I Want To Shut Up Forever But I’m Always Thinking Of More Dumb Shit To Say

How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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a lil nervous to actually post these but it seemed fun

AHHHH I love this concept sm 😭😭

ᐢ..ᐢ HOPPING INTO LOVE — HCS.

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⊹｡‧₊ a collection of headcanons for diluc and his adorable bunny hybrid girlfriend.

⊹｡‧₊ [N]SFW CONTENT + fem!reader + bunny!reader + college!au + fingering + consensual somnophilia + size kink + dacryphilia + petnames ꒰ little bun + baby + pretty girl + sweetheart ꒱ light degradation + praise + oral s*x + breeding kink + tummy bulge + nipple play + pussy slapping.

* ੈ ﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒ STRAWBERRY CAKE.

♡ in a society where hybrids and humans can live in harmony, diluc was quick to notice the new hybrid in his class, long and fluffy ears catching everyone's attention as you walk to your table. some girls approach you with smiles on their faces, asking permission to pet you, you nod shyly at them, giggling when their hands caress your twitchy ears. you clearly weren't used to all the attention, your polite and bubbly nature just wanting to make people feel comfortable around you.

♡ diluc avoids looking at you during class, not wanting to make you make you feel uncomfortable with his curious gaze. but it's almost impossible to not look at you when you wear those short skirts that expose your plush and soft thighs. he feels like a pervert when he catches himself staring at your ass, the fabric of your skirt barely covering your cute butt cheeks. you were bending down to pick your pen from the floor when he stares again, the white cotton panties peeking under your skirt makes his heart skip a beat, wondering how your soft little pussy would look like.

♡ he feels guilty for having such dirty thoughts about you, especially when you finally approach him in class.

"hey!" you say timidly, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt nervously.

diluc looks up from his laptop with wide eyes, your eyes moving at his direction when he stutters.

"oh, h-hello!" he clears his throat and pulls his glasses up the bridge of his nose before stretching his hand out for you.

you smile sweetly, "i wanted to ask if you could be my partner for the next project? i'm new here and you look smart so i thought... why not!"

♡ diluc never blushes, he never feels shy or embarrassed but he can't help but nod silently at your question, his cheeks burning when you turn around to get your backpack allowing him to see your fluffy cotton tail twitching in excitement.

* ੈ ﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒ COTTON CANDY CLOUDS.

♡ diluc wasn't a virgin by any means before he met you but gosh, did he feel like one when you spread your cute ass cheeks apart to show him your creamy little hole, your face pressed on the mattress while you begged him to fill you up with so much desperation you thought you were about to faint.

♡ you had embarrassingly explained to him that bunny hybrids had a high stamina and libido, being able to spend a whole day in bed having their tight little holes filled by other hybrids or their owners. diluc agreed to help you, of course he did. he would never make you feel ashamed for that, especially when he popped a boner when you told him how messy and leaky you can get if he treats you just right.

♡ diluc knew what he had in his hands when he agreed to take care of you during your heat, he just didn't imagine he'd end up spending three whole days in your little apartment being used as a living dildo by you. he was your friend and friends help each other, even though he was slightly embarrassed when you asked him to be your heat partner for the rest of the year.

♡ the offer didn't come suddenly though, you had already noticed the way he'd look at you with loving eyes when you twirled in a new dress you just bought, asking him if you looked pretty. it was just convenient that you asked someone you trusted to be your heat partner. also, diluc is a gentleman, you're sure he'll do his best to keep you safe and satisfied during your heat.

"yes, yes, yes!" you exclaimed, bouncing yourself up and down on his thick cock, the wet noises coming out of your creamy cunt don't make you feel embarrassed even in the slightest. the sweat clings to his forehead while he holds your waist with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips when his cock throbs inside your tight walls causing you to bounce faster on him. "are you gonna cum, lu? please, please do it! cum inside my bunnycunt, pretty please!"

his legs shake with the amount of stimulation, you lean over him to give his nipples a few licks before squatting down on his shaft, your long ears twitching with the way he fills you up completely.

"fuck! okay, i'm gonna cum again, bun!" he grits his teeth, thrusting his hips up and burying his cock into your pussy as he cums.

your pussy clamps around him so tightly he wouldn't be able to slip out of you even if he wanted to, so he lets you lie down on his chest while panting. it's only a matter of time until you lift your head and ask him if he could lick your pussy clean for you.

and he does, still breathing heavily and pressing his lips on your swollen and puffy clit in a sweet kiss before licking your pussy.

♡ the next few weeks are torture. he can't look at you in class without remembering the sweet smell of your sweaty little body and how sloppy your pussy was just for him, gripping his pen tightly as he tries to shake away the memories that sent all the blood in his body to his dick. he thinks he's going insane when you smile at his direction, which causes him to go back when you sucked his cock off for the first time; your clumsy hands wrapping around his girth and pumping his cock up and down until he came in your mouth. you smiled at that, swallowing his thick cum and then asking him if he could mount you.

♡ despite the obvious sexual tension between you two, diluc started noticing the simple and cute things about you, the mannerisms that caused him to start falling in love with you. like the way your nose twitches every time you catch the scent of his a new perfume he's wearing, the way you hold his pinkie finger while walking with him to class also always makes him flustered by the size difference, the need to protect and look after you only growing when you tell him how safe he makes you feel.

♡ diluc quickly realized he was falling in love when you kissed him during one of the study sessions. you had complained about being tired and wanting to do something different, suddenly connecting your lips with his and giggling at the way he blushed. he wonders why he feels so weird about it, having already helped you with your heat and fucking you senseless for three days an innocent kiss like that shouldn't make him so nervous.

♡ still, he doesn't fight the urge to kiss you back, holding your face gently and listening to the little gasp you let out. it's not rushed or desperate when you straddle his lap, it's much more passionate and soft than when he helped you with your heat. and that scares him

"wait, bun," he pulls away from the kiss, you look at him with a confused gaze. " are you sure about this?"

you nod quickly, "yes, lu! i want you!"

"bun, if we do this again while you're not in your heat... i won't be able to let go of you," he explains, your big curious eyes shining while you think about his words. he reaches for your face, thumb caressing your bottom lip softly. "in fact, if you let me fuck you again i don't think i'll be able to share you with anyone else."

you blink at that, feeling your core throbbing in excitement at his possessiveness.

"then i'm gonna be yours, lu." you say, gripping his shirt tightly and starting to rub your clothed pussy on his crotch.

diluc swears under his breath, "fuck, are you sure? will you be my little bunny forever, then? will i be the only one fucking your sweet bunnycunt?"

you nod quickly, "yes! only you, lu. i promise!"

♡ that's all he needed to know before kissing you again and fucking you in his couch.

* ੈ ﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒ VANILLA MILKSHAKE.

♡ diluc made his own personal goal to be the best boyfriend he can. that meant that he'd take care and protect you from people who tried to take advantage of your innocence but it also meant that he'd have a very needy little bunny under his care.

♡ it's not rare for him to wake up and find you between his legs with his cock in your mouth but in nights where you're specially needy and greedy he'll wake up to find something much better.

"you're insatiable, aren't you?" he teases, watching as you rock your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his shaft, your swollen little clit throbs at every move.

you pout, "my panties were wet," diluc grins at that, holding your waist gently to help you with your moves.

"so you thought it would be a good idea to rub your little pussy on me?" his mocking tone makes you whine, embarrassed by the loud and wet sounds of your cunt sliding over his cock. "go on, don't be shy, i meant it when i said i'm all yours, remember?"

♡ diluc's needy bunny never disappoints him. the way your thighs are so squishy and soft and your pussy is always leaky and warm for him to use always amazes him—his hands are all over you as soon as he sees you wearing your cute little skirts around the house or even at university, making sure you remember who you belong to while other people stare at your cute ass and thighs.

♡ diluc has a tender and soft nature himself, but there's nothing better than watching you beg and cry for his cock after teasing you for hours.

"c'mon, beg for it," he delivers another slap to your puffy and sore clit, your body jolts with the impact and your eyes fill with tears.

"p-please, lu!" you sulk. "need you inside me, pleeeease! i'll be a good bunny!" you grip his arm, watching as his hand caress your inner thigh.

"inside you? hum, that's interesting. where do you need me, sweetheart?" he asks, chuckling when you groan in frustration. he uses his fingers to spread your soft folds to the sides and licking his lips at the sight of your perfect pussy, sensitive and puffy from all the slaps and touches. "i'm not hearing you, baby."

you bite your lip, "need you i-inside my pussy, please, lu!"

"oh, that's right." diluc smirks, finding endearing how dirty and needy you can be but still managing to feel embarrassed when he teases you enough. he slides his fingers into your tight little hole slowly, three digits pressing and rubbing against that spongy spot that has you rolling your eyes in pleasure.

♡ as much as he likes to tease you though, there's times where you have only one thing in your mind and he doesn't find the strength to deny anything to your pretty face.

"breed me, breed me, breed me!" you repeat over and over, toes curling as diluc thrusts his hips into you in an animalistic pace and pulling your knees to your chest, watching how your abused little pussy is still taking him like a champ. "lu, you're in my tummy!" he knows, he tries to focus on anything else other than the painful grip of your pussy around him and the outline of his cock in your belly, not wanting to cum so quickly just to enjoy this euphoric feeling inside him.

"fuckin' shit," his thrusts are slower, looking down to see the way you're creaming all over him, all stretched and swollen as he rubs a finger against your little clit making your bunny ears twitch in exciment. "okay, baby, i'm gonna fill you up. anything for you, pretty girl."

tags: @bunnigrrrl @snifles @ajaxlovr

Dottore Headcanons

im back from the dead with head cannons for dottore even though i havent played genshin in months,, he is my current special interest so this might be a bit indulgent

note: these will be with and without an s/o ,, mostly sfw (brief mention of sex)

he has his own little wing of the fatui base (so his experiments don’t affect the other fatui or the surrounding ground

he has a few operating rooms but one big main one (he mostly uses the other ones to hold stuff like body parts or plants/ bacteria) the main room has a small office attached to it where he hold all his files and documents on his experiments, he uses the bigger one as his main base of operations) 

He is one of the most respected and feared harbingers (mostly cuz he’s more well known to the public than some of other members)

He can basically never die cuz he can create infinite clones ( but he’s still working on memory transfer) 

Original dottore is older than his clones (he’s around mid 40’s) 

He prefers to experiment on people rather than animals 

he, like the other harbingers, has a living quarters in the Tsaritsa base but he prefers to just sleep in his office 

Chronically sleep deprived (that’s how he stays so erratic) 

Has tried all the drugs 

Has even tested some harmful experiments on himself( mostly before he made clones,, has caused permanent damage to his body and blood) 

had a pet bunny when he was a child but accidentally killed it

With an s/o

his giving love language is acts of service and his receiving language is physical touch 

he is secretly very clingy

you were most likely one of his subjects but he liked you so much he decide to give you special treatment and manipulated you into staying with him

his concept of love is a bit messed up, he leans more toward obsession

he likes pet names like pet, love, dear, my sweet, and little one

he tends to have a short temper but instead of getting angry he makes threats to harm others (people you care about) or lock you in a room

he's toxic

but its okay cuz hes hot (/hj)

he likes to get you involved in his experiments and to have your input on things

he trusts you a lot (because he's convinced you that you need him to live)

the other fatui kind of know about you but don't rly care or give you any special treatment

pretty much every time ya'll have sex its in his lab or office

he likes when you wear collars or chokers

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thx for reading <3

♡﹗˚ ༘ Paint the Town Red ˚ ༘﹗♡

Sukuna x female reader, drabble, period sex, dacryphilia, it's sukuna idk what y'all expected... not proof read

MDNI

Thinking of Ryomen Sukuna who loves fucking you on your period.

Who loves though he’d never admit it how you cuddle against him so closely, guiding his arms around so they enclose your cramping tummy

Who loves the way your tender, heavy breasts feel in his big hands, how utterly sensitive every part of you is

Who loves how volatile you are one minute, shouting curses and obscenity at him, then a sobbing, apologetic mess the next

Who loves when you're slobbering and crying as only one of his two thick cocks slam into you 

Who loves how slick and pliable your pussy gets when it’s leaking blood. You whine about how gross it is yet your moans say otherwise

Speaking of blood…

Ryomen Sukuna who just adores your bloody, messy cunt

Who loves the taste of it on his tummy mouth and his real tongue, so bittersweet and satiating. He is a cannibal afterall

“Ryo…” You hiccup, face buried in his large chest. “T-too mu-uch–” Cut off by your own squeal as he pumps another load into you, the crimson red mixing so beautifully with his white seed. 

“Aww~” Sukuna cooed. “You poor little thing.” He licked a stray tear, holding your face so delicately as you shudder from an orgasm. 

"just write the story you want to read!" they said. well, guess what, now i have 14 unfinished drafts because apparently, i want to read 14 different stories at once.

Still With You ｡𖦹°‧

Shinsou x gn Reader, Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, mention of blood, established relationship, proof read, sfw

Shinsou gets a little aggressive with reader in the beginning, but nothing happens

“Hitoshi, are you ready to talk about what happened?” Your voice was tender in the early morning. You kept your arms wrapped around the boy next to you, fearful that any wrong word or move would send him disappearing again. It seemed like what took place only hours ago, felt like years. 

It happened after class, Mr. Aizawa had dismissed everyone to go to lunch. Your boyfriend had seemed odd that day, fidgety and spaced out, something was clearly bothering him. You had intended to talk to him after class and walk with him to the cafeteria like usual, but Shinsou had left the classroom before her. ‘Weird,’ you thought, "did something happen in training last night?’ You and Shinsou often trained with Mr. Aizawa together, but you two also scheduled one-on-one sessions to focus on specific moves or techniques. Shinsou had met with him last night, he’d been intentionally secretive about the new support item he had acquired, wanting to surprise you with what he was learning. 

Shinsou could be extremely hard on himself, you knew that, but you had always, and would always, be there for him. Cheering him on, just as he does for you. So this behavior, avoidant and nervous, was disconcerting to say the least. 

You stalled in the hallways, waiting for the purple haired boy to pop up any second. When there was a sharp tug on your arm, feet faltered as you were yanked into the broom closet next to you. It was surprising, but wasn't enough to frighten you. The grip on your arm was familiar, though harsher than usual. 

“Toshi, are you okay–” your words were cut off when Shinsou roughly grasped behind your neck and began to kiss you. You two had your playful moments sure, you would tease and mess with him, and he would respond with mock anger and firm punishments. But this was different, he was different. You pushed on Shinsou’s chest, trying to get him off of her so that you could speak. Everything about his movements were wrong. His calloused hand gripped your neck harder, but not in that dominant and assertive way you loved so much. This hurt, and panic started to rise in your chest. You managed to shove him off off for long enough to yell. 

“Hitoshi, stop!” Shinsou froze. Even in the dark closet you could feel his stillness, could hear his ragged breathing. “What’s going on?” 

“Fuck.” he brought his hands up to his face, you tried to grasp them in her own, but he wouldn’t let you. “Fuck-fuck, I’m sorry. Dammit.” His voice sounded pained. Though you knew he’d never intentionally hurt you, his unusual behavior was growing disturbing. 

Shinsou threw open the door and began to walk swiftly down the hallway. You weren't going to let him leave you like this, so you followed after him. 

“Toshi, talk to me, what was that? Histoshi!” People were looking now, but you didn't care, they could all go to hell. 

“Y/n?” His voice was dull now, something was seriously wrong. 

“Yes?” You were desperate now, trying to catch up to him. But then your legs stopped suddenly, arms dropping to your side as you felt your expression smooth. You couldn't move. No–

“Don’t follow me.” Shinsou said coldly. He had used his quirk on you. Something you two swore never to do, unless absolutely necessary. His quirk turned off with what felt like a snap to your nerves but when you gained control of your body again, he was out of sight. It took everything you had not to fall to the floor and cry. 

“Y/n/n,” Ururaka’s comforting voice sounded behind you. You turned, tears welling in your eyes. “what just happened, are you alright?” your best friend was suddenly at your side. Trailing behind Ururaka was Izuku, who stood closely by, wanting to help but not quite knowing what to do. You found it hard to speak, but still you tried. 

“He–he used–” you took a long inhale and let it out shakily. “He used his quirk on me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay–he was acting weird and-and then he.” you stopped talking, now suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. God, this was stupid, the whole school doesn't need to know about your relationship drama. 

It wasn’t until later that day, when you were in Ururaka’s room, cuddled around a large stuffed animal, that the tears started to fall. The other girl sat silently next to you face solemn and round eyebrows knitted. 

“I don’t know why I’m so bothered by it, I mean clearly he wasn't in his right mind, but I can’t help but feel mad at him.” you laughed bitterly “And I tried to message him, I called him and even went to Mr. Aizawa, thinking maybe he’d know where Toshi went, but nope. Nothing. He’s not in his room, or the training grounds. I checked the weight room and even asked Tokoyami to check the men’s baths. It’s like he just disappeared.” Your head fell to the plushy cagged in your arms. “When something is bothering him, he doesn't like to talk about it, but he’s never pushed me away like this before. I should feel worried, but instead I’m furious.” Ururaka just sat there quietly, listening to her friend spill her heart out. You slept in her room that night. 

The next morning, you had a feeling that Shinsou wouldn't be in class, and, unsurprisingly, he wasn't. Anger still pumped in your chest, you’d sent a few strongly worded texts and hadn’t begun to regret them yet. You tried her best to focus on the lecture in class, taking notes and the usual tasks. But in the back of your mind, gears kept turning and thoughts kept forming, drawing your attention away from the lecture. After classes were done, you went to the library to study, but found it to be a useless endeavor. The light of your phone stood like a beacon in your hand. You read through the various insults and threats you’d sent, all left on delivered. You typed out an I’m sorry… then deleted it, Come back. and deleted that too. Some sign that you’re still alive would be nice. You pressed send and turned off her phone. 

This continued for two more days.

 The waiting was driving you slowly insane. By the afternoon of the second day, your anger had fizzled into that of worry, thinking of every possible reason Shinsou was gone; he had been kidnapped by villains, he went on a walk to clear his head and got lost, he was with another girl. That Mr. Aizawa actually knew where he was, but refused to tell you. Thoughts spiraling on and on until you finally laid down for bed. But you couldn't sleep, didn’t want to either, any moment expecting him to call, or the villain alarm to go off and find out that one of your biggest fears had become a reality. The hours ticked by until finally the clock read 3:15 A.M. 

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Shinsou had now been missing for four days. “If he’s not dead by now, he will be when I get to him.” Then a subtle, singular knock came from your door, you sat up immediately. Heart thumping in your chest. It could be Jiro, she often stayed up late, or a teacher coming to tell you to identify a body, or maybe… You swung the door open and felt every cell in your body go quiet. The figure in the doorway collapsed into you, his broad arms came around your waist and his face buried into your neck. Shinsou melted in your hold. You had half a mind to walk out of the doorway and into your room. 

“Oh, thank God.” voice cracking, you sighed deeply as the two of you crumpled to the carpeted floor. Detaching yourself from him only enough to view his face, in the dim light of your dorm room, you surveyed him head to toe. Shinsou’s eyes were sunken and his bags had gotten deeper, his face looked thinner somehow, bruised as well. His upper lip was split and still had remnants of dried blood, his hair messy and unstyled, he was still wearing his uniform pants and shirt, but his tie and blazer were gone, his shirt rumpled and dirty. Your breath caught when you saw his knuckles, deep purple bruises littered his hands. They were still stained crimson with, what you selfishly hoped, was someone else's blood. Shinsou looked completely defeated. You didn't speak, knew you didn't have to, only wrapped yourself back around him and kissed his cheek, then the other. 

Lifting both of you off the floor, making your way to the bathroom, ever thankful that U.A. had given each room their own personal ensuite. You guided Shinsou to sit on your bed and started the bath, leaving the door open so that he could see you. While the water was warming you  fished out the small first aid kit, it was basic but it would work. You grabbed the extra toothbrush under your sink and set it on the counter. You tried not to rush, but it was difficult, your emotions were somehow all over the place, and controlled at the same time. You always had a few of Shinsou’s clothes lying around in your own closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn’t have any boxers but figured it would be okay. Testing the water again, happy with the temperature, you turned it off. You went back to Shinsou, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders drooped and eyes distant. You helped him up and walked into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to undress you now, okay?” he probably wouldn't have denied you, but you said it anyway. Slowly and gently, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Shinsou leaned against the counter, bracing his arms as if his legs would give out any moment. You tried to be quick while taking off his pants, shoes and socks, all while keeping your eyes to the floor. Even though there was nothing of him you hadn’t seen before, he deserved that much. 

Stripping down to a towel, in case you got sprayed with water, you let him sit on the stool. Kneeling behind him and to turn on the faucet to fill the bucket, you used the detachable shower head to rinse his hair and body. He was shivering and a part of your heart broke in half at that. You hugged him from behind, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You pumped the shampoo into your hand and began working through his matted hair. Slowly, with each scrub and rinse, he relaxed a bit. His breathing became slower and more controlled, he met your eyes in the shower mirror, his expression having softened and appeared less severe. Once you had finished washing him, you turned off the shower and whispered near his ear. 

“Let’s get you in the bath.” and he followed without complaint, his hand on your hips, kneading gently into your soft flesh. Once Shinsou was comfortably in the bath, you wanted to crawl in with him, but held yourself back.

“I’ll be right back, alright? Just a second, I’m going to make you something to eat then I’ll be here." It hurt to leave him, even if only for a short moment, but you needed to. 

You closed the door gently, throwing on the first suitable piece of clothing in sight, and grabbing Shinsou’s dirty clothes as you hurried to the common area. You didn't want to wake anyone, but understood how precarious each second you spent away from him was. Throwing his bundle of clothes into the washing machine, then you raced to the kitchen. Luckily Bakugo had been on dinner duty that night, which meant that he had cooked up an amazing curry and there was a good amount of leftovers. You plopped the food into a bowl and heated it up. While that was warming you waited for the teapot to boil. Everything finished around the same time, and you managed to sprint back to your room, bowl and tea in hand, without spilling anything. 

Once back in the dorm, you paused for a single second, set the food and drink down, and took a moment to finally breathe. You opened the bathroom door again, half-worried that he’d be gone again. But he wasn't. Shinsou sat in the bath, asleep, warm water lapping at his sides and all the way up to his shoulders. Your heart lurched for the millionth time that night as you realized he totally could have drowned just now. ‘Falling asleep in a bath, what an idiot.’ You thought with amusement, and couldn't contain your smile. God, you were just glad he was back to her. You woke Shinsou up gently, peppering his damp skin with kisses and soft caresses. He looked a little more alive now, cleaner and less pale. 

“I’m back,” kiss “do you,” kiss “need help getting dressed?” kiss. Shinsou blinked his bleary eyes, his lips parted and the sparkle returning to gaze with every display of affection. He shook his head, expression soft. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door then.” 

You sat on her bed, lamplight illuminating her room in a warm, yellow glow.”  Pulling on the loose threads of your first aid pouch, the bandages, ointment, and saline wipes splayed out across the comforter. Shinsou exited the bathroom, dressed with a towel over his head, you sat up and brought him to your bed. You cleaned his cuts and scrapes while he ate, only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowl and the quiet buzzing from the lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. Once you were both done, you went back into the bathroom with Shinsou and brushed his teeth for him. Because of the way you’d bandaged his hands, he couldn't really hold anything very well, the cuts were a lot worse than you’d thought. Once all the blood was washed off and you saw the real damage. Keeping your curiosity to yourself, answers and explanations would have to wait. Right now he needed rest. Shinsou leaned his head in the crook of your neck, hands finding their way back to your hips. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream, you wanted to apologize for the texts you sent, wanted to know where the hell he had gone, and why the hell he left in the first place. Who or what he fought and how he won, because the only thing stopping you from finding the piece of shit who roughed him up, was the consolation that he had won. 

But everything stilled and you were able to snuggle under the covers, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. Holding on so tight that neither could move, even if you wanted to. The next morning Shinsou could unravel the twisted web of concern, but you didn’t care about excuses right now, you just missed her boyfriend, and promised to never let this happen again.

Grilled cheeseless

It is 10:47 pm and I want a grilled cheese

I’m currently going down a sad rabbit hole of Dabi tik tok edits and i literally will never forgive Horikoshi for not giving touya what he deserved

I get he’s a villain and his tragic backstory is the reason he chose that life but still, especially with toga ESPECIALLY WITH TOGA OH DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED

what U guys need to understand about me is that i think with my clit and also i have a poet’s soul