#just to draw the outfit right nuh uh

[viridianv0id]

my little silly pressure oc Asher!

convicted of 5 counts of arson causing a total of 29 deaths and theyre just a totally normal guy!!

their pronouns are they/them

also i made my own reaction image

yes i know the name is wrong this is FOR MEEEE

[kikyoupdates]

Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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You were four years old when it happened.

As far back as you could remember, you’d lived in an orphanage. You’d never met your real parents, nor did it seem like they had any intention of coming to get you, just based on how your caretakers would act. They tried to convince you that your parents must have had their reasons; that they might not have been in the right place to take care of you, but it served as little reassurance. You felt unwanted, unloved. You wondered what you could have possibly done that your own parents wouldn’t want to be with you—why all of these children were missing their families. You didn’t understand, but it felt unfair. For whatever reason, you were undesirable. At least, that’s the way you felt.

On a rather uneventful day, you were out on the playground with some of the other kids from the orphanage. They were all playing together, but you were off by the sandpit on your own, fiddling with the outfit on your doll. At some point a cluster of them had broken off, and one of the boys came right up to you, grinned, and snatched the doll straight out of your hands.

You frowned at him. “Give it back.”

“Nuh uh,” he jeered. “You’re always so boring, [Name]. You never play with the rest of us.”

“I’m not in the mood to play right now. Can you please give me my doll back?”

“What’s so fun about these dolls anyways?” The boy squinted at the toy in his hands, and without wasting a beat, popped one of the doll’s legs clean off. “Whoa!” he cried out. “They break so easily!”

You felt like you should be bursting into tears, but oddly enough, the tears didn’t come. You were eerily composed, a sense of calm washing over you. Something was telling you there was no reason to get worked up. You felt your chest growing warm, and your eyes began to glow a faint, pink shade. You stepped up to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist.

“You ruined my doll,” you said. “Apologize.”

“Huh—?” He stared back at you, dubious, and something akin to realization overtook his expression. He began to grow red in the cheeks, his breaths became irregular, and he swayed unsteadily on his own two feet. The boy stared down at the doll and its now missing leg in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “I-I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “I didn’t mean to… [Name]. I’m really, really sorry!”

You’d never seen the boy act like this before. He was always up to some sort of mischief, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go around teasing the other girls. You glanced down to where your fingers were laced around his wrist. You tightened your grip, watching the way his blush only deepened.

“I want a new doll,” you told him.

“Of course! I’m so sorry… I’ll tell the supervisors what happened and get you a new one right away, I promise!”

Even his accomplices seemed to be confused. “Dude, why are you apologizing to her? She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else!”

“She thinks she’s too good to play with the rest of us!”

You pulled away from the first boy and stared at the other two. Still hesitant, you reached over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. You felt something rushing or pulsing through your body. The air felt like it tasted richer, sweeter. And this time you were sure of it—the moment your hand made contact with their bodies, each of the boys grew red in the face and started rocking on their feet as if they were drunk.

“Apologize,” you ordered again.

“We’re sorry, [Name]!”

“So sorry…”

You took a step back and marveled at what had just happened. All three of them were staring at you with flushed, puffy cheeks, as if they were awaiting your next command. Your small limbs were practically oozing with power. You were sure that this must have been what everyone was always talking about—the birth of your Quirk.

“You guys can leave me alone now,” you said, crouching back down inside the sandpit. “Please make sure I get a new doll and tell the supervisors that you were the reason it broke in the first place.”

They nodded their heads furiously, already rushing over to confess their wrongdoings. You hugged your knees to your chest and inhaled shakily. You didn’t know exactly what kind of power it was, but the feeling of others being so helpless before you… it was oddly exhilarating.

—

You explained to the caretakers the gist of what had happened, and they began speculating as to what type of power you had. It was worth noting that while some became more interested in you as a result of your newly-developed Quirk, others were a bit more apprehensive after finding out what had happened to the three boys. The teachers and caretakers instructed you not to use your Quirk on others needlessly, since you presumably had a power that could control people.

Of course, you didn’t listen.

The next couple of weeks cleared up some questions you had about your Quirk. To be more exact, you weren't consciously using it. It was a difficult power to control, and you would find that it activated on its own without your awareness. It became evident that your Quirk didn’t simply enable you to control others; there were other aspects to it that you were struggling to grasp. You were too young and naive to make sense of it all, but the one thing that was seemingly apparent was that your powers relied on attracting others to you.

You’d been rather quiet and reserved for the majority of your stay at the orphanage, but now the others flocked to you like birds. The boys especially seemed most susceptible to your powers. They would follow you around for near hours at a time, even going so far as to give you presents that you hadn’t even asked for. On some occasions, the caretakers themselves would tilt their heads and smile, saying what a “cute, charming girl” you were, before letting you get away with things that normally wouldn’t have been allowed.

At first, you thought you liked your Quirk. You were getting more attention than you ever had, and for the first time, you felt loved and desired. You thought that maybe if you’d been born with this power, your parents might not have abandoned you. All of the boys in the orphanage loved you, all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and they would each go to any lengths to make you happy. You could get anything you wanted. Truly, it was the best possible Quirk.

But this too, was a fleeting feeling. Before long, the attention became overbearing. You could never get away from it all, from the looks of desire and adoration. The friendships you’d developed with the children started to feel less genuine and more fabricated. You felt like they weren’t really your friends; that your power was just forcing them to be. These ugly thoughts started to pile on more and more, to the point that you began to resent your Quirk. You couldn’t control the power leaving your body, and it felt as if you were living life trying to navigate through a misty pink haze.

Several months passed, and a visitor came to the orphanage.

“I’ve come to take you in, [Name].”

It was a man with pin-straight black hair and striking red eyes. He introduced himself as Mikael, and declared that he’d already filled out all the required paperwork to adopt you. The orphan children began to cry, lamenting the fact that you would be leaving them. You were both relieved and anxious. Even if you couldn’t control your powers, here, at least, you could rest easy knowing that everyone adored you. You’d spent all of your life in the orphanage, and you were a little afraid to leave.

This guy will probably listen to anything I say anyways…

Mikael held you by the hand and led you outside once you’d bid farewell to everyone. He looked down at you, eyes gleaming, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. “I think you’ll find that your Quirk will have no effect on me, descendant of Aphrodite.”

“Aphrodite?”

You stared up at him, confused. He didn’t answer your question and instead chuckled to himself.

“Not to worry. I will teach you how to control your Quirk in due time. You’ve been blessed with a gift, young one. A beautiful power capable of touching the hearts of many.”

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[sachirobabe]

Chapter 8

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 3202

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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"You sure you don't want to come with?" You sigh into your phone, currently on a call with Himari.

"Nuh uh, no way." You can imagine she's shaking her head quickly, "I'm not going to ruin your date." She squeals.

"We're doing homework." You say, but a part of you is a little nervous to go. You've hung out with him before, but for some reason you're finding yourself caring about what you wear to meet up with him.

"It's a start. Trust me, I'm so rooting for you both." She says happily. "Text me when you're home so we can debrief." She squeals again and hung up.

You frown at your phone and set it down, looking through your closet to find something to wear. Do you wear something comfortable? Cute? Causal? It was pretty warm, as it was later in may, heading to June and July.

You decide on a casual comfy outfit, seeing no wrong in it. You checked your appearance last minute and take a deep breath before waving to your parents goodbye.

As you walk to the agreed destination, you text him that you're on your way. He sees your message as he's sitting at a table, he's been waiting for you. He was so nervous that he left extra early.

The sun beamed down on you, making you sweat a little and in need of a drink. You enter the library and your eyes meet his, you're smiling. A bit too much as you catch yourself excited to do homework with him.

"Hey." You quietly say, "I hope you weren't waiting too long?"

He shook his head, "Not at all." He lied, there's no way he's telling you that he was an hour early. "I got you a drink..I figured since it's warm out you'd be thirsty—or you like to sip on something as you work." He nervously says.

You think it's cute that you can see a hint of pink on his cheeks, why? You're not so sure about that. You can't possibly be thinking he likes you like that, right?

"Thank you, that's so nice of you." You smile and take the iced drink, sipping on it and enjoy the flavor he bought you.

He nods and sips his own drink, trying to calm himself down. He almost chokes on his drink as he spots a few of his teammates in disguise behind a book shelf. He glares at them, specifically Yaku. He just knows this was his idea.

His eyes look at you quickly and is less tense as you haven't even noticed them. You're looking through your backpack and finding a few worksheets. He makes up an excuse that he's going to try and find a book.

You buy it and he gets up and walks quickly over to his teammates. "What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" He whispers, careful not to make too much noise or draw any unwanted attention.

Yaku, Yamamoto, and Lev all wore some shitty disguise. One that consisted of sunglasses and hats—which was stupid in Kuroo's opinion, who wears sunglasses inside?

"It was his idea." Yamamoto and Lev point accusatory fingers at Yaku.

"Oh fuck you guys." Yaku sighs.

"What're you guys doing?! What if she sees you?" Kuroo panicked.

"Relax. I just had to see you weren't lying." Yaku says and crosses his arms.

"Yaku said I could learn a thing or two by coming." Lev says, throwing the libero under the bus again.

"And why are you here?" Kuroo rolls his eyes at the other twos excuses.

"Someone has to be the responsible one." Yamamoto proudly says, but Kuroo was not buying it. None of them were capable of that right now. "Okay fine. Yaku said he'd buy me food."

"Dude?!" Yaku looks at him, "Well, now you're not getting it."

"I said this was a bad idea, for the record." Yamamoto says, as if that was going to make him look more innocent. "And you're still buying me food."

"Guys, please leave. If she sees you guys—in these shitty disguises, she won't want to hangout with me again." Kuroo whines, grasping at anything to get his teammates to leave.

"Bro, relax." Yaku says, "We won't get noticed."

"And what if I did this to you while you're with the girl you like?" Kuroo flips the situation onto him.

"Yaku can't get girls." Lev says and Yaku kicks him, Yamamoto held his mouth to not laugh loudly.

Kuroo's mind was filled with worry, he'd laugh at that joke later. "Yaku, I can't be embarrassed. I'm already nervous as is." He admits.

Yaku senses his captains worries and sighs, "Okay fine. We'll leave, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't lying. I can't stand the fact that you have a girlfriend before me." He glares.

"Oh god, thank you." Kuroo breathes out a huge breath of relief. "I've already taken too long, hurry up before she sees you." The three nod and Kuroo acts casual as he walks back up to the table.

"You didn't find your book?" You ask quietly and look up from your worksheet.

He looks at you confused, but then realizes that was the lie he told you. "Oh—yeah, no. Couldn't find it." He takes a long sip of his drink, watching his teammates pretend they're in an action movie as they leave the library.

The workers all looked at them like they were crazy. He's glad you didn't look behind you, otherwise he probably would've died from embarrassment.

Kuroo takes out his homework and works on it quietly in front of you. After a little you take a mental break, putting away two out of three papers into folders and into your bag.

"You look focused." You smile, he thinks his entire face is red as he feels you stare at him.

"Coach Mori assigns a lot of homework." He chuckles, "How's it going for you?

"Good, I just need to take a break." You say and stretch, "Otherwise I think my brain will explode."

"Oh, I'm sure you're okay." Kuroo laughs. "Miss smarty pants." He teases.

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Ha ha. Very funny."

"You think I'm lyin'?" He quirks an eyebrow, his homework long forgotten about.

You shake your head and chuckle quietly, wary of others studying nearby. "I know I'm smart, way smarter than you." You tease a little, finding the small banter amusing.

He laughs a little too loud and gets a look from the librarian, he smiles widely at you and the two of you quietly chuckle. "You're going to get us kicked out." He says quietly.

"Me? You're the one who laughs loud." You shake your head.

He wants to tell you that he laughs loud like this when he's with you, nobody else can make him feel this way. But, he's taking baby steps right now, he can barely ask you to hangout without turning bright red.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" He speaks up after a few seconds.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "I thought we were supposed to be studious?" Your actions are the opposite of your words as you begin putting away your things.

He grins and throws his things into his bag, he stands up and pushes his chair in, waiting for you to finish up and follow him.

"Where are we going?" You ask, finally not having to keep your voice down.

He thinks for a moment, walking beside you. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Of course." You nod and smile.

"I know a place." He says and leads the way, "Kenma and I have been going here since we were kids."

"Himari and I have a spot like that too." You say, keeping up with his long legs.

"Yeah?" He says interested, "What is it?"

"Bowling." You chuckle, "You know that old place deeper in town?"

He hums, "Yeah, haven't been there since I was little. It's still running?"

"Himari and I practically keep the place going." Your laugh was beautiful to him, he needs to hear more of it. "Last time we went was for her birthday, right before school started."

"So, does that mean you're like a pro?" He smiles, thinking he could potentially beat you.

"I'm not bad, but definitely not the best." You see the competitive glint in his eyes, "We mostly go for the curly fries and milkshakes."

He shakes his head softly, "I found the ice cream place the first time I asked Kenma to play volleyball with me." He smiles at the memory, "I practically forced him, so I offered to buy him a cone if he played with me."

"So you bribed him into playing volleyball?" You raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckles.

"I guess so. I would ask him to play a lot, so he and I quickly became regulars at the shop." His eyes leave yours momentarily as he opens the shop door for you.

You thank him, the bell ringing and an older woman looks up from her magazine. "Is that you, Tetsurou?" She pushes up her glasses and smiles warmly at him.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Yuki." Kuroo smiles back at her.

"My oh my, you've grown." She chuckles and closes her magazine.

"Maybe just a little." He chuckles and scratches his neck, "but it's only been 2 weeks."

"2 weeks too long, dear." She says and finally takes notice of you, "And you've even brought your girlfriend, how cute." She claps her hands together.

You think your heart just stopped beating for a second, your mouth opens to deny or say anything, but a part of you kind of liked it.

Kuroo felt his face heat up, he had been telling her about his struggles to talk to you for years. "Oh, we're just—"

"What can I get you two?" She interrupts him, liking the way he blushes at you.

"Don't—uh don't mind her." Kuroo turns to you, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's okay." You chuckle, noticing how his face was more pink than normal. "I've never been here before, what would you recommend?" You ask and walk closer to Mrs. Yuki.

"Well, all of our ice cream is homemade." She smiles warmly, she can see why Kuroo had taken a liking to you. "I'd be happy to let you sample any flavors you'd like."

You smile widely at and thank her. You take a few minutes to read the labels on the tubs, you tried a few flavors. They were all delicious, her ice cream was nothing you've ever tasted before.

"I'll do a scoop of strawberry, please." You say and throw away the little spoon of the sample. She nods and takes her scooper, she gets a heavy ball and puts it in a waffle cone.

You grab it and wait for Kuroo to order, wanting to treat him.

"I'll do my usual scoop of matcha." He tells her, his face is still pink from earlier. She goes to put it in the register, you weren't given a chance to go up because he beat you to it.

"Hey!" You protest, "I said—"

"Too slow." He grins and pays for both of your treats.

"I said next time was on me. Let me pay you back." You go to reach for your wallet and he stops you and shakes his head.

"I invited you here." He smiles, your breath is caught in your throat at his smile, you've always known he was cute, but this was different. He was more than cute.

"Fine, but next time—"

"Eat your ice cream." He says and bumps your elbow on purpose, making your ice cream smudge onto your lips. He laughs, knowing exactly what he did. Mrs. Yuki hands him a napkin and he hands it to you.

"You're so funny, Kuroo Tetsurou." You playfully glare at him and wipe your mouth.

"You kids enjoy." Mrs. Yuki smiles, she can feel her face hurt from watching the two of you. She's happy to see Kuroo so happy.

Kuroo continues to laugh as he leads you outside to the tables. "Eat your ice cream." You do the same thing to him, he licks his lips and smiles.

"How mean." He says and wipes his face as well with his own napkin.

"You did it first!" You laugh and eat your ice cream, watching the green leave his face and onto his napkin.

"It's good, right?" Kuroo asks, seeing your eyes light up at the treat.

"Way too good." You chuckle, "I won't be able to eat store bought ice cream anymore."

"Welcome to my world." He laughs. "She's practically my second mom." He says, looking inside the shop for a moment.

"She's very sweet." You nod, "How long has she worked here for?"

"Her whole life, I think." Kuroo says, "Her father bought the store for her when she was young."

"It's a cute shop. I can't believe I've never came here before." You bit into your waffle cone.

"Yeah, I help her out from time to time." His tongue savors the flavor he got, "She needs help moving her batches sometimes."

"That's nice of you," You smile. "Thank you, by the way. For the ice cream."

He shakes his head, "No problem."

"But for real. Next time is on me." You warn him with a finger pointing at him and he only grins. Already knowing that would never happen, but he goes along with it for now.

You sit for hours there just talking to him, he made you smile a lot. You're trying so hard to keep your mind straight and focused on prelims, but being out with him was just so much fun.

It wouldn't hurt to keep this going, would it? You're still focused during practices and games, that's not changing.

Kuroo looks at his phone for the time and sighs, "It's getting a little late." He notices the sun setting, he looks at your features, appreciating how well the sun hit you right now. He almost wants to sneak a picture, but he doesn't want to seem creepy, he just wishes he could capture this moment forever.

"Yeah, we should start heading back." You say and throw away your napkin.

"I'll walk 'ya." He offered.

"You sure? I swear I thought your house was in the opposite direction." You say.

"Nonsense. I'll just take the long way." He chuckles and you give in, it was hard not to, especially since you didn't want it to end. "Don't want you to get kidnapped." He jokes.

You rolled your eyes, "I'd come back to haunt you."

"Oh, I'm honored." He laughs. "I had a lot of fun with you." He side eyes you for a reaction, you're smiling when he finishes his sentence and that's a win in his book.

"I did too." You say truthfully, you didn't even want to go home. "Who knew? That the nekoma boys volleyball captain was kinda cool?"

"Just kinda cool?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Don't push it." You joke and he laughs along. "I wasn't able to get very close with the other captains, so I'm really happy I got to know you more, Kuroo."

"Tetsurou. You can call me Tetsurou." His face gets hot.

You nod, "Tetsurou." He almost falls to the floor as a pile of putty after hearing his name leave your lips. "Today was fun." You say again, getting his attention, he was still smiling widely.

"We should do this again—if you want to of course, I-I don't want to force you unless you were just being nice—"

"I'd like that." You smile, cutting off his rambling and he lets out a grateful sigh.

"Great. Sounds good." He chuckles, telling himself to calm down.

"Actually..my parents leave tomorrow for a work trip," You gained a little more confidence to ask him to hang out, "And I have this cookie recipe I've been wanting to try, if you'd like to come over and bake with me?"

He feels his heart thump loudly against his chest, he's elated that you're the one who asked him to hang out again. He didn't want to feel like he was being too pushy or persistent. "I'd like that." His face hurts from how hard he's smiled all day with you.

"Great, so again tomorrow? At like noon?" You ask to confirm, looking at your house.

"Yeah, I'll be here." He nods. "Have a good rest of your night, Y/n."

"You too, Tetsurou." You give him a small wave and he thinks you look adorable. Once you're inside your room you're fumbling for your phone to call Himari to come over asap.

"Yeah? Wait—woah, slow down, slow down." Himari laughs on the other end.

"Wait! Don't go yet, he's walking past your house right now." You say as you look out your bedroom window. "Okay okay, come now." You say after he rounds the corner and off to his house.

Himari greets your parents as she walks by, seeing them pack up their car. She runs to your room and barges through the door. "Spill." She smiles ecstatically.

You go on about how you did homework at the library and then got ice cream, basically just giving her the rundown. "And then, I asked him to come over tomorrow after my parents leave to bake cookies." You finish, hiding your face.

"No. Way. You, Y/n L/n, invited a cute boy over." Her jaw drops, before all of this you hadn't been super boy crazy, you had two boyfriends before, but it obviously didn't go on for more than a couple of months.

"I know! I don't know why I did it." You say uncontrollably smiling.

"You like him. You so do." Himari grins, "Don't give me that bullshit about how you don't." She raises her palm to your face.

"I don't." You deny, but you can't stop thinking about him. He gave you butterflies. "We are just friends."

"Wait till Mori hears this now." Himari laughs, "She's going to have a talk with you.”

You groan, "No. She won't. Because this isn't going anywhere."

"Then why are you so excited to tell me about what happened? And why you invited him over?" She catches you in a lie.

You frown and didn't answer her for a minute, "So what? This'll probably fizzle out and go away in a few weeks." 

Himari raises an eyebrow, "Sure." She pretends to go along with it. The rest of the night, you and Himari spent the night together, watching shows and eating popcorn.

Kuroo had the dopiest smile on his face as he got home, he can't even say in words how happy and excited he is. He calls Kenma and yaps for an hour about you.

Kenma doesn't even acknowledge his babbling, he focuses on his pc as he games, but he can't help his curious mind about how you've gotten his best friend smitten for almost three years. It brings a small smile to his face, this means Kuroo will leave him alone so he can game more.

[rodolfoparras]

Okay I gotta complain for a moment

Dorian, the company that bought The Arcana (?? Or brought it onto their team, Dorian doesn't make games themselves but helps others), made a modern story dating sim version of The Arcana and I am NOT the biggest fan 😭

I never played it but the way they dressed and characterized them just from their cards. I edited the cards to be side by side for reference for their casual outfits and info

LUCIO IN AXE BODY SPRAY???? NUH UH. He'd have a very expensive, fancy cologne that's like 3k for a few ounces bro. And something bugs me about his clothes, and I think it's the jacket.

Yes, Portia has a cat, but she would NOT wear the cat thigh highs in that fit?? She looks like she's about to do yard work??? Get her a sun hat, gloves and clippers bruh, maybe some knee pads instead to keep her knees safe. I cannot see her wearing that fit very casually either

Muriel would be a chronic sweater wearer, soft and comfy, but not that.... Especially the jacket tied in his waist. (Hell on earth that Muriel can't even escape the violence in the modern age)

In my head, I think Julian would be a LITTLE flashier. All the drip that boys got is a WATCH?? He's probably wear a necklace or something.. and probably piercings, at least his ears

Idk about Nadia... Something about her fit is... Wrong to me.

Asra looks good, me thinks. I almost see him wearing flowy skirts tho... Almost hippie-ish but not quite...

Learning to draw solely to fix these designs up

I've heard a few people say that they don't even know the characters any anymore and a lot of them are fandomized which is devastating. And with the way they present the characters with the extra Arcana game stuff makes me wanna agree

Anyways, sorry 😭😭 I just couldn't stop thinking about it, they irk me so bad, hoping the other anons get it

-🐧

I tried Dorian today!!! I played the modern story of arcana just see what the fuss was about since I keep getting ads for it and I decided I didn’t like it! I don’t like how the game is set up. For example if you want to charm Lucio you have to pick really obnoxious dialogue choices. I understand he’s self centered and what not but I don’t understand why I have to be that as well to charm him. If anything I’d love to have dialogue choices that do not reflect his personality because there’s no reason for me as a private investigator (that you are in the game) to come to a party to investigate a crime and say “woooooo partying all week sounds like so much fun”??

And although I don’t know the characters super well I too dislike the jacket 😭it feels like they did try to stay true to the characters but still keep it modern but it doesn’t look right with Lucio and it certainly doesn’t look right with Portia. I do have to say I liked Muriel’s suit but the casual outfit is certainly something Julian kind of reminds me of an eboy and it certainly doesn’t match his original style 😭

[bjfinn]

A DAY AT THE BEACH

(based on a drawing by @jennifer stolzer; video by a friend of mine, taken at St Zotique Beach, Quebec)

Note: Originally I called this story "Beached Beej", but I was never very happy with that title, so I renamed it.

"What are you guys doing?" Beej asked.

"It's Labour Day weekend," Lydia replied as she Charles and Delia packed a couple of bags. "We're going to the beach."

"The beach?" Beej echoed. "Why? What's there to do at the beach?"

"Well, there's swimming, of course --" Delia told him.

"Too much like bathing," the demon said, scowling. "What else you got?"

"We can play volleyball," Lydia suggested.

"Next."

"There's a number of nesting sites for sea birds," offered Charles.

Beej grinned. "Sure, okay -- that sounds good. Anything else?"

"There's lots of food trucks," Lydia told him.

Beej's ears perked up at that. "What kind of food trucks?"

"Hot dogs, hamburgers, lobster rolls, fried clams, falafel, tacos, ice cream -- you name it."

"Plus I've got a picnic basket," Delia added.

"Well, what're we waitin' for?" Beej said. "Come on -- let's get going already!"

"You can't go to the beach dressed like that," Lydia told him. "You need swimming trunks, sandals, a summer shirt ..."

"Like this?" he asked. He snapped his fingers and instantly his tattered and mouldy striped suit was replaced with a black-and-white striped short-sleeved shirt, a pair of bright green swimming trunks with a black beetle motif and a pair of flip-flops. And to complete the outfit, he had on a pair of slatted hot pink sunglasses. He looked adorably ridiculous.

"Perfect," Lydia said -- as usual, the joke was lost on the demon.

"Now can we go?" he asked impatiently.

*****

"Where's the food?" Beej asked when they arrived at the beach and got out of the car.

"Beej!" Lydia chided. "Give us a minute, will you?"

"Well, hurry up -- I'm hungry!" he grumbled.

Lydia opened the picnic basket and pulled out a sandwich in a Ziploc bag. She waved it in front of his face. He made a grab for it, but she was quicker.

"Ah, come on!"

"Fetch!" Lydia said, and threw it out of the car as far as she could. Beej tore off after it.

"Lydia," Delia said. "He's not a dog!"

Beej returned, munching happily on the sandwich. "It's okay, Mom," he said, and Delia's heart, as always, skipped a beat to hear him call her that. "I don't mind -- Lydia's my best friend."

"Where should we set ourselves up?" Charles asked, looking around.

"There's a nice spot over there," Delia replied, pointing to an unoccupied stretch of sand near the north end, just in front of a cluster of trees. "Some sun, some shade ..."

*****

After lunch, Lydia tried to persuade Beej to go swimming. "You can't go to the beach and not get in the water!"

"Nuh-uh," he said, crossing his arms defiantly. "Nothin' doin', kid. This demon doesn't go in the water for anyone!"

"Why not?" she asked. "Are you gonna melt or something?"

"No," he said petulantly. "I just don't like water, that's all."

"I bet you can't swim," she said. "You're afraid, aren't you?"

"I'm not afraid!" he scowled.

"Yes, you are -- you're a big, fat scaredy cat!" She put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue. "Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, scaredy cat!"

He glared at her, his hair turning magenta as he started huffing and puffing angrily. "I'll show you who's a scaredy cat!"

He hastily removed his shirt. Lydia got her phone out to capture the moment on video.

"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Beej yelled as he made a mad dash for the water. He was waist deep in the frigid Atlantic when he dove in headfirst.

Lydia and the others expected him to surface immediately, sputtering and coughing -- but he didn't.

"Beej?" Lydia called. "Beej! Are you okay?"

No answer. Lydia began to worry about her friend.

"BEEJ!" she screamed.

Nothing.

"Do you think he's all right?" Delia asked.

"I don't know," Charles replied, holding her. "Maybe there's a good reason he doesn't like water."

"BEEEEEJ!" Lydia, frantic now, ran into the water just as the demon had done, heading towards the spot where he'd disappeared.

Just as she got there, the demon erupted from the waves, grinning happily. He gave her two thumbs up. "I sure showed you, didn't I?" he said.

"You ... you rotten sonofa--" she wailed, half in anger and half in relief, tears flowing as she began beating her fists against his chest.

Beej grabbed her and held her tight. "Hey," he said quietly. "Hey -- I'm okay! It was just a joke." He grinned mischievously. "Who's the scaredy cat now?"

"You big jerk!" she replied. "I thought .. I didn't know --" She pulled away from him and smacked his shoulder. "What were you doing under there all that time, anyway?"

In reply, the demon reached into the pocket of his trunks, holding a tiny crab in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, he's so cute!" Lydia said, smiling at the little creature. "Hi there!"

The crab raised its claws in a defensive gesture.

"I think he likes you."

"We should put him back," Lydia told him.

"Okay," Beej replied, and he gently lowered his hand into the water and released the crustacean. "I just thought you'd like to meet him."

"Let's head back to the beach," Lydia said.

(Rare footage of a demon voluntarily entering the water)

[chonnysinferno]

sighs. this is ur fault mara

was seriously thinking about another cj au / crossover... chonny jash & milgram,,

heart : yuno..???

mind : kotoko

soul : es (but amane could fit too)

and im not really thinking outfit wise or anything (although it would be cool to draw them in the outfits in the mvs or even just the prisoner outfits,,,) im thinking more lore wise / personality wise?

yuno doesn't really care about being guilty / innocent (ehich doesn't really fit heart but im gonna be honest idk who would really fit heart? and i don't wanna give him someone like haruka or muu bc both have or has fit into the "crybaby / sensitive" stereotype, which heart is INFAMOUS for. which infuriates me but that's another post for another time.) i think haruka is more emotionally sided to be honest. there's also mikoto but. errrrrr not really liking him and his writing with the "multiple personality disorder stuff"..

and kotoko kind of just tried to prosecute / punish the guilty by herself and that kind of seems like what mind is / was?? doing,, trying to punish whoever he sees is not like. fit you get what i mean probably even though that should be more the person in charges job, aka soul (in CCCC's case) or es (in MILGRAM's case)

es has a major identity crisis thing going on where he really doesn't know what he's actually doing here, why he was hired, who he actually is with the 000 prisoner thing and all of that joyous stuff. you know who else probably has major identity issues due to the fact that he is kind of a combination / amalgamation of two people but also is a third thing that has his own personal morals and rules and- you get my point right????? soul probably has major identity issues let's be real with ourselves :-P also amane kind of has that second trial drama where she tells them "you're similar to me es" and they say "Nuh uh im an adult in like 3 countries you loser" or something like that. they have similarities tho so

amane just takes the punishment in her own hands but they both follow some outlandish outside force / rule so

anywyas im normal

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 15

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Someone had better start talking…right now…”

Clutching the hip of Latasha’s sleeve as she trailed behind her, Skye had never felt so nervous to enter the Padded Palace’s nursery as she did when returning from CrissCon. A million different thoughts zoomed past the forefront of her mind with the vast majority pertaining to Connor’s current state of dress. Dawning the powder blue nightie that Latasha gifted her for Christmas a few years ago, it was almost impossible to recognize her caregiver beneath the silken outfit and heavy layer of makeup. None of it felt real.

“L-Latasha, let me-OOF!” said Connor, attempting to climb to his feet only for the pillowy mattress to tug him back down. It was as if the crib refused to let him go.

Startled awake by the weight of Connor’s body careening into the bed beside her, Riri finally joined the rest of her Padded Palace peers in consciousness. “Connow? Wuhs goin’…oh, Goddess no,” she said, immediately breaking from groggy Little Space as she caught sight of Latasha and Skye. Being under the assumption that the nursery’s matriarch wasn’t supposed to be back until late Sunday afternoon, her immature brain was left to draw the only conclusion it could, “DID WE SLEEP FOR TWO DAYS?!”

Raising her hand, Stacy was quick to piggyback off Riri’s realization. “No, ya dork! It’s still Saturday. Which begs the question, why exactly aren’t you both at CrissCon?” she said, curious as to what could’ve caused such an abrupt return home.

“Nuh-uh! You’re not changing the subject,” said Latasha, refusing to let Stacy control the conversation while simultaneously deflecting any mention of CrissCon. Turning to confront Stacy directly, she was once again caught off guard by her grown-up transformation. From her perspective, she had only seen Stacy out of cutesy ABDL clothes twice in her entire life, and neither time was she wearing anything remotely like this, “For Pete’s sake, I just bought that dress.” Rage bubbled beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Connor losing control of the Padded Palace was one thing but that dress was Dior. She vigorously pointed to the living room, unintentionally ripping her sleeve away from Skye, “Everyone. Living room. One minute.”

Losing her grip on the one thing keeping her grounded, Skye could no longer withstand the pressure of her beloved nursery. Pushing past Latsha and Stacy, she sprinted upstairs for the safety of her bedroom as fast as her wobbly legs would allow.

“Skye!” cried Latasha, her voice unable to keep up with Skye’s running speed. On top of everything, a tantrum from Skye was the last thing she needed. It wasn’t like she wanted to let Skye run off alone. If anything, comforting would be far more preferable than dealing with the fallout of Connor’s wild weekend. However, she also knew Skye wasn’t going anywhere, while the other girls would be headed back to their respective homes as soon as she got ahold of their Bigs. As much as she wanted to kick her responsibility as the owner of the Padded Palace down the road, she couldn’t ignore what she’d seen, nor could she trust Connor to handle this for her. It pained her to shuffle Skye to the back burner but what choice did she have? She aggressively returned her attention to the group at large, “Did I stutter? March!”

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Buried beneath a hefty layer of stuffies and pillows, Skye awoke to the familiar sensation of dried tears sticking to her cheeks. She hated crying herself to sleep, especially when her unrelenting anxiety was the primary cause. Recognizing she must’ve passed out after barricading herself in her room, she cautiously poked her head out from the swath of fuzzy friends surrounding her, relieved and disheartened to find no one had come for her yet. It was a bizarre dichotomy that left her both craving and abhorring isolation.

Regardless of which Skye desired more, it was difficult for an ADHD-riddled Little not to grow bored with no one around and nothing to do. Her diaper sagged close to her knees as she shuffled out of her open crib and quietly exited her room into the hallway, silently hoping that Stacy, Riri, and Ellie had already been picked up while she slept. To her dismay, at least two of the three were still present as she saw Riri and Stacy through the staircase’s banister, neither of whom were talking whatsoever. Moreover, her Mommy was nowhere in sight, who was just about the only person in the world she wanted to see right now.

Neither was Connor, for that matter, though Skye knew for a fact she wasn’t ready to face him yet. The image of a sissified and thickly padded Connor had branded itself in her brain, presenting itself prominently whenever she closed her eyes for longer than a few seconds. Before her trip to CrissCon, her experience interacting with sissy babies had been mostly in passing at other ABDL gatherings. Memories of her time spent playing with Jessy at the convention collided with her new perception of Connor as the making of a horny fantasy began forming in her pervy head; a fantasy that would see Connor as submissively sissified as Jessy was.

Curling her lips inward, it took no time for Skye to melt over the half-baked concept of a crossdressing Connor bumping diapers with her. What would it feel like to sit on such a stiffly pointed diaper? To have its plush tip thrusting against her mushy seat? To press her nose against a soft, yet turgid center? Perhaps a domineering Daddy wasn’t what she needed, after all. Perhaps all she ever needed was a proper playmate.

*CREAK!*

Lost within the haze of her lurid daydream, Skye's fidgety arousal caused her foot to accidentally shift atop the staircase’s squeaky center, resulting in an ear-piercing noise that drew both Stacy and Riri’s eyes. Deep crimson burned brightly in her cheeks as the heat of her naughty musings combined with the embarrassment of being caught while spying. Her eyes darted between her friends’ puzzled and concerned expressions momentarily, mentally debating her next step. Unsurprisingly, that step would be in the direction of her bedroom as she sought to flee from the scene of her dubious actions, throwing the door closed behind her with a volumescent *SLAM!*

Stuffed animals were sent flying in all directions as Skye dove onto her bed and resubmerged herself beneath its snuggly, plush-covered surface; an impenetrable hiding spot. Unfortunately, her rapid heart rate and cuddly surroundings did nothing to quell her omnipresent sex drive, which was already suffering from neglect after her trip to CrissCon concluded with a disappointing zero orgasms. She bucked her diaper-clad hips against her crib mattress, mindlessly indulging her need for stimulation and praying that no one had followed her.

*KNOCK-KNOCK!*

Groaning with her face mashed into her pillow, Skye cursed herself for having such attentive friends. “Psst, Skye. Cans we tawk?” said Riri through the door, prompting Skye to scowl as she once again wiggled to the edge of the bed. A massive part of her wanted to ignore Riri’s request outright. However, the idea of picking Riri’s brain for the juicy details of Connor’s sissy babification was equally as titillating. Riri was easily one of the biggest blabbermouths, second only to Ellie, and if she turned Riri away, there was a good chance she’d be stuck waiting until Monday to find out more.

Sighing out her frustration, Skye yanked open the door as confidently as she could. Sadly, her newfound boldness only afforded the door to open a crack. Still, it was progress. “No one ewse ish wif chus, wite?” she asked, her hands shaking due to the pace her heart was beating at. Why was it so hard to be brave? Distracted by her own thoughts, she failed to hear Riri’s response before she spotted that her friend was inching toward her. Her reaction was swift as Riri’s encroachment prompted her to re-shutter her door and return to her bed. Maybe waiting until Monday wasn’t such a bad idea.

Tragically, this was a sentiment Riri was in complete disagreement with. “Skye, am comin’ in,” she said, pushing Skye to return to her stuffie cocoon for protection.

“Go away! I wansa be awone,” said Skye, lying to both Riri and herself.

Riri instantly saw through Skye’s desperate attempt to push anyone and everyone away. “If chus weawwy wansa be awone, den why wewe chus on da staiws?” she asked, seizing on the logical fallacy in her nurserymate’s excuse, “Chus don hasta be awone jus cuz chus feew bads.”

“I don feew bads,” replied Skye, trying to configure a way to express her wants without stating them directly. She knew Riri was here to comfort her, making it all the more difficult to feel annoyed over her persistence. That being said, if Riri was going to be here spoiling a potential masturbation session, she may as well spill the beans while she’s at it. All she had to do was maneuver her dialogue with Riri in the right direction, “Ish jus a lot ta fink abouts. I was onwy gone a day an now evewyfing is sho diffwent. I didn know Connow even wiked weawin diapees or dwesses, so ta see chus an Ewwie wif him like dat was a wot. Chus didn know befo CwissCon, wite?

“Nuh! We founs out wast night!” reassured Riri, unaware that she was playing right into Skye’s hands. Parking herself on the floor adjacent to the bed, she reclined against the lowered crib bars to give Skye an entire bed’s worth of breathing room as she continued, “I know dis seems wike so much changed but it weawwy hasn. Connow’s stiww gonna be ouw cawegivew. Dis is jus…anudder side of Connow, and we sood be happy he twusts us enuff to show us.”

Fixing her face into a pout, Skye smushed her face into Lyle’s plush tummy. “Buh he didn show me!” she said, poking holes in Riri’s depiction of Connor.

“Buh he wiww! He jus nees time. Twust me, dis isn somefing he wans ta hide…not anymo,” said Riri, uncertain how much of her private conversations with Connor was appropriate to relay to Skye. The things he told her were extremely personal and, at times, very heavy. At the same time, she also knew Skye was likely to find out soon enough, especially the details related to Connor’s now fully realized and kinky desires, “Chus wood be suwprised at how siwwy Connow can be while in Widdwe Space. Chus sood ask him bouts it. I don fink he’d push chus away.”

Playing down her excitement over the way Riri gushed about Connor’s Little side, Skye was practically frothing at the mouth. She needed to know more. “I no finks he wansa. He’s nuh said a wowd ta me since. I fink he’s too embawwassed,” she said sorrowfully, emphasizing her need for Riri to be the one to tell her.

An estranged quietude hung over Skye’s room as she waited for Riri’s answer. To her surprise, it wasn’t words but soft laughter that broke the silence. “Hehe, dats definitewy not gonsa be an issue,” she said, with Skye’s final sentence reminding her of the blushy discovery she and Ellie had made, “If anyfing, bein’ embawwassed is exactwy wuh Connow wans.”

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[missamyrisa2]

Seeing these wonderful teases puts me in such a lee mood that I've never felt before, that being said I'm pretty well known in my circle of friends for being the stoic guy that never laughs at anything. No jokes or weak attempts at tickling me ever do the trick. Say, however, I found myself spread eagle on a table, how would you be able to break my stoicism? and maybe even get my friends to become a gang of merciless lers?

Oooh ~ I adore a stoic tough guy that thinks ticklish laughs aren't going to get the better of him ~ makes it such a fun challenge, and in my experience, makes your giggles ever so much more squeaky and giggly~

Hmmm~ maybe we'll call this giggle milking ~! Oh yes, you spread all snug on my purple massage table. The sweet scents invade your nostrils as I pace about, the cuteness of my floral outfit filling your eyes with girlish design ~ how silly, the idea that this would somehow be torture, that you could be made to laugh. "Oh, I'd save your strength~" I muse, seeing you try to test the restraints. "You're quite comfy there, and we're not going anywhere until I get what I want from you~" I suddenly crawl up onto the table, spreading my fingers wide showing you an impressive span of nails~ "And I always get what I want from boys who think themselves tough~" I start wriggling my fingers in claw-like motions, making threatening gestures towards your upper body. "Mmmhm. Act like it doesn't bother you. Struggle. Be confident. Fight it off. That's right~" I grin and shake my head slowly, studying your every reaction and expression. My index fingers poke and stroke lightly at your biceps. "That doesn't tickle, does it? Nooo~" I follow your trembles, working around the curvatures of your arms, tracing the veins and testing each muscle with feather-like strokes and rubs.

"Fight. Struggle~" I repeat, nodding at your tight-lipped countenance. My blue eyes glow through my glasses as I asses every part of your body. My hair starts to fall in my face and I don't push it away, my concentration on your body can't be shaken. My fingers work together inward, tracing your collar now. "No ticklish boy here. Not at all. You won't be giggling and pleading for mercy, nuh-uh." I work to your neck with one hand, drawing up and down as my other hand begins probing an armpit. "Work those muscles. So tough. So mmmacho!" I crinkle my nose in contempt at your stoicism, working around, down your ribs to draw nails along each one and each gap. One hand picks up a feather from the table and uses the tip to test each chest button. "Boy buttons. Two of them. And you're not sensitive huh? Don't get a little snickery when a girl plays with your nipples? Nooo, that's not for you. You're a tough little boy cookie. You don't crumble." I scoot back and let the feather trace into your navel, dipping in and out. I stroke my fingers on your taut belly, feeling around for every twitch I can find. "Such a pretty tummy. Are you a pretty boy? Mmm? What, you don't like being called that? I see some blushes. Gorgeous body. Mmhmm. Lovely form, amazing figure. Quite the guy~ fight it, fight off my words ~ they're just words and yet your cheeks are getting so pink. I think you want to giggle. I think you're a ticklish boy. You wanna know how I know?"

I cackle, bringing my tickly fingers full bore into your sides, attacking every spot I had been carefully cataloging - and avoiding. With a sneer I skitter my nails up your ribs and across your nipples to flick them earnestly before digging into your underarms. I bounce with you on the table. "Tickles by exclusion! That's what got ya~ Silly boy. Now I'm gonna milk every giggle from you mmmhmm~" I show how I can make you thrash with one hand as the other rests on my waist, my superior smirk beaming down. I scoot back further and play with your hips, rubbing them with my thumbs, sliding fluffy makeup brushes on each hip dip to make you really dance. "And oh yes, I didn't forget about these feet~! Go ahead giggle boy, mr tough pants, show me how impervious you are!" I snicker and turn around, giving you an ample show of my bouncing tush and wide feet as I merrily start drawing my nails up and down your soles, digging under each toe, prying them apart to play with the webbing between~ my teasing voice carries over as I delight in your brokenness. "Aww, so close too~! You almost made it huh? Now you have to give me alll those giggles, yep~ I'm taking every one of them!" I cackle again and start placing feathers between each toe before raking my nails maniacally along your soles ~ teasing every wrinkle and curve I can find. "Coochie cooooo~!" I sing out, working your body and teasing you endlessly with mine ~

And with you all giggle milked, you feel the restraints loosen. I'm over you again, smiling down brightly as I tap your wrists. "You're free to go my tough giggle cookie~" I can barely hold back a growing grin and you know I'm up to something but still hop off the table and consider the options. Two steps into your exit, the door flings open and a collection of shadows fall over your body through the harsh light. Footsteps approach, and you realize the room they emerge from was facing this one through a two-way mirror. Familiar faces enter the light, with unfamiliar smiles. Your friends are wearing the smiles of newly inspired ticklers. And they've been watching the whole show. I put my hands on my waist and smile with such satisfaction. "Take him~" I command, and watch as your friends descend to wrestle and tickle you to absolute bits with my demonstration in mind~ very quickly you are pinned with legs on your arms, a smiling face looking down with hands stroking your neck and underarm. Two bodies plop on your legs, one facing your belly and another your feet for endless attention on those areas. I stroll about, handing out makeup brushes and feather dusters ~ dipping down occasionally to insert a feather into your pants or between a toe. Phones light up around you as those who can't tickle yet are taking photos and videos, telling you "Smile cutie! Oh wait~" laughing at your plight ~ and to seal your ticklish fate I equip one of your friends with my supple paintbrush and paint, and direct them to label you as a cute ticklish boy right across your belly and chest in looping pink letters~<3

[babii-demi-demon]

Make me regress

🍄Using baby talk or simpler words

🍄Holding my hand to cross the street or out in public

🍄Picking me up and/or carrying me

🍄Getting me whatever regression items I use (pacis, blankies, or stim toys)

🍄"little one"

🍄Tying my shoes for me

🍄Telling me I'm too small to do something

🍄Kids shows

🍄Cute anime

🍄Weighted blankets

🍄Fingerpainting

🍄Brushing my hair, especially before bed

🍄"It's alright, I'm here, little one."

🍄"What're you still doing up?"

🍄Changing the tv because it's "not something for littles to watch"

🍄Lots of affection

🍄Giving very small tasks to do to feel like a little helper, like getting a book you need off of a low shelf or filling up a cup so you can water the plants

🍄"What noise does a sheep make? good job!"

🍄Having conversations with my stuffies/playing pretend with me

🍄Letting me draw on you

🍄Listening to me babble/babbling back

🍄"precious" "adorable" "tinii"

🍄Reminding me of my rules

🍄Helping feed me

🍄Fixing my hair/outfit for me

🍄Listening to me ramble about my tiny hyperfixations!

🍄Babii me

🍄Cuddles

🍄Lots of petnames

🍄Encourage my little space

🍄Pick out my outfits or help me pick out my outfits

🍄"Can you tell me what colour that is?"

🍄"What animal is that?"

🍄"I think someone's sleepy"

🍄"Hold Daddii's hand"

🍄Smooch attacks

🍄"Nuh-uh we don't do that"

🍄*blowing raspberries*

🍄"have you taken your meds yet? Thats ok lets take them now!"

🍄Just genuine big smiles directed at me for no reason

🍄"can Daddii have a kiss?"

🍄"It's too cold out, babii. We need to bundle you up!"

🍄Asking "are you just having so much fun right now?!" When I'm getting carried away playing

🍄Kneeling down or lowering yourself to talk to me

🍄"Cmere"

🍄"It's not sleepytime yet, you need your baba/cup"

🍄"How about we try going potty yeah?"

🍄Tummy rubs, cuddles, and bum pats

🍄Deep hugs and back rubs

🍄"Hey! Littles dont use that word. Where did you hear that from?"

🍄"Aw is someone a widdle cranky babii?"

🍄"Does someone need a nappii?"

🍄"Is my babii hungii?"

🍄"You're the cutest little!"

🍄"Wheres my babii?? …There she is!"

🍄"I love you little one"

🍄"Babii, did you know the sun makes all the tree grow big and strong!"

🍄Teach me things/tell me fun facts

🍄"What shape is that little one?"

🍄"Do you know what color that sign is babii?"

🍄Ask me little questions throughout the day

🍄"I’m gonna go run a bath little one, tubbie time is in ten minutes"

🍄"You need to eat that last bite or no dessert"

🍄"Go sit down babii, I’m gonna put on a little show while I make you a snack"

🍄Passively telling me what to do

🍄Deciding what I’m going to order/eat

🍄Being called "babii" or being told that i’m "just a babii"

🍄Being told when it’s bedtime

🍄"What's the magic words" when I ask for something

🍄Toystores or Build a Bear

🍄Cutting up my food for me/feeding me

🍄Tuck me in

🍄Dangle Feet

🍄Make me little foods

🍄Little activities

1. take favorite blanket (preferably fuzzy), favorite socks (knee high/thigh highs work best), and favorite bottle/sippy/paci. Put them all on, including the blanket. Wrap up in that blanket

2. turn on a favorite cartoon or Disney movie.

3. grab favorite snack(s), and put them in cute bowls. Fill sippy/bottle with favorite juice.

4. put pillows on the floor to sit on, and sit about 3-4 feet from the tv with snacks.

5. imagine what it would be like to be in the cartoon/ movie you're watching. As you watch, think of the main character(s) as yourself, and go on an adventure.

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || five: those kids are fucking crazy

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: training camp arc! you tease dabi for being a dramatic bitch and find out just how fucking batshit the U.A. kids are

content: fluff

word count: 2132

a/n: gonna be honest this is only this many words bc of having to copy the training arc dialogue and shit down. which was a pain. i had to rewatch the whole ass arc. it still doesnt read very smoothly to me but w/e i did my best also, if ya wanna know what the outfit the reader is wearing looks like, this is a drawing i did of the self-insert the original story was based on wearing it :)

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

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You twirled the knife that Dabi insisted you keep on you during missions, annoyance lacing your features. “Dabi, you know I can handle myself.” You were sitting cross-legged on your bed as Dabi paced around your room. Boo watched him from her spot on the bed, while Nugget laid, disinterested, on your pillow.

“I know, but I still don’t want you going!” He snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Those kids are insane, doll. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

You scowled. “Yeah, they are insane! What if you get hurt? Or Twice, or Toga? You know how Toga is, she gets too excited and rushes things! I worry about you guys!” You set aside your knife and got up, grabbing Dabi’s wrists to stop him from pacing. “And stop that, you’re making me nervous. You know I can fight. You’ve seen how I fight.”

Dabi shook your hands off and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I know, mouse. I know,” he said softly, “you’re just… the only other thing I care about aside from tearing down Endeavour. I won’t—I can’t—let you risk your safety without at least trying to talk you out of it.”

You sat next to him and bumped him with your shoulder. “Remember the promise I made you, pretty boy?” You smiled. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, otherwise you’d probably burn yourself to a crisp to get what you want, and I’m definitely not lettin’ that happen. I love you, Dabi. I won’t let anyone take me away from you. I’ll kill whoever tries. Besides, I don’t trust you to take care of Nugget and Boo by yourself. You’d probably forget to clean Nugget’s litterbox and he’d piss all over the floor or somethin’.”

He snorted. “Ye of little faith. You wound me, doll.”

“Maybe you should get good, pretty boy,” you teased with a grin. “That still doesn’t mean I’m not going, though, because I am. There’s a reason I joined the League, and it wasn’t to sit around until you all come back with God-knows-what kinds of wounds.”

“There’s really nothing I can do to convince you.” 

“Nope!” You popped the “p,” smiling cheekily at him. “Face it, pretty boy. You’re stuck with me.”

Dabi opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Toga bursting into the room. “Tomura-kun said we should leave soon!” She grinned, excited. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Twice trailed behind her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I tried to stop her. I encouraged her to barge in!” 

“It’s alright, Twice,” you said gently. “Toga, remember what we talked about? Knock before you come in—and wait for permission.”

“Sorry, Y/N-kun! I was just so excited, we get to cut people up!” Toga smiled brightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Fuckin’ psycho,” Dabi muttered under his breath. You smacked him on the back of the head, telling him to play nice.

“Anyways, we’ll get ready to go. Thank you, Toga.” You stood and ushered Twice and Toga out, then looked at Dabi and raised an eyebrow. “You gonna go get ready, or are you gonna hang out in here and watch me change like a weirdo?”

“I mean, if you’re offering, doll—”

“Nuh-uh. Out. Right now. Before I take that knife and shove it where the sun don’t shine.” You narrowed your eyes at Dabi’s smug grin. “Don’t fuckin’ say it, oh my God—”

“...kinky—”

“DABI!” You shrieked, practically shoving him out of the room. “Go get ready, dammit.”

You shut the door behind him with a huff, and began to get ready. Your outfit was nothing fancy—a cropped zip-up hoodie that fell a little above your waist, a plain t-shirt, snug-fit jeans, a holster on your thigh for the knife, and combat boots. The boots were custom-made, with zippers on the sides and velcro fasteners instead of laces—you designed it to ease the strain of getting dressed on your body.

You grabbed your cane, scratched Nugget behind the ears and gave Boo a little kiss on the head, then headed to the main part of the bar. It was time to go.

“I mean, I don’t like this. It’s not cute!” Toga fidgeted with her mask unhappily.

“This was orchestrated by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don’t matter as long as it makes sense,” Mustard grumbled. He was younger than Toga, if you remembered correctly. 

“I’m not talking about that! I just don’t want to wear this,” she fussed. You pat her on the head with an amused smile.

“Hi! Sorry for the wait.” Magne approached with Moonfish and Spinner. 

“Hey, Magne. No worries.” You took your place next to Dabi, scanning over the forest from your position.

“That makes eight,” he murmured to himself. 

“I don’t care, just let me at ‘em! I’m getting too pumped up!” Muscle interrupted. You frowned—you didn’t particularly care for him. He seemed too simple-minded.

“Shut up, you crazy bastards,” Dabi drawled. You snickered at his annoyance. “Not yet… we’ll move when all eleven of us are here. Gathering a bunch of punks who are just strong will only increase the risk. It’s better to have a small group of experienced elites. First, we make them realise…” He grinned. “...that their peace is resting in our hands.” 

A few minutes passed before Twice and Mr. Compress arrived. Once they were there, Dabi turned around. “Alright, listen up. I’m only going over the plan once. Twice, Y/N: you’re with me. Magne, Spinner: you two deal with those cat heroes. Mustard, Moonfish, Muscle, and Toga: you head into the forest. Slow down the students you find, keep them separated. Once you have a chance, Compress, be sure to grab Bakugo and alert us when that’s done. Then we’ll meet up at the rendezvous point.” After he got confirmation everyone heard him, he grinned. 

“Now it begins. Take them down. The false brilliance of the title “hero”...” He turned back to the forest. “We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will condemn them.”

You watched as Dabi pressed his hand against a tree, igniting it. “You’re awfully dramatic, Dabi,” you teased. “‘We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will condemn them.’ Honestly, for someone who acts so disinterested all the time, you are such a dramatic bitch.”

Dabi glared at you as he moved onto lighting up another tree. You stuck your tongue out, earning an eye-roll from him.

“That’s no good, Dabi! You were beaten!” Twice interrupted, “So weak! You small fry or something?” You scowled at that, but said nothing.

“Already? I’m pretty weak.” Dabi turned his attention to Twice, frowning.

“Don’t be hasty. You’re strong. You should think of this as the pro being very strong.”

Dabi sighed and looked away. “Make another one of me, Twice,” he drawled. “We need something to keep the pros from leaving.”

Twice turned around and flipped him off. “It doesn’t matter how many times a small fry goes in!” He then gave him a thumbs up with his other hand. “Leave it to me!”

You snorted. “Looks like our job in this area is done. We should head to the meeting point.” 

Dabi nodded and put his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”

As you were walking, Compress radioed in, alerting the Villains that he had completed his goal. 

“Hey, you two! Did you hear the radio? I’m so pumped! Mr. Compress already succeeded! Took him long enough! I was getting sleepy!” Twice said animatedly.

Dabi glanced at him. “Don’t say that. He did a good job. Now, we just have to wait for everyone to get back here.”

“That’s not right! You’re right!” 

You snorted. “Conversations with you are quite lively, Twice.”

Dabi sighed. “This place was supposed to be hard to find because of the wall of flames and gas, but the gas was cleared away. Things never go according to plan, huh?” “At least we got the kid.” You shrugged, nudging him with your shoulder. “Hey… did you hear that?” You put your arm out, stopping Dabi. He made a noise of confirmation and narrowed his eyes at a bush. He began to walk towards it before Twice raised his hand up.

“Oi, Dabi! Speaking of which, this has nothing to do with anything, but is it okay not to call the “Nomu” guy? You said it’d only react to your voice or something, right? It’s very important!”

Dabi turned back around. “Oh, yeah. You asked me why I didn’t add it to the battle, right?”

“Be grateful! Bow before me!” You laughed a little at that, matching your pace with Dabi as he resumed walking.

“A monster specifically for me, from Shigaraki… it’s probably killed at least one person by now.”

You three walked in silence until you met up with Toga. She pulled her scarf down with a grin when she saw you. “Huh? No one else is here yet?”

“You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people’s worth?” Dabi shot you a look, daring you to scold him. You rolled your eyes, but kept your mouth shut.

“One person’s worth!” She said brightly. 

“Just one? Weren’t you told to get at least three?!” 

“It couldn’t be helped. I thought I was going to be killed.” You moved towards her at that, concerned.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?” 

She shook her head and twirled, smiling happily. “Not at all! I made some friends and found a boy I’m interested in.” 

“You mean me?! Sorry, can’t!” Twice interrupted, then made a heart shape with his hands. “I like you too!”

“Twice, she’s like… fifteen. Knock that off,” you hissed, bonking him lightly with your cane. He whined, but backed off.

“You’re too loud. Shut up—huh?” Dabi cut himself off, looking up to find three of the UA kids driving Compress down from the sky. 

“What the actual fuck?” You shook your head. “I knew these kids are insane, but what?” 

“Give Tokoyami and Kacchan back!” The green-haired boy—Midoriya, you remembered—shouted. 

“Does he really think we’d just… do that? I mean. Kudos for trying, I guess,” you mumbled to Dabi. He shook his head and pointed his hand towards the kids and Compress.

“Mister, get out of the way. Y/N, stay back.” He ignited his palm. You grumbled, but moved away from the fighting.

“Roger!” Compress utilised his Quirk before Dabi let off the blast at the kids, who dove out of the way.

Your eyes trailed after Twice as he lunged for Shoto. “Faces from Shigaraki’s kill list! That little beat-up boy and you! They weren’t, though!” He dodged backwards when Shoto sent a wall of ice towards him. “That’s hot!” 

You turned your attention away from Twice after he regained his balance, figuring he was handling himself well enough, and instead watched as Toga ran towards Midoriya and tackled him. When Shoji smacked her away, you let out an alarmed sound. Dabi stopped you from rushing over, gesturing to Compress, who had deactivated his Quirk and was now holding his shoulder. “Toga can handle herself. Make sure Compress’s shoulder isn’t hurt too bad,” he said, before approaching the masked man. “Where’s Bakugo?”

“Of course…” Compress felt around in his pocket, then paused. “Hm?”

The boy with the blue mask spoke up. “I don’t know what your Quirk is, but inside that right pocket of yours that you kept flaunting were these—Tokoyami and Bakugo, right, entertainer?” He held up two blue marbles. 

“Really, Compress? You just had to show off?” You grumbled. He ignored you, choosing to respond to Shoji.

“Oh, that didn’t take you very long! As expected of someone with six arms! You’re good at feeling around!”

Dabi scowled, lifting his hand. “Moron—” Compress interrupted him, “—no, wait.” He watched as the kids swerved to avoid the Nomu, and were cut off by Kurogiri.

“It has been five minutes since the signal. Let us go, Dabi.” 

Toga and Twice went through the warp gates and Compress began to leave as well. You tilted your head in confusion, staying back with Dabi.

“Wait. Our goal is not yet—” he began, but was again interrupted by Compress.

“Oh, that? They seemed so happy that they rushed out here, so I thought I’d give them a present. It’s a habit, one of the basics of magic. When I flaunt something,” he removed his mask, “it’s because there’s something I don’t want you to see.” He stuck his tongue out to reveal the marbles that actually held the students.

You sighed and tapped Dabi. “I’m gonna go ahead and head back, since Compress is being… well, Compress.” You waited until he acknowledged your words, then walked through the warp gate.

[raggaraddy]

Little Lie

Summary: You just wanted to go to a party, but Jimin is determined to make sure everyone knows you are his.

Trigger warning: Smut, yandere themes, non-con, abuse, facial.

Jimin

Yandere! Jimin Playboy! Jimin

"Jimin," you whine, both from pleasure and from frustration. You were trying to be mad at him, but right now you were struggling to remember your own name.

You had been getting ready to go to your friend's party this afternoon. It would be the first time in months you'd be going out without him because he has a family event tonight that you were not invited to. He wasn't thrilled about the idea but after much convincing, he agreed to let you go.

While you were almost ready to leave, Jimin had started pawing at you, groping you. You had dealt with this mood of his 100 times before and it was always easier and quicker just to give him what he wanted than to argue with him.

Soon, he was rocking his hips against you, pressing you hard into the kitchen table. You were moaning and moving with him. The both of you pushing the other to climax. Crying his name and clinging to him as he filled you.

As he pulls out of you you need to clamp your thighs shut. He came so much that you can feel it flowing down your thighs and onto the table in an instant. Kissing you again and again he stretches your dress lower, helping you back onto the floor. The movement further making his release drip from inside you, the top of your thighs becoming slick.

Noting your discomfort, he has a striking grin plastered on his face, looking calmed and euphoric in the afterglow while he watches you run your hands down your outfit.

"Come on, let's go.  I'll take you to see your ex-boyfriend." He suddenly says taking your hand.

"What?" you mutter, looking across his face for an explanation.

"He's going to be there, right?" he smirks.

"Ah," you stutter, searching for a response.

Of course, you knew your ex would be going, but you had decided it was best to lie just a little to avoid any conflict or trouble. Not even really a lie, just omitting certain facts. Plus, it's not like you had feelings for your ex anymore. You more than likely wouldn't even talk to him during the night. But you knew Jimin wouldn't like it and you didn't want to risk not being allowed to go tonight.

Unfortunately for you, since your friends had started getting ready early, they were already posting pictures online. Whether it was out of curiosity, boredom, or because he was checking up on you, while you were showering Jimin was scrolling through their feed when he saw your ex-boyfriend in a few of the pictures.

And as he often did, Jimin pushed rational thinking aside and assumed that you were lying to him because you had feelings for this other man.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off," he says again. Nervously you accept his hand, unable to read his mood under the bright smile he has on. Right away he starts leading you towards the front of the house.

"I'm not going to talk to him. I'm going for everyone else, not him." You try to reassure him.

"Okay," he unexpectedly shrugs it off. Sounding unbothered.

"You're not mad?" You ask tepidly receiving a shake of the head.

"Nope. I want you to have fun, Y/n." 

You can't believe how decent he is being. You were certain the night was about to be ruined for you. But here he is adverting your expectations. Letting you go off by yourself, even after everything.

Stopping at the entrance toilet, you pull from him only to have your arm snatched back and to be held in place.

"Nuh-uh." he draws you towards the front door again.

"Huh?" you tug back fighting through your confusion. Forcing a small smile to match his energy. "Jimin, I need to clean up," you explain with a small glow of embarrassment on your cheeks.

"No, you don't. You're perfect like this." he chuckles, leaning into you kissing you softly.

"But," You look up at him with a pout and furrowed brows. "there is cum running down my legs," you whisper.

"Good." His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He kisses you again, grinning with a chuckle.

"What?" You're sure he can't be serious. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.  "No, I'm going to get cum on my dress, and it's too short. People will see." you try again to clarify, looking up at him utterly puzzled.

"Good," he repeats.

You're flustered. You don't want to go out like this. There is no way he can mean it. It would be so embarrassing if anyone noticed.

"Stop! I know you're just trying to make me stay home." You scold.

Out of space to resist, you reluctantly let him push his tongue into your mouth. You're certain Jimin has to be angry. He is being so stubborn and crude right now. However, he is also being very affectionate and bubbly. Which is not just making you confused but also frustrated by his unreasonableness.

Breaking the kiss, he keeps peppering small ones along your jaw until his mouth comes to your ear. "No, I'm not. I'll take you there right now."

"Jimin. I'm not going there like this!" you yell, shaking your head trying to make him listen to you.

Laughing, he ignores you, only continuing to yanks you and drag you out the front door, crushing your hand and forcing you to take large steps to keep pace with him.

By the time he shoves you into the passenger side, your dress, thighs, and now his car seat are a sticky mess. You yank on the door handle as soon as it shuts, but it doesn't open. Jimin had flicked on the child lock when he pushed you in.

You're starting to panic. You have to get him to stop. He is going to humiliate you. And on top of everything you haven't even got your jacket, purse, shoes, or underwear. It's just you and your thigh-high black dress. He is really about to put you out there, in front of all of your friends, while you're exposed like this. Even if you were to rush to the bathroom right away, you'd have to get there first. Which means there is too high a risk that someone would notice.

"Jimin! Stop being a dick!" you snap as soon as he opens his door, trying to sound authoritative. "Let me out. I am not playing anymore."

He slides in beside you, slamming his door loudly, smacking his hands against the steering wheel. Remaining determined, you do your best not to let his aggressive movements intimidate you.  Honestly, you'd almost rather he hit you right now because you know he wouldn't let you go out with a black eye.

"You wanted to sneak out and see your ex, Angel. So let's go see him." the smile in his eyes goes cold. His tone becoming distant.

"Oh for the love of-" you roll your eyes. "So what? Your plan is to mark your territory by making me see him with your cum all over me? Stop being pathetic!"

"Pathetic?!" he hisses.

His eyes go dark as he lunges at you across the centre console. You jerk back, banging into the door and window to try to avoid him. But you don't have a chance. Pressing his body weight into you, he keeps you trapped in the corner by digging his forearms across your throat. You thump your palms into his side, into his face, hoping to get him off you but no amount of struggling seems to phase him.

Prying his free hand between your thighs, he forces his fingers into you roughly, pushing them deep, curling them inside you.

"Ji-" you gasp from pain as Jimin pumps a third finger inside you. "Stop, it hurts!" you scream.

"Let's see," he pauses, pulling out of you. "if any of them," he brings his wet hand up and smacks it to your cheek, rubbing and smothering his cum over all your face. "want you after this."

Finally, he lets loose your throat, dropping back into his seat with a snicker.

Frozen, panting in the corner, you're staring straight ahead in shock at what he just did. At what he just said. Tears spring to your eyes, horrified by his plan.

He can't make you go out like this.

Yanking on the handle again, trying to lower the power windows, you have no better luck than before.

He starts the car, pulling on the road. A satisfied smirk smile on his face.

You wipe at your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. But the more you try to clear, the more it spreads and drys on your skin.

You had been trying so hard to hide from your friends how badly Jimin treats you. You'd gotten questions here and there about some of the bruises you had on your arms and legs, but you'd always managed to explain them away. But after this. After he kicks you out of the car looking like some kind of abuse victim, they'll never look at you the same.

"Jimin." You cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby." you lean over the seat stroking his arm, trying to get him to lighten up. To change his mind. "Please. Please don't make me go. Please." you beg, tears pouring out of you. 

But your pleas fall on deaf ears.

"Don't worry Angel," he turns to you, once more with a dazzling smile on his face. "we're just gonna show you around for a little bit. Then I'll bring you home."

[no-mercy-bby]

First of all, please do not look at me or perceive me at all. My brain go brrr

Ralph Bohner(Peter Maximoff) x Reader

Inspired by my brain and:

[Very light yandere themes, you are being held in the mancave against your will, light(?) Stockholm syndrome]

It's honestly really fluffy also kissing/making out but it doesn't get worse than that.

You Can't Run Away

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"Don't waste your breath, babe!" The man calls out to you from the couch ss he strums idly on his guitar," No one can hear you from in here."

You quickly turn around, the door opened enough just to tease you and capture your attention. After the short dramatic strum of the man's guitar, you run for the exit only to see the man leaning against the now shut door.

"You can't run away, pretty. You'll start ruining everything that's in place and she can't have that." He explains as if you were a child before nodding towards the couch. "Go sit."

"No." You shake your head, glaring at him, which in return made him smirk at you.

Within a spilt second you were rather delicately set on the middle cushion of the couch as the man is now across the room, blending up a milkshake. (Pretty sure I read an article that said that)

"How did you do that?" You question quickly, confused, but a little intrigued by him.

"I'm pretty good at running." He chuckles, tossing you a dimpled grin from over his shoulder.

You unintentionally smile back before glancing to the mess of papers stacked on the table to thd side. Shuffling through them, you eventually come across what looked to be a headshot. It looked like the man across the room, only maybe a few years younger, with his hair looking to be natural brunette.

But the name was what threw you off.

"Is your name really Ralph Boner?" You question while trying not to laugh, it wasn't even that funny.

The man however proceeds to practically giggle out loud as he now browses his movie collection.

"Heh, boner."

"So, you're not Ralph then?"

"Pfft no way, babe." He grins at you once again, but instead of you smiling back you simply stare at him confused.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asks while speeding to sit beside you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, and tucking you against his side.

"Something isn't right out there." You mumble as you glance past him out the small basement window, seeing the sky gradually turn more shades of scarlet.

"Of course, that's why you're in here, with me." Not-Ralph replies simply, tossing away the headshot from your hand before leaning into kiss you.

You freeze as his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so now you were almost sideways across his lap.

His soft lips brushed against yours, making you quickly move yours away from his.

"You basically kidnapped me." You state quietly, meeting his eyes, and try not to stare at his lips as he bit at them.

"A perk of the job." Not-Ralph smirks as you try not to smile while rolling your eyes. He quite literally sweeped you off feet in more ways than just the literal sense. How was he so charming? Why did this feel so right?

"I don't even know you..." You whisper as a pathetic excuse, while trying (and failing) to avoid his puppy dog eyes.

"Well, we can get to know each other..." He whispers before capturing your lips with his own in an unexpectedly passionate kiss.

You hesitate for a second before returning the kiss, tangling your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging lightly and making not-Ralph moan into your mouth.

You feel heat quickly rise up to your face as you break the intense kiss, laughing quietly as not-Ralph's lips search out for yours. You press your hand against his lips before they can connect to yours again.

As he eyes peek open he immediately grins at your flustered state. His eyes slowly wander from your face down your body.

"Nice outfit change." He winks, only flustering you further as you glance down to see what you were wearing. A tank top and skinny jeans, wait weren't you just wearing something completely different? How did that happen?

Glancing back up at not-Ralph, you notice his own outfit change.

"I could say the same about you." You smile, brushing your hand across the shiny silver of his jacket. His whole previous outfit was completely replaced, topped off with goggles instead of a Smurf-like beanie.

But the necklace was what threw you off.

It was still the same and didn't change. You reached up to touch it, but quickly draw you hand back as you feel a sort of sting against your fingertips.

"How come your necklace didn't change, Peter?" You ask him, preoccupied with staring at the necklace to notice what you said. It felt almost as if the necklace was telling you to touch it- to take it from not-Ralph.

"What did you just call me?" The sharp edge to his voice makes you meet his eyes.

"...Ralph?.."

"Nooo, you said as different name. What was it?" He asks you almost desperately, grasping your wrists quickly in a tight grip as you try to touch his necklace again.

"Why does it matter?" You huff, trying to pull your wrists from him," Let me go."

"Nuh-uh, not till you tell me my name." He persists, making you glare at him as you snatch your wrists from his grip before trying to run out the door.

Peter easily catches you with an arm around your hips and tugs your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You can't run away," He whispers in your ear then starts kissing at your neck.

It felt ...familiar?

Oh

"Peter..." You sigh, remembering that very specific memory, before spinning around and facing him. "Its that necklace. Its hurting you."

Peter nods his head, oddly silent, watching you intently.

Agatha said Fietro was her eyes and ears for Wanda, but he could still control most of his actions.

"I don't know..." You shrug, not knowing what to do to get this necklace off of him. But if you listened to it's call and put it on, surely Peter could get it off you?

Trying to think only about wearing it, you reach out to the necklace again, and it quite literally falls into your hands.

Peter gasps in shock as he's freed from Agatha's necklace only to recognize you were about to put it on yourself and give Agatha your power instead.

Frantically Peter smacks it out of your hands and sends it flying through the air before picking you up and speeding the both of you outside.

You lean your head heavily against Peter's shoulder and when Peter looks down he sees you had fallen asleep or most likely passed out from all the dizzying sensations of Agatha's magic. As well as, speeding with you from the first time.

"James E. Wo-" Jimmy's eyes widen as he looks at his witness and the girl curled up in Peter's arms.

"Yeah, yeah, Jimmy. I was just about to go searching for you." Peter smiles half heartedly, glancing down at you in his arms, sound asleep.

"Who is she?" Jimmy asks curiously with a nod at your form.

"Mutant, I know her, well used to. Apparently Wanda isn't the only one breaking through the multiverse." Peter explains quietly to Jimmy.

"You mean she can create portals to other wor-"

"-she needs to be in witness protection with me, Jimmy." Peter cuts him off quickly.

You had risked so much to break through the multiverses strict hold, and all for what?

Him?

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A cliffhanger for you😘 please let me know what you think!! I love you and good night/afternoon/morning💕

PART 2 :)

[devilrising]

For me the top of the list of things that feel gay and homophobic at the same time is Darco MyFatherWillHearAboutThis Malfoy

I really enjoyed this prompt! Thank you Raye for the beta <3

Warnings: drunken shenanigans, spin the bottle, and first kisses

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The Room of Requirement is packed with students, speakers, and tables covered with cheap food and alcohol. Harry isn’t entirely sure who thought asking for Muggle speakers was a good idea, but the Room had supplied massive ones that take up a good amount of space. Occasionally a Pureblood bumps into them, and Harry takes great delight in watching them flinch and rush away.

When Hermione had suggested a party to help build interhouse relationships for the Eighth Years, Harry had been skeptical at best. When Ron had readily agreed to it, and even made sure the Slytherins were included, Harry was suspicious. There’s no way Ron was willing to hang out with Slytherins without an ulterior motive.

Part of Harry thinks he just wants to get into Hermione’s pants.

Face twisting in disgust at the thought, Harry forces himself back to the current situation. Most of the Eighth Years are gathered in a semi-circle, sitting in front of a roaring fire. There’s a bottle in the middle of the group, presently ignored in favour of the couple snogging. Harry didn’t see the point in playing Spin the Bottle. He had protested and claimed that they were too old to be making people kiss their classmates, but no one had wanted to listen to him.

Now though, after a few shots of Firewhiskey burning through his veins, he doesn’t think it’s such a bad idea anymore. If nothing else, it has finally made Dean and Seamus realise how stupid they are for each other.

“Alright alright! Keep it family friendly!” Hermione calls out, voice slightly slurred. The boys finally break apart, Dean squeezing Seamus’ butt once before moving back to his spot in the circle. Seamus flushes bright red, and after a moment, crawls after him.

“Spin the bottle!” Blaise shouts, grinning as it's set in motion again.

With all eyes turned to watch who it lands on, Harry takes a moment to scan the room again. There’s the circle of gay girls also playing spin the bottle, another group of people playing a drinking game of some sort, and not much else happening. The flash of blond hair he’s looking for is nowhere to be found, and he sighs under his breath. Bloody Malfoy must be invisible. Or not interested in getting drunk.

Harry forces his eyes back to his own circle, the group of boys staring in horror at the bottle. Theodore Nott and Terry Boot. Harry bites back a shocked laugh. It had surprised absolutely no one when both these boys came out, but surprised everyone when they started dating. Then it had all promptly fallen apart. And now they have to kiss because of a drunk party game. Harry feels slightly sorry for them, even if it’s also hilarious.

He watches as Terry wrinkles his nose in disgust, but shuffles forward on his knees to sit in the centre of the circle. Theo follows a moment later, scowling at Terry.

“It can’t be too bad Theo! You used to be constantly snogging him!”

“Not the time, Blaise,” Ron murmurs from where he’s standing with Hermione next to the fireplace. Ron may be bisexual, and therefore meets the criteria to join the game, but there’s no way he’d look at anyone else now he’s with Hermione. The two are nausea inducing, and Harry loves them.

Harry watches as Terry scoffs, fists his hands in Theodore’s shirt, and tugs him close. The kiss is a harsh peck, over in a second. Theo looks stunned, and then he’s hauling Terry back in. This time, it’s closer to snogging, and earns a few wolf whistles.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” Blaise mutters. “Bloody boys.”

“Blaise, you’re a boy,” Harry whispers pointedly.

Blaise just shrugs.

“Move it on lads,” Dean calls out.

Terry pulls away first, putting some distance between himself and Theo. And then he’s lifting a hand and slapping Theo across the cheek.

Theodore swears loudly, standing up and storming back to his spot next to Blaise. I guess they aren’t getting back together.

Cheers erupt from the circle of girls, and Harry turns to find Pansy and Lavender snogging. He watches as Pansy gets her hands in Lavender’s hair and tugs, making her moan. Hermione is quick to break it up, and the girls settle back down together, Pansy practically sitting in Lavender’s lap.

“Spin the bottle!” Anthony Goldstein calls, and Blaise takes great delight in grabbing it and giving a hard spin.

Harry zones out again, letting the game play around him. He briefly sees Blaise crawling into the circle, but he doesn’t know who the other player is. He glances around the room again. Where the fuck is Malfoy?

***

“You know what’s both gay and homophobic?” Theodore is asking a little while later, between rounds. Harry thinks having to kiss Dean Thomas is pretty high on his list. Dean a) has a boyfriend (as of 15 minutes ago) and b) is as far away from Harry’s type as possible. He won’t say that though; he would hate to offend one of his roommates of eight years.

“Guitars!”

The circle cheers.

“How?” Harry asks. He’s definitely missing something.

“You know. All those homophobic men who play them, but the gays love guitars.” Theo shakes his head like it should be obvious.

“Here I was thinking you’d say being forced to snog your ex!” Justin Finch-Fletchley called from across the room.

Theo huffs, looking down at the floor as his ears become pink.

An awkward cough draws Harry’s attention to someone outside the circle. Malfoy. Harry freezes, unable to tear his eyes away from Malfoy. His hair is for once not slicked back, but purposely tousled, hanging down over his forehead. His Hogwarts robes have been swapped out for a mesh black shirt and sinfully tight jeans. Harry can see his nipples through the shirt, and the sight makes his mouth water.

“You know what I think is gay and homophobic at the same time?” Ron, drunk off his arse, asks the group.

Everyone pauses, waiting.

“Draco MyFatherWillHearAboutThis Malfoy!”

The circle explodes with laughter and catcalls. All eyes turn to Malfoy, and Harry watches as the boys rake their eyes over his outfit. Something heavy settles and twists in Harry’s gut.

Malfoy flushes a lovely colour of pink, stuttering. No words actually manage to form, and after a few attempts at talking, he just rolls his eyes.

“Join the circle Draco!” Blaise says, his words nearly slurred beyond recognition. Theo nods enthusiastically, and soon everyone else is practically begging Malfoy to join. With an exaggerated sigh, Malfoy makes his way to the circle, sitting down between Theo and Blaise.

Great. Time to leave.

Harry shuffles back slowly, hoping not to draw any attention to himself. The universe has other plans though, as all eyes immediately fix on him.

Harry clears his throat. “I’m uh- I’m gonna go find Hermione. It’s getting late.” He feels his cheeks heating up, and hopes that the flush will be hidden under his dark skin. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Nope. Absolutely not. It’s just gotten interesting!” Seamus declares, his accent made all the more worse with excess alcohol. Dean, who Seamus is using as a chair, nods along.

“Yeah Potter, play one more round with us!” Anthony pipes up, a smirk playing on his lips.

A hand grabs Harry’s wrist and tugs him back to the floor. Harry resumes his position in the circle with a scowl. He can’t believe this is happening. Except, it’s not at all surprising.

“What do you say, Draco spins this time?” Blaise asks the group, and everyone nods. Everyone except Harry, who can’t think of a worse idea, but no one seems to care.

Malfoy turns to look at Blaise, his expression hidden from Harry; after a slight hesitation, he reaches forward. Draco’s pale, delicate hands look beautiful next to the bottle. Harry shakes his head. I must be really drunk.

The bottle spins and spins and spins. Harry nearly goes dizzy from watching it move, trying to predict where it will end up. Eventually it begins to slow down. Harry tracks its movements, his eyes flitting from Terry to Anthony to Dean to Seamus to…

“No. Nuh uh, no way.” All faces once again turn to Harry, and he glares at all of them.

“You have to Harry! It’s the rules!” Theo says.

“I am not kissing Malfoy.”

“Why not, Potter?” Blaise asks, eyes innocently--worryingly--large.

“Because it’s Malfoy.”

Harry turns to find Malfoy’s eyes, who is staring right at him. His gaze burns into Harry, setting him alight. I can’t do this.

“What’s wrong Potter?” Malfoy asks, popping the ‘p’ in an imitation of the way he used to say it. Now though, after the antagonism of their rivalry has faded to banter and bickering, Malfoy says it more gently. It always makes something in Harry’s brain melt. “Afraid I’ll be too good?” He lifts a single eyebrow, thin lips curving into a smirk.

“As if Malfoy. You’ve probably never kissed anyone before!” Harry knows it’s weak, but his brain is mostly offline thanks to the Firewhiskey and the idea of what’s about to happen. Because of course he’s going to kiss Malfoy.

“Trust me Potter, he has.”

Harry isn’t sure who said it, but he glares in the general direction. The image of Draco kissing someone other than him turns his mood sour. The weight in his gut reappears.

Draco is grinning when Harry looks at him again. He moves onto his knees and shuffles into the centre of the circle. “Scared, Potter?”

Harry scowls, pushing aside all rational thought, and joins him. “You wish, Malfoy.”

Harry doesn’t have another second to think, because Draco is grabbing the collar of Harry’s shirt and pulling him in. Fire floods Harry’s veins as his lips meet Draco’s. His fingers twitch, and he threads them into Draco’s breath-taking hair. The kiss turns heated very quickly, and Harry struggles to keep up as Draco slides his tongue against Harry’s. He’s going dizzy with it, burning from the inside out. His stomach flips as Draco slides his hands from his collar to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer.

Harry gasps for breath as they break apart, his lungs burning at the lack of oxygen. He can hear his pulse in his ears, blocking out everything except himself and Draco. After a second of harsh breathing, he feels lips on his jaw. A moan is wrenched from him as Draco nips gently, and then the mouth moves down to his neck. Draco sucks a mark into his skin, high up on his neck where Harry won’t be able to cover it. Harry can’t help the groan he releases, and tugs Draco back up to meet his lips again. Right where he wants him.

“Time to break it up!” someone is shouting, and Harry whines when Draco pulls away slightly.

As their foreheads rest against each other, Harry becomes aware of everyone in the Room cheering. Everyone. Not just the guys he was playing with, but the girls and other guys as well. Harry sighs, but he can’t help the smile on his lips.

“About bloody time mate,” Ron is saying when Harry finally gathers the courage to look at something other than the floor.

“Is now an appropriate time to say that I charmed the bottle?” Blaise asks, and Harry and Draco both whip around to look at him.

“You what?!” Draco shouts, glaring daggers into his friend.

“You two have been eye-fucking all term! I’m helping you get laid, Draco.” Blaise grins, the smug smile making Harry shake his head.

Draco rolls his eyes and stands up properly. Before Harry can begin doubting anything, Draco grabs his hand and hauls him up. Harry stands in front of Draco, a shy smile on his lips. God, he’s pretty.

“Come on, Harry,” Draco murmurs into his ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

Harry is helpless to do anything but nod and follow him out of the Room, ignoring the catcalls that trail after them.

***

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[gureishi]

I really love your writing! Could I request #2 for Saeyoung? Perhaps a hurt/comfort :)

Ohhhh, thank you so much!! That makes me really happy to hear ♡

And here is the fic! I think a lot about making Saeyoung go to sleep and honestly don’t know how I’ve never written this scenario before. Darling sleepy overworked boy.

two: fall into your arms again

SaeyoungXReader, T, words: 1764

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You’re dreaming of driving when he calls you—it’s a recurring nightmare of yours, where you’re at the wheel and suddenly you realize the car has no brakes. The ringtone makes its way into your dream, and you’re panicking, you’re panicking—where is the phone, why can’t you stop the car?

You wake abruptly, eyes flying open in the way they sometimes do after a nightmare. The phone is still ringing. You scramble for it and find it tangled in the sheets.

You squint at the screen: it’s after three in the morning.

“H-hello?” You yawn as you answer, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Ohh…did I wake you up? I guess I lost track of time,” he laughs, but it sounds forced. You push yourself up a little in bed.

“Saeyoung, are you okay? Did something happen?” There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. Things have just finally started to go well.

“No, no!” He’s too loud, too enthusiastic. “We’re okay! Saeran is asleep.”

“Saeyoung, it’s almost four in the morning.”

He yelps. “Really? I didn’t even notice! I’m sorry, babe. Ignore me and go back to sleep. Please.”

You sigh, sitting all the way up, propping the pillows behind your head. “Will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“God Seven is bothered by nothing! God Seven was just doing some work and wanted to hear his kitty cat’s cute voice! Ha-hah!”

“Saeyoung…”

“Activate kitty communication mode! Meow! Meow? Meeooow!”

He’s too adorable—his distraction tactics are too good. Once upon a time, you would’ve given it to it, would’ve let him ramble nonsensically until he wore himself out. You know better now.

“Saeyoung, when was the last time you slept?”

You hear him counting to himself. “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…twenty-six, twenty-seven…” Oh no. “Forty-four hours ago!” he sings triumphantly.

“Saeyoung!”

“Whaaat?”

“Forty-four hours ago was when I last spent the night. You haven’t slept since then?”

“Nooope. But it’s okaaaay! God Seven can work for much longer without sleeping because it’s what he was programmed to do!” He draws out his syllables, speaking in a sing-song.

“Hey. Stop. Listen to me.” You know he hears the frustration in your voice because he shuts up right away. “You do not work for the agency anymore. Even Saeran is sleeping right now, like a normal person. You do not need to work through the night anymore.”

“But I do,” he says. His voice sounds a little more subdued now. “The agency may be done, but there’s still so much cleanup work to do. There’s so many loose ends. If I’m resting, they’re tracking Saeran, tracking Vanderwood, tracking you… I can’t—”

“No,” you say. “Uh-uh.” You’re already slipping out of bed, groping around in the dark for some sweatpants. “I know there’s still work to do and I know you’re worried about keeping us safe. And you can do that work. After you’ve slept for eight hours.”

He laughs and it sounds almost like a sob. “I’ve just found him,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him. “I’ve just got him back. If anything happens to him…”

“I know,” you say. “I know, babe. But none of that matters if you work yourself to death in the process.”

You’ve got pants, you’ve got shoes. You grab a jacket and the keys to the rental car Saeyoung insisted on paying for so you wouldn’t be reliant on him while he was holed up in his bunker with Saeran.

“Hah,” he says. “It would take a lot more than a few hours of work to kill me.”

You’re outside, the cool air bracing you, waking you the rest of the way up.

“I’d like you one hundred percent alive instead of just barely hanging on,” you tell him.

You throw open the car door with perhaps slightly too much force.

He hesitates. “What was…are you outside?”

“Yes. I’m coming over.”

“You—g-gah, what?!” He sounds frantic. You hear a crash—almost as if he’s sweeping something (realistically, a pile of junk food) off his desk.

“I’m coming over right now and putting you to bed. If you don’t want me to stay, I won’t, but you are going to sleep one way or another,” you say. You start the car and you know he hears it through the phone—you’re not playing around.

“I’m perfectly capable of—” he whines.

“Thirty minutes. Love you,” you say, and hang up before he can respond.

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You get there in no time because the roads are empty. He’s cleverly disabled the car’s built-in GPS so that the rental company can never access any of the data, never pinpoint his address (not that his bunker actually has an address). It doesn’t matter: you know the way by heart.

You give the password that will let you into the garage, park, and peer into the retinal scanner by the door—he’s added this feature for you, only for you. The door welcomes you by name and swings open with a soft click.

The bunker feels bigger and emptier at night; it’s completely dark except for the tiny ray of light coming from his office door, which is cracked open just a hair. You sigh. You’d had hope—just a little—that knowing you were coming would guilt him into just going to bed already. But he is stubborn.

You pad across the huge living room and knock gently on his door. He knows you’re here, of course—he’s probably been watching you on the cameras ever since you pulled into the driveway. But just in case—he’s not someone you want to ever catch off guard.

“Hi,” he says softly—his voice sounds far away. You push open the door.

“Oh, Saeyoung…”

His office is never exactly tidy, but this is a disaster zone.

There are chip bags and other assorted wrappers strewn over the desk and on the floor around it. Several creepy, half-built robots lay at odd angles on the couch and floor, as if he’s been fiddling with them as he works and then tossing them aside—one blinks eerily at you with its single eye. There are clothes thrown over the couch and the backs of his various desk chairs, as though he’s been managing to periodically change outfits without ever setting foot in his bedroom.

And there he is, your precious, anxious, manic boy, sitting in his chair with his knees pulled up to his chest, hunched over his desk, fingers still moving over the keys even as he turns to look at you.

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“That’s a crappy greeting for your favorite person in the world who just drove here in the middle of the night,” you say, but you’re not not really angry at him—how could you be, when he’s in this state? You cross the room, stepping over the piles of junk. Up close, he looks terrible—there are dark circles under his eyes and he has that pale, hollow look he gets when he goes too long without seeing the sun.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “Bright, wonderful people like you should be asleep at this time of night.”

“Everyone should be asleep at this time of night,” you tell him. You brush the messy, tangled hair off his forehead and kiss him on the cheek. He closes his eyes for a moment, humming contentedly; then he reaches for you, tilting his head up for a proper kiss. 

“Nuh-uh,” you say, and he deflates, pouting. “Find a stopping point—the first possible stopping point. Then you are going to bed.”

“Orrrrr…” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against your waist. One hand trails up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Saeyoung.”

“Fiiiine.” He reluctantly spins his chair around, types another line. “You go get in the bed,” he says, eyes on the screen. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Nope.” You cross your arms and sit on the couch, moving aside half of a robot dragon. “I don’t trust you.”

He makes a sound somewhere between a hiss and a groan and starts typing more quickly. Good. If he’s motivated to finish faster because you’re now losing sleep, then so be it. At least he’s stopping.

The sound of his typing soothes you. You fiddle with the little dragon—it will be very cute, once he builds the other side of its head. His typing slows. He hits a few more keys. You recognize the sounds of him finishing up—god knows how much collective time you’ve spent listening to him work.

“Okay,” he says at last, and you look up to see him getting out of his chair, a little clumsily.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

You skip to him and grab his hand. “Bedtime,” you say seriously, tugging him behind you: through the door, down the hall. He laughs, and it’s the most genuine he’s sounded all night. You throw open the door to his room and take a running leap onto the bed. He’s still laughing, watching you from the doorway with warm eyes.

“Come,” you say, wriggling yourself into the blankets, holding out your arms to him. Obediently, he shuts the door and comes to you, falling headfirst onto the messy pile of pillows and blankets and you. He groans quietly, his shoulder muscles finally relaxing. You pull him toward you and he settles his head onto your chest.

“S’feels nice,” he slurs, snuggling into you. You see how hard the exhaustion is hitting him now that he’s closed his eyes; you make a snug nest of blankets around him, tucking them up to his neck.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper. “You can rest now.”

“Mmmmmm but…” His words are hard to make out, his voice already thick with sleep. “But there are soooo many other things we could be doing…in this bed…”

He tries to lift an arm, vaguely brushing his fingertips over your neck. You giggle.

“Shhhh, love. Maybe in the morning,” you tell him. You kiss the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his messy, sweet-smelling hair. He doesn’t respond. “Babe?”

His head is heavy on your chest. You feel his breath on your neck, slow and steady. You smile to yourself—he’s already asleep.

So you wrap your arms tightly around him and close your eyes, head propped on top of his. You are a mess of blankets and limbs and heartbeats and you feel impossibly, indescribably safe. “Goodnight, Saeyoung,” you whisper.

[kittenyoung]

Shopping trip. - Choi San SMUT.

Notes: This is my first time writing smut in the past 4 years, so I’m sorry if it is slightly messy and not up to standard.

Warning: Rough sex, choking, couch sex, creampie and breeding.

Shopping with San was always fun and adorable, you would try on cute outfits and he would spend all of his time hyping you up and cooing over how adorable you looked. 

Today you decided to be braver, bolder, you picked out one of the sexiest dresses you could find while he wasn’t looking and brought it home with you to model.

You had just finished trying on everything else in the bag when your plan was coming into action, you spoke to him innocently, not trying to draw attention to your plan, acting completely oblivious.

“San, how does it look?

Silence.

“San, are you even listening?”

No. 

He was staring at you, silently, mouth slightly parted as he took in the dress you were wearing. It hugged all of your curves and shaped your body perfectly.

His mind was too busy wandering elsewhere that he didn’t realise you had even spoken to him. Clouded by thoughts of you on top of him in that dress. Trying not to give into primal instincts. He huffed and leaned back...

But he was still staring. He didn’t know what had gotten into him. He just wanted to take you right there.. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Before you could question again, he quickly got up and twirled you around, pushing you against the couch. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, gracing his teeth against the skin, threatening to leave a bite at any second.

“Baby... Did you know this would happen?”

With the smallest and whinest voice you could manage,

“Yes.”

His fingers were travelling all over your body. From your neck to your back, finding their way down to your thighs, inching higher each second, he finally stopped where you wanted him. Pressing his fingers against you and pushing you deeper into the couch.

His fingers were tracing you, making you gush and leak through your underwear. When he deemed you wet enough and was satifised with the coating on the pads of his fingers, he finally stripped you of the one thing seperating him from you.

He wasted no time in stripping himself of the sweatpants he was wearing, your head was spinning and all you could focus on was him pushing himself against your back. 

“Do you deserve this cock?” 

He teased you by dragging his cock from your clit all the way down to where you most needed him, causing you to become distracted, only focusing on him. 

“I asked a question baby.” 

He pulled his hips slightly backwards. You already missed the feeling of him against you, throwing your arms back to pull him back against you.

“Nuh uh. Beg for this cock.” 

At this point you were nearly on the verge of tears, trying to force the words out of your own mouth.

“Yes,” your voice cracked.

“I deserve your cock.”

You barely managed to get the words out when he had thrusted into you, settling deep inside you, he didn’t move. Just stayed there while he took in how nice it felt to have you wrapped around him. Keeping him warm.

“San. Please move.” you were ready to explode.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

His hips pulled back and he snapped forward harshly. Throwing you even deeper into the couch, barely being able to stand. He gripped onto your hips as he started pounding into you.

Skin slapping and wet noises were the only things heard in the room followed by your loud whimpering. His fingers were digging into you hard enough to leave bruises the next day. 

He brought his hand up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around you delicately, pulling your head upwards before digging his fingers into you harshly, slightly cutting off your air. He had turned you into a brainless drooly mess. Drool finally falling from your lips. 

“You love this cock huh?” 

All you could do was nod. Words weren’t an option anymore. He knew that and it made something in him snap. Letting go of your throat and throwing you forward pushing your face into the couch and pulling you closer by your hips. 

He wanted to be deeper. He wanted you to only feel him for the next few days. 

When you started clenching around him he smirked, letting out low grunts every time your pussy tightened around him.

“You want me to cum inside you? You want to be filled with my cum?” 

You nodded frantically. It was desperate. You wanted to scream “yes” at him, but the words wouldn’t come out, just turning into loud pathetic moans.

He was fucking you harder than ever before, making the back of your thighs hurt and your hips ache, but you couldn’t care. You loved it. You could do this forever.

“I’m gonna breed this tiny little pussy and you’re gonna take it.” 

His thrusts started to get sloppy and his grunts were louder.

“San. Please. Cum inside me.” 

Finally hearing your voice, saying these words to him, he was broke.

His hips snapped forward one last time before he twitched inside of you and you felt the warm liquid pool, you clenched tighter to milk all of him, causing him to moan loudly, cursing under his breath.

He collapsed against you. Leaving small kisses against your back.

After some moments laying against you, he realised he hadn’t made you cum yet, and he wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

Pulling off you and moving you to face him, he pushed himself to the floor, coming face to face with your pussy, leaking with his cum. 

He kissed your thighs, leaving bites and marks, spending his time to make you feel good before he put his lips on you. 

“My girl deserves to cum for being so good for me.” were the last words you heard before he dived into you, pushing his tongue inside your pussy. 

He was relentless, feeling so bad he didn’t wait for you to cum with him, he made you cum twice on his tongue. He’ll never let you go unsatisfied. 

[sugako]

Can i request doing the clothes swap trend with Kenma Bokuto Ushijima Oikawa and Kageyama(idk your character limit. It wasnt in your rules) i hope this isnt too much for you. Have a good day

i lowkey did not know what this trend even was 😳 but this is cute (also i don’t really have a chara limit currently within reason)

sum: clothing swap trend w/ gn!reader x kenma, bokuto, ushi, oikawa, and kags

cw: clothing switches (no sizing indicators really), mostly fluff, kinda slightly suggestive content (for bokuto), timeskip spoilers!

kenma

does not get it or why you would want to

you already wear his hoodies/sweatpants all the time so that’s the same thing he thinks

but he does it anyone because it’s going to make you happy

you get into it teasing him abt habits he has while he streams/in meetings

he doesn’t act super different but still imitates you a little

secretly loves having your soft sweater on because it smells like you

“you’re wearing my clothes right now.” he says bluntly, motioning to the old, too loose hoodie and fresh pair of boxers of his you have on.

“you know what i mean. i know you watch tiktoks even you pretend you don’t. you gotta wear my clothes.” you say, already reaching behind you to grab the set you pulled out for him.

for just another moment longer he hesitates before he finally snatches them from your hand. you close your eyes, waiting for him to change, and when he’s done he taps your shoulder.

“c’mon, my followers will like it.” he sighs.

bokuto

he suggests it as soon as he sees one video of people doing it

drags you away from whatever you’re doing to ask

already loves seeing you in his jerseys and t-shirts

idc if you have big tiddies so does he and his shirts would fit anyone

he would love to squeeze into your shorts or skirts with his massive ass and thighs

you just hope he doesn’t pull any seams, but even if he does it’s just funny and cute

“hey, baby...?” he draws out the word, pulling you away from your laptop screen. you shut it, already sensing that he wants to do something.

“what’s up?” you ask, pulling him into your arms, running your fingers through his hair.

“wanna do the couples outfit swap thing with me?”

“of course!” as you agree, he’s dragging you to your shared bedroom when he tosses his clean MSBY uniform at you, helping to drag the clothes you’re wearing off.

he shimmies on your clothes and sets his phone up to record. you hold back a wheeze as he awkwardly steps in front of the screen as the music starts up, gently mocking some of your habits. nearly in tears, you step out when it’s your turn holding onto a volleyball and trying to imitate his chest receive, but laughing so hard it barely bounces across the room to him.

“hey!” he comes stumbling back into view of the camera, laughing as he picks up the ball.

“you do that a lot, you’re very good at it with these.” you say, cupping his chest. on reflex, he tightens his muscles under your hold, firming up the soft flesh. the music fades off and the phone finishes recording.

“they’re good for a lot more than that,” he purrs, leaning in as though to kiss you, but bouncing the ball between your chests at the last second.

ushijima

another one that just doesn’t get it

doesn’t have tiktok so he doesn’t know what you mean at first

agrees immediately because you seem excited

he’s worried about fitting in your clothes though no matter your size

doesn’t know what to do so he just stands there (askjlsfj i’m sorry i just think he would)

“so, this is all.” he asks, looking down at himself before his eyes refocus on you.

“yep.” you answer plainly, buttoning the last button of his crisp, white dress shirt he pulled for you. while he didn’t totally get it, the way your eyes lit up when he was in your clothes and you in his made his heart warm and he couldn’t say no.

“i don’t do anything or...?”

“you can act like me if you want. promise i won’t be offended.” you joke, clicking the phone on and nodding at him. he’s a little stiff, but he does his best.

when it’s your turn, you hop up to him with your arms stretched over your head, spiking a mini foam volleyball that was sitting on your bedside table with a straight expression.

with his phone you snatched minutes ago you pretend to scroll through it with an oddly intense look that he gets when he concentrates. to anyone else, he might look angry, but you know he’s just focusing.

“do i really look that mad all the time?” his eyebrow just barely quirks up, and you can hear the tiniest hint of amusement in his voice.

“aww, you’re just a big, kind of sometimes serious guy with the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen.” you cup his face in your hands, bringing it close so you can peck the tip of his nose. “but, uhh yes, a little bit.”

oikawa

another one that suggests it to you

has you in a plain shirt and athletic shorts in seconds

peruses all of your clothes to find the ones he thinks will suit him best

finally finds something that’s his favorite shade of blue and gets it on

he gets very much into it, overexaggerating your mannerisms, etc.

“i do not do that!” you call, holding back a crooked smile. finally, you push him out from in front of the phone.

before he can stop you, you start making flirty faces at the camera, pretending to take selfies with your tongue stuck out and eyebrows furrowed.

“excuse me?” he chuckles, coming back into frame. “i don’t do that.”

“oh, should i be poutykawa then?” you counter, crossing your arms and sticking out your bottom lip with a sullen look on your face. “i miss my bestie in japan and shoyo so much, but at least i’ll see them when i crush them at the olympics.” you taunt, throwing your head back.

“hey,” he whines, “did iwa tell you to call me those awful names? you know i just want you to call me tooru.”

you giggle as he lets out a long, dramatic sigh.

“i’m y/n and i’m so in love with tooru oikawa, san juan setter and his pretty hair and hands even though i pretend i’m all tough.” he throws back at you, grabbing your wrists and playfully started to wrestle with you. at onces, you’re glad he proposed this silly idea even as you’re about to be strong-armed onto the ground.

kageyama

another clueless king like ushi

but also does it because you seem excited

...and he likes seeing you in his clothes

if you give him something complicated (like that laces up, skirt, dress, etc.) he needs your help

looks very good in whatever clothes you put him in

even if you’re the same height/barely shorter than him, he’s gonna make fun of you for being short

you gotta hold back your laughing tears even before you start up

you let him go first, and he stiffly mocks some things you do, in step with the music. when you have to go, you’re already on the edge of losing it, you think you’re joke is too good.

first, you take a deep breath, and use your hands to part you hair, just like you’ve seen hinata do during his kageyama impressions. you barely get out the words “...power curry...” before you feel him roll his eyes and you let out a shuddering laugh.

“is that supposed to be me?” he asks as you pretend to quickly stuff you mouth with nothing.

“what?” you chuckle, “there’s nothing wrong with being a big eater, you’re a big guy.” you say, voice raising up a couple octaves.

“uh-huh, and the power curry commercial?” he questions.

“was a, uh, very important thing that you did and now some people know you from it.” you coughed out, acutely aware of the sinister smirk growing on his features.

suddenly, he drops down to both his knees. “hmm, is this how you see things?” he says flatly, looking around the room.

“tobio, i’m not even-”

“nuh-uh, i think this is a much better impression than i did earlier.” he stops you, still looking around. “i could see below a volleyball net from here, that’s pretty amazing.”

“yeah, well you’re a big, tall...big guy.” you weakly try to counter. his flat face drops for a just a second as a smile breaks through and he nods.

“i’m actually 188cm so i think you need to get on a chair or two.”