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Askbox closed!

I have a lot of requests to catch up with. 

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Can you write a scenario of Izaya and his (fem) S/O's daughter who gets kidnapped/vanishes and no matter how much they search for her they can't find her?

It’s been a week.

It could have been one of his enemies. The gang in Yokohama, whose leader came by Ikebukuro weeks earlier, or rival factions of the Awakusu-kai, or a client who swore eternal vengeance. The list is long, many possibilities spanning up, and at first it provides comfort; Izaya finds there is hope to be found in knowing there are still other places to investigate, other people to ask, even if the hope is withered and weak against the impulse of worry at the back of his head.

The problem is when he reaches the end of the list. It’s something he’s never considered before, something he hasn’t thought of, because he’s always been too-paranoid, always been too-prepared, looking for shadows in corners filled with light. And the fact that there are no other names to check off with an absence still haunting the cold space of the penthouse brings attention to the fact that maybe, in the end, he’s not truly prepared enough, at all.

He’s taken to using a traditional checklist, using pen and paper as his medium. Not for the efficiency, but rather because it feels like there’s progress every time he himself draws that cross onto the boxes.

“Izaya, here’s some tea for you.” [name] sets the cup down onto his desk, being mindful of scattered phones and laptops, all switched on and left on some page. Izaya’s eyes flit from his notebook to her.

“Much appreciated,” he says. [name] smiles, but it’s not without strain. A lump rises at the back of Izaya’s throat, but he’s tilting his head back down to look at the list before he can identify it. The memory is still fresh at the back of his head, even if it’s been days since then. The echoes of crying through the penthouse, the searing heat of tears staining the dark of his shirt, his own words that tumbled from his lips in reassurance because back then, he had a list, had a plan, had—

We’ll find her.

“We’ll find her,” [name] says, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I’ve asked everyone to keep a lookout. The police are searching, too.”

She takes a breath, before speaking again. “Izaya, it’s not because of you, you know.”

Izaya flinches. The reaction is instinctive, almost impossible to hold back, and Izaya feels every inch of his skin crawl as he looks up at her. He smiles, gently. “I know. I can’t help what other people do, can I, now?”

“It’s not that,” she says. She considers her words for a moment, a few seconds passing in the silence between them as he waits for her to speak. “I… I wished that I could’ve been more vigilant, too. That… That I kept a closer eye on her. I blame myself, you know?”

Izaya opens his mouth to speak, but she interrupts.

“It’s okay. I talked to Celty, and the guilt is better. Just… I thought you might be feeling the same, and… You don’t talk to a lot of people—“

“I’m fine,” Izaya interjects, hair shading his eyes as he looks down to look at the glow of a laptop screen. A blank word document greets him. He starts typing. “I will be fine. Now, if you could… excuse me, I still have other sources to consult with.”

[name] goes quiet. Izaya isn’t looking, but he can feel the weight of her stare on his shoulders, can feel the intensity of her eyes boring down at him as if she was capable of picking him apart piece by piece. He hears her sigh resignation, and then Izaya imagines her lips to be pressed up tightly against each other as she takes a small step back. He stops typing to reach over for the cup on the table, take a small sip before letting it clink back down onto the surface.

“Thank you for the tea,” he murmurs. “If it’s any consolation, it keeps me focused.”

“Good to know,” [name] answers. “If you need anything, tell me.”

Izaya hums a noise of acknowledgement. He looks over his notes again, and starts talking about some far-fetched theory out loud so [name] can chime in, thinking maybe they’ll come up with a clue together. They go in circles, over and over again, rephrased a thousand different times. She recounts rumours, recounts her talks with Shinra, with Celty, with the police, with everyone they know.

As long as he keeps up the pretence of getting somewhere, both of them will be alright, he thinks.

[imagine-durarara]

Some ShinraxCelty headcanons about their first time having sex?

wow.

- for an amnesiac dullahan who’s lived for centuries celty does not act like an amnesiac dullahan who knows she has lived for centuries when it comes to sex.

> at least at first. i don’t think she’ll be the one who initiates, rather it’s Shinra, but she’s the one who accepts. Shinra has been asking for months, years, be it through terribly phrased innuendoes or straight up ‘CAN WE DO—‘.

> so imagine this: at night, shinra’s apartment. shinra idling on the couch, done for the day from whatever work he has. celty is reading a book. rest and relaxation, enjoying the silence of each other. then ‘celty,’ shinra begins, and celty has a bit of an idea of what’s coming next, because you know. shinra has been asking for months and years. shinra goes on a tangent about their love. it’s something of an inside joke between them, truthfully shinra isn’t even sure his intentions when he asks are 100% looking for sex (but he does want it). so he talks. and talks. and talks until he asks the golden question. stop. freeze frame. celty staring at shinra (mind her lack of a head). shinra staring back, but grinning wide.

> then celty is all ‘shinra’, but it’s not exasperated, sounding more thoughtful. by this point you can bet shinra’s going all ‘oh my god are you actually thinking ABOUT IT CELTY MY LOVE MY DARLING MY—‘

-  bedroom.

> celty’s clogged shinra with her shadows (mmphhf—is this some kind of kinky foreplay? she hears shinra in her head even though his mouth is closed) to avoid any more of the embarrassment  in her building up. when she sets shinra down on the bed, she releases the gag.

> shinra doesn’t go on another tangent. he’s just smiling widely, happy.

> celty is nervous. realistically she knows her body must have gone through this before, if she has lived for a long, long time, but you know she’s missing her head, doesn’t have her memories, all that jazz. but it’s some comfort, at least: if she’s done it in the past, she can do it again. the quality, however, is another story.

- the actual shmalapa booga ding doo (sex)

> they start off with kisses. shinra kisses celty and assures her it’s going to be okay even if both of them don’t know what they’re doing. it’s a very assuring experience for celty.

> but anyway, things go like this: shinra kisses celty’s skin through her clothes until she stops him. here’s one good side of shadow clothing—it all goes away in a snap. clothes off for celty, but they aren’t in a rush, so shinra continues kissing her, still dressed.

> it’s all very sweet and warm. both of them are patient with one another.

> at one point shinra gets nervous too, and he starts prattling as he undresses, going on and on about—something—to which celty responds by pressing her shadows to his lips. he goes quiet, sheepishly smiling as he finishes taking off his clothes.

> celty’s shadows venture a bit more down shinra’s waist.

> celty is skilful with her shadows, not that shinra hasn’t realised it yet but wow, celty is very skilful with her shadows.

- the actual sex i am a hundred percent serious no lie

> i think celty would find it difficult to control her shadows because those are extensions of herself. so there’d be wavy darkness moving around in the room, mostly centred around shinra and brushing past his skin, curling around him over and over again.

> shinra adjusts according to how celty feels, even if he can’t quite grasp it at first. although he’s used to knowing how celty is feeling without any need for any visible communication, it’s tougher to do so accurately during sex. he doesn’t realise this at first, until a bit of the way in (literally), and then he’s deliberately slow as the night continues on. incredibly slow and patient. gives celty a lot of kisses, maybe even come up with a system for her to let him know if it’s okay to continue.

> eg: ‘use your shadows, tap me on my shoulder if you feel fine’ or ‘squeeze my ankle if you want me to stop’ or ‘curl around my neck if you want me to go faster’

> at the end of it all, they just rest in each other’s arms before they clean up. mostly shinra in celty’s arms, snuggling up to her. they’re both unable to contain their joy and the wow we just fucked kind of feeling.

> “you know, celty, if you were this amazing during your first time, can you imagine how you were like in the pa—“

> shinra isn’t a fool, knows there’s a good chance that in terms of Celty-Celty, this isn’t her first time having sex. but his celty is having her first time, and he only really cares about his celty, so he isn’t very jealous of the chance that celty may have had other lovers.

> they kiss a lot once they’re all cleaned up.

[imagineshizuo-blog]

it’s shizuo’s birthday!!!! consider the following;

little child shizuo in a party hat

big adult shizuo in a party hat

shizuo cutting the cake 

shizuo blowing out the candles & making a wish

arranging the candles in something like a smiley face

imagine him awkwardly standing there as everyone sings him a bday song

shizuo playing silly bday party games with kasuka and celty and shinra and akane and varona and everyone

shizuo eating all the cake

or just getting the best piece of it

shizuo smiling really wide and being really happy because a lot of ppl remembered his bday!!!!!

shizuo getting so many presents!!! everyone gives him so many cute gifts and he is so happy

shizuo not seeing izaya at all & he is happy & at peace

shizuo getting a surprise bday party!!!

just!! shizuo’s!!! bday!!!!!

[imagine-durarara]

Do you do match ups?

ye

[imagine-durarara]

matchup please? :3 I'm 158cm tall with long dark brown hair. I'm also INFP, cancer and rather sporty. I'm very awkward, quiet and emotionless when I meet people. but once I warm up to them, my normal cheerful self comes out. I am like, really bad at public speaking. I am also really sarcastic. I like playing video games and can be rather short tempered. I am also really lazy, laid back and procrastinate a lot. I love food, ice cream in particular. thanks in advance c:

You get Kida Masaomi! 

Height differences are probably a weakness of mine so that’s part of the reason why Kida’s your match. Kida seems to be a sporty type himself, imo - so be prepared for matches and re-matches and re-re-rematches. You’ll win, anon!!! If it doesn’t bother you, then I think Kida would remark about your initial behavior compared to how cheerful you usually are. 

Being bad at public speaking doesn’t really matter, I’m sure Kida can help you in that aspect, if you want. Assuming you’d like to learn it, of course. Video games aren’t much of a question here - of course Kida will play them with you! Or cheer you on from the sidelines as you play, hah. 

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Could I have Kida and his S/o(Girl) arguing or competing with pick up lines and the other characters taking bets on who wins,please? Youre great!

“Please, you must have fallen down from heaven or something - because damn, you’re a beautiful angel.”

“Oh? If I’m an angel, then are you the devil? Because you’re amazingly hot.”

Back and forth. They’ve been at it for days, making trips to wherever Mikado and Anri were to continue the heated spewing of pickup lines in hopes of making the other back down. There isn’t any end in sight, even if Mikado really tries to stay opimistic. The only way this was going to stop - at least for him and Anri - was if there was a victor. Or, if they ran at the sight of either Kida or his s/o. But keeping up something like that for the rest of his days? Mikado rejects that idea when it pops into his head, and so stands there as he runs a hand tiredly through his hair. 

“Hot enough to melt that frigidly cold heart of yours, and you yourself?”

“Hot enough like the sun, and definitely similiar enough to brighten up my whole world, Kida.”“…Was that even a pickup line?”

“…I don’t know, Ryuugamine-kun.” The fact that not many on the streets were willing to question what was going on isn’t as surprising as it should be, which leads to the question of how and why (and goodness, when?) the van gang suddenly arrived. “What’s this? Yumacchi, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”“The battle of a dozen lifetimes!”“…Kadota.”“We’ve already stopped here, sorry. Unless you want to drag the both of them back into the van.”“Well then, ____, if I’m bright enough to do that, that I’m happy that I brighten you up because you’re my entire world!” “Now that’s a bit of a tricky one to reply to. But I think Kida-kun’s doing just fine, maybe he’ll be the one to win! What do you think, Yumacchi?!”“No… Look at her…!! I can see the determination, she’s going to win this one!”Scratching his head, Mikado looks around at the new onlookers and ends up sighing. If he’s honest, then running sounds like a good idea at this point, since Kida and his significant other could always find some other people to be the judges, especially with Karisawa-san and Yumasaki-san being here. He takes a deep breath and gets ready to say some poorly-created excuse.But then Sonohara beats him to it and then everyone’s silent: “…so do you two revolve around each other?”“…uhm, did I say something wrong…?”

[imagine-durarara]

shizuo's s/o giving him a massage? (and being really good with their hands, heheh)

Their hands, they gaveShizuo shivers.

Not in that way, atleast not when he had come back from work and plopped himself down on the couchnext to them after a shower. It was more intimate. And somewhat nicer.

His significant otherwas good at many things, Shizuo knew, and he didn’t doubt that. Though, if onlysomeone had told him that they  were goodat massages, then maybe he’d requested for them months ago. Lazily bringing an arm around his s/o, they made a content sigh as their head leaned against his shoulder. 

“…Hey, could ya gimme a massage like.. last time?” His eyes were still on the television screen, idly watching colorful frames flash by.

“Sore? Well then, of course.”

And they were generous. Much too generous, maybe, but Shizuo tried his best not to take advantage of them. 

It was hard to pinpoint just exactly when he’d taken his shirt off. A bottle of massage oil was left on the coffee table, and Shizuo was, for a moment, confused as to when it was even brought out. 

But then the hands started to work their magic, and he slumped further down onto the couch.

“There,” he breathed, pillow cushioning his chin, “It’s.. It’s better there.” 

He felt like a bumbling fool as he spoke, clumsily phrasing his words, but then fingers started to press onto that location on his back and he inhaled sharply. A moan escaped his lips and he couldn’t help but shudder.

Shoulders relaxing and shutting his eyes, he focused on the feeling of his significant other’s fingers pressing deep between his shoulder blades, relieving aching muscles that’ve bothered him for the past few days.

He wondered why he didn’t requested for this much earlier.

“Mnn…”

“You’re enjoying this a bit too much, aren’t you?” 

Eyes remaining closed, Shizuo gave an extremely short laugh and  shrugged.

“Not my fault you’re so damn good at this…”

[imagine-durarara]

Imagine Chikage's reaction to his newest girlfriend being REALLY comfortable with the other girls. And she seemed really shy/not familiar with polyamory at first so he was sorta confused. He asks her about and she's like "dude I never said I was straight".

She made breakfast for everyone.It was lovely, the smell and taste of early morning pancakes and scrambled eggs had that kind of effect on him. That wasn’t unusual, in the past there’d been sudden feasts or cakes being baked for everyone in the house, especially when it was one of those days where Chikage had all of his girlfriends over and one of them was a particularly kind soul - or just in a good mood. Though while all of those incidents took weeks to happen, this - the sound of oil sizzling on the pan and eggs being cracked merely took a single day. And it lasted for the entirety of the month. And the next. And probably will for the next, next few ones too.

Now, Chikage wasn’t the type who didn’t appreciate the small things in life, in fact, he found it remarkable and was even rather grateful that his newest girlfriend seemed to be enthusiastic over living with the others. But he did have an eye for detail, and it was obvious that she hadn’t been in any polyamorous relationships at all, much less seeming brave enough to try and warm the others up to her. So the fact that she had been the first to wake up, cook breakfast for everyone was genuinely surprising.

Though that wasn’t what roused his suspicions, it still gave him a reason to become curious about her, anyway. 

After dating her, there seemed to be more outings than usual - and Chikage brought his girlfriends on dates quite a lot. There were some times when even the ladies’ man decided to stay home, letting them having a ‘girls night out’, as his newest girlfriend would call it.

That happened during the second week of her stay. 

And it continued.

He wasn’t jealous, far from that, actually. There was just something about seeing them being together and having fun, even if he wasn’t in the scene. It didn’t go overboard, never did in his past few relationships either, although the way his newest girlfriend had changed  from being that stuttering girl at a bar to someone suddenly so outgoing - Chikage was sure that she invited everyone out  - brought a few questions up.

So Chikage, being a gentleman, decided not to ask until he was alone with her, and even then he wasn’t being patronizing at all. 

“Why? I thought you figured it out.” She tapped her fingers on the counter in rhythm to the music playing from the radio, sifting through containers. Chikage tilted his head to the side as he sat down onto the chair, propping himself up on the table with his chin on his hand. “Uhm, w-well,” she continued when Chikage didn’t answer, only motioned for her to go on, “when we first met each other and started to date, I never did say that I was straight, did I, Rocchi?”

Then it all clicked.

[imagine-durarara]

happy thanksgiving mate. if you dont celebrate it then i hope you and your loved ones are doin well ;D

thank you anon!!! hope you and your close ones are doing great!!!

[imagine-durarara]

Hey its good to see youre back! I hope youre doin alright ;D

ye im alright < 3

[imagine-durarara]

imagine izaya on a segway

[imagine-durarara]

I missed you~! How yah been?

pretty ok! although i did go missing from this blog for a month hahaha:)

[imagine-durarara]

How about a scenario where Izaya and Shizuo's s/o propose to them? They've been together for a few years now and their s/o gets impatience. Thank you!

Heiwajima Shizuo was romantic.

The bundles of flowers, hundreds of cuddly movie nights and the one time he saved up for months just to be able to afford paying for the expensive restaurant down the block made that clear, and if not - then the flower-scented, lit candles and a homecooked dinner at the apartment you both shared should be able to convince you otherwise. 

“How long did it take for the salad?”

“O-Oi, I’m not that bad at cooking!”

You were settled quite nicely into the chair, smiling with amusement. It was a lovely surprise - one that Shizuo didn’t seem capable of but had somehow pulled it off anyway. 

When it came to him, most people probably thought of dates along the lines of making out in alleyways or getting drunk at bars or none at all, but in the end Shizuo was actually undeniably romantic and sappy and ticked off all the cliches when it came to dating. The fact that he hadn’t taken your hand in marriage was far more surprising than this, actually. 

“…It’s pretty good,” you said, and Shizuo smiled. 

“..Thanks.”

Or maybe he was saving up for another ring. Which might take him years - if he’s planning for those classy ones that’re marketed practically daily. Shizuo didn’t seem to be the type who’d buy into those things, but since it was a relationship he just might. Financial stability wasn’t that much of a problem though - shared bills, shared expenses, life was going smoothly so far.

Dinner was - well, if you could even put how you felt at that point into words - pleasant. You could have said the same for Shizuo’s side, if only you weren’t already with him for a couple years and if only he wasn’t the type who easily hid how they felt.

Trailing your fingers on the table, you quirked an eyebrow and looked him up and down.

“You seem nervous.”

He swallowed.

“I’m.. I’m not.”

Pursing your lips, you didn’t believe him for a single second. 

“Shizuo, you haven’t even touched your pudding for the past few minutes. You sure you’re not nervous?”

“Oh. Shit, slipped my mind. And uh,  ‘course not, what’s there to be.. nervous about?” 

“Are you sure?”

Shizuo took a long, good look at you - and then sighed heavily.

“…I wanted to.. surprise you but guess I’m not that good at surprises, am I?” he murmured sheepishly, casting his eyes onto the table and then back at you. You tilted your head to the side in puzzlement. What are you talking about?

“So uh,” Shizuo mumbled, clearing his throat and reaching into his pocket, “we’re living together, aren’t we? And..”

He shook his head. 

“Fuck, I give up on words. Just..” Shizuo took another deep breath.

“Oh shit,” he hastily said again, tensing up. You blinked. 

“N - Nevermind. There’s no ring, I’ll get you one if you’d like later, but…”

“But...?” 

“...Let’s get married.” 

-

Orihara Izaya was one to visit fancy moonlit rooftops, and that didn’t surprise you as much as Orihara Izaya being one to fancy bringing you to fancy moonlit rooftops. But you could understand the former. It was quiet here, crickets could still be heard but tranquility was present and the glimmering lights was more than beautiful.

Izaya looked at you from the corner of his eye as he leaned over the gate-like barriers.

“What do you think? It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?”

You took a moment before looking at him, nodding. 

“Yeah. It is.”

The wind was cold that night, breeze easily toppling over a few empty cans. You scooted over to Izaya and breathed a sigh, lips curled into a gentle smile. 

“Hold out your hand,” he instructed, unflinching to the sudden contact from you, “be careful not to fall down, aa?”

“..Huh?” 

Nonetheless, you did what he said. You didn’t think much of it - it wasn’t unusual for Izaya to be asking you to do odd acts, and in the end something had always came out of it. Perks of being Orihara Izaya’s s/o, you supposed, but then as he laughed quietly - to himself, it seems - and he took off two of the rings that he usually wore, a shiver went up your spine and you couldn’t help but stare. 

About time.

“Haven’t seen my rings before?” he teased, but then left it at that, resorting to actions instead. Dropping the rings in your open palm, Izaya stared at them for a few seconds before seemingly regaining his senses, a quiet smirk still on his face as he pointed at them.

A pause. Then -

“Marry me.”

[imagine-durarara]

Izaya and Kida with s/o

「 Izaya and Kida soulmate AU. Where their visions are all black and white until they meet their soulmate, then the world turns into color 」

Kida Masaomi:

He didn’t expect it today, out of all the days in his life. And the places that he could have been - he ended up walking down the sidewalk, carrying a bag. School had just finished and he was making his way home, paying attention to nothing in particular.

Maybe it was how the event was regarded so highly, so grand that Masaomi once thought that he’d be meeting whoever he was destined to be with in a palace or train station, maybe even that cafe Mikado liked to head to after school. But today he had no plans, no outings, other than the whole evening to do whatever he wanted. 

So once he had told Mikado and Anri goodbye, he decided to go home.The traffic lights, he remembers Mikado saying, they’re supposed to glow red and yellow and green. He stops at the junction - he can’t see the colors but that doesn’t mean others can’t.

What does red look like? 

What does yellow look like?

What does green look like?

Whoever holds the sign knows those colors, they look at the lights that flash and raises a hand, lets people begin to walk. Kida looks at the crowd and then back up, looks at the glowing colors and then back at the road. 

“…What does green even look like…?” he mumbles under his breath. If green’s supposed to indicate that it’s safe to cross the road - did Mikado even get the functions correct? - then maybe it’s friendly, somehow. A soothing color, maybe, but he doesn’t know how soothing looks like. Or how green looks like. 

“What does green look like? Well,” a voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and his cheeks flush. “It’s bright. It’s that feeling you get when you look out into forests, groups of plants, especially the ones near the cafe opposite here - haha, I’m just saying that because all those are green, too. And orange, at least some are.”

And maybe green feels like the person in front, because there’s suddenly an explosion of… of things, of concepts that he can’t put into words, only somehow comprehend with his eyes as he glances upwards, into waiting eyes.All he sees - and tastes, and smells, and touches, and hears, is color.

“Woah, is the sun brighter today,” he manages to say in the nick of time, “or is it just you who’s lighting up my world?”

Orihara Izaya:“It’s pretty pathetic for you to claim that you don’t need colors.”

“Isn’t that the truth? I love the world and its humans just as it is, even if it’s black and white.”

His hands are in his coat pockets, seated somewhere in a cafe far from his apartment in Shinjuku, far away from Yagiri Namie. For once, and shamefully for once, the gray masses outside doesn’t capture his attention, and he blankly stirs his coffee. Takes a few sips, sighs. 

It’d truly be a shame if he acknowledged that Namie’s words affected him as much as they did, even now.

At the entrance, a bell dings.

“To what degree of delusion have you reached? You and I - no, you know that I know you’re just saying that to kid yourself.”

“If you see the same as me, then you should keep your views to yourself.”

“I may see the same as you, but unlike you, all I truly need is Seiji, not some soulmate that lets me view colors. You, on the other hand -”

“I, on the other hand, don’t indulge in incestous love.”

“Your sisters, who share an incestous love, see a wider range of colors than you do.”

“Are you asking me to find a sibling to love?”

And so he sits here, in some cafe at some street in some city. He definitely won’t go to Ikebukuro though, Shizu-chan doesn’t need any extra work outs and neither does he want them for now, and his legs cross - left over right - as he squirms slightly in his seat. The restlessness in his legs won’t give, never does until he finds something that excites him, and on some days he doesn’t. On some days, he’s lucky, gets to capture a side of his humans that he doesn’t see regularly - gets to see colors brightening someone’s day and not his. Never his, and that’s sad.

Then he hears a loud crash as a tray drops to the floor, drink or coffee or tea spilling onto the ground and he turns.

“No. I’m asking you to find someone to love. Maybe then you won’t look so miserable every time I lay my eyes on you.”

“Humanity is all I need. It’s just a shame this soulmate system doesn’t see it that way.”

Izaya turns around, faces the source of the noise, and a weak laugh rises in his throat.…I can’t believe it. You win, Namie-san. You win.

“Then find someone to waste all your love for humanity on.”

[imagine-durarara]

so hi 

lack of activity seems to be longer than usual huh

sorry. was studying for exams these few weeks and now there are only two papers left to go. haven’t gave up on the queue though it’s still there and im filling in requests but it’s probably useless since it was meant for this little unannounced hiatus - 

so the queue will be delayed a bit. 

but hey hey after this week like after the 10th of october i should be able to get things going - 

ahahaha yeah goodbye have a good rest of the day 

[imagine-durarara]

i always thought shizuo would like chubby girls A LOT idk why his so would just look so cute to him like he would just want to squeeze them or grab their cheeks or something like that but could never do it bc he would be too scared or when he did he would have to barely squeeze them and get no satisfaction from it like hes just internally screaming

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