#his lil pink beans 🥺

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ —let's play it again | geto suguru

wc: 1.6k

summary: you don’t see why this good thing should end, so you negotiate. 

contains: implied f!reader but no pronouns used, non-curse!au, fuckboy!suguru, vague descriptions of sex

a/n: a part 2 to fuckboy!suguru inspired by those reels/tiktoks of couples capturing confessions in photo booths 🥺 + an early birthday gift for @irisintheafterglow!! he's a lil softie in this one 🥺 i hope you like it my dear iris!!

part 1 <- you are here

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There’s a reason why Suguru always wins—

At the slightest indication of a loss, he withdraws, slipping out at just the right time before it’s considered a forfeit. 

In this game with you, he removes himself quietly, like a ghost haunting your memories. It’s the day after the seventh time he’s spent the night when he cuts contact. Calls, texts, everything. 

You don’t understand any of it; what you had was good—messages you can’t stop replying to, scratches down the length of his spine, fingers threading through the silk strands of his hair; that kind of good. You don’t see why it should end, don’t want it to. 

So you negotiate. 

Bundled up in your favorite coat and the scarf he never returned for, you corner him in the crisp chill of an autumn afternoon. He’s wearing that damn leather jacket again, black turtleneck high to hide his skin from what you hope is the cold and not from you. 

His gaze continues to reel you in, obsidian pools you could sink into. He still smells of apple and tonka bean; you know the cedarwood won’t hit until he’s walked away, trailing the air he passes through. 

There is so much you know about the man in front of you, how he hides his surprise by clenching his jaw; Suguru’s tell is never his eyes, it’s his lips—its sudden movements, the lift of a smirk down to the constriction of his throat.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed and arms crossed, a little anxious.

“Not at all.”

He swallows his lies every time he utters them, does it twice when he’s nervous. 

His Adam's apple bobs two times. 

(He doesn’t tell you your mistake: that you made it so easy to want mornings and nights spent entirely with you). 

So, you negotiate a rematch; a deal to go back to the way things were. 

If by the end of the next six months, neither of you want anything to do with the other, he wins and you’ll never speak to him again. But if you win—

He agrees.

(If he nips it at the bud, proves there isn’t anything more to this feeling and gets over you before he ever has to, then it’s a whole world of pain he’s avoiding—a whole web of attachment he’s never been used to making). 

.

The rematch finds you learning a new side to Suguru.

He’s still charming, eyes dark and voice honey smooth when he speaks. His hands still know you best between your sheets, grabbing hold of your hips and molding you as he squeezes the flesh when you reach your peak.

There’s still freshly made tea sitting on the kitchen counter when you wake the morning after, its temperature the perfect warmth you know he’s mastered. Dinners are still your favorite, and he continues to lean in instead of asking you to speak louder.

Your contact is in his favorites, everyone else unanswered. 

He’s still the same Suguru, except—

The apples of his cheeks flush warm pink when you call him cute instead of handsome; he stutters the first time he sees you dressed up for the new year countdown. And when he lingers those few seconds before kissing you, you swear you catch the corners of his lips curve up into a small smile. 

He stays awake for a bit after sex. You know because you feel him next to you, finger feather light as it trails down the slope of your nose to your lips; then he kisses your forehead, completely innocent, pure, as if he wasn’t just inside you. 

It’s a softness to him he’s never shown you before, less mysterious and more genuine. 

You learn that he keeps mementos and photos all over his room, either aesthetically displayed or safely tucked inside boxes; that he holds onto the things that remind him of the people he’s let in his life, even when they’re gone—especially when they are.

He loves snacking, biscuits with tea especially, nuts second, and fruits third. When he reaches over one afternoon, cracker pinched between his fingers to feed you so casually, you freeze momentarily. 

But you shake it off quickly, biting it from his fingertips while you smile brightly. The Suguru you know always looks at you directly, but this one coughs before blinking one time too many. 

He swallows twice.

(The voice in his head tells him this’ll do the trick; he’s bared himself to you, mr. mysterious and cool signed out and replaced with none other than just plain Suguru). 

—you like him even more now, you think. 

.

On the fifth month of this whole ordeal, you bring Suguru to a photobooth. 

You figure that if he wins, at least he’ll have this remembrance of you.

It’s old fashioned, one of those booths that only print in black and white—a time capsule of nostalgia, a place that feels of love captured through stills in time. 

You tell him it’s a late birthday gift from you, a last hurrah for your cutest winter outfits. The end of a season before a new one begins. 

Velvet slips through your fingers as you push the curtain to the side, and you bow your head to step in with Suguru close behind. The set-up is fairly simple: a bench, the camera, a touch screen to keep it modernized. You can take a total of eight shots, to be printed later into two strips of four—one for you and one for him, you figure. 

It’s a bit cramped when you settle into the seat, soft cushion sinking further once Suguru follows next to you; for a man over 6 feet, dressed loosely in wide pants and layers of blazers, you’re surprised he even managed to squeeze himself to fit in this tiny space. 

You zip your jacket up until the collar, fleece tickling the corners of your fingertips. The earmuffs you’re wearing act as a perfect statement piece while simultaneously keeping your hair from flying.

It’s a bit unsettling, but Suguru’s been quiet since you got here—watching, observing. 

(Even while you’re setting up the timer, suggesting poses he’s nodding off to, he focuses on you entirely, tilting his head subconsciously.

You’ve been heavy on his mind lately—all the little things about you he can’t help but notice more intently. 

You must be the sun’s lover, how your eyes seem to reflect every beam of it, warming him even in the winter. He’ll never understand what you mean when you say you hate how your hair looks in the morning, baby hairs sticking up and curling around the edges of your forehead; to him, you always look lovely. There’s honesty, in every breath and word you give him—something he’s not used to, something he isn’t well versed in. 

Since giving this another shot, he’s tried to shake you off, put down his front to show you a Suguru so far from the one you know, from the one that first attracted you—all in the hopes of you dropping him. 

Of you conceding to make him win. 

But he’s realizing—

You call him cute when he’s only ever been handsome. And you laugh at his jokes, all the good but especially the bad ones too; you’ve been complicit to one or two pranks on Satoru. Sometimes at night, he clings onto your body, tucking you within him and draping his leg across your hip bone—he’s a human furnace but you let him engulf you entirely. 

He doesn’t expect you to remember that he loves soba, that he’s dreamt of perfecting all forms of martial arts since he was seven. He doesn’t expect you to remember that he prefers hot showers, so he can step out on the tiles to feel contrast so strikingly cold. 

You shouldn’t know this much about him, and yet you do. 

—there’s no one else he’s been this genuine with. 

So when you peer at him smiling, earmuffs resting cozily by your ears, his eyes soften, face relaxing as the corners of his lips curve up into a small grin. 

Flash!

He says it, mouth forming the syllables around his words. You tilt your head, confused, eyebrows furrowing because you can’t hear him. 

Flash! 

His hand reaches for you, pushing your earmuffs to slide down the back of your head. It lands to rest around your neck.

Flash!

“You win.” he says, loud enough to fill the space of the booth. 

You still don’t quite get it, brow raised in puzzlement. 

Flash!

So he grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours before he repeats himself again.

“I said, you win.” 

And the look on your face when it registers, how your eyes glisten like glints on a sunshower; how you give him the prettiest smile that has his heart running for miles. 

He’s confident he’ll always remember this version of you, thankful that he has evidence of it as the camera goes off into another—

Flash!

Tears well up in your lash line; one blink and they’ll fall. You’re smiling so hard he wonders if your cheeks are hurting, if you’ll want him to massage them the way you smooth out the knots between his shoulder blades. 

Your hands remove themselves from his, only to replace the heat on his face.

Flash!

Then you kiss him, lips crashing onto his. you taste of pomegranate—the lip gloss he can’t resist. 

His hand finds its way around your waist, spreading itself to support your back as he dips you, pressing against you harder. While his fingers slot themselves in the junction between your ear and jaw, your hands fall to his chest, gripping the lapels of his blazer. 

Lips smacking, sliding. A breathy smile. 

Flash!

When you part, his forehead rests against yours, the proximity holding you nose-to-nose. 

Suguru’s never felt this kind of peace—he hopes the camera captures it, how contentment looks on his face in moments like this with you. 

Flash!)

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You step out of the photobooth hand-in-hand, collecting the photo strips from the dispenser; it’s your souvenir after all, a tangible evidence to remind you of the deal you made—

—if you win, he’s yours.

thank you notes: @mididoodles for helping me through this 🥺 + @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for all the support always!! + @mysugu @soumies bc when i think of sugu i think of u both... 🤧

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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[evansbby]

BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

#AHHHHH #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Ari drabble #jeonsbbyeal

[copias-juicebox]

I'd have come back sooner but I was so mortified by my calling Copia daddy. Never in my life have called someone that; no matter the circumstances. I didn't mean to and only realised after reading your response. Freudian slip and everything.

I love Copia in the military jacket. Never lived in the era when he was wearing that one, but it sure doesn't stop me from missing him wearing that fine piece of uniform. I'd love to see Copia in a pink or purple version of the glitter jacket tho. And the rat eaten pants is a no-brainer. Must-have xD

On another note, I don't think it can get any worse for me left with no dignity on my part. Not that it's bad when people use daddy but for me it's a huge fucking deal. So here I am, off-anon and still embarrassed and mortified. Nice to meet you, your local german ace who clearly is off the rails and has some seriously confusing problems.

hello hello 🥰🥳.

First of all let me officially say hi. Nice to meet you hehe. I am very happy you felt comfortable enough to come off anon now since i realized after opening your blog that you‘re a shy lil cute bean. 🥺 i appreciate your courage 😚

Now i guess papa sure has a stronger effect on you then anyone it‘s confirmed now. Whatever effect that may be it‘s strong.!! 💪🏻😂

You know as girl who will literally call anyone she finds hot daddy this is so amusing. (I think i need to note that i don‘t always think about it before i say it and it‘s not supposed to be serious anyway)

But i totally see why because papa has a daddy energy to him ngl.

IKR PAPA IN PINK I WANT IT. Especially now that @ghuleh-recs and @ratgirlcopia have made some gifs to visualize it.

But please don‘t be too embarrassed or mortified for calling papa daddy. I know it‘s easy to say for me but i want to remind you this is a safe space. And i‘d say that my blog easily is waaaaaay way more unhinged and definitely sometimes inappropriate than you calling papa daddy it‘s almost adorable how flabbergasted you are about it. If anything i‘d even encourage your to go off the rails even more. (I‘m a fucking bad influence so be warned).

#i don‘t see you having seriously confusing problems tbh i think you are fine just the way you are #also MY LOCAL GERMAN ACE HALLO UND WILKOMMEN HAHA #asks

[siriustreasure]

We need a part 2 for corpse husband if you were his daughter 😌🫣

being corpse husband’s daughter would include (part 2):

a/n: {find part 1 here} ty for asking, hope you like these follow up ones :’)! it just occurred to me that some people have followed me for stuff for specific people so if you’d like to be tagged in all fics/headcanons for corpse (or anybody else) just let me know! <3 once again, these assume y/n’s mother isn’t involved because single papa corpse owns my heart :’)

warnings: swearing, references to insomia, chronic illnesses, food, very tiny tangent about squid game (no spoilers/violence, just used like one sentence gi-hun’s ex-wife said as an example for something), possibly (probably) rambling

corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.

if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.

he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.

midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).

the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.

he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.

imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-

you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.

he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).

y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.

swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.

some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.

if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.

another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.

y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.

you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.

i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.

i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?

the amigops et al (and others) replace your grandparents.

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[shiroichiban]

could i request how the boys would act if they had a crush on someone and how would they try to pursue that person? thanks!

4Town having a crush headcanons~

Robaire:

took him awhile to realise it honestly, he’d probably only gain a crush on someone he’s known for a long time, i.e. good friends/best friends with. but when he does he falls down h a r d

definitely the type to act confident on the outside, he’ll be chatting with you casually and the moment you walk away from him he’s just a mess like “idsmmsdinxks oh my god they’re so cute god, why are they so cute, they’re a fuckin angel I swear to god dismsjdms”

baby you are my… ANGGGEEELLLLL hamtaro meme vibes

once he realises he has a crush on you he definitely acts on it immediately, giving you small gifts like chocolates and flowers, my dude goes all out sappy hopeless romantic in his pursuit of your heart! you two hangout every now and again on a “is this a date?? it’s the two of us together doing mildly romantic, couple-esque things this must be a date right?? but do they think this is a date?? are we dating?!”

yes robaire, you’re on a date.

the two of you love checking out new cafe’s on your “date-not-date” outings! if they offer some kinda couples discount you’ll jokingly take it and smile at robaire as he fucking dies inside cause god he wishes you two were an actual couple

his wish comes true eventually when he confesses to you the day after pandapocalypse 2002!

Jesse:

his kids help him come to the realisation that he likes you, the two of them are just casually colouring on the floor or something as he drinks his coffee then they ask, “daddy are you and (name) in love?”

he nearly does a spit-take and has a whole reflection over whether he has a crush on you or not and once he finishes staring into the abyss for a few second the result is… yeah he fucking does oh lord he’s screwed

honestly not really sure how to go about it since his first relationship with his ex (the one that gave him the twins) didn’t really end up the best, but he figured if he really wanted to try and pursue you he’d do it wholeheartedly

it starts out with him just asking you to do more things with him and his family, accompany him while taking his kids to that new movie they wanted to see, going with them on a walk to the park, visiting the zoo and the aquarium with them and of course taking them to his concerts (he hooks you guys up with free vip tickets everytime 🤩)

one day one of his kids inevitably spills the beans on jesse’s high key obvious crush on you and that’s how he ended up confessing <33

Tae Young:

que twice’s what is love here because tae young’s crush on you was obvious to him from the moment he met you, his cheeks get all pink and he ends up acting cuter than he usually does for no reason at all!

now of course him being cute is a given but he ends up vying for your attention even more!! he wants your love and affection even if it’s just platonic for the moment 24/7

(the 4Town members are all in on their little tae tae’s secret crush so they try to give him a lil push and shove every now and again by giving you two alone time)

he invites you to help take care of his doves all the time and at one point you jokingly said “aww we’re like their parents”

and tae young deadass looks at you with sparkles and hearts in his eyes like, “does this mean we’re dating?!”

you kinda blink for a bit, then you go “yeah sure babe.” before kissing him on the cheek and tae young proceeds to implode

(i’m just kidding he doesn’t implode but like he gets on the verge of fainting from happiness so it’s almost the same thing??)

Aaron T:

honestly aaron t doesn’t even realise he has a crush on you, his thought process is kinda just “oh being around them makes me extra happy so I need to be around them all the time!!”

(he’s just a lil himbo please love him 🥺)

animatedly tells you stories about things he’s seen or heard, or something the other members did that he found funny that day and you love listening to him talk about that! you’re one of the few people out of the 4Town members that genuinely accepts aaron t for himself, excess energy and all

he’s happily talking about you to aaron z when z deadass just tells him, “are you gonna ask them out?” and t just freezes like, “huh why would I ask them out?” z cannot believe t is this oblivious but he continues nonetheless and says, “cause you like them.”

aaront.exe has stopped working

“SO THAT’S WHY I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT TO THROW UP SPARKLES WHENEVER I SEE THEM OH MY GOD IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW”

(slight exaggeration of what he said but same vibes yk)

he literally does not wait to call you and confess like it’s 3 am and this damn boy calls you up like “(name) i love you!!” and you’re like “ok bitch i love you too??”

Aaron Z:

he and aaron t are two sides of the same coin, he deadass needs someone to tell him that he has a crush on you for him to realise it

aaron t shows him a video recording of a very risqué choreo that he just finished making and says, “you should send this to (name) i bet this’ll make them blush!!”

aaron z did not envision himself realising he had a crush through aaron t telling him to send you a video of himself dancing—

once he’s made aware of his crush he kinda gets even more reserved and quiet, but also extra blushy which is fun cause you low-key love teasing him 😚

but after a few days of this you get kinda concerned so you corner him in one of his practice rooms and ask him what’s up and when he tries to deny anything the two of you end up getting really close only flustering him even more (i want to imagine you pinning him to the wall and interrogating him but he’d probably overheat if you even attempted that)

“WHAT? DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME OR SOMETHING JUST SPIT IT OUT?!” “…did you read my mind?” “wait what—“

the two of you are both blushing messes throughout your confession and aaron t may or may not have a picture of you holding hands when you left the practice room

#4town #4*town #turning red #4town x reader #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #4town robaire #4town jesse #request

[muffindaddystyles]

HarryWeen: We dressed as daddy tonight!

WARNING: None, dilfrry fluffieeesss is all 🥺🥺

WORD COUNT: 900.

Harry was gonna surprise Y/N today. He and Harry Lambert kept his costume for Harryween in silly secrecy, but guess that his designer's more of his wifey's bestie than his's.

He was grinning hard at his reflection in the mirror loving the way his cheeks looks awfully cute and apple like with pink blush, his face resembling to that of a puffery fishy when the corners of false eyelashes pokes him in a weird way and he chuckles remembering all those time Y/N complains about wearing them and loosing them but he always makes sure to stick them to their mirror and mark them with a sharpie.

It was quite odd when he sent someone to call Y/N from the hall room and even that person didn’t return.

“Mark could you please call Y/N for me?” He felt giddy and bloody enthralled to see Y/N’s reaction, her bright praising eyes and bouncy toes from excitation always gives him a boost of serotonin.

His big crystal pupils rolled up to his forehead in attempt to see the cute headband adorned atop his head and he pokes it slightly to slip it back into it’s place, quickly scrambling towards the middle of room when the door-knob to the dressing room jiggled.

His mouth fell slack. His strawberry lipstick chapping a little from his heavy breathing, the room caramel-ed with the sweet giggles of his lovelies.

“You!” points at her in fake accusation, his grin irreplaceable and too wide, “Bloody you–.” He squeals with the rush of elation.

It seems like a fever dream.

“Hi, Bubby.” Y/N laughs out loudly. Harry Lambert standing behind the two with a super cheeky proud grin, “Meet your lil Dorothy!!” She bounces their thirteen months old baby on her hip.

Vinnie. Their little baby girl’s dressed exactly like her daddy, from head to toe— not even a detail goes un-matched, her chubby cute cheeks already too pink. She’s so small, so cute and Harry shakes his head vigorously in disbelief .. his dimples milking deep from him smiling hard laugh sputtering out of his goaded chest.

His heart bursts into non-stop hiccups with fondness and love that blossoms into every single of his body seeing his baby, his fucking baby dressed as him.

He could kiss Harry Lambert right now on fucking lips.

“Dada!” Vinnie makes grabby hands at his dad, thrashing her red boot covered feetsies, wiggling in her mums arms eagerly and Harry cackles out loudly giving a kiss to Y/N, “Thank you so much. You’ve no fuckin’ idea how much this means t’a me, bubbles.” He murmurs against her head pecking it last time before embracing his little precious bean in his arms, “You look cute.” She smiles kissing the tip of his nose warming up when he his features scrunches up in shyness.

“... And thank you, Harry, Yeh really deserves to get laid tonight have a sexy time.” He winks at him grumbling when his falsie irks him being his literal enemy for the time.

Vinnie coos and babbles curiously peeping up at Harry, a tiny bib around her neck to save her poor costume from getting ruined from her drools.

Harry wipes her mouth taking her dummy out as he speaks to her in the softest and sweetest voice Y/N has heard from him.

“You’re matching daddy t'night, hmm bug? Look how cute you’re.. my cutest little baby.” He croons rocking her in his arms, tapping her cheek with his pointer and watching it jiggle, feeling his heart swarm with infatuation when she giggles at her dad’s silly action.

He puts his fingers on his mouth pretending to be shocked, giving obnoxiously wide comic eyes to the little one, “Even wearin’ the same booties as dada! You copycat!” Vinnie melts all over his chest with the fits of her giggles sighing against him with a soft breather as it tires her and Harry’s feeling undescribed happiness being the reason of her giggly mood.

Y/N’s watching the duo with gleamy tender eyes, it was the best thing she came up with and she’s glad as ever that Harry Lambert also wanted to see this happiness radiate off Harry.

“You wanna be my lil candy?” He gives his baby a toothy grin when she hits her fists with loud gleeful squeals at the sight of Harry’s little basket, “Aww.” They all synchronise, laughing as Harry takes the dog stuff toy out and settles Vinnie there instead snapping her pictures with his own phone.

“Aren’t the loves of my life insanely adorable.” Y/N beams taking their pictures when Harry grabbed the basket from floor and posed with it cutely, his bubba totally on the moon enjoying being put into something small and two sizes bigger than her.

“I love you so ,so ,so much bug.” His lovin’ for his daughter getting muffled into the loud purposely smacks of ‘mwah!’ as he showers her in his kisses not caring if his pink lipsticks all over her soft face making her smell like strawberries.

He loves it when his scents is on her and her honey sweet baby scent is all over his chest from holding her for dear life everytime.

“You and mumma g'na come and see dada?” He asks raising her wrists closer to his mouth and kisses her delicate teensy hands.

She blubbers grinning and showing her only tiny teeth flashing at front.

“Yay!” He dances them around clicking his boots to make her laugh and hugs her with her head crooked into his neck when she actually does fall into her dad’s trap.

It’s the best Halloween he has get to experience so far.

#dilfrry #dadrry #dad harry styles #dad!harry #harry styles fluff blurbs #harry styles imagines

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭haikyuu d!ck headcanons**

content: talkin bout dick, post time skip, headcanons

words: 606

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

as of writing this summary it is 6:40am so heres yet another pointless headcanon post because my brain wont ever let me sleep

also i must add that these most likely wont be realistic because im a ✨porn blog✨ and its my job to set unrealistic standards for myself and other lmao

• • •

❊ Asahi Azumane

biggest dick out of the original karasuno team in my opinion

i’m talkin like 9in and thick

he could easily destroy a sexual partner but the poor thing is so afraid to use it

he’s also gently insecure about it (hard to believe ik 🙄)

it’s a little tanner than the rest of his body and has the slightest curve to the left

in conclusion, asahi i am begging for a chance LMAO just one chance

❊ Daichi Sawamura

daddy daichi over here is also packin some serious meat

i would give him the number 1 spot but hes a c*p sooooo

i’d say 8.5in and just as thick as asahi (he’s def got more confident tho and aint afraid to use it)

he got the phattest breeder balls in the group too

AND he’s uncircumcised

the head is a lil wider than the rest ol mushroom dick havin ass

❊ Kei Tsukishima

yea yea yea salty bean pole bitch is number 3 WHAT ABOUT IT

IM A SLUT FOR HIM

n e ways , imma give him 7.5in

it’s a lil thinner and this mf curves UP

it’s pale jus like the rest of him but the tip is flushed pink

he also got a lil fweckle right on the shaft and it’s so cute wow (he was convinced it was cancerous for like a full month tho)

❊ Ryunosuke Tanaka

mmm mmm mmm 💖💞tanaka💞💖

first of all it’s pierced , a lil bar right thru the tip

i give ryu 7in!!

it gets darker towards the tip and it too curves up a lil bit

his balls are Super sensitive

he also likes shaving designs into his pubic hair (he’s rocking a landing strip rn lmao)

❊ Koushi Sugawara

o oh my god sugas dick is so pretty im shaking

6.5in and ✨pink✨

it’s on the thicker side too

he has the most sensitive dick in my opinion

his pubic hair is 100% grey

probably the type to shave his shit bald but that’s ok we all make mistakes lmao

❊ Yu Nishinoya

hear me out

yes noya is teeny tiny BUT hes also 6.5in!!!!!

but he’s thinner than suga so hes at number 6

my man still knows how to use it tho lord have mercy

once nicked the dog shit outta his balls with a razor so now he has a neat scar lmao

it’s safe to say he never tried to shave again

❊ Tobio Kageyama

a solid 6in with a lil curve goin on

the head is darker than the rest and it flushes almost purple when hes hard <3

i jus know he has a fuckin bush lmao

and it’s gently unruly but also insanely sexy of him

hes got a prominent vein running down the underside

a vein that is extremely sensitive might i add

it’s also surprisingly thick

❊ Shoyo Hinata

hehehehehe

hinata is ALSO 6in but i put him below kags because his is jus ever so slightly thinner

it’s hardly noticeable at all unless u were to whip out a measuring tape or some shit

hinata swears theyre the same size tho

another uncircumcised lad!!

he has a cool looking birthmark on the tip that he most likely named

also his pubic hair is fire fucking orange and it’s a little distracting

❊ Tadashi Yamaguchi

lastly we have yams who honestly has the cutest dick

he’s a little under 5.5in with an average thickness

he also shaves it bald and it shows off the little freckles he has

which he doesn’t like, but he hates being hairy even more so he sucks it up

he’s the second most sensitive and it also curves to the right ever so slightly

he has the cutest pinkest little flush 🥺🥺

(if u wanna be apart of my NSFW taglist jus message me 💕 minors and ageless bios NOT allowed)

#Im So Tired Bitch Omg #haikyuu smut #daichi sawamura smut #koushi sugawara smut #asahi azumane smut #yu nishinoya smut #ryunosuke tanaka smut #tobio kageyama smut #shoyo hinata smut #kei tsukishima smut #tadashi yamaguchi smut

[heymacy]

hi macy 💫,

i'm here about your tags & you're right to not let those fuckers in your house. i, too, have threatened divorce over a google home, an amazon whateverthefuck & a ring camera. (also don't get me started on where my m-in-law thinks we'd put a ring camera in a new york apartment...)

my mom was listened to by a smart tv & our family friend who worked in intelligence confirmed that YEAH, THEY LISTEN

*cue that scene from succession where greg says 'we actually are listening...'*

my beeloved birthday twin 🥺😭🐝🖤

first of all, i love you. were you aware of that? yes? okay well here’s a reminder anyway: i love you 😌

second — THANK YOU!!!! i don’t trust them and i know i’m right for that 🙄 and i’m not even a conspiracy theorist! (narrator: she was lying)

i lived in seattle my whole life, up til i moved to vegas in 2019, so i worked for a lot of families (childcare) where one or both of the parents worked at Amazon/Google/Microsoft and every single one of them had devices (plural) in their homes. it made me SO PARANOID (and as someone who already deals with paranoia — not a fun time 😭😭😭) i’ve seen so many people that work in AI/media talk about how those devices never shut off and i’m like NOPE. PASS. HARD FUCKIN’ PASS. keep your Metal Murder Machines away from me, thanks 😇

also GREG!!!!!!! GREG MY BELOVED!!! MY LITTLE EGG, MY TALL CHILD, MY HANDSOME LIL STRING BEAN 🥰😍💛 god that entire debacle was so fucking funny 😭😭😭 thank you for bringing it back to the forefront of my brain where it deserves to be 😤

(pssssssttttt….paging @pink--and--white come get ur boy 😇)

#bee ugh i love you so much #thank you for validating my suspicious nature #I DO NOT TRUST THEMMMMMMMM #🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️ #answered #gallawitchxx

[dionysuscrysis]

Did someone say dion appreciation hours

HELL YEAAAAHHHHH DION APPRECIATION HOUR

hi dion good MORMING! I have been summoned upon my dashboard to TELL YOU you are the most lovable bean & I want you to know thgis immediately !! whenever you talk to me you’re always the sweetest person in the entire world and you deserve to feel as special and loved as you make this whole fandom feel. you’re so talented (an ✨artist✨ an ✨angle of music✨ and a ✨writer✨ WHICH I WILL CHECK OUT AS SOON AS I CAN BC ILY) and such a kindhearted individual, and I wish to give you the biggest Internet hug whenever I see your littol Skoodge icon visiting on my dash & see your tags! whatever you are going through at the moment, you can DO THIS and I LOVE YOU. thank you for being so sweet and a good friend, and i hope you feel better very very soon!!!! if you need ANYTHING please let me know, and most importantly, take care! 💖💖💖

** ps I still listen to your lil harmony on my song bc it makes me so happy. Pls know you are a blessing of an individual. 🥺**

Paige... my heart can only take so much... I'll have you know that your ask was the final straw for me this afternoon. I got so overwhelmed with the kindness you and all my friends have shared with me today that I started crying at my desk and had to go hide out in the bathroom at work for a few minutes to collect myself. (Don't tell my boss.)

I love you too, sweet pink friend. ^_^ I know I’ll make it through, and I’m so grateful for your support and your just... heart-squeezingly lovely words... I don’t even know what to say! I’m fortunate to know you. You are so creative and funny and kind and skillful and your videos have made me laugh and cry and cry-laugh and laugh-cry and your VOICE... OH, your VOICE.

You know, I’m a trans guy, and I’ve been on testosterone for about 5 months, and I’ve somewhat recently completely lost my upper range. I am so, so thrilled about the changes I’m experiencing on hormones, but I gotta say, it was pretty heartbreaking for me to lose my headvoice. I think as time goes on, I’ll be able to get some of it back and learn how to use my new voice better, but singing is so important to me, and I can’t help but mourn that loss.

But that also makes the little harmony I sang with you extra special in my heart. It’s like a little time capsule, and I am so delighted that you’re part of that. I adore your voice, and if I hadn’t been inspired by your singing, I wouldn’t have sung along with you, which means I would have even fewer recordings of my old voice. I am so grateful for that. It’s so meaningful to me. I cannot tell you how warm it makes my heart to know you found happiness in our little duet as well.

Ah, well, I’m back to crying (the good kind), so perhaps I’ve gone too sappy. Still, thank you. Please take care of yourself as well, dear. You deserve so much love. 

Here’s a picture of one of my partners’ foster kittens:

Doesn’t he look ridiculous? 

#asks #sorry if I went Too Hard on this... #you just have me FEELING things over here #thank you #you don't know how much your kindness impacts others

[wearepenguins]

carl’s little toe beans 🥺

via carltheiggy instagram story 30/3/20

#carl the iggy #his lil pink beans 🥺 #carl aston reese

[wearepenguins]

can’t fight this feeling 😴

-carltheiggy instagram video 20/3/20

#his lil pink beans 🥺 #carl aston reese #carltheiggy #smol baby