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[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

after thinking about it, i've decided to remake! this blog will remain as an archive so none of the posts will be deleted or messed with. honestly, i have never been happy with my tagging system and everything always seemed so messy so i think a fresh start will help me. also i think the pressure of having influxes of followers from random posts that "blew up" really gave me anxiety lol i hope the growth on this one will be more steady.

if you want to follow me, i'll be @icepip ! thank you for supporting me here and thank you if you support me there <3

[onismdaydream]

LEMME AT HIM I NEED HIM SO BADLY JUST ONE CHANCEEEEE I WANNA GET MY HANDS ON HIMMM

please please please say more about forced feminization with denji 😁😁😁

denji x fem reader / warnings: forced feminisation, a little manipulation, dub-con, referring to a dick as a pussy, denji in a skirt, maybe ooc denji, mentioning of pissing but as like a little note at the end lmao i wasn't gonna write any kind of fic but i was like FUCK IT i hope u like

Your roommate, Denji, calls out your name from his bedroom. “Did you take my clothes out the machine?” 

Oops.

“No, sorry I forgot.” You call back from your bedroom, wandering out with the intention to meet him in the small corridor since your rooms are next to one another. 

Denji groans loudly, a dramatic display as he pokes his head out. “I have no fucking clothes.” 

It takes all your strength not to start laughing at him — you didn’t realise all his clothes were to be washed and thought he would wait a day. Thankfully he doesn’t notice the way you turn your head and hide your face to compose yourself.��

“What am I supposed to wear? I can’t walk around naked!” 

“I have clothes you can borrow until they’re dry.” You grin when Denji scowls at you, almost grimacing at the mere suggestion. “That’s all I’ve got Denji; wear something I’ve got or walk around naked your choice.” 

This time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when Denji opens your bedroom door and reveals himself, clad in his boxers and a thin and tight tank top you’d offered him. 

“It looks good on you.” 

Denji growls, baring his teeth but softens. “Don’t you have anything else? You have tons of big shirts. I don't want to wear your girly shit.” 

“Why not? It looks good on you.” He glares at you.

“I have no pants.” 

“I have a skirt that goes with the top.” 

“I told you I’m not wearing girl stuff! I’m a boy! I’m a man — I don’t wear skirts!” 

This time, Denji refuses to come out of your bedroom after you’d given him the skirt. It was one of the girliest you owned, short and bubblegum pink just to really drive home the point. You’ve known Denji for long enough to know his weak points and how to convince him into this. 

“Come on, it can't be that bad.” You coo through the door. 

“Fuck you! It looks terrible! Go away so I can go back to my room.” 

“That doesn’t make sense just come out!” 

It’s silent for a few moments and you begin to reach out for your door handle. You never heard him lock it but you had been trying to respect his privacy in your room. Before you could touch the metal handle, the door swung open from the other side. 

Denji is bright red in the face, almost teary eyed as he turns away and folds his arms across his chest like a pouting child. Letting your eyes trail down to the skirt, you realise why he was so hesitant to come out. The skirt was lifted at the front from his erection, folding over the peak of his cock. 

“I’m not talking about it—“ He starts but folded easily to your hand on his chest that keeps him in place before he has the chance to move. Denji still can’t look at you and it serves to encourage you. 

“You’re so pretty in your outfit.” You coo, a higher pitched voice and almost mocking. He swallows thick and you can see his throat bobbing while his skin is hot to your touch. “Do you feel pretty?” 

“No.”

“That’s a shame.” You pout and your hands begin to trail along his clothed erection. “Because you are very pretty — pink suits you.”

His bottom lip wobbles, protruding as he tries to bottle everything. There’s a whirlwind of emotions that tear through him both good and bad and it confuses him greatly. Denji should hate this, absolutely despise the way he feels and looks in such tight and revealing clothing; yet when he put the skirt on, his dick decided now was the time to wake up and never go back to sleep. 

“Say it, Denji. Say you’re a pretty girl.” He hums in refusal, gripping onto the skirt at his sides tightly. Trying to be respectful, trying not to lash out against one of the few people in his life who shows him any kind of love. “If you say it, I’ll touch your pussy.” 

There’s no way to deny his twitching cock in reaction to your promise. The idea that he has a pussy and you can touch it is doing more for him than it should. Disgusting but he’s leaking all over his boxers. 

“I’m—“ Denji curses under his breath and exhales finally. “Fuck it, I’m a pretty girl!”

“Good girl.” You praise him and pull his cock from his boxers, keeping the skirt hanging over his tip as you stroke him. “You are a pretty girl, so pretty and good.” 

While he still can’t look at you, Denji lets his forehead rest against your shoulder and melts into your touch. Sweet words of encouragement and praise in his ear while you stroke his ‘pussy’ and wrap your arm over his shoulders. You could hear every small whimper and whine as you twist your wrist and squeeze his tip, letting him leak all over the skirt. 

“We should let your hair grow out all nice and long, you can borrow my makeup and clothes.” You hum and Denji inhales your sweet scent. “New house rule: you gotta wear skirts and tight tank tops only from now on.” 

He groans but it tapers off into a moan, holding you by the hips and pulling you closer. At the end of the day, he’s just a little baby when you pull and tug him in all the right ways. 

“You like when I call you pretty, don’t you?” Your thumb swipes over his slit and feels all the precum that’s leaking into the skirt. “You’re so wet for me sweetheart.” 

It doesn’t take long before Denji is rocking his hips into you, moaning and panting pathetically while begging you to keep going. You continue praising him, complimenting him and his ‘pussy’ and you wanna see him ruin your skirt. Denji cums with a whine, gripping onto you tight and burying his face into your neck as you pepper kisses along his. His cum was mostly caught by the underside of your skirt, but some dribbled along your hand. When you peeled yourself away from a still pink Denji, he watched with a hanging jaw as you clean your hand with your tongue. 

“Here,” you say after taking a moment to ogle at the large, dark stain he made on your pink skirt. “You can change into this — unless you prefer that top.” 

You tossed over the largest shirt you had, something that would drown Denji enough that it would cover his boxers too. He mumbles but doesn’t argue, still coming down from his high after you had just touched his cock and he came from you calling him pretty. 

Bonus thought: Denji kinda likes and hates you forcing him to sit on the toilet when he pees like a girl. If u catch him standing he’s getting punished (idk what the punishment is but) 

[onismdaydream]

i might be um okay. im thinking about higuruma right now so i think that's helping

[onismdaydream]

popping in again to post a little snippet because i kinda like it and idk i feel proud of it which is a nice change of pace so yeah

[onismdaydream]

hii i know im just a stranger on the internet but just popping by to say i love your writing and i always smile seeing your posts - AND you have worth beyond that, and if you need some time away we will love and support you no matter what <3

sorry i'm responding a little late but i did see this and it almost made me cry. i've never been good at accepting compliments/anything positive so i'm not sure what to say but thank you. it means a lot to me, truly ❤️

[onismdaydream]

heyy omg I saw ur most recent post, I hope you are okay 🫶🏼 are you gonna be making a new acc???

thank you, im doing a bit better now. not as self destructive or deprecating but still kinda in a weird spot.

i'm leaning towards remaking just because i think it'll be nice to have a fresh start but its not official yet. if i do decide to do it, i'll set up the whole account before i make an announcement. this way i have the basic stuff done and everything looks nice.

[onismdaydream]

im thinking about remaking because i feel extremely paranoid and anxious with this blog. i think it might be because i have these specific expectations that i'm not even aware of. like i feel like a fraud because x, y, and z and that plays into me getting anxious/self doubting and then i start to spiral and the cycle repeats. i still do enjoy writing and interacting with other fans so i don't want to give up entirely, so im hoping if i move and have a fresh start, i'll feel better.

i'm gonna try to think about it for another day or so but idk i just wanted to say something in case anybody has any thoughts/suggestions :(

[onismdaydream]

still on a break technically but hearing that sweetpea's account is gone is actually heartbreaking. im not sure if she deactivated (i certainly wouldn't blame her if she did, based on the horrible and vile comments she received) or if her account got terminated but either way, it's so saddening to see someone so talented and wonderful and clever leave.

she was my first mutual here. she was someone who talked to me when others didn't and it's because she's such a genuine person. she didn't try to be someone she isn't even when there were so many that made accounts purposely to call her out and cancel her. she never did anything wrong. she posted her writings with clear and concise labeling and stayed in her own sphere as to not upset anyone. but, still, there were countless anons that called her slurs and threatened her physical violence and death and she didn't even post all of them. i can only imagine the pain that she endured simply for writing.

as i drifted away from resident evil, i, unfortunately, drifted away from her. we hadn't talked in a while but i still cherish every conversation we did have. she's an incredibly talented writer and i can't stress how unique and fresh her style was. it's what made her fics stand out to me. i could pick sweetpea's writing out in a lineup of a hundred fics. people tried to copy her, stole words directly from her writing, took her ideas and claimed them as their own, and still, she kept going. she's so much stronger than i am and i am so frustrated that people who can't use the simplest features of this website were most likely the reason for her departure.

[onismdaydream]

sorry im really actually um. gonna take a break because i feel so not stable every time i come here. sorry

[onismdaydream]

cw: pervy choso, implied chubby reader, you wearing a bikini/swimsuit,

despite how cranky you can get because of the hot weather, you do love summer more than you can admit. something about the sun beaming down on you, cold water tickling your toes, the laughter that is seemingly never endless during this time, makes you feel content.

you and your friends visit the beach on one of the hottest days of the year. its a spacious place, not filled with as many people as you were expecting there to be, but it's another group of guys there that mirrors your own group. they're all entirely too handsome for their own good, sweet and flirtatious as they offer a round of volleyball with your friends.

you stay back though, offering to watch everybody's stuff as you sit under the sun. its calm there; the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, your friends raucous laughter, their screams of fun. you lay back on your beach towel, your forearm resting over your eyes when you remember that you hadn't put on any sunscreen.

lazily, you reach over into your bag, digging around until you can find what you're looking for, squeezing some out on your hand as you lather your arms, stomach, and legs up. when its time for your back, you go to call one of your friends but hesitate. you don't want to interrupt their fun for something so small, so you snap your mouth shut as you try to scan the near area for someone to—

oh. is he apart of the guys' group? you think to yourself as you suddenly lock eyes with a very handsome, toned man. he's paler than ever, his dark hair wrapped up in two cute little buns on the top of his head, his eyes dark, his mouth pulled tight as he suddenly freezes when he realizes he's been caught.

"can you help me?" you ask kindly when the man finally blinks. you hold up the sunscreen in his direction with a smile and a tilt of your head, friendly. he only stands there for a few seconds before clearing his throat, crossing the few feet between you two as he stands before you.

"you're with that group, right?" you ask him, nodding your head over to where everyone plays volleyball. the man looks, his eyes wide, a little unnerving, before he turns back to you, nodding.

"yeah," he says plainly, sticking his hand out to shake yours. "here with my brother and some friends. I'm Choso."

you give him your name as well, before you hand off the sunscreen, flipping over onto your stomach without preamble. Choso hesitates for just a second, hopes you don't have eyes in the back of your head at how he ogles you. you're just so pretty, with your sweet smile and round ass, cellulite dimpling your skin, makes him have to adjust his hardening cock in his swim trunks.

he'd been watching you ever since you and your friends came on the beach. watched how they linked up with Yuuji and his friends, how you stayed behind, how pretty and soft your stomach looked with every breath you take. he can't believe he's so close to you now, he thinks, as he kneels over you, his knees on either side of your soft looking hips.

Choso's hands shake as he squirts the sunscreen into his palm, rubbing them together, breath heavy as he nears your skin. if he were to sink any lower, you'd be able to feel how his cock strains against the fabric, feel it rest over the curve of your ass. he restrains himself though, splaying his hands over your upper back as he slowly starts to massage the cream in. without thinking, he blurts out,

"your skin is very soft." he regrets it almost immediately, freezing in his spot over you, wonders if you'll start throwing a fit and push him off of you. but instead, you laugh, your eyes closed as you rest your cheeks on your crossed arms.

"thank you! I try to exfoliate often." you smile, eyes still shut as you sigh softly when he resumes rubbing the sunscreen on you. his palms are big and rough, as they massage it in, working over a knot you've had in your shoulder blade for entirely too long. you sigh when he kneads it out softly, body a pile of goo as Choso breathes entirely too heavy above you.

if he closes his eyes, he can imagine himself sinking right inside of you. your breathy little sigh of contentment as his tip kisses your womb, his hips snug against the curve of your ass. he can already see the way you'll look at him from over your shoulder, all low and seductive, pretty, smiling at him with a look that tells him to devour you whole.

"your hands are so nice." your voice brings him out of his fantasy, makes his jolt in place from surprise. "you ever think about becoming a masseuse?" Choso grumbles under his breath at the thought, hands toying with the back of your bathing suit as he tells himself to bite the bullet.

"never considered it. can I untie this?" he says it all in one breath, afraid that if he doesn't spit it out now, he'd lose the courage to do so. you still from under him, suddenly getting the feeling of being watched entirely too closely, of baring your jugular to a predator in the wild. but you agree nonetheless.

"uh, yeah, go ahead." you tell him quietly, barely getting the words out when he pulls the string undone. you swear you hear him sigh, goosebumps raising on your skin at the way he squirts entirely too much sunscreen on your back, the quiet groan under his breath when he rubs it in down your flank too, too close to your tits beneath you.

Choso inches further and further down, his hands gripping your waist as he kneads your skin. his cock hangs low with its hardness, barely skimming your ass, makes your eyes bolt open in surprise. but you don't say anything, just look over your shoulder at the man, whose focus is solely, solely, on working the sunscreen into the divot of your lower back, inching closer and closer to the top of your ass—

"hey, bro, come join us for a game!" a deep voice similar to Choso's rings out, suddenly pulling you both out of the trance you've fallen into. Choso's eyes snap up to yours guiltily, both of you stuck, unsure of what to do next. he's sure that you're definitely going to kick him off now, especially when you glance down and find his cock straining to get out of his swim trunks.

but instead, you signal for him to tie your top back up, licking your lips once as he shakily ties it up for you. "meet me in the unisex bathroom in a few minutes, okay? I wanna thank you for putting the sunscreen on my back."

and something tells Choso, that you'd like to do more than just thank him.