#this was a pretty short one but idrc sorry ;-;

[dumplingsfordays]

the phone call

pairing - Megumi x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - you call Megumi one night in hopes of changing your relationship from being best friends to lovers and it ends very unexpectedly.

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), mutual masturbation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), bffs to lovers, reader has female genitalia, swearing, timeskip to all characters 18+, one (1) mention of voyeurism + hair pulling + tummy bulge

note - back (sorta?) from my hiatus but I won't post content as frequently. sorry to all you beautiful people who submitted asks 😭😭 I'll make sure to do those fics asap b/c y'all are honestly lovely and overall really respectful and I appreciate it! thank you sm for being patient w/ little old me <33

art credit!

and as always, thank you for reading :))

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Quiet sighs escaped Megumi's lips in tandem with the soft breeze outside, whistling against the glass windowpanes. Moonlight drifted across his fair cheek like a silvery veil, making his pale skin glow slightly, and his long eyelashes, a trait that wasn't his favorite but one that almost every girl constantly pointed out with jealousy, fluttered when they met the edge of the light. And then, in the peaceful summer night-

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The raven-haired man sat up in his bed with sudden urgency, hand moving quickly to his phone on the nightstand and picking up.

"Hey, 'Mimi," your sleepy, half-awake voice came from the speaker. "Sorry to bother you but it's kinda important."

Upon hearing your voice, he relaxes - he lays back down and stares at the blank, white ceiling. "Yeah?"

"Uhm, I just wanted to talk to you about something..."

God, your sleep-laced voice was so gentle, sweet, alluring, even. He couldn't help but sneak a hand towards his abdomen to lay it on his stomach.

"Hey, 'Mimi, you there?" You ask all of a sudden.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm listening, don't worry."

You must be at your desk working, then, he thought, since you're up this late. Wait, no -- he heard the shuffling of bedsheets or something similar a moment ago. That was you, right? Were you also in bed? Did you also have the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips? Was your hand also laid down on your abdomen? Was it slowly creeping further and further down, until-

He shakes his head, rousing himself from his thoughts.

God, Megumi, what the hell are you thinking? They're your best friend, nobody thinks about their best friend getting off!

...Well, something about that scene was... arousing, almost, to him. The mere thought of you, laying on silk bedsheets and rubbing your clit to his voice, sent a shiver up his spine and he snaked his hand under his boxers. Well, guess he was doing this.

"So, um..." you continued, sighing, "I was thinking. I know that it's probably too late into the night to even be discussing this, but..."

"Yeah?"

He lets out a small grunt afterwards as his fingers come into contact with the sensitive skin of the tip of his semi-erect length.

"...are you okay, 'Mimi? Are you working out or something?"

"Ah, no, I'm just..."

Just, you know, casually touching myself to the sound of your voice. Nothing wrong with that at all. There's definitely nothing wrong with jacking off to your best friend's voice.

"Just, um. Moving my, uh..." His eyes glance around the room and lock onto the bedside table. "My table."

There's a small lilt to your voice as you laugh softly and clear your throat before speaking, and Megumi swears that he just got lightheaded from the rush of blood to his nether region.

"Okay... I was just thinking about, well... this. Our friendship."

He tries not to sound too strained and breathy when he replies, starting to slowly move his fist up and down his leaking cock. "What about it?"

"Well, I think that, um.. you're a really nice person. And I really like you. And recently, I was thinking about what it would be like if we, um..."

You pause, biting your lip. Should you really finish your sentence? What if he takes it the wrong way?

"You can say it. I won't judge, y/n."

"Thank you..." you laugh briefly and breathlessly, fidgeting with the skin on your torso. His words were innocent, but it was the tone in which he was speaking that made your thighs twitch slightly and your mouth dry up. Christ, Megumi always made you feel things that you knew you shouldn't be feeling towards a friend who probably only liked you as one. "I, well... I was thinking that it would be nice if we hung out at some point. Maybe, like... go out on a date, or something... I understand if you don't like me in that way, or if you're too sleepy to decide yet, but I just wanted to put that out there..."

His eyes widen a bit as he hears the word "date", and he subconsciously tightens his grip around himself, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. So you were interested in him, too.

"I'd... I'd love to."

He forces down a quiet groan as he hears the pitch of your voice rise slightly in excitement. Unbeknownst to him, your hand slides down your lower abdomen, gliding across your upper thigh.

"R-really? You're not kidding or anything, right? I mean, like... please don't worry about making me feel good about myself or anything, just..."

You hear him laugh softly on the other end, which makes that spot between your legs throb even more intensely.

"Of course," Megumi replies, trying to sound as put-together as he can. "I won't lie to you about stuff like that."

Smiling, you sigh in relief and your hand comes into contact with your inner thigh. After a brief pause, he speaks up again, his voice a little deeper.

"So.. anything fun happen recently in your life? Any new books you've read, or interesting gossip you've heard?"

Your head tilts to the side as a scenario pops into your head at his words. Him, laying next to you, whispering into your ear as his fingers caress your--

"Nope..." you laugh, a little shakily due to the intrusive thought. "But there was this one thi--"

He makes a quiet noise of pleasure and you choke, your fingers finally touching your slick cunny and rubbing it gently.

"...M-Mimi, did you... are you...?"

"Christ, I'm sorry, I-- fuck. I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't-- God, I..." he sighs, regret clear in his tone as he apologizes. "You probably think I'm some creep or something now. Feel free to cancel the date, I don't deserve it anyway after all this."

You swallow and you feel your face redden in embarrassment before answering, whispering.

"Actually, I... I, um, I'm not mad. I-I'm doing the same."

"What?"

His reply is instantaneous, his voice a mix of nervousness, shock, surprise, with the undeniable tinge of arousal. You were going to be the death of him someday.

"I-I'm doing the same. I know it's weird, I..." you trail off, sighing. "I'm sorry too."

"Can we..."

Megumi's trembling all over now, his cock unfathomably hard and standing up at attention in his fist, which begins to pump up and down a little more rapidly. You can hear it very faintly from your phone and you practically gush at the sound.

"...can we, um... keep doing this? And talking? I just... I think that since you're interested in me and I in you, we can satisfy our urges, I guess..."

"Please," you shiver, voice getting softer and more desperate as he talks.

"Fu-uck..." he groans out, biting his lip and looking down at himself. He decides to finally remove his boxers and strokes himself under the blanket, leaning into his phone's microphone as he pants softly.

You, in your own bed, whimper at the expletive -- you knew his voice was attractive, but this? Him swearing, and in that rough yet pleading tone, too, made you unimaginably wet.

"Can you... can you describe it? Please?" you choke out, toes curling as your fingers press against your clit slightly.

You hear him groan at your words again before he replies.

"I-It's standing up real tall 'n warm, sweetheart... it's fucking throbbing, all for you... God, I just wanna bend you over and... shit... just shove my cock into your tight pussy..."

You moan quietly as you imagine the absolute filth of the scenario, how deep his thick cock'll reach inside you... he'll probably be thrusting into you so hard that people on the street will hear the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin from the window of your bedroom all the way up on the fifth floor. And, oh, God, what if he grabs your hair and pulls on it, twisting your back and pulling his face closer to yours to meet you in an intense kiss, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in this passionate dance for control?

"You're gonna feel so good around me, baby... maybe clench as I play with your clit and press my hand to your stomach to feel that little dent of my cock... you're gonna feel so fucking warm and wet around me..." Megumi groans loudly as his hand does a particularly satisfying stroke around his length, smearing slightly sticky precum in his fist. "Christ, I can already imagine it... I'm so fucking close..."

"Me too," you cry out, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive skin and thighs quivering from the electrifying pleasure. "I'll feel so good, 'Mimi, so full..."

His fist travels up to his tip, continuing the up-and-down motion as he moans shakily. "y/n-- I-I'm gonna-- fuck, think I'm gonna come--"

You whimper in reply, toes curling and forearm flexing. At long last, that wave of heat crashes down on you both, him groaning shamelessly as thick cum spurts from the red tip and onto his fist, and you gasping for air, moaning as you reach your respective peaks. Your body trembles as you're thrown around mercilessly by your orgasm and he can tell very clearly by your voice -- it's high-pitched, desperate, and borderline wanton.

As you both calm down from your highs, the movements of your hands and arms gradually slowing down, you giggle breathlessly.

"This was... ah, certainly something..."

You hear his voice, deep and comforting as he chuckles, through your phone speaker.

"Indeed it was."

"...But we're still going on that date, right?"

Megumi laughs. "Obviously."

[windtowee]

Ello I’d usually make a big greeting but I’ve written this request way too much with no response so ima head straight to the request, sorry if it’s rude

Fandom: Httyd

Reader: Fem or GN idm which

Platonic ( or u could make it romantic idrc )

Summary: Reader is a new dragon rider and their dragon doesn’t like the gang or their dragons and it’s just all the riders coming up w/ ways to make reader’s dragon more comfy around them and stop attacking everyone

Toodles!

~ Cloudy

A/n: Don’t worry, it’s not rude, besides I prefer straight to the point anyways Gender Neutral! Rider! Reader and the dragon is a female Tw! Animal cruelty, child abandonment, mentions of violence, This is platonic

A mother’s love

“So how exactly do we make this dragon not try to attack us?” Astrid asked as the other riders and dragons in the room except your dragon. For some strange reason your dragon didn’t like anyone except you and it didn’t like anyone near you. It might be a trust or a protective thing but it’s pretty unique, as even Toothless isn’t like that.

“I’m not sure. This dragon is quite interesting as they don’t even listen to Toothless despite him being the alpha. Y/n, do you have an idea of why it doesn’t like anyone getting near you or it?” Hiccup asked while the others looked at you for an answer.

“Well, I have a couple of ideas but I think this one is the most likely. When I was about five, I was abandoned in the woods, fortunately my dragon was there too. As you know, my dragon is older than me, old enough to be my parent and my dragon had eggs that got destroyed by hunters” You responded as the others connected the dots. They were sadden by your short story and the realization.

“So correct me if I’m wrong, your dragon sees you as their child after their eggs were crushed by hunters?” Valka asked. She personally related to your dragon due to her being taken away from Hiccup and Stock when Hiccup was a baby. She couldn’t imagine if Hiccup had died or been abandoned.

“Yes. So the protectiveness and dislike is due to motherly nature” You responded as you knew the bond between you and your dragon was deeper than most bonds between people and their dragons.

“So the dragon wants to see if we’re a threat or not? That’s pretty understandable due to how mother dragon’s are very protective of their little ones” Fishlegs said as Hiccup was deep in thought about how to get the protective dragon to not attack them.

Valka then seemed to have an idea. A mother always trusts another mother, no matter the species of the two. Valka then grabbed you hand and led you out of the meeting hall with the others following.

“Mom? What are you doing?” Hiccup asked as Snotlout mumbled something about how Valka should hold his hand.

“She’s a mother, she’ll listen to another mother” Valka responded calmly as she was still walking with her hand in yours.

Soon, you all made your way to your dragon. Your dragon was growling and was ready to attack to protect you. Valka was still holding your hand as she stopped in front of your dragon as the others stood behind her, just in case your dragon attacked.

Valka held out her hand as Hiccup did with Toothless when they first met. Valka and your dragon made eye contact and your dragon got closer while Valka didn’t move or let go of your hand.

Your dragon looked between you and Valka who still has her hand out. “Please, I know you’ve suffered. I have too.. A mother would do anything to protect her child, I know that as I would do the same for mine” Valka whispers to your dragon as your dragon widens her eyes when she finds out Valka is a mother like herself. Your dragon lets down her guard a little, it’s working and your dragon steps closer to Valka with a more peaceful look.

Your dragon looks right in Valka’s eyes as Valka does the same. Valka is seen in your dragon’s eyes as your dragon is seen in Valka’s eyes, then your dragon presses her forehead against Valka’s hand. The others looked relieved that it worked as the emotional moment was occurring between two mothers who had suffered a great deal.

It was touching, really.. Valka was right. A mother will trust another mother if it involves a child’s health, happiness, or safety.

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

Eyo I've been looking forward to seeing blogs pop up for this game since I started playing, now as we know the mc is a fairly short/average height female so I was wondering for either vagastrom and/or frostheim reacting to a reader who is taller then them. Which ironic considering how tall a couple of them are😂 can be platonic or romantic idrc -👾

I don't think I can do a drabble with this one, so sorry! but I can write the little blurbos! And I'll do both! And I'm just gonna go ahead and give the MC here a big height difference because I think its funny. For the sake of comedy, this MC is 6'9

JIN KAMURAI

Platonically: I think he wouldn't like it. He's not necessarily the tallest, but he's not used to that big of a height difference. To have a sudden 'honor student' be forced to come along on missions was already a pain in the ass, but with the added height, it made recon a lot hard. On the up side, longer limbs meant easier access to their stigma enhancement.

Romantically: he'd get used to it but he's not a fan of the Frostheim elite gossiping about how tall his partner is. More than once has there been a ball at Frostheim and he's used his eyes like daggers to shut someone up. He'd use his stigma but dealing with the consequences would be too much of a pain. He again, like the longer limbs though, but now its more for hand holding and kissing their palm to embarrass them.

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

Platonically: I think Tohma is one of the few that don't necessarily care all too much. As long as they get the job done and don't get themselves or the second years killed then its whatever to him. He will however keep their height in mind for any future purposes.

Romantically: He still doesn't care. He's more of a brains type of person. Of course everyone has their preferences, but Tohma's ideal partner doesn't have a specific height range to them. He would want someone more intelligent to play chess with and talk.

KAITO FUJI

Platonically: Platonically speaking i think he'd find their height an inconvenience, not that he'd ever tell them that. At the very least he wouldn't be able to lose them in a crowd. When he tries to impress them however, he finds their height taking some of the wind out of his sails. But in certain situations he is using that "big dog energy" that they give off.

Romantically: he's not even hiding the fact that he's using big dog privileges anymore. And now he loves that their height draws attention to them, like look at his amazing partner! They're a couple! They chose him! He pretty much brags about how great their tall partner is. He will fight anyone who makes fun of his partner though, no questions asked.....or he might tell Luca to do it, but its the thought that counts

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Platonically: Luca here is another one that I don't think would care. The biggest difference though is that he doesn't intend to use their height to his advantage. He might ask them to use their height to help with something but he would be straightforward and tell/ ask them about it.

Romantically: okay, if they manage to get his one track mind off of his brother to get all romantic with him, then they're absolutely in on the plan now too. He starts adding them and their height into his plan to subjugate a demon to help find his brother. If they actually go along and take it seriously it's some serious brownie points with him.

ALAN MIDO

Platonically: two words. Sparring! Partner! Because of their height, he will want to spar and get some practice with something bigger than him. He will want to spar in the pit each and every time they come to Vagastrom.

Romantically: he will actually not want to spar with them anymore, or at least he say he won't. He's more of a protective kind of guy. Height doesn't necessarily matter to him, just so long as his partner is safe.

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

Platonically: number three in guys where it doesn't really matter what height MC is. He might ask them to grab a few things from top shelves while he cooks, but other than that and asking with lifting some stuff. He hesitates to take them out for rides on Bonnie (his bike) however, because of their height.

Romantically: In a relationship, he once again doesn't care his partners height. He does however make them more food, to make sure his partner has enough energy to get through the day. He's more likely to take them out of a ride on Bonnie but he still hesitates and makes sure their long limbs won't accidently touch something that could get them hurt, all before he even CONSIDERS taking his partner out on a bike ride

LEO KUROSAGI

Platonically: he would 100% make jokes about their height. He would also constantly want help getting things from top shelves, even if he can reach it himself. If he's gonna keep them around, he's gonna make sure they're useful for something.

Romantically: okay, i hope his partner is ready to be a pair of hands in his posts. He would try his best to convince his partner to make a tiktok account with him. If not, then he would absolutely get them to take pictures for him. Congratulations! They're his new personal camera person. He's the type to not post it unless its PERFECT, so they might be there for a long time.

[s4turnzbarzzz]

Uhh erm uh. Can you write the dad from coraline x reader. Im. Normal about him. Can be sfw or nsfw idrc. i need new meds.,

okay so im not sure which version of the dad you meant so ill give you both!! btw i looked it up and his names charles/charlie so theres a fun fact about him that i didnt know

Charlie Jones x GN reader

(sfw)

requested: yes

tw: none

Charlie Jones (other vers)

Yes he still works on his music most of the time, but he makes sure to cook dinner for you and cleans up afterwards when you get home because he knows your job can be tiring

(not) suprisingly he loves to cuddle and hold hands with you, makes sure you feel loved and cared for

will absolutely run bubble baths for you if thats something you enjoy

you guys definently have weird bug/plant themed nicknames for each other

will 100% write songs for and about you

he loves you so much like omg

probably one of the healthiest relationships ever tbh

he loves if you garden with him

it makes his heart melt if you take care of his plants while hes busy with music or if hes doing stuff around the house

Charlie Jones (reg vers)

he gets pretty busy with writing and it makes his back hurt sometimes (his posture is atrocious) so if you offer to rub his back he will melt in your hands

his cooking isnt the greatest but if you can cook well he will cook with you and try to pick up some stuff

when you guys fall asleep at night he will cuddle up to you and then be out like a light

loves it if you wake him up with kisses

when you guys eat breakfast together(if hes the one who cooked) expect some heart shaped pancakes or smiley face eggs and bacon

he loves to give you hugs, it makes him happy and makes him feel safe and loved

he has designated days that he takes breaks on so just know that you will be cuddling until you have to go do something like work or go to the bathroom

sometimes he falls asleep while writing so if you check on him and hes asleep, save his work and put his glasses on his desk and give him a blanket, it makes him really happy if you save his work for him because he knows that he forgets to sometimes

A/N: sorry if this was short or if it wasnt what you wanted, its late at night where i am so i tried my best lol

[milesworld96]

MY THOUGHTS ON NO MERCY‼️‼️‼️

the Baron & Bron match was pretty good but idrc care about either of them so imma just keep it short and simple.

BRO I AM SO MAD THAT DOMDOM LOST BC JUDGEMENT DAY NOW LOST ONE GOLD, BUT I AM SO HAPPY THAT TRICK GOT WHAT HE DESERVED <333 Sad that it was at Domdom’s expense tho :(

YES YES YES YES THEY WERE THE ONLY TEAM I REALLY EANTED TO WIN; scared that they might have to relinquish the titles if Tony is actually injured tho 😔 I hope he’s okay

BEST DAY EVERRR!!!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY NOAM RETAINED HIS HERITAGE CUP😍😍😍 INLOVE MY DUMBASS WHITE BOY <3333 plus Meta-Four is just so😍😍😍 Like what is NOT to love about them? Sorry Butch🤭

😨😨😨

WHAT!!! TGE!!! FUCK!!!

REALKY??? AFTER TRICK WON HIS TITLE, NOW YOU GOT MELO LOSING HIS SNHJDJ#HDJDDH NOOO😭😭😭 DRAGUNOV DESERVED IT BUT WHYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭 MELO IS HIM😢😢 the match was fucking CRAZY tho shit was sooooo good😋😋

(Also getting bad vibes from this match, if Melo lost his title than I’d doubt they’d have another main title get taken <\\3 sorry Tiffy.)

NNSOXOXXOXIDDHD I CANT DO THIS, I REALLY WANTED TIFFANY TO WIN :((((

<\\\\\33 Also being delusional and hoped that Jade would come out for a her debut and step up to Becky BUT she can actually do that at Raw after Becky has her match against Nox😈😈😈

BUT THE BARBIES AND THE MATCH AS A WHOLE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE WWHHHHHHHHHAATTTTTT

[astroyongie]

ugh i’m sorry i’m about to rant.

i’m literally so sick of my ex ? it’s like he’s stringing me along just for the joy of it. we have A LOT of history together so to try and keep this short i will probably leave a lot out. anyways we’ve known each other since we were 8, always been pretty good friends. once we started dating it was like everything just clicked ? like i was never bored with the conversations we always had something to talk about, we just had a great vibe. everything was cool while we were dating. we ended up breaking because of a lie (idk tbh it was so embarrassing i just cut him off). he get with one of my friends ( idrc me and her wasn’t close then ) so he break up with her to get back with me so we got back together but it was a little bit weird because i was reserved a little due to the “lie” and we ended up breaking up again because he said it was “ different “ and we never dated again. so i cut him off again COMPLETELY i didn’t even look his way, talk to him, it was like he was dead to me like i never joined in conversations with him. if a group of people were talking and he said something i literally acted like he wasn’t there and continued talking to others around us. anyways he end up hitting up a mutual friend saying like “ i can’t keep a relationship because i compare them to her “ etc and i felt the same way. so he reach out to me asking if we can be cool and he apologized. even though we were cool i still didn’t talk to him. so fast forward ( like a year later ) he text me again and was basically asking if he could speak to me whenever he see me because he didn’t like acting like as if he didn’t know me and we were strangers. i said yeah because 1. i didn’t even know he would see me, like this man was really dead to me so it didn’t make a difference to me and 2. i thought maybe that would help me with my relationships because i kept comparing him to others and could never get into a relationship with anyone else. everyone just seemed so boring compared to him. anyways we sorta kinda start talking a little ( as friends ) and then as time went on we started talking more but he would say shit like “ you know i’m here for you “ when he was drunk or “ i always randomly hit you up because i always think about you BUT i don’t like you “ and stuff like that. and when he thought something was wrong ( like me just being sad, or when he thought my ex was hitting me) he would become so protective yk ? he would always beat around the bush about hanging out (but we never did because like ?????) and he would always come and talk to me about personal stuff and he hates doing that with anyone. anyways he would always say certain stuff that could be taken a certain way and i would never feed into it cause i thought “ i’m over thinking it “ he would joke about us “ having sex “ on april fools and us getting married and shit like that. anyways now he’s in a relationship and for years i’ve been fed up with this like back and forward shit we have going on. like we’re currently in our “ not talking “ stage and i honestly think i’m going to keep it this way like even if he text me i prob won’t reply. for years i’ve been dealing with this and i’ve been tired of this for years and i obviously can’t talk to him about it because he’s in a relationship and that would be extremely inappropriate. idk i’m just super fed up and angry because sometimes i think he’s using me ? idk ugh i’m so confused and angry and even a tad bit hurt. idk maybe i AM adjust thinking too much in it and he really wants to be friends. but for years it’s always been about what he want, when will it finally be about what i want ? why do i have to keep playing the games by his rules, i don’t want to do this anymore. sometimes i want to hurt him so bad so he can see how i feel but i honestly feel like he wouldn’t care ? someone very close to him is always trying to court me and i always reject them because i’m not that type of person but damn sometimes i just want to see what would happen if i did ? idk maybe i’m fucked up for even thinking about it.

Hey hun,

Firstly, I want to say that everyone is free to rant and I hope that you feel a little better by removing all of this on your heart.

It seems to me that you developed a co dependent relationship with this person, maybe because he was your "first love", and first loves are always complicated to deal with. It's the ones that will forge the rest of our relationships. It honestly sounds like it's toxic and it doesn't give you anything good.

You should listen to your heart and act according to it. Stop giving yourself excuses about the topic. If you really want to cut him of of your life, do so, block him everywhere, make sure he cannot reach you, change the usernames of your accounts, make it private. Make the best decisions for yourself, but one day you will have to stop knocking at the same door, or else you might not see the beautiful other doors that are here for you to open

[rainy-astrology]

thats what baffles me about this whole life thing that we have to unfortunately force ourselves to endure even if we dont want to admit it we are slaves to the broken system. there is so much that we can or should be doing but at the end of it it dont matter once we pass away cause then u be a no body yknow. no one on earth can really say when but i wanna know when... idrc for the whole life is short yolo shtick that was a saying in the mid 00s or whenever. theres only so much u can realistically achieve and if u fail as i have then whats the point in sticking around? why is there no exit button cause i dont want to stick around past the age of 50? the state the world and countries are in is dreadful. people on here are still timid to talk about death but we cant avoid the subject.

Hi anon, are you alright? You sound very stressed and depressed. This is some pretty negative thinking...Especially if you're asking about death and not wanting to live long. "If you fail as I have then whats the point of sticking around?" I'm guessing you base your self worth on success and you haven't met your expectations/goals, so you're already considering yourself a failure and want to quit. You're under 50, so you're still young (and even if you were 50 or older, age can't stop you from reaching your goals) and have plenty of time to achieve all of the things you want. Yes we will all die in the end, but that doesn't mean you should spend the rest of your time doing nothing and being negative. That's a sad way to live. It's also not a reason to want to leave early... There must be something else in this world that you want to live for.

Is there nothing or nobody you value? Life is about the small things too...it's about the people you are with too...do you really want to quit and leave those behind? Even if you don't think you have either, surely you do. Think about it. Reflect deeply. Even if you think you will be insignificant after your death, you will matter to those you're close to, to people you have impacted and care about. I'm sure there's someone who cares about you. The world may not know you, but why do you care about people you don't even personally know.

You can still be successful no matter how many times you've failed. Isn't that what life is? A series of trials and lessons, learning experiences? You don't have to beat yourself up so much over your mistakes and failures. Learn from them, grow from them.

But I get what you're saying though, I think about it a lot actually. The world is in an incredibly depressing state and just seems to get worse each passing minute. Sometimes it does feel like our efforts amount to nothing, especially since we'll die anyway. We really can be doing so much more and run the world in a much different, better way yet we somehow chose some miserable ways...It's completely understandable. I also especially understand with the failure part, but we can't let that eat us up y'know. We only truly fail when we give up completely.

I know you didn't come to me to get some motivational speech or whatever, but I do not want you to wallow in your own sadness. It's ok to be sad and to be depressed, but you shouldn't give up either.

Decided to put your other ask in here as well

Yeah I'm sorry I didn't really have much of an answer for your 1st ask.

Certain times? Like birth times? I don't think there's much to it, it just happens to be the time we're born at. The placements are based on the degree and coordinates of the stars and such at the time iirc.

No, I don't think it does. Nothing in your birth chart or astrology is set in stone. It is simply a guide to help you learn about yourself and what you may want in life, the lessons and experiences you may go through. Plus depending on the type of chart system and astrology system you use, one chart can mean one thing while the other says something else (but there should likely be an overlapping theme between the charts). It's all up to you to make the action and effort to build your own path and life.

[haarrrys]

Hiii can you do dad!Harry where his little girl is a smaller version of him but he had her with woc (black) and they make breakfast together???! And she has curly hair and stuff.

yes ofc! tysm for requesting something :) i always love the poc ones because i feel there's not many out there. this is perf lol

if anyone wants to repost just give credits idrc :)

(im stilling figuring out how to write on tumblr so sorry if it's messy)

(i imagine amani, his daughter, like this ↓)

curls & pancakes

harry gazed lovingly at his daughter sound asleep in her 'big girl bed', as she liked to call it, though it really was just a slightly bigger crib. he had a certain warmth in his eyes, watching the small girl that resembled him in so many ways stir in her sleep, muttering about cupcakes and how the potty is scary, which really made him wonder what toddlers dream about. she let out an unconscious whimper before her eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the bright room which was conveniently set to have all lights on by eight am. (mainly because harry was an early riser and loved being greeted with his daughters adroble bright brown eyes in the morning, even if she did get a bit grouchy)

"why staring at m'daddy?" she asked, her voice having a slight lisp that harry could only coo at. this wasn't a rare occurrence, he'd come most mornings (if not all) watching her for a few moments before she woke up then asked the same question every morning. harry was sure three year olds have short term memory loss or something.

"staring at you b'cause you're so pretty." harry sighed, resting his head in his palm where his elbow was propped up in the edge of her crib big girl bed. his daughter giggled calling harry silly while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her knuckles, ready to start the day. "thank y'daddy" she smiled, lifting herself from the crib indicating harry to pick her up (which he would always gladly do until his back gave out)

harry hummed in response, giving himself a pat on the back for teaching her good manners; something he noticed a lot of parents didn't do. once he made it downstairs, he settled her on the kitchen island, grabbing his ingredients and utensils while she kicked her feet back and fourth, singing a song she's heard on harry's playlist. the sun was shining beautifully into the room, letting its rays shine on amani, her brown skin glowing in its essence. harry smiled at her while she just talked to herself, scratching lightly at her messy hair of brown curls that harry made a mental note to do later.

"bubs come help me make pancakes." harry said, tickling her little foot for a moment, making her shriek with a smile on her face. "chocolate chip?" she asked, hopping down (not without her daddy's help) from the island. "of course, i have to make my baby's favorite don't i?" harry said teasingly, grabbing a stool for her so she could reach the mixing bowl.

amani scowled, "not a baby!" hiding her smile terribly because harry knew she secretly loved being his baby; always spoiled with only the best.

"mm, always my baby. even when you're big like me, I'll still call you m'baby" harry said, kissing her cheek which amani rubbed off with a playful disgusted face making harry roll his eyes attacking her with kisses (spilling atleast half of the chocolate chip bag on the floor which amani scolded him for)

~

"mmm, yummy" she said, licking the chocolate syrup off her lips while she finished her last pancake. after their kitchen incident, and cleaning flour off the floors they finally made breakfast and ate in the comfort of their living room while rewatching all the tinkerbell movies (which harry couldn't deny, he was way to invested in it than he should be)

while watching the movies amani suggested harry do her hair just like Iridessa (which was luckily, was just a bun so harry was sure he wouldn't fail to terribly) so now they ran up the stairs to the bathroom, his daughter tugging at his sleeve to hurry up with an excited smile on her face that would definitely make harry dig himself six feet under if he disappointed her.

once he got all the things appropriate for her hair he began spraying warm water into it, loosening the curls and adding hydration.

he had struggled trying to do her hair from the second she popped out his (ex) girlfriends belly; head full of curls that harry was scared he'd ruin somehow. he watched endless youtube videos of different hair styles (like protective ones or just an afro) and ways to maintain the hair; moisturizer, brushes that would be gentle on her hair, oils, what shampoos wouldn't dry out her hair, so on so fourth. he was basically now an expert, only using youtube when she wanted a specific hair do's (mostly braids with beads at the ends that killed harry to do while she moved every second, but when it came to her he'd do anything)

he could do a bun for sure, but he always had the fears that he couldn't do it as good as she hoped (though he failed to see the wonder in her eyes while she watched him through the mirror handling her curls with gentle hands)

he began to carefully brush out her hair, making sure to start at the ends and work his way up to the top. he put some curling cream, which he had specialized only for his baby because he's just like that, and put gel to keep it in its hold (he had a wild three year old) while tying it into a tight bun asking if it's to tight every few seconds, making amani annoyed.

"okay I'm done." harry said anxiously, putting his hands on his waist while waiting for his daughters reaction. it was ok, probably not as good as her mum could do but it wasn't the worst. amani smiled, looking at herself in the mirror, turning to see every angle of her hair "thank you!! i look like a fairy now, I'm so pretty!" she exclaimed, running to her room to which he knew she'd "call" goofy (on her fake micky mouse phone) and tell him all about how her daddy did her hair like iridessa and made her chocolate chip pancakes.

harry could only shake his head lovingly with a sigh smiling when he heard her laughing to herself.

this is my first tumblr story :) i feel like it's kinda shit because it has no definite plot but i hope you like it @hazgoldenstyles !! feel free to send more requests or concepts/ whatever u want.

[queerautism]

hello! love ur blog btw and im here for the ask game thing.

im autistic and have ptsd so i already consider myself disabled in that regard but i only recently started to accept that i was also physically. i feel a Dull pain pretty much all the time, mostly in my finger joints, wrists, back, shoulders, neck, hips, and sometimes my ankles. my feet and hands are sensitive to cold and they also fall asleep super easy which is annoying. when i walk for long periods of time by body starts to hurt more.. just to name a few symptoms

i recently got a cane to help when i need to walk a lot, and weed also helps calm the pain too. but ive never gone to a doctor about my chronic pain bc im used to being invalidated bc im fat. pain in my side when i walk? need to exercise more. cant get past round 10 of the pacer test? youre just fat and thats why. literally anything weakness or pain or fatigue?? you need to lose weight. all my life my parents would hound me about my weight as if they werent the ones feeding me all the fast food i was eating.

now that im older and i dont live with them anymore, i feel more comfortable accepting myself being "physically impaired", i still dont use 'disabled' bc im actually very mobile and energetic in short bursts, which is probably a silly cop-out, but yeah. my parents also have no idea i have a cane and im gonna show up to their house with it this summer bc idrc what they think anymore lolz (they treat me with more kindness and respect nowadays so i feel safe doing this dw)

anyway thank u for being a kewl blogger rouke much luv <3

Hey thanks! <3 Honestly it does sound like you're physically disabled, and i know theres a disorder where the cold hands and feet and falling asleep stuff is very common, but cant remember the name right now. Im sorry doctors are so fatphobic i fucking hate it. Well done on getting a cane though!!!! Thats amazing 💜

[takenbyheartstrings]

changing of the seasons | tom holland.

[ tom x fem!reader au || warnings. fluff, swearing, angst, implications of sex, the reader drinking || wc. 5.2k (this is a bit of a long one LMAO)  ] a/n. it’s currently 4:52 in the morning, so my apologies if this is so sloppy, but I’m writing it and heading straight to bed, praying there’s no major grammatical errors. Now, ik that uni doesn’t have frats or whatever, but it’s an au so idrc about accuracy ANYWAY, goodnight to all <3

W I N T E R

YOUR BREATH HITCHED AGAINST THE COLD AIR OF THE NIGHT, this cold of a day in London was not unusual, not welcomed, nor un-welcomed. You sort of loved the cold days, even if it rained so much that it was almost impossible to leave the house. It brings a sense of home to you and your roommate.

The same roommate who tried to join one of those sororities. But then chickened out last minute ‘Those girls are so fucking intimidating... I dunno how anyone does it!’ You laugh as you remember the day she came back to the dorm in shambles, only slightly tipsy. She really was the party type - but you had obligated to stay back at the dorm and watch Netflix or something, she found you coddled watching and reading. It wasn’t an unusual state for you at all, and you partied sometimes, Katie had mocked you previously, for acting as if you’re ‘Not like other girls.’ But you had to disagree, she was being ridiculous.

But that’s not where the story starts, ironically; the story starts at one of those terrible parties. Katie had dressed you in a nice pair of high waisted jeans and a tank top. You felt like you were wearing a little too less, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. You were just a little shy, so you slipped a jacket on top. In your defence: ‘Kate! It’s freezing outside!’

You were at a party where everyone knew you as the smartest kid in possibly the grade - you weren’t bullied or anything, but you weren’t popular either. Everyone knew you, and you knew them. You weren’t friends with them, but you weren’t not friends with them - you were the middle ground; the mediocre.

But in the whole time you were at this party, you managed to see the one person you didn’t like at all, and who didn’t like you.

Tom Holland was a stuck-up brat who didn’t know any better than to slack off in class, drink until so drunk he could barely speak properly, make comments about people that were anything but nice, and to make things even better, cheated on his girlfriend, and still, no matter how much he annoyed you, how much he despised you, how much the two of you tried to avoid each other... the two of you always managed to get in each other’s way.

You didn’t even knew how Tom Holland managed to slither his way into your life. But he did, and although the two of you disliked each other (although, it’s not a strong enough word), he always needed. your. help.

You saw it coming when he walked up to you at that stupid party, “What do you want, Thomas?” You questioned, your arms crossed over your jacket like they had been the whole night, a red solo cup sat in your hand.

“I need your help, passing another class.” He speaks and you can’t help but roll your eyes, you had a tutoring service, you knew what you were getting yourself into - but you didn’t think this one particular person would keep coming back for every test. There had to be something he was good at! How would he have gotten into uni if he weren’t?

You chuckled, “Is there seriously nothing you can do on your own?” You question him airing your thoughts.

You’re sat in a corner, and Tom is a charmer, so naturally, his hand leans onto the wall, keeping you in your place, he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that suggests he’ll be sleeping in it tonight after he’s blacked out on his own bed, “Look, princess,” He almost spits, “Help me out, it’s the least you can do for me, after all, you’re the one making the money.”

and although, ALTHOUGH, you hate Thomas Stanley Holland with almost every single bone in your body...

you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach when he calls you princess.

You look him in the eye, almost slightly flustered, biting your lip, “Fine, I’ll teach you, just come by my dorm tomorrow at four and we can get started.”

“I have practi-” You cut Tom’s words off with the knife of your tongue.

“I don’t care what you have, if you won’t pass, there won’t be any practice at all. So I’d keep your mouth shut.” Tom takes note of your poisonous tone, nodding before he leaves you be in the exact same spot he found you in.

That night you went home with Katie, she was sloshed and drunk and could throw up all over you at any moment, but you were so tired. You wanted to hold her hair back, you so truely did, but you tied it up and let her be, despite her saying it was okay and to get some rest - you really did feel bad, and she should’ve taken her own advice.

The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you were determined to cram as much alone time in before Kate or Tom came to the dorm room. So you pretty much just sat on your ass all day, typing away at your computer and laughing at stupid YouTube videos in a pair of bike shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. You could see the black bralette you were wearing underneath it, but you weren’t expecting anyone so you depending on your memory to know when to change your clothes. But you didn’t think fast enough as there was a knock on your door. You walked over, expecting it to be Kate coming back from class or from getting Coffee with her girlfriend, but there’s almost so much luck for the world, and apparently, you didn’t get any at all.

“Thomas!” You shriek as you open the door wide, the dorm room was not far from a mess, but messy enough to say, “Sorry about the mess,” You invite him into the dorm room, hastily putting the blankets and pillows back into their places.

Tom walks into the familiar room, one he had been in many times and not for harmless fun. But to get his grades up. But there was a lot of things that you didn’t know about Tom Holland, a frat boy who’s life depends on the money he just so happens to have passed down to him. But Tom wasn’t the disgusting piece of crap you thought him out to be at all. The cheating? It was a rumour made by his piece of shit girlfriend, who just needed an excuse to dump him to get with her side-piece. But he was paraded for it by his friends, so he went a long with it - knowing that what was happening was so disgustingly gross and out of line. Tom to you was a bad guy, but in reality. He would be one of the nicest people you could ever know. Partially because of you.

To make it even clearer, Tom WAS that kind of guy, he’d been sleeping with everyone in sight before he got his girlfriend, to try and prove to you that he could hold a relationship, to prove to you that he was a good guy. He stopped the comments, convinced his friends to stop the comments as well. He was trying to be better because of you.

Tom tried not to look at how good you looked in your shorts and t-shirt, but his eyes couldn’t help following every inch of your body. He was trying his best, he really was. But he had to force his eyes away.

Finally after tiding up the place, slightly, you stood up properly and spoke, “Shall we get started?”

“Yes, we should.” Tom’s voice rang as you broke him out of whatever trance he was in before. He knew full well that he didn’t like you, but he didn’t know if that was him trying to convince himself, or if it was actually true - anymore at least.

You were sat down with Tom at the desk you had brought from IKEA not too long ago, you had a monitor and PC that sat in front of the two of you as you both worked on Tom’s History assignment. There was a sudden stop between the work-flow when you saw that Tom hadn’t been paying attention.

You looked at him as he looked at you, “Tom, pay fucking attention or there’s no way you’re going to pass and as much as I dislike you, I want you to do good.”

Guess being a nice person kills, huh? You can’t truely hate Tom, because there’s some mindset of yours unable to stop caring about Tom and how he does in school, because you feel bad for him.

Tom rolls his eyes, “Fine... what were you saying?” He tries to pay attention to you but you look way too good to be able to focus, so his eyes just stay on you and your voice drowns out.

You look at Tom who’s still looking at you rather than doing the work, “Tom,” Your voice shakes him out, as you shake him, your hand on his shoulder.

You yourself, didn’t realise how close the two of you were, but as your breath was on Tom’s face, and Tom’s breath was on yours. His hand moved up your thigh - and you let it. He moved closer and closer, his lips finally meeting yours as you kissed him back, the two of you stood up as you’re still kissing the air getting hotter and hotter.

Tom lifts your shirt over your head before pulling away for a minute, “Are you sure you wants this?” He questions you.

“Tom, if you keep talking, I’m going to change my mind.” You say before pressing your lips to his once more.

He unclips your bralette, his warm lips on yours, the winter’s air was nothing compared to what was happening in dorm 4B at this moment, his kisses moving down your neck to your chest, and your soft moans echo in your bedroom, nothing was stopping the two of you.

⏤

YOU AND TOM lay there, completely breathless.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ You asked yourself in shambles before standing up and getting yourself dressed.

“You need to leave,” You tell Tom as he sits up.

He chuckles, “Why?” He smiles coyly.

You roll your eyes at Tom, slipping your white shirt back over your head. You sigh heavily as you look back at him once more, “Tom, I can’t even fathom what happened here, right now.”

“We had sex, Y/N, there’s not much to unpack here.” He speaks softly, “Look, I get that you hate me or whatever,” He stands as he puts his sweatpants and jersey back on, “But I’ve never hated you.”

He grabs his shoes and slides them back on, before grabbing his backpack and leaving you to your own thoughts. That was the first time you’d ever heard him say something like that. That he never hated you. You had just assumed he did because of the way he acted towards you. You fell back onto your bed. 

You started to question your hatred for Tom, but you didn’t know how long it would take before your feelings would soon unpack, it was harder to do than expected. You thought it was black and white. But it’s a lot harder, way harder than you initially thought.

You heard the door open as Katie slammed the door behind her shut, checking in on you as her head popped into your room.

“Katie, I had sex with Tom Holland.” You spoke, almost afraid of the words that came out of your mouth.

S P R I N G

THE FLOWERS HAD STARTED TO BLOSSOM, you hadn’t talked to Tom since what happened in your room and you made every effort to ignore him or avoid him no matter how hard he tried.

What happened with him happened in January, it was now April. It had been four months, four months of just thinking. Debating with yourself and debating with your feelings. Tom didn’t make it easier to think about him either. He was trying to grab your attention so madly that it drove the two of you insane for each other.

Your phone didn’t stop pinging with text messages and emails and phone calls from the boy. It drove you mad. 

You store at your phone for longer than a minute while drinks were happening for a little girls night that Katie had planned, “Stop staring at your phone, Y/N,” Katie’s girlfriend spoke.

“Sorry,” You apologised softly, as Ciera laughed.

“Don’t apologise,” She sighed, “What’s happening for you right now is complicated, you had hate sex and you’re scared of commitment to the person you had hate sex with when he’s more than ready to commit to something you’re not.”

You whacked Ciera over their arm, “OW!” She shrieks.

“Sorry Ciera, but I’m not afraid of commitment.” You tell them, “I’m just afraid of committing to Tom himself,”

Katie walks into the kitchen, three glasses in her hand, “He’s a good person, y’know,” Katie sits down the glasses in front of you and Ciera.

“It’s true,” Ciera speaks, “He’s not as bad as you say he is,”

You end up rolling your eyes at both of their words, “I know, but I’ve just always seen him in the worst light there is, rude to teachers, to people, at parties he gets blackout drunk - always coming to me when he needs help, tries to form a friendship, forgets all about it the next day and comes running back to me again, so sorry if I’m a little on the fence.” You tell your best friends.

Ciera rubs your arm, looking at Katie, “We’re gonna leave you to cool off and think alright, we’ll be at the bar about five minutes away, we’ll see you soon.” Ciera and Katie sigh leaving you to your thoughts.

You walk over to the couch and turn on the TV, sitting down you look at the glass of drink in your hand, placing it down on the coffee table. Your dorms windows were open so you just looked at the night sky through them, it wasn’t cold nor hot. A little warm - you wished you could forget about all of the shit that was happening at the moment. But Tom wouldn’t leave you alone, he texted you asking you how you were doing, trying to grab your attention. You had to admit it, it was kind of sweet of him to text you once a day and ask. To call you to try to ask. He left a voicemail everyday too, and they were filled with nice messages for you to listen to. Just him talking about his day.

You thought of what you had said earlier, being scared to commit to Tom. You sighed as your head turned back to the TV, you felt something in you that you hadn’t felt before. A sense of urgency. You slipped on a pair of shoes and made your way to Tom’s Frat house.

It wasn’t late, so you just banged on the door. Out came Harrison Osterfield, Tom Hollands best friend - not to mention the fact that you also helped him pass a couple of his classes, he was Tom’s best friend and a good guy. He made an effort to say ‘Hey Y/N!’ in the Quad or if he sees you on your way to class.

Why couldn’t you like Harrison? you asked yourself as he met your eyes.

“Hey Haz,” You smile.

Haz chuckled, “Hello, Y/N, what can I do for you today?” 

“Do you by any chance know where Tom is?” You queried, “It’s kinda important? I dunno, but I have to talk to him.”

“Well, he’s upstairs in his room, third room on the right.” He said opening the large door a little more to let you inside.

You made your way into the large mansion (well, a really big house, but extra points for the spiral staircase in the middle of the house), the house looked different with nobody in it. There was lots of room to move around and you didn’t have to sit in one corner of the room. The floor was a pearled white marble, something you hadn’t actually seen before. You made your way up the large staircase and over to Tom’s room.

Before entering, you knocked on the door, when you walked in you saw something you didn’t want to see at all, “WHAT THE FUCK, TOM?” You almost screamed, as he looked up at you, fear in his eyes - he was obviously in bed with some blonde bitch.

“Y/N WAIT,” he hurries to put his pants on before running after you.

“NO TOM, I’M NOT WAITING FOR YOU, I CAME HERE TO BE MORE LIKE YOU’VE WANTED FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS AND YOU’RE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, I WAS READY TO FACE MY FEARS AND JUMP INTO THE DEEP END.” You felt like you were on the verge of tears. He had done all this waiting for you, so you felt like you owe him some time, time to talk to explain himself, but it didn’t feel worth it.

Tom’s face goes red, “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, Y/N, SO DESPERATELY AND THE ONE TIME I ASK YOU TO WAIT YOU SAY NO-”

“YOU WERE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, THOMAS,” You groan frustrated, calming yourself down, “I was afraid to commit to you, Tom. I always saw you as some shitty person, but after seeing you wait for me taking your time. I’m still not ready but I thought, ‘Hey! that’s the beauty of something scary, you never know!’” you quote your thoughts, “BUT I GUESS I WAS RIGHT.”

You made your way out the door as Tom grabbed your arm, “Y/N,” His eyes looked into yours, they were clearly sorry - but you couldn’t buy it anymore, “I’m sorry.”

You knew he was, you could hear it in the voice crack, the tears that were now running down his face. He sniffled as he held your arm, knowing that he fucked up. Although you wanted to wait, you knew you should’ve made a move sooner. You had so much time and even going into the frat house today, you didn’t even know but you knew you’d never be ready for something like this without going into it head on.

Tom fucked up by not waiting when he told you was.

Although the two of you weren’t dating, it still hurt like a knife to the chest.

“Fucking, bullshit Tom.” You said it. Immediately regretting it when it came out of your mouth.

You stormed out of the house, Tom’s hot hand leaving your skin.

S U M M E R

YOU, KATIE AND CIERA are on the beach, you’d actually flown to another country to do so, Greece was lovely this time of year.

You store into the clear blue waters as Katie and Ciera swam their lives away staying next to each other. To say the least, you were quite jealous of them. Not just because any chance at a relationship with Tom had flown out the window. You were shattered at the thought. The girls thought a nice getaway would do you good, better than Tom could ever. But they were wrong.

Now that you and Tom weren’t going to be together, you wanted him more than you could’ve wanted him before. You stood up, your toes in the sand as you called out to your friends.

“Guys! I’m gonna go for a little walk around, I’ll catch you guys back here in a little bit,” They both nodded, not giving a second thought before you walked away. This was more of an excuse to get away together and have you be the third wheel.

You walked through the streets looking around at boutiques and stores that line the streets. You walked into a few and ran your hand over the racks. You didn’t buy anything. But the thought was nice, as you walked however, you saw a familiar face standing in an Ice-Cream shop.

“Haz?” You asked as he turned to you with a smile.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “Hey, Y/N!”

After you and Tom had the argument, you had been avoiding Tom at all costs, you hadn’t however been ignoring the other guys, and the other guys told Tom how you were doing. You would smile and talked to his friends and the second he should show up, you leave Tom in the dust and in the dark.

“So who are you here with?” You questioned Haz.

His smile falters but he catches it, “Just the boys, you know, Tuwaine, Harrison...” he trails off for a moment, “Tom.”

You sigh, “Well, I hope you guys are having a good time, I better get going, Katie and Ciera are waiting at the Hotel for me.”

Harrison groans playfully, “How about you text your friends and come hang out with us?” He smiles, charming.

“What about Tom?” You questioned.

Harrison sighs looking at you softly, “You and Tom need to talk, wether it’s under the influence, or wether it’s sober. You and him need to talk - he’s completely crushed. He has been for four months, you guys haven’t talked in four months, even before that you barely talked.”

“Look, Haz, Tom and I slept together and he pined for me and then I got him in bed with some blonde bitch and the rest is now.” You glared at Haz for even trying, but he was right - the two of you needed to talk. It wasn’t debatable anymore, you let out a heavy sigh, “But, I’ll go, you’re right.”

“Okay,” Harrison smiles, “If you want Ciera and Katie to come, they can.”

“Trust me, they’re probably very busy.” You laugh and wink as he leads you back to where the boys were partying for the night. It came quicker than it left, one minute you were on the beach, the next it was dark and you were at a bon fire, where there were only five partygoers, you and four boys.

“HARRY!!!” you hear three voices chime loudly, as you walk out Haz those cheers stop.

“H-Hey, Y/N,” Tom speaks nervously.

“Hey Tom.”

A few moments later, is what it feels like, after you’ve drunk a few drinks, you’re laughing with Tom, smiling with Tom, getting feely with. Tom. You were telling so many stories about your life during uni, during high-school and embarrassing ones at that. They traded theirs and you traded yours. It was turning out to be a fun time, and then Haz, Harrison and Tuwaine all turned in. You watched as the fire burnt in front of you and Tom, the yellow and orange flame.

You weren’t totally sloshed and neither was Tom, maybe just a little tipsy, a little more relaxed, “Tom, I’m sorry,” You spoke, “What happened between us all those nights ago - It just really hurt, Tom.”

“I can’t keep telling you how sorry I am, I fucked up,” He sighs.

You sigh, “We both fucked up, Tom. I should’ve told you how I was feeling and I shouldn’t have made you wait for me.”

“And I shouldn’t have fucked someone else,”

“You had every right to-”

“NO I DIDN’T.” He raises his voice, “I shouldn’t have slept with someone else, because I am so in love with you.”

You couldn’t believe what he had told you, “Tom I-”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, I just- I needed you to know,” He stands, walking away before you can say anything else.

A U T U M N

ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW HOW TOM FELT ABOUT YOU, you still decided to hangout with him, be friends. Figure out what you wanted to do about it. Do about your feelings for him. You felt like you were leading him on but every time you asked him about it, he assured you differently. He was okay with being friends, but you’ll always know he’ll want more.

You and Tom walked through campus, the leaves that blossomed now orange and yellow, falling from the sky - crunching under your feet, a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You had a warm navy winter coat over your figure. Tom linked his arm with yours.

“I’ve got class,” He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket with a reminder telling him about his class.

You smile pulling him closer, “I’ll see you later then,” He hugs you and you tighten it, not wanting to let go of him, but reluctantly doing so. You watch as he walks away, Katie walking up behind you with her own cup of Coffee.

“Where’s he going?” Katie asks you and you look over at her.

“Class.” The word comes out of your mouth, almost as if you’re sad to watch him walk away. That’s because you were sad to watch him walk away.

Katie chuckles, “Let’s get back to the dorm, Ciera bought donuts!” She jumps, excited to go back.

“What kind?” You question your best friend.

She freezes, “Well she’s my girlfriend so,”

“That means that she was clearly thinking of you, so I take it they bought-”

“Jam!” Katie smiles, as the two of you walk, she skips.

This is what you wanted with Tom. You wanted him to buy you donuts and for you to get excited when he doesn’t even ask what type you want - you wanted him to just surprise you with the smallest things. Remember the smallest details. But you had missed it all, every morning, Tom brought you a coffee as the two of you headed to the only class the two of you had together, that he hadn’t asked you for your order at all, or your birthday earlier that month, he brought you your favourite soft drink, even though he hadn’t asked you what it was. Not to mention he wrapped your gift in your favourite colour. But you were so blindsided to all of that. You weren’t seeing it at all.

You got back to your dorm and left Katie and Ciera to watch TV on the couch when you headed into your room. You sat on your bed, as you looked at the shelf that sat across from it, Tom’s present sat perfectly on it. It wasn’t much, it was just a Viynl of your favourite TV Character, he had told you he wanted to get you something else - but they didn’t have it in stock anywhere. To which you assured him it was okay. You sighed at you just looked at it; store at it. Almost a minute had passed - what seemed like the longest minute of your life. So many thoughts had travelled through your head. So many questions.

All of them unanswered.

All, except for one. This question had been everything since the night you and Tom slept together for the first and only time, but looking at the present. Thinking about the late night studies or when the two of you recently developed the stupid habit of meeting in the library when the two of you couldn’t sleep, or just going on walks around the campus - laughing with each other. You were so afraid. But you were stupid for being so afriad. Tom had been a better friend than anyone could have ever been (except for Katie and Ciera of course), you and Tom had a connection that was irreplaceable. Somewhat unbreakable. It’s hard to think that you hated him. hard to think that you found him unbearable. But it was also hard to think that you could avoid him. Ignore him. Stop being friends with him.

But you just ended up together in the end anyway.

So what was the point? What was the point running from something that was always going to catch upto you anyway?

⏤

NIGHT FELL ON THE CAMPUS, you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing but it felt like the night you caught Tom in bed with that girl all over again. But this time you knew you wouldn’t. Because Tom assured you he wouldn’t. Not till you told him no. So you took his absolute word for it.

You looked at the large doors of the Frat House that sat in front of you, knocking violently, waiting for someone to open the door - It was Haz, and although you didn’t say anything. He knew what you were going to do. So he shut the door, and you took a step back composing yourself, readying yourself for what you were about to do and you could never be truely ready, but you had to trust your gut on this one.

You weren’t on the doorstep anymore, you were on the ground, in front of the stairs that lead to the House as Tom walked outside. You weren’t wearing anything special. You were wearing your bike shorts and a white shirt. You were wearing white runners and ankle-high socks. Your hair the same as it always was. You looked at the boy and his curls with a smile.

He knew what was coming - but he let you speak, “Tom, for a long time. I was scared. So fucking scared that I pushed you away. If I’m going to be completely one-hundred percent honest with you, I’ve had feelings for you from the start. But I let my thoughts get the better of me. I let myself think you were some douchebag, when in reality - you’re the exact opposite. You’re the kindest, sweetest, most caring person in the world. God, this is so cliché.” You chuckles as he laughs along with you, however, you start to tear up a little, overcome with emotions, “I always thought I was incapable of finding someone to love, someone who would love me the same way that Ciera and Katie love each other or the same way that Patrick Verona and Julia Stiles love each other.”

Tom smiles at the last reference - you had forced him to watch 10 Things I Hate About You on one of those lonely nights the two of you spent unable to sleep and you told him you cried so much at the movie - he assured you he wouldn’t. But he failed.

“Look Tom, what I’m trying to say is that-” You stop yourself for a moment. It takes everything in your body to finally spit it out. Say what you’ve been wanting to say and when you do. It feels so good.

“I... Love.. You.” You said it.

Tom bolts over to you, pressing his lips to yours it’s more desperate and hungry something that reminded you of the first night the two of you kissed. But it was just as magical, just like every single kiss to come, just like every single peck on the cheek. Every single laugh. Every single smile, hug, handhold. Every single night where the two of you will just lay next to each other. The movie nights, the dates.

All of it.

Because every single time it does. Every single time any of those happens.

You somehow manage to fall in love with him all over again.

[catspluscrows]

How about Nekoma with a fem manager reader who was severely bullied in the past (Pins and razors in shoes, being almost drowned in a toilet, mean words written on desk, bullies cutting up her arms) and shes easily scared or frightened and really fragile and weak, how would the boys react to finding out about this? Headcanons or scenarios idrc you don’t have to do this if you feel uncomfortable with it

I’m really sorry this happened to you anon. I hope you like this since I did headcanons and a scenario, if not I'll of course write it for you. I hope it comforts you, even if it’s only a little.

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Paring: Nekoma (platonic) x Female Reader 

Warnings: Severe bullying

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The entire team is so excited to have a manager they almost completely forgot that Coach Nekomata told them to not be loud or bombard you with questions like they did to their other potential managers. 

Yaku has to actually hit Lev to make him stop asking her stupid questions but that doesn’t help the situation. 

“See you didn’t even help! You just made my side hurt…” - “Shut up Lev! Can’t you see she’s nervous?!” 

None of it helps so Kuroo, like a responsible person, turns you away so he can show you where everything is while they all stop being chaotic. Kuroo is happy when he sees you’re less nervous when there’s just the two of you. 

After giving you a tour around the gym and all the other rooms, Kuroo gives you the practice shirt and has you sign up for the position so it’s official. Everyone is so excited by refraining from being loud because Coach Nekomata is actually glaring at them. 

You’re of course happy too but also incredibly nervous. Though you’re even more nervous when you see what you’re required to wear doesn’t have sleeves. You’re wearing a shirt with long sleeves attached under the t-shirt so you can’t really wear it over it either. 

Kuroo notices your panic and tells you that you don’t need to wear it yet. He’s a little worried and skeptical when a sigh of relief slips from your lips. 

The next day you come back in the gym uniform with a long sleeved shirt underneath. You’re in the school issued shorts but with black tights underneath. No one really questions it but it makes Kuroo get more worried. 

Especially when Kenma points out to him when you were pulling your socks up that you had scars all over your feet. 

The next couple of days Kuroo and Kenma observe you, trying to figure out why you covered nearly all your skin and lacerations all over your feet. They know they shouldn’t be meddling but they’re worried about their new manager. 

Eventually you catch what they’re doing and finally tell them. Since you believe they should know and you feel comfortable telling them now. 

“Sorry for all this,” Kuroo apologizes while Kenma looks at his phone. “We’re just worried about you Y/n,” 

“It’s okay.” You interrupt with a smile. “You guys deserve to know what happened so I’ll tell you.” Kenma slides his phone into his pocket at that statement while Kuroo shuts his mouth. They were just as curious as the rest of the team. 

You slide down the gym wall, taking a seat. The boys gather around you with their water bottles and towels like you’re about to read a book. “I was bullied in middle school.” Closing your eyes, you begin to talk about a part of your life you wished never happened. “It wasn’t just verbal bullying. They’d physically harm me too.” Your eyes squint, trying to cast out the ugly scenes you can’t forget. 

“We were on a camping trip for a couple days. I shared a cabin with these two girls. They put thumb tacks and razor blades in my sneakers.” The boys are all silent while you recall the gruesome acts they did. “Another time these girls tried to drown me in the bathroom because the boy they liked called me pretty.” 

“That’s awful Y/n-chan-” Lev starts talking but you cut him off with the rest of what happened that day. 

“When I came back to class after lunch I saw they wrote a lot of words on my desk. Calling me an ugly wh*re.” You lean your head against the wall before sitting upright. “Other times they’d just cut me for the hell of it.” Your eyes open and you see the alarmed faces of the team and your new friends. 

Yamamoto is the first to get upset. “I need names.” He says seriously while you bat your eyelashes. You didn’t expect them to care this much. “How could they hurt our wonderful manager?!” Yamamoto sounds personally offended while he speaks. 

“You’re amazing Y/n-chan! You didn’t deserve that! No one does.” Yaku says next while the boys nod in agreement. 

You feel arms around you and flinch, not realizing it was Lev cradling you in his arms. “No one hurts Y/n!” He claims to get hit in the ankle by Yaku. 

“Let her go! You saw her flinch!” The two bicker while you stare. Their banter doesn’t put you on edge as much as before. Still it makes you a little frightened as the loud noise of their yells was still uncomfortable to you. 

“Let us know if we need to…” Kuroo winks as he says the next words. “...take care of anyone for you.” He says it with a smirk that turns softer when he hears you laugh. It was nice to see you happy despite the traumatic experience you had to face. 

Kenma looks up from his phone now in his hands again. He’s playing something quick and easy, or he at least makes it look easy. “Kuroo doesn’t mean that.” His eyes flicker into yours for a moment. “We won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. And we mean it.” 

“Yeah Y/n! We care about you!” Inouka says with a smile. You look at him with shock as well, at first not understanding why they all cared so much. When his arms wrap around you all of a sudden you don’t move. 

Next is Yamamoto’s and then Yaku. Soon you’re all in a massive group hug, all offering you love and support. It feels so much better than your old feeling of having to face the same nightmare daily. Their warm arms engulf you, making you feel protected instead of preyed upon. 

With a smile of your own, you tell them “Thank you.”

[hyuckie]

thank u friend @wehotwesauce for tagging me!! this was fun :3 idk how to insert a read more on mobile so sorry to the dash for the long post

get to know me tag 🐑🍓

tagging @faehae n @hellofuture if u wanna :)

1. What day is your birthday? 🤐

2. What is your favorite color? yellow and brown! 💛

3. What’s your lucky number? 9 and 21

4. Do you have any pets? i have a dog!

5. How tall are you? 5'5"

6. How many pairs of shoes do you own? hmm three i think

7. Favorite song? tons! favorite kpop song is crown by txt and non kpop song is probably softcore by the neighbourhood

8. Favorite movie? also tons.. i love ratatouille and brother bear and lots of other disney cartoons, i also love la la land and about time

9. Who would be your ideal partner? someone who it's easy to spend time with

10. Do you want children? yes i love kids! not many tho, 1 or 2 probably

11. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? no scream

12. Baths or showers? showers

13. What color socks are you wearing? i always wear mismatched socks bc finding and matching them is annoying 🙄 rn one has grey stripes and one is blue with little boats on it

14. What type of music do you like? kpop and electronica and idk alt i guess?

15. How many pillows do you sleep with? four LMAO

16. What position do you usually sleep in? on my side hugging a pillow or stuffed animal

17. What you don’t like when you are sleeping? my feet hanging out past the blanket, im scared :/

18. What do you typically have for breakfast? when im in a good routine usually yogurt and toast but when im not i usually wake up around lunchtime whoops

19. Have you ever tried archery? on the wii 🤓

20. Favorite fruit? watermelon, strawberries, apples, oranges, pretty much everything

21. Favorite swear word? idk fuck i guess

22. Do you have any scars? not that i know of

23. Are you a good liar? no LMAO i'm terrible

24. What is your personality type? INFJ

25. What is your favorite type of girls? idk girls with my same interests i guess djfkfj

26. Are you an innie or an outie? innie

27. Left or right handed? right handed

28. Favorite food? chicken in pretty much all forms

29. Favorite foreign food? chinese and thai food 😍

30. Are you a clean or messy person? pretty clean, i hate mess

40. Most used phrase? "anyway" irl and "scream" online

41. How long does it take for you to get ready? hm like 20 minutes, unless i need to shower

42. Do you talk to yourself? oh yeah i make myself laugh so much 😩

43. Do you sing to yourself? yes!! i love to sing even though i'm bad at it

44. Are you a good singer? ☝️

45. Biggest Fear? i hate spiders so bad. also i hate the dark i sleep with a night light

46. Are you a gossip? yes whoops skfkf one of the simplest joys i think

47. Do you like long or short hair? on others, idrc, both i guess. on myself short hair is much easier to take care of lol

48. Favorite school subject? i like pretty much everything except for science bc im bad at it. i'm good at english and learning new languages

49. Extrovert or Introvert? introvert

50. What makes you nervous? the dark, being by myself :/

51. Who was your first real crush? either a boy in my kindergarten class or the girl named hannah from barney LMAO bi rights

52. How many piercings do you have? i used to have a cartilage piercing but my dumbass let it close

53. How fast can you run? not at all i hate running

54. What color is your hair? brown

55. What color are your eyes? brown

56. What makes you angry? men 🙄 and slow drivers

57. Do you like your own name? yes i love my name!

58. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? idc, either!

59. What are your strengths? i’m not sure tbh skfkfkg i don't think i know myself very well

60. What are your weaknesses? very anxiety-ridden and i have a hard time relaxing. i also get mad too easily

61. Color of your bedspread? yellow 🌻

62. Color of your room? white

u made it to the end, enjoy fratboy haech ❤

[blackvelvetwriteson]

Hi baby🥰🥰 please don't feel obligated to answer this or anything. But could you write some headcanons for Tendou & Sugawara? They could be platonic or not, nsfw or sfw, idrc. I just wanna see some Tendou x Suga headcanons 😌 oki bye I love you💖

Hi baby! Of course I’m gonna answer, don’t worry. Amidst all of this Thanksgiving bullshit, I’m already watching Haikyuu so I decided to whip up some of these HCs for you bc 1) you asked, duh, 2) I need to write for Haikyuu anyways, and 3) SUGAAAAAA BEBEIIIII imsorryiminlovewithHIMMMM-

Anways, so have some nipple sucking HCs because that’s what came to mind first-  I love you so much and I hope this is what you wanted!

𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

-- 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘒ō𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪

GENRE: Smut                                                                 

FANDOM: Haikyuu! 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! Just overstim, slight dacryphilia, nipple sucking- duh, and swearing!

SUMMARY: Just Reader-Chan (gender neutral) sucking on best boi nipples.

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!) 

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈

He’s always enjoyed your guys’s encounters ever since the two of you first met.

You started off as a friend of the team of course, introduced to the other members by Hinata with his extroverted self.

Immediately, you took a liking to Sugawara; I mean y’all did go to the same school for awhile and were in the same class so it only made sense.

Everyone around you already knew you and him would make it out of high school.

You’d always hang out with each other, and when you two were alone, that’s when he asked you out.

Hell yeah! He cared for his team, so it only makes sense that he cared for you a little more because you were his S/O

It goes without saying that he was fairly traditional.

… And sensitive.

So when you asked him- directly- if you could suck on his nipples, he instantly turned red and fell silent.

At first, you thought you struck a nerve and hurt him in some way because his eyes started to glisten more.

“I-It was just a suggestion- we don’t have to do it.”

He looked even more red, this being one of the only times he’d let you dom him.

“Get on top.”

No other direction had to be said, and he quickly- and easily- forced you into his lap.

You couldn’t help but to notice- already- how hard he was under you.

I guess he really is an imaginative character, huh?

He closed his eyes and looked away, his nipples already hard and peeking at you from under his shirt.

The both of you were in college, but it was apparent that something like this had never happened to him before.

You couldn’t help but to run your hands under his shirt first, feeling around his toned chest.

Just to fish for his reactions, you palmed his hardened nipples and smirked as you waited.

It was a short wait; instantly, his back arched and his body pushed into yours as he clenched his eyes shut.

You thought you’d hurt him until he leaned into you and let out one of his breathy moans that you loved so much.

“Harder,” he panted at you as he whined, wrapping one of his dainty hands around your wrist, forcing you to press into his pec more.

He looked like he was about to cry already as he got more antsy.

He knew that his body was sensitive and he’d easily cum from just you teasing his nipple with your hand.

“Someone’s a little needy tonight, hm?” You couldn’t help but to smirk down at him.

He couldn’t do anything but nod and clumsily move to try and pull up his shirt, panting like a dog without water after a run.

You laughed and ducked your head under his shirt that was halfway lifted and instantly locked your lips around his puckering nipple.

He was excited, maybe a little TOO excited.

Instantly, he threw his head back and let out a loud moan before slapping a hand over his mouth as to not alert the others that also live in the college dorms.

You pressed your tongue against it, pushed and teased and felt his cock throb in his pants as he started to tremble under you.

From how he was breathing, he sounded like he was about to pass out.

You had to pull away and remind him to calm down.

“Slow down your breathing, babe. You’ll pass out,” you cooed at him softly.

“I-I’m sorry, Sugar,” he whimpered quietly as he bucked his hips into you. “I-It just f-feels too good! I ca-can’t-“

Without letting him finish, you nipped at his swollen nipple gently with your teeth.

As if he wasn’t already pushed over the edge, he jolted and practically stopped breathing, his toes curled as he let go of you, burying his hands into the bed beside him.

“S-Sugar! S-Su- S-Suga-“ he whined out as his tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he trembled and melted under you.

You took in every single one of his moans and cries, his chest heaving as he became more overwhelmed.

You didn’t want to stop until he begged you to, so you bit his nipple again as you sucked hard.

Even though his shirt was over your head, he still managed to tug your hair at least a little, his free hand holding your hips down as he humped into you.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum S-Sugar,” he whimpered in between his uncontrollable, breathy, whiny moans.

You, of course were ready. You knew his day had been stressful and he’d been completely overwhelmed by you just teasing his nipples whether with your mouth or your hand.

So in response, all you did was suck harder hearing every peak of his moans and cries as he trembled and bucked his hips harder, orgasming as his toes curled, his nails practically ripped the sheets on his bed, his eyes still streaming tears as they rolled back into his head and he made no noise, not even breathing.

You had to pull away, fearing that he was already overtimed and you gently slapped his face.

He was trembling, and finally he took a deep breath, opening his pretty eyes to look up at you.

“I-I’m sorry Sugar,” he whispered softly as he nuzzled into your hand a little more. “I-It just f-felt too good,” he whispered as he closed his eyes, practically purring under your soft touch.

“There’s no need to apologize baby boy,” you cooed out quietly to him, gently swiping tendrils of ash grey hair from in front of his face. “Just relax and I’ll go order us some dinner. You have early practice tomorrow.”

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈

Of course it was the typical story of a forbidden rival school love.

not.

All in all, most of the schools respected Shiratorizawa back when you were in high school.

And to see him lingering around Kurasuno both made everyone’s morale leap at least 50% but also made them question wtf dude was doing there all the time.

He often helped the team practice and gave them pointers on how to get better, and also got you more involved too.

He’s always teasing, cracking jokes etc.

Sometimes it pissed you off; your name in his phone was “Itty Bitty Panda-Chan”

It didn’t help that you loved it and every time he called you his Itty Bitty Panda-Chan, it made you flustered.

Like usual, he played on it. All of the time.

Even alone.

You were hanging out with him at his house because he lived away from the college dorms and the two of you had finished with your work and had things for your next class situated for the next day, so you were playing games and he was… Well… Staring at you like usual.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me, Idiot-San,” you mocked him constantly.

“Well… I have something in mind, Pan-Chan,” he dubbed you for short. You were interested but said absolutely nothing.

“Oh little Pan- Chaaaaan,” he teased as he climbed on top of you while you were still rested on your stomach.

He really didn’t have to do much to tease you or make you flustered since teasing was only natural for him.

Your body tensed up because of course your boyfriend was up to something. He always was.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, my cute little Pan-Chan,” he whispered in your ear causing you to squeak.

“W-What d-did you have I-in mind, Satori,” you murmur as the next match of your game begins.

“Wow! I’m so happy you asked,” he teased as he forced you on your back and he laughed softly.

You’re just looking up at him like “I can’t pause it. It’s online.” And of course he doesn’t care.

Disrespectful bitch.

“How about…. Mmmm…. You give me the controller. I wanna play.”

That grin on his face when he was up to something said it all and you forked the controller over.

“What do you want, Ten?”

He looked like a little kid, slinging his feet over the bed with a laugh. “Chu chuuu~ This game is so… Cute,” he trailed off, seemingly sucked into the game in front of him.

That was, until you felt his strong hand on your hip, pulling you into his lap.

“T-Ten-“

“Shh,” he whispered as he lifted his hoodie, playing the game momentarily with one hand. “Suck… I want you to suck on them,” he whispered as he ‘dodged’ to one side, acting like he was the character in the game.

‘What is it with him tonight,’ you thought to yourself, just staring at his muscular chest.

You felt his gaze on you and you looked up with a soft gasp.

His cat-like eyes immediately locked with yours as he respawned in game. “I didn’t ask, Panda- Chan,” he said quietly, sternly, clearly. Honestly it kinda scared you.

“U-Um… O-Okay,” you thought you could handle him, but when he got like this, you couldn’t really. You liked how he had control over you no matter what.

As soon as your tongue pressed against one of his nipples you felt a flutter in his chest. And yours. His breathing got quicker and his eyes fluttered, but he still continued with that stupid demeaning tone of his.

“Chu chuuu~” He practically squealed. “That’s… N-Not g-good enough, Pan-Pan-Chan,” he gasped out softly as he leaned back.

Obviously, it was a lie. You could tell by how his legs jolted a little or his breathing quickened. He was loving every second of your teasing.

“C-Cut the shit, Satori,” you whispered softly, your hand timidly resting on his hip, the other one running over his abs.

“Mouthy, hm?” He looked down at you with that piercing gaze again. “Use all that spunk and suck harder,” he growled as he focused back in on the game, bucking his chest at you.

You did as instructed, savoring his sweet and salty taste, humming as you did so, your other hand palming at his sensitive chest as you stared up at him.

He threw his head back and let out a soft groan as he felt you get amped up and he laughed softly as he continued to play the game.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered out softly as he grinded into you, not caring too much about the game at this point.

You were too far into it by now to just stop, and you loved every reaction you could get, and you let yourself go, accidentally biting his nipple, causing him to drop the controller, his eyes crossing a little as he tilted his head back.

You let out a little hollow laugh of your own and continued nibbling and kissing on his nipple feeling him practically melt beneath you. You held the power and you loved it.

Also hearing his moans and praises was definitely a huge boost for you to keep going.

You grinded your hips down into his bulge and moaned softly feeling how well he fit in between your legs.

It was apparent that this wasn’t enough to get him to cum, but close.

He tangled his fingers with your hair as he edged closer and closer to cumming, pulling you closer as he let out a strangled groan.

Obviously, this is gonna escalate into a lot more.

[wheres-my-miiiiiiind]

Help Me Im Confused!

Hey guys. I need some advice and second opinions bc im super confused about my sexuality. Im a 15 y/o cisgender girl and have always identified as straight but as im maturing ive found girls to be attractive. Ik thats kind of a "ok so ur bi" type of thing but it feels more complicated to me. Ive had a few crushes during my short life. Maybe like two long term ones. As ive come to find by talking with friends this is pretty unusual. Most of my friends at this time have liked a whole bunch of ppl. But all the ppl ive seriously liked r guys. And ive been in a relationship with 2 guys. But now im starting to find girls hot, and ive had fantasies of being intimate with a female. And the more i think about it im pretty sure i used to like my best friend for like a month or two in 7th grade. I super admired her and always wanted to be around her and thought she was pretty and smart. But i dont currently wanna date any girls ik. And most of the girls ik im not sexually attracted too. But thats all the same with the guys ik too. Im really only attracted to a person if i like their personality. Idrc what they look like. So im wondering if im straight, bisexual, or pansexual??? Ive taken some test online that tell me im bi. And there was one that told me im pan. But i kinda hate the labels. I just dont feel like straight fits me bc i think girls r attractive and i dont feel like bi or pan fits me bc ive never seriously like another girl. And ive imagined me living my life and telling ppl im bi but then i dont feel like i would have the need to broadcast my sexuality, take part in huge lgbt movements, or know and obsess over lgbt celebs just bc theyre lgbt as i feel all my other lgbt friends do. And when someone tells me theyre gay or lgbt im always like "cool ig?" not "omg really?!" cuz i honestly don't care about that i just care if ur a good person. Id see if i could date a girl to see how i feel about it but im currently in a relationship with a boy who i care about very much and dont want to break up with just bc of this. Hes bi and ive kind of talked to him about this but not much. Hes actually liked a couple guys for real unlike me whos maybe possibly liked another girl. If u have any advice feel free to message me or reblog. Sorry this was so long and if ur still here thanks for reading!

[vyvesvi]

vyvesvi’s long awaited yesstyle review lmao :-)

ugh the keep reading isn’t working on mobile rip y’all sry

>a few Important things:

i just moved into my dorm yesterday so everything abt the pics and reviews to follow is a hot mess + i misplaced some stuff + didn’t bring it to my dorm bc it didnt work out (so i don’t have pics)

I’m not being sponsored in any way by yesstyle, i just don’t think there are enough black reviewers of yesstyle goods (but what does race have to do with anything, you may ask??? well, ppl come in all shaoes and sizes and the overlap between east asian sizes and body types and black body types is um. well. slim. that being said, i’ll give you some deets on me: i legit have no idea how much i weigh but im generally thin-ish with thicker thighs and a tummy pouch; height: ~169 cm, generally a US size S - M/4 - 6))

bc im not being sponsored, im not providing any (affiliate) links, just product names, sorry if that’s annoying

every yesstyle member (you become a member when you buy stuff) gets a reawrds code that takes a % off of my next order and the order that the code is used for, but I think it’s only like. 2% or smthng. message me and i’ll try to unearth my code if ur interested)

I ordered this stuff in two separate, similarly sized orders and the delivery time went like this (#1: ordered on-  2019-07-05 01:33 AM; split into two packages for some reason, received on like...july 22ndish? for some reason the tracking info isnt showing the delivery info. the 2nd part of this order, which was shipped a day later, arrived on the 19th. #2: ordered on-  2019-07-30 10:04 AM, received on  08/20, wasn’t expecting much bc it was shipped from hong kong during the protests but it was basically the same as the first order)

>the actual review part

i rly didnt wanna make a long post so just click for better quality sry lmao

edit: rip the quality if y’all want better photos @ me lmao

Dreamkura - Short-Sleeve Embroidered T-Shirt, Black - L

4/5- weird shape (really long sleeves for a short sleeved shirt, and really boxy too), and if you compare the placement and size of the patch vs. the one in the picture it’s not 100% accurate. still a cute shirt though so it’s fine

I sized up for an oversized look but I probably didn’t 100% need to

the black one is currently unavailable :/

camikiss - Seamless Under Shorts, Black - One Size

5/5- i wear these shorts too much. im wearing them right now. the ultimate safety shorts

the one size was a Risk but these shorts stretch well. maybe dont get them if you’re an XL and above in US sizes though

Lemongrass - Distressed Denim Shorts, Dark Blue - M

4.5/5- better quality than primark which. wow, did not see that coming

you have to cut the button hole (they seal it to show they they’ve never been worn apparently)

the button kinda like...jingles if you shake them vigorously, but it doesn’t happen when the pants are on, so it’s fine. still funny tho

im bad at wearing ripped shorts but if ur not i highly recommend

INKLEE - Round Buckle Faux Leather Belt - 105CM

5/5- kinda cheap but it does what I want which is hold my pants up lol

i could’ve sized down but that has way more to do with me not knowing my waist size lmao

Gwendolyn - Off-Shoulder Ruffle-Trim Blouse, White - One Size

4/5- i bought this bc it made me think “flyy like a butterfly” and all that jazz

it’s not my normal style but i really like it! it’s VERY sheer though

but I also got white so what did i really expect?

one-size was a risk once again but this shirt is pretty roomy, although it’s also kinda short...like not crop top short, but slightly difficult to tuck in short.

i would buy it again in black so i guess that says something

also i have like. freaky long arms (i can wave my hand over my shoulder with my arm behind my back and my elbow parallel to my torso...that’s such a weird description but uh. just know that my arms are long okay) and it didn’t look too indecent at the top to have the sleeves pulled down to my wrists! it’s a win!)

Moon City - Drop Shoulder Cardigan, Black - One Size

4.7/5- smelled weird when i opened it but I washed it and it’s fine!

one size risk but this one was also roomy af

the sleeves fit!!! god bless!!!

Edise - Couple Matching Elbow-Sleeve Embroidered T-Shirt, Black - L & White L

5/5- The white one was perfect and I love it! I sized like 2 sizes up for it to be a oversized but I would say it’s only abt 1 size oversized, if that makes sense? but I actually like it the way it is so cool lmao

3.7/5- the black one was really badly sewn on, but i reported it and got a new one for free so go me go yesstyle! they didnt give me tracking info *i think* and i wasn’t really waiting for it so it feels like it came fast lol

the moon is kinda a more awkward shape in person i think, but the stormy clouds were high quality and perfect!

i really like the material of the shirt!s it’s thick and soft and smooth? i’ve legit never felt a tshirt like that but im into it

DIYI - Plain High-Waist A-Line Skirt, Black - M

4.7/5- im wearing the outfit pictured right now and *TMI* the sewn in shorts are giving me a very very uncomfortably large wedgie tbh

it fits perfectly otherwise though

i feel like it’s one of the cheapest feeling things that i received, but it’s about forever21 quality but for only $11.45 so i’m 100% fine with it tbh

TREEZIN - Plaid Mini Skirt, Dark Blue - M

4.7/5- it’s very cute and fits perfectly! kinda shirt though and there was like 1 loose thread

the brown in the skirt isn’t super noticeable which i don’t really mind...overall i’d say that they lightened the photos considerably, which effects the color of the skirt

no safety shorts but idrc

pretty thick material

the final stretch thank god

Manicotto - Mock Two-Piece Sleeveless Mini Dress, Check - M 

3/5 pretty cheap material. the skirt is true to size, but the top is like two sizes too small (i don’t have that much boob but it was still too much for this poor, poor, top). they come as separate pieces, so i brought the skirt to school with me and left the top at home. im not sure what i would tell someone who wanted to buy this abt sizing, bc of the dramatic discrepancy btwn the sizes.

A’ROCH - 925 Sterling Silver Dinosaur Earring, 1 Pair - S925 Silver - Gold - One Size 

4/5, very cute, VERY small (dainty, sure) and good quality! my only complaint is that either it’s not real silver or whatever it is that they used to make them look gold is something that im allergic to. my ears got itchy

A’ROCH - 925 Sterling Silver Ear Cuff1 Pair - Cross - Silver - One Size

4.7/5, definitely 100% silver. i’d love to wear them but with my move i can’t find either pair of the earrings

they only sell them as 2 of the cross cuffs or 2 of the parallel cuffs which is annoying bc they’re pictured together but they’re good enough and cheap enough that i’d buy the parallel ones in a separate order

Euphrasia - Oxford Crossbody Bag, Black - One Size 

5/5 one of my best buys hands down

its ugly cute but it’s so useful

it has so much storage space for such a small bag

im in love

Jansi - Set of 3: Heart-Embroidered Socks, Black + White + Blue - One Size

4.5/5 i wanted the dark gray that’s pictured but they edited the hell out of that photo so the blue that i ordered is actually the gray sock pictured

really comfy and cute! esp with the tops of the hearts peeking out over the tops of high top converses??? i love it sm

i have big feet and they fit me, so they’d fit most ppl i think

Ashlee - Cuffed Denim Shorts, Light Blue - M

2/5, a horrible disappointment part 1

maybe i shouldve sized up more but the critch area just fits SO BADLY i left these at home

i would return but im not paying for return shipping to hong kong so i’ll donate them

they’re also cute really badly like they don’t taper in at the waist at all

no human person is shaped like that pls ashlee

they get a 2 bc they are shorts and they sent me the right color

Rosehedge - Pleated Mini Skirt, Black - S

3/5, a horribly disappointment part 2

i shouldve sized up idky i didnt

i can actually fit into them and zip them up and everything but it’s so so short that you can basically see my entire safety short covered butt and it kinda bulges between the top of the tiny sewn in safety shorts and the actual skirt

wow thats a weird sentence sorry but you get it

has thousands of good reviews though, way more than anything on this list so that must count for something right?

3 bc it’s kinda my fault

Regalia - Faux Leather Wallet, Black - One Size 

5/5 beautiful lots of storage space but still very compact, would buy again

the “forever young, made in korea” is kinda ugly but what can you do?

Prinsis - Printed Socks, Dinosaur - White - One Size

3.5/5 they’re cute, but the design is so but that you can see halves of it on the front of the sock, which is very ugly

notice how on the site every pic is taken from the side? not a coincidence

they fit fine and are comfy though

>okay that’s it thank god!

>lmk if you have any questions!!!

(@gowon-yyxy)

[staycute1234]

hey, can you do a hc for like a pastel jungkook getting bullied at school and punk jimin being protective af over him ((and maybe smut with jimin taking care of a submissive jungkook /idrc if he tops or bottoms, though, as long as he's in a submissive postion/)) please? (there's not enough pastel kookie in my life, tbfh)

+ Junghyung always said the most colorful bird in the sky is always the one that gets hunted the most and Jungkook understands what he means.

+ Jungkook came from a school that was very open and colorful, now he is put in a school full of dark grey and white walls.

+ Jungkook caught everyones attention with his bright red hair, soft pink lip stain and glittery eye liner matching his red skinny jeans and yellow sweater.

+ “Are you a man or a walking highlighter?” “painting yourself up like that, you must be desperate for attention!” “glitter? seriously he must think he is a super star or something?” “Ew even his bag is grossly colorful.”

+ Jungkook felt his eyes water up after opening his locker to find the inside spray painted black after two weeks of enrolling.

+ “What out, he might cry rainbows!” “They say a pot of gold is at the end of one, lets make him cry!”

+ Jungkook was shove to the ground by the trio of upper classmen and Jungkook’s bottom lip tremble. The hall way exploding in laughter. Why? Why did they have to be so mean to him?

+ “Yah, what are you idiots doing?”

+ Jungkook watches as the hall way falls silent  as people move away to make room for a new male. Jungkook notices the new male wearing black jeans and a blood red tang top with a band name on it.

+ “Ji-Jimin, you’re back!” one male says in surprise, “I thought you were expelled!” “Just suspended for two weeks.” Jimin eyes fall on to Jungkook before looking up at the trio. 

+ Jungkook notices the fear in the trios body language as Jimin walks closer.

+ “Are you fuck faces picking on the new kid?” Jimin asks with a low dangerous growl. Jungkook sniffs as the trio slowly back away.

+ “N-now Ji-Jimin it-s” “It’s a yes or no question.” Jimin says grabbing the main male and throwing him against the locker making everyone gasp. Jimin looks at Jungkook again before clicking his tongue, “I don’t even need to ask.”

+ Jimin punches the male making jungkook yelp and the other two scramble away. The male makes a move to get up but Jimin stomps on his back to keep him on the ground.

+ “You’re all pathetic. I know exactly why you messed with him. He is openly expressing him self and you all to bitches that are jealous so you take your anger out on him like the second rate scum you are.” Jimin says and the dude whimpers at Jungkook’s feet. “Now apologize.”

+ “I’m sorry! I’m sorry ok! Please let me up! I’m sorry.” “If anyone messes with this kid again I’ll personally fuck you up, understand you sacks of shit!?” Jimin snaps at the other students. Everyone scrambles away as Jungkook stays on the ground in shock. Jimin looks down at him then smiles and offers a hand, “Park Jimin, and you are?”

+ “J-Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook says shyly accepting Jimin’s hand. Jimin helps him up. Jungkook swallows before opening his mouth readying a thank you but Jimin grans the waist band on his neon yellow basket shorts and pulls it open before looking down at Jungkook’s dick.

+ Jungkook yelps and pulls away, hot red cheeks staring at Jimin in shock. Jimin whistles before giving him a wink. “Damn you’re pretty seatable Jeon Jungkook. Glad I step in.” Jungkook stares at him while Jimin laughs and walks away. “See you around Golden Boy.”

+ It didn’t take long for Jungkook to hang around Jimin at school and ever since that day no one messed with Jungkook again.

+ Jungkook even made friends in his own classes but always stayed by Jimin’s side.

+ A month later Jimin and Jungkook started dating.

+ “Hy-Hyung!” Jungkook whimpers as Jimin sucks on the head of his cock. Jungkook was dark red as he cover his mouth while staring at the door of the classroom. He was so nervous of being caught with his pants at his ankles and his cock in Jimin’s mouth.

+ “Don’t cover your mouth baby boy.” Jimin says before licking up Jungkook’s shaft, “Hyung wants to hear your pretty sounds.”

+ “Bu-but we-are at scho-ahh” Jungkook’s head thump against the wall as Jimin swallow whole and suck harshly. Jungkook whimper as his hands go into Jimin’s hair as the elder deep throats him.

+ Jimin looks up to see Jungkook’s eyes watering as he places a hand against his lip. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s legs shaking and can’t help but smirk. “Do you feel good baby? You can cry if its too much.”

+”Y-you’re a-l-always too much.” Jungkook hiccups before Jimin bobbles his head on the younger boys cock. Jungkook whimpers and struggles as he gets closer to his orgasm and Jimin swallows every drop of cum.

+ They snuggle on the floor as Jungkook sniffs and Jimin pats his head.

+ “My eyeliner is ruined.” “Hyung will take care of it.”