#also the torso is kinda small here but shhhh

[fearmeeeee]

TUMBLR ATE THE ASK WHEN I SAVED IT AS A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IT WONT NOTIFY Sorry for taking so long to reply! If there is ONE thing I need to stay with you from this, it's study your own body. Its the fastest, most accurate, most easily available way to study anatomy. Crouch, touch your shoulders, hug your legs, raise your arms above your head and try to notice the differences in size between limbs. Put your hand on your face. Look at your reflection in a mirror/window. Especially since we are talking about proportions, those are about the same in all bodytypes and need just minor tweaking to get the feel of a different build. And if you dont draw your bodytype, who will? Disclaimer: I'm very honoured you asked me for tips, but I usually dont think abt proportions, since I internalize the things I learn by observing, so its a bit hard to put into diagrams. I will do my best!

Since the ask is pretty general, I just tried to give the first advice that comes to mind.

When drawing the body standing up, the top of the hip is the middle of the entire height. Also when standing, the elbows would align with the waist and the wists with the crotch.

Try touching your shoulder with the hand of the same side. The forearm is shorter than the upper arm, but combined with the hand it exceeds the length. Same for legs (thighs are the longest part) when the foot is pointed down. When you measure from the base of the foot though, the knee is around the middle. When the arm is held above the head, it can bend at the elbow around 90 degrees and then it will touch the top of the head with the forearm. A hand will take up the face of a person, from chin to eyebrow tips, but hand sizes can be pretty varied.

The bodies can have different muscle and fat masses and be exagerated, but the ratios above will still be about the same.

Also when drawing sitting down and hollding the legs , I've found its easy to kinda align the collarbone with the top of the knees (this works because the spine is bent so the torso has less length than when standing). The tips of the limbs (hands and feet) can be exagerated a bit bigger if you are unsure (or just want to) and they still look correct, whereass being drawn smaller makes them feel off.

Personally I draw hands MUCH bigger than I should because I like the way it looks, it is very much not the right proportion. I also tend to stretch the bodies much more, but it is very important you understand how bodies work and what the proportions are before you start stretching and exagerating the limbs. This is already my interpretation so studying real life is better still. I hope this makes sense, I'm bad at explaining Thank you for the ask, and have fun creating💚

[vore-scientist]

Demanding

[FLUFFY Safe, soft, willing, GT, non-romantic non-sexual M/f vore, fantasy setting. No additional warnings]

Proper Title Demanding: Yonah in Terra-Syor

Ok a little explanation is needed for this: IT'S NOT PART OF THE NORMAL MYSTIC WOODS. IT'S AN AU+ CROSSOVER SILLINESS

Been talking with @vixen525 (dA, tumblr) and we’ve been talking about fun crossovers with our worlds/characters and this came out of that! 

To set you up: Yonah, for whatever reason it’s not important for this story, got transported to the dimension/world of TerraSyor (which belongs to @vixen525 ), but in the process suffered memory loss (bc I wanted to be cliche as fuck and it makes things so much fun!!!). Giants in TerraSyor are called Syors or Syorians which are two subspecies. Check their dA for more information. They are a LOT larger than Yonah. But anyways. That’s kinda the set up, other things you need to know are explained in the story. 

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Like last time we find ourselves in the office of the King of the Giants (who is away on a diplomatic mission) on the giant desk which had a smaller human sized desk on the upper right hand corner. Only this time it is night, or rather early evening. Though in this northern region, the sun had gone down over an hour ago; the Chief Political Advisor is sitting at her desk with mage lights hanging around her.

With King Connor away, Naomi tended to bury herself in her work. Because her best friend, the aforementioned King, is not there and while she misses him she has a lot of work to catch up on! King Connor tends to let it pile up. Often by keeping her from being able to do it thanks to his favorite way to enjoy her company. So while she missed her friend, she was not about to let this opportunity go to waste!

She would stay up for days to finish the paperwork! She had done so before even against the orders of the castle’s human physician for her to maintain a proper sleep schedule. As if she could sleep without Connor! And she was reluctant to ask one of the castle staff for assistance. Once or twice she’d gone to Lana, but the former Queen and interim King wasn’t someone Naomi liked to bother much even if she was available. Always more than happy to help, extremely sweet, but a little overbearing.

Thankfully her new guard was there to get her proper rest every night! Well. He tried. One all nighter he was willing to allow; he would force her to sleep should she try two in a row.

Tonight was such a night, however it would prove to be much more interesting.

Grunting as he glanced at his pocket watch tick into later evening he stood up and feeling a bit playful he reduced himself from 23.5ft to 7.5ft tall. Even at his full size he was more than small enough to sit comfortably on Connor's desk. Naomi didn’t notice him walking up until he was pulling the politician from her chair. She protested and held onto the desk and Yonah pretended to let her be strong enough to hold herself there.

“No! I need to finish reviewing this trade negotiation!” she sounded serious but there was a hint of playfulness.

“You can review it in the morning, you were up all last night! I know you miss Connor, that’s why I’m here!”

“I’m your boss, you’re paid to protect me!”

“I’m not technically paid and apparently I need to protect you from yourself. Also I need to sleep too! How can I protect you if I’m exhausted” He had tried to sleep last night, Naomi in his arms, powered by caffeine and hyper fixation, and armed with her portable desk, she did not waiver.

And he did manage to nap a few times. Not for more than an hour total. He was disinclined to sleep while she worked for several reasons. Mostly her safety even if this was the most secure room in the palace. Assassins had still gotten in before! And because once he woke up buried in paper. He was sure he’d inhaled a page at some point. Such suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Naomi got mad at him for it. And for his snoring.

So no more sleeping on the job!

Finally Yonah yanked her away from her desk, and ripped the paper from her hand. “I’ll give you one chance to change into PJs or you’re going down as is!” He grinned.

She had not changed clothes in almost 36 hours… she sighed and agreed. Plus she needed a shower, even if it would be made pointless soon after. Very soon in fact, as they both put on PJs after drying off but before heading to Connor’s bedroom, which they both lived in. No this is not weird.

Now, with both in their PJs, and teeth brushed, it was time! Yonah had returned to his normal size a while ago and he picked up the human and locked her dark and sleep deprived eyes onto his own. Before he lowered her from eye level and shoved her into his mouth.

Now, Naomi was never enthusiastic to be eaten, at least, not by Yonah. Not by anyone but Connor really. It kinda sucked, a lot. Being swallowed was the worst part. Yonah, being almost five times shorter than Connor, could barely fit a human torso in his mouth and Naomi’s sides sometimes got bruised against his teeth, and even though it was a short trip down it always felt like she might be squeezed to death. But that wasn’t why she was so unhappy.

Yonah noticed her hesitation but didn’t say anything as he swallowed her down as quickly as he could, and then promptly made his way to Connor’s chambers. Maybe the motion of his gate would lull his passenger. It was a fair distance even for Yonah, at 23.5ft, navigating a Castle meant for much larger giants. But the wash chamber was nearby to make it more convenient for Naomi. Soon he was in the bedroom and making his way to his own bed that was tucked into a corner of the room. It was a four poster with a canopy, and curtains, which gave it a feel of a box or a container, or cage… which wasn’t a bad thing, in fact it kinda felt familiar but he was sure he’d never been caged in such a way.

Yet sleep did not come. Specifically Naomi couldn’t sleep. As he climbed into his bed he felt Naomi shift. So much so it was clear she hadn’t woken due to his movements. Normally such little hints of struggle lulled him, but he could sense her restlessness and with him being in charge of her wellbeing, his worry chased away any lulling effect.

“Something wrong Naomi?” He sat at the side of his bed, feet on the ground, and pressed a hand to his belly, pleasantly full with the small human woman. She didn’t seem to appreciate this.

“It’s nothing!” She kicked, knowing it didn’t hurt him but he still grunted for her edification.

“That’s a lie, you need to tell me,” he rubbed at her.

He heard her sniff.

“This is. So different from when Connor eats me… it’s so confining!!” though her tone carried an air of falsehood.

“Do… you want me to spit you up? Will you sleep if I hold you in my arms?” Yonah knew full well that Naomi was from a tropical kingdom, used to warm humid nights, and was so accustomed to sleeping in Connor’s stomach that the cool dry air of the giant’s castle made it hard for her to fall asleep.

“I just miss Connor!” She finally wailed softly. Oh. This wasn’t a problem he could fix, and he was about to suggest he cast a reversal of his reduction so that he was closer to Connor’s size, if only briefly. But The problem wasn’t his size, the problem was he wasn’t Connor, so it was unlikely to help.

Yonah still held his stomach, he could feel her shaking as she cried under his hand. There wasn’t anything he could do.

Then his keen ears picked up a new sound and he stiffened. Naomi was too preoccupied to notice at first. Until he poked at his stomach, and with that poke was able to convey an air of novel concern.

“Wha-”

“I hear something-”

“Surely not an assassin, Connor’s not even-”

Shhhh - he pressed his hand forcefully down, feeling her squish in frustration. The sound was distant and small, he needed her to be silent. As emotional Naomi was, she knew that this took precedence. In fact she was a bit worried. What if it was a an assassin, or a slayer! Technically any slayer after Connor is also an assassin given his status as King.

“Yonah if you eat an assassin without spitting me up-”

“The fuck!? That’s horrid, and please, quiet-” he said at a whisper. It was probably the lack of sleep combined with missing Connor that had her so delirious that she even thought he would make her sit in his stomach if he caught someone. Now that he was thinking about it too and it made him a bit sick to his stomach. But he forced such images away to focus on the sound.

“Oh!” he said as he realized what it was. It wasn’t one he heard very often. “That’s the human door!”

Naomi sat up, curious but not without some concern. “You’re sure?”

“Very sure, and it sounds a bit frantic”

“I doubt it’s trouble... “

They sat there for another minute.

“Still knocking” Yonah reported.

Naomi shifted like she was thinking. Then Yonah heard the door unlock, open, and then the quick steps of bare feet across the stone floor, headed right for him! Him and Naomi! Quickly he put on his glasses, withdrew the curtains, and peered into the darkness.

The figure passed through a section of the floor that had a spot of moonlight shining down from a window and Yonah startled but chuckled as he saw the plump female form.

“It’s Dani!” he said.

He thought that would make Naomi relax but the way she flopped over she wasn’t relieved as much as suspicious.

And her suspicions were confirmed when Dani climbed right into the bed and dropped what a moment ago had been a human sized book, now the correct size for him, into his lap with a THUP. Yonah anticipated the next sentences out of her mouth as, hands on her hips, she glared at him with fierce confidence.

“Eat me! Read to me!”

Yonah was acutely aware that his hand was STILL over his stomach, and Naomi had gone still, but he wasn’t worried about that. While he loathed to turn Dani down, his stomach was already occupied. This wasn’t really up to him.

Having also gotten little sleep his first emotion was annoyance, then anger. But no. He wouldn't lash out. Instead hesmiled kindly down at Dani, scooping her up in his free hand and kissing her chubby cheek, stroking the back of her head. Then he rubbed at his stomach and looked down, Dani looking as well.

“Only if Naomi says it’s ok”

Even in the dark He could see Dani’s face get red.

“I- didn’t realize-” she flicked her eyes back to Yonah’s which in the darkness glowed softly. “I’m having trouble sleeping, so I thought- even if you don't eat me…”

Naomi sighed with her entire body. Seemed like Yonah’s services were in high demand tonight. Still. The idea of Yonah eating Dani along with her… The chamber that was his stomach was so small that Naomi filled up most of the space already. Yonah said he could do it, eat more than one person, but was now the time for him to prove it? As a test she stretched out the space a bit. With her massaging it graciously gave way, not as much as she would have liked, but better than nothing. Another sigh, and then she deflated.

“Misery loves company, she can’t make it worse!”

Yonah grimaced, he wasn’t so sure about that. But then looked back at Dani who was snuggling into his arm, smiling softly. She hadn’t heard Naomi’s reply. Though now with Naomi’s permission, Yonah couldn’t see himself not eating Dani. One person in his belly was pretty great. But two? Wonderful. Delightful. The ideal amount of stuffed for a perfect and well deserved night’s rest. So he jostled his arm and Dani looked up at him.

“Naomi said it was alright” he kissed her cheek again, this time sticking out the tip of his tongue to get a brief taste, for soon he would get the full experience.

Dani’s eyes lit up, “Really! Then what are you waiting for?”

The light chuckle that came from Yonah shook Naomi who couldn’t help but giggle as Yonah said “Nothing, I’m just not feeling rude enough tonight to not warn Naomi that she’s about to have company.” He pressed fingers into his stomach to make sure she was listening. Since she could hear him speak, his statement to Dani was all the warning she needed.

He held Dani up to his mouth and opened his jaws wide, placing his tongue over his teeth so she could crawl in. There was more flavor on Dani tonight, she must have used some new bath salts. Yonah had recently caught onto Dani’s attempts to find a combination of salts that would be nearly irresistible to him, but since the magic flavors of the salts were designed for Syorians, there hadn’t been much success. He still held her in his mouth for longer than he had done Naomi, enjoying the new and interesting flavor that complimented her natural one.

There wasn't much space with her halfway in his mouth but he could still move his tongue enough to make Dani squirm a bit, laugh a bit. Until he tipped his head back, and he pushed her in a little further as gravity helped slide her to his throat and he took a swallow. While he liked to take his time with this too, as the stretching was painful but in a good way, his airway was completely cut off, he had to continue to swallow. Slowly but steadily. Naomi was also scrambling a bit, probably to make room. That felt nice. When he took a deep breath as her body slipped past his collar and allowed him to breath he could feel the pressure in his chest.

“Hey!” he heard Dani yelp and his own breath caught! As he felt something he hadn’t in a while.

Her hands had only left the esophagus, her head not even breaching into the chamber, when strong hands took her wrists and pulled her in. While their safety charms produced light, they had both set them to be dim in anticipation of sleeping, but not pitch black just yet, they needed to get settled in some semblance of comfort in the confined space.

“Hi Naomi!” Dani said as she tried to get off of the woman of much higher authority. That mostly failed but at least she wasn’t on top of Naomi anymore. More laying across.

This wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but it had only been a once or twice before. So adjusting to being so squished wasn’t very quick. They had to move around a lot to experiment with different positions. Yonah hummed small vibrations as they made their various attempts, and his constant poking and pressing at them did not help, but neither did they tell him to stop.

Oh it was a great day, or night, when he got to eat two people! And two of his favorite people in this world. Friends always tasted better. And every shove was a small burst of joy for him as he sat, completely content.

Finally the movement stopped but yonah didn’t notice until one of them, probably Dani, did her best to kick his insides.

“The book, Yonah? You’re not getting this full belly for free you know!” that was Dani, and Naomi laughed.

“Naomi needs to sleep, Dani!”

He felt the women shift a bit and had a hushed discussion that he couldn’t hear well enough.

“I’ll fall asleep faster if you read! Your voice is very soothing.” That statement was accompanied by stroking against his insides.

Placing all of his pillows behind him so he was sitting up for maximum comfort, he picked up the book. There was a bookmark in it but disregarded it. This was Warrior Mages: Into the Feywild, the first story from a series he’d not read before. Of course being from another world (not to mention his loss of memory from the interdimensional travel), he hadn’t read most book series. This one in particular he’d wanted to read, on Dani’s recommendation. Sneaky little human!

The effect wasn’t immediate but it was much quicker than he’d have bet on, as he could soon hear light snores coming from his midsection. He’d barely made it a second chapter in, and while he’d been hooked he was also on the verge of passing out. Keeping his voice low he told Dani this, laying a hand lightly over his stomach. She only responded with some strokes from the other side of his flesh. Still awake but not about to insist he keep reading.

Very carefully and very slowly he adjusted his position and pillows so that he was laying down. The weight of the humans settling in his gut, he kept his hand over the spot, using his other to pull up a thin blanket.

Apparently the night's adventures were not over however, as only 2 hours later the door burst open with the King’s early, loud, dead of night return. Yonah thanked the gods the didn’t think to shout for his friend. But the crash of the door and the approaching thunderous footsteps were just as infuriating.

Taking note that Naomi was not as her desk, Connor made a beeline for the small bed in the corner, dropped to his knees, leaned down, and drew the curtains without warning, though he was met with the angry, tired gaze of his little, doll sized guard who was sitting up, clearly stuffed with the king’s favorite treat. A little too stuffed if Connor was inclined to notice, but he was not. Yonah’s mane of jet black curly hair was also in the most amusing state, which Connor did notice but didn’t care about.

His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and he had a massive fanged grin on his face like a child looking at both a pet rabbit and a piece of chocolate cake.

“Spit her up!” he said without any more pretense. His voice devoid of consideration for the time of night.

Yonah put his hands defensively over his stomach, “Welcome back, Your Majesty.” The two humans in his belly waking up slower than he, but upon Yonah’s words Naomi called out as well.

“Connor’s back! Let me out!!”

The pointed ears of the king flicked to catch the voice of his friend and favorite snack.

Normally he’d obey a direct order from The King. Without question he would follow identical orders from the King and his second in command. But he was sleep deprived, no mood to deal with a demanding royal, and more so no mood to give up his treats! So delightfully full. He deserved this. The King could fucking wait.

“No.” he growled, making his eyes glow.

Connor blinked in surprise. A bit confused and taken aback at this blatant disrespect for his authority.

“What do you mean, no?” He narrowed his eyes surely his guard wasn’t disobeying him!

“What do you mean, no!!” Naomi’s voice rang out. Dani stayed silent, not really her place to intervene.

Connor’s ears flicked back and forth, switching between showing frustration and staying locked on Naomi’s voice.

“Yonah if you dont spit her up, I’ll-”

Yonah glared “Do what!? Fire me? Punish me? If you do, I hope you Have fun finding another guard, You had such great luck before.”

Connor’s hand had started to reach for him but stopped at Yonah’s threat. He knew Yonah wouldn’t really quit. But he finally noticed the bags under yonah’s eyes as the fire and sleep deprived fueled angry otherworldly half-giant continued to glare at him. Then pulled the curtains closed before the king could respond. The bed chamber was brightly lit now but the curtains, though translucent, were designed to keep most light out.

A smile crept onto Yonah’s face as he heard Connor continue to grumble yet stood up and walked away. He lay back down and fell asleep quickly as Naomi continued to complain while Dani regretted her choice of bed for the night.

[FIN]

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Jon Snow x Reader||Chapter 32

A horse carries Jon into the gates. "Thank the gods!" I cry. We get him to a bed and get his frozen clothes off. My sister stands in the doorway and looks at the scars on his torso from when he died. Jon's eyes open and focus on me and my sister. "I'm sorry." He says. He takes my hand. "I wish I could take it back. I wish we would haven't have gone." He says. My sister finally 100% agrees to fight with the North. Jon swears allegiance to my sister. My sister leaves us alone. Jon squeezes my hand and I look at him. He smiles at me. "What?" I ask. He smiles more. "What!?" He chuckles. "I just love you." He says. "I'm really happy that you're okay." He kisses my hand. I smile. "I love you too." I feel the tears in my eyes. "I was so scared, Jon." I kinda sob. "I thought I lost you again." I feel the tears slip. "You'd think it hurts less the second time but it doesn't." He grips my hand tighter. "It hurts much more. I just got you back and then losing you again... so quickly I-." He reaches up and places his hand on my cheek. "Hey." He says. "Look at me." I let my eyes wander up to his face. "I'm not going anywhere." He says. "I won't leave you again." ... "I promise." He guides my lips down to his. His lips feel so right against mine. His hands take soft hold of my waist and gently moves me to sit on him. I am careful to not apply too much if my weight so I don't hurt him. I softly give his bottom lip a tug between my teeth. His hands tug at my dress trying to find how to take it off. "Here," I say as I place his hand on the string holding it all together. He gives it a tug and with that my dress falls apart. He lifts the last piece of fabric over my head. "Jon. Are you sure this is okay?" "Yes." "But you just-." "Please." He cuts me off. His voice cracking ever so slightly. He grips my thighs tightly. "I need this." He whispers. He pulls me back down and kisses me on my neck. "It's been so long." He growls. His hands grab at my ass. He struggles to get his pants off. I stop his hands and pull them off for him. He takes hold of my hips and he lowers me on him. I close my eyes and moan at the feeling of him inside me again. I feel Jon's hand slowly pushes up my stomach and takes hold of my breast. "y/n." Jon groans. I open my eyes and he's watching me. "Jon." I moan. He struggles to sit up and manages to do it on his own. He places his hand on my lower back and presses my chest to his. His other hand tangled in my hair and holds my head to the side. He gives my neck small bites. My hands gently claw at his back. "Jon." I moan. He drags his tongue up my neck and takes a small nip at my ear. Jon presses his lips to my ear and in a low growl, he says my name. He lets go of my hair and his hand rests on my thigh. His hand slides up my thigh and he presses a finger to clit. He rubs my clit as he fucks me. I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him tightly. Jon rubs at my clit aggressively as he pounds up into me. The pleasure is too much and my end approaches quickly. I tilt my head back. "Jon!" I moan loudly. I'm a mess as Jon still fucks me. I'm so sensitive and it's too much. Jon soon finishes into me. He tries his best to help me off of him. He plops back on the bed panting. I kiss him lovingly and get up. "Where are you going?" "I have things to do, plus you've been through a lot today you need some rest." "Hey." He grabs my wrist. I look back at him. "You were out there too. You also need some rest." With what is probably all the strength he had left he pulls me back into bed and holds me close. "But Jon-." He cuts me off. "Shhhh, you help me sleep better. I have nightmares when you aren't next to me." I sigh and let him hold me close.

[xiaxiaxiaa]

Studio - Brian (smut)

Warnings: smut, oral (f.&m. receiving), fingering, overstimulation (m.), unprotected sex

Word Count: 2531

A/N: it's Jimin from 15&, not from BTS! (also, I live for her friendship with Jae omg)

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You sat in the JYP cafeteria, anxiously tapping your foot. She’s late like usual, you thought, an annoyed sigh leaving you as you waited for your best friend.

To be honest, you should’ve been used to it already, however, every time you met she would always promise you she would be on time the next meet up.

Picking your phone up from the table you checked the clock again, 10:30, she was half an hour late, which was still far from the most time you’d spent waiting.

You were about to press send on the text you had just composed to Jimin, asking where she was, when a familiar voice spoke.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, excitement evident in her voice as she took a seat in front of you.

You looked at her confused due to her tone of voice, to which she answered by dropping two tickets on the table between you, something that didn’t answer your uncertainty at all.

“They’re tickets to the JYP Nation party!”

When you only answered with an eye roll she inched closer to your face, “Brian’s gonna be there,” she whispered, wriggling her eyebrows.

“Shhhh!” you said, eyes wide, looking around to check if anybody could’ve heard.

This time it was her turn to do the eye rolling, “It’s not like you’re discreet about it,” she pointed out.

A chuckle escaped your lips, a pleased smile on your face, he was a good reason to go, after all, it had been a while since you two had hung out because of his practice.

Brian had been your crush ever since you’d started hanging out at JYP, you found his talents beyond this world. I mean, he can sing, rap, dance and play instruments, what else could you want?,you thought, still asking yourself how he didn’t have a partner yet.

“They’re going to be here in 5,” Jimin informed you, tossing her phone back onto your bed.

She was wearing a crop top and plaid skirt with knee high boots while you opted for a crop top and high waisted shorts.

Checking yourself in the mirror for the nth time, you made sure your hair was in place and checked everything else, scanning your purse to see if everything was in it.

A loud honk came from the street, Sungjin’s way of telling you they’d arrived. Jimin took your hand in hers and sashayed her way towards them, giving Jae a playful punch on the arm as a hello.

You sat between Brian and Wonpil, the latter being in his own little world jamming to the song playing in his earphones.

“How was practice?” you asked the boy who was paying attention.

“Just the usual, working on new songs mostly,” he answered, shrugging.

The both of you continued talking on your way to the party, joking and teasing each other, much like what Jae and Jimin were doing in the seats behind you. However, when you got to the huge house JYP had rented, all of you went your separate ways, Brian having gone to catch up with Bang Chan.

You swirled your drink, sitting at the bar and observing the dance floor. It was nice to see all of the hard-working idols having fun for a change, dancing without having to stick to a choreography and singing without being afraid of their voice cracking.

You took a sip of your drink, healing your dry throat which had gotten this way due to the singing. As you cooled down, your eyes met with Brian’s and he headed towards you.

His hair was drenched in sweat, small droplets making their way to his eyes. The shirt he was wearing stuck to his muscled torso, the white fabric not doing a very good job at hiding his body.

“Like what you see?” he joked, winking at you.

You fake gagged, showing him a disgusted face.

He put his hands up in surrender before stopping to look at you.

“What?” you asked, heat running to your face.

He gave his signature smile and turned his chair towards the dance floor, bobbing his head in rhythm with the song. He held his hand out to you, motioning to the dance floor.

You quickly finished your drink and took up his offer, following him towards the middle of the room.

Uptown Funk was playing, both of your bodies moving to the beat. Since the song was very upbeat, both of you were sporting smiles on your faces, giggling and doing unnecessarily extra moves, laughing at one another.

After a while, you and Brian went to sit back down at the bar, asking for another drink.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see how you guys work, it must be so cool.”

He looked at you with a surprised look, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in that kinda thing,”

“Well, I’m not allowed anywhere near your practice rooms and the studios so I’ve never seen you do it,” you shrugged.

“Let’s go then.”

“Huh?” you looked at him, confused.

“To the studio,” he said, smiling, “come on.”

When you entered the JYP building you noticed that not a lot of people were around, most of them at the party you’d just left.

Brian took you to one of the studios, locking the door behind him and sitting on one of the chairs in front of the computer.

You sat down beside him, your eyes lingering on his sweaty face, considering you’d just ran all the way here (it was a stupid bet you knew you couldn’t win but oh well, his visuals were worth it).

“So, this is the track I was working on this afternoon,” he said, intensely focusing on the screen.

The song started to play, Dowoon’s drums and his bass coming in before Wonpil’s keyboard and Sungjin’s and Jae’s guitars. Although the lyrics were only half sung you already liked the song, it’s dramatic tone and high notes really hitting your feels.

“It’s so good!” you smiled at him as soon as it finished playing.

Brian beamed at you, looking very proud.

“I’m still not sure about the last verse’s lyrics though,” he said sighing, picking up his notebook from one of the drawers.

You looked over his shoulder, noticing a lot of scribbled out lines on the page.

He started humming the song, closing his eyes and tapping his foot to the beat. Just as the last part was coming he huffed and opened his eyes again.

“Hey, maybe if you just relax a bit it’ll come naturally,” you suggested looking up at him with a reassuring smile.

“Well, it’s not that easy to relax around here, but I have an idea,” he said, turning towards you with a smirk.

He looked for something on the computer for a couple of seconds before a song started playing, a mellow one for a change.

Brian stood up, taking you with him and putting his hands on your waist. You followed along, placing your own on his shoulders, slow dancing to one of DAY6’s new tracks.

You looked at him, only to find he was doing the same thing. Your eyes met and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

He inched closer, one of his hands going up to cup your face. Both of you closed your eyes as your lips met, a soft and suave kiss.

You broke apart, a sweet smile on his face as the dancing continued.

For a few minutes you stayed like this, your head resting on his shoulders and his hands gently holding your waist. But, as the song ended you had to stop dancing and he took this opportunity to go back in for another kiss.

This time, it was heavier, his hands roaming to your hair, gently tugging at it. You started playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck, making him shiver.

“Y/N,” he said, almost whining, breaking the kiss.

“Yes?” you answered innocently, not stopping your caresses.

His body shook once more before he gently gripped your hand.

“Stop.”

Despite his grip he didn’t move your fingers.

“I’m serious, please stop,” this time, it was a full-on whine and your body responded to it immediately, your pussy starting to get wet.

“And what if I don’t want to?” you asked, inching closer and kissing him again, this time your bodies flush against one another, the tent in his pants poking you.

He led you to the sofa, gently pushing you so you were laying down beneath him.

You helped him take off his shirt, trailing your nails down his stomach, making him tense up.

His body responded to yours immediately, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You took your crop top off, him helping you remove your bra. As soon as that was done, he started making his way down with soft kisses, lowering his lips to your jaw, your neck and finally going towards your breasts.

He bit lightly on your nipple, a smirk appearing as you arched your back. He continued, this time sucking and leaving marks before going farther down and getting rid of your shorts and panties.

He looked at you as he took his first lick on your already wet pussy, his eyes fixed on yours. Tortuously slow he started eating you out, only sometimes giving your clit attention and you could feel the smugness in his face as you helplessly tried to lead him towards it with hair tugs.

After one final lick he started making his way back up, kissing you all over the place before finally settling on your lips.

Suddenly, two fingers slipped inside you, making you break the kiss to let out a small gasp of surprise.

Brian continued to look at you, almost innocently, as his movements slowed down and sped up, your moans getting higher by the minute.

“Fuck you look so good,” he said, biting his lip, “keep your eyes open”

As you tried to do what he said a couple of tears started forming in your eyes until eventually you had to keep them closed, bucking your hips wildly to get the maximum amount of friction.

Just as you felt like you were close to cumming he stopped, taking his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes closed as he tasted you.

You took this opportunity to help him out of his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free, a drop of pre-cum already formed on the tip.

He looked at you as if to check if you agreed with everything and when you nodded he placed a kiss on your forehead, his demeanor almost making you think the sweet Brian was back.

You were proven wrong as he slowly inserted his dick in your pussy, the lubrication from his previous actions making it a lot easier.

After he made sure you adjusted he started thrusting, slowly at first, kissing you passionately.

As his hips went faster, both your moans and his grunts became louder, you silently thanking the fact that almost everyone was at the party.

You continued to kiss, but as the speed rose the accuracy became smaller, the kisses becoming sloppier.

He contorted his face slightly as you scratched his back and squeezed his biceps, the pressure on your lower stomach getting higher and higher.

Brian made his way to your neck, gently nibbling and sucking, blueish marks sure to appear in the next few hours.

With the hand that wasn’t supporting him he started rubbing your clit, making you let out a small scream, his forehead touching yours.

You were both sweaty, his hair beyond damp and your breaths a mess, but in that moment both of you didn’t notice how disheveled you were, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and you did the same to him.

Suddenly he stopped everything, making you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

“Top me?” he asked, almost pleading but with a certain amount of dominance still there.

You quickly did as he asked, settling yourself on top of him, slowly going down on him.

As you did his face contorted again and he bit his lip, slowly thrusting upwards to meet you. However, as soon as he did that you got back up, almost letting his dick fall out.

“Quit teasing,” he said, a pinch of threat in his voice.

You ignored him, slowly making your way down again, only this time he stayed still.

As soon as you had him all in, you rose up again and before he could complain you slammed down, a moan coming from you and a grunt from him.

His hands were on your hips, his thumbs pressing into your skin as you picked up the pace, getting tired of teasing him so you could also get what you were looking for.

Brian couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way your boobs jumped when you moved, parts of your hair getting stuck on your sweaty face, the way your eyes screwed shut when he was all the way. You looked so beautiful to him.

He started meeting you halfway and soon you couldn’t sit up straight anymore, your chests colliding as you struggled to keep up the previous pace. His hands helped you, guiding your hips at a steady pace.

Eventually, this wasn’t enough for either as you both started going faster, your screams in his ear only made him want you more.

He slipped a hand beneath your body and started circling your clit again, making your walls tighten around him as you came, a final loud moan escaping your lips, making him cum as well, his cock pulsing inside of you.

You stayed like that for a few moments, you on top of him, him still inside you as he caressed your back.

Your hands helped you get back up, his dick slipping out of you, a displeasured whine coming from him.

You helped him sit up on the sofa and, without warning, took his member into your mouth.

“Shit,” he groaned, feeling himself get hard again.

Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down, going the farthest you could.

Brian just lay back, his hands on his sides, too tired from the partying, running and sex to do anything with them. His eyes were screwed shut as he focused only on the feelings your mouth was giving him, the overstimulation hurting in the most pleasurable way.

“Y/N! Stop!” he said weakly as you sped up, his body starting to shake in pleasure.

You just continued, occasionally using your hand to help as you sucked on his tip.

His second orgasm hit him hard, his breathing becoming even more shallow and his muscles tensing up even harder than before. Finally, you let him go, standing up and grabbing his notebook.

“I believe you have lyrics to write,” you said smiling, passing him a pen and sitting down on his lap.

Brian kissed you shoulder, holding you close and catching his breath for a few moments before he started finishing the song.

[eiloh-dystonic]

Movie Night with the Mothman

Pairing: indruck

Words: 2,228

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, anxiety, dissociation, first kiss

Summary: Indrid has been having a hard time not dwelling on a particularly bad vision.

luckly duck knows just how to help

With bad movies!!

***

Duck would consider Indrid a friend. They had gotten fairly close after things settled down with the latest abomination. At first, Duck found Indrid unnerving, but after all the shit he's been through lately, he's beginning to find Indrids more pleasant brand of creepy, somewhat comforting.

They had actually gotten close enough that they were actually beginning to make late night conversations and hang outs a regular thing. This is why Duck started feeling uneasy when the clock hit midnight and his landline was still silent. It was Friday night, and Indrid always called around 10:30 on Friday nights, just when he new Duck would be free and open to talking.

12:30 hit and Duck was really starting to worry now. He’s gotten pretty used to their little routine by now and it rarely ever deviated.     

What could be holding Indrid up this badly? It was probably just something dumb, right? Like he got held up at the store buying nog, or….or. He would call if something happened, right? Unless he couldn't call! Oh god, Where is he? What could have happened to him? Is he hurt?

Duck quickly fumbled for his phone and punched in the number, desperate for anything to ease his racing thought. He started pacing about his bedroom as the dial tone stretched on longer and longer. Why isn't he picking up? Jesus, something must be wrong! So so so so wrong! Was the next abomination early? Did stern find him out?

Then duck hears a click. And then a voice.

“Hello, duck,” Indrids pleasant tone parted the frantic sea of thoughts flooding Duck's mind and he let out a deep breath.

“Jesus, Indrid! You scared the shit out of me!” Duck blurted out just as Indrid said “sorry for scaring you, Duck.”

“Fuck, nah, it’s fine, ‘was just worried about ya ‘drid.”

“That's… entirely understandable. I really do apologize, though. I seem to have… lost track of time. What time is it now?” and then a short pause, “woah! 12:42?”

Now with a slightly clearer head, Duck noticed a telltale waver in Indrids voice.

“Yeah, man, it’s late. Hey, are you ok over there though, bud? You sounded kinda nervous.” There was the sound of paper rustling, and then a long silence and a sigh.

“Quite frankly duck, I’ve been a bit…distracted lately. There’s been as particularly nasty future that’s been sticking in the forefront of my mind.” Indrid eventually said.

“Well shit, must be pretty bad is if it kept ya distracted so long. You wanna talk about it? maybe?” Duck said, trying not let his own nerves taint his comforting tone.

“I would…prefer not to focus on it more than have to.” Indrid out his guard down slightly, and a bit more of his nerves seeped into his voice. “Its not even a likely future… only about a one in fourteen million chance” he let out another shakey breath. “This one has just been particularly… unpleasant. And stubborn.”

“Do you want me to distract ya?” duck blurted out before he really had to think about it. It just seemed like what he would want if he were in Indrid’s shoes. Hell, he has been in Indrid's shoes and that was what he had wanted.

Duck heard the slight rustling on the other end of the phone, while he waited for Indrid to respond. Eventually he spoke gain, a bit softer than his usual tone.

“That would be nice, Duck.” Another rustling. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

The realization that he had absolutely no plan hit Duck like a truck. “Uuhhh….uh, shit! Give me a sec.”

Indrid laughed softly at Ducks plight. At least he's managing to brake the tension a little bit.

After a few more minutes of Duck’s stuttering and swearing, he finally thought of something. “Hey, do you happen to have a t.v.?”

Indrid silenced his giggling and spoke, “yes I do, it’s old but it does its job. Why do y-"

“Cool! Ok good I can work with that!” Duck nearly yelled out, cutting Indrid off. He slammed the phone back down on the receiver, and confident matched directly into his kitchen. He opened a cabinet, grabbed a large bowl, and started gathering up snacks. A few bags of microwave popcorn, a bag of chips, some gummy bears. He quickly grabbed some of the dumbest movies he owned. After making a quick stop at his closet to gather up as many spare blankets as he could, and stumbled out the door, giving Chicken a few Pat’s on the way out. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his pajamas, and desperately hoped Leo didn’t see him fumbling down the stairs covered in blankets with his arms full of food.

***

The drive up to the Eastwood camp ground an RV park went by in a flash. Duck was on a mission and he wasn't going to let anything stop him

That was, until he actually got out of his truck and started walking up to Indrid’s winnebago. He stopped just short of the door and froze. He hadn’t even told Indrid he was coming. What if he didn’t want him here? Was this invasive? He should have just kept his distance. This was a stupid idea anyway. He should just go home.

Then the door to the winnebago swung open, Indrid stood in the door way. Welp, there's  no going back now.

A nervous smile spread across Duck's face as he shook the snack bowl a bit for emphasis. “Movie night?” they said in tandem before erupting into a fit of giggles and snorts.

After a good few moments of laughter Duck caught his breath and spoke. “God, this is dumb ain’t it? Just stopn' by and bein' like ‘ya wanna watch some Adam Sandler movies?’”

“I think it’s just the right amount of ridiculous, Duck. Although, we really should go inside. It’s a bit cold out tonight.”

“Oh shit, yeah! Sorry. Oh and I almost forgot!” Duck squeezed past Indrid to get inside the winnebago, passing him the large mound of blankets as he went by. “I thought these might help.” Indrid closed the door and immediately started draping the blankets over his own shoulders. He looked like a walking burrito, but like in a cute way.

Duck noticed that Indrid’s home was a bit messier than usual, but it was obvious that he had made an effort to clean up last minute before he showed up. Cloths and garbage on the floor had been pushed into a pile in the corner, dishes haphazardly tossed into the sink, and trash bin practically overflowing. For the most part, he was getting better about stuff like this. It was worrying that he apparently hadn't been able to keep it up lately.

“Why don't ya pick a movie and get it ready while I microwave us some popcorn? Indrid?” He just started straight ahead, almost through Duck.

Duck waited patiently a few more seconds to see if he would respond. When Indrid started shaking slightly, he gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He startled to attention and promptly started apologizing.

“Hey, no. You got nothing to be apologizing about, ok?” He squeezed Indrid’s shoulder softly. He let out a tired sigh and placed a hand over Duck's own. “now why don’t we get this movie going?”

***

Duck took the last bag of popcorn out of the microwave and poured it out into the large bowl on the countertop. He poured a couple glasses of eggnog and tossed the bags of candy and chips over to the couch, before heading over there himself. Indrid was still crouched in front of the t.v., trying to get the movie to play, when he sat down. He shoved some popcorn into his mouth until he heard the t.v. come to life saw indrid stand up

“Paul Blart?” Duck said, holding back a laugh.

“It was at the top of the stack,” Indrid said, as he sat next to Duck, pulled his knees to his chest, and tightened his hold on his shrouded of blankets. He was hyper aware of how close they were now. “And you where the one who brought it in the first place.”

“Hey don’t Blart shame me!” Indrid snickered at that. He grabbed a glass of eggnog and settled back into the couch as the movie began to play.

***

They were about a third of the way through their second movie now, and they popcorn was long gone. Indrid had also eaten nearly the entire bag of gummy bears, and an empty eggnog carton laid abandoned on the floor.

Duck turned to Indrid to make a snide comment about the special effects of the movie, when he noticed that he wasn’t looking at the screen.

“Hey, Indrid? You with me bud?” He frowned at the lack of response. He quietly scooted closer to him on the couch, careful not to startle him again. “I’m gonna touch you now, ok?” He scooted even closer, and tentatively reached his arms around him.

Indrid relaxed slightly in his arms, but he still didn’t seem to be fully present. Duck started rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Hey, it’s ok. You're here, in the present, with me. That future isn't gonna happen ok, everything's gonna be fine.” Eventually, Indrid's arm raised up to cling to Duck's torso. He fully turned around to press his face into the crook of Duck’s neck. It wasn’t until a small wet spot started to seep through his shirt that Duck realized Indrid had been crying.

“Shhhhh, its ok,” Duck said as he brought his hand up to run his hand through Indrid's hair. He relaxed into his touch and sniffled a little. “I also brought Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2…”

Indrid snorted into Duck's shoulder and tightened his grip. “Its…such a bad movie…”

“Shhhh, I know, and I love it.” Duck was starting to laugh now too. He leaned forward to nuzzle closer in to Indrid. “You doin’ a bit better?” he whispered.

“yeah…I think so" Indrid said without lifting his head

“Fuck, these visions really have been persistent, huh?”

“Mhm" he nodded slightly and tightened his grip on Duck again.

He pulled back slightly and  brought a hand up to cup Indrids cheek. He guides his face up so they could make eye contact. Well, as closes as they could get to eye contact through Indrid's glasses. “I’m here for you ‘drid. If this starts getting bad again just tell me. You shouldn’t have to deal with this shit alone.”

Indrid’s face started feeling hot when he realized how close he was to Duck's own. He nodded again, mouth slightly agape. He felt himself subconsciously lean forward, and Duck met him the rest of the way.

Before Duck could even think about it, he had already pressed his lips to Indrid's. It just felt right. Like it was just the natural progression of things. They kissed softly, and neither of them were in the mindset to wrestle with the full implications of that just yet, but it didn’t matter. They were kissing, and it made Indrid's visions melt away for a brief moment before his mind flooded again. This time with visions of hope, of comfort, of caring, …of love.

Indrid pulled back slightly and the widest smile he made all night spread across his face.

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Duck muttered light heartedly. He rubbed his thumb gently over his cheek, and Indrid leaned into the touch.

“So are you!" he said as credits began to roll on the t.v.

“We're just a couple of old saps, huh?” Indrid leans back in to hug Duck again, and hums an affirmative.

“Hey Duck?” he said softly into his ear.

“Yeah ‘drid?”

“Could you…perhaps…stay here tonight?”  Indrid said meekly.

“Well, yeah. Of course, Indrid.” He pressed another gentle kiss to the top of his head. “Besides…we still got the live action Cat in the Hat movie to watch!”

“Oh no!!” Indrid sat up and screamed in mock horror. “anything but that! The cat with haunt my dreams!” Be could barely make it through the bit ducks giggles and his own.

They let their laughter drag on for a few more minutes, before eventually catching their breath, before getting everything ready for the next movie. Indrid got up to place the disk in the DVD player while Duck commandeer all of his blankets. He was almost upset before Duck opened his arms and pestered for him to join him under the blankets. He happily curled up at Ducks side, practically in his lap, and waited for the movie to start. Duck wrapped his arms back around him and rested his head closer to Indrid's.

They only made is a little over half way through the movie before Indrid started dozing off. Duck gently pulled them both down so they laying lengthwise on the couch, with Indrid on top of him. He pressed one last sleepy kiss to Ducks cheek before nuzzling into his chest and falling asleep. Duck spent a few more moments watching Indrid sleep and playing with his hair before he to was out cold

Ok yeah, maybe Duck considered Indrid a bit more than a friend.

[wigglywormy]

Todoroki Birthday Tickles [submission]

Idk if you ever got my Todoroki BirthdayTicklesFanfic I sent to you… but ye XD IF YOU DID I hope you like it c: It’s my second fic in like 2 years so… XD Sorry if it’s bad.

Here’s an extra copy Incase you didn’t get the first

worm’s notes: omg no i didn’t get the other copy!! tumblr must’ve eaten it. but ahhhh THIS IS SO CUTE!!! thank u for sending it in!! I love lee todoroki <33

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It was January 10th at 11:45 pm.

15 minutes until he officially turned 16..

Noise crowded his head as he hid in the dorm room hiding underneath a blanket curled up in a ball on the soft mattress.

He had a raging headache and he just wanted to pass out and wake up on January 12th.. 

All of class 1-A was downstairs in the main hall celebrating his birthday. He heard an uproar of music blasting though the not so sound blocking wall of the U.A. campus dorm rooms. 

He reached his hand out pushing though the thick layers of blankets to find his phone. 

He grabbed a cold metal thin box and pulled it up pressing the power button. He looked at his phone covering his eyes from the sudden harsh light. (Hahah vampire todoroki)

11:51 pm.

9 more minutes.

He suddenly heard noises in the hallway and peaked out of his blanket to see the door crack open slightly. He pointed his phones light towards the doorway and he saw a single green eye reflecting in the darkness a silhouette breaking the midnight colored halls dim lighting.

“D-Deku?” Todoroki weakly called out.

Deku slowly stepped into the room staring worried eyes as his friend.

“Aren’t you going to come down? We set up this party specially for you.” Deku spoke up.

“I’m not a big party kinda guy…” Todoroki admits.

Deku sits down on the bed and and allows todoroki to lead back on him.

“Is it you’re mother?” Deku bravely asks. He felt todoroki twitch and tense up.

“Yeah…”

Deku hugged Todoroki and gently held his hand rubbing smooth gentle motions of comfort over his right wrist.

“Hey, it’s okay now. You’re mother would have want you to have fun on your birthday.” Please come downstairs..” Deku asks.

“I’m sorry Deku, I’m not really in the mood.”

Deku sighed and thought for a minute before smiling.

“Don’t make me use my top secret motivation to get you to have fun.” Deku smiles.

Todoroki looks up at him, “oh yeah? And what would that be.”

Deku simply smiles and takes out his phone.

5 minutes.

He texts to Krishima to get everyone up to the boys dorm room of Todoroki’s ASAP, they needed to use their “special move”.

It only took 45 seconds before the entire class was now rushing into Todorokis dorm room that he shared with 4 others.

Todoroki sat up immediately and pressed his back against the headboard.

2 minutes.

“W-what are you all doing here?” Todoroki shakily asked.

“We heard that you’re having a hard time having fun on your birthday, so we are here to change that.” Kirishima proudly states.

Todoroki looked at them dumbfounded before trying to jump of the bed. He springs up and leaps off shooting a spike of ice behind him and sliding across it to get some elevation to escape the room. He lands on Bakugou’s shoulders and springs off him once again and lands in the hall way sliding to a stop before taking off down the hall again.

All of the students stood there with blank stares amazed by the work of art they just witnessed.

Than all of the students ran out of the room after the half and half hero.

————— Todoroki shot another spike off ice down the stairs and slid down them going to fast to cover his tracks. He runs into the main hall and shoots another spike of ice becoming airborne yet again. He looks around to see balloons and cake on different tables. He lands on the other side of the hall way before sprinting off down another hall. ————

The rest of the students ran over to the stairs to see a slick pathway leading all the way down. They all slid down flying down the stairs much faster than walking. They run into the main hall and a large spike shoots though the room coming to a sharp point half way though and ending a few stray crystals of ice falling from the mound of ice. Their eyes followed the little shards of ice that lead to the next hallway opening.

It was now past midnight but they didn’t care they just needed to catch the runaway birthday boy. Bakugo fires himself down the hallway following the trail of ice. ————-

Todoroki came to a dead end and turned around to see a trail of ice that followed him to his very location.

He heard a soft sounds of popping and cracking fire getting louder before he saw a raging Bakugou heading straight for him. He ducked down and shot ice behind him trying to make a quick escape from the raging boy behind him.

He slid down the hall and heard voices. SHIT the others!

He wanted to turn around but Bakugou was literally almost on top of him.

Todoroki shot an ice spike at the ground firing himself above all the other students as he suddenly heard an uproar of voices.

Baku hot on his trail flew after him. Todoroki however forgot about the ice on the stairs and pushed himself off those and tried to turn around when Deku grabbed him and Uraka touches him and trapped him in the air.

Caught.

Todoroki started to panic he shot out small spikes of ice not wanting to hurt his classmates but also wanting to get away.

He was struggling in the air as they began to walk back to his dorm room.

“PUT ME DOWN NOW! I FUCKING HATE MY BIRTHDAY WHY IS THIS HAPPENING LET ME GO!” Todoroki complained most of the way up until Denki shocked him and he passed out.

——————

Todoroki later woke up with cuffs around his wrists and ankles. The cuffs he has on prevents him from using his quirk.

He blinks a few times before looking up at all his classmates staring at him.

He started to panic and struggle when he felt a weight on his waist suddenly. He looked up and saw mossy green hair and sparkling green eyes.

“Hey there Todoroki” Deku smiles.

Todoroki glares at him and closes his eyes.

“Guys…” “ITS 1:46 AM!!!!” “Can’t we do this some other time.” Todoroki pleas.

Nopppppee! Deku giggles and Todoroki feels someone sit down on his legs holding his legs in place and soon after someone sits on his arms firmly holding him in place.

Todoroki tries to struggle but can’t move an inch.

Deku than grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up some and sees his little belly button. He is well built he has light Abs that trail up his thin torso. Everyone is just looking in silence for a minute before Todoroki yells at them to stop staring.

Deku snaps out of this thoughts realizing he was dragging a finger down his stomach making the boy try and squirm some even though he couldn’t move at all.

Deku than looks at everyone’s else and looks to Krishima that is sitting on Todoroki’s arms grinning, he nods and lowers his fingers to Todoroki’s rib cage and lightly scratches making Todoroki twitch and try and hold his breathe to not laugh.

Krishima pulls his shirt up more and reveals his ribs that are slightly visible and starts to wiggles his fingers over the sensitive skin.

Todoroki closes his eyes feeling everyone else staring at him still waiting in anticipation to hear him laugh. While his eyes are closed Deku lowers his hands to his sides and waits a few seconds before instantly digging into his sides.

Todoroki screeches and tries to arch his back only to have Dekus fingers follow his sides and he flops back down on the mattress laughing and shaking trying to get away.

With fingers on his ribs and sides he feels it can’t get worst only to have someone pull his toes back and someone else drag their fingers up and down the soles of his feet. Todoroki throws his head back and screams out in laughter.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP” He screams trying to get out complete words.

Todoroki tried to activate his quirk multiple times only having a few little ice crystals and sparks of fire come out. And though all of the struggle he rips one of his feet out of the ankle cuffs as another student rushes forward in attempt to grab is his ankle to push it back into the cuff but Todoroki hits the bottom of his foot on the students chest sending a black puff of smoke up all over their face and cloths scorching their hair.

Todoroki freaks out and tries to apologize but is pulled out of his common sense thoughts once again as the tickles are now focused around his belly button and underarms. Deku is handed a feather and it is directed onto the small hole in the boys stomach.

Krishima on the other hand is lightly scratching his fingers into Todoroki’s underarms hearing the boy squeal and squeal like mad.

Soon he starts choking and coughing going into silent laughter and beginning to pass out when they start to slow down as Deku tries to calm him down wiping the tears in his eyes and Krishima petting his hair trying to sooth him.

They sit next to him now and unlock the cuffs as he instantly curls up to protect his sensitive tummy and feet. He lies there for a bit and soon feels the students from his class hugging him and starting to laugh.

“Shhhh it’s okay Todoroki we are done.” Deku says. Holding the shaking boy in his arms.

He soon hears everyone softly singing happy birthday to him as he begins to cry from laughter giggling and crying at the same time. Todoroki lies back down on his bed and smiles.

And he thinks..

Maybe birthdays aren’t all that bad.

———-

Sorry I didn’t proofread it. So Have fun with that. c: