#if u want an answer: it feels VULNERABLE and EMBARRASSING

[leelesbo]

you don’t need to apologize pretty puppy its okay, hope you’re doing well <3 im feeling much more dominant today so you’d better hope to god you’re ready to serve me at my mercylike the perv we all know you are ~

prettyyyyy damn sure i know who sent that last ask too, they do a great job toying with you, even said they like watching me do it too - very flattering <3. how does it feel knowing people love watching me push your buttons and watching you squirm? they had the right idea with the feather, that’s super clever, but personally im sure i could stick anything between your legs and you’d automatically soak it

but anyways yeah, we should have a wrestling match ^_^ no ulterior motives at all, just dykes being dykes. hey i think you dropped something, better bend down and check, i wont pin your hands and face down when you’re presenting for me or anything

- 🐗

i’m. hdhffhd

[junimatcha]

things i love about u ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

eren x reader

The rain tapped softly against the windows, filling the small apartment with a peaceful rhythm. The world outside was drenched in the gentle drizzle of a late evening, but inside, it was warm and quiet. You and Eren made sure to have days like these, where you could be lazy with him.

Eren lay stretched out on the couch, one arm around you, pulling you closer under the heavy blanket that draped over both of you. The dim light of a nearby lamp cast a soft glow over the room, painting everything in muted shades of amber.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His warmth seeped into you, wrapping you in a sense of calm that felt almost too perfect. The rain, his heartbeat, the occasional deep breath he took—it all blended together in a soothing harmony.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. This moment was enough—just the two of you, lying together as the rest of the world faded into the background.

But tonight, there was something different about Eren. He was not usually this quiet, he seemed like he was lost in thought. You could feel it in the way his fingers brushed absentmindedly through your hair, the way his hand lingered on your back as though he didn’t want to let go.

After a long stretch of silence, his voice finally broke through the soft hum of the rain.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The question was quiet, almost hesitant, as though he was unsure of how the words would land. You looked up at him, slightly surprised but smiling. Eren wasn’t one to talk about his feelings openly. Most of the time, he showed them in small gestures—in the way he’d pull you closer in his sleep or the way he’d make sure to walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street.

But now, his green eyes were focused on you, his expression softer than you’d seen it in a long time.

“Someone is feeling sappy tonight” you teased lightly, as you nudged him gently with your elbow.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, but the seriousness in his gaze didn’t waver. He held you tighter, as if trying to find the right words. And then, he started to speak again, his voice deep but laced with a tenderness that tugged at your heart.

“I love the way you laugh,” he began. “Even when you’re trying to hide it, like when you’re nervous or embarrassed. It always makes me want to laugh too.”

You blinked, taken off guard by the sudden confession. He wasn’t done though.

“I love how you listen to me. Even when I’m not saying much. You just… you get me. You know when I need to talk and when I don’t.”

You had always felt that Eren found it hard to open up, and you’d never pushed him. But hearing this now, hearing him tell you how much he valued your quiet understanding, made your chest tighten with emotion.

“And I love how you remind me it’s okay to take a break,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along your arm. “Even when I feel like I can’t stop. You know exactly when to pull me back before I push myself too far.”

His voice was soft, barely more than a whisper now, and you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. This was the side of Eren that very few people ever saw—the side that was raw and open, the side that didn’t always have the answers or the strength.

“And most of all,” he said, his voice faltering for a moment before he regained control, “I love how you make everything better, even when I didn’t know something was wrong. Just… you being here, with me… makes everything make sense.”

A lump formed in your throat as you listened to him pour out his heart, each word wrapping around you like a blanket of warmth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn’t stop the small, shaky breath that escaped you.

You reached up, cupping his cheek gently as you gazed at him, your eyes reflecting the emotions he’d stirred within you. “Eren…” you whispered, your voice trembling with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

His hand came up to cover yours, his grip firm yet tender. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff,” he admitted with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. “But I need you to know… you’re everything to me. I don’t say it enough, but I love you. More than anything.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but they weren’t from sadness—they were from the overwhelming rush of love you felt for him.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke. “With all my heart, Eren.”

He shifted slightly, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping securely around you as though he never wanted to let go. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long moment as he breathed in your scent.

“I’m scared sometimes,” he confessed quietly, his breath warm against your hair. “Scared of losing you. Scared of the future. But when I’m with you… it doesn’t seem so scary. I know we’ll be okay.”

You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his chest as you held onto him tightly. “We will,” you promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Another silence fell between you, but this one was filled with a quiet understanding, a mutual trust that didn’t need words to be felt. The rain continued to fall outside, soft and steady, as the two of you lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard Eren’s voice one last time, a soft whisper against your hair.

“I’ll never stop loving you. Not even for a second.”

And with that, you both let the world fade away, content in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

[kimchichaehi]

Can I ask G!p Kazuha?

Studying w needy!G!P!zuha

No. Jkjk im so glad u asked bc i was literally writing one

Contains -> handjob, subby zuha, g!p zuha, idk stuff, NSFW

YOU waited patiently for her answer, watching her as she thought about what she’d answer with. And a few minutes later, she finally answered. And, it was obviously right. So, you cupped her cheek and pressed your lips to hers. Except....when you tried pulling away, she pulled you closer.

The two of you were studying but you noticed how easily her attention drifted off to other things, the way your shirt hugged your chest, the way you’d look up at her when you asked her a question

But she especially kept her gaze trailed on your lips, while you read out a question, after you kissed her, before.

"More," she whispered, kissing you again, with more heat. More hunger. "Please, just a few more." She begged against your lips, using one of Her hands to place on the back of your head, pulling your face closer to hers, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

You smiled softly as you looked into her eyes "yeah? Want more..?" You said with a sly smirk, you loved just how needy she’d get just by your kisses alone.

Zuha blushed at your words, feeling her heart race in her chest. “Mhm..” she hummed, her pretty black eyes filled with longing as she leaned in to capture your lips once again. Her kiss was filled with a mix of sweetness and hunger, her lips moving against yours with a growing feverish.

"Mm…you're so needy, aren't you?" You smiled as you kissed back, your hand holding her chin

She blushed even deeper at your words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She couldn't deny it, she was indeed extremely needy for you. "I-I can't help it," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky.

"Being with you just... drives me crazy." She continued to kiss you, her hands gently cupping your face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a gentle fervor.

"I can tell.” You muttered with a smile against her lips “You've been hard ever since i first kissed you..so cute."you said as she pulled away and started kissing your neck.

Zuha smiled softly, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she nuzzled against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin with feather-light kisses. "I-I can't help it," she whispered, her voice filled with need.her lips trailed along your neck, planting soft kisses and leaving a trail of gentle nips as her hands wandered down to your waist, pulling you closer to her.

"S'okay i don't mind."you mumbled as your hand slid close to her bulge zuha whined softly, her breath hitching in her throat as your hand brushed against her hardened cock.

"i like how needy you are."you smiled as you pulled her hard cock out of her boxers, yes she was in her boxers her expression quickly changed into a soft pout with her brows furrowed so cutely, her body already trembling under your touch.

Her hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more contact with your hand as her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze filled with longing and adoration.

"You have no idea How much I crave you.” She whined

"Yeah? Then show me...cum with only my hand." | smiled as i pressed a soft kiss to her lip

the warmth of your touch sending shivers down her spine. With a shaky breath, she began to move her hips, thrusting gently into your hand as she chased the pleasure building within her.

Her eyes locked with yours, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She wanted to make you proud, to show you just how good she could be. Your pace quickened, her hips bucking in sync with your touch as she chased the edge.

With each stroke, her moans grew louder, her grip on your hand tightening. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling and her mind consumed by you, only you.

"Fuck, oh god," she moaned, her voice filled with raw desire. "I'm so close, so fucking close. Just like this, with your hand, I'm going to cum for you."

Her hips movements became more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her release. And with a final, desperate thrust, she came undone, her body tensing as her cum spilled into your hand, her soft moans filling the air.

As her climax subsided, she immediately leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"So fucking cute." You laugh as you lick her sweet cum off your hand, making her cheeks flush

Chaez notez-> tried a more like idk but i tried something diff w my wording is it good should i keep doing it like that or nah?

[tinylilacbun]

h a u n t i n g d r e a m s ｡ ‧ 𖦹 ° ‧

warnings: usual squid game angst, mentions of blood and death, ooc thanos, slight thumb sucking

You keep tossing and turning on the barely comfortable mattress of your bunk, unable to fall asleep.

Every time you close your eyes you see people getting shot, blood splattering everywhere and the screams getting louder in your head.

Unbeknownst to you, Thanos has been watching you for a while, his hands resting behind his head as he can't fall asleep either, maybe it's the fear or maybe the little pills he keeps popping into his mouth like they're bonbons.

Anyway, he keeps glancing at you, hearing the rustling from the thin bedsheets as you keep moving around, not being able to lay still for more than a minute.

"Pss, hey, senorita." He whispers to not wake any of the other players up.

You stop squirming instantly, turning your head to face him, feeling slightly embarrassed under his gaze as he sits up, adjusting the collar of his tracksuit jacket while smirking at you.

"Can't sleep?" He asks, already knowing the answer but still hoping you would talk to him so he can hear your soft voice.

You shake your head, nibbling anxiously on the nail of your thumb, refraining the urge to slip it into your mouth to soothe yourself like you usually do, not wanting to make yourself seem even more vulnerable than you already are.

He hums, looking around as if to make sure that nobody else is up before patting the spot beside him as a silent invitation.

You hesitate for a moment, gripping your blanket a little tighter as you contemplate whether to trust him or not, but he's been nothing but nice to you ever since you got here, even offering to protect you earlier.

"Come on..." He encourages you a little, waving you over. "Promise I don't bite."

Despite your better knowledge - and desperation to get a decent amount of sleep, you slowly get up from your bunk to hurry over to his with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Thanos smiles in triumph, moving to lay back down so you can take the bit of space next to him, giving you no choice but to snuggle against him.

He can feel how stiff your body is, wrapping his arms around you, starting to drum his fingers against your back lightly.

Slowly but surely you start to relax for the first time since you got here, feeling strangely safe in his arms, which he quickly notices.

You reach up to fiddle with his cross necklace and are startled when he suddenly grabs your wrist, tsking softly.

"No touching. That's nothing for pretty flowers like you." He murmurs, his heart skipping a beat at the way you look at him with those doe eyes of yours before you glance back down on his hand that's wrapped around your wrist, eyeing the nail polish and rings in the faint golden light from the piggy bank that's hanging from the ceiling.

Without a word needing to be said he releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to your face, letting his thumb graze your bottom lip as you stare back up at him now with heavy eyelids.

He slowly eases his thumb into your mouth, feeling the way your body melts against him almost instantly as you softly start to suckle. "I told you...I can protect you if you let me."

A few minutes later you're out like a light, nuzzling even more against him in your sleep and keeping hold of his jacket loosely to ground yourself.

[ravstars]

HELLOO this is like the first time I'm requesting here... umm so an idea came up to my mind, it's about Wanderer's little story about sewing a doll. It's on his character menu. He basically learns how to and sews a doll, and then he starts bringing it everywhere he goes... but what if his S/O discovered about/saw that his boyfriend had actually something to be attached to? IDKK feel free to do the request only if u want, if you don't mind I'd prefer a male S/O... that's it!! Ty for reading and for ur attention!!

(I find that so cute help me, HE HAS A DOLLLLL so cutie)

My doll ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

⌇Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader.ᐟ

જ⁀➴Fluff: See above for request <3

a/n: I hope you like the way I wrote it, Anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you have a great rest of your day ^^. I‘m sorry that you had to wait a little. HAPPY PRIDE, LOVES <3

You knew of some parts of Wanderers extraordinary history, having become his friend after Lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to him. He hated every second he spent with you, he‘d say, with his signature scoff and a roll of his eyes.

Truth is, he had grown fond of the idea of spending time with your reassuring and caring presence, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve it. Not that you needed to know when you could just understand from the way he pulled his hat down when you teased him on the way to the Akademiya or from the way he‘d tolerate your occasional energetic behavior even after he had a long day. Even in silence, there was a mutual understanding between him and you, no words needing to exchanged for you both to know how you were feeling.

He hated it — Feeling vulnerable to you. He couldn’t help but cave on some nights, though, looking up at the night sky and watching the stars with you when you couldn’t sleep. So, yes, you knew of his past, even if not completely and appreciated every part of his vulnerability and trust. He knew he could trust you, he didn’t know if he should, though.

—••••—

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Your laughter takes him out of his thoughts as you walk around Sumeru City, talking about whatever crossed your mind as Wanderer listened.

“I don’t need people to know about my personal affairs, much less if I’m involved with you.” He grumbled, clearly flustered about the encounter earlier at the Grand Bazaar. A merchant had inquired if you and the Wanderer were in a relationship, and even though true, your lovely boyfriend was too embarrassed to answer.

“So what, I am your lover, am I not?” He basically shuts down, turning beet red

“Shut it.” He pulls his hat down, speeding up to escape your teasing.

Suddenly, a rock gets in his way and he trips, sending him straight down on the sandy ground. His hat falls right off too, and he makes a startled sound. You’d think it’d cute if you weren’t just slightly worried but surprised too.

You kneel next to him.

“Wanderer?”

He has his guard up again and now both of your gazes land on what fell out of his hat.

“What is this?” You ask, snatching the object from the ground before he can, dusting it off.

It was a little and soft doll with white clothes and black hair, a waistband tied using a butterfly knot, and a clear, round tear at the corner of his eye. You pet the top of the dolls small head with your thumb before looking back at him. His brows are furrowed and he’s blushing profusely

“Give it back.” He says, but you just hold it. You knew Wanderer too well, you knew what he was thinking

“I’m not making fun of you, I like it. I love it, actually.” You slowly give it back, smiling gently.

“He’s my travel companion.” He puts it back, keeping it safe underneath his hat. You help adjust his hat and help him get up. You keep walking silently until he feels less embarrassed and finally talks.

“Thank you.” He says, mumbling quietly. You respond by humming, taking his hand in yours, which he then squeezes tightly. No one understood him like you, no one cherished him like you, no one loved him like you and no words could express your love for one another.

“Who does the doll represent?” You ask, curiosity overtaking you

“Someone from the past. It doesn’t matter, anyway.” He turns to you and , in rare occurrence, smiles at you, genuinely and sincerely.

“You’re the one that matters to me from now on. For forever.”

Forever — That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini!!! I have an idea, if ur still busy making that fic then take ur time with this ask. Soooo this might be a lil bit inappropriate butttt how abt cockwarming dazai while he tries to work?? Again if ur still busy with that fic u mentioned on ur last post then don’t mind me! (=^ ◡ ^=)

Sorry if I bothered u!!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

- 🎀

Dw, you aren’t bothering me, you’d never bother me with your lovely asks ☺️ (sorry that I took so long, I literally have to force myself to feed ya’ll) and it’s a little short, sorry for that

Dom!reader x sub!dazai

Warning: cockwarming, strap or dick - you can interpret it however you want, reader is gender neutral

He sighed when he glanced over the mountains of paperwork on his desk, you could even say he whined. Slumping down and pouting, throwing the led in his hand onto the table. “What’s with all this work?” The boy complained, before he leaned back against his seat, cuddling up against you. “Do we really have to wait until I’m finished?”

Today was like any other day, with dazai refusing to do any of his assignments. Mori wanted you to do something about it, and as much as you’d like to protest, he was your boss after all. Which is why you decided to make it fun for you as well. That led to your current situation, with dazai sitting in your lap and diligently working, all while your dick was buried deep inside him.

Your hands fit perfectly on his slim waist, holding him and making sure that he stays still. The feeling of his smooth skin was nice to the touch, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes when you exhaled, the hot air would tickled his ears. If you weren’t easing him, then he doesn’t know what it was. How can you expect him to do all of this while you are touching him like you are about to bend him over? Not that he minds, he desperately wants you to do so. How long has he waited for any action to happen? Maybe hours now.

He felt full and filled, it was a very erotic experience. Every once in a while his insides would clench around you, and he’d squeeze his thighs together. This was worse than any torture methods he learned, much worse. The words on the paper in front of him started to blur, it was like he forgot how to read. Yet again he slumped back against you, biting his bottom lip at the small yet delicious friction that gave him. “Hmm..! God, y/n, can’t you just fuck me?”

Dazai really couldn’t wait any longer. He already worked for more than an hour, can’t you do him a small favour? Subconsciously, or maybe he knew what he was doing, he rocked his hips. The boy moved so slow, like a ship sailing on a calm ocean, he thought you wouldn’t notice. In contrary you did saw it, and grabbed his chin to make him face you, then you whispered your answer, “no.”

Without giving him any reasoning, only a cold and commanding refusal. For some reasons it made him even more wet, he felt his body shake and his dick twitch at your voice. His precum was dripping down his shaft and coating his soft thighs, you’d even dare say he looked like a girl with all those fluids he let out. “If you want to get fucked so bad, finish your work sooner.” You suggested, though he knew you weren’t giving him an inch. It was an order and you weren’t going to show him mercy. Fine, guess he will have to use his trump card.

Suddenly, he raised his shoulders, they were now reaching his ears. Then he slowly started to sob, small delicate tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Afterwards he did a dramatic turn, staring back at you with the most pitiful and vulnerable expression he could muster. The way desire and need blended perfectly in his eyes was seductive, though the pose he did was the one of an innocent maiden. Some strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted. In that moment, he looked straight out of a painting, like an angel that descended upon the moral realm.

“Please..” Dazai began his act, mumbling in a meek tone, as if he was embarrassed of himself. “Fuck me.. I want it so bad.” The way he stressed the last two words was the peak of acting, he could win an Oscar with that one. It took you every resolve and self control you had to not throw him onto the table and fuck him. If you were to wait any longer, it was going to be a torture for you too. More tears flowed down his pretty face, those water droplets were like diamond shining in the sun light, emphasising his helplessness even more.

That man knew what he was doing and did it with passion, if he wants something he will get it, that’s what his body language told you. Which is why you especially want to go against it. “No is no, osamu, if you don’t finish this until dawn I’ll just leave and go drinking with chuuya.” You warned him, but it was more like a threat. He gasped a little, now crying a little louder than before. “Oh.. how cruel of you..! Can chuuya give you the things I can offer?” There was no answer to that question, you didn’t want to because you knew he could use it against you. Instead you gave him a little trust, enough to make his back arch. “AhHHh~ m-mhm..” the male moaned out, he did not hold back at all.

“go back to work.” You chuckled as you said, resting your chin on his shoulder again. “Hm.. mean..” and now he was pouting again, oh well, let’s see how long he can still play this game until he breaks. You weren’t going to be the first one to crumble. All you had to do was lay back and watch the play unfold. “Do as you wish, dazai, you have time until dawn.”

[volt314]

Ive been thinking about this 12th Doctor/Donna plot bunny for 2h and idk if ill ever manage to write it but it deserves to be out here.

(Feel free to play with this!)

So

The Doctor never got involved with Donna, Martha kept traveling with him something something life as usual.

12th ends up teaching but only because he is r e t i r e d. He ends up being Bill’s teacher and she kinda makes him want to travel again. Experience the wonder all over again. It’s all soft and mentor-y.

‘Til Bill’s mom(wait for it) barges in and slaps him a la Jakie Tyler are-u-messing-with-my-baby-girl???

Turns out Bill’s mom is single mother Donna Noble that has been protecting her child from barmy aliens since her husband almost gave both away as spider food (long backstory here. Im not sure about the details. Let’s just say the Atron particles stuff acted like the metacrisis energy for Donna’s Rose).

Donna, in classic Donna’s fashion, decides by herself - since there is nothing weird or inappropriate going on here *side eye* - that she will join them for a couple of trips, just to make sure it is safe~

She and the Doctor start bickering epically (but the Doctor doesn’t actually protest too much at the deal, he plays the hearth-less scottish but he understands a parent concern and knows he cant promise everything will always be okay).

(Bill is epically embarrassed by her mom but she is also quite excited to show her the universe as they always imagined with Wilf)

It essentially becomes a rom com. The Doctor gets slapped, Donna and Bill gets to see alien planets and burn slaves farms, all cozy.

The Doctor tries to play it cool but his “one last trip!” gets weak and just another ploy to bicker w Donna (that he secretly and sometimes not so secretly finds oh so brilliant).

Then Bill gets severely hurt, the Doctor and Donna fight like never before and the med scan shows Bill’s biology as someway very close to a Time Lord.

The Doctor has never been so scared.

The thing is. Every time Bill’s dad topic comes out, Donna just says he was a scoundrel and a one-night-stand that left her pregnant and disappeared without trace.

The Doctor has the daunting thought that maybe- perhaps- for some weird future shenanigans- he could be the scoundrel disappearing baby daddy - he isnt just yet.

Because the truth is that he thought about Donna…

He panics for a bit and inadvertently gets Donna to forgive him(they fought, remember?) by sheer exasperation and weird behavior.

The Doctor and soon Nardole try to gain more info about Bill’s dad, with little success but you know- funny shenanigans and great fights and banter and Donna slapping the Doctor for trying to blip her and Bill eating popcorns w Nardole, doing her space homework and flirting w space girls.

The Doctor almost calms down about all the life changing news, loves to help Bill be the best version of herself(even if it scares him to death thinking about… everything), secretly loves that he has been adopted/accepted by this mad incredible brilliant family even if he rumbles and is all scottish about it. (Not with Wilf tho. He loves Wilf so much)

And when Donna gets hurt he loses his cool, almost burns down an entire race, get Bill to safety and sits trembling by Donna’s bedside for ages. He is blindsided when the med scan reads Donna as something somewhat kinda Time Lord dna too.

He is very collected(and unpleasantly cold) when he asks Donna about her medical history.

Donna feels vulnerable, in pain and hurt by 12th unexpected coldness. She answers anyway, fear that chokes her but bravely trusting the Doctor with her and Bill’s secret.

She tells him about Lance, about the 6 months of being secretly poisoned, used, about the failed wedding, about the man and the queen’s cruelty that in the end brought their own downfall. About the traumatizing experience made more terrifying by the knowledge that a little life was growing inside her.

She is quietly sobbing by the end and 12th just hugs her tightly. “I thought you didn’t do hugs” “this is not a hug” but he is hiding his face too. And his broken heart.

Bill catches them cuddling some time later and teases them endlessly.

Nardole is quite disappointed that Bill isnt the Doctor’s daughter, the Doctor realizes he is too.

He also realizes he loved the idea of having a family with Donna, even a weird not time-line-ar family. And that he is really sad he doesn’t actually belongs. And also- that he quite wants to belong.

It returns to be a rom com, Bill Nardole and Wilf all conspiring to get Donna and the Doctor together and both being too stubborn to make a move.

They get there in the end, or maybe they just keep bickering and fighting discovering new worlds and stealing kisses and cuddling only when lights are low and voices are slow and they can pretend they arent falling just yet.

[clingwrapsweat]

// suggestive

here's some serirei stuff i cooked up right after waking up

basically reigen gets drunk like the lightweight loser he is, and serizawa has to take care of him

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imagine serizawa going on a hangout w his classmates, and he thinks about bringing reigen w him, so he goes hey, im going out for a drink w my classmates. wanna tag along? and reigen is like haha! sure but id rather not drink rn if thats okay and wawa is like haha yeah sure. and then they get there and wawas classamtes are like come onn have a drink w us u silly, so he gives in, but hes a really fucking lightweight, and just gets super drunk super fast, and starts slurring his words and getting hot under his suit and wawas like holy shit, guys I might have to get my boss back home. but he doesnt know where reigen lives and he cant even answer, so he calls a cab and brings him to his apartment, which hes very embarrassed about cuz he didnt rly clean up before leaving, and has video game stuff all over his room, but he helps Reigen take off his clothes, and as hes unbuttoning his shirt, reigen grabs his hand by the wrist, and puts it flat on his chest, and Serizawa has no idea what to do, but he's mesmerized by reigens red cheeks and his heavy breathing, and he finds his other hand being guided to reigens inner thighs, and he knows he should stop, but the sweetest sound just leaves reigens lips, and he wants to hear that again, so he lets his hand wander up his neck, and his face, and the back of his head, gently grabbing him by the hair, as the other hand finds its way to his hips, and they're so close, and. serizawa quickly steps away, as reigen whines. but he knows he shouldn't do anything with a man, so vulnerable and pathetic right now. so he just asks him to take a shower. and he awkwardly sits with his back facing reigen as he tries to was himself, with not much success, so he has to step in and help, so he washes his back, and his chest, asks him to lift his arms, which reigen doesnt, so he does it himself, washes his calves, and his thigs, up to a certain point, and then carefully washes his hair, and reigen leans into his touch, and he still cant seem to form a coherent sentence, but he's obviously very greatful. and surprisingly docile, which serizawa is not used to. then he help him get out, helps to wipe the water off with a towel, and gives him a pair of pijamas which are a few sizes too big on reigen, but he looks so cute. cool! i mean. that's his boss. he shouldn't fantasize about him like that. he knows. yet he cant help it, as they get in bed together, because of course he wanted to take the couch but he can't leave reigen alone like that haha! he has to share a bed with him. for safety. of course. and reigen rests his head on his chest and arm, and his wet hair feels cold touching his face, but he doesn't care. he holds him tight, and they fall asleep soundly.

btw i literally just write these for my friend 😭 so sorry for any mispells, the lack of formatting, and not using capitals.

i didnt proofread. hope you enjoyed

[comfort-tears]

· Oneshot: "Stressed."

TW: Mental breakdown, vent regression, trauma.

— Little! Pest/Cg! Party Noob —

Pest tends to keep things private to himself, I mean, the idea of being vulnerable to others disturbs him. Sometimes, when DrRetro came to see him, he took the opportunity to tell her about certain situations that overwhelmed his mind...

He hasn't heard from her in recent days. But, it's okay, he doesn't need her, he never needed anyone, Pest knows how to take care of himself (Or he wants to believe that...)

The beetle is usually surrounded by people who claim to be his friends, but it's hard to believe. He feels the situation of abandonment he suffered as a child will happen again and he prefers to prevent it.

It will happen again.

Soon the thoughts of the beetle faded away, when he felt someone take his hand, he startled, dropping the spoon of apple filling mixture. "Woah! Calm duw!" The noob raised their hands.

Every so often they usually get together to bake, for someone's birthday or just for fun. But this day Poob noticed Pest was very strange, he looked distracted, and did not seem to be paying attention to his surroundings. "U okay?"

"I am" Pest replied reluctantly, picking up the wooden spoon and leaving it on the table. Oh god, What would have happened if he had thrown the mixture away? He would have ruined everything again.

Why did he feel so bad about dropping a simple spoon? I mean, it's an accident, it happens to everyone, right? But Pest felt like a useless boy...

Poob had gone to get a rag to clean up, but they didn't expect to find Pest holding back tears, they rushed over, cupping his cheeks. "Hey, hey, whut happened?"

As a natural reaction, Pest pushed him away, his cheeks red from the embarrassment of looking so vulnerable in front of the noob. He wanted to run away, to hide in his home without anyone watching him. "Leave me alone!"

His voice broke, unexpectedly, Pest was already wrapped in a sea of tears, Poob was confused because they didn't want to overwhelm him but they didn't want to leave him alone either...

So, they put their arm around him, feeling Pest cling tightly to them. They patted him on the back, whispering little "shh"s, Poob didn't know what was going through the beetleguy's head, but whatever it was, they would let him know that they would be there for him.

"It's okay, yu're safe here, Pesty..." He spent about 10 minutes crying, Poob felt like crying too, it hurt them to hear him so bad. "Do yu want to talk about it?"

"N-no!" Well, they can't force him. "Okay, okay... Du yu want to lie duwn?" Pest nodded, the blonde carefully picked up the beetleboy, he was bigger but that didn't stop them from carrying him! The noob took him to his room, leaving him on the bed.

There they were now, Pesty lying down and curled up on the smaller noob, they played with his white hair, calming him down... "Dun't worry, I'll stay with you."

But they were hard words to believe... "Don't lie to me..." He whispered, wiping his nose.

"Why would I lie to you?" And Pest remained silent, not knowing what to answer. Poob pulled him closer, cuddling him in their arms. "I'm not going anywhere Pesty, I swear"

"...You promise?

"I promise" And finally, they gave him a little kiss on his forehead, later they would eat the apple pie.

I tried! But I feel like the translator is a bit of a handicap for me, English is not my mother tongue! 😭

If you need anything else, let me know!

I'll be making my AO3 account soon ✨

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

What the future holds

DickKori request fill for @aimikokoro

I did take AGES to get to this, but you know how life gets in the way!

This is a breeding kink fic, and ofc smut so 18+

Sorry if this is a little weird. There was a gas leak in the building when I wrote this. There’s a slightly long prologue, so just skip to the *** for the lead in to smut! Authors Note: Here is the fluffiest, cutest, most loving smut I have ever written Have fun! I’m actually working through all my requests. I know I’m late Lololol.

Dick hadn’t really thought about it that much- seeing his and Starfire's daughter from another universe. It wasn’t a big deal and honestly wasn’t even surprising given the variety of things he’d encountered in his relatively short life. Maybe that’s why it surprised him when today he just couldn't stop thinking about it. What had she looked like when she was younger, what were her favorite toys? Her favorite food? How did her interests grow and change over time? Did she fly or walk first? He wanted to know. He hadn’t thought about it before but now that he is, now that it had come to mind, he just couldn’t stop himself.

This had all started last week, and been further exacerbated today. Dick being Damian’s father in all but name was a known fact that no one ever brought up. Damian had Bruce now, and thinking about all the things he couldn’t have only made him miserable so really he didn’t think much about this seemingly universally accepted fact- until Roy called him. Damian had stowed away on an outlaws mission- the reasoning for which hardly mattered now- and he’d gotten struck with some kind of magic. It made him extremely emotionally vulnerable, so Roy called him. That’s normal, fine even. What Roy said was not normal, and made Dick feel less fine. “Hey, Damian needs his dad-” Was what Roy had said. Dick had cut him off, asking why Jason didn’t just call Bruce, only to receive a curt correction that Damian didn’t need his Father, he needed his Dad. Dick was blue screening even as he put Roy on speaker to text Wally for a pick up. Damian had been staying with him and Kori ever since, and the part of Dick’s brain that continually betrayed him with no remorse kept wondering that if he’s Damian’s Dad, could Kori be his mom?

He’d gotten his answer when he slid into their cozy apartment earlier than usual, and caught them in a conversation at the table- they were talking about relationships. About friendships and how Kori learned how to form them despite her cultural differences, and working around all her traumas. Damian was looking at her with the intent focus he reserved for those he respected. For people he loved. That answer was cemented when Kori hugged Damian on his birthday- scooping him up in her arms and Damian did the same little huff he gave when given affection he wanted but didn’t know how to accept gracefully. Then today, he’d been teaching gymnastics, and somehow ended up deep in a conversation about how good of a parent he would be. How good he was with kids- it had started with one of his students talking about her up and coming baby brother, and then asking if Dick was going to make a kid too and that put the thought of- Well. let’s just say Dick had a lot of thoughts that plagued him on his walk home. *** By the time he walked through the front door, Dick was lost in his head and he didn’t feel great about all the things on his mind. Kori was lounging on their couch, in his shirt, looking long and gorgeous as she always did. Her big curls spilled over the arm onto the floor, and when she smiled at him he fell in love all over again- just as he did everytime.

“What’s the matter?” She sat up immediately, head tilted and worry furrowing her brows. She searched him as though his appearance would provide answers, and he couldn’t help but stiffen under her discerning gaze. He should have anticipated being unable to hide from her. Dick sighed, steeling himself for embarrassment, and hoping she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

“It’s nothing serious Kori, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag by the coffee table. At least Damian was with the Kents for tonight.

“Just what?” Kori relaxed, but was no less attentive. She’s looking at him like he’s the only person in the world. Kind vibrant eyes empathetic and focused. 

“It’s a few things people said that I’ve been thinking about, which led to thinking about things that I shouldn’t be thinking about as much as I am.” He hesitates in sitting next to her, embarrassed and delaying as much as possible. “Whatever it is, you know I would never judge you” She reaches for his hands, carefully pulling him closer. Her skin is soft and sunshine warm. She feels safe. “Hold that thought” Dick grumbles, but sits next to her. “I, I’ve been thinking about being a dad.” He mutters, stroking the back of her hand. “Is this about Damian?” Kori’s voice is carefully neutral, giving him the space to set the emotional tone. Considerate of him in ways no one else had ever been. “Yes and no. It’s about Damian, and Mar’i, and also just the thought of, well…” He let go of her hand to hide his face. He feels like a pervert, the kind he’d always looked down on.

“And being a dad?” Kori’s voice is still neutral, but he really wishes he knew her opinions right now.

“And you being.” He looks at her, he has to see her face “You being a mom.” He confesses. Dick is surprised to see her blush, as she so rarely does, and even more surprised to see her smile turn sly.

He’s not remotely prepared for her to push him down onto the couch, perching in his lap with a grin.

“Ah, I understand now. Dick, do you feel bad for wanting to have a kid with me?” She rolls her hips, unfairly attractive as she places her hands on his chest to lean forward. Dick squirms under her, arousal sparking up his spine as he clamps down on his own urges.

“I- wouldn’t say it like that.” He stutters out, hands resting on her hips. “I do want that- but that’s not. I could never feel badly about that.” His arousal dulls into a softer, more tender feeling at the thought of having a family with her. Of the future that lies ahead of them. Kori’s smile softens too for a moment, and she kisses him slow and sensual. 

“You’re sweet.” She says against his lips, and Dick smiles.

“So are you.” He wraps his arms around her strong shoulders. “And perfect. And beautiful.” The bubbly affection that always sits in his chest when Kori is close makes him want to laugh for the simple joy of holding her. “So what did you feel bad for?” Kori traces her fingers across his cheeks and neck, a feather-light touch that makes warmth pool in his belly.

“It’s. Wanting to get you.” He waves a hand at nothing “you know” He finishes lamely. Mischief sparks in her eyes once more.

“You want to get me pregnant?” She rolls her hips and if Dick had less self control he might have made a truly embarrassing sound.

“Yes, but it’s your body. It doesn’t feel right to be this into it. To feel this way at the thought of-” Dick isn’t able to finish his sentence because Kori has her tongue down his throat. She kisses the thoughts right out of his brain, and when she pulls back Dick gets the distinct feeling that she’s laughing at him. “If you had no respect for me, then it would be a problem.” She grinds against him, and he whines. She does laugh at him this time “And if there was any doubt about who’s in charge here.” She winks at him, stripping off her shirt with a wonderfully sweet giggle. He loves everything about her. “That’s so unfair. I am the team leader after all.” Dick retorts and it would probably sound a lot more convincing if he had an ounce of a backbone when Kori looked at him like that. “And you are an amazing leader, but here? You’re always so well behaved for me.” She purrs, slipping his shirt off, kissing his sternum and pinning his hands above his head. He half-heartedly tugs against the hold, mostly so she’ll kiss his face. “Be good for me, okay sweetheart?” And say that. He nods, flushed and pliable in her hands. She lets go and he keeps his arms right where she left them. She peppers his face with more kisses.

“We are going to make a baby together, my love.” She tugs his sweats down, running her hands down his stomach. She stroked his cock just to hear him whimper for a while before sinking onto him with little fanfare and no warning. “F-fuck Kori, can I please-” He flexes his fingers, still held perfectly in place until she nods. He grabs her waist, fucking into her with an edge of desperation that has her gasping and smiling down at him, radiant in the late afternoon sun. 

“It’s alright my love, you can let go, you’ve done so well. Make a life with me.” She hauls him up, always stronger than him. He buries his face in her neck as he cums, thinking about what could happen next, holding her, taking care of her. 

“I love you, I love you so much Kori” He babbles into her shoulder, hands threaded through her soft hair as she holds him, kind and slightly protective. She lets him cool down, before tapping his shoulder. He nods, slipping off the couch to his knees and pulling her legs over his shoulders. “Time to see how good of a job you did.” She says, as she tugs him between her legs. He sets to work eagerly, indulging in all that she gives him. They don’t part for many hours, and both of them feel more and more in love with every passing minute.

[aidensteddybear]

Yul trying to push away the fact he's little with kai

if u dont write for kai then you can pick the cg

Regressor! Yul w/ Caregiver! Kai

Kai always knew when Yul was starting to regress. He knew when he needed to regress, he knew when he was regressing, and he knew when he was fully in that headspace.

It was so obvious, despite Yul thinking he was being good at hiding it. Kai understood why Yul often hid the fact he was regressed or regressing, he didn’t like feeling vulnerable.

The only time Yul admitted to being regressed was when he was so far in his headspace that he didn’t care and felt safe enough to admit it.

Kai could tell that Yul was regressing. One of the major signs that he was slipping was that Yul would become a lot more affectionate.

Right now, he was hugging Kai’s arm and laying his head down on his shoulder. Yul didn’t just do that out of nowhere, unless he was small.

“Are you okay, Yul?” Kai questioned as he looked at the other man. “I’m fine.” Yul answered in a sort of whispered voice.

“Are you sure? Are you..feeling little right now?” Kai rarely asked Yul that, since he would often get stubborn and deny it over and over.

He was really just hoping they were at a point where Yul wouldn’t have that reaction as he’s regressed in front of him so many times.

However, it seemed that Yul still didn’t want to admit to it, as the expression on his face quickly turned into one of a mix of offended and disgusted.

“I’m not.” Yul grumbled. “Believe me, I’m fine. You don’t have to keep worrying about me. I’m not a pathetic baby, I can care for myself.” He spoke with annoyance as he let go of hugging Kai’s arm and angrily crossed his arms.

“I know you’re not a..‘pathetic baby’. I was just asking because you seem a little..off today.” Kai responded. “Well I’m not!” Yul shouted, standing up from the couch.

“I’m fine! I’m not feeling ‘little’ or ‘acting off’ so just leave me alone and stop trying to embarrass me!” Kai watched in shock as Yul stormed off to the bedroom, where he aggressively slammed the door when he got in.

He didn’t know why Yul had the thought he was purposely trying to embarrass him, he had no idea where that came from.

Kai felt bad, he of course didn’t mean to make it seem like he was trying to embarrass him. He just wanted to make sure he was alright.

Kai got up and quickly went to the bedroom, where Yul had gone off to. He knocked on the door softly.

“Yul? I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. Can we talk?” Kai asked. He didn’t get any sort of response.

“Hey, if you want to be alone, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” Kai told him, however he still didn’t get an answer.

“I’m going to come in, okay? Say something if you don’t want me to.” Kai waited a few seconds for a reply that he never got, so he slowly opened the bedroom door.

When he looked in, Kai was met with the sight of Yul curled up in the corner of the room while glaring at him. Kai frowned as he went over to him.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Yul. I only wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” Kai spoke, sitting down beside him.

“I was trying really, really hard not to be little. But I just can’t get rid of the feeling..” Yul quietly admitted.

“You don’t have to suppress it, Yul. You can regress if you need to, you’re safe to do so.” Kai told him. Yul shook his head.

“Don’t want to. It’s…it’s embarrassing…” He responded, his eyes beginning to well up with tears. Kai could tell that he was slowly starting to regress, since he only ever cried when he was little.

“Why is it embarrassing? I’m the only person around with you, you know I would never judge you for it.” Kai said. Yul shrugged. “Just is. Shouldn’t be acting like that.” He answered.

“Yul, if regressing helps you cope with everything that’s happened to you, you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Even if you “shouldn’t act like that”, as long as you’re safe and aren’t hurting anyone, it doesn’t matter. If it helps you, then it helps. You don’t have to feel ashamed over it.” Kai told him.

Yul stared at Kai in silence for a few seconds, before beginning to sniffle as small tears fell from his eyes.

“Jus’ wanna feel safe…” Yul mumbled out while quietly whimpering. “I know, little man. I know.” Kai held his arms out, which Yul immediately threw himself in as he began to cry.

“Let it all out, buddy. You can cry and scream all you want. You’re safe with me.” Kai spoke in a soft voice, a voice that really comforted Yul.

Yul cried for a while in Kai’s arms. The whole time, Kai let him. He was hugging Yul tightly and let him cry until he didn’t feel the need to anymore.

Letting Yul know that he was safe with him. And that he was safe to cry for as ever long as he needed to.

[darknesscreepin]

Food for thought…

Jiho… and ribbons

Powder pink satin ribbons tied with bows around his neck, his head (like a headband), around his wrists so he can’t move his arms properly…

The way he would look kneeling with the ribbons in his hair and around his neck with his arms behind his back. I can’t see him as anything but a good boy. 😌

He would look so pretty all vulnerable, gazing up through his dark eyelashes. He’s so polite, waiting patiently to be touched, blushing whenever he gets told how lovely he looks.

And then when he finally gets touched exactly where he needs it, he’d let out the prettiest moans and broken gasps. Like, if he came before I said he could, I imagine that he’d immediately be so apologetic and regretful that it would be impossible for me not to forgive him

I want to DEVOUR him.

anon u deserve a kiss fr….

jiho kneeling before you, looking like an angel freshly fallen from heaven. the way a pink ribbon adorned his hair, one gracing his neck, falling against his bare chest, and a last one—wrapped gently, yet tightly around his arms that fell behind him.

he’d look up at you with the biggest doe eyes, glossed over in adoration, and sparking like there were stars in them. he’d sit there blinking his pretty eyes, a small smile on his lips as he waited for your orders.

“you look so pretty, jiho.” you’d tell him, bending down and caressing his face. he’d look away and you didn’t miss the way his ears turned red, and cheeks became a light shade of pink. finding him cute, you would giggle which resulted in an embarrassed whine coming from jiho.

“enough teasing my cute baby, you want me to make you feel good?” your voice sounded to right to jiho, whatever you said, he’d do. jiho let out a nod to your question, but you needed more.

“i need to hear you say it. can you do that for me?” you asked, kissing his forehead, encouraging him to give you a verbal answer. jiho nodded his head before speaking.

“yes, ‘wan you to touch me.” his voice was airy, and barely above a whisper. a smile appeared on your face, hearing jiho.

“good boy, that’s much better.” jiho would have so much pride to keep up the title as ‘good boy.’ even in his bratty episodes, it didn’t take much to have him begging to be praised.

you remove the underwear your boyfriend is wearing, and take in his appearance. his lips were slightly glossy with his spit, the rise and fall of his chest draped with ribbon, making him look so delicate.

your hand moves to jiho’s cock and he flinches, slightly surprised at the sensation. your pace quickens as you feel him throb in your hand. if you were to spit in your hand, then jerk him, jiho would moan so loud. his mouth would part and he’d take several, short inhales.

the closer jiho got to his orgasm, the harder it got for him. as much pleasure he was in, it also felt like a punishment—not being able to touch you, to hold you, while you made him feel good almost broke jiho. but he’d stay good for you, only for you.

“can i cum?” jiho’s legs were spread, and he was challenging himself not to buck into your hand. his inquiry was followed by a series of airy moans. his eyes bore into yours as he silently pleaded, but you stood your ground.

“not yet pretty boy, soon though. can you wait for me?” your unoccupied hand made it’s way into jiho’s hair as you jerked him. your fingers massaged at his scalp as your other hand kept a slow, steady pace. his head drew back in pleasure and his mouth opened, again answering you with a nods.

“words, please.” you stated, a kiss being placed on his cheek.

“yes. yes, i can wait.” jiho was making the prettiest noises at this point, getting louder by the second. he could feel his body temperature rising, another loud groan leaving his throat as you circled his leaking tip.

gathering the pearl of precum, you slicked it over his length. a lewd, almost pornographic sound being produced with every stroke. you sped up, watching jiho writhe. his eyes were blown, black hair sticking to his forehead. you continued your actions, taking the time to kiss jiho and whisper praises into his ear.

“you’re doing so good for me.” jiho’s eyes screwed shut and he put his head in the crook of your neck.

“my beautiful boy, you deserve everything.” jiho couldn’t hold out anymore. he reached his orgasm, a loud, broken whine erupting from him. thick ropes of cum dripping from his pink tip, falling onto your hand, and the floor. his hips would buck into your fist, riding out his orgasm, before coming to his senses.

coming down from his high and realizing he didn’t ask you to cum, immediately upset jiho.

“mama, i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry it just felt so good.” jiho shook his head, his plump lips in a pout. he wished his hands weren’t tied, so he could grab your arm—show you how serious he was.

“i swear i didn’t mean to, i was trying to be good for you.” jiho’s voice was whiny and he sounded like he was about to cry. you couldn’t do anything but smile at him, knowing he was being truthful.

you sucked your teeth and made your way behind jiho. “i know my sweet boy. you did so good, there’s no need to apologize.” you untied the ribbon restricting your boyfriend’s movements, unraveling the restraints with care.

you made your way in front of him once more. you lifted his arms and examined them—looking at the pink imprints the fabric made, almost like they were still there. you brought his arms to your mouth and place tiny kisses along them.

“you did amazing.” the volume of your voice mimicking jiho’s from earlier. your fingers carded through his black hair, soft sighs falling from his mouth.

“thank you so much.” jiho said, snuggling into you further.

OKAY WTF I SAW THIS AND WAS LIKE IMMEADITALT #ineedthat honestly anon i love u but i hate u cause u put this image in my head…but i’ll neverrr see it irl😔but no srsly i loved this ouuu i need jiho too. y’all are inspiring me like i’m living for it. let’s see how long it lasts tho😹

[f1-disaster-bi]

Oke i saw a picture of lando napping on a couch

and now im just imagining Oscar walking into Lando's driversroom and seeing him just all sleepy and not being a menace and he just has a full gay panic of 'omg wait why these feelings oh fuck on no' and Lando wakes up to him just staring and Lando's like tf??u good mate?

and Oscar is too flustered to answer and dashes for the door leaving lando extremely confused

do with this what u will ghghdgdhh

♡

Anon that is absolutely adorable and so them 🥺

"Lando....", Oscar's voice died away as he pushed open the door to the other man's drivers room.

Zak had sent him to grab the other for debrief, but Oscar found himself hesitating in the doorway at the sight before him. His hand still on the door, clutching it like a life line as his stomach felt all fuzzy.

Lando was sprawled out on the little couch in his drivers room. His neck at an angle that made Oscar's wince, only a wadded up hoodie under his head to try prevent the ache. He had one arm trailing off the couch, hand open, and a water bottle on its side as if Lando had fallen asleep with it in his hand. His mouth was parted slightly, and Oscar couldn't help but stare at his lips.

His heart was hammering in his chest. His mind racing with a thousand thoughts all at once, and all of them boiled down to the fact that Oscar wanted to kiss his teammate.

He wanted to carefully make his way to Lando, and crouch down beside him. He wanted to run his fingers through sleep messy curls and whisper Lando's name, before kissing the other awake with a soft kiss to his lips followed by kisses to his face. He wanted it so badly that he even took a step into the room, his fingers finally realising the door handle he hand been strangle with his hold.

Lando didn't stir. He stayed silently sleeping, and Oscsr wished he was brave enough to snap a picture of this moment. A moment where Lando, who was so full of mischief and joy and life, was finally still. A small moment where Lando let his guard down and was soft, vulnerable and beautiful as he napped. His lashes long, making Oscar fixate on them for a moment before his foot hit the fallen water bottle.

It skittering across the floor, breaking Oscar's trance and making Lando flinch awake. His eyes wide and confused, sleep lingering there until they Lando on Oscar and then, then they soften and Lando gave him the softest smile Oscar had ever seen.

"Osc, did I fall 'sleep?", Lando mumbled, rubbing his eyes and blinking as he tried to shuffle into a seated position.

Oscar felt as if his heart was in his stomach because oh, oh, he was in love with Lando. His teammate. His friend.

"Oscar?"

"Zak needs us in debrief", Oscar panicked, blurting out as he felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment.

Lando was looking at him again. A little more awake this time, and fully concerned but before he could open his mouth, Oscar was speeding out of the room without looking back.

He didn't stop until he found an empty hallway. Oscar let his head fall forward and hit the wall as he swallowed back the words he had so desperately wanted to say out.

"Don't fall for you teammate, kid", Mark had jokingly told him after had signed his contract and Oscar had rolled his eyes.

Yet he had gone and done it.

He was in love with his teammate.

[sucrows]

howdy! for the ask game can i mayhaps get madara, himeru n chiaki for c, g and l but ik u already answered c for madara its fine to just skip him these three freaks of nature have been on my mind constantly lately

Felt frfr

(NSFW UNDER CUT

[C] CUM: 

Already answered here!

[G] GOOFY: 

Dear lord can this guy get silly. He always tries to start sex on a lighter mood, which often includes being quite silly. He’ll use silly innuendos, bad pick-up lines, weird analogies- anything and everything. It’s partially because he’s fucking incapable of being any level of emotionally vulnerable, but also because he wants his partner to be totally at ease with him.  

[I] INTIMACY: 

Already answered here!

[C] CUM: 

If there’s one thing he loves, it’s painting his partner with his cum. He can’t risk creampies due to his position, but releasing all over someone's body can always be fair game. If he had a long-time partner though... perhaps frottage and coming on their genitals would be acceptable. Despite this all though, he’s not a fan of having cum on him. It gets cold and sticky much too quickly for his liking. He can tolerate someone finishing inside of him though he would prefer it be into a tissue or a hand or something easily cleanable/disposable. 

[G] GOOFY: 

Generally speaking? Not. Sometimes he can say something in a bit of a weird way which might catch the both of you off guard, but that’s the most you can get from him. He treats sex as a serious and personal affair and thinks it deserves respect. 

[I] INTIMACY: 

Very intimate. As stated, HiMERU treats sex rather seriously. He doesn’t sleep around often if at all, so the only people he generally has sex with are people he cares about. Sex is an easy way for him to convey his emotions when he may be unable to share them. He appreciates it when his partner does the same. He naturally takes a leading role, so he feels very responsible- almost protective- of them during sex so he wants them to follow him.

 

[C] CUM: 

Very embarrassed by the whole topic of cum. He knows he should be responsible and wear a condom or pull out, but he can’t help loving creampies. He’s another member of the breeding kink club. He likes you, he likes children, therefore, he wants children with you. He’ll hold off out of obligation but... trust me, he would do nothing but cum in you if he could- even if you couldn’t conceive (let him have his fantasy please). For his partner’s cum, he lives to please. Wherever they want, even if it embarrasses him, he will put on a show. On him, in his hole, in his mouth. As long as you give it to him, he’s happy with it. 

[G] GOOFY: 

In the beginning of a relationship, Chiaki is so nervously eager to have sex it’s endearing. He hasn’t quite gained the comfort and suaveness to really be properly goofy or properly sensual. As time goes on, he gets more into the goofy category. Sex is a fun event! It makes you both feel good! Then as more time goes on, as he gets more and more comfortable with sex and you then... he becomes more sensual in the end. He’ll still be silly- especially when first initiating- but he’s calmed down about it.  

[I] INTIMACY: 

He starts sex on a very light tone but, as time goes on, he becomes more and more sensual. He’s a true romantic after all. It’s an activity for you two to share together. It’s bonding... he loves it. He wants nothing more but to please you and make you feel happy and loved. His goal during sex is to not only enjoy yourselves, but to feel closer to the other person. 

[spuukinightmares]

Mondo Owada Headcanons

Because I need more of these . I need more of these so badly and if no one will give them to me I’ll DO IT MYSELF DAMMIT!

These are all romantic btw . sooo it’s x reader . If that’s not what u want thennnn sorrayyy !!

I feel like I’m gonna end up regretting this later and cringing at myself … but oh well !

Let’s just get this over with so I can gaslight myself into believing that I never wrote this nuh uh no way

Just in case you’re unaware, Mondo falls into the “tough guy delinquent who’s actually a big softie” trope of character.

Which basically means, though he acts all tough and looks all scary in front of everyone else, with his S/O? It’s almost a complete 180.

Whenever you’re alone together, he’s a huge teddy bear.

At the beginning of the relationship, it may take a while for him to actually be comfortable with cuddling and stuff like that.

He may not look it, but he’s actually kinda shy!

He doesn’t wanna mess things up, he doesn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Plus, his whole life he’s had to keep together his strong, tough guy image in front of everyone.

He’s never really had anyone that he could just be vulnerable with until you. It was a big change.

Once he comes out of his shell though? HUGE cuddler.

He loves to hold you in his arms, to hold your hand, kiss you…

I think that physical touch would be one of his main love languages.

But he still values his image, so when you’re in public together, he isn’t gonna be super affectionate with you.

That’s not to say he won’t be affectionate at all, though!

It’s kind of silly how he does pda, he’s too embarrassed to hold your hand but he’ll still wrap his arm around you when you walk together.

Probably because it still makes him feel strong in a sense that it feels like he’s protecting you.

As well as signalling to other people that they need to back off.

He can get jealous quite easily. There’s a part of him that believes that he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

That maybe you’d be better off dating someone else.

It makes him feel afraid. Afraid that he’s going to lose you.

I think once you can convince him that you wouldn’t do something like that, and that you don’t want anyone other than him,

He’ll start to hold your hand. :]

Here’s an uncommon headcanon for you:

I’m so sorry, but he would not let you wear the jacket.

Cute as the idea may be, I imagine that his coat is quite sacred to him, sort of like his hair.

So unless you’re a part of the Crazy Diamonds, he’s not gonna let you wear it.

On the topic of his hair though, he almost always has it in his signature pompadour.

And no, he won’t let you touch the pompadour either.

You’ve asked him before if he’s ever let his hair be unstyled, and if he’d ever show you what that would look like.

Immediate answer is “hell no.”

With a bit of convincing, he says that maybe he’ll show you one day, but only if you don’t acknowledge it when it happens.

You agree, of course, but MAN is that a difficult promise to keep.

Because when it actually happens you wanna say something so badly because he looks ??? So gorgeous ?????

But you keep quiet.

Eventually he’ll end up letting you play with it at some point, but only when it’s down.

He finds it very soothing when you run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

It’s so soothing in fact, that it causes him to fall asleep. Everytime.

Very adorable, just make sure to use this power wisely.

Surprisingly, he’s a quiet sleeper. Though he does drool.

If you sleep in the same bed, he’ll always be cuddling with you in some way.

Whether it be just having an arm around you, or hugging you close to him.

He is VERY warm. Great for when it’s cold, but pretty annoying during the summer.

So maybe try not to be under the covers with him in hot weather.

Good luck getting out of bed in the morning btw because he is NOT letting you go.

He’s usually out with his gang at night so he has a habit of going to bed late and not getting up until like . 12pm or something.

Which kinda works out if your sleep schedule is just as bad as his (coughs me coughs).

You help patch him up after fights !!

He gets into a lot of them, and sometimes he doesn’t even notice where he got hurt.

He’s a bit careless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’re always the one thoroughly checking him over and bandaging him.

It would be oh so cute if you kissed some of his wounds before putting on bandages.

He begins to sort of look forward to you patching him up, so much so that he even allows himself to be hit a few times just so that you can.

He’d NEVER admit to this though. Never.

This isn’t to say that he wouldn’t try to avoid getting seriously injured, however.

He knows you care about him and he doesn’t wanna worry you, so he’s started trying extra hard to not get super roughed up.

Plus he tries to avoid fights all together when you’re with him.

Did I mention that he lets you ride behind him on his motorcycle? Because he does.

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll keep the muffler on. Or get you some earplugs.

If you’re nervous about it for the first time, he’ll promise to be careful.

Expect to be riding behind him a lot.

He’s never quite sure what to do for dates, so he usually just drives you around the city and makes a bunch of stops at places that he thinks you’d like.

He might also buy you some little trinkets if he has the money.

He’ll be especially nervous with giving gifts to you, he really wants you to like them.

Will probably end up shouting and cursing at nothing, assuming the worst if you don’t respond right away.

He’ll feel REALLY BAD if you flinch, apologizing profusely. And swearing at himself some more as he tries to quiet down.

Eventually you’ll be able to spot the signs when he’s nervous.

You’ll attempt to calm him by holding his hand or putting your hand on his arm or chest, reassuring him that it’s okay and he doesn’t have to feel so nervous.

He’s been working on his volume, for your sake.

Overall he is a very loving and gentle boyfriend, if not a little awkward.

You just need to show him a bit of patience :]

omfg this took SO LONGG and ended up BEING so long too . Oopsie . But anyways I hope that anyone who read this got some sort of enjoyment out of it because I will never be writing again goodbye forever I shall now retreat into my little hole of shame. /hj

WHY IS TUMBLR SO HARD TO USE WHY DOES IT KEEP DELETING TEXT ?? AND IT ADDS TEXT IVE ALR DELETED .. HELP?

I think I need to go to sleep .

[frogiwi]

12, 17, and 30! 🦀

HI CRAB THANK U CRAB SRY FOR THE WAIT

12. a trope you're really into right now

THANK YOU FOR ASKING. I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ONE SO BAD. you got basically the whole jist of it in discord already but

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥KINK EXPLORATION/DISCOVERY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

still not exactly sure if this counts as a trope but it's taggable on ao3 so i'm going with it bc there isn't anything else that i'm consistently into rn. but yeah a lot of my fic ideas right now are starting to converge around these themes of characters exploring or discovering their kinks and the scenarios are both extremely hot to think about as well as extremely interesting ways to explore character. most of these ideas revolve around chihaya experimenting and i think it compels me so much because of his body/self-image issues and like, the main kink i'm exploring with him being exhibitionism.

i've already thought chihaya was a freak (affectionate) since i first met him but like kink feels like such a specific thing within the realm of sexual exploration and i feel like he'd have an interesting relationship with it. it's also really interesting for me to think about bc it's different than "normal" smut scenarios. there's like an element of control and orchestration, which are also really interesting with chihaya, and playing with dynamics in a more tangible way than i usually do. todochi isn't a ship where i have strict t/b preferences but i do see chihaya as more domineering/leading, so taking that in this direction where he's like, proposing something to try because he's curious, and how that relates to the trust between todochi and their understanding of each other has also been cool to explore. it's basically impossible for me to write about chihaya without it being a character study so i really like putting him in a vulnerable situation like this and seeing how he deals with it. he's already showing more embarrassment/anxiety in my current wip than the full confidence he had when i first had the idea, and i'm actually really liking that. there's something really satisfying about putting him in an uncertain situation and having him fear it but then feel gratified by it, feeling freed by some part of it.

so i'm really looking forward to trying to write more of this theme and seeing what i learn about the characters and just exploring more in this space i haven't really gone into before. it's super cool!!!

17. talking about your writing and editing process

well i ended up somewhat answering this in response to one of hidey's but it's fine, i don't have much of a process anyway

ideas usually come to me either as lines of dialogue or random scenarios and i'll just try to note those down in my ideas doc asap so i don't forget, especially when it's dialogue bc the phrasing can be so finnicky. and then it's kinda just like... i write when i'm lucky enough to have the energy and braincells and motivation dskjhkjsdg

outlining isn't something i really do past like, bulletpoints of dialogue/specific scenes i'd like to hit in the order i'd like to hit them but not much more detailed than that. so i keep that in the doc i'm working in to reference but otherwise my stories kinda discover themselves as they go and usually end up pretty different than what i originally had in mind.

i write in a way where i mostly nail down the phrasing im going for as im writing so i don't have much of an editing process there. lately hidey has been betaing for me from time to time which has been really nice hehe. i mostly need this when i get really stuck on how to progress (or how to start.... or how to end....) and then sometimes to see if the things i'm trying to convey are coming across. so usually that will lead to some edits but not usually any major rewrites. sometimes adding scenes, sometimes changing them, but i'm kind of allergic to drafting so there's never been like a huge overhaul of something i'm working on. for me it's like once it's written (esp if a Lot is written) im not super willing to change it a ton and luckily so far i don't think i've had anything where i feel like what i have written is all wrong and needs to be redone... i think asking for hidey's thoughts while i'm in the middle of something helps with that LOL so it like, corrects or clears up the direction i'm going before i can go in a bad one, yknow?

then a few proofreads at the end mostly for wording and such, and then voila.... posting and dying!!

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

oh god i need to go check which ones i linked last time bc there was a similar question... i think it was either the vampire fic or the hanfuyu fic or maybe both for slightly different questions.... so i'll pick smth else

i think my new answer will be all at once which i posted in early december! it's a short oneshot about todo and kaname and i was really happy about it bc i got to start the ship tag on ao3 skjdhgjks but also it ended up like a lot better and more interesting than i thought it would. it started out as such a silly little idea about todo piercing kaname's ears but as i was writing it i noticed more about the similarities between them, and the interesting things they could notice about each other, and it wound up pretty heartfelt and sweet. i had another todokei wip before this that was a pretty different angle of them, but i'm glad i ended up writing this one first. it was really fun and it reminded me how effective it can be to write about a short, simple scenario and just focus fully on it, rather than a long overarching story, which the last few stories i wrote before this one had all been. and it helped me better understand what i find compelling about their relationship!! and propagandize others about it >:3

phew that was long. again. thanks crab ily!!!