it just gets better every time you turn to look at him. You’re coughing and choking on your laughter, and you nearly lose your balance on your own ride – a giant plastic goldfish bobbing up and down in sync with the carousel’s tinny music. One second, you’re doubled over, pointing and laughing; the next, you’re slipping, and clutching at your fish for dear life.

❋ But nothing gets by the eagle-eyed Leona, and of course he’s witnessed your almost-fall. And now it’s his turn to cackle at you, since you finally look as undignified as he feels. He’s savouring the moment, arms still crossed, look of smug superiority — all while still bouncing along on that ridiculous donkey.

❋ And it cracks you up all over again.

❋ Though this time, you make sure to hold on tight.

[im-ovulating]

Hi!!! For kinktober can you write ab katsuki and clit torture (I think that’s what it’s called) as like a punishment??? If you end up doing this I’ll smooch you (platonically)

(A/n: Kinktober Day 4/15! Not proofread)

Word Count: 2,035

Summary- He's mean. Everyone knows this.

Warnings: Clit pinching/twisting, Fingering, Creampie, Soft! Katsuki at the end

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader: Pain and Pleasure

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You snuggle closer to Katsuki, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you watch a movie together on the couch. His strong arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you against his firm, muscular body.

As the movie plays, you start to shift and squirm a bit, your hand tracing idle patterns on his thigh. You feel his grip tighten ever so slightly, a silent warning. But you ignore it, growing bolder. Your fingers slowly creep higher, brushing against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

Katsuki's crimson eyes narrow, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Oi, brat. What do you think you're doing?"

You look up at him innocently, batting your lashes. "What do you mean?" Your hand dips beneath the waistband of his pants, palming him through his boxers. "I'm not doing anything."

You shiver under Katsuki's intense gaze, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You know you're playing a dangerous game, but the desire to push his buttons is too strong to resist. Your fingers wrap around his hardening length, stroking him slowly.

"Don't fucking test me, brat," he growls, his grip on your waist tightening painfully.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," you breathe, your voice dripping with feigned innocence as you continue your teasing caresses.

Katsuki's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing to fiery slits. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist, yanking your hand away from his crotch. "That's it. You've asked for it."

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that steals your breath away. His other hand tangles in your hair, tugging sharply as he dominates the kiss. You melt into him, your body trembling with a mix of anticipation and arousal.

Suddenly, he pulls back, his gaze burning into you. "On your knees, brat," he rasps, his voice low and dangerous.

You hesitate for a moment, your pulse quickening, before slowly sliding off the couch and sinking to the floor. Your heart is pounding as you kneel before him, your eyes downcast.

Katsuki leans back, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveys you. "Good girl."

He reaches down, his fingers threading through your hair as he yanks your head back, exposing your throat. You gasp, your eyes flying open to meet his intense stare.

"Katsuki, please…" you whimper, your body quivering with anticipation.

"Shut up," he growls, his grip tightening painfully in your hair.

Without warning, he leans forward, his other hand slipping down further, tugging on your sensitive clit. You cry out, the sharp sensation radiating through your body. Katsuki's fingers clamp down, twisting and pulling mercilessly.

"Ah! Katsuki, it hurts!" you wail, your nails digging into his thighs as you struggle against the overwhelming sensations.

He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear. "That's the point, brat," he hisses. "You've been pushing me through this whole fucking movie, but now, it's my turn to push back."

His grip on your clit intensifies, his nails sinking into the sensitive nub. You let out a strangled scream, tears streaming down your face as the pain and pleasure blur together.

Katsuki's free hand trails up your neck, his calloused fingers ghosting over your throat. His eyes dart down to where his hand is buried under the damp fabric of your panties. "So wet for me, already, you filthy little brat?" he growls, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

You whimper, your body betraying you as the exquisite agony continues to build. He twists his fingers around the bundle of nerves, and it sets your nerves on fire, the sensations overwhelming and all-consuming.

"Please, Katsuki, I can't…" you plead, your voice breaking as you desperately try to pull away.

"Yes, you can," he hisses, the hand on your neck shifting to grab the back of your neck, holding you in place. "You're going to take everything I give you, brat, and you're going to love it."

His pinch tightens on your clit, and you scream, your vision whiting out as the world narrows to the excruciating pleasure-pain radiating up your spine.

You let out a strangled cry as Katsuki's assault on your clit continues. The sharp pinching and tugging sensations are almost too much to bear, sending shockwaves through your trembling body.

He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "That's it, brat. Scream for me," he growls, his grip on the back of your tightening.

Your nails dig into the fabric of his sweatpants as you struggle against the overwhelming sensations. The tears streaming down your face only seem to spur Katsuki on, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"Look at you, falling apart so beautifully for me," he taunts, his fingers twisting and tugging your sensitive bundle of nerves. "You love this, don't you? Being reduced to a quivering, helpless mess."

You whimper, your body betraying you as a fresh wave of arousal coats his fingers and soaks through your panties. The shame and humiliation only intensify the raw need coursing through you.

Katsuki's mouth crashes down on yours, swallowing your cries as he claims your lips with bruising force. His hand leaves your clit, only to slip further beneath the thin fabric and circle your entrance.

"So wet, just for me," he growls against your lips. "You're practically begging for it, aren't you, brat?"

Before you can respond, his fingers plunge inside you, filling you to the hilt. You moan into the kiss, your body arching towards his touch.

He sets a punishing pace, his fingers curling and stroking your sensitive walls. Just when you think you can't take any more, he withdraws completely, only to press mercilessly against your clit once more.

The sensations are overwhelming, your mind hazy with a mix of pleasure and pain. You're completely at Katsuki's mercy, your body trembling and aching for release.

"Please, Katsuki," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need…"

"What do you need, brat?" he growls, his voice a low rasp as he slowing circles your clit. "Tell me."

You swallow hard, your pride warring with your desperate desire. "I need… I need you to make me come," you finally admit, your face flushing with shame.

Katsuki's lips curl into a wicked grin. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

His fingers resume their relentless torture of your clit, the sharp pinches and tugs sending you spiraling towards the edge. Just as you feel the familiar coil of tension building, he sinks his fingers back into your cunt, directly into your sweet spot and dragging a scream from your throat.

The world whites out as the pleasure-pain crashes over you, your body convulsing as you come undone. Katsuki continues his torment, drawing out your orgasm until you're reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess at his feet.

Only then does he finally release you, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "That's my good girl," he murmurs, his fingers gently caressing your tear-stained cheeks.

You lean into his touch, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Katsuki pulls you close, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead.

"You did so well," he whispers, his grip on you tightening possessively. "But don't test me again... brat." He repeats the nickname with notably more tenderness as he holds you against him.

You melt into Katsuki's embrace, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he holds you close, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

The earlier harshness in his voice has given way to a softer, more intimate tone; one that only you get to hear. "That's my good girl," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

You relax into him, savoring the warmth and security of his strong arms around you. The earlier tension and desperation have been replaced by a sense of contentment.

Katsuki's calloused fingers tilt your chin up, his crimson eyes meeting yours with an intensity that steals your breath away. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that you've rarely witnessed before, a softness that belies his normally rough exterior.

Slowly, reverently, he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that is achingly tender. Gone is the bruising, demanding passion from before - this kiss is languid and exploring, his lips moving against yours in a gentle dance.

Your hands come up to cradle his face, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Katsuki's grip on you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer as he pours all of his unspoken affection into the kiss.

When you finally part, breathless and flushed, he rests his forehead against yours, his warm breath fanning over your face. "You're mine, brat," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "Never forget that."

You nod, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I know," you whisper back, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Katsuki's grip on you tightens as he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. His calloused hands trail down your sides, caressing your curves with a gentleness that belies his usual rough demeanor.

You melt into him, your bodies molding together as the kiss deepens. Katsuki's tongue brushes against yours, coaxing a soft moan from your lips. His touch is unhurried, almost reverent, as he explores you.

Gradually, his hands drift lower, grasping your thighs and urging you to straddle his lap. You comply eagerly, your legs wrapping around his waist as you press closer to him.

Katsuki's large hands splay across your back, holding you firmly against his chest. His kisses trail down your neck, eliciting shivers of pleasure from you. When he reaches the sensitive juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, he nips and sucks at the skin, marking you as his.

You whimper, your nails dragging lightly over his broad shoulders. Katsuki growls in response, the sound vibrating against your skin. His hips roll up, grinding his erection against your dampened core, and you gasp at the delicious friction.

"Katsuki," you breathe, your voice thick with need. "Please…"

He silences you with another searing kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth. One hand drifts down to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the soft skin of your stomach.

Slowly, reverently, he maps the contours of your body, his calloused fingers setting your nerves alight. When he finally reaches the waistband of your panties, he wastes no time in tugging them to the side and shoving his sweatpants and boxers down.

His mouth captures yours in a searing kiss as he slowly, agonizingly, guides himself inside you. You moan into the kiss, your body trembling with the sensation of being filled.

Katsuki sets a languid pace, his hips rolling against yours in a steady, sensual rhythm. His hands caress your skin, tracing patterns that set your nerves alight.

Every thrust elicits a soft whimper or gasp from you, your body clinging to his as he fuck up into you. Katsuki's forehead rests against yours, his crimson eyes locked onto your own, forcing you to maintain eye contact.

The intensity of his gaze is almost overwhelming, the raw emotion conveyed through his expression making your heart swell. You know in this moment that you are utterly, completely his.

Your climax builds slowly, a coil of tension winding tighter with each deliberate stroke. Katsuki seems to sense your impending release, his pace quickening slightly.

"Cum for me, baby," he breathes against your lips, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you cum around me."

Your back arches as the pleasure crests, your walls clenching around him as you shatter. It's a less intense orgasm than the first, but it makes your legs shake all the same. Katsuki follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he finds his own release deep inside you.

You cling to him and Katsuki's arms wrap securely around you, holding you close as you bask in the warmth of your shared afterglow.

"I…" he starts, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing. "I love you, Y/N."

Your heart swells and a radiant smile spreads on your face. "I love you too, Katsuki," you whisper, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

[just-jordie-things]

ik you literally JUST reblogged this but i was online so 😭 kiss prompt 52 w megumi 🫣🫣 -🌿

YES and ur not the only one it appears i've opened the floodgates for smooches

52: Accidentally Witnessed Kiss

**aged up characters!!** ___

you and megumi are good at hiding your relationship. very good, in fact, you're quite surprised that your nosey friends haven't caught on yet. just last week nobara tried to set you up with a salesman at a boutique you frequented. sure, megumi was a little annoyed by the notion, but you claimed it was only a testament to how well you'd kept your relationship hidden.

and of course hiding it was the right thing to do. your friends, and your sensei, were a pestering group, and you both agreed you didn't need any added stressors in your life. your relationship was yours, and it was meant to be a form of relaxation. after taxing assignments and grueling training sessions, it was comforting to know you could sneak into each other's rooms and hide away in each other's presence, forgetting about the rest of the world as you enjoyed being wrapped up in each other's arms.

it had been nearly six months of this. the sneaking around, the hidden gifts and love letters, the subtle brushes of his knuckles against the back of your hand as you walked side by side but at a safe, platonic distance from one another. you often didn't even sit by one another during movie nights, or shared lunches. you were so damn good at hiding your development out of friendship that your friends didn't even know how well you got along, if at all.

they didn't know that the sound of megumi's giggles when you asked him if he'd love you if you were a worm was the cutest sound in the world to you. they didn't know that megumi had your favorite drink memorized to order it for you. they didn't know you kept a special necklace around your neck at all times, tucked under the collar of your uniform. it's closer to my heart that way, you'd said cheerily when megumi had put it on for you for the first time. they didn't know you were each other's first love, and you very much intended for it to be your only love.

but everything comes to an end at some point, and the secrecy among such a close group of individuals could only last so long.

you were sitting on the counter in the small kitchenette that was a shared space in the hall of dormitories. your laughter was stifled behind your hand as megumi dumped out the leftovers he'd planned on eating for a late night snack. he wasn't as amused as you were, grumbling as he reached into the cabinet to eat cup noodles, yet again.

"i told you that they wouldn't stay good for that long," you scold, although your voice is soft and your eyes hold nothing but adoration. "you should've had them yesterday"

"yesterday was the only day we could go on a proper date with no one wondering where we were," megumi reminds you.

it had been a rare occasion, yuuji and nobara were partnered up for an assignment for the evening, giving you both just enough time to go to dinner and rush back before anyone could notice your absence.

"would you have rathered we stay here instead?" megumi asks, expecting you to pout and admit that going out was worth it.

instead you sit up a little straighter, reaching your arms around his neck to draw him closer to you. sitting on the counter gave you enough of a height advantage that you could be eye to eye with him.

"maybe," you muse thoughtfully, still tugging him close until he's slotted in the space between your legs.

his palms are warm as they rest on your thighs, and he too slides you closer to the edge of the counter in an attempt to draw you near enough that there wasn't a centimeter of space between you both. you smile at the action, nudging your nose against his.

"i do quite like staying in, with you" you hum, lashes fluttering as your eyes travel from his lips up to his own hooded gaze. he's smiling rather lazily at you, amused by the sudden affection.

normally he'd banter with you a bit more, just enough to tease and annoy you, before giving into what you so obviously really wanted.

but it was almost two in the morning now, there was no chance of anyone being around at this hour, and your hands were just so warm at the nape of his neck that he craved the rest of your warmth.

so his executive decision to give in completely, closing the small space left between your lips and sealing them with a kiss that had you humming in delight. he could feel you smiling in your victory.

the microwave is beeping with his finished noodles, but you're both far too melted into one another to care about the ringing sound by that point. your hands are too busy messing up his hair, carding through the soft locks until their nearly falling flat from how much you teased them. his own hands are having a hard time staying firmly on your hips, as the hem of your shirt moves and your warm skin is literally right at his finger tips. his movements are calculated as he carefully works his palms over your skin. somehow his hands are hot to the touch and yet leave goosebumps in their wake as they slide from your hips, to the small of your back, to your hips again. his fingers are splayed out wide, wanting to feel as much of you as he could.

you're lost in time, lost in him, you have no idea how long it's been since he'd started kissing you, and you don't know how long it'll be until one of you realize you should probably stop, but you push the thought away. why you'd ever stop kissing megumi, you don't know.

but the answer provides itself in the sound of plastic clattering to the linoleum floor.

your lips are off each other with an exaggerated smack, but no other noise fills the room as you and megumi turn your heads to the sound, only to find yuuji standing in the entryway of the kitchenette. his eyes are unblinking, and wide, and there's a plastic spider-man cup rolling on the ground at his feet.

unfortunately, your shared shock leaves you so frozen, that there's no chance of explaining yourselves to the pink haired boy. megumi's hands are still clearly under your shirt, while your hands are in loose fists in his hair. both of your mouths are swollen, hanging open slightly, both to say something that wasn't coming to mind, and also to pant for air seeing as you'd been rather... occupied.

would he believe you if you said friends just make out sometimes? probably not.

"you- you're-" yuuji raises a shaky, pointing at you both to gesture to what he didn't know how to explain.

he felt like he just walked in on santa claus placing gifts under the christmas tree. or seen bigfoot dash between trees. or caught nobara's roots growing in. this was such an unbelievable sight, his brain was hardly processing.

"you're kissing!" it finally comes out, so loud it stirs you and megumi out of your compromising position.

he quickly removes his hands from under your shirt, tugging down the hem for good measure, and you're scooting back on the countertop to put as much space between you both as you could. anxiously, megumi's running his hands through his hair to make it look as untouched as possible. it was all in vain, your nervous movements to make it seem like yuuji hadn't caught anything, because he most certainly had.

"we- we were just-" you start, but look to megumi for help.

"yeah- we- i mean- nothing- well-" he tries to help you finish an excuse but you're both gaping at each other and shaking your heads, not knowing what you could say to make yuuji forget what he saw.

megumi sighs.

you give your friend a wince of a smile.

"any chance you won't tell everyone?"

yuuji simply shakes his head, his expression unwavering.

didn't think so, you thought.

"no one will believe you" megumi tries, but yuuji shrugs.

"i dunno. you have a hickey" yuuji replies, calmly, as though in a state of shock.

megumi's hand smacks over his neck before he's turning to glare at you. however, realizing there was no coming back from this, you burst into a fit of giggles, much to his dismay.

"a hickey?" he hisses in annoyance. "what are you, fifteen?"

"what!? you liked it!" you say through your giggles.

with your mini argument taking place, yuuji had plenty of time to race off towards the dorms to wake up nobara first. then they would certainly call their sensei to deliver the news. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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Hello! I love how you write and neeeed someone to steddie-fy this plssss

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM6CptSbP/

ooooh delicious

also this gives me a chance to do a teeny bit of frat!steve that erryone's goin crazy for rite now

Eddie had come a long way from rolling his eyes at his frat brat of a roommate. He'd seen Steve on that first day with his backwards baseball cap and had been ready to write him off. But after only one semester, he'd become totally smitten. In a platonic way, of course.

Steve always texted ahead if his frat brothers would be in the dorm so that Eddie could decide if he wanted to be around that energy. Whatever mess they might've made, Steve always cleaned up. When Eddie was up late studying or working on a hobby, he could hear Steve creeping in like a mouse, respectful of his roommate's night owl tendencies.

Sometimes Eddie had friends over, and Steve was always offering drinks or snacks, playing the part of hospitable host.

And dare he say it? The man was funny. Charming even. To the point that when the semester ended and Steve asked if he wanted to be roommates again, Eddie accepted without a second thought.

Which brings him to the problem he had today.

Now, Eddie himself was pretty free with his emotions. He didn't hold things close to the chest, especially after getting to know someone. So he was no stranger to physical shows, even among his guy friends. He'd hold their hands, hug them close. Even tease them with the promise of a kiss ("Jeff, my man, I could kiss ya!").

But that last thing was a line he never crossed. Kisses were a little too much for surface affection, in his opinion. And as much as he liked Steve and his company, they were just friends. So why was Steve kissing him all the time.

Well, not all the time. Just when Eddie was asleep. Thanks to his late nights, Eddie would sometimes nap during the day. Usually in his own room, but sometimes on the couch. And sometimes when he was on the couch, not yet asleep but down for the count, he would hear Steve's familiar footsteps, and feel an unfamiliar set of lips brush against his forehead. Once Eddie realized what was happening, he first wondered how long Steve had been doing this. Then he wondered why he got butterflies in his stomach.

Honestly, he was surprised that Steve hadn't caught on that he had caught on. Eddie was fidgety by nature and even though he tried to rein it in, he was sure some of his twitchiness had to show whenever Steve gave him those little kisses.

Even so, Steve just went on with his every day routine. Acting like he wasn't giving Eddie a smooch like every other day. Actually, it was getting close to every day now. At least once a day, Eddie found the time to get on the couch in their living room and close his eyes and pretend to be asleep. Sure he could just tell Steve not to kiss him anymore, but he didn't wanna embarrass the guy. Plus, the butterflies.

Then, one day, while Eddie was having one of his pretend naps, he heard Steve come in with someone else.

"Is this the guy?", the friend whispered. It was a male voice so it was probably someone from his frat.

"Yeah", Steve said, just as quietly but with a dreamy tint to his voice.

"And you still haven't asked him out yet?"

"I want to. But he's-you know." Steve's voice was so much closer. Like he was crouching next to the couch.

"He's what?"

Then Eddie felt Steve playing with his hair. "He's so out of my league. He's the president of his club, has his own band, our Lit teacher loves him. Aaand he got here on a full academic scholarship."

"Then you gotta shoot your shot before someone else grabs him."

Steve sighed. "Let's just get the stuff and go."

They left and Eddie was filled with determination. Steve wanted to ask him out. Steve thought he was amazing. Steve thought that he was out of his league. The butterflies in his stomach were gone now and replaced with ants in his pants. Probably not the best analogy but it worked for now. Because in this moment, he actually had to go to sleep and be ready to wake up early.

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Even after a night of drinking, Steve stayed true to his routine and would set an alarm to get up for a quick morning jog. If he was truly hungover, he'd take it easy and shorten the run but all in all, he never missed it. And he never missed an alarm. But today, instead of waking up to the sound of his playlist on shuffle, he felt something soft and tender touch his forehead.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty."

Steve's eyes popped open to see Eddie hover, haloed by the sun rising. "Wha?"

"I wanted to return the favor, but unfortunately you get up at the ass-crack of dawn."

"Return the...?"

"By my count, I've got a huge backlog of kisses to make up for", Eddie grinned, then leaned in to give him another, this time on the cheek.

Steve's cheeks pinkened and he had the nerve to look bashful and Eddie just had to kiss the other cheek.

"How long have you known?", Steve asked, pulling the cover over his face.

"About a month. How long have you been doing it?", Eddie asked.

Steve let out a groan and Eddie didn't know if that meant he'd been doing it for longer or if Eddie found out right away. Whatever the case, it was all out in the open now.

"You gonna show me your cute face so I can keep kissing it?"

Steve slowly peeked over the blanket, only showing his eyes. "....Only if you kiss all of it."

Eddie spent the better part of the morning, kissing every inch of Steve's face, teasing him for as long as he could before finally planting one on his lips.

[decentwinter]

I'm being STALKED.

Some of my mutuals are so quick to interact with my posts it scares me

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Heya! If you are doing requests then may I request Nagito x Junko's little sister reader? I think it'd be fun!

This sounds a lot like a series I started last month so I'll just continue with the same story line 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Third Enoshima | Yandere Nagito Komaeda

“What an honor! To be in the presence of such overwhelming hope!’

Before the killing game, you float around between the classes 

Considering most if not all of your education was condensed into a single-person course

Somehow organized by your guardians

One of the many students you got to know was Nagito

The wide-eyed oddly degrading friend who seemed to put everyone on a pedestal

Especially you

His behavior reminds you far too often of your sisters 

Only his obsession doesn’t even pretend to be platonic

“Oh my ultimate hope! Would you like to join me for lunch today? I happen to be graced with the perfect table for us to sit at!”

“This…just looks like a candle lit dinner.”

“My luck is is as unpredictable as ever.”

And always for his benefit

You don’t mind since your used to obsessive people your sisters

You do not condone the way he treats the honor students

Often scolding you when he interrupts you trying to hang out with them

“Not cool Nagito! You can’t just say that to people!”

“Forgive me for being so forward but would you put a deity on the level of maggots?”

When he’s finally effected by despair

It doesn’t get much better

On the command of Kamakura and Junko’s final message he’s one of your most adamant pursuers

“Oh (Y/n) the Seed of Despair! The silent flame of the fire that will bring despair to all! I will do right by Junko’s name and make sure you breed the Despair you were born to!”

It’s likely Munakata and the Hope Foundation uses you as bait to lure him

And he’s absolutely insane 

Losing his composure at the mere sight of you

Drooling

Scratching at the glass and metal crate

Smooching his face against the class

Humping the glass

Granted it’s just a hologram because according to Munakata–”Filth doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near diamonds even if for the fate of the world.”

After his treatment though, it’s believed that you because you’re now closely affiliated with the Hope Foundation will never see or hear from him again

You quickly proved wrong when a secret message and video file pops up on your private tablet

“I’m wishing you the best with your new life, (Y/n). I know those days we used to know each other are long since past and you are happily settled with the Future foundation. But as I’m learning to value myself more I’m also paying heed to what I want and what my friends want–”

You immediately try to record 

Pressing frantically as the button doesn’t seem to work

You go for your phone

“Don’t try to record this. It won’t actually compute the image on your screen. That being said I mean no harm, when I say we think you belong with us. We know how much pain we’ve brought the world. But I see no problem with preserving hope and if the Foundation can’t keep us away then they clearly aren’t the best fit for the job."

You get up, planning to run directly to Munakata

Only to find your tablet begin to overheat as the video message fizzles out

“My hope! My (Y/n)! We’ll be reunited soon. I can only count the minutes before we can spend our days together! Forever!”