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[jinkalinkatrinka]

There is a huge lack of hange fanfiction and it needs to fixed

[sycamorality]

"why is the character like that" >look inside character >it's the author's subconscious attempt to love themself

[sycamorality]

this is meant positively by the way. sometimes you love the character so much you end up putting a piece of yourself in it to learn how it is to love yourself without realising and thats ok.

[suffrejette]

Hange got outfreaked last night

[tel1mesomethin9]

[luckieangel]

when the vulnerability of missionary sex becomes too much and you go to cover your face with your hands only for him to gently grab your wrists with a single hand as he says, “don’t. please. i need to see you.”

[mattsundaes]

texts with perv best friends mattsun & makki

perv 1 and perv 2 accidental dick pic pillow humping lol jk unless thrice, issei. thrice.

[illmadekn1ght]

every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture

[sodaneko]

“but friends don’t look at each other like we do” and it’s osamu who makes sure you’re watching when he’s adjusting his arm sleeves and it’s suna who keeps replaying that video of you singing him happy birthday with the stars in your eyes and it’s you whose eyes constantly flicker to their lips when they’re talking; and it’s osamu, suna and you, hands in necks and laps, under fabric, around throats, clawing and pulling and shoving to get rid of the quiet ache that has been in your gaze for too long. because friends don’t look at each other like you do.

[yvilonion]

tw blood

heyyyyyyyyy boyfriennddddd come kiss my boo boos

[ahresprite]

painting study

[mattsundaes]

single dad karasu who unintentionally stumbles across your account while he's scrolling through instagram. he has no idea who you are but pauses to watch the video anyway, because you're putting together a kids bento box that looks easy enough for him to try making himself when his daughter goes back to school.

he ends up leaning against the kitchen counter for another forty-five minutes watching videos of you making kids lunches and snacks. and he ends up hitting the follow button on your profile, telling himself it's because he's awful in the kitchen.

(and not because he can't get enough of the way your honeyed voice settles warmly in his chest, the way it tickles against his ribcage, the way it crawls down his spine.)

(not because he somehow finds himself hanging on to every word you say, every simple ingredient, every mundane step.)

(he knows it's gotten bad when he nearly cuts the tip of his finger off because he's too distracted by the soft sound of your laughter as you describe an easier way to dice cucumbers.)

by the time the first day of school rolls around, karasu feels like making lunches won't be so daunting anymore. even if he's watched so many of your videos by this point that his daughter has taken to giggling whenever she hears "daddy's girlfriend" when he's got his phone propped up on the counter in the kitchen.

(and if he's maybe, possibly developed a sizeable crush on you along the way, well, that's between him and the sink and the cutting board, thank you very much.)

and it's fine, really. until his daughter skips outside when he's picking her up from her first day of school. until she grabs his hand with big, bright eyes and a mischievous smile as she whisper-yells that she met his girlfriend.

—and that's when you step out of the building amongst the tiny children making their way to their parents with a name tag clipped on your sweater, a pencil behind your ear, and a binder in your hands.

you, his daughter's teacher.

karasu chokes.

[mattsundaes]

suna would catch you reading smutty fanfic in bed next to him and be like "that part sounds hot why aren't you masturbating right now"

[mattsundaes]

"do you want me to read it out loud for you so both of your hands are free?"

[mattsundaes]

you, a writer who kind of jokingly tells roommate!suna you’re having trouble visualizing the logistics of a male masturbation scene.

suna, who shrugs and asks if you just want to watch him and take notes.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

When your fave's fucking you like an animal and chanting "you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna make me cum"

[mattsundaes]

all of seijoh 4 has solemnly agreed since high school that iwaizumi has the best boxers bulge.

[rabbbitseason]

[chanelrolls]

cw: dubcon, nsfw

if there's a hobby caleb enjoys doing that involves you, it's to jack off to the sound of your voice on the phone. on a random friday, during a casual phone call, you decided to dial caleb's number to ask for his opinion about phone models. you wanted to purchase a new one.

but as caleb continuously panted heavily into the line, trying to disguise his ragged breaths as the exertion of his strenous work-out, you couldn't help but feel uneasy. "twenty-six... twenty-seven… ngh—yeah, i’m here. keep talking, i’m listening." he squeezed his shaft tighter, imagining your dainty fingers wrapped around his girth, mouth slightly ajar from the short, sharp gasps he constantly let out.

"are you really working out, caleb?" you furrowed your brows, trying to capture the sounds he was making carefully.

"thirty-nine… forty—hnnh… yeah, you really called during my set." caleb let out a soft, breathy chuckle as he picked up his pace, his hand gliding over his saliva-slicked cock. between his fingers was your black-laced panty that you lost, the undergarment that he cheekily hid in his pockets when you did laundry together. he shakily exhales through his mouth, then gave a particularly loud grunt. "fifty… hnnnh, fuck—"

you whisper into the phone, horrified. "caleb! are you normally this loud?"

"y-you called me now of all times, pipsqueak. what'd you expect?" he lowers his voice, sultry even through the panting. "you still thinkin' bout those phones?" caleb grunted once more, his cock pulsing and leaking pre-cum as he stroked it with wild abandon, the obscene sound of his self-pleasure filling the corners of his dark bedroom. he absolutely enjoys doing this, getting off from the thought of you being painfully clueless to his sickening intentions and depraved lust. "sixty-one… hah… sixty-two—ngh—shit… i'm shaking…"

you turned your back, clutching your phone tighter as your ears turn redder. "caleb, seriously—do you have to sound like you're doing something indecent?!"

caleb grinned against the phone, "i am doing something indecent. thinkin' about you while i'm like this." he smirks at his own innuendo, involuntarily jerking his hips upward as he neared his release. goddamn, it feels so good. you feel so good. sometimes, he just wants to pounce on you and take you without your consent. "can’t help it… every time i pump—i mean, push down, i’m p-picturing you. m-mouth open. those wide eyes… shit—sixty-five…"

in a hushed panic, you mutter, "what??"

"say my name, just once. i'll... i'll make it to a hundred if you do." there's no use denying him. so when you reluctantly pronounced his name, that melodic voice of yours blessing his ears while he chased after his climax, the way he breathlessly moaned your name didn't go unnoticed. caleb gave his own dick one last squeeze before falling his head back, a bead of sweat rolling down his throat. a beat of silence follows, then his tone softens, almost satisfied, because he most definitely was, just from the feeling of his cum endlessly gushing out of his tip. "good girl..."

[seventhseian]

Brat taming with Caleb where he absolutely snaps when you've managed to touch his last nerve. He tries to regain his composure at first, breathing in and out in hopes that it'll soothe his overflowing temper. He's never felt this way towards you, vowing to himself that he'll always be your sanctuary, a place of comfort when everything gets too hard.

But, God, why did you have to be so difficult at times?

Caleb has completely forgotten it, the reason why he's aggressively pounding into you with no absolute remorse. Instead of wiping your tears away, he lets them flow as you scream─beg─for him to be gentle, drinking in the sight of your pathetic expression, heated and needy.

"Caleb..! Ah..! Please..!"

With the remaining strength you have left, you try to push him away, pull yourself away from him, in hopes that it'll somehow work.

Fortunately, it does, but your victory only lasted a second when Caleb uses his evol to push you back, his aching cock pushing back inside you.

"Where are you going?"

"Caleb!─Ngh!─Please!"

"What?─Ngh─You begging now? After pissing me off like that?─Ah..!"

Your mind eventually gives up, surrendering to the incoming climax when his thumb trails down from your waist to your clit, rubbing it as his dick completely fucks you to the oblivion.

Waking up the next day, your body was completely sore. You could only curse Caleb in your mind, promising to yourself that you'll eventually get back at him.

Your promise eventually ends up in the dumpters when Caleb comes in with a tray of your favorite variety of breakfast, completely a different person from last night.