#side drabble

[rubbarband]

Tengu in the Woods

Drabble involving @scnju

-----

A giant shadow looms over the countryside, flying around a dome of a village was a giant, a masked man with bat like wing. Gliding about the winds like a drake

M.T as Des would call him, but his real villain title is Monstrous Tengu! a S ranked villain; The devil in the sky people call him, despite his size, he can fly through the sky effortlessly picking off people. Not to mention his teleportation. Des has been fighting this monster for years, always running away before they could trap him.

Now he was in this world of ninja, he could hide anywhere.

"Ugh...where is that rubbarband brat!? I can't return to my world without him." It was a downside of his stolen quirk, so he couldn't or the prior user couldn't just drop any opponents anywhere else and just leave. Looking around all he saw was the village, the worm had to be among the other insects here right? Spotting a large forest he'd fly towards it, it was guarded by a gate.

'The forest of death' The villain would scoff, perfect for him, the bringer of it, he easily flew over the gate and deeper into the forest. "Not perfect but this could be a good spot to call my own." With a quick turn of his head he'd open his mouth, his tongue morphing into a harpoon-gun!- Firing it out stabbing a centipede in the head, killing it.

"Heh heh heh- looks like I can have some real fun in these woods here...if I make enough of a ruckus I'm sure I can lure ta rubbarband into a fun trap." Retrieving his harpoon he'd return it back to a normal tongue. "Heh heh heh HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!"

A laugh echoes in the woods...

[tartppola]

deucey & yuu, earlier into their friendship, takes place after book 2, before book 3, early in the school year there were people who didn't take kindly to the prefect entering nrc

slightly related comic

[shadowkoo]

Almost Home

→ Summary: Your boyfriend looks extra yummy when he's in the driver seat, which tends to turn you into a feral, needy animal.

↠ wooyoung x f.reader | 712 words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, established relationship

→ Warnings: roadhead, oral (male receiving), ball squeezing, teasing, slightly bratty!reader, cock choking & cock swallowing if you squint lol, praise kink, slight exhibitionism & voyeurism, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed something

→ Networks: @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @pirateeznet @othersideoutlawsnetwork

→ Author Note: just a quick drabble bc i have a looooot of thoughts about the photos woo has been sharing lately ugh, not edited either so yeah...enjoy

⋆˙⟡ m.list ⟡⋆⟡ ao3 ⟡⋆⟡ wips ⟡⋆⟡ updates ⟡⋆⟡ shadow realm ⟡˙⋆

“We’re surrounded by other vehicles right now, you can’t wait?” Wooyoung exasperates, exhaling a breath as your hands slide up his thigh.

“Just drive faster so no one sees me face first in your lap. It’ll be fine,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“But we’ll be home soon,” he points out lamely, trying to distract you - and himself.

You can’t wait though, he looks almost too good. There’s just something about the way he sits in the driver’s seat, exuding confidence and control, both of which have heat pooling in your center. It's the way he owns the space, completely in charge, and it’s making you lose your mind.

“Let me suck you off, please?” you whine. “I’ve missed you, all of you. Especially your pretty dick. I know it missed me too.” You lean over the center console of his car to kiss his neck, letting your hand dip in between his legs to cup his package. He hisses at the initial contact, then melts into your touch. He secretly loves it when you praise any part of him, even if you use the word pretty in the same sentence.

“Baby,” he groans, tipping back against the headrest and swallowing hard.

“I’ll stop if you really want me to,” you say, massaging him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he grips the steering wheel tighter while increasing speed, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Dipping into his pants after undoing them, you free his hardening length from the layers of fabric. You’re mesmerized by the little beads of pre-cum that spill out of his angry tip. Using your thumb, you smear them across his velvety flesh before immediately taking him in your mouth. The head of his length alone is enough to fill your mouth.

Wooyoung’s body stiffens from the sudden contact, and he might have accidentally swerved into the other lane, just for a second, when your teeth graze along the underside of his heavy head.

Christ.

Removing your mouth from him, you kiss every inch of his thickening length, effectively teasing him until more pre-cum leaks from his small hole.

His body reacts with another shudder when your other hand goes lower to cup his balls, your palm tightening around them when you leave another feather-light kiss on the very tip top of his member just to drive him crazy.

“You’re such a brat. Stop teasing and start choking on my cock already,” he grumbles, using his free hand to shove your face back down.

You comply, wrapping your hand around his girth and lowering your mouth around him. Mmm, you definitely missed this.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him in further and further until your sputtering along his length.

Wooyoung loves the way your mouth stretches to take all of him. If he wasn’t so hyper focused on not crashing the car, he’d fuck the hell out of your mouth right now. He’ll make time for that later, you know, once you make it home.

Coming up for air, you grin toward your boyfriend while a string of saliva falls from your mouth. “I swear I’ll never get enough of this, enough of you,” you moan.

Wooyoung watches intently as you take in his full length again, only breaking eye contact when he needs to check the road.

“Look at you, you’re unreal. Do you know that?” He says, his eyes burning into yours as he looks down at you again. He rubs a fallen piece of hair out of your face. “Just gorgeous.”

His words make your panties wetter than they already are and you squeeze your legs together for some kind of relief.

You continue to play with his balls as you hum around him while he’s deep in your throat, a move you’ve learned that will send him spiraling right over the edge.

A few seconds later, his hips jerk and he twitches inside you. His hot, seedy release shoots down the back of your throat while he lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard.

“Mmm,” you say, licking your lips once you pull yourself off him. “That was fun. Now take me home and dick me down properly as a thank you.”

He shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling into a smile, “As you wish.”

→ Taglist: @gyupremacy @beomcoups @yoonguurt @sinfullygay

↠ not on the list yet? sign up here!

⋆˙⟡ m.list ⟡⋆⟡ ao3 ⟡⋆⟡ wips ⟡⋆⟡ updates ⟡⋆⟡ shadow realm ⟡˙⋆

©shadowkoo 2024. All rights reserved.

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

bun note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[mageofmadness]

◞♡ nsfw thinking….sex tape thoughts.

thinking about that and thinking about caleb getting pissed when his phone runs out of storage but it’s because there’s over a dozen thirty minute videos of you getting fucked in his photos app. in 4k, of course, with the highest frames per second, too, and that's even after he's gone in and edited and cut the videos so it's easier when he's spending lonely nights in skyhaven and wants to jerk off.

he’s trying to clear memory, standing there with you bent over the couch and waiting. moaning about hurry up with it and what are you doing?

caleb's fumbling with his phone one-handed because it's giving him that memory full notification when he opens his camera app. he goes to frantically delete everything important, yet...it's all important. he cannot part with a single video which is causing this issue in the first place. he cannot part with a single photo. he starts deleting apps left and right, panicking because you just look so good right now, he needs this on video, and watches in horror as it only clears up enough space for a thirty seconds in the end, just enough memory to capture the way his cock pushes into you from behind.

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[ariseur]

thinking about gojo who is so whipped that his ears immediately perk up at the mention of your name — or god forbid anybody make you LAUGH and he hears. hell hath no fury like a boytoy distraught

[noorpersona]

Unrequited Love: Kenma

Kenma Kozume had never been good with change.

He liked things predictable. Safe. Video games had taught him that if he kept his strategy consistent, if he memorized the patterns and played smart, he could survive anything. Life was just another game to him—one where he preferred to stay in the background, keep things stable, and avoid unnecessary risks.

But nothing about this felt stable. Nothing about this felt safe.

Because you were leaving.

Kenma sat on the floor of your apartment, legs crossed, a cardboard box in his lap. Around him, the room looked smaller than it used to, packed with boxes stacked high, shelves stripped of their usual clutter. The air smelled like old books, packing tape, and a faint trace of your perfume, and for the first time since he had known you, your space didn’t feel like home anymore.

Maybe because it wasn’t. Not for much longer.

You had been a part of his life for so long that he barely remembered what it was like before you. Since childhood, you had been there—first as a quiet presence at his side in elementary school, then as the only person who could sit with him for hours, gaming in comfortable silence. You never questioned the way he was, never pushed him to be anything other than himself. And as the years passed, you became his constant, his safe place, his person.

And now, you were leaving.

“So, you’re really going, huh?” His voice was quiet, neutral, but even he could hear the strain in it.

You looked up from where you were sorting through a pile of miscellaneous things—old letters, tangled earbuds, random trinkets you had shoved into drawers over the years. You smiled, but it was the kind that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah. It’s happening.”

Kenma’s fingers curled around the edges of the box. He had known about this for weeks now, ever since you told him about the job opportunity in another city. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He had told himself it wouldn’t change anything. That you would still text him, call him, visit when you could.

But now, with everything packed up and your walls bare, the reality of it all settled like a weight in his chest.

He had never thought about a life where you weren’t here. Where he couldn’t just send a message and have you show up at his door an hour later with takeout, where you weren’t sitting beside him on his couch, watching him play through whatever new game he was obsessed with that week. Where you weren’t just…

Here.

You sighed and flopped onto your back, staring at the ceiling. “I’m kind of freaking out,” you admitted, voice light, almost playful. “New place, new people, new job. It’s exciting, but also terrifying.”

Kenma swallowed. He should say something. Something encouraging, something that made it sound like he was happy for you, like he wasn’t falling apart inside.

“You’ll be fine.”

You turned your head to look at him, and for a second, he thought you could see right through him. That you could tell he was barely keeping it together. But then you smiled—soft, familiar, warm.

“Thanks, Ken.”

He nodded, looking away. He focused on the box in his lap, on the way his hands clenched the cardboard just a little too tightly.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He had never needed to say anything before. He thought you just knew—that you had always known. That there was no rush, no deadline, no moment where he would run out of time. Because you were always here.

But now, you weren’t going to be.

And Kenma realized, too late, that he had never even given himself a chance.

The packing took hours, and Kenma stayed through all of it. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else, anyway. He helped you sort through things, separate what you were keeping from what you were leaving behind. Every item had a story, a memory attached to it. The hoodie he had lent you once and never got back. The game controller he had bought for you so you could play co-op with him. The tiny cat figurine you had won at a festival and insisted looked just like him.

All these little things that made up you.

All these little things that reminded him of what he was losing.

He wasn’t good with words. He never had been. He wasn’t like Kuroo, who could charm his way through anything, or Bokuto, who could wear his heart on his sleeve without fear. Kenma had always been quiet, reserved, hesitant. But when it came to you, his feelings were loud, screaming inside him, demanding to be acknowledged.

But he had never said anything.

Because what if he did, and you left anyway? What if it changed everything? What if losing you as a friend hurt worse than losing you to distance?

“You should take this,” you said at one point, holding out an old, well-loved game case. “We never finished it together.”

Kenma stared at it, then at you. “Then take it with you.”

“I don’t have my console anymore. Sold it.” You grinned sheepishly. “New city, new start.”

His grip tightened on the game. He didn’t like that answer. He didn’t like any of this. He had never been an emotional person, but right now, something bitter sat at the back of his throat, something wrong.

You were leaving. You were letting go of all these things, of this life, of him—and you were acting like it was just something that had to happen.

Kenma had spent years convinced he had all the time in the world. But time was up. And for the first time, he didn’t know what to do about it.

It was late by the time everything was packed. The apartment looked empty now, stripped of everything that made it yours. You stretched, yawning, then turned to him with an expression that was far too casual for what this moment felt like.

“This is it, huh?” You nudged his arm lightly. “One last night before I go.”

Kenma’s stomach twisted. He forced himself to nod. “Yeah.”

“Hey.” You tilted your head, watching him. “Are you okay?”

No. No, he wasn’t. Because this wasn’t fair. Because he should have said something sooner. Because he didn’t know how to deal with the fact that tomorrow, you wouldn’t be here anymore.

“Yeah.”

You frowned, unconvinced, but you let it go. Instead, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. Kenma stiffened for a moment, caught off guard, before his body reacted on instinct, arms lifting to hold you back just as tightly.

“I’m gonna miss you, Ken.”

The words hit him harder than he expected. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, trying to memorize this—the feel of your arms around him, the warmth of you against his chest, the way your head fit perfectly against his shoulder. Trying to ignore the aching thought that this might be the last time.

He wanted to say don’t go. Wanted to tell you to stay, that you didn’t have to leave, that he—

But he didn’t.

Instead, he whispered, “Me too.”

And he held on for as long as he could.

[rubbarband]

Grey masked villain.

Drabble involving @nijimx Thread involved: [X]

----

It seemed like a smart idea at first, Going to the building under the cops nose and kidnapping a science type to find out what these phantom thieves are...more heroes. People wouldn't shut up about them and so the best way to learn about them is to find an informant.

There were too many suits, making it hard for my Nomu to do his work, using the shadows he'd hide till someone unluckily walled in his path, lab coat and all. Pulling him in he'd fall back into the shadows, using his nomu's quirk to teleport onto a high building

"Shut up...don't talk just listen. I want everything you have on the phantom thieves, I don't want them to know I'm coming, who I am or anything!"

The man was clearly frightened, the one eyed nomu crawled on him like a spider, eyeing him up; he'd flitch at the beast touch.

"Y-you're not with them?" The man would hike his glasses up.

The masked man would just stare, then share a look with his Nomu. "No...don't distract me...if you pay me enough, I can take care of them for you. Buuut I'll need things from you- see there's...another nuisance, a bad apple if that makes sense. He's trapped me here and with your help I can use my powers and my resources to kill two teams of Villante's with one rock." He' slam his fist into his palm near the face of the scientist.

"....And if I say no?" The scientist knew what this answer was, but he was curious.

"Or if you say no you can go back but we know your face, we can also teleport you and we can kill you whenever! But if you give me what I want I can give your bosses and you an easy and relaxing time...chump I mean chum." He'd lightly pat his face condescendingly.

"What do you say?" The masked man would stare at him, one eye piecing, he'd sit there petting his Nomu who'd eye him with his one single eye, it silted stabbing through their prey.

"I'll do it. I'm a researcher on cognitive pscience." Perking his glasses up, thinking he could use them as much as they wanted to use him.

"Good...Good! Here's what I'm gonna need, everything you study and know. Tell me everything!, your resources too- there's a, professional I'd like you to hire....too. Oh chum, this is gonna lead to a beautiful friendship..."

A portal opens up behind him as he extends a hand to his new collaborator.

He hesitate at first before slowly reaching out and then taking his gloved hand. Once he'd take the hand he'd be jerked towards him and into the portal! Closing his eyes he'd brace for impact before he'd hear the hustle and bustle of his offices before he'd open his eyes and be in the same place he was grabbed.

"A beautiful friendship indeed..."

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

sending bf! seventeen boomer! new year's greetings 🎊 :

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes

I think out of all the HSR men (besides maybe like Sunday who I have SO many thoughts about but need to organize them before I can really write something about him), Yandere!Jing Yuan might be the most terrifying? He strikes me as the type of yandere who is so meticulous about all of his actions. Everything he does, every word he says is carefully chosen to push you on a specific path, one that leads you into his arms.

I doubt he'd get angry at you for resisting/escaping; at most I can see him feeling disappointment, maybe some internal frustration over the fact that you don't seem to understand how much danger you're in. He brings you back to his home, cups your face with his hands and whispers sweet nothings; he'll explain it to you a hundred, a thousand, a million times even: the Luofu is dangerous, even more so for someone close to the General, and he only wants to protect you. It's so genuine; his eyes are not pools of pyrite, but gold, shining just for you. All of this, he whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face when you start calming down and stop hurling insults at him, is for you. He knows that he has charm and he is trying to use it.

But beneath all of the polish, he's a little desperate. Under his forced relaxation and lazy smiles, he feels like if he loses you too, he'll become Mara-Struck. After centuries of loneliness and losing his friends, watching time wipe away every star in his sky leaving him in complete and utter darkness, can't he just have this?

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello!!! This is a Sadistic Beauty request, I was wondering if you could write a fluffy trauma recovery fic where the reader helps Minho to heal and comforts him after a nightmare.Just lot of cuddling,verbal comforting,praises,pet names or any thing similar to that. Basically Minho getting showered with lots of love.

I hope your having great day btw 💜

(Warnings: mentions of rape, non-con sex, nightmares, choking, breaking bones| FRICKING SHORT.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Heart tells bad tales..

Minho stayed on the floor, his eyes scratched and raw by his own hands as Wookyung smirked over him, Minho's panic caused bile to rise in his throat. Every single cloth on his body was torn, nipples piercings on display for Wookyung's sick fantasy.

"Are you fucking cryin'?" Wookyung asked, smirking as he shoved Minho's head on the floor, rubbing his cock on Minho's hole gently making Minho also throw up but he kept it within him,

"It-Let me go..Ple-please!" Minho almost begged, no matter how pathetic he looked, he could see and feel your sight on him from the chair you sat on a few feet further away..you just looked..disappointed.

He couldn't stand disappointing you, but he was forced down, his foot broken as he tried to crawl away from Wookyung who only tightened his grip around Minho's throat, blocking airways as he simply forced himself inside Minho's holes, as Minho simply felt his dignity slip away.

Tears clouding in vision as he choked to try and get some oxygen, his head started to go dizzy and blurry as he felt his chest suffocate-

No! This couldn't be happening, NO..! He was losing you, but it's not his fault! It's NOT his fault!! Why aren't you helping!?

"Minho...!" he suddenly opening his eyes, breathing heavily as he turned his head a bit, you were sitting there gently shaking him in your pajamas as she you gently rubbed his tummy, helping him sit up.

He swallowed, trying not to shudder as his mind replayed the image of Wookyung. “I’m fine,” he breathed, “It’s fine. I’m fine… Go back to sleep.”

You promptly sat up, groggily switching on the lamp on his bedside table. “Not buying that. Did you have a nightmare?”

Your voice was soft, endearingly scratchy with sleep and understanding. Minho suddenly couldn’t keep his eyes from welling. “…Yeah,” he whispered. “Can you hold me?”

Reaching up to gently ruffle his hair, you nodded. “You didn’t have to ask, Min, come here.”

With that, he shuffled over, burying his head in your neck. “I don’t want to talk about it yet,” he mumbled, eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he tried to withhold tears.

"Don't want to talk about it-" he said immediately, his eyes tearing up as he leaned back on the bed, propping yourself on your elbow a bit as he laid his head on your chest to listen to your heart-beat, trying not to cry. He was a man after all!!

But he couldn't stop them softly crying into shoulder chest, neck and shoulder, anywhere he could reach easily, his hands digging into your back to make sure he was okay,

"Woo-Cha...He-He was hurtin-" he could barely formulate words as he cried more so you gently ran fingers through his hair, "It's okay..You don't have to tell me.." you whispered

Mnho felt himself relax slightly as her hands found his messy hair, his breath shuddering as he tried to keep himself from sobbing,

His voice cracking every time he tried to speak, so he kept quiet..As your finger ran through his hair or on his nape, Minho leaned into the touch, his head instinctively falling to the crook of your neck again.

Your fingers running through his hair as he whispered out what happened, as you nodded to everything he said, pecking his lips and kissing him when things go too bad and he couldn't form words.

"Shhh, I know-It's okay. You're doing so good." yu whispered as he cried, trying to get out words..You gently let him drink water, gently patting his back, hoping he was feeling okay..

It's not the usual habit of nightmares, it's hard to forget how his dignity was stolen, how he was forced into things he shouldn't have ever felt..But he could almost feel himself be happier with you..

[suiana]

✎ yandere! side character that's the hot guy everyone wants to pursue in the hit otome game 'last waltz'!!! too bad he's only a side character and not one of the love interests

✎ yandere! side character that rides a super cool motorcycle and has multiple piercings. fuck he's so hot- wait he plays the electric guitar too?! why's he only a side character and not a love interest?!

✎ yandere! side character that's... sentient?! huh he's the only love interest for you now?! you're not complaining though, he makes things super spicy 😈😈

✎ yandere! side character that is obsessed with you. that's why you get special treatment :3 he was supposed to be one of the love interests but he's a sentient being and changed the code to become a side character for everyone instead.

"hold on tight baby. we're gonna go fast."

he laughs as an angry man in an expensive car chases after the both of you. you see, you had somehow isekai'd into the world of 'last waltz', a hit otome game back in your world. and you were on a date with one of the boring love interests until the hot side character you loved whisked you off your feet and practically kidnapped you from the love interest.

it was a funny thing to see, a side character fighting with one of the love interests. but who were you kidding, this guy was practically meant to be one of the love interests! his story and everything was so well developed and he had the looks too! it's just funny that he's a side character... that's in love with you?!

back in your world he'd often pop up when he wasn't supposed to, going on dates with your virtual avatar and... some other spicy things. like removing your in game clothes while you were asleep and leaving you in shock when you entered the game again.

at first you thought it was just a glitch. but a glitch couldn't be like this, right?! literally creating new whole stories and events just with him?! with the other love interests not even having a chance with you?!

you tried sharing your experience with others online, but it never worked. it was like there was some unknown force stopping you from doing so... your phone suddenly running out of battery, the app glitching out... it was so weird that you just gave up.

and then you were suddenly isekai'd into the game?? nothing made sense anymore. so you just lived like the main character, going on dates with hot love interests, taking their money and relishing in their constant love and affection... until the side character popped up and began to replace the love interests.

whatever, he was your favourite character anyways. and you knew he knew it. I mean, why else would he be smirking as you leaned into his touch as he sped away from the angry love interest?

"they must love me... more than the boring love interest at least."

he seemed to be in his own thoughts as he laughed boisterously. you ignored him, simply resting your head against his broad shoulders as the constant honking from the other love interest slowly faded away.

hm. you wonder if the side character will be as rough as other times. after all, the route he seems to be taking... is to his house. and whenever you were at his house, it always ended up with you in his bed. naked.

oh well.

whatever, it was just a virtual world. you'd be out soon so it doesn't matter.

right?

[rubbarband]

Tengu and the koopa

Drabble involving @corazcnes

----

Floating in the sky is a fortress, run but a large turtle with spikes on his back, this villain would be known as bowser. His fortress stopped in the air because he's watching something. Looking down off the side he saw a large winged man in the grass- looking for man.

"Well well well...so yer the army that's been monitoring me. I got curious so I thought why not approach ya?" M.T villainous voice a mix of whimsey and boredom. A portal opened up and he lands next to the koopa. "You know if yer gonna watch someone- best not park your fortress in their shadow ya-?"

Bowser didn't waste time and threw a powerful punch sending the other flying into a mountain. "Pah...all tal-"

"Gah hhahahahha! What sprit! What vigor!" Another portal opens up with the villain now attacking back with a freeze ray shooting it at the koopa. But Bowser would break out with a roar.

"Okay pal, give me a reason why I shouldn't drop you in a volcano!?" His reptilian eyes seething with rage.

A stillness would stand between them.

M.T's smile never fading.

Bowser's scowl was the same.

"Because it be...ineffective." His wings twitching. "..Buuuut we could help each other! I can make portals anywhere I can see and point, Any-where- any- place." Between each word he'd teleport around the koopa. "So what if I could get you that princess- AND the star rod? You can have it...I just need it so I can get back home...and kill a stupid little hero bugging me."

"...The mario bros?" Bowser would raise a brow.

"What?...no...NO! Rubbarband! I came here with him, and now he's protecting the mushroom kingdom- if we team up you get the entire mushroom kingdom and more~ And I get to return to my Master and skin a hero!" He laughs in a creepy and uncomfortable way. before with a twirl he reaches out towards Bowser. "Deal?"

...There's another pregnant pause between them, Bowser trying to read him and M.T gleefully under his skin.

"....Deal." Boswer shakes his hand. "The name's Bowser, king koopa."

"Oh I'm sorry Bowser...I only follow one king- but if all goes well, I'm sure he'd love to meet a power-house like you. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH heh!"

...

The sky's rumble.

[the-panda-queen]

Dateables and Side Characters Favorite Sleeping Position w/ You

this is part 2, part 1 is the brothers

cw: can be read platonically or romantic (except Luke- strictly platonic), gn reader

Luke: Loves to fall asleep in your lap while you both watch a movie. The second you wrap your arms around him like you're cradling a baby, he will fall asleep. Will adamantly deny it in all days ending in "Y".

Getting up to eat or go to the bathroom isn't much of an issue. He'll weakly wrap his arms around your neck to try and stop you. Again his grip isn't that strong. Carry him to his bed once you're done.

Barbatos: Does he even sleep? /j Not big on cuddling, finds it difficult to slip away in the early morning to do his duties as a loyal butler. Whenever you do sleep over he does enjoy falling asleep holding your hand while facing one another. He'll close his eyes and listen to your relaxed and steady breathing as he drifts off into sleep.

Will defiantly wake up if you leave the bed. Has a tray prepared with all your favorite snacks and will offer to make you a pot of tea. When going to the bathroom he'll give you your space and lay in bed awaiting your return.

Simeon: Loves to fall asleep with his face nestled in your hair and being the big spoon. Will wrap you in his arms and legs to ensure no one can take you from him.

He'll pretend to be asleep if you leave the bed. Once you return he'll still look peaceful and undisturbed. Wrap yourself in his arms again and he'll murmur a sweet "welcome back/ I missed you".

Diavolo: Make this demon prince the little spoon I beg you. Loves to be cuddled. Many don't approach him so casually because of his title so when you wrap him in your arms he melts faster than ice cream in death valley. He'll snuggle deeper into your arms with a smile on his face as he drifts off.

Before laying down he will come into the room with a tray of all your favorite snacks and drinks. He needs you to know that he prepared everything himself. Leave to go to the bathroom and he's wide- eyed and waiting. Feels 10x colder without your presence.

Raphael: Likes when you fall asleep with you head in his lap, he'll stroke your hair/ face while humming a soothing tune. Will sleep sitting up as he feels like he needs to be alert at a moments notice because some demons will try and take kidnap you.

Will feel you stir and get up, if you're going to get a snack he'll accompany you to the kitchen and, "Hey there's some of Solomon's cooking still in the fridge! You can have the first bite." He'll give you your space if you're going to the bathroom.

Thirteen: She loves when you nuzzle into her chest. The feeling of your warm steady breath calms her and lulls her into a blissful sleep. She'll wrap her arms around you, not wanting to let you go.

Good luck leaving her arms, let alone the room. Has tons of traps laid out, some you made together. If you manage to get out, congrats! Beel probably beat you to the kitchen and I'd imagine you're about to explode if you need the bathroom.

Mephisto: Honestly such a soft demon, practically purrs into your arms once alone. Will nuzzle himself into your chest. To keep up his façade of how a noble demon should act he'll make it sound like he's doing you a favor, as you're a precious part in Diavolo's dreams, so obviously this is why he has to cuddle with you to go to sleep. A happy human is good for everyone.

No reason to leave the room for a snack, just ring the little bell on his night stand and a butler or maid demon will be happy to get you anything you need. Has a bathroom connected to his room, hurry back. Would feel like a bad host if he doesn't check on you after a while, will knock on the door if you take too long.

Solomon: Likes when you rest you head on his chest. The fact that you want to be this close to him at all makes his head swirl. He'll wrap one or both his arms around you trying to feel in your heartbeats are in sync with his own.

He doesn't wake up if you need to leave the room, yet subconsciously he'll feel restless and move around on the bed as if searching you you. Once you return he sighs contently and wraps you in his arms once more.