#when you fart too hard 💔

[lynn-707]

Introduction 2 Lynn’s Account

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Hi, I’m Lynn. They/She prouns. I like spooky stuff, and I’m also taken, el oh el. Multifandom user moment who likes to draw, but also write. I tried to make this account as neat as possible, but honestly, I’ve given up on being organized, so, yah.

I like to art, and did I mention write? Depending on my mood, I can draw something full-on rendered, or make a silly little doodle that you can barely tell what’s going on. Most of my writing is going to be really dark, because why shouldn’t it? Too much “fluff,” and “smut” around here.

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Sum up:

My name is Lynn.

I’m 15 years old as of now.

They/She.

Someone’s gf.

Multifandom user.

Artists, and writer.

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[fawnsflowerbed]

could i request for a one-shot with post-RE6/vendetta leon falling in love with his next-door neighbor, the reader? as much as i love young RE2 and RE4 leon, there’s something about him all grown up in the later installments that’s so 🫣

let’s face it, he’s been through a LOT. leon probably isn’t sure if his life has stayed the same (fighting bioterrorism day in and day out, his situationship with ada never becoming anything substantial even after so many years), or if it keeps changing too quickly and rapidly for him to handle (the enemies he deals with getting more and more formidable, and maybe the abrupt end of his situationship 💔). so when the reader comes into his life when they move in next door, they’re like a breath of fresh air to him.

they bake him cookies, don’t treat him any differently when they find out who he is and what he does for a living, and everything else they do just… makes him feel normal. he’s scared to admit his feelings (because he’s an emotionally constipated old fart boo 👎 /J), but when he and the reader start dating, for the first time, he feels like he has a home. it’s not his or the reader’s actual adjacent residences, but it’s the reader. they’re his home.

I adored this req so much I just HAD to make it a series!!

Series Masterlist here!!

Home is More Than Four Walls

Leon's life has been nothing short of hell. He thought he deserved nothing more than that after every mistake he'd made. Until someone new moved in.

Warnings/content: Fem reader, 2nd person (you/yours), Vendetta Leon, references to alcoholism, depression, addiction, and potential suicidal undertones so please read with care.

Word count: 2,225

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Leon had gotten far too comfortable with change.

He’d found a melancholy bliss that left him always prepared for shit to go wrong. He’d been stuck like that ever since Tatchi, ever since he felt the immense weight of his actions and their consequences. The weight of a thousand lives lost thanks to his negligence. And it only worsened after he lost his unit a year ago, only to then kill them off once they turned. People he’d bonded with that he then had to murder. He could still feel the blood on his hands no matter how hard he scrubbed. There was a reason Chris had originally found him drinking himself to death. Then there was New York, the whole ordeal having him wonder one thing.

When would this end? It had gotten to the point where it was bordering on insanity. If he kept going like this he’d likely end up getting shipped off to rehab. Sleepless nights filled with lifeless eyes staring dead into him, moments of quiet solemness as he mourned lives and relationships lost. Mourned his younger self, the rookie with no clue of what awaited him in Raccoon City. But not in a respectful way with a mental funeral, laying the young man down in a cleaned coffin and lowering him into a bed of lillies. It was more like tossing a corpse to the side and moving on. The years of constant fighting only for nothing to change had turned him cold. That boy with a sense of hope and pride, that boy who became a police officer to repay the service that had saved him when he was a child - that boy was gone. It had been replaced by the shell of a man with a gun forced into his hand. Before he’d even known it he was born and bred to be the DSO’s soulless weapon. Like a brainless zombie, they lined his gun up with the target and yelled at him to shoot.

So he did. Time after time. Year after year. No time for personal affairs, no time for hobbies or outside activities. No time for what made him human. 

Maybe that was why Ada had left him.

Ada, the woman on the run who’d appeared out of nowhere only to disappear once more. The one he’d been chasing after for too many years to count, who he defended during Tall Oaks and risked his life for. The one who was no longer keeping score on how many times they’d saved each other.

 The one who’d called it quits on him.

He remembered it so clearly. That miniscule glint of pain behind her professional gaze like a spinel hidden among the rocks, that of a mercenary staring down the sight of a crossbow with perfect aim. The way she stuck out her hand to shake as if it had all been some type of business partnership. Nothing more than looking out for someone to gain something. A lead, a life saved, a death quickened. It was all a ploy to her.

Leon wasn’t one to beg, he hadn’t been for quite some time. He was persistent, sure, but not to the point where he felt like he was grovelling.

He was ready to drop to his knees when Ada told him they couldn’t keep going the way they were. That they were only putting each other in danger. After a constant sprint towards her, it all came to a harsh halt. It was like his heart had been stomped on repeatedly, a sharp high heel straight through his ribcage. He would’ve rather she’d shot him. It would’ve hurt less.

But luckily he was good at masking it. So when she broke the news to him, he just gave her a stiff nod and shook her hand. As she made her exit, he had to hold back everything telling him to bolt into the nearest building to sob to himself for the first time in years. To blame himself for the fourth time that day. He wasn’t usually an emotional person, not when it came to crying. Leon Kennedy never cried, and he prided himself on that. But Ada brought out the worst in him. The worst and the best.

The months blended together after that moment. A bland concoction of aimless meetings chased down with long droning lectures on his behaviour. He was erratic, he was impulsive and most importantly he was too distracted to focus on anything other than that grey spot seeped into his brain. No one could blame him though, those who’d heard of their situationship ending seemed to pity him. He didn’t want their pity. Not for that or for his countless failures. 

Routine health check results had forced him to move away from his work at the DSO for a few months. His heartbeat was too quick, his stress levels unhealthy and his jumpy reactions to so much as thunder had him listed as a person of concern. A person who had to be forced to take a break, to leave and get out of town.

So that’s exactly what he did.

But Leon knew nothing of his life without some sort of mission, some kind of drive for a success or cure for some terrorising sickness that plagued his conscience the same way it did the human body. He was built on trauma, on the need to do something with his life for the greater good. But all of that had been stripped away from him, leaving behind a scared 20 year old stuck in a grizzled, battered body.

He’d packed up his stuff and moved out of town to a small area just outside of the city, where no one asked questions and rarely even spoke to one another. He was away from it all, yet still felt so close. He was incredibly on edge as if at any time the bored looking man across the street by the name of Mr. Danvers would burst into a pale skinned, veiny creature that he’d have to kill off. Or maybe Miss Lampkin had secretly followed him from the DSO to assassinate him, forcing him to eliminate her in self defence. Another person shipped off in a body bag courtesy of Leon Scott Kennedy.

But the question still stood clear as day in his mind amongst the hustle and bustle of dread. Was he willing to fight it back anymore?

He didn’t feel good about himself if it weren’t all that obvious. If he wasn’t drowning every issue in a bottle of bourbon, he was sinking into his own self loathing. Avoiding any issue he could, dodging any problem that couldn’t be easily solved. He closed his heart off with walls stacked tall made from reinforced steel. 

That’s why he fit in so perfectly where he was. Another husk in a greyed community, just like everyone else.

Until you came along.

“Thanks guys!”

The sound of someone so cheerful, so welcoming in his community drenched in monotone shades that it genuinely stunned him. It stopped him in his tracks on his way to the front door, just as he went to check the mail. Leon cursed his own curiosity as he felt his eyes drifting instinctively to the window facing the commotion. The outcome of this was completely unknown, for all he knew he was about to face just another grump masking their snarl with a soft smile. A form of customer service, if anything. Scolding his timing, he knew he’d otherwise forget to collect his mail for the next few days in case another blur hit him. So he slipped on a pair of older shoes, buried his pride for looking like an absolute mess and made his way out into the sun.

As soon as the chirpy voice broke through the silence of the street, Leon was turning to see where it came from. It seemed impossible for someone so cheerful to live in such close proximity.

“Oh let me help you with that. I’ll take it.”

Surely it was his imagination. He must have been slipping into some type of manic state of auditory hallucinations, because no one had ever sounded that happy to be there.

Yet there you stood, a bright welcoming smile that put the sun to shame as you helped the movers bring your stuff into the house with a grateful nod. With softened eyes and a sparkling personality he could see from a mile away. Freshly cleaned sneakers - as if trying to make a good impression with your new neighbours -sensible yet comfortable jeans, a shirt a size too big for you as you took whatever you could to try and make their lives easier despite that being their job.

Leon let out a quick exhale of amusement, closing up his mailbox to walk back down the cement of his walkway. He genuinely found it funny for someone like you to move in.

You were a drastic difference to the rest of the neighbourhood, most of which were grumps or quiet assholes who refused to interact within the community. Those who chose to drink with themselves as comfort in complete silence. Which would explain why Leon was there after everything he’d been through.

You were far too bright to be in a place like this. A yellow daisy growing through a crack in the concrete.

He was just waiting for the reality of the situation to settle into you. For you to realise you’d just signed your life away for a world of misery. Unfortunately he knew it was likely. This part of the city was going to break your spirit at some point, he could feel it in his bones.

In some sad way he could already see that younger version of himself like you. Someone grown and watered with pride and meaning, a fate sealed for something better than a normal life. 

He was waiting for your own Raccoon City incident to happen, and he could practically feel it impending. He could already hear the thundering footsteps of a Tyrant.

But he chose not to dwell on it, instead closing the door behind him to slip his shoes off and go back to his usual routine. Check over files, throw a meal into the microwave, send through overdue reports, and try to avoid the calls he could hear coming from that specific part of his fridge. Calls from chilled alcohol. Calls from the crate he had sitting at the bottom of the pantry.

Leon had been trying his best to kick the harmful habit of drinking whenever things got too tough to handle. When the buzzing in his head grew to an excruciating screech. When he could hear the echoing cries of the people he left behind. Heard the crack of bones under his hands. He wasn’t a good person, some miniscule part of him knew that, and one day he’d have to wake up and realise that voice is right. 

Or at least that’s what he thought. 

Before he knew it, it was nighttime. Deep into nighttime, to the point where he should’ve had dinner hours ago but still had yet to touch the microwaved lunch he’d tossed in. Despite his wealth, Leon found it humbling to live in a small suburbia like this one, it kept him sane. No long empty hallways. No ghosts sitting in the dining room. 

He never wanted to flaunt that part of his life, there was no need to. It would only earn him unwanted attention and that was the last thing he needed at a time like this one. He was already sabotaging himself, he didn’t need to drag others down with him as well.

That blur was hitting him again, and no amount of garbage bags and boxes being moved out onto the curb could snap him out of it. Shit, how did he end up out here? Sky full of faded stars, light from the old streetlamp’s light casting the street in a softened orange tone. How long had he been on autopilot, a walking corpse of programmed answers and tasks? Was he nothing more than a machine?

Was this what his life was destined to be? Pacing back and forth across his overgrown front lawn and the deck he hadn’t bothered to varnish until he was accepted back into the DSO, the place that helped to rob him of a regular adulthood? What if they didn’t take him back? What if he was here forever, trapped in a suburban purgatory?

He needed to come back, to take control of his feet with each pad across the walkway back to his house as if he were taking control of his life once more. He couldn’t feel his fingers despite moving them. Everything seemed fuzzy. It was like he was stuck in a state of paralysis, all of his nerves firing off as if he’d been scorched with hot coals every time a muscle moved. He became far too aware of his breathing, every hoarse huff from months of ashed abuse with a heart pumping far too loud. He could hear it beating through his ears, feel it in the back of his eyes. He was drowning.

Until he heard a frustrated huff followed by something hitting the ground.

[wonyui]

hamster? 🥺 i understand how u feel bro cuz it was the same with me and my cat ㅠㅠ my condolences btw :'') losing beloved pets hits deeper tbh (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

WAH IM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS 💔💕 My condolences(your cat must have been a lovely one) and I agree.. it's the worse when you lose a pet 💔 Although it was somewhat funny because he died from farting too hard??

[sakurayumeno]

tysm! could i request luca, demi, victor, and andrew for butt smacking reactions? 🥰

Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: Not really any fart

A/N: I've decided to merge these three together and do the characters I haven't wrote for in this.

Andrew

I'd say he farts but wouldja still clap that 🤨

Be honest most of ya'll would and I wouldn't be surprised

Ok whether he does or doesn't is up to you lmao

Andrew stutters during his response so much, he's so shaken up. Look at what you've done to him smh. 😒

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-" cue Mario waa

Just shuts up after a while and to be honest I would too. There's so much awkward tension afterward until you're just like "My bad."

His butt is most likely muscular or at least toned. In fact his entire body as well, but his butt especially.

I'm calling Bubble butt and you can't convince me otherwise. He's hiding a whole package under the jacket. 😤

Andrew is a hard no on butt smacking. Nothing and no one can convince him to do so. 1: too shy and out of his comfort zone. 2: ANDREW IS A MAN OF GOD AND WILL NOT SUBJECT HIMSELF TO SUCH SIN.

It's a good way to tease him, but oh God you saw how he was the first time, imagine you doing it around people. Won't even look at you after.

Luca

Bro he just... doesn't react...? You're so f ing confused and just question if you actually did it or not.

Once you do it harder is when he says something.

"Ow, what was that for?" He says while rubbing his butt. Publicly. The confidence he has is astonishing. Or he just has no shame, either or.

I’m sorry... but it has to be said... Luca’s pretty flat. 😔

All he does is sit besides running for his life in the games. He's literally all bone there.

I'm literally heartbroken, his butt has nothing going for it dude. 😭

He’s alright with it for the most part. He may seem indifferent about it at first, but he’ll surprise you post-match with a high-five that drops down to a butt smack.

Luca doesn't really put any force into it at all, he kinda just let's gravity do its thing. So yeah it all depends on how high his hand was before doing so. Best hope you ain't sensitive because hoo boy if he finds out he will do that everytime he smacks it. Nothing too hard of course, 'cause y'know, 'gentleman'. ✨

After that, he’ll only do it if he remembers. Too many things to busy himself with and having a bad memory doesn’t help at all. So if you want him to smack your butt, you have to do it to him first.

Victor

Poor, sweet innocent boy.

He don’t even know butt smacking is a thing tbh.

He would think it were Wick at first until he sees Wick right next to him. If Wick is there then who touched his butt? 🥶

Brain farts for a sec. If Eli didn’t know what was going on, Victor is on a whole new level because he can’t even begin to make sense of what’s even happening.

But like, out of all of the things to do, you chose to smack his butt. Why?? 

The most average butt out there. It's definitely not a bad thing, it could be worse you know. I guess you could say it's firm, but that's really it. I'm still thinkin about Luca's, hence why his butt could be worse. 💔

He’d do it,,, but he feels so dirty doing so. It's too intimate than what he's used to, but if you want he will do it. Anything for you. ❤

Believe me when I say that Victor is awkward with it. Dude really does not know what to do so he just softly pats your ass leaving you like 'wtf??'.

He is not trained in this area do not bully him.

Feel special my guy, those pats are designed for people he loves, now you too can be pet like Wick.

William

LITERALLY THE MOST CHILL LIKE?? 

“Oh hey s/o, somethin’ you need?”

Bro how can he be this laid back about it, that just shows how used to it he is. You are not the first person to have touched his butt. You should feel jealous at that.

MUSCULAR AF and has quite the curves too. It's a given since he's been playing rugby for such a long time, but dang. Also, hard ass. I'm not joking. It's so hard you'd get whiplash.

William has mastered this art ages ago. He is a pro, he knows when to do it, how to do it, and who to do it to. The best subjects; unsuspecting bystanders lmao, perfect jumpscare.

And by mastered it I mean mastered doing it painfullly hard. Hide your ass if you know what's good for you. Ayo but if you want it like that who am I to stop you, know what I mean? 😏

He is aware of how nice his butt is and isn’t afraid to show it. Good butt and for what? Just to flaunt around to be honest. God said it's our turn to have a nice butt, hand it over. 🧍

Okay excuse my hopeless romantic self, but I’d totally think William would do that hand in back pocket sort of thing. IT'S JUST SO CUTE TO ME HHHHHHH 😩

I promise you if you ever do this again, he will find some way to embarrass you. Like when you're about to take your hand away he will pull you back in and say some snarky shit like, "Now where do you think you're going?" and keep your hand there.

[leejungchans]

what if noona wasn’t neomu yeppeo part.2/????

@joshuas @seungcy my lovely noonas that are younger than me (no comment as to which one of us said what)

warning(s): very questionable things, probably shouldn’t read this if you’re under 16

/ = same person ; // = different people

i can’t believe people didn’t choose Illusion as number one mv 🙄🙄 it’s austin’s sexiest song

lightheaded🙏 seeing god

KEEP YPUR CLOTHES ON EVEYRONE

“SOL RIA HELP ME WIPE@MY BUTT PLEASE!!!!!”

i wanna kiss seungkwan in his liver / on his lips isn’t enough

my father is not running over any pedestrians today // we’ll see

my braincell is reviving

BEG FOR ME BY RV IS A SONG YOU NEED TO [redacted] YOUR BOYFIE TO

moisturizing my meat 🥩 / and lotion 😘🥩‼️

i’m [redacted] enuf purr

idk people that are mean to him are anti me bc he’s my entire brand </3

a big slay created the universe / slayed too hard i created planets

your honor / my [redacted] is [redacted] ‼️🥺

shuas back probably hurts sm </3 / from carrying the title of best dilf // FROM CARRYING ALL THE WEIGHT OF BEING SUCH A DILF

I WANT HIM I WANT HIM TO [redacted] ME I WANT HIM TO MAKE ME HIS STUPID [redacted] I WANT—

gurlz moisture their meet

you owe me a [redacted] / COKE

sometimes farts sound so embarrassed / WHY DO THEY ECHO 💔💔💔 / i need a bathroom that’s far away from society

good news is i seem to have gotten over fifty shades so i can write ceo hcs wo cringing again 😻

mothers and feckers of the jury

i’ll shove my cane up your butt // boring

WHAT IF HE THREW ME OFF A CLIFF IN MY DREAM // still cute

guys i showered / please congratulate me

i’m going to [redacted] you

im gonna shred all my clothes into pieces

oh my god it’s a sunday morning / i’m cuteeee / cursed

i don’t want you to have my children???

lucy is like what wikipedia is to a university assignment

i am the master of my own destiny bbbbb

american dream 🇦🇺🦘

how am i supposed to live laugh and love in these conditions

cant believe a pecan got to u before i could

prof ; so what visual aid did u bring / me : myself <3

oi eff u you smelly cant

connecting with my estarlian roots rn

thongs are uncomfortable

me when i accidentally bonked my piano teacher���s poodle on the keys

[heeseongism]

class clown heeseung:

he's a loud dude, always laughing and making others laugh

likes dancing randomly when you're talking to him

knows he's funny and uses that to pick you up because you mentioned about liking funny guys

enjoys hearing your laughs because they make his days brighter

when he sees you sad, heeseung would go out of his ways to make corny jokes so you would smile

"did you fart?"

"what -"

"because you blew me away!"

you know he can sing, but when you hear him sing ugly on purpose, especially on karaoke nights, your stomach aches from laughing too much

"is there a dolphin inside of you?!"

"MAYBE! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

never a dull moment when you're hanging out with heeseung

he's serious when he wants to be, but then being funny is better because seeing you happy makes him happy

a lot of people call heeseung immature, but you call him your comedian boyfriend

"people are just jealous that you'll be putting comedians out of their jobs!"

he thanks you for having his back during tough times and it's hard to see him sad

you kiss his subby simp ass and lets him know he's the best

THIS IS SO ADORABLE SOMEONE HOLD ME 😭😭 I NEED THIS SM

we all know heeseung is goofy asf so theres no way he wasnt the class clown back in school, being in a relationship would be a BLAST literally never a dull moment <33 aaaaa i need a lee heeseung in my life 💔

[sukirichi]

sukirichi: about me, navigation, blog rules

suki x naoya art by @yuusagi-chii thank you bb 🥺💕

ABOUT ME.

suki. she/her. bisexual. 21. infj. scorpio. naoya zen’in stan. i prefer asks over dm’s. 

hash brown enthusiast. struggling pre-med student. always thinking about naoya. debating whether i should get izana’s earrings. dark content friendly. 

ABOUT MY WRITINGS/INTERACTING WITH ME.

latest update. always fem! reader. + i’m not good at writing headcanons or shorter fics/drabbles UNLESS it’s for naoya and tokyo revengers.

i do not write about yandere, stalker, non-con, heavily canon plots for jjk & haikyuu, male x male nsfw, blood play, temperature play, lactation, pegging, male characters dressing up as female, monster fucking (sorry, sukuna won’t be getting four arms if you want nsfw for him), bestiality, hypnosis (non-con related), heavy bdsm, ass licking, scat, piss, fart, vore.

i age up characters.

i don’t do well responding with thirsts. it’s not that i don’t like them, but i just do better at writing nsfw plots instead of me sharing my opinions/rambles so the response i’ll give to thirsts might be disappointing lol (feel free to send naoya ones tho LMAO)

I won’t answer asks that could’ve provided you an answer if you read the rules first. If you can read my fics with a thousand word counts, you can read my rules too. hard block and delete to messages with rude or malicious messages and tones. 

Minors are still allowed to read my sfw content, they’re properly marked in the masterlist which of them are sfw or not. Please don’t like/reblog/comment ANY of my nsfw fics. You may interact with me through asks as long as it’s about my sfw fics/you want to send me memes or whatever, but please know your limits! Please properly block all the tags you should block.

please don’t tag/update me in fics that i didn’t ask to be a part of it. it’s super super awkward for me. if you want to recommend me fics, you can drop the link on my asks, but it’s super awkward when people tag me on their own fics especially for fandoms i don’t read about

ageless blogs interacting with my nsfw content will be blocked.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR.

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

haikyuu

tokyo revengers

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo, daishou suguru, sakusa kiyoomi

: draken, mitsuya takashi, seishu inui, hajime kokonoi, ran & rindou haitani, hanma shuji (🥵), chifuyu matsuno, kakucho hitto, kurokawa izana, mikey, haruchiyo sanzu, imaushi wakasa, kisaki tetta

: itoshi brothers, meguru bachira, oliver aiku, rensuke kunigami, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, shidou ryusei, chigiri hyoma, tabito karasu, kenyu yukimiya

: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, kamisato ayato, raiden shogun, yae miko, itto, ningguang, beidou, kazuha, xiao

: bakugou katsuki, dabi, shoto todoroki, shigaraki tomura, overhaul (uhm there’s too much characters i like)

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

: baji keisuke

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna

: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

suki's anon babies: (as of 7.15.21) i have my nicknames for these beans based on what i remember from them the most

🦋 - butterfly anon (aka the ones who always give me hit ideas for gojo, if you guys liked “out of reach” yeah, you should thank her. she’s the queen of that.)

🌊 - gojo simp 9487

🐌 - toji daddy

☄ - home from war anon

🫐 - feral megumi anon

💔 - brokenhearted hfw anon

🍞 - the yuuji to my sukuna, baby sweetheart soft choso anon

💎 - fall from grace anon and an absolute sweetie

🌸 - kita naoya twins anon

🪱 - angsty naoya anon

WITOL ANON - my baby 🥺

🥭 anon - kewl anon

🎮 - SEXY NAOYA BRAINED, 12/10 feeds me well

🎧 - another sexy one

👹 - religious good girl for naoya 😈

🐯 - soft sukuna simp 🥺

joker anon 🤪 - joker naoya

shy anon :>

dilf anon 😘

❄ - naoya ice queen wife

🐥 - sweetheart anon

terrible thing anon - music rec for naoya

🐰 - wants to be frens with me 🥺

— (･◡･) - another babie 🥺💕

prettiest bitch in town 🟣 - gojo charanon

six eyes 😎 - gojo charanon

tengen drip sama 👍

junpain drip

🤍 - naoya spoiler anon

naoya’s binch ✨

naoya simp 🤡

k

j

🍦- uwu anon

🍳

uwu

smiley anon :D

fin

😈

👗

🍕

:)

🍱

🌀

🐍

🌾

🍡

🎐

🌻

🎹

🌹

satoru’s weird wife 🧁

🕵🏻‍♀️

aki

👁👄👁

stripper anon 💄

✎ - bonten! husbands hc’s

🐡

🐼

🐧

👼🏻

🥂

Naoya Anon 💓 - 3rd Naoya charanon 🥺

⛲

period anon 🍷

🥞

thot anon - kisses u give to bonten men

eʟ _(:з」∠)_

lilac anon

🌨

🌺

moa anon

riot anon

💳

🦚

jaye anon

dee ✉

💕 - anon who would follow dtd to ao3

🩺

shhh anon - suna hater anon from dtd

sakusa crumber 🤲 anon

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anon lemon