#if u even want a lil nickname- no pressure there

[biribaa]

OMGOMG PLSPPSPLS CAN U WRITE ANYTHING X READER FOR Z-779 FROM PRESSURE IM BEGGING (I will give you coupon for half a burger) <333333

GUHHH SILLY LITTLE COMPUTER

Z-779 x Reader headcanons

wheres my coupons

srry no aesthetic header/divider today. didint find anythign and i need to write

TW/CW: Pressure spoilers(?)

For some miracle you decided to stay, you either just gave up and decided to live in the place, or felt pity towards the computer. Either way, Z-779 is glad, Sebastian was its only chance of freedom. Of course it knew he wasnt that trustworthy, but as mentioned, he was its only chance. Then came you... And when Z-779 realized, it didnt really minded staying in the facility now.

Its clingy, dont want to bother you of course, but come on, we dont know how long it stayed there locked down!! The moment you offered it phisical attention, it became addicted(not literally). Every chance Z-779 gets, it will ask for a hug, kiss, and anything in between.

It gets giddy at the thought of having a partner, Z-779 never thought it would even get offered the chance! It never heard of people being attracted to computers. If it could, the computer would giggle everytime you reminded it you both were in a relationship.

I wonder what was Sebastian's reaction... He would be weirded out about it, but wouldnt think too much about it. "Everyone got their type, I guess..."

Z-779, obviously, no longer messes with you when youre just walking around. It points out which door has Good People, and no longer locks the doors when the Eyefestation appears. In fact, it even helps you! Doors that were locked no more need a key card to open, it opens them for you!(what a gentleman)

Z-779 is clearly new to dating, actually, its new to romance in general, so you cant really blame it for being slightly shy to anything. It hardly knows what a date should look like! The lack of internet doesnt help either. So I pressume its up to you to teach all that... If you mind or not.

It tries to come up with nicknames for you, which is only "dear" far now. When its you calling it nicknames, its fans quick in fast.

Anyway, Z-779 is a cute lil guy whos new to romance, be nice to it.

[guksvault]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

04- D.D

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: not rlly anything to warn u ab here!! except if u dont know who gossip girl is, major spoiler ahead xoxo, new reader!nickname unlocked! mentions of drugs!, lil bit of jk getting rejected, (deserved), tbf this chapter is rlly just a filler to make the next chapter make sense !!

minorsdni // masterlist

a/n: also if u didnt see the teaser?? intro?? to this series; it is heavily influenced by the weeknds discography (his first trilogy esp!!) !! so yes, Dirty Diana is a mj song but the weeknd has a gorg cover (D.D) !! so it counts!! ok bye

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It took Yoongi four days to finally message you, letting you know the coast was clear to return the bag full of coke, pills and pot that you’d stashed in your closet.

You’d replied, promising you’d get over as quickly as possible, but your parents had other plans.

A Dedication Gala for some Ambassador they’d done business with in the past. Every elite in the city would be there—not because they cared about the man’s work, but for the chance to network, rub elbows, and boast about being “in the know.”

Your attendance wasn’t exactly necessary. You’d spent 45 minutes arguing with your parents the day before, protesting your attendance.

A museum filled with artwork and tributes for someone you couldn’t care less about. Conversations as thrilling as watching paint dry. Teen socialites flooding over to ask who you were wearing, pretending to compliment you, only to turn around and snicker behind your back.

These events had become more of a struggle since Yoongi left two years ago. He had always made them bearable—unplugging projectors, messing with the announcements. He hated being dragged around to celebrate people who, frankly, weren’t really doing anything worth celebrating.

Three hours of rambling speeches, housewives complimenting you, and their husbands’ not-so-subtle stares at your tits. Three hours too long for you to fake any more interest. Finally, you told your parents the cocktail food had upset your stomach and that you were heading home.

They didn’t push. You’d made your appearance, talked to Taehyung, and posed for a photo—exactly what they wanted. That was enough for them.

You arrived home, stripped off the mermaid dress that had clung to your body all evening, and headed straight for the shower.

Wrapped in a towel, you stood in front of your closet, eyeing the options. That’s when your gaze landed on the black backpack shoved behind the designer shopping bags at the top of the closet.

Yoongi had told you he was working tonight and that you could wait until the weekend to return the bag at the party—probably the smartest option, considering he was the only one who actually liked you there.

But lately, your brain hadn’t been making the wisest decisions. You’d been opting for choices that would’ve made you question your sanity, and, honestly, you’d been enjoying them too.

Whether it was attending House of Balloons parties, almost fucking the DJ, or hiding a bag full of paraphernalia for the hosts.

So, you decided to keep the streak of bad decisions going. You changed into a pair of flared Victoria’s Secret leggings and a fitted long-sleeve shirt. Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you headed downstairs to your driver.

Your driver had a lot of questions about your sudden interest in Daegu, though he never vocalised them. He figured it was better not to know.

In all honesty, he was happy to see you exploring life outside of Seoul. He hoped you’d make some real friends, maybe even find someone who loved you for all that you were. Over the years, he’d developed quite the soft spot for you—hard not to when he was the one driving you to and from school as a kid, watching you grow up. He’d always encouraged you to try new things, to be who you wanted to be. He wasn’t going to stop now.

He dropped you a few streets away from your actual destination, knowing it wasn’t where you really planned to go when you insisted he leave first.

The walk to the House of Balloons felt refreshing, no eyes following you this time thanks to your toned-down outfit. The streets were alive, people lounging on their porches, puffing on cigarettes and chatting with neighbors, kids running around, tossing balls and causing a racket.

When you finally reached the double-story brick house, you climbed the four small steps to the porch and knocked—three sharp raps on the door.

A groggy Jungkook answered. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The lack of a shirt left his chest exposed, his eyes barely open as he leaned against the doorframe.

He looks you over, his gaze lingering on your casual outfit. For a second, he thinks he prefers it over the ridiculous, glittery dresses you usually wear. His eyes land on the black backpack slung over your shoulder, and, against his better judgment, he finds it a little endearing.

“Breaking news: Seoul’s beloved elite ditches the world of debutante balls and Met Galas to become a drug mule.”

“Go fuck yourself, Jungkook.” You bite back a laugh. “How do you even know what a debutante ball is?”

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he holds out his hand for the bag, but you turn your shoulder just enough to keep it out of his reach.

“Should invite someone in when they drive three hours just to return your blow,” you say, raising an eyebrow, fingers wrapped around the strap of the bag still hanging over your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, then opens the door wider, stepping back to let you in. He closes it behind you and walks toward the living room. The couches, usually shoved off to the side, are now positioned in the center of the room.

The small coffee table, once littered with solo cups and coke trays, is now neat, covered with coasters and a few books, courtesy of Joon.

You follow behind Jungkook, taking in just how different the place feels when it’s not swamped with people practically fucking on the dance floor.

Jungkook sinks into the couch, his eyes on you as you toss the bag onto the empty spot beside him. He watches you scan the living room, noticing the way your gaze lingers on the space, as if you’re realising that this house—it’s also a home.

"So, D.D. Yoongi told me to tell you that you can stay 'til he finishes work. Probably won't be for a couple of hours-"

"What the fuck is a D.D?" You turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest, head slightly tilted.

"You know, D.D. Dirty Diana? That Michael Jackson song about the groupie chick." He says it like it's obvious, almost shocked you didn't know.

"First of all, not a groupie. Not sure how your melted brain made that connection."

"No, you're not. But I did walk in on you fucking my housemate, so... seems fitting." He leans back into the couch, fidgeting with a lighter, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I didn't fuck your housemate, and you didn't walk in. You interrupted." You sound almost defensive, but you're not sure why. It's really none of Jungkook's business anyway.

Jungkook lets out a small laugh, surprised you didn't actually fuck Hoseok. He'd half-thought he was lying when he asked him about it.

"So you fuck rich pussy now? Ah, shit-We're losing him, boys." Jungkook says, ruffling Hoseok's hair.

"Didn't get to fuck her, since you idiots don't know how to hide a bag."

Jungkook watches as you turn back to study the wall covered in photos and Sharpie marker notes. His eyes wander lower, catching a glimpse of your ass. He kind of gets why Hoseok wanted to fuck you now... and now, he's imagining those leggings on the floor.

You feel Jungkook's gaze on you, the way his attention lingers. You hear the leather of the couch creak as he shifts, adjusting himself. He grabs the remote, flicking through Netflix.

Some bird had logged in one night, and now, he's decided it's his account.

You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, watching him scroll through the movies, each title met with his vocal distaste.

"Boring."

"Fuck no."

"Good tits, shitty actress."

Lands on the 2010 Korean Horror-Action film ‘I saw The Devil’, reclines into his seat with his eye’s glued to the screen.

The house is quiet, only the film playing making any noise. You had resorted to scrolling through your phone as soon as the movie started to get too brutal. If Jungkook’s company wasn’t enough to make your stomach turn, blood and gore was.

“Your parent’s know you been comin’ here?” Jungkook spoke up, had been debating if he should say something or not for the last 15 minutes.

“I’m not twelve, no need to report to mummy and daddy.” You move your eyes from your phone to the man sat on the opposite end of the couch, his eyes were still on the television, small rolls at the bottom of his stomach form as he leans into the couch.

“Well, obviously, but surely they wouldn’t approve. Yoongi’s told me about how people are where you’re from.”

“What they don’t know, wont hurt them. They don’t truly care what you do, unless it benefits or is a hinderance to them.” You shrug, turning your attention back to your phone.

It’s silent, for about 46 seconds before Jungkook becomes too nosy and presses you again.

“I’m sure they at least get concerned when you come home at all hours of the morning. I’m sure they want to know what you’ve been doing in the dark.”

Jungkook didn’t even know why he cared to ask, why he almost wanted you to tell him that they were worried, that they begged you to send your location, that they wanted to kiss you goodnight.

In his head, you had it all. The money, the fortune, and parents who cared. Parents who worked hard for you, who smothered you with all the love he never had. He believed you were blessed with everything he’d never even had the chance to experience.

“They don’t. Unless I’m sitting across from them at the dinner table, with the guy they’re trying to force me into an arranged marriage with, they truly don’t give a fuck.”

“Fuck off. An arranged marriage? You’re like that Blair chick from Gossip Girl, who had to marry that twat of a prince.”

Your head snaps towards Jungkook, and a full belly laugh escapes you. “You fucking watch Gossip Girl?” The words are barely words, interrupted by your giggles.

Jungkook’s ears burn red. His brows pinch together, and his tongue runs along the side of his cheek.

“Firstly, shut the fuck up. I don’t watch Gossip Girl. I just read that somewhere.” His words are an obvious lie, and he shifts his body to face you. “Secondly, shut the fuck up.”

Your hand shoots straight for the remote on the coffee table, clicking straight to the search bar, you click on the series, and every episode is graced with a red bar underneath them. The sight sends you into another fit of laughter.

Jungkook’s hand shoots out, trying to snatch the remote from you, his ears as red as the bar under each episode. His cheeks are flushed too, a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

You hold the remote high above your head, clicking on ‘Continue watching’ and letting the intro roll, barely audible through your laughter.

Jungkook glares at the screen and mutters, “Fuckin’ dickhead.”

“I told you the other night, you’re soooo cute.” You tease, and he hates it. Hates how he wants to laugh, hates how he enjoys the sound of yours, and hates that he kind of wants to know if you like the show too, if you think you’re more of a Blair or a Serena.

He looks over at you, and if he has to see that shit-eating grin of yours for any longer, he decides he will simply pass away. He leans over you, grabs the remote, his hands are covering yours, his knee pressed into the leather of the couch beside you.

Your eyes widen slightly at the suddenness of it all. You can smell the fresh scent of his cologne, feel the heat from his hand that covers your fingers.

Jungkook looks down at you, see’s your eyes looking up at him all doe eyed, almost vulnerable, he watches your eyes flick back and forth between each of his. His eyes glance down towards your lips, can see your chest breathing a little heavier than it had been.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out and wets his lower lip, his grip over your fingers tightening slightly.

”Keep lookin’ at me like that D.D and I might have to do somethin’ bout it.” He speaks lowly, his voice huskier than when he had been bitching about being caught watching Gossip Girl.

You almost want to challenge him to it, dare him to make the first move. But then, reality hits—you remember this is Jungkook, mega asshole to the core.

Leaning a little closer, you hover just enough so your lips graze his ear. The heat between you is tangible, the tension thick in the air. You whisper, your voice soft but teasing.

“Can I do something about it?”

Jungkook’s breath catches for a moment. He turns his head just slightly to meet your eyes, his lips curling into a faint smirk, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Your free hand slides to the side of Jungkook's neck, fingers brushing the warm skin there as you pull his face closer to yours. The heat radiating off him is undeniable, his body tensing under your touch. You feel him subtly nudge his head toward yours, a silent invitation for you to continue, to see what you'll do next.

With a teasing grin, you whisper into his ear, your voice low and almost playful.

"Dan Humphrey is Gossip Girl."

Jungkook is frozen, fully malfunctioning. Tells himself it’s the shock of pure innocent Dan, knows it’s really because he’d gotten a little too excited waiting for you to make a move.

He scoffs, pulls the remote from your hand, and falls back into the couch. “You’re a fuckin’ dickhead.”

You look over at Jungkook, watching him try to discreetly cover his semi with a throw cushion.

You stand up, deciding that perhaps now is a good time to leave before you really do something about that ache between your thighs.

“Leaving?” Jungkook speaks, his eyes locked on you, the tip of his tongue messing with his lip ring.

“Mhm,” you reply, bending down to grab your phone from the floor where it fell after you both had been laughing. “Can just let Yoongi know I’ll see him on the weekend.”

Jungkook gives you a small nod, standing up and walking you to the front door, holding it open for you. As you step outside and make your way down the stairs to the pavement, you hear Jungkook clear his throat from behind you.

“Thanks for taking the bag, or whatever. Saved our ass big time.”

You turn to face Jungkook, walking backward toward the road. His dark eyes follow you, his teeth pulling at the corner of his lip as he tugs on his lip ring. For a split second, you feel a flash of regret for not taking the chance to jump his bones, especially as you watch his hand trail over his abs. But that thought is quickly wiped away when he sticks his middle finger up at you just before you turn back around.

“Welcome, asshole.”

[anthrophobixx]

Since I don't often talk abt stuff over here, I think it's safe to assume ppl don't know abt my version of olandy either, so here's an extremely LONG post w all my olandy headcanons so far :33

(fyi I project onto both of these guys, esp randy, so some of these headcanons are a bit more personal o(-( u don't need to know which ones tho)

Randy always gives the corniest but cutest compliments and Oliver is extremely flattered by them

They have cute matching nicknames for each other, Randy calls Oliver sunshine n Oliver calls Randy moonlight 🙏

Randy is always hesitant on accepting gifts from Oliver cuz he feels guilty for not being able to give him stuff in return even tho Oliver has told him multiple times that he doesn't owe him anything

Randy tries to save up money whenever he gets his paychecks so he can get something nice for Oliver once in a while too :33

Oliver's only topic around other ppl is literally just Randy. He's sooooo in love rhgrgrhrh

Oliver usually hums songs for Randy to comfort him or to help him fall asleep

Randy often visits Oliver at his place (and by that I mean bro literally just lives there atp)

They like to go on walks together or to watch movies after work, depends on what they're in the mood for

Randy is a great listener and Oliver *loves* that about him. He's comfortable with rambling abt whatever comes to his mind because he knows he's paying attention and Randy loves it when he's talking abt random stuff cuz he thinks it's cute

They're both touch starved as fuck, the difference is that Randy is terrified of physical contact while Oliver desperately craves it

Randy always feels like Oliver deserves a lot better than him and whenever the topic comes up Oliver tells him to shut the fuck up and showers him in compliments

Whenever one of his scars starts healing Randy always shows it to Oliver and Oliver being the lovely bastard he is hugs him tightly n repeatedly tells Randy how proud he is of him

Oliver and Randy definitely have matching kuromi n melody plushies

Oliver calls Randy up every single hour during work cuz he misses him

Randy is a cat person and Oliver's a dog person

Whenever they're on walks and they run into a stray cat they need to stop asap cuz Randy just *has* to pet the lil creechur

Randy needs constant reassurance from Oliver that he's infact dating him because he actually loves him and not just out of pity

Adding onto that, Randy often feels like he's annoying Oliver by constantly worrying about stuff that he knows aren't true. He can't get rid of the constant feeling of guilt and he often tries to just swallow it all n suffer in silence. Oliver knows this and he tries to get Randy to open up to him more often, but he also doesn't want to pressure Randy into saying anything he's not comfortable with

Randy stopped having nightmares so often n waking up randomly in the middle of the night once he moved in with Oliver n they started sharing a bed :33

Randy's the one that cooks food in the house since he's surprisingly really good at cooking, even though he hasn't been in a kitchen for god knows how many years, he's probably even better at it than Oliver :o

Whenever Randy gets a compliment from Oliver he just starts muttering nonsense since he's not used to getting complimented n Oliver thinks his reaction is really cute

Oliver is the one to always arrive home first n he likes to wear Randy's iconic denim jacket until Randy finishes his shift, cuz the dude literally goes through the 7 stages of grief multiple times a day without his loser bf

Whenever they're in crowded places Randy either hides behind Oliver or closes his hoodie completely, let's Oliver drag him by his arm n lead the way

Randy often reads stories and poems out loud to Oliver cuz it helps him with his stutters

Randy always slightly twitches whenever Oliver touches him (his fight or flight just kicks in ok)

Oliver has a bug collection Randy's terrified of

Oliver often steals Randy's hoodies bc he likes baggy clothes and because Randy really can't do anything abt it ☠

Oliver gets extremely happy whenever Randy buys him small gifts like chocolate or tiny stuffed animals, although he often feels bad cuz Randy's spending all the money he gets from his job on him and waaaaaa why would he do that :'O

Although Randy's terrified of being touched, he actually craves hugs *specifically* from Oliver quite often n Oliver does not hesitate to give him as many as he needs :D

They hold hands whenever they get the chance. They hold hands when they walk, sit, eat, talk, lay in bed, etc etc.

Randy is still surprised Oliver gave him a chance, cuz at first he thought Oliver found him annoying and pathetic for his stutters, constant apologies, for his jobs, etc. He has never actually felt more loved by anyone before and he can't thank him enough for his kindness

Ever since they've been together Randy has become more confident, stronger even, both mentally and somewhat physically too

Oliver taught Randy how to fight back and he has become more confident since. His self esteem also grew and he feels sm happier this way

That being said Randy is still a very sensitive person. He panics extremely quick when he feels like he fucked up and WILL apologize for hours on end, ESPECIALLY if it's someone dear to him. Although if he feels like HE was wronged, he won't hesitate to stand his ground, even if it results in him crying by the end of it

Oliver likes to run around in the rain when it's dark and he always drags randy out with him, he says it feels like the entire world is theirs

Oliver taught Randy how to cook !! Yay !! Randy almost burnt the entire kitchen down once but hey someone had to believe in him regardless, especially since he's an amazing cook present time

Randy used to live with his swan and his pet possum at the ticket booth. He tried introducing Oliver to them and the swan got used to him rather quickly, meanwhile the possum kept hissing for a good few days whenever Oli tried to approach it. They all get along now tho

Oli has a shitload of vhs tapes with old cartoons on it that he got from Mr dickens and they have to bingewatch at least one of them every week

RANDY CAN SING I'M DYING ON THIS HILL LITERALLY FIGHT MEEEE they sing together a lot btw

They both had a pokemon phase, Randy was just more….deeply into it

Oki p sure this is all I got !! Sorry for any broken english I uh. copied all of these from older twitter threads

Feel free to use any of these btw :DD

CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD I FUCKING LOVE OLANDY OKAy BYEEEEE

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi! pls dont feel pressured into doing this!! but could u write aunt may with little!reader who's been lately regressing more often and in a younger headspace and they feel bad abt it-

so one day little!reader just went quiet the whole day not playing their toys not asking for anything, just quiet. And its so uncharacteristicly not them! so May finds out whats happening and comforts lil!reader thank you!<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I’m sure ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| aunt may & reader

a/n: this got extremely self indulgent hope you don’t mind — also hi I’ve been gone for awhile but I swear I’m still working on requests and trying to write more, I’ve just had a lot going on lately and haven’t found as much motivation to write

warnings : reader being insecure about their regression, nicknames, reader is referred to as ‘bug’ cause I think that’s something may & peter would use :), slight baby talk

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May chews on her bottom lip watching where you sit on the couch, there’s a movie going but she can tell you haven’t been paying attention to it, you seem caught up in your head. As you have for the past week or so.

She had noticed the change almost immediately and tried to give you moments where you could tell her what was wrong in subtle ways; taking you to ice cream just the two of you, walking in the park with no distractions around, spending a few extra minutes combing your hair in the morning— none of it seems to be working. Even Peter has noticed your drop in energy and enthusiasm about playing with your toys or wanting to help cook dinner like you normally do.

It’s what May’s doing right now, most nights it’s you and May cooking while Peter’s out on patrol so he’ll have a warm meal to come home to. It doesn’t feel the same not having you next to her as she stirs vegetables around in an oiled pan, you weren’t there to list off each vegetables name or measure out the oil and May thinks it’s making the food look a little depressing.

She sighs and clicks the stove off, shaking her head to herself before turning towards the living room. She can’t take how quiet the normally loud and busy apartment is.

“Bug? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Your head turns to May with a nod as she slides onto the couch beside you.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit quiet lately and I just wanted to ask if everything’s alright? You know you can talk to me about anything.” A reassuring smile spreads over May’s face, staying quiet for a second to give you time to process the question and think your answer over. She knows when you regress it can be more difficult to answer heavier questions as quickly as you normally would.

“M’okay. Just feel kinda bad.” Her brow furrows as one of her hands comes to cup your cheek, concern clear as day on her face.

“Feel bad about what honey?”

“I’ve felt smaller then usual, I don’t like it.” You huff and May shakes her head.

“Why don’t you like it? You know I’ll watch over you no matter what.” It’s something that you joke about often, how May can’t refuse any caregiving role when her nephew is a boy that can climb on ceilings at any moment he so pleases.

“Can’t do as much when I’m smaller, I need more help and stuffs.” You shrug, shoulders hunched in a way that makes Mays chest ache.

“Oh sweetheart I’ll always help you, you regressing younger doesn’t change how much I love taking care of you.” Her thumb brushes softly against your cheek, eyes wide and caring when you look up to meet them.

“You sure?” You ask quietly. May’s mouth falls slightly ajar before she pulls you into her arms, squeezing tight like she does with every hug, tucking her chin atop your head with a shaky breath.

“Of course I’m sure, I’d never stop taking care of you.” You nuzzle a little further into May with a nod, letting yourself relax into her hold, letting the anxiety you’ve felt for weeks slip away and the comfort May brings replace it.

“Now, wanna come help make dinner Bug? Peter should be home soon.”

[thats-how-i-like-it]

if you're still accepting asks for the regressor ask game

🧡 - how did f/o react when they first saw you regress?

💬 - how does f/o talk to you when youre regressed? do they call you any special names?

🏅 - favourite activities to do together when regressed?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

hiii, I'm always accepting asks for the ask games I've reblogged, thank u <3

🧡 - how did f/o react when they first saw you regress?

Since in previous asks I responded with my mha s/i, this time I'll be answering for my undertale s/i and f/o's! (underswap chara/carl & swap! papyrus and fresh sans)

(this got a bit long so everything's under the cut !)

Carl is Core!Frisk assistant and helps them look after the habitants of the omega timeline, and while they love their job it often leaves them burnt out and stressed, causing them to regress as a way to relax and let out their feelings (that they often repress)

🌈 When Fresh first saw them regressed, he wasn't sure of what was going on, he thought they came down with a sickness or they were playing a joke on him, but after accidentally making them cry, he realized that he needed to be more gentle, despite not knowing much about age regression, he is really good interacting with kids (he can be a bit too much though, and that scares some of them away).

Fresh hugged them tightly and spun them around, until they were giggling with him, smiling without a care in the world.

He stayed with them, talking and playing with his skateboard under a big tree, until Carl got tired and fell asleep resting on his shoulder, sucking their thumb peacefully, explaining everything to him after waking up, completely embarrassed about being seen in that way.

Fresh just was happy to know his beloved had a way to unwind.

🍯 With Papyrus though, it was a bit more awkward.

"Awkward" was the word to describe their relationship, actually (initially, at least), Paps had just lost the human he considered a little sibling and here he was, catching feelings for an alternative version of them (same could be said for Carl), they had a tentative friendship when he catched them regressed for the first time.

Unlike with Fresh, Core was present at that moment to explain to him that their friend was an age regressor, and that he should treat them gently, just like with a little kid.

He didn't know how to care for them, well, he did, he was an older brother after all, but it made him feel guilty, it made him feel like he was replacing his little sibling.

They work it out, eventually. It turns from Papyrus not wanting to stay alone with little Carl and Carl feeling horrible because of it, to them being an inseparable duo of a Caregiver and a Little.

💬 - how does f/o talk to you when you're regressed? do they call you any special names?

🌈 Fresh is less teasing and more patient, without ever losing his playful tone, he's usually a schemer and likes to jokingly annoy Carl, but he understands that they're more sensitive when they're regressed, and he would never want to hurt Carl in any way, he cared too much about them to do that (he's also very protective of them). He usually calls them the usual nickname he has for them "Car", which gets met with an eye roll by big Carl but with a giggle by little Carl, He also calls them "Sibby", "Giggles" and "Lil' Fella" (in return, Carl calls him "Bubba" or "Feshie")

🍯 Papyrus is calm and gentle, never pressuring or hurrying them with anything, his easy-going, laid-back nature persists even through the rowdiest of tantrums, his soft raspy voice always soothes Carl right away, he calls them "Honeybun/Hunbun" and "Baby" (in return, Carl calls him "Papa." Which didn't fluster Papyrus at all the first time he was called that no not at all /lies)

🏅 - favourite activities to do together when regressed?

🌈 - Skateboarding (Fresh doing most of the work and Carl just enjoying riding Flesh's skateboard with him), Drawing, Arts and Crafts, Fresh also likes taking them to other AUs to walk around and get them to know more of the Multiverse.

🍯 - Baking, Reading (While Papyrus isn't usually a huge fan of books, he enjoys reading childrens books to Carl when they're little), Cooking, Hide and Seek, Boardgames, Napping,"I Spy", Paps also likes using his "Bone Attacks" to build something for them to play with, like a Xylophone.

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[princeanxious]

Okay so about three months ago, I got money for tutoring my sisters. I spent none of it for two weeks after. My friend in a discord server sent a link from stimtastic, saying he was planning on buying one. He unfortunately, underestimated shipping price, and is still saving to cover that, but! for me, shipping was cheaper and I got mine. Here’s where it becomes funny. I’ve always chewed gum, instead of the things most people chew on to stim before they get a stim toy, like shirts and pencils. So, I wildly underestimated my chewing ability, and chewed a hole in the pendant within the first week of having it. It’s hanging on my wall, now. And I posted in the chat complaining about it. So everyone keeps reminding me of it, and for a while my discord nickname for that server was Chompers (it was changed to smth else when I got given the bot role(by request, I promise they didn’t bully me by giving me the role for bots)). Sent a selfie recently in a *different* server and got changed to chompers Bc my front teeth are very big. So I guess the moral of the story is it’s better to overestimate then to underestimate? Anyways, now that I’ve said it, it’s not as funny as I thought it was. Either way, hope u have a nice day

I gib *hugs* to you, bc oof. Its a v interesting story tho!! And indeed it is very good to be aware of underestimating yer chew ability, but hey its how it be!! I got two types of chewstims because i had no idea whether i’d end up chewing a little or alot, so i got a soft chewstim and a harder chewstim, just in case?? Turns out I’m not into using the hard chewstim, but made the mistake of not getting the soft chewstim as a necklace like I had with the hard chewstim(i dont regret it tho, its a raccoon shaped handheld one 👀👀👀) so unfortunately i’ve avoided using my softchew stim because i’ve got no sanitary and safe place to put it when i’m not using it that doesnt involve fighting w/ a tiny ziplock, y’know??? Am v sad about it :(

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day too, anon!!

[sinnetsins]

My kinky lil heart feels you have the skills to bring this request to life, if it resonates with you! Inspired by "Punishment", would love to read a fic where Timmy doms the reader in a spread eagle tie on the bed or seated chair tie, with all the smutty goodness, esp sensory/sensation play (the panty gag was hottt haha). Or maybe she self-ties as a "welcome home" present for him to play with upon returning home? Thanks! -katzemiau

PUNISHMENT PT. 2

I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I hope this makes up for it.

WARNINGS: bunny nickname, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up thank u), angst, brat reader, mean dom!timothee, soft dom!timothee, slight bdsm

If I missed anything please let me know!! <3

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You got home, after four months, on Monday.

He was probably still stressed from work and the fact he had to film for a new project next week didn’t help. Part of me almost regretted how I had acted today. How I had continuously been a brat in public, around the cameras, his friends and colleagues at dinners, disobeyed him in general.

It’s Saturday now, and you haven’t pursued me like you would have. I expected you to ravish me from head to foot a thousand times over by now. Am I no longer within your attention span?

He loosens his tie and removes his shoes as we step in the door, I fiddle with my heel straps, now feeling the cool hardwood under my toes. He heaves a heavy sigh before he turns to me and-

“Why do you refuse to cooperate? You keep fucking around-“ He grabs my jaw harshly, forcing me to look at him, “Acting like I won’t punish you.” He growls.

Obviously I want this. You can’t be that oblivious, right?

Regardless how much I was surprised by his ourburst—

I’m not fucking surprised, I’m thrilled.

I keep a straight face and harden my stare as I look up into his dilated pupils. I clench my jaw to keep the desperate whimper from leaving my throat.

“I’ve been very lenient with you, chalked it up to the fact I haven’t been here. Now this-“ He moves his hand to my neck, pushing me back against the door.

But you’ve been back for days now, Timothée.

I can’t help the hotness pooling throughout my body from his grit, finally, I got the reaction I had been praying for.

I meet his eyes, “I am sooo sorry, Timotheé.” I say with a taunting pout, tilting my head back to look deeper into his eyes, asserting a shred of dominance I didn’t even know I had.

He looks taken back at my boldness for half a second. In that half-second his brows furrowed, his lips parted, and his eyes dart back and forth across my stone demeanor.

“Do not mock me.” His grip tightens around my neck.

The pressure only makes my core grow hotter, the look in his eyes making my mouth water with desperation for him to own me. My eyes quickly flicker to his lips, so quickly if you were to blink you’d miss it, he leans in closer hovering his lips over my own.

“On-“ He lightly pushes me down, I resist “Your fucking-“ He pushes harder, I start buckling, “Knees.” I look up at him from my place on the ground.

Please take me.

I keep eye contact as he unbuckles his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. I immediately part my lips and stick my tongue out, watching his face as he rubs the tip of his cock against my tongue. My eyes flutter at the sweetly salty taste of his pre-cum.

I wrap my lips around his head and he thrusts his hips forward. I could feel the warmth of fresh tears building in the corner of my eyes, just daring to spill, my bottom lashes were damp.

Yes, please use me.

“Fuck you feel so good-“ He sighs, his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me stationary. I look up at him as he continues fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat ass I try to swallow each gag desperately.

I hollow my cheeks and use my hand to reach where my mouth can’t. He grips my wrist and pushes himself deeper. I gag harshly around him as my nose touches his pelvic bone. I feel my tears mix in with the drool dripping down my chin, I blow a whimper out.

“Shhh,” He hushes, “You can take it,” He groans, eyebrows knit together in pleasure and his mouth agape with desperate pants, “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

He pants heavily and he makes a few more deep thrusts before pulling it out. A thick string of saliva still connects my mouth to his tip.

"Be a good girl and undress." He commands.

I hold his eye contact for a moment before slipping my clothes off. He removes his jacket and top. I stand before him completely bare; my nipples already peaked.

He steps towards me, plucking one of my buds between his fingers and then the other, rolling them gently between his fingers, only to pinch them harshly. I let out a pained whine.

"You want to be a brat, you get treated like one." He whispers in my ear. He pushes me onto the bed and spreads my thighs with his knees, pinning my stretched out arms to either side of me.

“Don’t fucking move.” He grits.

I let out a sigh, obeying his words while watching him sift through a drawer and bring up a black bundle of rope. I could feel my own slick running down the inside of my thighs at the prospect of what was going to happen.

"Tim—" A slap to my heat stops me short, and my legs raise up with a yelp.

"What are you supposed to call me?" He hovers his face close to mine, his fingers lazily rubbing my clit in circles. I let out a whimper, feeling his rock hard length on the side of my thigh.

"Sir." I breathed out. He brings his hand down hard again, now against my now exposed ass, gripping my hips and pulling my legs open again.

"You can be such a good girl when you want." He wraps the rope around one ankle before moving on to the other, smearing wet kisses down my neck before moving to my wrists. He lifts my head and secures his black tie around my eyes from the chair beside me.

I feel him crawl between my legs, kissing both my thighs before placing a chaste kiss on my dripping slit. My breathing picks up from the anticipation.

I won’t beg.

He teases, blowing cool air on my hot core. I moan, trying to lift my hips only to have the rope completely restrict them. I felt goosebumps litter my entire body and let out a loud sigh when I felt his tongue on my clit, finally.

He slides his middle finger across my folds before dipping it into my hole and curling it upwards. My whimper betrays my train of thought.

"So wet and I've barely touched you, mon amour,”

What was I saying before?

I can’t help the moans and whimpers leaving me as he sloppily makes out with my heat. I felt his hand travel up my body to find my breast. He gives a squeeze before rolling my nipple between his fingers. Not being able to see only intensifies the sensations. The sound of him lapping my juices while thoroughly fucking his spit into me with his fingers was driving me to my breaking point.

"Gonna cum?" He ponders adding another finger and speeding up his movements. I feel his mouth wrap around my other nipple along with the grazing of his teeth.

“Mmm- gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ I arch my back, the ropes digging into the flesh they touch. The pain and pleasure of it all had me clenching around his digits like a vice.

"Timothée-" I nearly scream, and he pulls away completely, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. I let out a string of whimpers.

“Not my name, Bunny.” He grips my jaw.

“Please sir, please, please-“ I try to rub my thighs together to get release, only making the ropes dig in deeper.

"That won’t help you now," His tone is sickly sweet, and he kisses my cheek, saying, "You're such a desperate slut, aren't you?" He slaps where he kisses lightly.

He slots himself between my legs again. I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my bundle of nerves. I writhe against my restraints at the teasing.

“You want it? Beg.” He continues humping into me.

Gladly.

“Want it so badly. So fucking bad." I whimper as tears start to form in my eyes, dampening the fabric.

I feel his fingers working the ropes off my ankles, traveling to remove the silky fabric on my eyes as well. The light makes me squint before wincing.

He grips the back of my knee as he lines himself back up with my entrance and pushes in, gripping the other knee with his free hand and leaning forward. Suddenly, he’s pushing inside me. We share a guttural moan as he fully bottoms out, filling me from wall to wall.

“So fucking tight-“ He drops his head to bite and suck the skin on my neck, thrusting into me painfully slowly. I can hear my own wetness with each stroke, the head of his length brushing up against every nerve within me.

"Been dying for me to fuck this attitude outta you, huh?" He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into me, repeating the action.

My eyes roll back, “Like a whore.” He picks up speed, I let myself get more lost in oblivion.

“Your whore." I moan, grabbing onto the rope for leverage. I feel myself falling over the edge, and just as soon as I clench, I feel him pull out. The loss of contact makes me cry out in protest.

“There’s my dumb little baby.” He coos. He bottoms out once more, pistoning his hips at an ungodly speed, I nearly scream as he hits just the right spot. I feel myself clenching again.

“Please. “ I sob.

Please make me cum. Please let me.

“I’m gonna cum.” I warn.

He doesn’t answer and instead brings his thumb to rub my clit, still fucking into me with full force, “Yeah?”

“Can I please cum, sir?” I slur through moans.

“Cum for me,” I capture him between my thighs with every ounce of muscle, my most intimate parts contract around his own.

I can only repeat his name over and over, the three syllables rolling off my tongue like a prayer. The sheets feel warm and wet.

“Oh fuck meee.” Timotheé drawls, my arousal continues pouring from my heat. His hips stutter and he hurries himself completely inside me.

“So good, I- ah- so fucking good.” He whimpers as he fills me to the brim with his seed. I moan at the feeling of being completely full for the first time in months.

He stays within me, not caring how sweaty and out of breath, how exhausted he is— he lifts himself to meet my gaze.

“I won’t be so nice next time, Bunny.”

[blole-hack]

max omg, yk the nickname situation regarding katsuki and izuku as toddlers, well?? forgot that katsuki also literally only cared that izuku couldn't read as well as he could ("you mean you can't?" directed at izuku, glancing back at izuku, really tightening his izuku goggles as much as damn possible). and that even if in that situation katsuki was just looking for attention from his peers and to tease izuku, that means he was specifically enthralled by izuku's attention and also implies that he subconsciously thought izuku was worthy of attention from him and wanted a reaction out of him. and THEN katsuki then proceeds to continue using the nickname for izuku whilst hiding under the flimsy false pretense that he thinks izuku's dumb and useless which we both know is him being full of shit. i'm not even exaggerating when i say my boy is and always has been obsessed. i'm. having so much brainrot rn

edit: FOR CONTEXT for what i will say below READ @justawhoresblog 's post here first

OlivER Oh my god YEAHHH YOURE RIGHT QJDJWJJSW

HES SO ATTENTION SEEKING

in some way he does want izuku to admire him, because he wants to show that hes better than him *at stuff* and only him.

like "can you do that izuku? lol u cant"

its not just "hah u suck" but also "hah izuku im better than you, seE"

to connect with the recent chapters;

Man, his feelings for him really run deep and complex

He wants izuku to think that he's better than him, because he wants Izuku to look up to him and think he's great. Which means he wants Izuku's attention, subconsciously even since he was a kid.

Hes afraid of izuku surpassing him, because hes afraid of being left behind by izuku. He's afraid of that because he wants to be with Izuku. But he's also scared of Izuku which is why he wanted to push him away,, but that's exactly why he's afraid of izuku surpassing him. So he also wanted Izuku to back down and be afraid of him instead, but it also gets complicated because he also wants Izuku's attention.

Maybe its because deep down he really thinks he isn't good enough. No matter how arrogant he looks he really has a twisted sense of self worth. Deep down he really seeks Izuku's approval, which ties into (his almost final moments-)

He wants to be perfect as how everyone expected him to be, but its more important to him that

He also kept comparing himself Izuku, but that makes sense because you want to make someone you deem awesome admire you, and since they're awesome to you you want to be better than them too, especially with all the societal pressure in MHA.

in the words of Lil Nas X, "I wanna fuck with those I envy. I envyy-"/j im sorry

AND NOW HE DOESNT WANT TO BE AHEAD NOR BEHIND DEKU

he FINALLY ACCEPTED THAT HE JUST WANTS TO BE BY HIS SIDE

FUCK BEING BETTER AND BEING THOUGHT OF AS A BIG DEAL THAT THE STRONG WANTS TO FIGHT AGAINST

Fuck being better than deku

in SHORT WOW bakugo has had bakudeku angst longer than deku???

and also MORE PARALLELS

Since Deku's admiration to Bkg and All might both foil and parallel one another

Bkg's admiration to Deku and All might also both foil and parallel one another (the desire to surpass them...but deep down actually really looks up to the other? i mean it was obvious in the case of All Might but he DID keep it suppressed and hidden) but idk thats a topic for another dayyy OR for someone else to cover since I'm too shy to write actual metas

AND THIS may BACK UP THE CASE FOR DEKU NOT BEING MEANT AS MALICIOUS AT FIRST! And the other scenes and in the "de-izuku" moments because he subconsciously refered to him as such in times he didnt have bad feelings towards him anymore. It might have just started as a way for Bkg to get attention from him.

For (younger) Bkg, everyone else was already, by default extras compared to him. It is by default that he's better than everyone else. It is only Deku (and kind of All Might and other adults but they arent peers so it doesnt count) that he ACTIVELY TRIES TO PROVE he's better than him. And thats because he sees something in him. (which is obvious now in hindsight now that he explicitly said how he feels but man was i dense THE SIGNS WERE THERE ALL ALONG)

Also man rewatching some parts of the Bkg vs Uraraka fight

the reason why he was so passionate about defeating her is partially because of deku right

"Don't underestimate me" he told her. But iirc he kinda had no reason to besides *looks at deku*

how he thought Deku was looking down on him. man i didnt even cover that yet

one's thoughts abt how someone they like feels about them gets warped by their insecurities

an added oof the balance of all of BKG's complicated feelings. Its precisely that he thought that someone he wanted to like him ACTUALLY looked down on him made him so upset at deku right?????

RIGHT

WAIT

if thats NOT GAY WHAT IS WHAT ISSS-

[mushiewrites]

could you do lee sapnap with 💖 and 🐷?

Have a great day/night :]

My lil sapnap 🥺 he is actually one of my favorite people in the world he is so precious and i LOVE HIM SM 😭 thank u for sending this in Elliot! 💞

word(s) / prompts from this post!

Sapnap couldn't remember the last time he laughed this hard. Although with George drilling his nimble fingers under his arms like he was, Sapnap wasn't sure he'd be able to remember his own name at this point.

The youngest boys head was thrown back against Dream's chest, twisting his body and trying his best to dislodge the blonde boys hold from around his waist in order to get one of his arms free to stop George. Even though his arms were technically being held down against his sides, George was able to keep his fingers right on the center of his armpits, poking and prodding with calculated pressure that he knew would make Sapnap scream.

"P-Plehease Ge-EORORGE!" Dream could tell Sapnap was reaching his breaking point as his cries and begging became a little more raspier, a little more desperate. He moved one of his arms from its place against Sapnap's waist to tap at George's shoulder, getting the oldest boys attention and causing him to slow down the tickles. This allowed for Sapnap to take in some much needed air, however it still tickled like hell nonetheless.

"Okahay okay, Sap. Don't worry. He's done," Dream chuckled when George let out an overdramatic huff of disapproval at the blonde ruining his fun. He released his hold completely from Sapnap as George removed his hands from under his arms and both older boys watched as Sapnap all but melted back into Dream, still lost in a world of giggles. As he was calming down, Dream tapped on his arm, getting the smaller boys attention and getting a grunt of acknowledgement as his eyes remained closed.

"I wanna show George one more thing, is that okay?" Sapnap thought for a minute, still attempting to regulate his breath. He was about to protest, but knew that Dream knew him better than anyone else - he would never push him farther than he wanted to go. After a few more seconds of battling with his thoughts, he agreed, nodding his head and letting out a nervous giggle as George and Dream switched places.

"Okay George, so obviously you saw how to wreck our precious little Sapling here," Dream began, earning an irritated "hey!" from the younger at the nickname. "But I'm gonna show you something even better - how to get him to snort."

"Ohoho come on Dream, dohohon't show him that!" Sapnap pleaded half-heartedly, a small gasp escaping his mouth as he felt Dream place his hands on his hips. Dream gave a preemptive squeeze to his hips, letting out a chuckle himself when Sapnap bucked violently into the air. His head flew back against George's shoulder, almost whacking him square in the nose and making the oldest boy yelp as he just barely dodged it.

"No, Dream, DO show me that. After Sapnap almost just bashed my face in, he deserves it. But let's get moving here before he actually breaks my nose." Dream giggled brightly at George's complaints, but decided it would be best to just dive in head first. With that, he gave another squeeze to Sapnap's hips. Then another. Then another.

The fifth squeeze was apparently enough to break through Sapnap's tough exterior he was pretending to have, because the smaller boy burst out into high pitched giggles, littered with tiny snorts here and there whenever Dream squeezed over a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves that resided over his hip bones.

"Oh my gosh, Sapnap, you're like a little piglin!" George was cackling as Sapnap began to blush, squeezing his eyes shut and turning to try and hide his face against George's neck as his arms were trapped in the brunettes grasp.

"He is a little piglin, isn't he?" Dream watched his best friends fondly, one dying of giggles and snorts, the other teasing the hell out of him knowing damn well Sapnap would get his revenge once he got his stamina back.

And even if Dream knew that after all of that, Sapnap and George would eventually team up against him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[dizzyiscrocodile]

Cueently in love wiyh this lego man. look ag the art. HAH TOUVE BEEN TRICKED INTO READING MY HEADCANNONS lmao i havent even finished this show?

-Pan -He / Him / ey / em -Polyamorous -He’a dating MK and Mei and they all live together, Mei is bi and MK is gay. Mei and MK might be queer platonic partners? unsure. news to come. point is theyre both dating this lil walmart zuko

He’s seriously coping with family issues, and still struggles to have a healthy relationship with his father.

He was trained as a wepond and soldier to help bring back his demon bull father. he never wanted to fight, he was kinda desperate to prove his inventiveness and sciency/mathy talent could also help dad, but rlly that didnt work out.

He’s kind of ashamed of his demonic heritage, struggling with an identity crisis about if hes a “ good ” or ” bad ” guy and what his demon side has to do with this

He works out, like, a lot, to get out his pent up anger. alot of it is stuff he burried down from his childhood, being molded into a person he didn’t want to be, or just the pressure of livimg up to his legacy. hes really trying to work on it; he has a nice therapist now. He likes boxing when working out

oh, and MK has a therapist too thank the lawrd man has stress issues

Anxiety / autism becuase hes autistic and i said so . the whole cast is autostic they all are YIPEEEEE

he likes electro (idk he gives me mysterysculls fan vibes) , folkpunk and of course traditional cultural music.

He calls MK ”noodles” affectionately now. MK has a lot of nicknames for redson. ex: Chilipepper, Firecracker, ect

he gets really freaked out when in a VR headset lmao

he wears glasses becuase of lught sensory issues and not becus he has vision issues.

Lmao thats it. actually— if you have any,,,, spicynoodle or dragonfruit fanfic recs? 👀 -Angst encouraged. May even draw u if you give me a few solid ones

[seijohsbabe]

omg imagine daddy iwa. like...he’s no longer with your mother meaning divorced, but you get to visit him every weekend! it’s so much fun and it’s your favorite part of the week because he stuffs you full of his load. 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

(mom gets suspicious everytime you come back home with a blush and grin)

canyouwritethisplease

a/n: Omg yes!!!! Thank u so much to be my first ask, it made me so happy c: Daddy iwa is 🥵 (I’m sorry if it’s kinda short)

Ship: Dad!Iwaizumi x f!Reader

Tw: incest, daddy kink, dubcon, choking, overstimulation, (Reader is in college)

Wordcount: 2,0k

When you were called down by your parents and they looked you in the face, you had expected everything except that.

"We're going to divorce." The words rang in your head to this day. When your father moved out and you stayed with your mother alone, you couldn't help but cry. He hugged you tightly and whispered in your ear, "You can visit me every weekend." And so you did. It's been like this for two years and you're always happy to go to see him. The weekends were full of fun. But at a certain time, you are looking forward to the weekends even more. Every time you came back to your mum, with red cheeks and a big grin on your face. She just raised her eyebrows at you, but your dad specifically forbade you to talk to anyone about it, and you did. It was also the reason you didn't want a boyfriend. You were safe with Daddy and that was enough for you.

This weekend it was time again. You packed your things and stood at the door to say goodbye to your mum. Since there were only two stations by train, you didn’t have to wait long until you finally see his face again. With fast steps, you jump from the train to bring the way between the house and the train station behind you. Excited you ring the house to which you have already been a lot. Long you did not have to wait until he opened the door. "Daddy!!" You screamed loud, while you hugged him. His strong muscular arms put themselves around your -in contrast to him- small body, while he buried his face on your head to smell your scent "Princess, I've already missed you." He muttered against your hairline, while he pulled you into the house, and sat us on the couch.

As he sat with two jars next to you and pat his thigh while smiling at you. "Come here Princess, I've missed you." The nickname let your middle tingle, while you crawled over to him, and placed yourself on his strong thighs, while you put your hands around his neck. His hands in turn placed on your thighs and drove up and down, well-considered that your skirt slipped higher and higher.

"I've missed you so much daddy, please take care of me." Your voice became more and more desperate, but Iwaizumi only chuckled while he continued to drive over your thighs with his big strong hands and put them on your hips. "Oh my little girl, I’ve missed you too, but your so eager today, aren’t you?" he said while pushing you down and rubbing you against something hard. Of course you knew what it was and it made you whine. All week you couldn't think of anything else but to be filled by him.

Very slowly he let your skirt go up until he could see your dressed cunny. When he tore your underpants with one hand, you were startled briefly. "Already so wet for daddy huh?" he said, looking at your glistening cunt which screamed literally to be filled. His finger grazed through your cunt to collect all your wetness.

"Yes Daddy just for you", you answered while you looked him in the eyes. His eyes, they had something that enchanted you every time.

He brought his finger up to bring it before your mouth. You knew what to do, so you took his finger in your mouth and licked it clean, while you looked him in the eyes. When he took his finger back to him again, he put his hand around your face and stroked you with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, the missing warmth of his touch. Without a word, he lifted you by your thighs, which made you scream briefly.

"Well I'm gonna fill you up real‘ good today Princess.“

Your lower abdomen tickled now, and you couldn’t stop the urge to kiss him, while he walked you two to his bedroom. Your hands grabbed his hair to pull him even more into you. It was a passionate kiss which the two of you shared. You knew all this was wrong, but since he asked you once, to make you feel better after a hard breakup, of course, you said yes because Daddy always made you feel better.

And since then you couldn’t stop thinking of him and his big cock which filled you always so nice.

Your kiss just didn't end, it was like time stood still until he put you on the bed and stood over you and looked down at you with a big grin on his face. Your eyes spoke a thousand words. You wanted him. Now. Of course, he didn't let himself be told twice and pulled his shirt over his head, and immediately afterward pulled your skirt off your legs. You were impatient and you didn't hid it either, because you were immediately on your knees to help him a little, but he just shook his head and let you get up again. Your questioning look at him made him giggle. "Oh baby, I've missed you, I just want to fill you up right now." While he pushed you back onto the bed, to let you lay on your back. His hands started moving over your cunt to go even higher until it got to your shirt and pulled it over your head. Your bra fell to the floor quickly too. Now completely naked, hair lying around you, cunt dripping, you looked like an angel to Iwaizumi, sent by the gods. His angel belonged only to him and gave him redemption.

Your gaze held Iwaizumi's while he took off his sweatpants, including his underpants. It was clear to see how much he missed you. His cock stood straight up, the tip leaking with pre-cum, while he gave it a few pumps until he laid over you, his strong muscular arms from years of training next to your head while he looked down at you, and entered you with one push. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Your hands gripped his upper arms. After the first bump, he couldn't pull himself together and groaned. His tip kissed your cervix perfectly with every thrust. It made you moan and drive your nails down into its skin as your eyes rolled back.

Out of nowhere, he started pounding into you at an incredibly fast pace. It was unclear to you how he could bring so much power into his thrusts in this position, but it felt so good.

"D-Daddyyyy." You moaned as he got faster and faster. One of his hands had now moved further down to play with your sensitive nipple.

"Cum for me Princess, come on.“

It was just so much to feel for you right now. You could feel every inch of his length in you. And with a final snap, you finally came, pulling your walls tightly around him while you kept repeating "Daddy" until it was just a whisper. He let you ride your high while he watched your face with eagle eyes.

When you came back down he leaned over you and began to pick up his pace again. During this, he looked for your wrists to hold them together over your head with one hand. "Fuck your just so tight." he hissed while his pace quickened. The slapping of your skin echoed in the room, mixed with your moans, and Iwaizumi‘s groans.

"I'm gonna cum into you." Your walls clenched around him. "Oh, you like that? My Lil cumslut. Always so eager for my cum.“

His free hand pressed onto your lower belly. "Fuck, Do you feel that?I can feel my cock right here“ he pressed again, but you couldn't answer him because of his cock going in and out and your ever-growing knot that will soon explode for the second time. His hand continued to slide down until he reached your clit and put pressure on it. And with one more powerful push, you both came at the same time. Long white ropes splattered your walls white while your walls basically pumped him out. His hips rolled in and out of you at a slow pace while you were still too much in ecstasy to notice that he was rolling you over to let himself lay on the back while you were on top of him. His penis still inside you, he lifted you up to let you fall on him in one quick motion. Your eyes widened and a loud moan escaped you.

"S 'too much Daddy-" you've mumbled. His hands caressed your back while he praised you.

Slowly he lifted you to see you straight in front of him again. "Princess, I said beforehand I would fill you up, do you think I lied?" You shook your head. "Well then, ride me like a good girl come on.“

Your hands planted themselves on his strong chest to lift you up and sink you down again. You didn't have much strength but you were still trying to build up a pace.

But this was probably not enough, because Iwaizumi put his hand around your neck and squeezed it once. "So tired already? Come on you can do more.“ But you just shook your head. Being able to say something would not have been possible because your air supply was getting tighter. "You have to do everything by yourself," he mumbled to himself. And with that, he planted his feet on the bed, while he put his hands on your hips. Without being able to say another word, he pounded into you again. His length slid along your walls, you could feel each of his veins, even his tip which, as always, hit your point perfectly every time. Your hands tried to hold his shoulders while the stars came back to your vision. "Fuck- Daddy's so big" Your hands clung to his strong shoulders and it seemed he would never stop his pace at this rate.

His eyes tightened as you tightened your hands on his shoulders. "I'm cumming, I’m cumming, I’m- fuck." And that brought you to your third orgasm for today. Your senses were numb, your walls clammed around him while he was still chasing his climax. But he didn't have to wait long for it when he came into you with a final snap, and shot his second load cum into you, and immediately pulled himself out of you, to let you lay next to him in his arms. His cum just dripped out of you, but it felt incredible to have finally been filled again. Your eyes closed because you were too tired to move a centimeter now.

"Was it Good Princess?" He chuckled while he put back your hair that was hanging in your face. "Mhm, I've missed Daddy's cock so much." You mumbled into a pillow. But that wouldn't be the last time, because tomorrow was another day. When you come back home you have to make sure to walk upright after the many laps you two did over the weekend, because the last thing you two need is when your mum scoops up what you did.

[jiminrings]

can we get a fratboy Jimin and good girl oc with pinning from both sides 👀 ahhhh thank u in advance love ur writing!!

cherry king

drabble week: day four

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pairing: fratboy!jimin x goody two-shoes!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

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“next!”

great!! the line’s moving :D

that’s only like the 87th time jimin has heard the word next and it makes him wonder how much more would it take him to bring him to the front

(it’s actually only been 14 times and jimin might just be a self-admitted impatient bitch!!!)

he understands that yes, it’s ten in the evening!!! and reasonably-large stores/pharmacies like these can have less staff at the time compared to ten in the morning

sure, checkout machines and cashier lanes could be broken down!! or they could just not be open at all

jimin gets that alright, maybe the self-checkout machines are close at this time of the night because it is ten in the evening

what’s not clicking in his mind, however is that at the exact time that he comes here

as in the EXACT time that he’s here (!!!) — there happens to be dozens of people in a store at ten in the evening, and there happens to be a grand total of one (1) cashier lane

atleast random store music would be entertaining :((( all he hears are the beeps of a scanner and the chatter of groups of people who came here

jimin was eavesdropping on some guys in front of him and he wAS invested but lmao turns they were just discussing the plot of die hard or any testosterone-jacked movie like it

he’s also tried looking at the smaller middle-aged woman’s phone in front of him who’s scrolling through her facebook feed, but quickly decides against continuing it

because what if u could see his face and when she turns it off, she’d see a college guy deeply-invested in the baloney article she was reading about how subway sandwiches are the work of the devil

so uh yeah he’s just looking everywhere besides the front, back, and the sides of him and in all angles basically

he’s,,,,, aimlessly scrolling through his instagram feed he’s already scrolled through tHREE times and his explore’s page a little too dry

it’s a good thing that jimin’s entirely sure he’s the nosiest person out of this line and no one else is trying to figure him out

might be wrong though

“cherry king?”

hold the fuck on

jimin’s eyes widen, head snapping up and clueless to the fact that he doesn’t look discreet at all, and his head-cocking’s the most movement he’s done the whole time in this store

WHO’S SAYING HIS NICKNAME?????

it can’t be a coincidence either because as far as he’s concerned, there isn’t anything named cherry king that’s being sold here

there is literally NO other plausible scenario happening here besides the fact that someone who knows him is in the store!!!!

his gaze falls to the person behind him, brows knitted in confusion until it clicks

oh

that was you?

“jimin? huh, it really is you. i thought i was losing my mind for a second.”

“y/n?”

okay maybe hE’S the one who’s losing his mind here

he knows you!! you’re the smart girl in his year who’s known for being pristine and stuff!! you’re like the good-est girl he’s ever known and heard of

.... quick question lads is that weird to know someone by

“you could’ve just called me by my name, y’know,” jimin chuckles heartily, still a little dumbfounded to see you here but he’s grateful for the interaction nonetheless

you look casual today?? like you still look like yourself but everyone else would think it’s an out-of-body experience to see you out of your pretty dresses and monochromatic get-ups

it’s you..,.. in a hoodie three sizes larger than your size with your pristine shoes traded in for socked-feet wearing slides

jimin thinks that you look like grace under pressure

“i wasn’t sure,” you smile right back and it’s the first time he realizes that there’s glasses atop your nosebridge, softening your image more from the usual composed look you carried

“how were you sure enough to say my nickname out-loud though?”

jimin questions you, bringing light to how he’s wearing a plain white shirt and is looking as relaxed as ever with how he’s dressed — his hair long enough to be put into a messy sprout of a bun

you clear your throat, the amusement bubbling in your scratchy throat

“you have yourself as your lockscreen, jimin.”

oh my gOD

he winces when you say it, eyes screwing shut in embarrassment that he whines in pain with how direct you put it

“n-no way — fuck you respectfully, y/n. i-i’m not- i’m changing it right now!!”

does he look the vainest person alive rn

the way he has a mini freakout entertains you to your core, giggles unable to be suppressed as he finds the latest-taken picture he has of dogs that he comes across with

that’s 10/10 an experience he doesn’t want to repeat again

“it’s okay. i won’t tell anyone.”

he hears you reassure and he believes you, a flustered blush on his cheek still as he coughs to make up for a diversion topic he couldn’t think of

frankly, you’re getting bored too and jimin’s the only form of entertainment you have because using your phone atm would be too disorienting

“what are you doing here, by the way?”

your head tilts in query and he’s relieved that you address something else, not being relieved seconds later when he realizes his answer

“just a little supply run for our frat. we weren’t supposed to run out of things for three more days, so this is just a lil emergency haul for awhile.”

you nod in understanding, glancing down at his basket and uh

uhm 1/4 of the space is literally occupied by boxes of condoms

....

......

jimin’s confused to why you turn silent, thinking that he must’ve gotten boring to continue talking to until he follows your gaze to his basket

NO WAY?!]>|>]%%[%]%]

“i-it’s not l-like that!!!” he crouches and immediately gets the food and the bottles of shampoo and conditioner to bury the condoms in the bottom of the pile, attractively getting more attention from you who’s ready to let it go

“i-it’s not — it’s ours — n-no!! t-they just gave me a list and i just put it because it’s on the list b-but like it wasn’t my-...”

how many more times will the universe fuck jimin up in front of the person he has a lil happy crush on

you only smile meekly, tilting your head and he thinks this is the part where you tell him how much of a douche he is

"y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

:O

“t-that?” jimin clarified albeit confused, thinking back to his nickname as he tries to rapidly connect the dots to not look like a fool

cherry king? that?? what do you-

WAIT WHAT

“nO!! o-of course not!!”

he almost shrieks and his voice sounds ultimately defensive, shaking his head no

why does he look so frantic

“hey, hey, i believe you! — calm down, jimin. you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

whew

fuck

but he argues that it iS the truth though!!!

but why won’t you just ask him why he’s called cherry king though >:(

you’re already content with the silence after the conversation but he isn’t, still wanting more

is it so bad that he wants redemption D:

“how about you? what are you doing here?”

you don’t answer instantly and it’s because you’re nudging jimin to continually walk, the cashier looking much more visible now as he’s nearer in line

he takes a look at the handful of things that’s in your basket —

electrolytes, hot pockets, soup, cup noodles and fever patches...?

“oh. i think i’m running a fever.”

what???

what are you doing here aLONE if you think you’re running a fever???

he’s not gonna lie about the fact that you don’t look too good

what if you pass out and no one’s there for you and all the graveyard shift employees do is put a wet floor sign around your figure???

“y/n?? what are you doing here alone then?? are you oUT of your mind??”

the panic in jimin’s voice is clear as day and you’re a little startled, instead responding to tapping him on the shoulder to point that he’s already the one on the cashier

what he does is grab your basket before he is, putting it in front of the conveyor belt because he couldn’t even wait for it to roll out

“i said i think i’m running a fever.”

jimin stops from simultaneously rummaging for his rewards card and putting his items on the counter to unceremoniously drop the box of condoms down jUST to put his hand on your forehead

“you are.”

you surely don’t think low of jimin but you can’t help be surprised either at his concern for you when this is the only time you’ve had a conversation with him!!!

“you drove here?” he asks in seriousness, sending you a look while waiting for the total amount

“walked. the airconditioning makes me even more sick,” you answer with no fuss because even thinking about car fresheners while you’re sporting a fever makes you want to gag. “let me-...”

jimin already pays for both your items in cash, getting them bagged separately as he’s not gonna take no for an answer for what he’s gonna propose next

“then i’ll keep the windows down. i’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

he grabs both your bags in one hand and uses the other to beckon you over, holding you still because it’s dark out and a fever vision wouldn’t exactly help

it’s only when he straps you in and (true to his word) puts the windows down and starts his car that you start asking

“why are you doing this for me?”

why IS he doing this for you??

jimin thinks about his answer in a second

“would you do the same for me?”

well

if you were in front of him at a godforsaken line, had yourself as your lockscreen, realize that jimin’s behind you with a fever and is by himself in a store at 10 in the evening

“of course i would.”

jimin smiles, steering away from his parking spot

“then i would too.”

( ♡ )

maybe you’re thinking of jimin

no wait you’re dEFINITELY thinking of jimin

you’re much better now and your fever’s already subsided enough for you to go back to class!!!

the whole interaction with him was three days ago and maybe your head is just full of him at this point

“are you sure you’re okay to handle this by yourself??”

jimin worries when he drops your bag to your hands, briefly coming inside your dorm to set it down

“mhmm. i’ll just sleep it out.”

“i think if you’re missing a couple of steps.”

you snort as his paranoid features, waving him off. “i’ll eat. then go to the bathroom. and then sleep.”

okay good enough

“what if this just-“ jimin trails off, his expansive mind suddenly running as he points to your chest, “stops????”

cute

“i have a smart watch.”

“would you put me as one of the emergency contacts? please?”

he’s making you take down his number without malice because jeez he’s gENUINELY worried!!!!

it may not always be great sharing a house with his frat brothers, but he knows that if he has a fever, atleast half of them would dote over him and you have atleast one who would go into hysterics!!! it’e a full package!!

“i’ll be okay, jimin. i’ll call you when i need someone to hand me my puke bucket.”

“please do. i’m not even kidding. get better now because i miss your dresses.”

o_O

uhm

“n-no i meant your usual style!! wait, not that there’s anything wrong w-with your style right now. i-i was-...”

“yeah. i miss them too. now go home, jimin.”

“you sure?”

u never really had the impulse to invite a guy to go inside your place but maybe now you do

“mhmm. drive safe.”

okay

:-)

“good night, y/n. call me whenever.”

classes were a bit rough today because you’re still easing yourself on getting back to the groove of things, but it was tolerable!!!

you’re getting your key out of your backpack when a lock clicks open a couple doors away from you, the hinge noisily squeaking

it’s jimin who leaves it, with seri who’s the actual occupant of the dorm leaning on the doorframe

“y/n—!”

he squeaks the moment his eyes land on you

your hand automatically waves, the same meek smile for him to see

“jimin.”

( ♡ )

the last interaction you had with him is still on jimin’s mind, a whole week later

it’s been bothering him recently that you know what it looks like the last time around!!!! but he could swear up and down that it wasn’t

he just feels this great urge to explain even if you haven’t asked

“oh. so we have to move out for the time-being?”

jimin clarifies with namjoon, the head of the frat, and he’s met with a solemn nod

it makes sense!!!

the house got checked today and there were mULTIPLE fire hazards!!! and it needs to be fumigated anyway under new campus protocol so it indeed makes sense

practically everyone's going home because it’s a long weekend anyway because of a holiday

and he’s not sure if he wants to take the same route.

“hi.”

jimin squeaks the moment you open your door, surprise evident on your face but not shock to the point you’d close the door on him

“jimin?”

okay maybe he’s gonna go straight to explaining

“frat house needed to be closed because of some complications, and it wouldn’t be open to us for another three days. most of the guys are coming home,” jimin clears his throat, his head down while he shyly scratches the back of his ear, “i have one, but i’m not sure if i wanna.”

oh

it’s that problem

it takes one, two seconds before it all registers in your head, nodding surely

“you can take my bed. i’ll take the couch, it’s a pull-out anyways.”

you open the door for him widely and the only thing you ask if he’s had dinner and if he’d like some

god you’re really throwing him in a loop here

it’s after a batch of your cooking that jimin’s only ache is why you were the way that you were, half-dazed the whole time he’s met you properly

“why do you never ask me?”

“hmm?” you hum as you dry the dishes that you’ve used, wanting to get it done as soon as possible so your full attention would be on him

no, actually. jimin WANTS you to pry!!

he wants you to worm your way into his privacy and into the confines of his mind

but it seems like you’ve already did without even asking.

“ask me why i’m called the cherry king.”

you tilt your head in confusion, that time playing in your head of why jimin looked confused when you didn’t continue to ask further

maybe you’ll indulge him

“why are you called the cherry king?”

jimin smiles, leaning to your couch with his arms relaxed

“we did secret santa for christmas at our frat house. taehyung thought it would be nice if he pranked me by gifting me a jar full of cherries, but i thought that was his actual gift, and i liked it to the point that i finished it in one sitting.”

tHAT’S ACTUALLY PRETTY ENDEARING

cute, even

“ask me why i came out of seri’s apartment last week.”

oh that’s.,.,. that’s a bit higher in level compared to nicknames

“why did you come out of seri’s apartment last week?”

“because seri’s the ex-girlfriend of hoseok, my frat brother, and he wanted me to return all her stuff because he doesn’t want to be reminded of his cheating ex.”

well that was definitely weighted

jimin plays with the hem of his shirt, the words tumbling out of his mouth

“ask me why i love you.”

why do you wHAT

your mouth drops open, the new position you took on the other end of the couch taking an impact on him

“w-why do you love me?”

jimin’s a lot of things but he’s not drunk tonight

he doesn’t know why he’s letting his feelings slip either, but it’s the bottomless need that he feels when he’s around you

“i feel wanted. i feel needed.”

he smiles cheerfully even if he feels shy dropping this on you all of a sudden

“not sure if you want me nor need me, but i feel welcome with you if that makes sense.”

:)

“you just make me feel loved, i guess.”

jimin looks at you for the first time since he’s opened his mouth, an equally fond look on your face

you said no words but what jimin receives is a gentle tug, your hand on the side of his face until he’s leaning on your shoulder

“i wanna know what's up there.”

he points a finger to your temple, an amused lilt to his tone, “surprise me.”

it’s an unfolding of things that was weeks in the making but months in developing, the distant glances leading you to recognize jimin in the shop in the first place

“i feel the exact same with you,” you answer honestly and it makes his laugh from his chest, his cheeks warm and his heart content

and you just wanna suspend yourselves in this moment forever

“oh! and if i were to lose my virginity to anyone at the moment, it'd be you!!”

...

....

jimin swats at your shoulder to which you only giggle at, a toothy smile on display as this is the warmest he’s ever felt

“i wasn’t kidding!!!”

you yawn when you defend yourself, predicting that you’d fall asleep sooner or later on the couch, but for the time-being, you just stroke jimin’s hair to soothe the both of you

jimin is now the furthest thing from sleepy

"what? you told me to surprise you!!"

[savorysatori]

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. ✗

paring : ushijima x f!reader x tendou.

usage of ‘she/her’ pronouns.

— synopsis : sex with your boyfriend, ushi, was always the same- sometimes even including kinks that you both were fond of, just the usual. yet, what happens when he develops a certain kink to watch his dearest friend fuck you?

content warning: dumbification, non-con, choking, filming, degradation/praise, mentions of anal, blindfolded, oral, use of pet names, sir kink, breast play, biting, dark content.

“Sluts always fall to their knees at the sight of my fingers, dear, what’s so special about you?”

It was a fantasy. That’s all, nothing else. All he did was imagine you withering underneath the touch of his friend’s grasp. It was nothing more, yet, why did he want to make it a reality?

Every glance and stare you gave him, your eyes lingering over the soiled up band-aid’s around his fingers, your thighs clenching together. Ushijima didn't understand. He only observed, watching you closely and the way you interacted with his dear friend. Watching when you purposely slid closer to him during a conversation, all in front of ushi’s eyes. Almost like you didn’t care if he was there.

Yet, here you were laying on his comforter with thin lace draped over the dewy skin of your thighs; nail marks from his rough hands. Giggles leaving your throat like you weren't just eyeing Tendou from his previous practice. It made him mad. Did you completely forget about your seductive gazes going towards Tendou with no shame?

Or were you playing dumb?

“Toshi! Toshi! That t-tickles, ah!”

His calloused palms stopped from running along the curve of your hip, coming to a pause to stare at you, uneasiness settling inside your stomach.

“Babe?-”

“Let’s play a game.” His tone was short & sharp, leaving you no room to question his sudden change of demeanor. You were used to his mood swings but, something like this didn't make you feel good. “I want to try something new, you don't mind, right?”

You shook your head no, of course, you always let your boyfriend explore new kinks because you knew he was curious. Yet, you wish you could go back and change your mind.

The tightness of the material from the ragged towel dug into the side of your cheek, easing a hiss from you. The way the rigid binds locked your arms tightly together - made a new form of excitement fill you up.

Ushijima’s palm was placed on your cheek, running the pads of his thumb against your cheek. You instantly nuzzled against it, sighing in contentment at his soft touch.

“You’ll be a good girl for me right?”

“Yes, of course.” Disobeying him wasn’t a option, you learned to always be careful what you say, especially around Ushijima.

Your shirt was long forgotten. Discarded on the tile floor, along with your bra. Harsh lips were encircled around your nipple, suckling the sensitive flesh. Grazing his teeth against your erect bud, a small hiss left your lips. He’d pull off of it, glistening salvia dripping from both swollen nipples. You’d squirm as he kneaded your soft breast; squeezing it gently and flicking your nipple occasionally to get a rile out of you.

“Ah, u-ushi..!” your nerves were going haywire, brain fuzzy and hard to understand. He’d plop a sweet kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of your chapstick. As he places both of his hands on your thighs, each finger gripping the supple flesh and spreading your legs apart; gawking in awe at your sweet cunt already drooling onto the satin sheets. Before he could finally soothe away the ache between your thighs, a voice speaks up.

“My Turn.”

The voice was low and breathy, if you leaned closer it would also sound child-like. It didn't take long for you to recognize the voice. You twisted around in the binds, squirming to try and get them off of you.

“At least let me prep her first.” nothing was coming to you, you couldn't decipher what was happening. Nothing was clicking in your brain, ‘what was happening right now?’

“Prep? You've had her for so long, I’m sure she's used to your cock now, if so - she’ll be used to mine as well.”

Tendou.

Ushijima’s hands were dusted off your thighs as he sat back, watching everything unfold.

Tendou inched closer to you, peering down at your obvious confused state, eyes creased together with a frown stretched onto your lips, how cute. He’d squeeze both your cheeks together, leaning down to whisper in a honey-like voice,

“I don’t tolerate bad girls kitten, don’t mess this up for yourself, yeah?” His words were sharp, nothing like you’ve heard before. He papped your left cheek and stood up, pleased to see you nod obediently, becoming completely powerless to him with just setting authority. “She’s a good one Toshi, make sure to keep her because if you don't, I'll just snatch her up!”

Ushi grunted as Tendou smirked, even more, turning his attention back to you and swiping a finger over your lips. “Let’s get started, yeah?”

Whatever clothes were on him were long gone, tossed onto the floor. His fingers digging into your scalp, gripping it tightly as you warm throat hugged his cock. Balls slapping against the under of your chin, spit spluttering everywhere. It was a lewd sight.

“Hey, ushi, you don’t mind if I video her do you?” He’d ask, already pulling out his phone. “Just a lil’ something for later alright sweetheart, hm.”

The way that nickname rolled of his tongue only made you want to please him more, show him how could ease all his problems away with just some oral. Your head moved on its own, your tongue rolling over the thick width of his cock head. His gaze lust-lidded, glossed over with bliss. Gathering all of your loose strands of hair in a ponytail, he’d buck his hips forward and keep the camera trained on your messy face coated in pre-cum.

“F-Fuck- keep going sweetheart, you’re doing so good for a well-trained slut.”

Tendou kept your head in place, catching everything on film as he dumps his thick cum in your mouth, covering your mouth in his semen.

“God damn— little slut knows how to swallow like a pro, aye?”

He pulled out of your mouth, his once hard cock softening to its normal state. Droplets of cum dripped from your mouth as you eagerly swallowed it up, your mouth only watering for more of his cum, for more of his cock. A whine rippled from your lips. You were so hopeless, so desperate, you needed him. Badly.

“Oh? Are ya’ horny for me? Yer’ getting off on your boyfriend’s best friend cock? You’re adorable, baby.” He held the back of your head tight, smearing the rest of his dripping cum onto your swollen lips. “Such a good girl.”

“hngh- Tendou..” your scraped knees dug into the mattress, face pushed against the sheets. You were so pretty, cunt already glistening with shiny arousal and Tendou didn't have to lift one finger, he thought you were so cute.

Ushijima would admit, and he would tell you later — you looked adorable, defenseless under Tendou. Hands restrained with eyes covered, you were weak to his gaze and his hands. Nothing could stop him from doing anything to you, nobody could step in. Not even ushi.

His red hair prickled against your cheek, his hands circling your throat and applying pressure to it slightly. “Yer’ so pretty, sweetheart, all nice and warm f’me back here.” He’d angle your head up to face the camera, the flash of light shining on your messy face. The blindfold came undone around your face and slipped off your eyes, revealing the sparkle of lust gleaming in them.

“T-Tendou, hngh.. please- I want it, so badly.” you were in need for the feeling of his cock inside you, dragging along your silky walls, easing his cock head in and out of you. You wanted it all.

“Sorry sweetheart, I only give cock to good sluts who address me as ‘sir’ anything else, and I see you as nothing but filthy.”

Sir?

The moment you parted your lips, you blurted out the word immediately.

“S-Sir! please, f-fuck—“

A cruel smile sprawled onto Tendou’s face, papping your cheek- he'd push away your thighs to lean closer, pressing asweet kiss to your cunt. His eyes holding a sadistic glint. “Maybe I should fuck this cute hole right here, just to tease ya’ and make you completely melt under me.” He’d coo, his finger pressing against your asshole. You'd twitch and nod your head. You would accept anything from him at this moment, anything to feel the veins of his cock.

You were already wet, nice, and dripping to which he didn't have to prep you. He’d switch you to where you were in a mating position, knees pressed to your chest and face peering up at him, ready to take anything he was going to give. When he sat up, your eyes traveled down to his semi-hard cock, staring in astonishment. The tip is red and bulging, veins pumping through the base — tiny drops of pre-cum leaking from the front.

“Ah, I already know you’ll welcome my cock well, pretty baby.”

Tendou leaned down eye-level, keeping contact with you as he pushed his cock into you, his eyebrows knitting together when your warmth sucked him in nice and tight. You bit your lip, eyes watering up at his size, you wondered how you even took him in.

“W-Wait- too fast.. gentle, please.” Your voice was croaky through whines, eyes twitching with tears when he sunk further into the depths of your cunt.

“Shh, you’ll like it. Just wait, baby.”

With that, he’d thrust into you, forcing his fat head past your tight ring of muscles. You’d yelp as he breached past the barrier, leaving you to babble and sob against the pillow like you did with Ushijima.

“Yer’ squeezing me so tightly, darling.” He leaned down to kiss you sloppily, saliva dripping from your chin the minute he pulled away. He’d runt his hips into you, massaging your thighs while he fucked you stupid, the noises leaving your lips filling him up with pride. “Pretty fuckin’ girl, hugging my cock so w-well, think I might cum right here.”

Shifting his hips, he held your legs up and hit your ‘sweet spot’, pounding into you quickly from then on.

“S-Sir!” Rolled off your tongue delicately, voice breaking down shortly from the immense moaning pouring from your mouth. Skin and skin smacking against each other, Tendou’s cock pulsing in your velvet walls.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, cum for me pretty one. Show me how much you love my cock, c’mon baby - yer’ pussy is gushing all over me, might as well cum.”

His dirty words going in from one ear and going out the other, letters all jumbled up together leaving your mouth. Phrases and babbles for “Sir!” sputtering out. Your mind was in a frenzy, eyes glossed over in a dumb look. You could barely even see with your vision so blurry, everything like a bubbly blur.

Your walls tightened around him as he intensifies his pace, cock slipping in and out of you with a slum of pre-cum everywhere.

“S-Sir! ‘m gonna.. Ten-” anything coherent diminishing from your mind as soon as you came, your cum coating his cock head fully.

Beads of perception rolling down his face, Tendou slipped out from your pussy. Face all sweaty with eyes glazed over with bliss. He’d pump his cock in his hand, stroking the sensitive flesh — your pretty little pants were enough for him, his hand gripping his cock as he unleashed his cum onto your stomach.

“Pretty girl, you look so cute with my cum on your stomach.” He’d coo. Picking up his phone from behind, he snapped a picture of your body, making sure to save it for later.

“Thanks for letting me fuck your girlfriend, tosh, I'll repay the favor later.” Tendou pulled up his pants and papped your cheek like before, grinning down at you. “I’ll see you later sweet cheeks and your pretty pussy.”

Toshi’s eyes watched Tendou leave the room and your fucked out body on his bed, cum smeared on your stomach with fluids everywhere. He wouldn't lie, it was a pretty sight. At least he knew this wouldn't be the last time he fucked you, Toshi knew Tendou always wanted another turn, always wanted the cycle to continue.

[sageinacage]

u guessed it. ponk anon with a ponk prompt. i know No Variety. anyway mercenary squad tickle fight mayhaps? no pressure tho man <3 /gen

Little Grape summary: punz and purpled are pushing each others buttons, and ponk tries to take the role of a mediator. keyword: "tries." a/n: this is just like All tickles bc im too lazy to write a proper intro LOL but i hope u enjoy!! warnings: swearing, pinning down w/c: 1.1k DSMP, Platonic

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Yelling and a side of loud laughter filled the house. Ponk sighed, listening to what he assumed was Punz and Purpled fighting again. He closed his book and shook his head, unable to hold back a small chortle at his friends’ loud situation.

This was a normal occurrence, those two always pushed each other’s buttons, doing whatever it took to piss the other off. Brother-like behavior most would say. The doctor got up and headed to the living room to see what the ruckus was about this time.

He stood at the entrance of the doorway, chuckling softly to himself at the sight.

“Puhuhurp- stohahAHAP!” The blonde cackled, feeling mischievous fingers crawl up his side.

“Good suggestion! Don’t care, though!” Purpled sniggered, finding the soft spot of the man’s stomach. “I personally think you deserve this for being so annoying today. It’ll tire you out! You should be thanking me right now, honestly.”

“What did you do now, Punz?” Ponk crossed his arms, standing a good distance from the two. “N- NOHOTHING! I SWEHEAR!”

The man hummed, not believing that statement. “Purpled, what did he do?” He questioned, looking at the alien. “He wouldn’t stop calling me a little grape, it was getting so fuckin’ annoying!”

Ponk put his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. So this is what they were fighting about now?

“I don’t think that’s fair to kill him, Purpled! Words before actions, bud.” Ponk smiled, Purpled standing up to face him. Punz gave a sigh of relief, using the break to catch his breath on the floor.

“Well, he never listens! I’m not a little grape, I'm a man!” Purpled’s voice squeaked, Ponk slapping his hand over his mouth yet again to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny, huh? Y’think I’m funny?” The alien put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

This boy is so incredibly sassy.

Small giggles consumed Ponk, covering his face as he couldn’t stop the flow of laughter pouring out of him. Purpled smirked, having a new plan.

“Yeah, Ponk?~ Where did all the enthusi-aHAHSM- PUHuhunz!” The boy’s antennae perked up, his body falling back into the other mercenary as he kneaded his digits into his lower ribs.

“Whaaat? Keep sassin’ him, see where that takes you, little grape.” Punz raised an eyebrow, prodding his big hands into Purpled’s waist, earning a high-pitched shriek. “Oh? What, you didn’t forget about me, did you?~”

“SHUHUT UP! Y- Yohohou suhuck!” The alien squealed, kicking his legs out. “Oh, Purpled! Where did all of your enthusiasm go, hmmm?” Ponk grinned, slowly approaching the boy with wiggly fingers.

“GEHET AWAY! PUHUNZ MAHAKE HIM STOHOHAHAP!” Purpled frantically tried to squirm out of the other blonde’s grip, not wanting to face the wrath of Ponk’s tickles. “Why should I? You were the one talking mad shit, I think you deserve it.” Punz shrugged, wiggling his fingers gently between the grooves of his ribs.

The moment Purpled squeezed his eyes shut, he felt another pair of fingers gently vibrate into his stomach. The hysterical shriek it produced made both ticklers stop for a moment and chuckle. “Bad spot, lil' plum?~” Ponk grinned at him, starting to slowly scribble his nails on the sides of Purpled’s belly, making the same frantic giggles start up again.

“Oh? Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?~ D’awwww…” Punz cooed, grazing his fingers along his ribs. Purpled noticed the grip they had on him loosened up, as both the older ones assumed the boy was ‘tickled out.’ That was definitely not the case.

“Aha!” The alien moved his hands behind him, latching it on to whatever he could reach; which happened to be Punz’s side. “SHIHIT! Nohot agahain!” Punz fell back, tripping as Purpled practically tackled the other mercenary to the ground.

“Need some help there, bud?” Ponk asked, only to get an instant nod. He smiled, getting on the ground next to Punz and reeling in his wrists to hold them above his head. The grip was firm, but definitely not firm enough to keep Punz completely stuck. It was still possible to escape, but Punz truly didn’t want to. He was having fun.

“Guhuhuys… y- you dohont haHAHAVE TOHOHO-! PUHUHURP!” The man screeched, cold and nimble fingers sneaking up his hoodie to relentlessly squeeze at his lower waist. “We really do, though! You deserve this after torturing me, asshole,” Purpled wheezed, going for a sweet spot right underneath his belly button.

The screamy laughter it produced was quite entertaining, the poor mercenary’s body going completely limp with the sudden overly-ticklish sensation wracking through it. Ponk, feeling bad for the predicament he put Punz in, decided to let go of his wrists and sit back to watch.

Punz’s hands immediately shot down, lunging at Purpled to wrestle him. “WAIT! Shohouldn’t we gehet Ponk?” Purpled giggled nervously, as Punz was currently straddling him. Punz smiled, giving the boy a nod. “Finally a smart choice from you!” He teased, earning a playful shove back.

Both blondes glared at the other, both of them clad with evil smiles and definitely not good intentions.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh is right, Ponkie!~” Punz lunged at the man and wrestled him to the floor, immediately finding his thighs and gently squeezing. “NOHOhohoho! Quihit ihit!” Ponk’s laughter was breathy but squeaky, if you could describe it in one word it would be ‘happy’.

“'Quit it'? Damn, what is with you guys and bad ideas?!” Purpled teased, sitting next to Ponk and gently digging his fingers into the doctor’s upper ribs. “Ooh, little grape! Go for his waist, trust me.” Punz smiled at Purpled annoyed groan at the nickname, but he complied as he cautiously danced a few fingers over Ponk’s waist.

“PUHUHUHURPLEHED!” Ponk screeched, Purpled giggling at his friend’s reaction. “I’m barely even touching you, dude! Holy shit, this is so good!” The alien laughed with Ponk, digging in a little bit more to earn another shriek.

“Ponk, in all seriousness- I love your laugh. It’s such a nice sound!~” Punz smiled, kneading his fingers into the muscles on his thighs. “SHUHUHUSH! ENOHOUGH YOU TWOHO!” Ponk’s laughter was filled with mostly squeaks, indicating that he was getting tired.

The two mercenaries let up, sitting by their friend. “So, this all started by me calling you a little grape?” Punz grinned at Purpled, the boy furrowing his eyebrows. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘little bitch’ and see how you like it!”

“Guhuys!” Ponk giggled, unsure if he was still giggling from the tickles or if he was giggling at his friends' antics.

“Punz started it!”

“Purpled…”

[hajimine]

LEX’S 2020 APPRECIATION POST PT. II !

— to the lovely moots & followers who i talk to quite often (or pretty much everyday), this one’s for you.

thank u for being in my life, you made my 2020 so so much better. i’m so grateful october lex decided to make a tumblr acc 🥲

i’ll try my best to keep it kinda short 🥲👍

in alphabetical order:

@4fterh0urs — my omega phoebe 😩‼️ ily so much bc you’re both extremely stupid n extremely smart at the same time. u mean so much to me and i love talking to u even if u call me such weird as nicknames every damn day 😃 you’re so sexy n hella intimidating smfh idk how i was able to make u my bitch (JK PLS DONT KILL MEE) anyways, thanks for being a real one bae + you’re the person i block the most, so you’re special ig 😹👍 ily you’re actually such a sap but u pretend to be all tough heh <33

@archivednikes — my solar system, my wh*re (lovingly) hi bae 😣 ok yk how much i love u but. im gonna tell u again: ILYSM!! OKAY??? please know that you’re such an amazing human being and you’re SO incredibly talented. god i love u so much please take care of yourself baby, you’re always so kind to other people and i hope you can do the same to yourself. once again, i am so fucking glad you decided to slide into my inbox that day, because now i look forward to talking to you every single morning. insert grabby hands ilysm <33

@boosyboo9206 — onyx hi babes! i’m so so grateful for you omg u dont even know it. you always manage to cheer me up with your antics and you’re always here to support me 🥺 whenever i’m down you somehow aways manage to make me feel a lil better. i love talking to u whether it’s about sth as mundane as the weather or even your obsession with the word peepers. thank you for being you, please take care of yourself and stop sleeping so damn late. ilysm <33

@ch4jime — chloe bae!! 😁 hi omg ilysm you’re so cute and cool and nice urghh thanks for always checking up on me! i love love seeing you in my asks, you’re such a lovely person to be around. i seriously need to be better at dropping in other people’s inbox, so just know that i’ll work on hanging out on your blog more often this year bc ily! i wish u all the best and please never stop being you baby mwah <33

@fairyoomi — hi bae 😣😣 how are u?? i know we don’t talk much anymore, and that’s okie, but i still wanna write u this lil note because i’m so thankful i met you here on tumblr. you’re an amazing writer and u were so sweet to me even when i was a teeny blog who didn’t know anyone. i admire u a lot, yknow? thanks for being such a friendly and welcoming person, ily <33

@gu3to — mochi bestieo 🙀 idk if you’ll even see this smh so i’m just gonna text u after this (if i don’t forget to rip) okay so. hello?! you’re so mf cool and you’re a trendsetter 🤩 yes yes im fueling your god complex it’s bc ily smh. you’re so dumb i wanna choke u sometimes but i won’t bc i’m also just as dumb 😁 pls stop disappearing from the face of the Earth okay ilysm you always keep it real and i know i can always count on u to listen to uh... my shit. okay so when are we gonna make out? 🤨 oki bye <33

@hoekageyama — wifey!! maddie baby urghh yk how much i love you, you’re one of my earliest moots im pretty sure? and aaaaa i’m so so glad i decided to be weird as hell and slide into your asks that day (pancreas. sighs. iconic.) you’re my numero uno whenever i wanna bark about hot 2d boys and what i’d let em do to me coughs err yea hehe. please take care of yourself baby you’re such a sweet and kind and loving person and i’m so glad to have you in my life. smh we text each other lovey dovey texts anyway but i still wanna do this for u 😋 ilysm!!! <33

@honeyskawa — lani baby hi! i know you haven’t been super active lately, but i just wanna tell u that i appreciate u so so much!! you honestly made my goddamn week when u sent me that ask about how i inspired you bc what the heck?? never in my life have i expected to have such an impact on someone. you’re a wonderful writer honestly. i love u so much and i hope everything’s going well baby, i’m excited talk to u more whenever you decide to be active on tumblr again <33

@jougogo — kaybae hi!!! you haven’t been on tumblr much lately but hi sexc it’s me lex lol i’ve moved accs hehe 😎 i hope u see this whenever u get your phone back cries. you’re such an amazing person to be around, always so cheerful and friendly, you exude so much positive vibes and ilysm. you always manage to lift up the mood with your sexc self and i admire u for that. you’re so incredibly chaotic and fun to be around ahrgehxhh i appreciate u sm and i hope you’re taking care of yourself bby ily <33

@kemochie — my waluigi, my favorite f*rry, hi 😝 urghhh god we just started talking everyday pretty recently but god. you’re so funny??? and i love bullying u bc u give me so much material to bully u with (ok jkjk i love u that’s why i bully u smh) also, you’re so incredibly supportive and u were actually the one who pushed me to finally post that atsumu fic, even tho stupid me accidentally deleted it LMAOBSBD anw, u bring sm joy in my life, so thank u for that. we’re a small lil filf and you’re the milf to my dilf LMAO ilysm mwah!! <33

@kenmaki — gabbae! virgo bestie!! hi hi !! you’re such a talented person and you’re an amazing writer, and i hope one day u can get past your insecurities and see yourself as the wonderful person u truly are. i love how we were able to relate to each from how similar virgos think + our initial conversation of dick measurements and such will forever be seared into my memory. and congrats on getting a daily railing on the dash HSBDH i don’t look at em i promise lol 🤩🤩 jdbdhdh ilysm bby <33

@miyams — ren sweet babie hi! you’re so incredibly talented please don’t listen to stupid hate anons. i’ll stab them with a serrated knife if i have to 😠🔪 you’re so flippin cute and sweet i love talking to you, and i love love love whenever u come by my inbox to say hi. i hope we can talk even more in 2021, my dms and asks are always open for u bby (even though i suck at replying right away, sorry abt that huhu) i love u sm baby please take care of yourself <33

@miyasangel — ardie bae 😜 hi sexc!! i still cant believe we talk like everyday now lmaoo i used to think you’re so freaking cool (i still do) and now i’m friends w u whattaheck 🥲 you’re such an amazing writer wtf. i hate that we had to start our friendship on such a sour note (ehem discord ehem) but i’m really glad it brought us closer together. ily cockarden i’ll be sure to bully u even more HAHAGS IM JK makes out w u so hard bc you’re so damn hot ily 😣‼️ <33

@owlywrites — owly baby hello! ily so so much and you’re so talented, you deserve so much recognition. i hope i can read more of your fics soon bc they’re so well written ugh 😣 thanks for always checking up on me and always being so incredibly sweet. i love u so so muchhh huhu i wanna give u the biggest hug in the world :( please take care of yourself and never stop being your genuine self kith kith <33

@rilacry — milfy gorlillola 😜😜‼️ hi sexc. omfg i was so intimidated by u wtf (and i still kinda am smh) bc you’re so cool?? and your writing n carrd making skills are amazing as hell wtf. u just exude BDE bc you’re hella hot AND bc u wanna peg everyone. anyways,, i’m glad we got closer recently, even if it was out of really wack circumstances. ily bae pls stop sticking your memojis everywhere mwah <33

@rintaroll — my kue tete ☹️☹️ ilysm smh bye i can’t believe we’re close now wtf you’ve always been so cool and sexc 😩‼️ oh god i rmb when u were still on your old acc and u seemed so out of reach and i was a lil intimidated ANDBDJD SHHH but yea now ik you’re just a big h word dork and i love u for that 😣 i wish u all the best for your singing career bby you’re such a talented writer AND singer wtf. also you’re so pretty???? wtf how rude 😠 JKJK HAHHSBD ilysm kithes u so hard <33

@tetsoleil — geegee!! hi baby 😣 thanks for being such a sweet human being ily! it’s been a while since we actually talked yeah? but i still want u to know that i love u a lot and i appreciate u so much. i’m so so grateful you’re in my life because you’re such a joy to be around. you’re an amazing writer bby and i hope you get the recognition u deserve. i’m always here for u if u need anything. ilysm bby <33

@velvetfireworks — rachie bae 🤩 my bakso goreng, my golden kiwi!!! ily!! hehe im so glad i decided to slide in your dms when u asked me if i was indo. but ahhhh you’re ao sweet and cute and supportive ilysm. an amaaazing writer and i admire your work so much, but i think you’ve heard me say that multiple times before. i’m so glad we became closer recently through our love for greasy food and wonky lil faces 👁💋👁 kith kith ilysm <33

@yato-o — yato baby hi!! urgh honestly i appreciate u so so much?? i feel so lucky to be able to get to know you. i don’t even remember how we met but ahhh thank u for always stopping by and have a chat with me even though i know you’re a busy person. please take care of yourself and get some rest whenever u need to! don’t feel pressured to come on here if you’re tired baby, im so grateful to have u in my life, i luv youu <33

HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU SEXY BAES!

kisses, lex

[deinonykisses]

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favorite bands: damn what a way to realize I haven't listened to music in like forever lmao um paramore???? I guess??? 

favorite solo artists: I literally can't think of any rn but whoever did the spirit stallion of the cimarron soundtrack has my soul (a soul-o artist if u will) 

song stuck in my head: yuri on ice from yuri on ice kfdsjfkdjgk

last movie i watched: Peninsula (aka Train to Busan 2 aka Boat to Hong Kong) 

last show: okay technically black sails but I also spent 13hours watching the entirety of yuri on ice w @kallian today so like I think that counts more lmaoooooo

when did i create this blog: damn idk probably like 12 

what i post: DEFINITELY NOT THE CONTENT THAT ANYBODY ORIGINALLY FOLLOWED ME FOR LMAOOOOO. usually whatever makes me happy. probably too much anime for anyone’s liking

other blogs: nah

last thing i googled: "yuri on ice movie WHEN”

do i get asks: the literal blue moons that I wrote fic I did but no no no I never stfu but im not, like, actually social 

why i chose my url: I was teaching my baby nephew how to say dinosaur names and I was teaching him deinonychus (die-non-ich-us) and I went “die-nonna...” and he finished it by giving me a KISS AND IT’S ONE OF MY MOST PRECIOUS MEMORIES I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺

following: 266

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average hours of sleep: I try v v hard to get at least 8 hours, except for actually going to bed at 10pm 

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instruments: I'm not actually, like, good at any instruments but I can force myself to play the piano, guitar, and flute 

what am i wearing: ripped joggers that I am 97% sure I stole from my 11yr old nephew and my favorite green sweatshirt 

dream trip: I dont actually care where I just want to be able to physically cuddle the loves of my life

favourite food: funny story I thought I was allergic to shrimp my entire life and it turns out that I was not, so now I eat it at every given opportunity. I can sit and eat crabs for literal hours, and I will never ever ever turn down buwad 

nationality: American-Filipino dual citizen ✌🏽

last book i read: I started Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon a couple weeks ago but haven’t finished it yet! 

top 3 fictional worlds I'd like to live in: THE POKEMON WORLD specifically the Hoenn region. I also think I would really thrive as a hobbit tbh. also whichever timeline the RWRB timeline is in

favorite color: darkish green and pink

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