#Lock&tuft

[moonlightblogs1]

.𝟷𝟿𝟾.

**Sorry to my boyfriend for being my Guinea Pig ♥**

☽𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅☾ ↳ Mekaci - Harley Set @ Kinky Event (September 28th - October 22nd)

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𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 → TROPIX - Girl xxx Boys BackDrop 01

**HER**

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙨 → Swallow - Gauged S Ears (f)

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 → Swallow - Gauged S Black Tunnels

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙪𝙥 → Ladybird - Cake Lipstick

𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧 → Stealthic - Riot

*𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨*

Izzie's - Face & Body Blood & Wounds

Lock&Tuft - Big Axe

**HIM**

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙨 → Swallow - Gauged S Ears (m)

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 → Swallow - Gauged S Black Tunnels

𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧 → Modulus - Jace Hair

𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤 → GoK - Astaroth Tattoo

𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 → ERAUQS - Diego Pants

𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨 → Ghurab - Wound Chest

[nephilimmoretti]

Tyrant - 125

Head & Makeup / HEAD / lel EvoX Zo [REVERIE] Mizyu Eyebrows [BOM\EvoX] [REVERIE] Maureen Eyes Fatpack

Hair [Yomi] Sterling Hair New! @ Sabbath Event

Clothing Polarbunny. delvira outfit. reborn. fatpack New! @ Anthem ERSCH - Princess Skirt -black-

Accessories [HEIKE]Demon Seal(Animesh) - Fatpack New! @ Sabbath Event sacrilege . silvie horns [add] New! @ Sabbath Event lock&tuft / the bible

Body Reborn by EBODY v1.69.6

[clumsypuppy]

if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified

[wingfleur]

thinking about jason todd leaning down to hear you when you talk.

if i’m being honest, i feel like he does it often. sometimes, it’s because it’s a little too noisy where you’re at, and other times, it’s because you’re a little too soft-spoken, which makes it hard to hear you. overall, it’s because jason is just too damn big for his own good, so, most of the time, he just can’t hear you and has to lean in close so you don’t have to repeat yourself again for a third or fourth time.

it happens like this: he’ll be standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes focused raptly on something going on in front of him. maybe it’s the news, maybe it’s a movie being watched on the couch by your friends— whatever it is, jason is locked in, jaw set in concentration as he focuses on what he’s seeing. then, when you quietly add commentary, his brows will twitch and he’ll mindlessly turn his head to the side, prompting you to say whatever you said again. it’s autopilot for jason— like it’s programmed into him already.

he doesn’t move all at once, either. his head turns first, then his body follows, but his eyes? oh, those fall to you last. his pretty blue eyes (that also flicker with this mysterious shade of green sometimes) stay trained on what’s in front of him for a few seconds longer. in comparison to the rest of his body, it’s almost as if they’re on a delay.

it’s only after he mumbles a quiet “hm?” to get you to speak again does he finally look at you, hinged at the hip with that white tuft of hair he has hanging in his face. all he’s met with in return is the lack of an audible response and the sight of you staring up at him in awe, your jaw slack and your eyes wide. whatever you were saying is clearly lost on you now, and jason realizes that, but it’s not a big deal. it would never be a big deal. you’re just nervous, and luckily for him, jason loves making you nervous.

“i didn’t say anything,” you lie unconvincingly, throat hoarse from this sudden bout of dryness that’s seemed to set in. you whip your head back towards the tv and jason snorts at your reaction, standing back up to full height with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

“yeah, okay,” he replies, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “whatever helps y’sleep at night.”

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[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when the pint-sized copy of gojo satoru fails the quiz his dad helped him review?

the door slams.

not shuts. not closes. slams—with the full, righteous fury only a small, betrayed child can muster. a tiny, furious body with too much emotion and too little upper-body strength, using every ounce of indignation to make an entrance.

a backpack ricochets off the hallway wall, landing with a sad, almost pitiful plop. you pause mid-slice, knife hovering above half a strawberry on the cutting board, sugar-dusted fingertips twitching.

from the living room, satoru blinks behind a pair of wire-framed reading glasses—askew on the bridge of his nose, balancing in the space where his usual sunglasses would sit. he’s sprawled lazily on the floor, legs kicked up onto the coffee table, wearing a pair of navy blue pajamas patterned with tiny mochi cats. an open manga flutters against his chest.

he doesn’t sit up. not yet. just slowly turns his head toward you, peering over the edge of the couch with the exact caution of prey sensing a distant predator.

“...was that the wind?” he asks, voice very hopeful.

you lift a brow, flicking your eyes toward the front hallway.

“baby,” you deadpan, “we don’t get wind indoors.”

and then—like a summoned curse echoing from the depths of a broken heart—a sound shatters the air.

a wail.

high-pitched. raw. as if the whole world had crumbled under a pair of light-up velcro sneakers. you barely have time to process it before—

“mamaaaaaa!! daddyyyyyyyy!!”

satoru flinches like he’s taken physical damage. the manga slips off his chest and hits the floor with a soft thup. both your heads snap toward the hall just in time to witness the grand, devastating arrival of your son.

he’s tiny. flushed pink from the cold or from his tears, it’s hard to tell. his white hair is a mop of fluffy chaos—tufts sticking up where little fingers must’ve raked through it on the playground, a single rebellious cowlick curled toward the sky like a question mark. cheeks blotchy. nose red. lower lip trembling so hard it casts its own shadow.

and he’s crying.

not sniffles. not whimpers.

crying. open-mouthed, sob-shattered wails that rattle the windows and tug at your heart. arms flailing, body stumbling forward like a tragic protagonist in a historical drama. his sleeves are too long—he must’ve tugged at them all day—and now they flap as he wipes his eyes with the cuffs, trailing streaks of moisture across the fabric.

your knife is already down. you round the kitchen island in record time and crouch, arms open.

“baby, what’s wrong?!”

he doesn’t just run into your arms—he launches himself, full body-weight, like a little cannonball of despair. his backpack thumps against your hip as he buries his face in your chest.

“i didn’t get ice creeeeeeam—!!”

you blink.

“...oh,” satoru says from behind you, having finally peeled himself off the floor. he crouches beside you, pajama pants riding up a little around the ankle. his hair’s a fluffy mess, eyes wide behind his reading glasses, mouth open like he’s still buffering. “you didn’t get what?”

“ice cream,” your son sobs, voice thick and hiccuping. “everybody got some ‘cause they passed the quiz and i didn’t—even though we studied!! even though we did the ming dynasty thing and daddy wore the stupid kimono!!!”

“it wasn’t stupid,” satoru frowns, indignant. “it was authentic.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “sweetheart, slow down. what quiz?”

“the history one,” your son says, sniffling miserably. “with the ming dyna—hic—sty and emperor yongle and daddy said if i remembered the porce… porcelain stuff i’d get full marks…”

you and satoru lock eyes.

oh.

that quiz.

the living room flashes back in your mind—satoru in a patterned bathrobe tied with your silk scarf, chopsticks in his hair, declaring himself emperor of all snacks. your son clutched his stomach from laughing so hard he rolled off the couch. satoru called it “immersive education.”

apparently... it wasn’t effective.

your son’s lower lip quivers again. he pulls back slightly to sniff, his little brows furrowed, his voice small and wounded. “it’s not fair… daddy said he was the best at history and he lied and now everyone got to go to the cafeteria for ice cream and i had to stay and read with ms. matsuda and it was boring and i don’t even like maps—”

satoru visibly stiffens. his head tilts.

“...oh no,” he mutters. “it was geography?”

you stare at him.

“wait,” you say slowly, turning back to your son, “you did the ming dynasty for geography?”

he pauses.

his eyes widen. he turns to satoru. horror dawns.

“...what?”

satoru clears his throat. tugs at the collar of his mochi cat pajama top.

“...oops?”

“daddy!!!” your son bellows, fists flying. he punches satoru’s arm with all the fury in his tiny frame. it’s like being attacked by a particularly angry cloud. satoru lets himself be dramatically thrown back onto the floor, flopping like a fish.

“argh!! fatal blow! betrayal by my own bloodline!!”

your son sniffles, shoulders rising and falling, too tired to be mad but too heartbroken to forgive. he plops back onto the floor with a heavy sigh, pulling his sleeves over his hands like a soggy little dumpling of grief.

“...so i don’t get any ice cream.”

from the floor, satoru grins.

“nope. you’re getting a whole bucket.”

you whirl on him. “satoru—!”

“what? he suffered, he deserves it.” satoru pushes his glasses up and cracks his knuckles. cursed energy begins to shimmer faintly around him, blurring the air like heat off pavement. “i’ll be back in fifteen. or maybe two. actually—let’s make it one.”

you gape. “you’re using your limitless to get him ice cream—?”

“and this is why you married me,” he says with a wink, and then—

pop.

he’s gone. air displaced in a puff of cool wind and sparkles.

you sigh. your son leans into you, cheek pressed to your shoulder. you wrap your arms around him gently, brushing your fingers through his hair. still soft from this morning’s brushing. a few crumbs from lunch clinging to the ends.

he tugs your shirt, voice muffled.

“...mama,” he says, “if i cry again, can i eat more scoops?”

you pause.

squint down at him. “that depends. are the tears real?”

he considers. long pause. then, with the gravitas of a stage actor, he pinches his nose and starts fake crying—loud, wobbly sobs that rock his whole body.

and then—pop.

satoru’s back. disheveled, pajama sleeves windblown, glasses askew, and arms cradling an absurdly massive neon plastic tub that smells like every ice cream flavor ever invented. it’s glowing. it might actually be radioactive.

your son stops fake-crying mid-sob.

“…score.”

satoru beams. “for my little emperor of the ming dynasty!”

you all end up piled on the couch, one tangled mass of pajama legs and sticky fingers. strawberry slices forgotten on the counter. your son curled between you both, spoon held like a royal scepter, dribbling rainbow cream down his chin as he proclaims flavor rankings with the gravitas of a judge.

“your majesty,” satoru intones, spoon raised high, “may i present the cookie dough scrolls of diplomacy.”

you roll your eyes fondly, head resting on satoru’s shoulder. “you’re such an idiot.”

he kisses your cheek, smiling.

“uh huh. but i’m your idiot.”

your son silently shoves a spoon in both your mouths.

he’s still sulking. a little. but the betrayal has been soothed by frozen sugar, warmth, and the fact that tomorrow, daddy promised to stage the tang dynasty.

correct subject pending.

a/n : i need to have his babies so bad nobody understands 😔🥀 yes you can't convince me he wouldn't teleport just to get his kids ice cream even if he's wearing ridiculous pajamas <3

[tonycries]

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Synopsis. On your knees in front of your boyfriend, it was just an innocent video, right? So why are you hearing his best friend’s voice from behind the screen?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, being recorded, voyeurism, oral (male receiving), exhibitionism, mentioned threesome, cowgirl, dirty talk, pet names (babe), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Surprise post. Art by @_3aem on X.

“Smile for the camera, babe.”

You would - if you weren’t choking on his throbbing cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, throaty little gurgles muffled by his leaking tip hitting the back of your throat. 

The flashlight was blinding. 

Harsh light bouncing off your boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes, pupils blown. Chest rising and falling erratically, hungry gaze locked on the way you gag and moan around his dick. “Mmm yeah- oh fuck yeah, deeper. Milk me dry, babe. Look s’pretty on film.”

Strangled praises only spurring you to obey mindlessly, you relax your throat - shoving his pulsing dick deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. Your nose pressing into the tufts of hair on his pelvis, wet with precum and spit. Too cock-drunk to think too hard about the rustling from the screen.

Precum salty on your tongue, you flick his sensitive slit in a way that makes him throw his head back - phone unsteady in one hand, the other searing on your scalp. Breath hitching, he bobs your head in increasingly urgent movements - up, up, up. Desperate, jerky thrusts of his hips like he’s trying to fuck something delicious out for you.

Your boyfriend's knuckles are white on his phone. Deliriously, you wonder why the fuck he even bothered with the video at this point - too shaky, too impatient. 

Almost as if he could read your mind, a low whisper rings in your ear, breath hot on your face. “Don’ worry about that, babe.”, zooming in on your swollen, glossy lips. “Jus’ focus on what you’re doing like the filthy slut you are.”

Feeding off the electricity crackling in the air, you tighten the hands massaging his tight balls. Pressing right between them in the way you knew drove him crazy. 

You squeal - as much as you can with his throbbing erection lodged in your throat - nails digging into his hips as they tremble and buck into your plush mouth. “Ah! Oh fuck- Hngh- Baby, m’gonna m’gonna-”

His words turn into breathy moans, signaling the beginning of the end. With a final thrust, he explodes in thick ropes of cum that paint your mouth white. You struggle to swallow the hot spurts of seed quickly enough, coughing around his twitching cock. Cum spilling out of your bruised lips, specks splattering onto the back of his phone. 

Tears stinging your eyes, but you still refuse to break eye contact - batting your lashes innocently at him as you milk his cock for everything he’s worth.  

Chest heaving, lust-drunk words tumble out of his lips, “S’perfect. Look at her hah- look how fucking pretty she swallows my cum.” 

Words you’re slowly realizing aren’t meant for you.

Heart dropping straight to your dripping cunt, eyes widening as it strikes you - this fucker was on video call.

Now, he didn’t mean to trick you. He really did feel so awful about it - but watching the way his pretty girl’s lips stretched so sinfully around his cock - he really couldn’t bear to be stingy enough to hide it. 

Which is why, a dangerous smirk playing at the corners of his lips, he pats your hair soothingly as you sputter. “Now now. We’re not done yet. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t give my buddy a front row seat to you creaming on my cock?”

Humiliation mingling with something carnal inside you, you freeze in shock as an awfully familiar voice chuckles from the phone. “C’mon now, sweetheart. I bet you’ll cum faster with an audience.” 

Thighs squeezing together. Heat rushing to your cheeks. Shit. Maybe you will. 

And for all the dark confidence on your boyfriend's face, you relish in the breathless gasp escaping him as you stand. Knees stinging where you straddle his hips - still-hard cock glistening with cum and saliva, leaking onto his toned abdomen. 

Surprise flickers across his face, swiftly replaced by a predatory excitement echoed by the appreciative groan from his best friend. 

“Well, might as well put on a show, huh?”

And with that, you sink down completely onto his still-sensitive length, groaning at the feeling of him throbbing inside you, heavy balls pressing into your ass. Tears clinging to your lashes at the delicious stretch, you don’t give yourself time to adjust to his thick cock, grinding in feral, mindless motions with reckless abandon. 

One hand has a bruising grip on your hips, steadying your rhythm as he thrusts up into you at an unforgiving pace matching yours. The other, angled just right to capture your dripping, wet hole stretched so shamefully on his throbbing dick. 

“That’s right, show him that perfect view. Goddamn. Imagine how jealous he is- fucking his fist just wishing that was you.”

“Sh-shit. She jus’ got wetter. Looks s’good with her pretty pussy stuffed.” Low groans spill from his phone, making you buck \wildly into his twitching cock. 

White-hot ropes of pleasure run down your spine at the lewd squelches sounding from the speaker - your boyfriend’s best friend not even trying to hide his desperate chase for pleasure.

Balls stinging your ass at the merciless cadence, it’s all you can do to brokenly stammer out “Sh-show.”

A moment fumbling to switch the camera and you wince as the light hits your eyes. A jolt going down your body at his best friend’s disheveled state.

Greedy gaze flickering between your boyfriend - brows furrowed and bottom lip under his teeth as he focused on fucking your snug cunt - and his best friend on the screen - hungry gaze locked on you and thumb mercilessly teasing his leaking tip. Veiny hand moving up and down. Up and down up and-

“Shit, baby. You’re hah- clenching down on me so hard, like being watched, hm?” a dangerous murmur. You whine mindlessly in agreement, mixing with the relentless slapping of skin as you fuck yourself deeper and deeper onto his heated cock. 

“Hngh- M’getting so fucking hard just watching her drunk on your cock. Look s’good split open on it.”

“Yeah? She’d probably look better split open on two. Maybe we should let you join in next time. Would you like that, babe? My little cockslut?”

You jolt as you’re finally addressed as the men spoke over you as if you were nothing more than an object. A carnal, ugly part of you delighting in the way you were so used. 

“Oh god, yes.” you pant, words pulling you closer and closer to the edge, head spinning so deliriously. “Wan’ both of you. Wanna feel both of you inside me. I need it.”

Your boyfriend's eyes narrow, pupils dilated with lust as he responds, “Anything for my greedy girl. But for now…” his voice trails off, thrusting deeper into your snug cunt. 

Onscreen, his best friend groans, doubling down on the hasty hand moving along his throbbing length. “Fuck, I wish I was there.”

A hum of agreement, “C’mon now. Beg me to fill you up, slut. Make sure our lil’ friend hears how desperate you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes” you chant, lost in the haze of pleasure. “Fill me up, please. Want it dripping out of me.”

At your words, your boyfriend’s pace falters, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he approaches his climax - his best friend not far behind, fist flying fervently up and down his glistening length - in tandem with the ruthless cock ramming into you.

“God. Such a good little slut f’us” your boyfriend praises, voice strained with pleasure. “Cum for us, baby. Let us see how much you want it.”

And that’s all it takes for you to see stars behind your closed lids, riding out wave after wave of pleasure on your boyfriend’s twitching cock. Finally, he empties inside you with a guttural groan, filling your fluttering walls to the brim with his seed. 

So much- there was so much. Seems he was the one that adored having an audience. Though, with the way your pussy is greedily milking his cock, you can’t say you’re far behind.

Your thighs shake in pain and pleasure as his hot cum leaks out of your overfilled pussy, dripping down your legs and onto his quivering balls as he fucks into you like an animal. Over and over and-

With all the strength you can muster, you crack an eye open to glance at the screen - only to catch the heavenly sight of him losing control. Fist faltering on his throbbing erection as with a final, forceful tug he spurts thick ropes of seed. An orgasm so hard that it leaks onto his lap and reaches his chest.

The three of you chasing peak after peak. So sinfully. 

Your ears ring, vision spotty as your high finally bates. Spent, you collapse against your boyfriend’s muscled chest, heart hammering wildly against both of your ribs, and cunt still twitching in sensitivity.

Still disoriented and completely fucked out, you almost miss the low murmur from above you. Almost.

“Can’t wait till you’re here to see this in person.”

- GOJO and GETO, TOJI and SHIU, SUNA and Osamu, ATSUMU and SAKUSA, Eren and Armin

A/N. I miss when this song was everywhere.

Plagiarism not authorized. 

[7hursday]

tutor!sukuna, who, against his will, is sitting next to you in the empty library with his tongue poked into his cheek as he feels irritation beginning to bubble up inside of him.

it’s not that you’re stupid — no, not at all — but the way your brain processes information is… starkly different from the way his does. you also had a way of attracting bad grades as if they were moths and you were a flame. it was basically inevitable that the teachers had forced him to tutor you.

a heavy sigh leaves his lips as he points at the textbook. “solve this again and tell me exactly what you don’t get.”

you look at him sheepishly, before letting out a nervous laugh. “uhh… I don’t get the entire thing. can we take a break?”

he, of course, rolls his eyes for the nth time that hour. that was until an idea popped into his head, his eyebrows raising slightly in amusement before leaning in to whisper into your ear.

when his hot breath hits your skin, you flinch instinctively, but you can’t help the way your underwear begins to dampen at the way his words come out so roughly and undeniably sexual.

“if you can answer this question correctly, I’ll give you a reward,” his right hand lays flat against your thigh, going up, up, up…

tutor!sukuna who has you sit on his lap, his hard cock pressing against your swollen clit and slick folds as his hand lays flat on your thighs. the library was empty (although, you didn’t seem to mind if it wasn’t), and you were luckily wearing a skirt that was long enough to cover your lewdness.

“mm? you’re doing well. get this right and I’ll put my cock in your wet lil’ pussy.” his dirty words have you rubbing your thighs together, squeezing his already dripping cock in between. this elicits a soft ‘fuck’ from him, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly.

“fuck this. I need to feel you.”

it didn’t take long before he had pushed everything off the table, bending you over and pushing his cock into you in one go. you were internally thankful for how wet both your pussy and his dick was, because the sheer girth of his length was enough to straight up gawk at.

the round, swollen tip of his cock hits that mushy spot that has your toes curling immediately— which doesn’t go unnoticed by sukuna. he leans forward, fingers tangling in your locks as he pulls your head up to look at him.

he pulls out just enough for the tip to barely be inside before slamming back into you, the small tuft of hair on the base just barely tickling your skin as his balls slapped against your already sensitive clit.

his hand reaches forward, placing the textbook in front of you and forcing a pen into your hand. “each question you got wrong is one load of my cum inside you.”

and screw that, because with the way he was driving his cock into your pussy, you were sure you were fucked dumb and completely cockdrunk, the only thing on your mind being him.

tutor!sukuna who can’t help but begin to purposefully teach you a few of the formulas wrong, making sure to fill your cunt up with his cum any chance he gets.

a/n: thinking of making this a full fic. this mere drabble was too long i had to decrease the font size lol. lmk what u think.

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ imagine playing with logans hair. gn!reader

he’d kill you, actually kill you if you told anyone how he practically purred the moment your nails met his scalp. he’s sprawled out on the bed between your legs, head heavy on your tummy as his eyes flutter shut.

you want to tease him, but refrain. you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him this content, his dark, delicate eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he fights the inevitable pull of sleep that threatens to take him. there’s something so peaceful in that moment, watching the man you love melting so easily under your touch after so long of him skittering away like a wounded animal.

“you falling asleep?” you whisper, unable to contain yourself. he’d insisted prior he wasn’t tired.

a low, firm grumble against your skin, “no.”

but logan is a terrible liar, his body grows heavier as you tenderly trace your fingers through his hair, relishing in the way his smooth locks dance through your digits. and though he’d never say, he craves this kind of contact frequently. he’s all too accustomed to violence, clenched fists, raising hackles and spilling blood. he longs for tender touches, love so warm it makes him ache, stolen kisses. . . and you.

he just wants you.

maybe that’s why he finds it so easy to lower those fortified walls in your presence, because you allow him to be soft. you allow him to be everything he is never allowed to be. the world has taken so very much from him, but it’s also given him you.

so how can he be mad at it for long?

you push back the tufts of hair lining his forehead to reveal more of his face, a smile curling as you see his lips parted, breathing softly in the calming rhythm of sleep. he nestles closer instinctively, thick arms around your thighs as he’s pulled deeper and deeper into slumber. no nightmares will find him here.

not while your company serves to soothe his ever-racing mind, bringing it to a halt with every kiss, every simple touch. you curl your fingers around a strand of his hair and smile, wondering how he let you get this close. but you won't question it, you already know how lucky you are.

when he wakes, logan insists he did not fall asleep and was merely resting his eyes. all said while wiping drool from his scruffy chin. you swear you can see a flush on his cheeks as he huffs and rises from the bed.

you’d say his one weakness is that he falls asleep like a kitty cat the moment your nails touch his scalp, but logan would say his one weakness is simply you.

day 22 'hair' prompt for logantober <3

[fushiguruuzzzz]

KAGEYAMA is not a clingy boy.

At least… not until he’s sick. Or tired. Or in this once in a lifetime occurrence, he’d fallen victim to both circumstances.

“Hey,” he mumbled, a raspy edge to his voice caused by both dreariness and the sore ache within. “Where… where’re you going?”

His arms tightened around you almost instinctively, strapping you down into the plush cushions of the couch as if you’d fade to dust otherwise. He lay at a 45° angle, legs tossed casually over the edge of the couch but body bending in impressive ways to get closer to you. His black hair was rubbed every which way—the tufts defying gravity itself, tickling your exposed skin as he shifted to get a better look at you. Even in his barely-awake state, his eyes held an intensity that would unnerve most, but only made your heart thump louder in your ribs.

“Was just gonna get a drink, Kags…” you said softly, a hint of amusement swirling around the edges of your words. “Am I allowed to do that?”

It took him a moment to process the tease, but when he did, his eyes dropped to the way his arms were locked around you and he was suddenly all too aware of his cheek pressed to your shoulder. A light pink dusted over his cheekbones. “Yeah,” he replied, mentally scolding himself afterwards for how defensive it sounded as it left his lips. His arms loosened in the slightest, but your hand placed gently on his bicep made him halt the movement.

You chuckled. “M’just playing around. I don’t mind when you get all sucky like this.”

His lips parted, inky brows knitting together and the red on his face deepening. “I’m not-“ He cut himself off with a second glance at your positions. He was clinging to you like some sort of marsupial, limbs intertwined in knots that would take ancient masters years to detangle. “Just… shut up.”

You laughed again, and if it weren’t for the gentle squeeze you gave him, he might’ve glared harder. But your touch was tender and your laugh silky smooth, sugary sweet and flowing through his veins. It was a soft whisper in his ear telling him that maybe, just this once, he could be selfish. He could be clingy.

a/n: 1:18am rn we 🆙 forgive me if this is cheeks because obviously my brain is not at full capacity. Posting later in the day though because I just posted that Kenma smau thing and I don’t wanna mess with the algorithm too much.

Gen/hq tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @kashee-h @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @aldebrana

[mangooes]

Your Cat is Heavy Ma'am!

(Name) was exhausted. Her heels had been kicked off halfway through the hallway, her jacket slung somewhere across the kitchen island, and her only plan for the evening was to faceplant into bed. But the moment she stepped into their shared bedroom—

“OH MY GOD!”

A wild caracal was lounging on the middle of their bed. Elegant, huge, with tufted ears and slitted golden eyes locked directly on her like she owed it a snack. Or her soul.

And before she could bolt or scream again—it lunged.

"AUGH—!"

She hit the carpet with a dramatic thump, limbs flailing in pure chaos, only to find the caracal landing squarely on her, tail swishing and purring like a damn engine. It rubbed its head along her cheek, licked her chin, and stretched languidly on top of her, completely knocking the breath out of her.

From the corner, Mephisto cawed in what could only be described as robotic bird laughter.

“Mephisto! Not helping!” She shrieked, swatting at the air as the smug avian continued flapping with mockery. “You’re supposed to protect me, not broadcast this like a soap opera!”

The caracal, unbothered, licked her nose.

She groaned dramatically, hands flopping to her sides. “Okay. Fine. I guess I have a cat now. A huge, kissing, clingy cat. Sylus is gonna freak when he finds fur in the sheets...”

At the sound of Sylus's name, the caracal tensed. Fur rose. Ears flattened.

She blinked. “...Huh. That’s weird. What, don’t like him?”

But the tension passed quickly, and she just shrugged. “Whatever, big guy. You’re sweet. And super heavy. Like—what do they feed you, bricks?”

Still, she scooped him up with effort, staggering toward the hallway like a warrior bearing the weight of an 18-pound demon kitten. “We’re gonna cuddle. And then I’m gonna show you off to Sysy—he’ll get all jealous, it’ll be funny.”

She’d barely made it past the front hallway when the front door slammed open.

Luke and Kieran burst in, panting like they’d just outrun a dragon stampede, Kieran holding a glowing vial like it was the Holy Grail.

“MISSUS!!” they both shouted in unison.

She stared at them, caracal still slung in her arms. “...Why are you both sweating like marathon runners? And what—”

She pointed to the vial. “What is that? Where’s Sylus?! Did he—”

The cat sniffed the vial, and then—

LICK.

And then… P O O F.

She suddenly found herself pinned under something a lot heavier than a caracal.

A man. A bare-chested, the smell of his signature colgone, very familiar, very muscled man.

“…SYLUS?!” she shrieked.

Sylus, now very much human again, groaned in bliss, nuzzling into her neck like a sleepy cat, voice rich and husky. “Mmm… I like this better. Your skin’s much softer than the sheets.”

She was frozen for all of two seconds. Then she exploded.

“WHA—YOU—YOU WERE THE CAT?! YOU WERE LICKING MY FACE—GET OFF ME, YOU NAKED MENACE!”

Sylus smirked, not moving an inch. “I told you I missed you.”

“YOU TERRORIZED ME! YOU JUMPED ON ME! YOU PURRED LIKE A DAMN ENGINE!”

“You called me sweet,” he murmured smugly, kissing the edge of her jaw. “You said you wanted to cuddle—who am I to deny you that?”

She turned cherry red, smacking his shoulder. “Get off me, put some clothes on!”

Luke and Kieran, watching the chaos unfold from the doorway, turned away with synchronized salutes, dying of laughter.

“Respectfully lookin’ away, boss!”

“Don’t forget to tell us if you wanna go full tiger next time, we’ll prep the litter box!”

(Name) howled, trying to squirm out from under him. “SYLUS! THEY SAW EVERYTHING!”

He grinned devilishly, arms tightening around her waist. “Good. Let them see who I belong to... Master.”

“You’re unbelievable, wait what MASTER—”

“And adorable,” he purred, nipping her earlobe. “And all yours.”

She groaned dramatically, ruffling his hair messy. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, finally scooping her up bridal style, completely ignoring her flailing. “Lucky you didn’t adopt another cat. That would've gotten messy.”

“You were jealous of yourself,” She pointed out flatly, arms crossing as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was jealous of a version of me that got more cuddles than this one, yes.”

She sighed again. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her hair. “After all, a cat can't stray away from it's master for too long no?”

This was inspired by the cat event last year, PLEASE BRING IT BACK I LOVE CAT SYLUS AKSJDNASKJDNAKA I NEED THE CLOTHES RAGHHHHHHH also could you tell that i rlly love cats, anyways sylus is a caracal cat its canon guys i love him

[djkelli]

Satans House

Sabbath Event runs from 21st of July to the 11th of August Sabbath Event Items below:Badwolf – Tarja Fatpack – These rings and hand wraps are for eBody, Legacy F, and Athletic. 7 different band colors and 4 different metal options Mirinae – Gia – 5 poses Ladybird – Petras Eyeshadow – BOM Eyeshadow has 9 colors options. Lenore – Beelzebub/Tattoo – Lelutka Evox Layers 3 Opacity…

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[cvnt4him]

okay, food for thought…Baby-making that leads to overly needy and affectionate touching, heavy panting and whining..

Izuku shivering as your legs lock tighter around him, his throbbing tip kissing your g-spot so deliciously you two cry out in pleasure <3 his whiny, desperate and sad moans makes your pussy cream to much

Katsuki would definitely have your legs on his shoulder, his lips kissing the corners of your mouth as you mumble praises as Katsuki pathetically whimpers, his hips shuttering as he continues his deep thrusts 😵‍💫

do whatcha need to dooo :P

- 🩸

Your reqs are always delectable<3

Izukuᡣ𐭩

Izuku is weak, he adores you so much and enjoys the sweet intimate time the two of you get with one another. Cherishing you and holding you fondly in his arms, placing in the pit of your neck while you feel his breath shakily fan you through his nose. His eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to fall at the corners.

His cock was so girthy and fat inside of you, the stretch that you've come to know and love throughout your time with him never really being easy, get still such a delicious feeling to encounter. You're so lucky you get to lie beneath him and listen to his moans fall into your ear. He lifts up from previously hovering over you, sweat all over his forehead showing little streaks of green tufts sticking to his forehead.

His breathing is heavy as he still his hips momentarily to raise up and look down at you, your legs wrapped around his waist terribly tight as if you couldn't let him go, he was your lifeline and you'd be damned if you let him escape. His poor cock twitched inside of you as he felt your precious pussy spasming around him.

There was something about you beneath him like this. All disheveled and breathless yet still begging, aching for more. Your pupils looked as if they were hearts to him. You were so hungry for more of him and his cock, what else was he to do to her than slam his hips back into you. The fat tip of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly making you whine out in pleasure arching your back off of the bed, he can't help but to moan watching you writhe underneath him.

You hear him sniffle as he continues to jackhammer his cock into you, whimpers leaving out of him as he squeezes his eyes shut once more with tears beginning to fall down his red, freckled and scarred cheek(s).

Izuku was a mess in your pussy, he was having a hard time keeping himself together. His whole body began shaking as he felt his orgasm approaching, you weren't making it any easier with the way you were moaning for him to cum inside of you. Plus with how bad he wanted you to get pregnant, he wanted you to be swollen with his child, for you to ask him to help you out on your shoes or make you a snack, to cuddle you on the couch and watch silly shows you would when you were younger.

The thought of it all had his hips stuttering and his cock spilling all of his sticky cum inside of you. Thick wild ropes spraying inside of you, you sighed heavily at the feeling of his cum warming you from the inside out. So much of it filling you to the brim, you shudder at the sensation of your orgasm and his.

His moist body lying on top of yours as he breaths raggedly above you. You take a deep breath and kiss the top of his head still feeling his softening cock jolt when your pussy occasionally squeezes around it, his body shuddering at the overstimulation.

Katsukiᡣ𐭩

This asshole. I swear he loves you so bad, as serious as he takes sex and pleasing you sometimes he just has to be rough with you. He just absolutely needs to have you screaming out loud for him, and he finally has it.

Your legs hoisted over his shoulders as he roughly pounded your dripping cunny, he'd cum inside of you a few times prior you were already sensitive from your previous orgasms and you were onto your thousandth one you swore. Your eyes were rolled back and your head was numb spit dripping down your cheeks as katsuki grins wickedly above you, that stupid wobbly smile and his breathless snicker of his only causing you to tighten around him.

He groans loudly at the feeling of you squeezing him, the way you hushed around him creaming as his balls slapped against you. He had so much more to give you and he wanted you to have it all. You deserved to take everything he has to give you. Katsuki stops his thrusts to catch his breath watching you closely, admiring you beneath him and how you twitched below.

You try your hardest to look up at him through your daze, he'd fucked you dumb honestly, but you tried your hardest to muster what you could to speak to him; telling him how good he's doing, how much you love him and how strong he is for you. His eyes seem to soften at your sweet shaky and gentle tone. You were teasing him or playing around, you were genuinely and you wanted him.

Katsuki felt a shiver go down his spine and his eyes water a bit, his breath hitched as he quickly pulled out to fold your legs over yourself, your knees practically touching your shoulders. You groan at the position feeling his weight on top of you within an instant as he plunges his long cock back inside of you the girth making you choke on your spot and when out for him.

You were throwing your head back in pleasure thanking him and praying for him not to stop, another orgasm washing one you for the millionth time. You swore they were just coming whenever they felt like it, you have no control over your orgasms anymore. You were so loud that you couldn't even hear his own whimpers, sniffles leaving him as he bites his bottom lip harshly to try and sustain his own noises.

One of them so wobbly and whiney, his brows furrowing deeply as he feels his stomach turning signaling another orgasm coming. He was so close and you felt so good, making him feel so sweet and cared for. This was the best kind of sex to katsuki, even when he needed to release all of his stress onto you; you could still find a way to make it sweet and love filled.

His thrusts were still deep even as his hips shuttered inside of you. His breathing unsteady as he filled you up with his cum. Your loud moans quieting down as his hips slowed but never stopped. Small whines leaving the both of you as your forehead laid together. His breath fanning your face from his slackened jaw. He was so sweet like this, you tried your best to bring your hands to his warm, red, and sweaty face. A smile forming onto your own, nothing that he could see through his shut eyes as he lazily kisses your face.

You were happy like this. His hips still stuttering as you could finally hear his own mewls and whines. So soft but definitely there, you giggled to yourself and held him as best as you could.

[yuuchama]

(Leona Kingscholar x gender neutral reader)

Leona had groaned and ranted against you sleeping in his bed all night. "There's no room," he claimed while sprawled out on a mattress wide enough to fit an entire Spelldrive team. If you laid down to claim the bed's edge, he'd kick you to the carpet or nudge you over the side and quickly pretend to be asleep. The hours he spent coming up with excuses and dirty tricks would have been better spent actually sleeping.

Many times he'd yawn and repeat, "what kind of herbivore willingly crawls into the den of a beast?" while keeping you at arm's length. Every time you thought he was out cold and snuck back over, he'd swat you away. It was a raging battle of endurance.

Yet when morning came, Leona sang a completely different tune. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of staying up late. Perhaps he was just done fighting his feelings. At some point he really did fall asleep, allowing you to take over one pillow and the fringed corner of a blanket. They were temporary luxuries.

You awoke with the heavy prince on top of you, each slow breath warm against your ear as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder. His arm curled around your head. Strands of long, dark brown hair stuck to your lips. Sunlight poured through the windows, bringing the dry heat of the day with it. You could have cooled off by moving a leg if the prince hadn't hooked his own knee over your thighs.

"Leona...?" You whispered the name. The pressure of his chest pushing down on yours made inhaling an inconvenience. Your hope that he would wake up was successfully answered by a twitch of his ear against your cheek.

"Leona, I can't breathe." Though still half asleep and uncoordinated, you felt uncomfortable. The sensation of pins and needles danced in your hands, along the bottom of your feet, and you wanted to roll over. Leona's tail tuft began to swish lazily, trailing over the hem of your shirt. Bit by bit, it helped you wake. "I want to get up."

You strained to move out from under the mass of muscles, grabbing the mattress's edge to pull yourself up. Leona huffed and buried his face further against your skin. There was an odd sensation at the base of your neck. A little damp, a little sharp, and very warm. Leona gently nipped at your throat until you stopped trying to escape.

"Did you just bite me?" Though tired, you were now fully awake and could take in more of the situation. Leona responded with a sleepy grunt. You retaliated with a couple strikes to his side, weakly aiming for the only spots within reach. "You're hot! Let me up!"

It was the wrong course of action. Leona stirred, only to move his arm across your chest and lock both legs around yours. Fingertips grasped at the fabric of your attire. "Be quiet," he grumbled, turning his face towards yours. He knew you'd talk less if your chin had to fight the weight of his head.

You were more stuck than before. "I can't move."

"Should have listened when I warned you." You were nothing more than captured prey in the lion's embrace.

Leona's chest returned to a rhythmic rise and fall as the morning birdsong lulled him back to sleep. You were going to have to put up with his body heat for a few more hours.

[rafesangelita]

…DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER AU

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DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who tend to draw questionable looks everywhere they go— mainly because of puppy. if she’s not running circles around john b, gently gnawing on his finger, or getting into something she’s not supposed to, she’s bickering with jj until she starts crying because of something he said. dad!johnb picked up the nickname due to him being naturally authoritative and protective over puppy!reader. she called him ‘dad’ after he lectured her about eating too much sugar and the name just stuck. despite puppy always having pet tendencies, she didn’t really fall into the headspace until after her and john b got together and they started practicing it regularly. it started when he hand fed her snacks out of his palm as a joke, and slowly but surely it progressed into head patting, dry humping (on john b’s leg..), use of a collar, and eventually some barking and panting here and there..

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who spend their days lounging around the chateau when john b doesn’t have to work, both of them relaxing on the couch while puppy sucks on his fingers. she’s drooling, her spit dribbling down her chin until john b pulls his hand away, instead taking her in his lap where he gives her tummy rubs until she dozes off in his arms. she’s gazing up at dad!johnb with those puppy dog eyes as she whimpers, the sound drawing his attention. he already knows what she’s crying for, his eyes flickering over to her shoes that were thrown haphazardly by the front door. “go ahead and go outside, i’ll be out there right now.” without hesitation, puppy is rushing out the door, john b shaking his head as she trips over her shoelaces. he walks out and sits on the porch steps with a cold water bottle for her, wondering how in the hell she managed to make a huge stack of mud pies already.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who usually have to have a pep talk before the boys come around. “whatever jj tries to get you to do, don’t listen to him,” he warns, “—and remember, you can’t go running to pope with random bugs and asking him what they are, got it?” she nods dismissively and dad!johnb just knows everything he said went in one ear and right out the other. surely enough, puppy ends up doing everything john b told her not to do and she finds herself being locked in the room after rough playing with jj and accidentally crashing into the tv. she just ends up falling asleep on her bed until john b is waking her up with an icecream date as an apology. “birthday cake or cotton candy?” john b is asking her as she presses her face against the glass case displaying all of the icecream flavors in the shop. puppy answers ‘both’ before joining pope and jj in a booth, her and jj separated on either sides. “i love you, pup, but those flavors are horrid.” pope grimaced.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are so icky when the chateau is empty and it’s just them two. john b has her crawling on all fours completely naked, letting her rut herself against him and her pillow, giving her butt rubs as she oral fixates on his cock, making her hold her pee while he edges her time and time again until she’s a whining mess. puppy is crying out, her fingers pulling at the tuft curls of john b’s hair as he fucks into her from below, her knees sitting on either sides of john b’s thighs. she’s licking him, running her tongue along the column of his throat, her lips leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses while he bounces her on top of him. “you’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good, pup..” john b praises, her whimpers being a testament to just how stuffed full she was with john b’s length, his cock rearranging her insides with every thrust, “think you deserve a treat after this, huh?” she’s nodding, not able to speak a single word as all thoughts die in her head.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are very territorial over each other. john b is super aware of the way some guys look at her and can tell when someone is trying to take advantage of her naivety. he keeps her close no matter what, but on the rare occasions where she may wander off or get herself into trouble, john b is quick to swoop in and get her before anyone else could. as for puppy, she’s shameless when it comes to establishing herself as john b’s. she’s draping herself across john b’s lap while they’re at a boneyard party, rubbing her cheek against him as if to coax him into scratching her head, not so subtly grinding on his thigh, and of course it works every time in scaring off anyone trying to get at him. pope and jj are watching everything unfold, both of them not surprised in the slightest as they watch puppy and john b sneak off to the twinkie. “well! there goes our ride back home..” pope sighed, jj still watching the twinkie until he spots puppy’s feet in the air.

୨୧ puppy’s punishments ୨୧ icky chateau activities ୨୧ puppy has a meltdown in her cage.. ୨୧ when dad!johnb monitors your screentime

[kxsagi]

hiiii !!! can u write smth abt the blue lock ppl seeing their s/o with a chiikawa plushie of them 🌹🌹🌹🌹

“𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬”

a/n: I WOULD KILL FOR A CHIIKAWA ISAGI PLUSH

ughhh thank you to my cousin from japan who introduced me to chiikawas they’re so cute

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro

isagi yoichi

isagi opens the box you hand him and pulls out a soft, palm-sized plush that has his exact hair, comically large blue eyes, and a tiny jersey with a teeny “ISAGI 11” on it. 

he blinks. then blinks again. “why do i look like a confused rice ball,” he whispers. 

you’re trying so hard not to laugh, but the plush’s little open-mouth expression is too perfect. he looks perpetually shocked, like he just saw someone miss an open goal. 

“this is my villain origin story,” he says seriously, holding it up next to his face. “this is how people see me?” 

he starts carrying it around the house like it’s a mini-him. sometimes you’ll hear him muttering plays to it like it’s his tactical assistant. “okay, yo-chan, if the defense is in a 4-3-3…” 

when you catch him asleep on the couch with it tucked under his chin, you snap a picture. he claims he only fell asleep once. the picture says otherwise. 

itoshi rin

“what the hell is this.” 

rin is holding it with the most disgusted, betrayed expression you’ve ever seen on a human being. the chiikawa plush version of rin is EMOTIONLESS – straight-line mouth, dull green eyes, arms by its side like it’s judging you. 

“i look like i just filed my taxes.” 

“you look adorable,” you giggle, poking its little tuft of hair. 

“don’t.” 

but he doesn’t hand it back either. instead, he sits down, plush still in his hand, staring at it like it just insulted his flow state form. 

days later, you find it sitting on top of his protein powder tub, with his game controller facing it, like it’s watching him play. 

“is that… your emotional support you?” 

he won’t answer. but you spot it in his gym bag the next morning. 

kaiser michael

“oh. mein. gott.” 

kaiser holds up the chiikawa plush like it’s a sacred relic. “is this my soul in material form?” he asks dramatically. “this is perfection. look at the smirk. the confidence. the tiny BM jacket.” 

the plush is grinning like it just scammed people and got away with it. it has kaiser’s blue streaks in his hair, a tiny smirk, and its little hands on its hips. 

he immediately posts it on instagram with the caption: “even as a plush, i'm still the most iconic person in the room.” 

he makes it his keychain. fans start showing up to games with their own plush-kaisers. you regret everything. 

when you try to borrow it one day, he snatches it back. 

“no. he only rides with me. he’s my co-pilot. i talk to him when you and ness are being annoying.” 

bachira meguru

bachira’s eyes light up like a thousand fireflies the moment he sees it. 

“IT’S ME!!!” he screeches, clutching it to his chest. the plush has the biggest smile, wild hair, and stars in its eyes. 

“he looks like he’d eat crayons and still be the smartest one in the group,” you comment. 

“that’s my spirit animal.” 

he makes a tiny hammock for it out of string and hangs it in his room. whenever you come over, you have to “greet mini meguru” or he won’t let you in. 

sometimes you’ll see him talking to it like a puppet show. 

“hey hey, what should we have for dinner?” mini meguru: stares “ramen? good choice!” 

you once caught him trying to tie a string around its hand to make it do a bicycle kick. it ended with him tangled in yarn and the plush on the ceiling fan. 

itoshi sae

sae stares at the plush for a full ten seconds, silent. “… what is this slander.” 

the chiikawa plush of him has half-lidded eyes, no smile just pursed lips, and arms that look like they gave up on life. 

“this is how people see me? do i look like a depressed tamagotchi to you?” 

“a little bit,” you admit, cackling. 

he rolls his eyes and sets it down… gently. and later that night, it somehow ends up on his pillow. 

“it’s not like i like it or anything,” he mutters when you catch him fixing its little plush bangs. 

next day, you see it buckled in the passenger seat of his car. 

“safety first,” he says, without making eye contact. 

shidou ryusei

“OH HELL YEAH.” 

he snatches it before you even finish unwrapping it. the chiikawa version of shidou looks like it’s ready to commit crimes. its smile is deranged. hair’s messy. eyes wide. you’re kind of afraid of it. 

“look at him. pure chaos. i love him.” 

he names it “murder bean.” 

he uses it to prank people. leaves it in the fridge. hides it in rin’s locker. you once woke up with it sitting on your chest. 

“he’s my son now,” he says proudly. 

“he has your bloodthirsty aura,” you admit. 

“exactly. little man’s already gotten a red card in my heart.” 

he sews it a tiny tattoo sleeve out of sharpie and starts making plush goals so “murder bean” can practice his scissor kicks. someone help him. 

mikage reo

“okay but… why is it so CUTE???” 

he holds the plush like it’s a baby chick. the chiikawa version of reo is sparkly-eyed, grinning, and has a little plush wallet sewn onto it. it jingles. 

“wait, it comes with fake money?” 

you nod. 

“i’m obsessed,” he declares immediately. 

starts calling it “little boss.” keeps it in his blazer pocket like a mob boss with his heir. 

“little boss says i should buy you something,” he tells you with a wink. 

you roll your eyes, but “little boss” gets you a new phone case. 

he makes plush! reo part of all his outfits. sometimes he even poses him next to his new shoes and captions it “we stay dripped.” 

nagi seishiro

“eh… that’s too much energy for me.” 

nagi squints at the plushie of himself like it just asked him to stand up. the plush is floppy, lazy-eyed, with its mouth in a small ‘o’ like it just yawned. 

“… actually, never mind. that’s pretty accurate.” 

he starts carrying it around because “if i’m tired, he can nap for me.” 

you’ll find him using it as a phone stand. or resting it on his chest like a plush bro. “he gets me,” nagi says. 

one time, you ask where it is and he points to the bed. “he’s sleeping in. said he didn’t wanna deal with reo today.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢