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lawsvalentine · 3 months

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Them as your Valentine

• OP Men HC • (Fluff)

Characters: Monster Trio, Usopp, Law

CW: some uggestive content, fluff, bit of humor

Cee’s Note: A bit late but Happy Valentine’s Day!!🫶🏽 Hope y’all had a wonderful Valentine’s.

Luffy

Didn’t even know Valentine’s day was a thing 😭

When he noticed you pouting and distant he was so confused until Nami practically smacked him and told him

After it was explained to him, Luffy would practically run all over the ship trying to find you

When he does find you he tackles you and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug

“Luffy what the-“

“Hehe will you be my valentine or are you still mad at me?”

Luffy won’t make big gestures but he definitely will be extra clingy and affectionate

Giving you lots of kisses and holding you close to him at all times

He will show you (more ways than one) how much he loves you 🥹

Zoro

Didn’t know that he still had to ask you to be his valentine even though you two were already together 😭

“Why do I have to ask? You’re my girlfriend”

“You still have to ask 😒”

“But why-“

“You don’t love me 😢”

Finally asked you only after you threatened to make Sanji your valentine 😭

Is knew to the whole romance thing so don’t expect huge gestures

At best he gave you flowers that he stole got from Usopp’s garden sgshdj

Even though it’s not much, he definitely will make up for it later that night in the bedroom 🤭

Sanji

Oh he was prepared for this 🤭

He asked you to be his valentine even before you even thought about it

The entire day feels like something out of a romance movie

He wakes you with heart shaped pancakes and a bouquet of flowers

Literally spent all his berries on gifts for you such as a neckace and a beautiful dress with shoes to match

After begging the rest of the crew to not interfere, he prepared a candle lit dinner just for the two of you

He is literally the perfect valentine and you were ready to get on your knees by the end of the night to show your gratitude 🌝

Usopp

Even though you two been a couple for a while, usopp still felt nervous asking you to be his valentine 🥺

He crafted a big heart spelling out “Be my Valentine” in his workshop for you

He also made you a bracelet he crafted himself

He may embellish a bit about the bracelet by telling his signature captain usopp stories sgdhdj

“Oh this isn’t an ordinary bracelet”

“Oh?”

“Yeah it was personally gifted to me from this queen from an island. It was a thank you for saving her kingdom by none other than I, the great captain Usopp!”

“🧍🏽‍♀️”

He’s lucky he is cute lol

Law

Just like Zoro, he doesn’t understand why he has to ask you to be his valentine when you two were already together

Even when you pout he still will think you’re being silly

You will practically give him the silent treatment all day and he acts unbothered by it but deep down he started to miss your presence while he worked

Will show up at your bedroom door when you least expect it with a sheepish look on his face and a book behind his back

After hesitantly taking the book, you were pleasantly surprised to find it filled with love poems

“Look on the back of the book”

You read it aloud:

“ ‘Sorry for being an ass. You mean so much to me. Even with your sass, my love for you will never flee.’”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the terribly written poem which caused Law’s cheeks to tint red, claiming he was a doctor not a poet shdhjddn

Nonetheless you gave him a kiss and spent the rest of your Valentine’s night under the sheets 😉

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strniohoeee · 7 months

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N travels to the US for the triplets tour, and what happens when Matt takes a little extra liking to her, and invites her beyond backstage.This is for a request I got asking for an international reader having some fun backstage with Matt😏

Warnings⚠️: This is SMUT. I mean I think there’s smacking like one time. Other than that it’s POUNDTOWNNNNNN

Song for the imagine: Backstage Passes- EST Gee, Jack Harlow

Read part 2 here🫶🏽

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

These girls will do anything for some backstage passes

Yeah lights, camera, action

I had flown into the US for the triplets tour because I loved them so much, and simply couldn’t pass on this offer. I was so sad they weren’t touring international, but I was so fortunate to be able to go to the US for them.

I had arrived to the states, and had two days to kill before the tour. This was easy I went shopping, out to eat and just chilled in my hotel room.

The day of the tour I was up and out early, so I could get a good spot on the line. I had seen that many people were waiting hours to get in, and I didn’t want to be that person.

I had pre show small talk meet and greet, pre show photo op, and I had backstage passes. I mean I loved these guys so fucking much I had to interact with them at any cost

I waited a good two hours before we got in for the small talk, and when it was my turn I was so nervous and excited!!

I first met Nick. I ran over to him, and gave him a hug

“Hii, how are you?” He asked giving me a hug

“I’m good! How are you?” I asked him

“I’m good thank you” he said

We took pictures together and chatted before I moved onto Chris, and it was the same with him picture videos and chatting.

It was now my turn to say hi to Matt, and this is who I was the most nervous for because I was team Matt, and he looked so fucking good today

“Hi! So nice to see you” he said giving me a hug

“Hii! It’s so good to see you! How are you?” I asked him

“I’m good! How are you?” He asked me

“I’m good! I’m rooting for team blue” I told him flaunting off my blue outfit

“I see that! We’re gonna win tonight baby” he said, but my head lingered on him saying baby….

“I have backstage passes, so I’ll be there to congratulate you when you win” I said to him

“Oh yeah?” He responded giving me a smirk, am I going crazy, or is Matt being flirty with me????

“You already know!” I told him

That interaction ended, and then we did the photo op, and we waited for the show to start which took a few hours of waiting, so I snacked and drank some water

After the show was over, and Chris had won I was devastated. Matt had this in the bag, but he fumbled horribly. Tril came out to perform, and then by 9:30 they were calling everyone for backstage to get on line. I waited on this line while they did the after show photo op.

I was the third and final group. I was so nervous and excited, and I just couldn’t wait to see Matt again so we can talk about him losing

I had met Chris and then Nick. We chatted and took pictures together, and even filmed a few tik toks. Finally I was the last person to talk to Matt

“So good to see you again” he said before giving me a hug

“So great to see you. You had that in the bag I thought you would’ve won” I said to him as he signed my stuff

“Man, I know! I was so so close” he said shaking his head

“Maybe next time? I could be your partner next time, and we’ll win” I told him

“Oh with you on my team. Id be winning in every aspect” HES FUCKING FLIRTING HE IS

“Is that so?” I asked with a flirty ring to my tone

“Very much so. You in another body con dress…on my side. Yeah I’d be winning” he said winking

The wink? The fucking wink?? I know I’m not going crazy.

At this point the security was telling everyone that there was two more minutes before it was over.

Matt went over to speak to the security guards, and they nodded while looking at me.

“Hey so stay at the back of the line, I want to chat with you a little longer” Matt told me

“Oh okay sure!” I said super excited. Its not everyday that a fan gets to stay extra long backstage with their celebrity crush

Everyone had left, and they shut the door before I walked out.

“Hey follow me” Matt said as he started to walk to another door that led to another long corridor

I followed him till we got to an extra room. I assume it was for any of their guests that came to this venue

Matt had locked the door. Something I took note of

“Take a seat” he said gesturing to the couch in the corner

I sat down, and he sat next to me. Not too far, but not too close either

“So…” I said trying to break the silence

“What would you do for backstage passes” he suddenly blurted out

“Ummm pay for them?” I said laughing

“No. I mean like if you couldn’t buy them, and all you could do was bribe your way in…what would you do” he asked me now completely turned towards me

“I’d do just about anything” I told him

“Would you suck a dick” he said

“Matt….where’s this going?” I asked getting a little uncomfortable

“Would you suck a dick for backstage passes” he asked again

“I mean it depends” I told him

“Depends on?” He said prying

“Depends on who they are, and if I find them hot” I told him

“So would you suck my dick, would you fuck me for more backstage passes?” He asked licking his lips

“Matt that’s….I don’t know” I told him looking down

“Well look at me. I’m powerful, I’m hot it’s not everyday I’m asking a girl this question” he said standing up

“I…” I simply could not form an answer

“What if I said you had to suck my dick.” He responded now standing in front of me

“Why would I have to suck your dick?” I asked looking up at him

“Because I’m in charge, and I said so” he told me

“And if I Don't want to” I said back

“Then there’s the door” he said moving and waiting for me to get up, but my feet weren’t moving

“Exactly my point. You want to” he said now standing in front of me again

“I never said that” I told him back

“So then leave” he said pointing to the door

“No” I told him, honestly my mouth was moving fast than brain

“So then stop talking, and use that mouth of yours to suck my cock” he said. My mouth dropped. I was genuinely shocked by his vulgarness. This was not Matt

Within a few seconds my hands were on his waistband and I was tugging his pants down allowing his dick to spring upwards

Am I really about to suck thee Matt Sturniolos dick?? God what has my life come to, and I never want this to end

“You in that tight dress hugging your every curve has made me so fucking horny” he said petting my face

“Now suck” he said lightly smacking my face

My mouth opened and immediately I took his dick into my mouth. Allowing him to slide all the way to the back of my throat before I gagged

“Fuck” he said inhaling sharply

I pulled back, licking the tip and sucking harshly before going back down. Jerking whatever wasn’t in my mouth with my right hand

I had to take a second to get my breathing back, so I slowly started to stroke his dick.

“You look so hot with your mascara running down your face, and your lips all swollen” he said looking down at me

“You look so hot like that with your dick in my hand” I said looking up at him through my lashes

“Do you wanna fuck?” He asked

“Yes” I said looking up at him and licking my lips

“Good cause so do I” he said lifting me up and placing me on the table that was in the room

He started kissing my neck and down to my collar bone

“I don’t kiss, I hope you understand” he said looking at me

“Tuh. But you fuck and get your dick sucked?” I asked rolling my eyes

“Yeah cause I’m in charge. I say what goes” he said looking at me sternly

“Yeah whatever you say” I said back to him smugly

He slid my dress up and moved my underwear to the side

“So fucking wet” he said slowly rubbing my clit

“Fuck Matt” I said sighing and throwing my head back a little bit

He started to jerk his own dick before slowly inserting himself into me.

“Fuckkkk” I said now completely throwing my head back

“Ready?” He asked me grabbing onto my hips

“Yes please” I said propping myself on my elbows

Without a second thought he immediately started to point into me ruthlessly. Hitting my g spot in all the right ways

“Fuck you take me so well, doll” he moaned out

“Fuck matt keep going….HARDER” I yelled out to him

Matt gripped my hips harder and started to slam into me at an ungodly pace. Anybody walking by would hear skin and moans, and this table creaking under us

“Fuck just like that” I said with my brows furrowed

Matt was relentlessly thrusting into me. Moaning and groaning every single second

“Oh goddddd” I moaned out letting my jaw fall slack

“Fuck keep clenching on me, and I’m going to cum” he said pounding into me which caused me to clench down on him again

Matt picked up his shirt and put into his mouth biting on it before grabbing my thighs and pushing them back a little bit, so he could screw me at a new deeper angle

This caused me to fall back and grip the edge of the table for support

“Fuck fuck fuck oh my goddddd” I moaned out completely loosing my mind

He let one leg fall down and used that hand to start rubbing at my clit

“Shitttttt” I said picking my head up to look at him

“I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum” I said clenching down on him. This made him rub my clit harder and faster

“FUCKKKKKK” I screamed out before I came all over his cock. Shaking and trembling and speaking gibberish. This was the best orgasm I’ve ever had

He let me calm down before pulling out and jerking himself off. It took about thirty seconds before his mount went slack, allowing the shirt to fall from between his teeth

“Fuckkkk” he said as he came on my lower abdomen. Shaking and convulsing

Once we both came down from our high he picked his pants back up, and walked over to grab some napkins before wiping me clean

“How sweet…cleaning me up” I said to him as he finished wiping me off

“I usually try to keep my cum sluts nice and pampered” he said before walking to the trash to throw out the napkin

“God you have a way with words” I said hopping off the table and sliding my dress down again

“What can I say?” He said smugly

He helped me gather my things before deciding which one of us would leave the room first.

I decided to leave first.

“Bye Matt. I guess I’ll see you at the next tour” I told him giving him a kiss on the cheek

“Yeah. I hope to see you on the next tour. So we can do this again and again” he said kissing me on the cheek

“Still no kiss?” I said half joking

“I told you I don’t kiss, but maybe next time” he said giving me a flirty smile

“See you then!” I said and turned to the door. He smacked my ass before opening the door for me

“I’ll see you around” he said nodding his head

The End

Hiiiiii I hope you guys enjoyed this one💋. For the person that requested this I pray to the lord above I didn’t disappoint ❤️❤️ I got so many more stories coming for yall 😁😁

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #smut #Spotify

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sintiva · 1 year

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‏‏‎ ‎ //santa's sleigh

ft. geto x black!reader

. *. ⋆summary: geto can only think of one way to settle the boredom and desperation that occurs when you two get stuck in traffic on the way to a christmas party

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎. *. ⋆contains: gn!reader, they/them pronouns, fem!bodied‎ ‏‏‎fourth‎ ‏‎ reader, chubby reader, a lot of back and fourth, dirty talk, ��car sex”, praise, pet names, slight cursing, geto is well versed with reader’s body, alcohol consumption (just… two shots), fingering, fem!masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, geto edges himself!, foot job (with stockings on), geto has a stocking fetish, established relationship!!! //wc: 3.4k

. *. ⋆*ੈ✩‧₊˚ sin's notes: this wasn’t short and sweet, but i hope you all enjoy it. i’m trying to work harder on my dialogue, so there is kinda a lot of dialogue in this (it simply adds to their relationship🫶🏽

you both peer at each other when the clump of red lights became all too real. the car stops, and you both wallow in frustration. you cave first, irritated only because of your lack of patience. somehow, someway geto would have to make up for his sluggish behavior.

“it’s your fault we’re stuck in traffic you know,” you then extend your lips to your window and turn your head towards the center of the car slightly so you can turn the music up, “if you’d let me do your hair yesterday we would’ve been fine.”

“now we’re super la-”

“shut up.” he retorts. he wraps both of his fists around the wheel and circles them around the diameter of it. his fingers, decorated with a plethora of rings scrape the suede. when they meet at the bottom; his body slumps forward and his forehead bonks the horn. ultimately making it sound off, and forcing the car in front of you to retaliate. beeping theirs twice and throwing up the lovely bird outside their window.

“you should’ve just done it.” he continued on, ignoring the altercation before.

you turn in your seat, angrily perplexed. first, he cut you off, and second of all, it was to shut you up! over his stupid head of hair? outrageous!

“and how was i supposed to do that, huh big guy?,” you cocked your eyebrow and got in his face quickly. all he saw was a red blob zip across the middle console; he swears he saw little flakes of glitter fall from your eyelids as you shifted.

“if you weren’t whining and moaning like a bitch yesterday, your hair could’ve been done.”

“i was not,” he finally looks at you and squints his eyes in disbelief, “maybe grunting, but it’s cause you were hurting me!”

“i was only parting your hair geto!” your mouth hung open as you stared at him in utter disbelief.

‘you might wanna move up though’, you tilt your head to the right so he’d see the point five millimeters of space that opened between his hood and the trunk of the other.

‘ope, thanks bae’

‘anyways’ “it still hurt!” he frowns and rubs soothing circles against his cranium in remembrance of the pain.

if there was one thing about the two of you, one common similarity that never failed to shine; it was the way you two interacted. both overly animated and always working the other’s nerves.

“but i was being gentle!” you feign a sniffle and peer at him above the rim of your glasses. “i was being as gentle as possible,” you whine, softly and make a giant heart out of your arms.

“why would i try and hurt you?”

“why wouldn’t you?” he smirks and runs his hands through his hair as he lets his left one situate at the bottom left of the steering wheel. he spreads his legs and moves his seat back to get comfy, because even though the content banter keeps him on his toes; he realizes you two would be stuck in this traffic for a while.

“fuck you,” you suck your teeth and rotate your body away from his. your knees knock against the car door and you slip your hands in between your thighs. he yanks at the red fishnets you have on, so it softly slaps back against your skin — he does it repeatedly.

“what time?” he coos back, sweetly. he licks his lips with a low gaze as he waits for you to spin back around to-

“you’re such a child you know that?” you spin around, nearly dizzy from the number of times you’ve refocused your attention. your brain’s practically on its stem knocking against your skull initiating a subtle throb.

“no, i’m not.”

“mhm, that’s why you’re on my naughty list.” your lips curl into a smile, and you boop his nose with the tip of your finger. you place your elbow on the center space to get closer to him. naughty list, the fuck?

“you don’t have a naughty list, that’s my job. i’m the one with the santa hat and red tuxedo.” he does have some sort of a valid point. he looks a little goofy with his hat, but it doesn’t hide his handsome face features. his smile is stretched wide across his face, as he levels his face with yours on the console and squeezes your cheek.

“owwwaa!” you yelp out and rub your cheek. “i-look at you being naughty! i thought santa was supposed to be nice.”

“well his partner is being a bit naughty.” his face inches closer to yours — treading upon dangerous waters.

“your partner doesn’t agree with that statement.”

then you move closer.

‘move up again’

he shifted his car out of park and lightly tapped the gas to decrease the gap. as quickly as he shifted gears and pulled up; he reversed his actions. ‘thanks’

“mmm, maybe his partner should, considering i can smell the alcohol on their lips.”

now he’s close enough to smell the mix of peppermint and fireball? no, no you have some class. it’s jack daniels — tennessee fire, chased with apple juice and peppermints to rid the smell. along with a pop of peppermint lip gloss.

“yeah? you know i don’t go to parties sober — ever. i admire you for being able to.” you squeeze his cheeks and let your lips brush against his as your eyes shift to the back seat. then back to him, then down to his crotch, and your stare lingers for too long because he asks—

“something caught your eye?” he looks to the back seat. “no.”

he uses two fingers to lift your chin. “you wanna go to the back?”

“feeling hot? that’s why you’re being slick out the mouth huh?” he squeezes your cheeks and kisses your lips. “n-no.” you stutter. your tongue feels oddly heavy in your mouth. it’s enough to make you slur a few slick remarks under your breath.

but before you knew it, geto was coaxing you to the back of the car while he drove to the shoulder and flicked on his hazard lights. all while rubbing and patting your ass as you slipped through the tiny slot to the back. anxious and ready to feel some relief. the constant banter and the light thoughts in your brain left you impatient and horny.

it took a lot more work for him to get to the back. he tried to slip back there with some grace, but he was bumping everything, shaking the car and leaving his santa hat in the front as it slid off from his head dragging along the roof of the car. even the little bit of eco gel he used to slick his hair down was useless as strands stood up and fell along his face on his adventure to the back seat.

“easy peasy.” he gloated as he caught his breath.

“you’ve got some liner on your cheek… and on the back of your seat.” you laugh innocently, and he uses the back of his hand to wipe the black pigment of his skin. “i wonder why.” he rolled his eyes.

“i didn’t tell you to kiss me.” you answered back with that usual influx in your tone — as if you were pressed that he did. “i didn’t tell you to look so fucking good either, it looks like we both don’t know how to ask for permission.” he shrugs his shoulders and starts unbuttoning the ruby red of his tuxedo jacket.

“especially you.”

he peers into your eyes with intent — the intent of murder is right on his mind. and his “murderous” intent was always handled sexually. the slant of his eyes makes you burn under his gaze. his eyes are dark and unwavering; scary but inviting.

“you don’t scare me.” you begin stretching out your legs; chubby extremities, that lead down to chubby feet. you wiggle your toes as your back slips down the door; inching your feet closer to his groin. he obviously wants you to touch him. his legs are spread. one foot is anchored down into the seat, and the other dangles on the ground, because there definitely isn’t enough space for the two of you in the back.

but for these circumstances, it’s more than enough space.

your foot finally reaches its goal. during this “staring” contest you rub your foot along the hardening, gift of god, in his pants. your press your foot against his dick, and use your toes to “stroke” it to the best of your ability. he’s trying not to break, but the amount of pressure you're exerting from that little foot of yours — just to give him some pleasure is working. it’s working wonders.

you’re cracking his attempt at being stoic. you can’t see it, but he’s gritting his teeth. sliding the molars back and forth as if he’s trying to relieve the pain of sore gums. he’s on the stand, trying to plead the fifth, but he fails miserably. his hips buck up, and he grunts a small “shit.”

“what was that, baby.” you gaze with soft eyes. soft, wet eyes, that never fail to make geto wish he had stronger resolve. your head tilts to the side as you try to put your finger on it.

“you’re hearing things,” he replies — stone-faced, but his hands reach out to massage the soles of your feet. geto’s fingers slip and tug at the lacy material, it stretches due to eager fingers. he runs them along the thin black stockings that you wore underneath them, and he fondles what little of your skin he can feel. touching you is his sanctuary.

“mhm? i can hear just fine, i just can’t see all that well.” you point to the big square frames that settle on the plumpness of your cheeks.

“but can you unbutton these for me?” you ask so politely and direct his fingers with your toes. you rub at the space that hides the button and zipper that fasten his pants together. it’s straight warmth across your foot as you massage his bulge with your foot.

“and can you spread your legs for me?” he pleads almost as his fingers work to free himself from his pants. “that’s a simple request.”

the ruffles of your red mini skirt flip up with ease, and you spread your legs just as he asks. you throw your left leg, up and over the headrest of the back seat, but not before dragging it over his thighs. your foot arches as he catches it in his palms, and caresses the souls of them. he’s careful and his moves have been calculated with the utmost precision.

he can’t feel the heat pooling in between your thighs, but you can feel how warm it is and the cool air fanning the interior gives you some relief. “it’s a shame, but i’m gonna need to make a little slit in these.”

he pulls at the fabric once more and moves his body to meet yours in the middle. this interaction requires more effort on suguru’s part, because, like always you make him work for it. even though you want it just as badly.

truly, you want it more “su… these are my favorite you know.” he’s not listening; were you even talking at this point? just babbling nonsense. he’s inching closer. closer. and closer till his hands are situated in between your legs. the decision he’s considering is whether he should stuff his hands in your stockings, or just rip a perfect little slit, so he can sink a finger inside.

“there my favorite too, doll.”

as always the latter wins. it fulfills his fantasy in a better way, a better execution. so he defies you. he gets to splitting the stockings right where nobody can see them, but him.

when he finally sees skin, he’s losing his composure. stars, hearts, and pearls cloud his vision when he sees the wetness situated between your folds. he separates them with his fingers and slips just one finger between them. from the entrance up to your clit; he’s covering his finger in all that slick. all while maintaining eye contact. entrancing you with his eyes.

making you squeeze your hands together, and knit your brows when he massages your clit. a smooth ooh, baby — right there you coo. “i know, i know.” he soothes.

he blows strands of hair out of his face and licks his lips when he sees your expression. fucked out eyes, and ragged breaths. each whisk of his finger against your clit, forces constricted labored breaths. hazy eyes, and more of your arousal leaks onto his leather seats.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers.

“mmph,” you squeeze your eyes shit when he pushes his finger harder against your clit, “i-thank you.” you sigh.

“now i need you to do something for me.” he begins. you can barely tell that his lips are moving, but you nod your head and hum a short response. “i want you to play with yourself for me while i help you. can you do that for me?”

“yes.”

“thank you, baby.”

once he pulls his finger back, a thick coat of arousal sticks to his fingers. creating a connection that he snips when his tongue wraps around the digit. he lets it settle on his tongue, and gets closer so he can steal a kiss. a simple, slow, lazy kiss that grants you a taste. sweet and simple. you moan into his mouth sucking every bit of you off his tongue. ’s good, honey’

like clockwork, your fingers drop to the mess in between your legs, and suguru indulges in the feeling of his hand and your foot caressing his dick. just a few pumps and he’s stuffing his fingers back inside of you for some lube. taking it and smearing your sweet mess all over his tip. giving himself lazy, slow strokes while your toes parted to compensate for his girth.

he shuddered from the mesh pattern stroking at the thick vein that bulged from the base of his cock all the way up to his frenulum. it felt heavenly. his adam’s apple bobs with each gulp he takes. the pleasure spirals up to his brain; nearly clouding his thoughts.

“geto, are you gonna tell me what to do?” you reel him back to his senses.

“yeah-fuck, just one finger first,” he instructed. you listened obediently; rubbing your middle finger innocently between your folds before you sunk it in. slowly, perfectly slow until you stuffed yourself full with it. you squeaked out in pleasure and embarrassment. his eyes bored into the space between your legs. stuck like glue, transfixed on how perfect you looked when you played with yourself.

but embarrassment flooded your senses. your thighs slowly pressed together in an attempt to shield yourself. geto was aware that at some point your resolve would crumble. you couldn’t take it. mutual anything tore you apart. you tried to focus. you really tried to the best of your abilities.

yet, seeing the beads of pre cum trickle from his tip made you hot. seeing how tight of a grip he held around his dick made you ache and squeeze around your finger, and here he was planning mutual enjoyment, and you couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more. who was licking their lips more, grunting more? it wasn’t fair how much of you he could see.

it was geto who was more fixated on the way your fingers drove in and out of your pussy. the squelching and thick drops of arousal that splashed on his seats were rewarding enough. he tuts, squinting his eyes and reaching forward when they hide your cunt from his gaze.

geto’s hand wrap around the plushness of your thighs, “don’t be embarrassed, keep them, open baby. i want to see everything.” his fingers dig into the plush of them, turning the tips white. a smile tugs at his lips when you yelp out in pain. but you feel yourself clench from the simple action of control.

he took the opportunity to spread them again, and this time he used his dangling foot to hold yours down. leading his foot over your calf and locking it under your thigh — fair restraint. keeping them entangled ensures that you can't snap them close no matter how badly you try.

“s-sorry.” you muttered. now slightly embarrassed that he crept even closer towards you in this cramped back seat.

“instead of apologizing why don’t you just make yourself cum. can i see how pretty you look when you cum?”

his features turn soft. he gazes with soft, pleading eyes and hunches over to run kisses all along your covered thighs. nothing else sounds better than your soft submission of, “yes, i can.”

“put another finger in, okay?”

“and go slow, like this-“ he wraps his thumb and index around his cock to show you how he’d like you to do it. he ruts his dick into the circle he forms and glides it through at a snail's pace. “this slow okay,” he points his head towards you; indicating the start of your demonstration, “show me.”

“slow like this?” you relax around your finger, and slip your ring finger in. “just like that.” he affirms. “good job, baby,” he lifts the foot you had wrapped around the back headrest, and brings it to his face. “match my pace.” he hums.

he kisses the sole of it, and urges you on; making sure each of your moves punctuates at the same time. quiet affirmations slip off his tongue as he watches you, i love watching you play with your pussy, baby

“thank you, thank you.” you moan

you know i love it when you're good to me.

“you ‘bout to cum?” he asks. it’s a question he knows the answer to. instead of fucking yourself with your fingers, you’re rolling your hips against them. panting and groaning for release. going a little bit faster than the pace geto had set for you both. he was waiting for it, because he wanted you to cum first. he was painfully close to his release, a white glob of cum slowly dripped out of his tip, and he bit his lip to hold it in.

the glob falls on his index finger, and he brings it to your attention. “look at what you did.” he lets go of your leg and reaches out to cradle your head against his.

“yeah?” you groan.

your foreheads press together and he circles his index around your clit. he smears his cum over your clit, and applies enough pressure to make your legs shake. he tilts his head further down and drops a fat wad of spit on it, and when he guides it the wet sound increases. sticky and cumbersome; loud like the gentle smacking of puckered lips.

you draw your head back and let it fall against the car window. your legs twitch and your body slumps against the door, as a deep groan travels up from your chest all the way to your throat. you’d been holding your breath chasing your release, and all you needed to topple over was geto’s help in rubbing it out.

“you did so well.” he smiles and kisses you all over. your cheeks, nose, and even your sweaty forehead. he moves your underwear back over your pussy and pats it, then he tries to reassemble the stocking and make the slit as invisible as possible.

he stuffs himself back in pants suit with great difficulty and sets his sights on the driver's seat. his hair is a fucking mess, but he places the santa hat right back on its temple. he gives you a stupid smile from the front seat, but you look gloomy.

“you didn’t cum.” you pout.

“it’s okay,” he reaches back to cradle your face, and kisses your plump, tear-stained cheeks. “when we get home, i’ll fuck you just how i please.”

“so? do we really need to go to this party?” he flips his indicator on and slowly merges into the thinning traffic.

“well…we’re already late, so we don’t really have to. you lay back in the backseat, and give him a thumbs-up,

“perfect.”

tagging: @blkcupid @artemisthestar @venusflytrapstar @sirenh4ll @si00p @444yeager @rayemelanin @privateparty3 @chosoguapo @getosbunny

#sin writes ೃ #geto x black reader #geto smut #geto x reader smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x black!reader #jjk smut

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wuahae · 8 months

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congratulations cat my beloved !! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

“mingyu + 2:08 am + the kitchen” for the milestone event 🩷

[2:08] / the kitchen

peering through the glass to check for anyone inside the apartment, you lift the window slowly, pane sliding quietly against the frame. the motion is jilted, your breath catching as a particularly harsh motion has you wincing, hand flying to your side as you try to ride through the wave of pain.

fuck. this really wasn't how you pictured your night to go.

it was supposed to be a simple job—stop the drug deal, get in, get out, go home. you'd done it hundreds of times before, everything was practiced motions from the moment you got to the scene. that was, until the backup that came later made very clear that this wasn't just a solo op, and you were in way out of your league.

it's really the only explanation you have as to how you've ended up here—on the run, bleeding out, and sneaking into mingyu's apartment through his kitchen window at two in the morning. (in retrospect, one of those was not like the other, but you'd rather go back to that drug deal and take your beating eyes closed than to hear jihoon's extremely blatant and obvious "i told you so" when he inevitably hears about this whole debacle. if it was happening sooner or later, you choose later.)

opening the window was the only thing you managed to do somewhat gracefully, because your next step weaving your leg through the window has you half-stumbling half-crashing onto the floor of his kitchen. you try to stiffle the yelp of pain that tries to shoot out of your mouth, but you only manage to quiet it down to a low grunt instead. the light flickers on in his bedroom, unsurprisingly, and you brace yourself for what's about to come next.

there's a beat, and then two, and then mingyu comes rushing out into the kitchen, the silhouette of his favorite lamp held up threateningly. "who's there!"

"hey—" you hold your hands up in surrender, the leather of the mask pressing against your cheeks more than it seemed to before. "calm down, i'm not gonna—"

"what do you want, money?" mingyu shakes the lamp in emphasis. "i don't have anything worth much in here, i just have an airfryer!"

"no, can you just—"

"you can't take my airfryer!"

"that's not what i—"

"what am i doing, i'm calling the cops—"

"mingyu!"

he stops, eyes widening. a breath. "how do you know my name?"

frustration curdles in the back of your throat. you think about strangling out some lame excuse, all of which would probably just end up with you in a worse situation than before, so you just let out a sigh, slipping off your mask. "it's me."

as soon as your unveiled eyes meet his, mingyu falters, the hand holding the lamp dropping to his side, the panic in his eyes vanishing only to be replaced with shock—shock? confusion? hurt? betrayal? it's hard to tell in the dark.

(it's months of lies and deception and blatant secrets washing over him, all at once. that's all it took for him to look at you like a stranger—one flimsy leather mask.)

you know he has so many thoughts flitting through his mind, so many questions to ask you. of course he does, how could he not? but instead of grabbing onto any of the emotions flashing in his eyes and throwing them back in your face, mingyu instead says: "you're bleeding."

ah. you'd almost forgotten about that small thing in the middle of everything else.

mingyu scans your body silently, pursing his lips and knitting his brow, before grabbing one arm and slinging it over his shoulder, leaning your body against his as you hobble your way into his bathroom—first door to your right.

you end up sat on the edge of his tub, top half of your uniform stripped off to reveal the worst of the damage on your upper body, your head a little too light and vision a little too fuzzy to be normal as mingyu takes out his supplies. (that's why you came to his apartment, right? because he was an emt? because he would know what to do?)

there's a tense silence, one briefly interspersed with the practiced motions of a needle and thread and your restrained hisses of pain as mingyu stitches your open wound back together. it's awkward and stiff and not at all what you're used to with mingyu—for the first time, his apartment seems cold, and you hate it.

"don't worry," you try, after he's finished with the sutures. mingyu reaches for the bandages, and you resist the urge to cringe at how nonchalant you sound. "i made sure no one was following me before i came here."

mingyu's lips press into an even thinner line (you didn't even know that was possible) before making a small noise of acknowledgment. anything you had planned to say after that snuffs out before the matches even gets the chance to get lit. he finishes up fixing the big, gaping wound at your side quickly after that, moving onto the smaller cuts and bruises littered throughout the rest of your body.

and after what seems like forever of the same, frozen quiet, mingyu finally asks: "who else knows?"

it catches you offguard, hearing him speak so suddenly. and then you swallow your tongue, teetering on a narrow line—how much could he know? how much could you tell him without him piecing out other secrets by himself? "jihoon," you eventually decide on. you figured at least that would be okay to tell him, right? it wasn't as if you told him any secrets that weren't already yours. "that's it."

mingyu lets out a wry laugh, short and slightly bitter, and you wonder how many new sides of mingyu you'll bear witness to tonight. he feigns disinterest, focusing on treating the cut on your cheek, but the alcohol swab dabs a little too harshly for the act to be convincing.

"you know," mingyu says distantly, peeling the plastic off the back of the bandaid. "usually you're supposed to tell your best friend about these sorts of things." you brace yourself when he places it on your cheek, but he smooths out the bandaid out with his thumb, gentler. "or could you not trust me enough?"

you whip your head to him the second he finishes placing it on your cheek, the brief touch gone in a flash. "don't do that," you bite out. "you know i couldn't tell you."

"if not that, then what else?" mingyu counters. "you seemed perfectly fine letting jihoon in on your big secret."

you really don't have the energy to explain to him the absolute mess that was jihoon finding out about your secret identity, nor could you go on to explain how at the time you really had no choice but to let jihoon join you. but that required jihoon developing a secret identity of his own, splitting his life into two, becoming so encompassed in necessary lies that everything else would become tangled in between. it happened to him, and it happened to you, and that was the last thing you'd ever want for mingyu.

"that's different."

"right."

you snap, words flying out. "if i knew you were going to react like this, then i never would have come!"

"then why did you come!"

"i—" you start, heat lying beneath the syllable, but it dies almost as soon as you speak. why did you come? reasonably speaking, you could have gotten help from jihoon, his verbal lashing be damned, or you very well could have made it back home and stitched yourself up without bleeding out completely. but you didn't—instead, you hauled yourself through mingyu's kitchen window because (your head buzzes)... because—

"i didn't know where else to go," you tell him, but that's not quite right either. you had other options, this was just the one you chose.

mingyu blinks, and you can tell he catches your lie from how he draws in a breath, quiet, only to release it tiredly. he's been catching you in too many lately, but like all the others, he doesn't press you on it. mingyu pulls away, skin brushing against yours, and you know this is it.

you're watching as your blood washes down the tub drain, remnants of the dirt and gunpowder from your uniform falling all over his tile floor, and all you really want to do is have this be over with. but you know if you do, if you let him pull away and shut him out again, mingyu would carry that festering hurt with him into everything moving forward. it would be the end of this—whatever this was.

(and really, wasn't this the point? didn't you come here because you were tired of shutting him out, of lying to him? you want your honesty to mean something, for once.)

"hold on, i—" your hand shoots out, grabbing him by the wrist in a sort of panic and desperation you didn't think you had in you. "the real reason i came was...i didn't want to be anywhere else but here. with you."

mingyu stops. he doesn't say anything else, just continues tending to your wounds. mingyu avoids your eyes, and somehow the rejection feels worse than the wound you came in with.

"thanks," you say quietly, after he's finished getting you patched up. you're back at the kitchen, pushing open the window. you couldn't leave through his front door like this—not when you were more vigilante than friend to him now. you're not even sure what to say to him anymore, the hurt wedging the distance between you. "sorry about the bathroom. if the blood stains let me know."

turning to the window, an apology threatens to creep its way up your throat, a last ditch effort to mend the gap. "and if it means anything anymore, i'm s—"

"wait," mingyu interrupts, and you freeze. he grows quiet again, grappling over his next words. "i... have you eaten yet?"

your eyes widen, turning back to him, window abandoned. "what?"

he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, shifting his gaze to the kitchen. "it's been a long night for you, i'm sure. i can make you some ramen, if you want." he hesitates, before offering. "you should stay for the night."

you must be gaping, because mingyu starts to ramble, talking about how he has a set of spare clothes if you need it—of course you need it, you're covered in dirt and oh! you probably need to shower too and he can totally sleep on the couch tonight so—

"mingyu," you gently interrupt. maybe he feels it too, the way you'll scatter away like a wounded dove if you both leave it like this. it's why the offer feels like an olive branch—a forgiveness, an apology. and so you grasp onto it gently, letting him guide you back home.

"okay," you accept quietly. mingyu's shoulders sag in relief. "i'll stay."

#SORRY you were probably expecting like. domesticity au HWJSFDLFDJLFSD she got away from me ...........#but superhero au :')#or like . vigilante au more like #mingyu x reader #svt x reader #1k event!

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allurcat · 2 years

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First wip for @vldkeith Keithtober day 1 - Japan

not really fond of his face but it’s just the wip, i hate time to fix it lol

#keith vld #my art #op🫶🏽#voltron #keith voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron art #voltron fanart #keithtober2022 #keith kogane

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eddieschains · 4 months

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my experience with grace under the cut

and no i will not tolerate any hate or slander against her because she literally made my weekend. if you don’t like her that’s fine, but keep your comments to yourself please 🫶🏽

i obviously am not a grace blog whatsoever. in fact i used to not really vibe with her that much. but i got the opportunity to see her in dallas when i went to see joe, and she was so sweet to me that this weekend in portland i was planning on seeing her again.

i wasn’t planning on seeing her more than once, but after my first interaction with her, i just had to.

i got done with my autograph with joe and bee lined for grace. as soon as she looked at me, she complimented my eyes and asked if they were real 😭 i told her yes and said that she asked me the same thing when i saw her in dallas. her eyes lit up and she asked if i had blonde hair when i saw her and bitch i was shooketh that she remembered me 🫶🏽

i complimented her hair and she said she had bought some scissors to cut her bangs. i had my irl friend with me and pointed out that she was a hairdresser and she had cut my bangs for me the night before. she called my friend over to ask her how to cut her own bangs and said she needed to just bring her with her to do her hair for her. it was so cute because my friend wasn’t even there for an auto or anything 🥺

the next day, i went to graces table before joe. i needed my bestie time to start the day off right 🤭 she told me it was nice to see me again and gave me the biggest hug and we had a lil argument over who was prettier LMAO. i kept trying to leave because i didn’t want to take up too much of her time, but she kept starting new conversations and it just really felt like she wanted to keep me there and spend more time with me.

i did my auto with joe afterwards, then sat at a little table across from their tables to hang out while i waited for my photo op time. i kept looking over at graces table because hello?? she’s my bestie now. and she was smiling and waving at me and i stg i almost cried right then and there.

a couple hours later i had my photo op, and as soon as i walked in she smiled so big and went “hiii angel” and gave me the biggest hug 🥺 i told her she was probably sick of seeing me by now and she said “no i could never”

i felt so bad because i’m pretty sure she was going in for a hug for the photo but my dumb ass just stood there 😭 i didn’t even realize joe was sitting in the corner of the room watching like a lil creep while the girlies were having their girlie time LMAO

anyways she’s my new bestie and i love her so much. joe was okay too i guess 🤭

#angel talks #grace van dien #grace van dien fanexpo #grace van dien portland #grace van dien fanexpo portland

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ppnuggie · 1 year

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hii, i hope u r having a good day <3

i saw requests open aaaand...

can u do bay op headcannons or one-shot/scene (ur choice) with gn reader, but like he's in a vulnerable way, being playful, together showing actual feelings!?! the real fluffy stuff cuz he's my ultimate comfort character (even if he's "gIvE mE yoUr fAcE" vibes Lol)

thank u!!!

ps:. if u have a lot of requests and it's too much just ignore this one 🫶🏽

　　　　　　OPTIMUS x gn human reader

　　　　『　optimus prime ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> op spending some time w/ his s/o

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, playing around n stuff

　　— op fluffsss 😩😩❤️❤️

soft giggles fell from your mouth ,, eyes brimming with tears as the prime tickled you ,, small chuckles coming from himself at your reaction.

“ optimus ! please !” your cries fell deaf on him ,, optics scrunched up as he smiled lovingly at your laughter. its been a while since he could act this way. not as the leader of the autobots but instead act childish with his lover.

“ optimus !” you roared with laughter ,, tears spilling out as his large fingers slide up and down your body ,, soft and delicate touches making you shiver as he tickled your sides. “ alright ,, alright ,,” he laughed softly ,, stopping his movements. his smile wide on his faceplates ,, and optics filled with adoration ,, he gazed at you with fondness.

he would forever cherish this moment ,, your breathing heavy as you gasped in air from his attack on you.

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #bayverse x reader #bayverse optimus prime #🏙.optimus #🏙.bayverse

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rose-colored-sd · 2 months

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Hey there!

I’ve been checking out your blog the past couple of days. I rewatched Slam Dunk recently for the first time in a long time, and it was in this rewatch that I really appreciated Yohei. Or maybe I just forgot about how great he was?

Anyway! I stumbled upon this post on Reddit (https://www.reddit.com/r/RealSlamDunk/s/JmH90lOjhm) and I think you’d enjoy reading through it! Turns out, Inoue sensei originally planned to have Yohei join the team. :)

Hi! It’s nice to hear someone getting into Slam Dunk and appreciating Yohei!! He’s the delinquent character ever 🥹🫶🏽

Thank you so much for sharing this link with me!!! I’ve seen some really good fanart of Yohei joining the team, but I had no idea he was originally planned to be a player 😳 I love this!!!! Explains why he’s so strong for a minor character. He would do so well in sports 🥹 aaahhhh this is giving me ideas 😫

I also love this addition by OP from reddit.

#slam dunk #answered #mito yohei #I’ve also seen headcanons where Hanamichi becomes a pro basketball player and hires Yohei as a bodyguard #so many possibilities ngl

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nicoscheer · 7 months

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Do you want to discover what bands @mileskane listens to while ironing his shirts? Then listen to this episode of the music podcast @kendedital with the nicest and funniest guy in the music business!

We had a blast! 🫶🏽

"I'm willing to play anywhere. Even now, if I were offered a gig at the pub across the street, l'd take it. I simply love playing. If you asked, I'd play right this moment. I just love playing, I'm not arsed. It's what it's all about." X

Miles when being asked about AM’s new sound:

mk: "you gotta respect it, you know, like, that's me bro, i'm always gonna have his back, you know what i mean? yeah and i respect for a big band to follow their gut. that's what al does and you gotta respect it whether you like it or not. it's kind of what all great artists do."

interviewer: "like it's cool that you kinda... you want to fucking do it so you do

mk: "yeah, man, that's me boy. if he wants to sing french or sing nigerian, i'm gonna have his back, you know what i mean?"

🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥺my boys

Like I hate it that he’s always asked bout AM and TLSP cause he’s promotion his solo tour but this is 😘

So you’re telling me they are literally promoting Miles and Liam djing with a Tlsp pic 😭😭🫠🥺

Imagine if Alex were you just casually show up behind that DJ booth

with his bosom friend Alex Turner

At Crammerock we saw him strolling backstage. We decided to put on our naughty shoes and ask him. He turned out to be very amable and he was immediately enthusiastic about our concept,

So, you set out on your own

You shut up shop, you're leavin' home

You feel no need to settle down

In the crippled crook of your earth bound town

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower

There must be somethin' more than this

More than ideal homes or domestic bliss

What is there left for you to do

'Cause you've seen the future and it's nothin' new

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

Apparently wasn’t happy with the text placement so had to repost it 🤣🤣🥹

His eyebrow slit and bear looking fucking clean

Also I hate everybody who lives close to Gent or Sheffield

Miles last night with chef Tom brown and Jay Forrester at the opening of Tom’s new oyster bar (pearly queen shoreditch/ where Tom and friends repeatedly posted that the logo outside is the new bat signal 🤨y’know like miles guitarist said that the mirrorball is their bat signal) (also the fact that Tom reposted the pic of them via puppetspaces ig)

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The pictures of Miles with Tom and Jay

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So proud of him selling out within less than two hours

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Miles helping Tom with taste testing

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I love that as soon Chef Tom Brown is involved everybody starts using Miles’ music; here a custom knife made for TB using troubled son

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A nice recap of the opening night, the way Miles disappears in that hug with Tom is 🥹🥹🥹

#miles kane #Liam toon #okay I’m in love with that picture how adorable are they pls #also that poster for Japan looks absolute boss #I envy people who live in gent #08/11/2023 #so proud of him #Instagram #also no darling I hate that he’s so self deprecating sometimes like darling believe me you could play Coachella (not sure if they’d let #you after the kiss cause homophobia) but if you ever return to Coachella it’s certainly gonna be as an artist and not as a crew member #who hurt Miles again #why is he always posting fucking sad songs 😭#what is he doing listening to this depressive music in the evening pls can we just all give him a massive hug

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amyyythestarry · 6 months

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CHAPTER 108 THOUGHTS!

God, I don’t even know where to start.

I like how Teru is also mesmerized by the Clock Keepers’ boundary, every character has been. Tsukasa, Nene, myself including.

Reminds me of that one time where Mitsuba tried to sneak away. It says ‘sneak’.

C’mon Aida, making everything look so cute. I didn’t notice this at first until someone mentioned it.

I don’t think you’re supposed to handle it like that Teru.

Getting right to the point though.

I hear a lot of people say ‘Terukane betrayal’ and I totally agree, I knew we were going to get one soon, it’s apart of every TBHK relationship. There has to be a betrayal!

But I don’t think we should hate Akane for this, I know the hate might pass, but still. He’s a Clock Keeper and the Clock Keepers are responsible for handling their business’s, like every other seven mystery. And I really don’t think Akane would have done this if he had an option, he did hesitate at first.

He hates supernatural after all.

I will always remember this moment, it’ll always be in the back of my head.

I don’t know why this was so special to me, but, seeing Tsu be vulnerable.. I don’t know.

I mean, when is the last time we’ve seen him like this? Probably never? If I were to recall, I couldn’t.

This chapter and most likely the next is going to be when we see a vulnerable Tsukasa instead of the usual op one.

It’s just something I’ve wanted to see for a while.

Nene, still being fantastical, still trying to follower her dreams. I gotta love it, we’ve gotta love Nene for trying to be a princess even when captured ( But she already is a princess in my book 🫶🏽 ).

I see too many people say that Tsukasa is also a helpless princess in this case, and I love it.

Even looks like Nene copied Tsu’s pose and labeled it ‘Captive Princess Pose’. 💀

The two helpless princesses.

Aw, I’m glad she’s happy he woke up.

Trying to get both of them out of the restraints.

Also I like how in the manga she’s always being compared to animals. Like that one time she ate a lot of cake in the arcade with Akane and her cheeks were puffy so she looked like a hampster.

He seems so bummed out. Wasn’t he in the last chapter?

I think Aidalro is trying to show us a mentally tired Tsu isn’t of the adrenaline junkie Tsu we always see. But I’m still loving it, because it’s something we don’t see often. Him being all broody and depressed, like Amane. They really are alike.

All you gotta do is run Tsukasa out of fun stimuli, and this is what you get. A bored, depressed, underestimated Tsukasa.

Oh my lord, someone plz help this boy…

He’s so lonely!!

His brother never came when he called for him, I assuming he’s referring to when he was ( possibly ) stuck in Hanako’s boundary, and whenever he called for Amane, he never came.

This broke my heart. And when I first read this, I read this in French class. I had to push all of my emotions back inside so I wouldn’t look like I was having a stroke. But this made me so sad.

Plz, I want to give Tsukasa the biggest hug he’s probably never received in a long time.

Also, ‘twin powers’. I’m such a Nene kinnie because I really believed twins had powers. Telepathy. Omg.

Referring to how he always has to do stuff on his own, how he probably got out of Hanako’s boundary with his own two hands.

He’s always so independent, doing things by himself.

So lonely too.

I love how this is something I didn’t catch while reading this in class.

Tsukasa let go of his hold on the breaking cage to catch Nene, who was about to fall, and then he ended up falling to.

Don’t ask me how I missed that, because at first I was confused on how he also fell. I think I was so busy trying to read everything before class ended.

But I realized his hands were also in restraints, so he had to completely let go of the cage and catch Nene with his arms.

I don’t understand how people could not love these two.

Realization hits him, he really let go of the cage, to save Nene. And now they were both falling.

Also, something that I saw someone else say is that the thing Tsu says, the three lines, is supposed to mean something with ‘three syllables’ being said, and Amane’s name has three syllables.

Oh my god.

AND HE ACTUALLY CAME!!!

But with the stankest attitude ever.

“What?” ( Insert nastiest attitude put into a voice ever )

Omg Hanako, relax a bit.

I absolutely love how he saves both of them!

Their hero!!

Oh my god, releasing Nene’s shackles but not Tsukasa’s? Be so for real Hanako.

Aw, he didn’t think you’d save him.

And then again with an attitude, you say ‘he was there, so’. C’mon. 💀

I still love them though, I love when they act a lot more like siblings. I do this to my little sister sometimes, it’s hilarious. But I feel like Tsukasa was asking him innocently, studying Hanako’s face to see what emotion he might be feeling, because he’s so obviously displaying he’s p1ssed.

Again, with the most innocent intentions in the world.

He’s just asking y’all, come down.

‘Yeet’, as he throws Nene over to Tsukasa, with the intentions of playing volleyball.

Someone said another person said they look like they’re playing volleyball. Omg.

Also I like that Hanako can trust Tsukasa enough to throw Nene over to him, even though he was mad.

Enemies to friends to lovers you guys, they’ll make it one day.

But god, he was out for blood.

PART TWO BECAUSE PHOTO LIMIT! 😭

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