#wondering if he stops screaming all the time once u get to know him better

[rinhaler]

OMG HI I LOCW UR WORKS U ARE SO TALENTED THAT MEGUMI KNW WITH THE GUN?? JAW DROPPED SCREAMING DLENCHING THE TOES WANT TO LICK THE SCREEN

anyways i love you and everything you write <3 was thinking about ex babysitter jujutsu kaisen guy.. envisioning geto or sukuna or gojo (???) idk but they like used to make fun of u and be a little angel for the parents n stuff but seeing them again but ur all grown up and a little spicy reunion !! n they’re like 5-7 yrs older so yum

got so so so carried away as usual but this was so fun to write.. i made it satoru and suguru bc i thought it would be fun :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight dubcon, fem!reader, age gap (reader 20s + them 30s), childhood crush to lovers?, alcohol consumption, love bites, tit sucking, praise, slight cucking?, double penetration (one hole), spanking, hair pulling, squirting, slight pussy eating, creampies, snowballing, pet names (sweetheart, baby).

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It’s been months since you got to see a movie in the theatre. You don’t even remember the last time, or what you saw. But you’ve been counting down the days until you and your best friend finally had a day off work that lined up with each other. Why you’ve been craving seeing a movie, you’ll never know. But what you’ve been most excited for is the food.

Nothing has caught your eye, but your friend points out a cheesy sounding horror movie that you’re happy to see.

“Satoru? Is that you?” you ask, a familiar head of white hair catching your eye as you and your friend walk closer to him, seeing him leave the cinema screen you’re about to walk into. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since I was…”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “Look at you, all grown up. Yeah, it’s been a long time.” he continues. Your eyes meet the stare of the woman on his arm.

She smiles, but you see it’s disingenuous. Her body language is clingy and affectionate, desperately holding onto Satoru’s arm as she urges him to leave with her. You aren’t surprised that she’s trying to lead him away, but you are taken aback that someone has managed to tie the Satoru Gojo down. He was always popular with girls back when he used to babysit you, but he was never one for commitment or staying faithful.

“You two make a cute couple.” you smile at them both, trying to put the girl at ease. It doesn’t work, however. Instead, it seems to make her more nervous.

“It’s our first date.” Satoru informs you. He sighs a little as she pulls at his t-shirt, and it’s less than discreet. “We’re going to dinner later, so we better get going. It was nice seeing you though.” he smiles.

“Wait,” you stop him. “Um, are you still in touch with Suguru?” you wonder.

He smirks at that. He always teased you about having a crush on his best friend after the first time he brought him over for babysitting duty. They didn’t come as a pair every time after that, but it was more often than not. He made your heart race and you lost all ability to form a coherent sentence. You knew he’d never be interested in you; he was older and cooler than you’d ever hope to be.

“Of course. You know what? Here, give me your phone.” he tells you. The girl’s eyes fill with water, a look of defeat in a battle you weren’t even participating in overwhelms her. He quickly types his number into your phone and texts himself so that you can exchange contact information. “We can arrange a little reunion, yeah? See you around.” he winks before leading his date away.

A whole fortnight has passed before any plans come to fruition. That cinema trip is a distant memory that has been replaced with flirty texts in the group chat Satoru decided to make with you and Suguru.

It’s like being a teenager again.

Satoru’s teasing is ceaseless. Everything is so casual and generic in the group chat save for the occasional comment about your crush on Suguru back in the day. But it’s worse in the private messages. Now that you’re older and wiser he sees no point in holding back. He’s so flirtatious and grotesque and vulgar all at once.

Your conversations with Suguru, however, are a lot more reserved. Your fingers tremble whenever he texts. And the conversation is a lot sparser in comparison to how you talk with Satoru.

He’s sweet and kind, but you wonder if he’s just tolerating you for Satoru’s sake.

Satoru: are u cooking for us?

You: we’re getting takeout 🙄

You smirk at your phone as you continue to read the bombardment of heartbroken messages from Satoru, disappointment from the lack of a home-made meal. You can’t even tell if he’s being serious or kidding. You laugh, nonetheless. Though you’re easily startled when hear your doorbell ring.

As you open the door, you have to will yourself from allowing your jaw to drop. Pocketing your phone as you look up at Suguru. That handsome youthful face ageing into a more mature and chiselled one. It makes your heart skip a beat, but you try to downplay it.

“H-Hey!” you smile. “Nice to see you, it’s been forever.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” he smiles too, walking into your home when you move aside. He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move as you pour two glasses of wine for yourselves. “I’m glad you got in touch.”

You continue to converse as you lead him to the front room and sit side by side on the couch. Neither of you seem to notice how time flies as you chat and reminisce about the days he used to come over to keep Gojo company while he babysat you.

As if you weren’t old enough to stay home without a sitter. That hardly helped your ability to seem cool for your age. And Satoru didn’t fail to tease you about that either.

“I always thought your little crush on me was sweet.” he laughs. “But I was too old for you, then.”

“I know.” you nod, taking a sip of the red liquid sloshing around your glass. “Do you remember that time Satoru invited two girls over?” you ask, face filling with heat as you recall the embarrassing incident.

“Oh,” he chuckles lightly, like a memory has been unlocked in the back of his head. “You locked yourself in your room and wouldn’t come out all night. Even after we sent them home.”

“I was jealous!” you try to defend yourself. “I was such a lame little pre-teen and then these gorgeous girls with perfect skin and perfect hair came over and you guys were hooking up and I was just… heartbroken!” you clutch your hand to your chest dramatically and begin to laugh as you try and make light of the memory.

He breathes, a soft smile prominent of his face as he thinks about it some more. The girls in question were the pretty, popular, cheerleader types. Everything you wanted to be, everything you wanted Suguru to see you as. And yet, you weren’t even close to achieving that reality. And still, he told them to go. Satoru felt bad for upsetting you, too. So they didn’t hesitate to tell them they had to leave.

“I remember sitting with Satoru outside of your bedroom door the whole time. You didn’t even use the bathroom.”

“Oh my God,” you laugh. “I ran to the bathroom after you left. And then I cried to my mom all night about how devastated I was.”

He thinks to himself, putting down his glass of wine on the coffee table before he looks at you. Your body freezes, worried you’ve offended him or creeped him out. A slew of words run rampant in your mind as you try and formulate an apology.

You’re taken aback, however, when he cups your face and slowly tilts his head before kissing you. It’s everything your teenage self had ever dreamed of. You want to drop your own glass to the floor and cup his face in turn as it deepens. But he pulls away, leaving you breathless and longing.

“We’re not kids anymore.” he whispers.

You put down your glass beside his, before lunging in for another kiss. He lets you push him back against the couch, stripping yourself of your sweater so you’re down to just your bra. He smooths his hands over your hips, watching you eagerly as he awaits your next move.

“We’ll have to be quick.” you tell him. “Satoru will be here soon.”

You bend down to make out with him again, keening as he expertly unhooks your bra. His lips latch around your nipple before you’ve even realise he’s tossed your bra halfway across the room. Your hips roll against his clothed bulge, still in a state belief that this is even happening.

“I always wanted you to be my first.” you confess, and he halts his actions momentarily. “But I’m glad… I can fuck you properly instead.”

He allows you to help him out of his own shirt, neither of you capable of keeping your hands off each other for more than a second. Even less than that for your lips. Each sentence is hushed and hurried as you try and navigate this new and exciting development in what was meant to be a casual, friendly, reunion.

“So you’ve got experience now, huh?” he asks, kissing your neck greedily as he thinks about how much you’ve grown in the last decade. “You know how to fuck like a good girl?”

You nod, dumbly, kissing his neck in turn before traversing down his sculpted body. You both freeze, however, when the doorbell rings again. Your eyes widen in horror as you realise all of your clothes are scattered across the front room. There’s no way you can get dressed quick enough. Maybe it would be better to pretend you aren’t home. That you ran out because you forgot something at the store.

“It’s open.” Suguru yells, your heart pounding even faster than it had previously.

Satoru swaggers in as you sheepishly look in his direction with your arms across your chest, doing all you can to preserve your modesty.

“Wow.” he sneers, a teasing lilt in his tone as he looks at you both. Sweaty and dazed, though one of you seems to look less embarrassed than the other. “I knew this would happen.”

“It’s not what it looks—”

“Your tits are in his face and I can see a bruise forming on your neck, sweetheart.” he interjects, getting closer to you both. “I’m not judgin’. Why would I?” he smiles.

You can’t help but feel like you’ve been set up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, “It’s too much Satoru. I can’t. I can’t. Y-You’ll have to wait your turn!” you protest as he prods at your already occupied cunt. But despite your whining he continues to push himself inside of you, determined to stretch you to your very limit. He shudders at the sight of your pussy swallowing his tip and doing all it can to spit it back out.

He’s been watching on the sidelines, patiently, as Suguru fucks you in the comfort of your own bed. Palming himself as he gets off to the image of his best friend’s cock drilling into your perfect little cunt. He thought he could be patient, but he was sorely mistaken. He’s seen with his own two eyes how well you can ride cock, but he wants to see how well you can handle getting railed.

He pushes you down towards Suguru has his palm splays across your back. You’re soon comforted by the feeling of his lips on yours, though you break away to moan as Satoru inches in further and further. His cock flush against his best friends without a single care, revelling in the sounds of your ragged breath and desperate whimpers.

“I can’t wait, baby. You’re swallowin’ this cock so good. Just take it, yeah?” he tells you, slapping your ass as he starts fucking you slowly.

“You look so pretty full of cock, sweetheart. Does it feel good?” Suguru asks as he plants his feet down onto the mattress and starts to fuck you in tandem.

You nod as a response, yelping as you feel Satoru’s fingers interlace with your hair and yank you up towards him. Your sweat coated back pressed flush against his chest. His free hand holds your hips while he uses your hair to his leverage as his pace becomes brutal. Your pussy oozes and gushes as they each poke and prod and fondle you through their eager assault.

Suguru’s hands wander to pinch and slap your tits, his lip bitten raw as he gets off to the sight of your flesh jiggling and bouncing in all of the right ways.

You squeak, unable to utter a single word or even so much as moan as you begin to squirt from the pleasure. The feeling is enough to have Suguru tumbling over the edge right after you while Satoru wraps his arm around you to play with your clit.

“Again.” he orders, pulling you away from Suguru so that he can kneel in front of your twitching pussy.

The pleasure builds again. Harder, slower, but finally you snap. Your cunt gushes divinely and Suguru savours every last drop. Satoru finishes deep as his balls tighten and he moans pathetically in your ear. But he doesn’t give you or himself a second to relax as he hooks his arms under the bends of your knees, spreading you open wide so that your combined coupling drips out of your hole.

Suguru buries his face in your cunt, slurping up the mess created by the three of you. He sticks his tongue out to show you the lewd combination of your fluids, before looking at Satoru with lust filled eyes. Satoru leans in to kiss him, accepting the tangy tasting mixture into his own mouth before looking down at you.

“Your cunt tastes beautiful, sweetheart.” Suguru tells you as he lightly spanks your clit.

Satoru forces you to look in his direction as he holds your jaw, prompting you to open your mouth wide for him. He kisses you passionately, encouraging you to follow his lead and welcome to lewd fluids onto your own awaiting tongue. You gasp as the taste hits you, but before you can object, he covers your mouth and pinches your nose with one hand.

“Swallow it like a good little girl.” he orders, and you do.

He lets you go after that, though your body just goes limp in his arms. He helps you lie down next to Suguru as he spoons you, and your childhood crush peppers you skin in delicate kisses as you begin to drift off.

“I’m glad I went to see that shitty movie the other day.” Satoru smirks.

© 2024 rinhaler

@enchantedforest-network

[webslingingslasher]

hi babeeee!!! idk if this is how requests work bc i never request fics but i was wondering if u could do something super duper angsty, like really angsty, and then hurt comfort with a fluffy end? it can be anything you want, but like that sort of timeline would be so so so good, if u could and if requests r open,, xoxoxox

it may have taken me 12 years but i did it bestie.

Peter Parker wasn’t the type of boyfriend to have rules. 

You were your own person, and should live as one. However, there were some things he was a bit more passionate about. 

Like: texting him when you get home (and he wasn’t around), calling him if you feel unsafe or nervous, keep him informed of your whereabouts so he could try and track you down if he needed to, and always, always, call him back. 

Peter had one rule, let him know you're safe. Always. Even when you’re mad at eachother, even at your most ugly, you’d let him know you’re okay. It was Peter’s one true rule, the other things he liked and he preferred you’d do, but this was his number one thing. 

And you’re not following it. 

The third time you ignored his call he felt frustration brew so deeply he almost slammed his phone to the ground, it would’ve done nothing to fix anything, and would’ve made a bigger problem, but the satisfaction of watching something break apart into a million pieces would’ve made him feel better. Even if just for a moment. 

It’s almost like you knew it’s pissing him off, you’ve never dug this deeply into a wound. You knew it would get under his skin in the right places, it was something that either of you didn’t play with. It was too serious for Peter, and knowing you were most likely safe and just doing this to try and get even with him made him furious. Because he can’t prove it. And because he can’t all he could think about how not okay you might be. 

Peter hates leaving angry voicemails but he can’t stop himself this time. 

‘This is the fourth fucking call you’ve ignored, I think you proved your point. I know you’re mad at me but this is just childish, you made this night go from a small hiccup to a massive fight because you won’t answer your phone. Just call me back, goddamn it.’ 

Peter’s never once gotten loud with you, he’s never once felt enough rage towards you he could ever buck up enough energy to yell at you. But all he wanted to do was scream about how inconsiderate you were. He understands he may have started it, he even tried to apologize but you must’ve had this in your heart for a minute because you couldn’t wait to bulldoze him. 

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I got caught up in the low-’ 

‘Whatever, I don’t care. I’m going home.’ 

‘Hey, no, no, no! We can still hang out! I haven’t ate-’ 

‘I did. I waited over an hour, Peter. I’m going home.’ 

‘I’m sorry, I really am, baby. I know tonight was important to you.’ 

And that’s when the night switched. 

‘No, Peter, this wasn’t important to me. This was important for us, this was about you trying to prove you still care about us.’ 

‘Woah, hold on, don’t you dare stand there and tell me I don’t care about you or us, that’s unfair and you know it.’ 

‘You know what, Peter? I didn’t sign up to date two guys. I was willing to accept the other because it was a package deal, but I’m tired of being picked last. You know I’ll always be waiting around and it’s so fucking tiresome just waiting around.’ 

‘Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were signing up for, you don’t get to act like this is new news.’ 

‘I’m always picked last! I understand who you are, Peter, who you share a life with, trust me, if anyone here knows best about understanding, it’s fucking me, but that doesn’t mean I’m always the last priority. I know sometimes I have to be on the backburner, and guess what, Peter? I fucking understand. But, tonight? What stopped you? Because it’s not like there’s a domestic attack on the city, so tell me, what was so fucking important tonight I was shot to the bottom of the list for it?’ 

‘Okay, I get it. I know you’re mad, but I think we both need to take a breath and talk about this at home.’ 

‘No! I want you to look at me and tell me what was so important NYPD’s finest couldn’t handle it for an evening.’ 

‘Baby, I really don’t-’ 

‘Fucking tell me! I want you to admit right now it was nothing important. Look me in the eye and admit you didn’t care about my feelings.’ 

‘It was a robbery. I have a responsibility to keep the city safe, a city you very much live in, by the way.’ 

‘Ah, the classic, ‘if you really think about it, I’m doing this for you’ line. Real original.’ 

‘Can we please just go home? If you’re going to be pissed at me anyways I’d rather it be in the comfort of our home.’

‘You can go wherever you want, but I’m not going anywhere with you.’ 

‘I’m gonna get a cab, hold on.’ 

‘No, I’m not going anywhere with you and I mean it.’ 

‘You can hate me at home, let’s go.’ 

‘No! I’m leaving, you can sit around waiting on me for once.’ 

‘Why are you doing this now? You’ve never been this persistent before, I moved in with you and you still don’t think it’s enough. What else do you want from me? I’m giving you all I can, fuck.’ 

‘You know what? I hope someone fucking kidnaps me, maybe then I’d be your first choice.’ 

‘Don’t, don’t you even dare go there. You know that’s a low blow.’

‘I do. I hope I’m fucking tortured with you on the line, too.’ 

Peter tried calling out for you, screamed your name even, but you walked across the street and were swallowed into the crowd. He tugged at his hair a few times before looking around, he wasn’t sure what to do. Get a cab, bus, train? Does he walk in the direction you went? It’s a start. 

Pulling out his phone he tried calling, you sent him to voicemail on the second ring. You’re pissed, that’s fine, he just needs you mad and safe. Peter dodged bodies on his left and right, checking each alleyway for you, assuming you’d stop to collect yourself and call him when you had a breather. 

No sight of you. He doesn’t know where you went from here, it splits two ways. He tries using his boyfriend intuition and attempts to channel you, he’s left hopeless. Like a hail mary he remembers you share locations, Peter’s hands shake when he reaches for the app, your name loading until a small circle appears in his. 

You’re close. He follows the road forward, he knows you took this way and his heart squeezes. You deliberately took the sketchy route, the one you told Peter you wouldn’t dare walk without him. It looks like he’s getting closer, but it’s impossible to tell when he has to wait for it to constantly reload. 

Peter swears he can see your jacket ahead, he calls your phone, picking up the pace and trying his best to catch up. You blocked his call again, but he saw you do it.

He knows you heard your name get called, because you started to walk faster, it’s useless, Peter’s quicker. The only option you had was to hide in the crowd, squeezing yourself in the middle and out through the front. Sighing heavy at your escape, and a bit unamused by the childish behavior. Peter looked down at his phone refreshing your name ‘find friends.’ 

His face crumbled into a thousand pieces when the notification appeared, ‘- stopped sharing their location with you.’ His response was to call you, this time you let it ring out, and he left a nasty voicemail. It was like he snapped, he pulled at his curls and exhaled a loud ‘fuck!’ before gripping his phone so tight he thought it’d snap, and that's why he put it away. 

If you wanted to play dirty so could he, you’re hard to find from the street but when he’s swinging from building to building you’d be out of luck. He was tired and hungry, he wanted this to be over. Fight about it like grown adults, at home, while he’s making a grilled cheese or something. 

Peter ran down a back alleyway, ripping his clothes from his body and pulling his mask from his pocket. The suit came in handy tonight after all. Taking a sharp inhale, he took a leap, screaming out when he took flight. 

‘Not you, not you, not you, not…. You? No, not you.’ 

‘Where the fuck did you go?’ 

You were nowhere to be found, still no answer on his calls or texts. He knows it’s irrational, but he’s terrified you’ve jinxed yourself and really are in trouble. He’s taken the route on a spin three times and he still hasn’t seen you, there’s three options, you either went into a gay nightclub, were kidnapped, or somehow snuck your way across the road and into… central park. 

Of course you did, Peter should’ve known that. He told you one time it was a weak vantage point, he couldn’t see through the treelines all that well, and didn’t have much to swing from. At least he has a general idea of where you are, he just has to do it on foot. 

Maybe you were right, maybe he just sucked at prioritizing you now. He doesn’t know when he became this way. He just feels so responsible, he got a great gift and it’s only right he shares it. He just hasn’t figured out how to share Peter with you and Spider-Man with the world yet. Both people need him at the same time. 

At last, sitting on the edge of the fountain, is the love of his life. Just looking terribly sad, he hates to know he caused it. He may have started the fight, but you said some terrible things, things that were only said to jab at the most vulnerable spots. 

Taking a seat next to you he sighs, his entire body deflating in one breath. You mimic the sigh. 

“Rough night?” 

You hum, “my boyfriend and I got in a fight. Maybe we still are, I don’t know. What about you?” 

Peter stretches his legs, red feet scrape the brick. “My girlfriend went nuclear, kinda deserved. But, she also really hurt my feelings.” 

“Did you hurt her feelings too?” 

“Does that make it deserved?” 

Silence. It didn’t. 

Peter watches you twiddle your thumbs, chewing on your bottom lip and sniffing. 

“I’m sure she’s really sorry, and she knows whatever she said hit a soft spot. It seems like your job comes with some downsides, and maybe she kept it all bottled up until she couldn’t anymore, because how do you tell a superhero you want their attention more than a city needs protection?” 

He knows what you mean, he knows how selfish it could sound, but it’s not. You’re allowed to want him around every second, because he does too. 

“You don’t.” 

Peter can feel your eyes, “you don’t tell the superhero, you tell your boyfriend.” 

Your throat clears, “what if he’s both? What if he’s already spread too thin and his whining girlfriend is his last straw?” 

“No. He’s not spread too thin. He was unaware of how you felt, he didn’t know how much it bothered you. He didn’t know how far he pushed you away.” 

“So what changes now he knows?” 

Peter breaks character, this is about real solutions. 

“We figure it out. We’ll go home and look at our schedules and work around it, and have a set day where it’s only us. Twice a month we’ll have a standing date, attendance mandatory. The police scanner gets turned off unless it’s a slow night, and from now on, unless it’s a domestic attack, nothing comes before you.” 

[thehypnone]

Hyp! You said, so you shall receive! Ofcourse only if you want to do something with it but this lil shit has been rattling around my racoon brain for a bit. So, for you 🤲

Rain has the most delicate wrist’s. They’re not even the smallest in the pack, Aurora for example has teeny tiny, fingers overlap, kinda wrist’s.

No Rain’s are a contradiction of themselves, delicate and soft looking like precious porcelain but there’s strength in there too, there has to be because the bass is heavy.

His Ulna is very prominent and after he’s been playing for a few hours there’s a vein that curves around it, cradling the bone.

It’s also a terribly erogenous spot for him, Dew would know. He’s spent a hours staring, stroking his fingers over the delicate joints, imagining how he’d make Rain into a weepy little mess begging Dew to just do something, stop teasing.

Rains wrists drive Dew absolutely feral and Rain knows it.

Or something like that, idk. 🤷🏻‍♂️

this made my brain go empty for weeks but here i am and i bring food. loosely inspired by @miasmaghoul's fic on dewther watching the ghovie, hope u don't mind

does not contain any rhrn spoilers!!!

“Should’ve made you take the jacket off sooner,” Dewdrop whispers right into his ear with another slow stroke over delicate skin.

It’s stretched so thin over the bones of Rain’s wrist, keeping all the tendons and veins not hidden, but veiled nonetheless.

The water ghoul grits his teeth and digs his claws further into his own thigh. Well, not claws, considering he’s got them glamored—they’re surrounded by tens of unsuspecting humans, after all—but his blunt, perfectly trimmed nails. The same ones that are still flashing on the big screen right before them from time to time.

“I’d get to see those pretty wrists even more.”

Rain can do nothing but keep his head straight and his eyes glued to the screen. He should’ve known. He should’ve known his little mate would go absolutely feral seeing not just him in general in the cinema, but the close-ups of his hands. His wrists.

Why the delicate bones wrapped in fair skin were Dewdrop’s undoing, nobody’s ever learned, even though nobody could deny that every single part of Rain’s body is absolutely perfect. He carries the precisely carved out and yet so natural beauty of renaissance statues. For some reason, the fire ghoul’s favorite part of him is one of the unassuming ones and because of this his mate’s own body was conditioned to betray him every single time a reverent fingertip would be placed over that spot.

“Dew, you can’t–” Rain mutters when the music is loud enough to cover up his cracking voice. There’s nothing more he wants right now than for Dewdrop to go on and work him up and up until he tips over the edge, but they can't, they're in public. And the water ghoul knows he won’t be able to control himself if his mate carries on his teasing.

“Sure I can,” Dewdrop turns to smile at him and if Rain didn’t know better he’d call it genuine, sweet, innocent. The fire ghoul is all but that.

Dewdrop lets his glamor slip the tiniest bit, just enough for one of his nails to return to its natural state. He scrapes it over the middle one of Rain’s flexors, pressing it down just enough to leave a straight red line following the tendon. His skin is so delicate, it takes barely anything to leave a mark.

The thought makes the fire ghoul let out a growl.

Rain whines pathetically like a kicked puppy and throws his head back against the top of the cushioned cinema seat. Another clip focused solely on his own fretting hand flashes on the screen and the water ghoul wants to scream.

Instead he throws his free hand over his crotch, pressing down onto the steadily growing bulge to take some of the edge off. It doesn’t escape Dewdrop’s attention—just as the smell of the fire ghoul’s cunt in arousal doesn’t escape Rain’s.

He leans into his ear once again.

“It’s actually a wonder you’ve never tried putting your whole hand into me,” Dewdrop whispers, moving his claw up Rain’s forearm as he shakes in his seat. “We should try that later. Wanna see your wrist buried inside me while my slick is dripping down this pretty veiny forearm all the way to your elbow.”

The next noise the water ghoul lets out makes the entire auditorium turn their heads.

[damiansgoodgirll]

heyy i love ur fics sm!!! was wondering if u could do a damian fic where reader and him are on a plane tg and reader gives him a hand job and damian returns the favor

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids

plan b

“i can’t sleep” you groaned next to your boyfriend. you were currently on a long flight going to the uk and, note to say, you hated flying.

not because you were scared, you just didn’t like it. and you were thankful for the little privacy the first class was giving you and damian because you didn’t know how would you have handled being on a ten hour flight in economy class, with all the people talking and kids screaming.

“i’m sorry love…it will be over soon” he smiled at you looking up from the book he was reading.

“can you please share the blanket? i’m starting to freeze with all this air conditioning…” you asked him and he gently opened the blanket a little more to let it pose over your legs.

another ten minutes passed and you harshly threw your phone over the little table in front of you.

damian gave you a questioning look. he knew you could get a little childish during flights, especially long flights.

“i’m so bored…i’m gonna die here i fear” you said, making him laugh.

“just try to close your eyes and sleep a bit mi amor, we’re gonna land soon” he said, scooping you a little into his side.

laying your head over his shoulder and your hands in his lap, a mischievous idea made passed your mind. it’s not like you were trying to be bratty on purpose, even though you liked it, you were just too bored that whatever idea came to your mind was better than die of boredom.

one of your hands moved under the blanket, still resting on damian’s thighs. it’s when he felt you moving lower and lower that he realised what you had in mind and even though he was craving for your touch, he didn’t want to catch the attention of the other passengers.

“what are you doing?” he whispered.

“you know exactly what i’m doing…” you said back while your hand palmed his growing length over his shorts.

“shit” he hissed “we shouldn’t do this here…”

“you don’t want it?”

“i do want it mi amor…what about the people? they will hear us”

“damian everyone is asleep!” you laughed “plus they won’t hear us if you keep your mouth shut” you said before moving your hand into his boxers “we have the blanket over us…they won’t see and they won’t hear us…so sit back and enjoy it big boy” you said kissing his neck softly before starting to slowly move your hand over his length.

it was hard for him to keep it shut, and you knew it too. loving how usually vocal he is in bed, you knew he was trying his best to not make any noise.

“oh fuck…” he moaned into his hand when you moved your hand a little faster, teasing his tip with your fingers “keep doing that”

“i don’t plan on stopping” you whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

your lips touched his neck a few times, kissing the sweet spot behind his ear that you knew would make him crazy.

“i don’t know how much longer i can keep it shut…fuck, what has gotten into you uh?” he asked you, still trying to muffle his moans.

“i was getting bored…”

“oh you should get bored more often” he teased back.

“yes uh?” you moved your hand up and down his length, teasing his tip once again, feeling him shaking into your hand “you close?” you asked and he nodded.

“move your hand or i’m gonna cum on you…”

“i don’t plan on doing so” you moved a little faster, his cum covering your hand.

“how was it?” you asked, knowing the answer already, removing your hand from under the blanket and slowly cleaning the remaining cum on your hand with your tongue, making him moan just looking at you.

“very good…but, you wouldn’t think i would let you go away with this…”

“what you mean?”

“i mean…” his hand now went under the blanket and moved towards your legs “i mean lift that hips up, remove your shorts and panties and spread your legs, because you ain’t safe either mi amor”

you did as he told you. loving this dominant side of him, knowing that you were in for a long night.

[itsmealaiahh]

bill smut. please im begging u. the tag has been so dry idc what it is js PLEASE

I GOT YOU

"m-mama, please, let me cum, it hurts so bad" Bill whines, trying to buck his hips up against nothing, desperate for some kind of friction. His poor cock was nearly purple from the strain you had put on it, pre-come dripping down in copious amounts from the endless teasing and edging in the past fifteen or so minutes.

Tears fell down his pretty face, his black makeup getting smudged and leaving lines all over his cheeks. He was so upset you were treating him like this, denying his release. He had been a very good boy over the past few days, so he thought he deserved a reward, but nonetheless, it didn't appear he was getting one tonight, which only made him even more upset. "b-bitte mama" he begged, biting his lip, tugging his hands against the cuffs you had put them in. You shook your head, denying his orgasm yet again. "Not yet baby, soon." You promised, gently touching the slit of his member again, which made him cry out in pleasure and in pain.

"So needy for your orgasm, huh baby?" You cooed teasingly, leaning down to kiss his lips which were covered in tears, along with some black makeup. He nodded vigorously, letting out many desperate moans into the kiss. He mewled in pain, attempting to grind his erection against your thigh, his head only filled with the white noise of sex.

"Why are you being such a bad boy tonight? You know there's no orgasms without my permission." You chastised, pulling away from the kiss. "I'm sorr-sorry m-mama, but it hu-hurts" He whimpered, biting his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. "It's meant to hurt, baby. It'll feel better when you do come." You reminded him with a sigh. He knew it would, but it just was so painful! He couldn't take the edging much longer, he was already a mess on the bed within the fifteen minutes you had kept him here.

You gently stroked his cock again, this time from root to tip, and he nearly screamed. Maybe you would let him come this time! He thought to himself hopefully, his eyes shutting in pain and pleasure, just needing the sensation at this point. He focused on getting there, to his high, letting everything else around him fade away, when you stopped again. "M-mama? Why'd you stop?" He whimpers, his eyes filling with tears once more. "Can't have you coming too soon, can I now?" You spoke, then you returned to his achy groin once more, planning on letting him actually come this time. He yelped, his hips bucking into your hand, fucking himself within the grip of your palm. "So needy today, wonder why." You sigh playfully, watching as the pleasure from your actions on his dick make his face contort, totally blissed out.

"So close" He whispered, about ready to just spill into your hand. You sped up, and soon enough, he came, the white-hot pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him almost breathless. You let him come! He felt like he was on cloud nine, and he was so happy. "t-thank you mama" he said happily, a tired smile on his fucked out face. "You're welcome. But next time, just trust mama, okay? She knows what's good for you" You kissed him lightly. "Okay mama" he agreed, snuggling into your embrace.

[fangbanger3000]

*✧･ 2024 blorbo awards *✧･

my love and light @forget-me-maybe tagged me in this and it's so fun and who doesn't want to talk about the blorbos? + my own categories, just for fun.

i'd like to invite @lizziemajestic and @faetouchedfool and @kimberbohwrites to the ball! if you want to, of course. i could sit in a circle with all of you and scream about these characters all day.

blorbo of the year (+ villain of the year)

solas, dragon age: inquisition/veilguard. i know, i know. we're all shocked. my moots and irls all pray for the day i get over him so i can talk about literally anything else, send them art of anyone else, and act deranged about anyone else. since i picked up dragon age for the first time this summer, he has been on my mind to the point of psychotic obsession. love u pookie also he was right sorry world

bastard of the year

aradin beno jr., baldur's gate 3. oh brother this guy STINKS. he is perhaps my favourite wet, angry dog and he has been my first ever 5-minutes-of-screentime-and-never-left-my-mind. there is so much potential hiding behind those sad brown eyes in that angry pretty face. i especially enjoy him when he's being fucked by older men who don't give a shit about him (or do they?), kudos to @graysparrowao3.

aradin also brought me the beno babes, the sweetest group of equally feral people i have ever met and with whom @lizziemajestic and i have created a wonderful online space with. and of course he has brought me lizzie, who truly is the brightest star in my sky.

tear jerk(er) of the year

astarion ancunín, baldur's gate 3. yeah, yeah. fork found in kitchen. if i think about him too much or look at him for too long i start gagging on nothing and tearing up. solas may have won the battle this year, but astarion has won the war forever. he was the first fictional character i ever experienced this level of obsession with, and he singlehandedly caused me to pursue fandom spaces and got me back into writing fan fiction. my one true love i fear.

kiss of the year

solas' fade kiss, dragon age: inquisition. i actually screamed and almost threw up when i saw this. i think about it several times a day every single day. the head turn, the immediate open mouth, the shaking of the head like he just cannot help himself, the fact that they didn't bother to animate his hands correctly and yet still made sure to animate him making her grind on his thigh. i will never be over this or normal about it.

sex scene of the year

lucanis dellamorte, dragon age: veilguard. RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH lucanis was my first da:v romance and i've made several attempts at romancing the others, but i keep coming back. this scene was so beautiful and so sexy and full of so many delightful implications oh my GODDDDDDDAAAAAAMMMMMNNNNNNNN RAAAAAAAAAAH I'LL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN

oc(s) of the year

inquisitor lavellan, dragon age: inquisition/veilguard. and theus. my moots know better than to ask me about theus bc i genuinely cannot stop once i start, so i won't. just know that he is my son and i love him. my inky will probably one of my favourite player characters of all time and i draw/think/write about her every fucking day bro.

[gigiszn]

hi!! i LOVE ur gwi-nam sm :)

ik he isn’t a great person but he’s just so hot and i’m so glad there’s more ppl writing for himmm😭

i was wondering if you could write some fluff for him? like him protecting the reader but veryyy reluctantly bc he still has to keep up his tough guy appearance yk? bc lets be honest if he’s protecting you he’s gonna make it seem like such a chore😭 and if you dm could you use y/n or reader? i know you don’t like using y/n and stuff so if you don’t want to that’s okay! :)

SEVEN MINUTES — gwi-nam x fem!reader

no i totally agree that he'd see it as a chore.. like in his mind he'd know that he'd literally die to protect you but then when it comes to doing it he'd be all 'yeah yeah i'm only doing it bcs i want to..' it's nice to write him in a fluff, i'm the type of person who always tries to see the best in everyone and what better way than to write about it?

and i totally do not mind writing y/n / reader fics! if that's what the audience wants thats what the audience gets :) <33

here's some gwinam fluff for u babe!!

tw: blood, mentions of attack, mentions of zombies, written in 2nd pov,,

wc: 2.7k

FLUFF!

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

To do list for today:

Do laundry? Check. Get to school on time? Sorta-check. Fight off brain-eating zombies?

At this moment, you couldn’t even entertain the thought of checking that box off. You were lying flat on the cold cafeteria floor, your vision blurry as you stared up at the classmate that'd be sure to make you his lunch instead of the gimbap and kimchi. On top of you, the boy you’d sat next to in math just this morning was animalistic, uncontrollable, with blood dripping from his face. He was a still, haunting reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.

The blood that had splattered across his face was now seeping onto your own, a chilling, sticky warmth that had your stomach turning. You could barely hear the chaos over the rush of your heartbeat, but the eerie groans of zombies and their shuffling footsteps filled your ears. Your mind was struggling to keep up, caught between the instinct to fight back and the cold reality that it might be too late.

Your body felt frozen, unable to move, as if you were stuck in place by some invisible force. The cafeteria was a warzone now—tables upended, broken chairs scattered across the floor, and the grotesque sound of gnawing filling the air as people ran around you. Every inch of your being screamed for you to get up, to run, to do anything, but your legs felt like lead. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You were just there, waiting for the inevitable.

Then, in the midst of it all, a sharp sound cut through your panic—a grunt, a struggle, and suddenly the weight of the boy who had been lying on top of you was yanked off. Your heart skipped, and you blinked, trying to focus through the haze.

Before you could even react, you looked up—and there he was.

Gwi-nam?

The last person you ever expected to see in this nightmare.

Gwi-nam. Your past. Your confusion. The boy you had once cared for, the one you had loved, but also the one you’d distanced yourself from because of everything he’d done. It wasn’t just the bullying, or the way he made others feel helpless and small—it was how you felt helpless in his presence, like there was nothing you could do to stop him.

But now, there he was, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his expression was a mix of focus and something you couldn’t quite place.

You didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread.

Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t argue, couldn’t argue. There was no time. In a swift motion, he guided you toward the kitchen, moving with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His grip on you was firm, almost urgent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The chaos around you had left you disoriented, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt like you had a sliver of hope.

The kitchen door slammed shut behind you as you tumbled inside, and Gwi-nam immediately shoved you under the counter, lowering you into the cramped space. You had barely settled when you heard the sound of his footsteps behind you, his body pressing against your back as he slid into place. The tight space left little room to move, but there was a strange comfort in knowing you weren’t alone—not that you could have moved if you wanted to. The air was thick, the stench of decay mixing with the lingering scent of food and sweat. Your heart pounded in your ears, every beat a reminder that time was running out.

Two other figures huddled in the kitchen with you, a boy and a girl. They were breathing heavily, clearly as terrified as you were. You couldn’t tell how many zombies were in the building anymore—too many had already been drawn into the chaos—but the muffled groans told you that they were close, too close for comfort.

You pressed your back further into Gwi-nam’s chest, trying to steady your breathing. The sensation of his warmth against you was oddly grounding, though it didn’t ease the panic building in your chest. You didn’t know if you could trust him, not really—not after everything—but there was no time for doubt now. You just had to hold on, survive, and hope that the world outside this kitchen would make sense again when you stepped out of it.

The zombies hadn’t reached the kitchen yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found you. The fear in your stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. The kitchen, once a mundane place, had turned into a prison—a place of both safety and suffocating confinement.

You sat there, your head resting against the cold, hard edge of the counter, trying to breathe through the fear that was clawing its way up your throat. Gwi-nam’s breathing was steady behind you, but the tension between you two was palpable. The silence in the cramped space was deafening, broken only by the faint noises from the rest of the building. The zombies hadn’t given up yet. You could hear their shuffling steps, their guttural groans drifting through the walls.

But for now, you were alive.

And maybe that was enough.

You turned your head, feeling the weight of time stretching on for what felt like hours. You had to stay quiet—every sound, every breath, seemed like it could betray your hiding spot. The floor beneath you was cold, your body stiff with the effort to stay still. Slowly, you shifted your body, now facing Gwi-nam, who was focused on the girl next to you. His eyes were intent on her, his finger pressed to his lips, signaling her to stay silent. He was too busy trying to calm her to notice your movements.

You held your breath. The sound of shuffling footsteps and distant groans filled the air, making your heart race in time with your pulse. It was only a matter of time before the undead would find their way under the counter.

As you were about to speak, hoping to get his attention, Gwi-nam’s patience seemed to snap. Without a word, he shoved the girl aside, moving with quick, calculated precision. Before you could even process what was happening, a nearby cafeteria worker—now one of the zombies—lunged at her, grabbing her in a flash. The girl let out a muffled scream, but there was nothing anyone could do. She was already torn into, the floor painted with her ruby liquid.

You froze, a gasp rising from your chest. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to make a move, to run, to help, but Gwi-nam’s hand shot up to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his arms with surprising strength. His grip was firm, preventing you from doing anything rash.

You could feel his heart beating against your back as he held you tightly, his other hand pressing gently but urgently against your chest. His body was solid behind you, a strange sense of security amidst the chaos. But the sound of the girl’s panicked cries was still ringing in your ears, followed by a terrible silence.

The boy who had been hiding with you had lunged forward in an attempt to rescue her, but he was quickly overtaken by the swarm. His struggles were brief, his fate sealed in seconds. The sounds of his cries were drowned out by the savage growls of the people you'd once called friends.

Everything went still. For a moment, it was like the world had paused, your breath caught in your throat. The cold air of the kitchen felt heavier now, suffocating. You wanted to scream, to break down, but your body wouldn’t let you. Instead, a tight knot of fury twisted in your chest.

You turned to face Gwi-nam, your eyes burning with anger. You slapped his hand away, the sound of it harsh in the silence. "You're still the same old Gwi-nam, even now?" you whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. The words stung as they left your lips, the truth of them hitting harder than you expected.

You grabbed hold of his shirt, your fists trembling with the weight of your emotions. You tugged him closer, your eyes locked onto his. You needed him to understand, to feel how much this hurt. "How could you just let that happen?" you spat out, your voice bitter, almost breaking under the strain of everything that had built up between you.

“Just shut up and stop complaining, y/n!” For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the kind that felt too loud, too heavy. The tension between you both crackled in the air, and you wondered if this would be the moment he pushed you away for good.

Instead, his hands moved slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid you would break if he moved too quickly. He reached out, pulling you toward him. His embrace was surprisingly gentle, wrapping around you tightly, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

You froze. You were confused, unsure how to react. For a long moment, your hands hovered in the air, uncertain. Your breath caught in your throat, your body tense with the whirlwind of emotions you were trying to sort through.

Everything inside you screamed to pull away, to resist the closeness, but in that moment, you couldn’t find the strength to do it. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you lowered your hands, your fingers touching his back. The warmth of his body against yours was a strange comfort amidst the chaos, but it didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if you were angry, scared, or both.

“I would always do anything to save you,” Gwi-nam whispered into your ear, his voice low and sincere, but there was something else there—a weight, a hidden truth behind the words. “Always—Even if it means making impossible choices. So stop whining and just let me fucking save us.”

The air around you grew thick, and for a brief second, the noise of the world outside seemed to fade away. His words settled into your mind, sinking in deeper than you wanted them to. You wanted to argue, to tell him how wrong he was, but the truth was harder to deny than you cared to admit. There was a darkness in this world now—a darkness that forced people to do things they might never have thought possible.

And in that darkness, Gwi-nam’s words felt like a promise. A promise to protect you, no matter the cost.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. The memories of everything that had come before—the moments of laughter, the shared secrets, the way he once made you feel so alive in a world that now felt so dead—came rushing back. It was all so complicated now. The love, the hurt, the distance. The world had torn you apart, and you weren’t sure if you could put the pieces back together.

You could feel Gwi-nam’s hand tightening at the back of your head, his fingers gently pressing against your scalp as he held you closer. It wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but it was a silent promise, a quiet reassurance that despite the destruction, despite the monsters that now roamed the world, you wouldn’t have to face this alone.

The next moment flew by in a blur. The two first-years who had left the counter—now twisted and zombified—lunged toward you with unsettling speed. He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal table, he shoved it toward the oncoming attackers, creating just enough space for you to slip away. His hand shot out, grabbing yours with urgency, and together, you barreled toward the cafeteria window above the sink. Without a word, he hoisted you up, his grip tightening as he pulled you through.

You tumbled into the alley beyond, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your hearts pounded as you ran hand-in-hand, the shuffling footsteps of the zombies close behind. An idea sparked in your mind—a plan, however small. You tugged him with purpose toward the building, the one the two of you had snuck behind every day to escape the chaos of high school life. It was familiar, a small piece of normalcy in a world turned upside down.

The zombies were close—too close—but as you scaled a ventilator and pressed your backs against the cool metal of the machine, they lost your trail. The world felt distant now, the cacophony of screeches and growls slowly fading into the distance.

Time stretched, becoming a slow, agonizing pulse. You lay still, barely breathing, watching as the night swallowed the world around you. Minutes—or was it hours?—passed before you finally sat up, cautiously peering through the shadows. The weight of the silence pressed in around you.

"Holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

Gwi-nam laughed softly beside you, breaking the tension. You both sat in quiet companionship for a while, catching your breath. Your mind spun, but you focused on the immediate task at hand: survival. The conversation meandered, but all you could think about was getting the two of you somewhere safe. Away from this nightmare.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over the ruined world below, but the time was irrelevant now. Nothing mattered except the here and now. Your breath steadied, but there was an undeniable unease in the air.

"Did you know," you spoke up, your voice surprisingly calm, "when you die, you see seven minutes of your best memories before it all ends?"

He tilted his head, eyebrow raised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You think we're gonna die?"

Your lips curled into a half-smile as you shrugged, a touch of uncertainty in your eyes. "I don't know. Maybe."

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the night. His gaze never left you, searching your face for something, something that lingered between the weight of the world and the quiet comfort of your presence. Slowly, he reached for your hand. His grip was warm against the cool night air.

"You’d be my seven minutes," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You met his gaze, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating the quiet intensity in his eyes. For a brief second, it felt like the entire world—zombies, the chaos, the desperation—faded away. As you held his stare, the weight of everything that had happened, and everything that could still happen, seemed to evaporate, leaving nothing but the two of you. The shadows of the world around you dissolved, like a fading nightmare. In that moment, the air between you thickened, your breath mingling as you whispered, “And you’d be mine.”

It was as if time had suspended itself, the violence of the world slipping into the background, becoming just a distant memory, a figment of imagination. There was nothing but him, nothing but this fragile, precious quiet. You leaned in, the space between you shrinking, your heart racing in anticipation of something simple yet profound.

Just before your lips could meet, your hand instinctively rose, and with a single finger, you pressed it lightly between your lips, halting the moment. His eyes searched yours, a quiet smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “Save the kiss for when we make it out of here,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, as though the words themselves might be a secret only meant for this fragile slice of time.

A playful glint flickered in his eyes, and before you could fully process it, he swept you into his arms, pulling you close in a tight, almost reckless squeeze. The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but there was comfort in it—a promise that, for now, you were safe in his arms, even if only for a moment.

“Deal,” he whispered with a chuckle, his voice low and warm against your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for the briefest instant, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist—just the two of you, holding on to something that felt like hope, something that might just get you both through the nightmare you found yourselves in.

[kitasgloves]

"R U Mine?"

tracklist

— ♬ "And I can't help myself. All I wanna ever say is, 'Are you mine?'"

— ♬ Atsumu x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, fem reader, rockstar au, vocalist! guitarist! atsumu, no beta just me being down bad for rockstar tsumu

His honey-brown eyes always find your figure in the crowd so it becomes natural to seek you. The color of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes, the tint of your lips, and the shape of your silhouette invaded Atsumu Miya's mind on a daily. Being labeled by the media as 'the hottest modern rockstar' meant he was granted opportunities. Nonstop concerts and gigs, exclusive interviews and meet and greets, and overflowing awards. Atsumu was exposed to meeting people left and right, he was accustomed to forgetting their faces at the end of the day. However, he finds it impossible to forget you.

You're nothing but a friend of a friend, a pretty girl with a pretty name. You attended most of his band's concerts, he knows because he manages to spot you in the crowd every time. You have a particular effect on him. Whenever you're in Atsumu's line of vision, his nerves get all tied up into a knot, his chest doing odd flutters, and his tummy performing foreign flips. You tend to bring the best out of him during concerts because his performance enhances every time he sees you watching him from the crowd. Yet you're capable of weakening him so much so that he feels like a puppet on a string.

Atsumu had met you once in a small gathering exclusive to all his friends. You were his rhythm guitarist's childhood friend. How could he forget you trailing behind Suna Rintaro with an excited grin on your lips when he formally introduced you to him? Especially when you gushed about how fantastic he was as a musician and singer before begging him for an autograph. Since then, you have never left, not even once, Atsumu's mind.

He lazily sits back on the velvet chair as the interviewer rambles out questions to him and his band members about their new upcoming album and world tour. Blah blah blah, it goes over Atsumu's head. He's going crazy because here isn't where he wants to be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. He could have all the applause, awards, and riches in the world but it will never make him content. Not when you're not beside him, not when you're not his.

The green look of envy never suited Atsumu, especially when it was evident. It wasn't easy to stop glaring at Suna when you were always running up to him first. Granted, you two were childhood friends, but it's not like there weren't better options for you such as himself. You had the privilege to be friends with the band but it's unfair that you and he weren't getting closer after being given opportunities. 

"Yer glarin' at Suna again"

Atsumu blows out a raspberry and walks off to busy himself with his guitar. The band's drummer, Aran Oijiro, shakes his head with slight amusement. Atsumu could cool off and write a song about how he and you should be misbehaving for days and losing track of time and space. And how you're a silver lining climbing on his desire. He gets often teased by his bandmates on how the songs he's been writing are obvious confessions to you. They could fuck off for all he cares.

"Oi, Miya, the show is in ten minutes"

Sakusa Kiyoomi, their bassist, rolled his eyes at Atsumu when the blonde was frantically fixing himself in the mirror for the nth time.

"I know! I know! Don't rush me, Omi"

"It's not like she's gonna be there"

"Oh, she will"

Atsumu smirked and Sakusa only scowls at him and leaves him in the dressing room. And he was right, there you were in the front row watching his band play. God, every time you cheered and screamed the lyrics along with him, Atsumu's voice wavered. His knees were growing mellow and he's been hitting the wrong chords more than once now. His bandmates were sending him looks, probably wondering what has gotten him to fuck up a few of the songs in a row.

Sweat poured all over his body as heat burned further in his belly. Atsumu gulped, he knew his longing for you was getting out of hand. You had him chasing after you for ages, you're cruel for letting him live only on the thrill of the chase. He wanted you. He needed you. Atsumu just wanted to hear you say 'Are you mine?'.

After the show, the blonde hurries backstage and ignores the concerned calls of his bandmates. He knows he wasn't at his peak during the show but he couldn't give a fuck. Atsumu waits at the door, he patiently waits for you to knock and enter. A grin splits on his face when he hears your familiar knocking on the backstage door. All his bandmates were most likely in the dressing room so he was the one who answered.

"Hey Rinta-oh. Atsumu?"

You stood there bewildered by the figure towering over you by the door. Atsumu chuckles lowly as he pulls you by the hip inside and swiftly shuts the door. He leans over you while you're pressed against the wall.

"Uh, are you okay, Atsumu?"

"Hm? I've been better, sweetheart"

"Are you sure? Because back on stage you seem...off"

"Oh, yer gettin' concerned 'bout me?"

There was an instant blush rising on your cheeks that drew out a laugh from the blonde. You glare up at him when he teases you with a smirk.

"I doubt the world isn't concerned about the world's hottest modern rockstar"

"Yeah, but it isn't every day that I get a pretty girl tellin' me she's concerned 'bout me"

"...What are you on about, Atsumu?"

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. That's when Atsumu hastily takes your arm and leads you to the nearest restroom. You gasp when he presses you against the locked door before inching his face close to yours.

"Ya know, I've had it with ya, [Name]"

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"A million things but stealin' my heart is one of 'em"

There was a pregnant pause as you gazed up at him, flabbergasted. You blink at him, batting your eyelashes as if feigning innocence and it was enough to make restraint snap within Atsumu.

"I thought...I thought you were just playing"

"You have no idea how badly I wanna make ya mine, [Name]"

"Atsumu..."

The space closes between you and him as you grab him by the fabric of his shirt while one of his hands plays around your waistline as the other grabs your chin. Atsumu's face leans forward to the point his breath tickles your face.

"Well, are you mine?"

He asks and the answer you grant him is capturing his lips with your own, starting a fiery dance of clashing emotions. Both of your lips caught in a fervent kiss with hands clumsily exploring each other's bodies. Without even an hour, clothes were being desperately pulled off each other's bodies, and nails digging into each other's skin. 

"You got me, baby"

That was your reply and it drove Atsumu to madness. Breathless moans were exchanged as heat engulfed both you and Atsumu. His teeth mark your skin, your nails clawing his back, and the unwavering eye contact from the two of you. Bless the unfortunate soul who approaches the restroom to hear an obnoxious banging on the other side of the door and labored panting.

After that fiasco, Atsumu was happy to announce his official relationship with you to his band. He's met with several 'Damn, finally' from most of them, Suna appeared the most relieved saying 'Took you two long enough, it was painful to watch you two act like idiots' or whatever that meant. Every musician has their muse, and you were his muse. You brought meaning to every song he wrote and played on stage. You were the inspiration for his success. And most importantly, you were his. Of course, Atsumu was yours too. Not just for tonight or tomorrow. But for the rest of each other's lives.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[hugejk]

Hiiiii! I really like your writing and I wondered if u would like too write a story about going skiing or skating with pablo but he isn’t the best so reader have to help him and all and it’s all just very cute and fluffy ❤️❤️❤️

i live in a snowy state so this is literally perfect omg 😚

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“amor im cold. I don’t like it here.” pablo complained as you were visiting your family for the holidays. They lived far from barcelona so you didn’t really talk to them a lot.

“what are you talking about? this is the perfect weather” you stated, you’ve lived there for most of your life before moving to barcelona for school. You were used to this kind of weather.

“i’ve lived in spain my whole life i’m used to the sun amor. It’s too cold here i don’t know how you lived here.” he said with a stern tone as he didn’t like the cold (clearly.)

“well that’s too bad, we’re going skiiing today with my family…” you said. You looked at pablo as he was staring at you with disbelief.

“your joking right?” he said with disappointment.

“no i’m not, it’s something new and you might like it pablo.” you said.

On your way to the skiing resort pablo had his arms crossed giving you the silent treatment like a child.

And once you guys arrived it wasn’t any better. He was so moody and annoyed with the snow. But you knew this would be hilarious seeing him try and ski.

Though, you’ve never skied before. As long as you lived here your parents never really thought about skiing, they hated the cold too. So they never really took you and your sibling skiing.

You checked in to get your gear and all that stuff. Pablo still annoyed because there was snow in his boots, it was too cold, and he just wanted to relax in the warm house you rented for the month.

You looked over to him and gave him a small peck on the cheek, hoping that would get him out his mood.

*time skip because i’m too lazy to write all that*

As you and pablo got to the top of the snowy hill you could see him getting scared. You knew some stuff about skiing as your childhood friend had taught you but never took you. So you had to explain the basics.

“Okay, pizza to slow down, french fries to go faster. Got it?” you said to him demonstrating with your hands.

“no.”

you sighed as he was being difficult but you didn’t want to scare him even more by being aggressive. You explained more in depth this time.

“Okay, so when you want to slow down, you put your feet in a triangle position. Like a slice of pizza. Then when you want to go faster, make your skis straight, like french fries.” you said

“but not all french fries are straight…” he said quietly, but you still heard it.

“pablo i swear to the heavens above just ski down the hill with me already.” you said slightly annoyed as he has not been cooperating this entire time.

“i’m just…a little scared…” he said softly.

“you have the snow to impact your fall pablo, you’ve gone head first just to get the ball back which it probably more dangerous than this small hill.” You said.

You grabbed his hand and started slowly moving, going down the hill.

“remember, pizza, french fries.” you said softly.

Pablo, being the little shit he is decided to make you guys for faster, which you didn’t expect from him as he was just shaking from thinking about going down.

“PABLO-“ you screamed.

You let go of his hand to slow yourself down, seeing him go down fast, and easily stopping at the end of the hill. Once you got your confidence back, you went down after him.

When you got down all you saw was him laughing at you.

“not funny! i was scared- i thought you were scared? what happened- why did you do that-“ you kept cutting yourself off, until he cut you off with a quick kiss.

“i don’t know what happened, i just wanted to go fast all of a sud-“ you cut him off with a longer, more passionate kiss.

“i hate you.”

“i love you too..”

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A/N: i really loves this idea especially because i’m really used to know, also i don’t know anything about skiing. And i’m glad you enjoyed the writings 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[soleilnomoon]

Ayoooooooo congratulations on 1.3k!!!!

May I have a mai tai with a side of diced mangoes. And may I request songs 20, 36, 42 and 46 from the playlist for Izou x fem reader 😗

ty so much, it feels so surreal tbh lmaooo (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) lissen, lissen i’m so happy u requested izou bc i’ve been wanting to write him; i had to stop myself from writing more bc i said i was gonna keep things short but!!! 🥴️ sometimes u have to lie a lil. anyway, i had more fun than i should have, i hope you enjoy 😌

1k words (i...know i know, but! in my defense it's izou, what was i supposed to do, oppose him?? never), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; feat. izou being the worst™ & overall menace, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dom/sub vibes, idk other stuff probably i can't think rn. anyway!!! y/n deserves a purple heart for surviving (or barely surviving idk u tell me). (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't &lt;3)

the rain is relentless — pelting hard, angry droplets against the window, accompanied by a cacophonous, echoing boom from the thunder. nerves get the best of you, make your skin feel like it's being pulled taut against your bones, stretched thin enough to make you want to pull your hair out. being trapped indoors is never ideal, but when izou notices your discomfort and graciously offers to take your mind off the storm, who are you to refuse?

still, you should’ve known better; with izou, there’s always a certain… price you have to pay.

the room is stifling with the window shut, the temperature even more unbearable when he takes his time undressing you.

part of the show, he tells you as he touts an extremely convincing facade of a man with all the grace and patience in the world for you. except, it doesn’t feel that way when his lithe fingers coast along the curve of your jaw, leaving behind a scorching phantom touch that will surely haunt you well into the night. 

you know he’s doing this intentionally, especially when you whine and plead for him to hurry up — to touch you properly.

“oh, now you care?”

you stare at him, wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape at his accusation. normally, you’re always willing to go at his pace, but now you’re barely holding on as an unexplainable greed pours into you at an alarming rate. 

he clicks his tongue, disapproval stamped all over his pretty, delicate features, a frown tugging on his lips as he pinches your nipple roughly through your bra; you let out a shameless moan and almost apologize for it. 

almost.

“be patient,” he commands evenly, his voice terribly deep and hypnotic as you find yourself nodding despite wanting to scream at him to hurry up. the determined look in your eyes makes him chuckle darkly; he brushes his lips against yours, softly kissing once, then twice. a menacing warmth snakes its way up your stomach and lands aggressively in your chest. you grip the edge of the desk tightly, your nails harshly digging into the wood as you force yourself to breathe.

you doubt you’ll survive at the rate he’s going, but if you move, he’ll leave you to fend for yourself — and you don’t want that.

not after he teased you for so long.

izou knows he’s incorrigible, but the desperation in your strained movements brings him a sick pleasure that he’s not ready to admit to. he often wonders how you can make him act as if he’s lost all common sense; and he’s reminded of it when you shift your hips forward, inching your ass closer to the edge of the desk.

he has half a mind to drag this out for as long as he can, but he knows his patience is practically nonexistent right now, despite his words earlier.

on your next inhale, izou gently grabs your face and kisses you; the thunderstorm is the furthest thing from your mind as his other hand travels down your thigh slowly, palm rough and warm against your skin. goosebumps prance down your arms and legs at the sensation, and when his tongue glides deftly in between your parted lips, your back arches, and your chest presses against his. 

izou has assured himself, time and time again, that he doesn’t care for kissing — except when it comes to you, that is.

he nearly loses his focus when you whimper against his lips; you taste every bit as sweet as you look, something he’s come to enjoy every time his tongue caresses yours. you’re not sure how much longer you can hold out, your fingers strain as you struggle to keep gripping the edge of the desk.

there’s a haze that clouds your mind, so much that you barely register when his fingers push aside your panties, an amused smile crawling onto his lips when you tremble against him. you pull away from him while panting lightly, lips now stained with the remnants of his lipstick. 

“izou,” you gasp when he rubs the tips of his fingers along your slit, gathering up a bit of your arousal. his touch is feather-light and you let out a frustrated groan, as your hips roll forward on instinct. “damn it, stop teasing me.”

even though he cuts you with a sharp look, you can tell that he’s having too much damn fun teasing you like that. 

“what did i say earlier?” 

the question is rhetorical, you know it is — which is why you swallow hard and put on a brave face, despite not knowing if izou keep edging you throughout the night. he doesn’t let you marinate on the issue for too long, instead sliding two fingers inside of you without warning. he swallows every moan and gasp you let out while working his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. 

your legs tremble as he fingerfucks you fast and hard; when you get too loud, he slows his pace, thumb hovering over your throbbing clit.

again, you forget yourself and forget izou’s little “rules” rather quickly.

“fuck!” 

he reminds you in between ardent tongue-kisses that you agreed to behave, but he knew you were talking shit. dragging his lips down the length of your neck, izou curls his fingers and rubs firm slow circles against your clit with his thumb. you buck your hips against his hand recklessly and sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you try to stifle another loud moan. it comes out garbled and wholly unintelligible; he bites your neck in warning while your pussy squeezes around his fingers.

it must be audacity that compels him to remove his fingers prematurely, your slick arousal slowly gliding down his fingers — his secret honey, he told you once.

“you really are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

his tone is daunting now, giving you a different kind of thrill as you shake your head at him.

“i don’t like liars,” he says smoothly, his own lie spoken with ease as he pushes his fingers in between your lips. “but i’ll give you a chance to make it up to me.” his eyelids lower as you begin to suck and taste yourself on his fingers; he’s already forgiven you, but you don’t need to know that just yet — not when he’s planning to push you to your limit so that you’ll be every bit as obsessed with him as he is with you.

[jesslovesboats]

It's the most wonderful time of the year- time for @terrortracks! I'll post my playlists here, along with covers and liner notes or at least a little bit of insight into why I chose these specific tracks.

First up is my playlist for Day 1- explorer of choice!

If you've been here longer than 5 minutes, you know that my favorite expedition is the Karluk, but my favorite guy is actually Joseph Stenhouse, of Ross Sea Party fame. I've never related to a polar guy more, and I project onto him in a way that is probably less than healthy. There's a reason he's the sun sign in my explorerscope.

ANYWAY, he is best known for getting the Aurora back to safety and for sinking u-boats with his bestie Frank Worsley during the war. Later in his life, though, he served as the captain of the Discovery during the Discovery Oceanographic Expeditions of 1925-1927! This was a bad time for everyone involved, as Stennie was fighting with the scientific team non-stop, witnessing absolutely horrific animal cruelty at the Grytviken whaling station, dealing with his own crippling anxiety, depression, and (probable) PTSD, and coming to the painful realization that the age of sail was over and the skills he dedicated his life to perfecting were no longer valuable or necessary. It was an impossibly hard pill to swallow.

This playlist features songs about feeling awkward, out of place, uncomfortable, sad, too old, and not enough. I'm sure none of you can relate to that- me neither!

1. ballad of a homeschooled girl- Olivia Rodrigo

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell, I told secrets I shouldn't tell I stumbled over all my words, I made it weird, I made it worse Each time I step outside, it's social suicide

2. Ashamed- Deer Tick

Murdered my throat, screaming bloody all night Hit him with a book and how he crumbles So, you should have seen how the arches tumble They're golden no more, now I'm smiling in my blood I'm caught in a whirlwind, I'm going to heaven I'm standing on trial and it's painted on canvas An eternal testament to how we are so animalistic

3. Crack Baby- Mitski

Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you had it once And you know that you want it back Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you're needing it And you know that you need it bad

4. Mariners Apartment Complex- Lana Del Ray

They mistook my kindness for weakness I fucked up, I know that, but Jesus Can't a girl just do the best she can? Catch a wave and take in the sweetness Think about it, the darkness, the deepness All the things that make me who I am

5. Calamity Song- The Decemberists

And you've receded into loam And they're picking at your bones Will call cold We'll come home

6. Bite The Hand- boygenius

Here's the best part distilled for you But you want what I can't give to you Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied

7. Ship To Wreck- Florence and the Machine

What's with the long face? Do you want more? Thousands of red-eyed mice, scratching at the door And don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before The chair is an island, darling, you can't touch the floor

8. A Better Son/Daughter- Rilo Kiley

And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on And your friends they sing along and they love you But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend

[regularme12]

The Regular Show Tickle Hcs

A/N: I realized there was no tickle content of this wonderful show, well the ones I can’t find, so I decided to make one.

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Benson:

40/60: Lee/Ler

Ler:

He tickles anyone and everyone back, if they tickle him

And you better run fast and far, cause once he catches you, it won’t be pretty

He’ll tickle you even if u tell him to stop

But sometimes he’s more gentle to the sweet characters like Pops

So when Pops tells him to stop he will

Can’t say the same to Rigby or Mordecai

They’re in deep shit once Benson catches them

Lee:

The 40% of him being a lee, he absolutely hates

Like I mean HATES being tickled, it’s just not fun to him at all and he wishes people would stop when he tells them to

Like Mordecai and Rigby

Sometimes they team up on him and get him good, sometimes even bribe him for a raise, which he has to give them in order for all of this to stop

Other times, Benson just gets so fed up with their shit, he turns the tables and goes for the little one first, Rigby. Only bc he’s an easy target.

He’s really ticklish, like a 7/10

The others, like Pops, Muscle Man, Hi-five Ghost, and Skips all didn’t know he was ticklish, until Rigby and Mordecai couldn’t keep their mouths shut

They ran in the room screaming “BENSON’S TICKLISH!! HE’S REALLY TICKLISH OMG!!”

Then a red faced gum ball machine came in all pissed “SHUT UP YOU TWO!!”

Then everyone else in the room just had to test that theory out and teamed up on him again.

His worst spot is his knees, like get him there, and he’ll be cackling

He screams, thrashes and kicks, so be careful when u manage to pin him down and tickle him.

Muscle Man:

100% Ler

Ler:

He’s not really ticklish at all, that’s why he’s never tickled, he was kinda just born like that

But don’t get him wrong, he does tickle everyone else given the chance

Like the groups targets Rigby and Mordecai

They just a handful and need to be taken down a notch, so Muscle Man decided to do just that.

Tickle the shit out of both of them, wether it be at the same time or one on one, whatever mood he’s feeling

If he gets into tickle fights, he always wins ofc, like with High-five, he’s a ghost in all, but Muscle Man knows just how to get him in a giggly mess.

And Pops, Boy is it easy or what to get him down and tickle him to pieces, along with Benson?

Well, with Benson, he kinda had to put up quite a fight, but he still managed to pin him down, and tickle him

High-Five Ghost:

100% Lee

Ler:

Idek y I’m writing about him bc he’s a ghost but still

Anyways he doesn’t like tickling anyone who isn’t his best friend, Muscle Man, and Muscle Man isn’t ticklish, so yeah, I’d say he’s 100% Lee!

Lee:

He only likes Muscle Man tickling him, bc he knows the green man doesn’t mean anything by it, and he’s gentle with his touches.

It may not seem like that in the show, but off camera, he’s really sweet and soft to High-five

His death spot is, yep you guessed it, his palms

I mean, it’s literally in his name

“High-five Ghost” lol, I’m so funny…

Skips:

100% Ler

Ler:

He’s not ticklish at all

Never was

Well, let’s just say he kinda grown out of that

One day he was hella ticklish

The next, he wasn’t

Like?!

Anyways, he tickles the hell out of Rigby and Mordecai he also tickles Benson and Pops too, but when they say stop he does stop, goes with Rigby and Mordecai too

Tho, sometimes they can get on everyone’s nerves, and Skips just needs to reach them a lesson

But other times, he stops when they tell him too.

Pops:

50/50 Lee/Ler

Ler:

Pops just loves to tickle people, he doesn’t care who, or what gender, he just sees someone he knows and starts tickling them

He thinks it’s a fun game, but he can take stop as an answer, and does

Bc if someone doesn’t like the game, he won’t think it’s fun anymore, everyone gotta love it in order for him to enjoy it

He tickles Rigby and Mordecai all the time too, as well as Benson

Even if Mordecai and Rigby gets on his nerves he will still listen to them when they had enough, he’s just a gentle giant

Lee:

He LOVES getting tickled, by damn, he enjoys it too much

He actually starts asking ppl to tickle him too

He goes to Benson more tho bc Benson knows what he’s doing

Does he get embarrassed asking? Ofc he doesn’t, it’s Pops, he never gets embarrassed

Not even if he’s asking the groups trouble makers, Rigby and Mordecai, he’ll do anything to get his fair share of tickles too

His death spot is his feet, he absolutely loves it if u get him there.

He also doesn’t squirm or anything, and his laugh is cute bubbly giggles and chortles

Rigby:

90/10 Lee/Ler

Ler:

Him as a ler? Hell yeah!

He always tickles his friends, especially his childhood friend, Mordecai.

He tickles Benson too, usually to get that raise he wants.

Prolly the only effort he will put in.

He tickles Mordecai all the time as well, usually to distract him from the job Benson told them to do, but never finish

No, he won’t stop if u tell him to, that’s malarkey, crazy talk if I ever!

He loves tickling ppl, y would he stop?

He doesn’t even stop when Mordecai begs him too at that, u gotta physically pull him off

Lee:

He’s really ticklish himself, like a 10/10

He hates it too

He really hates being tickled, so he’s such a hypocrite

He won’t stop if someone tells him too, but he’s quick to get all pissy if someone won’t stop themselves

Like Mordecai? Or Benson? Or even Skips, but that’s on rare occasions (not so rare, since he’s always on ppls nerves)

He will start crying and screaming for you to stop if u won’t the first time.

He’s a puncher and a kicker, if Mordecai isn’t the one tickling him, then he’ll ask for his help

90% of the time he deserves it, so the blue Jay won’t even help him himself, he’ll prolly join in, if ever

But the other 10% someone just wants to be a jerk, so he slowly assures them off him, and if that won’t work, Mordecai would tickle them slightly to get them off his bsf

His death spot is his tail, he’ll start screaming if u tickle him there.

Mordecai:

80/20 Lee/Ler:

Ler:

He usually always tickles Rigby, if anything

He mostly only feels comfortable with the raccoon, so he’ll only tickle him every time he feels like it, or Rigby just gets on his nerves, like he does everyone

One time, Rigby got them both in so much trouble, Mordecai tickled him relentlessly until he was coughing, bro would not let that slide at all

He tried tickling Margaret but she’s not ticklish, so he never tried it again

He actually got punched once the first time he tickled Rigby, which was in first grade, Rigby had to apologize sincerely, but Mordecai just shrugged it off saying it was his fault for not stopping from the get-go.

And yes, it was in fact his fault

The blue jay should’ve stopped

But he didn’t

Lee:

Massive Lee right here!!!

Super hella ticklish, dawg.

Like a 9/10, Rigby’s way more ticklish than him tho, and Mordecai hates being tickled so fucking much, he’ll kick and punch anyone who threatens to touch him.

Like he did with Margraet… yh… it took her 1 month to forgive him, then she realized that she should’ve stopped too

So Karma’s a bitch towards Mordecai, as always

He gets teamed up on less than Rigby, but more than everyone else, bc he’s the second most ticklish person, and he makes funny reactions, plus some cute ones too

Like if he’s tickled enough he chirps like a bird and everyone thinks it’s so cute, even his childhood friend, Rigby

But Mordecai hates this weakness so much, he tries to forget ever being ticklish, but it just won’t work.

His death spot is his beak, or his wings, there really is no difference they all create the same hiccups and chirps.

[berrymoos]

hihi!! i noticed u like regressor prowler, so i was wondering if i could request some hcs of him for the diaper ask game??

3, 13, 14, 15, 17, and 19, if that's not too much! feel free to skip over any too!! tysm if you ever fill this out :DD 🩷🩷

(also if i may — 🦅 anon perhaps 👀👀)

SCREAMS SO LOUD WAAAAAAAH – my brain has been grabbing onto prowler miles for almost 2 weeks now, i love him so bad (even if he only did get like ... 30 seconds of screen time in atsv NDNWNDJWD)

THANK U FOR THE ASK I'M SO !!!!!

💜 — earth 42 miles!

3. how do they feel about wearing diapers? (shy? angry? chill?)

prowler is definitely shy about it, even a little embarrassed! he has nightmares / night terrors & that causes a few nighttime accidents that he can't control, but he beats himself up about it to no end (and even had a period where he pushed off regressing in hopes that maybe it'll stop all of that ... it made it worse) bc he's 15. he shouldn't be wetting the bed anymore over some stupid nightmares, yk? he shouldn't need to use diapers when he regresses. spider miles tries his best to coax him out of that mindset, though ... but it's hard sometimes :(

13. have they ever had a daytime accident?

maybe once or twice, but usually prowler is able to get up & go before then. daytime accidents tend to be caused by flashbacks or like ,, being too into drawing & realizing at the last second. after some convincing from spider miles, he wears pull ups in the daytime for reasons like these. it takes a bit, but ... eventually, prowler thanks miles for caring about him like that <3

14. do they wet the bed?

mhm! it's the reason why prowler wears a dip to bed!! he beats himself up abt it, but spider miles is always quick to reassure him that it's okay!!

15. who changes them? (their cg? anyone who’s comfortable? only themself?)

prowler always always always immediately tries changing himself, no matter what; since he wears dips at night / to bed, he often wakes up in the middle of the night or the moment he wakes up in the morning to change himself (and some attempts go ... better than others). he's already shy about needing extra protection, & having somebody else help him with that? embarrassment x100 :(( ,, spider miles is the only other person prowler feels comfy with helping

17. what’s their favorite thing to wear over a diaper? (pants? skirts? diaper cover? nothing at all?)

rlly baggy pants (typically sweats) & a long shirt just for added discretion. prowler doesn't want anybody (aside from spider miles) knowing or even getting a hint that he's wearing a dip / pull up

19. how does their cg feel about the little one wearing a diaper?

spider miles is super duper supportive of it, ofc!! he understands that prowler can't control nighttime accidents or his body's reactions to flashbacks, so it'd just be plain rude if he poked fun at that. he also always seems to have extra dips and pull ups for prowler & he's like “...where are you storing these...? wait, how are you even getting these??” (peter is always willing to help a morales out ≧﹏≦)

[writerracha]

OKAY GONNA START SCREAMING

I think wish you back, like volcano, contains a deeper meaning besides missing a lover. THE ENTIRE SONG IS A EUPHEMISM FOR WANTING YOUR OLD/CHILDHOOD SELF BACK SHSHDJDJEK TELL ME IM WRONG

firstly, the chorus. "you were my story" is his younger self, his past self, which is why it's his story - it's his life. he gathers those memories and looks at the photographs of him when he was younger, and cherishes them because he can't go back. he's reminiscing about the past, the good times that he once had, when he had no worries and was happy.

the first verse is even more obvious: maybe he's going through something, or in the process of growing up, he slowly lost the sense of carefreeness and happiness he once had. and it makes him think back to those times when he still had those feelings. he wonders if he'll lose that memory, too. "put your small hands together" is an even more obvious hint that he was a kid then. "in the days when every moment was beautiful and splendid" is EXACTLY the feeling you have as a child where you're not consumed by worries and anxiety. "you were the main character in the movie called me" JUST CONFIRMS IT. because ONLY HIS PAST SELF CAN BE THE MAIN CHARACTER OF HIS MOVIE AHSJEKKEKE

and he says that even if he travels around the world, fill his mind with other thoughts, he can't outrun it, because this feeling is inside of him. he can't escape it.

he wishes his old self back. he's tired of "sitting in a room all day long and turning off the light". he doesn't feel okay, but he knows that he can't go back to the past. you can't rewind time, and even though maybe his past self made a promise to himself to not be defeated, it falls forfeit when he had to say goodbye to his past self as he grew up.

and even though he knows this, he's still holding out for a chance that one day, he can be as happy and carefree as his past self was again. he looks at the picture of his younger self and himself right now, and he wants to be able to see himself smile so brightly again in the mirror. he doesn't want to feel this way anymore. so he holds out hope, and waits.

IDK IT COULD BE A SONG ABOUT A LOVER THAT GOT AWAY OR STH,, but idk the lyrics are kinda way too ambiguous for me to think that way, especially the parts about the main character of his movie ajsjsnsm

OKAY BUT ALSO IF WISH YOU BACK IS ABOUT HIS PAST SELF CLOSE COULD BE ABOUT HIS FUTURE SELF AHSJJSKWKS OK ILL STOP

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I ADORE YOU FOR THIS. I CANT TELL YOU YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!

I absolutely love this analysis. Because I truly believe Jisung is very good at self exploration and introspection HOW CAN HE NOT BE. This man overthinks everything I'm pretty sure about it and his medium is song writing. SO DEFINITELY!!!!!!!! That makes so much sense I don't even know what to tell you except stand up and CLAP

i think all of his songs have double, triple, multiple meaning, it's the beauty of his story telling, he writes about so many things so you can apply it to what speaks to u. that's also just good narrative skills in my opinion. if your story is too obvious it can be good but for me somethng that is open to interpretation is even better, and ji does that so perfectly he understands that i think. or if he doesn't he's just a genius WHICH IS ALSO TRUE

like definitely a past self. his past self. but also his other selves?? all the people he could have been?? and sometimes you change but you want to get that person back??? "the photo engraved in my heart"... i also love how he's able to portray that when we miss someone (or ourselves) it is triggered by things in our day, it doesn't happen in the same manner. it's about being haunted by something but also "you're on my mind MORE TODAY" like. some days you wake up and you're inhabited by something. and that speaks to it SO MUCH. and THE WAY HE SINGS THAT DESPAIR AND FEELING HIS VOICE SENDS ME EVERY GODDAMN TIME THERE'S SO MUCH IN IT AOISFHASF

i also love that he talks about missing something and that it hurts and that we accept this hurt because missing someone also means we care, we love, we are human. and that's so beautiful. THE HUMANITY IN HIS SONGS

I mean I can imagine how someone like Ji could miss previous days... it must be a tough life sometimes, going back to being "carefree" or being "no one"... I get that. That makes me emotional because it's not that he doesn't like his life now, missing our younger self is not about hating our life now, it's just about nostalgia and that's so ok. ANYWAY WOW I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG IMMA STOP NOW but thank you for sharing that. truly. i appreciate it so so much, thank you for trusting me with your thoughts

LOTS OF LOVE

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[bunycube]

The fact we never got a Akushima route makes me sad. Imagine him handcuffing himself and Aoba together and they have to stay at Glitter. Aoba viciously pulling Akushima off the bed they’re forced to share when he has to pee at night.

i feel like if akushima had a route itd actually be so fun 😭😭 hes a funny guy his route would b so chaotic

i imagine itd be very easy for them to enter oval tower too since it seems like he has access to it jsbfdbbs

in all honesty i cannot picture him with aoba 😔😔 but thibking abt it srsly i can imagine how itd go like aoba is running away frm the cops n then akushima catches him like UR UNDER ARREST then agrees to go to platinum jail w him (why? i can dxplain but m not good w words) etc etc.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!