#ugh i love himmmmmm

[kentofic]

nanami x afab reader - soft somnophilia imagine (18+ mdni)

i feel like it would take 5-10 business days to convince nanami to try somno with you, but all the begging would be so worth it when he gives in.

waking slightly to the thick stretch of his cock in your cunt, your mind hazy as pleasure seeps through your nerves like honey—slower than when you’re fully awake. nanami would be shocked at how especially delicious you feel wrapped around him, your body warm and pliant with sleep. utterly vulnerable and in his tender care.

he’d hold you close and let you make soft, sleepy sounds of pleasure as he fucks into you nice and slow. he’s not in any hurry. he wants to savor it. he’d rock into you at a languid pace, pressing deep and grinding his hips into yours. seeking your warmth, reveling in how soft and wet and willing you are while half asleep.

his heart would be full to bursting at how you trust him to love you like this—to pull pleasure from your body when your mind is still far away, clinging to the dregs of sleep. he’d leave soft kisses on your face and neck, murmuring praise about how good you are for him, how well you’re taking him.

and when you finally come around him, he’d shudder and quickly follow you, spilling himself into your wet heat. then he’d smooth your hair back as your sleepy eyes flutter open to meet his. he’d tell you good morning, his voice raspy and gentle and thick with affection. he loves you so dearly. it shows in the soft smile that plays on his lips before he leans in to give you a sweet morning kiss.

[junespriince]

I'm so normal about him, I'm so normal about him, I'm so normal about him, I'm so normal about him, I'm so normal about him, I'm so normal about hi-

[inkykeiji]

my brain decided to remind me of that rockstar!touya thing you brought up a while back and i’m once again pissed that i didn’t take his virginity (AND ON TOP OF THAT HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO BIRTH A CHILD BEFORE MEETING ME??? ABSOLUTELY NOT) so yeah i’m angrily eating my goldfish crackers and pretending it didn’t happen

- very very jealous 🌿 anon

herb bb!!! HAHAHA oh my gosh, yes yes yes rockstar dabi is still in the works, sitting buried in my documents </3 i’m so torn between posting it here as a fic versus publishing it as an original novella (i love the story very much, it’s very personal to me) >.<

anyway he’d find it SO cute that you’re feeling this way <3 it’d make him all giddy to know that you feel this strongly about it, that you care about him this much, that you want him this bad <3 it really stokes his ego, and he most definitely teases you about it, all playful and patronizing—yet his voice is soft, usually sharp edges dulled with love, and he’s nuzzling into your neck and licking along the line of your jaw as he promises that he wishes it was you, the confession sealed into your skin with sloppy kisses <3

[recareels]

Please listen, listen listen... Alhaitham putting his noise-cancelling headphones on a reader that feels overwhelmed and overstimulated in a crowdy noisy place, holding her hand, and shushing her

oh my goshhhhh anon please this is actually the cutest thing i’ve ever heard!!!!!! especially since those headphones are very clearly important to him and he won’t just share them with anyone��you’ve got to be someone genuinely remarkable to achieve that; someone he sincerely cares about (i headcanon him to have ocd-like tendencies when it comes to his stuff; like he’s very particular about these types of things and who is allowed to touch them, when and why etc)—so that fact alone adds another layer of sweet sentimentality to the action <3 but oh my GOSH i am gushing waaaah just the thought makes me feel so warm and comforted and calm 🥺🥺🥺

[stunie]

i think @the-original-skipps & @suosteacup & @suosgirl <33 🥹

— 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 ౨ৎ

suo hayato x f!reader. 1.9k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ mentions of assault ﾉ reader is called a derogatory name ( not by suo ) ﾉ a wee bit of fighting ﾉ savior suo :3 ﾉ eventual fluff!

“like i told you just now and countless times before, i’m not interested.”

it’s a sunny day, warm but not unbearably hot, though you’re finding it difficult to enjoy the weather with this unfortunately familiar man on your heels. he seems to catch you whenever you’re out walking alone, showering you with sugar-coated compliments and pestering you for a date until you reach your destination—usually too populated for his harassment to go unnoticed. how many “no”s will it take until one finally penetrates this guy’s thick skull?

apparently, today isn’t your lucky day either as the man has no intention of giving up. he slinks up to your side, closer than you’d like him to. the cologne he went heavy on this morning invades your nostrils and the frown you’ve been wearing since he set his sights on you today deepens with the unpleasant scent. “you’re real stubborn, you know. one date isn’t asking a lot.”

you stop in your tracks, a growl of frustration bubbling up from your throat. you’ve tried to let him down easy during all of your prior rejections but the soft approach has proven to be grossly ineffective. with your hands balled up into fists at your sides, you turn to face the man for what you hope is the final time.

“look, no means—” the rest of your sentence catches in your throat following an unexpected shove from the man. your eyes widen in surprise as you're pushed off of the main street into an alley shaded by the buildings surrounding it. “hey!”

the single word is all you’re able to get out before a hand slaps over your mouth to quiet you. you gulp down the nervous lump in your throat, eyes darting wildly in hopes of catching the attention of a passerby or finding an escape route.

“don’t get any ideas,” the man speaks up. he must have taken notice of your frantic gaze, took a guess at what thoughts were racing through your head. he smiles, though the expression is far from kind. it sends a wave of sickness to your stomach. “no one’s going to help you now.”

the threat is a rude awakening. as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right—you can’t rely on anyone to come save you. the realization stabs you with a shot of adrenaline and before you can even register what you’re doing, you jump into action.

you open your mouth and while the sweaty palm against your tongue is disgustingly unpleasant, you force yourself to bite down on the skin. a strangled noise fills the back street and the man yanks his hand away. he shakes it at the wrist, pain written over his face as you spit on the ground in an attempt to get the taste out of your mouth. you aren’t sure whether it was you biting him or the spitting but he levels you with an angry glare. “you bitch!”

you’re willing to ignore the insulting name if it means getting away unharmed but you aren’t able to make a run for it before another voice, one from a bit further away, chimes in. it keeps your feet glued to their spot in the alleyway.

“hey now, that's no way to address a lady.” you take a chance to peek around the body in front of you to get a good look at the source of the voice—a man with an eyepatch standing with his hands folded politely behind his back. despite the situation, a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “didn’t anyone in your life ever teach you proper manners?”

the man—the one who pushed you down here—turns around to face the new one. you can’t see either of their faces now but you’re willing to bet that the one who just approached is still smiling and that your assaulter is not returning the gesture. “who the hell are you? mind your business and get out of here.”

“i don’t think i can do that. after all…” the mysterious man tilts his head to the side, turning his focus to you. the intense look lingering in that chocolate cherry iris of his sends a chill down your spine. you feel like you’ve seen it—seen him—before. “you don’t want to be here, do you?”

you shake your head. “no.”

for the first time in a long time, the word seems to register as a complete sentence. “you heard her. we’ll be leaving, then.”

the man with the eyepatch holds a hand out in front of him, presumably for you to take. even the thought of walking past the other to get to him makes your fingers tremble. he doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go either.

“i told you, this is none of your business!”

the hand with the imprint of your teeth embedded in its palm quickly balls up in a fist and is raised as the man charges at the other. you helplessly hold your breath, watching the man who came to your aid stand still in his spot as if he couldn’t sense the impending danger of a fist flying at him. you’re almost sure it’s going to connect with his cheek when cooly moves to the side to dodge, a hand coming up to take a hold of the attacker's wrist.

in the blink of an eye, the predator becomes prey, his arm uncomfortably and forcibly folded behind his back. he yelps in pain or perhaps surprise at the change in dynamic, another identical sound snatched from his throat when he’s pushed against the brick wall. with a building on one side and the mystery man restraining him on the other, there’s nowhere he can go.

you can’t help but stand still in shock having witnessed what you just did. he moved at the speed of light and didn’t break a sweat while doing so. seeing him in action jogs your memory, allows you to recall all of the snippets of seemingly insignificant small talk and conversations you’d happen to overhear. you’ve heard of this man before, seen him walking the streets, and now you’re finally able to put a name to the face. he’s suo hayato.

though, the most surprising aspect of everything unfolding before you is how quickly the kindness drained from the man’s face, replaced by an expression much more serious, one that made it seem as though all the kindness he had to give had been expended. the smile he once wore is nowhere to be found and the gaze that had encouraged you only moments ago has hardened, turning from compassionate to merciless in just a matter of seconds.

“ow! get off—you’re going to break my arm!”

“oh? does it hurt?” suo asks. despite the nature of the question, there’s no true concern in his voice and he makes no effort to let up on his grip. “no more than you planned on hurting that girl, i’m sure.”

realization flashes in the man’s eyes—realization that he would have been better off letting you leave earlier, better off having not bothered you at all. any resolve he had bleeds away with his current position and suo’s words. “hey, man. i-i’m sorry.”

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

face still pressed against the rough bricks, the man’s eyes dart over to you. they’re frantic and filled with desperation, a stark contrast from the look in them when he thought he had you to himself. “i’m sorry. it won’t happen again—ever. i swear.”

the apology flies past his lips but you’re sure the only weight it holds is fear. still, if it means having him off your back, you don’t mind that the “sorry” is born from dread. you don’t accept it but you nod in understanding.

that seems to be enough for suo. with one hand on the man’s shoulder and the other still holding his arm behind his back, suo yanks the man away from the building. before suo lets him go, he leaves the man with a parting message. “keep your distance if you know what’s good for you.”

and with that, suo shoves the man out of the alleyway. he struggles to find his balance but as soon as he does, the man scrambles away and out of sight, leaving the two of you alone on the shaded side street.

separated from the bustle of the main road, a silence blankets the two of you. suo wipes his hands on his linen-clad thighs and your fingers awkwardly play with the hem of your shirt. 

“i’m sorry you had to see that,” suo speaks up, a smile returning to his lips. “are you okay? you aren’t hurt at all, are you?”

“i’m fine. thank you—for everything.” 

you offer him a bow in a show of your gratitude but he waves his hands and chuckles, his eye crinkling at the corner with his widening smile. “it was no problem, really.”

how humble, you think. you can’t say with certainty what would have happened if he didn’t show up when he did. a simple “thank you” is the least you can give him considering how he came to your rescue. though, it seems like even that is excessive in suo’s eyes.

“are you heading somewhere?” he asks. “i can walk with you, if you’d like.”

you highly doubt that man will be trying anything again and you’re sure suo thinks the same. he must sense that you’re still shaken up by the unsavory encounter and is offering to get you to your next destination with a little peace of mind.

“sure.” you nod. “i’m going to the cafe down the road.”

“after you, then.” he sweeps his arm out in a gesture for you to take the lead.

you step out of the alley and the sun’s rays beam down on you, warming your skin and restoring the calmness the day had met you with. suo’s presence beside you is a secure one, like a blanket you can snuggle into during a storm. the ease you feel around him can be attributed to the easy smile he seems to always wear.

well, almost always.

“i thought you were the nice one…” you mumble to yourself.

“what was that?” he asks, confusion swimming in the eye that stares at you.

“sorry!” you hadn’t meant for him to hear that. thinking out loud, you suppose. “it’s just that, i think i’ve heard of you before. your name is suo, right?”

he nods. “seems like i forgot to introduce myself. suo hayato.”

then it is him, you aren’t mistaken. most of the things you’ve heard about him hold true—the eyepatch, the smile, his fighting abilities. people must have left out the part you witnessed back there—how the gentleman next to you could turn into someone so unforgiving in the blink of an eye.

though, it’s because of that switch that you’ve found yourself safe and sound. suo’s been nothing but kind to you and you think that’s deserving of proper thanks.

“suo, are you busy at the moment?” you ask him, voice laced with hope.

“no.” a soft smile accompanies his answer but you can tell that your unexpected question has led to some curiosity. “why?”

you stop and turn to him, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. “would you like to join me for tea? my treat.”

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[senju-tobinyama]

Tobirama, the prettiest slut ever seen

[kulemii]

hey whats up i just felt like coming in and saying I ship you and Nishiki like so much. I have thought of this a lot and if its alright w u i will always be cheering you guys on even if it annoys the hell out of Nishiki i will always be like :) when i see you guys

hi🧚‍♀️👸💍🐉

iiiiii love you hahaha. you've always been a big nishiki and me supporter tho. even with you and him beefing with each other hahaha. im so glad you two can put your differences aside so that we can all double date every once in a while <3

you know, every now and then i think about that project... ugh, the nishiki/me beach scene. the pining was great BUT UGH. every time i read it i want himmmmmm and i just ahhhhhhh-- it should've ended in a kiss❗❗ if i could go back in time, i think i would rewrite the marriage and instead, nish or aizawa would be my husband and majima would've been my "it's complicated".

majima would've driven us and aizawa would've in okinawa with you, me, nish, kiryu and akiyama-- or maybe not. hm, maybe he'd be too scorned since he's not a main guy anymore LMAO. he was so possessive. do you remember that? i don't know if he'd have wanted to participate now that i think about it. but anyway, nish and aizawa is so much more fun together than majima and nish. all they did was bitch at each other 💀

like masa and nish bitch at each other but at least they have layers about it!

[night-triumphantt]

AM SCREAMING

Biker boy I love u 🫶🫶

@night-triumphantt

[everynya]

dont look at me rn

i reread my own stuff when i need inspo and i dont wanna rb that post again but UGH PLEASE I ACTUALLY STILL ADORE THIS FIC. I ADORE HIMMMMMM BLAAAHHH.

i love how bad they are at kissing. i love how much i write them kissing in other works ive made despite the fact the two of them kissing is like. the most vulnerable and rare thing they could do and ever do rlly. as much as i write i think that realistically these two dont rlly kiss much at all but when they do its too full of emotions and its hard to let go

i think hes just the chara i like writing for most… this fic was a lil ooc but i just cant help explore his shame in the idea of falling in love and even more with someone hes not supposed to. kuzu is a yakuza and hes supposed to be firm and strong and intimidating…he doesnt realize how tenderhearted he is and you really see it in his loyalty and how stubborn he can be

guy who is too scared to get tattoos. guy who scolds you for driving without a license. guy who makes sure everyone is taking care of themselves. guy who would lay his life for anyone who he sees apart of himself in. then he acts all stubborn. i will always grasp that there are parts of kuzu where it is hard to forget hes a yakuza, you shouldnt. he still strictly follows the ideals while also being unable to fully commit and feeling bad for it in a sense? despite how we dont see anyone really putting any pressure on him?

he still does things but he also is a bit of bark and no bite. love how easily flustered he gets if u push him enough lawl

dont get me started on nathair. he wants to allow kuzu the space to be himself, without what defines him. he doesnt think that kuzu is some softie but that hes a human too. also its reaaally funny to have an anxious attorney fall for a snappy yakuza. BUT THEYRE BOTH AWKWARD AND ITS EPIC!!!!!!

this made no sense. whatevah. im tryin to write stuff for the prompts but i keep being silly

[euphraisette]

Azelma: Oooh you liiiiiiike himmmmmm

Èponine: Shut up I’m going to find Gavroche

Gavroche: Oh hey, look over there, it’s that boy you’re in LOVE with

Èponine: I don’t need this I’m going to see Montparnasse

Montparnasse: So what’s this I hear about this new flame of yours

Èponine: It’s NOTHING ugh I’m going home

Thènardier: I need you to go ask that boy you’re sweet on for rent money again

Èponine: Where is everyone GETTING this from

Marius: Hey Èponine do you have a c—

Èponine: HAHA NO OF COURSE NOT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT GOODBYE

Marius: …Maybe the landlady has a candle I could borrow

god there is nothing i love more in this world than marius being the literal only person in the world who doesn't know about eponine's crush on him

[horrorscoutblog]

Scout you know it's not normal to be into the idea of your boyfriend eating you right???

eh? it's not? but he so happy when he bites me!!! his tail starts wagging and he has this happy look in his eyes!!! UGH I LOVE HIMMMMMM!!!

[accidental-spice]

@dragonanne I have finished The Killing Thought, and I have Many Thoughts

Guys, I HIGHLY recommend this book, it's so good

(Spoilers under the cut)

Lune is SO delightful to me. I love her pouch of throwing knives, and I love her snark, and I love her political skill. I also love how you showed her being upset about killing Zezri, that was a good addition! But stars, was that bit INTENSE!!

Kenneth seems like a darling, and so did Dake. I love them

Gardzrin is an EXCELLENT villain. I loved the epilogue, and how it showed his dynamic woth his siblings some more, y'know? He's very interesting and also I hate his guts

Gabryl, I still love SO much. I adored the part when he escorted Aril into the ball to keep her away from Gardzrin, it was so sweet

Speaking of loving, I ADORE Captain Torin and Lady Vaulus, they're so fun. I loved Lady Vaulus shipping Cam and Korthi, it delighted me. (Speaking of, I also highkey ship those two as well. Korthi and Cam, to clarify. Obviously I do not ship Torin and Lady Vaulus) Through the whole book, I kept having to be like, self, stop getting attached to these two, they could be TRAITORS. This did not go well, because I love them. Luckily, they didn't betray anyone, so we're good!!

Ugh, speaking of traitors, Lord Vazet??? How COULD he??? I KNEW he was suspicious, though, when he was all, I must, uhhhhh, go attend to something.... not traitor stuff I MEAN WHAT (Okay, he was actually a lot more subtle than that, I just noticed cause I was PARANOID, but I think I'm funny. So)

Matsen. I love him. So much. He's snarky, and loyal, and FASCINATING. I cannot WAIT to learn more about him!!

Your illustrations are GORGEOUS. The one of Cam holding Korthi when she was breaking down over Ferthe (FERTHE MY BELOVED HOW COULD YOU KILL HIMMMMMM) hit me RIGHT in the feels. So did the one of Gabryl hugging Lune. You evoke emotions QUITE well through your art! And I loves seeing those illustrations, because while they're not the exact same as my art by any means, they're similar enough that it gave me hope that I could illustrate a book someday!! So, y'know, thanks!!

To wrap it up, I ADORED this book. The characters were SO great, the plot was fascinating, and the world building was EXCELLENT!!!! I was utterly DELIGHTED by it!! 10/10, would and will recommend!!

[izvmimi]

tanjiro healing everyone by being himself fajklds;fjasdf ugh i love himmmmmm

[bugeyedfreaks]

About your ppgxrrb post, as someone who’s in the shipdom for years but now only like it because of certain famous fic, I agree.

Pretty sure some of the shippers would agree with it too but a lot of them are excusing their toxic behaviors as just the boys being toddlers + doesn’t know any better since most of the fics takes place when they’re teenagers/older. I disagree with the whole “they’re kids they don’t know any better” excuse cause they’re fictional characters and they’re just born bad/evil, and its not that deep

…I ended up writing a whole lot and I’m gonna cut it just so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash with my Deep PPG/RRB Opinions. 😆

Yeah, ugh, it wouldn’t bring me down so much if what you said wasn’t such a prevalent line of thought, but if there are some shippers who would agree with what I wrote before… I don’t understand what would compel them to ship the characters in the first place! I can’t understand it! I’m not saying, “You’re a bad fan/person if you ship [XYZ]!” I know people who genuinely love the original PPG series, people who I also genuinely love and cherish and think are amazing and wonderful and yet… they ship it, to my constant confusion. For years and years. 😂 I’ve even read that one fic and… I swear, I tried, I wanted to like it, I was told it was written true to the show and I Wanted To Believe… but how can the main premise be “true to the show” when it’s already 100% antithetical to who the characters are in canon in the first place? I sadly could not enjoy it. Like I said in my post, they would never be the redeemable bad boys because they’re literally pure evil. And I get suspension of belief in fan creations, I understand that fanfic is people’s way of… I dunno, indulging their fantasies in their favorite media or whatever, and I’m not vilifying anyone for daring to commit the ~atrocious~ sin of… wanting their faves to find true love. 🤣 …but what’s the point if the characters you write just turn out to be shells of how they actually act? At that point you should just go for it and make up your own original characters. Embrace the cringe!

A while ago I got really inspired and wanted to write a PPG fanfic for the first time in a million years, and since most of the story in my head included the villains in a large way, I felt kind of forced to try to add the boys (because, speaking of things that get me down, you will never get any substantial visibility on AO3 or whatever if you don’t at least include them in the tags, no matter how creative or novel your fanfic may possibly be) so I started thinking about this whole idea of how they’d really act towards the girls all grown up. I never wrote down anything substantial because I abandoned the fic, but I came to a general conclusion that 1) Brick would be complaining that the girls weren’t following traditional gender roles (i.e. the ones made up by creeps involving sandwiches and ladies making them in the kitchen for him), 2) Butch would be foaming at the mouth to sex up any girl that moved (wham, bam, thank ya ma’am… his love of carnage and leave ‘em for dead mentality would get reflected in his mixed up hormones in the worst possible way), and 3) Boomer would be the white knight who would complain and cry and eventually flip out Bubblevicious style about why none of the girls were dating himmmmmm and whyyyyy oh my goddddd he was so niiiiice to themmmmm so because of that THE THOTS MUST PAY! 🤣 They are the examples of “toxic masculinity,” like… true toxic masculinity. They canonically thrive on the toxicity. That’s why attacks against it weaken them! It‘s never suddenly changed their bad behavior for good ever. They could be beaten again and again and, instead of accepting that maybe their worldviews are bad, maybe applying some self-introspection to their awful ways and adopt any sort of good behavior, they would always ultimately double down. In the fic world, they’re grown guys, and they should know better, but it would be against their basic canon nature to want to.

…again, I’m not trying to be a downer on anyone who indulges in it, this is just an explanation of why I really can’t gel with it and just my thought process behind why that is/how I think they’d actually act. The popular depiction of them as ultra hottie bad bois who secretly have true hearts of gold under all the blatant misogyny just feels so untrue to canon to me that suspending my disbelief whenever I see the kajillion fics and fanart out there of them successfully winning the girls’ hearts is… tough.

TL;DR:

[abiiors]

I’ve been dreaming sooo much with Ross lately ugh he’s SUCH A MAN I LOVE HIM ASJSKSKDJAL MY HEART 😭😭😭 i want to have his babies

SO SO REAL!!! he is so man it activates some primal part of my brain and i WANT HIMMMMMM

[trenchcoatsbi]

JOINING THE MISS MY BOYFRIEND PILE

aaaaaaa ive loved scar and WHATEVER his new life was for three lives straight and now this one!!!!! LEMME FIND HIMMMMMM-q!pac (grian kinshift)

YEAH join us!!! ugh I miss so many people

this is homophobic and transphobic and me-phobic i want my people back :(