#I JOKE ABOUT IT ALLLLL THE TIME

[tojiscrack]

are you alive, are you okay?

( ^ you, i think )

me after ^

first of all, i’m not dead… 😤

i nearly died 🙄

i logged off of tumblr since the end of jan thanks for noticing EVERYONE 😒 except for erenismybbg and my mock exam nearly killed me last week, no joke

ran on 0 hours of sleep, 7 mental breakdowns in my room, tripped on the stairs, no satoru, behind on content, experiencing withdrawals, finally got my period back — but it’s heavy and a longer cycle than usual — and three exams waiting for me after the half term break 🙂

ty for asking how i’m doing anyway 😭 my line was meant to be ‘yeah i’m doing great!’ but i looked in the mirror, saw my eyebags, and couldn’t even bring myself to lie 😔

on another note, a lovely reader did request a twitter LL thread a while back which i only just got to doing now! will be posting it soon! <3

[scionshtola]

man h*rmes really just. did not have the tools to help m*teion properly process all that despair. and how could he! no one else had them (the flowers were always white!). but he cared about her. and he wanted her to go out and learn how to deal with despair and more (in the course of your long journey you will learn from those you meet. learn to walk and run and so much more). and it’s just so sad to me. if he knew how to handle his own despair, if he knew that everyone had to find their own reason for living, he wouldn’t have needed to send her out in the first place.

[conquered-gnomes]

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always dreamed of being dead before the story’s even started and haunting the narrative

[floral-hex]

So this is my thing now, I’m afraid to go to sleep. This is kinda bullshit, brain.

[snekdood]

if me not being fake nice all the time is the reason ppl generally avoid me then whatever. id rather not walk around with a liar as a face.

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby finn series, bedtime stories

series masterlist

dad!lando norris x mom!wife!reader

summary - finn is begging for a bedtime story, and lando has the perfect one to share. 

masterlist

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“but daddyyy,” your son whined for the fourth time, “i don’t wanna go bed!” with that he stomped his tiny foot onto the ground and crossed his chubby little arms in an attempt to be upset. 

“no ‘but daddy’, finn. it’s bedtime, you need to go to sleep,” lando spoke sternly to the little boy. finn has always been well-behaved. you and lando often joked that his terrible two’s were instead the terrific two’s. he was taught and exhibiting his manners, his patience was impeccable, and when either of you asked him to do something he usually followed through. except for bedtime. bedtime was his enemy, which in turn made it yours and lando’s as well. 

“noooooo daddy, pweasee,” your three year old continued on his quest to avoid sleep. lando let out a sigh and dropped a knee in order to reach finn’s height, “how about a bedtime story, finn? will that make ya feel better?” your husband holds his breath waiting for the answer, silently saying a prayer that his son will agree.

finn’s arms slowly fall from their crossed position and he sways his body a bit before a quiet ‘otay’ slips out of his mouth. his father attempts to hide his proud smile as he scoops the boy off the ground and begins carrying him to his room. 

“is momma coming for story?” finn asks his dad.

“of course, bud, i’ll go get her while you get ready in bed, ok?”

“otay!” with the assurance of your presence, finn began to squirm from his fathers hold in order to rush into his room, hopping onto his bed. lando takes a look in the room, smiling to himself as he watches his son grab different stuffed animals and toys to ‘watch the show’. your husband turns down the hall, bringing his knuckles up to knock gently on your office door. he cracks the door open, leaning his head in to gaze in your direction. 

“love?” hearing his voice, you turn in your chair, breaking your view from the computer in front of you and trading it for your husband's eyes. both of you take seconds to admire the other, comfortable, a little sleepy, and oh so beautiful. lando drinks in your beauty, and you do his. he gives you a smile that you gently return.

“finn’s asking that you join us for a bedtime story, fancy taking a break?” 

“i would love that,” you’re quick to reply, and with that you stand, lando grabbing your hand as you make your way to finn’s room. 

“momma!” your three year old enthusiastically lets out as he kneels on his bed.

“hi, baby,” you let go of lando’s hand, instead using it to run over your son's curly head of hair. letting out a quiet ‘scoot over’ to finn, you both proceed to get comfortable on his twin bed, ultimately ending with you lying back propped up on pillows with finn tucked into your side under the blankets. your husband takes a seat at the end of the bed and claps his hands together.

“right, now, are you both ready for the best bedtime story?” he raises his eyebrows and highers his pitch in order to gain some giggles from his two favorite people. 

“yes, dada! story! story!” finn chants between his laughs.

“yeah, daddy! story!” you begin to add into the chanting, the boy tucked into your side erupting in more giggles. lando sends a slight wink in your direction at your use of the nickname and clears his throat. 

“okay, this story begins alllll the way back before you were born,” 

a gasp escapes your son in shock at the timeline and he lets out a small ‘that a long time’ which makes you and lando share a look of, damn, are we that old?

lando brushes it off and continues, “once upon a time, there was a young woman, and her name was y/n,”

another gasp from your mini, “like momma?” he asks as he looks at you.

“yes, like momma,” your husband answers as you boop your son's nose, “and she was, and is, the prettiest girl in the world. now, y/n’s parents-”

“NANA AND PAPA!” finn screeches out with excitement. you and lando share a laugh and he starts up again, “yes, nana and papa. now y/n’s parents had just moved to england as y/n began school in england, too. so, they reached out to their friends, cisca and adam-”

“NAN AND POP!” another screech and another fit of laughs is echoed through your son’s room. 

“yes, baby, now let daddy finish the story,” you tell your son gently. 

“otay, momma, i sowwy i jus’ excited!” both you nor your husband could correct that sweet behavior, instead choosing to keep moving on. 

“alright, y/n’s parents and cisca and adam all had dinner one night, and they found out that their kids had a lot in common,” lando steals a moment to meet your eyes and you send him back a warm smile, “cisca and adam’s son, hmm let’s call him lando-”

“dada! that your name!” 

“that’s right, buddy, so the group of parents agreed to have the two kids meet. lando had been off racing and y/n was at university, so they hadn’t met for months. until, finally, it was a warm july evening, and the two arrived separately at a party y/n’s parents had put on. now, lando walked into the home, and right ahead of him he sees this girl. she was wearing a long, peach-colored dress, hair down and beautiful, and had eyes that were absolutely stunning,”

“wow, mommy you pwetty,” your son speaks towards you with wide eyes.

“thank you, my love,” you reach down to place a kiss onto the top of his head while holding down the tears threatening to escape. your husband and your son were both enamored by you and it made your heart soar and squeeze in love.

“lando had the need to walk over to this beautiful woman and introduce himself, and so he did,” your husband caught your eyes again, staring at you with the same love-struck look he did five years ago. 

“what she say, dada?”

“she said, hello,”

“what did you say, dada?”

“i said, hi,”

“when you get marry?”

“marriage didn’t come for a few more years, buddy. the first question i had to ask her was if she wanted to go on a date with me,”

“did you?”

“i did,”

“what she say?”

“thankfully, she said, yes,”

you noticed the time and began to wrap up the story, but not without adding in your own two-cents, “and that was the best decision she had ever made,” you placed another kiss on your son’s forehead and began to stand up from the bed. lando helps you up and tucks you into his side before you both bend down and begin to tuck your son in. lando brings his blankets up to your son's chin, kissing his forehead gently with a whispered ‘i love you’. you mimic his same actions after him while adding a ‘sleep tight, my love’ and finn's eyes are already closing. 

you both make your way to the door while your hand comes up to turn off the lights. lando begins to lead you out and shut the door, but stops abruptly when he hears the quiet question of, “dada?”

your husband’s head shoots back into the room, “yea, finn?”

“do the y/n and lando in story have happy end?”

lando’s hand finds yours at your side and he intertwines them as he responds, “oh yes buddy, they live happily ever after,” with that, his door is closed with a crack open and your husband shuffles you quietly down the hall back into your office. he begins to watch you pack and close up your work assignments on the computer, leaning his frame against the door. continuing to admire his wife as you speak up, “that was a great story, lan,”

“well i had great characters to speak about,” he chuckles and moves closer to you, grabbing your arms and tossing them gently around his neck before dropping his hands to your hips. 

“oh yes, fantastic, i especially liked the sound of that y/n girl,” you speak softly, staring up at your husband. he gives a light laugh and a squeeze to your bum in response before dropping his head down in order to press his lips against yours. 

pulling away gently, you begin to rake your hand through lando’s curls as you speak, “we got really lucky with him,” you refer to your sleeping boy down the hall. 

“we really did, y/n. you want another?”

“another?”

“yes, another baby. c’mon finn’s three now, its a good age to start trying again, he would understand, i should have a brea-”

“okay,”

“really?”

“yes, i would love to start for another baby, lan,”

“god, i love you so much, y/n” lando leans down again pulling you into a kiss. you break apart quickly, adding in your own ‘i love you so much, too, lan,” as you both proceed to head to the bedroom. 

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a/n - let me know if you all want this continued! and feel free to send in requests for what you want to see! xoxo

[untilhiseyeheals]

Pretty Performer - Silco x fem!reader one shot

Warning: Smut. Shameless smut.

You opened the heavy wooden door to the bar and stepped cautiously into the warm, dimly lit room, already filled with people and bustling with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Taking in a deep breath you let it fall shut behind you, the sound of the heavy wood hitting the frame drowned out by the constant hum of voices and background music of the bar. You looked around, unsure if to just make yourself at home and prepare for your upcoming performance as this decision was justly taken from you by the grab of two nimble but strong hands that dragged you into the bar. “You came! I’m so excited! I had to beg beg beeeeeeg Silco to invite you to perform, you know, the bar doesn’t usually do live performances but I have been listening to your stuff alllll the time when I am tinkering and I just had to have you play here!”. Two long blue pigtails swung through the air as Jinx dragged you eagerly towards the little prepared stage in one corner of the room. A breath caught itself in your throat as you were well aware of what a dangerous environment you found yourself in, even with this situation being painted by a welcoming atmosphere, you couldn't help but feel a little on edge. “Thank you, Jinx. That really means a lot to me. I’m glad you like it. Hm… Is there any song in particular that you like? I can perform it for you, you know?” you managed a smile, thinking it's probably best to make as good an impression as possible with one of the most dangerous people around. She had already dragged you all the way over to the little makeshift stage as she whirled around to face you, eyes glowing with anticipation. “Animal Cannibal”, she exclaimed without a second thought and you smiled knowingly. Of course, one of the more, well, interesting songs. “Great choice. Will do!” you lifted your hand to your head and gave a joking salute as you turned to prepare the stage for your gig.

When the background music in the bar started to fade out and the lights dimmed, centring at the corner of the room you and Jinx found yourselves in, she jumped up onto the stage and grabbed the mic. “Hello and welcome everyone to The Last Drop’s first-ever live performance! No, we don’t care if you asked for this and we certainly won’t take any requests! Now lean back, lean forward, or to the side. Dance, stand, sit, drink, do whatever you want because you cannot stop what’s about to come! Give it up for (y/n)!” she shouted into the mic, twirling it around and pointing towards certain individuals that apparently had some sort of a reputation in the bar, as they gave a knowing smile and shrug before returning the attention to their glasses. She then jumped off the stage and joined the small crowd that assembled in front of the stage. Not much, by any means, but that only served to soothe your nerves that started to act up quite a bit. You couldn’t help but huff out a breath in disappointment as you let your eyes scan over the people in the crowd, not seeing him anywhere. Of course not! What were you thinking? It’s better he wasn’t here right now, the last thing you needed was the attention of arguably the most powerful and dangerous man of the Undercity on you. You took in a deep breath as the music started playing and decided to just go and get this over with.

So you started to sing. "I bite at the hand that feeds me. Slap at the face that eats me. Some kind of animal cannibal. Animal. Cannibal.” When the music started playing, the strain washed from your nerves and your muscles loosened from their tensed state. Your usual persona was swapped out to your on-stage persona, much more confident and slightly suggestive than your normal self. You can’t help it. You sang the song in a sultry voice, letting your hands roam your hips and down towards your legs as you scanned the room through half-lidded eyes. You didn’t catch him, too engulfed in your performance to notice the set of eyes that were glued to your form as you traced along the hem of your black dress. One eye blue and cold as the deep ocean, the other seemingly opposite a struggle of black and ember, like darkness fighting to engulf the flames of a smouldering fire. And he was watching you. Intently. Eyes never leaving you, he studied your movements, listening to your sultry song that you completely let yourself sink into. “How do I meet the strangest men? They always seem to find me.” How fitting. If only you knew that possibly the strangest man had become totally lost in your performance, in the way you seemed to ignore everything and everyone that existed in the world, becoming one with the song you performed and feeling the lyrics as if they were your own personal story.

That's what you were. A performer. So you opened your eyes, straightened up and let a dark, dangerous gaze skim through the first row of people looking back up at you as you sang the next words. “Who knows how some people turn to strange ones. Is it up to me to make them into dead ones?” a sickly grin spreading over your features as the last words left your tongue, hands raised to your neck, drawing a slow line once across as your tongue skims your teeth and licks over your sharp canines. You were looking dangerous, psychopathic, insane, for only as long as it fit the part of the song you were singing. A perfect performer. It was only between this verse and the upcoming last chorus you let your eyes wander further out, scanning the entirety of the room, eyes having become used to the glare of the lights that were turned onto you as your gaze fell on the man standing at the outer corner of the bar right next to the stairs up to the second story where the offices were located. You moved your head back from the microphone so as not to let the entire audience hear the sharp breath that you took in as you noticed his eyes locked attentively onto you, expression unreadable. He always had a certain look of anger, fury, and general disdain on him that made your skin tingle. As you studied his features a bit longer you noticed that this look was not the only thing you could see in his eyes. They were darker than usual, pupil dilated and fixed upon you, the grip on his glass unnecessarily strong as his knuckles turned white with the pressure he put on the poor object. He seemed like a predator stalking his prey and a set of strong goosebumps washed over your body as you realized with full force that in this scenario, you were the prey. It was a dangerous look that normally would have you avert your gaze and cower into the corner with the sheer force it seemed to emit. But not when you were on stage.

You drew in a final, long breath before it was time to finish the last chorus of the song, stepping closer to the microphone again, your eyes never leaving his. If anything, this drilling gaze of his only spurred you on in your performance. “I bite at the hand that feeds me.” you lift one of your hands from the microphone and bring it up to your mouth, slowly dragging it across your lower lip, opening your mouth and biting down hard as you show your teeth at the bite, letting your fingers slowly graze down your chin, dragging some saliva down your neck. “Slap at the face that eats me” Quickly you lift that hand and bring it swiftly down at your cheek, emitting a beautiful slap that reverberates through the room in the microphone. “Some kind of animal cannibal” Your hands continue their way around your neck and down to your collarbone, head leaned slightly to the side, eyes half-open again. “Animal? Cannibal.” You continue your sinful performance until the last note of the backing track has rung out through the room. Only then do you fully open your eyes and stand up straight again, looking over to the spot at the end of the bar. Empty. You huff in frustration and … disappointment? as you take a step back from the microphone and give the audience a dramatic bow.

Jinx was jumping up and down in excitement, dragging you off the stage the second you stopped your bowing and the light in the bar returned to its normal state, background music resuming more quietly. “That was AMAZING! It was EVEN BETTER than hearing it on my big boom boxes over and over again and that’s honestly saying something!”. You found it hard to keep up with her rambling, smiling courtly and nodding along so as not to infuriate the girl you just made so happy with your performance. Although you wished you had made someone else that happy. Your eyes scan through the bar, desperately looking for the enchanting set of eyes that so drilled through you just minutes ago. You couldn’t find him. Defeated you made your way over to the bar and plopped down on one of the barstools, gesturing to the bartender for a drink. Only it’s not a drink that hit the wood of the counter in front of you, but a similar little envelope to the one that fluttered into your room only days ago. You felt your heart stumble in your chest as your shaking hands picked up the paper, nails slicing through the envelope and trembling fingers unfolded the paper inside of it. You read faster than your eyes can manage, stumbling over the words on the page that turned out to be very few, and very direct. Upstairs. Second door to the right. Now. – S. In any other state, you would have chuckled over the way he signed the note as if it wasn’t painfully obvious who it was from. You knew better than to go into that office, what if was a trap? You dared to lay your eyes on him, lost in your performance, you were … lewd, desperate, horny. While your mind was still listing off the unholy effects his mere gaze had on your poor body, your legs already hit the ground and you made your way up the stairs before you could even realize what you had done, your hands knocked against the wood of the office door. “Come in”. A low, rumbling voice beckoned you inside. You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside the office.

You weren’t prepared for what you would find inside. Your eyes instinctively went to his big desk that stood in front of a beautiful big stained glass window, letting in the faint glow of street lights from outside that tinted the room into a hazy shade of green. However, you were surprised to find the chair in front of the desk to be empty. Confused you furrowed your brows as that dangerous voice made itself heard again. “That was quite the performance you put on there. I can see why Jinx took a liking to your… music.” You traced the origin of the voice to the opposite side of the room and your breath hitched as your eyes fell upon the slim figure of Silco sitting on a low plush chaise lounge, legs spread, cigar in hand and those damned eyes locked straight onto you. You felt like you walked straight into the cave of a bear, deep into the mountains, stupid little bunny hopping straight forward into its demise. You couldn’t help the deep blush that spread across your features at the small compliment. If it was a compliment at all, with him anything sounded like a threat. Just as you opened your mouth to thank him, he cut you off with a simple demand. “Come here.”, his voice was low, eyes never leaving you as you made your way over to where he was sitting, unsure where to start or stop or what to do.

Your mind was hazy, his damn smug grin as you got closer and closer drowning out every strand of thought your brain tried to form. It was to no avail. As you came to a halt in front of the lounge, he sat up and leaned forward to a little couch table with an ashtray and two glasses of liquor, pressing the cigar into the tray and taking up one of the glasses, not bothering to offer you the other as he let himself fall back onto the backrest. His eyes studied you intently, you could feel his gaze wander up and down your form and how the little black dress accentuated each and every one of your curves before it ended, making way for equally black stockings, held up by garters in the shape of a heart. Like a perfect little black dress is supposed to, it showed almost a little too much cleavage to be comfortable, eyes drawn to the necklaces around your neck that almost beckoned the gaze towards your chest. You forced yourself to take deep, steady breaths but your body failed you as he took a swig of his drink and set it back onto the table, hinting with a jerk of his head to come sit next to him. You obliged wordlessly.

That’s when you realised you hadn’t even spoken a single word since you entered his office, the air thick with tension which you hoped was sexual nature and he wasn’t going to end your life right here. Hell, not before making it worth it. He seemed to have picked up on your dilemma, offering you a smug grin as he finally broke the agonising silence. “What happened? Swallowed your tongue?”, his eyes skimmed over your face, taking in the effect that his voice had on you, “Pity. Your performance almost made you seem interesting.” Bastard, you thought before you took up all the courage that was left in you, riding the high that was left from your performance and the reminder of how his eyes practically ate you up. In one quick, swift motion you turned towards him, throwing one leg over his and placing yourself over him, knees to the left and right of his, straddling his lap. That earned you a low, dangerous chuckle, as his eyes started at your necklaces dangling in front of him, skimmed over your chest, you swore they lingered there for a quick second, before coming to rest once again on your face. Heterochome eyes locked with yours, and there it was again, this undiscernible look that only hinted at the fire festering behind those eyes. He kept a cool and collected front, always, if he wasn’t seething in anger and exploding like a volcano he was just quiet and very laid back. That was a front. Dangerous one. You, however, were determined to weasel your way through the cracks that you saw forming in his foundation and he let you.

You carefully lifted your hands from your sides and skimmed the collar of his vest, toying with his tie and carefully loosening it a bit. A low rumble came from his chest as his arm was quick to catch yours and pin them down in your lap, holding your hands by their wrists with only one hand and a very, very strong grip. “Tsk tsk tsk…” he scolded as he used the leverage he had over you to push yourself off him to the side, never letting go of your wrists. “Seems like my eyes didn’t deceive me then. You’re a feisty one. I can appreciate that.” Well, it was fun while it lasted, you thought as he pushed you off him and took that as a sign that this night was not going to go your way. “What I cannot appreciate, however,” he continued, voice low and scolding as he used his second hand to fully undo the tie you so carelessly loosened before and bring it over to your wrists. “is someone acting so incredibly unduly in front of all of Zaun.” With that, he quickly wrapped the string of the undone tie around your wrists and tied them together in a strong knot, not being gentle and making sure it was tight. “Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson on how to behave.” he finished, letting go of your tied arms and letting them drop into your lap again.

“Lean back.”, he ordered and you were in no position to disobey, leaning back on the plush velvet of the lounge, resting your back against the backrest. With a small, approving nod he slid off the lounge from beside you and stood up, bending down towards you. He seemed to be taking in the sight of you, breathing already shallow and ragged from anticipation, anxiously biting your lip, hands tied together by his tie, looking up at him with big eyes that gave no hint of opposition. Just how he liked it. “There. I had a feeling you’d be a quick learner.” he cooed as his bent-down form started to come closer to you until his head was right next to yours, breath warm and tickling your ear. “So pretty and willing, all tied up and submissive it’s almost a shame having to ruin you.” he whispered in your ear, voice low and gravelly, lips just barely grazing your ear. You couldn’t stop the desperate whine that left your mouth, which made his eyes flick towards yours as he slowly leaned back away from you. “Patience.” was all he said, as his long fingers found the soft flesh of your thighs, tracing a line up and down and along the heart-shaped garters. You sucked in a breath, skin tingling at the touch you waited so long for. His hands made their way, slow, oh so painfully slow, up your thighs under your dress, skimming the band of your cotton panties that had a little lace rim on top which his fingers quickly found. You could tell he thoroughly enjoyed feeling up every inch of you, making you wait forever and ever, each touch feeling so painfully slow that you wished you could just grab his hand and drag it directly to your aching clit. He was revelling in your desperation, eyes closely on yours as he observed each subtle change of your facial features as his hands roamed your body. Then he pulled back his hand from under your dress, making you wince at the sudden loss of contact. He smirked a devilish little smirk as he straightened up and sat back down next to you, picking up the glass with liquor as he watched your slumped-down form, already so messy and dishevelled from this little touch. “Stand up.” he ordered, placing the glass at his lips and taking a swig. You rolled your eyes. What was this supposed to be? Did he order you up here only to make you stand up and sit down and turn around like a little puppy? You weren’t having it. With one swift motion, you stood back up on your feet and made a step towards the door of the office.

Suddenly you could feel yourself getting yanked back hard and crashing into his tall frame. He was just sitting there with a glass in his goddamn hand, how did he manage to pull you back so fast? You could only hear a dangerous, low chuckle as you turned your head to look directly into his eyes. Now they really seemed like they were set ablaze. “Thank you, pet. I thought you weren’t gonna put up a fight at all.” his voice was barely a snarl, a sickly grin spreading over his face. Sick bastard. He didn’t want you to silently obey him, he picked you out because you seemed like you had a fire within you, so different from all the mindless idiots he was left to deal with every day. And finally, he got a glimpse of it. Before you knew it, he had lifted your tied hands above his head so that they came back down around his neck, which left you straining with no way to move, your bodies almost pinned together. That’s when his smug grin was instantly washed from his face as you closed the difference and started planting sinful kisses along his jawline, trailing them up towards his ear and down his neck. Your tongue slipped through, you licked your way along his neck, kissing, sucking, tired of this game he wanted to play. You could feel his head snap back as his own arms snaked around your waist and found your ass, cupping your cheeks with his hands and giving them a squeeze. That elicited a husky moan from you, spilling from your lips between the sounds of sucking and kissing the skin of his neck. He maneuvered you back towards the lounge and when you could feel it against the back of your shins he stopped, releasing your ass from his grasp to free your tied hands from behind his neck. Taking a step back which meant you had to stop your assault on his neck, he smirked as he undid the knot around your wrists, tie discarded to the floor in one swift motion. That, however, didn’t mean he allowed you any more control than he wanted to. “Strip.” he ordered, and you were only too happy to oblige.

Your hands found the straps of your dress and slid them down your shoulders, leaving it to pool on the floor. He once again started looking you up and down, although your undergarments were nothing too special since you favoured comfort over looks and, well, you didn’t count on anyone seeing those today. He took a step towards you, piercing gaze never leaving you, as his arms came around your back to unclasp your bra, fingers pushing it off your shoulders to join your dress on the floor. “Magnificent,” he murmured, as he took another step to close the distance between your bodies and started returning the favour of kissing your neck, hands finding your breasts and cupping them. You let out a soft moan, to which he responded with his fingers finding your hardened nipples, flicking and toying with them as his mouth slowly made its way down your neck to your collarbone. Again, he seemed to find special pleasure in making the process painfully slow, dragging out the moment as long as he possibly could, before the warmth of his mouth finally found one of your nipples. His tongue swirled in circles around the hardened bud of your nipple, teeth grazing it ever so gently before he decided he was gentle enough and took it between his teeth. “F-Fuck…” you moaned, hands darting forward to find his perfectly slicked back hair, burying your fingers between its strands, dragging your nails over his scalp. This led to him letting out a grunt against your nipple, sending a jolt through your body that settled right in that ever-tightening coil in your core.

Seemingly feeling this jolt, he let go of your nipple, guiding you to lay down on the lounge, joining you by crawling his way up, pushing your legs apart. You sucked in a breath in anticipation, as his hands found the waistband of your panties, dragging them painfully slowly down your legs and discarding them on the floor next to the lounge. He began kissing his way up the inside of your thighs, getting dangerously close to the wet mess he made of your cunt. Enjoying every second of this juicy anticipation, his mouth made its way all the way up to your upper thigh, directly next to your dripping cunt, nose skimming your folds for just a second, already enough to make you buck your hips involuntarily. He chuckled lowly against the soft flesh of your thigh. “My, my…” he trailed off and suddenly his head turned from the side of your inner thigh and the next thing you felt was his tongue licking slowly up your folds. You bucked your hips again, arms darting back to find his head again, getting a handful of his hair, destroying what was left of its slicked-back state. He ate you out like it was what he was destined to do, tongue swirling in circles around your clit, toying with the willing hole and slurping up all the delicious juices that you had for him. That’s when he felt like that wasn’t enough, and while his eyes flicked up to catch your reaction, two of his fingers joined his tongue. You threw your head back, muttering and moaning a string of words that loosely resembled his name as he slid his fingers into you. They met with no resistance as he pushed them in all the way, curling them up to hit that sweet, sweet spot that almost made you scream his name had you not turned your head and bit your lip. His mouth left your aching clit while his fingers kept relentlessly pumping into you, lifting his head to watch you squirm and hold back noises. “Come on, let me hear you.” he growled, as he once again curled his fingers right where you needed them and thrust them into you. “F-Fuck. Silco. Your fingers feel so good. I’m… I-... S… So close” you muttered against the side of the lounge, breath ragged and speaking made hard by the continuous assault of his fingers that felt like knocking all the air out of your lungs. That only seemed to spur him on more. “Good. Come on my hand for me.”, he ordered and slipped in a third finger, curling them once again, one last thrust sending you over the edge and bringing the knot in your stomach to explode. “Yes… S-Silco!”, you almost chanted his name like a prayer as the feeling of sweet release washed over you, making your vision blurry and your head fuzzy. His hands slowed down their movements, letting you ride it out as you bucked your hips lazily against his hand until he withdrew it.

You carefully opened your eyes and the knot in your stomach began to churn anew as you took in the sight before you. Silco had straightened up on the lounge, still between your thighs, vest slightly agape for a lack of tie, hair dishevelled with strands falling into his face. His face, gods, his face. It was flushed from the heat, his sweat mixing with your juices that coated his nose and mouth and that bastard was grinning as he took the fingers that were just inside you to his mouth, licking them clean of your remnants. You were determined to wipe the grin from his face once again as you tried to use your elbows to prop yourself up and get yourself into a halfway seated position resting on your palms. Well, you made it halfway from the elbow stance to the palms as your arms remembered they felt like jelly and gave up on you, leaving you plopping back onto the velvet cushions of the lounge with the back of your head. Silco watched this and chuckled. “Dear, don’t overestimate your strength. Give yourself a moment.” You didn’t want a moment. As you set to try your endeavours a second time, he suddenly bent back down over you, his arms resting on either side of your chest, face flush to yours. “I said, give it a moment,” he warned, voice low and dangerous again, a glint shimmering through his eyes. You shook your head and decided that if your arms could not support you to steady yourself, you might as well use them to pull him in.

Easier said than done, you lifted your arms and dropped them behind his neck, hands gripping the fabric of his vest on the shoulders. He let out another chuckle and shakes his head. “You won’t let go, hm?”, he cooed as he brought his face closer to yours. He hasn’t kissed you yet. You hadn’t dared to- this didn’t seem like a situation… You couldn’t finish your thought before his lips found yours, hungry, devouring you, tongue pushing its way into your mouth. He didn’t need to ask permission or wait, be gentle, or anything. And he knew. You moaned into the kiss as you felt his tongue twirling with yours, pushing hungrily into your mouth, determined to explore it in its entirety. Even though the kiss was drenched in desire and want, it almost felt a tinge gentle. You were sure you imagined that part. The knot in your stomach tightened at the feeling, itching to be released anew. “S-Silco… Please….”, was all you managed to pathetically wince out between kisses. He broke the kiss and leaned back a bit. There it was again, this grin. “What is it? Use your words, dear.” he spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm. You looked back up at him with the most longing and pathetic look you had in you and said “Please… Fuck me.”

That was all he needed, hands quick to unbutton his pants and sliding them down just enough to free the length of his hard cock that surely was similarly aching to be freed like the knot in your stomach. He was already dripping precum which made you a little proud of yourself, seeing that all this mess hadn’t just affected you. He was human after all. You didn't have a lot of time to revel in that thought though, as he quickly came back down towards you, tip of his cock hitting your aching clit. You winced and at this point, you didn’t care how you sounded anymore. “Please, please Silco”, all you could do was whimper his name in pleas to end your suffering and finally fuck you. He seemed to enjoy that most as he took his sweet time, dragging his tip through your folds, playing with your clit, lining himself up only to let it glide upwards between you again. You had enough. Determined you bucked your hips against him as he toyed with you once again, pulling him in just enough so his head was entering you.

He hissed, seemingly pissed off for just a second before the feeling of your cunt around him soothed all his anger and he couldn’t help but fully push himself inside you. You gasped, and let out an unholy animalistic noise as your hands tried to grasp onto the velvet of the lounge in support. That did it, the last part of resolve he had in him was crumbling at that unruly noise you just let out. He was relentless, quick-paced thrusts deep into you, losing himself in the way your walls clenched around him. Your hands, not finding any support with the lounge, latched onto his shoulders and dragged down his back, nails leaving marks in their wake. The noises he made were impossible to describe and even more impossible to endure. Your own were similarly unruly, you simply didn’t care anymore. There was no way you were withstanding this long, as you could feel your release inching closer and closer. He could feel it too, your walls clenching around him as he bottomed out into you, thrust after thrust, again and again. “S..Silco.. I’m.. I’m gonna..”, you tried your best to form any semblance of words as you felt yourself approaching the edge. One of his hands found your clit, fingers circling over it as he kept fucking you at a relentless pace. That did it and you felt yourself being thrown over the edge as the knot in your stomach exploded again making you clench uncontrollably around his cock. His breathing grew more ragged, thrusts sloppy and losing their rhythm as he fucked you through your high and chased his own. Just as he started to twitch he pulled out and spilt himself all over your stomach, panting heavily, letting out more of these groans and sounds that you would for sure hear in your head for days to come.

He remained hovering over you for a second, lazily stroking himself before getting up and grabbing a box of tissues off the nearby table. You thought he would take a few and toss you the box or something, but he cleaned himself up at the table, discarding the used tissues and heading back over to you with the rest. He sat down on the lounge in front of you, taking one tissue after the other, gently wiping his cum from your stomach and discarding the used tissues… well, into the general direction of the waste bin. You studied his face as he did so, usually furrowed brows relaxed and eyes steadily fixed on his task at hand. For how relentlessly he fucks, kills and acts otherwise he was being… gentle?

[windser]

hear me out nerds, falling back into my unhinged despair about sylus—

he has the BIGGEST praise kink but listen its not obvious because as the leader of an illegal organization, he hears a lot of noise (most of it bs from his followers, plenty of news never hitting the mark, and god if he hears one more of UNICORNS complaints he might really give them someone to complain about) but the point is he hears a lot. yes, some of it strokes his ego. he knows he's powerful, he knows not many people could take him (in a fight), he knows he's untouchable

and then you literally touch him, and suddenly he doesnt know

and it starts off as the lightest touch when he steps too close and you press him back with the flat of your hand. he allowed it out of humor and now jokes on him, he's pushing back just to hold onto the warmth

the praise comes as a result of you just not acknowledging his feats properly?? like everything from your mouth sounds like an afterthought? a shallow acknowledgement? like 'yes, you could probably pin me. do you want a star for it?' and this dumb big man for the first time is like 'yeah, maybe i want a star for that?' like thats the first spark where he viscerally needs that approval from you, like, yes i could pin you so good if you just asked

and it literally just spirals from that. we know the man can cook, and seemingly well if he can causally take over the work of an absent cook. but he basically throws his whole menu to the side and wants to know alllll about what you like to eat. pasta? let him know what obscure, distant village in the mountains that has this very particular taste because of a native spice... he will master is just to hear that little hum of satisfaction from your lips. you know he asks ;is it good?' and this sad sack doesn't even need a verbal 'yes' just nod and he's already scheduling that dish into his routine for you

and oof in bed? this man has learned how to read every signal and reaction from you. he watches your gaze for permission when to touch, listens to your moans for where. he HAS to get it right EVERYTIME just so he can hear 'yes, sylus, like that' 'you feel so good sylus' or his absolute favorite that triggers his explosion every time 'good boy, sylus' and when you yank on his collar ???? pls he'll roll over and sit for you in like 100 different positions

[lovebugism]

Shy!reader who has never had a valentine and Steve who pulls out alllll the stops to make up for this—flowers, chocolate, jewelry, candles, a nice dinner, even stuff like a teddy bear and those cheesy kid valentines

happy love day <3 — steve helps his shy gf celebrate her very first valentine's day (shy!reader, established relationship, cw for brief mentions of anxiety, 1k)

Valentine’s Day afternoon is grey and gloomy, but your beaming makes up for it. You’re smiling wide and sparkling with it the second you see Steve waiting for you in the parking lot outside your work. He’d promised to pick you up, yes, but you’re always giddy at the sight of him.

“Hey, babe,” the boy greets with his own grin, crooked and perfectly pink. 

He looks all cool, leaning against the driver’s side of his car. Pristine sneakers crossed over one another, sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, strands of cinnamon hair draping his forehead — how are you supposed to do anything but melt for him?

“Hi,” you respond in a tinier voice, walking closer to him now. You duck your chin to your chest and peer at him through your lashes, always so painfully shy.

“Did you have a good day?”

“It was alright,” you shrug and plant yourself in front of him. The deep scent of cologne staining his shirt combines with the earthy scent of impending rain. The concoction makes you dizzy. “Kept thinking about seeing you the whole time, though.”

Your confession makes the bridge of his chiseled nose scrunch. 

“Well, that makes two of us,” he quips before revealing the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. A small thing wrapped in pale pink tissue paper — pastel lavenders and pale baby’s breath — as pretty and delicate as you are.

You light up instantly, eyes glittering as they flit from the bushel of flowers to Steve’s proud grin. “You got me flowers?” you wonder, quiet with disbelief. You take them with a soft, trembling hand.

Steve shrugs. “‘Course I did.”

You bury your nose in the perfumed florals and flash a sheepish look over them. “No boy’s ever gotten me flowers before…”

Steve knows this. He knows you’ve never had a valentine before him — that you’ve never been with anyone the way you’ve been with him. It’s why he’s always so soft and perfectly patient with you.

“‘Cause other boys are stupid,” he says, grinning when it makes you giggle. He takes another step closer to you and smooths his warm palms over your arms. His thumbs rub gently along the outsides of your elbow. “Do you like them?”

“I love them,” you insist, smiling so wide it hurts. “They’re gonna look so pretty in my room.”

“Want me to take you home then? So you can get ready for tonight?”

Your brows pinch at his mischievous tone. “What’s tonight?”

“Dinner. I wanna take you to that fancy, new Italian place in the city.”

“Oh.” Your panic is subtle but still written all over your face. You’re not good at going out — you’re worse at trying new things. Steve’s certainly made you braver, but you’re always a little timid at heart. 

Steve knows this and assures with a soft smile, “But we don’t have to if you don’t want. It was just a suggestion.”

“I want to,” you hear yourself say.

His brows raise, visibly shocked. “You do?”

There’s something about the way he looks at you, with a glimmer in his deep brown eyes, that makes you bold. You nod once, firm and foreignly confident. “Yeah.”

Steve tries not to be too obvious about his smiling, but he wears his love for you all over his face without trying. “Then let’s go.”

—————

Rain beats heavy against the window of the candle-lit restaurant, a wild and delicate cadence. The flickering flame paints Steve’s smile golden while his eyes glow a shining amber. He tries to woo you like you’re not wearing the pretty dress he bought you — like you’re not wearing his initial in a pendant dangling between your breasts.

“You’re the Obi-Wan for me,” he jokes before taking a hearty bite of his steak. He chews through the mouthful and gestures with his fork. “You know. Like only one—”

“I get it,” you assure with a sickly sweet smile.

He’s been doing this for a better part of an hour. The Valentine’s Day crowd rushed in, and your waiter got your order wrong, and the whole thing spun you into a tizzy. Steve’s been trying to distract you from your nerves ever since. And it’s worked. Mostly.

“Well, you’re not laughing!” he retorts, playful in his solemnity. “That one was good— you gotta give me some credit.”

“It was,” you assure with a quiet nod. You don’t say it like you mean it, but more like you’re trying to appease him.

“Are you saying you can come up with a better one?” he teases.

You think for a moment, doe eyes flitting across the droplets sliding down the window beside you. Your glossed lips purse all pretty to the side with the weight of your pondering. A smile tugs slow at your lips when you turn back to him. “Obi-Wan Ke-bone-me.”

A laugh sputters from Steve’s mouth. As pure and innocent as sunshine. He nods with a proud, lopsided smile. “You’re right. That was way better.”

“I Obi-Want you tonight,” you follow, giggling still.

“You are on fire tonight, you know that?”

You laugh again, louder this time. Steve beams at the pretty sound and waits until you’ve scooped a too-big bite of pasta in your mouth to compliment you. “You’re so pretty…” he murmurs in a low, honeyed tone. His eyes sparkle with amber, warm and visibly fond.

You stop mid-chew to scowl. You’re too cute to look threatening — especially when you’ve got spare sauce dotted on the corner of your mouth. “Stop…” you scold after you’ve swallowed down the mouthful.

Steve laughs, loud and boyish. “You are!”

“You’re being too nice…” you grouse with your nose scrunched.

“I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to be nice.”

“But not this nice,” you insist, smiling despite yourself. You twirl noodles around your fork to busy your fidgeting hand. Your sheepish gaze flits from the half-empty plate to the beautiful boy in front of you. “I think you’re starting to ruin everyone else for me, Stevie…”

His chest sparkles with a warmer feeling. “Well, yeah,” he shrugs. “That was kinda the plan here, babe.”

“Was it?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods and folds his arms over the white-clothed table. He grins wide and leans in close.  His cinnamon eyes sparkle with a mixture of adoration and mischief. “You fell right into my trap.”

You smile back at him, so happy that you did.

[nerdyjaw]

rage. | e. yeager

content warnings (please read before continuing): smut, jealousy, jealous sex, kinda yandere (not rlly tho, just possessive), degradation (?). mdni.

age in bio or you will be blocked.

creator notes: hi guys, sorry for inactivity. life is pimp slapping me across the face and i havent been able to post as much as id like 😔 anyways this is lowkey a practice fic. smut isnt my strongsuit BUT im open to constructive criticism and any advice so yeah 💯💯

eren wasn’t even pretending to hide his anger anymore.

the very second he slammed the door behind you like itd personally offended him, you knew you were fucked.

he walks up to you quick, looking you dead in the eyes. “you think you’re funny?” he snarled, backing you into the wall with a hand around your throat— not squeezing it, just holding you there, keeping you still.

“were his jokes really that funny? over there laughing like you haven’t heard it for the upteenth time. or maybe you’re just that easy.”

his knee shoved between your thighs, grinding up until you whimpered.

“this not mine anymore?” he growled. “saving it for connie now? want him making you cum instead?”

“n-no,” you managed to gasp out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“bet he wouldn’t even know what to do with you,” eren muttered, dragging your panties down roughly, exposing you to the cool air. “bet he’d nut the second you looked at him too pretty.”

he pulled his cock out without ceremony, already hard, leaking, furious with want.

“gonna show you,” he hissed, grabbing your hips and hauling you up, your back making direct contact with the wall behind you. “gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget his damn name.”

he lined up and slammed into you in one brutal thrust— no warning, no patience, just rage.

you screamed, arms wrapping around him like a lifeline as he started pounding into you without mercy, every thrust shoving you up the wall.

“that’s it,” he growled. “take it. fuck— take it.”

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you down onto his cock, deeper, faster, brutal.

“think about him now,” he snarled into your ear. “go on. try it. bet you can’t, huh.” he laughs, mocking you. “bet all you can think about is how deep i am. how full you are. how good i make you feel.”

tears leaked down your cheeks— the overwhelming pleasure being too much to handle. and eren just smiled.

“aww, baby,” he cooed mockingly. “crying? for me? you’re so cute.”

his thumb found your clit, cruel, relentless, making you squirm, but he held you tighter, forcing you to take it.

“you’re gonna cum,” he growled. “you’re gonna cream alllll over my cock while thinking about me. not him. not anyone else. me.”

you broke with a sob, clenching around him, body spasming and twitching uncontrollably— but he didn’t stop. he thrusted harder, chasing his own release.

“good girl,” he panted, thrusts growing sloppy. “that’s it. fuck— that’s it baby. all mine.”

he came with a broken groan, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up so deep you could feel it leaking out before he even pulled out.

but he didn’t pull out. not yet.

he stays inside of you, forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavy, still grinding his hips slow and deep, forcing you to feel every throb of his cock inside you.

“don’t ever let me see you all friendly with anyone like that again,” he whispered, voice shaking with leftover rage. “don’t even look at them. you’re mine. just mine.”

his hands slid down your thighs, bruising, possessive.

“say it,” he demanded, rolling his hips again just to hear you whimper. “say you’re mine.”

“yours,” you gasped, tears still slipping down your cheeks. “yours, eren, i’m yours—“

he smiled, satisfied.

“yeah,” he murmured, kissing your tears away. “you are.”

[sakachichi]

It’s for Research Purposes!

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Synopsis: you’re a stressed out college student, finals are beating your ass so your obviously at the bar almost every weekend. Toji is there and he’s the typical creepy old guy whose got the bar girl whipped to get free drinks.

CW: NSFW!MDNI 🔞 unprotected sēx, masturbäting (fem), self n!pple!sucking (fem), 69!, overstimulatiön, photo play, dirty talk!!!, mention of daddy, squ!rting, pet names, degrading, breeding kink? (Mild), weird foot mention (not foot kink!), side&regular miss!onary, døggy, multiple ørgasms, weird girl imaginations lol, crëampie

Word Count: 5k

A/N: this was originally gonna be a drabble but it slowly became a 5k fic lol 😭😭🙏 I hope u guys enjoy!!! Happy Thursday primas 💗

You and Toji met at a bar, you're a senior in college and nothing like a nice cold alcoholic drink is perfect to take all the finals stress away. He’s there, alllll the time, every time you go to the bar you see him sitting on the same stool — chatting away and pervertedly staring at the girls that pass by him. You think it’s gross, an old man trying to get a glimpse under a girl's skirt, so you try to keep your distance from him. But you can’t help but think he’s actually fucking hot (lol), for a geezer like him to be this well proportioned is insane.

You see one of the lady bartenders literally melt at the sight of him, and you just know that half — or maybe all — of his drinks are on the house. You don’t blame her, that sexy smirk of his is enough to make any girl go feral. One day you were on your way out and he was on his way in, you bump into his hard, hard chest instantly bringing your hands to your head as you wince. No way it hurt that bad? You thought, and he’s all smug looking down at you. “Woah you okay there, darlin’?” His voice is so deep and gruff, it’s the first time you're seeing him up close, standing actually. He’s tall! And his voice rumbles throughout your body, vibrating every atom. You stutter a yes and run out, he just shrugs it off of course.

The next weekend you're back and he’s there, he was looking straight at the door — almost as if he was waiting for you to come in, and when you do he smirks. You scowl, you ignore him and b-line straight to the bar to order your usual. Your peacefully sipping on your drink whilst doom scrolling when he scoots over the bar stools until he’s next to you, “hey, just wanted to say sorry for bumpin’ into you the other day. It looked like I hurt you real bad.” You look over, face straight as if you weren’t sure he was talking to you, and it’s almost like he read your mind. “Yea I’m talkin’ to you, girl” he lets out a little chuckle, and you go ‘ooooh’.

“Yea, just a little, I’m all good tho. Do you eat concrete or something?” He laughs wholeheartedly, hand resting over his chest as his shoulders shake, “no! I’m glad to see you fine, how about I buy you a drink?” Oh no here it goes, just another guy trying to flirt with a girl by buying her a drink. You thought, but you don’t deny his offer, nodding with a smile before ordering you your drink. As the night went on the two of you laughed and joked around, giving him all types of snarky remarks. He loves it, the first time a girl isn’t trying to get in his pants (not that he minds! But it’s definitely refreshing) numbers were exchanged when he said he majored in the same subject as you, and offered to tutor you or help you study. (It’s absolutely a lie, now he’s the one wanting to get in your pants lol!)

After months of texting, you actually realize the truth, he doesn’t know shit about anything. You start to realize his pattern, how he flirts first and then gives you the answers after you beg and beg him to hurry. You just know he’s using chat gpt! But the more the two of you text, the more attracted to him you are. The way he sends random thirst traps, like him shirtless at the gym, a bathroom mirror selfie with his happy trail peeking out, and him face down on his pillow with his sexy signature smirk. You’re not gonna lie now, it makes you so wet it’s embarrassing! But you suppress those feelings until one night, you just couldn’t help it anymore — you had to do something about your growing arousal.

You send him a text, ‘hey remember that animation class I told u I was taking? Could u send an ab pick rq, it’s for research purposes!’ Yeah right, you had a filthy plan to touch yourself to that picture — yea yea it’s weird but you only live once :p

‘Sure thing, sweetheart’ and he sends it, in front of a mirror, a t-shirt covering his bulge — that’s clearly half hard. Your heart drops and you squeal, instantly grabbing your vibrator, turning it on and placing it on your clit. Sweet delicious vibrating waves rush through your body, making cute soft moans slip from your lips. You’re so wet the strong vibrations send little drops of your juices flying, sprinkling your thighs. Your eyes are focused on how nicely trimmed his pubes are, curly but weirdly lined up, that happy trail you so often see, his sharp v-line, and his washboard abs are just soooo fucking sexy. And the way he’s half hard in the picture, his smirk?! You're gonna cum so hard, you just know it!

Who cares if this is absolutely weird and pervy, that’s a problem for a less horny you. You roll your hips on your bullet vibrator, throwing your head back into your pillow as you let the rush of ecstasy take over you so deliciously. You’ve been holding back, you told yourself you were never gonna date a guy 2x older than you but fuck Toji could be an exception. Your brain showing you images of how he would fuck you, seeing him put you in so many positions, how his dick would feel pumping inside you. You just know he’s absolutely big.

You feel it now, that sweet feeling of your highly anticipated orgasm — so close you could almost taste it. Your chest heaves as your moans and whimpers become more desperate by the second, and it snaps in your belly, making you release all over your vibrator. You milk it, looking back at the picture, looking straight at his face — and then he texts you. ‘Touching yourself to my pic?’ You squeak, embarrassed. How does he know? You swipe out of the picture and that’s when you see a jumbled alphabet on the text bar, heart dropping once again.

The vibrator still on you clit, forgetting about it for a second but your sudden overstimulation brings you back, you whine out loudly. And then you squirt, your sweet juices sprinkle all over your bed sheets. Breathless you turn off your toy, in shock as you look at the mess you’ve created.

“Fuck, this is nasty” you breathe out, falling back onto your bed.

And then he texts, ‘show me what you’ve done baby’

That sends you over, your post orgasm high immediately wearing off as you dramatically turn over to scream into your pillow — because no way did you just touch yourself to a photo of an old man! You know if he was here right now he’d be laughing his ass off, teasing you about your actions. You cringe as you drag yourself over to your bathroom, not even daring to look at yourself in the mirror. You shove your shower curtain out of the way and turn on the shower, the colder the better.

Few weeks have passed, you haven’t even gone to the bar, you're too embarrassed to do so. Even though you never confirmed your filthy actions to Toji you know he knows, he may seem a little dim witted but he truly is a smart man — and surprisingly can read you like a book.

You don’t ghost him though, you just avoid full conversations now, being extremely vague with him it’s so noticeable. He texts you every now and then asking where you’ve been, teasing you about the other night, asking you out, and you just can’t bring yourself to even text back but you’d hate to be rude.

‘Hey sweet face, when are you popping in to say hi?’

‘Can’t rn! School stuff 😬’

‘Oh come on. Still embarrassed from the other night?’

‘Idk what ur talking abt. But I gotta go, text u later!’

‘Aw, I was just starting to like you’

You could throw your phone right now if you weren’t in public, you shove your phone into your back pocket before turning up your music — so loud it’s blasting outside your headphones. You can’t avoid him forever, you can either just get over it and face him like a big girl, orrrr ghost him for real — options are limited.

No matter how hard you try to fight your freaky thoughts, he still pops into your head when you're touching yourself late at night. He’s still putting you in so many ungodly positions, he’s still whispering filthy things into your ear, and what you imagine his cock would look like. It makes you so wet, you hate it — but you just can’t help it. It’s driven you to the point of literally inviting him over just to finally fuck him, but you never let yourself.

“This time I will, mmph! I will text him” you say out loud, legs sprawled apart on your couch as you rub the vibrator over your sensitive clit, fingers violently thrusting into your pussy. That nasty squelch and your sultry moans fill your living room, soft mellow jazz music playing in the background as you throw your head back onto the couch cushion. God you wish he was here, so he could play with your tits or your pussy. Oh — no way you just thought that?!

Tits feeling so empty and needy as both your hands are occupied, you could take your fingers out of you to knead your boobs, or take your vibrator up to one of your sensitive nipples — but the pleasure is too good to take either one away from you dripping cunt, embarrassingly you remembered watching a video of girl sucking her own tit and wondered if you could do that.

You wondered.

You're curious.

And you know when curiosity gets the best of the poor cat…

You take your fingers away from you cunt for a brief second, cupping one of your tits to bring it up to your lips, you hesitate — tongue rolling out slowly before it surprisingly makes contact with your hard nipple. It boosted your confidence, letting your lips latch on before sucking your nipple. It felt so wrong yet so right, the feeling heading straight to your throbbing pussy, a wave of delicious heat washing over you. You couldn’t help but moan, letting go of your latch to throw your back once again.

Truly it felt good, but you can’t get Toji out of your head, preferring his mouth over yours — you’ve never felt or touched this man but he has such a tight grip one you.

And then he calls you, unexpectedly. It’s not just a regular call, it’s a FaceTime — you’re literally naked right now you shouldn’t pick-

You picked up.

But not before shutting off your vibrator and taking your fingers out, you fix yourself up before answering. A small quivering smile painted on your sweet face, it fades into him, a sly smirk curling his scarred lips.

“Hey there, princess. Whatcha doin’ ?” Fuck he sounds abnormally attractive right now, you could literally roll your eyes right now at how good he looks and sounds. You quickly bite your lip before answering, “just sitting here, watching a show”

“Oh? Watching your show naked?” He raises a brow as he points at his screen, at first your confused, but when you see his finger pointing at you, you freeze — eyes slowly moving towards the little box in the corner, your literally nip-slipping him right now…

“Oh my god!” You squeal, immediately hang up, you could hear him chuckle briefly before your screen turns black. If you were embarrassed before today takes the cake.

Your phone vibrates again, it’s him of course, he texted you.

‘Don’t gotta be shy now, sweet cheeks’

‘I can come over anytime you want all you gotta do is say the word and I’m there’

It’s sooooo tempting, truly, your fingers dance around the keyboard as you think and think and think. Then your phone vibrates again, he sends you a pic of his bulge beneath his grey boxers. It’s big! Sooo fucking big, just how you imagined. A text then follows;

‘This is what you do to me, sweetheart’

Fuck! You don’t understand why you're hesitating, it’s clear you both want each other but you just can’t bring yourself to make the highly anticipated move. It’s like two negative magnets so desperately trying to connect but they keep dancing around each other.

Then he sends another, and this one is just the missing puzzle piece, it’s standing so proud, so angry — crying tears of pre-cum. You let out a soft moan as you bless your eyes, he calls you back shortly after.

“Do I have permission to come over?” You can hear the horniness in his voice, voice almost strained. “Yes, yes, yes pleaseee come over” you answer so quick, instantly sending him your address.

He’s there rather fast, knocking at your door and you quickly run up to open. He’s here, wearing a zip-up hoodie and some baggy sweats, his hair slightly wet, and you can tell he’s wearing no boxers — Cock slinging around as he walks into your apartment. You can’t keep your eyes off it, he sees and snickers.

“You want it so bad huh?” He comes up to you, placing his warm hands on your waist, pulling your flush against him. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby” you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, “cat caught your tongue, sweetness? Don’t be shy, tell daddy how much you want his cock” that surprisingly does something to you, it makes you whine, burying your face into his buff chest.

“Please Toji, I want you so bad~” you mutter, he tuts, fingers softly pinching your chin raising your face back up, “look at me, and say it again.” God this is embarrassing, but you obey him, what else can you do? “Fuck me, Toji please. I need you so bad”

And without skipping a beat he’s, lifting you up and heading over to your couch — where your vibrator neatly resides, not going unnoticed by Toji.

“Ahhh, so this is what you were doing? Dirty little girl.” All you could do is hide your face in his neck as you straddle him, bare cunt resting on his grey sweats leaving a cute little wet spot. He lifts up your extremely oversized t-shirt, revealing your naked body underneath, “no bra, no panties? I’m so fucking lucky.” He says admirably, eyes taking their time scanning your tits and cunt before removing your shirt and tossing somewhere around the room.

“What do you want me to do to you, sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, hands roaming all over your body before gripping at the fat of your hips, making you grind on him. You mouth falls open to let soft sighs drip from your lips, “fuck me please” you whisper back, hands gripping at the fabric of his soft hoodie, the zipper so tempting to slide down.

“Yeah, but how? Hmm?” He teased, lips tickling your neck.

“Fuck I don’t know, just do me however” your growing sososo frustrated, he can hear it in your voice and it makes his smile. “Do you however? You're really gonna leave it up to me, princess?” So many fucking question, you just wanna skip to the part where your literally screaming out in pleasure. But you digress, foreplay never hurts, it just makes the second soooo worth it.

You nod as you let out a heavy sight, “yesyesyes, I’m all yours, Toji. Please” you make a mental note to not skip out on the pleases, you know he’s one of those. Toji lets out a deep sinister chuckle, tongue sliding all over your neck before sucking hard, making your skin bruise nicely. You couldn’t care, you loved the way it felt, you loved the way his warm mouth felt on you. Toji then flips you to lay on the couch, he’s on his knees before you watching as you squirm beneath him. Your arms are above your head as you sway your hips, your pretty pussy fluttering every so often.

He knows your so fucking sensitive right now, you just played with yourself, so eating you out right now sounds like the perfect idea. And then it’s like a light bulb just flicked on when his eyes quite literally light up, a smile curling at his lips. “Stand up for me real quick” he says, and you do just as he says, standing there before unintentionally trying to hide your cunt with your hands (´⊙ω⊙`)

Toji swiftly — struggles — to take his sweats off, but ultimately succeeds before tossing them away along with his hoodie. He lays down as he turns to you, that smirk back on his lips again. “Sit on my face, baby” you gasp, you hesitate but he’s eagerly inviting you with his hands, you’ve never done 69 before — not even in your little imaginations did he put you in this position. But before you could take another second to think about it, you're already starting to straddle his face, pussy hovering over his face — it’s so up close he’s literally salivating. It’s so pretty, his hands rest on your hips as he patiently waits for you to get comfortable. He can see how wet your are and every flutter your cute cunt does, his thumbs rub gentle circles against your plush skin in a way to encourage you to bend down.

Meanwhile, you're staring right at his raging red cock, watching as it twitches with anticipation, just so desperately wanting to dig itself inside of something. His pretty balls are so round and full, full of his precious seed, waiting to release all of its contents. Slowly you start to bend down, hand gripping him at the base, and the other hand resting at his hips. You open your mouth to take his tip, warm wet tongue wrapping around it, lightly sucking it as you dance your tongue around. He groans as he roll his head back, taking a moment to gather himself before latching onto your overstimulated pussy, and when he does he lets out a low hum once he gets a taste of your essence — your honeyed flavor just as he imagined.

So decadent, so creamy, he can’t get enough of it as his mouth is literally ravenous against you. And god does it feel so fucking good, his mouth, the tight greedy grip on your ass, and his hard veiny cock in your mouth. It’s magical how sex can literally change someone, from being a quiet reserved person to an absolute fucking freak, a cock drunk slut — feeling like just sucking his cock isn’t enough, you need him literally rearranging every organ, every bone, every blood cell, every fucking atom in your body. Dramatic? Yes, but who can even blame you right now?

Your hands and mouth are hard at work, licking, slurping, and sucking his cock while your hands play with his warm fat balls. Enjoying the way he gags you every single time.

His mouth is wide open on your pussy, literally sucking the entirety of your swollen cunt into his mouth before his tongue abuses your clit, enjoying the way the bundle of nerves feels on his tongue. And he’s growling into your cunt like a feral dog, hands so harshly slapping your ass with each suck. Then he starts tongue fucking you, long sharp tongue tasting your insides like he’s trying to desperately get nectar from inside you. It’s all too new for you, it’s different but you love how his tongue feels, the way it curls and prods inside is absolutely incredible.

“Fuck Toji!” You squeak, taking a quick break to collect yourself.

“Pussy so fucking good, baby” he slurs against you, it has you rolling your eyes back before going back to suck him.

And then he feels it, his orgasm. “Fuck! Stop, stop” he groans into your pussy, you look back confused and questioning him, “I’m gonna cum, just leave me” he waves you off and you just let yourself fall onto his beefy thighs, moaning and whimpering out as he continues to abuse your poor pussy.

It’s too good, his talented tongue, his warm mouth, you grind yourself on his face. Nails digging into the skin of his thighs, as you practically start crying out. “T-tojiiiii, I’m cumming~!” Your whine, looking back at him stuffing his face full of you — it’s so fucking hot, the way he’s just gripping onto you so desperately, shaking his head from side to side.

He slaps your ass as a way to say ‘do it all over my face’ and you do, he doesn’t let a single drop go to waste, still latching on to you for dear life. Tears start falling as you try to escape his mouth, begging him to let you go.

And he does, he lets out a loud sigh of contempt before slapping your ass one more time. Legs are shaking as you come down from your high, but you still manage to get up from him and the couch. You looked so disheveled, so fucked, and he loves it. You throw yourself on the other side of the couch, totally beat.

Toji swiftly gets up and flips you over with such ease, making your face dig into the plush couch with your ass high up in the air, calloused hands smoothing over your soft skin. Dick prodding at your soaked entrance, watching as you desperately try to suck him in.

“Say, sweetheart…you wanna tell me what happened the other night?” He asked, mainly demanding you tell him as he slips his fat tip inside your tight hole, making him groan — lip getting caught in between his teeth.

“W-what?” You say, innocently.

“Don’t act dumb now. You don’t needa’ be shy no more, tell me what happened.”

He’s so fucking cocky, slowly rolling his hips into you as you take your time to respond. “The picture?” He hums in agreement, “I umm-mmph! I-I told you to send it because-!” Toji pulls out his cock almost all the way before slamming right back into you, muttering a ‘go on’ between thrusts. “Because I was h-horny! Ah!” It’s like music to his ears, your filthy confession.

“Made you horny didn’t I? Made you touch your cute pussy to my picture, huh? C’mon baby, tell me all the nasty details” he coos as he fucking you at such a fast pace, the sound of slapping echoes throughout the living room.

But you can’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence, one because he’s fucking you so rough, and two because your absolutely embarrassed right now. And he stops, still burried so deep inside you, “you don’t talk, I don’t fuck. That’s how this works, princess” he’s soooo mean, why does he want you to tell him so bad? He already knows you touched yourself; he doesn't need to know more.

You guys stay like that for a while, both stubborn, but he’s worse and it makes you break. “I was so horny, I…I touched myself to your picture!” You cried out, and he finally starts to fuck you back, this time rougher, faster, deeper. And you fucking love it, body lundging forward with each filthy thrust. “A-and I squirted!” You sob out, that’s just what he wanted to hear, it makes him laugh, making you feel like he’s making fun of you — he kinda is but he won’t say it out loud.

“That’s my good girl…now let me see how many times I can make you do it better”

God you want him to make you squirt so bad — so bad you start fucking him back, ass meeting his abdomen with each thrust. “Yeaaaa, fuck me back, just like that” he loves how nasty you’re getting for him, most girls just let him manhandle them but you’re taking matters into your own hands and it’s so fucking hot to him.

Minutes pass and you're already on the brink of your second orgasm of the night, and he feels it, the way your walls tighten around him so snug makes him moan. And it’s also driving closer and closer to his end as well, you know because his thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier, but he’s still fast with his thrusts which makes your poor head spin. A few more minutes and the both of you are cumming soooo hard, his seed coating your walls in creamy white. Your body falls limp, trembling as he continues to nurse both orgasms, it feels like there’s no end to his thrusts though — still so deep inside you making you cry.

“Thought you didn’t want a geezer, huh? This old man makin’ you cry now?” God you wish he could just zip it for a moment, you're trying so hard not to ruin you couch with cum right now — or perhaps your squirting, cause that’s creeping up on you. You try to warn Toji but he just ignores you, and suddenly you feel his foot reach up to rest on your head. You're absolutely shocked, audibly gasping as you grip onto the couch even tighter, cause now he’s deeper than before.

“Gonna fill you up with all my cum, make you pregnant. Make your belly so plump with my baby, yeah?” You just cry out, tears staining your face and cushion beneath you. And then you squirt, so loud and hard, it feels never ending as you keep gushing out. Toji groans, watching as it just flows out from you, chuckling as he catches some with his fingers before smearing it all over your ass.

“Holy fucking shit, sweetheart!” He chuckles, fingers going back to catch the last gush before bringing them up to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you. “So fuckin’ sweet, doll” he says smirking, “did that vibrator make you squirt this good, or is it just me, hmm?”

“Youyouyouyou! Fuck, Toji please, stop!” You beg, his foot still restraining your head. He tilts his to the side, “don’t think so, sweets. I still haven’t came yet” he coos mockingly, and it annoys you so bad. But sooner than later he’s pumping you full of his load, pulling out to watch all his pretty cum drip from your bullied cunt — removing his foot now to get a better view — groaning as he stares, fingers sliding up to push it back inside you and you whine as you try to push your hips away, but his hands are faster as he stops you.

“Don’t run, baby. This is for your own good”

Yeah, of course having you arched up like a cat in heat with his foot smashing your head is for your own good, sure your neck is gonna be sore for the next week — shit even your legs, but it’s definitely for your own good! His fingers keep pumping you, curling inside you as he fucks his cum back inside, all while having the most sinister smirk plastered on his scared lips. “Hmmm, should I stop now?” You instantly tell small weak ‘yeses’ which makes him chuckle low, “oh really? I should? Alright then.” He takes out his fingers and sits back, watching you try to catch your breath from behind. You can feel his gaze haunting you, and it’s takes you a while to process what the fuck just happened…

‘His foot…on my head?’ That’s a position you didn’t know was a thing, and it’s a lot more gentle than it looks, he wasn’t pressing hard at all but it still caught you by surprise.

After a few minutes you realize he isn’t doing anything, so you slowly turn to look behind you and he’s just sitting there looking bored, resting his jaw on his fist as he waits for you to notice. “Wh-what?” You ask pathetically, “thought you were gonna fall asleep on me.” He’s almost slurring his words, adding to his bored aura. You let yourself fall to lay on your side, somehow still breathless, breathing loudly through your nose.

One of Toji’s hands goes up to rub your leg, then shortly crawling to lay next to you, faces centimeters apart — noses on the brink of touching. He lifts the same leg he was rubbing up on his hip, his crimson tip tickling your entrance as he inches himself closer. “Do you want it?” He asks, tone weirdly sweet as he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Come on, doll, don’t leave me in the dust.” He says while chuckling, enjoying your fucked expression, “lemme hear your pretty voice”.

“Mmhm, I wan-i want you” you whine, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss, that’s surprisingly so intimate yet still sloppy. Tongues dance around each like a valse, the way your lips sometimes wonder a little on each other's faces, the loud sucking of lips as the two of you moan into it. He’s an exceptional kisser, that scar tickling you just right making you deepen the kiss a little more, enjoying the way he feels, the way he tastes. Your heart skips a beat as you realize what you're doing, no one has ever kissed you this long and this good — it feels amazing.

Slowly he slides himself back into your cum-filled hole, making you break away from the kiss briefly, hissing from the pressure of his fat cock. “Fuuuck” you whisper, trailing your kiss onto his neck then his toned chest. The roll on his hips is so sensual, slow and steady as he’s enjoying the way you wrap around so tightly — making him moan.

“Yeah, like that, princess?” You nod as your lips are occupied with kissing his chest, “shiiiit~ gonna fucking breed this pussy of yours, fill you up with all my babies, you want that huh? You love it” the more he speaks the faster he gets, like his own words make him more needier. Your moans are slurred and raspy, letting yourself bounce on his dick, feeling that good burning stretch he gives you — so cock hungry.

“Tell me how much you love it, doll”

“Fuck yessss, I love it, Toji~”

Your words make him flash you a toothy grin, fingers painfully digging into your hips as he fucks you faster, balls happily slapping against you. “Mmhm? Gonna let me cum in you again, right?” All you could muster is a pathetic nod, face contorting as he reaches into new places inside you.

“Yesyesyesyesss, please cum inside me, please Toji”

And it’s like words of encouragement as he swiftly flips you over so that you’re now beneath him, hands pinning you down by your shoulders as he fucks you sooooo deep — kissing your sweet cervix like he had something to prove. It’s absolutely feral, his hips slam against your hips almost painfully, like he’s gonna break them apart — you're so convinced you might need a hip replacement after this. All you could let out of your pretty lips is breathy moans as you grip onto his wrists, “hmph Tojiiiii~!”

“That’s it baby…take it, such a good g-girl fa’me”

He’s twitching now, the urge to cum becoming stronger. His hands fly to your hips to lift you up a bit higher, getting an even better angle to fuck you at, which has your a whining mess. Eyes rolled back, maw slacked open, letting out such filthy raspy moans. Your hands find their way onto your tits, playing and kneading your plush skin around, the urge to pop one in your mouth is so tempting.

You open your eyes to catch a glimpse of Toji, who’s staring right at your pussy, watching how he disappears inside you with ease. Slowly and mindlessly you pop one of your nipples inside your mouth, tongue swirling around before sucking on it.

“Oh? You wanna put on a show for me? That it?” He moans, he’s never seen a girl do that before, but it’s so hot how your just staring up at him as your licking yourself, “filthy fuckin’ girl — look at you” he grunts out, making his balls twitch with even more need to release once again.

“Cock makin’ you so dumb, you gotta start playing with yourself like that?” He scoffs as he shakes his head, just the pure sight of is making him so horny, “f-fuck” he groans.

Moments later you both cum, you look like you're getting exorcised, and he’s still pumping himself deep inside, making sure none of his cum gets wasted. “Mmmnh! Toji pleasepleasepleaseeee stop~” you beg him for the last time and he finally listens, pulling out of you with a loud filthy squelch before collapsing on top of you — giving you his full body weight.

You're just so limp, a mere doll now as he manhandled you, switching positions so that you're both on your sides, flushed against each other. He’s hugging you tightly, your face buried into his neck — smelling his manly cologne. The last few hours were the best hours of your life, the long awaited sex was just what you needed after stressing over finals. You could almost thank yourself for stress drinking, because if you didn’t you wouldn’t have met this handsome hunk. Thank you college for making me stress the fuck out! :p

[bloomness]

omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request

headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!

⋆˚࿔ cheer fever

being the mha boys' cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)

— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)

contains: f!reader, fluff, established relationship

authors note: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.

following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.

eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!

he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.

after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).

walks you home after cheer practice.

one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.

half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.

he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)

forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”

still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.

tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.

no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.

after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.

+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.

hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.

when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!

hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”

carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.

fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”

when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.

[justasecretflower]

🤍- ouran host club with a Pregnant! S/o

Characters are all older.

Ouran! High school host club

~fluff.

Honey Senpai🍰

- He’s so sweet with you!

- you guys eat cake with each other 24/7

- offers to carry you everywhere if your feet hurt, he’s insanely strong and can lift you up easily.

- gets you all of your cravings.

- lets you hold his bunny when you have mood swings💕

- gets the baby their own bunny before they’re born with the name you picked embroidered on the ear.

- when you cry, he cries.

- you’re crying because you can’t have a craving? So is he, you’re crying because you just saw a video of a baby seal? So is he, you’re crying because you love the baby you haven’t even met yet? So is he, also he’s holding onto the ultrasound with a death grip

- speaks to your belly alllll the time like atp if people are around him they’d think an actual, real adult was speaking to him he’s so engaged in the little conversations with your belly.

“Hmm should we have strawberry or coconut cake first baby…let’s choose both!”

“You know I’ve been so excited to meet you, me and your momma. Look! Here’s a picture of you!” As he shows your belly and ultrasound

“Good morning baby, how are we feeling today?”

“Goodnight baby! Dont give your mommy a hard time this night alright?” He would whisper, kissing your belly goodnight with a bright smile.

- if someone makes you cry or feel insecure about having a big belly he just gives them a look and they run away.

-cries when he sees the tiny baby clothes.

Tamaki Suoh 🌹

- he’s so dramatic 🙄ughhh

- “are your feet tired my love?! You’ve walked 20 minutes already today! Your feet must hurt my baby must be kicking in there ready to rest!”

“Someone get my darling a foot massage and a back massage spa day booked right now please! She must be hurting all over!”

- he’s making sure you don’t move an inch.

- knows more about what you should and should not do pregnant more than you do?

- gets all of your cravings x10. Like, you want some corn? Suddenly, there’s fried corn, corn on the cob, corn off the cob, creamed corn, popcorn, corn and beans, corn on some mashed potatoes. Everywhere, and you best bet they’re the best corn that they could possibly get.

- he finds your bump so cute, you have new maternity pictures every month with a new theme he puts on the wall blown up in size.

- girl dad. Just saying…

- sometimes he just randomly stops his whole charming prince act, gets on his knees and hugs your bump, sighing in contentment.

- spoils the baby rotten before they’re even here.

Kyoya Ootori

-now..you’re not gonna like this but he’s a little disconnected to the child until he meets them irl.

- like, he just finds the kid a tiny bump on his wife’s belly.

-sometimes, you’ll catch him staring at the ultrasound, tracing the outline of the baby carefully.

- he hates getting woken up, but if you’re sick in the middle of the night he’s immediately at your side rubbing your back and asking for some staff to help.

- researches about all of your symptoms, cravings, mood swings, what happens to the body during pregnancy and during the after math in postpartum.

- already has a therapist and a calm down room for you if you get ppd or ppr so that you can simply feel at peace.

-he cares more about you ngl.

“My dear no- you can’t deli meat like that it’s highly risky for salmonella. Put it back now.”

Kaoru Hitachiin

- cries so hard when you found out. Just fell to his knees and started crying.

- he’s more open about his feelings, much softer than his brother, so he’ll talk to the bump and tell you everything he’s feeling, asking in turn how you’re feeling as well and if you need anything.

- very very understanding of your pain.

“I know, I know, you’ll be okay, I understand that it hurts right now though”

“Hey we’ll get through this, what do you need right now?”

When you throw up or are having severe back and feet pains.

- doesn’t let anybody comment or joke about your belly if it makes you insecure. He kisses it and tells you how much he loves you and your belly.

Hikaru Hitachiin

- you’ve never seen him so serious in your entire life.

-it’s like he’s a different person?,.

- he’s extra careful, makes sure you’re protected and feel safe.

-he jokes with you when you feel like you’re in pain or when you’re throwing up to make you feel better.

- finds you absolutely radient when pregnant lemme say..

“It’s so small!” When holding up baby clothes.

- puts his headphones on your belly to have your baby listen to music.

- when you try to do anything that you used to do like play fight or pillow fights he’ll barely even use strength.

“Come on Hikaru you seriously can’t even aim for me anymore?”

“I was! It just went the other way!”

“Hikaru it’s in the bathroom toilet.”

- keeps the ultrasound in his wallet.

Takashi Morinozuka

- 100% your #1 protector

- you’re not lifting a finger near anything that’s easily breakable or that can hurt you.

- one of the times you saw him break the non chalent act is when you first saw the ultrasound. He took a breath in and his eyes lightly lit up

- you’re never on the ground. Like, he’s always carrying you everywhere..

“Mori i can walk you know.”

Mori- “😒…”

- loves to feel the baby kick! He will literally sprint over to you if you say that the baby is kicking

“Mori do you think I’m fat?”

“No.”

“You😭definitely 😭 do😭”

“😟…”

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles, he cannot get OFF OF YOU!!

- spooning you, he’s big spoon ofc, hugging you from behind, having your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you bridal style.

Ritsu Kasanoda

-sobbed when he found out you were pregnant

-he’s such a softie like

- he crotchets the baby plushies

- gets the baby blankets, pillows, stuff for their wall, so much stuff, so many toys…

- when he smiles the biggest is when he’s leaning his head on your belly and stroking it gently, talking to the little one inside.

- constantly worried about what’s good or bad for you.

- “hi honey, how’re you feeling today?”

“My precious baby inside of this belly.”

“I’d burn the world for you and I haven’t even met you yet precious baby.”

-his staff is terrified, if they make even the slightest comment about your belly negatively.

-if someone does certainly they’re a rookie because nobody from his syndicate would say that.

- sobs when he goes to ultrasounds with you.

- reads parenting books. Tries to. He can’t focus for that long but when he can he’s reading parenting books.

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[russetfoxfur]

had the worst idea ever

💫star-of-the-show reblogged badassplum . . .

🔮the-universe-leads Follow

hey guys can we talk about the way the starromantics are appropriating the moonromantic flag? ive seen way too many ppl be just. chill with it??? saying mistfog like """"oh well the moon and stars are basically the same things"""" like babes have yall never looked up at the sky. those two things are Very Much Not The Same!!!!!

🍤plates-to-heaven Follow

the flags literally aren't? anything the same??? are you still using the moonro flag by stagefright-stardust. that guy was outed as a dischanger you know

🔮the-universe-leads

Wow! a clueless entitled vaugardian who without any proof decides that any astros are dischangers! stars could we just stop with the bigotry. anyways you're blinding wrong Look At This Fog:

like literally the starro flag is just two less stripes than the moonro flag. could yall not stick a moon or star onto one of them to show the difference

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Good Change, astros are annoying. We get it! You're all hopelessly infatuated with the night sky! You know alllll the little lights up there because you studied soooooo hard to get an A+ on the test!!! Leave the rest of us alone!

🔮the-universe-leads

my brother in stardust This Is Basic Knowledge

🔮the-universe-leads

like if this were me trying to get you to name the stars in the sky then yea id see how thats absurd but like???? how do ppl live like this?????

starsaboveearthbelow-deactivated

op i feel your pain :[ EDIT I KNOW ITS ASTRONOMY STOP CORRECTING ME

😺joyofjouvente666 Follow

Whats the difference between an astromantic and an islander /genuine

starsaboveearthbelow-deactivated

islanders are people from that Unnamed Island (you know the one, don't think about it). because its an island. this is most people. now scholars speculate that the Unnamed Island was really weird about stars. astromantics are people who feel like their romantic life is tied up with the island/stars. honestly im just a tranny dyke so i cant tell you what thats like

🔮the-universe-leads

so firstly YEAH! yeah i wish astro trauma was more talked about in the astro community! like calling stagefright a dischanger or just hating on astros. anyway obviously stagefright's not a dischanger but apparently like most astros she was taking refuge in vaugarde. However due to recent circumstances relating to a certain monarch,

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as a starro i think youre stupid. they literally have a difference of two stripes!!! i bet youre not even a real astro. to my starro followers: you all are so valid and dont allow petty infighters like op to divide us astros!

🍤plates-to-heaven

well actually while youre right about the infighting thing yall do need a better flag than the standard one stagefright made. i drew this in like less than a minute (forgive the messiness i edited this at 2AM my time)

💎jewel8gem6

that looks blinding awful. are you astrophobic or something thats such a joke. blocking you

🍤plates-to-heaven

these are crabbing sketches??? not the real thing??? i know this is piss-on-the-poor website but come on

💎 jewel8gem6

Haha. what a fool you are to think me poor of reading comprehension skills. I am far above a blinded fool like you. Do you know what its like, being astromantic? every day people send me asks on anon yelling at me about my ugly white NATURAL hair, and you're just as bad as them. this is a disgrace to the astromantic community. you say in your bio that you are supportive of all astros but are you really? when you can create such mistfog as pictured above??? if you do not delete those pictures off your blog i will sneak into your house and suck off all your teeth one by one so you cannot speak your awful opinions aloud. i will tell the universe to kill your family and curse you with immortality so you can watch and suffer as horribly as i did laying my eyes upon these """""flags""""". wither and waste in the agony of your own unfulfilling and insignificant life, worthless vaugardian. be blinded forever idiot >:/

🔮the-universe-leads

i feel like this post is kind of getting off track could we talk about the flags again. plates' flags looked kinda cool and weren't cheap copies of each other

💎jewel8gem6

you SUPPORT this fool? you SUPPORT plates, who ruins the delicate harmony of astromantic spaces through xyr tasteless insults and mockeries??? how dare you calm yourself an astro op. TRUE astros must walk through fire in order to find any happiness in their perpetual incompletion. for example, i have been persecuted by ka buan officials for my sexuality, nearly slain by vaugardian defenders, and then forced to flee to mwudu in order to survive the king. fools such as you are the reasons we haven't found the island yet. a kiddie like you needs to go back to potty training if you think plates has any credibility whatsoever. go burn up in the atmosphere and let not a soul tell where you lie

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Anyone in this thread eat crab

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Official Astromantic Post!

🔮the-universe-leads

i made this two blinding months ago and forgot about it are you seriously like. a vaugardian

👩🏿‍❤️‍👨🏼 mirafrin4ever Follow

EW AN ASTRO!!! go back to the ocean you mooneyed crabs. don't you crabbing weirdos know not to infest holy everchanging sites like tumblr with your weird stupid sky obsession. lol

🔮the-universe-leads

Saviorshipper. blocked

🍤plates-of-heaven

savior shipper, bolcked

💎jewel8gem6

Ew, saviorshipper. blocked

🦜pioupiou-9377 Follow

wow i cant believe ive found the original! ive only seen this in screenshots! and its only four months old!!!

🔮the-universe-leads

someone wish me out of existence already

#wow only six months old lol? this post is a mess. thx for putting this on my dash mira #poor op #islander talk #moot talk #longpost #shitpost #< i hope

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💫 star-of-the-show-2 . . .

@.star-of-the-show tutorial for you stardust! i want you sososo bad

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[peacheeeliz]

031. there it is (wc: 868)

“You are just too cute when you're drunk, you know that, right?” You question, squeezing Sunghoon's cheeks with your palms. His lips form a pout, forcing a quiet laugh out of you. “I obviously need to pay more attention to you, or you just drink bottle after bottle.”

A movie plays quietly in the background, long forgotten as the two of you went through various soju bottles. Not long after arriving, Sunghoon was able to find his place right next to you on your couch, sharing his convenience store goodies with you for your last-minute dinner plans together. A moment so familiar, yet your cheeks grow a nice pink color at the closeness between you two – and it wasn't the alcohol speaking.

The man nods, staring at you with heavy-lidded eyes as he nuzzles closer into your hand. You freeze at the action, hair standing up down your arms. “Please pay attention to me alllll the time,” he mumbles, holding one of your hands with his. “All I need is your eyes on me, baby.”

“Who knew being drunk would make you so bold,” you tease, softly rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “And affectionate. Didn't think you could get even more cuddly than before.”

“Only for you, my beautiful wife,” he whispers, escaping your hold on his face and falling straight into your arms. He buries his face into your shoulder, “being with you makes me so happy.”

“Aww, hubby,” you start, hands finding their way to his back and gently stroking the fabric of his shirt. “Being with you makes me happy, too.”

He grows silent for a moment, maybe because he's content in your arms. Or maybe his mind is racing, and his heart is pounding right out of his chest, struggling to come up with even a word to say next. “Now that Third Life is coming to an end,” he pauses, never looking up to meet your eyes. “Will we still be… I don't know… married?” He questions but doesn't give you the chance to respond. “I know Newly Weds will always be popular amongst the fans, and we'll always be friends, but… I like how it is now. Being married to you.”

“You like being married to me?” You ask. It's all you can muster, as your thoughts are running wild at the man's question.

He nods, finally lifting his head up to look at you. “I love being married to you,” he answers, his eyes sparkling. “The idea of you teaming up with someone other than me makes me sick. What if people start shipping you with them instead? And forget about us?”

You smile at him sweetly, hand finding his cheek again with a soft touch. “Hoonie, no matter who I team up with or get shipped with,” you pause, struggling not to laugh at his wavering eyes. “They will never be you.”

He goes quiet again, really taking the time to process your words. He lowers his head back into your shoulder, face heating up all the way to the tip of his ears. “You can't just say shit like that, Y/Nie…” He murmurs, shaking his head. “I can't handle it.”

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease, patting the back of his head with a quiet laugh.

He lifts his head up once more, eyes bright as they stare up at you. “Your baby, right?”

“Hey, if I can't say stuff like that, neither can you,” you joke, soothing his hair back. Still, he only responds with a pout. You let out a soft sigh, “but, yes. My baby.”

A smile grows across his face, reaching his hands up to cup your cheeks. Despite initiating it, the proximity between the two of you has his mind going haywire. “God, I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be with you,” he mutters, taking a deep breath. “If only it was more than just some fake marriage from a Minecraft server.”

You're taken aback by his bold words, eyes wide at the fact that just a few drinks would have all this spilling out of him. “Who says it has to be just that?” You question, tilting your head to the side.

His stomach turns, and his heart begins pounding even hard – if it was even possible – and his head dips down again. “What did I say about saying stuff like that?” He whines even more as you laugh at his response.

“You said it first!” You say, struggling to hold back your laughter. “Come on, say it again,” you continue, urging him to look back up at you. “I wanna hear you say it again.”

“You're evil,” his pout returns, looking back at you with almost glossy eyes. When you don't say anything else, he sighs. “... I want more than this,” he pauses. “I want more than some weird Minecraft series ship… Y/N, I want you.”

“There it is,” you tease, a big smile playing on your lips. You tilt his head up by his chin, adoring the way his cheeks flush at the situation. “God, have I told you how cute you are?”

“Many times,” he answers.

“Good,” you reply, leaning in until his lips meet yours.

synopsis ⤏ popular youtubers team up on all new minecraft smp, quick to name themselves the "newly weds" after sunghoon gifts y/n a poppy. but will these romantic endeavors between the two just be "for the lore," or will feelings blossom?

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[mmmilkweed]

can we get another wife rant

I miss your rants

oh man haven't I sang her praise enough?

That was a trick question, it's never enough. This whole situation brought a lot of things to light, at least for me. A lot about how I conduct myself and the people I surround myself with, the choices I make and how many of them I regret - having Sushi as my wife is not one of them. I don't think I even understood how much she changed me until I sat down and thought about it for the past two weeks. I mean.. I changed myself a lot from when I was a kid, but Sushi? Pushed me to change even more. I think that's just the type of soul she is. Ya'll remember how I said I was an angry, spiteful quiet person when Sushi met me? Man, I was even worse before that. That was the mild era - growing up changes your perspective I guess. I digress - man, I was a horrible kid. Think.. anti-SJW reddit edgelord to the worst degree. And then somehow turn that into a trans man who goes to drag karaoke shows, plasters and makes ceasefire posters and is married to an autistic woman. I think that if my 13 year old self saw myself now, he'd try to kill me or he'd be so ashamed he'd dig a hole and never get out out of it. wanker back to the topic - While the change was for me (freshly discovered I might be a man and generally no longer coping well with all the issues in my life at the time. ''edgy'' didn't feel as good as being kind did), I'm glad I pushed myself head first into it. I think that if I didn't, I might have missed my soulmate. Man did she change me more. Or, well, I did, for her. I wanted her to like me so bad I ditched my horribly edgy (toxic? Hard to say, I don't think I fit into an all man friend group all that well. We were drifting apart by then either way since all the jokes became.. distasteful by time time i stopped viewing the world as a joke and more like injustice to the people i was making fun of) friends to hang out with her more. Found new people that broadened my horizons, changed my views. Made me speak. Perfect timeline in the end it seems, since we're married

.. I still find myself in my 13 year old selves shoes sometimes. I try not to, sure, I try to pick the nicest decisions daily, the kindest outcomes, but that's just in the way I... choose to behave?. I wasn't always like this - this is just a conscious choice I keep making every day I wake up. I feel like everyday I'm trying to make up for my 13 year olds actions. Sometimes I wonder if I'm lying to myself and others. Aaand I still laugh at horribly edgy jokes. I mean, just look at the one that got me in trouble. Million different ways I could have worded that, and yet. Feels like I'll never TRULY outrun that kid or the way I grew up... And then she comes in and reminds me that I already changed a lot and that I still have the power to change even more. She reminds me that love is forgiving and patient and that sometimes you ought to get a slap on the wrist and alllll you get to do it accept it and be better. Sometimes I'm truly, utterly jealous of her radiance - I fight to be better, while it seems like she was brought down to this world as an angel already. bleh

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