#he screams every time you touch him bc he thinks he's in trouble

[love-fictional-ppl]

Bf!James Headcanons

Summary: sfw + nsfw headcanons for bf!james

Pairings: James Potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, platonic!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily evans x fem!reader

Warnings: language, James is a simp, nsfw stuff duh, underage drinking, switch!james, boobjobs, mention of pegging, cum (idk i think im js kinda fascinated by cum), oral(male and female receiving), breeding, slight choking, contraceptives, way more I just don’t feel like listing.

A/N: characters are set in their 7th year.

SFW:

First off, we all know this man is a simp for his girl. Like he is down bad.

This man will go and buy you candy from Honeydukes, he will buy you all sorts of stuffed animals, you name it.

Give him homemade gifts! He loves it! Collages, bracelets, small gift baskets, flowers and flower crowns

James absolutely loves when you have a shared class with him, the way you walk hand in hand to the class and sit a seat away from him. He constantly is passing notes back and forth with you and getting in trouble for it, but he doesn’t care one bit.

Sirius loves to tease James for how “pussy whipped” he is. James can’t even deny it.

Permanent puppy dog eyes when he looks at you.

Surprisingly good at gossiping with.

You steal his clothes and he is perfectly fine with it, in fact he prefers it. Sometimes he’ll even bring you a random piece of his clothing bc he wants you to wear it.

You were James’ date to the Yule ball. Sirius spiked the punch. Remus was a victim of the punch.

Oh god. One time the marauders went out to the shrieking shack and got super drunk, James wouldn’t stop whining for you. When the boys came back they sent Lily to fetch you. You got stuck sitting with one very intoxicated James Potter in the common room, you both wound up falling asleep on one of the sofas. The next morning you were woken up by James running to throw up.

Loves to take you on picnics next to the Black Lake. This boy can’t help spoiling you.

He just sneaks in the kitchens and the house elves give him all the food for your dates.

James’ parents adore you, their house is practically your second home.

You come to every quidditch game, you wear one of his scarves and wear as much gryffindor clothing as you can.

You scream James’ name and cheer for him, you give him a kiss after each game and you give him a little more than kiss when they win.

Play with his hair. He will start purring.

He smells like grass, sandalwood, cigarettes from sitting next to Sirius and aftershave

Will use your lotion, perfume, lipgloss, chapstick, boy don’t care.

NSFW:

Oh my lord. James is in love with your body. He wants to touch every part of you all the time.

mating press, full Nelson, cowgirl, missionary are his favorite positions. And let me tell you, he knows how to hit.

Boob jobs. He’s obsessed with them, he loves to make it messy by cumming all over your face and tits.

Ultimately James is a sub leaning switch. He’ll fuck you just how you want tho don’t worry.

James loves trying new things. He will come to you with porno magz he snatched from Sirius asking you timidly if you want to do that stuff.

He has the highest sex tolerance ever. James’ always hard and always needs to go, he can fuck 3-4 rounds b4 he’s down.

Peg him.

He’s so loud when he’s subbing. James will moan and whine and babble at you. When he’s in charge tho… he’ll dirty talk and groan and grunt, occasionally a whimper.

He loves to cum on you, on your face, tits, ass, thighs, pussy. He wants to see you drenched in it. He loves how messy and gross you look after.

James loves to cum inside of you also, he has a massive breeding kink. He will keep pumping you with his loads, so make sure to tell him to stop and learn sum morning after spells.

Prefers giving head over receiving. Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs but he loves the taste of your pussy a tad bit more. James eats like a god too. He will overstimulate you just so he can slurp up your juices.

The blowjobs are great in their own way, the soft warmth of your mouth, how expertly you work his cock, oh and the gag reflex that drives him crazy. He almost busts on the spot.

He loves to fuck you in the showers after his games, his way of blowing off steam. After a particularly hard game, his hand may snake around your throat causing your vision to blur and you to lose your breath.

Getting handled by James is the definition of getting manhandled like a rag doll. He forgets his own strength.

He hates condoms, would rather pull out or some other contraceptive.

Baby is definitely a pervert and steals your panties, you know but just don’t care since he always returns them. He takes them to sniff and lick sometimes James wraps them around his cock and masturbates to the thought of your tight little cunt.

He is a fan of degradation and praise, giving and receiving.

Mommy kink. He will suck on your tits too, if you could produce milk, he would love it. Just wants you to baby him.

He has really sensitive nipples, do what you want with this info.

Good with after care, he’ll clean himself up then grab washcloth and wipe you down, afterwards lying down, cuddling you and thanking you.

Not proofread! I was bored ash so do what u want with this😭 ngl I kinda wanna write a stepdad!james fic next

[kyoghurts]

THE FALL IN THE MOONLIGHT ༺ ˎˊ-

mashle / rayne ames x gn reader

synopsis. rayne is more than willing to surrender his love to you. only if you’ll let him.

content. suggestive in its finest details. 2k wc. makeout sesh. dirty talk (???) reader is semi-toxic bc of their avoidant attachment tendency (not really further explained). drunk & a tinge of jealous rayne. literally the most shameless thing i’ve ever written.

you’re the epitome of a mantrap, and rayne ames is here to testify.

in the heart of the forest where moonlight weaves through ancient oaks, a mystical feast unfolds; a riot of colors and sounds demand the earth to swallow its boundaries. reality thickens with haze, blurring into a heady and intoxicating dream.

his pulse is in the throbbing bass of the music, pulling bodies in the rush; losing yourself with the rhythm. it vibrates through his bones, as if his body is in a bottle shaking itself, which he’s sure is the root cause of his dizziness. definitely not the butterbeer he’s consumed for the past two hours, his limits in shackles.

and most definitely not because he’s guarding you at a safe distance, ready to pull you away if the situation calls for it.

he’s standing across the field like an outcast, untouched. placing himself in a heavy and uncomfortable setting startled the masses, in any case, he’d shut this public rave party any time. or he’d leave them in their wild abandon for all he cares.

but what’s more alarming is that you’re here, a figure of soon to be in equal standing of his status. a figure of slight-authority—you’re getting there— and he makes sure you’ll get there.

which is why he’s stuck in this predicament, regardless of his principle.

this is not mandatory (he’s had enough of parroting himself every time your laugh annoyingly echoes within the trembling walls of his heart. his ears chasing your voice within the cacophony of sounds.) but his limbs are tied to your feet, wherever you go, he’ll follow without question. (he wonders if you notice this, and he’s not talking about now. you’ve always pulled him in your gaze, at the end of an abrupt sentence with no period of conclusion. he wonders what you think of him, or what magic you truly have lurking beneath your fine smiles and lingering touches and liquid stardust soaked on your tongue.)

(he wonders what sort of face you’ll make if he so bold as to pierce you with “what are we?” in a waking reality. and he can’t save himself for the things his mind conjures up once he seals your lips in his hungry ones. it’s a crime against fairness, then again, when have you ever played fair with him?)

whatever it is that sits between the two of you, it’s crawling beneath skin and muscles and even bones. a parasite gnawing and coiling around his insides, a devil’s ivy somehow caught in his throat; the distance of you and him isn’t helping either, it feels like you’re miles and miles apart. if he calls you out now, will you finally be able to hear his unbearable longing for you?

the music goes louder, his presence more quieter.

that didn’t take long until he finds you shrinking back in disgust when a guy smiles wickedly at you with an all-knowing intention. if he’s asking for trouble, it’s a broken face and teeth he’ll get.

the air is too thick with tension that’s palpable enough to make your breathing so difficult right now. in fact, you can’t even feel your lungs, your breath’s shallow and uneven. you feel rayne’s broad chest flushed against yours, heaving as he pants. and—fuck. your whole body is shaking and your knees are about to give in to the anxiety crashing you in harsh tides.

your mind is hurling at you to shove him off of you. now. you want to scream. you want to cry. blood is going to draw from your lips if you don’t stop biting them real hard. you try to swallow, anything, as he pulls you closer, practically crushing any possible space between you and him. his right arm is pressed against the bark of the tree, atop of your head, and his left is carefully hovered around your waist, just barely enough to drive you mad. his head is craning towards behind, occasionally turning left and right on high alert.

you’re fairly certain he’s keeping himself composed, despite the enclosed space forced upon him. he’s always been like this. so cautious, so careful. he’s everything you’re not. and god knows how many times he’s dealt with such things because of you. you bite the insides of your cheek, the guilt on your mouth is deserving of punishment. you both stay like this for—how many minutes has it been? ridden with hesitance, you try to whisper, “..i think they’re gone-”

“where are they ?!”

howls of skin deep fury travels across the entire forest, causing your trembling hands to cling onto rayne’s neck, squeezing your head in his chest as much as you can, trying to suppress a gasp filled with crippling dread. suddenly you feel hot, warmth envelops your sides, his hand are now around your back. the way he puts pressure while rubbing you is gentle and coaxing—something that’s almost sacred and fleeting.

his lips are on your head, hushing you, “shh, stay quiet.”

you hug him tighter than anything. not wanting to let go anymore.

if it’s his heartbeat or yours that’s drumming resonantly around the shell of your ear, you’re not sure. but you start pouring your focus on his embrace instead. his scent engulfs you, all woody and intoxicating. you take a long and deep breath, unhurried; the asshole’s presence still lingers at the edge of your mind, but his ugly and angry expression is a blur compared to the present. you feel rayne’s fingers stroke your hair, and you can think about nothing except the way his chest slowly comes to its normal pace of breathing each moments that quietly pass.

the sound of the party is distant. cicadas invite you to a place of nature’s refuge. your face is still buried close to his figure, but you get the sense that he doesn’t mind, not when his grip remains the same.

your eyes are shut when he sighs, soft yet reverberating. “you’re insufferable.”

“thank you.” you say, breathy and half-teasing. just trying to make anything light, even if there’s a tremor in the tone of your voice. “you could’ve handled the situation better though.”

“says you. you should’ve left him with me and flipped him off.”

“i thought you hated me. so i didn’t.”

the stroking stopped. hesitant.

he retrieves, and for a second you think you fucked up. really fucked up. you can see his eyes glisten through the dark night with—such messy, incomprehensible emotions. his jaw clammed and taut, as if he’ll never forgive himself if he opens his mouth and let himself free.

“i don’t hate you.” each word is emphasized, each breath is betrayed. “god you’re- are you serious?”

“i’ve been avoiding you, rayne. it’s only valid to hate me-”

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

you could be scared by now. but you’re not. this isn’t some guy who tried to fuck you all over like that ex of yours who showed up unannounced and started harassing you for no apparent reason. this isn’t anyone who’s taken so much of you that on some days, you don’t really know who you’re looking at in the mirror. this isn’t anyone else who you tried to impress for the eye to behold—this isn’t anyone who tolerates that bullshit.

this is rayne ames, one of—or probably the first one to have you bound by whatever laws of the universe has in its power, the one who has your heart wrapped in an unexpected gentleness, one who you truly felt so deeply about you could call it love—you don’t know the feeling well, but you do know this one’s real. because rayne has always told the truth, how there’s nothing to hide even if he doesn’t speak of it.

his golden beautiful eyes hold so much promises. and maybe he’s telling you now that you don’t have to hide any longer, too.

your lips curl into a frown. “i’m sorry.”

his hands pull you by the waist, with slight pressure, intense stare. “you better be.”

you huff a chuckle, “i am, rayne.”

“show me.” it could be the alcohol (even if its in a very small amount, you could guess that rayne is a lightweight and butterbeer is no exception), but you notice the faint pink dappled on his cheeks. you’re tempted to trace your thumb across his double-lined marks, feel his warm skin against your cold palm.

instead, you brush the side of his hair and slightly fiddle his ears, his piercing catches light. you see him visibly wavering, half lidded gaze and quiet but nervous exhales. you fight back a smile, “how do you want me to show it, hm? tell me.”

“please—” he gasps when you lean closer, heat permeates the little space in-between, “i want you to kiss me.”

and you did. caramel-sweet meets your bitter taste heart.

its almost an imperceptible touch of the lips, slow and gentle and careful. as if it’s a whisper of a lover’s affection. the way you kiss is deliberate and measured, allowing him to pause and savor the softness. you find this rather strange—as if you haven’t felt vulnerability in this way, but that you find it’s comforting. each slight movement is intentional, it feels so intimate that you want it to last forever.

a prolonged, low moan escapes him. he explores you, down to your waist then to the hips and—“is this okay?” he parts, voice almost swallowed when you longingly chased his lips back, but you had to notice one of his hands is hovered over your thigh, and you nod as if the answer should’ve been obvious. you feel safe with rayne for him to touch you in places you’re most ruined. in places you’ve never let anyone come close to. he’s all yours.

he gives your thigh a nice squeeze, before he returns your kisses with much, much less measured and more passionately— so raw in his wake. it’s whole and messy and uncharted. you can’t help but let out a faint mewl, the searing sensation of pent up longing courses through his rushed veins.

his tongue slides against yours, permission being granted with your mouth slightly agape. every touch feels electric, wires buzzing and drunken wants flaring.

you want it—the cautious and protective rayne, the arduous desires and the saccharine taste. he gives you one lasting kiss before he moves to your temple, then to your ear with quick nibbles. he says something, a bit muffled, a bit tantalizing as you shiver, “you’re dangerous, you know that?”

even as your mind is in a hazy state, you’re sober enough to give a solid response. “you like the dangerous anyway.”

“i do.” he proceeds with your neck, wet and sloppy for the impatience he has of you. “makes me want to do dangerous things to you.”

it’s warm, so incredibly warm that you can’t breathe but you want that, too.

you tell this to him in the form of roughly grabbing a fistful of his hair as he sucks that specific spot on your neck, near to your collarbone. earning a satisfied hum from you— fuck it, you think, you want everyone to know you’re his. you’re not going to escape what the universe had so thoughtfully granted you and you’re never going to hide the truth.

“let me take care of you tonight.”

you smile, resolute and profound. “i want you, not just tonight, but your everyday’s, rayne. all of it.”

he spent many nights wanting you and your everydays, and he’ll spend the rest finally giving you what no one else can.

you’re truly the epitome of a mantrap, rayne ames is more than willing to surrender to you completely.

tags. @seneon @caelivir hi <3 gn yal honk shoo mimimi

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I had a dumb idea that I wanted to ask, how would Ken and Barbie react to a new Ken who's supposed to be a superhero (K man or something) thing is there's no criminals or supervillains in barbie land to fight so for most of the time their either crouching over buildings overdramatically monologuing their thoughts/past or hiding in their not so secret base

The "overdramatic monologue" is giving ATSV!Ben Riley hsahggs

.........

Ken

You're a new Ken doll who was meant to be a superhero (and you were an instant hit with the kids back in the Real World).

But Beach!Ken thought you were just another rival trying to compete for Stereo!Barbie's attention, especially when you have such a cool costume and look badass 24/7.

So he's got his eye on you.

Yet you don't really have a Barbie and you're certainly not trying to get anybody else's Barbie.

You're just Ken-Man (or Super Ken, K-Man, or whatever Mattel decided to call your alias), the lone savior, protector, and guardian of Barbieland.

Except..there's not really much for you to save, protect, or guard in the first place.

Barbieland's more or less a utopia. There's no supervillains or an archnemesis for you to fight, nor is there any crime.

So when Ken's standing alone on the beach one night, he spots you crouching on the ledge of one of the buildings, and he can see you looking around.

He goes closer for curiosity's sake (and to distract himself bc he's bummed out he couldn't stay at Barbie's dreamhouse), and hears you monologuing.

"Just another windy night in Barbieland..it's cool, refreshing, and calming. It's like my conscience in a way. It's at peace knowing that I've kept this city safe once again. I hope every Barbie, Ken, and everydoll in-between sleeps soundly-"

"What are you doing up there, Ken?"

When you see Beach!Ken staring up at you, you jump down and land (to which he jumps back, surprised you didn't break a leg), thrilled that some doll finally approached you.

"Ah! You caught me monologuing."

"Mono...what?" He blinks, dumbfounded.

"Just spilling my thoughts, dear citizen. Nothing to worry about." You smile brightly behind your mask, although you see that he looks annoyed. "What troubles you on this quiet night, Ken?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just mad that Ken kept trying to show off and dance with Barbie at her party tonight. He did backflips in front of her! It's not fair, why can't I do that??"

"Ohhh you mean this?" You perform a single backflip, but he glares at you, ready to snap.

"I wanna know how to do that. Teach me."

"Wait...didn't you injure yourself when you tried to go surfing earlier today?"

"...you saw that?"

"Of course. I see everything from my not-so-secret base."

"....AND you have a house?!!!" He screams, causing you to take a step back.

But you quickly realize he's just insecure and thinks he pales in comparison to the other Kens when trying to impress his Barbie.

And you having a cooler job than "Beach" certainly doesn't help matters...

You're a compassionate hero, though, looking to see past his initial hostility and offer to train him on doing backflips, front flips, etc.

He gets cocky and it...doesn't go so well as he slips on a rock and faceplants onto the pavement (luckily he doesn't break anything this time).

Instead you take him to your not-so-secret base to train in a safe environment, and he gets better with practice.

He's very jealous of all the cool tech you have (including a security robot who's similar to Closet from Life in the Dreamhouse, except not hostile at all) and you gotta refrain him from touching anything.

Once he realizes you're not trying to impress his Barbie, he becomes buddies with you--though you treat him more like a sidekick.

Barbie

"Hello, Barbie!"

"Oh hi, Ken!"

She's seen you around Barbieland a lot, especially in the late hours of the night.

You're one of the coolest Kens she's seen, although she's surprised there wasn't some superheroine Barbie already around (or maybe there was...she doesn't know for sure, but it doesn't matter).

While she doesn't fully understand your monologues regarding your past (whether it's about being responsible with your "powers" or whatever origin story Mattel decided to cook up for your character), she finds your words admirable, your deeds heroic, and your personality charming.

When she's on the beach or taking an evening drive, she'll often look for you on the rooftops and wave.

You always wave back, of course.

But immediately lose your train of thought if you were monologuing at the time.

That's okay though, bc you had an oath to keep Barbieland crime-free (and not waving back to a Barbie was something only a criminal scumbag would do).

Even though this place lacks criminal activity and supervillains, you do often help citizens with mundane troubles.

Some call upon your aid and you're there instantly.

Plus, you have a "super sense" that alerts you to imminent danger, allowing you to arrive just in time.

For instance, when Barbie falls from her dreamhouse instead of floating down, you suddenly swooped in to save her before she could hit the ground.

"Are you okay, Barbie??" You worry, having never seen her fall before.

It's not the first time you've ever seen a doll fall, however.

"I-I....yeah, Ken! I'm fine! I'm great!!" She's embarrassed that you saw her at such an "imperfect" moment, stumbling out of your arms. "Thanks for saving me."

"Of course, it's my job to protect all of you." You smile.

Although after she leaves in her car, you frown a bit, worried that she's in more trouble than she's willing to admit..

Maybe you oughta report to Weird Barbie.

[jinxiguess]

GONE characters in a british highschool

this is like the stupidest post ive ever made also disclaimer i know NOTHING about the american school system so i think half of them are probably in the wrong years also i didn't want to put all of them in the same year so ignore how some of their ages dont even match up😭

SAM

year 11

ALWAYS forgets ingredients for food tech

and then burns everything

and then forgets to take it home and just leaves it in the fridge at the end of the day

never remembers to put money in his school account and quinn has to buy him lunch every single day

sleeps through maths

has the most obvious crush on astrid and the entire school knows

ASTRID

year 11

made it her life goal to get head girl when she was in year 7

and got it ofc🤭

try hard in every single class

and top set in everything

always has so much stationery

goes to homework club EVERY SINGLE DAY

besties w the librarian

somehow oblivious to the fact sam likes her

QUINN

year 11

always late to every lesson no matter WHAT

somehow keeps ending up front row in school fights and gets interrogated abt them

"can i go to the toilet?" and takes like 20 laps round the school before he comes back

takes 0.5 pictures of everyone

sells overpriced sweets at lunch and makes bank

threatens to fight people after school but never does

joined the football team but nobody ever passes to him bcs he cant play to save his life

EDILIO

year 10

accidentally downloaded a virus on one of the computers and nearly got expelled

gets squashed in the lunch queue

buttons up his blazer to look smart

makes sam join clubs with him so he isnt alone (he's scared of the year 8s)

tried to feed the seagulls outside the school

hangs out in the library w roger and denies that they're dating but literally everyone knows

so bad at pe that he doesnt even bother bringing his kit anymore n just gets sent to iso

LANA

year 11

literally never in class

vapes in the toilets w diana

ALWAYS in iso

dated quinn for like a week in year 8

somehow pulls absolutely everyone

so popular but everyone is also scared of her because one time she scrapped w drake and bashed his head in

brings alcohol to EVERY party

CAINE

year 11

head boy even though he does NOT deserve it

leads the year 7s to the wrong side of the school

pe try hard (screams "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET THE BALL" at his teammates)

year 7s all have a crush on him

acts like he caught a disease after he touches a year 8

has like 60% attendance but the teachers still love him

never goes to form

always shoving in the canteen queue🙄

gets way too competitive over kahoot

literally never been sent to iso except that one time he shoved drake off his chair in the middle of class

DIANA

year 11

rolls her skirt up and always gets in trouble for it (and refuses to roll it back down)

vapes in the toilets w lana

sprays entire bottles of perfume every time shes near the year 7s

and then makes friends w them specifically to slag them off later

stalks the teacher's socials

uses xx or 💋 after EVERY SINGLE TEXT

has a pandora bracelet and wears different charms on it everyday

somehow untouched by school air

DRAKE

year 11

"WHAT DID I EVEN DO???" every time he gets sent out of class (he was literally jumping on the tables)

starts like half the fights in the entire school

scraps outside tesco like every single day

LOBS paninis at the year 7s

steals tesco trolleys

should probably just go live in iso atp

got kicked off the football team bcs he wouldnt stop slide tackling

literally on the verge of being expelled

DEKKA

year 10

1000% done w everyone elses shit

sits in empty classrooms at lunch n pals w the teachers

way too stressed abt gcses

actually really really good at music

so quiet but somehow everyone knows who she is

used to take the bus to school but decided she didnt want to have to deal w all the year 7s and stopped

got hit in the face w a netball in pe

BRIANNA

year 9

absolutely sprints to the lunch line

gets so mad whenever someone doesnt pass the ball to her in pe

and always fighting w caine in pe

shoplifts from tesco

forgets her pe bag at least once a day n leaves it everywhere

always getting sent out for talking back

LOST the form pet hamster

nearly blew up a science classroom

TAYLOR

year 8

always talking shit about everyone

makes those tips for year 7 videos

defo has pe first on a friday😭

snitches on EVERYONE

makes tiktoks in the bathrooms

spends half the lessons making her titles cursive and pretty

makes fun of the year 7s as if she wasnt one like two months ago

JACK

year 7

GIANT backpack

and probably gets trampled in the corridors

probably wears undertale or harry potter keychains (and gets bullied abt it)

always gets hit by paninis travelling at 1000kmph

got given a top locker and cant reach it

cries when he gets in trouble

PENNY

year 8

rolls her skirt up unevenly

side eyes EVERYONE

vaped in the toilets and taylor snitched on her

REFUSES to wear her blazer

falls over in pe and everyone sighs when she gets put on their team

got put in iso for insulting all the teachers

ORC

year 10

stabs his radnor fizz w a compass and sprays it at all the year 7s

also starts like a million fights

NEVER has a pen

grabs peoples bag straps and yanks them backwards

always steals the year 7's footballs and boots them into orbit

wears black airforces instead of school shoes

and is never ever ever wearing his tie

HOWARD

year 9

keeps getting mistaken for a year 7

hangs out with older kids to look cool

and then brags about it

sells vapes behind the school at break

tries to break up orc's fights and gets flung halfway across the pitches

MASSIVE blazer (looks like a roblox character)

SANJIT

year 10

probably a theatre kid

runs to every class so he isnt late

always skips pe

that one kid who highlights EVERYTHING

somehow manages to record EVERY SINGLE FIGHT (and then sends it to everyone)

holds therapy sessions in the toilets

that one asthmatic kid who screams whenever anyone sprays anything

[heaven-surrounds-you]

your cats... show them to me... please...🙏

I have too many cats but that’s bc I also take care of an outdoor feral cat community. Anyways here’s the indoor cats going in birth order.

MY TUMBLR WONT LOAD THE PICTURES FOR SOME REASON??? ONCE IT DOES ILL SHOW THEM TO YOU.

Beans (5 years old, gray tabby with orange eyes)

Her real name is Athena but when she was a baby she almost got crushed by a family sized can of Bush’s Baked Beans so. Beans.

I trained her to high five and do handshakes last year when I was extremely high and waiting on my food to warm up. I’m currently teaching her the difference between my left and right hand.

Got in trouble last week for ripping open and eating bags of kitten food for the outdoor cats even though she has plenty of food.

Val (4 years old, tortie with orange eyes, Beans’ niece)

Her name is short for Valentine but I mainly just call her Mouse bc she has a very tiny face and big ears

She is married to my dog. They are wives and there’s no debating it.

Her favorite color is dark blue. And her favorite toy is a dark blue spiral hair tie. She chirps whenever she finds it and will carry it around the house.

Cupid (4 years old, brown tabby with a bit of tortie and orange eyes, Val’s sister)

She will mother anything. She loves playing mom.

Insanely moody with me and everybody except Anchovy for absolutely no reason.

Is generally pretty good but will try to kill you if you touch her feet.

Beetlejuice (almost 3, brown tabby with mostly black on his back and orange eyes)

My son. He never stops screaming. He yearns at all hours of the day and has woken me up multiple times.

His name came from the pattern on his back, which I don’t have a good picture of. But it’s mostly black except for two brown stripes that run down his spine, and then he has symmetrical circle shapes on either side of his stomach — which resemble the segmentation of a beetle.

The name also stuck bc he insists that everything is about him and he needs to be the center of attention. He is a menace and has been permabanned from my bedroom for trying to eat one of my joints.

Mr Hyde (almost 3, brown tabby but with a more silvery-tone in the browns, orange eyes, Beetle’s twin)

His name became fitting bc his brother chases and attacks him relentlessly to the point he spends all of his time hiding in the master bedroom closet.

Whenever he comes out he will stand up and give me hugs, so his nickname is Mr Huggy. If you pet him for long enough his eyes drift apart and he purrs while sticking his tongue out.

He’s a sweet little man and has the same beetle-like pattern, just in a cooler tone of browns.

Anchovy (almost 1, orange tabby with orange eyes)

I found him outside getting bullied by the other feral cats with no nearby siblings or momma. He was sick and tiny so I brought him in and took care of him myself. Cupid and Val adopted him and took care of him whenever I wasn’t feeding him. I think he might be inbred or at least stunted bc he’s very very Small for his age but that’s ok bc we love him.

He gets along with literally all of the other cats??? Which is insane to me bc I stg every other day they’ll just start having beef with each other. But he loves them and they love him.

Genuinely has never done anything bad in his entire life. He’s literally always happy and it amazes me. He’s just a little guy and he loves to play. The worst things he’s done has been eating frowup (that was not his) and messing up the blinds trying to eat a stinkbug. He’s just the perfect little boy.

[lymoon00]

i've been obviating tallking about my feelings towards the end of the manga (bnha)

i actually didn't like the ending , but i feel empty .. i was there just for about 3 years but even with that it makes me feel so sad , something inside me can't believe that the manga have finished , and i no longer need to wait til thursday or wednesday (whatever) to see the chpater leaks

now theres nothing that i wait for , that i look forward to , yeah at least the anime is still have some time til it cover the manga but it's different when you waiting for something completely new !

i remember everytime dabi shows in the manga i scream and kick my blanket , i jump with excitment and hug the phone , and show the panels (even when they are tinies) to all my siblings and friends , and the most leaks that have touched me are the last todoroki's arc (ch387-390) i remember how those made me feel , i cried and i overthinked and i missed school every wednesday to see those leaks in time ! (since phones aren't allowed in our schools) that even puts me in troubles bc i missed some exams , but i didn't care all i cared about was dabi , touya and the family , all those were about 6 weeks (with some of them in break) like more than a month , and god i wish i can go back for these days

now that the manga have finished , i can't look forward any updates for dabi , it's almost canon that hes dead , and it hurts so much that hori didn't show us what exactly happened to him in the last chapter , my wish was to see the todoroki's but ... god didn't plan for that ..

i can't stop writing rn , i have kept alot of things inside me all the past days , bc i was afraid of how im gonna collapse while thinking about those things

i saw some posts of people who were saying goodbye for dabi (since the manga is over) but i didn't want to say goodbye , why should i ? idk it hurts so much , i want this man to last forever , and i refuse to believe that his story have finished , even though im aware but something inside me is refusing to believe it ..

what hurts the most that i actually didn't like the end of his story .. but i have no miracle (sadly) to fix the condition

[krembearry]

i do not. like large and immature beasts. why do i keep finding myself in care of them

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Pretty cow hybrid reader who's just so cute and precious that the big strong farmers taking care of her can't help but grab her plush body and fuck her on all their cocks 🥺 she gets so tired that they gotta work together to move her back and forth and up and down on whoever's cock is filling her up 🥺

Oh my god. How could you do this to me

CW: fem reader, cow hybrids, smut, ovulation/heat cycles, breeding, gangbang, double penetration in vagina, borderline bestiality? maybe petplay?? Furry content??? I have no clue how to tag this sksksk it's a mess but it's my mess

Naurrrr bc that's so cute 😖 thinkin bout the big strong farm hands who always look after you, keeping you groomed and well fed. Maybe you're a show cow, going to fairs and cattle shows and winning prizes for your beauty 🥺 your owners treasure you so much, they want the absolute best for their pretty cow girl, and ofc that includes the best care!! You get 24/7 care from a handful of workers who love you to bits 🥰

You're such a good girl that the farmhands don't have to fret too much about you. Occasionally you'll wander somewhere you shouldn't, but one of the guys will lead you back to your pasture without any trouble. You're such a sweetie, always rubbin your cheek against em, silently asking for pets or a yummy treat like an apple or sugar cube. Sometimes they share a beer together at the end of the night and you're laying right beside em, tail flicking happily while one of them pets behind your ears. They're all so good to you and you're so good to them... in so many ways

The first time it happened was an accident, they swear!! You were going into heat for the first time, squirming and moaning, calling out for a mate, for a bull hybrid to come breed you. Your handlers felt so bad for you, they hated keeping you cooped up in your barn stall like that, but they didn't wanna risk any outsiders coming in and hurting you!! They saw how much you were suffering and they didn't want to leave you alone during such a rough time, so they elected on taking shifts with you, staying in your pen and keeping you company.

God... what a bad idea that was.

You were fine at first, pacing your pen, occasionally going to a corner and whining, hips grinding against the air for some kind of friction. The first handler thought you looked delicious, but you were like a pet! He couldn't think about you that way! So he kept himself occupied with a hobby he brought. The second guy couldn't keep his eyes off you, but he kept his hands to himself, adjusting his aching cock every now and then but not acting on his desires, that would be going too far.

The third guy... the third guy was weak 😔 he followed the advice of the first two men, keeping his distance, keeping his mind preoccupied, but you were just too cute! You kept giving him these puppy dog eyes and snuggling close, and each time he gave you pets you would moan. Eventually you ended up presenting to him, physically begging to get fucked and oh god your chubby pussy was so cute and hot and you were dripping wet and it looked so nice and inviting...

The other farmhands came running when they heard you moaning louder, practically screaming. They came in to find the third handler fucking you from behind, his hands barely able to hold onto your plush wide hips. For a moment they were distracted by the loud slapping of his hips against yours, but they came to their senses and pulled him off, scolding him for taking advantage of you, threatening to beat him to death if he ever touched an angel like you again—

But then you started whining, damn near sobbing as you pushed your hips up into the air and wiggled them, grabbing all of their attention.

"P-Please... 's so hot... it hurts..."

They hesitated, looking at each other, unsure. The last thing they wanted to do was see you suffer, but they worried that they'd be crossing a line by giving you the help you needed. They stepped aside for a moment, huddling and whispering to each other before returning to you.

"What's the matter, baby? Where's it hurt?" You spread your legs farther apart, reaching between your legs, hand crawling over your fupa as you gestured towards your clenching hole.

"H-Here... it-it itches..."

"Yeah?" another one asks, his cock straining against his overalls. "Do you want us to try and make you feel better?"

"Yes!! Please!!" you cried, hiccuping. "Need your help, need it so bad, please, it's too much—"

They shushed you, petting along your soft fur to soothe you. One of the men cautiously moved his hand to your cunt, gliding his thumb between your chubby pussy lips before pressing down on your aching clit.

You cried out, and all their restraint left them.

They take turns inside of you, filling up your weeping cunt, trying to quell your desires. They run their hands over your hips, your legs, your plush tummy and arms, squeezing your tits. One of them audibly wonders if they could get you pregnant and make your tits fill up with milk, and the rest can't stop thinking about it. Even when you're out of energy, you still beg for more, beg for them to fill you up and give you calves. It makes them all the more aroused :( they try several positions, on your hands and knees, on your back, legs in the air or around their waist. Their favorite was when two of them stuffed your pussy, filling you up so well you squirted all over them. They praise you the whole time, calling you their good girl, their sweet girl, pretty girl, pretty baby, angel, princess, their words like thick molasses, drowning you in the love you deserved.

By the time you're all done, the group of men are drained and braindead while you're curled up in a pile of hay, sleeping soundly, a content grin on your lips.

They agree to never do this again, to keep you at a distance the next time you go into heat, to protect you and keep you safe. They never keep their promise, always caving in when you beg them so prettily to fill you up, to breed you. You still want a baby, you want their babies, you wanna give your sweet handlers a calf or two. And you're just so sweet and pretty, they can never really resist you :( it's always a group activity, and you always wear them down to practically nothing.

Your farmhands start getting over protective with time, bordering on possessive. Your owners think about getting a bull hybrid so that the two of you can make a few babies, but your handlers convince them not to. The last thing you need is for some huge raging bull to come in and tear you apart. He'd be so careless with you, not caring about your wants or needs, driven only by his pleasure and need to breed you. Poor thing, you'd never survive a bull hybrid!! They're too big, too strong, a bull hybrid's cock would rip you in half and they wouldn't even care.

But it's alright dear, your handlers always have your best interest at heart and would never let anything bad happen to you. You're their prized heifer, their special girl, and they'd go to the moon and back to make you happy 💕 you can always count on them to keep your best interests at heart

[champion-prism]

Fantasies- Toshinori Yagi/All Might

Requested by anon: hello prism!! Do you write young age all might? If you do, can you write one where toshi fantasizes about f!reader and feels bad about it, but cant help it? Maybe he has her clothes or something?

Anon im coming back from the dead to write this bc guilty jerking off is my FAVOURITE thing ever.

Pairings: Young!All Might x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, guilt

Word Count: 1734

Toshinori’s life is a whirlwind right now. He’s getting major attention for his hero work, making sure to be seen publicly at least once a day, staying on call with the fire department in case there’s an emergency and his rescue services are needed, he’s attending classes at university, working out in his spare time, working with Dave on testing new tech and variations to his suit for maximum utility…

...oh, and he’s avoiding you.

Not that you know he’s avoiding you, he’s always sweet when you run into him in the common area of your four person suite, always offers to pour you a drink of lemonade, always asks how your classes are going. He just tries to make sure that he’s not out in the common area while you’re there, preferring to skulk out whenever you go back to your room, because he knows.

He knows that if he runs into you, he’s going to stare at your legs, smooth and pretty looking in those tiny, tiny shorts you’re always wearing, and he knows that if you bend down he’s going to catch a glimpse of your panties. He feels terrible about it, because he has seen your panties- not on purpose! He’s All Might, he doesn’t look up skirts or things like that, he isn’t… he isn’t a pervert.

Truth be told, he’s been rather taken with you ever since he and Dave were assigned to this suite with you and another girl. At first, he supposed he didn’t really care much- roommates had never given him trouble, female or otherwise- but you...you made him feel weird.

You had this gentle tone of voice when he introduced himself, his name softly rolling off your tongue, making him feel this oddest urge to...know what you were thinking. He wanted to talk, he wanted to brag, he wanted to lift something heavy just to show you that he could lift heavy things, even though he was aware that it would be a ridiculous thing to do. It was a ridiculous thing to think, even, as he confided in Dave later.

Dave had just laughed at him.

The urge he got when he saw you, the urge to pull you into a hug and press you flush against his whole body, he didn’t know what to make of it.

Until now.

He’s been sitting in almost darkness in his room for a while now, holding in his hands his varsity “Plus Ultra” jacket that he had put around your shoulders last night, when he’d walked back with you from a late evening lecture. You’d just been to return it, a soft smile on your lips,and now he’s sitting here, jacket in hand, breathing in your scent that was on his jacket, feminine and sweet. He slumps back to lay on the bed, still holding it close, one hand unconsciously smoothening over his crotch. He only notices when he gives himself a light squeeze- the warmth is both pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time, his cock growing hard underneath his sweatpants.

He breathes in.

He is not a pervert.

But is this perverted? Rubbing himself over his sweatpants while breathing in your scent?

How would you feel if you found out?

You’d probably never even look at him again.

His hips buck.

He knows he should get his hand away before this escalates, but grinding into his own palm is just about his only option. He’s not comfortable with casual relationships, and he’s too busy to ever pursue a serious one, and being as busy as he is gives him almost no time to take care of himself.

He sighs as he removes his hand for good, rolling over to his side and grabbing his phone from his bedside table. He needs to distract himself, so he opens up his social media- he’s not necessarily a huge fan of it, but he knows it’s important for a hero like him to have a presence.

He scrolls a bit, almost lazily, but the universe is not on his side. Pretty soon he’s on your page, looking through your pictures with his lower lip between his teeth.

There’s this one picture of you. You’re wearing a short red dress, one that complements your body perfectly, tight in all the right places, with thin straps that show off your beautiful shoulders, ones he wants to kiss all over, bite and suck and leave marks on. His bright blue eyes fix themselves on your thighs- would you like it if he dove between them? If he licked the insides of your thighs, sucking on their softness- would you buck your hips and whine at him to kiss you where you wanted it?

His hand is between his legs again, his sweatpants uncomfortably tight, face half buried in the jacket.

He wishes he could bury his face in your pussy, instead.

The thought is so graphic that he flinches, but his hand stays.

He’s just going to press down a little, to help with the discomfort. He keeps staring at the picture, glancing at your cleavage, but going back to the hem of your dress.

Such a short dress. Hitch it up a few inches and you’d be exposed- had you been wearing those lacy pink panties he got a peek at, once?

Were you even wearing panties at all in this picture?

His mind wanders to how you lounge in your shorts in the common area, those tiny shorts that barely cover your ass, only offering a thin strip of protection to your bare cunt.

Toshi knows it’s not very plus ultra of him to commit the image of you in those shorts to memory, and he’s ashamed of what it says about his self control but he gives in, shucking off his sweatpants and kicking them away, palming himself through his boxers.

He’s just so sexually frustrated.

His cock is hard, straining against them as if threatening to break out of his boxers. He circles the covered head with his fingers, the pleasure too much but not enough.

He doesn’t want his hands. He wants your tongue, wet and pink and swirling gently on his head, pushing at the slit and lapping up his pre.

He’s not the most experienced guy on the block, but Toshi knows that just like the rest of him, he’s a bit larger than life. He wonders how much of him you’d be able to take into his mouth, groaning as he imagines your mouth sucking on his head, your soft hands pumping his length.

Tears in your eyes as you try to take him further into your mouth, but don’t even get a quarter of the way through.

His hand slides inside his underwear, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls further down your page.

Perv, he tells himself, flushing from both embarrassment and arousal. You’re just down the hall from him, sweet and unaware, and he briefly wonders what you’re doing before he begins to wonder what you look like touching yourself.

He can just imagine you, lying on your bed wearing nothing but his large, open jacket, playing with your nipples and rubbing your slit. Whose name would you whisper?

Or maybe he’d save you from a villain or something and you’d like to pay him back in kind-

Toshi shudders as he bucks his hips into his hand, chastising himself for that last thought. He is a hero, even fantasizing about something like that is unethical and abhorrent and-

-he wants to hear you moan his hero name, he wants to see you free his cock from his hero suit, run your hands over his body, look up at him with worshipping eyes-

His cock is slick with his own pre cum as he begins to pump himself in earnest, phone dropped to a side as he focuses on his own fantasies. What would you be like if he saved you from a villain attack? Would you cling to his form, subtly running your hands over his muscles, maybe nuzzling against his chest for comfort?

Would you tilt your head towards him, hoping for a kiss?

He imagines kissing you, his lips on yours, tongue exploring your mouth. Carrying you to safety as you begin to take your clothes off, grateful and adoring and looking at him as if he’s the whole world.

Fuck.

His balls are throbbing in his hand, and he gives them a squeeze, imagining you trying to suck on them, trying to cup them in your small hands, trailing kisses all over his sac and licking up his shaft.

Fuck, all he wants right now is for you to blow him. You, naked and on your knees in front of him while he sits back, completely clothed in his hero suit with only his cock out, sighing as you lick and suck and moan against his shaft, your hand occasionally moving to play with your tits or to rub your clit.

He wants to hear you call him All Might in a breathy little voice, hands clutching his thighs as you look pleadingly up at him and beg him to fuck you.

And he would fuck you, oh, he’d press you down onto the bed and tower over you, groping your body, grabbing your tits, settling between your open legs and rubbing his cockhead against your swollen lower lips-

He’s close, he can feel it, pumping and squeezing his length and taking deep breaths of the jacket you wore, imagining himself sinking slowly inside of your wet cunt until his hips meet yours.

He just knows you’d whine about how big he is.

He’d grip your thighs and fuck into your cunt, eliciting moans and screams, hitting every little spot inside your cunt, oh, he’d make you cum around his cock so many times that you’d be begging for him to stop, that he was too much and you couldn’t take it and-

Toshi comes with a muffled moan, hips jerking as he cums all over himself, his body tingling and desperate for your touch. He keeps pumping until he’s made a whole mess of himself, then lays back, gasping and panting as guilt creeps over him, making him blush even redder, even though there’s a part of his mind already formulating a plan to make his fantasies a reality.

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

[oneofmanyselves]

Okay well theres so manyy ideas 😂🤧

I would definitely love to see your take on an angst post of list like how you did or situation of how he would react if you were in a dangerous/maiden in distress situation from whom le bad guy is

(Mainly got the inspiration from a pov video on you comfort character screaming after you/for you)

Orrr if not then another cute idea like this one that hsjdjskakakd I can't remember what it was but yeah 😅😂😂

I think- it was something along the lines where you would try to sneak into the cave/join him secretly in the battles to help him bc of getting sick of him being injured? And ofc him using every possible way to stop you like gurl- u better get back in the house 🙄🤣 idk something along the lines of that or even more its up to you~

OOOH I am going to do the first one just cause I feel like it's different from what I normally do~

Synopsis: The Batman finding you in a dangerous situation

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, fem Y/N

Type: Oneshot

Dedicated to the hater in my last ‘The Batman’ post’s comment section😘

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The streets of Gotham were a strange and dangerous place, but you were one to find the beauty in even the strangest of situations. Take your boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, a reclusive billionaire with hobbies that go bump in the night. While he was the prince of Gotham, he was also its savior. Of course, only a select few people knew this. Luckily for you, you were one of these people.

You were mad when you first found out about his nightly activities, of course you were. It was dangerous work, and it was frusturating that you couldn’t do anything to help him. But, you realized what it meant to him and you knew that forcing him to stop wasn’t fair. So, you embraced it. You tried to look at the positives: you’re boyfriend was making the city a better place, and you knew that he has a totally awesome girlfriend always ready to patch him up. 

Your thoughts always tended to wander towards Bruce and Batman every time you were walking in the city at night. It’s a guilty pleasure of yours, you know it’s dangerous, yet you can’t stay away from the serenity of Gotham at night. It’s a time where you can think and gaze upon the moon. But still, you knew the dangers lurking around every corner, and every sudden noise had you startled, clutching your purse tighter to your chest. 

It was a particularly loud noise of what sounded like a fight between multiple men that finally sent you walking at a much faster rate. You tried to calm your blood pressure and not panic, you looked to the sky and felt a little bit of ease at the batman symbol, knowing he was out tonight. You were so busy looking up that you weren’t processing what was happening behind you. 

The fighting had stopped with the sudden thud of a body slamming to the ground, and the attackers had turned their attention to someone else - you. 

Trigger warning below (attempted SA):

You felt a pair of hands over you, pulling you away and shoving you into an alley. Every sense became totally clear and you were painfully aware of everything going on around you.

The guy touching you said, “don’t worry baby, we’re not going to hurt you like we did the other guy, we’re just gonna have some fun instead.” You could feel his hands going everywhere on your body, and bile started to rise in your throat. 

There was another guy, too, carefully keeping watch. He spoke up, “hey man, just grab her purse, it’s getting late.”

“You go on ahead, then, I don’t think this girl is gonna be giving me much trouble.” It was painfully true, you had been shoving and pushing and scratching but it was no use. He had caught you by surprise and was much bigger and stronger. You tried desperately to remember the self defense moves Bruce taught you, but through your adrenaline-ridden body and your panic, it was no use. 

You screamed, as loud as you could, but were cut off by a slap from your attacker. “Shut up, bitch. No one’s coming to save you.”

It was just as he managed to undo his buckle that the lookout started to panic, “hey, hey-!” He shouted out right before he was slammed to the ground by an object thrown from the shadows.

Your attacker looked to the direction the object had flown from and loosened his hold on you. You took that opportunity to shove him away. You were frozen in place, relief taking over as you saw none other than The Batman striding out from the shadows. 

The look on his face had you scared, and you were by no means the target of his rage. Instead, it was aimed at the assaulter, who looked like he was about to piss his pants. 

With no warning, Batman lunged at him, knocking the both of them to the ground, Batman straddling the bad man. He unrelentlessly sent punch after bloody punch to your assaulter’s face. 

All you could do was stand there, still in shock. Your blood was pounding in your ears, and you were shaking, but you still felt fine, you thought that it was possible that you would come out of this without trauma, and tried to reason with yourself that he hadn’t gotten that far. But you also knew that the fact that you couldn’t move right now, couldn’t look up from where your boyfriend was beating on the man, wasn’t normal.

run, you tell yourself, do something, anything. But you don’t, you stop and stare for what felt like 20 minutes, but knew was more like 5. 

Finally, you start to feel more grounded, and your senses come back one by one. You realize your Bruce is still punching, and you know that he has to stop. As you make your way over to him, still slightly shaking, you hold down the vomit that is trying to claw its way out of your throat and reach out a hand, putting it on his shoulder. 

“Stop. Just, stop.” You say, softly. 

He stops mid punch, putting his hand down after a couple long seconds. He slowly turns around, getting off the body that was either unconscious or dead, and getting on his knees before you. He doesn’t look you in the eyes until you tilt his head up.

“Thank you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his head. 

In reciprocation, he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into him. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he keeps repeating, almost sounding crazed.

“Shhh... it’s not your fault, not at all.”

Eventually, the weight of the alley crushes into you, until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Can we... can we please leave now,” you say, holding back tears as you try to fight back memories of what just happened to you.

Bruce gets up and takes your hand. As you look up at him, you realize you want to see Bruce, not Batman, that’s who you need right now. You start clawing at his mask and he puts his hands on yours to stop you. He takes off his mask and you look at him, really look at him. You run your fingers over his face and find comfort in every sharp angle. 

You hadn’t realized you were crying until he wipes the tears from your face. “C’mon, let’s go home,” he says while grasping your hand, pulling you towards the mansion. 

[noritoshiikamo]

kuroo testurou x reader cw hangover and horny + domestic kuroo, male masturbation, somnophilia, unprotected sex, tinsy winsy breeding kink

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to this hoe @crashed-wing just need to get my brain rolling bcs vaccine side effect is finally hitting me like a ton of brick lol im sorry if this isnt up to par and unedited, im a mess kith kith

- welcome home

he should’ve called.

kuroo closed the front door slowly, even the creak of the door was torturous to his ears as he kicked his shoes off. the hangover was still thumping against his skull, threatening to explode at any sound made.

the clock is ticking 6:30 am and god, how he’s in such big trouble. it’s always like that every time the jackals are back in town, kuroo finds himself dragged for one of those nights out where he got completely wasted and completely knocked out in one of their hotel rooms. you didn’t left a call or anything except for a text; ‘come home safely’ which was received at 1 am. by that time he was completely wasted, screaming on top of the bar table with hinata and bokuto singing another rendition of journey.

he was sure he was going to get one of your lectures as he walked in.

but the apartment was quiet, surprisingly as usually even on saturday you’ll be awake, cooking up something in the kitchen. the kitchen was empty; no water running, no annoying sound of your shit kettle he has been trying to convince you to let him buy a new one, no wonderful smell coming from the pan on your stove.

but there you were, sprawled on the sofa.

he couldn’t help the small smile curling on his lips as he leaned against the sofa, fingers brushing against your cheeks. it seemed that you had a party of your own, empty bags of chips, 6-packs demolished and a bowl of what seemed to be popcorn. you must have fallen asleep mid movie. he picked up the phone from the carpet, dead which explained his unanswered calls and carefully tossed it on the table.

you’re such a heavy sleeper even as he slipped his arms underneath you, you didn’t fuss and he carried you carefully to the bedroom, settling you gently on the comfy bed. your back must have been in such pain because as soon as your body hit the comfortable bed, you let out a soft moan and stretched before turning to bury your face in the soft pillow.

it would’ve been a normal thing except the moans went straight down his spine to his cock.

he knew that moan, it was your pleasure moans. the only time kuroo ever heard that was when he’s balls deep in you, threatening in your ears to fill you up and that always riled you up. even thinking of that made him twitch in excitement. you were in your usual sleep attire, his old high school t-shirt that was hiking upward dangerously, leaving him with the view of your pretty supple thighs, smushed against each other.

why did you have to do this? he groaned mentally, hands moving to palm the restricted bulge trapped in the tight pants.

his other free hand moved, ghostly gently along your thigh, with every stroke your breath quickened and you squirmed with a gentle meek whines out your pretty swollen lips. one thing you always liked about the morning was how pretty you look, and he remembered hearing your whines about how you wish you could keep the pretty colour hue on your nose and cheeks that made you look alive and how luscious your lips look.

you are not wrong because kuroo would give everything to feel your lips around his cock.

“tetsu,” his blood ran cold as his eyes darted to your face.

eyes still glued shut with brows knitted as you moved away from his ticklish touch. you were still asleep but this time you’d moved your legs apart, and with the shirt hiked to your belly he could see your pretty panties. what makes it pretty wasn’t the design, but it was the damp spot where your slick is pooling. you went back to snoring lightly, hand sprawled over your face as kuroo made his way to the bathroom.

he was painfully hard and as he stood under the shower, he tried to relieve himself. the image of your in his mind was perfect, mewling as you tried to relieve yourself. he loves seeing you touch yourself, sprawled on his laps or in front of him as your fingers touch your puffy folds. he would be whispering all the lewd things he wanted to do with you after you came and you’ll finger yourself faster and needier. he had your voice moaning for him ingrained in his mind, soft pants as he edged himself closer but something’s not right.

he kept losing his track, cursing as the high seemed to slip through his fingers.

exhausted and even more frustrated than earlier, he decided to abandon the relief mission and ignored the painful boner as he continued to wash himself. you were still asleep, little quiet snores now you were on your side. his headache was killing him, with the towel draped on the bench was surely going to make you angry, he climbed on the bed naked. you were so warm, in contrast to his cold, damp body. he sighed, face buried in the crook of your neck. he grinded his teeth, cursing himself as he felt your ass rubbing against his hard cock.

his patience was thinning.

kuroo started slowly, gently rocking himself along the clothed slit of your cunt, heaving slowly against your ears. it was rough and hard against your panties, hand on your ass to steady himself but the arousal seeping through made it easier and he could feel your hitched breaths. you were enjoying it too. it didn’t take long for his fingers to slip the material aside. one hand grabbing your bare tit from underneath the shirt as he gnawed on his lower lips, basking in the feeling of your soft, slick cunt against his hard cock.

this was exactly what he was missing when he tried to jerk himself off; you.

nothing could ever change the feeling of your puffy cunt accommodating his length.

the way your throat made the little cute moans every time his tip brushed against her clit. “you like it huh?” he whined softly, teeth gazing against the exposed part of your shoulder. he desperately wanted to sink his teeth in, sucking on your soft, supple skin and leaving litters of black and blue along your skin, but you’ll wake up and ruin the little thrill he had going on. he wants to see how long he can go without waking you up, the little fun games you both had been playing for awhile.

the amount of times you have woken him up with your lips around his morning wood is embarrassing to him. kuroo doesn’t like losing, even if it meant he got to shoot his load down your warm throat. no, no, he wants to please you too. this opportunity came to him on a silver platter, a soft fuck escaped his lips when he realised you were gushing out, making more mess between your legs the more he rubbed himself against it.

it didn’t take long for his tip to slip in by itself, one thrust and his girth disappeared deep in you just like he wanted. shivers ran down his spine as your gummy wall welcomed him. curses escaped his lips like prayers, he didn’t dare to move. god, he could just cum from the way your walls throbbed around his length. he stared down your face, contorted in pleasure, lips agape as you breath heavily. how the fuck do you still asleep with his cock buried in him was amusing to the black haired man.

moving lower to angle himself better, hand pulling your fleshy ass aside, he started his pace slow. shallow, deep thrusts just to get himself going. his eyes trained down on you, watching your reaction as he picked up his pace. the thrill is exhilarating, but torturous to him. he needs the freedom to rut in deep in you, feel the resistance of your cervix against his cock.

he wants to bruise your inside and out and reminds you of who you belong to. the bed creaked slowly underneath them, cunt squelching around him echoing the small room. “fuck, baby why you had to feel so good like this?” he groaned, sucking gently on the spot behind your ear.

more moans escaped your parted lips.

it started to feel more and more like reality than a dream but you couldn’t fathom it. if this is a dream, you don’t want to wake up from it. his lips smearing open mouthed kisses all over your neck, cock buried deep, he’s touching you everywhere leaving a scorching trail on your body, you could feel beads of sweat breaking on your skin. the sound of the headboard against the wall startled you from your sleep.

“tetsu.”

“hmm,” you let out a strangled moan as he clutched on your tits tighter, rolling the buds between his rough fingers. you need to wake up now, just as he picked up his pace. you love his morning chuckles, deep that resonated the room, “good morning baby, did i wake you up?” he nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent in, “was i too rough?” every word emphasized with deep thrusts that sent your eyes wide open. you could only see white, unable to make out a simple yes or no to his answer as he rolled over you.

kuroo didn’t waste any more time now that you were awake, straddling and grabbing your waist. your walls clenching hard as he pulled out, tip barely at the edge of your cunt before slamming deep. what came out of your lips was a feral moan, muffled by the comforter you’re biting down. his grip on your hair was gentle but enough to serve as a warning; he doesn’t like it when you’re silent in bed.

no, no, he wants to hear you. “m’sorry, tetsu,” you gasped, bracing yourself for more. the bunched up comforter underneath your crotch grazed against your slit, soaked in your arousal and giving light stimulation to your clit.

gone was the hangover, his mind could only think of you and your tight cunt fluttering around him. your grip to the comforter was whitening, drools down the side of your face as his thrusts got faster and rougher.

“i wanna cum in you,” he whined, nails scraping your back leaving red marks as his fingers found its way back to your waist, pressing you lower for a deeper angle. your head was spinning, delirious in lust. sure, kuroo might be the dominant one in the relationship but something about your domineering man begging to release his seed deep in you just made you completely feral. you love his croaky whiny voice gracing your ears, telling all sorts of lewd things. lewd things he wants to do with you.

“you’ll let me cum in you right, y/n chan~”

you could feel your knots twisting in your belly as his voice cracked at the end. you nodded, yes rolling out of your lips repeatedly as you begged him to cum. kuroo is twisted in his own way, hooking you up with the feeling of his cum deep in you that made you an addict. the little bulge when he’s rutted in you, spurting cums after being away for days on a business trip, he had a photo of that in his phone. videos of cum gushing out of your abused holes that you were happy to spread your cheeks for.

of course, kuroo is a responsible man.

he knew where your implant sat in your arms but there’s not a day where he occasionally wishes for a miracle baby. seeing you all vulnerable and helpless, belly swollen with his child made his cock twitched even more. but of course it was just his horny thoughts that would clear up post orgasm. maybe one day but not now; now is for him to enjoy life with you. his tongue laid flat on your back, running up along your spine until he was buried in the crook of your neck.

“tetsu, babe, fuck-” your toes curled as you desperately arched your back for deeper angle. your hands intertwined, fingers trembled between his in pleasure, “fuck please please n-nngh cum, please,” you pleaded, stuttering gibberish. he knew you were about to cum, cunt clenching hard along his length only provide him with a delicious resistant and rougher fuck.

“you gonna cum and make more mess on my cock, baby?” he cooed, fingers slipping between your swollen lips, heavy on your tongue. you let a hum around his fingers, eyes pleading desperately as you sucked on his fingers.

“good, i wanna see you make a mess on my cock okay?”

he kissed your shoulder and neck and cheek. his thrusts deeper and rougher as he chased his long awaited high. the sound of your moans going against each other like a race, skins slapping and the rough creaking of the bed echoed the room and the clock just past the 7 am mark. your loud whine was going to wake up the entire floor but you couldn’t give a shit when you snapped, cunt gushing out the long needed orgasm.

your wall throbbed perfectly, giving kuroo more stimulus to work with his own. he loves the sound of your squelching cunt. cock covered in your cum and gushing out the more he powered through. that was exactly the mess he wanted to see, his little cumslut gushing over his cock.

it’s a stroke for his ego.

it didn’t take him long, with the tension building in his belly was long even before he rutted in you, he was surprised he could last this long, and didn’t immediately cum right after he slipped in. it’s a pleasure he cherished the most, able to please him and yourself as his loud grunts echoed the room. you could feel his cock throbbed just as one last thrust sent his warm, thick seed deep into your cunt. the feeling of fullness from both his cock and his cum were something else.

kuroo’s attractive when he’s showing his needy, whiny side, hands clutching desperately on the fleshy ass of yours, slowly jerking in you. it took a while for both of you to recover, panting and heaving against each other as you both came down from your high. he came down crashing, a soft squeal escaped your lips as he rested half of his weight on you.

“heavy, get off,” you pouted but he nuzzled deeper, pushing his half hard cock deeper.

“don’t wanna,” he planted a kiss on your skin, “s’comfy, s’warm, i wanna be in you whole day.” your head rested on his arm, the other snaked reached for your breast. his hips jerked slowly, squelching the cum around that you knew when he pulled out all of it is going to come out gushing.

“some of us has work today,” you half whined, snuggling closer in his arm, you knew that if you turned to face him, he’ll be grinning.

“lucky for you, some of us can afford to have a girlfriend who doesn’t work,” kuroo tightened his grip around you, his eyes slowly drooped as waves of exhaustion finally hit him, “gonna make her my little cute housewife.” he mumbled softly against your skin.

“you can dream, kuroo.”

“oh, i’m living it, right now.” he found your hand, fidgeting around your ring finger. you felt your face warmed up to your ears. “what do you think, y/n? i think my girlfriend needs an upgrade, girlfriend just doesn’t sound so good anymore.” you could feel your heart beating rapidly and if he focused enough he could feel it against his chest.

“u-upgrade?”

“what do you think about fiancee? it’s not going to take long. 2-3 months and then i’ll marry her. do you think she would like that?”

disbelieved, you turned your head. your boyfriend is completely serious, with his cock still buried in your cunt. you always think of him being the romantic kind, maybe a dinner for two where you’ll find a ring in your champagne flute before he goes down on one knee with the whole speech memorised. but his idea of romance might be different from others. you love the speckles of red on the bridge of his nose down to his cheeks, skin still sweaty and you could still taste the bitter alcohol on his tongue when he leaned forward to kiss you.

“i think she would,” you could see how his eyes widened in excitement, “but no ring tho, kinda weak proposal isn't it?"

you teased, showing off your bare fingers. your soft laughter echoed the room as he nuzzled into your neck, his messy hair tickling your sensitive skin. capturing your wrist, he brought your finger to his lips. your ring finger specifically sitting in his mouth and you waited for what he was gonna do with brows furrowed in confusion. and there he went; your eyes widened when his teeth clamped tightly around it before pulling out, leaving your finger a stringy mess with teeth marks around where your engagement ring should’ve been.

“that will do for now. now you’re mine, y/n-chan.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you snorted, a smile hung on the corner of your lips as you marveled down your hand. he stifled down his yawn, locking his fingers in yours. you kissed him one last time, eyes lidded as your own exhaustion came crashing in.

after years of thick and thin, you’re finally where you wanted to be; happy in the arms of kuroo tetsurou, your fiancé.

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[bloodycassian]

Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.  

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture.  The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong.  "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike.  He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you.  Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane.  + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell.  "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him.  Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose."  Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it.  "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain.  + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up.  Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway.  "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there.  Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady.  "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day."  Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect."  "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other.  Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it.  "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him.  Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel.  He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother.  Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine.  "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him.  Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again.  The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been. 

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

  Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you.  He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you. 

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place.  "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond. 

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence. 

[realcube]

how they use their quirk during sex

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thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ bakugo, kirishima, kaminari, dabi & tamaki

content warning ♡ slapping, electrostimulation, fire play, masturbation, mentions of voyeur, choking, oral (giving + receiving), blood kink, mention of knife play, unconventional organism eating & vagina-having reader - minors dni

katsuki bakugo 

♡ he likes to ensure that his slaps leave a mark

♡ just so everyone knows that you’re his

♡ just seeing you all marked up from his explosions and hand just gets him so hard tbh

♡ also, he loves squeezing you - it makes him feel powerful and dominant - so sometimes he just grabs a handful of your tit, squeezes it then proceeds to make you yelp by setting off a lil’ explosion in his hand 

♡ he’s no villain, but he definitely wants to hear you scream in pain or pleasure - either or both works 

♡ so whenever he is hitting it from behind and you feel a zing through your body after he spanks your thigh, mentally prepare yourself for trouble in regards to sitting down - for the next week or so 

♡ it’s a hard thing to do though because he needs to be 100% that he won’t seriously burn you or harm you, or else he literally wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror for the rest of...his life 

♡ so yeah, if he’s not completely confident in the fact he’ll be able to smack you without burning you, he just won’t do it 

♡ also, the little crackles and pops from miniature, involuntary explosions going off as he approaches his climax not only entertain you, but they also drown out his moans 

♡ not that he’s ashamed of the sounds he makes - he’s loud and proud - it’s just that the explosions help balance out the noise so it’s not just his grunts echoing throughout the room

♡  plus, they add ambience 

eijiro kirishima

♡ he hardens his back to avoid getting scratches on it lol

♡ it’s not that he doesn’t like getting marked up by you or anything, it’s just a hero instinct tbh

♡ but honestly, you like the feeling of your nails digging into his back then suddenly, the skin becomes sniffer around your fingers

♡ sometimes he accidentally employs his quirk while he is choking you because he gets so into it 

♡ or just as he is about to slap your thigh/ass

♡ he also has a bad habit of hardening when you are trying to give him hickeys

♡ so yeah, you’ll probably be left with bruises, hand prints and bite mark scattered across your inner thigh and torso after sex with kirishima and he leaves unscathed 

♡ also, idk if this is apart of his quirk but his pointy-ass teeth definitely come in handy - especially if you have a blood/biting kink

♡ kiri is willing to go full vampire for you <3

♡ also, you don’t need knives to do knife play with kiri - he is the knife (well, his teeth are) 

♡ he says sternly that he doesn’t enjoy knife/blood play but then he gets oddly aroused when drawing blood from your thigh or nibbling at your slit while he eats you out 

denki kaminari 

♡ i am so sorry but i can’t stop thinking about kami playfully zapping you during sex AAAA

♡ like if you are into electrostimulation- kaminari is basically your sex soulmate 

♡ also if you aren’t like super into electrostim but you give consent for him to lightly zap you from time to time, he will take advantage of that

♡ like just as you’re approaching your orgasm, he’ll shock you slightly so your moans are even louder and your pleasure is escalated 

♡ or sometimes during the foreplay, when he is just fondling with your breasts, he’ll give it a lil’ zap so you perk up and whine for him 

♡ he just loves seeing the way your whole body juts in reactions and how your nipples erect at the shock

♡ whenever he slaps your thigh/ass, it’ll always send somewhat of a current through your body, which arouses you even more 

♡ tickles your clit with electric sometimes just to add some flare 

♡ he might make you beg for his touch if you’re needy enough, then simply run his charged hand over your body teasingly

♡ but if you’re into full-on electrostimulation, he’s extreme picky about the times he is able to utilise his quirk bc now he’ll have to send larger currents (instead of just lil zaps which i assume are easily to control) so ofc he needs to be in the right headspace or he could potentially harm you and obviously, that’s the last him he wants to do

♡ so yeah, he probably trains his quirk extra to ensure that he can produce exactly the right amount of electricity for you

♡ omg and he is probably into mutual masturbation/voyeur !! bc you are like his goddess so ofc he gets off to seeing you touch yourself even if he isn’t the one providing the pleasure. also it really brings out his inner perv 

♡ so if you like to use toys when you masturbate, literally do not worry about any of them running out of charge/battery while you’re pleasuring yourself, kaminari has you covered bb 💅 

♡ also, outside of sex he probably playfully zaps you all the time - like if he is standing behind you, he’ll tap your shoulder followed by a little electric shock. which makes you jump and turn around to see him standing, whistling and averting his gaze unsuspectingly

♡ ‘what, kami? and ouch.’

♡ his eyes widened as he inhaled sharply with an offended look on his face, ‘eh, what?! i didn’t do anything!’

♡ you blinked rapidly, ‘who else has an electricity quirk nearby?’

dabi

♡ he mostly uses his quirk during the actual act of peneration

♡ he rarely uses it during foreplay 

♡ maybe just to set the mood by using his finger to light the candles on his bedside table or sumn 

♡ or, if you’re into fire play, he’ll drag his glowing finger across your chest to trace your curves while leaving a pale marks behind, shooting an erotic burning sensation through your body 

♡ or LORD he (lightly) burns his name into your skin !! so everyone knows you are his >:)

♡ i believe that - unlike the other boys - dabi is able to control his quirk pretty well all throughout sex, no matter what mood he is in

♡ so angry make-up sex with added fireplay isn’t completely out of the question

♡ though, he is a bit cruel so if he’s got your ass in his hands while he’s approaching his orgasm, he will purposefully burn marks into your skin

♡ however, everything comes with a price

♡ so although he can control his quirk at almost all times, he does not know how to deal with the aftermath pffft

♡ he’ll look at your bright red ass and how you are struggling to sit down and be like ‘put some aloe vera on it idfk 🤷‍♂️’ 

♡ anyway, just expect there to be burn marks on every part of your body that dabi touched

♡ the most painful ones are probably the ones he leave on your hips, while he holds your pretty figure in place and drills into you from behind

♡ or perhaps the ones he makes on the back of your head as he forces you take more of his cock into your mouth 

♡ then again, the burns on your neck once he has finished roughly choking you like a slut while pounding into your cunt, were also problematic  

♡ but the handprints he leaves on your torso as he feels around the bulge his massive cock makes in your stomach also hurt quite bad 

♡ god knows, but you’re just generally in pain after sex with dabi tbh

tamaki amajiki

♡ suneater more like pussyeater amarite

♡ this might be a lil bestiality-esque bc he is like a human who develops features of an animal but like..he is still a human, after all, so he can consent 

♡ but anyway, tw for anyone who doesn’t want to read anything of the sort !!

♡ ok, so, let’s get this out of the way first - tentacles 😍 KJVDKFVZDI

♡ he uses them exactly how you imagine he would; he simultaneous holds you down, massages your breast, covers your mouth, chokes you, slithers one up your cunt and one up your ass - just..everything...

♡ like if the tentacles are out, you know you are getting overstimulated that night

♡ also sometimes - if he’s feeling especially bold - he’ll slip one of his tentacles under your skirt while in public then just watch as you desperately try to stifle moans from how good he feels squirming inside you  

♡ you both like it a little more than you’d like to admit tbh

♡ also, one time he ate goose just so he could manifest wings and try fuck you mid-air lmao 

♡ that would’ve brought a whole new meaning to ‘flying fuck’

♡ unfortunately, it didn’t work as well as he had hoped as his wings couldn’t support both of your weight so it was more like him hovering over the bed while drilling into you from above 

♡ it was definitely a new angle though, so you couldn’t complain

♡ he’ll pinch your clit and squeeze your tits with his lobster claws but that’s about it - he generally doesn’t tend to manifest those during sex

♡ one of his dirtiest secrets is that one time, he paid crazy money for a dish with elephant meat in it, in hopes that he’d get a monster cock

♡ (no, the thought never occurred to him that perhaps horse would be a better, cheaper alternative)

♡ bc he highkey has a size kink but you’ve already kinda gotten use to his size so he needed to amp it up...

♡ but no- all he got was a trunk 😭

♡ however, it wasn’t all bad bc at least he made good use of that trunk- 

♡ (he shoved it so far up you, he hoped to see it come out your mouth 🥰)

♡ anyway, rapid-fire round:

♡ he once ate rabbit so he could develop bunny ears and a tail so he could be your cute lil’ bunny boy 🥺 while you peg him 

♡ buffalo wings get him riled up tbh - only top energy after he has buffalo wings 

♡ honestly, the beak he manifests after eating chicken lowkey destroys your cunt- 

♡ the leathery skin he gets after eating crocodile makes him feel badass

♡ oh! and the sharp teeth too- like kirishima, he will go full-vampire if you want him too

♡ his quirk is so versatile, just let your imagination run wild lmao ✨  

♡ plus, he is pretty whipped for you so he's basically down to try anything

[skelemira]

Since Hyper asked for Bad Sanses hcs,,, 👉👈 Star Sanses hcs??? Also feel free to extend the trio to add Outer or anyone else!!

Ough

I gotchu boo <3333

Star Sanses Hcs incominggggggg

Blue is ever so slightly juuuuuuust a little bit plant obsessed. And by that I mean his house is a jungle and he made a community garden and handles a lot of the upkeep for it. He's actually really good at taking care of them, he has a very green thumb and he lovingly cares for all his plants. His favourites are the herbs, and he loves drying herbs and using them in recipes. He also studies medicinal plants and makes little remedies for his friends when they've got insomnia or anxiety or an upset stomach. I'm totally not projecting here bc I'm totally not fascinated by an herbs class I'm taking rn XDDD (I am kind of projecting with the green thumb though bc a lot of my plants are dying DX)

Dream loves to go swimming. He loves going to the beach, but lakes are also very nice, just anywhere that he can just sit on a floatie and just look at the sky and float along. Lazy rivers at water parks are his absolute favourite, and he does sometimes fall asleep on them. He can sometimes convince Blue to go along with him and they just chat and watch the clouds go by.

Ink (the real reason you requested the star Sanses huh Saph XDDDD I know what you're up to) is a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He does like to do activities like rollercoasters or sky diving, because if he forgets what he's doing, it doesn't put him in danger, because he's not in control of what he's doing. Plus, when he goes skydiving, he can surf through the clouds on Broomy. And that just looks hecka cool.

Now for some x reader hcs~

Blue isn't usually much one for cuddling but whenever you're doing anything and you have a hand free he can and will grab it every single time, interlacing your fingers and rubbing his thumb (phalange??? I don't think the thumb is a phalange but idek lol) on the back of your hand.

Dream is like. Super physically affectionate but he will almost never initiate. I'm talking like if you grab his hand and hold it for a minute the next thing you know you are in his lap and you are now a teddy bear. Your hair is being played with and you are being snuggled into oblivion. Also bc I am highkey projecting he will absolutely melt at the small touches. Like if you're hugging and you rub his back a bit or if you hold his face and like caress his cheek with your thumb you will have a pile of goo in front of you and depending on his emotional state he may very well burst into tears.

Ink calls you his muse. Unironically and all the time. Bc you literally are, look at what he doodles in the dirt while Dream explains the battle plan and you'll see your own face staring back at you. Even his abstract pieces have the curl of your eyelashes or the smoothness of your lips or the dimple in your cheek when you laugh.

Also because I was rereading some of my old oneshots I was reminded, @saphirathedragon, that this man is a complete and utter simp. Having trouble falling asleep? He will make you hot chocolate or talk with you until you fall asleep or just sit there and draw and keep you company to drive away the bad dreams. Feeling a bit hungry? No worries, he has a list of your favourite foods on his scarf! Having a bad day? He will just like. Beat somebody up if he has to, or just generally ruin their day, depending on the amount of anger and vengeance you're feeling, but he'll also just tell you jokes he's written down, and even though you've heard them all before, he tells them like they're new, so you laugh every time. This man is a SIMP and we love him for it <3.

And now bc I just remembered u mentioned him OUTER!!!!

Roller skating. First thing my brain shouted at me... For some reason XDD but part of me thinks he would love those little light shows they put on sometimes where they make the room kinda dark and shine spotlights around and play music kind of thing? Those just scream Outer to me lol especially bc you don't have to do a lot to roller skate, just kinda push off every once in a while and glide, maybe do tricks if he feels like it, but otherwise he can just sit back (and maybe cheat a bit with gravity magic shhhh) and admire the way the disco ball reminds him of stars.

Outer is a little gentleman. The type to pull out your chair for you (whether it's him or his gravity magic is a toss up lol) or give you his jacket when it's cold (the cold just goes right through him eyyyyyy) or hold your heavy backpack. Also I just hc that he is a great communicator, unlike SOME of the other Sanses idk what about him screams that to me but he is always just down to sit down and have a talk about your needs or how you're feeling. Maybe he needs a bit of prompting to talk about himself but if you just nudge him a bit he will open right up to you.

Alrighty boo thank you for requestingggggggg!!!! Other people are still open to request if they would like to! Man I'm all soft now XDDD these are just so cute,,,,

[eldrichboyo]

Baby brother mc! Prt 4

[tags: mc is a minor!!/ M! Mc ( little brother!)/luke is trying so hard / widdle baby luke gets embarrassed/ Luke gets teased/ luke x child mc implied/ ganging up on adults >:)/ simeon abuse( not serious but he gets pranked)/ solomon fucking yeets a child/wizard abuse/solomon being a scapegoat/ solomon gets In trouble/ mc and luke being little shits.]

Luke-

- he didnt like you. >:(

- okay but for real but he's kinda scared of you. Angel children are for the most part very obedient, loving, and tidy. You on the other hand are being raised by 7 OF THE WORST DEMONS IN HELL. You are loud, messy,and crave violence and chaos with every breath you take.

- however Simeon tells him to give you a chance, "everyone can be the best person they can be if given the chance,Luke :)"

- so he tries. TRY being the big word here. Sometimes he'll try to boss you around and then other times he wont touch you with a 10 meter pole.

- tries to be the leader of this dou but hes more like a child holding onto the leash of a very large dog. Getting violently dragged everywhere.

- imagine that when you two meet and your shorter than him but then you hit a growth spurt and you get taller then him. I know he's WAY older than you but he is still physically a small child.

-" I'll take the lead bc IM THE OLDEST."

- you get paired together for assignments in class A LOT. With the way you two bicker, some of the older demons in the class have started shipping you two together.

" star crossed babies!"

" daawww look the teddy bear duo are flirting again!💘💘"

" oh they grow up so fast!"

" luke and mc sitting in a tree! K-i-s-s-i-n-g!💘💘"

- Luke has never blushed so hard before. if you squint you could mistake him for a tomato.

- "S-SHUT YOUR FILTHY DEMON M- MOUTHS" " I-I WOULD NEVER-" "I WILL NOT BE TEMPTED BY YOU, D- DEMON SPAWN!" he says, (more like screams lmao) towards you.

- he thinks its weird how you like to play in the mud,why would you intentionally try to get dirty?? That seems like a hassle for your guardians.

- absolutely dumbfounded that you just...play..with Cerberus. Like this giant demon dog is being so gentle with you. You are biting its ears and tackling it. Luke doesn't understand that that's just how demon children play, rough and full of biting/ scratching.

- same goes for playing with your adopted siblings, you'll bite them and try to play fight and they'll just be like " oi!" And throw you to the ground only for you to get back up and do it again. Luke is HORRIFIED.

- I've always headcanoned that demon children are naturally viscous, and they will purposefully try to maim their elders as a form of establishing dominance or just to play. And so you'd be very sturdy to get flung across the room by beelzebub and then get back up giggling happily.

- you have to restrain yourself if you play with luke. The little angel boy can only take so much.

- if he doesn't wanna Wrastle with you ,you guys can just do " normal child things" wanna color? Watch tv? "We can bake a cake! I learned a new recipe from barbatos yesterday I'd love to make it for you?"

- you two flock to barbatos pretty often. It's honestly very cute. He made you both matching aprons and when you bake together you look like the CUTEST CHEFS.

- he gets uncomfortable when you and beel eat in front of him. You two have sharp teeth and seeing you both gripping and ripping your food to shreds is disturbing. You love his cooking though! Delicious!!

- through time you two become friends, he's got your back anytime. A valuable alibi for your dastardly plans.

- you two have gotten in trouble a few times. Luke often got grounded bc of you.

- Michael is aware of your existence, and from the reports he reads from Simeon and luke, hes not happy that you continue to disrupt Luke's education. He keeps a good eye on you to say the least.

- you once put a bucket of water above Simeon's door. He was angered and stuck you both in time out for a few hours.

- put invisible magic walls up to mess with other students.

- it makes Lucifer on edge when luke is hanging out in your room. Not that he thinks you'll do anything, he just doesn't like angels in the house.

- one time Lucifer and Simeon had some business to do in a small city in the mortal realm and so they brought both of you. They gave you some money and you two explored the park and and a few sweet shops. You showed him some things you'd learned from satan about the mortal realm:

Jumping in leaf piles!

The playgrounds

The library (of course )

People watching! " look at that one-" " that one is so old! He has a big nose"

You found a frog and tried to show it to him. It croaked and he shrieked.

You took off your shoes and socks and played in a duck pond.

Feeding the ducks, you got chased by a goose lol.

And a picnic in the cemetary! It was very peaceful aside from some of the rude spirits that stayed there.

Simeon-

- You accidentally called him mom once, and neither of you recovered.

- he will never admit it but he can sense your soul and how similar it is to lilith's. Hes disheartened to know that lilith will never be able to return to the celestial realm even after death. But he is happy that now her soul is reunited with her family in the form of you.

- probably they only being aside from barbatos that you havent maimed.

- he tries to handle your violence the best he can, but damn you have a lot of energy.

- one time you and luke were pranking him. Luke was distracting him while you where behind him putting push pins on the corner ends of his Cape that touched the floor. Jokes on you, he thought it was funny and it didnt tdo anything aside from get yanked him back when he tried to take a step.

- won't let you eat too many sweets. Like barbatos, a tummy ache is a tummy ache through and through.

- he has an infinite amount to knowledge, so you ask him a lot of existential questions. " young one should I inform Lucifer of the thoughts you have?

- you ask about the celestial realm a lot. You just wanna know what it's like, is it all clouds? Is there grass? Where does your food come from if the ground is all clouds?? Where do baby Angel's come from if you have no mommy? Father help him he's only use to luke asking those questions.

- if you and luke are playing he'll sit near you and eavesdrop on your imaginary conversations. Not in a creepy way, in reality some of the "play battles" you and luke have with your action figurines make for great writing ideas!

- he has made a character based off of you and has hinted sudlely in his latest novel about this character. Levi among other TSL fans have been theorizing about a possible 8th lord for a years now. Their gonna a bust a nut when they read this new novel.

- he finds your sense of adventure and wonder endearing. You don't hesitate to tell him about the "adventures" you've had recently.

Solomon-

- when you first met he leaned down to your level to properly greet you. This was his first mistake because you said hello and introduced yourself, then you proceeded to headbutt him.

- you nearly broke his nose, asmodeus was horrified, Lucifer was in tears he was laughing so hard.asmo got mad at Lucifer and tended to his bleeding master. You got a peice of candy as a reward *wink wink*

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- Solomon almost always is aware of You. He blames himself for the headbutt, he knows how unpredictable demons can be, especially young demons.

- just because you are asmo's baby brother doesn't change that.

- he's not scared of you persay, hes been around for awhile so there's much scarier things than a small demon spawn. Hes just...weary of you.

- often you will come to him with magic problems. Hes not the best teacher in the world but who is he to turn down such an eager young lad?

- you are his little errand boy! You're really good at finding certain ingredients for his spells. In exchange he will give you things that a small child would deem valuable.

- you brought him an acid spitting giant lizard you found,Damn thing was the size of a cat. heaven knows where you found the damn thing.

- while he was kinda grossed out by it he also found it astounding that you managed to not only find and capture it, but also subdue it and carry it around like one would hold a kitty cat.

- Solomon has a new familiar, a giant acid spitting lizard named...kitty

- may or may not have started rumors that you and luke were tiny boyfriends.

- " can I have [ insert thing] on the top shelf?" " I dont know CAN YOU??" * gets headbutted in the gut*

- hes learned his lesson with beel, do👏 not👏 leave 👏open👏 potions 👏unattended 👏 you will get curious and you will try to drink the. He's gotten more than A few ass- chewings from Lucifer for that.