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[cubffections]

staying up tnight ٩(•̤̀ ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏ night mode cub: on !

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was thinking about this Bakugou, where he penches his s/o lips whenever she teases him or compliments him, saying that her lips should be punished for driving him crazy or smth.

I just find this idea cute if you please can write about it 😭🤍

a/n:..wait...cus why are you a literal genius this got a lil kick teww ittttt.. (kinda soooorta angsty but like if you squint, katsuki is bad at feelings but he tries his hardest, kissing, no biting for once wow its been a while..dont worry yall its comin, short lil drabble, hope u enjoy ! <3)

"your eyes are so pretty katsu."

katsuki bakugou thinks he'll never be able to get used to you when he looks down at your head in his lap, raising a brow as a defensive mechanism to not turn red all the way down to his chest.

"where'd this come from ?" he leans into your hand almost reflexively when you place it against his cheek, still not breaking eye contact as you smile at him, he feels warmth crawl up his back and it makes him squint.

"nowhere," you run your finger across his cheek, than across his nose bridge "just wanted to tell you."

he gulps, clearing his throat his eyes fight to keep looking into yours, relaxed and happy and comfortable. it feels strange to see someone so comfortable around him.

"yeah ?"

"mhm, your lashes are so long too." you muse. it's casual, it comes out so easily.

he feels his heart beat loudly against his chest when you run your fingers over his eyebrows. you keep on touching him, and he likes it, usually. but it's overwhelmingly nice, you're overwhelmingly nice and he doesn't know what to do with it. because bakugou isn't sweet like you. he can't casually tell you that he loves your eyes, that he could be perfectly content staring at you doing whatever for hours on end, that random things he sees when he's out remind him of you and that you're the last thing he thinks about when he falls asleep.

because it comes out wrong, when he does. but even still your words make him so unbearably giddy. it's foreign receiving compliments, and if he does their almost always quirk related. but these are different and they're from you, so it feels even better and though embarrassment creeps up onto his body his heart buzzes and beats proudly. he feels like he can't sit still so he does the next best thing.

"shush." he mumbles, pinching your cheeks to make you pout. you splutter out a giggle when he leans down to place a sloppy wet kiss onto your duck lips. "you keep sayin' weird shit.." he dodges your grin when he lets go of your cheek.

"but they are long ! and your eyes are pretty ! that's not weird, it's the truth." you maintain, nodding afterwards like your word is law. fuck, he loves you.

"be quiet." he pinches your lips shut and you start flailing around with muffled giggles and squeals. katsuki follows, laughing through his nose and meanly moving your lips around in his grip.

"fuck, you drive me crazy.." your eyes snap open at his soft eyes and words. his eyes shine mischievously but his cheeks are bright as he smirks. you pout at him and it makes him want to squeeze you until you pop. ( he remembers you called it cute aggression or something)

"you talk too damn much." he pinches your cheek "needa be punished for drivin' me nuts all the damn time."

"jush shay yur not goo wif complimeshs." katsuki snorts at your attempts to talk with your cheek in his grip, and he can't help the half smirk on his face when you laugh. he releases your cheek in favor of leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"you're the pretty one, dummy."

"but we can both be pretty !"

"whatever, you're prettier then."

katsuki still feels his heart thump loudly in his chest, and he's sure he'll keep feeling like this for a long while. your words will keep sticking to his heart like they always do. and maybe he is 'pretty', he'll go along with that for you, but you're definitely prettier.

[bbunisre]

your smau texts are teww good 🤭 if you’re able, can you do where y/n calls jjk character “bro” and jjk character is butthurt bc y/n usually calls em a pet name or something 🫡

HAHAHA this is a great idea, thank you for reading my works! and i’m sorry for getting to this so late 😭 i’ve just moved houses but here it is.

incl. gojo, geto, nanami, itadori, yuuta, megumi, toge

btw, my inbox is open if anyone else wants me to write anything

[shwoyo]

hello, i saw your reqs open and i wanted to ask if you could do a seokmin x reader where reader is a shy person who always listens and when they meet seokmin and he listens to their rambling and yeah, thnks in advance! :)

hi anon! thank you for requesting <3 i'm sorry this is kinda rushed + i kinda wasn't able to show readers shy demeanor lol, but i hope you like it!

comfortable with you. — lee seokmin x reader

; fluff, little angst, comfort – warnings: like 1 cuss word – wc: 1,481

note: first req ever, kinda nervous 😅i kindaa rushed it in the end,,, im sorry. BUT ANYWAYS!! i enjoyed writing this! i had so many thoughts on how i wanted to go with this, but stuck with this (kind of) short one. I hope you guys will enjoy this teww! not my best work tho

you love listening to people talking. you've always let people do the talking while you do the listening; its been in your nature since ever. they would talk, and you would hum in agreement or dispute, sometimes speaking your own thoughts. but sometimes, you wish you could just spill your unsaid thoughts to someone. but you can't, for some reason.

–

your junior year has started, new school supplies, new acquaintances, and, of course, a new seatmate. every first day of school always makes you nervous; everything is new, and by that you'd always have to introduce yourself; you hated it.

standing outside your new classroom with your other classmates, the teacher announced that she had already assigned the seating plan. you were kind of grateful, as you quite literally don't know anybody here; you got separated from your friend.

Ms. Shin, your teacher was calling your classmates one by one, then called your name, "next, l/n y/n!" you went up to her. "you'll be sitting next to lee seokmin, he's over there by the window, third row" she stated. you went in the classroom and walked to your seat, which is beside seokmin, your new seatmate. he sat at the aisle part, which left you sitting next to the window, and you were grateful for it.

you sat down and settled your bag behind your chair. honestly, you were pretty nervous because, for the first time, your seatmate was a guy. you were always seated next to girls for some reason.

"hi! i'm lee seokmin. but you can call me seokmin, or any nickname you can think of," he spoke. you quickly turned your head in his direction and just nodded, turning your head to look at the board in front. 'he's so... pretty,' you thought to yourself. it took a second until he spoke again, "what about you? what's your name?" he asked, and you turned to look at him again, quickly realizing that you haven't introduced yourself. "oh, i'm sorry! i'm l/n y/n sorry, did i come off as rude?" you replied, your voice lowering as you spoke. "ah, no, no! it's okay!" he giggled as he responded, waving his hands as a sign that it really is okay. "i'm sorry again," you said, voice low almost like a whisper. "no, i assure you it's fine! everyone gets nervous at the first day of school, even me," he stated. you just nodded, turning your head to look at your table.

your face was red in embarrassment, so much for a first impression with someone who will be next to you your whole junior year. you wished the floor could just eat you whole.

–

months into 11th grade, everyday was a struggle. there were new activities every week, mostly by partners, and you were grateful that in each partner activity, seokmin was your partner. seokmin is the most perfect partner you could ask for; he was always ready and always listened to the instructions of the activity given. you were so grateful for him; you probably wouldn't have survived first term without him.

right now, on a thursday afternoon, you and seokmin were at the library doing the essay activity given by your english teacher, a 15k word essay covering the important events and creations that happened during the renaissance, the deadline being monday. you were trying so hard not to cry as you were stuck on your third paragraph, the whole essay only having 487 words. usually you were quick with this; you love english, you always scored high on the subject. but right now, you were just not motivated enough to write properly.

"Hey, you okay there?" seokmin spoke up, noticing your distraught expression. you only hummed to his question. he was already making it easy for you; he has suggested that we should write 7,500 words each on our part to sum up the 15,000 so it would be easy. you felt bad as you were writing your part so... poorly. "we can take a break if you're stuck," seokmin suggested, "uhm, maybe i'll try to continue mine and you take a break. i wanna at least try and finish this third paragraph," you stated. "hmm, i think no!" he said cheerfully. seokmin closed his laptop, then yours. you looked at him in shock, but he just grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand up, then pulling you towards the door of the library. "s-seokmin! hey! what about our things?" you whisper-shout, "don't worry, we'll be quick!" he replied.

you kinda got used to this; whenever seokmin sensed that you were struggling or stressed, he would always do something to distract you until you were feeling okay. this time, he was pulling you in the hallways of the school, towards the exit, and then walked towards the ice cream stand near the school gate. "hello! can i get one vanilla ice cream and one chocolate ice cream? both no toppings!" seokmin said, the vendor nodded and made his order, "seokmin, i didn't bring my wallet with me." you stated, "its okay! its on me," he replied "no, i'll just pay you when we go back to the library," you said, "nu-uh, this is on me. i won't accept your payment," seokmin responded.

he's always like this. he does something nice for you, but whenever you offer to do something in return, he denies it. this is what you like about him, like as in platonically... yeah, platonically.

–

few more months in junior year, and your feelings towards seokmin kept growing, not platonically. you tried to deny your feelings, but every time you do, he does something that just makes your heart flutter.

and surprisingly enough, you've gotten so comfortable with him that each time you talked, you openly said your thoughts, even you shocked yourself. but, you still weren't comfortable enough to spill your deepest thoughts and rambles, rants you wish you'd said to the person who stressed your thoughts.

still, you were more than happy to be able to finally openly speak your thoughts, even if it weren't your deepest thoughts that hurt you. you were okay with this, you think.

–

but one day during the last 2 weeks of junior year, you were fed up. the world just kept testing and testing you, and you were so tired and just needed to rant, specifically to seokmin.

"and it's just... so fucking tiring! i don't get why they won't do their part. it's almost the end of the school year, and they're acting like this?! i'm just so..." you couldn't finish your sentence as you started to sob. seokmin looked at you with sad eyes, it hurts him to see you like this. 'why couldn't your group mates just do their job properly?' he thought. you sobbed harder as you thought about your uncooperative group mates, then seokmin hugged you.

it was the first time he physically touched you like this; usually he would tap your shoulder, pat your head, or pull your arm when he wants to show something, but hugging you? this was definitely new. but you were too tired to be shocked.

"mhm, i understand y/n." seokmin stated, you sobbed harder than before. for years in your life, you just wanted to hear those words—that someone understood you. you were always the one to listen; you never had the chance to be the one to rant as you grew used to listening. seokmin patted your back, still hugging you. it was so comforting; you wished you could stay there forever.

–

from that day on, you knew that you were super comfortable with seokmin. he's the person you trust your thoughts with the most. not a day goes by where you had to keep your thoughts to yourself anymore; you had seokmin, and he had you, of course. he was there for you, and you were there for him.

the feeling of finally being able to speak up about your deepest, unsaid thoughts and rants was so refreshing. of course, the more comfortable you got with him, the more your feelings grew too.

–

it was on recognition day when you had the courage to finally spill your heart out to seokmin. you were very nervous, but the funny thing was he beat you to it. he confessed first, leaving you shocked. of course you informed him that the feeling is mutual.

you were happy; he was too. your heart was so happy you felt like it would explode. you never have thought that you would find love this early in your life, especially with your old behavior of being shy. but seokmin was there, he was there for you in so many ways. he saved your heart and mind by letting you pour your unsaid rambles to him, and you were so grateful for him, for seokmin, who was now your lover 'till end.

©shwoyo, all rights reserved.

[fun-loving-peach]

your headcannons are teww good, very cute but do you make jjk ones 😝😝😝 if not i wouldn’t mind seeing more kuroo ones

THANK YOU SM SWEETIE <3

I would love to write head canons for jjk I just don’t know what types I wanna do? I’m opened to requests for any of the characters.

I’m also thinking of putting a prompt list for head canons of different fandoms this week so I can write for more characters 😼

If anyone wants to request anything my ask is opened <3

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 19

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

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*DING DONG! DING DONG!*

No more than five seconds passed before a second set of doorbell rings sounded off, signaling impatience from whoever was waiting on the other side. Sprawled out on her tummy in the middle of the living room floor with an old-school Polly Pocket castle playset, a pouty Ellie looked toward the office and then upstairs. “Guess I’ww gets it den,” she grumbled, slightly miffed to break away from her playtime. Her very soggy diaper sagged between her thighs as she toddled to answer the cruddy door.

*CLICK!*

“Hiya, Martin,” said Ellie quickly before rushing back to her spot on the floor, leaving Martin alone in the doorway.

Snorting softly, Martin’s caregiver side couldn’t help but find Ellie’s spastic behavior utterly adorable. It wasn’t enough to fully upend his dissatisfaction with Latasha and Connor’s care but it at the very least lightened the mood. Glancing around the mostly vacant space, he approached the prone little and squatted down to talk at her level. “Howdy. Sorry to disturb your playtime. You know where I can find Latasha?” he asked, receiving an abrupt and playfully silent point toward the office door. Peering inside, he was able to Latasha and Stacy in the midst of what appeared to be a serious discussion. Latasha briefly locked eyes with him, offering him a nod and a one-second finger, “And Riri and Connor?”

Ellie’s arm instantly whipped behind her to gesture upstairs, filling Martin in on the Padded Palace’s current layout. Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, he wasn’t a fan of how spread out everyone was, especially considering that Ellie was in the living room with only a window’s worth of supervision. Opting not to wait until Latasha was finished with Stacy, he called out, “Riri! Come get your shoes on!”

Overhead, a series of quick footsteps could be heard leading toward the staircase. “Hi, Daddy!” insisted Riri, sprinting downstairs at Mach speed with Skye trailing behind and throwing her arms around Martin. In the back of her mind, she knew how peeved her Daddy was. She could feel it in his body language alone, which was all the more reason to butter him up, “I had lossa fun dis weeken. I cans wait to teww chus aww abouts it!”

Squinting down at Riri with a half-smile, Martin was no dummy. She tended to play up her Little Space lisp whenever she was in trouble; something that was as cute as it was aggravating. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay mad at her, encouraging him to squeeze his baby girl extra tight. “Aww, and I can’t wait to hear every detail while you dangle from your special bouncer,” he said, feeling Riri tense up in his arms as he pre-selected a fitting punishment before his kind-hearted nature could win out.

*KNOCK KNO-*

“Oooh!” chirped Carol, her knuckles barely impacting the slightly ajar door twice as it swung open. Standing next to her was Mal, who had arrived at almost the exact same time. Not wanting to walk in unannounced, she decided to verbalize the remainder of her entrance, “Knock! Knock!”

In a complete reversal of her actions one minute prior, Ellie jumped to her feet with vigorous energy and ran toward the front door. “Mommy!” she yelled, knocking over the castle playset and practically tackling Carol as she leaped into her arms.

“Oh, good! Everyone’s here,” said Latasha, exiting her office alongside Stacy to find nearly every Padded Palace Big and Little accounted for. This was truly a serendipitous happening considering the announcement she needed to make, “If I could have everyone's attention for just a moment. I’m sure you all have places you need to be so I’ll be as brief as-”

“Hold up!”

Before Latasha could proceed with her address, an irritated Martin pushed his way to the front of the room. “Apologies, Latasha, but I feel the need to be frank. We put a lot of trust in you here, and I don’t appreciate being lied to,” he said curtly, his pointed stare shifting between Latasha and Stacy, “When you told me Connor would be operating on his own this weekend, I was assured he was up to the task.”

“Daddy, it’s not his fault. Honest!” said Riri, tugging on Martin's arm to suade his attention. Sadly, other than glowy platitudes, she had nothing to base her lofty statement on. The reality was that, no matter how kind Connor was or how desperately he needed a weekend like this, the way things unfolded this weekend was largely on his shoulders. By not standing up to Stacy and subsequently allowing the girls to transform him into a sissy baby, he seeded the caregiving responsibilities he had promised to uphold.

“Riri, not now. The grown-ups are talking,” he said with a sharp sigh, trying not to take pleasure in the line of blush that spread across Riri’s nose. He never enjoyed being the bad guy. Returning to the subject at hand, he placed a free arm sassily on his hip and clicked his tongue at Stacy; the grand architect of this chaotic weekend, “Well? Anything you’d like to say for yourself?”

Looking at Latasha solemnly, Stacy received a permissive nod from the Padded Palace’s matriarch. “Okay, so I’m pretty Goddess-awful at apologies…but I am sorry. I didn’t mean for you and Carol to get caught up in this. All the lies just…kinda snowballed,” she said bashfully. The taste of crow was always the toughest to swallow, “I’m sorry to you too, Latasha. And I’ll be sure to apologize to Connor too.”

“Yeah, speaking of, where is Connor, anyway? Stacy’s not the only person I’d like to hear an apology from,” said Carol, crossing to the center of the living room to join Martin’s side.

Raising her hand high like a good girl, Ellie happily answered, “He jus got out of da shower so he’ww be down soons.”

“Goddess! How long was he in that shower?!” replied Carol, failing to connect the dots of Stacy’s deception.

Gazing apathetically at the pair of disgruntled Bigs as Carol and Ellie discussed Connor’s whereabouts, a sudden realization struck Latasha. She let out an open-mouth scoff in disbelief as she approached Carol and looped a finger around her friend's pristine curls. “Mhmm, just as I thought…” she said, prompting Carol to pull her hair away, “...Donna’s handiwork, no? Seems someone had plenty of time to hit up the salon.”

“I-I was in the area and she had an opening! Sue me,” said Carol a tad too defensively for her own good. She flicked her hair back in an effort to fix and conceal her audacious hairdo.

Nodding smugly, Latasha swapped targets from Carol to Martin. An obnoxiously loud sniff filled the space as she held her nose near his collared shirt. “Hmmm, nothing like the smell of freshly cut lumber, huh?” she said, savoring the subtle pouts forming on Martin and Carol’s faces. They may not have been Littles but Bigs could be just as bratty if not more so, “So, let me see if I’ve got this all figured out. Stacy spins you a whole web of lies that easily could’ve been uncovered had either of you set one foot inside that nursery. All while you both take advantage of not having to play caregiver for a Saturday afternoon.” The guilty expressions worn by the pair of self-titled Bigs spoke volumes. Alas, someone needed to hold strong as the lone voice of reason amidst a sea of finger-pointing. “Why don’t we take a step back? No one person is wholly responsible for every single thing that went wrong this weekend. It took an army to mess up this badly, and I think it would behoove us to-”

*SQUEAK!*

An itty-bitty creak from the top of the staircase momentarily drew Latasha’s eye mid-statement. Her voice cracked and faltered whilst performing a startling double-take. “...Oh, my Goddess…” she muttered involuntarily, unintentionally imploring those around her to follow her eyeline.

Positioned on the tips of his feet while crouched at the top of the stairs, Connor attempted to scramble for cover. Unfortunately, his bulky diaper significantly slowed his reaction speed, giving everyone in the living room a glimpse at the Padded Palace’s resident sissy baby.

“AHA!” cackled Carol unsympathetically. She’d heard plenty of stories from Latasha and even teased Connor for wearing pull-ups but she had never seen him all dolled before. A similar albeit more subdued response was shared by Martin and Latasha, both of whom proceeded to cup their mouths to stifle their amusement. 

No reaction, though, could top Skye’s. Having kept to herself by the couch while the Bigs deliberated, she was in the perfect position to get a good look at Connor in full sissy regalia. A feverish and unwavering smile spread across her face. Her and Riri’s ingenious plan had gone off without a hitch. Bounding to her feet, she weaved through the small crowd of Bigs and Littles as she bolted upstairs, skipping a step the whole way up. She couldn’t wait. She needed to see more.

However, as she reached the second floor, Skye slowed to a stop as she caught sight of Connor inching backward at a snail’s pace. Failing to stand with his knees buckling, he buried his face behind his arms and curled in toward the wall. “D-Don wook!” he yelled, his voice filled with fear and regret. Tragically, his actions only forced his short dress to hike up, revealing his diapers to the girl he was hired to help look after.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[dojunie]

IVE BEEN WANTING TO GREET YOU A WELCOME BACKK!! 🤸🏻‍♀️😭 I WASNT REALLY SURE IF I SHOULD MSG, COZ THIS WOULD BE THE FIRST OF MY ENTIRE TUMBLR CARRER 🫢😭 BUT YAURSS 😭✊🏼 I JUST STARTED FOLLOWING YOUR ACCOUNT A MONTH AGO?? 😭 AND MISDIAL FUCKING ATE.‼️‼️ IT ISNT EVEN FINISHED, YET THE CHAPTERS IVE READ IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO KNOW ITS A MASTERPIECE FR 😭✊🏼 BRO I WAS LITERALLY READING IT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, AND GURL WHEN I TELL YOU I COULD NOT STOP READING.BLOODSHOT EYES GLUED TO MY SCREEN, CHARGING MY PHONE AND LAYING ON ONE SIDE TILL IT REACHES A CERTAIN AMNT OF PERCENTAGE SO I COUKD TURN AROUND KNOWING I COULDNT WAIT AND PAUSE READING TYPE THANG 😭 SAFE TO SAY I DID NOT GET SLEEP 😭 I DEADASS FINISHED THOSE 2 CHAPTERS IN ONE GO, AND I SWORE TO MYSELF ID KEEP CHAPTER 3 FOR WHEN U UPDATE SO ID HAVE SOMETHING TO KEEP ME SANE. I LIED. I COULDNT HELP IT BRAH, YOUR WRITING JUST TEWW GOODD. I READ THE LAST CHAPTER IN SCHOOL, AND AFTER I FINISHED I WAS LITERALLY STUNNED BRO. LIKE WHADAFAK, I SAT THERE LONGING (😂😭) LIKE REAL NOT FAKE. I WAS GLUED TO MY SEAT JUST WISHING AND PRAYING FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER 😭✊🏼 I WAS DEADASS DYING WAITING FOR THE NEXT UPDATE BRO. AND I WAS EVEN MORE FLABBERGASTED WHEN I REALIZED YOU LAST UPDATED ON DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR⁉️⁉️ BRO I CRIED. I PRAYED, AND I CRIED 😭. I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE ABANDONED STORIES OR ABANDONED BLOGS 😭🙏🏼🧎🏻‍♀️ BUT BRO I LOVE GOD FR I LOVE THE UNIVERSE THEY BE WATCHING MY BACK COZ LITERALLY NOT EVEN A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER YOU CAME WITH AN UPDATE‼️ YAHEY😭🤸🏻‍♀️✨🧚🏻‍♂️ TALK ABT PERFECT TIMINGG‼️ BUT YAURS IK DIS WAS A LONG MSG 🤣 COULDNT CONTAIN MYSELF FR 😭✊🏼 BUT I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW, TAKE YOUR TIME WITH SETTLING IN, UPDATING, AND EVERYTHANG. YOU HAVE A LOT GOING ON WITH JOB HUNTING, SCHOOL, AND MOVING!! DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO UPDATE, TAKE YOUR TIME!! (Please update misdal soon 🙏🏼🧎🏻‍♀️😭🤣 ‼️half jks‼️🤣) BUT YAURS TAKE YOUR TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU’RE PUTTING YOURSELF FIRST 🫶🏻 LOVE YOUSSS ✨🧚🏻‍♂️🤸🏻‍♀️🫶🏻 STAY SAFES AND HEALTHY IN THE MEANWHILEE 😋🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 (sorry if I didn’t really make sense, English isn’t my first language 😭🙏🏼🫶🏻)

idk i think im in love w u

definitely need to put this under a read more bc i have been SCREAMING!!!!!!! OVER THIS ASK FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS!!!!!!! when i tell you im going to print out this message and stick it to the wall in front of my desk so i can see it every time i sit down to write najkdajdjsklajd nckdsn i love this ask i love u i love this ask i love you!!!!!!!!! im so happy the lil stories i write about kpop boys grabbed u hard enough to make u stay up on a school night, dying phone and all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 as i was writing ch4 and starting ch5 i was thinking of this message like 'i cant let colorful anon down i have to get this shit out BEFORE 2024!!!!!!!!" AND SO BE IT IT SHALL BE DONE

its crazy to think that its Literally been an entire year since the last update and people are still so invested........... like im cryin a little yall are seriously the realest

i love u im not kidding this is my favorite ask of all time. i almost dont want to answer it so it can stay in my ask box forever but u clearly went all out in writing this so i simply cannot allow the world to not see your work of art

screenshotting to make it my wallpaper as we speak

i am dubbing you colorful anon, pls come back whenever you want even if its just to leave an emoji in my inbox when ch 4 drops

im going to staple this message to every wall of my house i am so honored to be ur first ask

going to OPEN the misdial google doc and write some more for YEW!!!!!!! CAUSE U DESERVE IT!!!! MUAH MUAH KISSES I AM TUCKING U INTO BED LOVINGLY!!!!!!!!!!

[dollyyun]

I have admittedly spent almost five hours binging devils knights prey and I do not regret it at all it is SAUR GOOD??? it’s giving me so much motivation to write more asw

first of all the story is so genius and sick and twisted (IN A GOOD WAY) like every character is portrayed so well I am im love with them all god I am not your strongest soldier 😛

also the plot twists omg I did not expect some of those but they’re thrown in so well!!

I fear I have a strong attachment to jake in this fic now like.. I can fix him!! AND SOME OF THE SCENES ARE TEWW CUTE

I swear the cliffhanger had me SCREAMINGG LIKE DONT DO THIS TO ME?? but I swear it’s beomgyu like I KNEW HE WAS FISHY but I trusted him at the start like 💔💔

anyway rambled a bit too much! It is too late at night and I am starting to see things 😛

I hope you have a good day/night whenever u see this and I just wanted to express my appreciation 🤍🤍 take ur time with the next part and I will be pouncing on it asap as soon as it posts 😘

(i reposted and liked everything but i am scared so anon 😭)

(also my ipad is so ancient so I’m sorry for the spam likes and reblogs over and over again she is not cooperating 💔)

first off…. i want to applaud you for binging dkp series for five hours BECAUSE I COULD NEVER😭it really is time consuming to read long fics and it’s even worse when the storyline feels drag on with unnecessary details (i plead guilty)

to me, personally, i feel that dkp series is not as dark, twisted, and genius as i thought it would go in my original plan and it’s kind of disappointing to me, but then again it is my first time to write this kind of ‘dark’ fic, so i’ll do my best to execute a darker theme in the next fic of mine! (cough the vampire academy cough)

so you’re a dkp jaeyun’s girlie🤭oh as for the cliffhanger…well….🏃🏻‍♀️💨

anyways! i’m genuinely glad to know that you enjoyed reading dkp and that it’s giving you motivation to write🫶🏻 (one of the best compliments ever and now i’m gonna cry)

also, please don’t be scared to go off anon😭i’m not gonna bite you or anything. i’m just a delulu girl whose head is full of heejake🧍🏻‍♀️and since you mentioned that you write, i’d love to read your fics🫶🏻

i truly appreciate readers like you sm, you have no idea, and please don’t stop rambling because i’m always here to listen💟so my inbox is always open for you to yap, rant or wtv you want to send to me <3

thank you so much for sending your thoughts and kinds words, sweetheart💐💗hope you’ll like the next upcoming part as well!

[theoburrsvirginitybalcony]

Teww me...fow whom do you fight?

Hmph (・`ω´・) How vewy gwib. And do you bewieve in Eowzea?

Eowzea's unyity is fowged of fawsehoods. Its city-states awe buiwt on deceit. And its faith is an instwument of deception.

It is nyaught but a cobweb of wies. To bewieve in Eowzea is to bewieve in nyothing.

In Eowzea, the beast twibes often summon gods to fight in theiw stead─though youw comwades onwy wawewy wespond in kind. Which is stwange, is it nyot?

Awe the “Twewve” othewwise engaged? I was given to undewstand they wewe youw pwotectows. If you twuwy bewieve them youw guawdians, why do you nyot wepeat the twick that sewved you so weww at Cawtenyeau, and caww them down?

They wiww answew─so wong as you wavish them with cwystaws and gowge them on aethew.

Youw gods awe nyo diffewent fwom those of the beasts─eikons evewy onye. Accept but this, and you wiww see how Eowzea's faith is bweeding the wand dwy.

Nyow is this unknyown to youw mastews. Which pwompts the question: why do they cwing to these fawse deities? What dwives even men of weawnying─even the gweat Wouisoix─to gwuvw at theiw feet?

The answew? Youw mastews wack the stwength to do othewwise ;;w;;

Fow the wowwd of man to mean anything, man must own the wowwd.

To this end, he hath fought evew to waise himsewf thwough confwict─to gwow wich thwough conquest.

And when the dust of battwe settwes, it is evew the stwong who dictate the fate of the weak.

Knyowing this, but a singwe path is open to the impotent wuwew─that of fawse wowship. A path which weads to enyewvation and death.

Onwy a man of powew can wightwy steew the couwse of civiwization. And in this wand of cweeping mendacity, that onye twuth wiww pwuv its sawvation.

Come, champion of Eowzea, face me >w< Youw defeat shaww sewve as pwoof of my weadinyess to wuwe >w<

It is onwy wight that I shouwd take youw weawm. Fow nyonye among you has the powew to stop me (・`ω´・)

Hewwo????? Whewe awe u????

[mcondance]

Ur so real for that vanilla candle!!! One thing abt me is ima have a scent. I have so much perfume I could open up a store fr😭 Warm Vanilla is my FAV from bath and body works its just the move yknow❓️ if people smell vanilla and then dont think of me then i did summ wrong

-💭

ughhh i love vanilla teww much.

[ellxstic]

omg imma def give that a listen cause??? 😩

some other songs i fuckin love are

poison (like he ate that song up)

dead man walking (like literally this is some crack to me its so 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽)

rehab (winter in paris) 🫠

jackie brown ✨

paper soldier 😩🤭

one of these days imma base my theme off one of his songs (fun fact: i base my blog themes off songs im obsessed with atm)

but you should def give me all your fave artists rn cause i alr you got immaculate taste 🫣

Ur taste is so delectable!! 💖

all of these are good songs of his omg!! And paper soldiers OMGG TEW GOOD I hate that it’s unreleased he’s sick for that fr 😒

Omg and the theme thing that’s so cute 😭 what song is it currently ??

Tbh I listen to basically all types of music and don’t really have favorites like chances are I listen to at least one song by an artist that somebody names 😭 I’m open to any genres (Rap, pop, r&b, kpop, jazz (this songs like a joke but i fr recently got into jazz fr and that shits good it makes me feel like a middle aged old man who understands life 💀), a like rock , I love it all. but I favor R&B and Indie Pop. If I had to name an artist I 100% love most of their songs I’d say SZA her shits TEWW good!!! (do u like her?!)

on the topic of Brent faiyaz I recommend:

no one knows (oldie but so good and fun)

clouded (he is so hot on here fr)

Been away (top tier)

Fuck the world (used to be my fav of his but it’s still up there!!)

Let Me Know (very chill I love it)

Gravity ( BEST COLAB FR)

Trust (simple and chill)

Around me (simple and chill again 😭)

Mercedes (this one was a grower for me but I just LOVE it now)

Gang over luv (oldie but soooo good)

Talk to u ( mmm)

All mine ( heavenly , he actually wrote this song about me 😋 )

Addictions (is addictive 💀)

Fell in love (new song of his 😝)

Low key did a good portion of his catalog but he’s just that good 😔

oh and with his sonder stuff listen to:

What you heard (this song will change your life I swear on of my favorite songs ever made 💗)

Lovely ( it’s so good I can’t even explain it )

Nobody but you ( amazing collab )

Mad riches (love)

Break you off ( one of my recent favs )

and u already know Indonesian fantasies 🔝🔛

What artist do u like to listen to bc I’m sure I probably listen to some of them ?? 💞

sorry this took me forever to type 😭

[eldritchesrpg]

Name: Monique Ford ✖ Age: 30 ✖ Lives On: 9th Floor ✖ Flexibility: Inflexible ✖ Plot: Their Eyes Were Watching ✖ Status: Open ✖ FC: Pearl Mackie

somethin’ ‘bout the city / don’t know what it is / it makes my head get crazy — heroin, lana del rey

personality

❝ Somethin’ ‘bout this weather got these kids goin’ crazy, and I think I might be one of them. Before this, before the lights, I like to think I knew myself. I was bubbly and chipper. I believed in good tomorrows and happy endings. I thought that everything in life could be planned for. Now I see that’s not the case, and I have nothing left to lean on. I’m not that happy girl from before. I’m serious, sharpened; honed. Still, I’m crafty, clever as a fox. In another life, long ago, this would’ve been a sign of my intelligence, but now it’s proof that I’ve changed. Manipulative, calculating ... I play mind games with people because it’s what I’m good at. I can take one look at somebody, at something, and know it. Her hobbies, his misdeeds. It’s good for building relationships, but it’s also good for destroying them. Not that I would ever let myself get caught. As good as I am at seeing people, I’m even better at planning. I may not be able to read leaves like Valentine, but the future is easy to know if you just think on it. The world’s in redundant —people, places —it repeats itself. All patterns are predictable, if you know what to look for. ❞

❝ I don’t worry. There’s no time for that, not anymore. I used to work myself up thinking about deadlines, but that’s pointless. And it’s pointless trying to think for four other people. I used to do well in group projects because I was good at sharing ideas. That’s still somewhere inside of me, but it’s not easy to share with people who are afraid and volatile. Being in the dark has made me selfish, sneaky. I feel like I rat when I run around the halls, making plans for myself and nobody else. I’m not thinking straight; I know that. I get angry because they’re afraid, but I’m afraid too. God, I’m so scared, and it makes me dizzy and frustrated. Mostly with myself, but I take it out on the others. I snap and bite and fight everyone all because I have no control. I like to plan, and there’s nothing to plan for. I wake to total darkness. What next day? What tomorrow? How am I supposed to see patterns when it’s too dark to see my hands? ❞

❝ Can we stop this? Please? Because all I can think about is that girl I used to be, satisfied with life and cheerful. I’m not cheerful, I’m not satisfied. I’m scared and hungry. I’m resistant to change, hate anything that’s too new. I ruin things that are good so I can stay in one familiar place. But I have no control now, no say in what stays the same and what changes. Then I’m not a fox at all; I’m a wolf, and I can feel the beast panting beneath my skin. Everyday it gets angrier and angrier. I’m terrified of what it might do — what I might do; I get frantic. I can’t plan for what I don’t know, and my anxieties get the best of me. They eat me up, the wolf and my fears, and all that’s left is the screaming, blubbering remains of Monique. And when I get like that, there’s no telling and no emotion. There’s only red, and no future and no apartment and no light, but no darkness either. I don’t know who I am when I go there, and I don’t know how to pull myself out. I’m afraid that if I go back into the red place, I won’t come out. ❞

about character

one. My fiancé holds hold my face in his hands. They’re warm, slightly sweaty but scented with citrus. His father, I think, his father has an orange grove. He took me there once, before all of this and before he proposed, and we peeled oranges and tangerines. Long strips of orange and yellow curling in our hands, long strips down to our feet. I sucked the juice off his fingers and fell in love with his darkening eyes. He sucked the juice of my lips and fell in love with my laugh. But now, he holds my face in his hands, and I fear that he is nothing more than a dream. Specter beautiful, specter mine, I search his hands for curls of orange, for white string or pulp beneath his nails. There is none, I know, but I search them anyway. And I search his eyes and mouth, examine his too-pink tongue and too-straight teeth. He is not mine. Too perfect, too lovely. No gap in his teeth, no wrinkle around his eyes. Specter beautiful, specter ... So I let him go, unravel him from my arms in long curling peels. When I wake my dreaming, my mouth is bruised from kisses and my tongue swells with the taste of oranges.

two. Are you happy? I asked this of my mother once while she stood in the kitchen up to her elbows in suds. Her brow furrowed, she licked at her lips. She raised one wet hand and rubbed at the space just above her eyebrow. Mother was silent, wordlessly scrubbing breakfast off the plates. Clumps of pancake, sticky syrup caked on. She licked her lips, rubbed her face with the bone of her wrist. I thought, ridiculously and prophetic, that she was Mommy, but she didn’t look anyone I knew. A stranger, a person with parents and lovers and dreams. A stranger who, in some other time, washed dishes only for herself, that kissed men other than my father. A stranger who had sisters, a brother, who had seen things I hadn’t. And I regretted asking mother if she was happy, hated that she was someone else without me. Distant eyes came to me, taut almost real smile crossed her spit-wet lips. She rubbed her face. Of course, I’m happy.

three. When I was young, I drew maps of the little town where we lived. My mother thought it charming, my father thought it sweet. I thought it complex, exciting. I liked lines, like to measure and draw and paint. Whatever I made, I babied, petted. The walls of my bedroom were lined with maps, and when my walls were full I used my parents’ room, the living room. And all my maps were of our town and the things I knew, and all my maps were the same. But they weren’t, not really, because they changed. On Sunday, Yellow Tree Road was on the left and led into town square. On Tuesday, Yellow Tree Road was short and wandered into a creek. The creeks, tricksters, grew into rivers and lakes, and even those could not stay in place. They jumped, leapt from behind the school to deep in the forest. Water, dirt, everything not made by man (and some things that were) were not permanent. So I learned how to follow, how to trace the changes and take each detail as a lesson. The earth is and it isn’t. Adjustments. It’s all about adjustments.

four. A thought while scavenging for food, a thought about my aunt. About my distinguish aunt, important and high-headed, looking low and smiling with no teeth. I went to see her because I loved her and her garden and her house that smelled like fresh-cut flowers. I went threw the front door open and called her name. No answer. I walked up the stairs, peeked into the rooms, calling. No answer. I went out to her garden, green and glorious, and I saw her. Hunched over, fingers deep in the soil. Chewing. My aunt, my distinguished aunt, with dirt up to her arms and ants crawling on her skin and worms wriggling in her grasp. Her eyes were closed so she did not see that I saw. She didn’t know that I was there, watching as she chewed on roses, sucked the color out of the stems. Her mouth, red. Her hands, red too, but I didn’t know if it was from the flower or the thorns. Her teeth were stained and grassy, disgusting tongue laving at the petals, the buds. She hummed, she hummed and murmured. My aunt, my distinguished aunt, who I visited because I loved her did not see as I walked away, as I left her house. I did not tell, I did not tell anyone, but I never loved her garden the same.

lore

one. I didn’t stop him. I saw him killing that man, but I didn’t stop him. And I wasn’t afraid, it wasn’t because I was afraid, but I watched a man go blue and cold, and I didn’t stop his killer. He let me have the leg and the spleen and the kidney. 

two. The phone rang in Valentine’s apartment. He was fast asleep, smelled faintly of liquor. I picked up the phone and listened. The soft, teary voice asking for her father. Please, please. I told her that he was dead, that something took him too. She cries, but I — click.

three. On the first night, I stay in my apartment and pace. On the second night, I sleep in Anansi’s apartment and talk until I’m tired enough to drop. On the fifth night I watch Anansi flick the flashlight on and off, on and off, rabidly and then slowly. On and off and ... I pretend to sleep. She flicks the flashlight.

[itsravenbitch]

my void success story💞🦋

(1st void story)

it’s 7:30 pm right now and i got into the void last night and i’ve been processing everything ALL DAYY… chilleeee it’s overwhelmingly exciting!

so in this post i’ll tell y’all HOW i got into the void and WHAT i manifested. but yall the way i woke up is my favoritee thing ever🥰

***long post ahead***

nowww how did i get into the void

i got in at night but anytime works as y’all know

1. i did a meditation [for the 1st time] a little bit before going to bed just because .. that shits super relaxing 10/10 recommend

2. anyway i set an alarm for 5 hours cause i read it somewhere that when you do, you get sleep paralysis so mmhm that’s what i did

3. i went to sleep with the intention of the void being easy to get into and yeah. it was a cool lil 5 hours.

4. thennnn my loud ass alexa alarm went off i told her to shut up and i just lied there.. they key is when the alarm goes off you don’t open your eyes and don’t move too much. this will get your body into SP. then your mind is awake and your body is dead asleep.

*in case it wasn’t obvious already make sure you’re not falling asleep again after waking up*

6. igh so boom… here we are now in SP . at this point i just repeated a few void affirmations. and i started getting THEE floating feeling, i was elevating the WHOLE time til i stopped.. then i got this falling feeling. i literally fell all the way from where i was and then i slowed down. right after i felt this shift .. AND BOOM BITCH I WAS IN THE VOIDD!!!! it was pitch black and the rest of the other stuff you experience when you’re in the void . moving on .

all i said was “gimme the life i’ve been deserving of” and i was out that ho. 🏎

tbh i wasn’t even scared cause i was ready for any of the symptoms .

so now what you probably wanna know. what did i manifesttt ???

so overall, i basically got my dream life so here’s kinda what that looks like

🦋my physical appearance: i got my desired face and body, as well as going from itty bitty 5’2 to big mf heavy stepper 5’8 mmmhmm. i reduced my titties and shii 😂 i had really ugly finger nails but they look really well kept now: and my toenails. they look like girl toes now. my skinnnn.. i can’t stop touching it.. it’s so soft 😌

🦋a lil boo thang or whatever: ooouu i’m not gon say teww much butttt.. yall i’m allll about black love so y’all already knoww… darkskin, muscular, gives THE best hugs ANDDD he’s from brooklyn, ny. and he got the accent and his voice is deep and a lil 🤏🏽 raspy ughhh ifykyk

🦋 tesla model y and my driver’s license: so i’m 17 and i didn’t get my license at 16 like most do. i actually didn’t even go to drivers ed fr. but that all changed of courseee. and to go with it i got a tesla. i got a black exterior , white interior , model y . i got in the car and knew exactly what to do lmao i was mind blown and overwhelmed with excitement.

🦋 my parents allowing me and my sisters to smoke: ok, i would like to start with the fact that my parents are african ok? and ifykyk! so me and my older sister like to smoke a lil weed and obviously my parent weren’t cool w that but they are now and it’s so weirddd.. like me and her go to the backyard and smoke and they just ignore it.. my dad yell at the fact that we smoke in MY SISTERS car tho and i’m like bro it NOT YOUR CARRR. he need to relax, he need some weed fr.

🦋desired friend group: i live in a predominantly white area and please don’t get me wrong but i just feel like i connect with my sistas better. but again where i live limits that so y’all already know wtf i did. i manifested 3 close friends and they really make my life so much better 💞

🦋moneyyy ofc: nothing much to say but i definitely won’t be worrying about money

🦋a fun life: i go out w friends , my bf takes me on fancy dates , i have a car now, so i take my little sister shopping and i love spoiling her . school is so easy so i don’t worry about it, my days are productive but fun, i have a great social life. and i’m traveling next weeekk.

🦋school goes by fast: even though i have late arrival bc ima senior i be tryna gtfo

🦋i got a cat: vivi is my munchkin kitten she’s so so tiny and i love her but i swear she love my man more than she love me bro.. ion know i might have to get on her ass.

🦋instant manifestation forever and perfect self concept: i would say my sc before the void was decent but now it’s perfect and that was the goal. and my manifestations are instant. seconds…

that about wraps this post right tf up. uhh like i said i’ve been adjusting to my new life , experiencing new things , just enjoying my life with no job , all the money i need and my only priority being school .

if y’all want the story about how i woke up from the void lemme know and i might make a post on it .

have a great morning , afternoon , evening , or night

[georgiapeach30513]

OMG when did Otto change his last name to Baizen and what was it like to everyone? I mean if it's anything like when Icy got her name changed, I'm gonna have another day of crying over this au 😭

I didn't exclusively say when he did. He was always going to have an earlier name change, but had I said it sooner, you would have known who Story was going to marry. Since everything seems to be about Story's wedding, let's go in reverse, and see the day that Otto changed his name. He did come home with the name White, in fact, in The Rings Otto knows that his name was changed, this happened while he was three.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Otto Ransom Baizen

Summary:  Otto wants to know why everyone’s last name is different

Pairings:  Story/Carter X Otto

Rating:  🥺

Warnings: Otto, Carter tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  800

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Story sits on the bed, her knees propped up as she finishes a quick draft for her next book.  Carter on the bed beside her just watching.  “You’re amazing.”

“You say that everyday, Baizen,” she closes up her computer, and he turns to kiss along her jaw.  Teeth nipping along the perimeter.  “I don’t think we have time.”

“I know, I just want to make out with you for a minute,” he fully lays her flat on the bed, while his lips connect to every part of her.  

“Why were you talking to daddy today?”

“Story, we only a few minutes,” normally he wouldn’t care, but for right now, he wants to leave that conversation alone.

“I know, but I don’t need you to get me too hot and bothered, so I just want to talk,” her megawatt smile beams up at him, and he lowers his head in defeat.  She could always get to him easily.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now,” while Story thinks it’s possibly a proposal, it’s not.  Carter had wanted to talk to Ransom about buying some land on the estate property for him to build Story’s dream home.  Her very own castle.

As he she pulls him back in for a kiss, the door squeaks open slowly and they turn to see their chubby faced boy, “Can I sweep in hewe for a wittle bit?”

“Come on baby,” he runs over to the bed, only for Story to pull him up to her chest.  Carter ruffling his hair, while she clings to her tiny little boy.

“Can you teww me da stowy of how daddy climbed up youw towew?” Otto once had thought that Story was making it up, thought that she had over-romanticized the moment that Carter knew she was more than just a little girl.  He adds in his own little tidbits about how he knew that Story was the one, and that no one else could ever compare.  “You you didn’t wuv hew as wong as she wuved you.”

“No, but your mom is so much younger than me.  I didn’t see her as someone to love in that way.”

Otto sits back and thinks a bit about his parents.  How they’re all in so many ways different.  “Why do I have a diffewent wast name again?”

“White, is your angel daddy’s name,” Story reminds him.  After the initial shock wore off, and she was reluctantly honest with Carter about her relationship with Dayton, she wished she would have given Otto the Drysdale last name.  Carter is always calm when talking about Dayton with Otto, but as soon as their alone, he just wants to hold Story tightly.  Wishing that he would have listened to her when she begged him to make her leave him.  Always with the simple, ‘I should have known princess’.

“How come we aww have diffewent wast names?”

“Well, Drysdale is the name I got from my daddy.  You got your name from your angel daddy.”

“But, daddy you wuv mommy wight?” Carter nods head, snuggling in closer to him and Story.  “Weww, we shouwd aww have da same wast name,” Carter’s eyes look up at Story, and his lip trembles.

“Aw, babe,” her hand presses up against his cheek and she peppers kisses all over his face.  Her lips absorbing each of his tears.

“Daddy what’s wong?  I won’t change my wast name if you’we gonna cwy.”

“Daddy’s just happy.  So you wanna change your last name?” he nods happily, his big eyes shining up at his dad, “You want me to be your real dad or just change your last name?”

“You awe my weal dad, siwwy,” with a little shimmy, he pushes himself further down in the bed.  His eyes closes softly, “I wuv you daddy, wuv you mommy.”

Story’s fingers rub gently over his arm, giving him his ‘arm tickles’ that he loves so much.  The two of them just watching the precious boy, “Do you want to adopt him, Carter?  Like, him be officially yours?” she rolls her eyes to look up at him.  “I know we’re not married, but I feel we’re going in that direction, and dad adopted Icy before him and mom were married, and I just think if something happens to me, they...she would have rights to him, but if you adopted,” Carter stops her train of thought by pressing his lips against hers.  

The two of them sniffling, but still not able to get enough of each other.  “I want him to officially be my son.  Nobody is taking him from us, okay?”

“Good.  Because he’s right where he belongs,” she gives him a soft kiss and pulls away, “In time...maybe we could...I want more kids with you Carter, always saw us with a house full of little girls.”

“I’ll take a mini Story any day, princess.”

“So, you want more?” 

“I’ll take as many as you give me.”

She gives him that signature smile, “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 2

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

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“Connow! Teww Stacy to stawwwwp!”

Lying on the ground with Stacy straddling her tummy, Skye covered her face with both arms as Stacy attempted to pry them open. “Dis isn funny! I don wanna pway makeup! Connow!” she shouted, shielding herself from the barrage of makeup products Stacy had at her disposal.

“Don be such a baby! I pwomise to make chu extwa pwetty,” teased Stacy, giggling as she continued to use her superior height to torment the Padded Palace’s shortest member. She clenched her thighs together, squishing Skye’s guts in hopes of weakening her arms enough to tuck them between her legs.

Unfortunately for Stacy, Skye’s cries for help had paid off as a pair of arms placed themselves underneath Stacy’s armpits before yanking her upward and freeing Skye. “C’mon, Stacy, I know Latasha just talked to you about this,” said Connor, shaking his head as he set Stacy aside and moved to help Skye to her feet, “If you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to tell Latasha when she gets back from the store.”

Folding her arms, Stacy’s gaze narrowed as she got in close to Connor’s ear. “Walk away, or else this won’t be the only thing Latasha hears about,” she whispered just soft enough for Skye not to hear. 

Sighing, Connor’s expression immediately soured. “Go play with the others, Skye. I need to talk to Stacy for a second,” he said, petting the top of Skye’s head passively as he shooed her away.”

“O-otays,” said Skye meekly as she read way too much into the headpats Connor was gracing her with. She let a relieved smile cross her face as she tiptoed over to the stuffed animal nook in search of her comfort plushie, Lyle.

Left alone with Stacy, Connor’s posture slouched as he shifted out of his well-crafted caregiver persona. “That photo doesn’t give you a free pass to torment Skye and the others. If someone’s crying for help, I’m not just going to look the other way,” he said plainly, keeping a calm yet serious tone so as not to alert the other Littles to their conversation.

“And what if I say it does, huh? What then?” said Stacy, biting her lip at the power she held over Connor. It made her insatiably wet in the best of ways. She may have been a Little but even a Little could get off on having complete dominance over someone, “I’m just messing with you, silly head. Oh, by the way, don’t forget to mention my sleepover idea to Latasha. Your adulthood literally depends on it.” Her evil smirk faded as she got down on all fours and crawled off with her makeup back in hand, wiggling her diapered rump at Connor tauntingly.

Trudging toward the rocking chair solemnly, Connor plopped himself down and began scratching the back of his left hand anxiously. Nearly two months had passed since the fateful day that Stacy caught him in pull-ups and she hadn’t let him forget about it for a second. Whether it was letting her off easy on eating her vegetables at lunch or helping her to win at whatever board game they were playing, she demanded special treatment at every turn or else there would be dire consequences.

With how often Stacy flaunted her blackmail, Connor had wrestled with the idea of ripping the band-aid off himself and coming clean to Latasha. Sure, Latasha would probably punish him and Stacy would probably tell the others out of spite and she might even post the picture online and then…this was why he hadn’t said anything yet. Anytime he got even close to talking himself into a confessional, he’d overthink the consequences to the point of inaction. Tragically, the only real course of action he had that kept his standing with Latasha and the others was compliance, for better or worse.

“Littles! I’m hoooooooome!” All eyes turned to the nursery door as Latasha's melodious voice echoed throughout the Palace. 

Scrambling to her feet with Lyle tucked under her armpit, Skye spirited out of the nursery, too excited to wait for Latasha to come to her. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” she screamed, forcing Latasha to drop the two large shopping bags she had in her hands as she leaped into her arms. 

“Oh, my goodness! I’m under attack!” said Latasha playfully as she stumbled backward, placing her arms under Skye’s squelchy bottom for support, “Orrr…is it YOU who’s under attack?!” Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she began to mercilessly kiss Skye’s cheeks, extracting a wealth of giggles from her precious Little.

Not far behind Skye was the rest of Skye’s padded posse, all of whom were far more interested in the goodies that Latasha had brought home as they dug through the pair of bags with the CrissBaby Diaper Company logo on them. “Whoa! Chu gots so much good stuff!” said Ellie, gawking at the wide array of ABDL products Latasha procured, “Oh, sweet! Chu gots Lisp Lollies! Can I twy one?!” She pulled out the small, circular package containing eighteen CrissBaby Lisp Lollies.

Setting Skye down, Latasha plucked the box of tongue-numbing candy from Ellie’s hands and placed it back into the shopping bag. “Sorry, Ellie. These are for the convention this weekend. If there are any left when we get back, I’ll make sure at least one has your name on it,” she said, cupping Ellie’s chin gently before grabbing the twin bags and ferrying them into the kitchen.

“Ugh! I’m sho jelly of chu two! I wanna go to CrissCon! Daddy’s being such a fuddy-duddy this year,” moaned Riri, neglecting to mention the four-digit cost she and Martin racked up on their last big convention trip earlier that same year.

Peaking into one of the shopping bags, Connor was almost in shock over how much Latasha had picked up. “Wow, this is a lot of stuff for a three-day trip. I thought you said the con provides free diapers,” he said, staring down at two large packages of CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxes.

“They do but it’s also several hours of driving each way. Plus, some people like to host room parties. It’s me, by the way. I’m some people, ” said Latasha in a matter-of-fact voice, bonking Connor on the head with a roll of paper towels as she began setting up for lunch. Glancing around the room and noticing all of the Littles were too preoccupied with the shopping bags, she decided to sneak in a quick diaper check on Connor, reaching in between his legs from behind and cupping the front of his pull-up, “Good boy but you know, you can make them a little wet for Mommy if you're feeling naughty.”

“Shhhhh, they’ll hear you,” whispered Connor, his heart skipping a beat as he shooed Latasha’s hand away. His face turned red as a tomato as his eyes went from Little to Little to make sure no one saw anything. Thankfully, none of them appeared to have seen anything. 

Placing a tender hand on Connor’s butt, Latasha responded, “No, they won’t. I’ve never been caught once. Though, they’ll definitely know something’s up if you keep blushing like that,” she said, swatting Connor’s booty and causing him to jump slightly, “Golly, you are just too fun to tease. Never change, Connie-kins.”

Hearing his feminized Little’s name instantly perked up Connor’s little buddy, who was already on high alert after being fondled during the diaper check. Latasha knew just how to push his buttons. And the “worst” part was that she knew how much he loved it, giving her the green light to keep button-mashing.

Sadly, Connor was unable to enjoy his horny moment with Latasha as Stacy rounded the corner into the kitchen, leaning against the wall and flashing a smug smile in his direction. “H-Hey, Latasha, mind if I ask you something?” he said, acting as casually as possible given the circumstances. Thankfully, since Latasha had already gotten him riled up, he could easily pass off his nerves as arousal, as embarrassing as that would be. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he launched into the speech Stacy had prepared for him like a well-trained dog, “Since you’re heading out super early on Friday for the Con, I thought it might be a fun idea for the other girls to sleep over Friday night and throw their own little room party right here in the Padded Palace. Of course, I’d be here the whole time to chaperone.”

“Hmmm…if you’re sure you can handle it, then I think it sounds like a great idea! Though, we will need to get permission from Carol and Martin first,” said Latasha, not thinking twice about why Connor would suggest giving himself more work, “I really love seeing you take this kind of initiative. You’re becoming such a good caregiver, Connor.” She wrapped her arms around Connor’s torso and pulled him in for a hug, expressing the trust and love she had for Connor through her touch. 

With his eyes locked on Stacy, Connor was unable to feel the energy Latasha was bestowing upon him, feeling as though he was completely undeserving of his secret Mommy’s kind words. Stacy’s blackmail was one thing, but the guilt of leveraging Latasha’s trust against her haunted him more than anything. 

Regrettably, Connor wasn’t the only one whose anxiety was skyrocketing. Sandwiched between Ellie and Riri as the pair continued to sift through the plethora of ABDL items, Skye couldn’t take her eyes off of the hug that Connor and Latasha were sharing. For two months, she’d stewed over how close Connor and Latasha kept growing. Latasha may have been her Mommy, but their relationship was not a romantic one. No matter how much she loved Latasha, her heart longed for the warmth of a Daddy and a lover, and she wanted Connor to be both. “Mommy! I hungy,” she shouted, tactically capturing Latasha’s attention away from Connor. It may have only been a temporary fix was the most she could do without giving away her feelings.

“Don’t worry, baby! Mommy’s getting to work!” said Latasha, unaware of how much her chipper attitude stood in direct contrast with the feelings of just about everyone who shared the room with her. Instead, all she could think about was how excited she was to finally have a weekend alone with Skye for the first time in so long. With Connor and the other Littles around at all times, she often felt she didn’t do enough to make Skye feel like her special Little girl. A weekend retreat to an ABDL convention was just what the doctor ordered! “I hope everyone’s hungry, cuz Mama’s cooking up something extra yummy!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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the tell tale heart by Edgar Allan Poe but worse

Twue! --newvous --vewy, vewy dweadfuwwy newvous i had been and am; but why wiww you say that i am mad? the disease had shawpened my senses --not destwoyed --not duwwed them. Above aww was the sense of heawing acute. I heawd aww things in the heaven and in the eawth. I heawd many things in heww. How, then, am i mad? heawken! and obsewve how heawthiwy --how cawmwy i can teww you the whowe stowy.

it is impossibwe to say how fiwst the idea entewed my bwain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object thewe was none. Passion thewe was none. I woved the owd man. He had nevew wwonged me. He had nevew given me insuwt. Fow his gowd i had no desiwe. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! he had the eye of a vuwtuwe --a pawe bwue eye, with a fiwm ovew it. Whenevew it feww upon me, my bwood wan cowd; and so by degwees --vewy gwaduawwy --i made up my mind to take the wife of the owd man, and thus wid mysewf of the eye fowevew.

now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you shouwd have seen me. You shouwd have seen how wisewy i pwoceeded --with what caution --with what fowesight --with what dissimuwation i went to wowk! i was nevew kindew to the owd man than duwing the whowe week befowe i kiwwed him. And evewy night, about midnight, i tuwned the watch of his doow and opened it --oh so gentwy! and then, when i had made an opening sufficient fow my head, i put in a dawk wantewn, aww cwosed, cwosed, that no wight shone out, and then i thwust in my head. Oh, you wouwd have waughed to see how cunningwy i thwust it in! i moved it swowwy --vewy, vewy swowwy, so that i might not distuwb the owd man's sweep. It took me an houw to pwace my whowe head within the opening so faw that i couwd see him as he way upon his bed. Ha! wouwd a madman have been so wise as this, and then, when my head was weww in the woom, i undid the wantewn cautiouswy-oh, so cautiouswy --cautiouswy (fow the hinges cweaked) --i undid it just so much that a singwe thin way feww upon the vuwtuwe eye. And this i did fow seven wong nights --evewy night just at midnight --but i found the eye awways cwosed; and so it was impossibwe to do the wowk; fow it was not the owd man who vexed me, but his eviw eye. And evewy mowning, when the day bwoke, i went bowdwy into the chambew, and spoke couwageouswy to him, cawwing him by name in a heawty tone, and inquiwing how he has passed the night. So you see he wouwd have been a vewy pwofound owd man, indeed, to suspect that evewy night, just at twewve, i wooked in upon him whiwe he swept.

upon the eighth night i was mowe than usuawwy cautious in opening the doow. A watch's minute hand moves mowe quickwy than did mine. Nevew befowe that night had i fewt the extent of my own powews --of my sagacity. I couwd scawcewy contain my feewings of twiumph. To think that thewe i was, opening the doow, wittwe by wittwe, and he not even to dweam of my secwet deeds ow thoughts. I faiwwy chuckwed at the idea; and pewhaps he heawd me; fow he moved on the bed suddenwy, as if stawtwed. Now you may think that i dwew back --but no. His woom was as bwack as pitch with the thick dawkness, (fow the shuttews wewe cwose fastened, thwough feaw of wobbews,) and so i knew that he couwd not see the opening of the doow, and i kept pushing it on steadiwy, steadiwy. I had my head in, and was about to open the wantewn, when my thumb swipped upon the tin fastening, and the owd man spwang up in bed, cwying out --"who's thewe?" i kept quite stiww and said nothing. Fow a whowe houw i did not move a muscwe, and in the meantime i did not heaw him wie down. He was stiww sitting up in the bed wistening; --just as i have done, night aftew night, heawkening to the death watches in the waww.

pwesentwy i heawd a swight gwoan, and i knew it was the gwoan of mowtaw tewwow. It was not a gwoan of pain ow of gwief --oh, no! --it was the wow stifwed sound that awises fwom the bottom of the souw when ovewchawged with awe. I knew the sound weww. Many a night, just at midnight, when aww the wowwd swept, it has wewwed up fwom my own bosom, deepening, with its dweadfuw echo, the tewwows that distwacted me. I say i knew it weww. I knew what the owd man fewt, and pitied him, awthough i chuckwed at heawt. I knew that he had been wying awake evew since the fiwst swight noise, when he had tuwned in the bed. His feaws had been evew since gwowing upon him. He had been twying to fancy them causewess, but couwd not. He had been saying to himsewf --"it is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is onwy a mouse cwossing the fwoow," ow "it is mewewy a cwicket which has made a singwe chiwp." yes, he had been twying to comfowt himsewf with these suppositions: but he had found aww in vain. Aww in vain; because death, in appwoaching him had stawked with his bwack shadow befowe him, and envewoped the victim. And it was the mouwnfuw infwuence of the unpewceived shadow that caused him to feew --awthough he neithew saw now heawd --to feew the pwesence of my head within the woom.

when i had waited a wong time, vewy patientwy, without heawing him wie down, i wesowved to open a wittwe --a vewy, vewy wittwe cwevice in the wantewn. So i opened it --you cannot imagine how steawthiwy, steawthiwy --untiw, at wength a simpwe dim way, wike the thwead of the spidew, shot fwom out the cwevice and feww fuww upon the vuwtuwe eye. It was open --wide, wide open --and i gwew fuwious as i gazed upon it. I saw it with pewfect distinctness --aww a duww bwue, with a hideous veiw ovew it that chiwwed the vewy mawwow in my bones; but i couwd see nothing ewse of the owd man's face ow pewson: fow i had diwected the way as if by instinct, pwecisewy upon the damned spot. And have i not towd you that what you mistake fow madness is but ovew-acuteness of the sense? --now, i say, thewe came to my eaws a wow, duww, quick sound, such as a watch makes when envewoped in cotton. I knew that sound weww, too. It was the beating of the owd man's heawt. It incweased my fuwy, as the beating of a dwum stimuwates the sowdiew into couwage.

but even yet i wefwained and kept stiww. I scawcewy bweathed. I hewd the wantewn motionwess. I twied how steadiwy i couwd maintain the way upon the eve. Meantime the hewwish tattoo of the heawt incweased. It gwew quickew and quickew, and woudew and woudew evewy instant. The owd man's tewwow must have been extweme! it gwew woudew, i say, woudew evewy moment! --do you mawk me weww i have towd you that i am newvous: so i am. And now at the dead houw of the night, amid the dweadfuw siwence of that owd house, so stwange a noise as this excited me to uncontwowwabwe tewwow. Yet, fow some minutes wongew i wefwained and stood stiww. But the beating gwew woudew, woudew! i thought the heawt must buwst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound wouwd be heawd by a neighbouw! the owd man's houw had come! with a woud yeww, i thwew open the wantewn and weaped into the woom. He shwieked once --once onwy. In an instant i dwagged him to the fwoow, and puwwed the heavy bed ovew him. I then smiwed gaiwy, to find the deed so faw done. But, fow many minutes, the heawt beat on with a muffwed sound. This, howevew, did not vex me; it wouwd not be heawd thwough the waww. At wength it ceased. The owd man was dead. I wemoved the bed and examined the cowpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I pwaced my hand upon the heawt and hewd it thewe many minutes. Thewe was no puwsation. He was stone dead. His eye wouwd twoubwe me no mowe.

if stiww you think me mad, you wiww think so no wongew when i descwibe the wise pwecautions i took fow the conceawment of the body. The night waned, and i wowked hastiwy, but in siwence. Fiwst of aww i dismembewed the cowpse. I cut off the head and the awms and the wegs. I then took up thwee pwanks fwom the fwoowing of the chambew, and deposited aww between the scantwings. I then wepwaced the boawds so cwevewwy, so cunningwy, that no human eye --not even his --couwd have detected any thing wwong. Thewe was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no bwood-spot whatevew. I had been too wawy fow that. A tub had caught aww --ha! ha! when i had made an end of these wabows, it was fouw o'cwock --stiww dawk as midnight. As the beww sounded the houw, thewe came a knocking at the stweet doow. I went down to open it with a wight heawt, --fow what had i now to feaw? thewe entewed thwee men, who intwoduced themsewves, with pewfect suavity, as officews of the powice. A shwiek had been heawd by a neighbouw duwing the night; suspicion of fouw pway had been awoused; infowmation had been wodged at the powice office, and they (the officews) had been deputed to seawch the pwemises. I smiwed, --fow what had i to feaw? i bade the gentwemen wewcome. The shwiek, i said, was my own in a dweam. The owd man, i mentioned, was absent in the countwy. I took my visitows aww ovew the house. I bade them seawch --seawch weww. I wed them, at wength, to his chambew. I showed them his tweasuwes, secuwe, undistuwbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, i bwought chaiws into the woom, and desiwed them hewe to west fwom theiw fatigues, whiwe i mysewf, in the wiwd audacity of my pewfect twiumph, pwaced my own seat upon the vewy spot beneath which weposed the cowpse of the victim.

the officews wewe satisfied. My mannew had convinced them. I was singuwawwy at ease. They sat, and whiwe i answewed cheewiwy, they chatted of famiwiaw things. But, ewe wong, i fewt mysewf getting pawe and wished them gone. My head ached, and i fancied a winging in my eaws: but stiww they sat and stiww chatted. The winging became mowe distinct: --it continued and became mowe distinct: i tawked mowe fweewy to get wid of the feewing: but it continued and gained definiteness --untiw, at wength, i found that the noise was not within my eaws. No doubt i now gwew vewy pawe; --but i tawked mowe fwuentwy, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound incweased --and what couwd i do? it was a wow, duww, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when envewoped in cotton. I gasped fow bweath --and yet the officews heawd it not. I tawked mowe quickwy --mowe vehementwy; but the noise steadiwy incweased. I awose and awgued about twifwes, in a high key and with viowent gesticuwations; but the noise steadiwy incweased. Why wouwd they not be gone? i paced the fwoow to and fwo with heavy stwides, as if excited to fuwy by the obsewvations of the men --but the noise steadiwy incweased. Oh god! what couwd i do? i foamed --i waved --i swowe! i swung the chaiw upon which i had been sitting, and gwated it upon the boawds, but the noise awose ovew aww and continuawwy incweased. It gwew woudew --woudew --woudew! and stiww the men chatted pweasantwy, and smiwed. Was it possibwe they heawd not? awmighty god! --no, no! they heawd! --they suspected! --they knew! --they wewe making a mockewy of my howwow!-this i thought, and this i think. But anything was bettew than this agony! anything was mowe towewabwe than this dewision! i couwd beaw those hypocwiticaw smiwes no wongew! i fewt that i must scweam ow die! and now --again! --hawk! woudew! woudew! woudew! woudew!

"viwwains!" i shwieked, "dissembwe no mowe! i admit the deed! --teaw up the pwanks! hewe, hewe! --it is the beating of his hideous heawt!"