#plushie: pris

[griffinkid]

Darling reminds you that 'friends' who consistently and knowingly disrespect your boundaries are not your friends, and true friends will respect your needs and encourage you to speak up for yourself

[paarksunghoon]

can you write something with soft dom bestfriend!jake eating out inexperienced!shy!reader after he finds out she’s never done stuff like that before (with lots of praise plz) tyyy

I shied away from the suuuper innocent/shy trope but kept some elements in there

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“No one’s ever eaten you out before?”

“Jake!”

He throws his hands up like he’s asking an innocent questions. “Hey, I’m not judging you for it! It’s just that…you’ve hooked you with a few people, haven’t you?” Jake watches you hug one of your plushies against your chest.

“Once.” Your cheeks feel warm and you resist the urge to hide your face behind the soft object. “I don’t do it often. You know that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with not hooking up. What happened?”

You can’t meet your best friend’s eye. “He just…finished too soon and didn’t do anything else.”

“That’s deplorable.”

“Tell me about it.”

“He didn’t want to taste you?”

You sigh and lie back down on your mattress, shutting your eyes while keeping the plushie between your arms and pinned against your chest. Jake looks at you and sees your feet planted on the bed as you keep your knees bent. The sleep shorts you’re wearing aren’t nothing new. He’s seen you wear it plenty of times but tonight, it feels a little bit different.

You, on the other hand, don’t feel Jake’s wandering eyes. You’re too mortified talking about this kind of stuff because your best friend is far more experienced with sex than you are. He’s athletic, attractive, and someone who jumped at the chance to sleep around once he started university. You wouldn’t consider yourself someone people naturally gravitate towards and despite knowing Jake since the beginning of middle school, sex is the one topic you struggle to talk about with him.

But Jake, the ever persistent best friend who just wants the best for you, won’t let it go. He rarely pries into your sex life and if you’re talking to anybody because he’s typically the one who’s preoccupied with hookups or casual flings.

It’s currently the peak of spring and it’s starting to get warmer outside. One of your windows is cracked open and amidst your inner turmoil, you hear the crickets chirping outside. You don’t see Jake’s eyes glance over your bare legs and how he gulps when his gaze reaches the shirt you’re wearing that’s riding up to show a small portion of your stomach.

“Not all of us have a lot of experience, okay?!”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with me.”

“No,” Jake says, pulling the plushy from your arms and throwing it beside him, “but I know you better than you know yourself. I know you compare how many people you’ve slept with to me.”

You evert his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with sleeping around.” Your best friend laughs.

“I know. It doesn’t make me happy anymore but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex, Y/N.”

You huff and pull yourself up on your elbows to look at Jake. His annoyingly boyish charms and freshly dyed, dark brown hair make him look like a supermodel underneath your ambient lighting. The room is dimly lit with hues of pink and yellow, and you don’t know if Jake’s looking extra delectable because of the light or because you’ve started to look at him differently.

“Easy for you to say. People want to have sex with you.”

Jake bites back a retort. “I bet people want to have sex with you too.” You roll your eyes.

“If I were a guy, I’ll bet I could stare at a girl and know I’d be getting some.” You hear him laugh but that does nothing to quell your embarrassment. Jake sits up and scoots closer until he’s looking down at you.

“What is it that you really want?”

“Jaeyun.”

“I dunno, maybe if you say it then you’ll manifest it, or some shit.” Jake doesn’t know why but he likes that you can’t make eye contact with him.

“I…”

You finally look at him. He tilts his head and nods once. “Go on.”

“I just…I want someone to make me feel good, okay?”

“That can’t be all you want. There’s gotta be something more.”

“I want a guy to eat me out. Happy?” It’s embarrassing to say out loud. Jake grins.

“Very. Now you’re manifesting this into reality.”

“You’re really weird, Jake.” He laughs.

“So you tell me.” He brings his finger up to your bare knee and traces a random pattern that makes you feel tingly. It’s a new feeling around your best friend and you look at him curiously.

“More guys should eat girls out,” he says, cutting the silence abruptly. “Guys say they’re good at fucking but they never get anyone off.”

You groan. “Everybody sucks. It seems like no guy likes to go down on a girl, or whatever.”

“Some do.”

“You mean to tell me there are some guys who actually like eating a girl out?”

“Yes.” Jake looks down at you and holds your eye. He doesn’t move and you watch as his fingers start to grip the comforter. You speak after a long pause. He doesn’t break eye contact.

“A-Are you saying you like to do that?”

He doesn’t let up the eye contact. “I love it. Could do it forever.”

You gulp. “R-Really?”

Jake nods. “Yeah.”

“What do you like about it?” Your voice, ever so timid and testing the waters, makes him excited.

He licks his lips. “I like the taste the most. Always so nice and wet. Sweet, almost. I like the way it feels too. Makes me think I’m about to die.”

“Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“No. I’d be happy if eating pussy was the last thing I did.”

The look he gives you is unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him before. His mouth twitches while he sits in front of you and you’re beside yourself when you rub your legs together. Jake doesn’t make a move to touch you but his steady gaze makes you squirm.

“Are you…offering?”

Jake chuckles. “Would it be bad if I was?” Not really.

“Honestly? Not really…”

“Let me take your shorts off, mkay?”

Jake hooks his fingers around your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them down slowly as you feel the fabric glide against your inner thighs. The cool air provides an electric shock to your mound and you realize then just how wet you’ve become.

Your best friend opens up your legs to little resistance and finds you too cute when you bunch up your pillows to rest your back against it. He toys with you for a moment, using his thumb to gently brush over your slit while grunting at how wet your panties have become. Jake pulls them aside and is met by the place you need him the most.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” you moan, feeling his warm breath over your wet folds.

Jake doesn’t answer you. Instead, he pushes his head down and spreads his tongue all over you and moans at the first taste. You’re so warm and tense underneath his touch and his hands come to your thighs to keep them pried open but at the same time, Jake rubs his palm all over your skin to soothe your rigidness.

His hands support your legs too, forcing them open when you start to close in. It feels like he’s spreading you apart across the board and looking down at him makes your heart beat even faster. Jake looks so lost in his own pleasure while making you feel good too. His eyes are closed and his lashes kiss his cheeks in a way that makes him look heaven sent.

His tongue feels amazing and this sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. The wet slurping and constant pressure feels like you’re about to burst into a million pieces at any moment and you’re sure you’d become addicted to this if every guy made you feel the way your best friend does.

It should feel weird to have him touching you like this. You’ve only thought about him in the bedroom a handful of times before shaming away these feelings towards your best friend but looking down at him with his eyes closed and tongue pressed so deep inside of you makes your legs shake and toes curl.

You come without a warning and Jake encourages your loud string of moans when he licks you clean, lapping your wetness up like a dog drinking water. Jake’s face is so messy and so wet with your sheen and his spit before he wipes himself with the back of his hand.

He looks up at you before you can get a word out. “Let me do that again.”

[bugthingsdaily]

Just found your blog, it's so fun!!

Not sure if this qualifies since it's a) extinct and b) aquatic BUT this is one of my most cherished and desired bug objects ever:

5 foot life size eurypterid plushie 🥺

https://pri-gift-shop.myshopify.com/products/giant-eurypterid-body-pillow

A BUG IS A BUG!! i'm incredibly loose with the term so i don't mind at all. THIS IS AWESOME I LOVE EXTINCT CRITTERS!!! i don't know much about them but all i know is that there were huge gigantic bugs back then and thats awesome and it needs to happen again. and this guy would be an awesome body pillow

[dollwrites]

sʟᴏᴡ ʀɪᴅᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴋʏʟᴇ ʀᴀʏɴᴇʀ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!lantern!reader, reader is also an alien ( improper use of her tail ), kyle’s a little dorky, oral sex ( m!receiving ), kyle whimpers it’s canon bc i said so, praise kink, anal play ( him! ), slight overstimulation, cum swallowing, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act two [ road head ]

Kyle was trying desperately not to bite down on the fleshy webbing between his thumb and forefinger— it was a childish reaction to the way you were making him feel, but the alternative was a sharp whimper that was already dribbling free. “Mn— fffuc—“ he can’t help it. he bites down on his palm, his other hand on the glowing, green steering wheel. it was all for show, of course. the construct Cadillac could drive itself, there was no need for him to navigate through the speckled, black sector of space that was nearly void of any intergalactic traffic. but there was a certain eroticism to this that he couldn’t help but sink into the fantasy. you were splayed across his lap from the passenger seat, your head bobbing at a wickedly slow pace. he would be lying if he said he didn’t consider resting his palm on the top of your head, instead, giving you a light and encouraging spur to suck him faster and harder. you were too skillful, and that was exactly the problem. the slower you moved, the more he could feel the undulations of your long, serpentine tongue as it wallowed against his throbbing length, and the fluttering of the split end as you flicked at his slit.

the way your face is angled, your sparkling eyes that seemed to go on for eons and eons stare up at him, it sparks a wild need for desire in his usually crystalline gaze. his pupils are blown out with lust. with one, fluid motion, you pull yourself back, his engorged tip slipping free from the confines of your warm, wet mouth with a sticky pop, and you purr, amused to see him so flustered. “You said you’ve fantasized about this, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?”

Kyle sucked in a breath when he could no longer take the pressure of his own teeth against his skin, and pried his hand out from between them, nodding, but his shoulders knit up when he feels the tickle of your long, slender tail snaking up the inside of his thigh. “So many times… since I first got my driver’s license, heh…” he let out a nervous breath of a chuckle. his eyes flit to watch the way it writhes, before coiling where his cock meets his groin.

but you were still staring. with large, unblinking, questioning eyes. you almost looked as if you had no control over the naughty tendril, but he knew that you did. “What’s a driver’s license?” you repeat the term, foreign on your tongue, much unlike the taste of his precum that was now oozing in tight, little pearls from his slit. you wanted to taste it again, licking your lips as your gaze slowly lowers to watch, all the while, your tail wraps and wraps, entangling his shaft and sack in a warm, constricting bundle that had him whining and squirming in his seat, cursing under his breath.

he couldn’t take you staring at his throbbing, eager cock with your couplet parted and shiny, not when he knew the warmth— the nirvana that was just beyond that plushy threshold. the way your tail simultaneously milks his dick and toys with his balls only adds fuel to his already raging flame. “D-doesn’t matter,” he utters, gripping the steering wheel for dear life, until his knuckles ached. “ssshit, baby,” with his free hand coming down on the top of your head, fingers gliding between your tender antennae, he grips one and elicits a startled yelp from you, but he can’t think straight enough to apologize, yet. “Suck me again. Please.” he’s eager and wanton, pushing your head down, needing to feel the sensation of being enveloped in your perfect mouth once more, and you’re all too happy to oblige. you hollow your cheeks, creating a vacuum that sucks him in, and traps him there, and he bellows out a happy moan upon throwing his head back. “Fuck, yes…!” Kyle’s voice was trembling, his thumb rubbing the base of your thin, stalked antenna at the crown of your head, as if soothing the sting of him gripping it before. “Your mouth feels so good, uh…”

was he this desperate because he’d been lacking physical touch for months at a time, patrolling a lonely sector? or did you simply bring this out in him?

you supposed it didn’t matter, not really. pride swells in your chest, causes your heart to thump harder. you want to make him even needier. you wanted to see his face contort, watch his toned body writhe in torturous ecstasy against your ministrations.

the bulbous end of your tail begins to slither underneath his balls, where globs of your spit and his pre coats his taint. with the lightest touch, the very tip of the rounded muscle presses to it, smearing the slick further, worming between his ass cheeks and prodding his puckered hole.

the fleshy rope tightens its hold on his package, and you swirl your tongue in maddening circles around and around his tip, the thin and flicking points of it teasing his sensitive frenulum. he’s on the brink of pure euphoric insanity, pushing at your head with one hand, bracing his feet hard against the glowing floorboard, while his tense body bucks upwards, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your obedient mouth. he didn’t even seem to notice that you were teasing his back door, prodding the tight ring until the knob on the end of your tail could stretch it open enough and slide in.

“Oh, fff—!”

the sound Kyle makes is shock, and awe at how good it feels. his head rolls on his shoulders as if not fully attached, and he warbles around, helplessly trapped in your barrage of pleasure. moans spill out of his open mouth, sweat beading and sticking his raven bangs to his tan foreskin as he combats the intensity. “I— I can’t, oh fuck, oh shit, baby, I—“ you take his inability to articulate a coherent sentence as both a compliment and encouragement, and your tail, slick with the cocktail your bodies create, pistons at a shallow, slow pace, punching against the peculiar knot of spongy nerves that you found within him. your hands slide up his thighs, over his abs, and up towards his chest. your destination was his nipples. you pinch and roll them between your svelte, soft fingers, but for only a moment before Kyle shudders, and both hands immediately flee to grab yours. “I’m gonna cum,” he pants, and presses his palms flush to yours, “gonna cum, gonna— cum—“ it’s as if that’s all he could say, because that’s all he could think about. his primal instinct, the base and all-too animalistic drive to release had overtaken his brain. his thick fingers interlace with yours as he holds your hands, his head dropping back and his chest heaving. if he hadn’t been gripping your hands so tightly, his hands might’ve even shook.

with what little control of his muscles he had left, he rocked upwards against your mouth, riding his orgasm until he couldn’t go any further, croaking your name amidst the ragged breath and fervent slick skin colliding. his cock twitches in your mouth, before he empties down your throat. your eyelashes flutter upon feeling and tasting his load filling your mouth for the first time, and you look up at him as rope after rope begins to swell your cheeks, and eventually dribbles out against the sides of his cock, bubbling and frosting what few inches were not stuffed in your mouth. a few splatters even mark the holo floorboard by his feet, and he pants, rolling his head around the head rest. “Mm…nnn…” pursing his lips together, the sound vibrates them.

finally, when you felt he’s had enough, your tail unplugs him, and releases him from the bondage, and you pull yourself up to sit on his thigh. his spunk was still drooling from your lips, but you’d swallowed what you were able to keep in your mouth. the rest, you didn’t mind so much discarded, as it soaked your front and left you painted a sticky, warm white that smelled of him.

“What other ‘fantasies’ have you had, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?” you inquire, eager to see how much more fun there was to have with him.

[mosaickiwi]

Leaping In

Goofy mushy thing since it’s been almost a year of writing... them✨ I��m normal! 💥🎉 (sai’s froggydacted fic part 2 teehee)

Gender neutral reader!! <- idk when i stopped saying this but it applies to everything i write fjdsakljfsla

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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Careful of their contents, you tore away packing tape on box after box of assorted items, then scribbled a description of the items on each one. It'd taken a while, but you finally got around to moving in with your long term partner. 

In your excitement to take that next step, the thought of actually labeling anything had slipped your mind during the few days off you scrambled to pack with their much needed help. So while [REDACTED] brought more and more boxes into his living room—suspiciously turning you into a prisoner from the way he piled them all around you like walls of a fort—you had to figure out what everything was to make sure nothing was forgotten from your crummy apartment. Before your landlord broke in to play finders keepers.

It was on what must’ve been the fourteenth trip back from the moving truck that he paused to watch you, setting down another few boxes to reinforce the barricade you'd just dismantled. 

“That one's all your Attack on Giants merch,” he said, arms crossed and fingers drumming atop the highest peak of the cardboard castle.

You stopped halfway through opening said box in your lap, then pried it open anyway. Sure enough, it was full of manga volumes, some figurines still in display packaging, and a few Haruko plushies. One in particular that they'd bought you on that first awkward date at the pier. The poor thing was a little frayed and flat from how often you slept with it held tightly to your chest.

Uncapping the marker in your hand, you wrote ‘AoG’ on a spot where the tape wasn't too damaged. You pushed the box to the side to grab another. But he spoke again. 

“Blankets,” they said about the large, flat box in front of your outstretched hand. “Dishes,” to a small one you stood up to grab from a further pile in your prison.

“Ren,” you huffed and looked up at him accusingly. “Do you already know exactly what's in all of these, then?”

“...F’the most part, yeah.” He smiled and pointedly tapped on the box under his arms. “This one's some of your other plushies. You didn’t leave anything.”

“And you didn't stop me earlier because…?”

They shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Easier t’keep you in one place.”

So he was trying to trap you. 

Without a word you walked over to label the box, the marker squeaking loudly against the tape next to his hand. You grabbed their arm once you finished—since they clearly weren't planning to leave—and gave him a label of ‘my spouse’ on the back of his hand, along with a few hearts around it.

His eyes glittered with more excitement than usual. You might've done a little too much. “Shit, don't tattoo that,” you quickly muttered. From the way he looked to the side with a pout, you could tell he seriously considered the idea. “Wash it off later, okay? I’ll give you something else.”

The hacker immediately smiled brighter as you carefully leaned over the tower of boxes to give him a better gift. 

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[REDACTED] went back to unloading the truck, begrudgingly making an entrance to the cardboard fort before he left. You started unpacking your clothes first since he’d pointed them all out to you. As you finished arranging them in the closet and drawers of your room, you found a few things out of place at the bottom of those boxes. 

Some of the hats, beanies, and scarves that you'd ‘robbed’ him of. And of course he let you keep whatever you wanted, so eventually a handful ended up in your everyday wardrobe in autumn and winter while others went unused.

But they didn't need to stay with you anymore. You could take them again whenever you wanted now. Along with everything that was his, he was yours. 

You gathered them all into one of the smaller boxes and hurried off to his room. The prison in the living room hadn’t gotten much bigger, and your blue eyed boyfriend was nowhere to be seen as you peeked in to check. Probably trying to take the last few boxes in one trip, you supposed. 

The closet door was ajar in their room when you arrived and you slid it open the rest of the way with your foot. Always clean and neat, not a thing was out of place about his signature black—with hints of gray or dark blue, when they felt like it—clothing.

Save for the soft, knitted green froggy hat that caught your eye on one of the shelves. You set your box next to it and picked it up, toying with the puffed up eyes sewn at the top. 

It found its way into their everyday wardrobe, thanks to your occasional teasing after he went along with your prank. Once in a while he’d wear it, and you never even had to ask. Contrasted with his usual appearance it certainly stood out in a crowd. But it always looked comfortable and cute on him. 

The fabric felt softer than a plushie. You wondered how comfy it really was, seeing how you'd never worn it yourself. But you couldn’t get sidetracked. Reluctantly, you put the silly hat back and got to work.

Only a few items had been put in their rightful places when the prized possession caught your eye again barely a minute later. It looked so sad on the shelf all alone, the little sewn-on smile tugged at your heartstrings. You had to wear it. There was enough unpacking done already. You could stand to use a break, even for a second.

You hurried to grab it, humming to yourself as you lifted it into the air.

“Angel,” the hat’s real owner suddenly called. Their gentle, raspy voice sounded closer than you expected. You looked up to find your ever so silent stalker of a boyfriend watching you from the doorway with an amused gaze. Your eyes went wide and you froze, the froggy hat held high in your grasp as if you were crowning royalty. “Robbin’ me again, love?”

Your face felt warm. “...Um, no,” you lied unconvincingly, too embarrassed to sound calm. “I'm actually returning things.”

“Hm. ‘Think this one suits y’better than me, though.” [REDACTED] stepped closer to pluck the hat from your hands. The soft, knitted fabric slid over your head, then he gently adjusted the ear flaps. “Cute.”

Before he could make another comment, you scrambled to offer a different topic. “Did you finish unloading? You could help me with unpacking in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, give me a minute.” His cool fingers moved to frame your face and lightly squish your heated cheeks. Pale blue eyes sparkled less with mischief, more focused now as they slowly looked you over in silence. He was probably tucking the sight away in his mind to tease you about later. “I'm real happy you moved in,” he said quietly.

Oh. You didn't expect that. “Me too.”

He smiled at your agreement and kissed your forehead, then leaned down. “Really happy,” he repeated between soft pecks to your lips.

Those few innocent kisses soon turned to longer and longer ones that left you wanting. Eventually you had to pull a few inches away with a hand placed to their chest. Tempting as it was to get distracted, there was a lot left to do.

He seemed to read your mind, cheeks tinged pink as he wrapped his hand over yours to keep you close. The doodled label you'd given them earlier was still proudly displayed on their skin. “So… kitchen?”

You nodded. And then got embarrassed all over again when he readjusted the hat that slipped to obscure your vision with fuzzy green fabric in the process.

“Maybe I should leave this here for now,” you said as you yanked it off. The hat plopped awkwardly in the box still full with the rest of his stuff and stared back at you. “I’ll put it away later, I swear. I’m not stealing it.”

Your partner said nothing, thankfully. Only smiled and led you out of the room by your entwined hands. You were careful not to smudge the inked letters on the back of their palm.

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Grew up and fade away

- here's the last request of all time :)) I'll miss writing fics ig but the good news is I'll probably just delete the app so you guys can still enjoy my fics!! It's been a great year and a half with this app :3

"She's never gonna understand, Nat" Wanda spoke in a hushed tone.

A furrowed eyebrow and worried looks have been shared all night. Never in a million years, had they thought this could happen. You are so precious and sweet.

"Mama?"

They immediately put a smile on their faces. Trying to get rid of the frown and act like everything is fine.

"Yes, honey?" Wanda answered.

"Where are we going?" you questioned. "And why do I need to bring Mrs. Widow?" you were referring to the plushie they gave you on your 5th birthday.

Wanda looked at Natasha sending a signal to help her out because she couldn't act normal and tears were starting to build up in her eyes.

"Well, honey." Nat pondered. "Your mama and I thought we could hang out with Mrs. Widow today" she lied.

"But I only bring Mrs. Widow when you and Mama are not around" you pouted. "Are you gonna go on another trip?" you asked. Usually, they'd bring Mrs. Widow with you to Tony's to look out for you when they were on their mission.

"Oh no baby" Wanda butted in. "We're just gonna have a little get-together" she bitterly smiled. "Like a tea party"

"Okay!!" you giggled.

Oh, how innocent you were, Natasha thought. How could they leave someone like you?

On the way to your destination, you recognize the streets. You know where the car was going. And you prayed you guys were just gonna pass there.

As the car stopped your heart dropped. "Mommy? Why are we here?" Natasha looked at you and just smiled. You got out of the car confused about what was going on. You can hear Wanda's silent cry and you can get rid of the pounding in your chest.

"I don't wanna go in there" you murmured seeking comfort from your mommy by holding your arms up to get carried.

Your parents greeted the people there until they got into an office. You guys sat in silence and your grip on your mom grew stronger. You didn't want to let go.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff?" a lady with formal attire asked. Your parents simply nodded.

"She's ready for her" she ushered.

For her? Does she mean me? you thought.

When Natasha carried you to another room a person was waiting. She had the same hair as you, the same eyes, and the same nose.

"Is that my daughter?" the lady asked.

Your grip tightens more than ever. Natasha was trying to pry off your arms so the lady could have a look at you. But the more she tried the more you clung to her.

"It's okay, honey" Wanda assured.

"No!" you bite.

"It's okay, someone just wants to meet you" Wanda assured again but you weren't dumb you know where this is going.

"No, mama!" you insisted.

Natasha desperately pried you off her until your grip grew weak. She passed you to the lady like a piece of toy. You trashed around not caring who you hit.

"It's okay I'm your real mother," the lady said but you didn't care.

"NO!" you shouted. "Mama help!" you desperately cried.

Wanda cried seeing you like this. They never knew a day could come that you were gonna leave their side. Getting you from foster care when you were only 7 months old brought them joy and now that you're seven the real mother wants to take you back.

"Mama!!!! Mommy!!!!" you sobbed. They never moved and never tried to interfere. It was getting on your nerves. "MAMA!!!!"

They hadn't heard you cry like this in a while. Your cry shattered their hearts into pieces.

"Maybe it's better if you guys head out" the lady with a formal attire said.

"NO!" you insisted. "Mommy don't leave me" you wailed.

Oh, how Wanda wanted to take you and run miles from here. How desperate she was to not bring you back here. But still, they slowly went out the door.

"MAMA!!!" you wailed again trying to pry your hands out of the random lady who claims to be your mother.

"I don't want to be here!" you shouted.

"Mama, Mommy please don't leave me" you sobbed.

But all they did was smile.

P.s i dont really know how foster care works😭 bare with me for the sake of angst

[oneshimaru]

Retasu sewing a bunch of plushies 💚 She's so crafty ^^)

This is my piece for the pris-M-agic zine by @dotzines, which is available to download here!

[assexpansion]

"Take a look at that! Wow! Those supplements really did a number on you." Jay's workout buddy said with a whistle as he felt up his friend's feminized ass.

He finished his assessment on whether Jay was indeed slowly changing into a plushy-assed twink with a hearty spank. Jay hated that his new body, especially his jiggly, slappable ass loved the attention. Before his buddy had offered him the workout supplements, he was a conventionally-minded, normal man, and now...

Now, the aspiring gym bro looked like a full-blown femboy, still carrying some of the masculine features from before but undeniably changed. Jay's shoulders were trimmer, and his waist had somewhat thinned along with a dozen other small, individually imperceptible alterations that together left him looking much girlier.

"What am I going to do?" Jay asked, pulling on his curly brown hair, hoping someone else could take control of the situation he'd gotten himself into.

His buddy inhaled deeply, still staring at Jay's bottom. He pried his attention away and scanned the gym.

"See that group over there?" He asked, using his chin to gesture to three women using the ellipticals. "They used to show up once or twice a month. But, since you started... blossoming. They've become regulars."

Jay's gaze drifted to the group. They were already looking in his direction and spontaneously began giggling amongst themselves at his attention. In turn, Jay began blushing. His friend clapped him on the back and whispered into his ear.

"If you keep it up, you might make a friend or two, or three. Also..." He grabbed Jay's slutty little waist and spun him around, placing his other hand on his stomach. "You could use some core training."

Jay gulped, looking down at the man's hand on his small potbelly. It was true. Despite other areas slimming down, his butt and this pesky pooch were more apparent than ever. In that moment, Jay thought it looked kind of cute, especially when his buddy's big hand was rubbing it ever so gently.

"O-okay, I'll keep it up and see wh-what happens." Jay resolved, eyes fluttering.

He continued taking the supplements, mixing them into his pre-workout shakes, and focused on doing exercises and using equipment that would shrink his stomach and his plump ass. Unfortunately, the complete opposite happened.

The next month showed a steep escalation in the young man’s transformation. Jay's bubblebutt and belly only grew from one day to the next. He had a wide, milfy ass and his once-lean stomach rounded into a softer, pudgier belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly with every movement. One part of his friend's plan did work, though, getting closer to the trio of women who had become his new workout partners.

They had taken Jay under their wing, half in jest and half in genuine admiration, always encouraging him with flirty comments and playful teasing.

“Look at those cute cheeks, Jay! You’re basically the hottest guy in the gym!” One would say, winking at him after each set.

“Honestly, I wish my butt looked that good,” another chimed in, eyeing his rear with a smirk.

Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Jay found himself blushing and laughing along with them. Jay began to embrace his identity, flaunting his newfound curves in snug workout attire that highlighted his figure. He loved the way his stretchy shorts clung to him, especially his belly. Every slight brush from one of the women sent tingling pulses up the young man's pregnant-looking form.

Eventually, the teasing culminated into something more thrilling. During a cooldown one afternoon, the most daring workout bunny of the three nudged him and said: “You know, we’ve been talking, and we think it’s time you joined us in the girls’ locker room. You’re practically one of us now!"

Jay’s heart raced at the prospect, both excited and nervous. He glanced at the other women, their expressions were bemused, yet there was an undeniable spark in the air. “Okay,” Jay said, feeling bold. “Let’s do it!”

The atmosphere in the locker room was entirely different from the gym floor. As the three women began to change, Jay stood awkwardly at the edge, feeling an accute shyness. With a little poking and prodding, they coaxed him into the showers' warm water.

“See? You belong here,” One said as she stepped closer, her fingers grazing his chub lightly. Jay felt a thrill run through him. “You’re really cute in that top, but you should take it off.” she added, causing Jay to blush profusely.

For @ghostypancakez!

He stripped down and joined them in the mist just before she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his in a surprising but exhilarating kiss. Jay melted into it, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through his body. She began feeling up and squeezing his fattened ass as they made out in front of the others. As one pulled away, another would join in, kissing him softly and exploring the curves of his waist, rubbing his distended belly.

"You have such a pretty, little cock." One breathed into his ear, reaching around to squeeze his soapy member.

"And the most perfect tum!" Another agreed, bending down so she could caress and wobble his belly.

"There's just not enough of you to go around!" The third say, grinding herself into his Kardashian ass.

The feeling of their bodies pressed together in the warm shower was intoxicating. Jay felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of thrill and vulnerability. He was coming close to a whimpering orgasm as the girls whispered sweet nothings, fingers entwined in hair and caressing soft skin. With a newfound assuredness, Jay melted into the moment, secretly thanking his old workout buddy for pushing him further.

[sanjisblackasswife]

law with a s/o who has sensitive thighs???

Im in a Law mood so you asked this at the right time.💓

Law Finds Out You Have Sensitive Thighs (NSFW-ISH)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: A bit suggestive with kissing and touching, Law is a little tease, Oral sex implied, Established relationship

Law is 110% a thigh man. Absolutely canon, he told me after seeing my thighs.

He loves em, he just don’t know WHY he does.

Maybe it’s the way they jiggle, maybe because it’s not a very “sexual” area of the body, maybe it’s how they hug when they are constrains by socks, but regardless of the reason he loves thighs

You did however find out not too long after dating him he enjoys playing with your plushy legs.

They are his new pillows and stress relief balls whenever you are near

Unfortunately for you, that’s your weak spot.

Law isn’t a very sexual guy, he has sex most of the time only if you’re in the mood so you know when he plays with your skin he means so sexual intent behind it….most of the time

So it’s so awkward to contain your moans when you feel his soft cold hands rub against you.

“Law..” You say, but quickly clear your throat to stop yourself from slipping a moan out, you were sitting on his desk reading as your studious boyfriend was researching and he mindlessly did what he always does; grip and squeeze your inner thigh as you wear nothing, but one of his big white shirts. “You okay?”

“Hm?” He looks up at you, glasses tilted on the tip of his nose and his face being supported by his hand he looks at you and your leg, “Yeah..you hungry?”

“No…I um…forget it…”

Law hated when you did that, sighing harshly he puts his glasses down and turns to your side, “What? Tell me.”

“Just…”You hum, seeing his thumb move on you, you had to take a breather from his touch it was getting so bad, and it didn’t help that his hand was so close to your lady parts. “Don’t take it the wrong way, but…when you touch my thighs I um…it …feels…overwhelming.”

He furrowed his brows, really? He’s been doing this for how ling and you tell him this now?

Law then insisted he should stop, but you protest that he shouldn’t, you just needed him to know about your

“dilemma”

“Well what do you want me to do? Stop touching you?”

“No! No! I want you to touch me just…I—oh.”

It was sudden, but Law would be lying to see the shyness of your face to not look a little attractive to him. He gets up from his chair to squat in front of you and pries your legs apart, your back straightens up feeling the cold wind hit your panties, embarrassed to find out you’ve gotten so turned on from just his touch.

“Seems like you like my hands a lot…” Law’s face slightly impressed and surprised to see the small wet spot on your crotch. “Dammit..you’re too cute for that.”

He looks at you, face partially covered from your hands, but eyes still peaking through your fingers to watch him, such a pervert.

He huffs through his nose both hands now on the fattiest parts of your thighs and that’s when he notices your shriek, “If you want to moan. Moan…I don’t care, you’ll do it soon enough.”

Law starts with kissing each knee, his lips feather over your skin leaving you goosebumps already, he gives each leg his attention with soft kisses. and the closer he got towards your panties the further your legs spread.

“You should..just…go back to studying, Law I didn’t—“

“No it’s fine..I need a break.” The sounds of his lips smooching your hot inner thighs immediately made you softly mewl and bite your lip in anticipation, he couldn’t help but whisper “damn” to how hot you looked from above. It’s a shame how quickly Law grabs one of your hands to place on his hair to grip, “I do like your thighs a lot…just…don’t use that fact against me alright?”

“Hah..you better not use my sensitive thighs against me then.”

He winks at you, giving your thighs once last ounce of attention before he gets to where he is needed most.

“Law…”You moan as he pecks your clothed clit before he slides them to the side with one finger.

[griffinkid]

Pris reminds you to stay hydrated!

[silverbladexyz]

Christmas Cuddles with Dazai

Sooo here is my Christmas fic for this year :D Enjoy ❤

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: None. Gender neutral reader

Dazai was in a dilemma. The worst kind of dilemma possible to ever exist to mankind- no, to ever exist in the entire universe.

The day had started just like any other normal Christmas day; with the two of you staying up until midnight the previous evening to bake Christmas cookies together. Then you went around exchanging gifts with your fellow colleagues at the Armed Detective Agency, wishing them Merry Christmas. Lastly, you and Dazai had had a private Christmas dinner together, complete with the lovely sights of Yokohama and each other's company.

Then, Dazai had drawn out from his pocket a small gift for you, and upon unwrapping it, revealed itself to be a plushie that you had been eyeing for months.

The plushie lay snugly in your arms as you cuddled it tight, refusing to let it go for even a millisecond. Dazai wouldn't lie- he did find the plushie cute and all, yet why did you seem to find it much more worth your attention than him? And on Christmas, nonetheless. A special day solely meant for the two of you.

It was partly his fault for getting the plushie, but he just couldn't stop himself from wanting to see that adorable overjoyed look on your face when you saw what he had bought you.

He pouted childishly, opening his mouth. "Y/N-"

"Isn't it cute, Osamu? It's almost as cute as you!" You gleefully held the plushie out to your lover, who blinked.

"I could cuddle it forever!" Bringing it back to your chest, you hugged the plushie tightly against your chest, almost squeezing it flat. You were about to nuzzle into the furry stuffed toy, and sigh in contentment at it's sweet smell.

Only for it to be pried out of your hands and set aside on the couch.

"O-Osamu?!..."

Lean, strong arms wrapped around your waist. Dazai buried his face into the crook of your neck, the soft black locks of his hair slightly tickling your skin. He gave a small exhale, seemingly content to remain like this for as long as possible.

You smiled a little, encircling your arms around him. One of your hands found its way into his smooth tresses, gently stroking his head. None of you said anything for a while- the peaceful silence was enough for the both of you.

"Were you jealous that I was cuddling the plushie instead?"

Your teasing tone caused Dazai to look up with a cute pout on his face again, his hold on you tightening slightly.

"I was not! Instead... I was just thinking how cold my beloved would be if I wasn't cuddling them instead! Especially in this freezing weather!~" He buried his face into your neck again, placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin.

"Sure thing, pretty boy~" You giggled, feeling Dazai slightly smile in response to your reply. He knew that you secretly loved his cuddles anyways.

"Luckily for you, I'm feeling quite generous; so you may cuddle me as much as you want today~"

You planted a small kiss on the top of Dazai's head.

"Merry Christmas, Osamu."

I felt like it was a bit rushed, but I hope you guys liked it! Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone 💖

@circinuus @dazaiyohane @ruanais @sariel626 @oldworldpoolhall @yuugen-benni @ghosak

[silent-sanctum]

Got some Dadtaro thoughts with Smolyne:

Everyone knows how daycare works, right?

A simple place where children are dropped off to spend some time there to socialize with the other kids, have fun, play a lot- you know typical toddler stuff.

And if we continue off from the post I made about Jolyne being a big papa's girl, I could only imagine how anxiety-inducing it must have been for her when she was first dropped off at a daycare.

It happened one day when Jotaro suggested she started to learn how to be independent- develop skills appropriate to her age and socialize with the other 3-year-olds in the area.

Little Jolyne was hesitant but she knew her dad would be with her, so she didn't have any strong reactions upon learning that. She'd refuse to go there unless it was Jotaro who accompanied her.

He makes her feel safe after all.

She was always happy whenever she got to sit on her dad's arm as he carried her. Her chubby hands would clutch his coat as her wide eyes looked at the environment around her. It also made her happy that Jotaro would keep talking to her in the middle of their trip to reassure her that daycare would be fun.

Unbeknownst to her, when she got to the small, child-proof gate, Jolyne had this awful feeling when she saw a lady come greet the parent-child duo. At first, all went well- the 2 of them were invited inside the colorful room, Jolyne was given sliced apples to munch on while Jotaro sat beside her, and a bunch of toys were presented to her.

The moment she finished eating her snacks, she heard the lady say something about how Jotaro coming back later. She didn't like that. He was always with her since the start.

What does she mean he's gonna come back? Little Jolyne, pouting with anxiety, gently laid her head on her dad's knee, a silent plea for him to not leave her. How her tiny, worried voice saying "papa" must have been as she did so.

How loud her cries were when the daycare lady had to pry her away from Jotaro as the latter repeatedly promised that he'll come back for her.

He did an hour later and little Jolyne was happy.

It wasn't better the second time.

In the middle of their trip, Jolyne didn't want to go to daycare even as she brought her favorite dolphin plushie. She'd constantly whine and pout at her father, tugging at his coat, and telling him she wants to go home while pointing at the direction of her house.

Jotaro carried her again in his arms, repeating that same comforting gesture from her first day to calm his daughter's anxiety.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Jotaro stayed a little longer to be around his small child. The moment the lady reached for her, she knew it was a signal that her dad would leave again.

So she cried again, climbing onto her dad's lap to hug him with tiny arms just like a koala clinging onto a tree. Even with her stubbornness, he stayed for bit. He allowed her to sniffle and whine on his lap as she sought comfort playing with her plushie, occasionally giving her gentle back rubs to calm her down.

She felt at peace when her dad was with her.

Then she panicked and cried and flailed once the lady pried her off yet again, with Jotaro promising he'd come back. She knew he would but it didn't ease the hurt of being separated from her father. She made sure to cling onto him tight when he did come back.

Once a week, Jotaro would drop her off at daycare and gradually, little Jolyne grew to become accustomed to playing at the place with the other kids the more she visited.

Because she knew she could trust her father to always return at the end of the day to pick-her up and bring her home.

That's why it hurt so much when at the age of 13, Jotaro had seemingly left her without a word.

At first she didn't mind. Jolyne knew her father does come back for her eventually.

But then the days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, but he did not return to her.

And it angered Jolyne.

Why didn't he come back? Why couldn't he?! What happened?!

She kept herself occupied, venting her frustrations in dangerous games and hobbies out in the streets, just as she had when she played games during daycare. She got her first boyfriend the first day she met him just like the time she instantly made her first friend during daycare.

All because she wished she'd eventually just stop thinking about the first man who decided to leave her.

But even then, the childish tiny part of her brain still held onto that stupid hope that Jotaro would always come back for her one day- to pick her up away from the pain of sadness and hurt, and into his safe arms to bring her home.

Just like little Jolyne after daycare.

[michixoxo]

"𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣?"

you and main cast, where yall going?

John

put on your sunscreen! cuz you're going the fuck outside

takes you to a carnival in town for your first date.

he instantly wants to get you every single prize there is, doing multiple games, all rigged against him, and his frustration gets progressively higher.

until, the fated claw machine.

it was your mistake to mention that you'd love the cute pig plushie, because he spends quarter after quarter determined to get you it.

it gets to the point that you end up leaving to go get you both a soda, seeing how he won't even move from the machine.

with his last failed attempt, he slams his fist against the side of the machine, impossibly frustrated and out of quarters.

but, fate seems to be on his side, as the metal panel guarding the inside of the machine falls as a result of his punch.

can you really blame him for reaching his arm inside and taking a plush or two? or three? or... all of them?

he carries as much as he can, excited to show you. he can see you in the distance, only a little bit more, just a little—

"freeze! you're under arrest!", aw shit.

"you are being charged with destruction of property and theft. anything you say can be used against you in court.", he feels shame and embarrassment pool in his stomach as the altercation draws your attention, your hands covering your mouth in shock as he's cuffed.

as he is put into the carnival police car, he hangs his head low. i'm such a screw up. how could i be so fucking idiotic? they hate me, don't they? i fucking hate mysel—

"john!", your voice rings out even in the police car. he sees you, standing in the middle of the mountain of plushies. he sees as you pick up the prized pig plush, holding it in your arms.

"thank you!", you shout, smiling at him and waving. he tries to wave back, but resorts to shaking his head left and right, indulging in the laugh it pried from you.

even as the police car starts to move, his feelings are replaced with more welcomed ones: feelings for you.

he would take you mostly on casual dates when you start dating. you would go to places like arcades, fairs, and the like. cute picnic dates with each other, just talking and loving each other's company.

cute couple that ends up getting kicked out of every establishment they go to.

Sera

takes you to woaba boba for your first date.

what? it's not romantic? welp, that's rough buddy.

honestly, she doesn't feel the need to overly impress you. of course, she wants you to have a good time and have a good impression of her, but she isn't gonna stress herself out.

also uses it as a sort of test. she's had people, if they're brave enough, try to befriend her in order to benefit off her family's wealth, connections, and power.

so, if you don't like it, then you can happily take your business elsewher—? oh? you love boba? you always wanted to go here? you're thanking her?

hm. well, she may have been a bit rash. maybe you aren't like other people...

you blink slightly as she sips her boba, looking strangely pleased. did something happen..?

takes you to different hang out spots.

you'd go shopping together at the mall or spend time at a skating ring, whether or not either of you can skate is entirely irrelevant.

similar to john, you both get into a lot of trouble on your dates, though your chances of being caught are now halved 👍

badass couple that get progressively dumber the longer they are around each other.

Arlo

first date on the moon

okay not actually but its still exuberantly fancy

french restaurant in the heart of Wellston that has three michilen stars and a price range that would make the average man cry.

you're not surprised when you show up and he's wearing a suit that's the cost of the same man's salary.

classic candlelit dinner, the chef personally comes to serve you both. you pray that he doesn't believe in 50/50

not nervous at all. in fact, bro thinks he's the shit. (and he is but don't tell him that)

he knows he outdid himself with this one, and he knows that it's gonna impress you. still... you look sort of... bored—? well, no matter. he didn't pay the chef just for them not to have any tricks up their sleeve.

date goes well, because of course it did. still, as he walks you to your home, you look... less impressed than he hoped for.

did he do something wrong? did you not like the food? did you hate the restaurant—?,

"arlo!", huh? "there's a cat in the tree!", what did you want him to do about it? you stare at him with those pretty eyes, looking up at him. don't you remember that this suit costs a fortune? why not just call the fire department— "please, arlo..?"

...so what? he got a few twigs caught in his hair. and sure, maybe his suit is completely stained and torn from kitten claws and branches. but that sweet smile of yours, the impossibly bright light in that dim alley, is more than enough to make up for it.

takes you to expensive, classic dates. dinner dates are always a favorite, but you also go to nice lounges and country clubs to play golf or drink champagne.

elitist couple that thinks they are better than everyone and technically is.

Remi

first date is bowling, 90s style

she's very excited for the date, isen and blyke? not so much.

she had to practically chain them to a street lamp to be able to go with you on the date, and still, two guys in employee uniforms seem to be glaring at you an awful lot huh...

but anyways! the date is great! you both spend time with each other and take turns bowling. a fun sort of competition evolves from every passing round. she's... happy. she's really, really happy with you. and it's like she never wants it to end.

alas, a rumble of her stomach catches you both off-guard, resulting in a light chuckle from you and an embarrassed blush from her.

enjoying a burger, fries, and coke, you both sit together playing footsies in the food court. except, no good thing lasts for long.

a stray fry passes by your table, hitting someone behind you on the head. yet, despite doing something about it, the person simply cowers further in fear.

then, another fry. and another. and then a soda cup splatters hard and fast against them, covering them in a sticky, brown liquid. it's disgusting. it's revolting. and remi can barely stand to see it.

yet, for some reason, you grip tightly onto your own soda cup and stand up, your face obscured by the overhead light.

there's no way. no way you're gonna join in this, right? you were better than this, right? you wouldn't stoop to their level. no. no, how could you—?

your own soda cup slams against the face of the perpetrator, a sticky, orange fluid plastered all over them.

after the shock, remi's face almost shines. maybe, maybe you aren't like everyone else. she was right about you. and she's so happy she was.

takes you on classic dates. sharing a milkshake or pasta in a small diner is only one of her many ideas for you both. also likes going to fairs and carnivals, she'll win you so many plushies.

sweet couple that gives everyone diabetes with how cute you are.

Blyke

tries to do something similar to arlo and fails miserably.

first date at a fancy restaurant but he shows up 15 minutes late covered in dirt and mud on his suit.

ask him what happened and he'll brush off the fact that he lost his phone in the sewer drain and bought a fishing rod to get it out and it worked until he accidentally flung both fishing rod and phone into a tree that he had to climb but didn't realize was being actively cut down and got stuck on a semi-truck as he fell and terrifyingly slid off until he bounced and bumped and conveniently landed right in front of the restaurant.

but don't worry! just a few scratches and stains and oh, is there a bird in his hair?

sits down and— "pfft, do you see them?", huh?

"please, what an embarrassment. people like that shouldn't be here, they ruin it for everyone."

...y'know what? fuck them. it doesn't matter. he's here with you, and he won't ruin it by getting angry. he shouldn't be mad. don't get mad—

and suddenly, a cup of water is thrown at the talking man.

"hey! keep your ass out of our business! what makes you think you can talk about us when you're balding at, what, 30?"

after a few more comments comparing the man to mr. clean and a couple profanities later, you're both thrown out of the restaurant with nothing but the clothes on your back.

"psh, assholes. let's go, blyke.", "go? what do you mean?", you smile at him, standing up and offering your hand. "our date isn't over just yet."

he might just love you.

takes you on gym dates. just gym dates. only gym dates. and maybe a few coffee dates or dates at the beach.

superhero couple with all the energy of a shonen anime and the bad decisions to show for it.

Isen

first date at the mall

think about it, it's casual enough to not be taken too seriously but also enough activities to make it seem like he's putting in more effort than he really is.

he's a genius, isn't he?

sometime during the date, you both go inside a stationary store. there, he might've just met the love of his life.

a pen, no, the pen. everything from the smell, to the sleek style, to the vibrant red and black accents. it's beautiful. but he'll be damned if he's spending $300 on a singular pen, even he has his limits.

so, after staring longingly at it, he leaves along with you to the next place. it's fine, surely nothing wrong could happen now—

"hey! you there with the bad haircut!", huh? first of all, rude—

the security guard yells at him, telling him that he apparently stole the valued pen at the stationary store. that the cameras saw him looking at it and they know it was him.

not only is the dude embarrassing him in front of you, but his integrity is being called into question.

why is it always him? can't he have a simple day without things going wrong? he didn't even do anything! why is it always his fault—?

you step in front of isen, almost to protect him. "he wouldn't do that, he isn't like that. just because he was looking at it doesn't mean he did it. you don't even know him, not like how i do."

..? you're taking his side? even after what the security guard said?

his thoughts are stopped as the store owner comes up to the security guard, saying that after checking the cameras, someone with invisibility probably took it.

the security guard stops, looking rightfully embarrassed. "s-sorry, then. my mistake." what an—

"asshole. you think we're forgiving you that easily. you better start groveling right now, you pig."

... you're worse than him... which is kinda hot.

instead of taking you on dates, you both just do everything together. if he needs help with the press team, then you're the first person he's going to. if he needs to share a secret that's been weighing him down, then you're always there to lend an ear.

annoying couple that pisses everyone off in 0.420 seconds.

based on the values i think the main cast would appreciate/need in a partner:

john: forgiveness

sera: authenticity

arlo: kindness

remi: righteousness

blyke: courage

isen: loyalty

[thxndercrestfallen]

Like/reblog If you'd like to interact with a genetically modified t-rex ghost who doubles as a cute and adorable haunted plushie? 👀👀👀

21+ Pri. Sel. Independent Blog | Mutuals Only |

Written by HikariDana

Bio Rules (No Carrd yet sry-)

[treasure-goblin]

Lu Elementary School AU

Bus Ride pt. 1 (ft. Wild and Twilight)

“Wild, come on. We have to go.”

Wild kicked at Twilight as he tried to hold on to the front doorknob as if it was his only hope for salvation.

“No! Don't wanna!” Wild yelled as Twilight carefully pried his small fingers off the doorknob and picked him up easily. Wild screeched indignantly, thrashing around as he was carried to the bus stop like a sack of potatoes.

Wild had been going on the bus with Twilight for a while now. Mama and Papa were too busy in the mornings to take them to school, and that Wild understood. He usually liked the bus, too. It was fun and bumpy, and he got to say hi to the nice bus driver, Mr. Hudson.

But today was different. Today, Twilight was going to try out for the soccer team. He had been talking about it all week. That meant Wild had to ride the bus alone.

“You messed up your shirt.” Twilight sighed, straightening out Wild's polo and tucking some stray hairs away. Wild sniffled, holding Wolfie to his chest and hiding his face behind the stuffed animal. Twilight, for all his 8 year old wisdom, had no idea what the problem was. How could he, Wild refused to tell him.

“Wanna see Ms. Mipha today?” He asked, trying to lift Wild's spirits. Wild's ears perked up against his will. He nodded, scrubbing at his eyes.

“And you want to see Rulie and Sidon, right?” Twilight asked, smiling.

“Y-yeah.” Wild said softly, a little smile on his face at the thought of his friends.

“Aaand, you wouldn't want Mrs. Rhondson to miss out on her hug from Mr. Hudson, would you? You're supposed to give a hug, remember?” Twilight teased, poking Wild's cheek gently. The little one gasped, looking horrified now. He couldn't let his favorite teacher not get a hug!

“We-We-We h-have to go!” Wild cried, pulling on his backpack and stuttering over his words in his haste. Twilight laughed and helped him get the straps on and held his hand as they waited.

“There you go!” He cheered, smiling as he saw the bus approaching and Mr. Hudson waving to them with a smile. Wild's fears were temporarily forgotten, and that would have to do for now.

Wild hopped up the bus stairs and hugged Mr. Hudson tight, a big smile on his face.

“Well hello there, Wild!” Mr. Hudson laughed, hugging the 1st grader back. “Happy to see you, kiddo! Remember what you have to do?”

Wild nodded his head eagerly and ran back to his seat, wiggling as he waited for Twilight and waving to Sky. The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes and waved, then held up his bird plushie and made it wave its wing. Wild giggled and held up Wolfie, waving its little paws in return.

Twilight sat next to him and put down his backpack, buckling Wild in and then himself.

“Ready for Mission Hug?” Twi asked. Wild nodded again, looking like a little bobblehead and kicking his short legs happily as he imagined how happy Mrs. Rhondson would be when she got her daily hug. It was a temporary fix, but it worked for now.

Masterlist - Pt. 2

Divider by @/cafekitsune

[mouwrites]

I love all ur Lloyd stuff so much omgkmfkmgnfkahdhfb !! Literally all so adorable, and ur writing style too eugdkkfs <3<3

I was jus wondering if mayb you'd be interested in writing a Lloyd x reader during a thunderstorm, but the reader is afraid of loud noises. So they make a blanket fort, surround themselves with stuffed animals, and fall asleep toghr??

You’re too sweet 😭 your wish is my command sugar!!

Word count: 700

Ninjago - Lloyd Comforting You in a Thunderstorm

You frowned at the rolling dark clouds gathering in the sky. You knew what was coming, and you knew you were powerless to prevent it. Hugging yourself with the grip of a grizzly bear, you slumped against the wall beneath the window, gritting your teeth in anticipation.

The sound of your door opening nearly drove the soul from your tense body. It wasn’t the treacherous thundering noise you were dreading, but the little scare did nothing to calm you.

“Sorry,” Lloyd said, shooting you an apologetic look from your doorway. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I have some things here…” He stooped down to pick something up from the floor of the hallway just outside your view. When he straightened himself again, his arms were piled so high with blankets and pillows that you couldn’t see his face. He waddled inside, moving slowly so as not to disturb his towering burden. Then, when he reached the center of the room, he let them all drop to the floor—pompf! You started again.

“Sorry,” Lloyd winced, making his way over to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I thought we could make a blanket fort together,” he said, subtly pulling the curtains shut to block out the sight of the storm.

You nodded, but you remained tense against the wall. Lloyd pried one of your hands from its claw-like grip on your upper arm and used it to pull you to your feet. Holding onto your hand, he put his free hand on his hip. “Okay, how are we going to do this?”

Strategizing turned out to be a pretty good distraction; good enough that you almost forgot about the storm brewing outside. Almost. The fist loud crack of thunder sent you diving into the fort, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut.

Happy thoughts, calm thoughts, happy thoughts, you repeated to yourself, but somehow that only made you more anxious.

You opened your eyes when you felt something soft land in your lap. You looked down to see your favorite plush toy resting on your legs. Another appeared at your side. And another. And another. And another until you were surrounded by your fluffy buddies. With no more room directly around you, Lloyd took to placing the remaining plushes in various places around the fort.

You couldn’t help but smile at the cozy sight as you hugged your favorite plush close to your chest.

“There it is,” Lloyd beamed, triumphant in his goal of comforting you.

He moved a few plushies so that he could sit next to you, a fluffy blanket draped over your backs. He pulled your head onto his shoulder and planted a kiss on your crown.

Your relaxed demeanor was again disrupted by another boom from the storm, but this time Lloyd was right there. He pulled you in closer. “It’s okay. We’re safe here.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “I know,” you whispered into the crook of his neck.

Whenever the thunder harassed you, Lloyd would drive your anxiety away with a gentle touch and whispered words of reassurance. “We’re okay. I’ve got you. Just hold on to your plushie.”

Soon enough the noise ceased to bother you; you were entirely absorbed in the downpour of affection from your boyfriend. That and the therapeutic softness of the plushies in your arms and around you. The storm ended, and you remained as you were. Neither of you noticed, but even if you had, you both still would’ve stayed in that fort, your private sanctuary in the midst of turmoil.

As the hours ticked by, drowsiness began to burden you both. Lloyd spoke no more, now only petting you in slow, sleepy strokes. You slumped from your position against his side, your head falling in his lap as your heavy eyelids closed. You were roused only briefly when Lloyd repositioned himself. He pulled you onto his chest and tucked the blanket over you both. You nuzzled into the heat from his body, sighing dreamily. The sound of his heartbeat was like a steady drum counting you off to sleep. Soon enough you were both in dreamland, no doubt dreaming of each other.

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