#like he doesnt break his fingers i just imagine doing that more than once in like a five min time span cant be fun... like... ow...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

not to be in delusional land but i was thinking of quicksilver's potential kit in rivals and i kinda snorted at the idea of him having that 'pistol shrimp snap' thing he does in Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver and him only being able to do it once per match or something on account of fucking up his fingers

[hyewka]

alo! love ur sub beomgyu universe

could u write sub cat beomgyu being too clingy nd bratty that he gets punished by his owner or simply just being in unbearable heat nd begs for his owner to breed her??? hybrid fics r crazy mad nd im crazy

warnings; sub!gyu, hybrid au, not proofread

imagine kitty!beom who keeps looking over at you with a permanent pout on his face because you scolded him and told him to keep his distance for scratching you earlier. his bottom lip would wobble as he attempts to get you to make eye contact, kitty claws buried in the pillow hes holding tight against him but youre just not budging.

“i didnt mean it.” he finally breaks.

“you didnt mean what?” you dismissively mumble keeping your eyes on your laptop as you finish up your report.

he whines, throwing the pillow away to all of a sudden break your command and cling onto your arm. “you know i didnt mean to hurt you, i really didnt! please dont be mad”

“beomgyu you crossed the line, i told you to keep a distance.” you warn.

“who cares about the line! just tell me youre not mad!”

and ofc hes holding onto you and shaking you to try to get you to look at him like hes owed your forgiveness

kitty beomgyu who cant really sit through a punishment without purring and pressing his body flush to yours whining for you to forgive him that he’ll do better but that only has you snap and promptly put your hand down his pants to shut up his bratty adamant complaining. it does just that. having him bucking and panting already, its like he does this to get this exact reaction out of you, to have your hand wrapped around his dick. pumping it but not letting him cum. his loudness tonight has you getting a migraine so you end up shoving a finger in his watering mouth which he eagerly wraps his lips around sucking earnestly and moaning wantonly—slut.

when you can’t focus on doing two things at once you slip your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva breaking. the moment you do, he’s loud again, whining and mewling, you resort to slapping his thighs punishingly. “use your shirt kitty”

and as you pump his pretty cock, trying to focus on your computer, beomgyus biting the ends of his shirt so hard, he drenches it with his saliva he ends up tearing it which again serves to put you out of your productivity. you look over at him, a scowl thrown his way that he doesnt shy away from, this brat. “you cant even control yourself for more than two minutes?” you ask incredulously.

he doesnt even pretend, he immediately shakes his head. “i cant” he breathes out, “i need your pussy, feel like im gonna die”

“aww, kitten feels like he’s gonna die so i just have to give you my pussy don’t i?”

the audacity to nod has you scoff. “raise your arms.” despite how entitled hes been acting, he enthusiastically obliges. when you leave to get a scarf to makeshift a restraint he whines at the loss of your hands on his weeping cock. “what do you want your master to do beommie?” you implore, making sure to tie a tight knot.

he replies almost immediately, without skipping a beat. “wanna breed you.”

you laugh a scoff, straddling his lap, your clothed cunt grinding on his sensitive dick. you could tell it’s driving him to a brink already, he already attempts to break from the scarf. too bad you know how to tie your knots well. “breed me? beommie, let’s not get too absurd, it’s too much even for you.”

you dont expect for him to break so quickly but he does, starting to sniffle, his cute ears twitching uncontrollably, tears welling up in his round eyes. “sit on my cock….p-please.”

you slide the soft cotton of your panties up and down his wet dick, pouting mockingly at the way his face falls into a distraught show of his arousal. his mouth hangs open and hes drooling like a mutt you have to slap him to get him to behave. “don’t be dirty. look pretty with your lips shut.” you say, mouthing at his bare neck.

you can easily pick up on his close mouthed whimper, his pathetic attempt at fucking your heat doesn’t serve to do anything for him and it turns you on even more. “wanna cum on my panties? wanna soil it with your little seed?” you goad, getting breathy yourself as you increase your speed on his fat cock, letting your weight engulf it even more.

he shakes his head, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. “baby please, i-im gonna die, i’m g-gonna—hic—im gonna burst, baby. it hurts. i don’ wanna cum, jus wanna be in your pretty cunt,”

he lets out another broken plead when you rub his earflaps in circles, making it extra soothing just like he loves, “let it all out kitty, its okay” you drawl

he almost does just that, letting out a deep purr, his tummy untensing. but then its like he snaps out of it, shaking his head in defiance. “dont want to. if im gonna cum its gonna be in your pussy, ill have you drip with my-”

you dig your fingers in his bare skin and he yelps, jolting, uncontrollably sobbing by this point. “jeez, so sensitive. what a baby. arent you, kitty? just a baby needing to be tamed.”

speeding up, having the head of cock brush against your clit every now, then he finally spills his load, warmth spreading on the bed, dirtying your sheets. his chest’s heaving, and you take some time to look over his tummy, his shirt completely ruined.

“you’re cute” you conclude getting off his softening dick. “but now im serious, dont misbehave. i really need to get my work done, ‘kay beommie?”

he huffs, pouting and turning his head, practically giving you the silent treatment as you shower him with praises, untying the scarf around his wrists and cleaning his thighs up, his stuck up nature shining through. you find it mildly annoying at worst but adorably very beomgyu. you hum in contentment, what a cute brat

[4pfsukuna]

Hiii❤️can you write some headcanons about sukuna with a asexual reader? It could be modern sukuna or any version. Of course you dont have to if youre not comfortable with it🙏

OMG Can i? This is my first request you can bet Sukunas masochism i can! Originally i had no idea what to write and then i had 17 ideas.

Then i began writing couldn’t save it as a draft it got deleted so now here’s the second idea i had.

It’s not often someone steals Sukunas attention but you do it with ease.

At first he’s annoyed by the way you stare at him with a deadpan gaze. No thoughts, no emotions just gaze.

He’s used to either fear, adoration or lust but you just give him a blank stare it’s torture…he kind of likes it.

• He likes listening to you read, sing and cook you do those things with such passion it engulfs you to the point of you forgetting he’s there.

That’s when he takes the time to Admire  your hair, dark pink curls that resemble the soft texture of cotton Candy… kinda smells like it to. (It’s vanilla) 

and no matter how many times you swat his hand away he cant help it…its pretty. Like you.

He’s infatuated and how dare you not be equally infatuated with him as he is with you?!

You get lots of…gifts. The head of a goat, skull of…something and the blood of your enemies. You don’t want to question how he got any of these things.

“What? Why do you not look happy?” He questions yet youre speechless unaware of the same dead gaze you’re still giving him. He cant read it but he knows its not joy.

“I shower it with gifts and yet still no emotions, these human things are so confusing”

“I’m not a thing or an it im a human and im not emotionless im asexual” 

Now its his turn for the blank stare except you can read his and hes completely confused.

You laugh at his idiocy, how can you not. Or maybe the irony of someone like Sukuna trying  to get you to show emotions.

He wants to hate you laughing at him but he likes the way your plump lips reveal your sharp teeth and you’re shaking with laughter.

He definitely ask uraume about asexuality. Uraume just stares— the same stare you give and it dawns on him uraume is also asexual. 

Sukuna is very hands on hes just adapted to different ways.

Biting? Yes he will bite you just for his own shits and giggles. Hard enough to leave bite marks but never enough to break skin…ok maybe once but he thinks its okay because your blood didnt make him want to eat you.

hes learned your blank stares at this point and this one means you think he’s an idiot.

He also will just randomly pick you up and sit you on his lap as you rant about the characters in your book. And when you think he isn’t listening…

“Sweetheart if they were real id dismember them and make a necklace of their blood for you to wear” he promises wrapping a curl of yours around his finger ignoring the countless times youve told him to stop touching your hair.

This results in you biting his hand. 

He likes having his hair played in, he won’t say it aloud but the soft groans he lets out that turn into snores is all the confirmation you needed.

Imagine how angry he was waking up to an empty bed, hair not being played with to see you talking to one of the guards in the middle of the night.

“Jealousy doesnt suit you, king Sukuna” and he hates when you call him that as if you were nothing more than just a servant and he meant nothing to you.

He uses all 4 arms to make sure he doesnt wake up in the mornings without you. Sometimes he’ll peak one if his eyes open and it’s never long before you feel his gaze and smile.

“Im still here… Now go to sleep before i poke you in your eye” Did you just threaten him? He smirks turning his head the other way… he wasnt willing to risk that.

You sometimes wondered if being asexual bothered him… it didn’t. He like that someone just wanted to spend time with him no fear, no lust, no requirements to do or be anything.

Especially after a long day of being king he just wants to rant about how annoying everyone is especially you since you weren’t there because you were soooo busy.

You went shopping with uraume, who seemed to like you for Sukuna. Though After spending the day with uraume you understood why they were bestfriends. Uraume was equally as unhinged just quiet.

He hates when you use your pointer fingers to direct his frown literally upside down. And your giggle that you let out… he needs to punch something— or turn away so you cant see him actually smile.

When it comes to dates he takes you to grand places he’s not a date person. He heard you talk about stars once so he takes you to the top of the castle and explains each constellation watching the way you hold onto every word with fascination.

Or he shows you his domain for the first time and tells you about war stories and as you look around at the piles of skeletons you notice this may be where he got the skull he gave you as a piece of him. 

You realize he might have a crush on you.

Or the day he avoids you completely after you yelled at him about plucking a fish from water just because only to wake you up at 2am to show you the koi fish pond he had installed with so many different colored fish.

Hes shocked when your tiny body hugs him, laughing in pure excitement before leaning over the lake admiring each and every fish.

Its when you turn back to him the same adoration on your face this time aimed at him that his brain lags for a second. He finally… FINALLY got what he’s been wanting for so long.

and like the greedy man he is he wants more vowing to say yes to whatever you want.

He doesnt process you running back into his arms with pure excitement until you speak.

“Can we get more? I think a bigger lake. Sukuna could you imagine a wall in our bedroom with these fish? Or a secret mini pond in the throne room that can only be accessed by us” 

And the sounds of we, our bedroom and us along with the way your bright eyes gaze up happily and hopefully at him makes his insides hot. 

You never talked about the status of your relationship but he was yours the moment you gazed at him with that deadpan expression. And the way his name rolled off your lips through your razor sharp teeth infatuated does nothing to explain how he feels about you.

[safebear]

Service Top truther anon here, i have more thoughts to share ahhh!

I can see wrio being very much into quiet comfort when he's with a partner. like he doesn't have to talk much if the silence is spent together- imagine him reading his newspaper, your fingers combing through his hair absent-mindedly, him leaning into the touch ever so slightly while you read a book or sketch on a note pad. When you stop he'll turn his head to look at you until you continue, eyelids getting heavier until he fully drifts off.

when you're in bed together he likes to circle his thumb over your hip while he has his chest to your back and his face in the crook of your neck. just enjoying the shared warmth and contact.

ugh and if things get more spicy it's never in a hurry. he'll test the waters by trailing touches over your thighs and chest, and when you give him the sign to continue it's going to be slow and deep unless you want it otherwise. He'll nip at your neck and shoulders, never biting to hurt but to feel you in any way he can, while keeping his palm flat against your lower stomach where he's moving inside you, eventually trailing further down to cirlce your clit in the same unhurried way. When you buck into his hand and back onto his cock, he won't break pace. He loves when you openly chase your pleasure. Whine for him to give you more and he'll lie you on your front while he grinds into you from behind, controlled drags of his hips that send you over the moon.

"Touch yourself for me, will you?" He'll encourage you.

It's your release that makes him follow suit, the tightening of you around him so good he can't help but press deeper and give you every drop of himself he can offer. He'll move the both of you to lie on your sides in the comedown, never pulling out to keep his cum inside you for as long as possible. His hand wanders back to your lower stomach, the softness under his palm such a pleasing contrast to his calloused fingers. While he slowly falls asleep he wishes he could have you like this at any moment.

omgggg anon🥹🥰🤭 yeah i dont think he's really one for words so he shows his affection through actions the most. for example, acts of service such as getting you your favorite snacks, noticing when youre upset and letting you vent, buying you something he knows you would like, etc. or through physical touch such as holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, putting his arm around you, nuzzling and hugging you.

i literally just wanna lay his head on my lap and comb my fingers through his fluffy hair until he falls asleep. most of the time when he's with you, he spends it nuzzling his face into your neck and just inhaling your lovely scent and sometimes leaving light kisses, usually tickling you and making you giggle which makes him happy and smile in your neck. only you are able to help him relax and show his soft side like this.

omg yes ! COCKWARMING. wrio lovesss cockwarming. You do it often after making love (due to his breeding kink), while he's at his desk doing paperwork (it helps him get through the endless papers), and while you sleep because he wants to be close to you and enjoy your warmth. it doesnt even have to be in a sexual way in order to get release, he enjoys the intimacy.

wrio + slow, gentle sex ahhh ! it makes you wanna cry sometimes due to how soft and gentle he is to you during your sessions. You might've done it a few times before which makes him worried because he thinks he hurt you. but once you tell him the reason why you're crying happy tears, he relaxes and kisses your tears away as he continues his slow pace, grinding against you while you hold each other close (this makes me wanna cry🥹). but omg the feeling of his rough, calloused hand rubbing your clit feels so much better than your own hand so you usually prefer that and beg ask him to do it. just his hands touching you any place feels amazing. gentle, soft touches from such rough hands mhm🤤

this really cheered me up anon because i've had a stressful week so thank you for sharing more. i hope you have a wonderful weekend🥰❤️

[liliththeimp]

sum ghosts hc’s :3 pt 1–SFW

Once again back at it with my SAS wife cos my brain is rotting like disintegrating cotton candy so here are some headcannons i made (posted on ao3 but thought they deserved a bit recognition here too lol)

Now these are just some personal hcs ive made or seen that i liked;

the numbered sfw hcs are going to tie into the nsfw hcs, for clarification!!

SFW:

He loves music, like anything 70’s to 90’s in a sense? Like, sum pink floyd or shinedown (ik but it stuck after an ai chat and i cant fucking let it go-) nu metal, death/black metal, gothic metal, throw in some thrash/groove metal- anything with metal really

Onto my next point, he’s good at guitar, like really good, he has a gibson guitar he named (idfk what he named it, probably after you tho lmao)^1

He’s a straight up asshole, like, blunt calls everyone cunts, he’s just a a British as shoe dude what did you expect. But the funny thing is, if you end up cursing him out like a sailo he will find that as a major turn on ^2

Simple man doesnt like complicated food, just a normal burger and fries and he’ll be grateful. And if you cook good luck he eats like a bear (how else u think he’s bulky???)

He likes winter over any season bc its the opposite of where he’s been, though allergies/sickness do annoy the shit out of him cus he sneeze into his mask and it pisses him off

Likes milkshakes and i won't expand on that.

He’s a big softy for like small gifts, he may not show it but that macaroni necklace he called stupid? He has it on his night stand so it wont get ruined. You got a bracelet you gave him three months ago? He wears it everyday.

Pretty testing and bully-ish, but will just become a stuttering mess when you tame him, the slight blush peeing through his balaclava will give you enough lee way to make him fall in love with you

“blink mf.” 

Stares down new recruits, no exceptions- when he sees you, he ends up staring more

Knows some ASL when he’s not exactly in a talkative mood (not gonna say non-verbal bc, i doesnt fit him? he’s just like middle finger up to say fuck you, thats his sign language lmao)

Pretty big book worm in his free time

Fast learner at anything, i imagine he has a hard time remembering shit bc of his trauma n shit will do that to ya, but if he watched something long enough he can get it down.

Likes some spicy food

Doesn't do video games, he just doesnt think their any fun

OMFG this man- he makes fucking BACON in his GRILLED CHEESE. I argued with him (literally only with a fucking AI bot like some looser but my point still stands;) about how that's an abomination, grilled cheeses are meant for, and paired ONLY with tomato soup, sometimes chicken noodle. but he believes it the most delicious thing, he’s not putting watered down ketchup next to his beautiful creation.

Stubborn and pouts easily, you say something he doesnt realize is a joke he hold onto that grudge. “Why are you so upset right now? What did i do?” He huffed, uncrossing his arms “you didnt hold the door for me and I slammed my face! You didnt even apologize!!” You blinked, lips pressing into a thin line “are you fucking 5.”

his love languages is more quality time than physical touch- but Jesus Christ this man will get clingy af once he trusts you (after he takes off his mask fully 4 the first time, he trusts you with his whole heart- dont break it pwease- hes hes jus a little guy)

Ok really like bully breed dogs, like his favorite.

loves to hold your hand, like if you wrap your hand around two of his fingers specifically, he’ll turn into a blush mess and so so prideful, (like big softy friendly giant who could totally crush you- and he’s like so gentle) ^3

Gives a lot of thought before he compliments you, like studies the way you do things- like, hair clips, clothes, colors, make up, shoes, etc etc, he loves to study your features.

Can cook- like, really good- but ends up ordering takeout or pizza cos he’s lazy

On his trips, like when he get deployed longer than a couple of months, he brings back sand for you from the places he’s been and you have a small shelf full of small files of the sand (unlabeled btw, you just know which is which)

tries not to get angry or lash out or get like, cold or distant with you bc he really cares he’s just scared of fucking up and you leaving once you see how broken he is

Does all those horrible jokes, his voice is slow and gruff and just- gravelly? Like, he talks like the Grimm reaper himself and makes a yo mama joke

Doesn’t know how to ask for attention so he’ll come up behind you and tug a strand of your hair or nudge you- shit he’s thrown pillows at you then stares at you with a straight face “cuddles.”

“Not arguing with a dude with big brown eyes. Like, whatever you say beautiful”

he loves eye contact wen talking about serious shit- like, complimenting you, or saying i love you, he wants you to look him in the face and understand how much he means it….yet you turn into a blushing stuttering mess when he does, and he laughs to himself ^4

Stares at ‘settings’ on his phone to avoid social situations. Argue with the wall.

in the thickest, most unintelligible, uninterpretable British accent possible “YA KNO’ WHAT YOU DIR’Y ‘ITTLE CUNT—”

Incoherent British slang, colonizer alphabet soup if you will.

plays hello kitty island adventure or cooking mama un-ironically

Can’t spell “gynecologist” (geneycologist/ gin-i-colo-gist) or “bologna” (balaonie/ balony)

If there’s ever a baby in the store or something, and the baby is staring at him, he’ll make funny faces (mainly cross his eyes and makes small sounds)

doesn’t think he’ll be a good dad, but still thinks about it- believes he’s not good enough for a family ^5

Anywho continue onto part 2 here for spic stuff you perv >:3

[watashime-ciel]

rhythm heaven headcanons because im more sad than i should-

but first of all i have an announcement. and its that today, august 18th in argentina, its children's day and as im 16 im still technically a child to i asked my mom to get me something very specific as a gift. so, in a few weeks or months, dj yellow plushie is coming home! i wanted both yellow and blue, but she could only pay for one, so i chose yellow. hes gonna be with me in conventions from now on, either being tied up on the table so people buy me stuff to free him (/lh), or being my cosplay pal. thats all. if you wanna follow the dj yellow plushie adventures, follow me on instagram berry_lemon_arty, and if you cant find it, try with watashime_vkipper. its the same acc, but im changing the user soon to watashime_vkipper when i go back to my showroom. ANYWAYS lets go with the headcanons (and idc if i repeat some from past posts, i cant remember what i said)

-J.J is someone very insecure, actually. and lets out his anger on others (ahem, Yellow). but when he met Cecil, things changed a bit. Cecil allowed him to be angry, sad, disappointed, and make questions that were a call for reassurance

-Yellow has worked restlessly to buy a ticket to see Kikuo, no matter if he was in another country. and he never could- something happens everytime hes going to buy a ticket, and the money goes somewhere else. he cried for days because of that (reference to Kikuo just leaving argentina in this instant, although im not a fan lol)

-Cecil is also a germaphobic, but not as much(?) as Blue is. Cecil can at least touch whatever is contaminated to throw it away or clean it, whilst Blue cant because he feels like hes gonna pass out

-Yellow has been more time in a mental hospital than in school.🧍

-for a time, Blue was convinced he only signed up to Yellow's dj classes because he fell in love with him at first sight. it was during the time he was unsure how to express himself

-remember that Yellow's spirit animal is Len Kagamine? but its also Angel Dust, and possibly Spinel for how flexible he is. breakdancing? he can do it. pole dancing? he can do it. parkour? he can do it. lyra dancing? he can do it. dance trapeze? guess what. HE CAN DO IT. has he ever broken a bone or something? surprisingly, no. the only time he did was his right ankle at a comic con, participating on the cosplay contest as Kokoro Tsurumaki dancing Egao Sing A Song. Kokoro uses heels, and he loves them, and knows how to dance and do acrobatics with them. but he jumped and didnt get down very well, breaking his right ankle, but finishing the performance like nothing and winning the best performance prize. he only felt the pain once he sat down, but he did feel something wrong after not getting down properly

-you cant use your fingers to count the amount of times Blue got back home from work and saw Yellow in a female cosplay. and you cant also count the different reactions he had. dont use your imagination that much.

-Cecil is obsessed with Final Fantasy (a reference to Soushi)

-J.J may or may not accidentaly call acoustic guitars, "autistic guitars". most of the times he doesnt notices that

-whenever Cecil went to J.J's house (to his parents', actually), J.J's mom would do that classic "mom-embarassing-son" conversation thing. that way Cecil found out stuff about J.J that he couldnt even imagine lol

[meimeikyu]

Dump as many geno headcanons as you physically have and want to share ( also ink ones if you have any )

ONGOMG OK I HAVE. MANY.!!! ILL ALSO DROP ANY INK ONES I HAVE BCS. I LOVE HIM TOO <333

theres no order in this its just. brainrot chaos

Okay first off, I think geno would be really really sensative to colour, both in the savescreen n out of it. Esp with his escaping the savescreen end, I think the ton of colour everywhere would be like super overstimulating for him since hes been in. a black void with minimal colour and light for. A very very long time- i like to imagine hed have like tinted glasses (something like sunglasses but also prescription glasses? i <3 geno with glasses) to help block out the colour n light.

i also think hed have chronic pain and dizziness/fainting spells (totally not just me protecting huh noo) due to having only a part of a soul, snd the fact its affected by determination, i feel like itd cause him a lottt of issues. he would experiment on himself and make his own little gear n gadgets n aids n stuff to help with it bcs. science boy. If he gets too emotional in any capacity (especially anger, but also like too sad even too happy just. too anything) he starts melting again starting from his socket. i think his scar would still bleed out of the save screen. it wouldnt hurt unless ppl are touching it but i think itd always bleed magic. which would be very inconvenient- he also likes to wear white and light colours due to the colour sensory issues which makes the bleeding scar a lot more obvious- i call it a magic defect in my head, basically just a permanent issue with his magic that he cant stop but also isnt inherently harming him.

i think about this guy sm i love him

continued geno ramblings hed keep doing science stuff outside of the save screen, both experimenting with his magic and (when he can rope him in) the other sans of their verse (who i call after). Geno n after would have slightly different memories. i think geno would remember past things after cant, but after can remember like the active timeline better then geno. geno would also have more science knowledge then him i think. Geno would probably lose tract of time in the save screen and have no idea how long hes been there. I also hc hes like. 100s of years old if you count all the time in the savescreen. he doesnt know that though. I think geno would get really paranoid that things would reset and he would get trapped in the save screen again. i dont think he likes the colour yellow. i think this man has (better than in the past) but still very bsd mood swings, which coupled with the fact he could melt and die if its too intense is not great. hed have to relearn a lot of his magic after injecting the determination and it still will never be the same as it was before, i think the determination would fuck with his summoning abilities especially.

(do monsters melt when they have too much determination because monsters are made of magic and determination fucks with and breaks down magic? am i only thinking if this now???)

i think his socket would have melted first because his eyelights have strong amounts of magic. i also like to draw him with not just the socket melted but like. that entire side of his head melted when hes in the savescreen. i think once hes out itd be a bit less melty but still not. pleasant. he has a little fabric thing he made that he wears out that covers that half of his skull to hide the melting. he only sleeps on his left side because if he sleeps on his right or back the melty stuff will get everywhere. I think hes put his hand through the goop into his skull more than once. for. scientific research. if he touches the inside it makes a ringing noise n gives him a massive headache. i think head get migraines very easily and be very overwhelmed by sounds bcs of the melty side as well. his fingers are slightly shorter than afters because the tips (where i hc magic like. pools.) melted off.

I dont know why I have this one but i love the idea of geno being a good singer. i dont know why but i love it. i think hed listen to music a lot, esp to calm down. He would hyperorganize things, and like to keep things on shelves and in draws and trys to keep the floor clean. his workspace would be less clean though, the floor would be clean but hed use the trusty old 'shove everything in the corner of the desk' method. He wears baggy clothes a lot and prefers them. He doesnt like the public. I think hed constantly hear a slight ringing in his head and it would annoy the hell out of him- robbed from my fren but hed always have some sort of sound on like music or white noise and hed have like. at least 2 fans in his room for noise. kinda from cpau but. he would not drink much and gets drunk vv easily (i had another headcanon to put here but. i switched to typing on my pc and i forgor it :<)

this guy is. so silly. so so very silly. is he even a guy? no one knows. i hc hes genderfluid and also pangender n i think hed use a bunch of like microgenders and the promply forgor all of them. i. i dont think he sleeps. i dont think he knows how. until he runs out of paint and WHOMP collapse asleep. I love him being like, nice but very blunt. i think he has 12 projects running at all times and none of them are the same medium. he has an ao3 account im 100% sure. wheres that one gif hold on

uhhhh overall i love this man so much but holy shit he needs a hug and. all the therapy. just all of it. like. yesterday. but ilove him so so much spins him around in a microwave in my head.

THE INK ONES!!!!

oh also he speaks french

THIS ONE!!!! HES JUST DOING THIS IN MY HEAD CONSTANTLYY (i cant find the source if someone has it pls let me know)

yeah i cant think of him without thinking of this gif its permanently my preception of him. hed bully kids on roblox but like in a silly way. i think hes like constantly making little changes to his outfit that no one but him can notice the difference but hed like proudly show it off. i think hed listen to at least one song from every genre and have at least 2 songs he adores no one in their life has ever heard of. he doesnt not have playlists he has one large thing of all his songs and runs it on shuffle. I think bcs of his paints the colours around him can influence his mood, and i also think the saturation of stuff would, n i also think thatd affect his art. Like when hes really happy hed paint with super bright colours but if hes more sad hed use greyscale and dark colours n stuff like that. I think he has a massive collection of art exploring really fucked up things he doesnt show to anyone. I do not think theyd just be sad art too, i think some of them would be but hed also have like max saturated color gore artworks. this guy has never kept a pencil or eraser or pen long enough for them to run out. he has a hoard of supplies bcs he always loses things. I think he has a list of a bunch of aus he wants to draw that he keeps on him at all times (not like aus to create but like, aus he wants to visit and create based on the scenery). i think broomy has a secret compartment on him that ink stores art supply backups and vial backups in. he does forget about it sometimes and has accidentally popped it open in a fight before, scaring both him and whoever he was fighting. speaking of i dont think hed be big on fighting, but i think he would do it sometimes as a way to try and explore how the people interact. i <3 having ink love to like. study others emotions. he has a ton of artworks just of peoples faces portraying different emotions. I dont think hed just draw and paint i think hed write and make music and do any form of art you can think of. except cooking. hes been banned from cooking and baking. he knows why.

overall rating: 6/5 Stars, so very silly

[gg-selvish]

sapnap/unresolved georgenap in rules

someone on retrospring asked me for sapnap's perspective in rules because it's pretty underdevlopped in the fic so here's my answer so i have it saved because it was fun to talk about

ok i. ran out of time for sapnap in rules and i will be the first to admit that. sapnaps arc isnt very as satisfyingly resolved as dreams and thats because the dnf damage was just so intense and so fresh it took priority over longterm hurt but. theres a lot there that he went through thats implied and also in my personal headcanons of unwritten lore that implications stem from that i dont describe well or explore enough in the actual fic (sorry self burn booooooo)

rules is sapnap fell first george fell harder. 100%. its established in chapter 1 that sapnap had a crush on george since they were young and it was implied that george knew about it for most of the time of their friendship because it would be brought up casually/jokingly and while george thought it was lighthearted (and, once they got together, irrelevant) it was pure torture for sapnap.

loving both of your best friends is very difficult, if you could imagine. in my head dreamnap eased into each other better than georgenap did (emotionally) but... thats not really hard to do. dream and him established probably pretty similarly to treacherous in that it didnt take too long for them to realize their feelings for each other, but in rules george is more present so they get together faster because as we all know dreamnap are kind of scared of each other while george is the worlds biggest instigator. dnn complete each other yadda yadda im getting sidetracked

so they establish that they want each other and start this relationship but we're gonna math it out. sapnap isnt getting words of affirmation (outside of e-sex like praise no i love yous) or physical touch from george. he's getting words of affirmation from dream but limited physical touch due to The Rules (wooooooo). another thing thats quick in the fic is that dreamnap kinda lock away from each other because they Want to be together and theyre Not Allowed To so u can imagine the strain that would put on all of their dynamics. theyre so close but limited to compromise with someone who cant even say i love you or touch them like its Hard bro and theres resentment that comes from that piled atop the years of teasing for feelings that sapnap can never even be sure are reciprocated are u kidding????

so not only is there this prodding and underlying making fun of sapnaps feelings at regular interverals and overall memeing on him for YEARS theres george putting him in a painful position in the relationship too. more resentment. the piles getting pretty high, huh? and then they meet. theyre together. and its george but its also someone completely different. suddenly he's being worshipped and touched like gold with the kindest words whispered and he slips into subspace and feels so safe and he loves george so much why does it have to be so hard?

so he settles for when it's not hard.

he consents to cosigning the breaking of dreams heart and lets george sleep with him alone because for just a few minutes or hours he can pretend he means something to george. because he has doubts. maybe id go so far as to say theres times where he really doesnt believe him at all. but he does believe him when he's combing fingers through his hair and letting him taste love on his tongue

i think a lot about dreamnap in oklahoma. how sapnap felt to sleep in the same bed as dream and want to be with him alone the way they were when george was on call but he cant. all the while knowing if george was in his place he could do whatever he wants because hes on another wavelength

more resentment. george always wins, isn't that so unfair?

and when sapnap comes back different. that line is important and holds a lot of weight. thats when he got tired of george being unfair and dragging him through the mud and he wanted to be strong against someone who makes him weak so he tries so hard even though hes being torn in two and he's so tired, can you imagine? so he stops the unsafe scene. more resentment builds. he's done with george. he cant take this anymore. hes ruining everything and so he pulls away from him even more

and then he gets drunk and george crawls under his skin and he fails and can you imagine how much he was beating himself in the head for that? after being so strong and maybe he felt excluded a little because of it but he wasnt being weak and then george fucking makes him weak again and dream catches him and it all blows up because he was weak

and still. even with sapnap and him on the chopping block. george does not say i love you.

sapnap defends him in the fight. and george still doesnt say it.

it takes dream taking him apart and nearly forcing vulnerability. and sure sapnap is told first but was it because of him? do you think he'll always wonder if it was always going to be dream fixing george and never him? do you think he would feel resentful about that as well?

there's a lot of negativity in him. he's been really dragged through it and treated like shit and theres a part of me who has this perspective and sees rules!george apologists and wonders if theyre thinking about any of this. if any of it is even detectable in the tiny one liners i slipped in because i was going too fast

rules is about george at face value, but it's also kind of about dream, and it's definitely about sapnap.

[raynetheinsane]

(I see fluff and i must make angst)

Id like to imagine Jason still has that

It was kept in his room after he died and he snuck in and stole it once

He looks at it often, so often. Because its so solid

Its not fragile at all, it wont crack and break like everything else, he can run his fingers over the inscription (most often just the Robin part, as a reminder that it was real and solid, at least to him)

He cant say or do anything that will remove the words or smudge the letters or anything

It serves as one of the only non-destroyed symbols that his time as Robin was real and meant something more than just another soldier in a line

Eventually, he becomes on good terms with the Bats again, and he doesnt need it as a reminder ss much (he still does occasionally but not nearly as often)

One day, one of the Batkids is at his apartment for some reason or another and somehow they accidentally knock it over or sometjing and it shatters

Jason feels his world shatter too (which is insane its just a piece of stone why does it matter that its broken? Supes probobly doesnt even remember writing it [he does. He wishes he somehow kept a copy])

And Jason doesnt blow up or freak out at them, his anger for once is quiet and sharp

(This area kinda depends on the batkid who does it so im judt not gonna write it)

Eventually they manage to get another one from Clark or something but this time it simply says “To Red Hood, from Superman”

Jason doesnt say anything about it but he takes it nonetheless

That night he cries, he sobs, he breaks down because the last reminder that he was more than just Red Hood, then this broken imitation for a man, is gone

Reminder that Little!jason loved Superman

[spacexseven]

resend time! this works out just fine for me I get to fix my typo hehe. ok onto the aftermath of drunk dazai now. when he wakes up the next morning and manages to pick some memories out of the painful fog of his hangover, he’s BEYOND pissed. nevermind the fact that he was the one that trapped you in his desperate embrace and cried every time you left his line of sight, he never wouldve acted that way if it wasnt for YOU. where the HELL do you get off thinking you can humiliate him like that in front of his inferiors? stupid fucking dog. he’s been too soft on you lately, hasnt he? have you forgotten who you’re dealing with? he’ll make you PAY for this, you wont suffer this much if you live one million years, mark his w-

in the middle of his mental tangent about how much he despises you for making him feel things, something catches his eye. a tall glass of water with a few little white pills next to it. he doesnt remember getting himself that. he doesnt even drink water. he’s certain he doesnt have these pills in his cabinets either (he isnt allowed to have any medications in his home), what even were they? then he notices the note the glass was placed on, written in handwriting he’d recognize anywhere was “take these if your head hurts. try to drink the water as well, it might help.”

...ah. so, you left this for him, then? that’s… nice… of you… he runs his thumb over your lettering, trying to ignore the way his entire body trembled with excitement. you… you actually thought to do something to take care of him… you must have had to run out to the store yourself to get him these pills, right? you went out of your way like that just for him… you went out while thinking about HIM, nobody else. and you did it without being asked! you even wrote him something! now he has something with your handwriting on it FOREVER! hehe, he’ll have to find a special place for it. maybe he could frame it? no, keep it in his wallet! but oh, what if someone steals it? he wouldnt be able to let that slide, would he? stealing a present from his beloved… 

he cant help but break out into manic little giggles while his face goes from deathly pale with fever to deep red. he presses a little kiss against the note before setting it down so he can take the medicine you left for him. you left just a few pills for him instead of the bottle (for reasons you can probably guess), so he savors each of them as the idea of having something in his mouth and you actually touched with your hands coaxes a low moan out of him. he lays back down in a fit of giggles and crushes a pillow into his chest. he supposes he can let your behavior slide… just this once. as a matter of fact, he might even think up a few… rewards, for when he gets back <3

- 🩹

this is a bit too cute for subordinate au dazai But its ok

dazai isn't used to being cared for—he usually doesn't even care for himself. a small part of him is convinced the action was meant to be humiliating—you leaving him pills to take for a headache like he couldn't handle a couple of drinks—but the larger part of him, is a little touched.

more than a little.

knowing you went out of your way to get him medicine, even cleaning up the constant clutter in his room so he could find it easily...it made him feel a sort of happiness he hadn't in a long time. a warm, gentle feeling. wordlessly, he traces your lettering with his finger, relishing in the evidence of your effort. even your writing was so characteristic of you, and if he tried hard enough, he could imagine you crouched over the little table, scribbling out your message quickly on a paper you found lying around. did you use one of his pens or one you had on you? he couldn't tell, but he would have liked to hold on to the one you used.

still, when he swallows the pills you left, he thinks it's almost as though you're there. if he ignores the facts, he can pretend you're just outside, waiting for him to go out and greet you with a kiss. maybe, you were in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, or in the living room, putting away opened but unfinished books. he stares longingly at the silent washroom, thinking it would be nice to wake up to the sound of running water instead, knowing someone was in there, brushing their teeth or washing up.

but this was a start, right? the note, the obvious care in your actions. dazai, before he can think about it, places a light kiss on the paper. almost immediately after, he pockets the sheet, feeling oddly lightheaded. when he sees you again, he'll be sure to let you know he appreciated your feelings.

[blisschi]

Hi! I hope this isn’t a bother but it’s been on my mind lately <_< Could you do headcanons on some of the genshin boys (diluc,zhongli,childe,albedo, ect :3) showering together with their s/o :0?

Hello! Of course this isn't a bother and I'm glad you came to me with this request! 🌺🌸

I hope you like it ♡

🌷Showering together with their s/o🌷

Pairings: Diluc/Zhongli/Childe/Albedo/Kaeya/Xiao x GN! Reader!

Warnings: Hmm.. none? It's all SFW and Fluffy♡♡♡

Notes: I really don't know if showers exist in Tayvat.. like.. they should, right? But I think you can also take this headcanons for Modern AU if it gets too bothersome. 👉👈 I'd appreciate letting me know if you like it! ^^ 🌸

🌺Diluc🌺

You were the one to ask for showering together and it surely took a while for him to agree.

But once you got there, trust me, It's the best feeling.

He is so delicate with you and admires every inch of your body, gently helping you wash yourself.

He would wash your hair and even though he doesnt have to, Diluc would use all of his expensive hair and body masks on you every time you shower together.

He's just so soft with you, he loves you so much. ♡

He loooves taking care of you!

He actually enjoyed the time and wouldn't complain if you ever asked to shower together again.

🌾Zhongli🌾

Zhongli would agree no problem!

He enjoys doing anything that makes you happy and is glad that you want to spend some time with him in any way.

He's not the guy to get flustered, but of course, Zhongli would admire your body and keep telling you how godly you look.

I can imagine both of you just enjoying warm water, either in silence or him telling you one of the ancient stories he knows.

You usually would need to finish the story in the bedroom because they're just too long. ♡

But Zhongli loves watching as you slowly drift to sleep and after that, he wraps his arms around you ever so softly, joining you.

🌻Childe🌻

Okay, this guy.

He would practically BEG YOU to shower with him!

You'd think he just wants to try new places and have some 'fun' with you, but once he asked for it, looking at you like a puppy, you just couldn't say no!

And you were pretty surprised when didn't try anything at all.

You'd gently run your fingers against his battle scars, asking what's the story behind every single of them.

Childe would just play with your hair, smiling innocently while answering your questions.

Little did you know that this whole time, he was actually staring at your body whenever you'd look away.

🌼Albedo🌼

It'd be hard to make him shower with you.

Not because he wouldn't want to, but because he's just too busy and showers at different times than you.

But once you catch him free from work, the fist thing you'd ask for is good, warm, relaxing and calming shower!

Albedo would smile at how sweetly you're trying to make him, for once forget about his research.

You'd use your favourite products and take care of him, humming quiet melodies.

You really help him relax and clear up his mind, and he's gratefull for it!

He'd kiss your cheek and help you dry up after, as a silent 'thank you'. ♡

Albedo won't admit it but he really enjoyed the time you spent under the shower together.

He would even think about taking breaks more often.

🌸Kaeya🌸

Kaeya, Kaeya.. this man..

He wouldn't even ask for your permission but just enter the bathroom while you were showering!

As if it was completely normal, he'd undress and join you in the shower.

Of course, You can expect compliments about how beautifull you are, how pleased would he be to see you like that more often.

You'd only shrug it off and but it's hard to ignore when step by step, his hands start wandering all over your body.

"I'm only helping you wash up, darling.~"

Let's be honest here, this guy does whatever he wants and whenever he wants.

Kaeya just can't get enough of you! ♡

What a shame would it be for him to waste such opportunity?

🍃Xiao🍃

This boy..

Baby.

B a b y.

It would take a while for him to agree but once he does, he's so precious! ♡

So gentle with you, making sure not to miss any spot while helping you shower.

He's scared to hurt you in the slighest, even when you tell him there's nothing to worry about!

You're just so important to him! ♡

He'd enjoy if you tried to wash him too! He enjoys every time you touch him, doesn't matter the way!

You'd actually want to spend hours there, enjoying the warmth and cuddling with him, but he'd force you to get out earlier and continue in bed. ♡

After warm shower it's really easy to fall asleep so both of you usually go for a short nap!

And let me tell you, he never ever had a nightmare after sleeping with you like that!

[miyuwuki]

👉👈 ignore this if you think its weird. Kazuya bringing his 5yo son to a meeting with Sawamura + Furuya + Mochi. Like they have a reunite meeting or something. And his son being a carbon copy of him (plus the style of his eye glass too) everyone knew right away who is that little one. Its Miyuki's 🥰. Kazuya assuring his son to go first because he has an important call but he was watching from afar because he wants to see everyones reaction including his son too. He wants to see the CHAOS. 🥰😇. Sure Sawamura would pannic for a momnt coz his Senpai turned into a kid by magic but hey. Little miyuki isnt a real 'Miyuki' if he doesnt have the Miyuki attitude 😂🖤. If anything, he is more honest and blunt than Kazuya because kids don't filter their thoughts that much 😂. He wants to play with Furuya and Sawamura as a cather but thats when Kazuya steps in 😂 he doesnt trust these guys playing with him because if they get carried away and pitched their best throws his son would fly away because of their strength 😂😂🥰🥰. Plus his son would demand them to play real like pro athlets because, well its not a Miyuki if he doesnt ask for the best throw right 🥰🥰🖤🖤?? many tourublemakers 🥰😂 but good thing is his son gets along with Mochi very well and no body knows the reason why 😂🥰

miyuki with a child??????? your head seems to be in the right place, anon >:) and the fact that miyuki’s son is just randomly close to kuramochi is the cutest idea ever i am so soft rn

warnings: not a very interactive miyuki kazuya x reader (seido reunion)

dad!miyuki kazuya x reader

mini captain

“miyuki-senpai!”

sawamura shouted, pointing at miyuki and a little boy holding his hand.

“sawamura, you’re too noisy again.” kuramochi said, kicking his back.

“lower down your voice, eijun.” furuya added.

“guys!!”

miyuki laughed at the three of them, not noticing a change ever since they all graduated high school and went their separate paths. today sawamura planned a seido reunion on seido’s field, but only kuramochi and furuya could make it since everyone’s schedule was too tight. miyuki was able to go, but only if he brought your son, kazuno, since you were going to be at work all day.

“long time no see guys,” miyuki said, looking at the three stooges. sawamura smiled and laughed, “miyuki-senpai! i see you didn’t change! your glasses lens are as thick as ever!”

“shut up, you’re the one to talk. your screeching voice still sounds as if there’s a mic down your throat.” miyuki retaliated. sawamura shrieked, firing back at the captain with more bullshit, but their bickering was interrupted by kuramochi who asked, “who’s this little guy? is this kazuno?”

your son hid behind miyuki’s back, a little shy since they all came off so strong. miyuki chuckled and patted his head, “this is my son, kazuno. hey, come out and say hi, bud.” kuramochi, sawamura, and furuya looked at kazuno, who’s cheeks were becoming red the more they stared. “miyuki-senpai,” furuya started, “he kind of looks like someone.” so the three of them looked at kazuno, then at miyuki, then kazuno, then miyuki, then kazuno..

“AHH! HE LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU, MIYUKI-SENPAI!!” sawamura shouted, acting as if he’d just seen a ghost, “THE GLASSES, THE HAIR, THE—”

“wow dad, he is pretty loud.” kazuno mumbled, still hiding behind his father’s back.

“HUH, WHAT ARE YOU TELLING YOUR SON, MIYUKI KAZUYA!!”

“shut up, sawamura. y/n had to work today, so i had to bring him with me. ah, you’re hurting my eardrums.” he pulled kazuno forward and introduced the three boys, “kazuno, this is sawamura, kuramochi, and furuya.” kazuno gave a slight bow, running back to hide behind his father again. “he’s a bit shy,” miyuki said, “but i’m expecting a call soon. do you guys mind watching over kazuno a bit?”

“YES, CAPTAIN! I WILL PUT MY ENTIRE LIFE ON THE LINE FOR THE MINI CAPTAIN!”

a sweat dropped down miyuki face, turning to kuramochi and furuya, “kuramochi, furuya, i leave my child in your hands.”

“HEY CAPTAIN! YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME! SAWAMURA EIJUN IS AMAZING WITH CHILDREN!” sawamura grunted, his eyes turning cat-like.

“ah dad,” kazuno said, “he’s like a cat.”

“i told you.” miyuki laughed. soon his phone rang and said, “i’ll be right back guys.” and with that, he picked up his phone with a “hello?” and went away where the voices of his friends won’t be picked up in the call. kazuno immediately went to kuramochi and held his hand, waiting for someone to speak to kill the awkwardness in the air. kuramochi smiled and held his hand back and asked, “do you want to play catch, kazuno? i’m sure you’re good at it.” kazuno’s eyes sparkled when he looked up at kuramochi and nodded, clearly excited to be playing with his father’s former teammates.

“i bet you’re even better than eijun, kazuno.” furuya said, warming up his arm.

“HEY HEY, WHY ARE YOU POINTING FINGERS, FURUYA? KAZUNO, I WILL TEACH YOU TO BE THE BEST PITCHER EVER.”

“sawamura-san, please be quiet.” kazuno said, covering his ears. kuramochi and furuya kept their laughs in, finding amusement in kazuno’s bluntness. that was miyuki’s kid alright, but sawamura couldn’t get mad— he could only get worked up; he was a kid, after all.

“k-kazuno! i’m sorry!” sawamura stuttered, taken aback at kazuno’s honesty. he bowed at the child repeatedly, not even dazed that he could break his back.

“you’re like a comedy show, sawamura-san.” kazuno said.

“HAHA, SO YOU THINK I’M FUNNY—“

“alright! let’s get a bucket of balls and start playing catch!” kuramochi said, interrupting sawamura before he got ahead of himself. sawamura growled as kuramochi led kazuno to the shed. the other two set up on the field, positioning themselves to form a small circle. kuramochi and kazuno joined, giving mitts to the two and putting on their own.

“looks like the glove is a little big on you.” kuramochi said to kazuno, laughing. kazuno shook is head, “it’s okay, kuramochi-san.”

“ALRIGHT, LET’S PLAY CATCH! HAHA!” sawamura beamed.

from afar, miyuki looked over at the boys, feeling something in his chest when he thought about his former teammates playing with his son. he found it cute, not that he’d ever admit it, but it was making him so soft. when the phone call ended, he took a picture of the group, wanting to save that moment forever and look back on it. “ah, they get along so well,” miyuki said to himself, walking to the group to join.

“furuya-san, your throws go right into my glove.” kazuno said, clear excitement in his voice, “i want to catch your pitches.”

“ha ha! that’s miyuki’s kid alright!” kuramochi exclaimed. miyuki laughed at his son, reminding him of how he was like in high school. “maybe when you’re older, kazu. his pitches are so heavy that they’ll blow you away.”

“what about sawamura-san?”

“no, his are worse.”

“HEY, MIYUKI-SENPAI!!”

kazuno grumbled, displeased at the fact that miyuki wouldn’t let him catch for seido’s former pitchers; which was probably the right choice, due to the strength of the two alumni. “then can i see you play catch with them, dad?” kazuno said, looking up at miyuki. miyuki smirked, eyeing sawamura and furuya. “well, if i insist—”

“please catch for me, miyuki-senpai.” furuya said, an aura spewing around him.

“HAHA IT’S JUST LIKE OUR OLD BATTERY, HUH?” sawamura added, jumping up and down.

“shut up, just get on the mound, you two.” miyuki teased, grabbing the vest and glove to put on. the group didn’t see, but he was extremely happy on the inside, happy to be catching with his former batteries. he felt a spark in his chest and elation in his finger tips. it’s been a while.. he thought. and although miyuki loves the life he’s living right now, with a beautiful wife and an amazing kid, he couldn’t help but wish to go back in time once in a while, just to play with his team again.

“mochi-san.” kazuno said quietly, gripping on his hand again. kuramochi blushed at the nickname, sheepish that kazuno took a liking in him. “do you want me to carry you, kazuno?” he asked, looking down at him. kazuno nodded and raised his arms as kuramochi swept him off the ground. he’s so darn cute, but he looks so much like miyuki that it scares me, he thought. they turned to the field where furuya was on the mound first.

“FURUYA, I WANTED TO GO FIRST.” sawamura yelled, steam coming out of his nose.

“you can go after.”

“alright, furuya!” miyuki exclaimed, “throw me a fastball!”

“look, kazuno. they used to call him the monster pitcher,” kuramochi told kazuno, pointing to the man on the mound. “he can pitch over 150 kilometres an hour, which is very fast. imagine sonic but in a ball form.” kazuno watched furuya, closely looking at is form until,

whoosh.

with a blink of an eye, the ball was already in miyuki’s mitt, the sound of the catch slowly dying down. kazuno gasped, struggling to understand what just happened as he squirmed in kuramochi’s arms. kuramochi laughed at kazuno’s reaction, “right? he was one of the best pitchers back in our days. but sawamura is a different story too, kazuno. he’s stupid but him and your dad was probably the best battery.” kazuno’s breath got caught in his throat listening to kuramochi talk about his dad back then. miyuki was probably kazuno’s biggest inspiration, and hearing that sawamura was able to aid to miyuki’s abilities made kazuno turn his full attention back on the field. there he saw furuya begin to walk off the field to switch with sawamura, who was impatiently waiting for his turn.

“MIYUKI-SENPAI, WATCH OUT FOR MY PITCH! I SWEAR IT WILL BLOW YOU AWAY, HA HA HA!”

“whatever, just pitch already, idiot!” miyuki grunted. he positioned himself again, ready to catch sawamura’s pitch, “you better pitch right into my glove!” sawamura nodded and took a deep breath, showing his relaxed face to everyone watching. kazuno cringed and asked, “why is his face like that? he looks dumb.” kuramochi cackled and replied, “it’s his secret weapon.”

and on the count of three, sawamura threw the ball, putting his entire soul and energy into that pitch. miyuki’s eyes widened as it blasted towards him, suddenly dipping under where the batter would be. he caught the ball with a loud boom that emitted from that throw.

“HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, KAZUNO!!” sawamura said, turning to kazuno and kuramochi. kazuno’s eyes sparkled, truly amazed at sawamura’s pitch. miyuki smiled at his kid and yelled, “kazuno! he was my partner back in high school! his pitches are nice, right? nice ball, sawamura!” kazuno nodded, and wanting to see it again he said, “more! i want to see more!”

sawamura chuckled, “he’s just like you, miyuki-senpai!!”

“well, it isn’t a seido reunion if we don’t play, right?”

pitches were thrown and catches were caught, and soon enough the reunion came to an end; everyone was exhausted from playing on the field all day, sweat running down everyone’s foreheads. kazuno and kuramochi played catch together for most of the time, while sawamura and furuya fought about who pitched better.

“you guys continue to exceed my expectations huh,” miyuki said to sawamura and furuya, “i wish i could catch for you guys again.”

“aw, miyuki-senpai misses us,” furuya said, a loving aura appearing around him.

miyuki just grinned and turned to kazuno, who was still throwing the ball to kuramochi, “kazu, let’s go home. your mom is probably waiting for us.”

kazuno shook his head and grabbed onto kuramochi’s shirt, his grip getting antsy. miyuki’s head cocked to the side, and wanting to tease kazuno, he said, “ouch! kazuno likes kuramochi more than me.” kuramochi chucked and ruffled kazuno’s head, “don’t worry kazuno. want me to come by next weekend? we can play catch again.” kazuno nodded and miyuki sighed, “who would’ve thought you’d taken a liking to kuramochi, kazu. you sure you’re okay with coming by next week?” miyuki asked. kuramochi smiled, “of course! me and kazu are besties now, right?” kazuno giggled and nodded, waddling to miyuki after. miyuki picked him up and bowed to the three, “thanks for bringing me out here, sawamura. hopefully the others are able to join next time.”

“OF COURSE CAP! I WILL BE SCHEDULING ANOTHER ONE SOON!”

“maybe next time kazuno can catch for me.” furuya said, “let’s practice together sometime too, kazuno.”

kazuno beamed, and eventually everyone greeted each other goodbye. miyuki placed a kiss on kazuno’s cheek as he began to fall asleep on his shoulder.

miyuki never said it, but this was one of the best days he’s ever had. he didn’t realize how much he missed his friends until that moment, loving it even more that kazuno got along with them.

BONUS:

miyuki came home, holding a sleeping kazuno in his arms. “we’re home, y/n!”

you came out of the kitchen and smiled at your two boys, “welcome home!” you took kazuno from miyuki’s arms and rubbed his back, “seems like you guys had a lot of fun today, huh?”

“more than we expected.”

I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!! THIS WAS SO CUTE IMAGINING IT. THANK YOU SM <3

[nsfsprince]

An a/b/o idea thats taken over the brain that I wish to write:

Intruxietlogical A/B/O au that's set in a manor or smth?

Theres Alpha!Logan(cismale), head of the manor and a very rich yet young and respectable individual of the city. Hes like 6'4 and handsome as hell, and secretly knows it(due to Remus's persistent courting) but sees no point in personally flaunting it, letting Remus take the lead in that.

Then theres his eccentric Omega spouse, Remus(nonbinary leaning with he/him pronouns), the (in)famous artist of the city. Hes unusually tall for an Omega at 5'10, crude and unworried about fitting the 'normal' societal omega expectation despite also being born to a rich family. He courted Logan, persistantly, as he loved the fact that Logan treated him with the same respect as he would anyone else and never judged Remus for who he was, and the more Logan accepted the courting the more they fell in love before marrying and bonding at like. 23-25?

Well, Virgil is a 5'1 omega(transman with he/him pronouns), age 24. Hes a feisty little thing thats been surviving the streets for too long, he's parentless and, his high anxiety keeps him safer than most omegas on their own but no ones perfect- he ends up almost getting abducted by a sketchy Alpha when a Beta named Patton storms in and saves him.

That's how Patton, Logan's brother, takes him in to treat the sprained wrist he got from the encounter, and for Remus to set eyes on Virgil and immediately decide he wants to keep and court him, too.

I could ramble alot about the months it takes for remus to flirt and fluster and break Virgil out of his shy terrified shell(because hes gone from interacting with fellow street raccoons to very weathy and very Pretty nobility and its. A Lot.

I could ramble about the way both Remus and Logan coax Virgil into staying in their home for more and more ludicrously simple reasons, just to keep courting him, and how Virgil catches on, and flusteredly does nothing to stop it bc he's slowly falling in love too

But what I Really wanna ramble about, is their bedroom dynamics.

Content warning for under the cut: a/b/o dynamics, talk/descriptions of knotting, polyamourus relationships, kinks. Lots of kinks: oralfixation, dom/sub/switch dynamics, praise kink, overstim(lots of overstim), talk of double penatration, p in v sex, ect. Let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DNI or you will be fully blocked from this blog and my main one.

Logan is a soft but firm dom, always in control and ready to take control. He has a bit of an oral fixation and loves sucking off his loves as often as he can, happy to sate his loves while getting them to soak themselves in fresh slick. He's easily comanding when needed but also enjoys that Remus is more than willing to take control on occasion(see: regularly). He just really really likes taking care of his loves however he can, and aftercare is super important especially after some of their more intense scenes

Remus is a bossy switch, who Loves riding Logan's cock till hes stuck on his knot, or getting fucked up against a wall till his mind turns to jelly. Really likes a bit of primal play, loves riling Logan up with praising how good Logan could breed him(even tho theyre all on birth control so it really is just for the scenes) if he just pins him down and takes. On the flip side, Re also loves pinning Virgil down and driving him crazy, too.

Virgil is a near complete submissive, he's eagar to give and take as ordered and melts at any praise given. Starting out he'd been touch straved beyond belief(which has since been remedied thoroughly) and thus ended up developing a habit of dropping into subspace the moment Logan and/or Remus cradle his neck with both hands. Hes a very affectionate sub who puts so much of his trust and control into Logan and Remus's hands, and both cherish it as Virgil literally never lets his guard down around anyone else.

So, my favorite thing about their dynamic is that Remus still has a decent sized cock despite being an omega, like is actually rather big for Virgil to take, the draw back is just that Remus cant, at least naturally, Knot Virgil like Logan can. (However, its like one of Remus's biggest fantasies to Knot Virgil, and Virgil is totally in the same boat and would be Very on board with it)

This lack of natural knot doesnt stop Remus of course, infact its encouraging because he has a nearly non-existant refractory period so, literally imagine:

Virgil on his back, Virgil's head and shoulders are cradled lovingly in Logan's lap as the alpha occassionally trades kisses with both of his gorgeous omegas. Virgil's legs spread and cunt gently held nice and open by Logan's gentle but firm hands as Remus repeatedly sinks his cock nice and deep into Virgil. Slick soaks Virge and Remus's thighs, his cunt, and Remus's cock.

Every thrust has Virgil whimpering and his legs twitching with the relentless feeling of the head of Remus's cock just barley rutting against his cervix on every other pass. Just the hot way Remus has Virgil pinned into a mating press and obviously working hard to make that position live up to its name, babbling at how good Virgil feels taking his cock like a good little omega, at how easy it is to breed Virgil over and over and over again.

Then Logan enacts this little idea hes been holding onto the moment Remus starts to get close(hes trained Remus well, having helped him train to stall his orgasms for longer and longer because Remus LOVES overstimmulation). He has Remus slow down for just a moment, causing both omegas to whine, before coating two fingers in plenty of slick and slowly pressing them in alongside Remus's cock.

Virgil is slowly losing his mind(as they find out in later sessions that he absolutely has a size kink, and would happily take both their cocks at once any time hes given the chance) at the width, his eyes rolling. Then Remus is told to start thrusting again until he comes, and to ignore Logan's two fingers outside of being careful.

Virgil and Remus are so keyed up that it only takes another minute or so for Remus to start cumming, following Logan's order of pressing all the way inside as deep as he can get, at which point is Logan's cue to start curling his fingers firmly deep inside of Virgils walls.

Immediately, Virgil starts whimpering loudly as he cums, his body reacting the way it would if he were being knotted by an alpha, cunt clenching tight and sucking Remus's cock deeper as his eyes squeeze closed and his jaw fall lax, overwhelmed as his body draws out his orgasm for as long as hes knotted.

Remus is put in a mind-melting world of pleasurable overstimmulation as hes just climaxed and Virgils cunt is milking it for all hes got and he cant even move or pull out now because hes 'locked' inside. His hips and legs are trembling and he's moaning loudly because it's so hot that hes basically getting to Knot Virgil and it feels so good.

Virgil's cunt won't let him go and wont stop pulsing around the head his oversensitive cock and he really cant be faulted for the way he loses control and just keeps orgasming, his lack of refractory period as a keyed up omega just letting him squirt more and more cum and slick deep into the omega under him.

Logan's gentle and soothing, cooing reassurances to his two loves as he helps them lose their minds & fulfil their fantasies. He even uses his free hand to stroke Virgils little cock slowly, drawing out shaking whines from both of them as it makes Virgil clench harder in intervals. Remus ends up hunched over Virgil, his face tucked into his fellow omega's neck to muffle his overstimulated whimpers.

Logan draws it out for a minute or two, just until pleasured and overwhelmed tears picks at their eyes and their soft begging whimpers and mewls fill the room before slowly releasing the hold, letting the string of tension snap and watching them unravel and relax, finishing their peaks.

Remus cant help the way he struggles to pull out, so oversensitive that his hips keep hitching back in place with the way Virgils body tries to keep him there, needing Logan to pull their hips apart to fully end the scene.

Logan strokes and comforts both exhausted omegas, now fully in his element, cooing soft reassurances to both, getting up to start a bath and carefully guiding them both in and cleaning them up. The sheets are changed and both are put in soft clothing and given juice and cuddles.

Remus would probably make a comment on asking drowsily just how Logan deals with being knotted to him for in upwards of 30 minutes if it feels like /That/ the whole time. Logan would probably just smile sweetly and press a sweet kiss to his lips and say "with experience of course, perhaps we can work on that too, if the both of you would be so inclined?"

Virgil shutters and whines, too tired to get worked up again, Remus in a similar boat but nodding drowsily anyway. Remus probably wakes up sore and gets worked up all over again at the memory of why his cock of all things is sore and sensetive.

Perhaps they do work on it, perhaps Remus is trained to a take it little longer each time, no where near half an hour for the longest time, but he gets pretty close and much better at holding from losing his mind.

Maybe then they explore what it feels like for Remus to be stuck on Logan's knot, while Virgil is stuck on Remus's 'knot' with the help of a toy. Maybe then they also explore working Virgil up to take both of their cocks, and see what happens what Logan's fingers curl just right to trigger that knotted feeling to have Virgil lose his goddamn mind impaled on both their cocks as they slowly thrust in and out despite his body thinking he's already been knotted and reacting as such.

Maybe they even explore working Virgil's other hole open, just enough to take Logan's knot, and give Remus free reign to fuck Virgil's soaking trembling cunt until they can coax Virgil's cunt into taking Remus's 'knot' as well

Idk man. Just. This whole dynamic has so many hot possibilities. 💕💕💕

[fallenrepublick]

ok so chiss triangle idea- reader gets with thrass, thrawn’s in love but there isnt much he can do. reader gets pregnant, but then outbound flight happens and thrass dies. they give birth to a child, and thrawn helps out, out of guilt or feelings for reader or both. reader and thrawn get together (maybe au where he doesnt get exiled). fast forward. they have a kid, are married, living their lives happily together with one thrass and one (or more) thrawn kid(s). ar’alani calls them to her office because they found the outbound flight. and thrass. thrass, who is still alive. thrass, who runs up to the reader and kisses them. triangle chaos ensues.

THIS IS SO CRUEL

Oh god...

I'd say... think about it this way:

For you... you've grieved. You've had your time to let go, to realize that Thrass, a man who you once loved, who once loved you, is gone. You had years now to process it, to mourn what little he had to offer that you once cared so much for. You had clung to him for a time, wishing that he would return to you, that he would walk through the door and hold you and smile for you the way he promised he always would.

But the thing is, that time has long gone. Themis is grown now, knowing and calling only Thrawn as her father. He loved her as a baby and loves her now. He has chosen that she is his, just as much as Thellia is.

Thrawn is someone that's given you, well, everything. As a partner, he gives you everything you've ever dreamed of; security, happiness, a home both on Csilla and on his ship. He loves the children, he's loved you, even in the days you hadn't yet realized how much you needed him. He waited for you, cared for you even when you weren't his. It's more than anyone else can say.

And for Thrass? He fought. He fought with every single thing he had to make it out of the crash. Broken bones, cuts and wounds like he'd never experienced. When he woke up, his first thought was you, your baby back home, his promise to you that he wouldn't be gone long. He could have just as easily closed his eyes, realized that it would save him so much pain if he simply let go and let this happen. But he couldn't. He couldn't leave you, couldn't let you go on and struggle without him, with your baby.

So he fought. He held on with everything he could, vision blurry, sheltered under a curved piece of debris from the ship, shaking and waiting until he was found.

It was ages before he had recovered enough to walk, having to practically re-learn to do so to accomodate his fragility, the tremble in his hands that only barely got better even after so long, the ache in his scars and periodic sharp pains that he had to pretend weren't there. He had to. He had to be able to do this for you, for your baby. How could he help you care for her if he wasn't healthy?

And the reunion? He imagined it every day, when he'd finally get to hold you, to bury his face in your shoulder and apologize for leaving, promising he never meant to be gone so long, that he still loves you with everything he has.

It was the look on your face he noticed first. He pulled away, seeing only barely recognition in your eyes, your mouth low and almost frightened as you scanned his marked face. It was your hand he noticed next, a ring on your finger that wasn't even close to the one he gave you. And a glance behind you showed clearly a new one worn on his brother's.

Despite how long he'd been gone, the countenance of a syndic returned just as easily as it had left. A polite smile plastered over emotions that begged to break out, to come through and fall on his knees and sob apology after apology for what he put you through. A nod and simple, "Don't worry, I understand, ch'acah," before preparing to return home.

In this case, it would barely even be a triangle. You're gone. He had his chance and still lost everything. And his baby... he never got to see her grow up. Even if he came back now, trying to help her understand, it would only confuse her, make her life more of a struggle than it should be. To derail her life entirely like that would be nothing but selfish. He can't fight for you anymore, there's nothing to fight.

So it means he goes home. It's dark, layers of dust covering the furniture after being left empty for so long. He locks the music room in passing. And he sits at his desk, illuminated by the small lamp at it's side. There's much work to be done.

[junicai]

not working.

| summary | With swimming walls and tablets that don’t work, who’s better suited to take care of a feverish Aria than her doting older brothers?

| word count | 3k

| warnings | illness

| era | circa. November 2018

31. "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the hell do you want to lie on the floor so bad?"

a/n: cassia: “127 doesnt call aria baby that often.” also cassia: “babybabybabybaby-”

Aria got sea sick easily. The combination of the waves that had a boat rocking back and forth and back and forth over and over again had her stomach rolling in tandem. The floor would wobble beneath her feet and her vision with it, the grey water lapping against the small window in the belly of the ship. 

It was an unnerving experience - and one she’d never like to repeat after the first hour-long boat trip she took aged eight, that had her hanging over the stern and gagging, face as pale as the seafoam that clapped against the sides of the small boat. 

The minutes crawled by and the only real memory Aria has of the trip is how she stumbled off the boat and onto the pier, legs like jelly and hands outspread to catch herself when she inevitably pitched forward onto the cobbles. 

It was not an experience she ever wished to repeat. 

And yet, with her bedroom walls seemingly swimming around her head and her stomach rocking like a dinghy in a turbulent sea, Aria couldn’t imagine being on a boat was much worse than this. Hell, she’d take standing over the barriers over lying on her back in sweat-soaked sheets, tossing and turning in an attempt to keep the left side of her body tucked beneath the blankets and the right side exposed to the cool air. 

She felt like she was being baked alive, yet simultaneously like she was resting beneath a block of ice. Her flushed cheeks paired with her dazed eyes made it hard to focus on anything, and for the third time in the last minute, she found herself flopping over angrily to try and find the cool side of her pillow. 

She landed on the ground with a heavy thunk, and if a whine left her lips at the impact then that was between her miserable self and the walls. 

And apparently Taeil, who had peeked in his head at the exact time she’d rolled herself out of the bed. 

He sighed heavily, eyes pinched as he set down the blue mug he was holding on a pile of books on the desk, the steam fogging up the small mirror behind it. 

“This is the third time I’ve had to put you back in the bed. Why the hell do you want to lie on the floor so bad?” He scolded with no real heat behind his words, hands already slipping beneath her knees to heave the slight girl back onto the bed. 

Aria only whined again, rolling over to face the wall when she was safely placed onto the bed. She jerked lightly when her back twinged with the movement, but refused to turn back around when Taeil placed a comforting hand on the exposed skin of her lower back from her thin t-shirt riding up. 

“Doyoungie’s gone to get the pills you need, okay? He’ll be back in twenty minutes, tops, and then we can get you an ice-pack,” 

Aria shook her head. 

“A heat pack, then,” Taeil compromised. 

Aria huffed, biting her lip to stop the pained whimper from breaking out from between her lips as Taeil’s fingers pressed ever so slightly into the tensed muscle.

“I know, baby, I know.” He soothed, his gentle massaging not ceasing. “It hurts, right?”

She nodded, curling over into herself. 

“Ah, no no. Don’t do that,” Taeil leant over to straighten her back up. “You’ll strain your back even more like that, and then where would we be?” 

Aria swallowed her protest that told Taeil in not-so-nice-words that it was more comfortable than whatever weird pencil position she was currently lying in; knowing that he was only trying to help, and her being difficult was only going to make him upset. 

But god why did it have to hurt this much? 

She knew that coming down so hard off the stage was going to put her out of action for a while, but it had been eight months and she was still getting flare-ups of pain after every second practice they held. She was getting sick of needing to take a break every hour and sit against the mirror with an ice-pack cradled to her back. 

With the low-grade fever that she was now running because the universe hated her and wanted her to suffer, the world sucked and Aria was content to believe that every living thing had it out for her.

Except for Taeil. He was lovely.

A tear escaped the tight hold Aria had on her tear ducts and despite the hand she shot up to cover her nose, the sniffle she made was still obvious to Taeil’s attentive ears. 

He leant over slightly, looking for her face and sighing lightly when she only turned to bury it in the singular pillow that had escaped her earlier thrashing and hadn’t ended up on the floor. It was a nice comfort, and she shoved her nose further into the cotton when Taeil bent over further. 

“Baby no, it’s okay. It’s okay to cry, that’s okay. C’mere,” Taeil paid no heed to Aria’s soft cry at being moved again, and ever-so-carefully tugged the girl into his lap where he could still rub a hand over her locked muscles while using his unoccupied thumb to swipe away the tears that threatened to spill over her waterline. 

Aria blinked up at him for a moment, his hair falling in to his eyes but not masking the concern that blew his pupils wide and the way he was so gentle with swiping underneath her eyes knowing that they were strained because she hadn’t been wearing her glasses recently; and promptly burst into tears. 

Taeil only tugged her closer, letting her hide her face in his stomach this time as he pet through her hair that hadn’t been washed in three days and was really full of tangles that caught on his fingers as he tried to comb through it without disturbing the crying girl in his lap. 

He resumed his careful massaging of her back - well-versed with the act with Taeyong, a dongsaeng possessing the same crippling inability as Aria that left them unable to see a 'time to stop sign' if it hit them in the face - but paused when he saw the bruises creeping up her lower spine and past the edge of the t-shirt. 

Eyebrows knitting together, he looked down at Aria, who’s cries were slowly beginning to peter out. 

“Ari,” He began softly, “I thought the medication was helping?”

She stiffened beneath his hand, and Taeil recoiled slightly, if nothing but to make her feel a little more at ease. 

At a closer inspection, the colours were a myriad of different colour; some a reddish-purple, and others a yellowing brown, spreading far over her back and onto the tops of her arms that were visible through the loose neck hole, meaning that they were far older than Aria’s first tumble out of the bed - an event that had only occurred that morning.

When Taeil brushed his fingers lightly over the bruise, Aria jerked away. 

With her back pressed onto the wall, she paid no mind to the short stab of pain that fired up her spine as her wet eyes met Taeil’s, deep concern only growing behind them. 

“Ari, what’s that? Are they not helping?”

She shook her head. 

“You should have told us, baby, we could have brought you back to get you tested again-”

“No!” Aria’s shout startled both herself and Taeil. 

Doyoung’s head appeared in the doorway. “Why’re we yelling?” 

Aria shrunk back against the wall, knees curling up to her stomach. Doyoung tutted, moving forward to unfurl her legs. “Don’t sit like that, you’ll only cause yourself more pain.” 

It was true, that position had sent electric shocks up her lower back but she was too stubborn to admit that to him, so instead she settled for looking down at the sheets, fingers fumbling with a loose thread.

It had snagged on one of her rings a couple of weeks ago, pulling the jewelry away from her finger in such a way that it scraped against the skin - leaving a shallow, but still painful, cut on the top of her finger. 

Aria had slapped a band-aid on it without giving it much thought after rinsing the blood off of her hand underneath the tap, but when the band-aid had inevitably slipped off nearly two hours later during a dance practice, the tiny cut was still oozing blood slightly. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on? Or do I have to ask hyung?” Doyoung came to sit down on the bed beside her, hand seeking out hers to stop her pulling at the thread. “Don’t pull on that, you’ll make it worse.” 

“Sorry.” Aria mumbled, not looking at him. 

A silence filled the room for several seconds, broken by Doyoung’s clearing of his throat.

“Well?” 

Aria’s lower lip trembled slightly. “It’s nothing, really, Taeil oppa was exaggerating slightly,”

“I wasn’t.”

“It’s just that - it’s nothing, it’s not a big deal, please don’t freak out, I promise if I was in pain I would have gone to someone, you or Taeil oppa or Yuta or someone -”

“Baby, you need to breathe.”

She hadn’t even noticed that she was hyperventilating.

With a choked gasp, Aria cut herself off and inhaled greedily, hands grasping at her throat as she coughed. Doyoung knelt forward to pat her back as Taeil came to sit down on the other side of her. 

She stayed silent for the next minute, working on getting her breathing back under control as Taeil murmured soft encouragements and Doyoung coaxed her lungs back into working order with a gentle hand rubbing over her back.

It was comforting, right up until Doyoung sat back and fixed her with another look. Something that said you’re not getting out of this one and something that Aria hated with a passion being on the end of, because she never once got out of it.

It’s the reason Donghyuck got in trouble for accidentally breaking Jaehyun’s favourite mug. She just couldn’t lie. 

“What’s going on, baby?” 

Aria sniffed. “Promise you won’t be mad?” 

Doyoung and Taeil exchanged a look. “Promise, baby. We won’t be mad, but you have to tell us what’s going on, okay? The whole truth, not a part of it.”

Breath stuttering a little bit, Aria twisted her back as much as it would allow her without pain to tug up the end of her t-shirt and show Doyoung the bottom ends of the bruises that amassed her back and shoulders. 

They were crude colours, and honestly, Aria wouldn’t blame a person if they saw them and thought she had been beaten with a stick. The deep purpling, almost black colour was offset by the sickly green and yellow tinge the healing bruises had taken, only to be covered yet again by fresh contusions encroaching on the skin.

By the sharp intake of breath, Doyoung agreed with her. 

“Baby,” His voice was anguished. “No, baby, you told us the medication was helping? 

The medication. It had been four months since she’d been to the hospital to get the seemingly-endless bruises that appeared out of nowhere checked out. The sterile walls were cold to stare at as she was poked and prodded and asked indirect questions that were actually meant for her manager to answer, and the conversation that they’d had over her head made her feel small. 

She’d been given a pat on the head for her troubles, and sent out of the ward with a prescription for PROCRIT, a small tablet that was - she was told - made of epoetin alfa, designed to treat her condition. 

Having been cautioned against the side-effects, and being told to take them once a day in the morning, Aria had fitted the tablets into her morning routine; right after the multivitamin she was also instructed to take daily. 

And, after a month of downing a tiny white pill each morning; nothing had happened. The bruises were still appearing at an alarming rate, barely healing before another one could take its place. 

But the members had looked so relieved when Aria had come back into the dorms with an orange bottle clutched in her fist - so very relieved that there was something that could help, that yes, they knew what was wrong and there in those tiny white pills lay the answer that had been alluding them for so long. 

Aria hated those tiny white pills. 

Hated everything about them.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t bare to see Yuta look at her with such worry in his eyes again, couldn’t bare to see the flicker of panic that brushed Renjun’s face as he’d catch a glimpse of a mottled bruise over her collarbone. 

She’d kept it hidden from most of the members, but unfortunately, some were more perceptive than others. 

Taeyong, Yuta and Donghyuck were amongst the first to notice, with Renjun, Mark and Doyoung coming close behind. The other 127 members had been filled in when Aria had been sent to the hospital for her checkup, but the decision had been made to not tell the Dreamies until there was a prognosis available. 

Anemia, was what they’d called it. Her blood cells just, went AWOL. Called it a day, and took the evening off. 

So, taking it all into account, Aria couldn’t see the harm in keeping it all under wraps. She wasn’t in pain, and it wasn’t like anemia could kill her, even if the medication wasn’t doing what it was designed to do. It meant that she could stop taking the little pills, and if she had a stash of them buried in a cup in her bedside locker that she hid them in; then that was her business and nobody else’s. 

Well. Until now. 

“It did help! At the beginning!” Aria insisted, the lie spilling off her lips easily in an effort to sooth the upset that was building in the room.

A hand on her thigh had her looking over to Taeil, the man appearing grim. “You don’t have to make the truth pretty for us, baby. Tell us what’s going on. Why haven’t they been helping? Have you been taking them daily?” 

“I- I stopped.” 

“When?”

“A couple of weeks ago - I didn’t see the point in buying them when they weren’t helpful so I, I didn’t tell anyone when they ran out.” She hung her head slightly, focused on the flooring. 

“Oh, baby.” Doyoung extended an arm and Aria all but flung herself into his chest. He ran a hand over her head and held her there, just breathing together. She really felt like crying again, even though the last time was only a couple of minutes ago. Everything was piling on top of each other; her back feeling like someone had tried acupuncture and failed miserably, the fact that she could probably sear a steak on her forehead what with how hot it was, the fact that she still couldn’t see because her glasses were on her locker, and now this? 

“You know, we’re going to have to talk about this secret-keeping, right? Like it or not, you’re our maknae, and that means you don’t lie to us.” He pulled away to find her eyes, fixing her with a stare. “Especially, about important things like your health.” 

“Had we known that they weren’t helping, we would have gone back to the hospital, seen what they could have told us. You didn’t need to hide this from us  baby.” Taeil interjected, hand finding Aria’s.

She shook her head. “Don’ wanna go back to the hospital. Don’t like it there.”

Doyoung ran a hand through her hair. “I know baby, I don’t think many people do. Would you feel better if oppa came with you?”

That’s how you know Doyoung was really worried. If he referred to himself as oppa, in any context, then it was never really a question in the first place. 

Aria forwent a verbal confirmation and chose to nod instead, pushing herself back into Doyoung’s warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her loosely, still mindful of her back. 

Speaking of, Taeil had disappeared midway through the conversation, now re-appearing with a glass of water and a painkiller tablet in the palm of his hand. His face was apologetic, but non-yielding as he pushed the pill into Aria’s palm and held up the glass of water for her to swallow it with. 

The water was nice on her throat, and she realized how thirsty she was as she held onto the glass and drank the water, not caring of the little bit she spilled over her lower lip. 

Taeil wiped it away with the end of his sleeve, folding up the now damp material before extending an arm and leaning back onto the pillow on her bed. 

And Aria was weak, but even more so when she felt like the world was out to get her, so she went willingly into his embrace, letting him settle her in a position that wouldn’t strain her back. 

“Heat or ice?” Doyoung called from the doorway. 

“Heat?” Taeil looked down to check on an already dozing Aria. She nodded sleepily and, Taeil relayed the message to Doyoung, who disappeared through the door frame. 

Aria snuggled deeper into Taeil’s chest, and the man pressed a cool hand to her forehead, frowning a little at the head. 

“If I leave you to get a fever reducer, will you try to roll off the bed again.”

“No promises.”

[tteokdoroki]

💜-But imagine that for the past week both katsuki and Eijiro have been so teasing towards you, that you decide to get a little revenge. When they are both asleep you managed to tie their arms up, leaving them exposed to you. You decide for all their teasing to tease them back. You slide under the covers and begin to give kirishima’s cock little kitten licks while gently stroking katsuki’s cock, you hear their groans and you feel them squirm under their touch.

“What the fuck,” you hear katsuki say, his legs squirming while you stroke his cock. Then Kiri wakes up just as confused. You know they aren’t gonna be happy at your actions, but that can be considered payback for this week.

You hear Eijiro moan as you run your tongue up the length of his cock, circling it around the tip,”fuck, pebble, what do you think you’re doing?” Eijiro groans.

You hum around his cock, picking up the pace while you stroke katsuki’s cock. Switching from a slow teasing stroke to something fast. You take your mouth off of Eijiro’s cock and switch to katsuki’s. Your hand grips Eijiro and begins to do slow teasing strokes enjoying hearing Eijiro’s groans from being so close to cumming but kept on the edge, and hearing katsuki moan.

“ don’t be a tease pebble, you don’t want to be punished.” Eijiro warned.

“Ohhh, I’m so scared,” you mocked. Unfortunately for you, that was the last straw. You heard a loud crack and heavy rope drop to the floor, the blankets and covers were thrown off of you. Two strong hands grab your arm and waist, hauling you up towards katsuki, one hand grabs both arms and presses them against your back, the other hand grabs your face, forcing you to look up at his angry red eyes.

“Awww, you thought you could dom us didn’t you? How stupid. But I guess you’re just our dumb little slut, huh? “Katsuki says, you can feel kirishima binding your hands together behind your back.

“Now pebble, I thought you would have known better. I think our dumb little slut needs to be reminded who is in control here. “ Eijiro says slapping your ass, “I guess this is going to be a nice way to break in that paddle,”he laughs as katsuki grabs your squirming body, turning you to lay on his lap, arms bound together in the middle of your back.

“Remember your safe word baby, what are they?” Katsuki says pressing the cold wooden paddle against your bare ass gently, letting you get a feel first.

“Red is stop, yellow is slow down, green means okay,” you reply.

“And if you can’t talk?” He asks

“ three taps,”

“Good girl.” Eijiro says, grabbing your face. He loves to make you hold eye contact during your punishments, seeing your crying face, how your face gets red.

Without warning katsuki swings the wooden paddle down on your ass, making a loud smacking noise. You have to hold back your moans.

“Count. You know what you’re supposed to do. “ katsuki warns, bringing the paddle down again.

“One, thank you master,”

By the tenth strike, your ass is breath red, tears are streaming down your face and your struggles have died down.

You feel katsuki’s hand wander between your legs, a finger slides in your soaking wet folds, you release a moan by accident.

“Did you learn your lesson brat? Or do you need more than just the paddle? Your ass is already red hot, and you’re practically dripping on my lap. Making a fucking mess,” katsuki says.

“I’m sorry master, I’m sorry daddy.” You apologize through tears. Katsuki grabs your bound arms and hauls you up into a sitting position,”don’t ever try that shit again, got it?” Katsuki says, you nod your head yes.

“Good, now clean up your mess,”he commands, pushing your face down towards his lap, making you lick up your juices.

You feel something cold on your ass, making your squirm. One quick spank makes you stop immediately,”stay still pebble, this is gonna help. “ he says rubbing that cold gel on your burning ass. He keeps on trailing his fingers around your second hole. He pushes a lubed up finger in your ass, making you moan.

“ oh, does our little slut like it when her ass is played with? “ Eijiro asks, sliding a finger to feel your wet cunt,”oh you’re practically dripping,” he says with a laugh. He opens a drawer, taking out the plug katsuki and he loves.

“Relax pebble, enjoy this,” you feel the luved up plug make its way into your ass, stretching you out so nicely.

“Fuck, you look so hot with that plug pebble. Turn around, let your master see,” you obey, turning around to face Eijiro. Your eyes train on his large cock, he grabs your head and guides your mouth to his cock, you feel two hands on your waist, guiding your wet pussy above katsuki’s cock. Hands guiding you to bounce on his cock while kirishima’s hands guide you to take him deep.

“Good girl, you’re sucking me do good, trying to compensate for being a brat earlier? Why don’t you make us cum, “ Kiri taunts as katsuki begins to thrust harder and faster, fingers rubbing you clit. You moan around Eijiro’s cock.

“She is so fucking wet, taking us like a good slut,” katsuki says as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Fuck baby, you gonna cum? Cum all over my cock with Eijiro’s cock in your mouth. Cum like the good slut you are,” katsuki commands rubbing your clit harder. Your legs are shaking and your muffled moans fill the room.

“Swallow me pebble, I don’t want you to waste a fucking drop, got it,” you moan again, cumming around katsuki’s cock as kirishima fills your moth with cum.

“Fuck her pretty cunt is milking me dry,” katsuki groans, cumming deep in your pussy.

“Fuck pebble, that was so fucking hot. You were so good for us, good girl,” kirishima says pulling out of your mouth, katsuki carefully pulls out of your pussy, an arm under your stomach, forcing your ass to stay high in the air, exposing your pussy filled with cum and your butt plug.

“ so fucking good baby,”

Probably part 1

CRACKS KNUCKES ESKETIT

this again will probably be long so let’s tag it and add some warnings <33

katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, eijiro kirishima x fem!reader

warning(s): unprotected sex, light somnophilia, blowjobs, master/daddy kink, heavy degredation, pain play, using a paddle, restraints, cum play, ass play, humiliation, dacryphilia wew ok !!

author’s notes: i wrote this with red LED lights on hehe also sorry it took a while aa

can you imagine the surprise on katsuki’s face when he wakes up to the feeling of your tiny hand wrapped around his shaft, palming him for all his worth? boy is probably going to trip because A) its super fucking hot the way your thumb rubs over his leaking tip every once and a while, brushing between his slit in a way that has his eyes rolling and B) he hates when you get the one up on him, for bakugou, its all about having power and control over you, you’re supposed to be bakugou’s little bitch and even though his bitch in heat sucks his cock like a goddess, swallowing him deep just like he taught you, it makes him mad to his very core that you’d even try to dom him when he knows you’re just a pathetic subby bunny.

kirishima, i’d like to think, is a little less of a hard dom compared to katsuki for the most part. poor boy is almost embarrased at how he whimpers when he jumps awake and finds your lips wrapped sweetly around his red hot cock, he loves it when you look up at him from under the sheets, a drooly mess all for him. eiji wants you to slobber all over him, watch as a mix of drool and. precum. slides down your chin and drips between his balls and your hands, god your hands make him feel like he’s reached the gates of heaven-- but he’s upset with you, his little baby should know better than to try a stunt like this on her master while he’s asleep, so of course a punishment is in order.

the paddle is of course a purchase of katsuki’s, but it doesn’t mean eijirou doesnt like using it on you any less than the blonde. the way it makes your cute ass jiggle and the way it makes tears sting tracks down your cheeks is enough to rouse a boner out of tthe red head. and of course,  katsuki likes it when you’re all marked up and writhing in pain, its like some kind of high for him and gets him off just to see you as a blubbering mess.

they like to humiliate you when you pull stunts like this, calling you out for being such a cry baby in the way you jump and twitch at the simple press of thick digits against your clit. not to mention how you shamefully wail as eijirou eases the cute little butt. plug between your cheeks, you hate to admit how much you love it. a spit roasted slut is what you are, bounded as katsuki easily slides into your pussy, soaked from the punishment you so obediently endured.  he groans at how tight you are, how well you take him even when sore and in pain-- while kirishima gets a full view of the way your eyes roll into the back of your head as he sinks into your hot mouth, his own moan falling freely from his lips.

they fuck you until you’re a trembling, limp, leaking mess who doesn’t know whats up or whats down. your holes so eagerly swallow them up that it drives them insane, even as they paint you white inside and out. eijirou’s cum slips from the corner of your mouth but he forces it back in with slow and steady thrusts,  lifting your head by your hair to use the sight of your tears as material to get off. your spasmining orgasm is what trigger’s bakugou’s, his sharp thrusts easing into pathetic grinds as he breeds your pussy like he’s trying to knock you up-- thick seed liniing your womb.