#why’d i get so mushy

[fyodior]

okay so youve read the manga which means i can send things related to it.

BSD MANGA SPOILERS

chuuya,,, vampire,,, drowning,,,,

BUT VAMPIRE CHUUYA MMMM VAMPIRES YESYESYES

im p sure that vamps have some sense of control, so chuuya isnt completely out of it. vampire chuuya biting you,,,, vampire chuuya, i really like vampires so sexy

dazai sending messages to his s/o through the heart beats to ango but they don't actually go through bc he gets flustered and his heart rate increases. if ango DOES figure it out and actually try to send it to you you get super embarrassed bc. its the most filthy things ever. MAYBE HE EVEN ENCODED IT SO ANGO CANT READ IT EITHER OOOO. me off to make a secret code that only me and my lover can speak 🏃

sigma. my baby sigma. he is my minecraft skin. you called chuuyas waist slutty??? sigma has a split dye and heels and eshdfjksdf. HE OWNS A CASINO TOO PEOPLE FORGET THAT. so bbg. hes rich too so. sugar daddy sigma <333 or sigma just paying you so he can get cuddles <333 AQUAINTANCES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS WHERE SIGMA JUST HIRES YOU TO HANG OUT WITH HIM. little baby is so stressed after being composed, he just needs a hug <333

and i can just IMAGINE nikolai and the things he does with his ABILITY SHDJKFSHDF. just randomly fingering your pussy in public (fucking asshole with no self-restraint <3)

fedya and dazai are restless and stinky after being in prison for so long, if either of them get out i can just imagine taking a loooooong bath with them, scrubbing their stinky hair. lets hope the heavy water has some soap in it because my goodness they look NASTY. still fuckable though. dazai will always be fuckable.

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yes vampire sexy but it actually makes me sad that chuuya is a vampire now djdjsje like that poor man has been thru enough trauma to last 10 lifetimes already and now he’s fucking undead 😭

the heartbeat thing tho to ango 💀💀 ango is sweating and refuses to look you in ur eyes to tell you that dazai says he “wants to fuck you raw until you can’t remember your own name”

poor baby sigma i love him to death i just want to kiss and cuddle him and give him a home 🥺

i want to give my stinky boys the longest nicest bubbliest best smelling bath and scrub them so good and just love on them so much until they feel so much better 🥺🥺🥺 imagine fyodor purring while you shampoo him and scratch his scalp

kolya fingering you in public mf would do that even without an ability shdjshdkshdsj

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 20

Gardening

Pairing; Mountain/Swiss

Notes; bit of a shorty today, also based off of a video i saw many moons ago about the same problem. do not paint or put glitter on plants! it is sad and takes away their natural beauty. thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for putting together the prompts list!

Swiss was stuck to Mountain’s side since his summoning. Wherever the earth ghoul went, Swiss was a foot behind. He wasn’t as quiet or as stoic some of the siblings thought he was. He had his moments, sure, but the ghoul was cocky and full of emotion, never without it. He was a constant tease, too; holding items away from Dewdrop and cackling while the fire ghoul was steaming out of his old gills and ears, tapping Aether with his tail multiple times and acting oblivious when Aether became flustered, unaware of who was trying to talk to him (“is one of the girls around?”). Spooking poor Cumulus every morning when she made her tea. 

But Swiss did love when he was focused, when he was actually stoic. It was incredibly hot.

Swiss barged into the greenhouse after his chores were complete, ready to be next to the earthly giant again after being away from him for so long. He stopped himself from yelling just in time, Mountain hunched over at his workbench with a neon pink plant in his hands. Swiss stalked over and his head began to slowly tilt to get a better look at the plant. It seemed to be one of the succulents from a small section of his garden, but… pinker.

His eyes didn’t stay focused on it long, though, immediately going back to watching Mountain’s face. It was as if he didn’t hear Swiss enter, which was likely. His brows were pinched together in concentration, lips parted just enough for his tongue to poke through. He was breathing deeply, a sense of calmness in his face despite the pinch in his eyes and brows. Ultra focused; incredibly hot. 

Swiss stood at the workbench and Mountain didn’t look up. He had a towel in hand, wiping away what seemed to be pink paint off the plant. It looked brittle, from his perspective.

The earth ghoul hummed lowly, enough of an assurance that he was aware of Swiss’ presence. Swiss grinned. 

“What happened to that poor soul?” Swiss leaned against the table with his elbows, head placed into his open palm.

Mountain took in a deep breath as he straightened up, back popping in a couple different spots. He let out a heavy sigh.

“One of the siblings found this at a department store.” Mountain grimaced down at the plant, his eyes still not meeting Swiss’. "It can't soak up the sun with all this paint on it, so they brought it to me to fix it."

Swiss scoffed. “Why’d they do that? ‘S ugly as shit.”

“I know.” Mountain put the towel down. “I’m trying to get this shit off before I use my magic,” he waved his hand around for dramatics, “but it’s being as stubborn as an ass.”

“That sounds like something the Cardinal would say.” Swiss chuckled

Mountain tilted his head sideways, eyes finally looking at Swiss, and smiled. “Guess I’ve been hanging around the guy too much.”

Swiss returned the smile with his toothy grin. “Need any help with that?” 

Mountain glanced back at the plant, eyes sad but determined. “I think some warm water would help ease the paint off, if you could grab that.”

“Okay.” Swiss stood up with a stretch of his arms. “Anything else?”

Mountain shrugged with one shoulder and looked back at the multi ghoul with an almost shy smile. “Your company is always welcome.”

Swiss’ grin grew wider, showing off his full fangs. “You got it, juniper.”

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Twelve - First Time

Ship: Aurora/Phantom

Notes: Aurora and Phantom having sex for the first time. Not necessarily explicit but still mature for this chapter. Also Aurora is a air/water multi so has water ghoul traits like gills and being wet. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count:  1354

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Phantom wasn’t sure how to go about it. He couldn’t deny, nor hide how crazy Aurora made him. They were inseparable since they were summoned together and it meant Phantom was nearly constantly forced to keep his shit together around Aurora. Her smile, the way she laughs, loud and unabashed, how her flirting seems effortless. All of it makes Phantom want to melt into a puddle.

As it turns out the feelings are mutual.

As Phantom sits on the couch fidgeting and trying to work up the courage to subtly proposition her like he's seen the older ghouls do with each other, Aurora emerges from the kitchen. She eyes him and plants her hands on her hips in a sassy little move that has the other ghouls in the common room smirking.

“So are we doing it or not?”

Phantom turns bright red. “Wha?”

“Are we going to have sex or not?”

“Right now?”

“If you want to.”

“Ah, yes! I want to!”

“Then come on then.”

As the two of them disappear to Aurora’s room the rest of the pack dissolves into giggles.

“Bahaha that’s one way to do it!” Swiss laughs.

“Did you teach her that?” Cumulus eyes Cirrus.

“I wish. I couldn’t teach her that sass if I wanted.” Cirrus snorts.

In Aurora’s room however, both ghouls are so silent they could hear a rat squeak. They sit on her bed, still clothed and several feet apart from each other.

“So now what?” Aurora asks, her cheeks now pinking in nervousness.

“I thought you knew?”

“Of course not! This is my first time!”

“Me too!”

They blink at each other before bursting into giggles.

“Why’d you march out like that then?” Phantom manages between giggles.

“I thought I would need to impress you first.” She admits.

“Huh, but you already have. If you haven’t noticed I’m a nervous wreck around you.”

“I thought you were just shy?”

“Well that too but…”

“So we’ve both been dancing around this for months then, huh?”

“Haha, I guess so.”

“So, wanna do something about it?” A bit of her earlier sass creeps back into her tone.

“Uh huh! But where do we start?”

“Oh yeah. Uhh, kissing?”

“Sure.”

What quickly follows is the usual first kiss awkwardness. First they hesitate to lean in, smiling embarrassedly at each other. When they finally do lean in, they both make the mistake of closing their eyes. They go straight for it, neither of them tilting their head so they end up bonking noses. Phantom cups his nose in shock and Aurora falls over backwards giggling.

“Well that was romantic.” Phantom deadpans, only causing Aurora to laugh harder.

When she recovers she sits back up. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear! It's just the situation. Okay to try again?”

He nods and they lean in more slowly. At the last second Aurora tilts her head and this time their lips end up gently brushing. They pull away quickly but emboldened by success, they try again. This time they hold it a little longer, press a little harder.

“Wanna try with tongue now?” Phantom asks.

“Okay.”

They do, experimenting with parting their lips and exploring each other’s mouths. It’s a little awkward at first but they find a rhythm. After a longer more confident kiss they pull away a bit breathless.

“How was that?” Phantom asks.

“Good! I think I see why the others like this so much. Do you want to keep going?”

“Yeah. So clothes off next? Only if you’re comfortable though.”

“Yeah, that’s okay!” She starts to take her shirt off but then stops. “Want to get each other’s clothes?”

“Okay!” Phantom helps Aurora slip her shirt and shorts off until she’s left in her bra and panties. Aurora does the same for him until he's down to his boxers. Now that there's no way of hiding the bulge in his boxers he blushes, shy.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Aurora instantly checks in.

“Just feel nervous. I’m okay to keep going though.”

“Don’t worry. I’m nervous too. Excited too though.” She reaches for his hand. When he gives it, she slowly brings it to her panties allowing him to see how wet they’ve gotten.

He gasps then smiles, the little confirmation of her arousal helping his own nerves.

“Keep going?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

They peel off the last layers of clothing and they’re suddenly bare to each other.

It’s not the first time seeing each other naked. They saw each other when they were summoned of course, before blankets were draped over them and they were whisked off to baths and clothes. Still they were scared and disoriented then. Not exactly the time to do much ogling.

Now though they can go slow and admire. Eyes trace curves and lines. Tentative hands soon follow. Aurora’s hands find the slight plush swell of Phantom’s tummy and his gravitate to her little tits.

They let their hands wander curiously. Aurora’s trace lines of vitiligo on Phantom’s chest while his gently run over the back of her neck on the way to her scalp. Along the way he accidentally brushes her neck gills and she hisses.

“Ahh sorry! Are you okay?”

“Do that again.”

“Wha?”

“Do that again!”

“Okay…”

Phantom repeats the motion, stroking his fingers over her gills and she moans. Their eyes meet in shocked eye contact.

“Well,” She chuckles. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

Phantom continues petting at the outer fringes of her gills. Aurora slumps into him in enjoyment. He thinks she’s just melting into the pleasure when it’s his turn to hiss. Her hands have found his chest and have begun thumbing over his nipples.

Her eyes crack open to meet his.

“Is this okay?”

“Uh huh.” He sighs in enjoyment as she gives a nipple a little pinch.

She pulls a moan from him when she gets her mouth on his chest, sucking on one of his nipples. She giggles, still latched on and the vibrations feel oh so good. In return he licks hesitantly at the fringe of one of her gills and she goes stiff. She barely has a chance to ask for more before he’s doing it again. On one pass, his tongue accidentally dips into the slit a little. She gasps in pleasure as he does in surprise as she drools slick onto his leg.

“That feel good?” He asks even though they both know.

She purrs in response, pressing herself fully into his lap and baring her neck to give him all the access he needs.

As they sit like that, him tonguing at her gills, her playing with his chest, they both start to feel a heat grow in their guts. The sensation of each others hands and tongues goes straight between their legs.

Phantom is full mast by this point. As Aurora shuffles in his lap, her clit brushes against his cock and they both squeak. They both glance down between them and back at each other. Making full eye contact, Aurora purposely grinds against Phantom’s cock. The sensation is delicious and they’re both quickly lost to it. Aurora plants her hands on Phantom’s shoulders and he supports her hips as they grind against each other.

Being newly summoned and not yet fully settled into their vessels, the grinding alone is enough to be almost overwhelming. It isn’t long before they’re both babbling. Phantom feels his balls drawl tight. Aurora choses that moment to get a hand between them to stroke him and it’s all over. He paints his belly in his own cum and she continues to grind chasing her own orgasm. She finds it when his hand finds her clit and rubs in tight quick circles. Then she’s drooling slick over them again and sighing prettily.

As they come down from it they slump into each other and fall back onto the bed.

“Ohh that was good.” Aurora sighs.

“Yeah that was amazing.” Phantom agrees. “Sticky though.”

“Yeah.” She frowns, taking in both of their messes. “Bath?”

“Kay. Let's go steal Rain’s tub so we can both fit better.”

“Sounds good.”

[impishjesters]

Denture Daddy

CW// implied unspecific sexual relationships, dom/sub talk, use of the word "daddy" and "mommy" in a non-parental form, mentioned hate sex note(s): basically the reader and Jibba (my TADC oc) playing a dumb game of who seems like a dom or sub to pass the time. Jibba can be seen as a bit of a "whore" but he wears it proudly. Rhett (who's mentioned) is another of my TADC ocs. A/N: This whole thing happened all because I wanted to say "denture daddy". I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. But at the end of the day as long as my friend and I enjoy it, that's all that matters.

Conversations with Jibba was like a game of Russian roulette. You never knew what direction or topic would come up.

Sometimes the conversations were casual, asking how you were doing or if anything fun had happened. But then you’d get conversations about a tiered ranking of who was considered good in bed, only to get whiplash by a simple conversation on whether you were a dog or cat person.

It was a wild ride, to say the least, which is how you got roped into a conversation about your fellow circus captives and whether they fell into dom or sub-category—for shits and giggles that is.

“‘m just sayin’, ya look at Jax ‘n think he’s got this whole sadistic face to ‘im and it turns out he’s just as touch starved as he looks,” Jibba stated.

Right, they were sleeping together—something about hate fucking because of their prank war or some shit. Neither of them was very subtle about their pranks or their “hate sex” because if that was hate sex you hated to see what tamed sex was like.

Bunch of emotionally constipated idiots.

Jibba jabbed you with his elbow playfully, getting your attention back on him. “Thoughts on Kinger?”

“Definitely not a dom, in fact, it feels wrong to think about him even having sex.” You shuddered. Kinger felt too much like your dad, and thinking of your parent’s boinking was enough to make you wanna bleach your eyes.

He shrugged and crossed his arms before leaning his chest against your back. “Yea’ it’s like watchin’ ya gramparents be romantic an mushy.”

“Ugh,” you gagged, “why’d you have to make it worse? I was thinking of my dad at least.”

“Oo, you thinkin’ bout ya dad playing twista? Naughty, naughty.” he teased, shooting you a playful smirk.

You elbowed him hard, basking in the pained noise that left him. “You know damn well what I meant.”

Jibba groaned and rubbed his side, you had a mean right elbow. “Yea’ yeah, alright so what ‘bout Rhett?”

“Eye Daddy? Oh, yeah. Total dom, but like not like in that rough way—”

“—but in like a total control way? Oh yeah, ya don’t know how hard I’ve been tryin’ to crack that nut—metaphorically and literally.” Jibba scoffed and used your head as an armrest, staring out at the others doing one of Caine’s dumb lil games.

“Are you just making rounds to everyone?” You didn’t shame Jibba for his sex escapades, if anything good on him for finding some way to tame Jax’s awful behaviour.

“Only the hot ones.” You looked up at him despite his arm on your head and he sent you a wink. “I’ll get to ya in no time, less ya wanna jump the list then we can go find somewhere right now.”

“Yeah, not right now.” As entertaining as the thought was, you were quite relaxed just hanging out with the ridiculous man. Though it would be a tempting endeavor at a later time. “So, Ragatha?”

“Mm,” Jibba leaned back, taking most of his weight off of you but kept his arm in place. “She gives like, soft mommy vibes.” he waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “Though I feel like she has a lot of parental experiences if she’s been havin’ ta live with Jax for god knows how long.” He paused, eyes squinting in Ragatha’s direction. “I’d let her give me a good stern talk’ ta.”

“I’ll give you a stern talkin’ ta, if you don’t calm yourself.”

“Babe, this whole conversation is about who’s a dom and who’s not, how do ya expect me to keep calm?” he joked. You raised your arm again with a silent threat to elbow him and he swallowed. “Yeah, okay, calming down.”

“Pomni?”

The two of you fell silent, staring over at the anxious woman who was struggling to get out of Jax’s reach.

“Anxious chihuahua.” Both of you stated at the same time.

Jibba laughed that awful eerie death rattle of his. Did a toy like him really exist? God that was horrifying, who buys that for children? You knew he could control it but why did he have to do it now of all times?

He caught you staring and grinned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Right, this is Jibba we’re talking about, he knows it’s creepy and did it intentionally. Bastard.

“No,” you rolled your eyes and looked back to Pomni. “She’s too anxious, poor woman probably has a hard time holding someone’s hand let alone sex. Though I’d rather not think about her sex life… feels wrong.”

“Oh, and thinkin’ ‘bout mine ain’t?”

You gave him a deadpan stare as to say ‘Really, that’s what you wanna ask?’. He cleared his throat and mumbled a little ‘touche’ before looking back at the others.

“Oo, I know a good one,” he snickered. “Caine.”

“Caine?” Well, at least he wasn’t asking you about Bubble.

For whatever unknown reason, at the mention of his name Caine appeared a few feet from the two of you with a loud pop. “Diiiid somebody say Caine?”

Jibba shook his head, seemed even with a lack of ears the loud pop affected him. You shook your own head, rubbing an ear. “Uh, not directly.”

Caine cocked his head in confusion, clearly not understanding you were simply talking about him—not trying to summon him. “I see. Well, while I’m here. Why aren’t you two participating?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the direction of the others.

“We’re playin’ our own game,” Jibba answered, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh?” Caine floated closer, eyeing the lanky doll.

“Yea’, the game of dom or sub.”

Caine cocked his head again. “I don’t understand.”

Jibba snickered and you couldn’t help but cover up your own laugh with a grunt. “What he mean’s is—”

“Oh no, he’s like one of those tops with golden retriever vibes that when ya call ‘em daddy like yer sayin’ ‘good boy’ they get excited.” He covers his face, a genuine laugh instead of that death rattle laugh.

The look of confusion never leaves Caine’s face but you can’t help but join Jibba in his laughter, because he’s not wrong. You could say a lot of insulting or weird things to Caine, but if you use that dog tone with him he’ll take just about anything as a compliment or praise.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, he’d be so fun to fuck with. “He’s not a dom…” you snicker, “but I’d still call him daddy.”

“Denture Daddy!” Jibba bursts out, nearly knocking himself and you off your perch.

The two of you laugh so loud it catches the attention of the others across the way. You wave your hand at Ragatha’s confused expression and further try to prevent the two of you from falling.

“I hate to intrude on this moment of merriment but,” Caine clears his throat, looking between the two of you with confused concern. “You two do know I’m not your father, yes?”

Jibba lets out a scream that turns everyone’s attention back onto you two, only to follow with nearly scream-level laughter from the man. You can’t really blame him though because you haven’t stopped laughing either, especially not long enough to try and explain to Caine that the two of you weren’t calling him father.

You give Caine what one could only describe as some form of yes as an answer before telling him he can go between cries and Caine leaves hesitantly. Your sides are starting to ache from so much laughing, meanwhile, Jibba has his face buried into his hands and is leaning into your shoulder like you’d be able to stop his laughter and tears.

He’s taking this a lot funnier than you but man, “denture daddy” is gonna always be in the back of your mind when you look at Caine from now on.

[moonsapprentice]

Me after disappearing off the face of the earth then posting a fanfiction literally no one requested : 😝❤️

⋆ ✶ ✷ 𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ✷ ✶ ⋆

Established relationship, smut, fem reader (sorry), slightly subby Eduardo, nipple sucking, brief fingering, vaginal sex

Being awoken by gentle touches and small smooches wasn’t the way you expected to be woken up. However, that’s what happened.

You and Eduardo were home alone, Jon and mark being out of the house for the night. You’d spent the afternoon watching movies and kissing and having a fun time with eachother. Once you got sleepy, you fell asleep cuddling as he spooned you from behind.

Suddenly though, you’re lulled out of your peaceful slumber by big hands touching you. One hand loving on your hip and the other halfway up your shirt caressing your tummy. The poke of stubble and the brush of lips touch your neck.

With a yawn your eyes reluctantly open, as you already know who it probably is.

“..ed..?”

You mumble breathily. Eduardo smiles brightly as you open your eyes.

“Hey, sweatheart. How’s my favorite gal?”

His voice has a slight husky quality, as if he’s been sleeping too. However the small purple circles you see in the corner of your eyes say otherwise. He lifts up her shirt a bit for more skin to skin contact.

You seem a bit confused, wondering what’s happening.

“…’m okay…is something wrong..? What time is it..?”

Eduardo glances at the clock.

“…looks like it’s 2am.” He says a little sheepishly, still rubbing her hip. “Nothin’ is wrong, baby. don’t worry”.

“Well then why’d you wake me..?”

You ask in a mumble as you feel the slightest bit of irritation. snuggling into your pillow, he continues to gently touch your hips. He occasionally even moves down to your rear end or up to right over your ribs

“Well, you know..”

He looks a little more embarrassed, which is strange. Usually he’s quite arrogant and cocky. Even when he’s being mushy with you.

“We haven’t done it in a few days.”

Eduardo says in a low voice, making sure to keep his voice low enough to not disturb her too much. He gives her hip a few gentle squeezes as well.

You blush as your irritation goes away partially. You’re still a little pissed he woke you up at 2 in the morning to have sex. However, you’ve also been feeling a little pent up. You also know how high your boyfriends libido is.

With a heavy sigh you rub your eyes and glance back at him. He does that little goofy smile of his that you just can’t say no to. You flip to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eduardos smile turns into a big grin when you flip to face him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, nuzzling into her neck with a low hum.

“Thank you….I know you’re tired I was just…”

He tries to find a word, but can’t. He just sighs and kisses your neck with a slight roughness

“…it was just keeping me up. I was gonna wait until morning..”

A small moan escapes your mouth as his lips move around to the front of your throat.

“It’s fine.”

You smile slightly, gently massaging his neck and shoulder as your head tilts back. His lips make their way up your neck and towards your jaw, his stubble scratching you a bit. You shiver, which makes him grin in return.

Ed presses his big body against you, making his bulge apparent. When you cup his cheek it twitches in his pants

“I haven’t even done anything yet…” you mutter, amused he’s so hard so quickly.

“…I’ve been wanting this for hours..”

Ed says huskily, groaning quietly when you press a kiss to his lips.

Eduardo sighs in pure pleasure, his legs slightly trembling. He squeezes you close, pressing his body into yours. Eduardo arches his back when you kiss up his neck with the utmost care, looking like he might pass out at any second. Your gentleness is really getting to him.

With a soft chuckle, you press a kiss to his pulse point. Eduardo sighs and melts even further when you do so. Before he can say anything, he simply makes a low, animalistic noise in his throat.

“Whoa, what a noise.”

Eduardo laughs, burying his face in her neck.

“You made me do that..” He says in a quiet voice.

You smile, already knowing that. You press your sweet lips to his neck once more, licking your lips before you do so. He takes in a sharp breath as you suckle on him. his hand instinctually grips your hip like it’ll save his life.

As your tongue brushes his neck he moans quietly and grabs onto you tighter. His eyes flutter shut while you pull your lips away, which causes an audible ‘pop’.

“Fuck…well…I should’ve expected that…we always leave behind a few marks.” He smiles weakly. You simply hum in response, too busy focusing on how his slightly hard cock has become absolutely rock hard in his pants. It’s like a lump of coal was dumped in there.

It doesn’t help that he’s wearing grey sweatpants as pajamas.

With a small bite of your bottom lip you just can’t hold back and you trail your fingers down his spine. Eduardo shivers slightly when you touch there.

“That’s my spot..” He whispers, nibbling on your neck.

However, your hand goes lower. It dances along his body, trailing across his ribs, his hip, his waist, until you stop right above the lump. There’s a small wet spot on his pants. That’s where precum is dribbling out you imagine.

Eduardo’s breathing becomes faster, and his heart pounds in his chest. He looks at Raine, his gaze wide and his pupils dilated. He lets out a low groan. The tingles in his belly turn to fire, feeling like he’ll cum if you so much as poke his dick.

You chuckle loudly, giving a small rub. That incites a noise to escape the back of his tight throat. Ed is gripping onto your shirt for dear life. However, you move your hand back up. You run your hand up his tummy and his chest. He grumbles, feeling as if his groin is on fire.

Eduardo tries to act tough but simply can’t when he’s around you.

“You’re cruel…” he murmurs, sounding like he’s pleading for you to show him some mercy.

To his dismay you just chuckle mischievously. One of your hands rubs his chest while the other pulls the neckline of his shirt down. The man groans as he feels your tongue on his collarbone.

His hand clutches your tit, the other one desperately lifting your shirt up for just the tiniest bit of contact. He shivers aggressively as your hands come down and part his thighs, slipping your thigh between them. It just barely touches his dick, feeling how it twitches and shakes along with his body

“C’mon baby..please…I’ve waited long enough…”

He thrusts his hips foreword a little, just desperate for friction, contact, anything. He tries to tug your shirt off.

You at least lift your arms, allowing him to rip your shirt off and see you in your bra. His hands work quick as he tugs your boobs out of the cups and his mouth latches onto your nipple.

You feel a tingle in your intimate area while his tongue traces your nip. His finger rubs the opposite one. After a minute or two he switches sides, sucking on the other one and fondling your free tit. The room fills with quiet moans and muffled groans from you and him respectively.

Finally, he pulls his mouth away. His face is flushed like he’s run the mile in grade school, and so is yours. He takes your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. You do the same to him, taking his shirt and pants off to leave him in his boxers. His erection is painfully obvious.

He rolls over on top of you, his hair messy and his grin wide as usual. He trembles, the coil in his stomach feeling ready to snap. His hands are trembling along with the rest of his body. Your knee comes up between his legs, tracing up his inner thighs.

His stomach turns into a churning ball of fire when you moves her knee so close. He gasps and looks at you with wide eyes.

“please, baby…” He says, sounding absolutely pathetic.

Eduardo makes a frustrated low sound that comes out in a moan when you move your knee down.

“My mind’s all over the place…” He mumbles before biting his lip in annoyance. You can tell that he needs a release.

You chuckle, finding humor in the desperate state that this usually macho man is in. The chuckle gets cut off by a sharp gasp however, as he rips your panties pants right off your body. It leaves you cold. Exposed. He grins at your state of wetness.

“Mm…” Ed moans involuntarily as he licks his lips.

“…I was gonna eat you out…but you’re already so wet for me…” he murmurs huskily, his pointer tracing your folds.

You shiver, your clit throbbing for just a little touch. You let a moan slip out as his thumb flicks your bud. He chuckles heartily. A soft squeal escapes you as he sticks his middle finger in.

Your face is hot and wet from sweat, your breath labored and your abdomen full of molten lava as he moves his big finger back and forth. He curls his finger forward which causes you to gasp.

“So warm…” he whispers. Eduardo takes his finger out, licking it clean. You frown, which causes him to laugh.

Your eyes light up with stars as he slips his boxers off. His hot cock springs out, dripping salty precum onto your thigh. You’re finally getting to the good part. With a surprising amount of care he spreads your legs farther apart.

Eduardo’s cock twitches as he sees how wet your folds are, how you’re so ready to take him. He could cum right now and be content with it. He bites his lip.

He lines his girth up to your hole. Slowly, very slowly, he pushes the head in. You both lose your breath, his knees going weak and your back arching off the bed.

Once he sees you’re ready he moves the top of his shaft in, then the rest, until his whole rod is inside you. At that point you’re a mess on the bed. You’re dripping wet, your belly is full of butterflies. Both of your arousal is through the roof

“…are…you ready…?”

Eduardo asks, not wanting to hurt you. When you nod he sighs and starts slowly moving. He groans loudly as he clutches your hips.

His heart palpitates as he sees your face, the way it contorts in pleasure as he thrusts into your tight cunt. As you clench your walls around him he moans in sync with you. He bites his lip hard.

Skin slaps against skin as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. He desperately wants to go faster, to roughly slam his cock into your pussy. He sighs and it turns into a moan. He holds himself back and continues his slow, long strokes.

You reach up and gently take his stubbled cheek in your hand. He leans heavily into your touch, his hand brushing hair out of your face.

“…you’re so gorgeous honey…so gorgeous.”

Eduardo murmurs sensually. His hot breath touches your face, making you shiver in arousal. A sweet moan escapes your throat when he goes faster. Your sounds have him doing what he did before: losing himself in his passion. now he’s kissing along your collarbone, working his way down to your boobs again.

He rests his forehead there as he slowly picks up the pace, moaning into your skin. Occasionally his tongue flicks out and he suckles into your nipples or between your tits.

Ed moves quicker, soon enough he’s roughly slamming into you. Moans echo all around the bedroom as wet, sloppy noises escape from the friction between your hot cunt and his big dick.

Your hands dig into him, gripping and pulling him closer. The coil in your stomach is boiling hot and about to explode. He kisses his way up your neck and your jaw, meeting you desperately at your lips. He kisses you with intense voracity. He slaps your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you closer so he has more leverage to fuck you harder.

Ed growls loudly, so close to cumming. He bites your lip hard as he grips and kneads your asscheek. Your walls tighten around him, causing a deep groan to escape him. You can tell he’s close from the way he twitches inside you.

He slams into you harder and harder, moans coming out of your throat in rapid fire. Your back arches intensely as you get closer to your release

“ ‘m so close..”

You manage to get out. He goes even faster in response. He holds back his orgasam, wanting to please you first. And please you he does. You moan, your head whipping back as your cunt twitches and cums on him. A few seconds later he can’t hold back either. He moans and pulls out just in time, his sticky seed coats your tummy as you heave under him.

He collapses on you, panting and sweating heavily as he rests his head on your chest. It’s hot and humid, your skin sticking together. You heave in sync, panting to get air in your lungs. The oragsam was so powerful between both of you.

He grins and squeezes your ass, knowing deep inside him he needs a second round.

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 20. Stargazing/bonfire - Dewther

WC: 760

Read under the cut or on AO3.

The bonfires at the Ministry were actually a common occurrence. No one needed a specific occasion for it. Sometimes it was just the siblings, sometimes just ghouls and sometimes everyone, including papas. Either way, one of the ghouls came up with making one tonight, this time just for them, and now the Abbey’s backyard was full of drunk ghouls jumping and dancing around a huge, magic induced, bonfire.

The fire ghouls were, of course, the happiest ones, their element making it more difficult to connect with than water, earth or air on a daily basis. Ifrit was currently running around with Zephyr on his back, both so drunk some people were impressed that they actually were able to stay upright. And running.

Alpha was more calm, though equally drunk, dancing, or trying to, with Omega. The quintessence ghoul had to hold him up by his hips, as he was well on his way to tumbling over his own feet because of this ‘dance’. Mist laying with Water a bit to the side on a picnic blanket was laughing and taking pictures and/or videos of the adorable pair. Alpha so chill wasn’t something that was easy to spot, she wanted to keep it for later.

One fire ghoul wasn’t indulging in the evening the same way as his fellow elementals, though. Not that he didn’t like the bonfires, he loved them, but this time something else was his, hm, priority.

Dewdrop was laying on the ground, cuddled up to Aether, a solid distance from the bonfire and all the chaos. They were staring up at the sky, tracing glowing stars, recognising constellations. They had no idea how much time they spent there already, Dew providing a comfortable warmth, Aether holding him close.

The fire ghoul loved stars. First of all, they were beautiful, simple as that. More important, though, when Dew looked at them he saw Aether, and when he looked at Aether, into his eyes, he saw the stars.

Aether has been there for him always. Him and the stars in his eyes.

When Dew was first summoned, the first thing he saw was Aether and his eyes, the cosmos, the eternity, the stars. He knew he found his home.

When Dew had doubted himself and sank to the bottom of the Abbey’s lake for hours, because only there he could find peace, reclusion from everything, his own mind included, the first thing he saw after resurfacing was always Aether. Either in the flesh, waiting for his packmate to come back home, or in the form of a night sky ignited with countless little lights. Every time it reminded him that not only the water meant comfort, Aether too.

When Dew was dragged away to the summoning chamber for an unknown reason, scared, screaming for help, the last thing he saw, or rather felt, before blacking out was Aether, the stars, in his mind, telling him that everything will be alright, while running around the Abbey looking for the water ghoul.

When Dew woke up again, in terrible pain, stripped of all that was him, Aether was there, the stars were there. His lifeline, tether to reality, the only thing that could keep him alive while everything else seemed to fall apart. Aether, the stars, was there.

So now, another bonfire. 

Aether was there, the stars were too. 

Honestly, Dew could keep looking up, pointing out different constellations, shooting stars, it was nice. He much more enjoyed looking into his own sky, staring at his own stars, though.

The fire ghoul moved to lay on his side, elbow bent, head propped on his palm and casted his eyes down onto his personal universe.

It took Aether a moment to notice that his mate abandoned stargazing, himself being really invested in it, “Everything all right?”

“More than, actually,” Dew answered, a soft smile painted on his face and so much love in his eyes.

“Why’d you get up then?” Aether questioned, lifting himself up too.

“I got a better view from here.”

“How is it better if- Oh,” Dew chuckled when the quintessence ghoul got the hint, lilac blush creeping up his cheeks. “Well, I love you too.”

Dewdrop took Aether by the back of his neck, bringing him into a soft kiss. They both melted into it, into each other, and soon Dew was sprawled out on top of his mate, lips still attached to the other’s.

They fell asleep like that, and when Dew woke up in the morning, Aether was there. 

The stars were there.

[misqnon]

hewwo i would love to hear about the kamabakka kingdom reunion !!

everyone i know who i've told this fic about wants me to write it So Bad but i keep not getting to it SCDKJNFVD

its basically another "let's rewrite sanji's timeskip to be less transphobic" but in a backwards kinda way where sanji and the strawhats end up on momoiro island after the timeskip and sanji's scared the strawhats will hear about all the gay shit he did (and that's exactly what happens) (except he wasnt as much of an asshole and he's just embarrassed about it actually)

here's the summary i wrote for it: The Straw Hats run into a devil fruit power similar to Kuma's, though thankfully less dangerous- instead, it's just annoying and inconvenient. They’re flung back into Paradise and follow the log pose to the closest island in an effort to get their bearings. Unfortunately for Sanji, the pink trees and peachy beaches are all too familiar. 

and bc i have 8000 words of it just sitting in my drafts...here's a snippet from it too

Iva nods. “Caroline?”

“Yes, Iva?” 

“Fetch me the Den Den Mushi, would you?”

Caroline is off in a flash. 

Iva makes nice with Robin in the meantime, the two of them chatting about something with friendly smiles that make Sanji’s stomach turn. He does not like this. These two worlds were never supposed to mix. Hell, he was hoping he’d never have to tell the crew where he spent those two years apart. As he finishes his smoke a few of the other queendom residents begin trailing in from a side hallway, brightening when they see him. He anxiously pulls and lights another.

Luckily, Caroline returns with the transponder snail quickly enough. 

“Who are you going to call?” Iva asks.

Nami picks up the den den and begins dialing. “Traffy, probably. He shouldn’t be too far from our last location, and Luffy can usually convince him to do our bidding.” She says, holding the snail closer as it begins ringing. It rings just four times before a shy voice answers on the other line.

“H-Heart Pirates, you’ve reached Bepo!”

“Why’d you answer it like we’re a business!?” Someone squawks in the background. There’s a brief shuffling, a frightened squeak, and a sigh, and then Law’s voice comes over the receiver. 

“Hello?” He asks, monotone voice sounding tired, as always. 

Regardless, Nami feels relief wash over her to hear their ally’s voice. “Traffy! This is Nami. We have a bit of an issue-”

“TRAFFYYYYY! YOU GOTTA HELP US!” Luffy wails, latching onto Nami’s arm and whining into the phone. 

It’s almost audible the way Law leans away from the phone, his voice quieter before he sounds a normal volume again “-Quiet down, Strawhat. What’s wrong?””

Nami pushes her captain back out of the way with little effort. “We’ve hit a bit of…roadblock. Some teenager with an overpowered devil fruit ability teleported us all the way back to Paradise.”

“What?”

“Please don’t make me say it again. I don’t like facing the reality of the situation.” She whines.

“Sounds tough, but…What do you want me to do about it?”

Nami presses her fingers together, pulling out her sweetest, most pleading voice. “Well…We were kinda hoping you might go after them for us? And get them to undo it?”

“...”

“Because otherwise we’ll be stuck on the other half of the Grand Line for the foreseeable future and undo all the progress we’ve made thus far?” She squeaks, again.

“...” There’s another beat, then an inhale-

Luffy’s crowing into the speaker again. “PLEEEEEASE, TRAFFFYYYYYYYYY-”

“GAH-! ALRIGHT, FINE, FINE!”

Nami and Luffy brighten with glee. “YIPPEE!! THANKS, TRAFFY~” Luffy laughs, Nami’s eyes sparkling in relief beside him. They iron out a few more kinks while a steady crowd floods in from the other halls, having sensed a commotion. Fresh faces reach the island every now and then, but never in such a large group- and what a strange one it is, too. The queens- some shyly, and some not so shyly- make their way over to the group, until at some point Nami and Luffy turn back around to find every crew member at the whim of a group of queens. 

Quite a few are gathered around Sanji, spitting much of the same that Caroline and Iva have, though quite a few are also claiming how much they’ve missed him, all met with a nervous blush and anxious chain-smoking. Once they realize Nami’s watching, a few pull her over to where they’re bombarding Robin with questions, a mix of recommendations and inquiries about beauty, fashion, and hair. Though a bit taken aback at first, Nami soon finds herself glad to talk about something fun for a change, easing into the conversation quickly.

Franky’s attracted a small army. The resident’s compliment his style, his looks, his body modifications- and the shipwright is eating it all up. They’re all clearly vibing, and even when Sanji pokes an eye over at someone asking Franky if he’ll dress up with them, all he gets in response is a boisterous laugh from Franky, and a, “Not really my style, but I’ll try anything once!”

Brook’s covered in a crowd of Soul King fans (“I’VE PERFORMED TO SO MANY OF YOUR SONGS!”) and Chopper’s enjoying the attention from residents calling him cute- many of which correctly call him a reindeer on the first try- not a tanuki. 

Zoro is one of the other more popular receivers of ogling- though his audience mostly seems to be interested in not-so-subtly flirting with him and not much else. Sanji watches with a glare, and Zoro just smirks back at him, only happy that it’s making Sanji grossly uncomfortable. 

Jinbei has a small fanclub (many fellow revolutionaries make up the island’s population, too) and poor Usopp can’t escape a trade of inappropriate jokes made about his nose- but nonetheless, the crew is already fitting in swimmingly. 

‘Cept Sanji, of course.

Iva eventually takes mercy on him, calling attention to the room and shooing his subjects away from their new guests. “Alright, everyone! Let’s give our new roomies some room. Sanji-boy, why don’t you show them to the guest chambers? You know, the ones right next to your old room? That you never used?” Iva says, teasing at first and then devolving into sour by the end again.  Regardless, she does get that little kicker in about him having lived here, and when she sees Sanji flush she grins. Once you’ve all get settled get down here and help me make dinner, won’t you?”

Sanji grinds his heavily-used cigarette between his teeth, but ultimately doesn’t disagree. With a heavy hang of his shoulders he juts a thumb behind him, signaling for the Straw Hats to follow. 

“Wait-” Nami says. “Shouldn’t someone stay to watch the Sunny?”

Iva shakes their head. “Don’t worry about it, darling. It’ll be safe on our shores. We don’t get many enemies around here.”

A few of the crew whispers how this really is paradise- and Sanji makes a quiet, conflicted noise that dies in his chest and crumples to the ground along with the ash of his cigarette.

[easy-goer-db]

All characters are adults and fictional.

I lay there in my impossibly thick diaper that was now completely drenched.

My mind was totally blank.

I was still trying to put the pieces together and Paulina was so many steps ahead of me.

She was always an excellent domme when we played. She knew just how to press my buttons.

But now she had all the buttons at her disposal.

I provided all the tools. She just had to use them.

Oh no. I hadn’t even considered…

“All this exercise for the little diaper baby with his humpies. You must be hungry.”

Unable to communicate through my paci gag, all I could do was nod.

I wasn’t hungry, but what choice did I have? I was at her mercy.

“Mmmm. Let’s get some num nums in that tum tums.”

She leaned over and gave me some tummy kisses before standing up.

She yanked my leash again.

“Come on baby boy. Let’s go to the kitchen.”

I rolled onto all fours again ready to crawl in front of her. She yanked my leash.

“Bad baby! Mommy didn’t see you could crawl yet.”

She bent over and swatted my padded bum.

“Obey! Now get in front me, but don’t you dare start crawling to the kitchen til Mommy says it’s ok. Understand little dumb diaper baby?”

I nodded and got in front of her. I was kind of expecting another kick to get me going. Instead she bent over and slid her fingers into the leg guard of my gigantic diaper.

“Just a little check. Hahaha. You are such a little pee pee pants. Helplessly filling up his diapee for Mommy. Good thing I put so many layers on you. Ok, crawl to the kitchen baby.”

Thankfully my apartment isn’t that big. It wasn’t a very long crawl to the kitchen. Those floors really take a toll on your knees though. It wasn’t very comfortable.

She yanked my leash as soon we got to the kitchen.

“Stop baby pants. Put that padded bum down.”

I sat down with an audible squish. She heard.

“Oh goodness. What a little stupid sogger. Ok little baby. Mommy is going to take our your paci gag, but I don’t want to hear a single peep out of you unless I ask you a question. You’ve already done lots of peeping in your diapee. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Good baby.”

She leaned over to undo the gag. It had only been on for a few minutes, but I was grateful to get it off. Why’d I buy such a big pacifier?

“Baby boy must be so hungee. That’s why he’s been so good for Mommy. And Mommy has just the thing to fill that tummy.”

She opened up the cabinet above the sink. I had ordered a few boxes of baby food and there they were lined up like they were on a grocery shelf. Jar after jar facing outward. I hadn’t arranged them like that. Like I said before, she was leaps and bounds ahead of me.

“Who bought all this baby food? Hmmm…?”

“I did Mommy.”

“There’s just so much of it. Does someone wuv his little mushies?”

“Yes Mommy.”

She yanked my leash.

“Yes Mommy, what?” She demanded.

“Yes Mommy, I love baby food.”

I really didn’t. I’d always buy too much. Eat the fruity ones and end up throwing out the rest. But I just liked having the threat of the vegetables and meats around. You know, for the vibes. But this was not for the vibes. I had a bad feeling.

“Hmmm…well if my little diaper loser loves his baby food. Then I guess I’m just going to make him a nice meal. Now, which flavours to choose…”

I could only sit there and look up as Paulina grabbed 4 jars off the shelf. She took a close look at each one before placing them down on the counter. I really couldn’t tell what she’d grabbed. She pulled out a plastic bowl that we used for candy and found a takeout plastic spoon that had been kicking around the apartment forever.

“These really aren’t a appropriate for a wittle loser baby boy. But they’ll have to do for now. Let’s make a meal for the hungry huggie baby.”

She opened each jar and scooped their contents into the bowl. I could hear her giggling and she mixed them around.

“All done. Yum yum. This is going to be such a great treat for my baby boy. Do you want to know what Mommy made you?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Well I found some yummy peas, some strained carrots, strained sweet potato, and chicken. Mommy made you a nice mushy stew. What do you say to Mommy?”

“Thank you Mommy.”

She yanked my leash again. Gosh, I’ve really got to be better at this.

“Thank you Mommy for what?”

“Thank you Mommy for making me a yummy stew.”

“You’re welcome baby boy. Ok stay right there.”

She put down my leash and sauntered out of the room while I just sat there on the floor looking up at the bowl of disgustingness that was awaiting me. As I was lost in that thought, I heard her footsteps coming up behind me.

“Okay. We just needed a few more things before baby’s feeding time.”

With that I felt her arms go over my shoulders as a piece of fabric covered my throat and chest. I swiftly felt it get connected behind my neck. Of course, a bib. That’s not a surprise. I looked down to see which one she picked. In big block baby letters it read, “Messy Eater”. Honestly, it was one of my favourite purchases. I always felt so embarrassed when I’d wear it.

She was still behind me.

“Ok. Just one more thing.”

One more thing? What else could she need? I didn’t need to play that guessing game for long as I felt another piece of fabric wrap around my face and get fastened behind my head. She busted out the blindfold. She loved using that blindfold when we’d engage in sensory play.

“Perfect! Such a well behaved baby boy for Mommy. You stay right where you are on your little diaper bum.”

I did as I was told.

I heard a chair pull up right in front of me. The front legs of the chair pushed right up against my diaper. Paulina’s legs were firmly planted behind me on either side. She grabbed my hands and fastened the rings of the padded mittens to the legs of her chair. She could easily control me with her heels on my back and my hands fastened below her.

“My little sog monster isn’t going anywhere, is he? Is baby ready for his nums?”

“Yes Mommy. Pwease feeds me.”

No yank on the leash. Ok. I’m getting this.

“Okay. Open wide…her comes the airplane.”

I don’t need to tell you how gross that first bite was. I gagged. I couldn’t help it. It especially didn’t help that 2nd spoonful came soaring in just moments later. Being blindfolded, I had no idea when the next disgusting lump of mush was destined for my mouth. She was expertly changing her rhythm, so it was awful surprise after awful surprise. I was gagging, I was drooling, I was trying to move. She had me all locked up though. As the feeding went on, she stopped aiming for my mouth. I was getting mush on my chin, my nose, my cheeks, my neck. Everywhere. She was always making a point to scoop those bits off and direct them back to my mouth. But I could tell that I was covered in mush. Finally the constant attack of the spoon stopped.

“Such a good baby eating all is his yum yums for Mommy. He’s going to grow up to be such a stwong man. Not a little diaper loser. Ok, let’s finish your meal.”

Finish?

Once again. No time to linger on questions as a nipple was jammed into my mouth. Oh yes. Back to the suckling.

“Yum yum. Such a thirsty baby. He needs to wash down his mushies. 5 minutes baby boy…or else.”

I really didn’t want to test what all else meant. So the frantic suckling started. It tasted like that thick milk again. I could tell that I was making progress as Paulina held the bottle in my mouth. I felt that familiar sense of air coming through the nipple. Nice, I was getting good drinking these bottles.

“Wow! Little diaper baby drank that so fast. You must be so thirsty. Here.”

One bottle was swapped out. Another was swapped in. It was the milky substance again.

“I think 5 minutes is too much for my little baba sucker. 4 minutes this time baby boy.”

I didn’t know if it was possible to suckle faster. But believe me, I tried. Paulina started fidgeting the bottle around, so it was hard to stay latched on the nipple. I thought I was still doing well. Then the countdown started.

“10, 9, 8…”

Suckle suckle suckle.

“5, 4, 3…”

Suckling as hard as I can.

“Times up baba boy! You didn’t finish. What a little dummy. Can’t even finish his baba or stay clean during his feeding.” She mocked.

I tried to squirm away, but I couldn’t.

Two things happened simultaneously.

I once again uncontrollably wet my diaper.

And then I heard the familiar.

Click.

Her hands went behind my head to remove the blindfold.

The first thing I saw was her phone screen.

She’d snapped a picture of me wearing a bib, covered in baby food and filling my diaper.

“Oh. The girls will think this is one is so cute. Maybe it’ll even be the cover of our baby picture album!”

Oh god.

“Now, you need to be punished for not finishing your baba on time. I think the girls would really like a video of you telling them how much you love your baby food and how you are such a messy eater. Now, I’m going to press record and you’re going to tell them and you’re going to tell them in baby talk.”

Oh no. This is way more than I bargained for.

“Ok babykins. I’m recording. What do you love?”

“I wuv my baby foods dat Mommy makes me.”

“If you love it so much then why is so much on your face and your bib?”

“Because I a messy eata.”

“Awww. Just like your little bibby says. What happened to your diapee after Mommy fed you?”

“I mades a tinkle in my diapee.”

“And why are you in diapers baby boy?”

“Because I wittle diapee woser.”

“Hahaha. Good baby.”

She put her phone down.

“Awww. Such a good baby for Mommy. Okay, maybe you deserve a little treat.”

Paulina stood up. She detached the mittens from the leg of the chair. She grabbed the leash again.

“Ok baby. Turn around for Mommy. We’re going to crawl back to the living room. Well you’re going to crawl. Hehe.”

I turned around. As I got up on my hands and knees, I could really feel how droopy my diaper was getting. No more time to ponder as I got a smack on my squishy bum.

“Ok baby waybe. Crawl for Mommy.”

I started to move forward. The diaper was heavier and was getting bulkier. It was even hard to crawl. My knees were being pushed out. The mittens and booties did not help with getting traction. Paulina was giggling behind.

“Oh my gosh. My little baby can barely cwawl.”

As I was struggling to physically keep moving forward, something else stopped me. The floodgates opened again. I couldn’t crawl and wet. I just stopped as I filled my diaper again.

Paulina knew, but the theme of the day is no secrets.

“What’s the matter little loser? Why’d you stop?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Hahahahaha. Again? You’re a little fire hydrant, aren’t you? Who is Mommy’s little pissy pamper pants?”

“I am Mommy. I’m a little pamper pisser.”

“Haha. Well at least you know what you are. Okay. Enough stalling. Keep crawling.”

It just took a few moments until we were in the living room in front of the sofa. I got the familiar yank on my leash.

“Bum down baby boy.”

There was the squish again. And another giggle from Paulina.

She sat down on the sofa and took off her shirt. That was a sight for sore eyes. She proceeded to unhook her bra. Oooh. This could be good.

“Alright baby boy. Time for your treat. Come up here and lay across Mommy’s lap.”

She reached down to put her hands under my armpits, so my booties didn’t spike me too much as I clumsily climbed up on her lap. She laid me down across her legs on my back. What happened next had only ever been a fantasy. With her hand behind my head, she guided my face towards her breast. I knew exactly what to do. No need for instruction. I latched right onto her nipple.

“Awww. Did the baby want Mommy’s boobie in his mouth? Is that why he’s been so fussy lately? Did he just want to be in his diapee sucking on Mommy’s titties?”

I could only make muffled sounds as I sucked away at Paulina’s nipple. But they were affirmative.

“So my wittle diaper baby wants to be a boobie sucker?”

“Mmmhmmhmmm.”

“Wow. So you’re an even bigger baby than I thought? Interesting.”

She used her other hand to start rubbing the front of my saturated diaper.

“So I’m going to have treat you like an even bigger baby, aren’t I? Hmmm. My little diaper loser might just have to be even littler. Hmmm?”

She kept rubbing the front of my diaper. Going faster.

“Do I need to get you a playpen? Does baby need a crib? Oh? Do we need to build a nursery for you? Is that we need?”

I started squirming. I didn’t want to admit, but I loved the feeling of her nipple in my mouth. I loved what she was doing to my diaper. I was so close.

“Mmmmhmmmmommmyhmph.”

She clutched at the front of my diaper and gave me 3 deep rubs. I exploded. We both knew.

“Awweee. Did diaper baby make another cum cum in his diapee? Is it because you liked what Mommy was saying?”

I didn’t want to unlatch.

“Mmmhmmmmmmm.”

“Oh my god. You are so pathetic. You just want to be Mommy’s little diaper filling dummy…”

She let that hang in the air for just a beat.

“Hahahaha. Ok. You got it diaper dummy. You’re going to be my diaper loser for ever. For. Ever.”

And then it happened again. Another burst of pee into my padding. Speaking of bursting…I could tell right away, but there was nothing I could do. I tried to squirm off her lap. It was too late. I was leaking.

“Ewww! Are you leaking on me? Bad baby! Is that you thank Mommy for giving you a treat?”

Before I could even unlatch to get out an I’m sorry, she pushed me off her lap sending me tumbling to the floor with urine trickling down my legs.

“I put my little diaper loser in such a thick diapee and he’s already leaking through. You are such a pee pee pants! Get on your hands and knees.”

She sprung off the sofa. She grabbed the leash and shortened it to pull me right at her heel. She tugged and started dragging me to the bedroom.

“Let’s go soggy pants. Keep up! We need to get that diapee changed before you make a big mess.”

I tried desperately to keep up, but I could barely move. The constant yanking of the leash throwing me off balance. It felt like an eternity getting to the bedroom. When we finally arrived.

“Don’t you dare put that soggy bum down on the floor. I don’t want to deal with any more dumb baby messes. You stay perfectly still.”

It’s all I could do. I still felt pee trickling down the inside of my thighs. This was beyond humiliating.

She went into one of the storage bins and pulled out one of my changing mats. They were impulse buys that I never really used. But I’d never been in a situation like this.

“It’s so pathetic that my wittle diaper loser floods his diapers so much that Mommy needs to use a changing mat.”

She spread the changing mat on the bed. She yanked my leash again.

“Get up there diaper dummy. Mommy has to change you.”

I obediently and awkwardly got up on the bed. Trying to ignore the spikes pressuring my feet. As I got my hands up on the bed, I got a very firm smack on the bum.

“Bad baby! You need to be punished again! But let’s get you changed first. Get on your back crinkle butt.”

I laid across my changing mat with my legs splayed open by the wet bulk wrapped around my crotch. Paulina went to work untaping layer after layer.

“What am I going to do with you? 8 diapers wasn’t enough to keep you from being a little loser leaker? 8? Now I know why you ordered so many, because you are just a super soaker.”

She finally got all the layers of diapers off me. Into a garbage bag they went. There I was. Covered in wet baby powder and oil. Totally exposed waiting for my girlfriend to re-diaper me. And I was going to wait for a little longer. She took the garbage bag and left the room.

She yelled back from the kitchen.

“We’re going to have to my get my diaper dummy a diaper pail. Even though you’ll fill that up too! So pathetic.”

My walls aren’t super thin. But they are thin enough that I wondered if the neighbours heard that. No time to consider that. Paulina came back into the room with her hands full. In each hand was a full bottle with what looked like the apple juice from earlier. She shoved one into my mouth.

“4 minutes baba boy!”

I started to suckle.

“If you keep wetting like this, Mommy is going to have make sure you get lots of fluids. Okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I’d be lying if the cleanup was not kind of enjoyable. The feeling of soft wipes going up and down my lower body. Extra focus on my inner thighs and diaper area. I felt very loved even though Paulina had a massive scowl on her face.

“Okay little loser. All clean!” She cooed condescendingly.

“Now, what are we going to do about your little leaky loser habit? Hmmm…what do you think diaper dummy?”

“I tink a thick diapee Mommy…”

“I just had you in a thick diaper? Do you need an even thicker diaper?”

“Yes Mommy, I needs a ticker diapee.”

“Hahaha. Ok pamper pants.”

The powdering and oiling was not as thorough as my first diapering. But it was still a copious amount. The second I finished my bottle, she shoved another one in my mouth.

“4 minutes baby boy.”

I didn’t need the reminder, but I went straight to work suckling. She went straight to work applying diaper after diaper. I buy them a size up to accomplish multiple layer diaperings. If her plan is to go over 8 layers, one size up might not be enough.

Diaper after diaper after diaper.

I lost count.

She didn’t.

When the powder settled, she took a step back to admire her work. I was completely immobilized.

“I know a wittle dummy like you probably can’t count this high. But you are now wearing 12 diapers! 12! An entire bag. And you know what…I don’t think that’s enough.”

Out came the cloth diapers. She managed to fasten 2 more on me.

She took another step back to look me over.

“Hmmm…just one more think for my dumb diaper baby.”

Oh no. No, no. Not the…

I felt the rustle around my booties. The elastic leg holes making their way up my legs.

The plastic pants.

There was going to be no leaking. But there was going to be a lot of sweating.

“Hips up babykins.”

And just like that the pink plastic pants were snapped over my massive diaper.

“Awww. Look how cute you are. Kick your little baby legs for me. I want to hear the rustles and the crinkles of my little leaky loser.”

I did as I was told. It was really hard. I could barely move my legs.

Out came the phone again.

“Time for another punishment baby. Let’s make another video, but first…”

Click.

“Another one for the wittle baby album! Ok baby. You are going to tell everyone why you’re in such a thick diapee. Understand?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Ok. I’m recording. Baby boy, how’d you end up in such a thick diapee and plastic panties?”

“Because I weaked in my diapee.”

“You leaked? In such a thick diaper? Why?”

“Cause I just a dumb potty pants baby Mommy.”

“How long do you think you’ll keep this diapee dry?”

“I…” I trailed off. As if on cue, I wet my brand new diaper.

“What happened baby?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Hahaha. Already. See what I’m dealing with girls? My goodness.”

She put her phone away.

“This is so much fun taking care of a big dumb diaper boy. And it’s only going to get more fun.”

She left the room and went back to the kitchen. Two more bottles and the paci gag in hand. Paulina shoved the bottle in my mouth.

“4 minutes baby boy.”

She looked at her watch.

“Oh goodness. Look at the time. We need to get the sweepy dumb diaper baby to bed.”

It was barely 6pm. But I was in no position to object.

“Hmmm…what should the widdle baby wear to bed?”

She knew. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She made a straight line for the footed jammies. She picked out one with animal prints and a drop seat on the back. I was pretty grateful that my booties were removed. But my feet were encased by the jammies in no time. The mittens stayed on, but she managed to get my arms into the jammies. My collar and leash stayed on. She hitched the leash to the bed.

“We can’t have you going anywhere. My little dumb baby won’t be escaping this and getting in twouble.”

I wasn’t going to be much of an escape artist with locking mittens and diapers too thick to allow me to move at any kind of speed.

“Up on all fours baby pants.”

It was a struggle. But I got there. She pulled the drop seat down on my jammies.

Click.

“Another picy wicky of my itty bitty baby. We’re already got so many! Okay baby lie down on your side.”

I did as I was told. I felt her come into bed behind me. She wrapped one leg around my waist. She slid her other hand under my armpit. I was getting a cuddle! Except with a catch. The last bottle of the day was slid into my mouth.

“Drink up baby boy. Hold your baba for Mommy.”

I tried to clutch the bottle with my mittens, but the angle was so weird. Paulina was not going to help. She kept me all locked up in a cuddle position, but her hand moved down to my diapered crotch. As I suckled on the bottle, she gave me a series of diaper pats on the front of my diaper. I was basically a front of the diaper spanking. It really did stir me.

“This is your little diaper loser life now. Mommy is always in charge. Get used to it super soaker. I have big plans for my dumb diaper boy.”

I finished my bottle. Before I could even say a word, the pacifier gag was strapped back in.

“Nighty night diaper boy.”

She gave my diaper one last squeeze.

And for what felt like the millionth time that day, I soaked myself.

“Hahaha. What a diaper loser.”

[stellanslashgeode]

Since I got ahead of myself and posted this on a Tuesday might as well add a Snips & Skyguy scene on the appropriate day.

  Anakin showed up to her room, just as she suspected he would, when Ahsoka was sorting items from her old life she would leave behind. He enveloped her in a brotherly hug, of the variety given when he was overly concerned for her welfare.

  “Why’d you say ‘yes’, Snips?”

  She rubbed his back. “Because it’s worth doing.” She allowed herself to be held for a moment, then drew away. “And you taught me never to walk away from the good fight.”

  Anakin made a sour face. “The Council should send a master instead. It’s too much for someone your age.”

  “Skyguy, I’m older than you were when you reluctantly took me on as a Padawan. You taught me well. I’ll be fine.”

  He threw his hands up in the air. “But if you don’t, you’ll die in ignominity. I don’t like the risk-reward ratio.”

  “And if I succeed, I remove a major black eye on the Jedi Order’s reputation. It’s worth the risk. And the Chancellor would owe us favors.”

  His upper lip curled up. “We don’t owe Chancellor Organa anything…”

  “Master, this is about me and the good I can do. Leave your one-sided grudge against Bail Organa out of this.”

  Anakin scoffed. “I know he’s a good man. His heart is in the right place. But we don’t need a good man in his position right now. We need a stronger leader.”

  Sheev Palpatine’s death hit Anakin tripply hard. Not only had he lost his mentor, but the Jedi and the local authorities were not able to solve his possible murder. Sheev was found dead at the bottom of a turbolift shaft with some sort of fuzzy lizard-caterpillar thing wrapped around his neck. The only witness was Senator Amidala’s R2-Unit who had a two-hour gap in his memory banks around the time of the murder (or accident). Careful review of his programming did not reveal any tampering. Tangential connection to the death, and subsequent pregnancy scandal, had derailed Padmé’s political career. Ahsoka thought she was happier as a lobbyist and fundraiser for sentientarian relief efforts, but it would always be a sore subject for her Master.

  Anakin sighed. “I’m going to miss you.”

  “You’ll be my handler, you’ll see me on the regular!”

  “Your friends shall miss you, then.”

  Ahsoka put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a half-smile until he returned it. “Good thing I was trained by the best and I’ll have this case sealed up before you know it.”

  “You’re overconfident, young one.”

  “We have a five-year age difference, Skyguy.”

  “Which means I’m still your elder.” He sighed. “You never got to meet your great-grand-Master, but he would advise you to concentrate on the present at all times, on the flow of the Living Force. Remember that when you’re undercover. Don’t think too much about the mission, or the past, or where the path is leading. Constant situational awareness is key. Okay? Tell me you’ll be safe out there.”

  “I know. I’ll be careful.”

  “Are you comfortable with having to do some crimes, maybe hurting innocent people to get in with Unduli’s operation?”

  Ahsoka crossed her arms and held herself. Honestly, she was chilled by the idea of assuming a gangster alter-ego. She traversed the room and sat down on her bed. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see how the training goes. Maybe I’ll wash out and all this will be moot.”

  Anakin leaned his head to the side and grinned. “Come on! You’re at the top of your class. Look who mentored you.”

  Ahsoka let out a snort. “So now you’re not worried?”

  He leaned at the door frame with a sassy hand on his hip. “I’ll always worry, especially if you’re going to take after me and not worry yourself. But if I’m going to instruct you to put your trust in the Force, perhaps I should do so as well and trust your capabilities.”

  “Enough mushy stuff, you wanna get dinner?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

WIP Wednesday

I've been slowly putting together my Undercover Cop Becomes the Mafia Don's Daughter's Bodyguard AU, "Don't Get Captured" and here's a preview.

When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.

Chapter 1

  One-Thousand years of peace. One-thousand years since the Sith were vanquished. One-hundred plus since the Nihil Crisis. What a time to be alive.

  Sure, there were tons of problems all across the Republic and beyond. The bureaucracy was vast and creaky, prone to cronyism and corruption. Corporate overreach and colonialism. Piracy and crime syndicates.

  But that’s what the Jedi were for. With the Sith extinct, diplomacy and harmonious enforcement of Republic law was their most visible mandate, as well as religious instruction. Being an example to the Galaxy of what peace and justice can accomplish. A paragon of aspiration for the lay people of the Galaxy. At least that’s how it was supposed to work.

  Ahsoka Tano felt a mounting excitement for her impending graduation from the Academy. She wasn’t the most academically-inclined student, but she was shaping up to be an excellent Jedi. 

  She was running parade field drills and mentally revising the guest list for her graduation ceremony when she felt a prickling at the back of her neck, as if the Force were making her wary of upcoming fortuitous changes. She glanced to her right. Under the shade of an arcade walkway her master, Anakin Skywalker, was having an animated conversation with Grandmasters Yoda and Mace Windu. This was not an uncommon sight, her mentor often clashed with the senior leadership, but when he pointed to Ahsoka and then looked utterly exasperated she had a feeling life-altering changes were afoot. 

  That afternoon she was summoned to the northeastern temple spire, the Reassignment Council Tower. Her throat felt dry and she couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat. Nevertheless she gathered up what professional gravitas she could muster and reported in. 

  She was led to a small lounge rather than the main tower chambers. Mace greeted her and asked her to wait for a few minutes while he consulted a report a messenger had just delivered via datapad. It was strange seeing the normally stoic grandmaster seated casually on an armless sofa framed by the evening commute of thousands of Coruscant civilians. Yoda was seated nearby, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Her master, and his master Obi-Wan Kenobi opted to stand off to her left. Kenobi had a vaguely grave feeling about him while Anakin seemed worried. Ahsoka sought to empty her mind of desires and worry. She stood at attention holding her left wrist with her right hand patiently waiting for the meeting to begin in earnest.

  Eventually Mace scrolled down to the bottom of his message, signed the pad with its stylus, and handed it back to the messenger, who quietly departed. He put his hands in his lap and focused his attention on the young Togruta.

  “Padawan Tano, thank you for joining us.”

  “Yessir.”

  “We have a special assignment that requires a talented young Knight. We have gone over the personnel files and feel you are a perfect fit.”

  Ahsoka readjusted her posture to stand even more at attention. “Sir, I am not yet a Knight sir.”

  He almost smiled. “We are aware, Padawan Tano. We cannot divulge the exact nature of this special placement until you accept it. Only that it is undercover work. Deep cover. It may be the work of years. You would ascend to the rank of Knight, but in a private ceremony attended by only those in this room. In public, you would be stripped of all rank and privileges and escorted out of the Temple gates in disgrace, as a civilian. Do you understand?”

  Ahsoka slowly inhaled through her nose and nodded. “Yessir.”

  Yoda, still with his eyes closed, tapped his gimer stick cane on the marble floor. “Everyone in your own creche would consider you a failure, and a dropout. Consider this, before acceptance.”

  Ahsoka frowned. “Sir, is the assignment of such importance as to require such sacrifice?”

  Mace made his lips a tight line. “It is.”

  “Then I shall attend to the will of the Force and follow that path.”

  “You need to be sure of this, Ahsoka.” Anakin tried not to sound like he was pleading. Ahsoka could sense the emotional resonance of the four men and her master had the most trepidation about this mysterious assignment, followed closely by Obi-Wan.

  “Master, if this assignment is worth doing I would be honored to accept it. Glory be damned.”

  Yoda finally opened his eyes. “Damned? Curious choice of words you have.”

  “Are you confident in your decision, Padawan Tano?” Mace asked.

  “Sir, if this is to count as my Knight trials, I accept.”

  “One last thing,” Mace leaned back on his couch and crossed his legs. “Was there anything peculiar about the datapad I was reading earlier?”

  “Sir?”

  “Just generally, search your memory.”

  “Sir, there was a sticker on the back of it.”

  One of his eyebrows raised a millimeter. “What about it?”

  “It was a triangle.” Ahsoka closed her eyes, picturing the object in her mind.

  “What color?”

  “Purple, sir.” She tried not to have it sound like a question.

  Mace smiled warmly, which was always a welcome sight. Yoda looked over at him and nodded. Mace reached into his robes and retrieved a holoprojector disk. He thumbed it on, and it broadcast an image of an adult woman in an orange prison jumpsuit and white cowl, her hands cuffed behind her back, being escorted by two Corrie Guards flanking her. “Do you know who this is?”

  “Sir, that is formally-Jedi Master Luminara Unduli.”

  “She has done much damage to the Order’s reputation, do you know why?”

  “Sir, I believe she was sent to Mirial to bring that system’s criminal cartels to justice but co-opted them instead.”

  “The truth, this is.” Yoda muttered, looking away from the image. Viewing the image quite affected the four men. Ahsoka could feel Obi-Wan’s heart plummet in particular.

  “Supreme Chancellor Organa has asked us to redeem our honor by shutting her operation down.”

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Padawan?”

  “Is she not in custody? Already serving a sentence?”

  Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “She is able to continue directing her syndicate from her prison cell.”

  Ahsoka looked over at him. “How? Didn't we put in the Spire?”

  Mace answered for him. “Since we were only able to charge her with tax evasion and money laundering, the most we could do is place her in a maximum-security facility where she retains visitation rights.”

  Ahsoka nodded.

  “You will be assigned to the Little Mirial district here in the Capitol. You will join the ranks of petty criminals and become affiliated with the Illuminated Syndicate. You will rise in the ranks and get as close to Luminara Unduli as you can. All the while, you shall be collecting intelligence on their activities. Hopefully, we get enough to wrap the organization up and put former Master Unduli in the Spire.” He gestured across the room. “Knight Skywalker has volunteered to become your handler, whom you shall covertly meet with to report your findings. Am I clear?”

  “Sir. Crystal clear, sir.”

  “No trepidations have you?” Yoda asked.

  “Sir. Of course I understand the gravity of the matter, that the Jedi Council not only requires my success, but the Supreme Chancellor as well. How could I refuse, sir?”

  Master Kenobi nodded and scratched his beard. “You are hereby taken off all regular duties to receive special training. From the Jedi in this room, and a select few others. Until then, find your peace and wrap up the affairs of your old life.”

  Ahsoka swallowed, and the gravity of what was being asked of her increased. Her old life, her new life. But what was her life if not service to the Jedi and the Living Force. Surely, she was making the correct decision. “Thank you, sir.”

  “You are dismissed, Padawan.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She took a few steps towards the door, then paused. “If I may, Master, Master Kenobi. Were you dueling earlier?”

  They exchanged looks before Anakin responded. “We did, to blow off some steam.”

  “It looks like you accidentally mixed up whose lightsaber was whose. Might want to fix that.” She turned again towards the turbolift.

  Anakin unhooked Kenobi’s saber from his belt. “Alright, pay up.”

  Obi-Wan dug in his pockets for a few loose credits. “We appear to have chosen the right candidate for the job.”

  Anakin looked at him darkly, then over to the grandmasters. “I’ve been clear about how I feel regarding my Padawan’s first assignment. But if I was to trust anyone to go into that den of snakes, it’s her.”

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day One - Cuteness Aggression

Surprise! I'm doing Mushy May after all! I wasn't planning too but then I started seeing everyone else's amazing fics and got inspired. Going to try and do as many as I can.

Ship: Aurora/Mountain

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 341

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Gentle rays of sunlight filter through the blinds and the birds chirp their morning song. Normally Mountain would have been up an hour or two ago, way before sunrise to get started with the day. Instead, he’s still in bed. The reason? Aurora.

The petite ghoulette is fully living up to her princess nickname, sleeping in as long as she wants. And who is Mountain to disturb her? Even if she wasn’t lying on his arm, he wouldn’t dare move and risk waking her. She’s too cute like this.

Her pastel pink locks are sleep tousled and her mouth hangs open allowing drool to escape onto the pillow but Mountain thinks she’s adorable. Her blushed cheeks and little sighs have him stifling chuckles. When she shifts in her sleep to nuzzle against his chest, he absolutely has concerns about dying of cuteness.

He barely manages to refrain from just squeezing her in a bear hug but the real test of his restraint comes when her eyes flutter open and she yawns and stretches. The contented little chirp she makes and the lazy slow blink she gives him make him melt.

“Good morning Moth.”

“Good-yawn- mornin Mounty.”

“You’re precious, you know that?”

“Hmm?” Aurora fakes mishearing him but the coy grin she tries to hide gives her away.

Mountain indulges her by repeating himself anyway. “You’re precious.”

“I know.” She grins and Mountain can’t take it anymore.

“C’mere.” He pulls her close with the arms she’s still lying on and presses her to his chest.

“Hehe. Cuddly this morning?”

“Can’t help it. You’re so squishable.”

“So are you.” She gets her arms around his to squeeze back before kissing the tip of his nose.

That triggers a kiss fight that has the both of them laughing and peppering anywhere on the other they can reach with kisses. When they finally tire themselves out, they flop back to the bed.

“Why’d Satan make you so cute, huh? Just to make me crazy?” Mountain teases.

“Uh huh!” Aurora giggles as he kisses her again.

[hansensgirl]

୨୧ 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ୨୧

summary. | you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side.

warnings. | non/dubcon (noncon turns to dubcon), dd/lg, dark themes, manipulation, gaslighting, lying, forced drinking (water), dark kinky urges (choking, groping), taking advantage, perversion, mean!chris, forced watersports (forced-peeing yourself, he pees on you), Daddy kink, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, sadist!chris, pet names (little one, baby), heavy degradation, heavy dumbification, humiliation, praise, lack of prep, slapping, creampie kink (reader/talking), cum marking, size kink (reader is shorter/he’s much taller), “punishment” (he pretends), one (1) orgasm denied, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairing. | dark!daddy/caregiver!Chris Evans x naive!little!fem!reader.

word count. | 4.6k

author’s note. | happy birthday to my most bestest girl @sweetlilbambi!! i love you so so much!! hope you enjoy this! thank you so much for everything, i’m so glad you’re my friend! dm’ing you that one time was the best decision ever! have a great birthday baby!! i love you to the moon and back!! unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own. please no kinkshaming :) this is an au! i obviously don’t think chris is capable of doing this. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

my taglist. @hansensfics (please go follow!).

“C’mon, drink up, little one. You don’t want Daddy to be upset, do you?” Chris coaxes, his dominant hand holding your sippy cup as he tilts it for you. You clutch your stuffed animal to your torso—a Le Mutt that Chris managed to snag from eBay. 

With quick gulps, you finish the cup filled with water. 

Chris stands up and looks down, smiling at you, “good girl.” The praise makes you feel all warm and mushy. You’d do anything he asks because of those two promised words. Good girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl. 

“Daddy, are we gonna stay home today?” you question, noticing that he’s been pacing around non-stop, yet you’re wearing your little girl panties. When Daddy takes you somewhere, he puts big girl panties on you. “No, little one. Why’d you ask? Hm?” Chris questions, a piece of his hair falling from the pile that rests on his head.

“Nothin’... Saw you doin’ a bunch of stuff, Daddy. Got curious,” you sheepishly explain, tilting forward and leaning on his legs. Rubbing your cheek on his pants, you mildly wince at the cramp in your stomach. 

Whatever—you’ve been sitting in the same odd position for far too long.

“Really? You spyin’ on me now? I’m just getting some stuff sorted. Do you wanna go out?” 

“Mmm… Yes? Please? Not too long, though. Or too far. Maybe just the park? And we can take Dodgy with us too! Wait, where’s Dodgy, Daddy?” you suddenly shriek, realising you haven’t heard from the dog at all. “Aw, baby. I took him to my mom’s! She missed him a whole lot—way more than you do when I’m gone filming!”

You pout despite the genuinity of Chris’s explanation. Dodger is your best friend—you love playing with him when Daddy is busy. “When’s he comin’ back?” you inquire, unknowingly digging your chin into the hard skin of his leg. “Hm… I think the day after tomorrow, little one. That’s Thursday! But don’t worry, it’s gonna go by so quick, it’ll be like he wasn’t even gone!” your Daddy exclaims.

“And plus,” he starts, “we’ll have so much fun together.”

Eventually, you eagerly nod your head and giggle. Chris lets out a chuckle at your sweet reaction, adoring how cute you are. 

Sometimes, he has the urge to just hurt you because you rot his teeth far too much. Worse than cotton candy or those blue raspberry jolly ranchers that get stuck in his molars. Strong hands are ready to squeeze you—your face, your torso, your throat, your ass.

“Like when we go on our walk! We goin’ to the park, right, Daddy?” 

You sit up on your knees, wincing as the liquid in your stomach sloshes. There’s a mild pressure there as well, but you ignore it. You just drank your water too soon. 

“Hm… We won’t go to the park, little one. We’ll walk down the road to the forest, okay?” he offers, knowing there’s no point in going to the park when Dodger isn’t here.

As Chris awaits your answers, he shakes one of his hands. A small fidget, and now he realises he’s a bit nervous. He shouldn’t be.

This isn’t like the first time he was caught by the paparazzi or when he had an emotionally trying scene to film. It’s not the first movie premiere honouring him, and it certainly isn’t his first photo shoot. 

Just a small nudge in the right direction for you. Chris knows you’ll say no, and he can’t take rejection lightly. 

“Oh, yes, please, Daddy! I love goin’ there. Not much people and we can draw on the ground,” you cheer, pushing your white stuffed animal closer to your face. “You wanna bring your chalk, baby? We can draw some animals! Remember we said we’d draw sheepies next time?” Chris recalls for you, unable to hide his smile. 

You let out a tiny, quiet squeal at the memory. “Mhm! Daddy, ‘m so excited! Wait, we go now or later?” you ask, bringing the stuffed animal down to your knees. “Do you wanna go right now?” he asks, still at full height. “...Yes, please, Daddy…”

The sheepishness of your attitude makes Chris as hard as a rock. Beneath his trousers and boxers, his cock leaks with want—with need. But you’re too oblivious to notice the bulge that begs to be taken care of. 

Fortunately, you don’t have any toys out of their designated boxes. You’ve simply been watching your Daddy and bouncing Le Mutt around with fantastical stories being acted out. Unlike your significant other, you’re no actress. 

“You don’t have to change your clothes, baby. Let me get our adventure bag ready, and then we’ll go,” he tells you, and when you say okay, Daddy, he leaves you in your playroom. The door shuts behind the older man, and there’s a thin-lipped smile on his face. 

Chris unscrews the cap of your bottle and presses the edge of it against the lever on the fridge. 

The pink plastic is filled with water at your preferred temperature in just a few seconds. He doesn't plan on giving it to you just yet—it’s only for added measure.

He pulls open the drawer and grabs the pastel backpack. Each leather section is a different colour, and the pattern is symmetrical. Blue, green, purple. You’re the one who chose it and winced at the three-digit price.

Chris told you that he has a special discount—another lie. They leave his mouth in a practically rehearsed manner. 

Carefully, he places both items on the marble countertop behind him and follows his footsteps back to your room. He pushes the door open with ease and finds that you’ve fixed up your appearance a little bit. It’s too bad it’ll all get ruined in just a few moments.

“Daddy? Can you help me put on my shoes, please?” you politely request, holding up a pair of sneakers with flowers embroidered on the sides. “Of course, little one. But you gotta do your checklist first, remember?” Chris tells you, gesturing to the small poster he helped you draw a while ago.

“Okay… Uhm… I got my shoes, I’m dressed for the weather, Daddy has the baggie, I have Daddy… And that’s it?” you check before gasping. “Oh! And I don’t have to pee, so I won’t have an accident!” 

Hook, line, sinker.

“You sure, princess? Did you already go to the bathroom? You know the rules,” your Daddy hums, referencing rule #5. Always tell Daddy you’re going to the bathroom. “Nuh-uh! Don’t break rules, Daddy. I just don’t have to pee,” you smile, ignoring the ache in your stomach. 

It may be uncomfortable, but in your eyes, going for your walk is more of a priority. “Baby, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom even if you don’t have the urge. When we get out there, we’re gonna have to cut our walk short because you’ll want to pee then,” he explains in faux exasperation. 

You pout at Chris’s tone. Being his good girl is your forte. Rarely are you ever a brat. The occasional whining laces with your words, but you apologise for it before he can start his countdown from 10 to 1. 

“No, Daddy! I promise. Can we go now, please?” you question, standing up and grabbing his sweater. You always keep a hand on him. “I’m sorry, baby, but we’re not going anywhere just yet. You’re using the bathroom before we leave. Don’t make me punish you,” Chris warns.

Head tilting back, you fight a wail that desperately wants to leave your mouth. “Please, Daddy! I promise, I don’t have to go at all!” you try to convince him, even though your full bladder begs to differ. Chris raises one of his eyebrows slightly, and his jaw clenches.

“One… Two…” he begins, resting his hands on his hips. “Go. Now,” he interrupts before continuing his counting. “Three, four, five…” You shake your head rapidly and squeeze your thighs, spewing gibberish pleas to your caregiver. “D– Daddy!” you whisper-cry, arms coming up to Chris’ shoulders.

Eventually, the pain becomes too much, and you start nodding to try and convey your surrender. “Well, you better pee now, princess. It’s gonna get warmer and warmer out there, and your walk won’t be as nice,” Chris warns. You turn on your heel and leave the room, skipping before limping to the nearest bathroom.

It’s next door and near your playroom—the one full of filthy and scandalous toys. In an overlap, it’s painted in the same colour scheme as your other playroom. Pink and white walls with a sort of sunset-feel to them. 

But as you reach for the doorknob, strong hands grab you and nudge you into the almost-fictional room. For fans and gossip mongers, it’s a rumour. For you and your Daddy, it’s very much real. 

You nearly fall to the ground with the strength you’re pushed with. A call for your Daddy comes from you on instinct, but the shushing he gives you isn’t from afar. No, Chris is right behind you—hot on your tail. 

“Careful, baby. You’re gonna hurt yourself,” your Daddy coos, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you up. He makes you stand in front of him even though you desperately need to relieve yourself. “Daddy, please? Can I go to the bathroom? I– I’ll make it quick! And ‘m never gonna be a brat again. ‘M sorry—please?” you beg.

Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body, lingering at your exposed legs. Your knees touch as you try to fight back the urge to go right there and then. The pinched look on your face is adorable, and so is the pout you’re sporting. You’re oblivious to your expression while your caregiver soaks it all in.

Your lips part in a bid to beg once more, but the older man is quicker than you. “Shh…” Chris shushes, dragging out his soothing sound and tightening his grip on you. 

Letting out a sob, you can’t hold it anymore. Tears leak down your cheeks as the dam inside you breaks. Your panties and skirt are ruined, soaked in your piss—and it’s all your fault. If you had listened to Chris at first, this never would’ve happened. You should’ve trusted your Daddy. 

“Oh, poor baby…” he coos, still not letting go. In fact, he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your delicate frame as you make a mess. The drips patter on the floors, and you’re covered in your liability. That ache in your abdomen dissipates when your streams come to a slow stop. “Shh… You’re okay, now, princess.”

Sobs wrack your chest as you push your face into Chris’s warmth. “Look at what happens when you don’t listen to Daddy, baby. You made a mess everywhere! And now we can’t go on our walk,” he gently scolds you, pulling you away although your clutch his shirt within your hands. 

You nod and look down, still sniffling and wallowing in both regret and shame. With Chris, there was no need for embarrassment. But now, you’re riddled with humiliation and have half a mind to get on your soiled knees and start grovelling. 

“‘M sorry, Daddy… I’m so sorry!” you exclaim through your weeping. “It’s okay, princess,” he reassures, further pushing his stiff member into your stomach. 

You notice Chris’s largeness, sparking curiosity inside your fuzzy mind, but you choose to ignore it. 

“But you know you have to be punished, princess. Remember rule #3? Whenever you make a mess, you need to take your punishment,” Chris tells you, nudging you in the right direction. 

You’ve left things in shambles and ruins so much that your Daddy had to create an absolute rule to get you to stop. “Mhm… I’ll take my punishment, Daddy… You’re not mad?” 

Hope riddles your words, and you crane your neck to look up at the older man. “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed, baby. But it’s okay. Your punishment will fix it all up,” Chris hums, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

The soothing action makes you smile, though it’s wobbly from your sadness. “Uh-huh, uh-huh! Will take punishment like a good girl, Daddy! Pinky promise,” you tell him, going to extend your tiny finger out before Chris manhandles you with the same roughness from before.

Suddenly, you’re bent over the bench he reserves for his more impact play-related repercussions. Spankings are painful, but you’d rather take those than your caregiver’s wrath. You await your hits patiently, holding onto the edge of the seat. 

What comes isn’t a swat from a belt or a slap from Chris’s hands. No, instead, his voice is low, and the abruptness of it makes you flinch. “Fuck, you made me so damn hard, baby. I oughta treat you like a whore for that. It was so damn sexy,” he mumbles, and you’re now more lost than ever.

You desperately want to ask the older man what his words mean, but you’re worried you’ll upset him more. The mere thought makes your heart ache immensely. 

Rough hands flip your wet skirt up, and they squeeze the plump flesh of your ass. Chris gropes you roughly, his harsh touches making your cunt clench in anticipation. Fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, and he pulls them down. 

Cool air hits your folds, leaving you even more vulnerable than you already are. Your eyes flutter shut as you wait for the first spank, but it never comes. Rustling is heard behind you, and you want to look at Chris badly.

Your caregiver fumbles with the buttons and zipper on his pants. His cock begs to be released and shoved inside your tight, warm, wet channel. The memories of you wetting yourself in front of him replay in his mind over and over—making his member twitch under the confines.

Rather than stinging, you feel the leaky, mushroom tip of your Daddy’s cock. It presses against your fuckhole, and the realisation has you clenching on instinct. “Look at that tiny pussy, baby. Daddy’s cock always abuses this little hole, hm? Poor thing…” 

You whimper at his words, the filth never failing to leave you weak. Chris rubs his engorged cock between your folds that are soaked with different fluids. The pre-cum that rolls in beads mixes with your mess, and he hisses from the friction. 

Each time the older man’s member rubs on your clit, you bite back a whine. You’re not sure what your penalty is, but you take whatever Chris gives you. “I wish I could stretch this cunt out, princess, but Daddy needs to punish you, so you’re just gonna handle it like a big girl, okay?” he tells you.

But he doesn’t wait for your response. He simply lines up with your entrance and pushes in roughly, bottoming out in one strugglesome stroke. “Shit, you’re so tight, baby. Even after I’ve pounded this fuckhole, you still feel like a fucking vice,” Chris groans, his balls touching your wet clit. 

His cock is so deep inside you that it’s overwhelming. Your varying emotions burn into each other and leave you a blur. A few seconds pass, and while you still haven't adjusted fully, the stretch isn’t as bad as it was at first. 

Short breaths leave your mouth as you soothe yourself. “You better take this dick like a good girl, princess. Or else Daddy’s gonna have to punish you even more,” Chris husks, his voice full of darkness and capability. 

“‘M gonna take your cock like a good girl, Daddy! I promise!” you whisper-shout cheerfully. He hums in delight, looking at your face in the mirror's reflection. It’s squished as you’ve pressed your head against your folded arms, keeping yourself low as you’re ashamed. “Good girl.”

Chris can read you like a picture book—the easiest task he’ll ever be handed.

Eventually, he pulls his hips back until just his mushroom head remains inside your cunt. He already shines with your wetness. Then, he sheathes himself once again and begins to fuck you. His pace is moderate, but his thrusts are rough.

It’s almost as if your cervix bruises with each push and pull. Occasionally, your Daddy’s cock kisses your sweet spot and leaves you shuddering with pleasure. You gnaw on the skin of your arm as you try your best to not whine. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, your wet squelches and pathetic moans following. “Such a dirty little whore, hm? Making a mess everywhere, and you still want Daddy to fuck you,” Chris spits, and you hum as best as possible. 

You angle your eyes to the mirror, and watch as your fully-clothed boyfriend fucks into you. The hair piled on his head falls just a bit as he looks down, watching your cunt stretching around his thick cock. 

Suddenly, one of the hands that grip your waist tightly comes up to your head, grabbing the back of your skull. Chris leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as his head slots between the crook of your neck. He looks at the mirror and locks gazes with you, his thrust halting as his hand approaches your face.

Thick fingers rest against your cheek, and you give your Daddy a shy smile. He returns it before pulling his palm away. You barely have time to let out a sound of confusion when he lands a smack on your skin. Chris does so continuously, slapping you until your skin stings and numbs. 

At the same time, the older man grinds his cock inside you. The friction is delicious and contrasts the pain that blooms in your face. He groans right in your ear, and you let out whimpers that sound like sobs mixed with moans. 

His balls rub against your clit as his cock tortures both your spongey spot inside you and your cervix. Your skin feels raw once Chris is done abusing it, waiting for the next blow even though it doesn’t come. His touch is like a phantom—you still feel it. 

“Messy little girl… It’s a good thing you have Daddy here to clean up after you,” he coos, kissing your other cheek before he resumes his thrusting. “T– Thank you, Daddy,” you obediently tell Chris, the coarse hairs of his beard scraping your right cheek. It almost balances the pain in your visage.

“You made me do this, baby. This is all your fault. See what happens when you don’t do what Daddy says? You become a disgusting little thing,” Chris grunts, his words mean but true. His thrusts move with such ease—your arousal is more than obvious now. “But it’s okay. Daddy loves nasty little girls like you.”

He presses chaste kisses to the side of your face, tongue trailing along where your tears streaked. Your caregiver laps up the remaining saltiness on your skin. “You’re just leaking everywhere, aren't you, princess? From those little doe eyes to that tight cunt of yours,” Chris moans, picking up the pace and roughness of his thrusts again.

You cry out as a different pressure builds inside you. It’s not as painful as the previous one but just as demanding. Flames lick at your insides as you cry out, a signal for your Daddy. 

“Awe, is my little girl gonna come already? Hm? Gonna make another mess?” the older man taunts, nipping at your ear. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you moan, your thighs squeezing together, and your breathing quickens.

“I think you’ve done enough begging for the day, baby. Go ahead, cream Daddy’s cock and then I’ll forgive you,” Chris tells you, and the bargain is more than enough for your core to clench around his cock. You squeeze him tightly, crying out, Daddy. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you better listen to me all the time.”

You nod your head as your slick coats his red member. Creaminess spills out of your sweet cunt, and Chris groans at the sight. The tightness around his cock is addictive, the very thing he has to fantasise about when he’s away from home. 

“Shit, look at all that cream, baby. Such a good little slut for me—squeezing my cock with that dirty fuckhole a’ yours,” he seethes, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and pressing you close to his chest. “Mmm… Th– Thank you, Daddy!” you squeal, each punch of Chris’s hips pushing a moan out of your throat.

He groans against your skin, taking in the scent of you that is simply unforgettable. While the older man is musk and cologne, you’re sweet lotion and sweat—tears and fear, too. 

You can barely breathe steadily with the way your boyfriend is fucking you. He abuses your sopping hole and leaves no room for you to catch a break. Your cream soaks his cock and drips down his heavy, swollen balls. The sacks slap against your clit and send jolts of pleasure up your spine. 

“Stupid slut, pissing everywhere like you’re a little baby. But you are, aren’t you? A stupid little baby who can’t live without her Daddy,” Chris groans, remembering the fear in your eyes and the mildly tinted stream that flowed down your legs and onto the floor. “See what happens when you don’t listen to your Daddy? You become a mess that even you can’t clean up.”

Nodding your eyes, his words sink in like sharp blades on soft skin—skin stained with pee because you just had to be a dumb baby. 

Another orgasm shines past the horizon, slowly peeking and ready to blend with the intensity of the night that once was. “Ah—Daddy– Gonna come again. Can I come, please? Please? ‘S so good…” you plead, words dragging into a pathetic moan. “Already, baby? Oh, you’re such a dirty girl. Good thing Daddy knows how whores should get treated. Go ahead, come on my cock since you just can’t help it.”

On his order, the elastic inside you snaps quickly, and you flood Chris’s cock with your slick once more. The room smells of filthy things—sex, sweat, spit, and urine. 

“Good girl,” Chris grunts in your ear as you squeeze him tightly. “Such a good fucking girl.”

You babble like the baby you are, making your caregiver laugh. His chuckle is a low baritone that makes you even wetter. Squelching sounds join your moans and a ring of creaminess forms at the base of his cock. It stains Chris’s flushed skin and the trimmed hairs there. 

“T– Thank you, Daddy. Thank you s– so much…” you pant, riding your high as your boyfriend fucks you through the euphoria. His thrusts haven’t relented and keep that same rough, punishing pace. Repeatedly, he attacks either your sweet spot or your cervix, causing you to wince and whine. “You’re welcome, princess.”

Helpless, you try to slump down. Your body gives out, and you give all your weight to Chris. He holds you up with his incredible strength before tutting. “Uh-uh, already fucked out, baby? How pathetic. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Just give up,” he snarls, and you nod your head. He’s rendered you wordless—stupid, really. 

“You feel good and stupid, hm? Letting Daddy’s fat cock fill you up inside of some thoughts. Dumb, cock-hungry whore,” he groans, chest and muscles all flexing as you clench down. 

Wet walls squeeze Chris so tightly—almost as if you’re just to fight him, trying to push his cock out of your cunt. But don’t you know? You were made to take his dick—moulded like his custom-made fleshlight. 

The dresser’s mirror bounces against the wall each time Chris thrusts forward, pounding your little cunt. Your lips itch for something, either a passionate kiss or your pacifier. But you’re being punished right now, and the last thing you want to do is upset your Daddy. 

His roughness is practically terrifying. It’s like the one who has sworn to protect you is bullying you and your poor little pussy. You lie there helpless, taking Chris’s cock because it’s what he wants you to do. 

Loud grunts, groans, and moans are in your ear, the volume hurting you so badly. But the sounds themselves are gorgeous. 

Your Daddy’s impressive shaft pulls high-pitched sounds and your wetness out of you. He drips in your cream, soaking the area surrounding the connection. “So wet for Daddy even though he’s just so mean to you, huh? I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” Chris notes.

You’re too far gone to understand what he’s saying. It’s kind of like when he’s in his meetings, and he uses those big words that you never hear of until then. You get hung up on his pronunciation, replaying it over and over until it sounds like absolute nonsense. 

A third climax claws its way through your body, leaving pleasurable wounds in its wake. “O– Oh my! D– Daddy, can I come again?” you politely request, hoping he’s let you. This one is so intense that you’re sure you’ll make another mess that, fortunately, won’t be as humiliating as your earlier one. “Again? You’re joking, right?”

The harshness of his tone makes you whimper, but you still nod your head. “No, no, you don’t get to come, baby. What a fucking slut,” Chris spits, and just as you’re about to squirt all over his member, he pulls out.

You’re left sobbing and gaping, fuckhole stretched wide open and repeatedly clenching around nothing. The sudden emptiness is almost unbearable. Your clit throbs, and you try to rub your thighs to alleviate the ache, but Chris doesn’t let you. 

Your pussy is coated in shininess. The sparkle and gleam of your juices make the older man want to fuck his fist so badly, but he can’t. 

“P– Please, Daddy!”

He stands back, his hold leaving and causing you to fall forward. Your chest heaves, and your heart clamours. Chris holds his cock in his dominant hand and pulls your skirt up even more. 

“Shhh, shhh. Stay there—just like that,” he shushes. Suddenly, warm liquid coats your skin. It sprays on your back, your ass, your thighs, and drips down to the hardwood floors. You let out a sound of confusion that echoes like a sob. 

Turning your head, you look back in horror and watch as your Daddy pisses on you. He’s called you his plaything, his doll, his fleshlight—what’s next? His personal urinal?

“Aww… How sweet. You and your pussy are crying, little one,” Chris coos. “Shh… No, no, it’s okay. It’s just your punishment, baby! I had to do it. You’re taking it so well. See? Daddy made a mess, too!” 

His consolation works—the older man knows that. He watches as the tiny, pink, useless gears in your head turn before you nod your head and smile at him. Chris can feel himself getting harder in his hand.

Eventually, the stream stops, and he uses your wetness as lube. He jerks himself off in expert, quick strokes. He steps closer and aims for your cunt this time, watching as it adjusts to not having himself inside. 

“W– Wait, D– Daddy! P– Please—Inside? Want you to fill me up with your cum, Daddy! Please! I won’t be a brat ever again! A– And I’ll clean up the messes, too!” you bargain, but Chris simply ignores you.

With a deep groan, he hits his climax. Ropes of cum land on your swollen folds wasted on marking you when you could’ve been filled up with his spunk. Instead of a cumdump, you’re now his little cumrag. 

“Poor thing… You’re so messy. I guess Daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to clean up after yourself. I think you’d look cute in a maid’s outfit, baby. What do you think?”

You’re not sure what to say—expected. Dirty, dumb little girls like you don’t think. Daddy has to do everything for you. 

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“Well I wouldn’t want to keep ye from prince charming. Ye look like ye are ready to shag Jekyll soon.” Hyde teased. ‘HYDE!’ Henry shouted in a mortified tone. Two Brains looked at Hyde with confusion as he tried to recall what shag meant before his face turned red. The mad scientist cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “Well I’m obviously not going to do that until he is ready.” Two Brains exclaimed. This caused Hyde to blush deep red before shaking his head. “Well I’m leaving before ye start getting all mushy, talking about Jekyll. See ye later Whiskers.” With that, Hyde left, taking his still goopy clothes while wearing the henchmen uniform. “That guy is definitely an odd fellow.” Two Brains commented. He shook his head. He had no idea what had gotten into him with Hyde. He loved Henry, that was the honest truth. For some reason, Hyde seemed to be arousing him as well. Despite what some people might think, Two Brains wasn’t the heart breaker type. He didn’t play around with people’s romantic emotions. He especially wasn’t a cheater. He had seen what happened to his sister’s ex boyfriend Brad who cheated on her. No way did he want that type of life. “Tiny blonde man smells like human mate.” Dr. Two Brain became startled when he heard Squeaky suddenly speak. “Huh? What are you talking about Squeaky?” Two Brains inquired curiously. Squeaky let out a sigh as if it was the most obvious thing. “Squeaky said, tiny blonde man smells like human mate. That is why stupid man feels attracted to him.” Squeaky reiterated. “Now give Squeaky cheese to eat.” Dr. Two Brains rolled his eyes but gave into Squeaky’s demands as picked a cheese wheel from his stash and began to devour it. All the while he still thought about Squeaky’s comment on Hyde smelling like Henry. He hadn’t really noticed but maybe Squeaky had a point there. He also couldn’t help but think how Hyde and Henry looked similar to each other facial wise. ‘Could they be distant relatives or something?’ Two Brains pondered. It would explain why Henry hired Hyde to babysit Amber and why they smelled similar to his mouse senses. Hyde snuck back to the apartment after a long day. He had gotten some curious looks from passersby though they suddenly became busy when Hyde glared and sneered at them. He walked back into the apartment and noticed Rachel was on the laptop chatting with someone while holding Amber. Amber turned her head and her eyes lit up when she saw her other dad. “Papa you’re back!” Amber squealed as she raced towards Hyde and gave the man a hug. Hyde smiled warmly at Amber. “Hello me little troublemaker. Ah would give ye a hug but ah am a bit sticky right now.” Hyde exclaimed. Rachel gave the man a confused look. “Edward, what happened to your clothes?” Rachel inquired. Hyde let out a huff. “Long story, but Whiskers has a goop ray, and it turns out ye need to take about five baths in order to wash the goop off.” Hyde then handed her his clothes which still had some goop on them. Amber’s nose scrunched up in disgust. She hated bath time. It was always a hassle for Henry and Rachel to get the young werewolf pup to bathe. Rachel frowned as she examined the gooped clothes. “Did Dr. Two Brains fire his goop ray at you?” Rachel asked in a worried tone. Hyde looked at her with confusion. “No, ah was messing with it and the bloody ray went off on me. It was more embarrassing than scary. His henchmen gave me a spare uniform to wear. Why’d ye think he shoot a ray at me?” Hyde never told Rachel about the scary encounter with Two Brains after he mentioned Maddrix. The woman also had a pleasant encounter with the man so he nor Henry had any idea where that question even came from. Rachel shook her head quickly, relaxing a bit. “Never mind, just a baseless assumption. I will take care of this while you change. By the way. Did Dr. Two Brains mention if his goop was machine washable?” @unhingedexperimenter

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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I haven't seen many bodyguard type of prompts so...may I ask for one?

List of “so now I apparently have someone who’s supposed to protect me because I’m incapable of protecting myself” prompts

“I’ll protect you, I swear.” “Well, you’d better, because you’re not getting paid if I die.” 

“Now, why would they hire you as my bodyguard? You look like you’d break in half if someone so much as kicked you.” “Well, my blackbelt says otherwise.” 

“You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.”

“I didn’t realise you were this soft.” “I’m not soft.” “Sure, keep lying to yourself then.” 

“Don’t fucking die on me, I swear to God!” “…It’s literally a paper cut, I’m fine.” “Yeah, but— but a paper cut can still cause life threatening complications!” 

“People think you’re scary but really, you’re just a soft marshmallow, all soft and mushy on the inside and burnt on the outside.” “…Are you comparing me to a roasted marshmallow?” 

“I didn’t ask for you to protect me! I didn’t— I didn’t ask for any of this.” 

“I don’t want you getting hurt because of me anymore, so I’m firing you. You’ll no longer work for me.” “That’s not for you to decide. I’m staying right here until I’m absolutely sure you’ll be okay.” “…Why the hell do you have to be so stubborn? What part of I don’t want you getting hurt don’t you understand?!” 

“I think you can use those strong arms of yours to do plenty of other things with me, if you catch my drift.” 

“You’re paid to care about me, let’s not forget that, so don’t overstep your boundaries.” 

“I asked you to teach me how to defend myself, but how the fuck did we end up in this very weird and very compromising position and most important of all, why do I kind of like it?”

“Why the fuck are they standing in the room while we’re trying to get it on?” “Well, they’re… They’re supposed to be there to protect me so I can’t do much about it.” “What, so they’re just gonna watch us fuck?”

“You know you don’t have to keep watch over me all the time, right? Especially when I’m about to go to town with someone.” “They might end up harming you for all I know; I’m not risking it.”

“Just admit it: you’re jealous because I’m out here fucking around with other people and you don’t want that to happen.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I said get out of the way! What are you doing?!” “I can’t let you get hurt.” “And I can’t let you get hurt, either!”

“My job is to protect you so if you think I’m doing this because I care then you’re wrong.” “Don’t— you don’t mean that.” 

“You’re like, the only friend I have, even though you’re paid to be here. So, please don’t leave…”

“It’s not about the money anymore. It’s because I fucking care about you. So please, don’t tell me to leave, and please don’t tell me to not get hurt because I won’t be able to bear it if you’re the one who gets hurt.” 

“Why do you care, anyway?” “Because I’m kind of paid to do so and if I don’t, then I lose my job? And your family pays well, so…”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way as I do.” “…I’m not supposed to feel the same way as you do.” 

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” “Not until you promise me you won’t run away again.” 

“Fuck! Why’d you kick me?! I was literally just injured—” “Don’t you fucking do that again, you asshole!” “But it’s my job—” “I don’t care, just stop getting injured because of me! How are you supposed to protect me if this keeps happening?!” “But that’s the point of what I do. It’s why I’m even here in the first place.” 

“I leave for five seconds and you end up in the hospital. Are you kidding me?” “Look, I thought I could climb that tree to save that poor kitten. I’ll have you know I was an agile kid back then!” “…My God, what am I going to do with you?” 

“I swear if you actually die—” “Relax, it’s just a bullet to the leg. I’ll survive.” “You idiot—”

“You’re stressing me the hell out and I’ve only been doing this for a week.” 

“How stupid are you?! You could have died!” “…Are you yelling at me right now?” “Only because I’m worried about you.” “Since when did you ever worry about me?” “Since the very fucking start, that’s when.” 

“Can you pretend to value your life for one goddamned second so I don’t have to constantly worry about you?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m tired. Can’t you piggyback me?” “No.” …. “You can never say no to me, can you?” “Shut up.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone while I’m fucking crying?!” “…I’ve a feeling that’s the exact opposite of what you want.”

“God, why don’t you ever listen to me? Stay. Don’t go.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’ve never learned to ask for things nicely?”

“It was the danger of the situation which caused a sudden rush of adrenaline which caused me to kiss you so it didn’t actually mean anything!”

“I’m grateful to you for protecting me but I also want you to take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Fuck, wake up— I told you not to die for me—”

“…That goes beyond what a usual bodyguard would do and I think you’re well aware of that.”

“You sometimes make me feel like a damned babysitter.”

“You were hired to watch over me. You do realise that, right? So I want you to keep your eyes on me at all times.” 

“You’re always so gentle with me. Why? Do you think I’m that fragile?” 

“Since you’re responsible for my life anyway, why not become responsible for me as a whole?”

“Are we going to pretend like you didn’t confess to me because you thought I was dying?” “Well, you ended up okay so it doesn’t count. People say stupid things when they’re panicking.” 

“Why are you straddling me?” “Because I’m practicing self-defence?” “I can easily throw you off of me. You know that, right?” “But I know you wouldn’t.”

“You know I like it rough, right?” “…Excuse me?” “Well, considering the position we’re in, I think we can take advantage of that, no?” 

“This is strictly a client-customer relationship.” “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“Your clumsiness is your biggest enemy at this point.” “I’m not that clumsy!” “This is the third time you’ve injured yourself this week.”

“Really, what are you going to do without me here, making sure you don’t accidentally knock yourself out?” 

“You want me to stay?” “Just… For tonight. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You make me worry for everyone else’s safety.” 

“Can’t you stay?” “My job here is done. There’s no reason for me to stay—” “Not even for me?” 

“You need to let loose a little. Look at you! You’re so tense! How can you live like that?” … “Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t let loose too much. Lesson learned.” 

“You’re scaring everyone away!” “Well, it’s good to know I’m a natural threat eliminator.” 

“You were hurt because of me.” “As long as you’re safe then it doesn’t matter what happens to me.” 

“…I get you’re trying to take care of me but have you considered leaving me alone? I think I can recover quicker that way.” “But you nearly died protecting—” “I think I might actually die if I have to eat one more meal made by you.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” 

“You’re going to be the death of me and I mean that literally.” 

“I don’t need you.” “What happened just then proves you otherwise.” 

“You did not have to hit them that hard. They weren’t even a threat!” “You didn’t seem comfortable talking to them so I had to do something about it. It’s in my job description.” 

“How about I be your bodyguard for one day? Like, a role reversal thing?” “Not if I want us both to stay alive.” 

“Wait, why are you leaving?” “Because you’re about to change and I’m not going to stand around watching that happen.” “What if someone climbs through the window and tries to kill me? Will you take responsibility for that?”

”If you really do think of me as just your cliental or whatever the fuck you want to call me then there was no reason for you to kiss me that hard back there.”

“If you’re the one who protects me, then who’s going to protect you?” “I don’t need protecting, unlike some people. For one, I don’t trip over thin air on a daily basis.” “…You know what? Fuck you.” 

[lovelythief]

𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚠; 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟹𝟶𝟾

Gintoki’s unmoving cock sits hot and heavy inside your cunt as you straddle him on his office chair. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and take shallow breaths as sweat marks a slow trail down the back of your neck, into your stuffy kimono.

The seconds feel like hours in this stasis. You swallow and clutch the fabric of his black shirt between your fingers. “H-How much longer?” you carefully ask.

He knocks the lollipop in his mouth to his cheek and speaks with a dead tone, as if he wasn’t currently spearing your pussy in his living room-slash-office, where people could—and have—freely walk in. “Why’d you wanna know?” he retorts, “You’re not giving up already, are you?”

Ugh. This was a bad idea. A terrible, horrible, awful idea to challenge Gintoki in something sexual. Especially when it puts a sadist in a position of control. Especially when you’re something of a masochist.

Your shoulders tense as you hear the slow turning of another page. The immense pressure laying against your walls makes it weakly clamp down. Your thighs are starting to cramp. How much longer?

Gintoki isn’t especially known for his self-control, so why does it feel like you’ll be the first to break?

Your breathing stops altogether as Gintoki adjusts his position on the seat, securing his arm tightly around your waist and unfairly preventing you from wiggling your hips as he shifts. Giving you only the slightest brush of your clit against his pants and the smallest rock of his hips, he stalls.

Still edging you on the cusp of pleasure; still leaving you unsatisfied.

You really regret provoking him. You can’t even recall what you’d said to get him riled up and eager to prove a point; your brain was mushy: too focused on keeping yourself frozen-stiff and trying not to implode.

“Relax.” Gintoki’s words send a shiver straight down your spine and into your cunt.

That’s easy for him to say.

You try to lift your head from his shoulder, but his large hand shifts from your waist to cradle your nape and firmly pushes you back down. Your hips have a brief moment of freedom that you abuse without a second thought, adjusting your hips so his cock isn’t firmly pressing against your cervix.

Gintoki’s hand comes off your neck and lands hard on your thigh. “Stay still,” he grunts as the impact makes you keen, “your big head is blocking my view.”

What he wouldn’t let you see is how he hasn’t gone past a single page since you sat on his cock. He flips through the same panels over and over again, the words and the drawings blur and blending together. His entire concentration is spent keeping himself controlled so he doesn’t blow his load prematurely—but the way you tremble while your cunt flutters around him is driving him up the wall.

The air grows tense as neither one of you willingly admits defeat. Your breaths are strained with a whine every time Gintoki’s dick twitches, tempting you to give in and beg to be fucked. Gintoki’s nails dig crescent moons into your waist through your clothes, itching to pull you down and grind his hips up into you until you sob for mercy.

He’d never admit it out loud, but Gintoki—for all intents and purposes—is not afraid to cheat.

Gintoki startles you suddenly by throwing his long legs up from the floor, leaning back in the chair, and crossing them on the corner of his desk. You squeal with the violent shift, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life as his cock seems to bury deeper into your cunt.

“T-That’s unfair..! You’re not—supposed to move—either!” you weakly smack his shoulder, shaking like a leaf on his lap. The pressure against your lower abdomen spiked. You know you can’t last much longer.

“I can’t even get comfortable?” Gintoki taunts, trying to provoke more of a reaction so he can claim both bragging rights and your pussy. “You’re the one moved shifted first, you know. If you can’t handle it, you can tell Gin-san.”

“You—”

A series of sharp knocks interrupt their bickering. You freeze. Another knock at the door.

“Boss?” A familiar voice calls out from behind the front door. “Are you in? I have something important!”

It’s Yamazaki.

You blanch and immediately try to pull yourself off Gintoki before Yamazaki could walk in on you, but Gintoki slams you back down onto his lap before you could rise an inch. 

“Gintoki, we can’t!” you whisper desperately.

He doesn’t budge. “Suck it up,” he hisses back, “endure it quietly until he leaves.” There’s no way he could hide his erection if you got off of him now. If he’s going to be blue balled, he might as well be buried in your warmth.

Yamazaki calls out again, a little louder.

Gintoki smooths out their clothes and wraps his arms around your trembling body, holding you against him to fool Yamazaki into believing that you two were cuddling. “Come in.” he dryly responds.

You breathe through your nose and square your shoulders, grateful that Gintoki’s arms are at least large enough to cover up most of the tension. You bite Gintoki’s shoulder to keep yourself quiet, wetting his shirt with saliva and tears as you try to relax and play along, but Gintoki is just so big.

Yamazaki walks in, seemingly oblivious to the situation. He greets the head of the Yorozuya loudly but cuts himself off as soon as he sees Gintoki holding you against his chest. “Ah,” Yamazaki covers his mouth with his hand and goes from a near-yell to a whisper, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s fine. She’s a heavy sleeper.” Gintoki snaps at the Shinsengumi spy, his lips in a flat line and clearly not in the mood to entertain. “What do you want.”

You can hear the hesitation in Yamazaki’s voice. You feel bad for him; whatever face Gintoki’s making right now is definitely scaring the shit out of him. But you really, really need him to leave. Gintoki probably feels the same way.

“I—um—was asked to inform you that Kondou-san requested your help in—"

“When?” Gintoki cuts him off.

Yamazaki shuffles around nervously. “T-Tomorrow.”

“Then bother me later,” Gintoki waves Yamazaki off, all but explicitly kicking him out, “and tell Gorilla to send me a letter with cash in it a week in advance next time!”

“R-Right!” Yamazaki bows his head but lingers for a second too long, staring suspiciously. He can’t help it; he’s trained to see the little details. But Gintoki is faster than he is, and kicks his foot across the table, sending the book flying straight into the poor man’s face.

Yamazaki is quick to apologize as he runs out the door with a new bruise on his head, leaving you in silence as you hear his hasty rush down the wooden steps.

You raise your face from Gintoki’s shoulder, a string of saliva connecting his shirt to your mouth with how hard you’d been biting him. Dazed and shamelessly bucking your hips for friction, you make eye contact with Gintoki for the first time since you started this pointless challenge.

“Toki,” you part your wet lips, “can’t take it anymore...”

 Gintoki pushes the chair back and cups your ass, effortlessly lifting you up and onto the table as his chair hits the wall. You watch him tear off his shirt, soaked with your spit and salty tears, and toss it behind him, still writhing uselessly against his cock.

He heaves each breath over you, staring intensely as you stay sprawled out on the middle of his desk, equally flushed. Equally wanting. He nearly breaks the table with how much force he uses to bend over you.

“Fuck it.” 

He crashes his lips against yours. 

[kokichixreaderthings]

kokichi x reader he has a crush on getting under the mistletoe! <3

hi hi!! it’s the ✨holiday season✨so i wrote this obligatory mistletoe fanfic!! basically kokichi wants to trick you to get under the mistletoe because he wants to kiss you 😘 😘😘 i hope this is as fluffy as i wanted it to be!!

It was the middle of December, a few weeks before the whole Christmas celebration. The mistletoe Kokichi hung was right in place, hidden by a small little disguised curtain with a string attached to it, ready for you to walk under it and be surprised by the flirty plant.

He didn’t want to admit it, him being a supreme leader who boasted about his incredible ideas and confidence and all, but he was nervous. So nervous. He had been planning this idea for months, actually, and he really didn’t want to mess it up! Of course, he rarely ever messed up any pranks he’s made, but this was different! It wasn’t even really a prank, just an attempt to kiss you disguised as a prank. Because, duh, he couldn’t ask to genuinely kiss you! How could he do that?!

He didn’t even like crushes, they’re too truthful and mushy and gushy and he can’t lower himself to actually love someone!!! ...

But that’s a whole lie, he loves having a crush on you.

It’s just that you were one of the only people who even bothered to try to tolerate him! ...It was interesting. He was unsure why’d you do such a thing, hanging out with an annoying liar who always seemed to say the wrong thing at the wrong times.

Yet you still stayed with him, and was pretty persistent with it too, not giving into his antics that tired to push you away when you got too close.

So really he had no choice but to just...let you in.

And he couldn’t deny that it made him happy to be with someone who appreciated his company, someone other than a D.I.C.E. member! Someone with a beautiful smile, a beautiful laugh, a beautiful everything....

It was hard for him to pinpoint exactly what he liked about you, he may be a supreme leader with extreme power, but he was absolutely clueless on crushes. It wasn’t often that he fell for someone, his trust issues and secret insecurities causing him to distance himself from others....but you were just...so special. Too special to ignore.

So the misletoe plan started. Once the holiday season started up, it was like the first thing on his mind! To get the chance to actually kiss you...it was a chance he needed to take! Your lips just looked so nice to kiss... And he’s done mistletoe pranks before so he had an idea of what he’s doing, though he’s never done one with the intention to actually kiss anyone....and he’s also never been kissed.

It was a little, no, it was very nerve wracking!!!!

He knows there is a chance you won’t kiss him at all. that you won’t fall for the ‘trick’. That you’ll laugh that amazing laugh and smile your cute smile and walk away from the mistletoe, never to know that it was a genuine gesture. Or maybe you’ll get mad at him for pulling such a ‘prank’ and finally agree with everyone else that he’s an annoying liar and nothing else!

Jeez, maybe he should just leave. Stupid you for making The Kokichi Ouma so filled with butterflies! This is so unfair! It’s all your fault for being so cute that he wants to kiss you!

Hmph. Maybe he should just leave.

He knows he doesn’t deserve you anyways. You’re too wonderful and beautiful for a liar like him who can’t even kiss you without disguising it as a prank. Besides, you weren’t even here yet, he could just tell you he had to cancel because of D.I.C.E. stuff or something-

But then he saw you in the distance. Walking towards him.

You looked so pretty, so handsome, you always did. Like something out of a stupid daydream he had. It was actually hard to believe that this wasn’t a dream, that you were approaching him standing under the misletoe, the chance of you kissing him lingering in the air.

You looked so unsuspecting of him, a smile on your face as you thought this was just another regular hang out invitation. As far as he could tell, you had no idea what he was planning to do a few minutes later.

Once you found out, you could push him away, look disgusted at him, claim you’d never kiss him in a million years or...something negative like that....Though, yet again, you could accept the ‘joke’ proposal, lean in and press those beautiful lips against his chapped ones....

He has never in his life wanted a prank to work this badly.

“Oh, y/n? What are you doing here?” he teased, a smile lighting up on his face to hide his worries from sight of you. He ignored your own mouth opening, assuming you’re about to remind him that he was the one who asked you here, and cut you off by grabbing the string mechanism and giving a soft tug.

His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He had to stop himself from closing his eyes out of fear of seeing your reaction. After all, supreme leaders aren’t supposed to be this..afraid. He couldn’t afford that embarrassment of you finding out.

He watched as your eyes moved up to the now revealed misletoe.

“Nishishi! M-mistletoe! We must have to kiss, kiss, huh my beloved?” he grinned, internally cursing himself for messing up his words with such stutters. Supreme leaders don’t stutter!

Now he really felt like his heart was going to stop.

With every second passing of your staring up at the misletoe, it sinking into your mind what he had just done, he felt like he was going to explode more and more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your gorgeous eyes.

After some time, his heart and hope began to falter. You weren’t making any moves, or saying anything, or even smiling.

In a desperate attempt to fix this well-planned mistake, he rushed out, “Nishishi! It was a prank my beloved! You don’t-“

He was cut off by your lips finally meeting his.

It was such a....weird feeling...such a...warm, gentle feeling. So comforting, so nice, so much. So everything that he wanted when looking at you. His lips fit yours perfectly, or was that him starting to let sappy things infect his brain? Though he was sure that infection had already started when he first met you.

His eyes were still wide open in shock, he realized, immeditely closing them in order to fully immerse himself in this kiss he was so graciously given.

He was too amazed that this was happening, he couldn’t even touch you, despite his urge to hold you closer.

And when you both pulled away, all at once, his supreme leader masks crumbled.

He let the hearts in his eyes grow and his genuine smile light up.He looked so giddy and happy, with a blush on his cheeks, you had never seen him like this before!

“Awww you really wanted to kiss me huh?” he giggled, not being able to hide how in love with you he was falling. With every look into your eyes, the urge to kiss you again just became stronger.

But he really didn’t want to push your boundaries, he really didn’t want you to run away from him, not after a kiss that made him feel almost dizzy. So he took your hand instead, making sure that you were okay with it as he squeezed your hand and stepped closer.

His mind was stuck on you, he couldn’t think about anything else other than the beautiful sight of standing in front of him.

“You’re too cute, y/n!” he smiled, “Buuut I still have to take you out on that date I promised!”

He still had a whole night planned for you two! And now that you’ve kissed him, he was super excited to start!

And thus your relationship with Kokichi started, under the mistletoe...

💜💜💜thank you for reading!! and always always remember kokichi ouma loves you!! <3

[yejiroh]

Baby, Oh Baby!

A/n: for @myakkun 's happily ever Afters and forevers Collab! Mitsuya x afab!reader, sfw. May possibly be prequel to this.

WC: 300 something ish. Idk I didn't check.

TW: pregnant reader?

Yellow walls with pictures among pictures all hung and framed. A bookshelf with every book the library a couple blocks down sent you every month sitting neatly on the shelves- a subscription upon Takashi’s request, because “books fuel dreams,” and he didn’t want his baby to miss out. A closet filled to the brim with clothes he had especially made just for his child, with dresses and skirts and pants and shirts, all made by him. A lamp with a dim bulb that hardly glowed- just soft enough for a baby to fall asleep fast with, but not harsh enough to keep them awake. 

And now, you watched him as he pulled yet another tab open on his laptop, seemingly ordering toys. 

“Do you think they’re more of a fan of plushies? Oh! Maybe they’re a train kid- I was a bit of a train kid myself. You played with puzzles and dolls right? Actually, I’ll just get them all.”

Watching him ramble on, you grabbed his arm before he could click ‘purchase’.

Turning to you, your husband looked baffled.

“Why’d you stop me? This was a good deal!”

“We don’t even know the gender of the baby, my love. It’s been barely a month.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be prepared though.”

Grabbing a magazine,Takashi flipped  through it fast, then pointed to an article.

“1 in 10 parents aren’t prepared for children- we gotta act fast and be ready Y/n!”

“Takashi, we’ve already got the nursery set up, and it’s already filled with stuff we might not even use. ---, Takashi sighed before turning to you, setting the magazine down and placing a hand on your stomach, smiling softly.

Again, he stopped, looking up at you. 

“Are you getting cravings yet?”

“What?”

“What about your parents- are they excited? Disappointed? Mildly upset-”

You interrupt him fast, pressing a finger to his lips, and kiss his cheek. Looking him in the eye, you take a deep breath.

“Takashi. You were THERE. YOU were the one who told them.”

“I know, I know,I-” He tugged at his hair- “ I know.”

“You don’t sound like you know.”

"Baby, I.. I'm just really really nervous..." Playing with his fingers, Takashi looked at you, pulling you close and pressing his head against your stomach.

"I wanna be a good dad. This baby is everything, Y/n."

A smile formed on your lips, and your fingers tingled at his words. Takashi was never a 'mushy' person. In fact, it was as if you two had switched roles, as if HE was the one feeling the hormones changing. Taking a hand to his hair, you kiss the crown of his head.

"Taka, you're gonna be wonderful. Already so eager. So ready. I couldn't ask for more."

"You think so?"

"I know. Just like you know."

"Baby...oh, baby.."