Crying This Is So Me T^T

I felt inspired by this and immediately started writing. Thank you angel xxx

The rhythmic click-clack of controller buttons being pressed with precision echoed through the room. The older brother sat cross-legged on the floor, his thin glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he focused intently on the screen. A faint sheen of sweat dotted his brow, a testament to the intensity of the game. His younger sister lingered nearby, perched on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest as she watched him. She was shy, always had been, her eyes darting away whenever he glanced in her direction. But tonight, something felt different. The air between them was charged, heavy with unspoken words and stifled emotions.

“You’re really good at this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The compliment came out awkwardly, as if she’d been rehearsing it in her head for hours.

He paused the game, the screen freezing mid-action, and looked up at her. His glasses caught the soft glow of the monitor, obscuring his eyes momentarily.

“Thanks,” he said, his tone equally awkward. “It’s just practice, I guess.”

She nodded, her fingers toying with the hem of her oversized hoodie. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his glasses. “You, uh… you wanna try?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “I’m not very good. I’ll just mess it up.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, patting the spot on the floor next to him. “Come on.”

Reluctantly, she slid off the couch and sat beside him, her legs brushing against his. He handed her the controller, their fingers grazing briefly, and she flinched at the contact. Why did that feel so... electric? She thought, her cheeks flushing. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

The game resumed, and she fumbled with the controls, her character stumbling around the screen. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. “Here, let me help,” he said, reaching over to guide her hands. His breath was warm against her ear, and she shivered involuntarily.

They played like that for a while, his hands occasionally correcting hers, their bodies pressed closer together than necessary. The tension between them grew with every passing second, their movements becoming more deliberate, more charged. Finally, she set the controller down and turned to face him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breaths shallow and uneven.

“Why does this feel so… weird?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He froze, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered, his cheeks turning bright red. “Maybe we should stop.”

She shook her head, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. “No. I don’t want to stop.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and loaded. He stared at her, his mind racing. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But when she leaned in, her lips brushing against his, all rational thought evaporated. He kissed her back, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. Their glasses clinked together awkwardly, and he pulled away, laughing nervously.

“Guess that’s not very practical,” he said, his voice shaky.

She giggled, a sound so light and carefree it made his chest ache. “Take them off,” she whispered.

He hesitated, then removed his glasses, setting them carefully on the floor. His vision was slightly blurred without them, but he didn’t care. Not when she was looking at him like that—like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Their kisses grew more fervent, more desperate. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he were committing her to memory. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. And then, before he could stop himself, he was on top of her, their bodies pressed together in a way that made his stomach churn with guilt.

“Wait,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “We shouldn’t… this is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” she said, her voice firm despite the blush creeping up her neck. “I want this. I want you.”

He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. She’s my sister. This is so messed up. But the way she looked at him, the way her hands gripped his shoulders, begging him not to pull away—it was intoxicating. He couldn’t resist.

When he finally entered her, it was slow, tentative, as if he was giving her every opportunity to change her mind. But she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her breath hitching in her throat.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear, his voice trembling with guilt and desire. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she murmured, her nails digging into his back. “It’s okay. It’s perfect.”

He moved inside her, his thrusts rhythmic but cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting her. But with every moan that escaped her lips, every shudder that wracked her body, his guilt began to ebb away, replaced by an overwhelming need to make her feel good. His glasses, resting on the bridge of his nose, fogged up slightly from the heat of their bodies, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Your glasses,” she said, her voice breathless. “They’re all foggy.”

He laughed, the sound strained but genuine. “Guess I’ll have to clean them later,” he joked, his voice filled with a lightness he hadn’t felt in a while.

As they moved together, their bodies becoming more and more in sync, he couldn’t help but whisper apologies into her ear. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But each time, she silenced him with a kiss, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him.

“You’re not hurting me,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

He nodded, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. But for now, in this moment, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the way her body felt against his, the way her breath hitched with every movement, the way she whispered his name like a prayer.

And as they reached their peak together, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their release, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her. This is wrong, he thought, his heart aching with guilt. But it feels so right.

Sensory overload （ ; ; ）

I hate the world. It’s so hard to function. The big trip yesterday has left me feeling very overwhelmed and overstimulated and now I have another day at college. I feel like I’m two steps away from having a sensory overload! I hate how neurotypical the world is as it’s the most difficult place to function!

I wanna go back home and regress so I can safely cry my eyes out and feel as frustrated and overwhelmed as I want in a safe space. Then I’d have my stuffies for comfort and I could have a nap after all the crying and overwhelming feelings. I wanna be in little space so badly I don’t have a cg and I can’t tell my friends or family cause of what it is. Life feels so difficult for me at the moment and I hate it.

I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night and stay safe!

Ways I can think of that “DanDaDan” differs from other shonen series:

* Female MC is as important as male MC

* Canon romance gets consistent development through the series. I think that’s part of the reason why the MC ships with the rivals (Aira, Jiji) aren’t as popular with the fandom for once. The main ship is actually getting good development, so the fanbase doesn’t have to make up headcanons to fill in the space.

* Flips the found family trope on its head by having the main group despise new people whenever they show up and they even actively try to kick them out. The new people only end up staying because they keep lingering around to the point that the main group just gives up and lets them stay.

* The rivals aren’t emo or angst-ridden. Aira is a delusional tryhard popular girl while Jiji is a himbo drama queen. I’d even go as far to say that the MCs are the ones who are emo and angst-ridden.

* Supporting cast is more than just important, they become integral to the story. I’d say that the further you read into DanDaDan, the more it becomes an ensemble cast where everyone is a protagonist in their own right.

* World-building is all over the place, but in a good way. Most other shonen are pretty consistent with what kind of world their characters live in. MHA is superhero-based, Naruto is ninjas and magic, Bleach is spirits, and so on. DanDaDan feels like the author just throws whatever cool shit they can think of into the story. That’s actually the reason why I wrote in a different post that DanDaDan reminds me more of Marvel/DC than any other shonen series, it manages to capture the catch-all insanity of those comics.

* Doesn’t rely on hidden power-ups. The main characters either have to outsmart the villains or they have to train to get better with the powers they already have.

* The pervert comic relief guy is actually endearing for once. Not because of his pervert tendencies, but because he’s so oblivious to how socially inept he is that it’s kind of funny. This is gonna sound strange, but he sorta reminds me of Thor in Thor Ragnarok. Full of himself and oblivious to how dumb he can be. He’s Thor without the good looks lol.

* Flips the “nerdy outcast loser somehow gets a harem” trope. Instead of making Okarun cooler than how he actually is, the story emphasizes that the women who fall for Okarun are as weird as him. Momo is a weird outcast, Aira has main character syndrome, Vamola doesn’t understand how to human because she’s literally not one, Rin thought Okarun was a vampire (and wanted him to be).

* Flips the “elderly figure in charge of the teenagers” trope. I don’t really get motherly figure vibes from Seiko Ayase, I get more “cool wine aunt who is stuck with her niece” vibes. In fact, there was the arc where Okarun showed up to her in spirit mode to get her help with fighting off the alien invasion and Seiko’s response was, “Well, I’m not in the area and I have other shit to do, so you kids figure it out.”

* The series takes the piss out of the trope of mystical/magical items that the group acquired to get their powers. I mean…the main mystical MacGuffin in the series are Okarun’s balls.

* Okarun was about to go into an “I’m weak / I wish I was stronger / I want to get stronger for my friends” breakdown, but Turbo Granny told him to shut up and keep fighting.

* Not afraid to put the “cool girl” in as many funny situations as possible. Off the top of my head, the series built up Momo as this cool, tough girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone…then several chapters later, Okarun found out she got a job at a maid cafe.

(Feel free to add to the list!)

sleepy day

Such a sleepy day for such a little girl. Staying all snuggled up in bed with stuffies and studio ghibli films as the rain gently hits the pane of the glass window and the only light a part from the glow of the tv is fairy lights and a nightlight so as the dark night lays like a blanket across the sky my little self stays all happy and safe. Feeling small and cosy in the confines of my room as my eyelids flutter shut it’s so early but this baby girl can’t keep awake much longer and I hold my stuffie tight as drift off into the sweet land of dreams

Slippy sissy

I’ve been so naughty lately!! I’ve been so wet and slippy in my princess parts!! I’ve kept making myself cum over and over again without big brother or daddy! I’m such a little girl I need them to help me! Without them I’m just a wet horny little girl who can’t control herself!

being this wet and icky feels so so good even if it wrong! When daddy or big bro wanna stuff me full of thier big cocks I’d love for them to tell me “biggg stretch” as I clutch my plushie whilst they stretch my little princess parts to fit them!!

big bro and daddy are the best and I love them very much especially when I get rewards from them! My favourite part of hanging out with big bro is when I sit on his lap as he games then I get to be his cute little cockwarmer if I’m lucky I’ll feel him cum inside of me as I sit there! It’s so warm and gooey I love the feeling of it inside of me!! When I get my special daddy daughter time we hang out in my room and he gets me these pretty mini skirts and panties and it doesn’t take long for daddy to rip them off of me and hold me on the bed and fuck me brain silly as I hold my plushie close! Daddy loves it when i hold me plushie he says it makes me looks extra cute and small!!

Little Baby

Tonight I just wanna regress and call someone papa or bubba I hate being a lonely little it sucks big time!! I’m just laying here with my plushies and cute music on feeling so so tiny but no cg….

I also feel extra sleepy and I wanna feel someone’s running their hands thru my hair as they coo at me and tell me that I’m their tiny baby who knows nothing and needs them to help me with all the big things in the world cause that just what I am a cute little baby. I just wanna regress so badly but I struggle so so so much to regress alone!

Me and who?

Sleepy baby

It’s night time and I’m such a sleepy little girl I’m now able to curl up with all my stuffies and put on my cartoons and fairy lights as I let all my big girl thoughts and responsibilities melt away.

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Just imagine being able to climb into your bed that has cute strawberry bedding set with all your favourite stuffies ,a paci, a bottle of your fav drink and your able to switch in your night light as you wear fuzzy pjs and not have to use your brain as your such a cute little one and you deserve to feel all happy and sleep!

I need casual dominance. So badly

A hand in the back of my neck when we're out. I get a squeeze when I need to shut up.

A hand on my lower back, or on my thigh, resting close to my cunt. A constant reminder who it belongs to.

Want my outfits picked out for me. Or how I should do my hair

Wanna ask permisson for going out, for drinking/smoking, etc.

Orders for when to touch myself and when not. When I can cum, when I edge. When I wear panties and when I'm not allowed

Getting rewards when I do good.

Outfit checks and pictures whenever they demand it

Maybe even a rough bed time or reminders to drink water.

Not in the controlling way but the caring way. I wanna turn my little head off and just trust that I'm being taken care of while being good for my owner. Im their little pet, they take care of me and in return I am theirs entirely

You bet we are 🤍🌸🤍