#you know… i’m gonna be so honest and say

[quarterlifekitty]

I just read the baby trapping HC’s… what if it was the reverse? reader baby trapping THEM

I think that depends entirely upon how cleverly you went about it! I’m gonna answer this with the assumption that they match your freak on the matter lmao

cw: dubcon, baby trapping

And as a preamble: it’s literally so easy for you. For any of them. Because quite honestly if they’re hard, and you say you’re on birth control, they’re gonna believe you. And really, most of them probably would’ve just assumed you were if you let them hit it raw. But we’re gonna say you lied about being on the pill for this ask.

Gaz is such a sweet guy. He’s literally just like “I’m happy if you’re happy, love” when you tell him the news. These things happen, and he has no reason not to believe you, right? What does it matter as long as you’re both happy?

Soap has his suspicions about it. But again, it’s not like he was really pressing you for reassurance that it was safe when he came inside you— when he gets like that, the dog in him takes over and there’s no stopping him. And maybe he’s not sure initially, to be honest, but then he thinks about a little bundle that has the same eyes as you, and he just can’t bring himself to be upset. Even if you are a liar.

Ghost, regardless of how he feels on the news, is going to investigate. He can’t help himself. Fucker is nosy. And you would’ve known this! So you’ve got it all set up for him to find. Water glass on your nightstand, the drawer just slightly ajar— not even enough to see inside, but enough to make him curious. He opens, sees the round of pills, and the timing all checks out. All taken right up until recently— when you tested positive. And you’re not careless to leave them in the trash. They were flushed. And from before that— you have drawer in the kitchen where you often shove the stray contents of your handbag. And there are receipts. A few months worth, from the pharmacy, with exactly what you bought. If you have a menstrual/symptom calendar app on your phone, it’s all logged. There are notifications in your reminder app telling you to refill your prescription. A number in your contacts that matches up with the doctor listed on the prescription. It’s the fact that it’s too neat that tips him off. Every piece of evidence he could’ve ever asked for is there, and that’s how he knows it isn’t natural. And it makes him smile. It’s touching— how much care you put into securing him in your life forever. Kid’ll be a terror, with the two of you as the parents. Too capable.

Price had a feeling in his gut when you told him you were on the pill. He thought about pulling out just to see how far you’d take things. In the end, finishing inside of you was like calling your bluff to him. He’d be fine with waiting a month or two to see if he was right. In the meantime, he’ll be looking at paint swatches for the nursery.

König is not looking a gift horse in the mouth. But if he does find out, he’s actually grateful. Saved him the trouble of asking you to have his baby, which was just one of a few questions wracking his nerves when it came to you. And this provides him the perfect opportunity to ask you to marry him! Doesn’t have to torture himself with sussing out your ring size, the kind you’d want, waiting for just the right moment. He asks you when you tell him you’re pregnant— it’s like everything is coming together. It’s a fairy tale ending for him!

Nikolai confronts you when you tell him that you’re pregnant. There’s a sly smile on his face. He teases a bit. Isn’t that just so strange? That you’d be unlucky enough for that tiny little chance of it failing was enough. And he has a way of making you squirm, of prodding you until you tell him what he wants. You can’t help but smile when he smiles, feeling a little giddy. He makes it seem all light and cute— so you do spill the truth. And he’ll pick you up and spin you as he laughs. His malyshka is so naughty, isn’t she? Lying to him like that, like he wouldn’t find out. Like wouldn’t give her a baby just as soon as she asked. Like he wasn’t planning on pulling a similar move in the near future.

[ohbueckers]

HEART OF A WOMAN. … and she gives me all her trust and i’m abusing it right now.

06, CHAPTER SIX. SOMEBODY ELSE’S GIRL (MINE FIRST).

ju speaks. happy late thanksgiving if you celebrate! this is the quickest i’ve ever finished a chapter and i think it’s because i switched between their views, so it’s also a little long. but let me know your thoughts cauuuuse… it’s all mess from here. pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. sexual innuendos, sappy paige.

present day, june 2025.

practice had just ended, a longer one than usual might i add. most of the team had trickled out, grabbed their stuff and hit the showers. i lingered near the bench with maya, who had allegedly been here under some important circumstance, but i just think she wanted to see me. we haven’t hung out much recently.

she’d been talking my ear off about the game tomorrow, but i wasn’t fully listening. my focus? split—like always. out of the corner of my eye, nai walked in, hair tied back, a stack of papers in her hand. she didn’t look over here, probably didn’t even realize i was in the gym. what was she here for?

maya nudged me, temporarily snapping me out of it. “you hear me?” she asked, tilting her head.

“uh, yeah,” i lied, blinking as i turned back to her. “somethin’ about their zone defense, right?”

maya rolled her eyes. “you’re hopeless,” she said, but she was laughing.

i chuckled too, stroking a hand over my chin. my eyes drifted back to nai. she’d settled near the scorer’s table, flipping through the papers like whatever she was working on was life or death. she’s more locked in for the game than i am.

“yo, nai!” i called, my voice echoing through the quiet of the empty gym.

she glanced up, startled, her brows furrowing slightly before she turned her attention toward me. “what?” she asked. her tone was neutral, but not exactly inviting.

“come here for a sec,” i said, leaning back against the bench, spreading my legs out, my arms draped over the sides like i wasn’t hanging on her reaction. maya’s eyes followed over to me, her smirk growing, but she didn’t say a word.

nai hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she exhaled sharply, setting the papers down on the table. she walked over, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the court. she wasn’t in any rush, but the way her eyes stayed locked on me, i knew she was curious.

“what do you need, bueckers?” she asked, stopping just far enough to keep some space between us. her arms crossed over her chest, and i couldn’t help but notice the way her forearms flexed slightly with the movement.

“relax, i ain’t gonna bite,” i teased, tilting my head with a grin. “wanted to ask if you saw the film on the liberty’s screens. got it on my phone—figured you might have some notes since, you know, you’re always prepared.”

her eyes narrowed, but she’s definitely amused, biting back a smile. “you’re only asking me because you didn’t do your homework, huh?”

i shrugged, unbothered. “maybe.”

maya laughed beside me, chiming in, “at least she’s honest.”

nai rolled her eyes but stepped closer, her gaze flicking between me and maya. she held her hand out. “fine. show me the video.”

“thought you’d never ask,” i said, pulling out my phone. my thumb hovered over the screen as i unlocked it, my stomach flipping briefly as the lock screen flashed. thankfully, i’d changed it from the polaroids this morning, though the thought of it, thought of her, still made my chest tighten. in a good way.

i tapped the screen, pulling up the clip, and held it out to her. “here,” i said. “maya and i were just talking about it.” it’s a breakdown of their off-ball movement—mostly betnijah and sabrina setting those high screens.

nai leaned in slightly, her shoulder brushing mine as she took the phone. i parted my lips, forcing my focus onto the video.

“you weren’t talking about this,” she murmured, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she glanced at maya.

maya snickered, leaning forward to watch over nai’s shoulder. “caught us. but it’s relevant.”

i watched them both for a second, my eyes settling over nai longer than i should’ve let it. she was so close, close enough that her shampoo—something clean and floral—filled my nose.

her fingers tapped the screen as she rewound the clip. “see this?” she said, pointing to a sequence where sabrina set a screen to free betnijah for a backdoor cut. “they do this every time the ball swings weak-side. if you’re late, it’s an automatic bucket.”

“makes sense,” maya murmured, nodding along.

the video played on, but it was just noise to me. nai shifted again, and my eyes dropped to the curve of her jaw, the faint flush on her cheeks that was always there, down to the sliver of skin her button-up gave me a show of when she crouched down, her hips—

“paige,” nai said suddenly, snapping me out of my daze. God, i’ve been having a lot of those. it was a stern say of my name, and i blinked, realizing i hadn’t heard a word she’d said.

“huh?” i asked.

she sighed, handing the phone back. “i said, they’re predictable, but you have to be locked in. no gambling—you’ll get caught overplaying on those screens.”

“oh. yeah, for sure,” i replied quickly, slipping my phone back into my pocket. “locked in. got it.” my hands found the hem of my shorts, fidgeting with the fabric just to do something.

maya raised a brow, glancing between us. “you good, paige?”

“always,” i replied, shooting her a grin as i scrunched my face up, like the question was absurd. i caught the knowing (or the i think i know) look she shot nai. i’m terrible at not being obvious.

nai shook her head, muttering something under her breath before heading back to the scorer’s table.

i need to talk to maya.

game day was different. they always started early for me, the arena was quieter than i liked, but now the whole team was here. sneakers squeaked against the polished court, basketballs bounced rhythmically, and the team’s warmup playlist blasted from the speakers. but me? i was posted up at the scorer’s table, laptop open and notes scattered around me, running through every last detail of game day operations.

or trying to, anyway. a slightly sweaty paige in her jersey just a few feet away from me was a very distracting sight.

next to me, maya leaned back in her chair, legs crossed over each other like she didn’t have a care in the world. she’d been going back and forth between scrolling on her phone and making snarky comments about my “game face,” which, according to her, was “way too intense for someone who isn’t even playing.”

“you know it’s not that serious, right?” she teased, snapping me out of my focus as she nudged my half-empty in-n-out cup closer to me.

“it is that serious,” i muttered, grabbing the cup without thinking and taking a sip. the straw gurgled, and i frowned, realizing there was barely a drop of my chocolate milkshake left.

maya grinned. “right. because if the scoreboard malfunctions, the world’s ending.”

i rolled my eyes, setting the cup down and returning to my notes. “not all of us can just show up to work and look pretty, maya.”

“first of all, i do a lot more than look pretty,” she shot back, feigning offense. “i contribute to team morale.”

i snorted, finally glancing her way. “uh-huh. is that what we’re calling it now?”

she kept her smile, leaning back in her chair. “yup. and speaking of morale… i gotta ask you something.”

i paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. maya’s tone had shifted—just slightly—but enough to make me wonder. “what’s up?”

she hesitated for half a second, which was already suspicious. maya didn’t do hesitation. “it’s about paige.”

my throat went dry, and i reached for the cup again, even though i knew it was empty. i needed something to do, anything to buy myself a second to think.

“what about her?”

“i’m just saying,” she starts, sitting up straight now. “you two are tight, right?” she asked, her head tilting as she studied me. “she talks to you a lot.”

tight? not exactly the word i’d use, but i nodded anyway. “yeah, i guess.”

maya leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “she’s just… hard to read sometimes, you know? one minute, she’s all chill, the next, she’s pulling away. i can’t tell if she’s playing hard to get or if she’s just like that.”

shit. of course maya was asking about paige. of course she’d come to me, thinking i had some kind of insight. of course maya was trying to lock her down. she was older, probably didn’t have time for whatever game paige was throwing. she wanted a relationship. i’m sure if she knew what paige and i’s relationship was like, she’d call us childish. i wouldn’t disagree.

i swallowed, nodding slowly as if i was carefully considering her words, but my brain was going a mile a minute. why’s she pulling away from you? probably because she was tangled up in my sheets just last night. i’m pretty sure a good number of her workout clothes are on my floor. the towel she’s been using the past couple of days hanging up in my bathroom. i forced the thought away, along with the guilt that came with it.

“i mean, yeah, she talks to me, but…” my voice trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence without giving myself away. “i think she’s just busy with the season,” i redirect.

maya raised an eyebrow, more to herself. “it seems like she’s got time for everyone else. it’s me she’s dodging.”

everyone else. me? what lies has paige been feeding her?

my stomach churned. i hated this. i hated that she was asking me these questions, hated that i didn’t have an honest answer for her. most of all, i hated that i could feel her suspicion growing with every passing second.

i forced a tight smile, my fingers idly fidgeting with the straw in my cup. “paige isn’t really the relationship type,” i said, hoping that would satisfy her.

maya laughed dryly, shaking her head. “yeah, i’m starting to figure that out. but damn, i like her, nai. she’s just—” she paused, letting out a small sigh. fuck. “she’s different.”

i couldn’t help it—the words slipped out before i could stop them. i wanted to know too. know if she makes her feel the same way. “different how?”

her eyes softened as she smiled a little. i knew she was looking at paige. i follow her eye line, and there she is. stretching while she bites back a laugh at her own joke. “i don’t know. she’s got that… thing. she’s fun, she’s confident, she makes you feel like you’re the only one she’s paying attention to when you’re with her.”

yeah, and that’s exactly the problem, i thought bitterly. because wasn’t just paying attention to maya. she wasn’t just fun and confident with maya.

i nodded again, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything else. “i get it.” and i did. i got it more than she knew.

“do you, though?” maya asked, her tone skeptical as she studied me again. “you’re not acting like someone who gets it.”

i forced a laugh. “i’m just tired,” i lied, standing up and grabbing my laptop. “long morning.”

maya just watched me for a moment, then nodded, leaning back in her chair again. “alright, well, if you hear anything…” she let the sentence hang in the air, her meaning clear.

i just gave her a noncommittal shrug, pretending to focus on packing up my stuff.

paige needs to talk to maya.

it’s our second game against the liberty. the team’s been stressed about it all morning, but i can’t say i feel the same. muffled voices and footsteps echoed in the locker room, but i couldn’t focus on any of it. not the game plan, not the liberty, not even fucking maya for christ’s sake.

the only thing i could focus on was nai, pinned against the row of lockers, her lips pressed feverishly against mine like the game had already started and she was playing to win. my jersey stuck to my skin, damp from warmups, but i didn’t care. my arms flexed as i braced them on either side of her, caging her in, every breath i took mingling with hers in the secluded space near the showers. nobody should be coming back here, catching us. it’s why i chose it.

“you,” i murmured against her lips, one hand sliding down to her hip and gripping it like it was my lifeline. my other hand wrapped gently around her neck, pulling her closer. “you’re drivin’ me crazy, nai. you know that?”

her laugh was breathless, her hands trailing up under the jersey she’d untucked, nails scraping against my stomach and making me shudder. “you started it,” she whispered, her lips brushing over mine, teasing me.

i didn’t answer, couldn’t. i just leaned in and kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding in her mouth in a way that made me forget we were just minutes away from tip-off. she tasted like the cherry lip balm she always wore, and it was doing something to me, making my heart race faster than the pregame drills ever could.

she pulled back slightly, her breath hot against my cheek. “paige,” she murmured, a warning tone in her voice like we should stop. but her hands stayed right where they were, gripping the waistband of my shorts like she couldn’t let go.

“what?” i asked, furrowing my brows. my lips trailed down her jaw, then lower, brushing against the curve of her neck. “say it.”

“we shouldn’t—” she started, but i cut her off with another kiss, silencing whatever logic she was about to throw my way.

“don’t care,” i said, pulling back just enough to look at her. my thumb brushed against her cheek, over the faint blush forming from the warmth of the room. “i don’t care, nai. you gotta know that by now.”

her eyes searched mine, and for a second, i thought she was about to tell me to stop. but then her lips crashed into mine again, and i grinned cockily.

i couldn’t stop. i didn’t want to. she had this pull on me, always had, and every time we found our way back to each other like this, it only made it harder to let go.

i didn’t want to let go anymore.

i was thinking straight now—for the first time in a minute, actually thinking. she drove me crazy in every way possible, just like i’d said, but it wasn’t just that. it wasn’t just the way she kissed me or the way she looked at me like she’d love me like this in every lifetime. it was her, all of her. the fire, the attitude, the way she cared so much about the smallest things. the way she called me out when i was slacking but never let me fall too far. she wasn’t perfect, but damn, she was perfect for me.

i’d tried moving on, tried ignoring it, tried putting someone else in her place a million times before, but nothing worked. nobody was her. nobody ever could be.

and maybe that made me selfish. maybe it wasn’t fair to her, not when i kept coming back like this, asking for pieces of her without offering anything steady in return. but for once, i didn’t want to pretend.

her breath hitched as i kissed her deeper, tilting my head into it, and i felt my chest tighten. this wasn’t just hooking up. it wasn’t just history or habit or whatever excuse i used to tell myself. “i love you,” i breathed against her lips, my hand tightening around her hip. “i’m serious, nai. i love you. i don’t wanna keep sneakin’ around like this. i wanna be with you—for real.”

her eyes widened. she looked like she might push me away, laugh it off, tell me i was lying. but she didn’t. she just stared at me, her lips parted, her breath shaky.

“paige…” she started, her voice soft, uncertain as she brought her hands up to my shoulders.

i leaned my forehead against hers, my hands moving to cup her face. “nah, don’t ‘paige’ me,” i said, licking my lips, trying to find the right words. “you gotta let me say this. i want you, baby. only you. i’ll figure it out—i’ll make it work. just… let me.”

silence. her hands stayed on me, fingers brushing against the collar of my jersey. i looked into her eyes, and i knew i was laid bare. no bravado, no jokes, no quick quips to deflect. just me, standing there, begging without words. let me. please let me.

the sound of a buzzer echoed through the hallway, signaling it was time to hit the court. i didn’t move, didn’t pull away. not until she gave me an answer. not until i knew.

“you don’t get to do this now.”

“why not?”

“because it’s game day,” she countered, sternly mothering me in the way i loved, and the flash of vulnerability in her eyes nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. she was quiet for a moment too long, like she was wrestling with herself, with me, with us.

finally, she exhaled, her hands smoothing down my sides. “go win it, p. we’ll… talk later.”

the words were a promise and a deflection all at once, and we both knew it. my chest ached, but i nodded, biting back the urge to push for more, to beg for her to meet me where i was.

i stood there for a moment longer, just watching her, memorizing the way she looked at me—like she was caught somewhere between wanting me and pushing me away for the last time.

the sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the moment, and i sighed, dragging a hand over my face. leaning down, i pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of her hair like it was enough to carry me through the next two hours.

“later,” i echoed, and i left the locker room without another word.

halftime ends, and the buzzer sounds, pulling me and everyone else back into the game. i’ve been occupied—timing, logistics, making sure everything’s in place for the team. it’s hectic, and i’ve barely had time to focus on the game itself. i catch paige, bouncing on the balls of her feet, all amped up as she waits to get checked in. i stretch my legs out on the bench, trying to shake off the restlessness that’s been following me around all day.

just get through the game. you can think about what this means after.

my thoughts are interrupted when i see maya making her way back from the tunnel. she strolls across the court, looking like she’s had a moment to herself, like she hasn’t been gone for the entire fifteen minutes of halftime. i barely even notice her approach until she’s right next to me, her posture a little different, almost like she’s holding something back.

i look up from my clipboard, following her as she sits down next to me. “hey, how was your half?” i ask.

“good. just needed a minute.”

she’s not making eye contact, and her voice carries this weird undertone, like she’s working through something in her head. i furrow my eyebrows, chuckling. “that’s weirdly ominous.”

she bites her lip. “sorry. i just wanted to apologize for being weird earlier.”

i glance at her, trying to gauge where her head’s at. “uh… it’s cool. you were just concerned.” the way she phrased it—the way she’s acting…

there’s a moment of silence before she speaks. “i just… i thought something was going on with you and paige.” she pauses, looking me dead in the eyes. she’s smiling a bit. “but she assured me there was nothing going on. said she wants to move forward with me.”

i blink, glancing at the court. i can’t look her in the eye. i’m back to busying myself with my clipboard. “she said that?” my voice feels flat, distant, like i’m hearing it through a fog.

this had to have been just now, right? my mind whirls for a second. she told maya that she wants to move forward with her? but then why did she tell me—me—in the locker room that she loved me? was maya just blowing her words out of proportion?

maya fidgets slightly, her fingers tapping against her leg as she looks away, grinning like this is some kind of revelation she’s been waiting for. “yeah,” she replies, eyes flickering back to my occupied ones. “i’m sorry for misreading it. all i needed to do was ask her!”

and then she laughs. she fucking laughs.

i chew on that for a moment. the sound of it feels like a slap to the face. it’s not a real laugh, not one that feels genuine or free. it’s almost… rehearsed, like she’s trying to convince herself—or me—that everything’s fine, that there’s nothing more to this. that paige just straightened it all out.

the frustration bubbles up inside me, but i keep it contained, gripping the edge of my clipboard like it’s the only thing anchoring me to reality. i don’t know what to say to that, or if i even can say anything. all i can think about is what happened in the locker room, how paige looked at me, how she said the words that felt like they meant everything but might have meant nothing at all.

she said she loved me. it was the first time i’d heard it from her in awhile where it felt like she actually meant it. and now maya’s telling me that paige is just moving forward with her? that she’s already decided?

suddenly the loudness of the gym is tuned out, and i can’t focus on anything. i start to open my mouth to excuse myself, but something catches my eye. my gaze trails down, taking in the rest of her appearance—her shirt a little wrinkled, her hair not quite as perfectly styled as usual. it hits me all at once, like a punch to the gut.

i force myself to look back at her face, trying to keep my expression steady. “maya,” i say slowly, voice quiet, “your jeans… are unzipped.”

she freezes, her eyes wide for a split second before she quickly pulls at the zipper, trying to cover it up. but the damage is done.

it was easier to deny before. easier if i hadn’t caught that small detail—the one she didn’t think i’d see.

“i’m gonna head out.”

[rebelssvy]

you x your fave MHA man

LABELS: fucking sex. fucking you in heat. pov you get hit with a quirk that makes you all hot and bothered.

-chat i ate this up!

here you were, getting undressed by your childhood crush in the comfort of an empty changing room at your agency. you had been shot with a random quirk during a raid. you passed out during all of it.

the last thing you remembered he had swept you up into his arms and got you here.

you didn’t know what was happening to you.

your back arched off the bench, you refused to let go of him. you felt how soaked you were through your suit.

you grabbed every part of him.

“fuck i’m soso so sorryyyy-! i don’t know what’s happening to me.” you moaned out to him. he stood above you, slicking down your hair that had poked up during the fight.

“it’s ok. are you hurt? how do you feel?” he said through concerned eyes. staring down at you.

“i feel like i need your cock.” you said with full confidence before slapping both your hands over your mouth.

he looked down at your with desire and an open mouth. he didn’t say anything before shaking his passion. he reminded himself, it’s just the quirk after effects making you say this.

“i’m so so sooo sorry… i shouldn’t have said that.. but im just being honest i don’t know what to do” you moaned out again. your hands slowly making their way to your own body. grabbing at the fabric.

you felt hot. like you needed it all gone. you needed it off of you. asap.

“can u pleaseee help me.. oh my god.. fuck let me suck you off pleaseeee” you said up to him with puppy eyes.

it was truly a sight to see. and well, this was his dream. you begging to suck him off, your skin glowing with desire.

“if you think it’s gonna make you feel better…. i mean.. i guess you can-“ before he finished his sentence you were pulling his pants down. you wasted no time before licking his length with your tongue.

opening your mouth as much as you could you stuck his cock down your throat as much as you could.

“oh my god.. fuckkk y/n” he grabbed onto your hair bobbing your head back and forth.

you sucked as much as your could. you wanted all of him.

he pulled out. grabbing your jaw he tilted his head down to stare at you. you looked up at him with your mouth still wide open. you stuck your tongue out for him.

“let me fuck you.” he said before pulling you up to take off your suit.

“yes yes yes yes please fuck me that’s all i want!” you moaned out grabbing at the fabric he still had on his body.

he stopped all action, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a heated kiss.

pulling apart, “you getting hit with that quirk was the best thing that’s ever happened.. fuck” he said before making his way to suck on your neck.

you moaned at the contact, bringing your hands down to grab at his freed cock. squeezing the top of this length. pre-cum oozing out of it. he gasped at the touch.

“i’ve dreamed of this far longer then just today…” you said while your suit dropped off your body. you were now fully unclothed.

he stared at you with passion in his eyes. you broke the silence again.

“i dreamed about sucking you off under your desk in highschool.” you admitted.

before you knew it he picked you up. it was all happening to quickly. all you needed was relief.

twisting your body into a full nelson. your body pressed against his. he had both your legs, so you were spread full open.

you moaned out again.

“please please please put it in let me feel your cock” you mumbled out. flushed.

“whatever you say doll…” he said grabbing his cock, pressing it against your entrance.

it was filthy. him having you all wrapped up like this. but you were begging for it.

his cock plunged in and out of you. balls slapping your skin with each movement.

“oh yeah? you fucking like that?” he groaned at you spreading you as wide as you could.

you moaned out to him as a response. you couldn’t comprehend anything.

he hit all your deepest angles. you were on full display.

this was so naughty. and too think a quirk caused this? you would consider yourself blessed.

“fuck your so tight for me aren’t cha’?” he said to you in a condescending manner. making you clench around his length.

“mmm… i-i’m closeee”you warned him.

“cmon then…” he groaned softly, “cum around my cock.”

he demanded it. and so you did.

cumming around him, you moaned out ‘thanks you’’s and how your ‘all his’. your body spasming through your orgasm, as he fucked you through your high.

finally he set you down on the bench, you all fucked out like this, he couldn’t stop himself.

jerking himself off, to your face.

of course, he had to finish on your face.

even fucked out as you were you opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. catching all the cum you could.

“thank fuck for that quirk” he said before wiping his own cum off your cheek.

“mmm… thank fuck for you” you said with a smile.

……………………………………………………………………………..

- i was personally thinking of katsuki. but that’s just me. LOLLLL comment who you thought about!!!

[muffinsin]

Hiya! If you’re up for it could you possibly write something where magic child reader is running from some hunters or something kill her but runs into Daniela who protects her, and reader becomes the only thing she’s semi responsible with. And maybe Alcina, Bela, and Cassandra were against it at first until they see how careful and maternal Dani is with her?

(I’m gonna be so honest rn, this is heavily based off of Jinx and Ishas relationship in arcane. Idk if you watch it but if you don’t you definitely should!:])

Awhh, I love this! Haha yeah, I’ve seen arcane and loved it!🙌 especially jinx and isha of course, sweet bunnies

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Daniela is hunting as usual, happy, carefree, rambling to herself occaisonally about this and that, anything that crosses her mind, from speaking dialogue from her daydreams out loud to things she thinks of saying to her sisters when she's back, all the way to things she wishes she had said some time prior to this

She's giggling to herself when she thinks of something fun, frowning when she thinks of something she deems stupid

Her sickle is held tightly in her hand and while she swarms and walks at a comfortable pace, it can fool anyone

She is, after all, ready to pounce

Ready to sprint, ready to chase

Ready to capture and snatch

Ready to feast on some unsuspecting, or better yet: terrified, prey

While she loves to hunt, she doesn't think all that much of it

There's not often times when she's surprised still

She knows this, after all

She knows these woods, knows the trees and the rocks and the muddy paths and the moss-covered ground and the little pond rather far from the castle

She knows of the deer, the bears, the wolves, the rabbits and squirrels, the occaisonal boars

She knows of the lycans

And she knows of the hunters and the occaisonal villagers and very rare outsiders that get lost in the thick, deep forest

Overall, Daniela is very confident as she hunts

She's fast, precise, strong, can avoid attacks quite easily

And still, she finds herself gasping suddenly, when something hard rushes into her from the side, something she hasn't anticipated nor braced herself for, something she didn't hear approach her over the loud thoughts in her head

She's knocked to the ground, scowling angrily, ready to slice whatever body crashed into her to bits

But then, golden eyes fall on this body

The body, belonging to a child

She watches you, sees you tremble and whine a little, your eyes wide and fearful, but holding a glimmer of hope in them

It's rare to find a child in the woods. At least at this side of the woods, she thinks. Most of the time they know not to wander in too far, trusting hunters to bring them back from the village. She can't help but wonder: are you from the village? You look, different, almost like an outsider

But what would bring an outsider child here?

And what has startled you so?

It seems, this at least is about to be answered

She raises her eyebrow as three figures approach, their faces covered by their hoods at first, but it's clear they are three bulky men, reach holding a weapon

One, a knife

Another, something that looks like a...gun?

She isn't so sure, but her golden eyes flicker to it curiously. It looks custom made, like instead of shooting bullets it shoots a harpoon-like spike. At the side is a handle, almost to reel the shot person in to finish them off

She giggles quietly. Cassie's going to love this!

The last man is armed what appears to be a proper gun, held tight to his chest

She scoffs. Mortals and their guns. She doesn't get it, has never gotten it

She prefers being up close and personal

To see the fear in her prey's eyes

To see them widen, to watch as they struggle to stay open, to coo and laugh as her prey falls

She demonstrates this, easily

Even before the men-things can make a move, she lunges at them

She's fast, the fastest out of her sisters, and unpredictable

They turn, lost, adorable almost, helpless

One falls, and she laughs

Another falls, and she licks the blood from the blade of her sickle

The last falls to the floor so very soon already, unable to put up much of a fight, utterly surprised not only by her presence, but her strenght and speed especially

She picks the modified gun off the floor, humming to herself quietly

When she hears another noise by her side, the child again, she looks back at you

You don't speak, or don't seem to, at least. She doesn't mind. She doesn't always like it when people speak, anyway

When their words blur, when they come back at her at night or when she's stressed. When they haunt her already rather delusional mind when she least expects it

When they poison her with their lies...

You don't speak. You don't offer up words that might taunt her someday

You only stare at her with those wide eyes of yours, and she stares back at you, in return

She isn't sure what to say. There's no children at the castle, and she stays away from the ones at the village. She isn't sure what to say or do, or even what to do with you

Normally, she would haul outsiders back to the castle

Not this time, though she will return the fancy, modified gun for her sister. Cassandra always praises her for her finds

Instead, she only looks around you, raising her eyebrow as her eyes fall on the rough-looking hat now laying on the ground besides you. A helmet- a hat- she doesn't know, doesn't care. She knows what her sisters would say, given they were here

She knows how they would shoo you away, cradle her elbows and raise gentle hands to her back and guide her away

Like she's unstable, mentally, like she's going to take you in and force you to become a part of her fantasy life

Granted, this is what awaits most that pull her attention to them

Lovers, usually, forced to play along in the role she has assigned for them, killed on the spot when they fail to do so or do anything to threaten the fragile thing she calls her reality

Friends, sometimes, forced to act casual with a sickle by her throat as Daniela laughs and jokes, sharing gossip like nothing odd is happening at all

They too die when they fail to play along properly

"I'm not unstable!", she wants to yell, but refrains from doing so. She's not unstable, she won't yell at air in front of someone. Most of the time, at least. She's just a little...delusional, her expectation of love, of romance, of friends, of her whole life, a little different than reality, altered by the countless books she has read and the countless happy endings she has read about

What about her happy ending?

Can she not get one? Only because she's a monster?

It's what the maidens call her

Her, her sisters, her mother

So why don't monsters get a happy end?

It isn't fair!

She sighs, shaking her head, urging herself to just listen to the voices in her head, the ones belonging to her sisters this time

Instead of taking you in, she only grabs the hat and puts it back on your head, ignoring how you still do nothing but look up at her with wide eyes

She turns to you, giggling to herself again before she moves away again, deciding to return to the castle

Most would be relieved to have survived an encounter with her

Most would flee, run for their lives

You run in a different direction, though

You follow her

"What?", she asks, oblivously noticing the loud, but small footsteps behind her

She turns to you, but you don't talk. You only look at her, making little noises, whines almost, at the back of your throat, and briefly she wonders whether you can even talk

She shrugs it off for the time being, continues walking

But you only follow, and she only lets you

She doesn't want you to go, but the voices in her head warn her not to take you in, not to doom you as she seems to doom all others around her, all but her family

Her loving, caring family. Her family, who would not approve of this

Maybe they will understand it was fate, though

You gasp when she suddenly turns to you again and picks you up, her pretty, golden eyes set on you again

She doesn't speak for a moment, as though appreciative of the silence

Then, she lifts you to her hip, humming a little when you hold onto the soft, strong fabric of her dress

"I'll keep you safe", Daniela whispers, determined

You won't get hurt

She won't hurt you

She's saved you from those men. She can save you from herself, too

She won't hurt you

She won't push you away

You continue on with her. Occaisonally you walk on your own, sticking close to her

At other times she carries you, humming to herself, occasionally giggling as though someone had told a joke

You don’t understand, but you don’t need to

You decide; you like her

She’s quiet, sometimes. At other times she talks. Sometimes to you, at other times seemingly to herself

She’s quiet, but energetic

She skips with you, giggling when you copy her

She’s saved you, of course

She’s strong, even when she doesn’t look it, and she’s beautiful. She smells of blood, but she seems so kind

You feel safe with her

You feel a safety you haven’t felt in a long time

She brings you to the castle, hides you out of sight for the first day or so

She brings you food and water while you adjust to being in her room

It’s large, a little chaotic

You find various things scattered about, shelves full of all kinds of things, as though she picked up many hobbies in her life but never quite stuck to one

Aside from reading. The strange, but soothing lady has a lot of books

Books, which she reads to you from

She originally only picks up a book, content to go on reading while you eat. She’s been told she can be a little overbearing at times

But you don’t seek distance, or solitude

With a little difficulty, you climb onto her high, large bed, your piece of bread and candy held in your hands

She watches, cooing quietly as you do so, her golden eyes set on you

When you curl up by her side, your little body pressing against her stomach and your head resting against her soft chest, you seem comfortable enough

She reads, out loud, without you even having to ask

You love it

You don’t remember the last time someone’s read something to you

At such a young age, and with the life this area offers, you aren’t best at reading just yet

Secretly, you can’t help but hope she might teach you

After all, she reads so nicely…

Her voice is soft, and changes slightly in its tone whenever she reads dialogue between people

It makes you giggle, and the sound, cheerful, genuine, makes her giggle and has her heart ache with affection in return

She doesn’t care for the fact she’s only met you this very same day

Such things have never mattered to her, and often enough, with how many decades she has lived and how much time she spends in a somewhat delusional state, time matters little to her

She holds you close to her in no time, even, and you love it

She’s just so…maternal, and caring

Sure, sometimes she chatters to herself, or giggles out of nowhere, or snaps at the maidens

But she cares for you, deeply

She makes you laugh, and she makes you feel safe

She makes you feel appreciated, and loved, all within the short time you know one another

She keeps you hidden for a little while longer, sneaking you to the kitchens for midnight snacks, letting you roam the halls when she knows her sisters are busy somewhere

And still, it was clear that eventually someone would notice

Bela is the first to spot you

Her worried, golden eyes find you as you cling to her sister, giggling at her

She’s playing with your hat, playfully tapping it

You don’t mind that her fingers are bloody, don’t mind the metallic scent that lingers on her

And even as she doesn’t interrupt immediately, you notice another woman’s eyes linger on you. A brunette, now

Then, a tall woman, taller than you’ve ever seen

But the nice, pretty woman that took you in reassures you; she’ll keep you safe, there’s no need to be fearful at all

“Dani…”

You perk up

Is that the lady’s name? She didn’t tell you, almost like she didn’t think of it. To be fair, though, she doesn’t know yours yet, either

You hold a little tighter onto her when you feel her hold you closer. She holds you to her chest, sighing, almost like she’s protecting you once again

“It’s not like that!”, she argues

She won’t hurt you!

Not this time

It isn’t like that…! You’re here because you want to be! She’s sure of it!

The three other women don’t look convinced

You catch the eyes of the tall one, but quickly look away again, nuzzling your nose and cheeks against Daniela’s neck instead

You like her scent. She always covers the metallic one of blood with sweet perfume

A little like a flower, and candy

You hope she will get you to smell like that, too

At the sight of this, though, the three women pause

They take in the look of the situation

Daniela doesn’t clutch you to her. Her fingers don’t dig into your skin, her grin is not bruising and draws no blood

Her face is relaxed, though her expression shows a little annoyance at their interference

There’s no hint at all of anything suggesting she might be stuck in some delusion of hers

She’s brought you here not out of some fantasy, some fairytale-like dream to raise you until she slips from the fantasy and gets bored

She seems…genuinely. Maternal, even

She holds you gently, supports your weight easily

Occasionally, she reaches up to adjust your hat, smiling warmly when you giggle

She’s so…gentle, with you

They’ve never quite seen her like this…

Her love, her gentleness, always comes with something darker

To others, at least, any who are not her sisters or mother

But you seem different

You sport no marks, no bruises, no bites or cuts, no dried tears

No sign that she has accidentally mistreated you

And as such, they draw back a little

They linger still, offering to help care for you here and there

It’s not unheard of that Daniela tends to forget feeding those around her

But their interference is not needed

You’re fed by her, a large plate placed in front of you

She talks while you eat, rambling about this and that

She moves her sickle, fast, precise, the display an almost elegant one

But she would never hurt you, and the blade not once grazes your skin

She will never hurt you, you know

You’re safe, now

[cakepoppresent]

Have More Faith

Benji is such a soft-hearted loser with Malcolm. That's why Malcolm is so spoiled, rivals Veroincas level of spoiled and entitlement lol

End of main story updates! Next week I'd be posting random gameplay pics of other sims I've been meaning to play!

Transcript under the cut~

Benji: Malcolm...Your face what happened?

Veronica: Benji...he got into a fight with some loser

Benji: He did what?

Veronica: I feel a little bad. I was hounding on him hard about Luna then these losers started saying some horrible things about Luna and he just snapped

Benji: What about the other dude?

Veronica: He’s pretty fucked up. I was able to get Malcolm outta there in time but you never know if that person will try to press charges

Benji: What did you tell him exactly

Veroinca: I just told him he wasn’t being fair to Luna and you know that too.

Benji: I know I know but...

Veronica: There are no buts Benji. This isn’t fair to Luna or you, you can’t keep walking around egg shells because you’re scared he’s gonna explode. Luna is hurting too

Benji: Don’t worry about it. I'll deal with him tonight

Veroinca: I hope so becasue I told him he has until the end of the week to reach out to Luna or else I’d call Gideon to beat his ass

Benji: Jesus V. Gideon? Thats cold

Veronica: Whatever! Just make sure he reaches out to Luna or Gideon will beat your ass too!

Benji: V left...

Malcolm:...

Benji: You wanna tell me what happened?

Malcolm:...

Benji: You can’t keep quiet about this forever. We have to talk eventually

Malcolm: Fine.

Benji: Do you want me to be honest?

Malcolm: Might as well. Veroinca already ripped me a new one

Benji: I say this with all the love in my heart but you are being too hard on Luna

Malcolm: I know...

Benji: She loves you a lot you know that yes?

Malcolm: I know

Benji: You don’t have even speak with Andre. What’s most important is being there for Luna. If he ends up being a bitch Luna will know she has you to lean on. If he isn’t then at least you can learn the truth

Malcolm: I’m just scared.

Benji: You have to have more faith in Luna, at the end of the day the real enemy is your Dad. He hasn’t reached out once since Andre was exposed, and never calls or checks up on you guys.

Malcolm: That’s cuz he’s a bitch

Benji: More of a reason to go easy on Luna. Its you guys vs the world

Malcolm: You’re a part of us too you know that right?

Benji: Oh? Am I?

Malcolm: Of course! You’ve always been a part of Luna and I. Always!

Benji: Then listen to me when I say you need to reach out to Luna okay? I can be there if you want but please don’t ice her out anymore okay?

Malcolm: Fine...

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“Of course you can stay. It’s… I mean, always. Whenever.” 

“As long as it doesn’t put you out,” Buck says. He doesn’t want Chris falling behind in school because he and Eddie are bumbling their way through this fantasy future. 

“Maybe someone can drive me to get my computer tomorrow, and then I can do some work,” Chris shrugs. “But I think you’re gonna need me…”

He looks at Nico nervously.

“Need you for?” Buck asks. 

“Family dinner tomorrow,” Chris says. “I was gonna sit this one out because of school, but… I mean, it’s your turn to host.”

“Family dinner,” Eddie repeats neutrally. But Buck can see the terror in his eyes. 

“With Grandpa!” Nico cheers, hardly noticing his fathers’ confusion. 

Buck and Eddie look at each other, panicked. Grandpa? For fuck’s sake. Which of their fathers is in town? That is the last thing Buck wants to deal with right now.

“Uh huh,” Chris confirms. “Grandpa Bobby.” 

Buck’s jaw drops. 

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie says. “We’re going to need your help.”

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Eventually, they put on an old Christmas movie for Nico in the living room, while Buck scours the fridge and cupboards to see what he could possibly make to host a dinner tomorrow. He has no idea what he would have been planning. He’ll have to improvise. 

“How many people are coming to this thing?” Eddie asks Chris as Buck searches for inspiration.

“Uh, nine?” Chris says. “I think. Not including the four of us.”

“Thirteen people?” Eddie gapes. 

“Yeah, that’s pretty normal,” Chris says. “Although, I guess you don’t know that.”

“No!” Eddie agrees. “No, I do not.”

“Now that almost all of you have left the 118-”

“WHAT?” Buck demands, turning so hard to look at Chris he bumps his head on the open fridge door.

Chris winces. “Yeah, sorry. Just two of you still there.”

“Who?” Eddie asks. 

“You and Hen,” Chris says. 

“Where am I?” Buck asks. “Where are Chim and Bobby?”

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Here he is, brain spinning about all the things that could go wrong to a baby who is, at this point, more idea than reality. Meanwhile, Bobby has lost children he loved for years. Who should be adults now. 

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. 

“For what?” Bobby asks. 

Buck shrugs. “I’ll probably have a bunch of stupid little panics about things… And here you are… You’ve actually been through it.”

Bobby frowns. “And yet, I still worry about you, May, and Harry all the time. As I’m sure I will worry about… Wait, do you have a name yet?”  

Well, not exactly.

“Uh, we had a boy’s name locked down before we met Lourdes,” Buck says. He’s not going to say what that is. “We have a few options for a girl… But we can’t really pick. We’re going to wait to meet her.”

Currently, Buck is leaning towards Josie. After Pepa - Josephina; who brought them together. 

Bobby nods. “Makes sense. She can tell you.”

Buck smiles, a little nervously. 

“That’s the hope.”

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By the 21st, Eddie is also feeling a little antsy, waiting for the baby. He won’t tell Buck though. Because if he does, then Buck will only get more anxious. It’s up to Eddie to mitigate that anxiety. Marital duty or whatever. But he won’t say the whole thing doesn’t have his brain moving sort of constantly. 

So constantly, in fact, that he does blurt something out over breakfast. Just not something Buck - or even Eddie, to be honest - is expecting. 

“I want to take a longer leave,” Eddie says suddenly. 

Buck, midway through swallowing a sip of smoothie, pauses. 

“Sorry, that came out of nowhere,” Eddie says. 

Buck finishes his sip, then shakes his head. 

“No, no that’s okay,” he says. “I just thought we had it all sorted?” And they did. They do. They each get eight paid weeks of the leave. The plan was to do the first two weeks together, then to each do six separately. That would give fourteen weeks. Then she’d go to the LAFD childcare center while they worked, or Carla - and sometimes Maddie, who offered - would pick her up when possible. And that’s alright with Eddie. It’s fine. He just… He’d like to do more. Stay with her longer. He knows Buck does, too. They’d both love a proper parental leave like they might get in another country. But they don’t live in another country, they live here.

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“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, wobbling a little in the water. “I’m really sorry I reacted that way. This is just… This is just not what I was expecting.”

“Well, what were you expecting?” Buck demands. 

Eddie’s expression is sort of helpless. Maybe Buck should cut him a break. Who would naturally guess mermaid if they weren’t one? It’s just… Buck really believed him when he said they were the same.

Eddie steps back a little bit. “Uh, that you and I would be… The same?”

Yeah. That’s what Buck is saying, too. 

 “What does that mean, uh, for you?” Buck asks. Because now he’s genuinely curious. 

“Uh…” Eddie goes a little pale. He takes another step back. “I-I… It doesn’t matter. You’re not… So it doesn’t matter.” 

“Oh, come on!” Buck blurts, exasperated. He feels his tail squirm without his permission. His skin kind of itches up his back and abdomen. “You could get me shipped off to SeaWorld and you won’t even tell me your deal? What could be scarier than this?” 

Eddie’s face sort of crumples. 

Buck is alarmed. “Eddie? Hey, come on… Are you… I mean, are you in trouble?”

“I don’t tell people,” Eddie says. “It’s not… It’s not safe to… It never ends well.”

Damn. He looks like he’s genuinely going to be sick. 

“You were going to tell me,” Buck reminds him, gently. “Or, you thought you did. Am I less trustworthy now?”

Eddie considers this. “No. I guess you’re not.”

“I guess you don’t have to tell me,” Buck says. “But, you know, it’d be nice if you did… Since you kind of… Know this about me. And I’ve literally never told anyone.” 

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

[drdemonprince]

So I met a guy on a dating app. He’s also Autistic and we have a lot in common. Really hit it off and after some conversation he’s like To be honest I’m not looking for a relationship and I have someone else I really like but she’s not wanting a full on relationship either so we’re looking at ENM or maybe Poly but if that’s not your thing I understand. So I’m a bit disappointed but he’s sweet so I’m like ok let’s be friends.

Then it almost immediately gets sexual and we talk a lot about kink and fetish stuff that we seem pretty aligned with. Which is rare. We sexted a bit and it was great.

But today he told me he’s going on a date with someone. It’s actually a chick I also met off the the same app (I’m bi) but that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was that I got this instant reaction like upset that he was going on a date. It triggered something in me.

Not mad at all with him as he’s been super honest. But didn’t anticipate my own reactions.

So now I have to decide if I stop talking to him and let this go or if I try to move past it and enjoy the positive sides of our friendship.

We had tentative plans to meet in a few weeks time (we don’t live super close to each other). As a date but not a date.

Now I’m super confused about what to do. Especially as I really don’t meet many people that I vibe with and share similar “interests” with etc.

Just not entirely sure I’m built for the whole sharing thing…

Respectfully, it sounds like this dude fucking sucks ass at polyamory and doesn't know what the hell he's doing, and you're gonna get hurt.

First of all, he told you that he was poly because he is down bad for someone who doesn't want to be in a relationship with him? And so what, he's using his other dating partners as some kind of emotional or sexual stopgap?

That's objectifying and downgrading his potential future partners, including you, from the very start -- and it's setting you up to always be in the position of offering him temporary succor from the unrequited desires he has for this other person, only to be sidelined when she IS giving him a lot of attention. Sure, it's great he's being honest or whatever -- but the situation he's inviting you into is honestly disrespectful. You were disappointed to learn about this situation from the start. That feeling is an important signal! He's made it clear that he's not actually emotionally available and will NOT be consistent with you, and believes he has no reason to be.

It's also quite telling that after he established the nature of his relationship with this other person, he pivoted to getting very overtly sexual with you. This makes me wonder a lot about the woman he is pining away for, and what the terms of their relationship is according to her. (because if they're agreeing to get ENM or poly together, that's a relationship! Even if she says it's not a relationship).

Did she tell him that she cares about him but that she doesn't want to fuck him? Is she just less available than he'd like her to be, in terms of time and number of dates? What the hell is this arrangement between the two of them, how much of it was her proposal versus his idea, and where the hell do you fit in in all that?

If two people aren't fully sexually compatible and both parties want to explore sex and kink outside of their relationship to one another, that's fine; I'm living in that situation and it works great. But you have to approach prospective sexual partners with equal respect as you would your pre-existing partner (or whatever the hell she is to him, since they say they're not in a relationship?), and be clear about what you are and are not available for. It seems to me he asked you to be some kind of non-monogoamous, not-exactly-romantic-but-intimate "friends" with one another, and then tried to transition you into being a kinky sex partner once you expressed you could work with that.

I don't mean to remove your agency from this or act as if this is all something he is doing "to" you, because you expressed some interest in him and said the sexual connection is there. But... how much of this arrangement or how any of this is going has had anything to do with you or your stated preferences? Are you just going along with the flow because he seems nice and you want to see some possibilities there and for each new curveball he's throwing you, you're having to find some new way to justify it and make sense of it? What about what you want? What about your feelings? Why do you not get to determine what the relationship even is or where it is going, and he does? Because he's not getting what he wants elsewhere? That's not a good reason. That has nothing to do with you.

It makes sense to me, in light of what a mess his handling of this has been, that when you found out he was also pursuing other casual sexual partners that you felt jealous. Perhaps seeing him seeking out other non-committal, kind of formless sexual encounters with other people made you worry that you were being seen and treated by him in the same way, or that you were basically just a cog he was trying to slot into place for the time being. Or maybe you already felt on some level that you weren't given primacy in your relationship -- because this is a relationship of a kind! -- and now you have to worry about a whole other person who he has his own feelings for and agendas about altering how he relates to you.

You're not in the driver's seat in this relationship, hell you're not even really being consulted -- he's just making decisions about the various women in his life that he's trying to have meet needs for him and plugging them in and out of those roles as it suits him. The actual arrangement you all have entered into could be completely fine if all parties actively wanted it and had clarity and control over their own positions -- I'm a non-monogamous but *not* polyamorous person who dates people casually, and so i explicitly seek out others who are looking only for casual sex, that kind of stuff is fine -- but instead, this guy seems to be just making his choices up on the fly based on when he's horny, or lonely, or who is around and easy to get to.

I think you're giving a lot more latitude to him than he deserves, here. I'm not saying you need to dump him if you don't want to, if the sex seems like it could be fun you should go for it -- but on your terms. What do YOU want out of this connection? How do you see it? How much quality time, consistency, and commitment do you need? How comfortable are you with being non-monogamous and what kind of non-monogamy do you actively *want*? Do you see this guy as a friend? A casual partner (but a partner nonetheless)? A fuckbuddy?

There's a significant distance between you two, you two have been talking a lot, you call him a friend, and you call your plans to get together a "date." This is a relationship, whether he likes to admit it or not, and that comes with responsibilities to treat one another well and be honest, and to respect the other person's needs. And he doesn't seem to be showing any sense of responsibility toward the people he is in relationships with, and maybe doesn't even see them as relationships at all? He might seem nice, but the way he is navigating all of this is very selfish and instrumentalizes other people -- and so I think you should listen to that feeling you have of insecurity, because it's signalling that he's put you in a very insecure place.

Tagging in my homie @pastimperfection who always enjoys yelling about people doing poly badly

[hawks-supremacy]

Baking Cookies With Bakugo

Day one of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)

Word Count: 940

a/n: This isn't as long or as great as I would hoped it be but I've seem to have come down with the flu and am having troubles breathing out of one nostril and hearing in both ears. It's still cute a little ooc for Bakugo.

:)

“Kacchan!” You had yelled while walking into his dorm. Barging into his room had been a habit you have had since you were kids, and you hadn’t planned on growing out of it anytime soon.

“What do you want? And I told you not to call me that.” He grumbled while he continued to do his schoolwork. You rolled your eyes while you made yourself at home on his bed, “Okay but if Izuku gets to call you that then so do I, I’ve known you just as long Katsuki.” As much as you like tormenting the poor boy you decided you would respect his wishes…for now. “Yeah and I tell him to quit calling me that all the time too.” He said, finally turning around in his desk chair, “now are you gonna tell me what you want or are you just here to bother me.”

You pretended to think about it for a while, “I want to bake cookies!” You exclaimed in excitement. “Okay then go bake cookies. What does this have to do with me?” He asked, annoyed that you were still in his space. “You’re gonna help me, duh.” You said as though it was obvious. 

“LIKE HELL I AM!” Came his immediate response. While he didn’t yell at you often there were still times that he treated you like everyone else and not like his best friend. “Please Katsuki! I usually make them with your mom around this time but since we’re stuck at the dorms I can’t do that. I’m feeling homesick and this is all I want.” You said pleading while giving him the best puppy dog eyes that you could muster. He didn’t say anything for a while so you thought he was going to turn you down again before he grumbled out, “Fine, whatever. Do you have the stuff we need?” You guys stared at each other for a bit before you shrugged in response, truly you didn’t think you’d get this far. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He said while running a hand down his face. 

After running to the store and gathering everything you needed, you quickly realized that maybe you did NOT want to make cookies with your best friend. He was quick to start barking orders about what to do and to be honest it was kind of stressing you out. Luckily everyone was in their respective dorms otherwise you think you might’ve died from embarrassment. After about the sixth time of him telling you you were doing something wrong you got fed up and sat on the counter with your arms crossed. “What are you doing?” He asked, turning around and looking at you. “Well you keep telling me I’m doing things wrong, but I just wanted to have fun and bake cookies with my best friend.” You said, pouting like a child.

He continued stirring the mixture for a while before you watched his shoulders rise and fall in a deep sigh. “Would you please just come help me?” You huffed and turned away, refusing to respond. Truth be told you weren’t that mad, as long as you got to eat cookies by the end of it you weren’t that upset, but you weren’t about to let him know that. “Y/n I’m sorry for telling you that you were doing things wrong.” You continued your new found vow of silence, only glancing in his direction before looking away again. You didn’t hear anything for a moment and thought that he had given up trying. You were a bit disappointed that he gave up so easily. “Y/n.” As you turned at the murmur of your name you let out a yelp of surprise as you felt something cold on your face. You gasped in shock, “Bakugo Katsuki, did you just wipe frosting on my face? You're a total cliche!” You said as you wiped the frosting from your face and put it on his nose.

He laughed softly and you swore your heart stopped. You’ve been crushing on your best friend for a while now but decided to keep it to yourself, well, yourself and Mina. You weren't sure if Bakugo even knew what a crush was. The boy was so emotionally constipated. “Maybe for you I’m fine being a cliche.” He said as he brought a hand to your cheek.

You looked into Katsuki’s eyes before pretending to throw up and gag, “What the fuck Kats?” His face contorted into disgust, “I hated that” he said pretending like he’s spitting out a bad piece of food. “Yeah never say anything like that again, that was gross and cheesy.” The corner of his lips slightly turned up in what seemed like a smile, “Yeah I know but it’s true.” Your laughter halted as you looked at him, staring into his eyes “You mean that?” You asked, almost afraid of your own voice. He didn’t say anything as he nodded, his cheeks getting slightly warmer in color. “I like you too Katsuki.” You said smiling.

“Of course you do.” He said, you scoffed in offense, punching him in the shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He said putting his hands in the air in defense. “I’m glad you’re willing to put up with me.” He grabbed your hand that was ready to punch him again if he said anything stupid. “Now will you continue to make the cookies with me?”

“I forgot about the cookies!” You said gasping and jumping off the counter and running to the batter. Katsuki chuckled as he followed after you to finish the cookies, you could continue this conversation later.

:)

Tag List: @marmoney2000 @phtmmsqrde

[boyliker55]

shiguang drabble, s2 spoilers, set after end of s2, gay boys being gay, no beta just vibes (now the names should be correct. just lmk :3)

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He hears rustling from the bed above him. A little out of place– Lu Guang falls asleep way before Cheng Xiaoshi, and barely moves. He’s a good bunkmate.

But tonight, it’s almost as if he’s making up for all of Cheng Xiaoshi’s peaceful nights of sleep by turning and readjusting and sliding down the ladder of their bunk.  

Maybe water, a midnight snack. Cheng Xiaoshi needs to go to sleep. 

But he feels a slight nudge to his back. So little that it would’ve done nothing to his sleeping form. So he waits, wondering if Lu Guang had just bumped into him. Maybe he wanted to see what would happen. 

He nudges again, saying his name. It’s really weird how Lu always says his name. Strangely soft and gentle, even in the most dire of situations, like he’s cradling a new mug he’s scared to break.

He hums in response.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

He would make some snarky remark about how he does sleep here— he sleeps here every night, same room. But he knows that’s not what he means. 

“Sure,” he says simply, and scoots over. 

“Cheng Xiaoshi?”

He shifts, careful not to push the other off of the bed. He’s got these eternal bags under his eyes— to which his question has been answered with because I have to deal with you all day. But it’s been worse recently. Every time he looks at Cheng Xiaoshi since their last mission, he looks like he’s about to cry. 

“Yeah, Lu?” He’s got these grey eyes— everyone says they look soulless, Cheng Xiaoshi thinks they’re dreamy, to say the least. 

“What were you gonna say? When Li Tianchen asked what you would do to save me?”

“Why do you ask?” He deflects. 

“Is it so crazy that I want to know?”

“Well— it’s kind of obvious—“

Because I love you is on the verge of falling from Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips. Scarily close. And Lu Guang knows it— Lu Guang knows everything. He stares, and he’s waiting.

“Is it?”

“You seem awfully persistent,” he remarks, deflecting again. His body tenses up in fear of accidentally touching Lu Guang. They’re close, and he’s backed against the wall. Literally. 

“Please.” It’s not even much of an actual word, more of a sigh, a plea characterized only by the pop of his lips and the whistle of the s. He reaches for Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand, only a small touch of their fingers. A contrast from their usual clap. 

“I don’t wanna scare you,” Cheng Xiaoshi says, honest for the first time. 

“I already know you’d save me. What’s so scary?”

Because I love you. I love you. I love you.

Chung Xiaoshi takes hold of Lu Guang’s fingers, threading them together. He’s always got cold hands, so he brings them to his lips. Not even to kiss, as much as he wants to. Just to feel his own breath against Lu Guang’s hands.

“Is it such a surprise that I’d do anything?” He admits, staring at Lu Guang’s hands. They’re stupidly soft. 

“No. Just seems like a lot.”

When am I not? “Told you it would scare you.”

Lu Guang presses on. “Why?”

“You like asking that—“

“Xiaoshi.”

The usage of his given name brings the confession out of his mouth like a fish latched onto a hook. “Because I’m in love with you. Something crazy like that.” He smiles when he says it, because even in a moment of fear he can’t stop the boyish grin that slides across his lips. 

Lu Guang squeezes his hand, brushes the hair back from his face. “Was that really so hard?” Cheng Xiaoshi can hear the smile in his voice. 

He looks up, finally. He doesn’t want to miss the quirk of his lips that he trusts more than a god. “Uh— yeah, when you look at me like that.”

Lu Guang leans in closer, and Cheng Xiaoshi’s face goes red. “Is that why you can't ever focus when we’re on missions?”

His gaze casts back down to their hands, fidgeting with Lu’s fingers. “Something like that.”

“I love you too, by the way. If it wasn’t obvious enough.” He leans up to kiss his forehead, only a whisper of his lips, and Cheng Xiaoshi freezes where he lies. 

“Damn, that all you needed to fluster you?” Lu Guang continues, curling closer. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” the other responds, wrapping an arm around his back.

[seraphdreams]

toji with a bubbly princess who talks his ear off but he doesn’t mind because she’s so small and soft and warm on his lap. and she smells good and her voice makes him calm. she doesn’t mind when he plays with the hem of her skirt. or when he wants to grip and squish her thighs. or when he wants to cup her breasts and hold them to bask in her warmth and softness. or when he bites her ear when she tries to tease him. or when he wraps his big, sturdy, muscular forearms around her waist to keep her there. maybe he likes the way she’s always pushing her lips out for him to kiss in between her stories………..but i’m just saying.

enough of you, and enough of you NOW! because, i seen a clip of toji’s voice actor and yuuji’s and they were talking about what toji’s/yuuji’s relationship would be like if they were friends (had he not bit the dust) — and they came to the conclusion that toji would be very annoyed by yuuji since he’s so bubbly but would miss him if he wasn’t around anymore.

now twisting that and making it our own… toji’s initial thought of his bubbly princess… thinking she’s talkative, annoying, and an overall brat. but he finds himself missing your unsolicited touch, the way you’d wrap an arm around his when you’d walk together (to which he begrudgingly shrugs you off), or when you talk his ear off about the thoughts, or lack thereof, floating in your mind :(

he especially misses how you coo so softly when he’s got his large arms wrapped around you from behind…. his lips against your ear so you can hear all the deep grunts n groans he lets out as he takes you from behind, just over your kitchen counter >:( you couldn’t even finish baking him cookies!! meanie!!

[puppyeared]

Once upon a time

[kentopedia]

i do not anticipate being on here much in november but just know i miss you all and i love you 🤍

[cosien]

Goodbye little ones <3

[theswedishpajas]

💙🌌💀🌌💙

[tariah23]

re: jjk ships. sad to see no shokohime. no shoko anywhere on there actually. devastated. i guess ive been lost in the sauce where my friends and i talk and hc about her constantly. i need more shoko on page and backstory and!!!!! just...... where is she.... where the fuck is she..... please give me some crumbs of her she's still alive.................... aaaaaaaugh.

It’s the price we have to pay for liking a mf shounen at the end of the day!!! The women being ignored for YAOI 😭!!! PAY ATTENTION TO WOMEN!!!

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D