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Finding Forever With You - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Finding Forever With You

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Astrid (daughter), Reader's mother, Reader's father (Mentioned), Robin, and unnamed ex boyfriend (Mentioned)

WC: 5,000

Warnings: Post-Season Four events, Reader has a mother and father, italics, Reader is a single mother, teen pregnancy mentioned, very briefly mention of abortion, cursing, nicknames, banter, flirting, teasing, very brief mention of dresses, brief mention of crying, slight angst, and fluff

With your four-year-old daughter resting carefully on your left hip, you pushed the glass door of the Family Video store open, the bell above you ringing throughout the establishment as it closed behind you. Your daughter - Astrid - wiggled around in your arms, kicking her around her little feet as her bright blue eyes frantically - curiously - looked around the room filled with VHS tapes of various TV shows and movies.

She was lightly muttering the same part of 'The Final Countdown by Europe,' though she wasn't singing the actual words, per se... For the past week or so, she would only sing the instrumentals; your home was constantly filled with like 'dum-da dum dum da-da da da da's', and it didn't help that you often did the same thing. For the past month and a half, Astrid always sweetly demanded to listen to the song, so your house was constantly filled with that one song. But you loved singing with your daughter, and you never minded the constant singing, or the constant replaying of the song at home. If your daughter was happy, you were happy. And you were incredibly happy.

Astrid was the light of your life.

You were still so young when you had her. You had just turned fifteen a couple of weeks before you had her. Nine months before, you and someone whom you had trusted - your then-boyfriend - had been dating for less than seven months. At that point in your life, you had thought that you were in love... Or what you had thought love was as a teenager - that you and your ex would go through high school together and eventually marry after graduation. You had dreamed about a life living in a nice suburban home, with a white picket fence, and maybe a few pets... Maybe, eventually children. You hadn't expected that children would come quicker than you ever imagined.

You often wished you could've gone back in time and taught your younger self the things that your not-so-there mother had not. When you had first found out that you were pregnant, it felt like the end of the world. You were terrified, for lack of a better word. You didn't know what to do in the beginning, sticking to going about your days until you figured out something to do - or something to say to your mother and your - at the time - boyfriend. Well, you had gained the courage to tell them only a month after you found out, and... It didn't go so well.

Your mother, though terribly disappointed, made sure you were taken care of. More so than usual, which slightly unnerved you. You were so used to her going off to Bingo nights, or falling asleep on the recliner during Jeopardy. You were not used to her actually staying home and spending time with you, albeit worrying over you and her newfound growing grandchild.

She did sit down with you, and you both had a conversation that included a long apology from your mother, along with a conversation that involved the possibility of terminating the pregnancy. Though, you couldn't find it in yourself to go along with it. During the month before you told your mother, you had spent many late nights thinking everything over. Yes, things were scary, and yes, you knew your future was going to change drastically, but you also knew that you could survive through it all. With that knowledge came a certain resolve - you wanted to keep your baby.

And the moment you got to hold her in your arms - nine months later... You had never known so much love until you looked at your daughter for the very first time. The very moment you heard her cry, the very moment she was placed in your arms, the very moment she opened her little eyes... You felt like nothing else existed but this tiny, little person in your arms. Everything else was suddenly irrelevant. Though you regretted a lot of things in your life, you never, never regretted having your daughter.

Now, the ex... Well, he became an ex for a reason. You had told him of your pregnancy after you had told your mother. And things did not go well. In short, he was not present at the birth of Astrid, nor did he partake in naming her, or her first birthday, or anything else after that. You didn't really know what happened to him, and you didn't really care. However, before you had to drop out of high school, you had heard from some friends that he moved to Hawaii with his family.

You continued to study at home, teaching yourself various subjects, and picking up books from the library when you had the chance. You soon found yourself above high school level before long. That, and taking care of a newborn, was enough work on its own. The first couple of months were hectic, but you - as always - survived. And with the help of your mother, who was more than willing to assist you and her grandbaby, it slowly settled into a routine for you. And for the next four years - now in your early twenties - you did whatever you could to make sure your Astrid was happy, healthy, and safe.

"Mommy! I want a Disney movie!" Your daughter exclaimed in your arms, becoming a bit restless not being able to run around. You paused your movie searching, bringing your eyes away from the shelves of children's movies to look over at your daughter resting restlessly on your hip. You couldn't help but smile, seeing her bright blue eyes and even brighter smile as she tried to reach out with her arms, her little hands trying to grab at 'The Little Mermaid' VHS box on the lower shelves a few inches away. "Down, please!" She then asked, looking back up at you, her smile unwavering.

"Alright," You nodded, lowering her to the ground, "But, please do not go far from me, okay? You can choose two movies," You emphasized the fourth word, watching as Astrid became more and more animated; jumping up and down. Before you could say anything else, she was off; going down the aisle, a couple of feet away, and still in your sight. You didn't have to wait long, before Astrid came barrelling down the aisle towards you, holding two VHS boxes in her arms. "Those are your two?" You asked and the young toddler nodded, her curls bouncing as she did so. "Alright, let's check out." You took the two offered VHS boxes from her, before taking her hand.

Astrid took your hand with a smile, skipping beside you as you walked up to the checkout counter. She went back to humming 'The Final Countdown' when you gently tapped the small silver bell on the counter; the sharp ringing echoing throughout the store. You waited for a moment, hearing a door in the back open and close as you felt a soft tug on your hand.

Looking down, Astrid looked up at you, tugging your hand again for good measure. "May I have up?" She asked, and you nodded, placing the VHS tapes on the counter, and picking her up; resting her back onto your hip. "What is for dinner?" She then asked, making you hum.

"Mimi is making her homemade pizza," You responded, earning a small cheer from her, her arms stretching up into the air before wrapping around your neck.

"I love Mimi’s pizza," She said quietly, leaning her head against the side of your head.

You smiled softly before answering, "Yeah, her pizza is pretty amazing."

"I want a pep slice," She mumbled.

You chuckled fondly under your breath at her pronunciation of pepperoni, "Alright."

"Sorry to keep you waiting" You heard a voice, making you turn back to the counter and away from Astrid. You watched, shocked, as the Steve Harrington walked behind the counter. You did your best to hide your surprise, and you had guessed that you had done a good job since he didn't bring your odd expression up. You had known... Well, had known about Steve Harrington in your first year at Hawkins High, before you dropped out for the preparation of your daughter's birth. But, during that first year, you had known about him - and seen him out and about in the school halls.

You remembered Steve as King Steve - the young teenager with a charming and energetic personality, one that lured in everyone within a ten-foot radius of him. He had the power to make all eyes turn to him, making him seem to be the center of attention. People seemed to gravitate to him, especially the ladies... He loved to spend time with his friends, leaning up against the lockers during passing periods, talking and laughing. He was the party king... Always at a party, no matter if it was a school night. He was carefree... Doing what he wanted, drinking what he wanted, smoking when he wanted... Being what he wanted.

You didn't fully care much for him then. He was loud, a bit of a bad boy in some of the teachers' eyes, and he was a bully. Though, despite yourself, you thought he was cute. Above all, you really liked his hair. Especially now, as you looked at him, you couldn't help but admire his hair... You wondered what hair spray he used, if any... "Find everything alright?" He asked, looking up at you after flipping the VHS tapes around to see their covers.

You slipped out of your thoughts quickly, nodding, "Oh, yes. Thank you." You shifted Astrid on your hip, adjusting her as you grabbed your wallet, "How much do I owe you?" At no response, you looked up, meeting Steve's confused gaze.

His eyebrows were heavily furrowed, his lips in a slight pout, as he simply stared at you before seemingly snapping out of his own thoughts, and letting out a nervous chuckle, "Sorry," He slid the two VHS tapes over, before looking back up at you, "Do I know you?"

You let out your own nervous laugh, breathing it out as you gave him a small awkward smile, "I used to go to Hawkins High for a while." You shrugged a shoulder, "I only went for Freshman year though."

With a smile, he snapped his fingers, "Yeah! That's where I know you! You had Mrs. Johnson's class right? Second period?" His brown eyes sparkled with recognition.

You nodded, your smile growing slightly, "Yes, I did. I’m Y/N."

"Y/N... Beautiful name." He tried out your name, and you had to admit, you loved the sound of it coming from him. Steve hummed before running a hand through his hair once, "I'm Steve, but you probably already knew that." His gaze then shifted to Astrid, who was peeking out from the sleeve of your shoulder, her little hand clutching onto your shirt. "And who might you be?" Steve's voice softened a bit.

Astrid, being a bit shy around strangers, buried her face against your neck, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Her name is Astrid. She's a bit shy around new people." You gently bounced her, your free hand rubbing against her back.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Astrid.” Steve spoke, continuing to smile, "Well, that'll be two dollars.”

~~~

Over the past couple of months, you and Steve had grown closer with every visit to return the VHS tapes. Each interaction was filled with laughter, each of you sharing your common interests; you found yourself spending a lot of time just standing at the counter, getting lost in your conversations with Steve; hell, you were also getting lost in his eyes, but you weren’t going to admit that to anyone.

It was evident that a bond was forming between the two of you, the usual anxious nerves in the pit of your stomach were replaced by something warm, something that made your heart beat a bit faster, and made you unable to wipe the smile from your face. You hadn't felt this happy, just talking to someone, in a long time.

"How much do I owe you this time?" You asked, pulling out your wallet, only for Steve to shake his head.

"My treat," He began, "I insist, sweetheart." He flashed you a smile, and you felt your heart flip in your chest - Steve’s insisting had become somewhat reoccurring. Throughout the week, every couple of days, Steve would insist on paying for however many VHS tapes you wanted to rent. No matter how much you protested and insisted, he'd insist right back; ever the gentleman he was. In your head, the whole, "I insist," reminded you of the book 'The Princess Bride'. It was one of your favorites, and you couldn't help but be reminded of it whenever Steve said those three words.

Gathering the four VHS tapes in your hands, you smiled, albeit sheepishly; you still weren’t used to that nickname he started giving you only a month ago, "Thank you, Steve. That's very kind of you."

From the backroom, your smile widened slightly at the sight of Robin walking out, her backpack on one shoulder. She paused at the counter, returning your smile; though with a look over at Steve, her grin turned into a smirk; a knowing look in her eyes. “Hello, Y/N… Dingus.” She greeted the both of you.

“Buckley,” Steve sounded slightly annoyed, but after seeing the two interact for a while, you knew that was just how their friendship was; you thought it was funny - endearing - like siblings.

“So,” Robin looked over at you, “How are you?” She asked you, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Good, how about you?”

Robin glanced over at Steve, who had his arms crossed - impatient - her smirk widened slightly, “Oh, I’m good… Just heading home to work on some homework. I’ll see you both tomorrow?”

You could help but chuckle, “Probably, good luck, Rob!” You waved to her, and she waved back, leaving the Family Video. Turning back to Steve, you froze slightly, seeing the look on his face. You couldn't place it, but there was an intensity about it. Almost like a soft glint in his brown eyes - an unreadable emotion hidden deep in them.

Before you could think too much about it, he cleared his throat, shaking himself out of whatever trance he had been in, becoming suddenly nervous; the complete opposite of his usual charming and confident self. “Y/N, I was wondering..,” He paused, swallowing thickly as he dropped his gaze to the counter, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. You waited, patiently, allowing him the time that he needed to say whatever it was that he had wanted to say. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to dinner with me… Or catching a movie?” He finished, daring to look up at you with those brown eyes of his, seemingly hopeful, though you could still see how nervous he was.

You blinked… Once, twice, feeling your face become incredibly warm and your heart begin to race at the very sudden and unexpected question; though, deep down, were you hoping he’d ask you out? Maybe.

As Steve shifted his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for your response, but your mind was racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, his charm and genuine interest in you made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt ever before in your life. And on the other hand, the thought of revealing your biggest secret to him – that you were a young mother to Astrid – filled you with a deep sense of apprehension.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards Steve, but the thought and fear of him rejecting you once he found out about Astrid loomed over you like a dark cloud. What if he couldn't handle being with someone who already had a child? A toddler no less. What if he saw you differently, or decided that he didn't want to be a part of your life completely because of it?

You pushed those negative thoughts away. 'It would be nice to go out with Steve though. Maybe he'd take me to a nice restaurant... Candlelight, classical music... Or maybe he'd take me to a small diner down on Eagle Way. Burger and fries, maybe sharing a chocolate milkshake...' You let your mind wander, 'He’d drive me home, listening to ‘Soft Cell.’ He’d drive slow, to spend more time with me… Maybe even a kiss goodnight...' You knew that Steve was incredibly sweet, charming, funny, and so on, but going on this date would give you more time to get to know him better - in a more personal setting, and to see where this relationship might go. You definitely didn’t mind seeing where this relationship could go. You knew that your mother would probably watch Astrid for the night if you asked. And so, you decided to go for the risk.

"Actually, Steve," Steve subconsciously held his breath as you began, his nerves sizzled, "I'd love to go to dinner with you." You answered, a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling in your stomach. You took in a deep breath and forced yourself to look up at him, smiling softly when you noticed the grin spreading across his lips.

"Awesome- I mean, shit, uh, cool. Yeah, cool," Steve fumbled, trying to play it cool obviously, and failing spectacularly as a bright red blush spread across his cheeks and ears, his hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair once more. "I can pick you up. Is seven okay? Is Friday good?" He asked, trying to keep himself from rambling on too much.

You chuckled lightly, taking note of how adorable he was - his perfect hair as his fingers ran through the soft strands, his big, hazelnut brown eyes that shone with excitement as he grinned. You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your voice even as you spoke; your own cheeks burning. "That works for me."

~~~

It took a few hours to figure out what to wear. From a cute long-sleeved dress to just jeans and a soft sweater, you chose the latter. There were other options too, but you quickly sent them out of the running. You knew that Steve wouldn’t care what you wore, but you wanted to look nice. This was your first real date in years.

"I'm happy for you, honey," Your mother voiced from your doorway as you fidgeted with the fabric of your sweater. Your mother watched you, a gentle smile on her lips as you let out a sigh, turning around to face her. "You look beautiful," She told you, stepping into the room.

You hummed, grabbing the small pile of dirty clothes from your bed and tossing them into your hamper by your full-length mirror. "Thanks," You said, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to grow bigger with each step that you took and with each second that passed. "Is Astrid asleep?" You asked, staring at your reflection in the mirror, fiddling with your hair as your eyes met your mother's through said mirror.

"Yeah," She nodded, "Out like a light." She wandered further into the room, standing beside you; her arm wrapped around you, pulling you into her side. "I hope you have a good night out. It's been a long time since you've gone out anywhere." Her voice held a hint of sadness in it.

You chose to say nothing in response, only nodding before you slid out of her hold. "I should get my shoes on... Steve will be here soon." You grabbed your bag, and your mother hummed, nodding as a somewhat sad smile graced her lips.

"Don't stay up too late." She tried to joke, lifting the small tension and your nerves slightly.

"I won't, mom." You spoke, giving her a small smile before walking down the hallway; she followed as you paused in front of Astrid's door. Carefully opening the door, the light from the hallway sprinkled in; you let out a sigh, seeing Astrid sleepy peacefully in her unicorn themed room, ner nightlight in the corner of her bedroom softly beaming a pinkish color. "I completely trust you with watching her, mom, but I can't help but worry."

Your mother sighed, "I was the same with you," She spoke quietly as you shut your daughter's door, "It was really hard for me to leave home without you in those first couple of years... But after your father… I'm sorry, again, for not being there for you in your later years. If I had only-"

"It's fine, mom, really." You paused at the bottom of the stairs, "We talked about this, I'm fine. Perfectly happy. Yes, I wish some things were different, but we can't change the past." Slipping on your shoes, you let out a small shaky breath, looking over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes to spare. Checking through your bag, you huffed, rolling your eyes. "Shit. I'll be right back, I forgot my wallet." You turned and headed back up the stairs.

Your mother stood by the door, watching the upstairs landing for a sight of you, before the doorbell rang. She cringed lightly, hoping that the doorbell wasn't loud enough to wake her granddaughter. Opening the door revealed Steve, dressed in a striped polo shirt, brown slacks, and brown shoes; looking a bit more formal than usual. Your mother immediately smiled, seeing the two bouquets of flowers in his awaiting hands.

Steve hid his tingling nerves behind his charming smile, offering one of the bouquets - white lilies - to your mother, who's smile widened at the gesture. "These are for you, Mrs. L/N." He said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasures all mine," Your mother took a small whiff of her flowers before resting them carefully in her arms, "My daughter talks a lot about you. You must have made a good impression."

"Must have," Steve let out a small laugh, his eyes then finding you past your mother’s figure, walking down the stairs; his expression softened, completely taking you in.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my wallet-" You paused at the end of the stairs, looking up as you stuffed your wallet inside your bag. "What?" You asked, seeing the way that Steve was looking at you, you bit your lip, your brow furrowed in confusion.

Steve’s eyes widened slightly as he watched you walk down the stairs. Then, there, Steve saw his forever with you. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Damn… I mean, nothing, nothing..." He said, offering you the bouquet in his hands. “You just… You look beautiful.” Your eyes widened, at his words and seeing the colorful bouquet - your favorite flowers were situated perfectly in the light blue paper that wrapped the bundle up.

"Oh, Steve," You muttered, taking the bouquet and bringing it up to your nose, "These are beautiful." You inhaled deeply, smelling the flowery scent. "And thank you." You gave him a warm, grateful smile before reaching up and planting a quick kiss against his cheek. “For the flowers and the compliment. You look rather dashing tonight as well.”

"Anytime, Y/N." He responded, his cheeks flushed. "We should probably get going-"

"Mommy!" You, Steve, and your mother's head whipped around as Astrid came running down the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Steve, frowned a bit, seeing the young toddler in distress, and that sympathy turned right into pure confusion as Astrid instead of leaping into your mother's arms, came right up to you.

You quickly sat the flowers down on the small table by the door, your motherly instincts taking over, before reaching down and taking her into your arms. You lightly bounced her, trying your best to calm her as her little fists rubbed at her wet eyes, "What's wrong, honey bunny?" You asked, only receiving little sniffles in return, until a moment later, she spoke.

"I had a nightmare," She mumbled, before digging her face into your shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around your neck.

You sighed, “It’s gonna be alright,” You spoke, before you remembered Steve was right beside you. Turning, you looked up at him, seeing the confusion written all over his face; his eyebrows were furrowed, and a small - still confused - frown painted his lips. Your mother took one look at the both of you before leaving the room entirely, not wanting to intrude on your private conversation; muttering that she needed to put her flowers in a vase. You shifted Astrid a bit so you could see her face better. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked softly, your hand rubbing soothing circles onto her back. Astrid shook her head quickly, letting out another sniffle as she clung onto your shirt.

“Nuh-uh,” She only muttered back.

Looking back up at Steve, you knew that it was time to tell him; you couldn’t hide it forever. "Astrid's my daughter." You spoke quickly, gently as you tried to remain as calm as you could, for yourself and your daughter; though you couldn’t help but feel tears burn the backs of your eyes. Those words fell from your lips without hesitation, a feeling of relief washing over you, the heavy weight being lifted from your shoulders. "I had her when I was really young, that's why I dropped out of high school; so I could better prepare myself for her, and to better take care of her." You turned your gaze away, your free hand coming up to brush through Astrid's curly hair; during the short while, she had grown quiet, peeking her head out between your shoulder, her cheek pressed up against it. "I was worried about telling you at first. I didn't know how you would handle the information." You paused, swallowing the lump forming in your throat, "I should've told you... But I wasn't ready... And now it's happening." You laughed quietly, "I'm really sorry."

"Y/N," Steve began, moving closer to you and placing his hand on your cheek; your eyes met his.

"I would understand if you want to cancel our date."

"Cancel our date?" He asked, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it."

Your eyes widened, "You- what?"

The corners of his mouth tugged upward, and your heart swelled in your chest. "Y/N," He spoke softly, "This changes nothing for me. I wouldn't care if you had one kid or six, I still want to spend time with you, and get to know you more." His voice went quiet, "I really like you, more than I have ever liked anybody before."

You blinked, your eyes beginning to water slightly. "... Really?” You questioned, your voice slightly trembling as you stared at the man in front of you. Your heart nearly stopped. It felt like you were drowning, unable to catch your breath, and all of your thoughts flew out of your mind - completely blank. The world seemed to freeze, and you could hear everything; every sound, each beat of your heart. All you could see was him. If this was love… Well… "Steve-" Your hand came up to grab his hand from your cheek, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

"I’m serious," He interrupted, "Plus, I am reportedly great with children. I babysit them all the time." He grinned, his statement making you laugh. “They don’t call me ‘Mama Steve’ for nothing.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, shaking your head lightly with a small chuckle. "God," You breathed out, "I can't believe you."

Looking back over at Astrid, your daughter stared right at Steve - quickly forgetting her nightmare, before she pointed a finger at him, "My mommy told me that she likes your hair."

Well, that was certainly an ego boost for Steve, as his smile turned into a smirk, glancing at you before looking back at your daughter. "Oh, really?" He asked, and Astrid nodded, "Well, that is great information to know, Astrid. Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome," She nodded, before her blue eyes suddenly brightened, seeing the bouquet of flowers on the small table by the door, "Oooh! Flowers!" She exclaimed, reaching out from your arms to try and grab them, and you couldn't help but laugh. “Pretty! I want them!”

"Alright," You sat her down, handing her the bouquet, "Could you bring these to the kitchen for Mommy? Mimi is still there, I believe."

Astrid nodded fervently, jumping up and down in her ‘Rainbow Brite’ pajamas, holding the now seemingly large bouquet in her arms, "Okay, Mommy!" You then leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before she ran to the kitchen, yelling out an ecstatic 'I love you.'" And Steve mentally took note to bring Astrid her own flowers when he picked you up for your next date.

You mimicked her ‘I love you’, letting out a small sigh before turning back to Steve, "Well," You spoke up, "Are you sure you're not weirded out that I have a daughter?"

"I would never be weirded out by something like that," He shrugged, "And to answer any questions that might pop into the gorgeous mind of yours, yes, I am curious, but in a positive manner. But, again, this changes nothing." He stepped closer to you, gently squeezing your hand in his. "It would be an honor to go out on this date with you, truly, beautiful..."

You felt your cheeks flush, biting your lower lip, smiling, and laughing - almost giddy - at his statement. "Well, if we’re using nicknames, Mama Steve,” You teased lightly, feeling as if you were floating. "If you insist." You smiled softly.

Steve raised a brow, his smirk widening, "If I insist?" He questioned, causing your cheeks to heat up even more, if that was even possible. "Oh, I insist, sweetheart."

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danieyells · 17 hours

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care to spoil any interesting dialogue Haku has when you reach higher affinity levels? Would love to know!

Haku's so. . .normal, it's kinda cute? Lol. But yeah I'm pretty down for that! I wanted to share one of these things but held my tongue lolol but since you're asking here're some of the ones that were more interesting or otherwise appealing to me!

Affinity 4:

"...Hate to be the one to tell you this, but there's something untoward lingering behind you. Don't look!

Hah, I was just kidding. It was just a little dust, see?"

Affinity 10:

"Your parents ever tell you ghosts would get you if you don't go to bed?

For some reason Zenji's the only one who gets spooked when I say that..."

Affinity 11:

"All these geniuses and their lectures are giving me heartburn.

Wouldn't mind hearing the woes of someone long-suffering instead every once in a while."

(this sounds cruel but from what i can tell in Japanese he says he'd rather hear stories about hard workers/people who struggled from the bottom than prodigies. Basically he's more interested in, y'know, ordinary folks than people who're really special.)

Affinity 12:

"That video I took of Zenji today?

I'm just going to do some quick editing and post it. I don't know why he doesn't just focus on content that's more his style..."

Affinity 17:

"Getting cold feet when you try to jump into the deep end is just proof you're a normal human being. We're the crazy ones."

Affinity 19:

"Just having someone you care about at your side is all you really need...

Ha ha. That was a little out of character, huh? My bad."

Affinity 22:

"None of us wanted to become like this. Living an ordinary life, and dying an ordinary death—

why go after more than that?"

He just wants to be normal. And he can't. It's kinda tragic lol

Affinity 24:

"Being cursed really sucks, huh? You can't help but ask yourself, "Why me?" all the time, even when you know it's a question with no answer."

And my favorite line, at 25(max) affinity:

"I know I'm being selfish—

but sometimes, I wish you'd just forget about me..."

WHY. . .ARE YOU THE SUS ONE AND YOU FEEL BAD THAT YOU'LL BETRAY THEM? DO YOU JUST FEEL LIKE YOU'RE TOO LUCKY HAVING HAD FALLEN FOR SOMEONE NORMAL WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT NORMAL ANYMORE? DO YOU FEEL LIKE THE PC DESERVES SOMEONE NORMAL AND TO BE ABLE TO GO BACK TO A NORMAL LIFE BUT BEING WITH YOU GUARANTEES THEY WON'T? WHY DO YOU WANT THEM TO FORGET YOU. . .he's so interesting to me simply because of how much he tries to keep himself apart from his being a ghoul(and, y'know, seeing spirits and shit--) so he can try and just be any other guy. . .and he can't lol his surroundings, who and what he is, he can't go back to being normal! It's a charming way to have a boy next door sort of personality i think lol

And since there are other interesting voicelines. . . . . . .

Seasons and holidays aren't affinity locked, so you can see these when they're available(although i didn't label which time they're available at, just the season lol.)

Spring(March-May):

"I've been noticing more birds in the garden lately. Is that a bush warbler? A white-eye, maybe? A lot going on during spring in Hotarubi."

Boy knows his birbs.

"Must be nice being a ghost—no hayfever, and no hangovers. Spring really is the embodiment of human weakness."

How drunk did you get last night buddy. . . .

"My family home is pretty famous in our area for its cherry blossoms... When I was a kid, my friends and I used to go exploring through them at night."

Summer(starts June, ends August):

"It's so humid... Days like this make me miss Frostheim..."

He's former Frostheim! He does have a voice line that mentions not having spoken to Tohma recently too, but that he seems busy as usual.

"You're not going to wear a yukata?

Eh, I just thought it'd be cute to see. That's the kind of thing guys think about, don't know what else to tell you."

It reads like he's a little disappointed the girl he's into friends with isn't gonna wear something he thinks is cute lol (i'd see if he sounds disappointed in the audio but since i don't have haku's sr the game didn't download the audio for me lol)

Autumn(September-November):

"They say fall is the season of the arts, but I'm a really mediocre flute player. I'm about as uncultured as you can get."

Winter(December-February):

"You'll catch a cold dressed like that. It's already pretty chilly out there, you know...

Here, take my coat."

"Winter rain really chills you to the bone. Sorry, walking through the garden must be rough for you this time of year. Come a little closer."

I'm a bit of a sucker for huddling together in the cold lol

"It's cold again today. Now that I think of it, Subaru said he wanted to make hotpot with everyone. Guess I'll go grab some things and make it happen."

"Your hands hurt because of the cold? Let me see.

Oh yeah, your fingertips are all red. Here, stick them in my pockets."

Is that your flute in your pocket or are you completely unaffected by the cold

Halloween:

"Looks like you've had your fair share of tricks today.

I'll narrow down your options and just make it a treat, then."

Christmas:

"You look like you're having fun. Do you have a present for me, Little Miss Santa?

Haha, I'm just kidding. Here you go. Merry Christmas."

When you haven't logged in for at least a day, between the hours of 5am and 3pm(? I've gotten these messages with Taiga after being away for like two hours so i may be misunderstanding the condition):

"Hey there, stranger. Everyone's missed you, you know.

...Even I was starting to get a little worried."

Those're the ones that're most interesting to me I think! 'u' there are some that aren't up there though, like some of the ones that show him being responsible and worrying about his teammates haha. Hope you don't mind my little commentary here and there!

#tokyo debunker #haku kusanagi #tokyo debunker spoilers #datamining cw #danie yells answers #danie yells with anons #danie yells at tokyo debunker #haku's a sweetheart. just a genuinely good dude.

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smoke-glass · 2 months

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No matter what relationship philza is in, whether it be with THE Goddess of Death or Missa or both, he will always be a malewife.

#late night posts thought this was something to say #so im saying it #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #philza #missasinfonia #pissa #phissa #philssa #talking about there characters btw not the cc's #mumza #phistin #trixtin

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pineappical · 11 months

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in light of tedtrent becoming so real, im also jumping on the tedtrent epilogue 😊

there's just no way ted wouldn't keep in touch with the others (and have weekly zoom meetings just like in the christmas special) and I just love the thought of the whole team having reunions once in a while.

and going back to trent's arc in s3, the sunflowers conversation, "And your daughter?" "She's never been happier." I think it could go the same for ted.. we've never really properly saw how henry felt about his dad being in london, it's always other people that told ted his son misses him, who's to say henry would rather see his dad happy because that in turn would make him happy too? he was there to win the whole thing, right? I just know ted’s story isn’t done yet when he still hasn’t learned to let others take care of him in return and who else to pair him with than the man who blew up his career because a man was nice to him (and also because they were so. so cruel for the fakeout tedbecca scenes for that finale) 🥺

I'm no writer so just pretend these are snapshots of a slow burn fic where ted visits london for their team reunion and slowly realizes that trent has a crush on him and they kiss about it 💛

#ted lasso #trent crimm #tedependent #ted lasso fanart #tedtrent #ted x trent #I HAVE SOOOOOO MUCH MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BTW its just that its 4am rn and i cannot type down my thoughts for the life of me </3 #im just so not over that ending and how weird it felt for ted to end his story like that.. not like he can turn back to michelle since #dr. jacob is right there.. i want this man to feel loved and cared for and actually have a place he knows he can call home and that was #richmond for me.. to the family we were born with. and to the family we make along the way etc etc etc #ted lasso spoilers #<- FORGOT ABOUT THAT.#i can finally say i loved the ending for all the callbacks and stuff but I NEED THIS MAN TO BE HELDDDD!!!!! *everything explodes around me*#he even went back there WITHOUT BEARD :( his bestfriend for sooo long who was there for all their ups and downs. i dont like beard and jane #being together but the fact ted didnt even go to their wedding too like ...??! what is going onnnn #also graying lasso is just something so indulgent for me . hush #pn.art #JUST YKNOW!!! I HOPE YALL UNDERSTAND WHAT IM SAYING ITS REALLY REALLY LATE I PROBABLY SHOULDVE WAITED TILL LATER TO POST THIS BUT JAHJVAKDG #my memory is really bad too so i could also be misremembering scenes and im too eepy to check the scenes i had in mind so u_u #ALSO apologies that its taking me sooo long to draw things i recently joined a mc server and ive been playing it all day and night HFSJGFSH #im sooo scared of making these type of posts because i dont have the balls to make the wrong choices in other people's eyes but GRAAH!!!!!#<- i love tedtrent bUT WHAT IF PEOPLE THINK IM CRINGGGEEEE!!!!!#THATS ALL.... i have more drawings in mind that ill get around to later.. for now goodnight <3

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compacflt · 10 months

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idk if this question has already been answered or not but idrc, would your ice have considered it "talking about it" to admit his physical attraction towards mav? like calling him beautiful or genuinely complementing him. this goes for mav too

i do feel post debriefing ice would call mav beautiful openly or some sappy bs like that

love your writing 💌

anon i need you to know this ask was so cute it made me physically nauseous. i was sick all week thinking about how cute this ask was. thank you for sending it.

i actually had a couple drabbles where yes ice both pre- and post-TGM mission is like yeah im physically attracted to you, but it’s less like “oh my god you’re so hot 😍” and more like “i mean, yeah, you objectively look like tom cruise so it’s not like i really have a choice.”

but “beautiful” specifically i had not thought of, and it has knocked me off my feet and made me go feral/rabid/undomesticated for a few days straight, so i will be writing something about this. thanks.

#the reason there is very little of maverick in ch9 of wwgattai is because it would all be 100% fluff.#that’s the whole reason i started writing the drabbles.#i had to play up the ‘oh no we’re still not really together’ bit for the plot but #by the late aughts/early 2010s these are two old men who are extremely consciously in love #& just can’t say it out loud because it might change everything/have an effect on their careers #something that Should Be Done before they die but they both know so they don’t really HAVE to talk about it #I still don’t think i hit that feeling exactly which is disappointing but whatever #cutest ask ever anon. ill be thinking about this for months.#i clearly didn’t give their pre-2000s sex life a ton of thought but im sure ice was calling him ‘pretty boy’ in bed from day one #jsyk #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #asks #edts notes #ANON!!! You sent this ask two months ago & this has just been sitting in my drafts sorry sorry sorry #first 3 are pre-tgm and last one is post-tgm (mav retiring ❤️)#anon—i just want you to know how seriously i took this ask; two/three months later. i wasn’t planning on writing out their wedding night #at all #this ask was what made me write their wedding LMAO

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queer-reader-07 · 6 months

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i love when people seemingly do everything in their power to interpret what you’re saying in the most bad faith way possible. it’s so fun and nice. (sarcasm)

#like yes please tell me why i’m a terrible person because i don’t think this character death is problematic #please i would love to hear you tell me why i’m actually contributing to homophobia because im not upset about this specific thing #(this is sarcasm)#it’s honestly just extra frustrating because i genuinely try to be respectful and engage in constructive discourse #but if you’re gonna reply to me with bad faith takes and tell me i’m like willfully ignorant(??) because i came to a different conclusion #than you did. i don’t even know what to say #people are allowed to disagree on things and just because i said something you disagree with doesn’t mean im contributing to hate or bigotr #idk i just can’t imagine reading someone’s opinions on something and instead of engaging respectfully #choosing to interpret them in a poor light #and then continue to double down on said poor interpretation after they’ve clarified their original meaning #just some late night thoughts after having a particular unproductive experience in the replies of a post #rant post #rambling

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theydoctor · 4 months

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i can never find the words to describe all my love and still i try and try and try because not saying anything at all would be so much worse

#not sure what this is. late night thoughts i guess.#wanted to write poetry and instead made a tumblr post #maybe there's poetry in that #instead of writing a poem for you i make a tumblr post. not saying it to you yet still saying something.#i love you.

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mothnoir · 5 months

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So so normal about what a character's music tastes says about them

#[miserable sigh] hello its s0naverse again #how each song wraps around and peers into their psyche #indicators of their sense of style and taste.#do they like sad music? do they like loud music? upbeat and pop-y music?#do you feel your grip on your soul slipping onto a numb nothing every day.#are you full of rage and urges you cant control that scare you beyond belief #are you becoming mortal again. are you losing your mortality. are you two stars hurtling past eachother #desperately reaching out for one another and clinging on for dear life the second you make contact #when you inevitably explode into nothingness will you reform together into a nebula or warp into a black hole?#will you save eachother?#<- inevitably circled back into those tragic little gay men they consume my every waking thought still /ref #nvjdkj god's third wheeling at this point & the only thing holding her into the equation is how deeply she's #wormed her self and her influence into it. into the tboy. metaphorically and literally #and like. he can always leave her but he'll always have her heart. she'll always have his #but by god she cannot stop their supernova of a love #nvkdkkjs I say that like theyre so romantic with eachother. they cant hold hands for more than a few minutes without getting #deeply embarrassed. dork ass nerds /affectionate #s0naverse posting on main. late night rambles from beyond the stars. the shooting stars [joke drum sfx]#gndkks having a ship name for them feels so dumb but going sona x stylus feels even dumber sometimes #hey it leads to cheesy analyses so its good for something #delete or not to delete later #status noir #sonaverse

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non-un-topo · 7 months

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This school year just wants to break me so badly and it's only October

#forgive me i've had wine #i just feel like bursting into tears #one other group member finally graced me with a response but it was just to say:#'heyy sorry midterms are crazy and i haven't finished the article but i'll post my thoughts before 4pm tomorrow'#babes you'd fucking BETTER post something at all before 4pm tomorrow or i'm doing this whole thing myself and leaving you in the dust i stg #because that's too late by then. days too late. it's already too late.#and i'm working the entire day before class on wednesday so i can't work on the assignment at all before class.#tomorrow night is the very latest i can babysit y'all and give you directions that should have been clear weeks ago.#.........just. why. why do they always ask me for permission before doing work instead of just using their intuition and reading the guidel #guidelines and making a damn post? why do they always need my permission??#if you can't tell this has happened before.#am i that much of a smart ass that they just think i'm the boss of everything?#well i have a gpa to maintain or i'm fucked. so. i have to be proactive.

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violetsareblue-selfships · 10 months

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it's like this man wants to be a main f/o of mine...

#thinking about coming home to him and him reading aloud to help us both decompress from the day...#or him having some of the cross stitch things I've made framed & hung up in his office #or or him coming home to me baking and just wrapping his arms around me; resting his chin on my head...#and i can just /feel/the day's tension bleed out of him 🥺🥺#the idea of him getting all soft when it's late at night and he's sleepy & he's more verbally affectionate and just 🥰🥰#but also him growing used to how physically affectionate i am so it's not uncommon to find me in his lap or pressed against his side #like it may not be his immediate first love language but it grows comfy to him over time bc of me #bc he can tell how much hugs & stuff mean to me / calm me down <3 #((+ i feel like this says something that this list is just thoughts from yesterday afternoon + this morning...))#stupid scholar worming his way into my head and then not leaving it #irrationally in love 💖📗#i need to post this or i'll just sit here + come up w/ more hah

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writer-and-artist27 · 1 year

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Sometimes, I wonder if the friend I cut off ever thinks about what they did wrong. If they knew what they were doing when they said the things they said that led me to cutting them off in the first place.

It's been a year since I had to cut them off, and the void in my heart is still there, even if it's smaller than it used to be.

I'm not going to risk them coming back in to inevitably carve out more.

I've been hurt enough. By their insensitivity and lack of tact. By their hurting others I still care about.

I'm not going to let them back in again. Even if a small part of me wishes they apologized.

Even when I know the apology will never come.

It never came from the first ex-friend. Why should I expect it from the second?

#tired vy says something #vent #or the rain and trolley has me reflect #on much hurt happens when it's someone you thought you could trust #text post #late night thoughts

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theforestknowsmydreams · 3 months

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it's so hard to be nice to yourself. you don't even notice until you try!

i've long passed the time i genuinely hated myself, but to this day it's a struggle not to devalue myself out of habit

and it's in EVERYTHING! even things that don't sound that bad, but when i reevaluate the situation, i realize i was secretly sad about it :/

when someone offers to help you with something, THERE IS NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE! no more "sorry for bothering you with this" or "if it's not a bother" people love feeling needed! knowing they did something nice for you makes them happy as well!

when someone asks if you're alright, or mentions you look down, THERE IS NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE! "sorry for ruining the mood"? "sorry for making you worry"? get over yourself! THEY made the decision to be concerned for your well-being, and they made the decision to ask you about it!

IT APPLIES TO SO MANY THINGS!

THERE IS NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!

being polite is good, but it erects boundaries.

being polite is good, but keeping the people you hold dear at arm's length is not.

accept that people can see things in you that you don't. and you can still believe them.

learn that you don't need to accomplish anything great to deserve respect, both from others and yourself.

most of myself is unknown to me, unless it's spoken back at me. if someone says you're kind, and you disagree? your actions spoke you kindness into the world, and it was spoken back at you.

be nice to yourself.

#say “thank you” instead of “sorry” etc etc #i've been having strong feelings about things lately #anyway my friend offered to help me out with something and my first reaction was to assure them they don't NEED to help #which pissed me off because they obviously know that. my brain has no business stressing me out like that #so this post is brought to you by me being quirky and relatable #mental health #mochi thinks #late night thoughts

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xxsabitoxx · 8 months

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How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldn’t tell that from the title

A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last year… but since I didn’t realize until I finished writing this… imma post it anyways. But if you’d like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol

Gojo Satoru

He is relentless, especially when he’s in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when you’re ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, it’s like he’s going through withdrawals. He’s skilled with his tongue, he’s able to move it in ways and speeds you didn’t know a man could. Typically he’s a tease, he’ll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you can’t even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and don’t feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your finger’s bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until you’re sobbing and begging him to ease up. He’ll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. He’s also the type to see those “pineapple make’s your cum sweet” articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. He’s not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if it’s just a myth, his sweet tooth can’t pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one night… you still recall seeing the sun rise.

Geto Suguru

He’s a god at eating pussy and you can’t convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesn’t have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. He’ll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation that’s making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll stop all together just to taunt you until you’re sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him.

Nanami Kento

Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanami… so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He can’t think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. He’ll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and you’re already passed out in bed. He’ll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he can’t tell if you’re wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesn’t care for any of the fancy shit, so don’t bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because he’s tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. He’s a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put into that, especially when you’re grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanami’s other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really can’t interrupt him.

Fushiguro Toji

I had to restart Toji’s so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until you’re screaming. He’ll give you a “break” by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. He’ll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. He’ll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. He’ll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you are… like he ain’t selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you can’t be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time he’s done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write “cum dumpster” on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.

Ryomen Sukuna

Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he won’t admit it. But that is not to say he can’t live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when you’re sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if you’re looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if you’ve made him cum, he’s more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, don’t expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force it’s borderline painful. He’s using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If we’re talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he won’t stop until you’ve blacked out. He’ll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. He’s forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you.

Okkotsu Yuta

If you look up the definition of “pussy drunk” you’ll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he can’t even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. He’s just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. He’ll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until you’re unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, he’s almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesn’t stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, he’s determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for “practice” or “lessons” which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, it’s an offer you can’t refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isn’t bad at anything. He’s so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him he’s doing good. He’ll slow down when your praise isn’t coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until you’re coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. It’s important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He can’t get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of “suffocating him” by sitting all the way down on him.

Fushiguro Megumi

He won’t admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if he’s been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. He’s focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows it’s not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. He’s a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels you’ve earned it. He’ll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until you’re gasping as the pain turns bruising. He’ll admire the teeth indents he’s left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but he’s found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumi’s preferred method of “torture” depends on his mood, either he’ll edge you until you’re begging or overstimulate you until you’re crying. He’s very private when it comes to these things… unless he’s jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to.

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